The Apprentice

The Apprentice 5 to 7

By Terence

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Chapter 5: Abuse of power

I actually made it to breakfast the next morning and was busy making myself some sandwiches for lunchtime when the Head, accompanied by a young woman, joined me at the High Table.

“Ah, Mr Danvers, this is Miss Lockwood, your opposite number at St Cuthbert’s. She will be a member of the panel at the hearing on Tuesday and is here to discuss this with me and the other members. I have already asked her if she would like to help train you and she would be very pleased, depending on the outcome of the hearing, of course …”

Miss Lockwood was much younger than I had imagined - in her early twenties - and also much more attractive than I had thought. Blond, slim, tall, with a pretty face. It was hard to imagine that she was in charge of discipline at St Cuthbert’s.

We exchanged pleasantries. “I could easily mistake you for one of my ‘customers’, Mr Danvers”, she laughed. “You seem very young.”

I blushed and mumbled that I’d always had a bit of a baby face.

“No, no, don’t worry. I like it!”

Mrs Cruickshank was smiling rather enigmatically. I was embarrassed and decided to put an end to the situation by beating an orderly withdrawal, clutching the one sandwich I had managed to make for myself. Better than nothing, though!

The day was rather uneventful - two girls to get five and ten respectively on skirts at lunchtime, leaving time to actually go to lunch. There was nothing to do for the rest of the day - I was beginning to worry that the worst part of my new job might be boredom!

Yet it proved that that Thursday had just been the calm before the storm that was to be the Friday. Nicole was due to appear first thing in the morning, before lessons started, and I had got up very early to make sure I could shower and have breakfast. No time to prepare a sandwich for lunch - a crestfallen Nicole was waiting for me outside the punishment suite already as I got back. She followed me into the waiting room, where I asked her to wait. Because why have a waiting room if people don’t have to wait there?

Once in the main punishment room, I had another look at the various punishment frames. There were five in total, but only two were designed for bottom caning. One was a St Andrew’s Cross (endless possibilities there, clearly this was meant to punish the front of the girls …?), another a sort of rack, and a frame designed to secure the girl’s hands above her head with her standing up. The two meant for bottom caning were rather different in design. The one I had already used allowed arms and legs to be secured separately, and then allowed them to be freely positioned, a feature I had previously taken advantage of, it will be remembered. The other one was much simpler, just a round padding at the end of a bench, with straps for hands at the opposite end and just one strap for the legs, which would be secured closely together. Not at all as much fun as the other one, I thought. I would certainly tell Nicole to get onto the more elaborate one again, I resolved.

I called her in.

“Get undressed quickly and get on the punishment frame again”, I ordered her.

She again turned away from me to undress, but then turned towards me, naked.

“Please, sir, can I please get on that punishment frame, please?”

She pointed to the less elaborate frame.

“I’m afraid that one is not intended for naked punishments. Please get on the same one as last time.”
“But it’s so humiliating!”

“You should have thought of that beforehand. Please do as I say. Don’t make it any harder on yourself.”

She finally complied. I decided not to push my luck and fixed her legs so that they were only slightly spread. Her bottom was still clearly showing evidence of her earlier canings. As I began, she was clearly more acutely in pain from the word go than during her previous punishments, screaming her head off straight away. Not much fun, I thought. Mental note: think of ways to stop her screaming until Monday …

I untied her and she gingerly got dressed again, then left. I filled in her form, omitting her pleas to be tied to the less exposing frame, and settled down for a boring morning …

When I returned from my lunch, I found a long queue of girls outside my door … at least twenty of them! How was I supposed to deal with all of them in the remaining forty or so minutes? I decided swiftly, counted ten and told the others to return after school. The ten who remained were all down for very minor punishments - all on skirts, and no more than five strokes. Hardly worth opening the file for! But open the file I must … unfortunately. I did not manage more than eight and told the other two to come back after school.

My phone was ringing off the hook and I answered. It was Mrs Lodenheim, summoning me, once again, to the inner sanctum. The Head explained that she had had reports from her staff that there was an unusual amount of minor misbehaviour evident among the students. “My suspicion is that they are trying to get into trouble deliberately, just to get to know you. You are, after all, a good looking young man”, she said, smiling, “so who can blame them?”

I could feel myself blush.

