A Slave for Tracy
Tracy felt content with life as she dressed for the first day at her new
school. She had been on Camelot for two weeks and thought she was settling in
quite well. She felt she had almost accepted the idea of the 'slave system'
that was accepted on Camelot and also with the somewhat harsher treatment used
on the criminals of her new home planet. Now she had to learn her way around its
school system.
Tracy went downstairs and greeted her aunts. Aunt Freda was her usual quiet
self while Aunt Elizabeth was as cheerful as ever. As she breakfasted, Tracy
watched a news-cast about a school-girl who had saved her young sister from
being raped. In doing so she had killed the would-be rapist. Tracy looked at her
Aunt Elizabeth and gestured at the screen. "What will happen there Auntie?"
"Oh.. She will probably get off under those circumstances."
"Good."
It was Aunt Elizabeth who was to take Tracy to school as Aunt Freda was
expecting the usual batches of prisoners that had been arrested over the
weekend. Helen, the crim-slave who kept house for her Aunts served Tracy her
usual excellent breakfast with a smile.
"We will leave at 8.30 Tracy," said Aunt Elizabeth cheerfully, "Are you
ready for your new school?"
"As ready as I'll ever be Aunt", replied Tracy.
As they drove to the school Aunt Elizabeth remarked, "There is one thing I
perhaps should tell you to prepare yourself for, Tracy."
"Yes Aunt?"
"Remember Freda told us last night that a new criminal would be joining the
school later this morning. The one that was brought into the prison on Friday?"
"Yes, Aunt. I remember."
"Well there is a tradition that each new criminal is given six strokes of
the cane before the school on the first assembly held after she arrives. I know
there was no corporal punishment on Nexus, so this is something which you will
have to be ready for."
"You mean she is caned even of she has committed no fault in this school?"
"Yes. It is considered a good warning for both the crim and the school as a
whole."
"Sounds to me as if someone is simply seeking an excuse to wield the cane,"
said Tracy doubtfully, "It can't be a very happy way for the crim to try and
start a new life, can it?"
"True, but it is the system at the moment so be warned."
"Yes, Aunt."
Tracy found the first morning at her new school to be pretty similar to
those schooldays on Nexus. There was the usual curious glances from her new
classmates as they sat at their desks. The teachers were courteous enough. Only
one actually had her out in front of the class to tell the class about herself.
The subjects were much the same as what she had left.
However Tracy had spotted what she had been warned about. Quite a few of
the pupils were wearing brown collars. There were also a few brown neck chains
and during a move between classrooms she had spotted one green chain as well. It
was not until mid-morning break that Tracy was able to talk with any student
about it. The girl she first spoke to had a girl wearing a brown collar at her
side holding her books. Tracy found out her name was Karen Jackson and her crim
slave was Doris Phelps.
"Karen what does being Doris's 'handler' mean you have to do?"
"It means I am to see she does her school work, arrives at each class on
time, hands in her essays on time, does not disrupt the class - things like
that."
"And if she fails in any of these duties?"
"I have to punish her."
"Corporal punishment, you mean?"
"Yes."
"Where do you do it - the punishing I mean?"
"Wherever necessary. In the classroom if the teacher says to. Or out here."
"But you are the one to do it not the teacher?"
"The teacher can do it or she may order me to do it."
"How do you feel about that, Doris?"
"Well obviously I don't like being caned. But Karen isn't to bad. At least
she doesn't go round creating excuses to cane me like some teachers and other
students do to their crims."
"Are you saying some teachers and pupils deliberately create reasons to
cane people?" gasped Tracy.
"Oh yes," replied Doris as Karen nodded solemnly, "Ms Granger is the worst
at that, I think. You can see when she is frustrated and is looking for someone
to take it out on. She looks for a slave first but if there's none available she
will pick on a free student. So watch it with her."
"I see. Err... Is there any sort of control or limit as to the number of
strokes teachers or handlers can give a slave - or any student for that matter?"
"If there is we have never been told." replied Karen. "And by the way Doris
and the others in collars are not officially slaves, Tracy, so they're called
crims not slaves. Those with chains round their necks are slaves. Ok?"
"Right. I'll remember that."
"I believe there is no limit," said Doris, "But if the student starts
bleeding they usually stop." Karen nodded at this.
"Hey there, new girl. You don't want to talk to her. She's a softy. Come
and tell us about how you wield a whip." Tracy turned round to find herself
face-to face with a tall dark haired girl with what she was sure men would call,
a 'perfectly proportioned figure' but with hard brown eyes that seemed to Tracy
to say 'what I want I get'.
"Sorry. I don't know your name. What did you mean about a whip?"
"I'm Sharon Granger. I am Ms Granger's daughter," said the girl importantly
as if Tracy should recognize the name. Tracy of course didn't.
"Sorry. I don't know the name. Guess I'll learn them all in time. You speak
as if it is a name of importance. I'm Tracy Wilson by the way.
"I know who you are. My mother is the English Mistress here, Tracy, and the
Head is my grandmother. Mother tells me you are living with the Philips
sisters. Vera, my crim says the word is you wield a mean whip in the prison.
Care to tell us about it?" Tracy noticed the girl in a prison tunic standing
behind Sharon. Vera was a short stocky girl with short brown hair. She had
tears trickling down her face, her head bowed in submission. Her hands were full
of books. Tracy noticed narrow red marks on both Vera's wrists.
Tracy frowned. "Not much to tell. It was the first time I ever used a whip.
The crims -there were 4 of them - had ganged up on another prisoner and in the
scuffle they managed to break her leg. The Governor ordered the 4 of them to get
50 strokes with the whip after a warm-up with the paddle. Every-one else was at
lunch at the time so the Governor said I could whip one of them. They were tied
down across barrels and whipped. The Governor whipped the leader. That's all
there was to it. It was a totally new experience to me. Back on Nexus corporal
punishment is barred."
Sharon's eyes were glowing and her mouth was agape with excitement as she
listened to Tracy's tale. "You are so lucky to be able to visit the prison like
that. How often do you go? I wish I could go I would give those crims a real
flogging. Make them howl I would." The students with Sharon nodded eagerly and
seemed to Tracy that they admired Sharon just for saying that.
