“What do you think you are doing?” The voice that carried across the courtyard was
female. It came from an upper window that was only open ajar on this particular cold
November day and it was directed at the two teenagers who were huddled together at the far
end of the courtyard. “My office – NOW!” The voice of authority carried clearly over the
crisp, still air.
The two young girls, seniors at the young offenders institute, were barely eighteen
and now eligible for adult prison life. They looked up at the office and scowled, the thin
trail of smoke spiralling visibly in the cold air from the end of the cigarette they had
been sharing.
“I said NOW!” The voice repeated. The figure at the window was that of Martha
Higgins, the Head of the institution.
“Shit!” Said Rose Keppler. “We’ve been rumbled.”
“Yeah, and we’ll be for it if old Higgins is in a bad mood.”
“Yeah, second fag cop this term for her. Never did hear what happened to Helen, poor
girl, but when she left here she was in a right state, according to the kids that saw
her.”
“Yeah, come on we’d better get up there.”
The girls stood up, their sullen faces clearly visible to the figure of Martha
Higgins who was still watching them. It took them three minutes to reach the solid oak
door of her office.
“Come in,” Higgins said sternly.
The girls entered and started to close the door.
“Leave it and come into the middle of my office,” Higgins stopped them short and
both girls took the five paces into the room so they stood before Higgins` big oak desk.
“Well, what have you got to say for yourself?” She asked, looking at one of the girls, her
voice almost a viper’s hiss with anger.
“Sorry?” Rose said slowly, but she framed it as a question not a statement of
contrition.
“Sorry! My girl, you will be sorry in a minute, you can be sure of that. First, who
are you?”
“Rose Keppler, Miss?”
“Grace Cole,” said the second girl who was trembling as much from the cold outside
as the fear of what was about to happen.
“Well, Miss Cole and Miss Keppler, you both know that smoking is not allowed in this
institution and you know the punishment for breaking the rules.”
“Yes Miss,” they replied almost in unison.
“Then you will be punished according to our procedures.” Higgins sat at her desk and
flicked through some pages of a register. “I see from the punishment log that you have
both been caught smoking before. Did the message not get through last time?”
“Yes Miss,” said Rose very quickly.
“Evidently, Miss Keppler, it did not, so you are also a liar. I note you are both
eighteen and could now be sent to a proper prison to complete your sentences. I think,
after punishment, I will make the necessary arrangements.”
“No, please Miss, don’t do that,” blurted Grace Cole.
“Why not? You are a horrendous influence to the younger offenders in our care and I
would prefer you are removed from here as soon as possible.”
“Please don’t do it, Miss.” Rose added her own plea.
“I will think about it. Now, young ladies you will prepare for punishment. You both
know the routine.”
With a look of horror and real fear the two girls looked at each other.
“You first,” said Grace.
Rose turned away from Grace and lifted her skirt at the back. Grace helped her lift
the bottom of the skirt above her waist and then pinned it high up on her jumper, ensuring
the skirt no longer covered the girl’s bottom. When it was pinned in place they reversed
roles so in a minute both girls had their skirts pinned out of protection’s reach.
“Knickers down,” said Higgins and watched with interest as both girls lowered their
underwear. “Right down and off,” she added and waited for the knickers to be kicked off
their feet. “Raise the fronts of your skirts,” she said and watched as the blue uniforms
were raised, exposing the teenagers pussies. Ostensibly for hygiene reasons, the
institution ruled that all inmates were to be shaven between their legs once a week at
minimum. It was an offence to have any hair other than a week of stubble there; an offence
punishable by caning.
“Miss Cole, I see you have let your pubic hair grow beyond what is acceptable to
this institution and thus your punishment will be increased.”
“Yes, Miss,” said Grace in a faltering voice.
“I will start with Miss Keppler. Miss Cole, put your hands on your head and go and
stand in front of my fire facing into the room. Right in front of it.”
Grace went and stood in front of the fire, looking out so she could see the
punishment of her friend as it was delivered. She felt the heat of the fire on her ass
cheeks and knew it was nothing compared to the burning sensations she would soon be
feeling.
Already, Higgins had the saw horse out in the middle of the room. This evil device
was designed to hold the victim in place while the buttocks could be severely punished.
