INHERITANCE

A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War

Written by Dickins

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and 
incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used 
here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, 
living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Story Codes: ped, bdsm, incest and Femdom

Chapter 4, Cruel Preparations

Anne Bishop had proved invaluable to Victoria and Simon in their new 
venture, not only for her advice about the furniture and the layout of 
the old priory, but also with her preparation and assistance with Jeremy 
and Hannah.

"Now! I take it that you will want to abuse the new children, in the same 
way as you have Jeremy and Hannah?" Alice asked sternly, as she looked 
over the detailed illustrations in the furniture catalogue.

"Oh Yes!" Victoria and Simon chorused.

"Well then! The chairs will need to be much stouter, with a varnished 
wooden seat, so that they can be easily cleaned," she said.

"Cleaned?" Victoria asked.

"Yes! Children often wet themselves when they are frightened or in pain," 
Anne nodded. "The chairs will be used in ways not intended by the 
designer, so stout frames are best. As for the beds; I suggest you go for 
a steel frame," she told them.

"But they are three times more expensive than the wooden ones!" Simon 
complained.

"It is a lot easier to bind a child to a metal frame, than a wooden one," 
she told him. "Easier, and less forgiving than wood when you want to 
stretch their little bodies," Anne explained.

"I'd also buy two more than needed. If you stand them on their ends, they 
make a perfect frame for suspending the children without having to 
install all those tale-tale hooks and eyes," she grinned.

"Where are the linen and broom cupboards?" she asked, going to the table 
where the plans were laid out. Simon did a search, and then showed her a 
floor plan pointing out the cupboards, chewing his lip when she shook her 
head again.

"Oh No! You need to place them next to the points of interest," she told 
him, grabbing a pencil and roughly drawing lines, changing the inside of 
the building.

"You can't do that!" Simon wailed.

"If you put them here and here," Anne explained, redrawing the plans of 
the interior, "Then you can create spy-holes in the walls so that you can 
look into the bathrooms and dormitories," she explained.

They then went on a tour around the priory and Anne had many other 
suggestions, ranging from the plumping, the windows, and the floor 
including the coat hangers they were going to hang in the reception area.

"I suggest really stout coat hangers and set high up, so the children 
have to stand on a bench to reach them," she suggested.

"We could use them to suspend the children," Simon said with a smile.

Anne smiled and nodded. "Use short benches, six feet long and cover the 
legs in rubber," she told them. "You can then lay them at an angle 
between the floor and the wall and because of the rubber, the benches 
won't slide out of position," she said with a smile.

"The benches at St Saviour's have holes drilled in them," Victoria 
remembered.

"They would be perfect for restraining a child," Simon argued.

"Quite!" Anne grinned.

"Boys could be tied to the bench, with their cocks and balls pulled 
roughly through the holes. It's exciting, to be able to whip their 
bottoms one side, and their genitals the other, without them being able 
to see when the next stroke was coming," she told them.

"I definitely want to try that," Victoria murmured.

******

Simon and Victoria made a point of testing all the furniture they had 
ordered. The manufacturers had to provide one sample of each item for 
them to test, and would then be told whether more were required, or 
whether it was to be handed back as unsuitable.

The chair was the first piece of furniture to be tested, to find out if 
it could withstand the struggles of a child being whipped, and the 
library was chosen for the test. John and Walter moved the armchairs from 
in front of the fire, so that there would be plenty of room to manoeuvre.

"Go and prepare Jeremy and Hannah, and then bring them down to the 
library!" Victoria told Anne, her voice giving away her excitement.

After an agonizing wait, Miss Bishop escorted the children into the 
library, and as soon as they saw their tormentors again, they cowed and 
started to whimper.

Dressed in their little uniforms, it was difficult to see what Anne had 
done, but from their tears it was obvious that her preparations had been 
rough.

"Remove their uniforms," Victoria ordered.

Once they were naked, Simon tied Hannah's little wrists to one of the 
radiators, and drew Jeremy over to the chair, where Victoria and Anne 
were waiting, dressed in tight fitting jodhpurs and blouses; and with 
their hair tied back in order not to obscure their view.

"Kneeling first!" Anne suggested.

In her a hand, Anne carried a specially designed riding crop that had a 
particularly large piece of leather at its tip.

