KEEL SCHOOL By Tommy Part 2 "Beverly!" SLAP....SLAP! "Samantha!" SLAP....SLAP! "Nicole!" SLAP....SLAP! "Okay sit down! You will write out the words you got wrong ten times, and I will test you tomorrow." Jeffrey Lacosse put the small paddle back on his desk and turned to David. "We have a spelling test every day. Only ten words. Any girl getting more than two wrong gets a little..er..reminder." He grinned. David nodded and looked at the rows of young girls sitting behind small wooden desks. From the list on Jeffrey's desk, he saw that fourteen were in the second year, so about ten or eleven years old. Two of the girls were obviously older, their breasts well outlined beneath the thin blouses. Jeffrey saw David's finger run down the list. "Yes, Nicole and Helen are both fifteen. Nicole's got quite severe dyslexia and Helen has learning prolems, so we decided to keep them with the younger girls. They feel more comfortable here." The three girls punished were gazing at David shyly. Nicole blushed and David winked at her. He understood. Poor girls had just had their bare bottoms paddled in front of a stranger! Well, they'd soon get to know him! "I noticed that you didn't exactly lay it on hard" he said. "Yes, I guess it's just a little warning" replied Jeffrey quietly. "Any real punishments I prefer to wait till after school. Besides," He nodded at Nicole. "Due to her dyslexia, she rarely gets more than four words right. Normally I wouldn't dream of punishing a dyslexic student, but quite frankly, she'd be very unhappy if I treated her differently to the others. Don't worry though. The two slaps I gave her were just light taps. She barely felt them." He laughed. "After a few months here, most of the girls get used to corporal punishment. Nicole can easily take six hard strokes of the cane without crying!" David nodded politely and watched Jeffrey continue the lesson, first discussing a short poem they'd read the previous day and dictating another one. A few feet away he saw Melanie, watching the teacher talk and occasionally glancing at him. How he'd slept last night! It had been the girl who'd woken him, already dressed and with a fresh and well-ironed blouse, busy placing some breakfast things on the table in the next room. The smell of coffee and toast had been mouth-watering. He hadn't mentioned the events of the previous evening. He really had to have a few words with Bill first. Just what and wasn't allowed in this place? The clock on the wall said ten thirty and he looked at the paper in his hand. "Right Melanie, it says here that I have to visit the gym. Year eight. I suppose that's the final year, hmm? Ready?" The girl nodded. "Yes sir." He excused himself and followed the girl out of the classroom and along a corridor to the school gymnasium. For a few seconds he could scarcely believe his eyes. The place seemed suddenly very hot! A line of twelve naked girls were standing at one end, each waiting their turn to run and jump over a large leather vaulting horse set in the middle. He judged them to be around sixteen years old and recognised a few of them that had helped at dinner. Next to the horse stood Tim, one of the teachers he'd met the previous evening. David saw a short black strap in his hand which he was tapping against his leg. Tim saw him and waved. "Jane, quickly! Come on! Good! Tracy! You next. Higher girl! Two forward rolls when you land! Next!" A nervous looking girl with straight black hair ran hesitantly towards the horse and landed on top. She looked down at Tim who laughed and shook his head. "No Tina, not like that! Off you come!" The girl looked across at David and blushed. She jumped down off the horse. "Sorry sir." Suddenly she bent over without being told and touched her toes. Tim raised his strap and brought it down hard across her bottom. The sharp crack echoed around the room. "Owwww!" Tina stood up and ran to the back of the line. To David's surprise she was grinning and Tim looked at her and laughed. He wiped his brow. The girls clearly took it all in their stride. Having set the girls to sorting out a tangled collection of skipping ropes, Tim took David to the far wall and they sat on a bench. "Surprised?" he asked. "Er, at what?" "The fact they're all nude for PE, of course!" Tim chuckled. "You'll get used to it though. Honestly Dave, it makes everything a lot easier, believe me." He pointed out of the window. "There are some courts over there for tennis, netball and so on, and a swimming pool round the corner." They looked at the girls skipping. David felt slight headed. At sixteen years of age, most of the girls had well developed breasts and with the girls bouncing up and down, they made for a most interesting sight! Tim laughed. "So, did Bill give you plenty of advice last night?" he asked, grinning. "Er, well not too much exactly." David felt himself blushing. "There's still a lot I have to learn." "Oh yes, I'm sure there