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Gail Goes to Boarding School
The Hawthorne Academy for Girls was not what it once was.
For one thing, it was no longer in Hawthorne. The trustees had
sold the old place to developers and had relocated to a former
tuberculosis sanitarium way up in the mountains. Also, it was
no longer the elite finishing school for young ladies that it once
was, though it pretended to be. Most of the students were
there because (A) their parents didn't have time for them or (B)
they had got into trouble and needed to be isolated from bad
influences. Gail was there because she could not stand her step
mother, after her father died.
The school brochure explained that peer pressure or, more
exactly, the influence of older girls was more influential in the
character building of the students than the influence of faculty
members, who only saw students in classrooms and other
group settings. Students would want to emulate the older
girls, who would be role models. That was how it was
supposed to work, except the very girls who were supposed to
be good role models had themselves. . . . Well, no system
works perfectly.
Gail was assigned to Stewart House; her house parents were
Mr. and Mrs. Brasier. Mrs. Brasier, "Madame," taught French
and supervised the housekeeping, while Mr. B. was
Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds, in charge of
maintenance. There were six houses, each with about a dozen
students of various ages. The oldest student at Stewart, and the
natural leader, was Janice Wilson, who assured Gail she would
look out for her. Gail had arrived at Hawthorne when her step
mother found it convenient, which meant that Gail was three
weeks late starting the fall term and had to work especially hard
to catch up. The main disadvantage, however, was that she
was now "the new girl", and at the very bottom of the social
pecking order. As an only child who had never lived in one
place for very long, Gail had never learned how to fight to hold
her own in social groups. Gail wanted very much to fit in, and
she resolved to do whatever the older girls advised. Since Gail
had resolved to do whatever she was told, she found herself
doing Janice's chores as well as her own, doing Janice's
laundry, polishing her shoes, cleaning the toilets when it was
Janice's turn. Still, doing all that seemed to earn the approval
of the other girls, so it was worth it, even when it cut into
Gail's study time. Gail didn't realize the consequences.
Her first night at the school, a Saturday night, the "Stew" girls
had a little party after lights out. The twelve girls all slept in
one big room, which had been a ward of the hospital, so Gail
knew nowhere she could go to get away from Janice, even if
she had wanted to. "Do you smoke?" asked Janice.
"No. It isn't allowed, is it?"
"Well, you will have to learn how to smoke. Here, come with
me, outside, where they can't smell the smoke." Janice and
three of the older girls led Gail outside, and they concealed
themselves behind a clump of bushes. "We'll get to know each
other," said Janice, handing Gail a roll-your-own cigarette. She
lighted one herself, as did the other girls, and handed the
lighter to Gail. Gail coughed at first, but after a while she
caught on. Janice taught her to inhale deeply and hold it, and
then she made her smoke three in a row, and the smoke made
Gail feel very strange. "Are you a virgin?" asked Janice.
Gail giggled for no reason and answered, "Yes."
"Have you ever had sex with another girl?", asked one of the
faces in the dark.
"No," and Gail giggled again.
"You must play with yourself a lot."
"No. I wouldn't dare."
Janice sighed. "So much to learn, so little time to teach her.
Gail, lie down over here, on your back." When Gail did so,
giggling, one of the girls flipped up Gail's blue uniform skirt,
revealing the regulation uniform white cotton panties, the
1950's style, with no high cut leg or low rider waistband.
"Come on, off with the panties."
"No"--- giggle--- "I can't get undressed out here."
"Of course you can. We'll help." Two girls held Gail's arms
while Janice and the other girls pulled the panties down and off
over Gail's shoes.
"Why are you doing that?" said Gail, giggling.
"Because you have to learn to be a Hawthorne girl. Now,
finger your clit for us." Her arms were released.
"No, that's shameful. I'd have to confess it and do penance."
"Sheeze! A Catholic. Look Gail, just do as we say, OK? Here,
I'll guide your hand." Janice took Gail's right hand and said,
"Extend your forefinger." She guided Gail's finger to the curly
hairs between Gail's legs and slipped the tip of the finger
between the outer labia. "Can you feel that?" Gail giggled.
"Does it feel good?" Janice slid the finger up and down the
groove. Giggle. Janice slipped her own finger into the slit.
"She's not even wet, yet." Janice continued to coax Gail, but
Gail seemed distracted. "Pay attention, Gail. Don't you want
to learn? Mary, why don't you show her?"
Mary slipped off her panties and pulled up her skirt, kneeling
beside Gail, showing Gail her vulva. "You don't have any
pubic hair,"observed Gail.
"You won't, either, when you are initiated into the club. Every
Stew shaves her pubes. But that's for later, after you have
proved yourself worthy."
"Worthy?" said Gail.
"Yes. You need to show us you can masturbate to orgasm.
Watch Mary and do what she does." Mary rubbed her naked
labia with one hand and played with her breasts with the other.
Pretty soon, she paused to unbutton her uniform blouse and
slip her bra up over her breasts. Janice did that for Gail. She
showed Gail how to stroke her own breasts and play with the
nipples, while, with the other hand, Gail imitated Mary.
"Mary," Gail said, "you seem to be very wet down there. I'm
not that sweaty, am I?" Mary didn't answer, as she was
preoccupied with her own building orgasm. She groaned and
fell back onto the grass, rocking her hips and going for a
second one. Gail seemed surprised to see how Mary got off. In
few minutes, however, Mary recovered and returned to helping
Janice instruct Gail.
