By Terence
Copyright 2021 by Terence, all rights reserved
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The Apprentice
Chapter 2 - Boss in Trouble
The Headmistress, who according to the sign above her door was called
Mrs Cruickshank, was seated behind a large oak desk in a very old
fashioned, oak-panelled room. She pointed to a chair in front of her
desk for Mr Furzton to sit on and then turned to me:
“Tom,
welcome to our school. I was really hoping to meet you in happier
circumstances and welcome you properly into our community. I will have
a chat with you in a minute - for now, would you mind waiting in Mrs
Lodenheim’s office?”
As I was sitting in the secretary’s
office, I could hear the mumble of voices from next door. After about
five minutes, I could hear raised voices, particularly Mr Furzton’s
voice. The door was yanked open and my boss stormed out and left,
without even sparing me another glance. I then heard the crackling
intercom on Mrs Lodenheim’s desk: “Mrs Lodenheim, will you please send
Tom in now?”
Once I was seated in the chair that Mr Furzton had just vacated, Mrs Cruickshank turned to me, kindness personified:
“I am so sorry you had to witness that scene, Tom. This sort of
behaviour is very rare here at the Hall. But Mr Furzton is under a lot
of pressure. One of the pupils he punished this afternoon has lodged a
formal complaint, and since her account of what happened is
corroborated by a witness we have had to put Mr Furzton on paid leave
until a formal hearing can be convened. You are likely to be called as
a witness at that hearing, so that I cannot go into the events in
question with you so as not to colour your testimony. However, the
formal hearing is unlikely to be before next week so that we are
finding ourselves in a little bit of a bind when it comes to discipline
at this school.
So how have you been finding your first day so far?”
“Hmm, aaah, interesting. Challenging, too. Mr Furzton gave me some
training on a dummy and trusted me to carry out my first real
punishment once I had passed a test on the number 3 cane.”
“That’s good to hear!”, she replied. “As you will by now appreciate, we
pride ourselves on our discipline regime in that it is fair,
appropriate and, above all, swift. Its most fundamental aspect,
however, is that punishments are administered not by our teachers, but
by specialised discipline officers which you aspire to become. That
way, we do not undermine the bond of trust between teacher and student,
and we ensure that all punishments are carried out in a consistent and
even-handed way. Finally, discipline officers are highly trained
professionals, ensuring that none of our girls is injured or
permanently harmed in the process.”
She seemed to have run out of things to say. There was a bit of an awkward silence.
“So, I have been considering my options for discipline. One way would
be to let punishment slips accumulate. Another to ask a discipline
officer from one of our sister colleges to come here for a temporary
secondment. But none of them has more than one discipline guy on the
staff at the moment. Which takes me to you.”
“Me?” I stammered, confused. This had been my first day!
“Well, yes. Mr Furzton seemed very taken with you and your skills. Of
course, you would be limited to the number 3 cane, on safety and
insurance grounds. However, there is no reason why you should be
restricted to 10 strokes - the rules say nothing about the number of
strokes, nor about how many layers of clothing the pupil is allowed to
wear during the punishment. So, if you are amenable, I would simply
instruct all our teachers not to prescribe any punishment other than
with the number 3 cane and simply vary the number of strokes and layers
of clothing in order to adjust the severity of the punishment to match
the severity of the offence.”
“Hmm, that might work.”, I was
forced to say, feeling very unsure of myself. “But I must admit that I
have not really understood the escalation system - so would I simply
ignore escalations?”
“I’m glad you ask - as it happens, Mr
Furzton has been working on an escalation program for our new computer
system to be rolled out in all our network of colleges. You enter the
prescribed punishment and the level of escalation and the computer
automatically calculates a number of alternative new punishments. You
then ask the girl for a suggested escalation and if this exceeds the
computer’s suggestion, well and good, that’s what she gets. If it does
not, the computer will give you a number of additional aggravating
options for you to choose from. How does that sound?”
“Fine,
thank you. I have never used a computer before, though …” [It just
occurs to me that I failed to mention that all this happened in the
early eighties of the last century!]
“Oh, our computer
officer, Miss Young, will show you, don’t worry. In fact, she can show
you tomorrow morning, first period, so that you’d be good to go in time
for the first recess.”
“Ok, then. I’m still a bit worried,
though. I’m the same age as some of your girls - what if they do not
obey me?” (or, worse, laugh at me or tease me, I was thinking to
myself).
“Don’t you worry about that. They will. Anyone you send to me is guaranteed a much more severe, public, punishment.”
“Public?”, I asked, shocked.