As soon as Jeremy was pushed into position, kneeling on the seat with his 
upper body bent over the back, Anne began to whip his bottom and upper 
thighs, sometimes with the flat leather blade at the end of the crop, and 
sometimes with the full crop.

Each stroke delivered up a different kind of pain, and each left its own 
mark upon the sensitive cheeks of his little bottom.

Stroke after stroke made the boy jump and squeal. His sobbing turned to 
uncontrollable crying while his upper thighs and handsome bottom soon 
turned a burning red, interspersed with the vivid lines the crop itself 
provided.

Anne stopped and gathered her breath, then instructed Simon to move the 
boy.

"Now! Bent over the back," she told him.

With Hannah watching on in wide-eyed horror, the boy was tugged up by his 
hair and made to stand so he could be pulled round to the chair's side, 
then dragged over the seat.

"You may want to consider drilling a hole through the back, so their 
cocks and balls can then be pulled through, securing them much more 
firmly in place," Anne suggested while Simon tied the boy's wrists to his 
own knees.

Victoria's excitement had made her all light headed, as she watched 
Jeremy's bottom and thighs being thrashed. Now it was her turn, she tried 
putting her excitement to one side and concentrate on the task in hand.

She had chosen the rattan cane once again, preferring to keep with the 
tool she was used to, rather than experiment with the tools Anne had 
brought with her. The cane was long and slender and completely smooth, 
without any of the ridges associated with a bamboo cane.

Tapping it across the apex of his little bottom brought a flood of tears 
and blubbered begging from the boy. Simon licked his lips and waited 
expectantly to one side.

Anne smiled, hands on hips as she too waited.

Then Victoria delivered the first cut, arm and wrist both used to provide 
a savage swipe, one that literally cut into his flesh to bring it up in a 
fierce wound that quickly brightened.

The wail from the boy swept Victoria into a new heaven, suffused with 
pleasure, before she saw the tenderised top of his thighs beckoning her. 
Once more, she tapped the flesh that was to receive her strike and the 
boy's struggles doubled.

He screamed for their mercy, begged them to allow him to please them some 
other way. Victoria looked into his tear filled eyes and tensed as she 
delivered the second harsh strike. As quick as a cobra strike, the cane 
rose and fell, striking hard and deep, causing the boy the to scream 
again even more loudly.

All three adults watched the boy arch and kick to the limits of his 
bonds. But only Simon's excitement showed; a bulge in his trousers that 
threatened to burst at least one button of his fly.

"One more!" Anne told Victoria.

Victoria stepped up to her brother and smiled at him as she reached 
slowly for his manhood, feeling it through his trousers, whispering in 
his ear of pleasures to come.

Panting hotly, aware that the new flush to her skin give away her 
excitement, Victoria schooled herself to be calm and raised the cane to 
tap it along the underside of the boy's pert little bottom.

Almost immediately, his dying sobs rekindled as he guessed what was to 
come, and his head shook pleadingly from side to side, his tears spinning 
off as if from a fan. As smartly as her previous strokes, the cane rose 
and fell, landing with a sharp crack that heralded the boy's scream and 
mad struggles.

Victoria stretched, her thighs squeezing together as the view before her 
sent knives of bliss into her body. And when she didn't think the 
pleasure could be more complete, she watched Anne position Simon on his 
knees before the screaming boy, releasing his cock to then force the 
lad's mouth down to it, making him scream around the head of his cock.

Victoria sobbed and bit her lip, a much needed orgasm flooding her with 
delight. Simon, his eyes wide, jerked with the powerful jets of sperm he 
released into the spluttering boy's mouth.

******

Hannah cried and squirmed in an effort to resist being drawn to the 
chair. Simon's cock showed new life as he took her round her slender 
waist and pulled her to it, then forced her over the back holding her 
there while the two women fastened her wrists to the front legs and her 
ankles to the back.

"There quite spirited!" Victoria remarked, as she battled with the girl's 
anxious attempts to evade having her wrists secured.

"Yes! They were recent acquisitions at St Saviour's, and similar to the 
children you will be sent from the Ministry. Your mother thought it 
appropriate that you get used to their wilfulness," Anne grinned.

Once Hannah was in position, Victoria drew Simon's attention to the 
child's widely parted bottom and the delightful little cunt peeking out 
from between her thighs.

"Now its your turn!" Victoria told an excited Simon.

