The journey was much longer than she expected, the prison Katie thought she was
being taken to was only a few miles away, so she was worried about the long journey. She
was unaware however that the van had been travelling around in circles for the past
several hours, the journey was intended to disorient her and add to her fear. The van
stopped several times along the way so the guard could eat. Katie was only given water to
drink and by the end of the journey, she was very hungry. Eventually they reached their
destination and she was led out of the van onto a long gravel driveway. The small stones
dug into her bare feet and walking was very painful. Her blindfold was removed and she
saw the sign “The Jenkins Academy For The Correction Of Young Ladies” at the end of the
driveway was a splendid but old looking house. Katie thought it might have one been home
to a lord before it was converted into the “Academy”.
“Follow me.” The voice belonged to a tall authoritative looking woman. Katie felt
she had no choice but to obey and follow her. She tried to keep up with the woman but
found walking on the sharp gravel extremely uncomfortable.
“Excuse me, where are we?”
Before Katie could finish her sentence, she felt a stinging sensation on her left
cheek. It was a few seconds before she realised that she had been slapped across the
face, very hard, by the woman who was leading her.
“Prisoners are not permitted to speak, unless they are spoken to. You will remain
silent at all times. If you talk again without permission you will be stripped naked and
spanked.” The woman’s voice, although quiet, was full of authority and Katie knew better
than to disobey. She walked in silence up the driveway and through an enormous wooden
door. She was led down several corridors, along the walls she saw many pictures of young
women, all nude and many tied up and being whipped. This sent a shiver of fear down her
spine. She wanted to ask where she was, but had already learned that talking can be a
painful experience.
***
“Enter” boomed the voice from the other side of the door. The sign on the door
read “Master Jenkins: Headmaster of The Jenkins Academy For The Correction Of Young
Ladies.” Katie walked in and saw a powerful looking man sitting behind a large oak desk.
He appeared to be in his late 40’s and was tall, muscular and had a look of calm
confidence on his face.
“I am Master Jenkins, but from now on you will refer to me as Master. In fact, you
will refer to all male members of staff as Master, and all female staff members as
Mistress is that clear.”
“I don’t understand,” cried Katie, “Where am I?”
“Are you a stupid little slut?” whispered Master Jenkins menacingly. “I have just
given you an instruction and you are immediately disobedient. You will soon learn that in
this institution, disobedience is not tolerated.”
“I am sorry Mmmmmaaassstteerrr,” She sobbed. “Please may I ask a question Master?”
“You may my pet,” replied Master Jenkins, with a much kinder tone in his voice.
“Where am I? Why am I here?”
“You are in The Jenkins Academy. It is an organisation I have set up to help
unfortunate girls like you. In the courtroom I could see that you are not a bad person,
but a victim of circumstances and I don’t feel you should spend a year in prison. I spoke
to the Judge and he agreed to let me bring you here. Come and stand here.” He pointed to a
spot just a few centimetres in front of him. Katie slowly shuffled forwards, and stood
nervously in front of the powerful man.
David Jenkins, the owner of the academy knew that the rules that governed how
prisons managed their inmates did not apply to Academies as they were considered to be
places of education and not places of social reprogramming, which is what prisons were
classed as. Being an educational establishment meant that the Head of the organisation
was responsible for maintaining discipline using any method he saw fit. That is why, when
he was asked by the authorities to help to fund a new prison, he decided to open an
academy instead. He knew it would give him the perfect opportunity to help society by
rehabilitating criminals and indulge in one of his passions, punishing young ladies.
“At the end of the day you will be given a choice, you can choose to stay here, or
go to prison. If you stay, you will be my ‘student’ here until I am certain you have
learnt how to behave like a proper young lady and no longer pose a threat to society.
Until this evening, you will be treated just like any other student. There are many rules
to learn, the first one is that our students are only allowed to wear our school
uniform.”
Katie was digesting what she has just been told when she heard Master Jenkins tell
her to strip naked. She just stood there, frozen to the spot. She couldn’t believe this
man, this man she barely knew had order her to strip. She hadn’t been naked in front of
an unknown man (excluding her partial nudity in the court room) since she was twelve and
then it was a doctor. That was ten long years ago, long before her parents had died.
Before she has a chance to gather her thoughts her arm was grabbed and she found herself
face down over his lap. It wasn’t so much the nudity that bothered her, as she was raised
to be comfortable with her body and was often nude as a child, but it was the fact that he
was a complete stranger. She was taught in school that it is a sin to be seen naked in
front of a man you don’t know.
“You must learn that total and immediate obedience is required of you at all
times.” He said in a stern voice, a voice one might use to scald a naughty child. “You
will now face the consequence of you disobedience.” Before she could react she felt his
strong, hard hand strike her bottom. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
smack, smack, smack. Blow after blow landed on her behind. Following her earlier
flogging, her bottom was still sore and this new assault was very painful.
On and on it went, smack after smack landed on her already sore bum. Her thin
shorts offered little protection and within minutes Katie was crying like someone a
quarter of her age.