"It's not working," said Janice. "We don't have all night. Mary,
would you do her?" Mary said nothing but took her place
between Gail's splayed thighs. Janice and another girl held
Gail's hands, and Mary applied her mouth to Gail's vulva. Her
tongue darted between the labia, and Gail squirmed and
giggled. Before long, Gail was rocking her hips and moaning.
"Oh, oh, God!" she said. "I never...Oh, God! Oh, Jesus and
Mary, I... Ohhhh!"
Mary sat back on her heels and wiped her wet face. "OK, Gail,
that's the effect you want. You practice by yourself until you
can come like that, by yourself, and then you can be a real
Stew."
Sunday, after chapel, Janice told Gail, "Go into the bathroom
and finger yourself until you come, understand? That's an
order."
"Yes, Janice."
"If you don't come, we're going to spank you. You tell me
when you are ready to show us you can come when you want
to."
Gail tried, but her masturbation didn't seem to work without
the funny cigarettes, and she had so many other things to do.
Sunday night, Janice said, "Shower time." All the girls shed
their clothes and stood there, stark naked. They all had
hairless pubes, even Shirley, the youngest.
Somewhat reluctantly, Gail undressed, while the others
watched her. "I've never been naked like this before, with
other people watching me like that. Can't you at least look
away?"
"Get used to it. OK, into the showers." The twelve girls
crowded into the shower room. Someone turned on the water,
in case Madame got curious. "OK, Gail, let's see you come."
Gail sat on the floor and tried, but she couldn't. "I'm sorry, I
can't," she whined.
Without audible direction, the girls picked up Gail and forced
her to lie across a stool, rump uppermost. "Maybe this will
teach you to do what you are told," said Janice, and some girls
held her while other girls took turns spanking Gail's upturned
buttocks. Gail protested and cried out, until someone stuffed a
wash cloth in her mouth. Gail's rump turned bright pink, and
she struggled beneath the slaps until .... "Look at that. She's
coming." It was so; Gail shuddered in ecstacy. When they let
her up, Janice said, "OK, now do it yourself."
But just then they heard Madame call out, "Girls, what are you
doing in there? Stop dawdling. Lights out in ten minutes."
Everyone showered in a hurry, and they were in bed, under
their sheets, when Madame came through, inspecting, and
turned out the lights.
Still exhausted from the strong orgasm, Gail had barely been
able to shower, and she was only half dried off. She lay there,
on her side, for her rump was sore, and tried to make sense of
it all.
Monday was her first day of classes, and things did not go well.
That night, Janice told Gail to strip off and come with her into
the shower room. Unable to say no, Gail did so, while the
other girls made a point of seeming busy and left them alone.
The two of them showered, and then Janice leaned back
against the tiled wall with her feet three feet apart and said to
Gail, "Do me. Do what Mary did to you."
"No. That would be a sin!"
"Be quiet!" In a flash, Janice twisted Gail's arm, forcing Gail
to bend over, and the sound of spanking reverberated in the
tiled room. Gail gritted her teeth and tried not to cry out, as
her already bruised ass cheeks were punished again. And then,
suddenly, she felt it again, that stirring between her legs that
culminated in a machine gun chattering inside her and a
blissful relaxation. Janet released her. "You got yours. Now
do me." Gail got down on her knees on the hard tile floor and
allowed Janice to entwine her fingers in Gail's hair, the better
to steer her head between the older girl's legs. She whispered
directions to Gail, who did as she was told, licking the smooth
labia, sliding her tongue over the nubbin of Janice's clit, until
Janice came and then released her.
Tuesday was even worse. Miss Spiegel, the school nurse,
vice headmistress, and science teacher, gave her a demerit for
being unprepared, and even Madame scolded Gail for not
studying hard enough. After class, Miss Hardman, the
headmistress, appeared and took Gail to the infirmary, where
Miss Spiegel made her pee in a cup. Wednesday, Thursday,
and Friday classes were also difficult; there were more
demerits. However, on Thursday, Gail was able to successfully
demonstrate masturbating to orgasm She did it by rolling on
her stomach, closing her eyes and fantasizing that she was
being spanked while she fingered her clit. That done, Janice
held a little ceremony, declaring that Gail was a true Stew.
Janice and Mary helped Gail to shave off all her pubic hair.
"Miss Hardman expects her young ladies to shave their legs.
You must shave a little higher when you do. She'll never
know."
Friday evening, after their "nondenominational" prayers, all the
students were returned to the dining hall for "the reckoning."
Miss Hardman read off the name of a student. The girl went
to the front and bent over a table, her skirt hanging close
against the backs of her thighs. "One demerit." Miss Spiegel
applied one swat across girl's bottom with a cane. The girl
straightened up and returned to her place, declining, however,
to sit. Three more girls received the same punishment with
Miss Spiegel's cane. The next had two demerits, and received
two swats, crying out and whimpering. The next girl got five,
but she was a hardened offender and pretended they didn't hurt.
When Gail's name was called, Miss Hardman called out
"eleven demerits." To make things worse, she lifted Gail's
skirt, exposing her white panties, and Miss Spiegel applied the
cane right across the middle of the taut cloth. It hurt worse
than anything Gail could remember, and she cried out in pain.
