SPECIAL SCHOOL FOR TAMARA

BY ANAL AL

Tamara tried to adjust her position. It was very difficult with
all the straps holding her to the bench. She had screamed very
long and loud as her brother strapped her down. It had been in
vain. Now she could only wait and listen for the sound of her
brother and sister coming down the stairs. As she contemplated
what they would do to her she tried again to move slightly enough
to relive the feeling of helplessness she felt as she lay on the
wooden bench.

Her mother used this bench to punish the children when they were
younger but yet old enough to fight back. Tamara's mother was a
frail little woman barely half the size of Tamara and her sister.
When she was 10 Tamara knocked her mother to the floor and ran
away while she was being punished.

Tamara, Steven and their oldest sister Elizabeth had grown more
and more daring and wild in their exploits as the years wore on
since their father's death. Their mother was sickly and often
required some measure of care which they all resented. At least
money was not a problem with the family or perhaps that was the
problem. Their father had died and left a large sum to the family
and the children's money was in trusts.

Tamara's 16 year old body tensed up trying to stretch the straps
that held her down to the bench. Unable to move her head she
tried to arch her back and move the strap across her mid back.
She lay face down on the bench with her hands strapped to the
support at the head of the bench and her forehead firmly in the
curved rest. A strap across the back of her head prevented her
from moving. The bench resembled a gyno exam table but in this
case the 'patient' lay face down. It worked equally well for both
boys and girls.

Their mother had a friend who made it when Steve was 12 and
overpowered his mother one day to steal money from her purse. Mom
had the friend come over and help her discipline the children if
they got too much for her to handle. Being spoiled rich brats
they often thought of themselves as able to get away with
anything. Many times in fact their mother had paid off the police
to keep things out of the records. The harder she tried to raise
them with good morals the worse they became.

Tamara now sixteen, her brother Steve who was a strapping 18 and
their oldest sister Elizabeth who was now 22 comprised the Tanner
family children. Tamara thought about how much better things were
when Beth still lived at home. It seemed to her that she got
punished less when Beth was around. Perhaps it was because Beth
was so much worse than Tamara but Tamara didn't think about this,
only the fact that she lay on the punishment bench now waiting
for Beth to arrive.

This morning before school Tamara had sneaked out of the house
early. Unluckily for her school had been canceled today due to a
gas leak in the building. When she didn't arrive home within a
half an hour of hearing about the incident on the local news her
mother went to the school to find out about her and make sure she
hadn't been taken to the hospital with the other children.

After a several hour search of the hospitals and checking with
the school secretaries who kept the attendance rolls her mother
came to the conclusion that Tamara had skipped today. And to add
to Tamara's predicament her mother had found out that Tamara's
boyfriend Josh was also not at school. So at 3:00pm when Tamara
should have been at mid period of PE she was instead discovered
naked in bed with Josh at Josh's house stoned. She had only
dropped half the acid that Josh did but the half a bag of weed
had pretty much zoned her out. Josh's parents were also not very
happy about the situation.

After subduing Josh, his dad helped Steve handcuff Tamara for the
return trip home. Neither of the teenagers had clothes on.
Tamara's mother apologized profusely to Josh's parents and then
departed. The ride home had been very painfully silent. Steve had
been instructed to strap Tamara down to the punishment bench in
the basement while their mom phoned Beth to come over right away.

The lecture was very short and to the point. Since this wasn't
the first time Tamara had been caught having sex with Josh and
certainly not the first time she had been caught doing dope she
was going to be punished severely. Being a Wednesday before
Thanksgiving Tamara could certainly have thought of better times
to be punished. The small family didn't have any relatives in
town so it would be another relatively quiet turkey day with
Tamara as the center of attention. To further add to the problems
Tamara faced was the fact that her mother had found her stash and
the fact that she already had an extensive police record.

The judge last time had said that if Tamara was busted one more
time it was juvi until she was 18 and then women's prison after
that. Her mother intended to see to it that Tamara was going to
be severely reminded of what to expect.

Tamara heard footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement.
"Please don't, I'll be good, I promise."

"Yes you will." her mother told her. Tamara heard her mother
stirring something in a bowl. Then she felt her mother prying her
ass cheeks apart and something slick was smeared on her asshole.
Her mom greased up the outside and then slipped her finger in
with the slick stuff. She smeared it all around and then withdrew
her finger. "You think about how bad your ass is going to burn
when you are in women's prison and they do you dry with a broom
handle." Her mother said and then shoved a medium sized butt plug
into the young girl.

Tamara felt a gentle heat as the plug slid home. Next some duct
tape over it from one cheek to the other to hold it in place. Not
having been the first time she was surprised that her mother put
a plug in without first pumping in an enema. However, the heat
began to grow and grow. Soon Tamara's butt was spasming trying to
eject the butt plug.

Back in the kitchen there was a quick knock and Beth walked in.
"I got here as quick as I could. I couldn't find all the stuff
you wanted at the store but I got most of it."

Her mother checked the bag, "Good enough for now. We have all
weekend. Steve, run down to Quickly Piggly and get some cranberry
jelly for tomorrow, looks like Beth brought the rest."

"Sure." Steve said and left.

"We'll let her alone for a while, I just greased her butt up with
ginger mixed with massage oil."

"Ouch! That'll burn for a good long time."

"Yep and the more she squirms the more the plug rubs the stuff in
and increases the burning."

"So what are we going to do with her?"

"I'm going to punish her all weekend. I've got my friend Randy
getting a chastity belt from downtown. They said it would be
ready by Monday. Then we put her in it from now on. That will at
least keep her from getting pregnant. As for the dope smoking the
only way to stop that is to keep her under house arrest until she
is 18. Maybe by then she will straighten up."

"Are you going to be really strict on her?" Beth asked.

"Of course, and more so than I was with you."

"I'm going to go change clothes." Beth said and took her travel
bag upstairs.

******

Tamara's asshole had been burning for nearly an hour. The more it
burned the more she wiggled and the more it burned. An endless
circle of burning pain and wiggling trying to make it stop.
Finally she heard the plates clanking upstairs as the meal was
finished. She thought about being hungry and decided it was
probably for the best that she wasn't being fed as she was sure
they would soon be pumping a large enema into her backside.

Soon she heard three sets of footsteps on the stairs leading down
to the basement. It was quite easy since the basement had carpet
lined walls because Tamara's late father had a ham radio station
here and to keep the noise from bothering the rest of the family
he had lined it in cork and covered that over with carpet. It was
quite warm in the winter too. And since this was the punishment
room now no one outside of the room would hear any screaming.

"I won't bore you with a lecture which you know so well." her
mother said as she forced a large penis gag into Tamara's mouth.
"Quit fighting it, you know you like to suck cock." The straps
were fastened and Tamara had to stretch her jaw muscles to
accommodate the tapered pecker.

"Use the ping pong paddle and warm her up a bit Steve. Careful
not to hit the plug, we don't want to break the hose connector
off."

Steve started paddling Tamara. He wasn't the worst however, she
had once been paddled by Beth and that hurt. Steve somehow was
aware of his strength and held back. Tonight however as the first
crack of the paddle sounded on Tamara's left cheek she was sure
he was up to full strength. She could only scream into the gag.
The higher frequencies were choked off by the device and everyone
in the room watched as her left cheek slowly turned crimson.