“Yes, for maximum deterrence. Public punishments occur about four times
a year, and can be prescribed by a properly convened disciplinary
panel. They are carried out in one of the other schools in our network
during a special afternoon assembly. We are doing it like that in order
to minimise the disruptive effect it would have on learning if
punishments were carried out in front of a pupil’s own peers. As you
may know, our network consists of three schools for girls and three
schools for boys - we punish the boys in one of the girls’ schools and
vice versa. Very effective, I assure you!”
I now understood
why the threat to be sent to the headmistress had always produced the
desired result earlier that afternoon. I seemed to have run out of
excuses.
“So, it’s agreed, then. Miss Young will fetch you
from your room tomorrow morning to run through the escalation program
with you - you are then expected to be in the discipline room during
all break times. Good luck and have a good rest tonight!”
I
wasn’t so sure about my prospects for sleep. First, the bed had looked
seriously uncomfortable. Second, my head was full of pictures of
clothed, semi-clad and naked girls being punished, and expectations of
having to do the same on my own the next day. Third, I was wondering
whether my mum had packed any tissues - I had a feeling I would be
needing them later that day (I was right, as it turned out, and she
hadn’t - I smuggled some loo paper out of the lavatory).
I
had had some sleep the next morning, even though the bed turned out to
be every bit as uncomfortable as it looked! I got up at six and had a
quick shower in the girls communal shower room. Obviously, at that
hour, I was alone. Freshly showered I got dressed in my uniform and
went to breakfast - this was served in the main refectory. Although I
sat at the staff table (known as the ‘High Table’, as I found out
later), I was the only one there for breakfast. Somebody, one of the
house mistresses, I assumed, had been there before me but, when I
arrived, I was the only one there, attracting stares and giggles from
the assembled girlhood. My uniform did not help - they knew what my
role at their school was to be.
I was back in my basement
room by 8:30 - first period began at 8:40 and at 8:45 Miss Young
knocked on the door. I wasn’t really surprised she was a very young
teacher - the older ones probably wouldn’t know one end from a computer
from the other - but I was surprised that she was very pretty indeed. A
real stunner. She introduced herself and then accompanied me into the
discipline room. The computer terminal was sitting in a corner. While I
had played games on my brother’s old C64 and my own Commodore Amiga, I
had never used a network computer before. You had to give it commands -
if you didn’t, all you got was a blinking arrow. Miss Young, or Carol,
as she asked me to call her, showed me how to enter ‘escal’ and wait.
The screen now asked: “No Strokes?” - Carol entered 10. “Implement?”
Carol entered ‘Cane 3’ (she had been told that was all I was qualified
to use, clearly). “Layers?” Carol entered 3, but the computer rejected
this. It was either 2, 1 or 0, apparently, which made sense (panties
and skirt). She entered 2. Now more text appeared: “Please enter the
dates of the pupil’s last three attendances” and a diary showing the
last calendar month. Carol selected one date three days previously and
today’s date. A message appeared:
Based on your input the pupil appeared twice before in the last seven school days and once before today. Is that right?
“Oops, that’s not what I meant!”, said Carol. “It seems that it does
not mean the current visit, only visits in the past. So better remember
that!” She entered ‘y’ and the screen really came to life.
Based on your input the pupil is due four escalations (one for the
second appearance within one week, two for the third appearance within
one week and one for appearing twice in a single day).
Strokes: 10 + 3 (I); 13 + 4 (II); 17 + 6 (III); 23 + 8 (IV) = 31 STROKES
Implement: 4 (I); 5 (II); Paddle (III); heavy whip (IV)
Clothing: Panties (I); bare (II); bra (III); nude (IV)
“I still don’t really understand how this works in practice”, I
worried. “I mean, I am meant to ask her what escalations she suggests -
how do I know if this is greater or lesser than what the computer says?
There are so many options - really very complicated.”
“Calm
down,” Carol said in an irritating, soothing voice. “It’s really very
simple. Say she were to suggest 20 strokes. That would get her only to
the second escalation. We don’t have a choice when it comes to
implement, so that there are two escalations to go, plus one extra for
falling short in her suggestion. So you could give her 31 strokes plus
one third, that is, er, 41. Or the 20 she asked for in her bra. But the
starting point is the 20 she asked for, so you can’t start from scratch
and give her 13 in the nude. But don’t worry, the computer has all this
programmed in!”
She hit return, and the computer asked:
Pupil suggestion?
She entered:
20, 3, skirt.
The computer:
41, 3, skirt
31, 3, panties
23, 3, bare
20, 3, bra
“So that shouldn’t be too hard, right?”, she asked, with a knowing
smile and a furtive glance at my crotch area. It must be admitted: I
was visibly aroused. This flustered me.
“Hmm, yes, that should be fine, thanks.”
“Ok, I’m off to teach a Pascal class. Good luck!”
And she left. On my own in the discipline room I had another good look around. It was going to be an interesting few days!