is." Tim looked at Melanie standing about ten feet away, then smiled. "So, did she...er....help you relax last night?" David froze. "Sorry?" "Did she service you?" The look on his face made Tim laugh. "Oh just chill, David! It's perfectly okay!" He shook his head. "Old Keel could have explained everything at the beginning but he's a careful old bird." He lowered his voice. "Did she service you?" David nodded. "Yeah." Oh shit! What had he done? Now what? "Good! Well, since you've gotten that far, I may as well explain the rules." "Rules?" Tim nodded. "Hey, they have their tingle time don't they? Why should we be deprived?" He laughed. "Okay Dave, the fact is that every single girl is available for servicing us and they even see it as a sort of privilege." David's eyes grew wider and Tim shrugged. "No, really! You can choose any girl you like, whenever you like. There's one thing you can't do though, and that's vaginal penetration. Keel makes sure that every girl arrives and leaves 'virgo intacta'! Something to do with the laws and the customs around here. Apparently, in the Caribbean, as long as sexual contact with minors involves no violence and preserves the girl's virginity, then the authorities turn a blind eye. Overstep the mark and all hell breaks loose!" David stared at Tim as if dazed. Had he really heard correctly? "The ironic thing is that it's usually the girls who try to break the rules, not the staff!" continued Tim. "Once they reach fourteen, their hormones seem to go crazy, so be on your guard! They know very well that any attempt to get a teacher to have full sex with them will result in them being severely punished or even expelled." "So...so..." David took a deep breath. "So 'servicing' means ...er..only hands or mouth..or..?" Tim nodded. "Not exactly." He laughed. "Anal sex as well. I'm not so keen on it myself, but lots of the others love it! Bill for instance." David stared at him. "You .... You mean it's okay to have anal sex with...with all of them? But, but..." "Obviously you use your common sense" said Tim, scratching his nose. "Especially if it's their first time. But no girl is allowed to refuse. That's the rule!" Tim looked at the time and blew his whistle. "Better get this lot to the showers. It's break time. Do you want to come and watch or..." He grinned. "Thanks, but I have to go and see another class after break. I just want to check something with Melanie." Tim nodded and herded the naked girls out of the gym. Melanie trotted obediently after David and they returned to his room. "So after break, we're supposed to visit Mr Delphin, Mr Brent and Miss Hargreaves" he said, reading his list. "Okay?" "Yes sir." Melanie looked at the fridge. "Please sir, may I have a drink of water please?" "Oh course you can" replied David in surprise. "No need to ask permission for that Melanie. Don't be silly!" He walked to the bedroom, the young girl following him with a glass of water. Putting the list on the table, he sat on the bed, watching as Melanie drained the glass and wiped her mouth." "Better now?" "Yes sir. Thank you." She ran to put the glass back and returned in a few seconds. "Melanie!" "Yes sir?" "How long is break usually?" "Twenty minutes sir." David smiled and licked his lips. "Good. Time for a quick inspection, hmm?" The look of alarm in Melanie's eyes lasted a split second. "I...yes sir." She stood between his legs and swallowed nervously while he checked her hair and ears. So soon? Would he...would he test her again? She'd failed her test yesterday but he'd been kind. Hadn't reported her to Miss Keel. Please... not again! David smiled and undid the buttons on her blouse. "Skirt and sandals off please!" She obeyed quickly, conscious of a slight edge in his voice. David felt her tension and understood. She was clearly proud of her status both as the youngest prefect and now as the personal maid to a new teacher. Well, perhaps she needed bringing down to earth a little! "Oh yes, as clean and nice-smelling as ever" he said kindly, checking her armpits. He ran his finger down her front, deliberately avoiding her small breasts. He remembered what Bill had said about her nipples and didn't want to give her any hint about what he had in mind. "Okay, now your bottom. Quickly!" He detected a slight hesitation, but was soon gazing at her beautiful soft buttocks, her legs open just far enough to show her cute pussy nestled beneath. David whistled softly and ran the back of his hand over her bottom. He looked down and saw her hair brushing the ground as she touched her toes. "Actually Melanie, I'd prefer you to grip your ankles please." The nervous girl obeyed, glancing up at him for a second and blushing slightly. "Head down more please, Melanie!" He was playing with her. Melanie bit her lip, her cheeks growing redder. She was an obedient girl and was used to being inspected regularly, but... She felt the man's hand brush the inside