“No need to be embarrassed. But we cannot have this, of course. I have therefore taken an executive decision to commute their punishments into lines and academic demerits. This goes for those whom you punished at lunch as well as for those that are still to be punished after school. We need to make sure you have time for serious offenders. However, we will record their slips and should they overstep the line again, it will count towards their escalations. Anyway, it means less work for you after school. Have a good weekend, should I not see you!”

As the school bell rang to end the week later that day, there were indeed just three girls waiting outside, and I asked them into the waiting room. My heart missed a beat when I saw that one of them was Amelie, looking extremely downcast, and another was Nicole! How could she be here again - surely she wasn’t due to come back before Monday?

The third I did not know, so I thought I’d take her first.

“What’s your name?”

“Jill”, she replied, as she handed me her slip. It called for thirty on panties … for failing a maths quiz three times in a row, as she told me. She opted not to be restrained, and, rather to my disappointment, remained stoic throughout her punishment.

Then it was Nicole’s turn (I was leaving Amelie for last). I shook my head sadly.

“What are you doing here? Some other trouble you got yourself into?”

She nodded.

“I was wriggling on my chair, and got called for an oral test as a result. I couldn’t concentrate and got an ‘F’, meaning a slip and a visit here …”

The slip called for ten on panties. But how do calculate the escalations? I entered her name in the computer and it immediately spat out: “This student needs to be summoned for a Disciplinary Panel”.

I gave her the bad news. She sobbed.

“Is this on top of my ongoing punishments?”, she asked, frightened.

“I do not know, but will find out by Monday”, I tried to reassure her. “Have a nice weekend!”

And in came Amelie. She looked miserable as she handed me her slip, which called for twenty on panties. Again, she told me that this was because of a failed test. This being her fourth visit in five days, there would no doubt be some pretty serious escalations in store for her.

When I had entered the contents of the slip, the computer gave me a number of options:

Disciplinary Panel.
150 on panties.
100 on bare.
80 dressed in just bra.
50 fully naked.

As I asked her to suggest her own punishment, she looked around somewhat confused.

“Is Mrs Lodenheim not going to join us?”

“No, the Head has decided that I can now punish you without a witness. Unless you ask for a witness, that is.”

“Not at all. That’s fine. Let me think. I have never had this many escalations before, I have no idea what to ask for. I will certainly have to get naked, I know. But my bottom still smarts from last time. Not sure how many strokes I can bear on the bare …”

“Well, it’s your call. Suggest a number and I will enter it into the computer.”

She hesitated, biting her thumb provocatively.

“How about half what the computer asks for, but as an additional escalation you get to touch me wherever you like?”

There is was. Crunch time. You will remember that Amelie was not exactly a super model, but she was a girl, a young girl, and she was about to be naked. And I was given the chance to touch her, to explore her body with my hands, not just the cane. What 16 year old boy could resist? I certainly wasn’t that boy!

“Ok. But you must promise never to tell anyone! Do you?”

She did, and then winked at me.

“Would you like to undress me before you cane me?”

I certainly did. She slid off her blazer, but then it was up to me to slowly unbutton her blouse, revealing her cotton bra. I took the blouse off her completely and unclasped her skirt, which fell to the floor. I was rather worried about the clasp on her bra (as I said, I had no experience whatsoever, and this was at a time when porn was not readily available, there being no web yet), but it turned out her bra was a clasp-less number that just went over her head, being held in place by elastic. I touched her breast slightly as I took it off her, and it was as if a jolt of electricity went through my adolescent body! Finally, I removed her panties.

“Do you want to cane me first, of afterwards?”, she asked, demurely, yet provocatively.
“Afterwards’, I said, hoarsely.

“So, how do you want to do this? Do you want to tie me up? Or do you just want to go ahead?”, she asked, as she raised her arms and spread her legs slightly. She took my hand, closed her eyes, and moved it to her left breast. I left it there at first, but then started caressing her breast. My other hand stroked her back … moved down to her bottom. She winced. It was still pretty sore! So I shifted my attention to her stomach, caressed it, further and further down. All the while my right hand was massaging her breasts … my left hand now reached its goal, I could feel her pubic hair. Further down … she was damp. I could hear her gasp … my fingers were now exploring her inner folds. Suddenly, I could feel her hands on my own bottom … I liked it and allowed it to happen. Her hand moved around … was joined by her other hand … I suddenly could feel her fingers on my erection, through the fabric of my trousers and underpants … Now I panicked and stepped back. She was startled, not to say shocked.