Steve then switched sides and began to warm the other cheek.
Tamara was aware that this was his weak arm and was thankful for
small favors. That is between the pain when she had half a second
to think about it. The burning of the ginger coated plug still
was there as every crack of the paddle made her tense up her
buttocks and wiggled the plug a bit more rubbing the sand-like
ginger powder in a bit more. "Ok Steven, take a break and get a
drink of water." his mother told him.

"My turn?" Beth asked.

"Not just yet, lets let that settle in a while. Fill up the white
bag."

"Full?"

"Sure, we'll let it in slowly. That last quart is the slowest and
most painful. Put in some peppermint castille soap too."

"How are we going to burp her with the plug in?" Steve asked.

"No need. The air bubble will make it that much worse."

Beth busied herself filling the large 4-quart white enema bag,
adding a generous squirt of liquid peppermint castille soap about
a third of the way through. Her mother watched and at the 2/3
mark gave the bag another shot of the soap. When it was done she
let the hose fill and then attached it to the waiting coupling on
the butt plug embedded in her little sister's ass.

Tamara could feel the activity as the plug was wiggled. Soon she
felt the trapped air being forced into her somewhat constipated
colon. Funny thing about smoking weed, it tended to make you
constipated. As the pressure built up she felt the dam burst as
the stinging soapy water made it around the first bend. She began
to moan into the gag as the pain began to increase. How she was
going to make the full four quarts with a full colon she didn't
know.

At three quarts her mother started with the Ping-Pong paddle
again, first one cheek and then the other. The ploy worked, the
spasming of the young girl's butt worked out the kinks blocking
the enema from making it around the cecum. With tears flowing
down her cheeks Tamara could only hope that the bag would be
empty soon.

Finally it was. Tamara never heard the click of the valve as she
was crying too much from the pain. Finally the stinging on her
cheeks subsided enough to where she could concentrate on the pain
of having 4 quarts of soapy water in her. Water that was
pressurized in her and burning for release. With the butt plug
securely taped into her ass and her face down position she knew
this wasn't to be. Between moaning she listened and didn't hear
anyone in the room.

Upstairs Steve was enjoying a beer and Elizabeth and her mother
were splitting a bottle of wine and talking. While they were
talking Randy stopped by and dropped off the chastity belt. It
was an elaborate metal unit with rubber at rub points. Randy
didn't stay long and collected the money from Mrs. Tanner.

Beth was reading the instructions that came with the belt. "Mom!
This says that you have to have pierced labia!"

"Yes I know. The labia are pushed through the small grooves and
then the lock is attached. She has been pulling at her labia for
years and in case you haven't noticed they are quiet large now,
especially with Josh giving her a workout."

"Ouch. That is going to hurt. Where are we taking her to get
pierced?" Beth asked.

"We're going to do it ourselves. No big deal. The large bore
needle and cork in the blue bag there."

"Won't that bleed?"

"Just for a little. Then we put in the styptic pencil and it
stops. Hurts like hell and you had better have something to bite
on."

"How come you know so much about it?" Beth asked.

Mrs. Tanner stood up and pulled down her panties. For a woman of
45 she still had a nice flat tummy. Amazing even after 3 kids.
However the points of interest for display were the two stainless
steel rings through the pierced inner labia.

"I never knew." Beth said in amazement looking at her mom's
freshly shaven pussy with the two shiny rings.

"Your father and I were in a slump sexually after Tamara was born
and I got the idea from my beautician. It hurt like hell as you
said but afterwards it sure did spice things up! I thought he was
going to fuck me to death. That spurt lasted a good 5 years at
least. After he died I kept them as souvenirs more or less and
since they aren't easily removed. Your father was a talented man
with a welding machine and welded them on me."

"Ouch! Didn't that burn?"

"Nope. He deadened the area and used some heat sink clamps on the
rings. Of course I was trussed up like a pig to the workbench
while he was working. He didn't want me to move. I think I
screamed more that I really needed to. It didn't hurt that much
but was scarier than anything. He held the rings until they were
cooled completely and I only got a little burning around the
piercings. Of course I was sore for two weeks and wouldn't let
him near me after I got the piercings. He was pissed that I had
showed myself to another man and after a through spanking he just
sat and marveled at my pussy. After you kids had gone to bed he
made me go bottomless the rest of the night so he could watch and
listen to the tingling of the rings hitting together. I'll be
right back."

When her mother got back from the basement Beth asked, "What
about metal detectors at the airport?"

"Well that does take some explaining. I usually request a search
by a female guard. Once they see me naked they quit asking
questions."

"How is she doing?"

"Not so good now. I just put the nipple clamps on her. We'll give
her another ten minutes and then take her out to drain the
enema."

******

After unstrapping Tamara and leading her to the bathroom Beth and
her mother watched as the girl emptied herself. They didn't
remove the gag or restraints. After emptying they reattached the
poor teenager to the bench again.

Tamara tensed up her body at the extreme pain of the piercing
needle inserted through her labia. She screamed to the top of her
lungs. It was a pain she had never felt before. Not even her
belly button or ear cartilage piercing hurt this bad. When she
had relaxed somewhat and hung loosely in her restraints they
proceeded to the other lip. Again the shooting pain.

She began to vomit through the gag and some of it ran through her
nose. The pain of the styptic pencils hurt worse than she ever
imagined. The piercer who had done her ears and bellybutton just
held sterile gauze against the holes until they clotted
naturally. Not knowing what a styptic pencil would do Tamara had
no idea of why it was hurting so badly. She had quickly figured
out that her mother or sister, she didn't know which, had pierced
her inner pussy lips.

After the burning subsided they removed the clotting pencils and
attached large gauge rings to the teenagers inner lips. Beth gave
them a flick and they rang together, although not as loudly as
she had thought they might.

"Looks nice doesn't it?" her mother commented.

"What's next?"

"Well her butt is empty and pale. Why don't you fix her up while
I go get her bed ready."

Beth proceeded to insert a very large plug into her sister's ass.
She greased both her sister and the plug and worked it in slowly,
pausing at the wide point. Even through Tamara screamed and tried
to squirm from the anal intruder she couldn't stop it. A nice
steady pressure and finally it popped home. Tamara had felt the
holes in it and knew the enema was next. Beth filled her little
sister with 4 quarts of warm salt water and then closed the
valve. She warmed Tamara's cheeks with the paddle until sweat was
running from Beth's brow. Taking a breather Steve took over until
Tamara thought she could take no more.

After nearly an hour of paddling they stopped and left the room.
Poor Tamara was left to herself with a burning set of cheeks and
a belly full of water. The pain of her freshly pierced labia
seemed rather insignificant at the moment.

A few minutes later Steve and Beth came and moved Tamara to the
bathroom and let her release the water after carefully removing
the butt plug from Tamara's very sore ass. The water poured out
for nearly five minutes until it slowed to a dribble. Tamara
tried as she might to squat over the toilet but tired as she was
she gave up and sat on her bruised and burning butt cheeks.

"Mom said to take these off now." Beth said, removing the nipple
clamps from her sister, still sitting on the toilet. Tamara
screamed into the gag and her eyes grew wide at the pain of the
crushed nipples refilling with blood.

Steve hooked his sister's wrist manacles together and hung her
arms over a hook on the wall. Tamara's feet just barely touched
the floor and there was no way she could get enough height to
unloop the hook that held her up.

Tamara was thankful when a half an hour later Steve picked her up
and dragged her up the stairs, two flights up to the bedrooms.
She cried as she saw the ropes hanging from the posts of her bed
and the rubber sheet on it. They were going to tie her down for
the night it appeared.

