Waiting to be sentenced

‘Mr Smith you will be taken back to the cells to await sentencing having been found guilty of the crime of defacing public property through the removal of the posters announcing the introduction of the new public order offences which forbid the gathering of groups of 20 or more males without female chaperones. This legislation has been enacted to curb the sort of behaviour that you have been brought before this court for and as such I will consult the full sentencing options that this new law gives me. Guards take him away, strip him and use the heavy manacles on him’ Judge Parker says to Ken as he is standing in the dock in front of her cursing the fact that one of his friends had posted a video on the web which had led to him getting caught tearing down all of these posters as a dare.

‘It is bad luck for you boy that you have been put up before Judge Parker on her last day on the bench as she has been handing down the harshest possible sentences to make a statement’ one of the guards says with a smile as she is leading Ken down to the basement of the court house, ‘but it’s good for us because it’s fun to strip and manacle a prisoner which we don’t get the chance to do very often’ she finishes while pushing Ken into a small holding cell.

‘Normally we would give you the opportunity to undress yourself but Judge Parker was explicit in her instructions that we were to strip you so you will stand in the centre of the cell’ the second guard says and they both advance on Ken with scissors.

‘It is unlikely you will need your clothes again so we may as well cut them off’ the guard says with a mocking laugh in her voice. It doesn’t take the two guards long to strip Ken of ever item of clothing and the two of them walk round and round him appraising his body when he is naked.

‘I’ve heard that the new law includes the provision for public canings and floggings, I’ll bet that this is what Judge Parker is looking at but wouldn’t it be amazing to see this bottom or back thrashed in front of the town hall’ one of the guards muses as she is tapping away at Ken’s bottom with her hand. Ken couldn’t believe that this was possible and imagined that the guards were just trying to frighten him.

‘Oh yes and didn’t Judge Parker already sentence a prostitute to a public caning this morning?’ the other guard says.

‘Yes I think you are right, twenty strokes wasn’t it? I hope the punishment doesn’t take place until we are off shift as she did have the most delicious little arse and I bet there would be a huge audience to see it torn apart by the cane’ the guard says having seen how nervous Ken had become with the conversation they were having.

‘’I wonder how you get onto the punishment detail’ her colleague says.

‘I don’t know but I sure as hell would like to be on it if this one is going to be caned or flogged too’ the second guard says as she is fitting the heavy iron collar around Ken’s neck and screwing it into position. Her colleague is replacing the handcuffs on Ken’s wrists with heavy iron shackles and together they chain the shackles on his wrists to the collar on his neck with enough chain to give him some movement but any movement was very hard work because of the weight of the chains.

‘I suggest that you sit down and wait to be taken back to the court. Any trouble that you cause will be reported to Judge Parker and will inevitably reflected in your sentence whatever that is’ the guards say as they are leaving the cell and locking it. There is one hard wooden bench in the cell and as Ken is sitting on it he can’t help but think about the possibility of a public caning and whether he would be able to sit down comfortable ever again if that was his sentence. Every guard that walked past the cell either with another prisoner or on their won looked in at Ken and the prisoners looked at him with pity but the guards had a look of glee on their faces.  There was a clock on the wall opposite to Ken and the seconds seemed to be taking minutes and the minutes felt like hours but eventually the two guards who had brought him down to the cell were opening the door.

‘It’s time for your sentence to be revealed boy’ they say with smiles on their faces. Ken wasn’t given any clothes to cover his modesty and he had to fight with the heavy chains as he was marched back to the court house.

‘I hope that the removal of your clothes and the heavy shackles have stripped you of your arrogance Mr Smith but if not I am sure that the sentence I am about to deliver will do just that. You are hereby sentenced to receive five strokes of the cane for each of the seven posters you were identified as having removed. This punishment will be carried out at 6pm tonight in front of the town hall. Guards you will keep the prisoner naked and shackled until he is collected for the punishment’ Judge Parker announces and Ken is not able to do anything other than stand in the dock with his mouth open in shock.

‘What a clever time to hold the punishments as many people will just have finished work so the audience could be massive and it will definitely include me’ one of the guards says, ‘and me’ the other one quickly adds. Ken is taken to another holding cell where a girl is already waiting and on the bars of the cell hangs a message.

“Prisoners to be caned” is all that it says and the girl is similarly shackled.

‘No talking’ was the instruction as the guards were leaving the cell and Ken certainly didn’t feel like talking and neither did the girl by the look of it as they looked at each other sadly and then the dropped their heads to hide in their own thoughts and fears. It was not as long a wait until they were both collected and taken in an underground tunnel from the court house to the town hall where they were left in another holding room but their fear was increased horribly by the other occupant of the room as it was a woman practising her caning on a pillow attached to the back of a chair.

The woman herself was the epitome of efficiency in her smart uniform but it was the crack of the cane as it crashed into the pillow and the way that it seemed to cut the pillow in half with each crack that caused the fear to grow into a knot that made it nearly impossible to take a breath. After the woman leaves the room both of the offenders look at each other and the fear is mirrored on their faces.

‘You are first girl’ a guard says and she almost has to drag the girl out of the room leaving Ken alone with his growing fear and the fact that he can’t hear anything only heightens the fear and this fear becomes absolute terror when the girl is helped back into the room by two guards with tears streaming down her face and a bottom that is heavily cut and bruised.

‘On your knees girl’ the guards say pushing the girl down to her knees and she puts her hand on the ground raising her bottom from her heels.

‘It’s your turn boy’ the guards say and with greater calm than he thought possible Ken walked over to the guards and allowed himself to be led out of the room and to the large platform that had been erected at the front of the town hall where the woman with the cane was waiting next to a trestle frame constructed from heavy wood. Ken also noticed the large screens that were standing at each corner of the square and on these his name and details of the crime and sentence were displayed for the large audience. The shackles were finally removed from Ken and the guards bent him over the trestle with his arms pulled forward and up to a set of leather cuffs that were hanging from the front spars of the trestle and then his legs were spread to the back legs of the trestle and fixed into leather cuffs on these legs. The position Ken was in saw him looking directly at one of the big screens and the text announcing his name, crime and sentence disappeared to be replaced by a split screen one part of which showed his face and the other his bottom both in crystal clarity.

‘The sentence of thirty strokes of the cane will now be administered’ one of the guards announces loudly and clearly while the woman with the cane steps forward and measures the cane across Ken’s bottom.

‘Crack’ the first stroke lands and Ken can’t drag his eyes from the screen which shows how far the cane compresses his bottom and how it is held there like a poker and then the intensity of the welt when the cane is drawn back.

‘Stroke one’ the guard announces and the second stroke is upon Ken and he is still looking at the screen even though it is a frightening sight. Ken hasn’t realised that he’s been holding his breath until it is expelled in a spluttering sound after the second stroke lands.

‘Stroke two’ is the call and Ken is already in more pain than he’s ever felt in his life but the punishment has barely even started and it is this realisation that brings the sharp cry with the third stroke and there is a loud murmur from the audience at this.

‘Stroke three’ is the call and Ken has finally dropped his eyes from the screen and his head is hanging down heavily but each crack of the cane brings it back up and as it’s then going down he sees the damage that is being inflicted to his bottom. It is a fiery red all over by half way through the caning with vivid purple stripes from the earlier strokes and there is a loud cheer from the audience when the first stroke draws blood with a trail lazily making its way down from the centre of Ken’s bottom on to his thighs. This had come from the point where strokes crossed each other and as the caning continued there were more and more of these points leaving Ken’s bottom in a similar state to the girls when she’d been brought back into the room.

‘Stroke twenty nine’ Ken hears eventually so he knows that the punishment is nearly over  and moments later the final stroke had landed across his bottom and almost symbolically the cane breaks in two just like his bottom had been broken.

