New Girls Page 9

  “And rule one especially, Miss Parker-Davis is a tutor here and is to be obeyed like you would any other member of staff.”

  “Yes Miss I understand, Miss.” Jane shifted from one leg to the other as the throbbing lines on her bum made themselves felt.

  “I will remind Miss Parker-Davis of her responsibility to be professional in her duties as tutor, okay?”

  Jane felt a surge of warmth for this woman, who had punished her herself in class for no particular reason she could see. “Oh thank you Miss. Thank you very much.”

  Jemma got out the cream and had Jane back up to her and put her hands on her knees, she applied the cream and then had her stand for a while, nose against the wall.

  Jemma replaced her panties and put Jane’s skirt back down and smoothed it all over. Turner stood quietly as she was felt and groped, her objection to this part of the humiliation by the Headmaster had led to her first encounter with the cane.

  She ran a mantra through her head, ‘don’t argue, and do as you’re told’, she would be released someday and then she would get her independence back. Jane, like most of the wards, did not fully realise that she still had another four years to serve on parole after she was released from here.

  The parole officer into whose custody she would be released would have just as much control over her as the staff of High Heath, and hand out much the same punishments and humiliation.

  Jane had been designated a dominant woman, mostly heterosexual, so would be handed to a male parole officer, who would control her outside life totally for a year, easing off over the final three years if she kept her nose clean.

  Once she was fully dressed again, Jemma led Jane to the gym area where she got changed into the brief sports uniform. Lucy had the rest of the wards outside doing sprints. While Jane was warming up, Jemma watched Lucy put her wards through their paces.

  She had split them into two teams and had them sprinting against each other carrying heavy dumbbells. Lucy was awarding points and the losing team would receive punishment from her switch.

  She saw Jemma watching and came over to her. “I return Miss Turner to you, Miss Harris,” Jemma said formally.

  Lucy gave a sour smile, “Thank you Miss Dawson, I will deal with Turner’s lateness and you can get on.”

  Jemma put her hand on Lucy’s arm and looked in her eyes. “Miss Turner isn’t late, we were chatting. She’s had enough punishment for now.”

  “I’m sorry Miss Dawson, are you telling me how to run my class?” Lucy was never happy at being told what to do and it was clear that she didn’t acknowledge Jemma’s authority over her.

  The two women locked eyes. “I am informing you of what the Headmaster’s deputy expects to happen.” Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but Jemma jumped in before her. “Of course if you think I am exceeding my authority then I suggest that you take it up with the Headmaster, as I will if my...advice is ignored.”

  Lucy’s eyes narrowed. She knew she could punish Turner if she wanted to, but then He would back his deputy and punish her later. He liked his harem to play nicely together and what He wanted He generally got.

  A slow smile crept across her face and she turned to Jane and said. “Turner, start lapping the field until I tell you otherwise.” They both watched as Jane started to jog around the soggy track as the others continued to carry dumbbells back and forth.

  Lucy turned back to her colleague. “Well Jem, it looks like you are ready to back Helen up after all, any other orders from the Deputy Head?”

  Jemma could hear the sarcasm in Lucy’s voice. “No that’s it for now.”

  Lucy gave her a salute and said. “Ma’am, yes Ma’am,” and went back to the wards where Corina James had fallen onto her face in the mud. “James! Get up here, drop those shorts and grab your ankles.” Corina did as she was told and Lucy shot in three hard cuts with her switch.

  Jemma went back to the office pleased with the way she had dealt with Lucy Harris. She, Anna and Donna did not have a lot to do with Lucy but she knew she was a strong dominatrix. When she was at Lower Marsh she would have to deal with the Gym Mistress there who was just as tough.

  With a couple of hours to spare and access to the CCTV, Jemma decided to watch what had happened in Anna’s room the previous night after Anna left Tanya there for the use of Judge Orin Taylor.

  She picked it up as Anna left the room. The judge circled the girl on the floor and then reached down and pulled her to her feet by her hair.

