TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY

Part 2

"Okay girls, you've had enough time to finish your breakfast.
Carol and Sally, you will take the bowls, spoons and cups to the
kitchen and wash them up in the sink. The others will go for a
shower, change and report back here. You have five minutes. Go!"

Still in their nightdresses, Carol and Sally obeyed, each one
trying not to catch the man's eye or draw attention to herself.

Dave put down his coffee cup and went to the classroom to check
everything was ready. Behind him, the two girls quickly cleared
the three tables and carried everything through the door at the
other end of the hall. Carol ran the water. She looked at Sally
carefully placing the bowls on the side. The water made quite a
noise. Could she? Surely no one would hear. She opened her mouth
to whisper, then saw the frightened look on Sally's face. Quickly
she mouthed 'Can we talk here?' Sally swallowed nervously and
shook her head. 'Too dangerous' her lips said, making no noise.
She took a cup and started to dry it.

In the monitoring room, the guard watched her dry the cup and
pressed a button to save the recording. He licked his lips and
opened his legs slightly to make room for the erection now
forming in his underpants. It would be another day or so before
the guard would be allowed to assist with the girls training, but
there were certain perks he could enjoy meantime. The most
enjoyable was being allowed to punish any girls he caught
breaking the rules.

Seeing Dave pass, he quickly called his boss in and showed him
the recording. "You lucky bastard!" Dave said jokingly, watching
the girls on the screen. "That's a two ribbon offence." He patted
the guard on the back. "You get to whip their arses at noon and
something else at bedtime. What's it to be?" The Albanian
scratched his nose thoughtfully. "That big one, she got nice
tits" he said slowly, his strong accent making Dave smile. "I
think she need them warming up!" He looked at the other girl.
"That one, I whip her pussy good – yes boss?"

Dave nodded and went out, feeling in his pocket for the ribbons.
He was extremely pleased about the punishments. Long experience
had taught the value of the girls witnessing and receiving a good
whipping as early as possible in their training. Once they knew
the men weren't messing about, they'd settle down and concentrate
on their 'studies'.

The girls were already lining up, three girls sporting their
ribbons earned the previous evening and not looking too happy
about it. "We'll just wait a minute for Sally and Carol" he
announced, looking at his watch. The girls in question ran into
the hall looking pale, their recently acquired ribbons fluttering
from their dresses.

"Thank you for washing up" Dave said brightly, pretending not to
notice their panic stricken faces. "No, you may not speak" he
continued seeing their hands in the air. "You've been told the
rules, yet you attempted to communicate while in the kitchen.
Since it was one the guard who spot you, he will be the one who
administers your punishment. Now get in line and pay attention!"

He looked at the row of girls before him and sighed. Some looked
terrified, others just confused. One or two were still
uncomfortable about their dresses and wriggled as if to force
them a bit lower. His eyes fell on Beverly and he took the
ribbons out of his pocket again.

"Can you remember what I said about breasts going through the
holes, Beverly?" The well endowed eleven year old looked down
terrified and quickly pushed her young nipples through the dress
her eyes pleading with his. Dave stuck a blue ribbon on her
shoulder patch and shook his head sadly. "Don't let it happen
again!"

Blinking back tears, Beverly looked at the three ribbons now on
her dress. What was the blue one for? Wasn't it for breasts? What
did that mean?

"I want you to follow me to the classroom in complete silence"
explained Dave. "There are six desks. Sit down, face the front,
legs apart and keep your hands on the desk."

As they filed out, Carol saw the guard staring at her, a broad
smile covering his face. She saw him lick his lips and shivered.

"The video you're going to see now is about ten minutes long"
explained Dave, switching on the television. "I'm going to show
it twice, so you understand what's going on." He looked at the
girls and bit his lip trying not to laugh. Having sat down, and
with their legs apart, the girls short dresses allowed a very
nice view between their legs. "Legs open a bit more Rachel!"
Rachel, the cheeky looking seven year old, blushed and opened her
legs wider.