of her thigh and flinched. After all, she was a prefect and had been chosen to welcome him to the school. Shouldn't he treat her a bit differently from the other girls? David saw her face and grinned. He parted her buttocks and ran his finger over her anus, enjoying the way she shivered. "So tell me Melanie, how many times do you wash this?" he asked, prodding it harder. A brief silence. "Er..in the morning sir, the evening and...and every time I use the... the toilet sir." She suddenly became, conscious of a familiar sensation inside her bottom. Why did the man have to do this? She was clean. She always was! He should only need a second, surely! "Is this a general rule for all the girls?" "Yes sir." David's eyes glinted. Not a sadistic person by nature, nonetheless he was enjoying himself. "I suppose, Melanie, that being a prefect, you're expected to set an example to the other girls. Is that right?" He continued teasing her small anus, fascinated by the way it contracted and relaxed all the time. "Er...I...I mean, yes sir." Hmm, good. Well Melanie, I think that later on, you can show me exactly how you keep it so clean. Understood?" "Er..I...I..Yes sir." Melanie's face was burning with embarrassment. "Good girl." David fell silent and for another thirty seconds continued running his finger lightly between the girl's buttocks, knowing full well the effect it was having. "Right, on the bed" he said sharply. He tapped the pillow. "Same as yesterday. Come on!" He watched the young girl jump up next to him and lie back, adopting the same embarrassing position as the day before. "Let's just get these underneath and..." He slid two pillows under her hips. "Pull those legs back more. More Melanie!" He glanced at her face and for a second, felt sorry for the girl. But what the hell! "Wait, I'll just turn this pillow round and....Oh yes, that's better. He nodded slowly, pursing his lips to stop himself from grinning. Oh shit, this was fun! "Melanie, I want those legs further apart! As wide open as possible. Come on!" He was taking his time, enjoying every second. Melanie swallowed and flinched as she felt the man's hand glide over her private part. "Okay Melanie, this is the position I'd like you in when I inspect your peepee, understand?" He patted her plump little pussy gently and ran his finger down the centre. "Legs kept well apart and pulled right back, bottom lifted slightly off the bed and your peepee horizontal ready for inspection." Melanie gripped her legs tighter and tried not to think about what the man's hand was doing. She felt a finger edging closer to the little button. Please.... "From now on, I expect you to adopt this position each time without me reminding you. I think that you probably don't need the pillows to help you either, so next time we'll try without them." David shifted slightly as his cock strained uncomfortably against his trousers. Oh fuck, what a beautiful sight! "You're a prefect so I expect you to show more self-control than the other girls!" He slid his forefinger deeper inside her pussy and ran it gently over her small red vagina and up to the little clitoris peeping at him cheekily. Turning his hand slightly he was able to slide his small finger down to her anus. Melanie gasped and David nodded. "Self-control Melanie!" He started flicking her clitoris back and forth. The girl closed her eyes, her embarrassment forgotten as she sought to control the tingling sensation starting somewhere deep between her legs. Please...! So nice, but she had to show the new man how good she was! She was a prefect! Had to.... The man's finger slid half an inch inside her hot little anus and she bit her lip. Oh please...! David grinned. The girl was trying so hard. Should he stop now or....? She'd be so proud! Oh, what the hell? What had Bill told him? He reached down with his other hand and started rolling her right nipple very gently between his thumb and forefinger. The effect was electric! Melanie squealed and her mouth opened wide as her whole body tensed. "Ooooooo! Nooooo..please! I.... Oooooo!" The intensity of the tingling seemed to increase ten times and she felt herself about to..about to... David stopped what he was doing and placed the palm of his hand just above her hot glistening pussy. "Melanie, would you mind telling me what on earth is going on?" he asked, angrily. "Your peepee is soaking wet! How dare you, you dirty little girl!" She gazed up at him, her mind reeling. So close! Two more seconds and she would have had her 'tingle time'. She came back down to earth with a bump and looked at the man in terror. Oh no, please...! David forced himself to keep a straight face. He ran his finger over her glistening pussy and tapped it lightly. So wet! "You have failed Melanie. The second time!" He stood up and pulled the terror stricken little girl off the bed by her arm. "Get in that shower immediately!" Melanie ran to the bathroom, head