"Thank you!" Simon replied, already breathless with excitement.

He picked up a birch rod, and made sure that Hannah saw it.

Testing it through the air, he took his time to roll up his sleeves while 
the girl pleaded not to be whipped. She looked lovely, Simon thought, 
bent over as she was, her wrists twisting in a vain effort to get free.

She looked at him endearingly, her eyes full of tears while her rosy 
cheeks gleams from their passing.

"This will more than tickle your bottom," he told her, as he glanced 
excitingly at the smooth round labia peeking from between her thighs, so 
young and pink, so lovely and yet so delicate.

He stepped up behind her and gauged the distance, touching her bottom 
with the tips of the birch, as Hannah's weeping started to grow more 
frantic.

A deep breath, his arm bending back, and his legs turning the way his old 
instructor taught him, and the twigs were descending, their last inch 
sweeping across both her bottom cheeks, a few springing out to whip into 
her delicate little cunt.

The child erupted in agony, screaming loudly as the vivid cut marks 
quickly decorated her little bottom, and made her do a merry dance.

"There! You can see how the chair back is starting to move," Anne shouted 
over the screams of the child.

Simon didn't care about the chair; his eyes were firmly on Hannah's 
lovely little bottom and cunt.

He moved slightly to one side, wanting to make sure that the furthest 
cheek received the same harsh impact as the nearest. Then, as before, he 
reached well back before bringing the twigs down once more across her 
lacerated bottom, further tearing the well-prepared surface.

"You will have to tell them to make the joint between the back and the 
seat more sturdy," Anne remarked.

Excitedly, Simon delivered a third harsh stroke, his breath held as he 
aimed between her bottom at her little cunt, to see how pretty the lips 
would look, scorched by the twigs in his hand.

Hannah's reaction was the best yet, her whole body erupting in her bonds, 
her manic screeches filling the room while, behind her, her pee spurted 
uncontrolled from her cunt, the rounded puffy lips now decorated with 
brightening lines from the strike of the twigs.

Miss Bishop's lips thinned in distaste at the sight of Hannah losing 
control.

"Dirty little tart! Give her another stroke for that," she told Simon 
curtly.

Breathing heavily, Simon grinned and obeyed, but this time he struck 
downwards from directly above, the twigs striking between her bottom, and 
directly onto her cunt and anus at the same time.

Now everyone could see just how loose the chair was as the girl was 
thrown into another fit of pain, screaming and struggling, weeping 
uncontrollably, totally oblivious to all the excited looks she was 
receiving.

Simon looked up from his inspection of her bottom to glance over 
questioningly at Anne and Victoria.

"May I?" he asked, a hand on his fly.

"I don't see why not, do you my dear?" Anne asked Victoria.

"Now my dear! Make a good show of it, and fuck the little tart hard for 
at least five minutes before you finish," Victoria urged, as her finger 
drew his attention to the clock on the far wall.

Simon smiled at the challenge and unbuttoned himself, then presented his 
stiff cock to her scored vulva. Thumbing her little cunt apart and 
ignoring her increased tears, he glanced across at the clock waiting for 
the minute hand to move, and then thrust powerfully into her.

Hannah's wail made his cock jerk with pleasure deep inside her hot 
confines, then he was moving, sliding slowly from her hot and tight 
little cunt to then power quickly back into her, a method that had her 
squealing with each deep thrust, and sobbing uncontrollably.

Breathing deeply with lust, Simon gripped her sore bottom and watched his 
cock draw slowly out of her little cunt, only to thrust it back in again 
roughly. The ladies came to stand on either side, watching without 
expression except to nod or smile as he looked for praise.

"Three minutes to go," Anne warned him.

Simon felt a twinge of fear, and was surprised that only two minutes had 
passed. The girl's tight cunt, together with her little wails and sobs, 
was beginning to affect him, and lifting him towards his peek.

He closed his eyes and tried thinking mathematics, the girl's little cunt 
rippling around him as he thrust once more into her tightness.

On and on he went. The girl's sobs had gone and she was like a rag doll, 
hanging limp over the chair, only her little cunt telling him she was 
still felt the whole width of his cock.

"One more minute Simon," Anne warned.

He groaned, and groaned again more loudly as he felt her warm hand cup 
his bottom. She was smiling proudly at him, glancing between his face and 
his thrusting cock.