The place was hushed, as the students waited for Gail to quiet
down. Then, Miss Spiegel swished the cane again. Gail heard
it a split second before the impact and tried to tighten her
muscles, but that was the wrong thing to do. The impact was
terrible, and Gail screamed again. By the fifth blow, Gail was
distracted by other effects, and it came as a surprise to her
when Miss Spiegel put down the cane and pulled Gail's skirt
down. Gail wondered if Miss Spiegel had noticed how wet the
crotch of the panties must be, after Gail's orgasm.
"This concludes the removal of demerits," said Miss Hardman"
However, this young lady, Gail, tested positive for drugs,
which as you all know, is a major offense. Since this is the
first time, she will be sentenced to only 24 hours of punitive
detention, starting now. Miss Spiegel, take her away, please."
As night fell, Miss Spiegel led Gail across the grass, it was
more of a meadow than a lawn, to a small building on the
edge of the campus. She opened the door and pushed Gail in.
To Gail's surprise, there was another girl there, a big girl with
a full bust and wide hips. "This is Gerda, from Hansen House.
I haven't time to supervise your whole detention, so Gerda will
help. Now, Gail, remove your clothes." Thoroughly
intimidated, Gail removed her shoes, her socks, her uniform
blouse, her uniform skirt, and, finally, her bra and her panties.
"Just as I thought, she has shaved her pubic region. She's one
of those Stews. They all masturbate. But she won't tonight.
Gerda, get the punishment panties." Gerda went to some
drawers and came back with a black rubber garment. "This is
for girls who are oversexed. Put them on, Gail." With some
difficulty, Gail stepped into the leg holes and pulled the rubber
thing up. It was shaped not unlike Spandex athletic shorts,
except the inside was covered with little rubber fingers. She
pulled it up as far as it would go. The short legs were tight
around her upper thighs, and the rubber fingers inside tortured
the welts on her inflamed buttocks. Strangely, the crotch of
the rubber pants was very low, inches away from her vulva,
and stiff, like the cup in a jock strap. Miss Spiegel pulled tight
a kind metal cable in the waistband and locked it in place. "Do
not try to masturbate, Gail. It cannot be easy, and Gerda will
see you. You will wear these for the next 24 hours. They are
impossible to remove, until I unlock them."
"Miss Spiegel, how can I go to the bathroom?"
"You can't. There are some drain holes, if you urinate, but if
you have a bowel movement, you will just have to sleep in
your own excrement. That's part of the punishment, for girls
who pollute themselves by masturbating. They didn't tell you
that, at Stewart House, did they? They don't think we know
what goes on in the shower room. One more thing, Gail. We
can't have you obscenely topless. Gerda." Gerda went to
another drawer and returned with two more rubber objects.
They looked like falsies, the sponge rubber things girls put in
their bras to improve the bust line, except that these were
stiffer and had those little rubber spikes on the inside. Miss
Spiegel slipped them into the soft cups of Gail's bra and put it
on her, hooking the strap in back as tightly as she could.
"Ow, it hurts. You are mashing my breasts!"
"Fancy that. I wouldn't have imagined such a thing," said Miss
Spiegel. She led Gail to a sort of jail cell and pushed her
inside, bolting the barred door behind her. There was an
inch-thick mat on the floor and a blanket, no other furniture,
not even a chamber pot. "Try to get some sleep, Gail. You
will be working hard tomorrow. By the way, Gail, did you
bring the drugs with you from home, or did you get them from
someone else?"
Gail couldn't rat on the others. "I brought them with me."
"Interesting. And where did you hide them?"
Gail tried to think how she could have done it. "I put them in a
plastic bag and hid them in my panties."
"We didn't find them when you changed into your uniform and
we sent your clothes home with your mother. By your panties,
you mean your vagina, don't you? You are one of those sluts
who hides things in her cunt. I'll remember that, the next time
you need to be searched. There will be more urine tests. Of
course, after 24 hours of detention, you will probably be
careful not to get caught again, right Gail?"
"Yes, Miss Spiegel." Gail tried to sleep, but she could not get
comfortable. She couldn't lie on her back, for her beaten
buttocks were on fire when the rubber fingers pressed on her
welts. It was bad enough on her side, for her weight drove the
rubber spikes into her flesh. If she slept on her tummy, the
pressure on her breasts was intolerable. She was constantly
aware of the sensations in her squashed breasts, not entirely
unpleasant, but distracting. She tried to touch herself, hidden
by the blanket, but there was no way she could get her hand
inside the waistband or, for that matter, up the tight legs of the
rubber garment. She tried to press the crotch up against her
vulva, but she couldn't manage that, either. If only she could
manage an orgasm, then perhaps she could sleep.
Suddenly Gerda shouted, "I see you. You are trying to
masturbate. You were warned." The barred door swung open.
"On your knees, bitch." Gail complied, presenting her beaten
rump to Gerda. Gerda had a wooden paddle and applied it to
the same places the cane had hit, only now the rubber fingers
were driven into her flesh with every blow. Gail screamed and
protested, but she got her orgasm, two, one right after the
other, and she slept pretty well.
In the morning, Gerda was gone, but Miss Spiegel showed up
with a bowl of oatmeal for Gail's breakfast. She made Gail
put on a simple dress over her punishment garments and gave
her some rubber clogs to wear on her feet. When Gerda
showed up, Gail was made to spend the morning hoeing a
garden. It was awful work, hot and sweaty. Her back ached,
and her movements made the rubber irritate the welts from her
caning. Lunch was a sandwich, and then another student took
over from Gerda and made Gail load a cart with rocks and pull
it across the campus and make a pile there. This went on for
half the afternoon, and then the girl said, "OK, take them back
to where you got them." The futility of it all made Gail really
mad. When Gail had finished, Miss Spiegel showed up with a
bucket of beans for Gail's supper. She told the other girl she go
to dinner and watched while Gail finished her beans, standing
up. Then Miss Spiegel remarked, "Those punishment panties
are pretty uncomfortable, aren't they, Gail?"