in her hands, sobbing loudly. This was surely the end! There was no way he'd excuse her again. She'd let the school down. Mr Keel would strip her of her status as prefect and most likely use one of the senior canes on her that he usually reserved for older girls. Then the shame of being paraded in front of the school at assembly, her legs held apart and Miss Keel .... Miss Keel whipping her peepee till she begged and screamed for mercy! "That's long enough!" called David. "Dry yourself and come here!" David looked at the naked little girl before him, wringing her hands in front of her, face screwed up, shoulders heaving as she sobbed, tears dropping like a waterfall. He had a lump in his throat. Perhaps he'd been too cruel with her? The poor kid was absolutely broken, almost hysterical. A smile formed on his lips. Should he report her to Keel? But...? No! The thought of seeing her pussy whipped was certainly exciting, but... He drew the girl to him and hugged her gently, stroking her back and running his hand over her bottom. "Sshh, hey, that's enough" he said softly. Melanie felt the man stroke her hair and then kiss her. She buried her face in his chest and wept. It was no good begging. She was finished and she knew it! Why was he hugging her? He should be telling her to get dressed, to go with him downstairs, to Mr Keel's office, to.... "Okay, come on, calm down!" whispered David. He looked down at the wet patch her tears had made on his shirt. "Okay Melanie, stop the tears now. There's no need for them." "I'm so sorry sir" blubbed the red faced girl. She looked up for a second through bloodshot eyes. "So sorry! I tried sir, but..oh please, I...." David sighed and waited for her to stop crying. A loud sniff made him grin. He looked at his watch and shook his head. "Look Melanie, we're already late! I know you're ashamed of what you've done and now you're scared of what will happen to you." Melanie bit her lip and looked like bursting into tears again. "But I've had a think about what to do with you, and I'm not going to report you to Mr Keel!" She blinked and looked at him, her mouth open. What... "Yes, it's the second time, and in theory I should tell your Headmaster, but I'm wondering if perhaps I should deal with all this myself." He paused and kissed her nose. So salty! "If I decide to do this, you'll be under my strict supervision at all times. Everything I tell you to do, you do it immediately, no question! Is that clear?" Melanie nodded her head so hard she felt dizzy. Was this real? Please..please don't let him change his mind! "Yes sir! Yes!! Oh sir... thank you!" She flung her arms round him and kissed his cheek. "Promise sir! Honestly sir, I promise!" "Hmm, we'll see" said David, standing. He looked quickly at his watch again. Shit! Still, what the hell? "I think you know very well what you deserve young lady and because we don't have much time, I'm only going to give you a taster of what's in store for you." He pointed to the thin cupboard in the corner. "Paddle, now!" The girl ran to the cupboard and fetched the small shiny paddle, seemingly oblivious to the pain it would soon be causing her. David took it and slapped it into the palm of his hand. Ouch! "Since you like behaving like a very small girl, I think I should treat you like one, hmm?" He sat down again and patted his lap. "Come on, over you go!" Melanie flung herself across his lap and gripped his legs. At that particular moment she would have obeyed any order such was the tremendous relief she felt. Was it really possible that she wasn't going to lose her coveted prefect badge or have to look at the whole assembled school between her legs, as Miss Keel thrashed her privates? It had been many months since any teacher had put her over their lap. Most times, she had to bend over for the strap, slipper or - usually only from Mr Keel - the cane. Years of gossiping with the other girls had taught her countless tricks to be used during such punishments mainly revolving around the best ways of reducing the number or force of the strokes. The general consensus reached was that punishments were less severe if the girl was seen to be making an effort to please and even more so if she ensured her peepee could be seen. Moving her thighs further apart, she arched her back and thrust her large bottom up as far as she could. David whistled softly at the most delicious sight beneath him and tapped the pair of upturned buttocks with the paddle. "Not a sound Melanie. Not a sound!" The first slap echoed around his bedroom. Melanie's eyes opened wide as the pain registered and gripped the man's legs even tighter. The second and third slaps fell on the same buttock. "I think twelve should do it for starters" muttered David. SLAP-SLAP-SLAP Melanie grit her teeth, determined not to cry. They seemed to be getting harder! Please! SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-! "Oooooo! Owww!" "Sorry