"You may not like it if you saw how they treat the prisoners that
misbehave," said Tracy cautiously. "The punishment yard is not a nice place."
Tracy glanced at Doris and Vera who both winced and looked away. Tracy noticed
there were several other girls in prison tunics and brown collars standing
behind the girls with Sharon. All were holding schoolbooks and had expressions
which seemed (to Tracy) to be a mixture of fear and resignation. The hooter
sounded return to class.
Tracy looked at her timetable and then looked round for someone to ask
directions to her next room.
"What have you got next Tracy?"
"English in A22."
"We're there to. This way."
"With Ms Granger," sighed Doris as she fell in beside Karen. Karen slipped
an arm around her and gave her a quick squeeze.
Tracy found herself sitting across the isle from Karen and Doris. She noted
that Sharon Granger was also in this class with her crim Vera. Tracy recognized
several other girls from Sharon's group also in this class, some of whom had
crims sitting beside them. Tracy wasn't sure but thought that all the girls in
collars looked apprehensively at the door as the teacher entered. The teacher
was a tall slim woman in her mid-forties (though it is hard to judge age with
most people on Long-Life serum) with long blond hair braided down her back. She
did not look happy.
The lesson began and Tracy found it easy enough to follow. Trouble only
began when the teacher called for homework assignments to be handed in. One
student and one crim had failed to do the work. The teacher ordered both pupils
out before the class and demanded that the student explain why she had failed to
do her homework.
"I've done it but forgot to bring it, M'am," came the fearful reply.
"Grace you are always forgetting your work. Since you wont smarten yourself
up I will have to do it for you. And you Vera. Why haven't you done yours?"
"I wasn't allowed to M'am," came the reply.
"What do you mean 'not allowed to', girl."
"Sharon wouldn't let me do my homework, M'am."
"Are you suggesting my daughter would deliberately prevent you from doing
your schoolwork, girl?"
"It's the truth, M'am."
Tracy couldn't understand what the collared girl was doing. It was clear to
Tracy that she was trying to do something but all Tracy could see was that the
girl was getting her self into more trouble with the teacher and probably with
Sharon as well. "Is she one of those people who LIKE to be punished? Does she
ENJOY pain?"
"Get yourself out here now Vera. MOVE girl," snapped Ms. Granger, "You to,
Grace. MOVE both of you."
Tracy watched as both girls came to the front of the room. She noticed that
while Grace moved slowly, with an expression of terror on her face, Vera was
moving at a normal pace and seemed quite calm about what was to happen -or was
she simply resigned?
"You first Grace. Assume the position, girl."
"Please Miss, No... no.... please." the girl sobbed.
"ASSUME THE POSITION, GIRL".
Grace went to the front edge of the teachers table and stretched herself
along the table, clasping the back edges of the table tightly. Tracy watched,
fascinated as Ms Granger flipped up Grace's dress exposing her white panties
which she proceeded to pull down, exposing the two soft white hemispheres of her
bottom.
"No Miss Please not on the bare PLEASEEEE." wailed Grace. This was ignored
and the panties were slid down to the quivering knees. Grace's bare butt were
now facing the class -an added humiliation Tracy realised she would not like
either.
Ms Granger went to her bag and drew out a paddle similar to the one Tracy
had used on the prisoner - was it really a little over a week a go? She returned
to the front of the table and slapped the paddle against her left hand.
"Four strokes this time Grace. Remember to count them. Ready?"
"Please M'am. Nooo."
Ms Granger raised the paddle in her right hand and brought it down quickly.
It slammed hard into the soft quivering flesh of Grace's buttocks..
THERWACK. "AWWW. One."
The paddle was raised. It left a clear red mark where it had struck. The
red mark stretched over both buttocks and stood out clearly against the white of
the girls skin. Tracy was frozen in fascination The paddle was lifted high again
and brought down fast.
THERWACK. "AWWWWW. Ttwoo."
The paddle was raised again. The second mark half overlapped the top of the
first but was quite clear to Tracy. The paddle was again lifted high and brought
down fast a third time.
THERWACK. "AWWWWW Ttthreee... No more pleasssse."
The paddle was raised again. The third stroke had struck below the first
one. Half of the blow had landed high on the girls legs. The redness now covered
from the top of the bent butt to the legs and stood out clearly. The paddle was
lifted a fourth time and brought down again.
THERWACK "AWWWW AWW Fourrr," sobbed the punished girl.
"You may get up Grace. Move over to the end of the table and stand facing
the white-board. Keep your dress raised and your panties down."
The class watched as the girl slowly raised herself of the table and
clasping her dress tightly, moved slowly to the right of the table and faced the
front wall. Her steps hampered (or hobbled) by her panties which were now at her
ankles. She stood facing the wall, showing her well-shaped reddened bottom to
the class, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed softly.
"Vera, assume the position,"
Vera walked to the table and stretched herself over it, clasping the back
edge tightly and waited.
"Vera, since you not only failed to do your school work but also trying
place the blame for your failure on another, your punishment will be 10
strokes," announced Ms. Granger who then proceeded to raise Vera's prison tunic,
exposing her black prison-issue panties which she lowered to the girl's knees.
There was a collective gasp from those students at the front who saw immediately
the condition of Vera's bottom. This was followed by a further gasp and a soft
rustle of whispers as others caught sight of the red lines that cris-crossed the
girls buttocks. and went as low as her high thighs and disappeared higher up
onto her back. Tracy also noticed narrow red lines low down on the girls legs
and wondered what caused them.
"So, Vera you gave your handler cause to discipline you over the holidays I
see." Vera said nothing. Ms Granger stood up and picked up the paddle. "Ready,
Vera?"
"Yes M'am."
The paddle was lifted high and Tracy found herself almost mesmerised by it
as it paused before beginning its fast decent onto the already reddened bottom.
THERWACK. "One." The voice Tracy noticed was almost calm. The paddle was
lifted away to show a new red mark covering the lines on the white skin. the
paddle was lifted high again.
THERWACK. "Two." The voice was still calm. Again the paddle rose into the
air. And fell again.
THERWACK. "Three." Still calm. The paddle rose again.
And fell again. And again. Each time the voice calmly counted of the stroke
until :
THERWACK. "Ten." The paddle was stilled.