“Don’t worry, I will not cane you today. Just get out of here, ok?”, I gasped. She quickly got dressed again and fled.

I filled in her file. 50 in the nude. So much for honest book-keeping!

Chapter 6: Two Hearings

I did not have a good weekend. I was too worried. What if Amelie ratted me out? I had gone, it had gone, far further than I had ever intended. Oh my God! Maybe I should not have stopped her - what if she took my panicked reaction the wrong way? Now I was thinking about her as if she was my girl-friend. Get a grip! Think! Who is going to be the more credible? Clearly, stout denial was the way forward. I was the one in charge, the one with the power. I had offered her a witness, she had refused one. I would be fine. I would be fine. Surely.

I tried to calm my nerves reading. There was little else to do. Four channels on TV, and the reception in my basement room was poor. This was long before the Internet, and even longer before smartphones … Reading and solitaire. Solitaire was certainly right … what would have happened if I’d let her have her way with me? I remembered her hand stroking my penis through my trousers … Oh God! Why had I not carried on?

I was looking forward to punishing a naked Nicole again on Monday morning, but she never came. Instead, a note from Mrs Lodenheim on my desk, to the effect that Nicole’s fate would be decided by a disciplinary panel on Tuesday - directly after Mr Furzton’s hearing, the panel members being the same. I would again be required to give evidence. Shame. Monday seemed to be a complete loss, as it turned out. Not a single punishment to administer. Not before school. No at lunch. And I’d finished my book. So I made my way to the student library to find another one. CS Forester’s ‘Hornblower’ series looked interesting - I had seen the movie with Gregory Peck and enjoyed it. So I took out ‘Mr Midshipman Hornblower’, and as I was queuing at the issue desk, Amelie was queuing from the other side, to return a book. She looked at me, and quickly looked away again. It was her turn just before me - the librarian alternating between checking out and checking in books.

The next day was going to be action-packed, so I thought I’d better turn in immediately after dinner. After a quick wank I took up the Hornblower. A really good read it turned out to be and had me reading late into the night. Probably not a good idea, but there you go.

I managed to be on time the next day, and felt somewhat underdressed in my jeans and t-shirt. Mr Furzton was waiting in Mrs Lodenheim’s office, looking nervous. He nodded to me, but then he was called into the Head’s office, while I was asked to wait.

After a short while, the Head asked Mrs Lodenheim to show in ‘the complainant’. Mrs Lodenheim fetched Emily from an adjoining room, and I could see that Anna was waiting in there, too. After about 10 minutes, she was called in, too. And then it was my turn. The panel consisted of the Head, Miss Lockwood, whom I had already met, two serious looking men and one middle-aged woman. Mr Furzton was sitting on one side of the room, faced by Emily on the other.

I got to explain how Emily had refused to be restrained, and how after a few swats with the paddle on her panties she had needed to be restrained, losing her panties as a result.

“Did you think that Mr Furzton touched Emily inappropriately or in any way tied her down in a way that was more humiliating than the situation warranted?”, asked the middle-aged woman. “I mean to say: was she decent?”

“Not really”, I admitted, reluctantly. “I was very inexperienced then. I have since learned that humiliation is a big part of our discipline regime here. So from today’s perspective I would not consider it inappropriate, no.”

The panel then retired and we awaited the result. I wasn’t sure what I was hoping for. On the one hand, Mr Furzton had been kind to me. On the other, I quite liked being in charge and on my own. After just a few minutes, the panel filed back into the room. To my surprise, Miss Lockwood read out the verdict.

“We find by a majority of four to one that any allegations against Mr Furzton are unwarranted. Rather than continuing his suspension, we decide that, instead, the complainant will face a public punishment at St Cuthbert’s School for Young Gentleman on Wednesday. The precise sentence has been determined and will be revealed just before punishment commences. On the same occasion, the complainant’s main witness will also be punished for her biased and inaccurate testimony. Mr Furzton, in contrast is reinstated! Congratulations, dear colleague!”

Both Emily and Anna burst into tears and were led out. Mr Furzton looked at the Head and Miss Lockwood with some embarrassment.

“I am sorry, but I will not be able to resume my duties here. I have accepted a job as chief disciplinarian at Justine’s Academy for Young Ladies. The job was contingent on my acquittal here, so thank you for that. However, in the circumstances and given my totally unjustifiable suspension you will forgive me for not serving out my notice. Good bye. Have a good life, everyone.” And with that he winked at me and was gone!