"Yes, Miss Spiegel."
"Your detention doesn't end for more than two hours. However,
if you agree to help me with some research I'm doing, I could
let you take them off sooner than that. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Miss Spiegel."
"Leave the bowl there and follow me." Miss Spiegel led Gail
across the campus to the infirmary, with her own little cottage
attached. There was no one to see them, for the whole school
was at dinner. She led Gail into a little garden behind the
kitchen. There was a tall board fence, so no one could see in.
In the center was a paved area, with a hot tub and a shower,
just a vertical pipe with a hose and shower head hanging
down, the kind of sprayer one sees on sinks for rinsing dishes.
"Wait here a minute." The nurse went inside and came out
with a bag and a camcorder. "Stand still and straight, at
attention." She went behind Gail and unhooked the bra, then
unlocked the cable which cinched in the waist of the rubber
panties. She pointed the camera at Gail and said, "You may
remove those now."
"You are going to take pictures of me naked?"
"Yes. As part of my research, I have to document the effects of
the punishment. It's scientific data. It isn't as if your parents or
boy friends would ever see them. In fact, what has happened
the last 24 hours can remain confidential. Miss Hardman won't
tell your parents, for the first offense, and I'd advise you not to
tell anyone at Stewart House about your experiences." As Miss
Spiegel made video recordings, Gail shrugged out of her bra.
The rubber inserts had punished her breasts, leaving a hundred
or so red indentations in the skin. Miss Spiegel took close-up
shots. Then Gail peeled off the clingy rubber pants, rolling the
rubber down as far as she could and then hauling on the legs
until they slid down her thighs. Again, Miss Spiegel got it all
on tape. As circulation returned to hundreds of pressure
points, Gail rubbed herself and tried to relieve the pain. "Yes,
they hurt, don't they Gail. Here, let me help. Just stand still."
Miss Spiegel took some medicated lotion and spread it with
her hands over Gail's breasts. "Stand still, girl. There, that
feels better, doesn't it?" She continued to massage Gail's
breasts. After a while, Miss Spiegel progressed down to Gail's
bottom. The welts from the caning had begun to turn blue, but
the pressure points from the rubber fingers inside the panties
were marked by red spots of broken blood vessels. Miss
Spiegel rubbed the lotion into Gail's soft buttocks, kneading
then with her hands. "Stand still, girl!" she said and slapped
Gail's right buttock. Gail made a little noise, as the thrills of a
mini-orgasm went through her. When Miss Spiegel moved
around to the sides and front, smoothing in the lotion, Gail
tried to stand still, as she thought about what had just
happened. "Oh, you seem to have some diaper rash between
your legs, from urinating in the rubber panties. I'll just take
some pictures, and then I'll rub in some soothing lotion." Gail
stood, eyes closed, as the camera light shone on her most
private place, and then she felt Miss Spiegel examining there.
"Stand still!" Swat. A rush of sensation, and then Gail settled
down and stood still. "Gail, you are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, Miss Spiegel."
"Your hymen is still intact. You don't even use tampons, do
you?"
"No, Miss Spiegel."
"Then you couldn't have hidden the dope in your vagina. And
there was no place else to hide it, unless you hid it in your
rectum, which I find unlikely." Gail felt a finger at her anus
and flinched, trying to pull away, except that Miss Spiegel had
her other hand over Gail's vulva, and moving away from the
probing finger just mashed her vulva. "No, I don't think you
could have put anything into your anus. You got the dope here
at school, from one of the other girls. Who was it?" Gail was
silent. "Who was it?" Gail refused to answer. "You might as
well tell me. I'll get a name out of you sooner or later." Gail
still did speak. With great strength, Miss Spiegel bent Gail
over the edge of the hot tub and began to spank her already
sore bottom. Even though Gail cried with each blow, she did
not name names, and the orgasms came, one after another,
until she was almost transported to a new level of reality.
The spanking stopped. "Wait here, Gail." Gail slumped over
the hot tub, which still had its cover on, and tried to recover
from the waves of passion which had coursed through her
body. Miss Spiegel returned. "Spanking doesn't convince you
to speak, and I don't want to leave fresh welts on your
backside, but there are other ways to make you name names.
You value your virginity, don't you? Suppose I were to rape
you with this?" She held up a big, black dildo about two
inches in diameter.
"No, Miss Spiegel, that would tear me apart!"
"Yes, it would be a shame to break that hymen. They are so
rare around here. How about here?" She pressed the dildo
between Gail's nether cheeks, pressing the anus.
"No, please don't." The pressure increased, dilating Gail's
little rosebud. "No, it hurts!"
"Tell me who gave you the dope, or I'll rape your virgin ass."
The pressure increased.
"It was Janice Wilson. Sunday night. She told me I'd have to
learn to smoke. I didn't know it was dope."