"You may get up Vera. Go stand beside Grace." Vera rose slowly, clearly
breathing heavily and clasping her tunic to keep it up moved slowly to stand
beside the other girl. The two bare bottoms, one far more reddened then the
other, faced the class.
"I trust the rest of you have learnt this lesson well," continued Ms
Granger, "Failure to do your homework will not be tolerated here. Now class,
open your textbooks at page 45 and prepare to take these notes down on your
electro-slates."
There was a rustle in the class as pupils who had been almost entranced
during the spankings, came back to life. The lesson continued for the rest of
the period during which the two punished girls stood at the front of the room
displaying their warnings to their fellow pupils. Tracy had been shocked at the
action of the teacher. "Is she a sadist that she treats people so cruelly? Why
is it permitted? Does the people of this planet know how children are being
treated?"
At lunch Tracy joined Karen and Doris and asked them what they thought of
the scene they had witnessed with Ms Granger. "Why did Vera act as she did?"
Tracy asked them.
It was Doris who answered. "Basically to get it over with," she replied,
"Prisoners who have accepted their situation and 'bowed to the inevitable' know
that there is nothing they can do to prevent it so they accept it and are able
to survive it better than those who continue to resist. If you keep resisting,
you keep struggling until you snap and then you are gone. You are broken. You
end up a total submissive, craving the touch of your owner. A total slave. By
acting as she does Vera is hoping to ride out her sentence without to much
damage mentally. It doesn't always work but she has no other choice if she is to
survive the likes of the Grangers."
"I take it you are not in the same situation? You don't have to follow the
same idea?"
"No. I've been lucky. Karen is not like the Grangers," Doris glanced at
Karen who reached over and squeezed her hand. There was a brief silence at the
table.
"Err.... Tell me Doris. In your opinion are the majority of the prisoners
likely to end up with a Granger person or a person similar to Karen here? I
mean are the prisoners well treated on average or badly treated - especially
when they are leased out?"
Doris frowned thoughtfully. "I don't think I can really answer that one
Tracy. I see what you are getting at but the people to ask are those crims that
have been leased out and then returned to the prison - especially those who have
had more than one lease-out. I've been lucky you see, I was given to Karen when
I came to the school and well.." Doris flushed and glanced quickly at Karen then
back to Tracy who smiled and nodded, "Anyway since I only ever had one handler
and she always treated me almost as a sister, I can't really give you an answer.
I suggest you ask some of the prisoners who have been leased out several times."
"Thanks, Doris, I'll keep that in mind."
"Hey Tracy. What did you think of that business in the class just now?"
Wasn't my mother just great? Giving that pair what they deserve, Hey?" Sharon
Granger joined them at their table. Tracy cursed under her breath. She had hoped
to ask more questions of Doris.
"I don't know, Sharon this is all so new to me. Where I come from it wasn't
allowed so I 'm having to get used to a whole new way of thinking." Tracy
glanced at Vera who was standing behind Sharon. Her face had a stoic expression
but Tracy noticed the lines of tension and her eyes were full of misery as they
stared out vacantly at the scene before her.
"Tell me, Sharon how much longer has Vera got to serve?"
"She will complete her sentence next month. Why?"
"Then I suppose you have to begun to prepare her for her return to society
as a useful citizen haven't you? Or am I getting the wrong idea with this system
of punishment? Isn't it the idea that the crim is supposed to be helped in their
preparation for return to society by their handler?"
Sharon stared at Tracy in astonishment, "What on earth gave you that idea?
They are crims and always will be, my mother says. She says they shouldn't be
released. They should be sold of for life, all of them."
"Sounds pretty harsh to me. You don't believe that a person who makes a
mistake and has paid the penalty for it should then be allowed to try to be a
useful citizen?"
"Naah. Once they are convicted they should be collared for life I think.
Just as you have a crim trained to your satisfaction you have to return her to
the prison for release, that's the problem!"
" That's harsh, surely? Surely the answer to your problem is to get a
voluntary slave and train her. You can have one of those for years I
understand."
"True but they cost so much. The bond on a life-slave is 'round 10,000
credits. Mother says a crim is cheaper and can be almost as good even if you
have to give them up eventually. But I find it frustrating that you have to
give them up just as they start to improve."
"How long have you had Vera?"
"I've had her for six months. She was given seven months for stealing from
several shops including ours. You do know of the Granger chain of stores don't
you?"
"Yes." Tracy had learnt of the Granger retail empire was the largest chain
of stores on the planet.
"Well, she was caught on security cameras stealing from one of our shops.
She was also recognized as the thief who had been stealing from other shops also
which was why she got 7 months for a first offence. She has become a reasonable
slave I suppose but she will probably be back in the collar soon enough. She is
that type I recon."
Tracy looked at Vera. "What do you think of all this, Vera?"
"Why should we care what she thinks," snapped Sharon, "Crims are crims and
always will be, mother says. Why should we worry what she thinks on the matter?"
"Surely they have a right to be heard?"
"Your soft, Wilson. I was wrong about you. You are a softie after all."
Sharon walked off. After sending a sharp glance at Tracy, Vera followed as did
her other followers, leaving Tracy with Karen and Doris.
Tracy looked after Sharon then turned to Karen and Doris and said, "If
believing in giving people a new chance in life means being soft then maybe I
am. My parents believed that once a prisoner had paid the penalty demanded by
society they should be allowed to try again at life. What do you think?"
Karen grinned, "I think you are now a member of the softies club, Tracy.
Welcome aboard." The hooter sounded three times. "That means assembly. If there
was a new crim brought into the school this morning Tracy, she will be given
her canning now."
"Canned now....Oh. Right." As she followed her new friends onto the
assembly area where they lined up with their class, Tracy recalled her Aunt's
warning. Shortly the headmistress Ms Preston appeared leading a group which
included Ms Granger and, to Tracy's surprise Janet Harkins in her black prison
tunic. Beside Janet was a student Tracy had not met who carried a paddle in one
hand. Tracy realised Ms Granger was carrying a cane. At the end of the
procession was two more students carrying some sort of device Tracy could not
immediately identify.
"My God. Its Janet Harkins. The one who's leg was broken in the prison
brawl two weeks ago," whispered Tracy to Karen. Karen stared at her in surprise
but before she could reply the assembly was called to order.