‘Stroke thirty and the punishment has now been completed’ was the call and the big screen moved from the split screen to an image of his bottom only and through the tears Ken didn’t see any white skin just purple stripes, fiery red areas and blood. As the guards released his hands from the cuffs they dropped down like lead weights and he was almost bent double over the trestle giving an even better view to the audience of his bottom. When his legs were released and he was pulled to his feet he was as unsteady as the girl had been and he was almost carried back into the room where the girl was still kneeling with her bottom held high. Ken was pushed down to his knees beside the girl and he raises his bottom off of his heels as it was too painful to have any contact.

‘You will be released from your sentence in due course’ the guards say.

Unfair sentence

“You shameless little whore. You shall be taken from here to the Market Square where you shall be stripped naked and flogged. You shall receive two hundred lashes. Hangman, I charge you to pay particular attention to this thieving little slut. Scourge her soundly; scourge her till the blood runs! I want to see you draw blood with every stroke of the whip; see that I am not disappointed. You shall then take the slut to the House of Correction, where she shall spend six months with hard labour.”

I was the hangman tasked with carrying out this sadistic sentence and having been following the case with interest it was obvious that there was something else going on in this case because the original offence didn’t merit this savagery. I went down to the cells where the young woman was being held prior to the punishment being inflicted and she was sitting on the floor with her head in her hands. She was very neatly dressed and even with the dejected look on her face she was a pretty thing helped by the long golden locks that were flowing down her back. I dismissed the guard that was standing outside the cell and sat down on the bunk beside her.

‘What have you done to upset the Judge?’ I ask.

‘I can’t tell you’ the woman says obviously fearful of what will happen to her if the Judge finds out that she has talked.

‘You have nothing to fear from telling me what really happened because I know that there is something going on because he only gives those sorts of judgements when he is personally implicated in the case’ I say as the woman is looking up at me.

‘I was working in a local brothel that the Judge frequents regularly and as the newest girl he repeatedly raped and buggered me leaving me pregnant with his child and when he found out he demanded that I have the child destroyed. I refused to do this so he had the Madam set me up on a charge of theft by another client and his sentence is designed to ensure that the child is destroyed either by your flogging or during my time at the House of Correction so that there is no lasting evidence of his use of the brothel’ the woman explains and I can well believe it to be true because my position gives me access to lots of information. I know that the enemies of this particular Judge have been gathering all sorts of information on him because I’ve been a conduit for much of this and they are currently plotting how to use this information against him even though he is one of the most powerful people in the country.

‘Thank you I believe what you have said and I will try to make this flogging as gentle as I can get away with and will then ensure that your time in the House of Correction is safe. Take this flask of whisky and drink it all before you are led out to the whipping post. When I hood you for your flogging you will find another flask of whisky in the top of the hood and there will be a tube from this going into your mouth so drink it during the flogging to dull the worst of the pain’ I explain.

‘Why are you doing this for me? If the Judge sees that his sentence is not carried out fully then he will have you destroyed like he is trying to do to me’ the woman says.

‘I am doing this because I will not carry out the sick work of covering up his indiscretions and don’t worry before too long he will not be in a position to have anyone destroyed’ I say handing over the flask of whisky to the woman and she downs it in one before giving it back to me.

‘Bring that slut to me in twenty minutes’ I say to the guards while I head off to the square in front of the courthouse to prepare for the flogging. On my way I stop in my room to refill the flask of whisky and put it in a pouch at the top of the hood before connecting up the tube to it and running this down the front of the hood. As normal on a day when sentences are being delivered in court there is a large crowd outside the courthouse waiting for any sentence to be carried out because they are always carried out publicly and when they see me stepping out onto the platform with my whips they know that they are in for some action and almost magically the crowd multiplies.

A clamour of excitement goes through the crowd when they see the pretty young woman being dragged out by the two male guards who forcibly strip her before tying her wrists and securing the ropes high up on the whipping post stretching out her naked body giving me the best target and the audience the best view. I fold the woman’s long golden locks up onto the top of her head to completely expose her back and fit the hood over the top of this ensuring that the tube from the hood is discretely lodged in the side of her mouth.

‘By the order of the court this woman is sentenced to receive two hundred lashes with the cat and six months in the House of Correction with hard labour for the offence of theft’ I announce to the crowd.

I pick up the whip and inspect each of the long, hard tails with the biting knots along the length of the tails spotting the Judge watching on from the courtroom window during an intermission in his trials for the day. His position meant that he would have a perfect view of the woman’s back so that he could see that his instruction was carried out and for this reason I made the first four dozen lashes vicious tearing long cuts in the pale skin of the woman’s upper back and shoulders and curling round onto her sides and breasts. Each of these draws piercing, shrill screams from the woman and cheers from the watching crowd. After these the woman slips into unconsciousness and normally she would have been revived immediately but because I knew the Judge could not see this I didn’t have her revived until we were half way through the flogging. I signalled for the guards to step forward to douse the woman with buckets of ice cold water and this revived her with another loud scream.

As this was happening I took the opportunity to have a drink of water and during this I checked to see if the Judge was still watching the punishment but he wasn’t so I resumed the flogging but with gentler strokes although not so gentle that the watching crowd noticed. I had avoided hitting low down on the woman’s back and wrapping the whip round onto her stomach but her upper back, shoulders, bottom, thighs and breasts were scourged with marks just in case the Judge paid her a visit in the House of Correction to see that his sentence had been carried out although I doubted that he would do so as it was a very dangerous place for him to be given the number of people he’d put there who would not care about the consequences for themselves if he appeared.

By the end of the flogging the woman has almost passed out again and when her wrists are cut down from the top of the post she collapses down onto the ground. I remove the hood from her head and put it in my pocket so that I can get the flask out afterwards. I am responsible for delivering the woman to the House of Correction so I pull her to her feet and basically carry her naked form back into the courthouse and then the fairly short distance to the House of Correction where the Head Warden is waiting for us.

‘If this woman is harassed in any way by you, your staff, fellow inmates or visitors then you will pay a very high price. Remember that I know all about what really happened to your wife and about your lovers both male and female’ I state decisively as I hand the woman over.

‘It will be done’ the Head Warden responds through tightly gritted teeth obviously regretting that he will not be able to get his hands on this fresh piece of meat once she has recovered from the effects of the flogging as I have clearly staked my ownership to him and he knows that I have all the information that I need to destroy him. I visit the woman every week to check that she is not being harmed and clearly the Head Warden has taken my threat seriously because she is on the lightest possible of hard labour assignments and with each visit her bump is getting more prominent. I talk to the woman during each visit and I get the sense that she isn’t quite what she seems and this is confirmed when she eventually reveals her original name to me.

When I found out her name it was obvious why she had taken a new name and a new life as much as she could because she was from an aristocratic background but the rest of her family had been wiped out when she was just a baby during the revolution. I did a bit more digging after this and found that the family assets were still in existence but they are held in exile so I decided that it was time to get her out of the country where she could resume her former life. It was also time for me to get out of the country because my knowledge of the peccadilloes of all the Judges and members of the Judiciary system were coming dangerously close to the surface and there has already been one warning for me with the assassination of one of the members of the torture chamber who had shared some information with the wrong people.

Bought at auction

Scotland gained its independence from the United Kingdom following a series of governments that did not have popular support and the new ruling party in Scotland was one that subscribed to the belief in Female supremacy and the laws that were enacted reflected this belief. It was Ken’s misfortune that he was caught drunk in public the day after the law restricting the consumption of alcohol was brought into force and within twenty four hours he had appeared before the courts and been sentenced.