“Over the horse,” she said with a strict voice.
Rose walked to the horse and bent over it so her stomach rested on the thin cushion
at the top. When she was bent over it she opened her legs wide so they lined up with the
legs of the horse. In a moment, Higgins had cuffed her legs in position and then did the
same with her arms down the legs of the horse on the other side. Finally she secured a
length of rope round Rose’s waist, securing her to the horse so she could not move.
Rose was bent over the device, her legs wide apart, her buttocks in the perfect position
for punishment and her sex on display, her nubile labia pouting out between her upper
thighs.
“Your punishment today for smoking is thirty strokes of the paddle,” Higgins
pronounced. Grace had a perfect view of Rose’s full, pale coloured bottom and could even
see her labia pouting out from the gap between her legs.
The paddle was a piece of hard leather about fourteen inches long with a handle at one
end. Higgins laid the leather against Rose’s backside and pulled it back for the first
stroke.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” said Rose. “I really am.” Rose was already sobbing with the
anticipation of the pain to come.
“You will be, my girl, but not half as sorry as what I have planned for you and your
miscreant friend after this session.”
With that, Higgins delivered the first buttock numbing stroke. The sound of the
SPLAT! could be heard in the nearby rooms and a female warden who happened to be walking
across the courtyard looked up with initial surprise.
“YEEEOOWW!” Rose howled as the full force of the paddle instantly turned her pale
buttocks to a healthier shade of pink, the shape of the paddle clearly imprinted across
the middle of both cheeks.
“Oh, come girl, it’s not that bad,” said Higgins, relishing the punishment she was
delivering. Higgins had a reputation in the institute amongst the inmates. She was hard as
nails with the offenders and rumour had it she got off by paddling and caning those who
(sometimes) deserved it.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! The paddle landed again and again across Rose’s buttocks,
adding new burning heat to the delivery zone with each stroke. Rose continued to howl.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Rose felt as if her bottom was on fire.
How many strokes had it been? How many to go? Rose had lost track of how her punishment
was progressing. She tried to struggle free from the horse but to no avail. Her wrists
were tied securely in position, her ankles would not budge and the rope around her waist
meant she could not move though her whole body was screaming out for her to do something
to lessen the intense pain in her bottom.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! The paddle rained down in rapid fire, not even allowing the
intense sensations from one stroke to start to ebb before the pain from the next was added
to it.
By the twentieth stroke Rose was no longer yelling. She could no longer summon up
the breath and energy to shout, though she gasped not quite silently as each fresh stroke
was delivered.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Rose wished this awful battering was over. She felt like her
buttocks were about to be ripped open such was the pain in them from this severe beating.
Then, the paddle stopped.
“That is thirty strokes.” Higgins said in a firm voice. “It is nothing compared to
what your future holds for you.” Higgins waited until Rose had regained some composure and
was breathing a little better before she reached down and touched Rose’s fiery buttocks,
making Rose howl once again with the agony. “Quite a mess,” said Higgins, “and very hot to
the touch. Has the message got through to you?”
“Y...y...yes, M...m...miss,” Rose stuttered between her sobbing.
Higgins had her hand between Rose’s legs, rubbing her inner thighs, and feeling the
coolness of the un-battered flesh compared to the raw heat in the area that had received
the strokes.
“You have a good, firm body,” said Higgins, slightly breathlessly. “What I have
planned for you two will do you good,” she said as she started to release Rose from her
bonds.
Rose tried to straighten up but the pain in her bottom was too much and she fell to
the floor.
“Up girl and take Miss Cole’s place by the fire.” Higgins put her arms under Rose’s
armpits and hauled the screaming girl to her feet. Rose hobbled over to the fireplace and
stood there, her burning buttocks not even feeling the heat from the fire as she stood
there with her hands on her head, tears streaming down her face.
“Miss Cole, your turn over the horse. Assume the position.”
Grace took the stance that Rose had taken and in a minute was cuffed and roped in
place so she could not evade the inevitable paddling. Her bottom was already roasting hot
from the roaring fire, but Grace knew the heat that was already uncomfortable would be as
nothing compared to what her bottom would feel like in just a few minutes time.