The headmistress greeted the students and gave out several announcements.
She then continued, "And finally we have another crim who has come to join our
ranks. Janet Harkins was sentenced to six months imprisonment for several cases
of shoplifting. She will learn that such actions are not tolerated here. Her
handler will be Susan Frazer. Carry on Ms Granger."
"Thankyou, Headmistress. Move it, you two. Se up the punishment stand
here."
The two students were busy assembling a frame, Tracy saw. I seemed to
consist of four legs with a wide padded and curved cross-bar. Harkins was
dragged to the frame and bent over it, her wrists locked onto the legs. Ms
Granger then flicked up the girls tunic and pulled down her prison-issue
panties. The girl was now bent over the frame with her white bottom facing the
assembled students. Ms Granger moved into position close to the secured girl.
The headmistress announced into the microphone, "Six strokes. Begin."
Ms Granger raised her cane, her eyes gleaming. The cane fell with force on
the offered buttocks.
THERWACK. "ONE," shouted the assembled students. The shout from the
students drowning any comment from the punished girl. The cane was raised again.
THERWACK. "TWO," called the school. Tracy heard Karen call out the number
with the rest.
THERWACK. "THREE," Tracy noted Dioris was calling the stroke too. Ms
Granger now stepped aside and gestured to Susan Frazer who now took her place
and raised her paddle.
THERWACK "FOUR" Tracy saw Sharon Granger was even beating her fist into
her other hand in time with the stroke, her eyes shining with excitement. Susan
Frazer raised her paddle again.
THERWACK "FIVE," screamed the pupils. Tracy realised she was feeling the
excitement of the moment also. The paddle was raised for the last stroke.
THERWACK "SIX," they howled. The paddle was stilled.
Tracy watched all this in stunned astonishment.
Ms Preston stepped up to the microphone again. "This is what happens to
crims here. Janet Harkins will I trust remember this and be guided by it. You
will now go to your classes. Dismissed."
Tracy saw the two students who had erected the frame now releasing the
sobbing girl and then beginning the dismantling of the frame. The Susan Frazer
put down her paddle and helped Janet pull up her panties. She then collected her
paddle, took the sobbing girl by the arm and began to guide her of the podium.
Tracy joined Karen and Doris as they moved to the locker room.
"Is that a normal occurrence here, Karen?"
"Yes. They do it to every new crim that comes here." Her voice was grim.
"Then when Doris arrived..."
"I had to give her three strokes. Yes." Karen's face was troubled.
"It's all right." Doris's hand was on Karen's arm.
For the rest of the afternoon Tracy struggled to concentrate on the lessons
as she tried to push the scene she had witnessed to the back of her mind.
When she got home she found Helen was in the midst of making the evening
meal. Tracy greeted her then went to her room sat down on her bed and stared
into space as she replayed the scene of the flogging she had witnessed. She
tried to equate it with the whipping she had participated in two weeks ago but
couldn't. The whipping had been deserved her memory told her. This canning
simply to make an example of the crim seemed wrong to Tracy. But she knew she
could do nothing about it. She would have to accept it. Then another thought.
What if she herself was appointed a handler. Could she cane a girl who had
committed no actual crime at the school? Were these thoughts a sign that she was
soft as Sharon claimed? "Different worlds produce different people with
different ideas and beliefs. Should I just accept the beliefs of this world?
Everybody else seems to accept them. But some of them seem to harsh. Obviously I
could cane a girl. I've already whipped one. But she deserved it. I'll just have
to play it by ear I guess."
Over the next two months Tracy found herself accepting her new school and
her new home. By talking with other students she came to realise most of them
accepted the rules she saw as harsh to be normal as they had grown up with them.
She was surprised to learn that a majority of the crims at the school seemed to
accept their treatment as reasonable although those who were treated harshly
were always hoping for a better deal. She learnt that handlers had a lot of
authority over their crims who had to obey them totally or face punishment. She
noted that there were two 'schools of thought' amongst the students when it came
to the subject of the disciplining of crims. One group led by Sharon Granger was
for constant use of chains and the paddle. their crims were usually red-eyed and
teary and constantly in chains. The other group were, Tracy thought, made up of
those students who were more independent in their thinking. They would start out
with firmness for the first week as the crim settled in then gradually ease of.
Tracy thought this method was both easier on the handler and the crim and also
(Tracy thought) more likely to aid in readying the crim for restoration to
freedom later.
Tracy also learnt that the handler could if they wished (and prison
authorities agreed) have their crim stay over at their home at weekends (from
Friday evening, returned Sunday evening) and holidays. But during the week the
crims had to stay in the prison and be brought to school in the prison bus. The
crims were hand-cuffed while on the bus and Tracy noted that those whose
handlers were part of Sharon Grangers group were often in some form of restraint
during break and lunch periods at school. These restraints were owned by the
students and were many and varied in how they were worn and what they actually
restrained. Some handlers would demand silence of their crim in lunch break and
if the crim spoke the handler would produce a gag and fit it. These gags were
locked in position and the crim could not remove them without the key.
Tracy was into her third month in the school when she was called up to the
headmistresses office and old she had been selected to 'handle' a new crim. She
was given a synopsis of the crim's history and told the crim would be starting
at the school on the next Monday. On reading the synopsis Tracy learnt her
crim's name was Alice Watkins and she had been sentenced to two months
imprisonment for shoplifting and being an accessory in an armed robbery in which
a woman had been shot. When she told her aunts the news she was surprised at the
difference in their attitudes. Aunt Elizabeth was pleased that Tracy had been
accepted as a responsible student while Aunt Freda frowned as she looked at the
synopsis.
"They have given you her have they Tracy," she said thoughtfully, "You had
better watch her carefully. She has already made an attempt to escape and
received 8 strokes for it and two weeks in solitary. That is why she has been in
the gaol a month without being sent to school. She claims she was innocent
although she was found with stolen goods in her room at her home as well as
being caught on store security scanners. I'll give you a portable tracer so you
can find her if she tries to run."
"Was she the one who actually shot the woman, Aunt?"
'No. But since she managed to slash the arm of one of my warders with a
piece of glass during her escape attempt, I wouldn't put it past her that she
could kill. Also the store cameras showed her shoving children out of the way in
a very rough manner. One boy was about 5 years old and she knocked him flat on
his back and gave him concussion. So be careful with her."