"Very well. I'll take it from there." She released Gail and let
her stand up. "I haven't finished getting my data. Over here,
Gail." Miss Spiegel measured Gail's height and weight, her
bust and waist and hips and inside leg. "Two girls the same
height can have different length legs. Just stand there while I
enter these data in my computer." Gail closed her eyes and
wondered how she had ever gotten herself into this sort of
situation. What should she have done differently? "Gail, you
look a fright. Here's some shampoo. Get under the
shower and wash your hair." Gail washed her hair, while Miss
Spiegel stood there and held the handle down on the spray
head, allowing the warm water to flow. She helped Gail wash
all over, sliding a cake of Ivory over Gail's back and breasts,
over her buttocks and belly, even washing her labia and
spraying water inside, being careful not to break the hymen.
"There, don't you feel better, Gail?"
"Yes, Miss Spiegel."
The nurse pulled the cover off the hot tub and said, "Gail, get
in there. It will relax you." Gail climbed in and leaned back in
the hot water, closing her eyes and luxuriating. Then she
realized that Miss Spiegel had joined her. She opened her eyes
and saw her teacher, stark naked, in the tub beside her. Miss
Spiegel must have been twice Gail's age, at least, but she still
had a slim, firm figure. Her breasts were bigger than Gail's,
and they hung down more. To Gail's great surprise, she saw
that Miss Spiegel's pubic hair was gone, too, and, golden rings
shone in her labia. "Come, sit here," said her teacher, as she
positioned Gail's body. Then Miss Spiegel turned a knob and a
fountain of bubbly water erupted right between Gail's legs.
Gail tried to move, but Miss Spiegel was stronger. Inevitably,
as the water pummeled Gail's labia and clitoris, Gail
experienced an orgasm, and then another, and another, each
stronger than the last. It seemed as if time stood still, and there
was nothing in the world except the excitement between her
legs. When, at last, Miss Spiegel released her, Gail moved
against the hot tub wall and lay back, exhausted. Her teacher
gave her several minutes to recover. Then Miss Spiegel sat on
the edge of the hot tub, her legs in the water, and said, "There
is still some time to be served in your punitive detention. I
think you should come here and help me out." Miss Spiegel
parted her thighs and guided Gail between them. She hooked a
finger tip in each of the rings and spread her outer labia wide,
revealing her inner lips and the glans of her clitoris peeping out
of its sheath. "Lick me. You know where. Right there."
Gail bent and ran her tongue over the protruding clitoris. "Oh
yes," her teacher sighed, "Oh, yes. Don't stop. Yes, yes. Oh,
oh, OH Yessss!!!" Gail backed a way. "Do it again, Gail.
That's a good girl. You are going to be one of my favorite
students. Oh, yes. Oh, yes! Ohhh!!" This went on for some
time, until at last Gail was pushed away. She waited, patiently,
until Miss Spiegel recovered her composure and got out of the
tub. "Stay there, Gail, until I come back for you." She turned
up the bubble fountain.
She came back with Gail's uniform and shoes, and she, herself,
was dressed, in black, however, not in her white nurse uniform.
It was getting dark, and Miss Spiegel said, "I think your 24
hour detention is over, Gail. I'll see you back to Stewart
House. Here is your uniform. I washed the bra and panties,
and they are not dry yet, but you can carry them. No one will
notice that you are not wearing underwear. Here's a towel.
Get dried off and get dressed." She sat and watched while Gail
complied with the instructions, omitting the bra and panties,
which her teacher put into a paper bag.
In the gloom of early night, the two of them walked across
campus toward Stewart House, hand in hand. A hundred yards
before the front door, Miss Spiegel sat down on a bench,
shielded from view by trees. She pulled Gail down across her
lap and held Gail's wrists together behind her back. "You
have been a good girl, Gail," she said, as she flipped Gail's
blue skirt up across her back, exposing the round cheeks which
had endured so much during the last 24 hours. "Before I turn
you over to Mrs. Brasier, and until we meet again, here's
something to remember me by." Her right hand came down
hard on Gail's bottom, and it continued until Gail had another
gut-wrenching orgasm.
Gail refused to talk about her punishment detention, though the
other girls saw enough in the shower to know it had been
rough. The next week of classes went a little better, as Gail
learned to put her studies first and to resist Janice's claims to
her time. Mrs. Brasier made the girls do their homework at the
big table in the living room of Stewart House, so Gail did have
time to study. On Saturday, Janice said, "We're going out to
smoke. Are you coming, Gail?"
Gail might have said, "No, I don't want to get caught again."
Instead she said, "Aren't you afraid you will get caught?"
"No. They test us when we get here, and again three weeks
later, but if we test negative both times, they don't bother
testing us again. We don't have to worry. You do, though."
Gail thought about what she planned to do, and she thought
about how Janice must have known Gail would be caught and
she thought about what Miss Spiegel had done to her, and she
decided what to do. "Yeah, I'd like to smoke with you," she
said. Janice supplied the weed, and they all had a good time,
with a "party" in the shower afterward. On Sunday, in the
chapel, Gail managed to slip a note to Miss Spiegel, and on
Monday, all the Stewart House girls were tested for drugs.
Janice and Gail and three others tested positive.
Friday night, at the reckoning, Gail got only two swats with the
cane, enough to hurt but not enough for an orgasm, and she, as
a second offender, was sentenced to 36 hours of punitive
detention. Janice and the other three girls each got 24 hours.