“As with Miss Keppler you will receive thirty strokes for smoking. You will then
have your labia and inner thighs flogged for not keeping your pubic hair in check.”
“Please No! Please NO!” Grace pleaded in vain. Higgins was angry not just with the
girls before her. She had not been fulfilling her quota of respondents to `The Learning
Commune` and now her ass was on the line. It was a condition of appointment at the various
“supply depots” as the owners of `The Learning Commune` called them, that a regular supply
of people would be provided to `The Learning Commune`, to benefit those people from what
it had to offer.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! She started delivering the same punishment to Grace’s bottom
that she had given to Rose a few minutes earlier. Grace howled and tears fell down her
face from the first stroke. By the tenth stroke she stopped struggling with the bonds that
secured her to the horse. Her bottom was already so on fire that the struggle seemed
futile. From the tenth stroke, and with her whole bottom on fire, she just lay where she
was and started to pray for the end of this ghastly punishment.
Ten strokes later Grace felt as though her bottom was going to explode with the
fiery pain that now filled her entire world. She sobbed and howled aloud as each fresh
swat of the paddle landed more or less on top of the last, adding more bruising and a
deeper colour red to the flesh that had already been so severely punished.
Before the final stroke had been delivered, Grace had stopped howling, no longer
able to suck enough fresh air into her heaving lungs to make much sound come out.
“That is thirty strokes of the paddle. You can rest for one minute and then we will
deal with the pubic hair infringement.” Higgins was wasting no sympathy on these
miscreants.
After the minute was up, she knelt behind Grace and touched her labia. They were
soft and firm. She parted the lips with one hand while fitting in place the opener with
the other. The opener was a device designed to clip onto both labia, forcing them apart,
exposing the raw, pink sex flesh beneath. Satisfied the labia were wide open and the
opener would not hinder the action of the flogger, Higgins stood up.
“Now, this WILL hurt,” she said, picking up the flogger which had a dozen or more
thin strips of leather protruding from the leather-wrapped handle.
Grace never felt the cool rush of air that flew past her vagina a moment before the
leather straps cut into her exposed sex flesh. If she had howled loudly during her
paddling, the sound that now came from her lungs was a hundred times louder.
SWISH! The second stroke landed almost before Grace had reacted to the first and
certainly before the full stinging sensation of the first impact had travelled up her sex
to her brain.
“You will both learn not to misbehave,” said Higgins as Grace almost drowned out her
voice when the third stroke bit into her labia and inner thighs.
Stroke number four cut into the hapless young girl’s clitoris and the pain from that
stroke was multiplied when the fifth stroke landed on the same very tender spot. The next
three strokes landed mainly on either side of her sex, leaving her inner thighs red and
marked with the results of the ferocious onslaught.
The eighth stroke landed back almost dead centre of her parted labia, adding intense
burning to that part of her virginal and very sensitive body.
Stroke nine cut back into the front of her sex, almost whipping her pubic bone and then
Higgins aimed one final shot straight down the middle so the straps cut one last time into
her inner flesh.
“You’re bleeding down there,” said Higgins as she inspected the punishment. “Not a
lot but enough for you to need to do something about it before you get infected.”
Grace hardly noticed what Higgins was saying, so great was the pain in her bottom
and between her legs. When she had been untied from the horse, Grace tried to stand up but
the strength in her legs had gone and she slumped onto the floor, hitting the bare
floorboards with her naked, welted bottom. This caused the exhausted young woman to cry
out again.
“Right, that is the beginning of your punishment.” Higgins` face was flushed with
the punishment she had just delivered and with the pleasure her announcement was about to
bring her. “I have decided that you two need a lesson you will never forget.”
“But, Miss Higgins, I will always remember this punishment and I promise not to
misbehave again. I’ve only got three months to go. Please?” Rose tried with her best
pleading voice, but Higgins was not interested.
“I have decided you will both go to The Learning Commune where you will be properly
disciplined and turned into useful human beings.” The statement was spoken with an air of
finality and Rose looked with utter horror at her friend who managed to look up from the
floor and with her tearful face she looked back with a similar expression. Right now she
desired some TLC, but not the kind the dreaded Commune was reputed to impart.
“But we were only caught smoking!” Rose objected.