"I will Aunt."
The next Monday found Tracy joining the crowd of other student 'handlers'
at the school gate awaiting the prison bus. As the crims step off the bus the
prison officers remove the crims 'cuffs and their handler would claim them.
Tracy watched Sharon Granger collect Fiona (her new crim) and immediately
snapping cuffs on her, followed by a leash to her collar. Tracy saw that Fiona
wore a fearful expression and said nothing. After the other crims have been
collected by their handlers, there was one girl left who was introduced to
Tracy. Tracy found Alice to be a stockily built girl with short dark hair and a
squarish face which no one would call pretty. There was a sense of determination
about her. A girl who knew what she wanted and would let nothing stop her
getting it. Her eyes were flicking back and forth, clearly noting where things
and people were and, Tracy decided, already planing an escape. Tracy produced
her handcuffs and proceeded to snap them on as the prison officer removes the
ones she had worn on the bus.
"What's wrong," sneered Alice Watkins, "Afraid I'll run away?"
"Something like that," replied Tracy. She snapped on the leash Aunt Freda
had recommended. "Come along. First thing for you is up to admin. to be
enrolled. This way."
Tracy led the way up the path to the Admin. block and in to where the
school secretary sat at her desk. Enrolment was quickly done and a timetable
produced for Alice. The secretary gave Tracy a copy also. Tracy studied it, then
looked at her watch.
"We will be in the same classes for English and Maths and History. Come.
I'll show you where to go for your classes this morning before break. We will be
in the same classes after that until lunch. This way."
Tracy was unable to speak with Alice again until morning break where they
were joined by Karen and Doris. After introductions Tracy turned to Alice.
"Has anyone told you what happens at assembly after lunch today, Alice?"
"No, why?" Alice returned curtly.
"Because you will be caned in front of the school then."
Alice's head swung round to Tracy in shock. "Caned? What for? I haven't
done anything? I just got here."
"I know. But it isn't for anything you have done here. It's a standard
thing for all crims when they first arrive. Six strokes on the bare in front of
the school." Tracy looked at Alice's shocked face. "Have you ever been caned,
Alice?"
"No." Out of the corner of her eye Tracy saw Doris look sharply at Alice
then Tracy then look away.
"I've been told corporal punishment is normal in schools on this planet."
"It is. But Mum and Dad didn't believe in it. They sent me to a private
school where it is not used."
"You seem to have had everything your way. Why go into crime?"
"I didn't intend to originally. My boy-friend talked me into it. When I
realized he was serious I tried to back out but he threatened to cut me, he and
his friends. After the first time I found I liked the excitement of it. I'd
always been a goody-goody until then. Any-way things got exciting and were going
OK until Jeff mucked up and failed to turn off the security last time."
"You don't think what you did was wrong?"
"Course not. Why should I. If people leave things out where they can be
taken, why not take them?"
"We'll se if you say that after lunch. And Alice, a warning. I know you
have lied to me and I don't like being lied to. If you weren't already down for
a canning I would be canning you myself right now for lying. Is that clear?"
"I haven't lied to you."
"Alice, I know about your escape attempt and the caning you got as a
result. So don't lie to me again. Clear?"
Alice's face is now red. "That's not true. I never tried to escape. Anyway
that bitch of a warder tried to rape me. She tried to stick things into me."
"How old are you, Alice?"
"15".
"Then what she was doing was not illegal. You are a sentenced crim. What
happens to you in the prison is legal. I know. I had it confirmed by a judge
when I first got here. You have no right to object to being used sexually. You
lost that right when you were sentenced." The hooters sounded. "We'll speak
more on this at lunch."
At lunch Alice was silent at first and ate very little. Then she turned to
Doris.
"When you arrived were you...."
"Yes."
"Who actually did it? Who caned you?"
"Ms Granger and Karen."
"Karen too?" Alice was looking sharply at Karen who looked calmly back at
her, then back to Doris.
"But you and Karen - I thought you two are - I mean how can you be so close
to some-one who ..."
"Caned me? Simple Alice. I accepted that I had done wrong and must pay the
penalty demanded by the society we live in. I'm not saying I like it. I don't.
What happened to me was caused partly by failure of the government to explain to
people in my position what help is available to people when it is needed. But it
was also caused by my own actions and what has happened to me since is what our
society demands in atonement. In my case I am lucky. I have found a person who
is helping me to complete this atonement." Doris placed a hand on Karen's arm.
"You say that of a person who once caned you? You're crazy."
"Karen has caned me more than once, Alice. She punishes me whenever I
deserve it. But I'm lucky in that she is not one of those sadists who get
pleasure out of listening to people scream and who abuse their authority like
Sharon Granger and her mother. If you look around here you'll notice there is
two groups in this school. Those that follow the Grangers -the sadists- and
those who don't. You're lucky. I don't think Tracy is one of them."
Alice snorted. "You clearly don't know about her whipping a girl in the
prison. They say she was as vicious as the Governor with the whip and for no
reason."
"Really? I admit I was copying the actions of the others since I didn't
know what to do myself. But I didn't think I was as good as them. As for reason
- weren't you told why those girls were punished?"
"I was told there was no reason."
"Doris were you in Robinvale that day?"
"No. Karen took me home for the holidays."
"Then would you mind telling us what you heard about that whipping when you
returned?"
"Sure. The story as I heard it was that a group of prisoners -the leader's
name is Graham- attacked one prisoner for the fun of it. In the scuffle they
broke the girl's leg badly. The governor hauled all four over to the punishment
yard and gave them fifty strokes each which is the maximum you can get at one
time, I believe. Other prisoners seem to think they should have had more. Those
four are a bad lot. They like to hurt people. They think it's fun. They are
sadists -or at least their leader is. One interesting thing though. One of the
four is said to have broken from the group. She actually went and apologised to
the girl they hurt."
Tracy hadn't heard this. She looked at Doris. "Do you know which girl it is
that has broken from the Graham group?"
"Dorkins I think her name is."
Tracy's eyebrows shot up, "Now that is interesting,"
"Why?" asked Karen curiously, "What was special about her."