Miss Spiegel had convinced Miss Hardman that the offenders
should be punished separately. Gail was confined at Miss
Spiegel's cottage. Janice got the punishment panties and the
jail cell, while the other three had to sleep alone in various
spare rooms on the campus. Since, as a hospital, the place had
housed many more patients than there were students now, it
was easy to find spare rooms. While Miss Spiegel did not have
much time for each offender, Janice and the others got dirty
jobs in the kitchens, carried rocks, and generally had an
unpleasant time of it. The three girls who did not wear
punishment panties, simply because there weren't enough to go
around, took terms "riding the wooden pony", straddling a
board on tip toe, until their calf muscles couldn't stand it, and
they had to endure the pressure of the board on their tender
perineum. Gail, on the other hand, since she was the snitch,
got rather more attention from Miss Spiegel. Gail spent some
time hoeing, and carrying rocks, so she could be seen to be
punished, but the rest of the time she spent pleasuring Miss
Spiegel, or receiving "hydrotherapy" in the hot tub or simply
watching TV in Miss Spiegel's absence. In her 36 hours of
"punishment," Gail had more orgasms than she had in her life,
previously. Before she was returned to Stewart House, Miss
Spiegel caned her bare bottom until Gail came, which would
allow Gail to claim she was punished worse than the others.
On Wednesday, the Physical Education teacher had to take
time off, unexpectedly, to attend the funeral of a relative, and
Miss Hardman gave the students the afternoon off. Janice and
her three friends insisted that Gail join them for a picnic in the
woods, and Janice carried a bag of "goodies." as she led them
a mile and a half to a little mountain lake that Gail had no idea
was there. When they arrived, Janice said, "Before we eat,
let's all take a swim."
"I don't have a bathing suit or towel," said Gail, naively.
"Skinny dipping," said Janice. Gail could hardly refuse, when
all the girls took off their uniforms and splashed into the lake.
Gail, embarrassed, but afraid not to go along, was last. The
water was cold, and it made her nipples stand erect. The other
girls surrounded her and started asking questions. "Did you
have to wear punishment panties?" asked Janice.
"No, but I had to the first time."
"Did you have to ride the wooden pony?"
"I don't know what you mean?"
"If you had, Miss Spiegel would have told you what it was. I
think you are the one who snitched on us. You got special
treatment. I got the worst, because Miss Spiegel knew I was
the supplier of the grass. You are the only one who could have
told her."
"Not me! I got 36 hours punishment."
"Come on, let's teach her a lesson about snitching on her
friends." They held Gail's head under water until she was half
drowned, and then they hauled her up on shore and tied her
hands with ropes from the "goody" bag. They suspended her
from her wrists, with a rope over a tree branch, and then they
tied her ankles to a stick, which kept her feet about four feet
apart. Gail pleaded that she was innocent, but they weren't
believing that. "Are you a virgin, Gail?"
"Yes."
"Not for long," said Janice. She took a cucumber, stolen from
the kitchen, from the bag. It was almost two inches in
diameter and longer than a normal penis. Janice pressed the
end between Gail's labia, and when she screamed and twisted,
trying to avoid the rape, Janice's accomplices held Gail's legs
steady. One stuffed Gail's panties into her mouth and tied
them there, a fairly effective gag. Gail could only make
muffled protests as Janice pressed the cucumber deeper into
Gail's tight vagina. There was a trace of blood, as Gail's
vagina was stretched more than anyone might have thought
possible, and Janice expressed her pleasure at the sight of Gail
suffering. As Gail hung there, her legs obscenely spread, each
girl took turns raping her with the huge penis-like cucumber.
In spite of the pain and embarrassment, or perhaps because of
them, Gail had several orgasms, and before long her brain was
so befuddled with her own endorphins that she was "feeling no
pain." Then they took turns raping Gail's ass. The four girls
cut switches from tree branches and collectively whipped her
bare backside and exposed breasts until she was punished far
worse than a formal Friday caning. What seemed to them to be
Gail's moaning in pain was, in reality, her response to the
orgasms which resulted from the whipping. Finally, Janice
said, "Enough. We don't want her in the infirmary; too much
explaining to do."
"But she ought to ride the wooden pony, the way we had to,"
said one of the others.
"We don't have a board, but we do have this," replied Janice,
holding up a length of rope. She passed the rope around Gail's
waist and made a simple overhand knot over Gail's navel.
Then she twisted the two ends and tied knots every inch or so
for about twenty inches. She passed the knotted rope between
Gail's spread thighs and brought the ends up under the rope
around her waist. They threw the loose ends up over the
branch and pulled until Gail was lifted by the knotted rope and
the tension on her arms was reduced. Gail's outer labia were
forced apart as the knots put pressure on her clitoris, her
tortured vaginal vestibule, and even her anus, so recently
stretched by the cucumber. Janice put her foot on the stick
between Gail's legs and bounced her up and down, forcing the
knots to abrade her vulva. "That's what the wooden pony is
like, Gail. Now you are one of us." She took two split sticks
and let them snap tight on Gail's nipples. "And that's a little
extra, that Miss Spiegel didn't think of." The four naked girls
enjoyed a picnic on the grass, eating contraband candy, while
Gail, hanging from the branch, writhed in pain and passion,
enjoying the orgasms which the pain provoked. Likely the
other girls would never know or understand, how pain could be
so closely related to sexual pleasure. Finally, Janice said it was
time to untie Gail and they would all return for the evening
meal. "Gail, if you breathe a word about this to anyone, you
will regret it. You don't know what real pain is. Don't make
me show you."
