Corina's head dropped. Damn! She had been stupid, now she was in for it, she should know better by now. But she had been carried away by what she had been allowed to do to Isabella.

"Yes, Sir, I'm very sorry, Sir."

"Yes you will be, Corina. Please kneel up on the punishment bench."

The punishment bench was a simple affair of two steps and two upright poles at the back. The girl knelt on the first step and took hold of the two poles. This brought her back straight and caused her backside to bulge out in a very inviting manner. The Headmaster lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees and picked a thick strop out of the cabinet.

"The usual rules apply, Corina." This meant she was to count the strokes and to thank him after every blow.

"Yes, Sir, how many?"

"Hmm...Let's see how we get on shall we?"

There was nothing she could say to that except, "Yes, Sir."

He really laid them on hard and after just four Corina felt as if her bum was on fire, by six she was sweating and beginning to wave her arse around and her hands were hurting where she was gripping the poles so hard. At eight she broke and the tears began and after each stroke she begged for no more.

"Nine! Please Sir no more, please. Ten! Thank you Sir, please stop it hurts so much, please. Eleven! Thank you! Please, please stop."

He lashed in one more on the underhang of her buttocks and looked down at the sobbing girl's bum. He ran his hand over the superheated flesh complaining to himself that that was the problem with girls like Corina, whose skin was so dark you could hardly tell she had been punished at all. Still she knew she had been punished, going by the weeping noises she was making, and that was the important part.

He stood her facing the wall, hands on head, skirt still tucked in and her full backside on show. He would leave her there for a good five minutes before allowing her to rub her burning buttocks.

He called up her file. She was twenty-one and the father of her son had disappeared straight away and her parents had been of no use, all she had was a grandmother living on a state pension, so she had turned to prostitution to feed them. This had led to drugs and she was arrested trying to buy heroin on a sink estate in London.

As usual she was in court within a week, convicted and sentenced to five years in prison, or one year at High Heath. She chose High Heath because she would get back to her son sooner.

 

Once she was clean of drugs and given a psychological assessment she was despatched to High Heath to begin her sentence. Her assessment said that she was fiercely independent and could become aggressive.

This had been borne out by her first month there. She had had to be restrained at the initial examination, all wards were stripped and all orifices thoroughly examined. Then she refused to wear the uniform until it had been demonstrated to her what happened to wards who refused to follow orders.

In the first week she had had to be held while being punished, which happened about twice a day. On the third day she had had to be dragged bodily to his office where he paddled and strapped her until she became more co-operative, counting the strokes and thanking him afterwards. After that marathon session it was noted that she became sullen and withdrawn, now he realised that it was she was probably missing her son. He had her back and gave her an old fashioned over the knee spanking and paddling and lectured her on what the academy expected of her and her attitude improved.

It appeared that she realised that she had to become more submissive to survive her time here and since then had avoided any serious punishments, except of course the mass caning.

The Headmaster liked this girl, she had suffered on the outside and her son obviously meant everything to her. So he was inclined to help her out.

"Face front!" Corina turned around, she was just sniffling now her hands still on her head.

He pushed his chair back, motioned her to come around the desk and laid her across his lap. She hesitated slightly, not sure if there was more punishment to come, but did as he told her.

He took a pot of cold cream from his desk and began to rub it into her bottom. "I meant what I said earlier, Corina. You have been punished for your actions this morning. Now it's over, we move on."

Corina began to wriggle as his fingers came close to her pussy. "Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." Her voice was muffled, and the last 'Sir' went up an octave as his finger slipped into her pussy and probed around for a moment.

"I've read your file and I admire the way you have survived outside. You are the type of girl who would do well here, as a tutor I mean."

"Thank you, Sir." Corina wondered where this was going, not that she was complaining about the massage, her bum was cooling off nicely, and if he kept going like this she was likely to come over his lap.

"All of the staff here, well except Matron, are ex-inmates. Handpicked and trained by me. Unfortunately I couldn't have a young child on the premises, so I can't offer you a job here after your release."

He put her back onto her feet and looked into her dark eyes. "But I can use my contacts outside and get you a job as a parole officer. You will still be subject to your own parole officer but I'm sure you won't let me down."

Corina's eyes opened wide. She was amazed by this turn of events, one moment she was being beaten and humiliated, the next she had got a job waiting for her on her release and prospects for a better life.

"Thank you, thank you, Sir. I won't let you down!" Her voice caught as she spoke, nobody had been this good too her for years.

"Don't get too carried away Corina, you've still got eight months left on your sentence, and if you are going to represent me on the outside I shall be harder on you than the others. Is that understood?"

Corina gulped. "Yes Sir."

"On the plus side, good behaviour is rewarded here. Normally by less punishments, but in your case I have arranged for the Justice department to transport your grandmother and son here on Wednesday, to the lodge, and you can spend the day with them."

Corina's mouth gaped wide in shocked surprise. She took in a large breath, tears began to flow from her eyes and she took the Headmaster in a hug, sobbing into his shirt.

"Oh thank you, thank you. I will do anything for you, anything."

He rubbed Corina's back, saying. "You have a lot more to offer than just your body, Corina. Don't forget that!"

She looked up into his eyes and he felt her hands at the belt of his trousers. She knew what state he was in and she fell to her knees and began to use all her experience to give him the best blow job he had ever had.

The Headmaster sighed and allowed himself to enjoy the moment. Corina had given head many times. She used her tongue, teeth and lips to keep him going for at least five minutes before she happily swallowed every drop of come she could get out of him, before licking him clean and replacing his penis back into his trousers.

She looked up at him from her knees and said, "I can do a lot more Sir."

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'm sure you can, Corina. But if you can prove yourself here I will allow you a visit from your son every two months, okay?"

Her eyes shining with respect for him she nodded. He pulled up her panties and smoothed down her skirt, smacking her lightly as he did so. "Now I will escort you to the rest of Citizenship lessons, or Miss Grey will punish you for being late. I'm afraid that it will be very uncomfortable sitting on those hard benches."

As she followed the Headmaster down the corridor Corina was astounded by the way the morning had gone. She had had a vicious beating for being stupid and then had been offered a job and was going to see her son in two days' time.

Her head was full of thoughts of the Headmaster. Did she love him? No she was far too experienced to make that mistake, but she would do anything he wanted. She had not trusted a man since the father of her son had disappeared as soon as she announced she was pregnant, but now she found herself trusting the Headmaster completely.

For his part he enjoyed conquering the unconquerable. Girls who were naturally submissive were easy, girls like Corina, Lucy and Matron were a lot more fun. After Corina was released he would visit every so often and use and abuse her with her full co-operation.

Before he opened the door he looked at Corina and said. "Discipline at High Heath must be maintained at all times so you cannot tell any of the wards about our arrangements, even Amanda."