DAY 1 - ARRIVAL

 

Greetings and welcome to the start of Summer School. I am Headmaster Hardman, Principal of the School, a place where young ladies of 18 to 21 years of age come to sharpen up some of the skills they will carry with them into their later lives. All of the episodes in this series are narrated from my point of view unless otherwise indicated. Please bear that in mind in the days ahead as you discover what happened in Summer School this year.

 

 

This school is unusual in that it is a crash course in teaching a young woman how to behave and how to be dutiful. The enrolees are all entirely volunteers, so far as the School is concerned; though once they enrol they can not back out. Most come to the School through their parents who are desperate to see their young girl blossom into a woman who is going to do something useful with her life. Whilst the parents are fully aware of our methods, we ask them not to divulge too much to their precious daughters as we don't want to spoil the fun.

We are located in a great big mansion in the heart of rural England, with over two hundred acres of land. The complex contains dormitories and classrooms as you would expect. There is also a well-equipped gymnasium, sauna, indoor swimming pool with Jacuzzi, and two other games rooms as well as a large, comfortable lounge and a dining room. The School accommodates twenty girls for a four week crash course during the summer vacation, but if the girls think this is a holiday, they are very much mistaken. I have a team of six staff to help me with the lessons and to supervise other activities. We also have a full time Matron and an administrator.

Today is arrivals day. This is possibly the most intriguing day for me as headmaster. I can watch, using all the latest hi-tech gadgetry including in-house CCTV, as the pupils arrive. Of course, I know a lot about each girl already. I have pictures of them, clothed of course, and to be honest I only accepted on the course those that looked attractive. I have details of their education, their misdemeanours, bad habits, basically anything I can use in their four weeks of intensive education that is about to start.

I won't waste time here describing each girl in detail as we will come to that as and when I have each girl to deal with in the days to come, and their descriptions are on our website anyway, but for now, my red hot tip for some serious punishments in the weeks ahead is a gorgeous, slender, long-legged blonde called Tiffany Withers. When I saw her pouting, rouged lips, on the picture her mother sent me, I just knew Tiffany would need to spend a lot of time in my presence over the next few weeks.

Well, that's enough of the introductions. It is now 5:00pm and the girls have arrived, and had time to settle in and most importantly, I have all the agreements signed by them and their parents. The young things are now entirely in the hands of myself and my capable staff for the next four weeks. As it is 5:00pm they are all gathered in the great hall, the room where we hold all the group meetings. They are awaiting my presence and start of term speech, so please follow me as I lead the way in my jet-black master's gown to get these proceedings underway.

 

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"Good afternoon ladies, and welcome to Summer School. My name is Hardman and I am headmaster of this School and owner of the entire estate where you are to spend the next four weeks."

The girls were all dressed in their Summer School uniforms. These consist of white blouses, dark blue, pleated skirts, white ankle socks and training shoes. Under those skirts are supposed to be pure white panties. The need for a simple uniform is quite simple - it brings with it respect and to some degree makes the girl, who is now a legal adult, feel once again under the thumb of the teaching staff.

"As you have seen from the agreement papers you and your parents have signed, my word in this establishment is law. You will do as you are told all the time. You will have set lessons according to the timetable you will be given shortly and you will have homework." I paused for the groans and a single voice of dissention to die down. I spotted the dissenter and decided to use her as an example in a moment.

"I expect you all to do your best while you are here and to ensure that happens, I want you to know that within this establishment, you can expect to be punished for any breach of rules, shoddy work or any act of dissention, Miss Cartwright," I added looking at the voice of dissention over my half-rimmed spectacles.

"You will have plenty of free time to relax and have fun. As well as the lessons there are activities available to you. Some are sporting in nature and others not, so there should be something for everyone. At the end of each week, we will have a meeting in here, and the three worst students during the week will receive further punishment, so you want to keep yourself off that list. At the start of each week the slate will be wiped clean, so you all start each week from a level playing field, Miss Cartwright," I added, just to let her feel uncomfortable. I smirked inwardly when I saw her shift uneasily in her seat.

"We have compiled a mini-brochure of the punishments we administer in this establishment for the various different rules you might break and you will be given a copy on the way out of this meeting. Lessons will start promptly at 9:00am each morning and last for two and a half hours. Breakfast is from 7:30am to 8:30 am, luncheon from 12:30pm to 1:30pm and Dinner from 7:00pm to 8:00pm. Lights out is at 10:00pm. Dinner is the only formal meal and you are required to dress in the uniform you are wearing now. You will also wear the same uniform for lessons. What you wear in the afternoon is up to you. Any questions?"