Victoria was doing the same at the other side, her cheeks revealing her 
pleasure as her own hand joined Alice's on his bottom. Without a word 
they began to pinch his bottom with each thrust. This made his cock jerk 
deep within the young girl and his breath quickened with a fresh rise of 
his impending orgasm.

"Ladies!" he gasped, feeling it begin to escape his control.

"Just a little bit longer," Victoria whispered. Her fingers inched along 
his anal crease and felt Anne's already there. Between them, they drew 
his cheeks apart.

"Victoria!" Simon panted, his eyes widening as he felt what was to 
happen. Groaning, his anus twitched and relaxed, trained through years of 
being at a boy's boarding school.

"Let me," she breathed.

"Yes, yes! Now!" he cried.

His sister's long finger invaded him, at the same time as he entered 
Hannah's tight little cunt. With a cry, he erupted, his body thrust into 
the child while a finger invaded his anus, speeding up into him to there 
curl and press down.

Like a marionette, he erupted a second time, jerking deep inside the girl 
while his anus rippled around the finger invading him. Pain and pleasure 
convulsed within, jerking him hard up against the sobbing girl's bottom, 
and pushing in an effort to get deeper, mauling her little body 
indiscriminately with his fingers.

"Good boy, good, good boy," Anne was murmuring as she drew him away from 
the child and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

She squeezed and rubbed it, forcing it to remain erect while, having 
withdrawn her finger from his bottom, his sister kissed his lips. In the 
confusion following his orgasm, he was like putty in their hands.

The blindfold placed over his eyes just appeared, as if from nowhere, and 
the pressure of their combined hands easily drew him down to his knees, 
his muddled mind unable to make any sense of it, even as his hearing 
picked up the rustle of clothes.

He recognised Anne's hand around his cock when it came, and guessed it 
was hers that pulled his head back. Then more hands were in his hair, 
holding him while movement surrounded him, unseen and yet sensed.

The heady fragrance of womanhood struck him and, a moment later, the 
smooth warm skin of thighs surrounded him, pressing his face flat as the 
damp unfurling of a woman's cunt descended on his mouth and nose.

With a gasp he opened his mouth and licked frantically.

The wet, fleshy folds slid over him, back and forth, pressing down 
urgently while the hands drove him harder against her pubic bone.

Simon's tongue became more knowing, dipping into her furnace hot, and 
tight cunt, then slipping forward to jump upon the swollen button at the 
apex of her open cunt. The thighs pressing upon his face eased, then 
tensed even stronger as hands that had merely urged before, hurt as they 
demanded he move and lick more firmly.

Simon avidly worked against his sister's cunt, knowing it was her but 
unable to verify it by sight. His head twisted back and her crotch was 
pushed back and forward on him.

The joy of licking her became a chore, but the hands demanded that he 
continue, and then with the spill of her pleasure flowing, he licked 
gratefully, partially glad his work was over. But Victoria demanded more 
and, far from stopping, pushed him still more harshly into her wet cunt, 
riding his head ruthlessly as she sought to come yet again.

The hands gripped his cock harder, the nails beginning to scrape and 
drag, to pull and pinch. The hand that had cradled his balls squeezed and 
brought a cry from him of pained delight.

"Do it now!" Victoria demanded hotly, panting with lust as she gazed down 
at his head, her pelvis rocking back and forth, riding his nose, chin and 
mouth.

Anne cried out with pleasure as Simon came, his seed spurting across her 
palm, creating a pool of pearly juice for her to offer Victoria as the 
young woman panted with unfulfilled lust.

As Victoria worked herself against her brother's masked face, Anne tipped 
the warm sticky fluid into her mouth, them kissed her, gluing their lips 
together until the seed had been fully shared.

And as the still warm liquid slid down Victoria's gullet, the full impact 
of her incestuous acts struck her and her most intense orgasm to date 
engulfed her.

Arching her pelvis out, she ground his face against herself, jerking 
forward with the intense and electrifying sensations running a riot 
through out her body.

His seed slid down her body and ignited her engorged clitoris from 
within, spilling fresh pleasure onto his face, smearing him with her 
delight until the glory and the strength in her evaporated and she fell 
back, content and finally sated.

******

It had been agreed with the Ministry, that, as they would be paying for 
the staff, they would do the initial search, and present likely 
candidates to be interviewed.