Ken received a three part sentence that started with a televised caning of twenty four strokes and this was followed by six months in a penal reformatory and the final part of the sentence was five years of slavery after which Ken would either be freed or his owner could petition the authorities to have his slavery extended for anything between another five years and indefinitely, Ken was now approaching the end of his sentence in the penal reformatory which had been very hard going as it was based around hard physical labour with stringent punishments. Ken’s details as a potential slave have been entered into the register for the upcoming public auction by the staff of the penal reformatory using the skills and conduct he had shown during the six month sentence. As a result of the hard physical labour that Ken had endured he was in much better physical condition at the end of his sentence than he had been at the start of it.

On the morning of the auction Ken, and about a dozen others, were given a pair of trunks to wear that covered their modesty but little else. They were all handcuffed and this was connected to a heavy chain that encircled the waist and another heavy chain linked the party together before they were marched through the streets to the large public square that had been created in front of the city hall. This was to be the first public auction for slaves that had been held under the new regime and a large crowd had already assembled in the square even though the auction was not due to start until the afternoon. Ken and his fellow prospective slaves were marched up onto a stage where they were brought to a halt by the guards who proceeded to release them from each other and take a chain that was dangling from one of the posts on the stage and clip this to the chain around the waist allowing some movement.

Only women were permitted to own slaves and those who were registered as prospective buyers were entitled to come up onto the stage to carry out any inspection of the slaves that they wished to make and this included having the guards remove the trunks so that everything could be inspected and this certainly happened to Ken and there seemed to be a lot of interest in him to judge from the number of people that looked him up and down like a head of cattle at the nearby market. A file had been placed on the back of the post and this acted almost like an owner’s manual and a few times Ken could hear the guard being asked a question about him but he could never hear the answer. As the hours to the auction passed more and more women came to inspect the slaves and the audience of men and women grew. There were lots of police circulating through the crowd and on another stage in front of the slaves there was a whipping post and regularly Ken could see the police taking someone up there for a swift and severe punishment as that had become part of the law during his time in the penal reformatory.

‘Ladies we now come to the first of the prospective slaves from the penal reformatory and this one will be of particular interest to you as he has a minimum sentence of five years so could be used for large scale projects. Also this particular prospective slave is the youngest and his record from the penal reformatory indicates that he will be the fittest in the auction today. He has been working on building and ground clearance projects while in the penal reformatory and his disciplinary report shows him to be someone that is accustomed to the lash and the cane but he is manageable and slaves from the penal reformatory come with the added advantage that you have the threat of returning them there to ensure obedience’ the auctioneer announces as Ken has been brought to the front of the stage by two guards who connect him to another post for the duration of the auction.

It becomes obvious to Ken that there are two women who are interested in owning him and this drives the price up and this scares him as they will want to recoup this outlay. In the end one of the women drops out and Ken is taken back to his post to await the end of the auction but before that he is able to see his new owner walking away with an official from the government presumably to complete the formalities of her purchase. Ken had been the fifth slave to be auctioned so he had quite a while to wait before the auction was completed and there was one unfortunate who did not sell and he faced the prospect of being owned by the government until such time as someone bought him and no doubt this would be horrible so in a way Ken was grateful that he had been bought even though he was terrified at the prospect. When the auction was finally completed the slaves were taken down from the stage one at a time and led into the basement of the city hall where there new owners were waiting for them. Ken’s first mistake was to look at his new owner when he was taken into the basement and this mistake was immediately met with a hard slap across his face.

‘You will not look me in the face without permission to do so, your eyes should always be cast down to my feet when you are in my presence unless I instruct you otherwise’ Ken’s new owner barks in a very sharp west coast accent, ‘for that disobedience I am going to have the guard administer twenty lashes with her whip to your back and this will fulfil a secondary objective of seeing just how you react under the lash’ she continues.

‘Hands up against the bars slave and keep a tight grip’ the guard barks before uncoiling and snapping her whip through the air. Ken obeys the order and doesn’t have to wait for long before the first lash lands across his back with fierce power.

‘A silent type I see’ Ken’s new owner says after there is no sound from Ken with the first lash.

‘Yes Ma’am it has always taken a lot to get this particular slave to cry out and if you want my advice make sure that your punishments, and he will need lots of punishment, are always at the severe end of the scale and remember as an inmate of a penal reformatory he is used to routine and heavy punishments’ the guard says.

‘Thank you for the advice and have no fear the regimen that the slave will face will be a match for the one he faced in the penal reformatory’ Ken’s new owner says as the guard returns to whipping Ken. The guard takes her time with the whipping but eventually it is over and Ken is instructed to turn around and this time his eyes are on the floor.

‘You seem to be a quick learner slave and this is good. I hope that it continues for your own sake. For now you do not need to know my name as you will refer to me as Mistress at all times do you understand me?’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Yes Mistress I understand’ Ken answers.

‘Do you wish me to put an ownership mark on the slave for you before I hand the keys to his shackles over to you?’ the guard asks.

‘No that will not be necessary thank you as I will apply a suitable mark when we reach my property’ Ken’s new owner says.

‘Very well Ma’am I am hereby handing over the slave to your ownership but remember it only takes one phone call to the local police to have him returned to the penal reformatory should he cause you any problems’ the guard says handing over the keys.

‘Thank you. I am sure that he will cause me no problems whatsoever’ Ken’s new owner says as she is fitting the handcuffs and attaching them to the chain encircling Ken’s waist.

Private justice

I am a freelance investigative journalist and have had work published in a range of magazines and newspapers around the world. During the course of an investigation that I am undertaking I was given details of a private members club in Scotland where ‘justice’ is delivered outside of the formal judicial system. My information indicates that the club is a female only establishment and it is rumoured that the form of punishment used is corporal punishment and that the offenders are made up of people caught by the police for a range of different offences who are given the opportunity of being punished without gaining a criminal record. Although the information had been given to me anonymously I’m sure that the person who had passed the information to me hoped that I would write a piece exposing the club and bringing it down but that wouldn’t be my intention as I have always held a deep personal and professional interest in corporal punishment. I’ve regularly wondered about what it must be like to receive it as a judicial sentence and in the course of investigations in the Middle East I have seen it being applied.

I put the information to one side as I completed my existing investigation and wrote the piece up but once I got the chance to study it I was able to corroborate some of it without too much difficulty which suggested that it might be accurate. I therefore decided that I was going to do a general piece on judicial corporal punishment and not a damaging piece on this particular club however I did want to get to know the workings of this club because of my personal interest in the subject matter. I build up a relationship with one of the women who I have been told is a member of the club and this quickly turns from a social into a sexual relationship during which I subtly hint at my interest in all aspects of corporal punishment. Tamsin doesn’t do anything about these hints for a while and I am not prepared to push them too firmly but after a few months Tamsin tells me that she has a surprise in store for me asking me to be dressed smartly and waiting in my flat for her one Tuesday evening at 7pm.

‘Please place this blindfold on Katherine because I want your surprise to be total’ Tamsin says having turned up at my flat shortly before 7pm looking beautiful as ever in a very smart suit. It is a strange feeling being led to Tamsin’s car and then driven blindfolded but one that I didn’t mind too much and I certainly didn’t do anything to try and remove the blindfold or see round it. Tamsin helped me out of the car and led me into what I presumed was a house or a hotel and it was certainly lovely and warm. Only when we were safely inside did Tamsin step up to me and remove the blindfold and I saw that we were in a very lavishly decorated room. Looking discretely around the room I saw that I was in amongst the cream of Scottish female society and felt somewhat out of place so it was just as well that Tamsin stayed very close to me with her hand clasped tightly in mine. Beauty, wealth and power were all represented in the room and Tamsin, in her late-twenties, appeared to be one of the youngest members while the redoubtable Lady Fairbairn was probably the oldest.

After a short time with some food and drink we all made our way through to another room where Lady Fairbairn took up a position on a raised stage flanked on either side by another member of the group. Apart from this stage the only other furniture in the room was a very well used looking whipping bench set up in the centre of the floor. Without any further delay a very nervous looking young woman was led in from a side door and brought to a halt by two very stern young women who looked like they could well be off duty police officers. The offender was dressed in a very tight pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt and she was carrying a card in front of her which gave details of her offence.