Steve wrestled his smaller sister onto the bed in a face up
position and grabbed a leg as Tamara tried to kick him. Beth
grabbed the other leg. With her hands shackled together there was
no way that she could do much as her brother and sister attached
ropes to the hooks on the ankle manacles she wore. They spread
her legs very wide as they tightened the ropes to the posts on
the queen sized bed.

Next Beth and Steve unclipped Tamara's wrists and attached her
spread eagle to the head posts. She could hear the blender going
nearly nonstop downstairs. When her mother arrived she was
carrying a 4-quart enema bag full to the brim.

"All night?" Beth asked.

"Sure, carrot juice and assorted vegetables in a nice warm
broth." Mrs. Tanner said.

"Enema soup?" Steve quipped.

"Close enough. You forgot the nozzle." Mrs. Tanner said holding
up the large tapered nozzle. It didn't have a neck like most
enema nozzles, even the large ones.

"Mom, that is going to hurt." Beth commented.

"That's the idea. Here, fasten this around her waist." She said
handing Beth a restraint belt.

With the bulging bag hanging from a high bedpost Tamara's left
leg was raised and the relatively narrow tip of the enema plug
was inserted into her sore anus. The tip was only an inch across
but it widened to two inches at the base which was some 8 inches
away. "This was designed to open her up and get her used to
having something there."

"I'll bet. It is going to hurt more since she can't close up
around it." Beth said passing the barb on the tip through the
hole in the elastic strap that was the crotch piece of the belt.

The back of the crotch strap was buckled into place on the waist
belt and the plug pushed further into the screaming teenager.
Beth took up the back of the crotch strap a few notches and her
mother attached the front and cinched it tight. The elastic at
mid span stretching to accommodate the newly shortened length
while at the same time forcing the tapered plug into Tamara's
rapidly stretching asshole.

The pain was more than she had experienced the first time that
Josh had taken her anally. The unrelenting plug just kept opening
her up further and further driven by the contracting elastic of
the strap. Once the tip settled in Mrs. Tanner attached the hose
to the plug and cracked the valve just a little. Steve, Beth and
Mrs. Tanner watched for a few minutes as Tamara came to the
realization that she would be slowly filled all night. Mrs.
Tanner shut off the clamp, they covered the poor girl with a
sheet, turned off the light and left.

"Well it is nine now, we'll go give her a squirt every few hours.
I'll take the 11 and one shift. About twenty or thirty seconds
each time is all we need. I've put some extra juice in the fridge
if you should run out. Who wants the three o'clock?" Mrs. Tanner
asked.

"I'll take it, I'm turning in now anyway." Steve said.

"And I'll do the five one and go back to bed." Beth said.

"Ok that leaves the 7 for me. She should be quiet full by then.
If not, I'll leave it open so she finishes the bag. Good night
you two. I love you both and want you to know that I really am
trying to help your sister."

"We know mom." Beth said kissing her mother good night.

******

After being awakened every two hours by someone jiggling the
enema hose and being filled more every time Tamara was quiet
tired when her mother opened up the curtains at 8am. During the
night the water in the enema had migrated to her bladder and
having no other choice she peed in the bed. The towels under her
sopped it all up and her mother changed the towel now. "Now you
know what it is going to be like in prison with the guards waking
you up every few hours for bed checks. And you know how it feels
to be fed up the ass with an enema because your jaw is wired shut
from being in a fight with the other inmates."

Mrs. Tanner applied some salve to the labia piercings and left
the room.

At 9 o'clock they untied her and let Tamara release what enema
she hadn't peed out during the night. Then the butt plug was
re-inserted and strapped in with the chastity belt. However,
Tamara started wiggling almost immediately since the plug had
been greased with ginger and oil.

Tamara was given a very through spanking and then led down to the
basement. She was strapped face down in the bench to wait. At
noon Mrs. Tanner came down and fed Tamara her thanksgiving
dinner. The dinner consisted of pureed carrot juice & prune
juice, anally injected and plugged in. All 3 quarts of it. Along
with the prune juice Mrs. Tanner had added several squirts of hot
chili oil.

Tamara wiggled until she was exhausted. The hot oil burned inside
and the fullness in her stomach seemed relentless. At 4pm her
mother came in with Steve and Beth in tow. She gave Tamara
several good whacks with the paddle to get the errant girls
attention. Ungagged she screamed but otherwise didn't say
anything.

"The constant fullness you feel is similar to what you will feel
like pregnant. Either by your boyfriend through unprotected sex
or because one of the male guards rapes you in prison or because
the female guards allow selected males to take their pleasure
with you." Mrs. Tanner said as she rubbed her daughters bloated
belly.

"Mom I promise I won't ever screw up again. Please let me go."

"Not until I'm sure you really do understand. Being pregnant
isn't something you can just stop like letting this water out.
No, I'm sorry but you'll have to be constantly reminded." Mrs.
Tanner said and put a gag into Tamara's mouth and attached it
tightly.

Beth and Steve each laid a hundred whacks a piece on the little
sisters blistered backside as Mrs. Tanner prepared more enemas.
Beth carefully removed the plug from Tamara's sore ass and
quickly shoved in a large dilator enema tip. The dilator was
different than a dildo enema tip in that it had a steady taper
from 3/4" out to 3 inches and was some ten inches long. Too large
to go all the way in it would simply open Tamara's asshole wider
and wider the further in it went, stretching all the way. An
elastic strap ensured that tension would be maintained for the
perfect seal. Stretched to nearly two inches Tamara cried
pitifully while the enema was started.

"Since you didn't have your salad I'm giving you a quart of
radish juice." Mrs. Tanner said adjusting the flow to a slow
level.

Tamara barely had time to think about it before the burning
began. The extra quart on top of the now depleted 3 quarts she
had been holding nearly all day was painful enough but the radish
juice burned something terrible.

"Did you just puree the radishes?" Beth asked, watching her
little sister squirming.

"And a dash of vinegar and lemon for liquid." Mrs. Tanner said,
satisfied that the enema was painful enough.

"Her rings are looking good." Steve admired.

"I cleaned her a little while ago with astringent, hence the red
color. However, it'll heal quicker that way."

Several hours later the family unbuckled Tamara and allowed her
to let the nutritional enema out. The burning radish juice made
her asshole spasm painfully back to normal size. The small rectal
fissures brought on by the dilator plug were burning very badly
and she really wanted to rub it but with her hands shackled high
above her head the only relief was to let out more of the caustic
liquid.

She was given a quick rinse from the neck down in the shower by
Beth and Steve and then led to the waiting bed with the rubber
sheet. Here she was placed face down and tied securely on
Thanksgiving night. An inch and a half dildo tip was inserted and
secured in with a belt and she was spanked twenty whacks on each
cheek with the ping pong paddle. Then Mrs. Tanner arrived with
the enema bag. Once again the gallon white bag was hung from the
bedpost and Tamara was hooked up to it. The towel under her
vagina would catch the urine as she wet the bed during the night.
A stay dry layer ensured she wouldn't get diaper rash. Then the
saline solution was started and she was filled to capacity in
minutes.

Closing the door to her daughters room, "We'll let her sleep
without interruption tonight. More so we can sleep than to go
easy on her."

"What is planned for tomorrow?" Beth asked.

"Steve and I can take care of it, you can go shopping." Mrs.
Tanner said.

"Thanks mom!" Beth gave her mother a goodnight kiss.