“Hmm, this is rather unfortunate”, the Head remarked. “I suggest that, in the light of this, it is now more urgent than ever that Mr Danvers receive some more training. I suggest that he accompany you, Miss Lockwood, to St Cuthbert’s straight after our second hearing, and remain there for the rest of the week under your tutelage. Is that agreeable to everyone?”

“What about punishments already scheduled here?”, I asked.

“We’ll postpone them by one week. And teachers will be able to issue slips detailing punishments other than with the number three cane!”

There was laughter in response to this, though I did not really see the joke myself. There was then a small delay as we were waiting for Nicole’s hearing to begin. Apparently she had not yet arrived. Miss Lockwood took me aside.

“You will be in for a treat - the punishment ceremony on Wednesday should be memorable. Maybe we’ll have you ready to administer some of the punishments - we have just under two days, I think, depending on how long this will take.”

Again I was made to wait outside. I was called in, Nicole was in tears. I confirmed what I had written in her file, that she had tried to wriggle out of various punishments. I was not surprised that Nicole joined Emily and Anna as punishees at Wednesdays’ ceremony. Again, her precise sentence was kept secret until the ceremony began.

Miss Lockwood nodded towards me, bade me follow her with her chin. I found her waiting by a small Fiat Uno in the car park.

“Hop in!”, she laughed. I did.

Chapter 7

Training at St Cuthbert’s

If Chatterley Hall, with its spires and turrets, resembled a palace or very elaborate country house, St Cuthbert’s resembled a mix between monastery and castle. Forbidding grey walls, cobbled drives. Bars on windows. Make that a monastery that was converted into a prison by Henry VIII.

Mrs Lockwood pressed a button on her keyring and the huge gates, rather anachronistically, swung open by themselves, allowing her to drive inside. With screeching tires we came to a halt in a large courtyard. I was impressed.

If I thought the punishment suite at Chatterley was well equipped, I clearly had not seen Miss Lockwood’s dungeon. It was straight out of Ivanhoe or Robin Hood. Miss Lockwood was in a good mood.

“Welcome to my execution room! I see we have just two lads to punish, then we can do some training in the afternoon. Why don’t you call in the first customer?”

I was intrigued that she called the dungeon ‘execution room’, just like I had come to call ‘my’ room at Chatterley to myself. I resolved to call it that officially from now on as I was calling in the first culprit.

In came a nervous thirteen year old boy.

“Hi, Colin”, Miss Lockwood greeted him. “This is your first visit this month, so it should be straightforward.”

He handed over his slip and she pursed her lips.

“My, my. You have been naughty. This is for thirty cane strokes with the number 2 on the bare. Please remove your trousers and underpants.”

He turned away from us, but she stopped him.

“Face us as you take them off!”

He slowly turned back towards us and undid his belt. Down came the trousers, down came the undies, revealing a hairless, diminutive little member, partially covered by his shirt.

He bent over a stool-like punishment frame and Miss Lockwood laid into him, having him screaming after two strokes. When it was done, he simply grabbed his clothes and ran out.

The next student to be punished was older, around 15.

“Hi, Dan. Good to see you again”, said Miss Lockwood, ironically. “I believe this is visit number three in the past seven school days, is that right?”

“Yes, Miss Lockwood,” he said, handing her his slip.

“Twenty on underpants with the number 3 cane. So if we add the appropriate escalation, what punishment should I inflict on you?”

“How about 35 on underpants, miss?”

“That’s off by quite a bit.” She was using the same system as we had at Chatterley, and the screen said 80 on underpants, 50 on bare, 40 fully naked. She entered 35 on underpants and the computer spat out: 70 fully naked with number 3 cane. He went pale when she read this out.

“Strip, facing us, please.”

He complied. When he was down to his underpants, it was clear that he was sporting an involuntary erection. So was I, as a matter of fact. Now I’m not gay or anything … far from it … but the situation excited me tremendously: the confident, young, pretty woman ordering a boy slightly younger than myself to get naked … hot!

He was now hesitating, clearly hoping against hope that his boner would go down if he thought of loft insulation or Margaret Thatcher long enough. But no dice.

“Please carry on”, she urged him. There was nothing for it. He slid his pants down, and out sprang an impressive erection.