“Drink driver” was what was written on this particular card. All three members of the bench questioned her briefly to ascertain the extent of her offence, guilt already having been established, before pronouncing their sentence against which there would seem to be no possible appeal.

‘Twenty strokes of the cane’ came the announcement and the two escorting women led the girl over to the bench and pulled her shorts down to her knees before bending her over the bench and securing her with the aid of leather straps so that she had absolutely no hope of escape and very little scope for movement throughout her ordeal. One of the escorting officers collected a cane from the side of the bench and it looked frightening to me as it must have been about four feet long and nearly half an inch thick. I was utterly engrossed by the proceedings that were taking place in front of me almost as if I was in some dream world but as soon as the first stroke cracked across the bottom of the offender I was brought back to reality and involuntarily clenched my own cheeks together. It left an immediate red line across the bottom and drew a yelp from the girl and if anything they got harder after this first one and by the half way point the entire surface of the bottom looked very red and sore. At the half way point the cane was passed to the other escorting officer who worked from the opposite side and the cries from the offender were very loud but amazingly blood was not drawn.

I’d continued to clench my cheeks with each stroke as I wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end. In many ways I wanted to find out but in many others the thought of it petrified me. Tamsin seemed to be reading my mind and she kept squeezing my hand. There were another half dozen punishments administered and they were all as severe as the first caning had been but they were not all carried out with the cane as for some a tawse was used and for others a wooden paddle was the implement but in all cases it was the same escorting officers who administered the punishments to both male and female miscreants splitting the punishment evenly between them.

Apart from thinking what would it be like to be punished in this way I wanted to get to talk to any of the offenders as I was sure that it would have been an effective punishment and deterrent which was what I wanted to convey in the article that I was researching but I knew that if I did that then Tamsin would know that I was a journalist and would probably not believe that I wasn’t out to harm the club. Before we left the venue Tamsin blindfolded me again so that I didn’t know where we had been but it also made me feel even more turned on and Tamsin kept the blindfold on as she took me into my flat and straight through to the bedroom. Tamsin was much more dominant with me that night and even gave my bottom a couple of gentle smacks which I really enjoyed as Tamsin would notice from my moans but she didn’t go any further leaving me very frustrated.

Tamsin is a very successful businesswoman and regularly travels to America and Europe as part of her work and on one of her trips she picks up one of the top news magazines in which the cover story is the one that I’d been working on when initially told about the club. It was an article that generated a lot of interest in the media but I didn’t think that it would have held much interest for Tamsin although if she did pick up the magazine then she couldn’t fail to recognise me as my photograph was at the head of the article. Tamsin played it cool on her return from America giving me absolutely no clue that she had read the article and therefore knew my profession so when she blindfolded me and took me to another meeting I didn’t think anything of it. I again watched another set of very severe punishments and it was only at the end of it that I realised that something was wrong because Tamsin led me in front of the bench and announced to everyone that I was a journalist using the article in the magazine as her proof.

From here everything happened so fast that I didn’t get a chance to say anything as Tamsin and a couple of others were soon stripping me completely naked and searching every item of clothing for tape recorders, cameras or notebooks none of which they would find as I didn’t have any with me. From behind me the escorting officers took hold of my arms and marched me over to the bench and very quickly they had me fastened down over it.

‘Twenty four strokes of the cane’ I heard from the bench and I was petrified and couldn’t summon up the voice to say anything. I was more scared now than I’d ever been and that included when doing some difficult undercover investigations. I felt the cane tapping against my bottom and tried to prepare myself for the first stroke but because I’d never been punished in my life before I didn’t know what to expect. Suddenly there was a loud crack as the cane connected with my bottom and the pain was immediate and worse than anything I could remember. As my brain was coming to terms with it the second bolt of lightning hit my bottom and this time I cried out with the pain. Quickly I lost count of the strokes and even when they started to land from the other side I wasn’t really aware of it as the pain was so overwhelming. I felt as if my bottom was being cut to ribbons but from what I’d seen on both visits I was sure that this wasn’t the case. Eventually there were no more explosions on my bottom or in my brain and I just lay over the bench trying to gather some strength and stop the tears from flowing but I could do neither.

I was blindfolded by Tamsin again and led out to her car and I tried to apologise and explain but she told me to be quiet and ignored me so I guessed that I’d lost her friendship as well as everything else. I inspected the damage to my bottom as soon as I was back in my flat and it was covered with dark red stripes and felt incredibly hard and hot to the touch. Something about it turned me on though and I had to play with myself and I knew deep down that I would have to seek out further punishment in the future although possibly not at quite that intensity. Having gone through the experience I now had my own practical experience to relate to the article that I was writing and this provided the spur that I needed to complete the article. I was intending to email the completed article to Tamsin by way of explanation in a couple of days time once she’d had a chance to cool off but in the end it turned out not to be necessary because Tamsin turned up at the front door of my flat one afternoon holding a tawse in her hands.

‘You have been punished for betraying the club but you have not been punished for using and betraying me personally so I am going to rectify that situation now. I want you utterly naked and face down on your bed’ Tamsin says sharply.

‘Before you punish me Tamsin I would like you to read something’ I say before collecting the draft article from my desk in the lounge. Tamsin sat down on the dressing table stool to read the article and as she was reading I was stripping and lying down on the bed facing Tamsin. I watch the look of surprise coming over her face as she is reading.

‘That is the article that I was intending to write not a destructive piece about the club but you didn’t give me the chance to explain last week. I accept though that I should have been honest with you at the start so I guess that I did use you although I hope that you now see that I wasn’t going to betray you’ I say with a mix of hope and fear in my voice.

‘Yes Katherine I can now see that you were not trying to betray me or the club however you have used me so I am still going to punish you and I want a copy of this article and your CV as well’ Tamsin responds and I was actually pleased that she was still going to punish me. I printed off another copy of the article and also my CV for Tamsin before returning to the bedroom where Tamsin had placed my pillows in the centre of the bed and I was instructed to get myself over them.

Although the fifty strokes of the tawse were still hard I imagined that they were not quite as severe as Tamsin had originally intended to give me. They still had a very positive effect on my sex and my brain though because I was incredibly turned on as Tamsin discovered when she placed her mouth to my pussy. She drank up all of my juices and took me through my climax into utter exhaustion. I fell asleep contentedly with Tamsin stroking my bottom and when I eventually woke up Tamsin had left but I felt a lot more settled and contented as it appeared that there might be a hope of resurrecting the relationship with Tamsin.

I had intended to give it a couple of days before making the next move but Tamsin returned to my flat early the following morning and this time she was accompanied by Lady Fairbairn who immediately took charge of the situation. She started by questioning me about how I had come to learn about the club so I told her about the information that I’d received during a previous investigation and explained that even at that time I hadn’t intended to write a damaging piece about the club because of my belief in the validity of corporal punishment as a judicial sentence. Lady Fairbairn asked about the source of the information but even if I had known I would not have given her the information and I think she respected that fact as it shows my honesty and integrity. Her questioning moved onto my body of work and CV generally before tackling my attitudes and aspirations leaving me feeling like I’d been put under a very powerful microscope and pulled apart.

‘Will you be able to get this article published in a quality media outlet?’ Lady Fairbairn asked at the end of the interview.

‘Yes I am sure that I will be able to get the article published in one of the news magazines or a broadsheet newspaper’ I answer confident that it was true given my reputation.

‘You are just the sort of person that we want in our club and we would like to offer you membership with Tamsin as your sponsor’ Lady Fairbairn said.

‘Thank you. It would be a great honour to accept this invitation’ I answer.