Even though they had their revenge, Janice and the other three
girls didn't leave Gail alone. They forced her to do chores for
them and cornered her in the shower each night for a bit of oral
sex. Gail decided she must do something to declare her
independence, something to teach Janice a lesson. She knew
that Janice used to sneak off into the woods when she had a
chance, and Gail followed her one time. She found that Janice
had a car, in violation of the school rules, parked at the end of
a dirt track in the woods a half-hour's walk from the school.
She kept a key hidden somewhere near, and she could change
out of her school uniform and into ordinary clothes to escape
and go into town, if she wanted to.
The next time Janice crept away, Gail saw Mr. Brasier fixing a
fence not to far away. He stopped and was gathering up his
tools when Gail got to him. "Mr. Brasier, I need your help.
Would you help me?"
"Help you do what?"
"Play a trick on Janice. She has it coming."
"What kind of trick?"
"Oh, just tie her up and tease her some. I need your muscle."
"What's in it for me?"
"A blow job?" She was thinking of making Janice give Mr.
Brasier a BJ.
"OK."
The two of them set off in pursuit of Janice, Gail leading and
Mr. Brasier right behind. By the time they neared the car,
Janice was down to her bra and panties. Gail assumed Janice
was changing out of her school uniform so she could drive into
town. "OK, Mr. Brasier," whispered Gail, you grab her and
hold her, and I'll try to find something to tie her up."
Instead, Mr. Brasier grabbed Gail, twisting her arm behind her
back. He forced her to walk to the car. Janice, removing her
bra, said, "Hello, Lover. What have we here?"
"She wanted me to help her tie you up. She promised me a
blow job if I'd help her."
"Hey, Lover, why don't you hold onto Gail, and I'll make sure
you get your blow job," said Janice, as slid her panties down
her long legs. Mr. Brasier hugged Gail from behind and
squeezed her breasts.
Gail cried, "Mr. Brasier!" Janice, naked now but for her shoes,
took some rope out of her car and tied Gail's wrists together.
While Mr. Brazier held Gail, Janice removed Gail's skirt and
panties, slid her blouse up over her head, and unhooked the
strap of her bra. Mr. Brasier immediately slid his hands under
the loosened cups and pinched Gail's nipples. "Nooo! That
hurts."
Janice forced Gail to her knees in the middle of the road and
said, "Mr. Brasier, Gail is ready to give you that blow job
now." Mr. Brasier removed his tool belt and dropped his
trousers and shorts. Already his penis stood tall.
"Nooo," wailed Gail. "I've never done that. I don't know
how."
"Just lick it and suck it, Gail. Just remember not to bite. If
you do, I'll twist off your nipples. Lover, please hand me the
pliers from you belt." With Janice holding her right nipple in
the jaws of the pliers, Gail had no choice but to follow
directions and fellate Mr. Brasier. She gagged when he
ejaculated in her mouth, but Janice made Gail swallow all the
semen. "Now," commanded Janice, "make him hard again, so
he can fuck me." With tears running down her cheeks, and her
nipple still hostage in the pliers, Gail licked and sucked until
Mr. Brasier's penis once more was stiff. Then Janice asked
him to help her with Gail. A nearby tree had a branch which
jutted upward from the trunk about a meter from the ground.
Janice and her lover lifted Gail and set her with her back to the
trunk astride the branch. Gail's feet couldn't touch the ground,
and the weight of her body was supported by the pressure of
the branch against her clitoris and pubic bone. Janice tied
Gail's hands to the trunk above her head and stuffed Gail's
panties into her mouth to stifle the cries of woe as Gail's
tenderest place was mashed against the bark by her own
weight. "Oh, let me borrow your work gloves," said Janice.
She put them on and walked a few meters up the road,
returning with some roadside weeds. "Stinging nettles," she
said, as she placed some in each cup of Gail's bra and then
fastened the strap in back. Thousands of little glassy prickles
pressed into Gail's sensitive breasts and broke off beneath the
skin, releasing their burning toxins. Gail howled though her
gag as her tears flowed and the branch pressed her vulva.
Gail had to watch, as Janice rolled a condom onto Mr.
Brasier's penis and had him lie down on a blanket spread in the
grass. Janice squatted over his penis and guided it into her
love tunnel, all the while telling Gail that she should watch and
learn about what she was missing. Since Mr. Brasier had come
once already, Janice had a good hard ride, rocking her pelvis
and gyrating on his buried pole, coming two or three times
before he filled the condom and his softened prod was
squeezed out by her vaginal contractions.
The lovers got up and got dressed. Janice put away the blanket
and locked the car. Then they untied Gail's hands and lifted
her down. As soon as she could, Gail removed her gag and
took off her blouse and bra, emptying the crushed nettles from
the green-stained bra. Her clit, which had become almost
numb from the pressure, now hurt terribly, but Gail forced
herself to put on her damp panties and her skirt, then her
blouse, though she couldn't stand the thought of a bra pressing
on her itching/stinging pink swollen breasts. "That was fun,
Gail. You're invited to come along with me any time, if you'd
like to watch again," said Janice. "Of course, if you ever
mention this to anyone, we'll make sure you regret it." They
walked away from Gail, hand in hand, and left her to find her
way back to Stewart House and to sneak in unseen.
That night, touching herself under her bed covers, Gail
discovered her clitoris was still bruised and too sore to finger,
but her breasts, injected with serotonin by the nettles, were
exceptionally sensitive. To her surprise, she was able to have
an orgasm just by playing with her breasts. Her revenge on
Janice hadn't worked out the way she had planned, but it was
an interesting afternoon.
