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Gail's School

Part 1

      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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