Chapter One

 

The building was an old Victorian mansion set in about 100 acres of wooded gardens. As more and more young offenders became uncontrollable and the other penal reform facilities filled up, so one bright disciplinarian, James Chastenwell, a former headmaster, approached a few of his fellow Masons with a solution - that he provide a facility for up to twenty young females who would be offered a year at the institution in a strict regime, in place of their longer custodial sentences.

His friends and acquaintances listened in depth to his ideas and methods and in secret he went into far more detail about the real function of the institution. It was the kind of detail that any due process would have instantly dismissed as totally unacceptable in a modern society - but it was just the kind of detail Chastenwell's friends were only too eager to agree to.

So it was that The Reform Institute was launched and ten young female offenders of 18 years or more were selected during the next few months as a trial. The first term passed with all the young ladies receiving the full measure of Chastenwell's determination to break their spirits and turn them into reformed characters - characters that would be only too willing to serve their masters.

We begin this story with the arrival of the second intake of ten young offenders and their first experiences at The Reform Institute.

 

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The ten young ladies alighted from the minibus that had brought them to the institute. They were in matching uniforms, which most of them hated. The uniforms consisted of white undergarments, a blue checked blouse, cravat, and plain blue pleated skirt. They wore white ankle socks and trainers and each held a blue sports bag containing the other clothes and possessions they had been permitted to bring to the institute. For older teens, they looked a strange sight as they were led by the driver of the bus through the main door of the imposing Victorian mansion.

"Leave your bags in the hall and go on straight through to the assembly room. Sit on the vacant chairs at the front and do as you are told."

The driver turned to leave as the young ladies deposited their bags as instructed. The assembly room comprised of four rows of five chairs each; all facing a platform on which was three chairs. The back two rows of chairs were already occupied by young ladies who sat neatly in their uniforms and in total silence.

"Hi, I'm Melanie Dermott."

"Shhh," said the girl on the back row next to the door. "Talking in here is forbidden."

"Didn't know that. Sorry." Melanie sounded confident but looked less so when half a dozen forlorn faces turned to look silently at her. A couple of the young ladies shook their heads knowingly.

Melanie edged forward and took a seat on the front row, and her other inmates followed quickly behind her.

"All stand," the voice was female, deep and authoritative. Matron appeared from a side door as the young ladies stood politely. Matron was followed by two men. The first, dressed in his headmaster's robes was none other than the founder of the Institute - James Chastenwell. The smaller man behind him was one of the other tutors.

"Sit down," Chastenwell said when he had reached his chair. He waited for the room to fall silent before commencing his start of term speech.

"Welcome back to those of you who have been here before, and welcome to those of you who are new. As those of you who were here last term will know, and for the benefit of our new intake, I want to assure you all that at this Institute we do not tolerate any bad behaviour, slack attitudes, misdemeanours or any form of disobedience. Miss Dermott," Chastenwell looked directly at Melanie as he spoke. "Stand up girl when I address you."

"Yes, sir, sorry sir." Melanie stood up nervously.

"Is it not true that you received a full list of our rules and instructions over two weeks ago?"

"Yes sir."

"Did you read them?"

"No sir."

"Why not?" Chastenwell was warming to the situation and his cock was already beginning to fill up with anticipation.

"Didn't know I had to, sir."

"Well, you will wish you had done so. Come to my office after this assembly."

"Yes sir."

"Sit down."

"Sir." Melanie returned to her seat.

"Now, to make things clear to all of you, this is an institution of reform and you are here for a whole year. You will all leave as reformed characters and in agreeing to attend this institution you have agreed to accept whatever means we choose to assist your reformation. Now, to begin the term I have some unfinished business to attend to. Cindy Trensham, come to the stage."

A fresh-faced young woman of nineteen years stood up from her back-row seat and blushed as she did so. She had long, blonde hair and was slender and tall. She took the few paces required to get to the stage and then waited nervously.

"Miss Trensham was told to come to my office on the last day of the term but she failed to attend. Is that not so?"

"Yes sir," Cindy whispered.

"And why was that?"

"Because the bus arrived early to take me back to the prison I'm in."

"Ah, so it was the bus's fault."

"No sir, it just arrived."

"Well, no matter. The reason you were coming to my office was for what?"

"A caning, sir."

"A caning. And do you remember how many strokes you were to receive?"

"Twenty sir."

"Christ," whispered Melanie to the young lady next to her.

"Miss Dermott, you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. I will deal with you later. Precisely, Miss Trensham, twenty. You will assume the position now, please. Come up on the stage, turn your back to the class, and then bend over. Matron, if you will do the honours."

Matron stood up and walked forward. She waited until the young lady had turned away from the class and bent over. Then Matron lifted the skirt and pinned it high up on the young lady's blouse so it could not fall back to protect her bottom. Finally, Matron tugged at the young lady's regulation knickers and pulled then down to her knees. Cindy Trensham was prepared, her ass beautifully naked and fully exposed to the assembled girls.