“Please stop Master, I am sorry,” she managed to say between her sobs. Master
Jenkins ignored her pleas and continued to spank her. Katie tried to move her hand back
to protect her painful bottom, but he simple grabbed it and pinned it to her back with his
left hand, whilst continuing to spank her with his right.
“Pleeeeeeeeaaassseee,” she cried, “I promise to be a good girl and will do as you
say.” Still the spanking continued, Katie could never have imaged her bottom could be
this painful. After 10 long minutes, and around 600 spanks he finally stopped.
“You must learn obedience,” he told her. “If you obey, you will find that life here
can be quite rewarding and very pleasurable. However, if you disobey any of your
“teachers” you will be punished. That was just a light warm up, it is nothing compared to
what you will face if you are not standing completely naked in 15 seconds.”
Upon hearing this, Katie only hesitated for a split second before pulling her
T-shirt over her head. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and looked
at him, pleading with her eyes hoping he would change his mind.
“Four, three, two,” he said with a stern look on his face. Katie knew she had no
choice and pulled her shorts down and off. She managed to strip just in time. She stood
completely naked, in front of this powerful, domineering man and although she knew it was
wrong, she once again felt that familiar tingling sensation in her sex.
She tried to cover herself, one arm covering her sex, the other over her tits. She
crouched down to further hide her body from his gaze and looked nervously at the floor,
wishing it would open and swallow her.
“Stand up straight,” he barked.
Without even thinking, her body reacted to his words automatically and she
straightened her body. He just sat in his chair, for several minutes, staring at the
beautiful body fate had been kind enough to bring him. He reached out a hand and starting
on her left knee, he slowly rubbed his finger up and down her leg. She felt a warm
sensation as his hand slowly moved further up her leg. He smiled as he noticed her
nipples were becoming hard and without even realising she has done it, she parted her legs
slightly to accommodate his hand. He slowly stroked her inner thigh, enjoying the feeling
of her soft flesh. He moved around the edge of her now wet cunt, avoiding contact with
her pussy lips. He intended to touch her there, but wanted to save that pleasure for
later, when he would make her beg for his touch. He continued to stroke around her cunt
with one hand, and moved his other to play with her, small, but perfectly formed tits. He
pulled her a little closer, using her long pubic hair as a handle. With a knowing grin
on his face he squeezed her right nipple, he could feel it was as hard as a stone and he
could smell her obvious arousal. Katie was full of conflicting emotions, she knew it was
wrong for this man to be touching her like this, but she could not deny the pleasant,
unfamiliar feeling she felt spreading from her cunt. When he squeezed her nipple, she
instinctively pulled his hand away. This was a big mistake.
“How dare you behave in such an appalling way,” he said with a sudden stern look on
his face. “All of our staff are free to touch any of our students, however, whenever and
wherever they want to. Any resistance on the part of the student will be severely
punished. However, as you are new here, and have not been formally registered I will
reduce your punishment to a spanking.”
“Please Master,” she sobbed. “I have been spanked twice today already; my bottom
can’t take any more.”
“Nonsense. That pretty bottom yours can and will take any punishment I decide.
And now I will have to punish you twice, once for pulling my hand away, and once for
talking without permission.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself just in time. She didn’t want
to do anything to further anger this man. This man who for the time being, seemed to have
total control over her.
She soon found herself face down over his lap.
“As this is the second spanking you have needed since entering my office, I will be
using my ruler. If you try to cover your bottom at all, you will be caned 100 times. Is
that clear?”
“Yes Master,” she sobbed.
Katie wrapped her hands around the chair legs and made herself a promise not to let
go. No matter how much it hurt, the caning he had promised her would be far worse, and
she knew he was serious when he threatened to use the cane.
Whoosh, crack. She heard the sound of the ruler hitting her bottom, and then a
second later she felt the unbelievable pain. Her poor bottom had suffered more in the
past day than it has in the previous ten years! She burst into uncontrollable sobs after
just one spank, but David Jenkins had no intentions of taking it easy. He was having far
too much fun for that. Following her earlier spanking her bottom was already red; before
he finished this spanking he promised himself, it would be a much darker shade.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack. One slap blended into
another causing her bottom to feel like it was on fire. Time and again the ruler came
down across her bare, exposed behind. Katie screamed louder and louder after each blow.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, on and on it went. The ruler
slapped against her bare bum 150 times before he stopped. By now she had given up
screaming, and painfully lay across his lap hoping and praying for her terrible ordeal to
end. When he was satisfied with his work, he put down the ruler and opened a draw in his
desk. He pulled out a bottle of cream. It was a special formula that was not on sale to
the general public. It was just known as “formula number 1”. It was given this name so
that nobody could gain any clues from the name to work out the ingredients. It was only
available to government run organisations where corporal punishment was used. The cream
was a special soothing lotion which dramatically reduced the time taken for punished skin
to recover. David knew that the pain in her bottom would last for many hours, but with
the help of the cream, the bruises and reddening would last no more than an hour or two.
