Chapter 1

 

The exhausted, mud spattered circle of naked girls lay shivering and panting on the cold, damp grass, all their eyes following the extended leather quirts held in the ham like fists of the two physical training instructors.

The girls' heads were together at the centre of the circle, their legs outwards, spread wide. Each girl's feet touching those of the girl on either side of her.

There were twelve of them, forming a clock face of nude female flesh.

Ten of them were the latest batch of trainees at The Cane Academy, the other two were the late arrivals from last year, Petra and Linda.

The identical twin fitness trainers, massively built ex Russian special forces soldiers, were patrolling around the rim of the circle, haranguing the young women, looking down at their wide spread bodies and flicking the fiendish quirts perilously close to exposed and open cunt lips.

"You are all crying! Not nice to cry! Cold and wet, dirty and tired. And why? Why? Because you lazy girls! That's why! You make no effort! So now you punished and now you cry! Stupid! If you work hard you be in hot shower now, playing with pussies! But you lazy! So you here, cold, wet, dirty, crying for self-pity!"

They batted these comments between them, one to the other, across the circle of shivering, miserable girls, adding punctuation in the form of flicks and cracks from the quirts.

"So, we put legs in the air and we have punishment, then we run again, and maybe you earn shower! UP!"

This last word was shouted at full parade ground volume by both men.

The girls instantly, but tearfully raised their legs, each supporting her hips on her hands and keeping her legs spread. They knew what was coming.

The clock face became a crown. A twelve pointed crown of pairs of bare legs, each girl's feet wide apart and touching the feet of the girl either side of her. Each offering her inner thighs, pussy and inverted buttocks to the fierce sting of the quirts.

They had practised this manoeuvre many times. It was a good exercise for abdominal and leg muscles, it made the girls work together and become accustomed to being fully exposed.

It also made punishment easy to deliver.

Yimi, the petite Academy nurse, stood a few yards off, holding her umbrella against the icy drizzle that was making all the girls' nipples pucker into hard raisins. Her own nipples, exposed by her recently attained standard uniform, were also hard and puckered, but at least her bare breasts were afforded some protection by her cape and umbrella. Because of the cold Yimi had been permitted to wear her cape and blue woollen winter stockings, held up by her suspender belt. She was not, of course, wearing anything else under her short kilt. But then, no females at the Cane Academy ever wore underwear of any kind. Her cape merely covered the top half of her breasts, leaving her nipples permanently on display, whatever the conditions.

She watched as the twins worked their way around the circle of raised legs and widely exposed pussies, flicking the tips of their quirts against tender, cold, sensitized skin to a chorus of howls and yelps.

Red lines were appearing on each pair of thighs, the skill of the men demonstrated by the perilous proximity of the lines to the girls' labia, but never actually touching them.

Deliberate pussy whipping was saved for special training, as Yimi knew only too well.

The twins continued their harangue, adding to the girls' misery with six stripes on the soft, tender skin at the very top of each leg.

Finally they felt the lesson was learned. They stepped back.

"Down!"

Twelve pairs of sore and aching legs sank gratefully to the wet grass, breasts heaved as their owners sighed with relief that the punishment was over, gritting their teeth against the pain.

But the morning training session wasn't over, and more punishment could still be forthcoming. They all knew that!

"Stand!"

Twelve young women scrambled to their feet.

"Now we will run again. First two back will get hot shower. Last two will get six more whip kisses! Now Go! Run! RUN!"

The naked girls hurtled off, back onto the path through the private woodland that the Academy had bought last year. They knew the course well, having been required to run it naked day after day as part of their early training. The two trainers ran with them, easily overhauling the girls, shouting at them for more speed, more effort. Encouraging them with more flicks from the quirts across their legs and buttocks. Heaving chests fought for every ounce of air, unsupported breasts bounced and flounced wildly as arms pumped, buttock and leg muscles strained and pounded, bunching and clenching, fighting for every ounce of speed. Every girl longed for the luxury of a hot shower, no girl wanted the fierce sting of those whips on her cold, bare arse.

Yimi stood still, waiting for the first girls to burst out of the trees.

She could hear them coming and was not surprised to see the two senior girls, Linda and Petra, rocket into sight ahead of the others. These two had now been at the Academy for six months and were well advanced on the course. They were visibly fitter than all the other girls, with smooth, well-toned muscles and very little spare fat. Their breasts here high and tight, thanks to the endless push-ups. They wobbled and swung about far less, forming less of a distraction than the fuller, softer breasts of the newer girls.

Smiling her congratulations, she ushered the winners straight off to the showers, telling them to help themselves from the large urn of hot chocolate she had arranged to be ready in the gym for the cold, tired girls.

Yimi was watching for one girl in particular, and as she suspected, this girl was last to complete the race.

Her name was Paula. A pretty girl, looking less than her twenty one years, she was trim and fit in every way, but nature had blessed her with a large and very full bust.

No girl at the Cane Academy was ever allowed to cover or protect her breasts. They must remain exposed, unsupported and freely available at all times. However Yimi was concerned that for Paula that meant extra torment. Her breasts were simply too large for her to cope with during the strenuous exercises she was required to undertake every day. Which meant she was always punished for being last at everything, allowing lazier girls to get away with less effort.

Several girls had quickly learned that they only had to beat Paula to be safe from most of the punishments.

Yimi had discussed this problem with the twins, and obtained permission from M. Canne to examine Paula's breasts in detail and to try to come up with a solution to the problem.

But she couldn't save Paula from her punishment.

Knowing she was to be whipped yet again, Paula resigned herself to her fate and assumed the position. Legs spread wide, hands gripping ankles, her breasts now swinging beneath her, Paula waited for the first stinging slice of the whip. The other girl to be punished took up position facing her.

The remaining eight girls stood rigidly in the inspection position, shivering with cold but left with no choice but to witness the punishment.

The twins nodded to each other, then slashed down with their quirts. Both girls cried out "One, Thank You Sirs", and took a deep breath in preparation for the next.

When the last stroke fell both girls were fighting back the tears, their buttocks crossed with red stripes.