The priory was completed in early June and just days later a coach 
arrived over the brow of the hill and stopped outside the gatehouse where 
five women disembarked to look around Birchwood Grange and be interviewed 
for the two new teaching positions.

Anne went out to greet them; shaking their hands and telling them a 
little about Birchwood Grange whilst slowly drawing them towards the 
priory where they were to work, if appointed.

While they walked and talked, she was already assessing them, and was 
trying to build up a picture of each of the candidates. It had been 
agreed that part of the interview would be a test of the candidate's 
knowledge and practical skills in handling children.

Arriving at the priory, Anne showed them round, taking them first to the 
rooms that were to be their own, each with an adjoining door into the 
children's dormitories.

Quite clearly the ladies were not used to such amenities, and they 
praised the plumbing, electrics and bathing facilities, as well as the 
modern appliances in the kitchen.

When they had seen around the priory and asked their questions, Anne 
suggested that they took some refreshment in the kitchen, while she 
interviewed them individually.

Anne chose the classroom for the interviews, because a splendid old 
punishment horse was on display, and it had cupboards with an array of 
implements and equipment just waiting to be used at a moment's notice.

The punishment horse was expected to be in constant use at the priory so 
those candidates who showed an interest in it, would stand a much better 
chance of being employed.

Anne also made a special note of the candidates' reactions, to this piece 
of educational apparatus.

"I see that you have noticed the punishment horse," Anne would say after 
noticing them look in its direction.

"Its not often you see one of those," the older ones would remark, often 
with a grin.

"I honestly thought they had been outlawed," one woman said with a hint 
of real horror in her voice, loosing any chance of becoming a teacher at 
Birchwood Grange, though she didn't know it at the time.

"Oh what a beauty! I honestly thought I would never see one again," one 
woman remarked.

"Its such a shame, don't you think?" she continued, looking back at Anne 
with eyes that encouraged her to be frank.

"Yes, I do," Anne, agreed as she warmed to Louisa Baker who she was 
interviewing.

"A punishment horse similar to this, was in constant use when I was at 
school in Yorkshire, and although I was never punished, I enjoyed 
watching the other children struggle to remain still as the teachers 
whipped them astride it," she remarked.

"And the implements! Have you ever used any of them yourself?" Anne asked 
with a sly smile.

"Oh yes," Louisa laughed.

"My younger brother was always getting into to trouble and needing to be 
punished, and because my mother was bedridden she delegated the job to 
me. By the state of his rampant little cock he always seemed to enjoy the 
attention, so I used to whip him between his bottom and thighs with a 
martinet and he really hated that," Louisa said with a smile.

"Also when I was in the employ of the Milburn's, I had the enjoyable task 
of punishing their children. They never interfered, now matter how severe 
I was, and used to enjoy watching as I invented new ways of punishing 
them," Louisa explained, her voice showing signs of excitement.

"What an ideal position!" Anne observed.

"Oh yes. I regularly inspected my brother and the Milburn children for 
cleanliness, and for any signs of 'self abuse' and punished them 
accordingly," Louisa said frankly.

"You participated in their control?" Anne asked.

"When I inspected my brother or the Milburn boy, their cocks would erect 
quickly to my touch." Louisa murmured, her cheeks colouring as she 
remembered all the feelings it brought to the base of her belly.

"Mrs Millburn insisted that I use cuffs on her son, tying them to the 
headboard so he wouldn't be able to touch his cock at night. We also made 
sure that it was uncovered, so there was nothing rubbing against it," she 
said.

Louisa remembering how they had worked together, tying the boy down with 
his cock and balls exposed. They soon succumbed to playing with his 
genitals for hours, using their nails, feathers and fingers, to keep him 
rampant, but not allowing him to spend.

"And how was cleanliness tested?" Anne asked.

"Mrs Milburn was satisfied with just her finger, but Mr Milburn was much 
more direct requiring the children to insert their own fingers, and then 
lick them afterwards. Any unpleasant smell would earn them a sound 
spanking, and an immediate return to the bathroom for another and more 
powerful enema," she explained.

Just remembering the children with their thighs apart so they could push 
their fingers into their little bottoms, made her cheeks glow.

Mr Milburn expected the full length of their fingers to be inserted, then 
sucked. They would look so cute, timidly putting their fingers into their 
mouths and licking them, while their father watched them ready to pounce 
should they hesitate or show any measure of distaste.