He dimmed the lights and started the video. One of the major
changes they'd made to their training courses had been a gentler
introduction to all matters sexual. The courses in the past had
been too fast and chaotic, resulting in time wasted dealing with
hysterical girls and often resulting in serious injury. It had
been Mike's idea to take more time at the beginning demonstrating
to the girls how to enjoy their own bodies.

Dave watched the video and yawned. This must be the tenth time
he'd seen it. A mixture of commercial and home-made films, it
depicted various women playing with their nipples and clearly
getting very aroused. One clip, that Dave had filmed himself,
showed a little seven year old coaxing her tiny nipples until
they stiffened. She was giggling. Another scene had the same girl
playing with an older girl's breasts, her tongue and fingers
dancing over the large nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure. He
played it a second time. He gazed round the room. All eyes were
glued to the screen.

He spoke to them softly. "I want you all to use your right hand
and gently rub your left nipple – very, very lightly." He looked
round. "Good girl Beverly. Yes, look how she's doing it everyone.
Nice and gently. No need to rush."

He walked round, checking that they all understood. "Good. Now,
close your eyes and start touching the other one as well. Lean
back more in the chair if you want. Good. Now just keep doing
that – not too hard Sally! As lightly as possible."

As usual, it was the older girls who responded the fastest. As
they became more relaxed, Dave saw their nipples stiffen and
stick up. He saw a few of them wriggle on their chairs. Nerves
were clearly being stimulated in other part of their body too!

He let them continue for a few more minutes. "Now press your
finger a little harder on top and move it round in a circle. See
how stiff you can make it." He stood in front of the younger
girls and watched them, occasionally taking their hand gently in
his to show them what to do. The younger ones were always
interesting. It was surprising just how aroused a little girl
could be when correctly stimulated.

"Okay, I want each pair of girls to pull their chairs together
and sit as close to each other as possible. Good! Now, put your
arm round the other and stroke her nipple as well as your own.
No, closer Sally! Good – like that! He dimmed the lights a little
more. A few more girls appeared to squirm and twist slightly.
Dave watched them carefully. He reckoned that at least half the
girls had masturbated before, or had at least tried. He watched
for any girls closing their legs or clenching their buttocks –
sure signs that an orgasm was on its way.

"Keep those legs apart!" he suddenly said sharply. He'd seen a
couple of girls who were obviously getting rather too excited.
"Carol, Sally, stop what you're doing and sit up straight, hands
on the desk. Beverly, Christine, concentrate on your own
nipples!"

He smiled at their frustration and embarrassment. They'd be
having plenty of orgasms during the training, but only when
ordered to or given permission.

Checking the time, Dave walked past each desk, stopping at each
one to feel the girls nipples. He reached the youngest girls and
nodded in satisfaction as he felt their tiny buds. "Excellent!"
His finger lingered on a small rock hard nipple. Rachel, the
redhead leaned forward as if begging him to continue. He ran his
hand through her hair and smiled. "You're a hot one aren't you! I
can see you're going to have fun this afternoon!"

Moving back, he clapped his hands and ordered them to stand.
"Before we finish the lesson, I want you to practise using your
tongues as well as fingers. One of you sit down and face your
partner. Good, like that. Okay, the other one, lean forward so
she can lick your nipples. That's right. No, lower Beverly! Now
use your tongues to do what you were doing before."

The girls wasted no time. Young tongues were soon busy teasing
already hard nipples. Five minutes and he ordered them to change,
grinning at the reluctance of some of the girls, some of whom
were clearly very aroused.

A bell sounded. "Alright girls, lesson over. I want you to
quietly walk to the changing rooms and change into your PE tunic.
You'll find them waiting for you on your shelf with your name
already on. As usual, there's a large picture on the wall showing
how they have to be worn. Every girl will use the toilet and
ensure she is clean afterwards."

He coughed. "After, those with black ribbons on their dresses
will stick them on the front of their PE tunic and go straight to
the hall. There you will stand along the wall on the left as you
go in, noses touching the wall, hands on your head, legs apart.
There will be absolute silence. The other girls will line up in
front of the tables, facing the front, hands by your sides. You
have ten minutes. Go!"