Reform school

A number of influential media outlets, all owned by one company, started a campaign highlighting what it saw as a rising tide of youth disorder and antisocial behaviour which very quickly became a widespread moral panic. Prompted by this the government decided to draft some very draconian legislation setting up ‘Reform Schools’ for anyone under the age of 25 and dramatically widening the scope of the law on antisocial behaviour. Anyone who was found guilty of any criminal or antisocial behaviour offence was automatically put into a Reform School for a period entirely at the discretion of the Magistrate or Judge dealing with the case. These Reform Schools were owned and ran by private sector organisations and there was very little oversight of them meaning that they all had slightly different characteristics but one commonality was that they are all tough and they had widespread support within society and the press.

I was caught under the antisocial behaviour act when I was caught in a pub during crackdown on underage drinking and drunkenness after the drinking age had been raised. Of the group that I was with I was one of two people who were caught because everyone else’s fake ID was only cursorily examined while ours was examined with a fine toothed comb and failed. Unfortunately for me and Sophie we were also seen to be drunk and had been seen snogging each other so there was no hope of escape for us. I cursed my fate that night as I was held in a holding cell at the Police Station as it seemed so unfair that we’d been the only ones caught while everyone else was equally as underage and drunk as we had been. At least we would know our fate soon enough because we were up before the Magistrate first thing the following morning.

It was a very brief appearance in the courtroom the following morning for Sophie and me. We had to confirm our names and dates of birth at the start of the hearing and then the Magistrate looked down at us from the bench with a look of pure disgust in her eyes as she launched into a diatribe about the ills caused be underage drinking which lasted about five minutes and made us both realise that we would receive absolutely no leniency from her.

‘Do you two wish to say anything prior to your sentencing’ the Magistrate said angrily.

‘No your honour’ we both said as we would only have further upset her and this wouldn’t have been wise at all.

‘You will both spend three years in the Glenshee Reform School which will hopefully cure you of your desire to drink alcohol for the rest of your life’.

I know that I was shocked and horrified by the length of the sentence and from looking at Sophie she was exactly the same and had a tear in the corner of her eyes. Our parents were also shocked by the sentence but when they saw us after we had been released from the court neither set of parents had much in the way of sympathy with my Dad summing things up nicely when we complained about the three years.

‘If you weren’t prepared to do the time then you shouldn’t have done the crime and particularly using fake ID’s because there was always a good chance you were going to get caught. I’m sure it will do the two of you the power of good and it will also serve as a warning to the rest of your friends as well’ was his rather harsh comment but I certainly wouldn’t have expected anything else from him.

Glenshee had been one of the first reform schools to be established following the passing of the legislation and it was reputed to be one of the harshest of the schools with severe corporal punishment applied routinely for even the most minor of infractions. Sophie and I were held in the Magistrate’s court for the rest of the morning just in case there were other offenders to be transferred to Glenshee but we were the only unfortunates as the other couple of youths were being transferred to the Perthshire Reform School which was the other local reform school and they were only there for a period of six months having been sentenced by a different Magistrate illustrating perfectly the random nature of the legislative system but very cleverly there was no right of appeal against the length of a reform school sentence so Sophie and I had a further opportunity to curse our ill-luck.

In the early afternoon we were loaded, handcuffed, into the back of a court car and driven to the reform school. It was a long and silent journey into a very remote part of Highland Perthshire with only the one road in and out of the glen and then a single track road into the school itself. It seemed like the school was the only sign of human habitation in the area and that meant that the school was probably a self-sustaining community and that escape would probably be next door to impossible. Heavy wooden gates were opened in a thick stone wall and we found ourselves being driven up a long driveway with immaculate gardens on either side of the road. There were work parties working in the gardens and I thought that this might not be quite as bad as I’d feared but I wasn’t close enough to see what conditions they were working under.

We eventually came to a stop in a large back courtyard where staff members from the Reform School were waiting to collect us. We were pulled out of the car by these staff members and were made to stand at attention in the middle of the courtyard as our paperwork was processed and the car bringing us to our fate eventually disappeared. We were left standing in silence in the centre of the courtyard for a while before eventually one of the staff stood directly in front of us and looked us up and down with the same disgust that the Magistrate had shown earlier in the day. Without warning she snaked out her leather gloved hand and gave us both a very hard slap on our cheek and because our hands were cuffed there was absolutely nothing we could do to protect ourselves.

‘Welcome to Glenshee Reform School you two pieces of shit. For the next three years of your life this place is going to be hell on earth for you. Whatever stories you may have heard about this place are only a fraction of the treatment that you can expect in your time here. All of the staff and prefects have the sole purpose of making your lives as miserable and painful as possible. Your only strategy to reduce this is complete and utter obedience and compliance with every rule of the school. Now we note that you have been sent here for being pissheads, we have plenty of experience of removing the desire for the demon drink from little shits like yourselves. It was also reported to us that the two of you were snogging in the pub which is frankly disgusting but good for us. You see we employ small mixed dormitories in this school for the express purpose of trying to foster sexual relationships that we can then take great pleasure in destroying. All sexual contact is expressly forbidden and will bring down the heaviest possible sanctions on you and the whole of the school is under constant surveillance so there is absolutely no hope of escape but you are welcome to try’ the Wardress says with a sadistic smile on her face. Our handcuffs were finally removed but this was only a temporary respite.

‘You will strip completely naked and allow us to see the bodies that we are going to have such fun marking over the next three years. All new inmates receive a welcome thrashing with the cane to teach them quickly what will happen to them should they fail to become utterly obedient and compliant and this will take place as soon as we have completed our inspection. Now strip’ the Wardress demands and gives us both another slap across the face as we hesitate for a moment. We both strip completely and stand under the watchful gaze of the staff from the reform school none of whom say anything for a long few minutes making me feel very uncomfortable.

‘Turn round. Spread your legs. Bend over and touch your toes’ were the next commands and we saw no point in hesitating this time.

‘Oh what lovely bottoms to thrash. It almost seems like a shame to stripe them so soon but a rule is a rule’ was the comment as each of the staff moved forward and poked and prodded at our completely unmarked bottoms.

‘Stand up’ we were ordered before being dragged inside the building and into a huge room with about twenty punishment horses spaced around the outside of the room and about half a dozen whipping posts in the centre of the room. My heart filled with dread on seeing these and we were manhandled across to adjacent horses just inside the door and despite struggling against our captors we were very quickly subdued and attached to the horses by thick leather straps that were buckled very tightly leaving absolutely no scope for movement and escape.

‘You were told that obedience and compliance were your only hope for avoiding a life of misery and pain yet already you stupid little fuckers have forgotten that and fought with us. Well we will see how you like one stroke of the cane for each year of your life so far and also one for each year of your sentence which is 22 as you are both probably too thick to work it out’.

From the very first stroke the caning was brutal being given at absolutely full force with a thick and dense cane. Each stroke landed with a very deep thud and tried to push us forward on the horse but when we didn’t move because of the restraints the cane just dug into the flesh until it connected with the deep muscle tissue and came to a sudden jarring stop. There has always been a stubbornness and toughness to Sophie and me which made us try very hard not to give the people punishing us the satisfaction of a scream so the most that could be heard was grunts with each impact and sucking in of air after it had landed. Somehow we were able to carry this through the entire caning although I know myself that I had never experienced anything like it in my life before.