"Well! With so many children here, we expect you to keep control by using 
restraints and severe punishment," Anne told her.

"Does that disturb you?" Anne asked.

"Not at all Ma'am. I know no better way," Louisa told her.

"Good!" Anne remarked. "Now! I want you to give me a demonstration of how 
you would examine a child for cleanliness, and then how you would punish 
them," Anne told her.

Anne rose and went over to a cupboard, opening it to reveal her two 
little tarts waiting nervously inside, the pitiful look in their eyes 
indicating that they had overheard the conversation and knew what was 
coming.

"What little darlings!" Louisa gasped, her eyes dancing between the two 
of them.

"Which child would you like me to check for you?" she asked, clearly 
looking forward to the opportunity.

On a whim, Anne chose the girl and pushed her forward before closing the 
door on the boy.

"What's her name?" Louisa asked, rising to go and kneel before the timid 
and nervous little girl, stroking her hair and smiling into her shy dark 
eyes.

"Her name is Hannah, and she is eleven years old," Anne told her.

"Well now! Come here Hannah, let's take off this uniform so we can see 
you better," Louisa urged. The girl whimpered, knowing from her 
experience just what abuse and pain would accompany her unclothing.

Louisa said nothing but continued to smile as she helped the little girl 
remove her uniform, often stopping to complement her, stroking her newly 
exposed flesh, and whispering endearments into her ear to help the 
nervous child calm down.

"Oh, I see you've been examined recently," Louisa noted, remembering that 
there were five candidates who were fiercely competing for the two 
positions available.

It quickened her breath, to see just how tender Hannah's genitals and 
bottom had become, then remembered that she had been asked to examine the 
child, so she pulled her thoughts together in order to appear a little 
more professional.

Anne watched in silence, her excitement hidden from the woman as she 
watched her urge Hannah to lie back and spread her thighs. Her little 
genitals looked divine, the smooth skin made tender and a bright and 
glowing pink by the repeated examinations.

None the less, Louisa had a job to do, so she unfolded the pubescent 
labia, to look within and ensure a fresh and clean pinkness. Gasping when 
she failed to meet with anything resembling a hymen, her finger slid all 
the way in, then slid smoothly out as the whimpering girl's cunt 
moistened wantonly.

"Such a little tart, aren't you?" she breathed, her fingers keeping the 
child's clitoris exposed, while others continued to slide in and out of 
her lovely cunt. Hannah bit her lip and looked away, as her clitoris 
nervously rose from the woman's fingers sliding so smoothly into her, 
bringing on a growing tingle of the sensations still to come.

Removing the finger, Louisa lifted it to her nose, smelling the whole 
length of glittering digit before she put it into her mouth to purr as 
she licked the flavour off.

"Lift your thighs!" she urged.

Having got used to the pleasures of her mistresses fingers, Hannah
Lifted up her thighs without resistance.

"That's a good girl," Louisa said as her eyes darting to the child's face 
for a moment before returning to her anus, now perfectly exposed between 
the cheeks of her pretty little bottom. It was wrinkled with dark 
bruising, flinching and opening at the lightest touch.

She slid her finger smoothly into the child's bottom and turned it, 
feeling the smoothness of her colon.

"Have you got anything else that I can test her with?" Louisa asked 
softly, her heart hammering in the hope that there would be; terrible 
tools she had often dreamt of, but never seen, items that others had 
described to her, thinking to frighten her.

Anne nodded and brought a rolled up holdall of canvas to her side, 
untying it and unrolling the fabric so all the items, each in their own 
little pocket, was displayed. Louisa looked at them and licked her lips.

She chose the speculum, recognising it more easily than some of the other 
tools. Her finger slid out of the young girl's bruised little anus only 
to be replaced by the large speculum.

Just the thought of watching the girl being buggered made Louisa wet 
herself in excitement. Hannah whimpered but was ignored by Louisa, who 
forced her tender anus wide apart.

"Have you anything I can use to tighten her anus again?" Louisa asked.

Anne did, and Louisa carefully applied it, rubbing it well into the 
child's rectum, watching with interest as the colon began to close.

"I shall need to test it again now," Louisa said, licking her lips in 
eager anticipation.

"Oh dear!" Anne told her.