Melanie, did you say something?" "Sorry sir, I...." "Two extra for not keeping quiet!" SLAP-SLAP-SLAP SLAP! SLAP! The last two were aimed at the top of the girl's thighs and were the hardest yet. Melanie squirmed and wriggled but somehow managed to keep herself from crying out. David sighed with satisfaction at the girl's red glowing bottom. Fuck, he'd enjoyed that! He could almost feel the heat radiating from the girl's bright red backside! "Okay, that's enough for now" he said, allowing the girl to stand. "I want you dressed in thirty seconds. We're late enough as it is!" He suddenly remembered. "Oh, er...what do you say?" Melanie understood. "Thank you sir!" He put the paddle back in the cupboard and waited while she buttoned up her blouse and slipped her skirt and sandals back on. "Okay let's go! Now then..." he squinted at the piece of paper in his hand. "Mr Delphin, then Brent and Hargreaves after lunch." He saw Melanie slide her hand quickly up her skirt to give her bottom a quick rub. "Sore is it?" he asked, a wide grin on his face. "A bit sir." Melanie looked at him shyly. "Well I think It's going to be sore for quite a few days yet, hmm?" Melanie nodded. "Yes sir." "Yes sir " repeated David smiling. "What time do afternoon lessons start?" "Two thirty sir. School finishes at half past three." "Hmm, okay." David gave her shoulder a light squeeze. "I know you have lunch with the other girls, so I want to see you back in the room about twenty minutes before lessons start, okay?" "Yes sir." Melanie swallowed and waited. She had a good idea of what he had in mind. "When I arrive, I expect to see two things. The cane on the bed and you bending over, gripping your ankles and waiting. You may keep your clothes on so we don't waste time. Is that clear?" The girl sighed and nodded. She had no right to complain. She was lucky, so lucky not to be reported to Mr Keel. "Yes sir. Thank you sir." "Good , so let's go!" The rest of the day seemed to flash by. Mr Delphin spent quite some time in explaining his preferred methods of teaching followed by a short private discussion on his favourite girls to use for 'servicing', a discussion that left David wide eyed. In contrast to the formal dinners, David discovered the lunch period to be quite the opposite, with either a buffet on offer on one of the wooden balconies or a tray brought to the room by one of the girls. Mr Brent had been very welcoming and seemed to be permanently smiling. While David watched him take a class of ten year olds through their tables, he couldn't help notice Melanie occasionally feeling her bottom. Oh yes, he'd certainly enjoyed himself after lunch! He was starting to get the hang of the cane. The poor girl had squealed twice and had earned an extra three strokes for that! He was sure he'd swung the cane harder than before and he'd been impressed by her behaviour. The girls here must have backsides like leather! He frowned and remembered the idea he'd had earlier. Oh yes, that would be fun! The lesson ended and Tony Brent turned to David. "Easy isn't it!" he said laughingly. "Normally we get the new teachers to observe for a week, then they're on their own. Reckon you can cope?" "I think so.|" David nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem." Tony Brent picked up a book from his desk. He looked at David, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. "I er..I assume they've told you about the er, the perks of the job?" he asked. "Oh, you mean the.... the servicing?" David said, his eyes twinkling. "Oh good!" Tony seemed relieved. "So did you have a nice lunchbreak?" "Sorry?" Tony looked slightly confused. "Well, you know! Who did you take?" He saw David look lost and the penny dropped. "Oh crikey, they didn't explain did they!" David looked round at Melanie, then back at Tony. "Well, er, yes, I know about how we can choose a girl..you know ...in the evening and, er..." Tony laughed loudly and shook his head. "My dear chap, allow me to explain. Old Keel wants the school to be a happy place and free of all ..er..tension. He encourages all the teaching staff to make use of this little perk as often as they wish. Hadn't you wondered why the lunchbreaks are so long, or why school finishes so early?" He slapped David on the arm. "Sorry but I have to run." He looked at his watch. "I have at least four naughty girls waiting outside my office right now to discuss their homework and er... to get their bottoms spanked! Enjoy yourself old boy. Enjoy yourself!" David followed Melanie out of the classroom, his mind reeling. What a learning curve! The corridor was quiet and David could see the swimming pool through the large windows. A small group of naked girls were jumping in and out of the water while two teachers chatted. What a life! "Hey, how ya doin' Dave!" Bill was hurrying along the corridor, beaming. He stopped. Behind him, David saw a small girl, probably only ten or eleven