‘Brilliant we have two toughies who like to think that they will not be broken. Well, we can assure you that YOU will be broken and YOU will scream long and loud during your future punishments as that is only a small taste of what you will receive in the reform school’ one of the wardresses cruelly says as we are being released from the horses. After being released from the horses we are taken to a storeroom and handed our clothing allocation which consisted of shorts, t-shirts and very functional underwear along with a pair of plimsolls and a couple of very rough towels. For the winter we were given a couple of track suits but nothing else. Next up was our toiletries and again they were very basic but at least we had everything that we would need to keep ourselves looking respectable as we were told, ‘neatness, cleanliness and presentability is an essential part of the rules of the reform school’,

Finally we were taken to our dormitory where we noticed a total of six beds and we were given the two beds closest to the door and didn’t yet know how many other people were in the dormitory although we discovered a few minutes later when four people returned to the dormitory having been working all day. They were immediately on edge when they saw the wardresses in the dormitory and didn’t say a word, just quietly cleaned up in the small bathroom before standing by their beds silently. When the wardresses left they all sat down on their beds and waited for a few minutes before asking what we were in for and for how long we were in.

‘Three years is a hell of a long time to be in this place. If you want my advice you’d better try and fit in very quickly by being very meek and submissive. If you don’t do this then you will bring a lot of attention on yourselves and while the Wardresses are tough it is the Prefects that you really have to watch out for because they are all sadistic bitches. If you do keep coming to their attention then they will enjoy slowly tearing you to pieces with torment after torment after torment but they will let you just about fully recover from one before the next storm hits you’ one of the girls in the dormitory says softly obviously fearful of being overheard. It certainly sounds as if she was speaking from practical experience and we thanked her for the warning but we were pretty sure that the Wardresses would have told the Prefects all about us already so it was absolutely irrelevant how we behaved at least until the next set of newcomers arrived.

True enough that evening as we were lining up for dinner we were pulled aside by a girl who was dressed differently from both the inmates and the wardresses so we presumed that she must be one of the prefects.

‘I am Katy Morrison the Headgirl of this reform school and I have personally selected all of the Prefects and our word is law within the school. If we say jump your only question is ‘how high’ do you understand me?’

‘Yes Headgirl’ we say in what we hope is a suitably respectful tone but clearly isn’t as Katy very quickly swings her hand and slaps first my cheek and then Sophie’s.

‘Word of your arrival has reached me from the Wardresses who mentioned that you two needed to be taught the meaning of the word respect. I see that they were not wrong in saying this. They also told me that you were a pair of toughies who didn’t make a sound during your welcome thrashing. I am pleased with this because it is a long time since my prefects have had the opportunity to take someone and completely break them. What makes it even better is that we have three years to do it so can take it slowly and we intend to do that. You two may go now but we will be keeping a very close eye on you and just as you had a welcome thrashing from the Wardresses you will also have one from the Prefects but you will be summoned when I am good and ready to give you the thrashing that you so richly deserve’.

Our dormitory mates had seen this but didn’t say anything until we were back in the dormitory that night waiting for lights out when they all commiserated with us when we told them what Katy had told us. Knowing that sooner or later we were going to be summoned by Katy for a thrashing but having no idea when it was going to happen made the first few days in the reform school even harder than it would have been normally when every member of staff was trying to get at us. Our days were taken up with a mixture of academic work and hard physical labour with the academic work largely supervised by the Wardresses and everything else by the Prefects. It was during one of our physical labour sessions in the laundry that we were informed by one of the Prefects that we were to report to Katy immediately and she led us out of the laundry to a small office. Katy was sitting behind a desk and flanked by several of her fellow Prefects. Sitting on Katy’s desk were two identical canes, tawses and wooden paddles.

‘It is now time for your welcome thrashing from the Prefects. This will consist of ten with each of these implements and just like the welcome you received from the Wardresses it should be considered simply as a taste of what you will receive during your time here and not as a full example. It is our chance to see just how tough you really are and how much fun it is going to be to break you. You will strip completely and then stand with your hands behind your head so that we can inspect you’ Katy said strongly. We stripped and took up the required position and it was much more humiliating to do this in front of the Prefects who were basically the same age as us and should have been nearer to our peers. It was clear that they were enjoying our discomfort and prolonged it by coming over and feeling us up.

‘Over the desk and let’s see just how tough you really are!’ Katy orders when they have all had enough of a feel and without any further ado the thrashing has started with Katy and another of the prefects delivering half of the thrashing each. They started with the tawse which was really heavy and bruising but not something that we couldn’t handle even when Katy took her turn on me because she was easily harder than her colleague. It was the paddle next and Katy gave her colleague a signal as she wanted to carry out the entire punishment on me and it was an absolutely savage pain unlike anything that I had felt before. I had to fight to control my emotions and Katy would have known this because she would see the tightness in my bottom and also one of her colleagues would be able to tell her that I was screwing my eyes tightly shut with each stroke. Katy moved her attention to Sophie for the caning and I was quite glad that she did because it gave me a bit of respite although her colleague was much more proficient with the cane than she had been with the tawse.

‘Well you two did well to take that in silence. In my time as Headgirl no-one else has managed this silence so all credit to you but that is just going to make it much more fun to break you both, as we will do, you can be sure of that’ Katy says with an extremely hard tone in her voice. Once this particular welcome thrashing had been delivered it appeared that we were fair game for absolutely any Wardress or Prefect that wished to have a go at punishing us and over the next few weeks we seemed to be constantly bending over for someone else to have a go at our bottoms with canes, paddles, tawses, birches or whips. In fact it felt as if it was anything that they could get their hands on that was being used on us.

Throughout this time it became very clear to us that the real power within the school was held by the Prefects who basically controlled everything except the academic classes and the allocation of inmates to the different physical labour activities but even in both of these they exercised a subtle but noticeable influence and once you were in the actual physical labour situation then they directly controlled you. Very quickly we discovered that the ice-cold blue eyes that Katy had were a perfect reflection of her character which was marked by a sadistic streak and a fiery temper that ran right through her. As Katy had selected all of the Prefects personally they all displayed very similar characteristics mixing cruelty with vindictiveness and brutality.

Although Sophie and I were only just approaching our 18th birthday we were both intelligent and had grown up in an environment where it was absolutely essential that you could read people’s hidden intentions and react to them accordingly. From this we could both see the tension that existed within the Prefects where Katy was using a number of different strategies to foster rivalry within the Prefects so that they spent more time battling with each other than actually trying to take over from her. These included ruling by fear, divide and conquer, shifting favouritism and just downright Machiavellian politics. We both thought that if we could actually break Katy then these tensions would erupt and Katy would be deposed and from our point of view this had to be a good thing because we had become Katy’s personal little pain toys. All we had to do was work out a way to do it. Eventually an idea came to us. Cane Katy until she pleads for mercy was our idea. We thought of this because we were not convinced that she could take pain as well as she could give it. Katy had taken a male and a female inmate as personal slaves and they were able to tell us that Katy always had a lie in on a Saturday morning and her personal bedroom was never locked at this time. This was all of the information that we needed from them and it was all that they were prepared to give us and unsurprisingly they were not prepared to get involved in anything that we chose to do for fear of what would happen to them when it failed as they knew it would.

We waited a few weeks before putting our plan into place just in case Katy’s personal slaves were unable to keep our interest in her personal habits to themselves which in many ways would have been understandable. When after a few weeks there had been no obvious reaction from Katy, although at least every couple of days she found some reason to punish us, we decided that it was now or never for our plan so the following Saturday we managed to slip out of our dormitory before breakfast and made our way to Katy’s bedroom and as we’d been told the door was not locked and we slipped in quietly. Katy didn’t even stir obviously expecting it to be her slaves so we were able to turn her over and get her tied face down on the bed before she knew what was happening. Katy was utterly naked already which saved us a job and she was starting to make all sorts of threats against us but we ignored them because we had come far too far to stop now anyway.