“Tut, tut”, she went. “I should explain for Mr Danvers’ benefit, that having an erection during punishment adds an additional escalation. Punishment is to be endured, not enjoyed. The student gets a choice, though: I will either add a minimum of 10% to his punishment, that is, in Dan’s case, 77 strokes in total. If his erection is gone then, that’s the end of the punishment. If it is not (and I get to judge this), we will continue until double his original number of strokes, 140 in his case. The alternative is he masturbates in front of us until ejaculation. That normally makes the erection go down, but in any event it will be much less enjoyable to be caned directly after orgasm.”

Dan’s face was a deep crimson at this point, but I could feel myself blushing, too. This was way more intense than I had expected. But Miss Lockwood continued:

“As you are already qualified on the no 3, I suggest that, instead of an escalation for his erection, you get to give him 30 strokes and I will take over after that. Assuming he agrees …?”. She looked at Colin, who nodded.

And so I got to cane my first boy. I did not enjoy it as much as caning a girl, but being watched (and judged) by Miss Lockwood added spice.

“Not bad, but I’ll give you a few tips”, she commented when I was done. “It’s a bit like playing tennis - raise your arm, and don’t aim for his bottom, aim for the wall on the other side of his bottom. Like this.”

And she pulled her cane ‘through’ him, I cannot really express it any better. Even though I was probably considerably stronger physically, this produced a much greater reaction from Dan and a clearer line on his bottom. While he had remained silent when I was caning him, he was now crying out at each stroke and was practically crying continuously after ten of her strokes.

Again, when it was over he left, clutching his clothes, to get dressed in the waiting room. His erection had, unsurprisingly, disappeared.

“Ok, that was that”, she rubbed her hands, “leaving plenty of time for your training. If you can use the no 3 cane, you can pretty much use all of them, so we’ll concentrate on the whip today …”

The rest of the day was instructive, interesting, useful but also exhausting. It took me ages to learn to “crack” the whip properly, and once I had managed it on one kind of whip it was quite different for a different kind. There were a number of mannequins, male and female, to practise on, and Miss Lockwood, whom I was now allowed to call Sue, really took me to task. St Cuthbert’s had the same equipment as Chatterley’s, so I got instant feedback on a computer screen on whether I had hit too hard (red), not hard enough (blue) or just right (green).

By the end of the day, I was able to pass on three out of four different whips - just the heaviest, the bull whip, I failed on. I kept hitting too hard with it, and making it crack (also required to pass) was almost impossible. But still, as Sue said, three out of four is not bad.

“How much time has been set aside for the ceremony on Wednesday?”, I asked as she was showing me to one of the guest rooms.

“It will start at 4pm and should be over by 6pm”, she answered. “But it could take longer. We are punishing three girls, after all.”

“No boys?”

“No. We rarely punish our boys in public. Serious cases are sent to Chatterley or St Claire’s to be punished in front of the young ladies. It’s a good system.”

We had now reached an oak door in what was plainly a part of the school reserved to staff - thick carpets, oil paintings on the walls, all in all very plush. She opened the door.

“Make sure you get plenty of sleep - another tough day tomorrow. We’ll get started on the paddle!”

The guest room was much superior to my room, if you can call it that, at Chatterley. It was more like a five-star hotel than a room in a school. I slept very well indeed, and enjoyed the ensuite facilities (which included a Jacuzzi!).

The paddle proved to be rather easier to apply than the whip, and so, after I had passed on the three grades of paddle that the school used, I had another go on the bullwhip. Again, no joy. We then worked out way through a number of different canes, and I passed on all of them.

“Wow, you are almost fully qualified. I doubt the bull whip is used much at Chatterley, so you should be good to go! We’ll have another try with it tomorrow, but mainly you can help me prep the stage and so on. We also need to discuss who does what. Our headmaster, Dr Gove, is going to be Emcee of sorts - he will introduce the girls, say what they have done and what punishments they will get. He often includes a little bit of audience participation, too - like boys being allowed to administer a few strokes, or to come up to the stage to have a closer look. The aim is to humiliate the hell out of the girls. He sometimes ad libs it, but he’s promised me a rough plan for tomorrow, so we should not be taken by surprise by anything.

That evening, I had dinner at the High Table of St Cuthbert’s and met Dr Gove. He treated me somewhat patronisingly, but on the whole he was kind enough to me. The food was GREAT! Again, more like Michelin star than school refectory.

Dr Gove was talking to Sue now. “So he’s qualified on all but the bull? Impressive. And on all body parts?”