"This is all I have," she announced, holding up hard leather harness to 
which had been sown a dried dog's penis.

Spellbound, Louisa stood and removed her clothes. Without a word or 
outward expression, Anne knelt to help her into the harness, acting as 
her maid to ensure the straps were tight. She then turned to the girl and 
pushed her over, dragging her reluctantly to a chair so she could kneel 
on the floor in front of it and bury her crying wet face into the seat.

It made a strange tableau, to see Anne holding the girl's head down into 
the seat while watching intently as Louisa placed the thick end of the 
stuffed dog's penis to the child's anus.

A hand under her belly kept the young girl up, sobbing and shaking as she 
waited.

Louisa was entranced and took the child's hip in her hands, helping her 
drive the thing into the child's anus, the pressure against her clitoris 
making her groan with pleasure.

She had heard of such devices, but never worn one before, let alone used 
one. Now it was all happening at once, the thing fitted to her so 
perfectly that it pressed adoringly to her pubis sending swift pleasures 
deep into her groin as she pushed against the unyielding entrance of 
Hannah's little bottom.

Pushing harder, grunting with all the effort, she invaded the tight 
little anus and enjoyed the wail of pain the girl gave up to them.

Louisa was in heaven and drew back quickly so she could push her way 
inwards again, delighting on the pressure on her own cunt.

"Is it good?" Anne asked, sensing from the look on Louisa's face that it 
was.

"Divine!" Louisa panted, looking down at the little figure she held 
before her, trembling with the fierce pleasure it brought on, the 
excitement further aroused by how tight Hannah's anus really was.

"Let me see! Part your legs," Anne ordered. Louisa gasped but obeyed, her 
eyes wide and trembling with the onslaught of excitement.

When had she been fondled last, just like a child is tested for her 
arousal? She thought. Long and knowing fingers slid in between her thighs 
to feel the rounded lips of her cunt, each pulled to the side of the 
leather harness. Sobbing her pleasure, she pushed the dog's penis hard 
into Hannah's anus and flung her head back as her pleasure swept over 
her.

The girl's sobs had brought it on, but the feel of the penis pressed upon 
her pubis, and the woman's fingers sliding along the wet leather band 
between her legs, had all helped ignite her delight.

"Very good," Anne murmured, sliding her wet fingers away.

"I shall forgo an exhibition of your punishment abilities. You may wait 
in the kitchen for our final decision," she said.

******

"What a splendid punishment horse!" another of the candidates said, a 
much older woman who looked more like the classic matron than any of the 
others did.

Her name was Amy Park and the last candidate to be interviewed. She had 
been in service since the age of twelve with a number of wealthy 
families, sometimes as a cook and sometimes if she was very lucky as a 
nurse, nanny or governess.

"I see from your references, that you are in service as a cook," Anne 
noted.

"Yes, but it's not what I enjoy doing. I would much prefer to be working 
with children," Amy explained.

"I see, but the children here are unlikely to be the well behaved little 
angels you have been used to working with," Anne warned her.

"How would you deal with them?" Anne asked with interest.

"In my opinion, children don't always need to be naughty in order to be 
punished, it all depends on my mood," Amy said, her voice showing signs 
of excitement.

"I see! How would you handle this boy?" Anne asked as she released Jeremy 
from the cupboard, and then dragged him towards Amy, who now had a look 
of real delight on her face.

"Oh what a handsome young man! What's your name?" Amy asked.

"Jeremy, Miss," he said nervously.

"How old are you Jeremy?" Amy asked.

"Thirteen Miss," he replied.

Smiling, Amy pulled him close and then grabbing a hold of his tight 
shorts pulled them roughly down and off, looking somewhat surprised when 
she saw he wasn't wearing any underpants.

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, seeing all the marks that crisscrossed his 
loins.

She made him turn around several times, amazed to see just how sore his 
cock and balls, thighs and bottom had become, from the frenzied abuse of 
all the other candidates.

Turning him again she licked her lips, nodding appreciatively as she saw 
all the welts and bright bands of colour that now decorated his handsome 
little bottom.

"Well?" Anne prompted.

After roughly caressing his bottom, Amy turned him around to get a better 
view of his cock that was now starting to stand to attention under her 
expert manipulation.

"You could rub an irritants into here," she announced, as she roughly 
manipulating his cock and balls. "There are also ointments that would 
keep his cock hard, long enough for a good ride," she chuckled.