“If you object again then I will happily put you back over the horse and cane you
until you bleed all over the floor. To the Commune you will go and that is my final
decision. Now, both of you, get ready for your journey. The clothes you are to wear will
be brought to your dormitory at tea time and you will make sure you are wearing them, and
only them, by eight o’clock this evening when you will report back here for your journey.
Until then you will not wear any underclothes and your skirts will remain pinned up so all
our wonderful bunch of inmates can stare in awe at your battered backsides. If I catch
either of you administering any lotion or water or anything to the punished area you will
be back in this office for a repeat dose of discipline. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Miss Higgins,” Rose replied.
“Y...y...yes, Miss H...h...iggins,” Grace sobbed from her position on the floor.
“Good, then get out of here and get on with your normal daily routine. There is no
need to alter that until lights out at eight o’clock this evening, when you will report
back here in the clothes you will be given for your journey.”
Rose helped Grace off the floor and together they left the office, hobbling with the
pain in their bottoms and Grace, walking with her legs apart because of the indescribable
pain in her sex. She noticed that Miss Higgins had left the labia spreader in place and
Grace dared not remove it.
At eight o’clock both girls reported back to Miss Higgins` office wearing their new
attire. This consisted of a simple, rough weave loose fitting smock with a very short
skirt section that barely covered half their bottoms. They had simple shoes for their feet
and nothing else.
“Good, I see you are dressed and ready to go. The carriage will be here shortly.
Grace, you may take out the labia spreader now – I may need that for the next miscreant.
Now listen and listen closely. You will have a driver and two armed escorts. It is a long
journey to The Learning Commune and you will stop overnight at an Inn so the horses can
rest. You will obey your escort at all times and do everything they tell you or you will
be shot.”
This news stunned both girls.
The horse-driven carriage pulled up outside the borstal and the big front doors that
closed off the forecourt were opened, allowing both Rose and Grace their first glimpse of
the countryside for several months. In the darkness of the cold night there was something
even more chilling about the carriage that awaited them. From within the carriage the door
was opened and a tall, well-built man stepped out onto the driveway leading to the gates.
His companion alighted a moment later.
“These the girls?” The first man asked needlessly. Both Grace and Rose were
shivering from the cold night air and with fear for their futures.
“They are,” said Higgins. “All I need is your signature that you collected them and
then they are your responsibility.”
The man reached forward and signed the proffered document.
“Right, you two, get on board. We have a two hour ride tonight and then we’ll
complete the journey tomorrow morning. We have an Inn where we will rest the horses and
catch a few hours sleep. Hurry up now.”
Rose and Grace walked to the door of the carriage. Rose looked round but Higgins had
already gone and the big solid doors were closing behind her.
With a gulp as she swallowed hard to fight back her fear she stepped up into the
carriage. The carriage was a large one, probably accounting for the two horses that were
needed to pull it. Inside there were a couple of lanterns, gas-lit affairs that gave off a
little warmth and a dull light.
Grace followed Rose into the carriage and they sat together facing backwards. The
two men climbed on board and in a moment the carriage had started its journey.
“Right, here are your instructions. You’ve already been told that if you don’t obey
us you will be shot. You are now the property of The Learning Commune and your training
starts right now. I want both of you totally naked in under a minute. Last one to strip
gets the first task.”
“You what?” Asked Grace, wishing a moment later that she had not spoken when the
smaller man sitting opposite her simply reached forward and cuffed her across her right
cheek.
“Insolence gets a hit, any attempt to escape gets a bullet and disobedience gets a
whipping. Now get undressed.”
Rose was already obeying. After all, their scanty attire would provide little warmth
for them and she, at any rate, did not want to wind up dead before she’d at least found
out a bit about the dreaded Commune.
“One thing you girls are going to learn damn quickly is that at the Commune the
Masters give the instructions and the inmates, or should I say females, do what they are
told. So, if I want to butt fuck you, you will soon learn to bend over and take what is
coming. The quicker you girls learn this, the better.” The taller man spoke evenly and
with a deep voice.
Rose had her top off and was struggling with the skirt, while Grace was quickly
catching her up. It took the two girls less than two minutes to undress and they sat back
on their seats wondering what would happen first.
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