During the first recess, or break, as it is known this side of the
Atlantic, I could feel my heart rate go up as I was waiting for that
knock on the door. But it never came. The break bell sounded again
before I knew it. Another 90 minutes of anticipation - for, who knows,
maybe again nothing!
They lasted for much longer than 90
minutes, at least that’s how I experienced them. The next bell
announced lunchtime. Surely, there would be a knock - just one girl
would be all I would ask for!
And there it was: a faint knock.
I opened the door to the office and there were two girls waiting
outside, both around 15, one blond, one brunette, the blond slim, the
brunette borderline overweight. Both looked sheepishly to the floor as
I asked them in and closed the door. They handed me their slips: both
called for 18 strokes on skirt.
“So how come you deserve this?”, I asked, greatly daring.
“We exchanged notes in class”, said the blond, demurely.
“Ok, who would like to go first?”, I asked.
The blonde sighed and moved to go into the next room. I looked at both
slips and got their files - Nicole and Amelie, though I had by now
forgotten who was who … ouch. Oh well!
The blonde walked
straight to the small frame, the one that was basically just a stool
and lay over it. She did this so matter-of-factly that it occurred to
me to check the file when she had last attended. But which file? Well,
I checked them both, and, sod’s law, Nicole had attended the previous
Tuesday, in other words, fewer than seven school days previously, while
Amelie’s last visit was more than a month back.
“Sorry, your name has escaped me”, I said, embarrassed. “Are you Nicole?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I am afraid you have earned an escalation because this is your second visit in a week.”
“Oh, I had hoped you wouldn’t know about escalations, being new and all. Too bad.”
“Hmm.” I didn’t like her cheek, but wasn’t sure if I had the power to do anything about it.
“So you know you must suggest an escalation … what do you suggest?”
“22 strokes then, instead of 18”, she said, trying to sound indifferent. “You add one third per escalation, easy!”
I wasn’t too sure of my maths … and blushed a little, having attended a
much less posh school. But using the computer helped. I clicked on the
previous Tuesday, then entered 18, 3, 2, and the computer returned 24
as the first escalation. She had got the maths wrong!
“Sorry, I think your maths is wrong. 24 would have been correct.”
“Fine, make it 24 then!”
“That’s not how it works. You get an additional escalation, as you well know.”
I entered ’22’ for pupil suggestion and the computer gave me the option of 24 on panties or 32 on skirt.
“Please take off your skirt and I’ll give you 24 on panties!”
“No way! We were told in assembly that you can only cane us, and we get to keep our skirts on!”
I wasn’t too sure of my ground. That sounded somewhat reasonable. But
surely the computer had been programmed only to give me actual options?
It did not suggest other implements than the number 3 cane, for
example. What was I to do?
“Ok, I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood something. We’ll make it 32 on your skirt, then.”
“How do you figure that? No way, that’s too many!”
“Well, I guess it’s one third more than 24 …, but I’m not sure. Shall we say 30?”
I realised that I was bargaining with her - showing weakness. Not an
auspicious beginning! But then again, I was hardly older than her!
She agreed to 28 and bent over the stool. I was angry with her and
really put my back into it, but she remained stoic and did not utter a
sound. She then left in a huffy sort of way. This had not gone the way
I had pictured it in my head!
Amelie, the slightly
overweight girl, was next. She was not quite as stoic but kept her
composure, though there was quite a bit of moaning and a few tears.
When she had left, I filled in the two files. Amelie’s was simple, but
I wasn’t sure what to do about Nicole’s. In the end, I thought honesty
was the best policy. I explained what had happened, that I had been
unsure of myself and had allowed her to talk me into a lighter
punishment. I also documented that she had had ‘attitude’ throughout.
I needed to find out if Nicole had been right in her claim that I
wasn’t allowed to tell them to take off items of clothing. I was too
embarrassed to seek out the Head, however. I had forgotten the way to
her room, anyway. So I thought I’d just see what the next girl with an
escalation would say. I was not as eager for the after school session
to arrive than I had waited for the lunch hour, but still …
The hour arrived, and there was the knock I had waited for! The first
girl I saw, waiting outside, was Amelie! More escalations to work out!
There was just one other girl, a very young one, around 12 or 13,
looking very sheepish. Full of good resolutions, I told Amelie to wait
and took the little one in first. She handed me her slip, it called for
10 strokes on the bare behind! So much for me not being allowed to ask
them to take anything off!
“So you know what your punishment is, right?”
“Yes”, whispered the girl. “Would you please turn around while I strip?”
I wasn’t happy about this, but then again, too embarrassed to refuse.
So I turned around, and when I turned back again, I was met by the
sight of her tiny little behind on the cushion of the stool, legs
tightly pressed together, but there was no denying it: her little slit
was (just) visible between them. I was going to make this last!