"Good night Steve, happy whacking." his mother said, aware that
seeing his little sister being punished would make him have to
masturbate more than usual.

******

Friday morning Steve and Mrs. Tanner untied Tamara and let her
drain on the toilet followed by a quick rinse in the shower while
tied up. Afterwards they tied her to a high hook on the wall
where she could only stand and wait for more punishment. At 9 a
dilator plug was inserted, greased with ginger and oil. She was
given a drink of water by Steve and left to stand some more.

At 11 Steve and his mother replaced Tamara's butt plug with a
French tickler covered dildo well greased and sprinkled with red
pepper. Tamara's ass began spasming immediately. She whined into
the gag she wore, her jaw now becoming accustomed to being open.
They tied her to her bed and then attached two TENS units to her
with four pads each. On unit was focused on her anal muscles and
set to high had the desired effect of working the nubs of the
tickler into her anus. The other was attached around her vagina
and caused acute spasms there from the metal dildo to the gag in
her mouth. Set on low she got a direct feed from the unit and was
quiet surprised at the pain of it.

Around noon they took out the gag and fed Tamara some soup
through a large straw, the butt plug still being worked by the
TENS unit. The stocky vegetable soup was very good to Tamara who
hadn't had anything in her stomach but soapy water for two days.
Once finished the gag was reinserted.

Late that afternoon the plug and TENS units were removed and
Tamara was allowed to rest for a few hours. Being empty and
somewhat pain free she slept soundly. After supper, Steve brought
his little sister back down to the basement for more reminders. A
paddling followed by a strapping left her screaming without the
gag in place. Next a foot switching with a cane brought her
screams to a new high.

The large dilator plug and a 4 quart soapy enema was allowed to
soak in the poor girl for nearly two hours. Exhausted Tamara was
led from the basement to the upstairs bathroom where she was
drained and showered. A three-quart rinse enema was put in and
she had to wait standing for an hour before Steve let her drain
that out. Friday night she spent in bed with a dilator plug
inserted but no enema.

Saturday morning the dilator plug was attached to a hose and
another four quarts were pumped into the poor girl. Following by
an ass blistering three hundred whacks with a strop she could
only lay in her bed and cry, unable to get up from being tied
down. Her ass ached, her stomach ached and her jaw ached.

Around lunch she was drained and then allowed to sleep for an
afternoon nap. At 3pm Saturday she was filled with three quarts
of vegetable soup and plugged tight. Strapped down in the
basement she squirmed trying to get relief from the burning
ginger lubricant in her ass and pussy. Mrs. Tanner drained her
daughter around six and let the girl hang from the hook in the
bathroom for two hours. Another quick potty session and shower
and it was back to bed for the errant Tamara. Four quarts of
spinach and celery soup filled her colon on Saturday night.

Sunday morning brought no relief as she was paddled and enema'd
even more. Sunday night she was shackled to her bed dry and left
to sleep with a dilator plug inserted.

At 6am Monday morning Tamara was relieved when her mother removed
the dilator plug but was pained to learn that it was replaced by
an inch and 3/4 standard butt plug. She was then allowed to shave
her legs and told by her mother to shave her now fuzzy mound. As
Tamara was putting on her makeup for school, remaining naked as
she had been told and not having much other choice since her leg
irons had been chained to a newly installed ring in the floor of
the bathroom she wondered what her mother had in mind. The bags
under her eyes reminded her of the punishment she had endured
this past four-day weekend.

"Good, you are finished just in time." Mrs. Tanner said as she
snapped the waistband of the new chastity belt around Tamara's
waist.

"Mom! Please, no." Tamara whined, knowing full well that she was
about to be strapped in for the day. She fleetingly wondered if
she was going to be allowed to go to school.

"No sassing me or I'll put in a bagfull first young lady. Now
stand still." Mrs. Tanner sternly said.

The waist catch was closed and a small lock attached and snapped
shut. Mrs. Tanner unscrewed the labia rings and removed them from
Tamara. Next the hinged bottom piece was brought up and the solid
front was slowly brought up as Tamara's inner labia were fed
through the slots in the unit. She watched in fascination. Then
the front was latched and locked. Next Mrs. Tanner pulled the
labia all the way through the slots and attached a small lock
through both of the holes, effectively locking the labia in place
so they could not be removed.

"How am I supposed to go to the bathroom?" Tamara asked aware
that the answer wasn't going to be to her liking.

"Carefully and messily. It will just ooze out around the device
and you'll have to do the best you can to dry yourself off. Your
alternative will be to go to the school nurse who will have the
key. After you pee she'll lock it back and if I find out you have
ever given her any sort of trouble you will be very sorry
indeed."

"Mom I said I will behave and I mean it."

"That is what you said the last time and you cannot be trusted
anymore." Mrs. Tanner said and screwed the bolt into the back,
entering the threaded hole of the metal butt plug that Tamara
wore. Using a socket wrench she tightened it down.

"Oh God, that is going to hurt when I walk."

"Then you had better learn to walk lady-like." Her mother sternly
said. "You will never be allowed to wear underpants again. And
from now on dresses only for you. No panty hose, only stockings."

"Yes mam." Tamara meekly replied.

"Now get dressed." her mother said and reattached the cable
leading to Tamara's ankle shackle to another ring in the bedroom.

******

Arriving at a long brick building with a sign out front
announcing it as a girl's academy Tamara was surprised that she
wasn't returning to her old school. She begged and pleaded with
her mother and was rewarded by a backhand across the mouth.

Leading Tamara into the building Mrs. Tanner announced herself to
the speaker and the door buzzed. "This is a special school for
girls with disciplinary problems. It is costing a lot of money
and you will do well or face the consequences."

Tamara didn't ask what consequences knowing full well that her
mother had reached the end of her patience with Tamara. She was
led to a waiting room and after a brief wait her and her mother
went into an office.

"Good morning Tamara. My name is Miss Whitman. You have been
brought here by your mother because you cannot seem to adjust to
civilized behavior in normal society. We attempt to correct
discipline problem children such as you and stop your bad habits
before you go to prison for life. If we are successful you will
learn to enjoy your time here." the woman addressed Tamara and
looked at the tears forming in the teenagers eyes.

"Please sign these forms Mrs. Tanner. The first is the punishment
release giving us permission to paddle her on the bare and to
perform other disciplinary actions. Next is the medical release
form should we have to get medical attention for her. Following
that is the judges order that she be kept in restraints at all
times with the permission to detain her should she escape. Last
is the invoice for the first month with the property deposit and
the necessary educational kits. You may leave her keys with me if
you wish."

Mrs. Tanner signed the forms, having already read copies earlier.
Taking a key for Tamara's chastity belt locks out of her purse
she handed it to Miss Whitman. "So do I pick her up on Fridays at
6pm?"

"Yes, earlier if you like. Classes let out at 4pm. Students are
placed in study hall until 6pm. Should you have correctional
problems during the weekend you may leave her longer on Friday
nights and we will begin additional punishment at 6pm and
continue until you pick her up."

Completing the last of the forms Mrs. Tanner handed them back to
Miss Whitman. Turning to Tamara Mrs. Tanner said, "Tamara, I hope
you can straighten up and start behaving correctly. Think about
what you have been doing and what you can do to correct your
behavior and when I pick you up on Friday I expect you to have a
list of things you will do to change your life."

"This way Miss Tanner." Miss Whitman opened the door to the
office which led into a hallway. Tamara quietly followed. She was
led to a classroom around several hallways down from the main
office. The teacher saw Miss Whitman at the door and paused her
class to allow the administrator in.