The long line of girls trooped out, some already crying. Becky,
the little six year old looked terrified. Dave went to the hall.
He hoped he wouldn't have any trouble with them. Just wait until
they saw their PE tunics though! If they thought their dresses
were too short, they were in for one hell of a shock!

Mike was helping the guard to prepare the two trestles. He saw
Dave and grinned. "How many?" Dave laughed. "Only five I'm
afraid" He nodded at the guard. "Two of them are his. He caught
One and Two on camera! Lucky bastard!"

His friend opened the cupboard doors and swung them both back as
far as they'd go. He always liked the look on the girls faces
when they saw the men selecting their implements. He enjoyed the
punishment sessions, though perhaps not as much as Dave. Strange
how well they complemented each other he thought. Although Dave
was in charge of the training, it was Mike who ran the rest of
the business, liaising with clients, arranging money transfers,
ensuring maximum security around the house.

"Ah, I see they've decided to join us at last" Mike said jokingly
as the girls ran through the door. The men laughed at the red
faces and panic stricken looks. Basically a thin white cotton
teashirt, the girls PE tunic hugged their young bodies like a
second skin. The fact that it covered the chest may have been
some consolation to the older girls. However, the men doubted it,
for a very good reason. The tunic only came down to just above
the waist, ending with an elasticated hem which only served to
outline the girls wobbling puppy fat. That and the fact that it
threw into relief the girls pert backsides made for a most
entertaining spectacle. The look on some of the faces was
hilarious. Aware that the men could now see everything, yet also
mindful of the rules about leaving it all on show, they squirmed
with embarrassment as though by magic they could make the men's
eyes look elsewhere. Anywhere, please anywhere other than their
private parts!

Waiting until the girls had got into position, he walked along
the line of girls, checking to see if they were standing
correctly. "Legs further apart little one" he said kindly,
tapping Becky on the shoulder. "Nose touching the wall. That's
right." He heard her sobs and stroked her hair. "Soon be over,
don't worry."

He turned to face the others, lined up next to the tables, facing
him. "I don't want to take a long time over this, so I'll keep it
simple. These punishment sessions are taking up time that should
be spent doing PE." He nodded at the guard who put a large
radio/CD player on the table. He pressed a button and the room
suddenly filled with music. "So you girls watching might as well
be getting warmed up, while I warm these ones up!" He chuckled at
his joke. "So, come on, knee bends in time to the music. Up down,
up down." He watched with amusement as the girls obeyed, their
faces growing even redder. Apart from its entertainment value for
the men, he'd always believed it important to keep the girls busy
at all times.

"A few simple rules now." The guard lowered the volume slightly.
"I expect girls to accept their punishment without any fuss. Any
hesitation or excessive noise will result in another black
ribbon. Any refusal to take a punishment or attempts to run away
will result in double punishment plus two ribbons." He looked at
the cupboard and licked his lips.

"Corporal punishment on your buttocks and thighs will be
administered with whatever we decide is appropriate at the time.
This may be with just a hand, a belt, whip, paddle, slipper or
cane."

"As soon as each girl has been punished, she will say 'Thank you
sir' and join the others"

The guard had joined them and at a nod from Dave, he positioned
himself next to the trestles.

"Christine and Becky, go to the tables please!" The tiny six year
old hardly moved. Dave could see her body shaking. The ten year
old next to her turned and walked to the trestle, her legs
wobbling. Tears cascaded down her face. She looked at Dave in
desperation. "I haven't got all day!" he said sharply. Within a
few seconds the guard had lifted her gently over the raised
centre and secured her arms and legs to the corners.

Dave put his hand on the tiny girl in front of him. She hadn't
moved. He knelt down and put his mouth to her ear. "I'll let you
into a secret Becky" he whispered, kissing her wet cheek. His
hand reached behind her and fondled her bottom. "It's not going
to be nearly as bad as you think. It's just to scare the big
girls. I'll be as gentle as I can – okay" Holding her hand, he
led her away from the wall and lifted her over the trestle. He
watched the guard attach the straps, then he took a small light
brown strap from the cupboard. Mike picked up a long black belt
and stood next to the other trestle.