Katy has a large stand of canes in one corner of her room and we each picked up one of these before standing on either side of the bed and without waiting we started to savagely stripe Katy’s bottom and thighs revelling in the dark red lines that were being painted across the lily white skin. All of Katy’s threats stopped from the first stroke and were replaced by screams and then pleas to stop followed finally by promises of absolutely anything we wanted if we stopped the caning. We ignored every word coming from Katy as we didn’t believe any of them and wanted to completely destroy Katy before we even considered stopping. As Katy’s screams and pleas became ever more desperate we considered gagging her and that probably would have been a good idea because it must have attracted the attention of the other Prefects. Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open and a large group of the other Prefects stream through it. Very quickly and easily they overpower Sophie and me before untying Katy. The timing of our capture seems very coincidental coming as it did just when Katy was losing it completely but we couldn’t afford to think about it as we were being unceremoniously dragged to the Prefect’s private torture den.

‘By the time I have finished with you two little cunts you are going to wish you have never been born. I know ways to punish and torture you that will give you nightmares for the rest of your living days. You are going to get plenty of opportunities to demonstrate just how tough you are over the next few hours. I am so looking forward to hearing your screams and believe me you will scream long and loud by the time I am through with you. If you are at all religious then you may wish to pray to god to save your souls now’ Katy spits at us through a tear streaked face and slapping at our faces with almost every word as we are taken to meet our fate because we know that every word that Katy has spoken is almost certainly true.

As soon as we were inside the torture den Katy stood in front of both of us and making sure that other Prefects had tight hold of us she drove her knee up into our groins bringing tears from both of us but no scream as the wind was driven from us.

‘Strip them’ Katy barks and our clothes are torn from our body by the other Prefects who are clearly looking forward to what was going to happen to us.

‘Gauntlet’ is Katy’s next spoken word and the Prefects hasten to obey knowing exactly what is about to happen. They have each picked up a cane from the extensive pile and are standing opposite to each other with a wide corridor between them. Katy yanked Sophie’s hands up behind her head and tied them tightly together before taking the other ends of the rope around the side of Sophie’s neck pulling her forward to one end of the gauntlet.

‘Now you can either walk forward voluntarily or I can drag you forward the choice is entirely yours and the result will be the same either way it’s just a matter of how much pain you will take in the process’ Katy sneers. When Katy takes two paces forward Sophie follows her bringing her into line with the first pair in the gauntlet whereupon a savage blow from the cane was delivered from either side. Katy then takes another two paces forward and the exact same thing happens. There are 15 pairs in the gauntlet and Sophie is walked down and then back up the gauntlet before she is shoved aside and I can see the heavy weals on her bottom and thighs as my own hands are tied into the same position and then I am dragged to the end of the gauntlet by Katy showing considerable strength to move me when I was not helping her in the least. I was given exactly the same choice as Sophie had been and decided that I was not going to co-operate but as Katy had warned it made not the slightest difference as I found myself being dragged forward to the stop in the gauntlet and receiving the same savage kiss of the cane from either side. Once I was back at the head of the gauntlet the Prefects put the canes down and selected a whip each from another large collection and this time at each stop a heavy lash from the whip arrived on my back or shoulders. This was every bit as bad as the caning had been but at least at the end of it I was shoved out of the way and given a chance to recover while Sophie was flogged. Six times in total we both made our way down and up the gauntlet with the cane and whip being used in equal measure. This left us with a blazing heat throughout our bodies and I could see on Sophie a lot of cuts on her back and bottom which I had absolutely no doubt had been replicated on my own back and bottom.

‘Well still no screams that is impressive’ Katy sneers before continuing ‘but that was just the warm up to give all of the Prefects the opportunity to thrash you. From now I am going to be taking the majority of the fun and it will be fun for me, but certainly not for you two little shits. Hold them tight girls when I prepare the next torture’.

Katy walked purposefully over to a large cupboard and opened the doors allowing us to see the inside of it. We paled with what we saw because the inside of the doors were covered with instruments that were quite clearly going to be used to cause Sophie and me a great deal of pain and similarly the cupboard had been shelved inside and what we could see of the contents of the cupboard didn’t make us feel any better either. Katy selected three pairs of crocodile clamps and three lengths of heavy looking steel chain. Katy approached me first and I wanted to shrink away from her but four other Prefects had a very tight hold of me and prevented me from moving even an inch. With talon like nails Katy twisted my nipples until they were standing proudly and very quickly she snapped one of the crocodile clips onto my right nipple and I gasped with the flash of blinding pain that coursed through my veins. Tears welled up in my eyes as the second clamp was attached to my left nipple and Katy made things worse by pulling, twisting and flicking at the clips until she tired and turned her attention to Sophie.

I knew how sensitive Sophie’s nipples were having used them on many occasions to bring Sophie to a very high state of arousal so it was almost worse watching Katy tease Sophie’s nipples knowing just what she was going to do to them. Sophie was resigned to her fate and didn’t struggle against the Prefects holding her but she had already gritted her teeth in readiness for the attachment of the clip. Sophie closed her eye as the clip bit down but she didn’t make any sound even when the second clip bit down on her other nipple but I could see how much discomfort that it was causing her from the pained look in her face and Katy could see that as well which only prompted her to cruelly toy with Sophie’s nipples for a further few minutes. There was still a pair of crocodile clips and I was worried about where these were going to be placed.

‘Cover their eyes’ Katy said to her comrades and this didn’t help my fear about the third clip one little bit. With my eyes covered by two further sets of hands I couldn’t see a thing but I certainly heard the blood curdling scream that came from Sophie followed immediately by an evil laugh from Katy herself. My own scream was about to follow Sophie’s because I felt Katy taking hold of my cock and attaching the clip at the very base of my cock close to the balls. It dug in very sharply and my scream was just as blood curdling as Sophie’s had been. Things were about to get worse though because one of the chains was attached to the clip at my cock and stretched across to the clip which I now saw was on Sophie’s clitoris. As the weight of the chain pulled down on the clips they actually seemed to take a deeper bite from our skin and then the second and third chains were attached diagonally between the clips in our nipples.

‘Pull them back until the chains are taut’ Katy orders and we are marched back with each step painfully pulling on all of the clips. We watched Katy select a very big and heavy wooden paddle and she circled us slowly delivering savage blows from the paddle to our bottoms and thighs as and when she felt like it. Each blow caused us to twist, jerk and jump about which had the effect of pulling on the clips attached to the other person so that with one hit Katy could torment both of us much to her amusement to judge from the evil smile on her face. After about twenty minutes and about sixty smacks of the paddle to each of us Katy tired of this particular torment.

‘Hold them very tightly Prefects’ Katy instructs as she moves between Sophie and me with an evil look in her eyes. Katy raises her foot and rests it on the chain linking the clips on our respective genitals slowly increasing the pressure and causing the clips to loosen and eventually tear from the skin bringing a scream from both of us at the same instant. Without any respite Katy put her hands on the chains connecting our nipples and she raised both feet off the floor so that all of her weight was on our nipples until eventually the clips had no option but to give way tearing the skin in a long line as they came away followed by another agonised scream from me and Sophie.

‘Much worse is still to come but it is nice to hear you scream’ Katy sneers before dissolving into a sadistic laugh. ‘Let’s have them standing up and spread-eagled in the middle of the floor. Prefects, I think that you deserve another chance to have some fun with these little shits so when they are tied up you can all give them twenty four lashes with an implement of your choice to a part of the body of your choice’ Katy said and her comrades hastened to get us into the requested position. Absolutely every part of our bodies were fair game for the Prefects and everywhere from my knees up to my shoulders both front and back were flayed with canes, crops and whips leaving many weals some of which were beginning to bleed by the time each of the Prefects had finished with me. Sophie and I happened to look over at each other during this thrashing and the pain was etched deeply across our faces although we were both fighting very hard against the desire to scream and give the Prefects further satisfaction. When Katy finally steps forward the other Prefects respectfully stand back and we notice that she is holding a vicious looking single tailed whip with a couple of knots along the length of the narrow looking lash designed to further tear at the skin.