Unlocking the door, "Good morning Miss Whitman."

"Good morning Miss Allman. This is Miss Tamara Tanner. Here is
her folder." The older woman told the teacher.

"Thank you." after a quick glance at the folder she turned to
Tamara, "Miss Tanner please take the third seat down near the
window."

"Yes mam." Tamara replied realizing that formality would be
necessary in this institution, which didn't appear to have any
room for any fun whatsoever.

"Class this is Miss Tamara Tanner." The teacher announced and
received a round of 'good morning Tamara' from her students.

"Now back to our instruction, Tamara you may just listen until
the break when I will give you your books." The teacher then
proceeded down a list of vocabulary words calling on different
students seeming at random.

Tamara was thinking how lame this was to have vocabulary tests
like some elementary school kids. Listening to the words,
however, brought a different thought to her head as she realized
that words like transmogrification and metastasis where somewhat
difficult words for the average 10th grader. Not having been that
much of an A student, actually more like a D student she realized
that this class was probably more advanced than her old class.

The real shock came for Tamara when a girl named Claire
misspelled the word contumacious. Miss Allman simply told Claire
that she had spelled it incorrectly and called upon another
student as she was rising from her desk. The next student spelled
it correctly. By then Claire had walked to the front of the
class. She then flipped up her thin cotton dress exposing her
bare backside, for she wasn't wearing any underwear, to the class
and bent over the large table at the front of the class.

It was then that Tamara realized that Miss Allman was carrying a
large wooden paddle. She proceeded to give Claire ten whacks on
each cheek, alternating between whacks. Claire had gripped the
far side of the table which had a rounded edge towards the front
and had placed her feet into small holes near the front panel.
She didn't utter a sound but could be heard inhaling rapidly as
the paddling proceeded.

Tamara got very scared. Just for misspelling a word a girl had
just gotten what Tamara would consider a very bad paddling.
Indeed Claire's cheeks were now rosy red as Miss Allman put the
paddle back on a hook on the side of her desk and took her seat.
Claire remained bent over the table. Tamara just stared at
Claire's burning backside and noted that Claire had shaved her
pussy.

Miss Allman proceeded down the list of words calling upon
different students. No one else missed a word. At the end Claire
stood up and flipped down the thin dress and returned to her
seat, very teary eyed.

"Everyone correctly defined all the words today, here is
tomorrow's list." Miss Allman said passing out the list. Out
beside each word was space to write the definition of the word.

Tamara was very surprised to see 30 words on the list. There were
only 10 girls in the class. That meant the odds were that she
would be called upon 3 times tomorrow to spell the words.
Glancing at the list she expected to be paddled. There were very
difficult words on the list.

The bell sounded as she completed the handouts. The students rose
from their seats and filed out of the room. "Not you Miss
Tanner." Tamara stopped and looked at the teacher. "Take your
seat please."

"Now you are a new student so here is a list of the rules.
Looking at your grades I can see we have a lot of work to do with
you. As with new students you will be given the benefit of doubt
until your first exams. Then an appropriate remedial program will
be set out depending upon your ranking. If you have been slacking
off now will be the time to show us what you are really capable
of. You know the obvious behavior violations so I won't waste my
time going over them with you now. You are sixteen years old and
plenty old enough to read and understand written instructions. As
you can see from Claire's demonstration we do not tolerate below
average work here. Here are your books. This is your only
classroom so you won't need a locker. When not in use your books
are to be placed in the storage bin under your desk. Here is your
book bag. We expect it too to be neat and clean. Any questions?"

"No mam."

"Good. Now go to the restroom and remove the makeup, students are
not permitted any makeup or perfume. Deodorant is expected as is
clean shaven underarms, legs and pubis. Dismissed."

Tamara rose quickly and went outside. She asked a student in the
hallway which way the restroom was located under the watchful eye
of a hall monitor. She went and quickly removed her makeup with
toilet paper and washed her face. The waterproof eyeliner did not
come off. Several girls with teary eyes were washing the faces
also. A single bell sounded and all departed for their respective
classes. Retaking her seat in the classroom Tamara heard a second
triple bell sound signaling the start of the next class.

The rest of the morning was much a repeat of the first class.
They covered math and science with short pop quizzes resulting in
several paddlings. At lunch time Tamara followed the crowd to the
cafeteria where they ate tray lunches. Except for the overweight
girls who ate salads only. Fruit juice and fresh fruit were
provided. Gone were Tamara's junk foods and soft drinks of her
old school. This was certainly a different life.

After lunch she was sent to a study hall by a hall monitor. The
study hall was larger and had over 50 girls from what appeared 12
years old up to 18. All were reading books. Four girls in the
back were working on computer aided instruction setups. The study
hall monitor assigned Tamara a seat and gave her a book to read.
It was classical literature. A book report form and pen were
provided.

As a bell announced the end of study hall the students returned
to their classes. Tamara had to ask directions to get back to her
class and arrived just in time as the second bell was still
ringing. Miss Whitman gave her a stern look. The afternoon
consisted of social studies, history and biology. Being immersed
in a new environment Tamara struggled to keep up.

At 4pm the bell rang and Miss Whitman was waiting outside for
Tamara. She was led to the dormitory wing of the building and
shown her new room as other students went outside. A new set of
rules was given to her, dorm rules, and she was issued linens and
uniforms. No underwear, no bra. A belt and pads were issued for
when her period would start.

At 5pm she was shown to the physical education instructor and
given a locker and gym clothes and more instruction sheets.
Tamara's head was spinning from all the rules she knew she would
have to learn. After watching many girls get paddlings today she
knew that she soon would be too. There was just no way she was
going to be able to remember all of the strict rules here.

The six o'clock hour was for supper in a different cafeteria that
was more like a restaurant. Tables for four had replaced the row
tables of the school cafeteria. At seven arriving at her
two-person room and meeting her new roommate, Rebecca, Tamara sat
in one of the chairs. A knock at the door and the dorm monitor
matron entered. She was carrying an enema bag.

"Ok Tamara, time for your evening enema. Off with your clothes."

"Here?" the young girl snapped.

"Yes here. Rebecca you will watch and tomorrow you will give
Tamara her enema." the matron went into the bathroom. Rebecca
followed and watched the bag being prepared.

Tamara slowly started undressing realizing that there was no
escape. If she were to run away the police would just catch her
eventually and she would be punished at home and then returned to
the school. Might as well get the enema over with. "Tomorrow I
will come unlock her and you will give her the bag. When she is
finished emptying out she is to shower. Buzz me when she is done
and I'll come lock her back up." the matron instructed Becky as
Tamara entered the large tiled bathroom, totally naked except for
the chastity belt she wore.

"Why does she have that on?" Rebecca asked.

"Because she cannot be trusted and has been caught many times
having sex with boys. Be careful since there aren't any boys here
she may decide to try and have sex with you and you know what the
consequences of that are."

"Yes mam." Becky answered, watching the matron unbolt the butt
plug that Tamara had now forgotten about and unlock the three
padlocks securing the belt to her bottom.

Tamara gasped as the matron pulled the plug out quickly. "I'll
bring some grease for this when I come back. You'll need to
grease her up before putting it back in. I've seen this style
before and you have to put the butt plug in first and then attach
the belt. Then the plug is bolted to the belt with this bolt
using that wrench. Give her the full bag all at once with a
half-cup of the powder. Make it warm but not so hot that you
can't keep your hand in it. Let me know if she can't hold that
tip and I'll get a bigger one."