Dave faced the girls, grinning at the sight of them bobbing up
and down in time to the music. "Becky here is being punished for
not saying 'Please sir' and 'Thank you sir'. Christine will be
punished for communicating with Beverly last night.

Raising the strap, he brought it down sharply on the six year
old's bottom. Having used it many times he knew that it wasn't
particularly painful. However, he couldn't allow the girl to
think that every session would be like this. Apart from their
disciplinary importance, the punishment sessions were vital for
increasing the girls pain threshold. The last six strokes had to
be hard ones!

Behind him Mike slashed the belt down hard across the ten year
old's large twitching buttocks. The girl's screams were cut short
by another, harder stroke that caught the top of her thighs. The
fact that the girl had not in fact been the one doing the
whispering was of no concern to the men.

The sobbing girls were lifted off the tables and immediately
grabbed their bright red buttocks in both hands, the older girl
rubbing a particularly sore spot where the belt had caught her
inner thigh.

"Well?" Dave looked at them both, wondering if they'd remember.
The little girl wiped her eyes. It hadn't hurt much at the
beginning, but then he'd smacked her harder and harder. It had
stung so much. She rubbed her bottom and sniffed. "Please sir,
thank you sir" a little voice said. The other girl looked scared
and quickly repeated the words.

Dave smiled. "Right, go and join the others. Knee bends – up and
down. Get a move on!"

The guard had already got the next girl into position. He
certainly was efficient, thought Dave, selecting a thicker belt
from the cupboard. Though he was being paid very well! "Beverly
here is quite a celebrity at the moment" he announced
sarcastically. "She already has three ribbons!" He grinned,
thinking of the next punishment Tsession in the evening. Poor
girl! Both a pussy and tit whipping to come, with the possibility
of further ribbons during the day.

Four minutes later, it was the turn of the two oldest girls. Dave
watched as the guard secured them firmly in position. He selected
a long wide belt – his favourite. Still not satisfied, he
adjusted the table, raising the middle more and widening the leg
supports. Mike moved back and grinned at Dave. "Loves his little
perks, doesn't he!"

Dave peered between the girls legs and sighed. They already had
some pubic hair, something which Dave hated. No matter. It would
be shaved off later.

The guard grunted and whipped the belt down across Carol's large
backside. There was a load crack followed by an ear-splitting
scream. Sally on the other table sobbed loudly, knowing she was
next. She didn't have to wait long. The guard obviously preferred
to beat them together. The strap caught the girl hard, just where
her bum joined her thighs. Her body jumped as if electrified,
hips wriggling as she sought to escape the painful cuts. It was
no use. The wide belts across their backs kept both girls firmly
held down.

The men watched the guard thrash the girls, covering their
buttocks and thighs with red stripes, Dave speaking only once
after a particularly hard stroke. "Careful, I don't want too much
bruising. They're merchandise, remember?" The guard nodded and
continued, though using slightly less force.

Sally twisted her head, tears sprinkling in all directions.
"Sir..please sir..please sir! Aarghh!!" Her screams was cut short
by the belt slashing down diagonally, the tip wrapping round
between her legs. The men winced. "Ow, I bet that hurt!" said
Mike laughing.

It was over. The guard put the belt back in the cupboard, his
pleasure obvious to all by the rather obscene bulge in his
trousers.

The girls released, they muttered 'Thank you sir' and were
allowed to join the others, their sore backsides clearly causing
them considerable discomfort. Dave looked at the time and
groaned. "Okay girls, we're running late. I want everyone in the
middle of the room, running on the spot. Come on!"

Mike helped with the tables and opened the door to leave. He
grinned at the sight of his friend surrounded by the half naked
girls, now lying on their backs, legs in the air, opening and
closing while Dave walked slowly round. During the PE sessions he
always had a riding whip with him, ready for 'encouraging' the
girls. "Wider Christine! Open those legs more!" He tapped the
girl's glistening pussy with the leather tip and the girl gasped.
Mike chuckled and went out.