"Now, young ladies, let this be a lesson to you all in obedience."

The cane was already tapping the pale flesh of Cindy's bottom. Suddenly the cane was whipped up into the air and then allowed to come slicing through the air until it crashed into the hapless teenager's bare buttocks.

"Yeeeoww!" Cindy screeched as the full force of the cane landed on her exposed rear.

"Count the strokes," Chastenwell ordered her, "and stay still."

"One, sir." Cindy moaned.

"Yeeeowww! Two, sir," she added a moment later as a second stripe of punishment landed across her rear.

"Three sir," she howled when the third stroke landed.

And on it went until the full twenty strokes had been administered. Cindy was sobbing and tears flowing freely by the end of her ordeal. Her buttocks had been transformed from smooth, pale flesh, into a fiery red mass of welt marks.

"Stay where you are," Chastenwell ordered her when the final stroke had been administered. "Now, this is a warning to all you new arrivals. Break any of our rules and you can look forward to a session with the cane, or something even worse. We have a number of ways of making you toe the line and learn in this place of correction and we are not afraid to use them. Take the last few minutes as your first lesson in obedience. Right, Miss Trensham, you can stand up now, put your hands on your head and wait while all the other young ladies file past your behind and examine it. Perhaps your demise will serve to teach them all a lesson."

One by one the young ladies filed past Trensham. Her buttocks were positively glowing from her punishment and you could feel the heat coming from them as you passed them by. The new intake all looked askance at what had happened in such a short space of time, but to those who had already spent a term at The Reform Institute, such events contained no shock value any more, though each girl hoped it was not her backside that was in line for the treatment.

When the young ladies had filed past Trensham's bottom and regained their seats, Matron spoke.

"All stand." And the assembled young ladies stood and waited in silence while the three adults left the room.

"Come on Cindy, they've gone now," one of the initial intake said.

"Melanie, you better get on to his office. He's in a bad mood, so don't mouth off to him or anything. Just say, yes sir and so forth. Name's Penny, by the way."

"Thanks," said Melanie. "Where's his office?"

"Out of that door, third on the left. I'll hang around till you came out and show you to your room."

"Thanks, Penny."

The door to Chastenwell's office was made of solid wood, and its darkness leant an air of foreboding to the unfortunate Melanie Dermott as she stood before it. She'd knocked on the door and was waiting for a reply.

The big, solid, oak door opened and Chastenwell stood in the doorway. He was a tall, wiry man, in his middle forties. His greying hair and horn-rimmed spectacles, together with the serious look on his face, made him look like the girl's worst enemy. He had thin lips that cracked slightly with the brief passing of a grim smile a moment before he spoke.

"Melanie Dermott," he stated in his calm, clear, authoritative voice.

"Sir," the girl replied, nervously.

"Come into my office, young lady." He stood to one side as she passed through the doorway. He closed the door behind him and continued to speak.

"Now, Miss Dermott, you were insolent enough not to read our rules book before you arrived at The Institute and you have only yourself to blame. I do not make allowances for new inmates as it breeds an air of complacency. I am going to teach you a salutary lesson in obedience and also teach you a way to make your life here more pleasant for yourself. Take this as a lesson in growing up."

The young woman had been expecting punishment but she visibly slumped at his last words. Chastenwell watched as she fought to stay on her feet.

"But, Sir," she stammered.

"There will be no buts about it young lady. You are going to be taught a lesson this afternoon that you will not forget in a hurry. Your pre-admission report states you are wilful, disobedient and dishonest, and I intend to make you a completely reformed character in the next few months while you are here. We shall begin today."

Chastenwell walked to his desk and picked up the telephone. He pressed a button and waited a few seconds.

"Matron, would you come into my office please. We have a young lady." Chastenwell hung up the phone barely ten seconds before Matron entered the room.

"Right, Miss Dermott, you are now going to be punished. To start with you will receive ten strokes of the cane and then we are gong to break your ass open."

"Break my ass open?" I don't understand."

"You will, young lady, and you will also learn not to answer me back. For that you will also be punished. Now, bend over my desk."

Melanie realised there was no point in arguing and there was no hope of escape, so she stood behind the desk and leaned over it.

"Matron, if you please." Chastenwell was already pacing round his office with impatience.

Melanie felt her skirt being raised up over her buttocks and then it was pinned high above her waist. Then she felt Matron's cold hands on her hips, tugging and pulling at her white knickers until they were lowered to her knees.

"Right off, Matron," Chastenwell glowered.

The knickers were pulled down and Melanie ordered to step out of them.

"Excellent, now Matron, please go round the desk and hold the young lady down."