"Yes mam." Becky answered again.

"Becky, because of your good behavior and your new
responsibilities for Tamara you are being upgraded from full
lockdown to paired restriction. Since you are senior you will get
the bracelet. Tamara, bend over and grab your ankles." the matron
said. When Tamara had bent over the matron spread her cheeks with
one hand and greased her asshole with the other. Then the 1 1/4"
enema tip was inserted during which Tamara inhaled deeply as it
entered. Even having been plugged all day she knew what was
coming next. The click of the stopcock signaled the start of the
flow of the mild soap and herbal solution. The standard 2 quart
red bag was hanging high on a hook and it quickly filled Tamara's
midsection. Having been thoroughly cleaned out many times during
the holiday weekend she took the whole bag without a whimper.

"Good girl, I see that you are used to a full enema. I'll bet
you'll enjoy getting into trouble." the matron then shut off the
clamp.

"She needs to hold it for at least a minute before you remove
it."

"Yes mam." Becky answered.

"Buzz me when she has finished her shower." the matron said and
left, Tamara still bent over with the tube in her ass.

As the door shut and locked Becky spoke, "Sorry about this but
you must have been really bad. We have to do as instructed here."

Tamara started to stand up. Becky pushed her back down, "not
yet."

Tamara stood up anyway, "Look you're not the warden." She then
took the hose out of her butt and sat on the toilet.

"Tamara please believe me when I tell you that I don't want to
hurt you but I have to follow orders or I will be punished. They
put you in here with me since I too get into trouble all the
time. All the girls in this facility are just one step away from
prison."

"Yeah, what did you do -- steal a teddy bear?" Tamara asked
sarcastically of the young Rebecca. In Tamara's estimation Becky
couldn't have been more than 14 years old and was a very skinny
little black girl with no boobs.

"I was selling coke. Third time I got busted I was strung out and
had two ounces on me. I got sent here. It was either this or
prison. My dad worked out some deal with the judge."

"What I wouldn't give for a toke right now." Tamara said as her
asshole opened up spewing water into the toilet.

"Forget it. There isn't any here. And forget about smoking
anything. You bring something in and get busted and you will be
sorry for weeks. They don't just spank you and quit, they keep on
and on and on. The full lockdown she was talking about is because
I got caught with a lighter in my pocket. A lighter for godsakes,
no dope, no cigarettes, just a lighter. I haven't been allowed
out of my room in two months for that. And my dad didn't pick me
up for weeks afterwards."

"So you got the weekend punishment they told my mother about?"

"Yes and it was horrible."

"Tell me about it." Tamara said.

"I can't. It is private and you are not allowed to talk about it.
It is different for every girl. How long until you finish?"

"Buzz off."

"Tamara, we have to become friends. I don't want to start off
like this. I'll be in the other room. Let me know when you are
done with your shower."

Tamara finished emptying her bowels and then wiped carefully on
her still sore butt. She stood up and then brushed her teeth. She
quickly had to stop and let out some more water however. Finally
after finishing her teeth she showered and shaved her legs,
underarms and mons. As she stepped out of the shower Rebecca was
standing there greasing up the butt plug.

"You're not putting that back in me!" Tamara snapped.

"Would you prefer the monitor to do it?" Rebecca snapped back.

Tamara frowned and finished drying off. Becky stood patiently and
waited. She blocked the doorway so Tamara couldn't leave.

"What?" Tamara growled.

"Bend over." Becky ordered.

"Fuck off." Tamara snapped and pushed Becky out of the way. She
then went into the bedroom and ran full body into the monitor who
simply spun her around and twisted Tamara's arm behind her back.

"I figured you would give Rebecca a hard time. From now on when
no one else is around she is your mistress. You will do what she
tells you when she tells you and not give her any difficulties.
Do you understand me?"

"Fuck off."

"That will cost you fifty." The monitor said and wrestled Tamara
to the floor. She then doubled the sixteen-year-old over her knee
and exposed her butt.

"Put it in." she ordered Rebecca.

Tamara struggled and tried to get free but couldn't. She then
clenched her butt cheeks when she felt Rebecca touching her. The
monitor grabbed a hand full of each cheek and pried them apart.
Rebecca got the dildo butt stretcher aimed but couldn't get it
started because Tamara wouldn't relax.

"Ram it in."

"That will hurt." Becky said.

"That's the idea. If she won't relax and accept it then she'll
get it the hard way. Now ram it in."

Rebecca pushed very hard and suddenly the butt plug slid in past
Tamara's clenched sphincter. The pain caused Tamara to let out a
scream.

"From now on you'll remain quiet as stated in the rules. That
will be another twenty." the monitor said.

Rebecca retrieved the chastity belt and attached around the
struggling Tamara. She then locked it and got the bolt. Tamara
had figured out that if she was wiggling the bolthole wouldn't
line up.

"Quit wiggling." the matron ordered.

"You fucking bitch!" Tamara screamed.

"That'll cost you another fifty plus a bagfull in the morning."

Thankfully Rebecca was able to line up the hole in the belt with
that of the plug and got the bolt started. She ran it in part of
the way and then used the wrench to tighten it up. When she was
done the matron dragged Tamara to the bed and pressed the call
button.

"Blue." the desk answered.

"Maggie here, I need a full set of shackles in 32."

"Be right there." the disembodied voice said and the circuit
clicked dead. Minutes later the door opened and two more matrons
attached full ankle, wrist and neck shackles to Tamara and bolted
them on. The struggling Tamara was then hooked to rings on the
cinder block wall of the dorm room in a standing spread eagle
position and whipped with a small but effective whip. Rebecca
stood and watched.

One matron took Rebecca's left arm and bolted on a bracelet with
a hoop on it. The other matron attached a chain to the collar of
Tamara and then using a lock attached it to Rebecca's wrist
shackle. The two additional matrons then departed.

The first one remained. "I'm going to have to get you up earlier
than normal since Miss Tanner isn't in your class. You'll get
ready in the morning by 7am and then escort Miss Tanner, dressed,
to class where you will be released. At 4pm you will pick her up
and she will remain with you from then on until the next morning.
She will keep these shackles on for the next two months or until
she grows up, which ever comes last. I'll be right back."

The matron stepped out and Tamara could only cry, her ass afire
from the whipping. The matron soon returned with a small two-foot
long quirt. It had a rigid fiberglass center with leather
coverings and a flick tab at the end. "Rebecca bend over. "

Rebecca complied, raising her dress up to provide the matron full
access to her ass. The matron quickly flicked the quirt on each
cheek quiet hard. Becky inhaled sharply at the sting.

"Ok now stand up. You'll give her twenty on each cheek every
night before bed. Goodnight." the matron said and then left and
locked the door.

Rebecca unhooked the sobbing Tamara from the wall hoops and led
her to the bathroom where Becky relieved herself, brushed her
teeth and showered. Tamara stood patiently and waited.

The next three hours were spent doing homework and studying.
Tamara unable to concentrate on her word list and other studies.
The two girls silently then went to bed, the chain tinkling as
they settled into their bunk beds.

"Becky, I'm sorry."

"I know Tammy, I know."

******

In the morning Becky rose and brushed her teeth and then watched
as Tamara did so also. She then buzzed the matrons who came and
unhooked the chain so the two girls could get dressed. The chain
reattached Rebecca led Tamara to the classroom.