  “Owww!” Tanya squealed. “You can’t do that, I’ll tell the police.”

  “I am the law young lady, and I have been asked to handle your punishments and I will.” He leaned down and slapped her thigh, leaving a livid red mark. “Now get those clothes off and come here!”

  Tanya removed her blouse, skirt and panties and put her hands on her head and stood in front of the judge. He ran his hands under her vest and began to pull at her hard nipples, making her close her eyes and give little gasps on pleasure.

  “So you like that you little slut, do you?”

  “Oh yes Sir, I love it when you maul my tits. But I need to be punished, please punish me Sir.” Actually Tanya was quite turned on by being given to a complete stranger, she had been passed around the staff, but this was different.

  Orin pulled the vest over her head and dumped her head first over his lap. Once she was in position he laid his large hand on her small backside, and then he began to spank the compact little arse. Tanya felt herself begin to get wetter and wetter.

  When his hand began to get sore he stopped and began to feel Tanya’s wet pussy and had only pushed in one finger when Tanya’s orgasm exploded through her slim frame.

  He stood up and the young trainee fell to the carpet, her head still reeling from the orgasm. She reached up with a hand and put it on the pulsating erection making a tent in the front of his trousers.

  “Can I help you with this Sir?” she asked in a sexy voice.

  The judge lost it and began to pull off his clothes and drop them on the floor. As soon as he was naked Tanya reared up and took his penis as far down her throat as she could.

  As the Headmaster had trained her she tried to keep her eyes on his, but a rather large stomach was in the way, so she concentrated on getting his not small prick as deep as she could. But he surprised her by suddenly giving out an animal roar and filling her mouth with his come.

  It must have been some time since the judge had had sex, going by the amount he unloaded into Tanya’s warm mouth. She tried to swallow it all but quite a lot escaped and ran down her chin.

  Orin sat down on the chair with a thump, making the wooden seat creak and groan with his weight. When he opened his eyes he looked down at Tanya kneeling before him. Frothy white spunk ran from the sides of her mouth down her chin, he patted her on the head, saying. “That was quite a load wasn’t it Slut?”

  “Yes Sir it was, thank you Sir.” Tanya remained where she was, her warm buttocks resting on her feet, as she awaited further orders. She was quite content to be loaned out like this. It turned her on and she was pleasing her Master and Mistress, what could be better than a slave pleasing her owners.

  He pulled a tissue out of the box on the side table and cleaned up around her mouth like a baby. “Now what do I do with you?” he asked.

  Tanya blinked innocently at him. “Anything you like Sir, I am for your use tonight.” She glanced behind her, “I still need punishment Sir. Shall I fetch the paddle?”

  “Good idea Slut, get the paddle, get on the bed on all fours and let’s see if we can get some colour in that arse of yours.” Tanya did as she was told and the Judge heaved himself out of the chair and grabbing the slim girl’s waist held her tight as he began to use the circular, plastic paddle.

  Jemma slid down further in her seat and her hand went in between her legs,
she pulled her panties off and searched out her clitoris. To the sound of the paddle whacking against Tanya’s reddening buttocks and the girl’s little cries as she neared an orgasm, Jemma was reaching her own crisis when she felt a cool hand take her wrist.

  She looked down to see Yolanda. “Let me do that Mistress.” She said and immediately inserted her tongue in place of Jemma’s fingers.

  Jemma came the same time as Tanya was crying out her pleasure. But Yolanda didn’t stop and forced another orgasm on her, she opened her eyes to see that Judge Orin Taylor was now taking Tanya from behind, his large stomach pounding into the slim girl’s red backside.

  Jemma reached down and grabbed Yolanda’s hair, pulling her head out from between her knees. The little masochist came up smiling and licking her lips. “Was I good Mistress?” she asked.

  Jemma gave a little pull on her hair. “Did I give you permission to do that Slave?”

  “No Mistress, I am so naughty.”

  “And what happens to naughty girls?”