Matron did as she was told, smiling falsely as she did so. Perhaps, Melanie thought for a moment, she enjoyed watching these punishments. Melanie had no idea just how much Matron enjoyed them, nor why.

Melanie felt Matron take hold of her arms and pull them forward and down, until Melanie's stomach was hard against the desk, and then Matron took hold of the young woman's shoulders and pinned them to the desk. Matron was certainly a strong woman and Melanie knew to struggle would be futile.

"Ready, sir," Matron said with respect.

"In that case we shall begin," Chastenwell smiled. Melanie felt the cane as it tapped her pale, exposed buttock flesh. Those pretty buttocks, thought Chastenwell, would not be pale for long, and he was right.

Swish! Crack! The first stroke landed and Melanie gasped loudly. She tried to right herself but Matron was far too strong for her.

Swish! Crack! The second stroke landed almost on top of the first. Already, as she howled in pain, Melanie could feel her ass burning hot behind her.

Swish! Crack! Swish! Crack! No time to recover between the strokes now as Chastenwell added a further five strokes directly on her poor rear end. Melanie cried out with the pain of each stroke and she desperately wanted to stand up and rub the stinging flesh to try and ease the pain, but Matron held her in place.

"Three strokes to go," said Chastenwell, "and then we will break your ass open."

Melanie was sobbing so much she could not respond, but his menacing voice left her with little doubt that the continued punishment would be painful.

Swish! Crack! The cane stroked Melanie's bottom again, again and a final time, leaving ten, red stripe marks across her tender flesh. Already the first stripes were blue and purple in colour and welts had formed where the skin had been broken by the cane.

"Now, Miss Dermott," Chastenwell walked round the desk as he spoke, "do you know what this is?"

"Nooooo, please no, sir," Melanie screeched. The dildo was at least ten inches long and made out of some kind of black-coloured resin.

"Ah, so you do know what it is. I think you will find this stretches your imagination. Hold her good and tight, Matron.

"Yes sir," said Matron, renewing the strength of her grip on Melanie's shoulders.

"Oh noooooo!" Melanie shrieked when she felt the cold head of the dildo pressing against her anus. "Not up there, please!" She pleaded as loudly as she could but to no avail.

Even between her partly opened buttock cheeks the dildo felt huge and Melanie was an ass virgin, her anal sphincter closed good and tight.

"She's not used to this," said Chastenwell as he fought to thrust the dildo into Melanie's ass.

"It will teach her more of a lesson then," said Matron.

"Oh God, NOOOOOO!" Melanie howled as Chastenwell thrust the dildo into her body with one mighty effort that resulted in the head of the device forcing open and tearing her anus as it rushed headlong into her back passage. Melanie gasped loudly and panted as Chastenwell ignored her pain and thrust the dildo in and out of her with gusto.

"I think she needs a good ass-fucking Matron," Chastenwell said after a few minutes of pounding Melanie's ass with the device.

"I agree, sir," said Matron.

The dildo was removed and Melanie waited a moment before she heard the noise of the zipper. Then she felt Chastenwell's hands on her waist a moment before she felt the heat of his rigid manhood between her fiery cheeks.

He wasted no time in ceremony and preparation but thrust his phallus straight into the gaping hole left by the dildo.

"Yeeeooow! Melanie cried as he thrust deep into her, his body crushing her bruised and swollen buttocks.

"Now, you will learn to be obedient and if you are not, I think you can see how you can lessen your punishment in the future."

"Yes, ouch, sir," Melanie replied as Chastenwell thrust into her ass again. He grasped her by the hips more firmly and set up the rhythmical fucking action that he desired. He was a fit man and clearly the administration of the caning had greatly aroused him.

With great energy he maintained the fucking action for a full five minutes. With each thrust, Melanie howled with the renewed pain in her buttocks. With each thrust she was pushed against the desk as his abdomen crushed her tortured flesh. Only after five minutes did he make one final thrust, deep into her body as his cock jetted the hot stream of semen deep inside her. He waited there, holding her tight against himself, until his ejaculation was over. Only then did he release her.

"Stand up and go and stand in front of the fireplace, facing it, with your hands on your head."

Melanie could barely hear what he was saying from the sobbing noise she was making, but somehow she straightened up and went over to the wall. She stood with her hands on her head for five minutes while Chastenwell sorted himself out and dismissed Matron.

"Now, Miss Dermott, that is your introduction to The Reform Institute. Much as I hope it will be your last visit to my office I doubt it will be. Should there be a next time then you will be allowed to barter your punishment if you so wish. Now, go to your room and prepare for your gym session. I believe today is a cross-country run in the grounds. The last one back usually gets punished for slacking. Don't let it be you."

"No sir." Melanie lowered her hands and fumbled behind her to release the pins. Then she recovered her knickers from the floor and pulled them back up. Only when they were in place did she feel the wet, gooey feeling from her ass - the mixture of blood and semen was uncomfortable to say the least.