At the classroom a hall monitor unhooked Rebecca and sent her on
her way. As expected Tamara missed the very first word she was
called upon to spell. She silently sulked up to the front of the
room. Slowly she pulled her dress up over he hips and laid across
the table to receive her paddling. All in the class ooohed at the
sight of Tamara's bruised butt and chastity belt.

Tamara, embarrassed as she had never been before, didn't realize
that the teacher had switched to a multi-tailed whip instead of
the paddle. The first crack on her ass made her scream out loud.

"Well I can hear that someone didn't read the rule book. Good
enough, we finish these and then start over." Miss Allman then
proceeded to give Tamara ten strokes on each cheek before pausing
briefly. As stroke twenty one fell Tamara let out another cry. At
stroke thirty she jumped up and bolted for the door.

Miss Allman quickly went to her desk phone and called in the
truant teenager. An announcement could be heard in the hallway.
Tamara, running from one place to another finally hid in the
restroom. Her butt was on fire but she managed to calm herself by
the time one of the guards extended the search to the restroom.
Tamara, standing on the seat and squatting down attempted to hide
in a stall with a partially closed door. The guard, expecting
this let the door close as if she had left and stood and waited.
A few minutes later she was rewarded by watching Tamara peek out
of the stall.

"Are we having a nice stroll?" The guard said. Tamara tried to
run for the door but didn't make it -- stopped by the electric
zapper that the guard carried.

Curled up in a ball on the floor, unable to move, it was a simple
task for the guard to attach chains to Tamara's already mounted
shackles. The guard then dragged Tamara down the hallway to the
administrative wing of the school.

Upon arrival in discipline room 2 the guard was met by another
guard. Tamara's dress was removed and she was secured, face down
on a table. Struggle as she might she was fixed to the table,
much like the punishment bench at home.

"Well I see it didn't take you long." Miss Whitman said as she
entered the room. "Your mother told me you have a problem with
listening and doing as you are told. I am now going to give you
some reminders that you need to adhere to the rules of this
school."

"Fuck you!"

A ball gag quickly inserted quieted the teenager. "Now that I
have your silence we shall see who gets fucked." Miss Whitman
said. She unbolted the chastity belt from the butt plug and
unlocked the belt and then removed the plug from Tamara's ass. A
dilator plug was inserted and an arm from underneath the table
raised to hold the dilator in place. Miss Whitman pushed the plug
in further which made Tamara wriggle and hunch up trying to get
away from the ass stretcher.

A four quart enema bag bulging full was hung and four hot, soapy
quarts of water entered Tamara's intestines. Unable to escape the
large dildo/plug and unable to move she could only lie there and
wait to be full.

An hour later Miss Whitman reentered the room and unplugged
Tamara. The large enema dribbled out, Tamara now too tired to
push. She was awakened as the stinging water hit her in the ass
at high pressure, Miss Whitman washing her off. Miss Whitman then
changed the nozzles on the water hose and gave Tamara a hose
enema. It went in quickly and hurt badly. Just as quickly Miss
Whitman went elsewhere, leaving Tamara to drain alone in the
cold, brightly lit room.

Tamara was rudely awakened by Miss Whitman paddling her with a
large heavy paddle. After a hundred strokes on each cheek with
Tamara screaming into the gag as hard as she could Miss Whitman
proceeded to lash the girls feet with a small whip. Tamara didn't
think it would get much worse but it did as soon her thighs were
on fire from the whip.

Then Tamara felt something cold and slippery being snaked into
her ass. As it wiggled around inside she figured out it was a
colonoscope. Without the benefit of valium it was quiet
uncomfortable for the teenager as the headmistress wiggled it as
much as possible. Soon fully embedded with the instrument Tamara
felt Miss Whitman pumping even more air into her bloated colon.
So much air was put in that it started to escape Tamara's
asshole.

"Now you should be feeling full young lady." Miss Whitman said.
She was right as Tamara experience a new level of pain at all the
air trapped inside and the constantly wiggling of the
colonoscope. The headmistress quit wiggling for a while and
suddenly Tamara felt burning pain as lineament was applied to her
various whip cuts. The acetone burning very badly as it
penetrated.

The colonoscope was wiggled for another twenty minutes and then
withdrawn. Miss Whitman then greased Tamara up very good in the
ass and in the young girls vagina with mentholatum. The burning
pain causing spasms in the girls body as she tried to get away
from it.

After lying there the burning started to subside. The large tip
once again invaded Tamara's ass. "Your mother told me about the
meal enema and I thought I would try it on you." Miss Whitman
said, injecting Tamara with a juice laden bag full. After the
four quart bag had emptied inside she closed the valve, turned
off the light and left.

Tamara lay there in the dark, her ass full of who knew what
liquid. Whipped and strapped to the table unable to move she
could only think about what she would do if they ever stopped.
Sleeping in fitful, short naps during the night each time she
awoke she still felt the fullness of the enema and was unable to
move. Simple things such as a small itch, unscratched, would
become quiet annoying. She peed several times during the night as
the liquid was first absorbed by her colon and then removed by
her kidneys. She could smell the urine each time.

Whatever time it was, Tamara suspected morning, Miss Whitman
returned and refilled the bag. Still unemptied from the night
before Tamara cried silently as she filled again, now holding
nearly 6 quarts inside. She started burping up a wretched carrot
tasting liquid. The ball gag, being full of holes allowed it to
escape.

"Well now, guess you are full." Miss Whitman said and shut off
the valve. She then applied the whip to Tamara again and left.

The cycle repeated several times until finally Tamara felt
herself being untied from the table and lifted up. She was too
weak to get up herself and much to stiff to move. The two guards
led her to a shower and used a high-pressure hose to wash her
down as she hung from her wrist shackles.

When she was done they set her in a chair which had a dildo
protruding from it. Already greased it slipped into her stretched
asshole easily and she was embedded on it. Her hands were
attached via the shackles to the back of the chair. Hours later
she was taken, still attached to the chair back to her room.
There she sat until Rebecca arrived that evening. The hall
monitor removed the locks and left Tamara slumped over in the
chair.

Rebecca then helped Tamara off of the chair dildo and onto the
bed. She then greased the butt plug and reattached Tamara's
chastity belt which had been dropped off by a hall monitor. "You
sure did piss Miss Allman off this time."

"I guess running wasn't such a good idea."

"Not here dearie. Come on, time to get cleaned up and ready to
go."

"Go where?"

"Home stupid." Becky answered.

"What do you mean?"

"It is Friday. It is 5:30. If you aren't ready to go by 6:00 when
your mom comes to pick you up you may well get stuck here all
weekend."

"Friday?"

"Yes stupid."

"Don't call me stupid." Tamara mumbled.

"Well you are. This place is one step away from prison and if you
don't quit doing stupid shit stuff that is your next stop. Next
time you fuck up and can't answer your question at least lie
there and take your spanking like a lady. Learn to keep your
mouth shut and do as you are told." Rebecca said.

"Fuck you."

Rebecca pushed the call button. It was answered immediately.

"May I please have permission to hit Miss Tanner?"

"Yes." and the speaker clicked off.

Rebecca gave Tamara a full round house hammerhead punch to the
face with both fists. Tamara was knocked clear off of the bed and
onto the floor.

