In the late 19th century, the use of corporal punishment in America's schools,
both public and private, was a practice generally approved of, though rarely discussed
openly. Disciplinary floggings were simply an accepted part of the educational system.
However, there were isolated cases, especially where private institutions were concerned,
where flagellation was inflicted without mercy or reason, used by those in authority to
satisfy their most vile perversions.
Briarwood Academy for Girls was one such private school. Here, the birch rod, the
lash-strap, and the whip were all used routinely, generously, and without hesitation. From
records still in existence, the corruption of this now-infamous academy has been
unearthed. In a stone chamber below the school's chapel, students underwent severe
floggings and unspeakable sex-tortures. Young and helpless girls were stripped to the
bare, shaved, and left with no defense against their tormentors. They were fastened out to
fiendish contraptions that held them in the most humiliating of positions and sometimes
even tormented into forced orgasms. The slightest infraction of Briarwood's strict
rules was met with swift and effective punishment. The rod was a part of daily student
life.
But Briarwood Academy was more than a den of suffering. It was also a place where
young, female flesh could be purchased. A certain judge sent wealthy but errant girls here
in lieu of placing them into the horrors of state care. Thus, these students would do
anything to avoid expulsion. This made them easy targets of abuse, and they were sold as
whipping girls and sex vessels, clearly the victims of enforced prostitution.
Briarwood has long been abandoned, the deep forests reclaiming the stone buildings,
the torture contraptions and tools of flagellation falling into dust and ruin.
It was to this academy, in 1873, that a certain Miss Maria Trask was sent. Her
story is contained within this volume.
Chapter 1
Again, Amelia Browning tugged at the hands that held her wrists, but the two
middle-aged women holding her, uniformed proctors, held their grip firm. They'd
brought Amelia here to the headmaster's office for punishment, and they meant to keep
her in place.
Phillip Lawson, Headmaster of Briarwood Academy for Girls, stared at the girl
before his wide desk. Already, he was imagining her young buttocks turning pink under
corporal chastisement.
Behind the girl stood Miss Faith West, instructress in Ancient History, a dour
woman of uncertain years.
"I'm afraid that this girl is in dire need of a good flogging,"
Faith was saying. "We're only three days into the term and she's already
become impossible to deal with."
Miss West greatly enjoyed the sight of a girlish rump being flogged. Since first
seeing the pretty Amelia, she'd been looking for any sort of excuse to bring the girl
forward for punishment.
Phillip's stare was causing Amelia to tremble. She'd just begun attending
Briarwood, but some of the other girls had told her of this man's cruelty. As his
eyes held hers, she was transfixed by him. He was over fifty, but she found him to be
handsome in a frightening sort of way. There was gray in his black hair, and he had a
lean, cunning look about him.
"Is this true, Amelia?" he asked without warning. "Are you being lax
in your Ancient History studies?"
"No, sir," she said quickly and without hesitation. "Miss West stood
me before the class to question me on the lesson, and I gave every answer
correctly."
"It wasn't her answers that so vexed me," Miss West chimed in.
"It was her smug attitude. She wore an insolent smile all during the time I drilled
her."
"Now I'm beginning to understand our problem," Lawson said and then
looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought. "Miss West, will you go outside and fetch
two guards while I decide what's to be done with this girl. It appears she'll
need punishment if she's to be successful here at Briarwood."
Amelia awaited his pronouncement, glancing furtively about the room as though she
might find some means of escape. She was almost certain that they were about to subject
her to some sort of spanking or perhaps even worse. The chamber they'd hauled her
into was of wood and leather, the ceilings high, the windows tall. There were many
shelves, all filled with fine books. A Persian rug covered the floor.
As Phillip pondered the girl's fate, he occasionally looked at her. She was
lovely, barely 18, her body that of a child, her contours becoming those of a woman. Her
hair, the colors of sand and strawberries, hung well past her shoulders, and her youthful
bosom strained at her white blouse, the nipples being clearly visible as the Briarwood
girls weren't permitted to wear anything beneath their upper garments, a rule
instigated by the Physical Conditioning instructress.
Phillip waited until Miss West came back with the guards, two burly men in dark
uniforms, and then pronounced sentence.
"Amelia, for your insolence, you will be fastened to the whipping stool and
given a sound birching," he said gravely. "I'll decide on the number of
strokes while you're being positioned."
