High Heath Academy Book 1

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In a near-future society that has decided to discipline its young citizens rather more severely than at present, the High Heath Academy is a respected institution. However, on one particular weekend the headmaster arrives back to find that there has been trouble. That can mean only one thing for the female tutors and their female charges. They are all in for it! The headmaster must re-establish his authority and bottom after bottom is bared to face his wrath!

High Heath Academy Book 1
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High Heath Academy Book 1

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Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 70,000
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Corina’s head dropped. Damn! She had been stupid, now she was in for it, she should know better by now. But she had been carried away by what she had been allowed to do to Isabella.
“Yes, Sir, I’m very sorry, Sir.”
“Yes you will be, Corina. Please kneel up on the punishment bench.”
The punishment bench was a simple affair of two steps and two upright poles at the back. The girl knelt on the first step and took hold of the two poles. This brought her back straight and caused her backside to bulge out in a very inviting manner. The Headmaster lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees and picked a thick strop out of the cabinet.
“The usual rules apply, Corina.” This meant she was to count the strokes and to thank him after every blow.
“Yes, Sir, how many?”
“Hmm…Let’s see how we get on shall we?”
There was nothing she could say to that except, “Yes, Sir.”
He really laid them on hard and after just four Corina felt as if her bum was on fire, by six she was sweating and beginning to wave her arse around and her hands were hurting where she was gripping the poles so hard. At eight she broke and the tears began and after each stroke she begged for no more.
“Nine! Please Sir no more, please. Ten! Thank you Sir, please stop it hurts so much, please. Eleven! Thank you! Please, please stop.”
He lashed in one more on the underhang of her buttocks and looked down at the sobbing girl’s bum. He ran his hand over the superheated flesh complaining to himself that that was the problem with girls like Corina, whose skin was so dark you could hardly tell she had been punished at all. Still she knew she had been punished, going by the weeping noises she was making, and that was the important part.
He stood her facing the wall, hands on head, skirt still tucked in and her full backside on show. He would leave her there for a good five minutes before allowing her to rub her burning buttocks.
He called up her file. She was twenty-one and the father of her son had disappeared straight away and her parents had been of no use, all she had was a grandmother living on a state pension, so she had turned to prostitution to feed them. This had led to drugs and she was arrested trying to buy heroin on a sink estate in London.
As usual she was in court within a week, convicted and sentenced to five years in prison, or one year at Highheath. She chose High Heath because she would get back to her son sooner.

Once she was clean of drugs and given a psychological assessment she was despatched to High Heath to begin her sentence. Her assessment said that she was fiercely independent and could become aggressive.
This had been borne out by her first month there. She had had to be restrained at the initial examination, all wards were stripped and all orifices thoroughly examined. Then she refused to wear the uniform until it had been demonstrated to her what happened to wards who refused to follow orders.
In the first week she had had to be held while being punished, which happened about twice a day. On the third day she had had to be dragged bodily to his office where he paddled and strapped her until she became more co-operative, counting the strokes and thanking him afterwards. After that marathon session it was noted that she became sullen and withdrawn, now he realised that it was she was probably missing her son. He had her back and gave her an old fashioned over the knee spanking and paddling and lectured her on what the academy expected of her and her attitude improved.
It appeared that she realised that she had to become more submissive to survive her time here and since then had avoided any serious punishments, except of course the mass caning.

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