  “They are whipped until they bleed?” she said in a hopeful voice.

  “And what do you think He would do to me if He came back and found you with your pretty little bottom all scarred up?”

  “I see your point Mistress.” Yolanda pouted.

  Jemma stood up, picked up her panties and put them on the desk. “Get over that frame and I’ll give you a two orgasm paddling only.”

  Yolanda jumped up and draped herself over the frame and Jemma retrieved the oblong, wooden paddle from the Headmaster’s supply cupboard. Carefully folding back Yolanda’s skirt and slowly peeling her panties down and off, Jemma began to at first caress her backside with her hand and then caress it with the paddle.

  Yolanda began to wriggle as this went on for several minutes; she twisted her head to look up at Jemma, and then began to wriggle more as the Deputy Head’s finger brushed against the lips of Yolanda’s pussy, just a light touch, frustratingly no penetration, which Jemma deftly avoided as the young masochist tried to thrust her body onto the her fingers.

  Finally Yolanda said, “Please Mistress.”

  “I don’t know Yolli; it’s such a pretty bottom. It seems a shame to bruise it.” Jemma kept up the light touch as she smiled down at the frustrated girl.

  “You promised, you did you promised, you are so cruel,” Yolanda whined.

  “Maybe I’m, what did you call me, ‘power mad’?”

  “I didn’t mean it Mistress! You are my most beautiful and best Mistress.” She gave out little, ‘Ahh’ sounds as Jemma’s index finger burrowed into her dripping pussy.

  “That’s what the little tart called me, just yesterday,” a voice said from the doorway.

  Jemma looked up and smiled, she had been so intent on torturing Yolanda she had failed to see Helen come in. “Headmistress, welcome back, did the visit go well?”

  Helen came and stood the other side of the frame and began to caress Yolanda’s backside as well. “Very well, just some snagging work to do and then we can move in. Looking forward to it?”

  “Oh yes, did the Headmaster tell you that he gave me total authority while he was away?”

  “He did,” Helen slipped a finger inside Yolanda as well, and they both began to masturbate her. “I see you tuned in to see what happened to Tanya last night, has she done well?”

  “Very well, not quite up to this slut’s standards, but very submissive and willing to do anything.” From below them Yolanda was moaning. “Oh yes, yes, yesssssss!”

  The two mistresses looked up at the television where Tanya was on her knees in front of the judge and holding out the cane that had been presented to her when she started her training.

  The judge took the cane and told her to bend over and grab her ankles, then he went and stood behind and raising the cane high he brought in the first blow. As he did so then Helen slapped the buttock on her side, and Jemma, catching on quickly, slapped the buttock on her side as the judge unloaded the second strike on Tanya.

  Three hard slaps each side had Yolanda shuddering again to an orgasm, while on the television Tanya dropped to her knees and grabbed her abused backside. As Tanya shuffled around on her knees and said. “Thank you for the punishment, Sir,” so Yolanda thanked her two mistresses.

  As the judge tied Tanya to the head and foot of the bed, Jemma said Yolanda could get off the frame.

  “You said two punishment orgasms Mistress,” she complained.

  Jemma sighed and picked up the paddle again and began to spank her hard with it, within a few minutes the slim girl was quivering with another orgasm.

  Jemma went to put her back on her feet, but Helen stopped her. Going to a drawer in the Headmaster’s desk she got out a tube of gel and a butt plug. Opening up Yolanda’s bottom cheeks she slid the plug deep into her anus. “You can keep that up there until I decide if it comes out tonight. Now thank us properly, Slut.”

  Yolanda lifted herself off of the frame and went onto her knees in front of them, putting her arms behind her back and gripping her elbows, she bowed down until her lips touched Helen’s shoes.

  “Your whore is grateful Mistress,” she said, and then repeated the exercise with Jemma.

  Helen tossed Yolanda’s panties at her and said. “Get back to your desk Yolanda, I’m sure there’s some real work you should be doing.” She also handed Jemma hers as well. “You better put these back on; Alan doesn’t like his staff wandering around knickerless.”