"But, Master Lawson, I've done nothing to deserve this," Amelia
pleaded, yanking at the hands that held her captive.
He paid no attention. "And you will remove every stitch of your
clothing," he told her. "You will accept your flogging in the bare."
Amelia was horrified. For a moment, all she could do was stand there, her mouth
agape, but, when she saw the two guards coming closer, she knew she had no choice but to
obey.
The proctors had been through this procedure many times in the past. They released
Amelia's wrists and then walked toward to the large closet where the whipping stool
was stored. They would put it in place for the punishment.
With the guards standing at either side of her, Amelia began to undress herself.
Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts
were smallish, well-formed mounds that stood out in a pert fashion.
Then she removed her short skirt, a pleated garment of a forest-green color. This,
too, she dropped to the floor.
And then she stopped. Standing there in just her regulation cotton underdrawers of
white cotton, Oxford shoes, and gray knee socks. She simply couldn't bring herself to
reveal more of her body.
"Please, sir," she said to Lawson. "Don't make me do
this."
Lawson nodded to the guards. They'd handled just this situation before. One of
them got hold of Amelia's wrists and held them behind her back while the other began
roughly stripping her little underdrawers down and then forcing her to hop about as he
took them from her.
Amelia blushed now as she struggled at the guard's strong grip. After all, she
was standing there in nothing but her shoes and knee socks, bare-breasted, her smooth sex
exposed! The pubis had been shaved, this being another edict of the Physical Conditioning
instructor.
Lawson drank in the sight of this nude pussy. How he loved forcing a girl to show
the most private portion of her anatomy.
"Strap her down to the whipping stool," he said to the guards.
"Finish with removing her clothing once she's in place."
Amelia had to be half-dragged to the forbidding-looking contraption now standing in
the middle of the room. This whipping stool was a round affair, about a yard across and
covered with black cushioning. It stood perhaps a foot high on four sturdy, wooden legs. A
leather strap was affixed to each of these supports.
"You're only making things harder for yourself," one of the guards
said as they forced the wriggling Amelia to her knees before this stool of punishment.
After spreading the girl's upper body across the cushioning, they tied her
wrists into the straps at two of the stool's legs, pulling the leather tight enough
to make her wince in pain.
Then they strapped her to the other two supports, winding the leather about her
legs, just above the knees, and knotting it securely.
Amelia pulled at her wrist bindings. The guards were now peeling her shoes and
socks from her, baring her pink feet and completing her nudity
Amelia's captors all gathered around the stool in a wide circle, the guards
and proctors, Miss West and Headmaster Lawson, all of them smiling at the girl's
predicament. She was helpless, a nude teenager surrounded by six fully clothed adults. And
her rounded buttocks were shivering in the anticipation of being flogged.
Miss West looked Amelia in the eye. "Not so smart now, are you, Miss
Browning?" she said with a smirking laugh. "It looks as if you'll just have
to take a birching, doesn't it?"
Amelia saw that she'd best be compliant. "Yes, Miss West," she said.
From a tall urn, Lawson selected a long rod of well-seasoned birch. He regularly
subjected students to just this procedure and kept the necessary tools at the ready. This
particular rod had two black ribbons at the thicker end, these for wrapping the hand in
for a steadier grip.
Lawson handed the thin, wooden whip to Miss West. "It seems appropriate that
you administer this girl's punishment," he said to her. "After all, she was
insubordinate in your classroom."
Faith took the rod in hand, already eyeing Amelia's bottom. She took up a
stance at one side of the whipping stool, readying to birch her victim.
"How many strokes does this rump need?" she asked Lawson.
Lawson considered once again and then spoke. "Initially, she will take one
dozen strokes," he said. "After this, she will be given a rest of a minute or
two. This will give her time to anticipate the rest of her punishment. Then she will take
another dozen strokes. After these dozen, I hope I can prevail upon you, Miss West, to
question her on her desire to mend her ways."
"Oh, of course," Faith answered as she lifted the rod high.
"I'll know if she has a sincere wish to improve."
"Excellent," Lawson went on. "You will then give her an
indeterminate number of strokes. The number you give her will depend on how she has
answered her questioning. I fondly hope that you'll flog her until she gives evidence
of a genuine determination to toe the mark. Begin when ready."
Swish!
Thwack!
The rod sailed through the air and landed squarely on Amelia's tender
girl-flesh and raised an immediate stripe of pink.
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