"Only that Dorkins was the one I whipped. After 25 strokes Aunt Freda
called a break and I talked to Dorkins, asked her why she was part of the group
and why she did what she did. Her reply was she was a follower and just did what
the others did. I tried to point out that she may do better if she made her own
decisions or at least found another, better person to follow. I wonder if my
words had some effect. I haven't been back in Robinvale since then."
"Looks like they might have."
Tracy looked at Alice. "Who was it that told you the whipping was for no
reason?"
Alice's face was red. "Graham."
"And you believe what she said without checking?"
"I didn't know..."
"What do you think of the matter now you do know?"
"I don't know what to think. Why should I believe you any more than I
should believe Graham?"
"Well, that's a start I guess. At least you're questioning now and not
blindly accepting what you are told. Now, who has more of a need to convince you
to accept what they say, Graham or me?"
"Errr.... Graham I guess."
"Right. Now in a few minutes you are going to be caned simply because you
have entered this school. Not a very nice initiation ceremony I admit, but you
have already admitted that you are in this situation because you chose to follow
your boyfriend's lead. Are you still thinking that was the wisest decision
you've made in life? You've been caned in Robinvale already and you're going to
be caned again now. Today it will probably only be six. But if you continue to
lie to me I'll cane you for it. Think about it, Alice."
"You can't cane me! I don't believe you. You're not a teacher!"
"I'm your handler. I can and will cane you. Actually I'll be using a paddle
not a cane. Ms Granger will give you three and I will give you three. It will be
on your bare butt. in front of the school. And if I had my way I'd add a couple
more for your lies. Consider yourself lucky that I can't."
"On my bare.... in front of the school.... you cant be serious!"
"Ask Doris if it happened to her like that."
Alice looked at Doris who nodded once. Tracy looked at her watch. "You have
time to use the toilet before the hooters Alice. Its going to be painful to sit
in class for you this afternoon so if you want to go...?"
"OK"
Later Tracy found herself standing off to the side of the assembly as the
headmistress addressed the students. With her was Ms Granger holding a wicked
looking cane and two students who Tracy had not met who's job was to set up the
punishment stand and a rather stunned looking Alice. Tracy was holding her
mother's paddle.
"You OK?"
"I guess so."
"Right girls, follow me," said Ms Granger, and led the little group out in
front of the assembled school. The two students with the frame immediately began
to assemble it while the Headmistress spoke. "Our latest crim was sentenced to
two months for stealing with violence. She has already shown she has no respect
for authority in the prison system and has tried to escape lawful custody once
already. As she is clearly one who thinks she's above authority she will receive
12 strokes instead of the traditional 6. Carry on Ms Granger."
Tracy was startled at this announcement and looked sharply at Alice who had
gone pale. The frame was now ready and Tracy gestured to Alice to approach it.
Alice however, started to back away. "NO NO," she screamed. Tracy moved to grab
her arm but Alice twisted free and turned to run, only to find herself blocked
by the two students who had readied the frame. Alice was quickly seized and
dragged still screaming over to the waiting punishment frame by the three of
them. Her constant struggles kept the two students attention so it was Tracy who
secured Alice's wrists to the frame. Ms Granger then raised her prison tunic and
dragged down her black prison issue panties to her knees.
"If you give us any more trouble girl it will be double," snapped Ms
Granger. This warning finally sank in as Alice's struggles ended, but her
moaning "Noo.. noooo" did not cease. Ms Granger took up her position as Ms
Preston spoke to the school " 12 strokes BEGIN."
Standing aside at this time Tracy watched, fascinated as the cane was
lifted high and paused a moment over the taught white globes of flesh.
THERWACK "One." called the assembled students. Their shout covered the
scream from Alice except for those close by.
THERWACK "Two" the students screamed.
THERWACK "Three"
THERWACK "Four"
THERWACK "Five"
THERWACK "Six"
The students could now hear Alices sobs in the break as Ms Granger stepped
aside and Tracy, with some trepidation and stepped up to the side of the
punishment frame. She looked at the pattern of red marks Ms Granger had left on
Alice's buttocks. They were close together. She would try to go for unmarked
flesh where possible. Tracy planted her feet firmly and raised the cane high.
WACK "Seven" The students took up the chant again.
WACK "Eight" Tracy noted the paddle covered much of Ms Granger's marks.
WACK "Nine" This one was partly on the top of Alice's thighs.
WACK "Ten" Also on the thighs.
WACK "Eleven" Back on the butt.
WACK "Twelve" Tracy lowered her paddle and stared at the results of her
labours as well as that of Ms Granger. They looked strangely beautiful to her.
"Where did I get that idea?"
"Not bad, girl. You have a knack for this," commented Ms Granger.
"Thankyou M'am." "Is this a skill I should be proud of?"
Tracy helped release Alice from the frame as the Headmistress dismissed the
students to their classes. Tracy helped Alice to her feet and pulled up her
panties for her as she swayed. As soon as she did so, Alice gasped "No.. please
take them off...please."
Tracy did so and then helped the girl to the locker room where they
collected their books. Then, walking slowly, they went into class where Alice
slowly sat down and sat through the lesson with tears silently trickling down
her face.
In the days following Alice was much quieter than before and followed
orders without question. She did not perk up again until the end of the week. On
Friday their timetables did not match until lunchtime. In the period before
morning break Tracy was suddenly startled out of her concentration on what the
teacher was saying when a shrill buzzing sound filled the room. It was coming
from Tracy who for a moment didn't realise what it was. Then she remembered and
looked down at her belt. The tracer Aunt Freda had given her was flashing a red
light. Tracy killed the alarm and activated the screen whilst the teacher came
striding up to where Tracy sat.
"Wilson!" she snapped sharply, "What have you there, girl? Give it here at
once."
"Its a tracer the prison gave me in case my crim made another escape
attempt, M'am," replied Tracy as she stared at the tracers little screen, "It
appears she is trying to escape again. She's going out the East St gate." Tracy
pushed a button. "There that will slow her down. I must go after her. My
apologies for disturbing the class but I must go."
"We should call the police," suggested the teacher.
"I don't think that will be necessary thankyou," replied Tracy and ran from
the room. She followed the tracers indicated direction and quickly caught up
Alice less than half a block from the school. Alice was struggling with her
collar which had somehow suddenly become to tight and was chocking her. Tracy
grabbed her arms and quickly 'cuffed them behind her back. Then she touched a
button on the tracer. The collar returned to normal. Alice was angry and
frightened at the same time.