This was quite remarkable considering the damage he had recently inflicted on her tender,
firm buttocks.
He squeezed a generous amount of the cream all over her bottom, and then slowly
rubbed it into her hot, glowing skin. It was several seconds before she realised the
spanking had ended. She could feel his hands move smoothly and soothingly over her raw
bottom. She was humiliated by his touch, but couldn’t deny the pleasant sensation it
cause within her. In addition to helping punished skin to heal, the lotion had an
additional, useful effect. It made the skin extremely sensitive and responsive to touch.
It was sometimes used to increase the sensitivity of a girl’s cunt and tits, more often
however it was used before a punishment as it made the stinging blows of a hand, ruler or
paddle, feel much more intense. It still had the same healing effect as it had when used
after the punishment, but if used before, it made the skin much more sensitive and the
punishment was much more painful. It made a simple hand spanking feel like being hit with
stinging nettles.
He continued to rub her bottom for several minutes; enjoying the feel of her young,
nude, slim body over his lap. He could see that his rubbing was turning her on by the way
her body was responding. Whenever he pulled his hand off her bottom, she would wriggle
backwards seeking his touch. This was an involuntary action and had she realised she was
doing it, Katie would have been mortified. His cock was as hard as stone in his trousers
and he was longing for release. He wanted nothing more than to bend this blonde beauty
over the table and fuck her senseless, but he knew that showing a little restraint now,
would be well rewarded later.
After ten minutes of rubbing her bottom, he could tell that she was enjoying the
sensation a little too much. He ordered her to stand, which she did gingerly due to the
horrible, burning pain she still had in her bum. When she was standing, she stood
upright, with her arms by her side. She knew better than to try to cover herself, she was
a quick learner and didn’t want yet another spanking. David stood and walked behind her,
if anything, her gorgeous body looked even more beautiful from behind. He put his hands
into his trousers to adjust his manhood into a more comfortable position. It took all of
his will power not to order her to suck his cock. He was certain she would if he ordered
her to, he was certain she would do anything right now to avoid another spanking. He also
knew that the spankings she had received so far were nothing compared to what was ahead of
her. For although he would keep his promise to let her choose weather to stay in his
Academy, or go to prison, he knew that the persuasive measures he would use later, would
ensure she agreed to stay.
He stood behind her for several long minutes, knowing the anticipation would add to
her fear. David reached around her to pick up the ruler from his desk. He slowly
stroked the ruler down her spine, causing her to have a pleasant tingling sensation
throughout her young body. He then used the ruler to stroke her tender buttocks.
Katie couldn’t understand her mixed, confused emotions. She hated this man for
forcing her to strip, for giving her two hard spankings and for touching her body like he
owned it. Yet as he stroked her back and especially her now extremely sensitive bottom
with the ruler, she could feel her nipples becoming harder and harder, and her cunt was
almost dripping with moisture. She longed to touch herself there, to comfort herself by
rubbing the magic button between her legs, like she did so often in bed at home to comfort
herself, but she dreaded what his response would be.
All of a sudden he barked a new order. “Put your hands on you head.” Katie was too
slow to react. Master Jenkins smacked her bottom with the ruler twice, very hard then
yelled “NOW”. She immediately obeyed, putting her hands onto her head, startled out of
her daydreaming by the hard smacks.
“Interlock your fingers and pull your elbows back,” he demanded. Katie did as she
was told; she no longer had the desire to resist. She would wait until the end of the
day, until she was given her choice. She was determined not to stay in this horrible
place. But her alternative was to serve a year’s solitary confinement in prison. Forced
to watch endless videos designed to re-educate her and if the rumours were true, she would
be forced to have sex with all of the guards, male and female, whenever they wanted. She
didn’t want that either.
“I can’t waste all day with you, you worthless criminal slut.” Those words hurt her
deep inside. She wasn’t a criminal and she certainly was no slut. In fact, although she
was 22 years old, Katie was still a virgin.
“I can’t send you to your class either until you compose yourself a little. Go and
stand over there while I find you a uniform to wear,” he said while pointing to the wall
and the back of his office.
“You will stand in silence, with your nose on the wall; otherwise you will have a
long meeting with my cane.” He pulled a coin from his pocket and held it on the wall in
front of her nose. Katie instinctively knew what to do. She stepped forward and pressed
her nose against the coin, pinning it against the wall. She immediately realised how
effective this position was, even if she moved her nose a little, the coin would fall and
she would be severely punished. So while she heard Master Jenkins moving around behind
her, she stood as still as she could, hands on her head, nose on the wall like a naughty
little school girl.
“You are very lucky to have been brought here. In prison you would be treated like
a piece of meat, an animal to be moulded to the will of the state. Here you will receive
the care you need to enable you to live a happy purposeful life. You should be thankful
that there are people like me who care enough to help those less fortunate than ourselves.
You should be thankful there are people like me who love you enough to the discipline you
when you make mistakes, so that you learn the error of your ways and learn to be a good
obedient person.”
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