  Jemma pulled her panties back on and then went to sit down in the Headmaster’s chair, but hesitated for a moment, wondering if the Headmistress thought she should be sitting there. Helen waved her to sit down and pulled the spanking chair to the other side of the desk.

  “That’s your chair today Jemma. The chair I’ve ordered for my office is bigger and more luxurious than that one, that’ll wind him up.”

  Jemma smiled at that, the Headmaster and Helen had a complex relationship going back a long way including five years of marriage. She knew they were very fond of each other.

  Jemma leaned forward and looked at her new boss. “You know we were wondering about a secretary for Lower Marsh,” Helen nodded, the two of them had a lot of conversations about staff for their new Academy, “well I had Amoke Edo in for a chat this morning, and I gave her the speech about being a, ‘good citizen’, when she’s released, she began to cry and say she was happy here and didn’t want to leave.”

  “She did! That’s kind of sad.”

  Jemma nodded. “She actually said, ‘here nobody kicks or punches me,’ I checked her file and it seems that she has been whored out for some time. This is probably the first time in her life that she’s spent time with girls her own age.”

  “Hmmm! Well she is pretty submissive, and willing to please, and she won’t be as needy as Yolanda. Her English is not good and I would expect that she hasn’t got a clue what being a secretary is all about. But I have no doubt that we could train her. It’s a good recommendation; I’ll take it up with Alan when he comes back.”

  “How did it go with Alexandra Clouse?”

  “Fine.” Helen’s mind went back to yesterday when she had interviewed Alexandra Clouse for the post of Gym Mistress at Lower Marsh.

  She had gone to Holloway Women’s Prison to meet, or rather re-meet Alexandra Clouse who had been an inmate at High Heath four years previously. She was a tall, dark haired wiry French girl, who had been smuggling contraband into Britain with several younger women. The younger girls had been deported back to France and she, as the eldest and their leader, had been convicted and offered a place at High Heath.

  Alex had nearly been their first failure. A woman driven by a great rage she had refused to speak English and answered only in French. She had to be strapped down for the mildest of punishments, and refused to follow any of the rules. The Headmaster
had sent her to the Lodge, but she refused to acquiesce to any of the brothers’ demands, and the Headmaster had to pull her out when it seemed that Yannik was becoming dangerously frustrated.

  The Headmaster was on the verge of sending her to a woman’s prison when Lucy Harris asked to take her on. She persuaded her that it was better to spend a year at the Academy than five years in a woman’s prison. She had her ask the Headmaster, in English, for punishment in front of the assembled wards and to accept the authority of the staff.

  Helen was still not quite sure how Lucy had done this, but it left her impressed enough with the Gym Mistress to listen to her recommendation for her counterpart at Lower Marsh. She knew that Lucy’s weekends off were spent with Alex, and that as Lower Marsh was only some twenty miles from High Heath, they would be able to spend more time together.

  So she had gone to Holloway and now sat behind a desk in an office lent to her by the Governor of the prison, an old friend of hers. Jennie had told her that she had done well at the prison, running exercise classes and dominating even the toughest women inside.

  Helen looked at the woman in front of her. She was dressed in an unflattering prison guard uniform, blue shirt, black calf length skirt, bare legs and flat heeled, black shoes. But she was tall and fit looking she also had the dark looks of the South of France, and even here behind these grim walls, had a certain exotic allure.

  “Miss Clouse,” Helen began, “my colleague, Miss Harris, tells me you have an interest in the post of Gym Mistress at Lower Marsh.”

  “Oui, Madam.”

  “Governor Faulkner tells me that you have done well here, and have accepted discipline when necessary.” Jenny Faulkner was an old friend of Helen’s. They had once run an S&M club together, until they had both been recruited by the government. Jenny ran Holloway with an iron hand and expected the staff to uphold the highest standards and would hand out punishment if those standards fell.