I could not hear her reply over everybody else talking. I had been using the cane on the mannequins’ bottoms, and the whip on their backs … what other body parts could he be talking about?

I found out the next day, when there was a knock on my door as I had just got dressed and one of the boys handed me an envelope. This contained the plan that Dr Gove had compiled for the evening’s ceremony. I still have it and therefore simply reproduce it here:

11 June 1986

St Cuthbert’s School for Young Gentlemen

Introduction

Our school belongs to a network of three schools, two of which, St Claire’s and Chatterley Hall are schools for young ladies. All three schools have in common a strict disciplinary regime and assist each other with carrying out public corporal punishment in particularly egregious cases. Three such cases have been referred to our school from Chatterley by a duly convened Disciplinary Panel. The convention on these occasions is that the Disciplinary Panel hands down a sentence for each student in terms of number of cane/paddle strokes and whiplashes to be administered. It is up to me as Headmaster to decide the manner in which these are to be administered and on what body parts.

The Students

Emily Culwether (16)

False accusation of sexual misconduct against a member of staff.

Sentence:

10 paddle strokes
40 cane strokes
60 whip lashes

Anna Shylock (15)

Giving false or misleading testimony

Sentence:

20 cane strokes
20 whip lashes

Nicole Bielefeld (14)

Sustained poor academic performance and poor behaviour aggravated by misleading and being disrespectful to a new member of staff

Sentence:

Whiplashes, cane strokes and paddle whacks in proportions to be determined on the day, 150 in total.

NB: This student has already been severely punished on her buttocks. These should therefore not be punished too severely.

The student is of German extraction and therefore used to harsh discipline.

The programme

4pm

Welcome (Dr Gove)

4:05

Introducing the new Discipline Officer at Chatterley Hall, Mr Danvers

4:10

Selection of helpers from the Upper Sixth.

4:15

National Anthem

4:20

Miss Shylock’s punishment

Miss Shylock will be given 20 cane strokes (No 5) on her underpants (skirt lifted) by Miss Lockwood.

She will then remove her blouse and bra facing the audience. Her hands will be secured above her head and she will be given 20 lashes with the no 2 whip on her back by Mr Danvers.

5:00

The School Orchestra will perform Elgar’s Enigma Variation No. 2

5:10

Miss Bielefeld’s punishment

The student will select members of the audience who will have the task of undressing her one item of clothing per person and at a time.

She will then present her buttocks to the auditorium so that existing bruising can be inspected. Based on this, the audience will debate the choice between the following three options and, after the debate, decide by show of hands:

Option 1

50 paddle whacks on buttocks
10 cane strokes with the number 1 cane on palms
10 cane strokes with the number 2 cane on soles
10 cane strokes with the number 2 cane on thighs
70 whiplashes on back (bullwhip)

Option 2

10 paddle whacks on buttocks
10 cane strokes with the number 1 cane on buttocks
10 cane strokes (no 1) each on palms, soles and thighs
60 whiplashes on back (no 3)
60 whiplashes on breasts (no 1)

Option 3

50 whiplashes (no 3) on back
50 whiplashes (no 2) on breasts
50 whiplashes (no 1) on sex

NB: The most persuasive speech in favour of the ultimately successful option wins the right to administer one half of each punishment. This will be judged by Dr Gove, Miss Lockwood and Mr Danvers.

The other half of each punishment to be administered by Mr Danvers or Miss Lockwood.

6pm

The School Orchestra will play ‘Land of Hope and Glory’ as the next student is led onto the stage.

6:10

Miss Culwether’s punishment

The student will undress as soon as the music has stopped, facing the auditorium.

She will then select a volunteer to administer the first half of:

10 paddle strokes on buttocks

She will then select a volunteer to administer the first half of:

40 cane strokes (no 4) on buttocks
She will then select a volunteer to administer the first half of

30 whiplashes (no 2) on her breasts

She will then select a volunteer to administer the first half of

30 whiplashes (no 2) on her sex

The other half of each of these will be administered by Miss Lockwood or Mr Danvers, with Miss Lockwood making the start.

7pm End

All three students will remain restrained and partially or wholly unclothed for another 30 mins, during which time audience members are invited to inspect them in detail. They are not, however, allowed to touch them.

Signed Dr Philip Gove

They clearly did things differently at St Cuthbert’s No half measures! I was looking forward to the evening ….

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