"This damn collar is trying to kill me. Get it off," she gasped.
"It's an anti-escape device Alice," replied Tracy cheerfully, "You have
been very silly. You have earned yourself another caning. Whether it will be
before the school is up to the Headmistress. Now come along." Tracy caught Alice
by the arm and began the march back to the school.
They were met at the gate by Ms Jefferys the deputy head who was just
starting out after them. "So you have her Wilson. That was quick work. Come the
Head will want to see you both."
In Ms Preston's office Tracy explained about the tracer and the collars
anti-escape action. Ms Preston was impressed and said so. "I'm pleased your aunt
saw fit to give you that tracer, Wilson. Perhaps we should ask for tracers for
all our crims. We will see. Meanwhile...you, Watkins apparently require another
caning since one wasn't enough. We will see if twenty strokes will make you
think. Come along."
Ms Preston led the way into a small room along the corridor from her
office, Tracy and Ms Jefferys marching Alice along holding an arm each. Tracy
was astonished at the rooms contents. There was the punishment frame used at
assemblies and an arrangement of ropes hanging from the ceiling with a
cross-bar dangling from it along with a collection of chains and other
restraints that Tracy could not fathom the use for. On a rack on the wall hung a
collection of whips and paddles. Alice screamed "NO" and tried to twist away but
was held firmly.
"Over the frame with you Watkins," said Ms Preston. The three women dragged
Alice to the frame and shackled her to it. Her arms locked to the frames legs on
the far side and this time the Head had Alice's panties removed totally and her
ankles shackled to the frames legs on the near side, spreading her legs wide
apart. Ms Preston went to the wall and selected a thin springy cane. "Now then
Watkins, remember to count each one or you may get more than you expect."
"NO NO NO," screamed Alice. Ms Preston raised the cane.
CRACK "AHOWE... One" The cane rose again
CRACK "OOOH....Two" It rose again. And again.
By the tenth stroke Alice was howling uncontrollably. Her buttocks were
covered with thin red lines. Ms Preston paused in her work.
"We will give her a moment to let the pain sink in and for her to think on
why she is here," she said. Tracy looked around the room. Ms Jefferys noticed
the look.
"Curious about this room, Wilson?"
"Yes M'am. It looks more like a room you would expect at a bondage club
than a school."
"So you know of such things, Wilson?" said Ms Preston
"Yes, M'am."
"I see. Well this is not a room you would see in all schools Wilson, but it
has been found that some of these tools are needed for the crims. Our opposite
number for boys near Walton Prison has a similar set-up. I think we will leave
Watkins suspended here for a while after we have finished here. Here you have a
go." She handed the cane to Ms Jefferys who moved into position and raised the
cane. She swung.
CRACK "AHHOW ... eleven" the girl gasped.
CRACK "AHAHHOW ... twelve"
Ms Preston turned to Tracy, "You can return to class, Wilson. Come and
collect Watkins from here at lunch time. But keep her in 'cuffs for the day, I
think."
"Yes M'am."
When the lunch hooters sounded Tracy made her way to the administration
block and found Alice hanging from the ceiling from her wrists which were
secured to either end of the half-metre long bar hanging from ceiling by the
rope. She was standing on her toes to reach the floor and ease the strain on her
arms. She had stopped crying but her face was streaked with tears. Her tunic was
tucked up into her belt to display her well marked bottom. Tracy walked around
the suspended girl, admiring the effect. She reached out and gently stroked
Alices well marked bottom. Alice groaned softly as she felt the touch. Tracy
slid her fingers over the red \marks, stroking gently. Then Tracy lowered the
bar bringing the girl back onto her feet.
"T... Thankyou Tracy. My arms are killing me. Those bitches were awful.
Jefferys was just as horrible as Preston. She wanted to do other things to
me..... put things in me...... she said I would make a nice slut. I'm not a
slut. Never. I.. mufff." Tracy covered her mouth with her hand. as she snapped
on her leash.
"Silence. Put on your panties and hurry up. I'm hungry." Alice did so,
wincing as cloth rubbed her punished buttocks. Tracy then snapped her 'cuffs on
the girl and marched her slowly to the canteen. There they joined Karen and
Doris and as they ate other students came to their table to question Tracy about
what had happened. Alice was subdued throughout the meal as she struggled to eat
while wearing handcuffs. When they left the canteen they went to their usual
secluded spot and were joined by Sharon Granger and her crowd who demanded to
know the full story also. After a brief hesitation Tracy ordered Alice onto her
knees with her head on the ground and her bottom up. she then raised Alice's
tunic, tucking it under her belt and lowered her panties to display the
handiwork of the Head and her Deputy. There were thin red lines crossing
Alice's buttocks and thighs. Sharon and several of her group ran their hands
over Alices buttocks, stroking the red marks as they commented on them. Alice
could be heard moaning softly. Tracy ordered Alice to rise up on her knees and
put her hands on her head, still with her tunic tucked into her belt. Her face
was a flaming red with shame.
"Alice you brought this on your self," said Tracy sharply, "If there were
no marks to admire there would be no reason to do this. And you gained the marks
by your own efforts, no one asked you to run off. If you keep earning red marks
on your butt then you can expect people to want to admire them. Clear?"
Silence.
"I said is that clear, Alice?"
"Yes, its clear."
"You will remain on display until the hooters go." Tracy noticed that all
the students including Karen and even Doris were nodding in approval.
That afternoon, as Tracy escorted Alice to the prison bus she spoke again.
"Alice you have been here long enough now to have seen the difference in the way
Sharon Granger and her crowd treat their crims to the way Karen treats Doris.
Who would you rather have control you - me or Sharon? Think on it."
When she got home Tracy reported what had happened to Aunt Freda who had
already received reports from the school and the prisons Tracing Section. Aunt
Freda heard out Tracy's story then sighed. "The girl will have to be broken,"
she said.
"You mean turned into a sex slave in that room you showed me?"
"Yes."
"Even though she is nearly finished her sentence?"
"She will spend the rest of her sentence there. Three weeks should be
enough to crack her I think. Then she will be released under supervision.