‘I am going to enjoy flogging you until you are completely destroyed’ Katy sneers.

‘Go fuck yourself’ I respond and Sophie spits in Katy’s face in response which sends her into an absolute fury and she loses all control flogging us with great strength and power but no control so the whip was landing on every part of our bodies cutting and tearing at the flesh. Thankfully Katy worked herself through to exhaustion very quickly and although tears were flowing down our faces and blood was trickling from many parts of our body there was absolutely no way that Katy could say that we had been broken.

‘Prepare the stools’ Katy screams and there is the first murmur of dissent from some of the other Prefects but one look from Katy quelled this minor rebellion instantly. We are dragged over to the corner of the room where we immediately see two wooden stools with a very long and thick wooden dildo sticking through the centre of the seat. A cold sweat broke out all over my body at the sight of this stool and this was not helped by Katy’s next statements.

‘Oil them up and let’s start at ten inches’. What had already appeared to be large dildos became even longer as they were pushed up from under the chair and we saw a large amount of oil being poured down over the top of them before we were roughly bent over and held in place. My worst fear was confirmed when I felt two fingers smearing oil around my anus before forcing themselves into the tight hole. I struggled against the Prefects that were holding me but to no avail as their grip failed to slacken. When we are pulled upright again we are dragged over to the stools and are stood in front of them with the Prefects in very close attendance. Katy came over to me first and with the help of her colleagues she got me up over the stool and down so that the tip of the dildo was nudging against my anus. I was fighting and had my legs braced against one of the spars on the stool but Katy had an answer for this having obviously encountered this resistance many times previously. From behind the stool Katy aimed a very hard kick into the backs of my calf muscles with her foot and this dislodged both legs for long enough for me to fall completely down onto the dildo. As it penetrated I started to scream and this scream continued even when I was sitting fully on the stool with the dildo impaling me. To make matters worse my feet were then dragged off of the ground and tied up underneath the stool and my arms were tied behind me neck so that there was no hope of getting any leverage and thus no ability to get any relief from the unyielding length of wood buried within me. I watched Sophie being manhandled over the stool in the same way that I had been and then when she too resisted Katy delivered the exact same kick which brought about the exact same result and a similarly pained scream.

‘No one has lasted for more than ten minutes on these stools before begging for mercy. You two cunts are going to get thirty minutes at the minimum regardless of how much you beg me to release you before that’ Katy says evilly. Sweat started to stream down our bodies as our bodies tried to adjust to the alien invader without any success but this still hadn’t satisfied Katy’s lust for pain.

‘You two look far too comfortable on those stools. Prefects apply the motors’. Suddenly the dildos started to rotate and vibrate within our anuses bringing even more pain. Even this though wasn’t enough for Katy as she picked up her whip again and started to flog away at our bodies this time with a bit more control that only made it even more painful because every lash seemed designed to cut and in almost every instance they did leaving long gashes that leaked blood.

‘Another inch’ Katy demanded after ten minutes and the Prefects duly forced a further inch of the dildo inside us. This brought fresh screams from us and the first pleas for mercy.

‘Thirty minutes you were promised and thirty minutes you will get. Twenty minutes to go’ was Katy’s only comment but the smile on her face told us of her enjoyment at our so obvious suffering. Our pleas died away as we adjusted to the extra inch but returned ten minutes later when Katy said ‘ram the final inch in’ and it certainly was rammed in using a kick to the underside of the stool and this time our pleas trailed off but only because we had lost the energy to actually beg or scream all that was coming from us was a whimper now and again when the motor jerked the dildo particularly violently or when Katy managed to catch a particularly sensitive spot with her whip. Towards the thirty minute mark our screams returned as the Prefects decided that the motors were not doing a good enough job so one of them took a dildo each and really started to fuck us with them. It felt like we were being torn asunder with each thrust and what made things even worse was the sadistic laugh that was emanating from Katy with each of our screams.

‘Such screams are music to my ears, well done Prefects. We will stop with this particular torture though because we’ve almost certainly done enough damage for the moment. I want to save the privilege of tearing them completely for when I have them tied up on my bed awaiting the ravaging with my biggest strap-on. Get them off of the stools and onto all fours in the centre of the floor’ Katy said with a grin.

Taking a very heavy, but very narrow, tawse in her hands Katy had a couple of the other Prefects pull apart the cheeks of our buttocks so that she could drive the tawse down over our red raw and massively distended anuses twenty times causing absolutely savage pain with every blow. We noticed a large bucket being placed in the centre of the floor and one after another each Prefect squatted over the bucket and pissed into it. Katy was the last one to squat over the bucket and she seemed to be squatting over the bucket for minutes unleashing a long golden flow. Sophie and I were each handed a long straw and we knew exactly what was about to be said to us.

‘Get over to that bucket and drink every last drop of our piss’ Katy demanded. It was an absolutely foul tasting concoction simply because of the sheer variety of piss that was in the bucket. About a quarter of the way through the bucket Katy walked over to us and snatched it away from us. We made the mistake of looking up at Katy just in time to see her tipping the rest of the bucket all over both of us and as the urine hit all of the cuts on our body it burned at the open wounds and we both screamed which brought another laugh from Katy and we saw the flash of an idea flowing through her head.

‘Prefects you will now select one of these two little shits and you will squat over them and piss on them’ Katy said.

‘Katy they have suffered enough and you should let them go’ a handful of the Prefects said bravely.

‘I and I alone, will decide when they have had enough and should be set free. I trust that I make myself clear. Remember your positions are entirely dependent upon me and should you disobey me then I will break you just like I have broken these two’ Katy responds while staring at her Prefects as if challenging them to continue with the disobedience. It was no surprise when none of the Prefects said another word but none of them stepped forward when Katy forced us onto our backs on the floor.

‘Get started Prefects’ Katy said and they started to come over towards us in pairs and squatted down over our chests before pissing on us. Katy had been correct in her assertion that she had broken us because we didn’t fight against this or even scream with the pain instead we just broke down and sobbed. Eventually all of the Prefects with the exception of Katy herself had pissed on us and Katy stood over me and rained her piss down on me. When she was finished she ordered us to our feet and took hold of our hair dragging us to the door where she threw us out into the corridor.

‘I’m finished with you for the moment but don’t think I’ve done with you. I’m going to make your lives a living hell for the remainder of my time in this school’ she said and we feared that she was not joking. We made our way back towards our dormitory very slowly and everyone who saw us didn’t say anything even the Wardresses as they had a clear idea of what had happened to us. When we got back to our dormitory the other inhabitants had just arrived back from lunch and they helped to wash the piss from us but there was nothing that they could do about the cuts and bruises that were forming on every part of our bodies. They then helped get us into another set of clothes before we set off for our afternoon activities as there would be no respite from the normal activities of the reform school because of what had happened to us.

It became very clear that we had achieved our goal of breaking Katy and this story started to make its way round the reform school from both the Prefects and the inmates. As Katy heard these rumours she realised that she was losing her grip on the school and in an attempt to get it back she became even more ruthless and sadistic against everyone until she was posing a real danger to all of the inmates. It was one of the other Prefects, Sarah, who acted on this first and after a brief power struggle Sarah deposed Katy who found herself back as one of the ordinary inmates which was quite possibly the best thing that could have happened to her from our perspective. Now that Katy had lost all of her power everyone who had suffered at her hands was able to take their revenge on her and almost everyone took the opportunity to do so with the possible exception of Katy’s former personal slaves.

Sarah quickly demonstrated that she was incredibly strict but she was much fairer with it and the utter savagery of the previous regime was swept away. Sarah proved herself to be a very effective leader for the Prefects by building a cohesive team and removing the culture of fear for their positions that Katy had instilled in the group. What didn’t change though was Sarah took on a pair of personal slaves and she selected Sophie and me as these people and we were very happy to accept this position.