Janice seemed to stop abusing Gail, and Gail dared hope she
was at last going to be allowed to enjoy school, without being
Janice's slave. However, Sunday afternoon, Janice said to her,
"Come on Gail, we're going for a walk in the woods."
"No, I don't want to go." Suddenly, Gail felt a stabbing pain in
her left buttock, an electric shock which convulsed the muscles
in her leg and left her rolling in the grass.
Janice opened her hand to show her a small device. "It works
like a cattle prod. Mr. B. made it for me. Now you do what I
say, or I'll touch you again. Imagine what it would feel like
against your breast, or your cunt." Gail knew she was helpless.
It would do no good to run. She would just have to do what
Janice ordered. Together they hiked up to the lake, a bit
beyond the skinny-dipping place. There they found Mr.
Brasier, and a blanket spread on the grass. There was a tripod
with a video camcorder on it, pointing toward the blanket. "All
right, Gail, just do what you are told, and you won't get hurt.
If you refuse, or you try to run away, we know how to hurt you
where it won't show, but you won't forget the pain. Do I make
myself clear?" said Mr. B. Gail nodded. "OK, stand on the
blanket and take off your shoes and socks." He recorded her
doing that. "Now, toss your head and smile. That's it. Stretch
and wriggle a bit, and throw your chest out." She followed his
directions and did a slow strip tease, removing her blouse and
then her skirt. She made some dance moves and then removed
her bra. Mr. B. got some close-ups of her little conical breasts,
with the nipples prominently erect. "Now, slowly, slide your
panties down. That's the way. Don't hurry." When she was
stark naked, he made her do some balletic moves, even holding
one leg up to display her hairless vulva. He got close-ups of
her leaning back, thrusting her pelvis forward, and of her
bending over and grabbing her ankles, displaying her plump
labia between the cheeks of her ass. "Now some more close-
ups, Gail. Use your fingers to spread the lips. That's it. Now
finger your clit. Beautiful. I've got a buyer in Switzerland
who will pay a whole lot for this. You look like a twelve year
old."
After what seemed a long time, but probably was no more than
twenty minutes, Janice took the camera and ordered Gail to
give Mr. Brasier a blow job. When Gail hesitated, Janice
pressed the device against Gail's hairless labia and zapped her.
It took Gail minutes to recover, but she fellated Mr. B. with
apparent enthusiasm. Janice recorded it all, close in, never
showing her lover's face. Mr. Brasier pulled his penis out of
Gail's mouth and ejaculated over her face. Then Janice said,
"OK, Gail, you can get dressed now. Wipe your face and go
back to Stewart House. If you say a word, or even let someone
suspect, you will regret it." She put the camera on the tripod
and undressed as Gail hurried away.
As luck would have it, Miss Spiegel spotted Gail in the woods
and asked her where she had been. "Oh, I was just walking in
the woods. I went to look at the loons near the lake" Gail
hoped she sounded convincingly innocent.
That evening, at dinner, Miss Hardman said that, after the
meal, all the Stewart girls should wait for her in the reception
room next to her office. They went, of course, but Janice
wasn't among them. One by one the girls were called into
Miss Hardman's office, and they must have left by another
way, for no one returned to the reception room. Gail was the
last to be called. She walked in and saw Miss Hardman,
behind her desk, looking like a hanging judge, and Miss
Spiegel stood beside her, holding a video cassette.
Miss Hardman made Gail stand at attention while she scolded.
"Gail, you are morally depraved and a danger to the school.
What you did this afternoon deserves instant expulsion and a
quick trip home. Unfortunately, your step mother is in the
Carribean on a gentleman friend's yacht. So, you have no
home to go to, and we will have to keep you here. However,
we will not let one bad apple spoil the barrel. You are not to
speak to the other students or go near them unnecessarily.
Stewart House is closed, and the residents have been
reassigned to other houses. You will be allowed to attend
classes and meals, but at all other times you will be under the
direct supervision of Miss Spiegel. You will not be allowed to
participate in games or go on field trips or take part in
activities such as the Christmas play. You are to be punished
for your depravity, and Miss Spiegel will see to that. You will
sleep at the infirmary under close observation. If you are seen
conversing with other students, your punishment will be more
severe. Is that clear?" Gail nodded, and she was dismissed to
the custody of Miss Spiegel.
As the two of them walked across the grass toward Miss
Spiegel's cottage cum infirmary, the older woman said,
"There, there, Gail. It won't be so bad. We'll use the hot tub
together, and of course you will be spanked regularly. You'll
like that, won't you?"
Gail nodded. "Miss Spiegel, how did you get that tape.?"
"I went on up to the lake, and I found Janice and Mr. Brasier
performing for the cam-corder. When they saw me, they
jumped up and fled, both of them naked as the day they were
born. There was no point in chasing them. I simply removed
the tape and returned to the school."
"Are they going to put Mr. Brasier in jail? Will you give that
tape to the police?"
"No. What Mr. Brasier did was a serious felony, but to
prosecute would bring disgrace to the school. I'm sure he and
Janice are long gone by now. They won't bother us. Oh, you
want to know about Mrs. Brasier. She's gone, too. She must
have been in on it. There was a hidden camera in the shower
room, with a monitor in their bedroom. No, I'll keep the tape,
and if you are a good girl, perhaps I'll let you watch yourself
perform." In the gloom, Miss Spiegel put her right arm around
Gail's shoulders, and with her free hand she gently squeezed
Gail's left breast. "Don't worry, Gail. You and I will have
some good times together."
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