"You stupid fucking bitch! You will start doing what I tell you
and quit sassing me. Because of you I had to stay locked in all
week while you were having your ass washed. Not only that but I
got an extra fifty whacks a night because I didn't teach you the
rules. The next time you fuck up I'm going to beat the shit out
of you and wipe the floor with you. I may be small but I can
certainly kick your ass. And while we are on the subject you will
start addressing me with a yes mam or a no mam and the next time
I hear you telling me to fuck off I'm going to punch your lights
out. Do you understand me!" the small young girl vented her fury.

"Fuck you."

Rebecca then went into the bathroom and returned with a large
wooden bath brush and proceeded to beat some sense into the
stupid girl. She stopped, looking at the clock and it was 5:45.
"Get dressed now you stupid bitch or I'm going to finish the
job!"

Tamara crawled back to her bed and pulled on her dress and put on
sandals. Too beaten to fight back she barely had the second
sandal on when the hall monitor showed up.

"Ok you two, your mothers are here." she said and handed Rebecca
the leash. Rebecca wiped her brow and attached the leash to
Tamara's collar and then to her wristlet and presented it to the
monitor for locking.

"What happened to her?" the monitor asked.

"She fell." Rebecca said wiping her other brow.

******

Mrs. Tanner was shocked at Tamara's appearance. She didn't say
anything, having been informed by Miss Whitman.

"Come along Tamara." Mrs. Tanner said leading the girl by the
leash. The ride home was a quiet one.

Once home Mrs. Tanner took Tamara to her room and chained the
girl to the ring in the bedroom with sufficient chain to reach
the bathroom.

At seven Mrs. Tanner got the girl and brought her down for
supper. After feeding her, Mrs. Tanner took the teenager back to
her room and gave her an enema.

"Mom, she looks bad." Steve commented.

"Are you sure this school is the right thing?" Beth asked.

"I hope so. So far, however, she hasn't sassed me once."

"She doesn't look like she has the strength." Steve said.

"Well the school said that she had been in continuous punishment
for attempted escape for 3 days. Then her roommate beat her up
since the roommates are paired up and both receive discipline for
infractions of the rules. I saw the roommate, a skinny little
black girl that doesn't look a day over 13." Mrs. Tanner said.

"I'm going to go up and talk to her." Beth said.

******

"Hi." Beth said entering her little sister's room.

The sulking Tamara just looked up briefly.

"Well I see that you still haven't learned to follow rules. You
had better learn soon. From the looks of it you won't last in
prison."

"What the hell did I do to deserve this?" Tamara said lifting the
chain up. "Sex and dope."

"Like you didn't fuck around either. And there is no way that mom
can say she was a virgin when she got married either."

"She wasn't. And yes I fucked around and got caught and punished
a few times. Got busted smoking pot too. But you don't seem to
learn your lesson. After I got busted smoking I quit. Haven't
touched it since. And although I have a boyfriend now, when I was
16 like you and got busted I was real careful to not get caught
and that usually meant not getting to have sex very often. I knew
once I moved out of the house and went to college there would be
plenty of time for that. Sure enough there was. College is great,
no mom breathing down my neck every time I bring a guy home. I
can stay out all night if I want too. However as I have gotten
older I've also realized there is a price to pay for that too.
Many times I've blown exams from being hung over so I've cut back
my drinking to weekends only now. And after missing a few periods
and having had one abortion I realized I've got to be careful
with sex too. I'm not ready to have kids yet and you sure
aren't."

"So what, you're saying that if I don't have sex and don't do any
drugs that when I turn 18 I can do all I want?"

"More or less. However you have already pushed everyone too far,
including the law. Next time you get arrested it is off to prison
for you."

"Might as well be now. I stay locked up day and night and they
beat us and starve us in that damned school."

"Better than prison. At least when you start behaving you'll get
out. In prison it is one way. You go in but you don't come out.
That school is but a small taste of it.
At least you get to come home on weekends now, if you get put in
prison you won't. Did you take your shower?"

"Yes."

"Good." Beth said and got the dildo plug and greased it.

Tamara decided it was best not to fight it and lay down on the
bed and spread her cheeks. Her sister worked the plug in easily,
Tamara's asshole now getting used to the plug. The belt was
attached and then locked on and the plug bolted in place.

"See that wasn't so bad. You didn't fight me. You should try that
at school and I'll bet they don't give you so much punishment."

"They whip me for misspelling words. Twenty whacks for each
word."

"Guess you had better study then. And your roommate sure seems
perturbed with you. What did you do to her?"

"She got whipped every night I was in solitary."

"Not good. Guess you had better stay out of solitary."

"I wish I could but they make it so difficult."

"From what I heard you tried to run away." Beth said.

"What was I supposed to do, just lie there and let the damned
teacher beat the hell out of my ass?"

"Would have been better than what you got for attempted escape."

"Maybe. But every time you scream during an academic whipping
they just start over."

"Don't scream then. Look little sister, you've been a real
problem for mom, our brother, me and everyone else. You've
reached the end of the road and everyone is tired of putting up
with it. Now you are going to find things twice as tough so if
you want to have any hope of getting out of the mess you are in
then you had better play by the rules." Beth said and snapped the
lock on the ankle chain.

******

Monday morning found Tamara across Miss Allman's punishment table
getting forty whacks with a whip for misspelling. Tamara bit her
tongue until it bled to keep from screaming at the pain of it.
Making it through she sat gingerly down as they class proceeded
through the rest of the day. Having at least studied the math
lesson for the weekend she correctly answered that as Miss Allman
called upon her.

That evening after the last class the hall matrons reattached her
collar to Rebecca's wrist manacles. Rebecca led her new slave to
the cafeteria to eat supper. Quiet and without a word Tamara did
as she was told, cleaning her plate as told to by Rebecca. Upon
arrival at their room the hall guard was called and the chastity
belt was unlocked.

As Rebecca was unbolting the butt plug she spoke, "You have done
real well today. I'm sorry about last week but I had had all I
could take of you."

"I'm sorry mistress and I will do better this week, I promise."
Tamara said trying to make sure she showed some humility. Not
that she couldn't take Rebecca in a fair fight she knew full well
if she won the guards would beat her senseless. Better to let
Rebecca rule.

"Good. I'm glad to see you are finally beginning to get the idea
that this is the last stop before prison. I didn't tell you but
I've spent 60 days in the slam before and it wasn't pleasant.
I've screwed up since then but I don't intend to end up there
again. I was beaten and broom fucked in the big house. Being a
nice, sweet little girl isn't an advantage in there. I most
certainly do NOT like to eat smelly dyke cunt." she said as she
prepared the enema bag.

Tamara bent over and grabbed her ankles and waited as Rebecca
greased her asshole. The tip slid in easily even though it was
over an inch wide. When the bag was empty Rebecca put it into the
sink and said, "You can start washing it up when you finish."

"Yes mistress." Tamara politely answered.

"My o' my what has got into you. So respectful this week."
Rebecca took the wooden bath brush and gave Tamara twenty hard
whacks while Tamara remained folded over holding the three-quart
enema.

"Thank you mistress." Tamara said, fighting back the tears.

"You're welcome twat." Rebecca rehung the bath brush. She then
reached under and twiddled Tamara's clit which produced and
almost immediate orgasm. "You're sure hot tonight. Now empty
yourself."

"Yes mistress."

After showering Rebecca plugged Tamara up and shackled her to the
bed. Then Rebecca showered and came back in the room and forced
Tamara to service her.

******

The next morning the guard came in and unbolted Tamara's butt
plug from the chastity belt. She noticed the content smile on
Rebecca's face.

"So she must be behaving now."

"Yes mam." Rebecca said.