years old. "So everything okay?" David scratched his nose and shrugged, then laughed. "Yeah, been a busy day." "Yep, I bet it has!" Bill laughed and looked at Melanie, his finger drawing a circle in the air. To David's astonishment, Melanie immediately raised her skirt above her waist and slowly turned round a full 360 degrees affording the men time to examine her front and back. "Wow, I see you've been busy alright" he laughed. "Some nice looking stripes there!" He winked at Melanie, who lowered her skirt, her face red. "Does Mr Trent have a martinet in his room?" Melanie looked nervous for a second and swallowed. "Er.. no sir." "Well I think he should have one" said Bill, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Make sure you fetch one from the storeroom later." He smiled at David's puzzled look. "You're thirteen now, aren't you?" "Yes sir." "Hmm, so a no.2 should be about right. Make sure you show Mr Trent exactly how to use it, oh, and where!" "Yes sir." David noticed the look of fear in the girls eyes. He new what a martinet was. A small whip consisting of about ten short leather cords attached to a wooden handle, feared by generations of french children. Bill clapped his hands. "Well I'll leave you in her capable hands Dave. See you later at dinner." He nodded at the small girl behind him, and for a second David saw an evil gleam in his eye. "Come on Samantha! My study!" They left and David followed Melanie down another corridor and up some stairs to another classroom. David opened the door and they went in. The sight that met his eyes made his mouth fall wide open. About nine girls, fourteen or fifteen years old, were sat in at their desks facing the front. Miss Hargreaves had her back to him but David could see what she was doing. Her arm was raised and he saw a wicked looking strap in her hand. On top of her large desk lay a terrified girl, legs wide apart and held back over her shoulders. The tall woman brought the strap down hard and the girl screamed. "Aaaaagh,,, please miss! Owwww!" Hearing the door behind her, Miss Hargreaves turned and smiled at David. "Ah Mr Trent, please come in. You'll have to excuse me for a few minutes. Just a small discipline matter to take of." She lifted the strap and lashed down again. Moving closer, David saw it slap down hard over the girl's pussy. He grimaced. Shit, that looked painful!" The girl writhed and sobbed but he noticed that she kept her legs well apart, her knuckles white as she gripped the back of her legs tightly, fighting the powerful urge to close them. Standing close to the table was another girl, white faced, holding her skirt high above her waist. David grinned. Obviously waiting her turn! "Right Sandra, let that be a lesson to you!" She waited for the sobbing girl to lower herself carefully from the desk and turned to the other girl. "Quickly!" If anything, the strokes applied to this girl's pussy were even harder. David saw the tip of the thin strap land directly between her pussy lips and she seemed to rise a few inches off the table, her high pitched squeal ringing around the classroom. He grit his teeth for a few seconds. Shit, that must have really stung! Nevertheless, he couldn't tear his eyes away and watched with mounting excitement as the strap turned the girl's fleshy pussy sore and bright red. "Right Tracy, back to your seat!" Miss Hargreaves placed the strap back on a small hook next to her desk. She turned to David and grinned. "That's what happens to girls in my class who fail more than two tests in a week" she explained, speaking loudly and looking at the girls in question. David nodded, trying hard to compose himself. He saw her eyes glance at his trousers and a thin smile on her face. He blushed deeply, aware of the obscene bulge in his trousers. For the next twenty minutes, David watched her take the lesson, fascinated by the way she seemed to control the whole class seemingly without any effort whatsoever. The girls kept their eyes on her at all times. He soon discovered why. The girl closest to him, a rather podgy, well developed fifteen year old redhead, caught his eye and smiled shyly. "Sally!" The podgy girl jumped as if stung. "Oh..yes miss?" "You were not paying attention Sally. Fetch the cane please!" David felt a twinge of guilt but remained quiet as the poor girl walked to a cupboard at the far end of the classroom and returned with a long nasty looking cane in her hands. "Sorry miss." She handed it to Miss Hargreaves and bent over so her bottom was facing the class. David whistled softly. They were clearly all very used to the procedure by now. His eyes widened. The girl's bottom was crisscrossed with a myriad of prominent red-black weals, many of which seemed to have been placed across older weals. Miss Hargreaves sighed. "I caned you a few days ago Sally. Who has punished you since?" "Please Miss, Mr Delphin gave me the strap yesterday evening and Miss