I got hold of the cane and raised it.
“Count each stroke, please!”
I struck her white bottom. The impact made her move her position - her
legs briefly separated, showing me the delights they were hiding, only
for her to clench them back together again.
“One”, she gasped.
I raised my arm but left her in suspense. Her torso was shaking. I
swung the cane down, swishing it through the air, but stopping before
impact. In anticipation, she moved, and again, her slit was revealed.
Before she could get back into position, the cane hit her. The
unexpected impact made her shift position even more, spreading her legs
so that I could even see her bottom hole.
“Two’, she breathed, as she was rearranging her legs.
Again, the cane hovered in the air. I was truly enjoying this. This
time it came down, after a 30 second delay, and she screamed.
“Three”, she squeezed out.
Quickly, I hit her again. And again.
“Four, five”, from her, but she was now concentrating on the pain,
forgetting her exposure and humiliation in front of an adolescent boy.
Her legs were now spread reasonably wide, affording me great views. I
took my time drinking it all in while keeping the cane raised. I didn’t
really want to strike, fearing that she would shift position again -
and my view could not really be improved upon, I had to confess to
myself.
But all good things come to an end. As stripes
formed on her bottom, and she realised how exposed she was, she
clenched up again and stayed like that, as my cane hit her another five
times.
She was crying hard, whether of pain or humiliation I
couldn’t fathom, grabbed her panties and put them on without waiting
for or expecting me to turn around.
I called in Amelie.
She still had her slip and now handed it to me.
“30 strokes on panties” it read.
I was still dazed from my encounter with Doris (as I only now realised
the young girl was called, in getting her file), and so I just asked
her to take off her skirt and get on the stool.
“Aren’t you forgetting that this is my second visit today?”, she asked, somewhat provocatively.
“Oh yes, you are right. Let me put this in the computer …”
I did, and it came up with 53 strokes on panties, 40 strokes on bare, 30 strokes bra only.
“Ok, you seem to know the drill. You have earned two escalations, so what punishment do you think would be appropriate?”
“I will take 40 fully naked, please.”, she replied, very quickly.
I gasped. I had not expected this at all. This was clearly rather more
than required, but the rules were clear that, if she exceeded the
‘tariff’, she’d still get precisely what she asked for.
I played it cool. “Ok, that gets you over the line, by quite a lot. But you’ve made your bed and must lie in it.”
She wasn’t the most attractive girl ever, particularly after Doris …
but this was still going to be great. Then I had an inspired idea:
“You realise that if you get another escalation you will have to visit the Head? So you’d better keep still.”
“Oh, I didn’t know. Can you please tie me up, then?”, she begged.
“Ok, if you want me to”, I grumbled, and pointed at one of the more
elaborate punishment frames. Get on that one then, when you’re ready.”
The frame would allow me, as I had found when inspecting it during the
day’s long, boring hours, to position her so that her bottom would be
prominently displayed on a cushion installed for that purpose, with her
legs spread and, the best bit, her breasts in the air - the top shelf
being so low that she would be able to support herself by leaning on it
with her upper arms, with her upper body up in the air.
I
sat down at my desk, which was fortunately placed facing the room
rather than the wall, and got busy filling in Doris’s file, while
Amelie was slowly disrobing. She was doing this in what I can only call
a provocative way. I pretended not to pay her any attention.
When she was naked, she got on the frame - it meant kneeling on two
boards, putting her midriff onto the cushion and then putting her upper
weight on two more padded boards - all fitted with velcro cuffs. Once
she was in position, I restrained her wrists, and again her arms at her
elbows. I then put the cuffs on her feet and tightened them. This had
the effect of pulling the two board apart, spreading her legs and
exposing both her holes in a most obscene way. Her pussy was glistening
- it was clearly soaking wet. She was enjoying this!
Now she
was in position, I got my cane. I was planning a quick set of ten,
followed by six of five. Her bottom was well marked after the first
ten, and she was moaning and gasping between each set of five. When it
was over, I left her in position for a while to recover. Then I
regretfully untied her. I was so hard, I had to move carefully to avoid
coming in my trousers.
As she got dressed I finished filling
in Doris’s form, and then pulled out Amelie’s file. Now I had to put
all this down … hmm. I managed to describe the events in a matter of
fact way, leaving out where precisely I had punished her and how I had
restrained her. These details would only bore people.
As I was finishing up, there was a knock on the door and Mrs Lodenheim came in.
“How have you been getting on, Tom? The Head would like to see today’s files, have you finished them?”
“Just this minute, madam. Here they are.”
“Thanks. Please come and see the Head and 9:30 tomorrow - she’d like to
debrief you and discuss your first ‘solo’ day! For not, good night!”
I was hungry. There was nothing for it, I had to join the teaching staff and the pupils in the refectory …
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