She continued by pinching and squeezing his balls, and then reached 
between his thighs to grab a hold of his cock.

"He would become my toy; and punished should he fail to pleasure me 
enough," she explained.

When Anne opened another cupboard, this time revealing a selection of 
restraints, torture implements and punishment tools, Amy's face lit up 
and she thought she was in heaven.

In moments, Amy had selected a broad collar for the boy to wear, one 
which allowed his cuffed wrists to be fastened to it. She then took one 
of the smaller anal plugs and tied a length of cord to it before pulling 
the unwilling boy over her lap and roughly inserting it into his anus.

Once the plug was firmly in his bottom, he was made to rise and stand 
still while she tied the other end of the cord to his thigh, roughly mid 
way between towards his knee.

Alice, who'd failed to understand what the cord was for, immediately 
understood as the other end was tied off, and smiled as Amy made the 
young boy walk around the classroom.

Every step Jeremy took, his left foot pulled the cord and, in doing so, 
pulled the base of the anal plug. Walking with difficulty as the top 
irritated him deep inside his rectum, the additional sensations had him 
panting and shuffling his feet; his face burning red as his cock swiftly 
rose into hardness.

"Remarkable!" Anne agreed.

Amy blushed and retrieved a second cord, this time tying it to his other 
thigh, then to the base of his cock so it would bring the boy even more 
uncontrollable sensations.

They then watched excitedly as he walked around with difficulty, all the 
time commenting on the alternatives they could use.

Panting from his nearness to spending, Jeremy stopped and started to 
quake. He knew only to well from his short time at St Saviour's that 
spending without permission would be severely punished, and yet to stop 
would earn him one as well.

Sensing that the punishment he would receive for stopping might be less 
painful than for spending without permission, he stopped and began to 
cry.

"Oh! How delightful," Amy grinned.

"He must know that he is about to be punished for stopping," Anne 
observed.

"Yes! But he was probably about to spend without permission, so took the 
less painful option," Anne observed.

"In that case he needs to learn how I punish clever little tarts!" Amy 
told her.

Rolling up her sleeves she went to another cupboard, one that held an 
arsenal of correctional implements, such as rods, whips, straps and 
canes.

Taking into consideration that his bottom was already sore from the   
punishments given by the other candidates, she chose a soft leather 
strap.

Weeping where he stood, his wrists shackled to the collar around his 
neck, Jeremy reacted surprisingly well to seeing that she had chosen a 
strap, that is of course until Anne intervened not satisfied with his 
smirkness.

"Do you want him on the horse?" Anne asked.

"No!" Amy said shaking her head.

Amy just walked up behind the weeping boy and, without laying a hand on 
him, delivered the first stroke across his tender bottom. With a squeal, 
he jumped forward and, in doing so, had both the anal plug and his cock 
suddenly jerked by the cords.

The sensations took his breath away, leaving him bending his thighs 
slightly, staring out in front of him as the sensations slowly died.

Before they could fully go, Amy was striking him again, as harshly as she 
had the first time, this strike bringing a whole new bright glow to the 
dull red of tender flesh.

Jeremy screamed, jerking forward and made breathless again. His cock 
raged in front of him, an angry red and visibly pulsing.

"Open you thighs boy!" Amy called.

Crying uncontrollably he obeyed, his head turning to beg the woman to be 
lenient.

Amy grinned and took two steps forward, swinging the strap upwards from 
low down and aiming at the tender area between his thighs.

It landed, the tip flattening the underside of his little balls, the rest 
striking flesh previous missed.

His eyes shot wide, then the scream came, a scream of agony that had him 
stretching, almost jumping, upwards. And as he stretched, pulling on the 
cords, his scream was changed into a strangled cry.

His eyes closed but tears continuing to flow, his young cock jerked with 
each searing spurt of seed that left him.

"What a waste!" Amy sighed, her hands on her hips.

She pushed the sobbing boy to his knees and, taking the back of his head 
forced his mouth down to the splattered pools of seed, forcing him to 
lick it up while she watched, grinning with pleasure.

******

After consulting Victoria and Simon, who had watched the interviews 
discreetly, Anne was satisfied that by appointing Louisa Baker and Amy 
Park as their teachers, the children would be quickly persuaded to accept 
the harsh realities of life at Birchwood Grange.