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Synopsis: Gail is sent to a boarding school where the other girls haze her and
a friendly faculty member teaches her to enjoy new experiences.
      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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