Tomorrow I will write a letter for Ms Preston confirming she won't be returning
to school."
Later that night Tracy spoke to her Aunt Elizabeth. "Aunt if corporal
punishment is used in both prisons and schools, why isn't it used directly by
the courts? I would have thought it would have been a cheaper way to punish
small crimes or first offenders and act as a deterrent at the same time."
"But it is," replied Aunt Elizabeth, "First offenders are often publicly
flogged. Would you like to see a session." It's free to those who are
interested."
"Yes please Aunt."
"This Saturday then."
The next day Tracy accompanied Aunt Elizabeth to a small park across from
the courthouse where Aunt Elizabeth heard her cases. There was a raised platform
such as would be used by musicians and politicians. Today though Tracy saw it
had been fitted out with a different and larger punishment frame then that used
at her school. It had the necessary shackles that allowed four people to be
secured at once. It consisted of four padded boards each angled up to the
centre with a pole rising out of the centre with shackles hanging from it. It
looked to Tracy something like a weird pyramid.
Soon after their arrival a prison van arrived and some twenty prisoners
were unloaded, their hands 'cuffed behind the and ankles in shackles. All the
prisoners were wearing prison garb but their feet were bare. On being unloaded
from the van the prisoners were made to kneel facing the audience. Then the
first four criminals were stripped naked then marched to the frame and secured
to it, one to each side, their hands secured to the pole and their ankles to the
corners of the board. Their backs and buttocks were now available to the whip.
One of the prison officers produced a microphone and announced the name of each
of the first four (all men) to be punished. The crime and sentence and the name
of the judge who gave the sentence were announced. Tracy noted the sentences
went from 10 strokes (for being drunk and disorderly) to 35 (shoplifting - first
offence) in this batch. One of the officers then produced a whip and proceeded
to carry out the sentences. The crowd (like at school) began counting out the
strokes. All prisoners were left secured until the last stroke had been
administered to the last prisoner in the batch. These four were then released
and allowed to put on their clothes and return to the van free of shackles,
while the next four were stripped. One of this group was a woman sentenced to 20
strokes for stealing. There was much whistling and catcalling as she was
stripped but no attempt was made by the warders to shield her and she could do
little to cover herself as she was chained like the men. Tracy noticed that like
in the prison, and unlike school, the strokes were spread from the back to the
buttocks.
"Aunt is their a limit that prisoners can be sentenced to?"
"No limit as to number of strokes sentenced, Tracy, but they can only
receive fifty strokes in any one session and then their must be 48 hours between
sessions. I have sentenced criminals to totals of 70 or 80 strokes which were
delivered over two punishment sessions. Why! Do you think that is to harsh?"
"No Aunt, but tell me, do students have the same protection? I say that
because I saw a student last week that had failed to do homework. She received
various numbers of strokes from different teachers that totalled over 60
altogether and the last caning only stopped because she began to bleed. Her
bottom was a mess and she couldn't sit down without crying. Remember it was all
on the bum, no spreading it over the back as well. How come there is no limit
for students?"
"I don't know Tracy. Is that student alright?"
"Don't know. That happened on Thursday. She didn't come to school on
Friday."
"I agree there should be a control there somewhere Tracy. That girls family
should take it up with the Education Department. I think we had better go. One
of the next batch was a case of mine." Aunt Elizabeth led the way out of the
park.
"Aunt to what extent is the use of the Truth Light made by the courts on
Camelot?"
"It is recognised and used Tracy, but they are so expensive that only 5 or
6 legal firms have them. The Justice department has a few also but as you know
both sides usually insist on having their own to double-check each other."
"I understand that Aunt. You do remember there is one in my room at this
moment, don't you?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, If there is one fault in the system you just showed me it is what
if a mistake was made and you humiliate and flog the wrong person? That could
turn a perfectly innocent person against society. Father told me of a case on
Nexus where that happened and the man ended up a rampaging killer because of
being imprisoned wrongly as a teenager. He was finally declared innocent of that
first crime but only after spending twelve months in prison where he was raped
and humiliated and bashed many times. The experience sent him over the edge. Has
that happened here?"
"Probably yes, although I can't actually name a case off hand. Your
thinking a Truth Light could ensure it doesn't happen, I take it?"
"Yes, Aunt."
"Perhaps it will when we have enough Truth Lights for all legal firms to
have one. How is your crim going? Are you suggesting using the Light to clear
her?" Aunt Elizabeth inquired as they headed home, "Is she showing any change?"
"No Auntie, she has admitted her guilt to me and others," sighed Tracy,
"Aunt Freda has decided she is to spend the rest of her sentence in that unit
where they break girls and turn them into sex-slaves."
"Perhaps it is for the best. If that doesn't work it will be Reform School
if her sentence was longer. It's a pity."
"It's that I feel I have failed her somehow. But what else could I have
done for her? She seemed fixed on the idea she should be able to do as she
liked."
"It sounds like she is a habitual criminal, Tracy. There was nothing you
can do for them. Try to put her out of your mind."
Tracy in time did put Alice out of her mind. She had a new interest. She
was appointed captain of her schools inter-schools cricket team by the sport
mistress. Although she was still considered by the students as a 'newcomer' she
found most of the players were willing to accept her as captain. The one who
didn't approve was Sharon Granger who, Tracy was aware, had expected to have the
job herself. Tracy tried to win Sharon over but the girl was unmoved. "You are
an outsider and an off-worlder Wilson," she snapped, "I'm much better suited
than you can ever be."
"I didn't ask for it Sharon, Ms Andrews just thrust it on me."
"Maybe so but I say you should not have it. Either you resign or I will
take steps to remove you. Clear?"
Tracy stared at Sharon in astonishment, "What are you talking about? Of
course I wont resign."
"If you don't you will be sorry." Sharon turned and strode away.
That night Tracy recounted the conversation for her Aunts. "That is what
she said. I don't know what she meant by her threat. However I do know she is
used to getting what she wants. And she wants the captaincy. She is or thinks
she is powerful because her mother is a teacher there and her grandmother is its
head. I don't know how far her family would go to help to get her the
captaincy."
"I'm sure there is nothing in it," soothed Aunt Elizabeth.
"I hope your right," thought Tracy, "But why is my gut saying otherwise?"
Tracy went of to do her homework.
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