"Sir?" A high-pitched, timid voice came from the back of the gathering.

"Yes, Miss Brown, isn't it?"

"Yes, Sir. When you say punishments, what exactly do you mean? Loss of privileges?"

I laughed for a moment and then replied.

"No, my dear Miss Brown. In this establishment we use the cane, the paddle, the slipper, the hand and the tawse. It is up to each of the staff to deal with any situation in the way they want to, but anything of a very serious nature comes to my office."

"You're kidding, right?" The voice of the dissenter again.

"No, Miss Cartwright, I am not kidding. You have now had the temerity to interrupt this meeting twice with total discourtesy. Accordingly I will use you to show the others that we are most definitely not kidding. Stand up and come to the front. Mr Edmonds, would you be so kind as to fetch me the paddle from the cupboard?"

Mr Edmonds is in his mid thirties, somewhat stocky and balding.

"You're not going to fucking beat me in front of this lot," said Emma Cartwright as she stood up." Emma Cartwright is eighteen years of age, five six, with short dark hair and a B-cup sized bosom.

"We are indeed going to punish you, and for swearing, which you already know is not allowed in this establishment, you have just increased your punishment. Come forward and let us get this over with."

Emma Cartwright moved to the space in front of the other pupils, who sat back on their chairs wondering what was going to happen.

"Now, turn and face the staff. Bend over, with your legs slightly apart and grasp your ankles. For dissention you will receive ten strokes of the paddle and for swearing a further ten. It is one of the habits your parents want cured and I intend not to disappoint them."

When Emma Cartwright made no attempt to move I informed her that any further delays were only going to increase her punishment. In response she snarled at me but then did as she was told. I decide to ignore the snarl - for now. Emma faced the staff, sneered at them and then bent over, grasping her ankles.

"Just so everyone is aware, in this establishment we expect you to act like adults and thus, when you are punished you will be punished like adults, which means you are punished on the bare."

As I spoke, I lifted Emma's pleated skirt up and over her upturned bottom. She was wearing panties, but they were not white - they were blue.

"School rules stipulate white panties," I chided her. "In future you will do as you are told. That is another ten strokes for incorrect attire," I added as I slid the panties back over her bottom so they hung just above her knees. "Now hold still, and if you must cry out then don't swear or we will start the punishment again."

I now held the leather paddle in my hand. It is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. The hard leather of the business-end is two inches wide and twelve long, tapering into the soft leather handle. There is not much spring in the leather, so it will make a really big impression when it is used across a set of buttocks.

I lined the paddle up right across Emma's cheeks and drew back to deliver the first stroke. It was a beauty, crashing into her pale, almost white flesh, just below the centre point. I hit her hard enough for her to gasp out with the shock and the onset of pain, but I had plenty left in reserve.

"Jeeeezzzzz!" She gasped out again as the second stroke landed almost on top of the first. I stood back to look at the effects of the first two strokes and I noticed the labia between her legs, labia surrounded by wisps of dark hair, an indication she had a full thatch in front of her. Her bottom was already looking more pink where the paddle had landed but she was only breathing slightly more heavily from the first two strokes of her punishment so I decided to up the tempo.

Stroke number three caused her to cry out again as this one landed more on the tops of her legs than on the cheeks proper. I made no apology but simply added stroke number four to where the third one landed. Then I started working my way back up her cheeks to the top, so that by stroke number ten she had a bright red line of pain covering all of her buttocks from the top to the bottom and Emma Cartwright was dripping tears off her face onto the ground. To her credit she had barely moved throughout the ordeal, though she had cried out a lot. It had made most of the other pupils look really worried and a couple of them were also crying as they realised what the next four weeks was going to mean to them.

Splat! I continued the punishment, working back down over Emma's bottom, this time concentrating more on the left cheek. Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"Ow, ow, ow, no please not any more, please stop." She howled as the strokes were delivered much more quickly than the first ten. I ignored her and, starting from the top again I delivered five quick strokes to her right cheek."

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, arrrgggghh! Oh God, please stop, I'll do anything to be good, just please stop."

I paused to look again at the now bright-red bottom.

"Anything?" I hissed into her face as I walked round to see how sorrowful she was. Tears were falling freely and she had her eyes wide open as I tilted her head to look at me.

"Anything, literally," she sobbed.

"I think the girl has suffered enough, for now," I said, standing up, "as this is the first evening. But, don't ANY of you think I will be so lenient in future. You can all go now, and enjoy the time up to dinner. Miss Cartwright, you will come with me to my office."