Keel caned me this morning, and...." "Okay, okay!" The woman sighed and shook her head. "Take this back Sally and bring me the tawse. Your bottom is in no state to receive further punishment. Quickly girl!" Sally returned the cane to the cupboard and brought a black leather tawse back to Miss Hargreaves. David watched with fascination as the girl held out first her right hand, then her left, while Miss Hargreaves brought the tawse down hard across the palms, three times each hand. Although she flinched slightly, David saw that she hardly reacted at all. He looked round at Melanie, standing quietly against the wall. These girls had one hell of a pain threshold! The lesson ended, Miss Hargreaves called David over. "See David, easy isn't it!" Her small green eyes seemed to shine and David felt uneasy for a second. It was as though she could see what he was thinking. They chatted for a few minutes about the school and the lessons he'd be expected to take. From time to time, David noticed her eyes on his crotch and felt his face going red. What the hell was she up to? The woman exuded power and control. "I heard that Melanie is looking after you" she said, glancing at the young girl. "I do hope you're being strict with her David." "Er, well, yes, I think I'm being fairly strict" he replied hesitantly. "So far she's been a real help, showing me around the place, explaining how things work and so on." Miss Hargreaves smiled and nodded at Melanie. "Show me!" David blinked in surprise and watched as the girl reddened and turned round, bent over and pulled the back of her skirt up. Poor kid! The second time in an hour that she'd been made to display her bottom. "Hmm, not bad David, but I do believe you're not caning hard enough." The tall thin woman walked over to the girl and ran her finger along one of the lines. "You have to remember David that these girls are used to corporal punishment and their skin heals very fast. They also develop quite an amazing pain threshold." The woman smiled for a second and drew her finger down the middle of the girl's twitching buttocks. "If I may give you a little piece of advice David, you could try applying the cane at this angle, rather than across them." Her finger continued right down to where the girl's pussy was peeping cheekily at them and she chuckled as Melanie gasped. "It's also a good idea to put more strokes across the lower part of her bottom and even lower down, just here." She patted the back of the girl's thighs. "Not only is it more painful, but the marks are then visible to the other girls and serve to remind them that prefects like Melanie here are punished as well." David nodded politely, desperately willing his aching erection to subside. Shit, this was unbearable! Miss Hargreaves looked at her watch. "Goodness, look at the time." She tapped Melanie, signaling that she could stand. "I really must dash.." She looked down at David's crotch and grinned. "See you at dinner. I'm sure you have a few pressing matters to take care of, hmm?" David nodded, his face burning with embarrassment. Shit! The woman left and he sighed with relief. He looked at Melanie. "Well, I guess we're free now for a few hours." He swallowed and wondered what to do. A certain part of his anatomy was begging for relief. But.... "I think I'm going for a swim" he said after a long pause. Then a shower before dinner, and..." He suddenly realized the timetable. "Oh wait, isn't there something planned for later?" Melanie nodded. "Yes sir. You're on dormitory duty for year one sir." "Dormitory duty? What does that mean?" "Oh, it just means you have to supervise the dormitory sir, and make sure they all get ready for bed and...showered and their..er...their tingle time sir." She blushed. David stared at her. "Year one? So they're what? Nine and ten years old? Aren't they er... aren't they a little young?" Melanie shrugged. "It's the rule sir." "But what happens if a girl can't, er..do it?" "Usually, in the first year, as long as the girl is trying, then that's enough sir, but it depends on the teacher. Some teachers don't mind, but some always spank." David sighed and shook his head. What a school! "Okay, I'll be back in half an hour or so Melanie, so I guess you're free now." He looked at his watch again and smiled. "I think we'll have another little session with the cane just before dinner though. Miss Hargreaves was quite right. I really must practise more!" The look on the girl's face made him laugh. "Don't look so upset Melanie! You know very well how lucky you are that I didn't send you to Miss Keel before. Or maybe we should go and see what she says about the matter, hmm?" Melanie looked up in horror. "Please sir...no! I mean, I'm sorry sir and..." "Okay, okay!" David tousled her soft hair and laughed. "So I want to see you when I get back, showered and ready." He suddenly remembered what Bill had said. "Oh, and don't forget about the martinet!"