Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls – Chapter One

 

 

Imagine a place in the universe, almost the same as here, almost. With one wonderful difference. Spanking!

Spanking is a world wide practice in this world, to keep naughty women in line. The judicial system everywhere is pretty much the same as our world, but, at the first offence, to avoid a criminal record, a woman of any age, is offered the chance to attend a special school. A school where corporal punishment in all its guises, is used at the discretion of the School Head, and staff, for as long as their ‘sentence’ is in force.

Quite simply, they have to agree to having their bottoms disciplined.

One such school is Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. I am the Headmaster. My name is Mr Jones, Mr Asa Jones. I have been here for five years, things are going well, but it is time for a change.  However, before I tell you of the change, let me show you how it is now.

After applying for my school to be a ‘Correctional School’ things grew slowly. At first I mixed the girls on remand with the ‘normal’ girls who found it rather good fun to get these girls into trouble on purpose. This was unacceptable to me, so I took the brave step, just over four and a half years ago, to accept only the girls sent to me by the courts.

I had much to learn. My reputation of being a strict disciplinarian had got me the job, and it stood me in good stead. But the importance of subtle things, like putting a girl back in school uniform, and how it had a profound effect on a naughty young woman. Was something to be learned through experience and guidance. The Board armed me with guide notes and equipment.

We had annual checks. It was tough, but but I stuck at it. But after three years I gained my first ‘Excellent’ rating.

All the teachers in my school were female, and all had their own cane. Discipline ruled. Delinquents came in, and young ladies went out. Only when deemed fit, and after approval by the ‘Board of Remand Schools’.

I ran the school financially and was pretty much like Headmasters of any typical school. However, I kept myself aloof, a figure to be scared of, a man to respect. If you came to my office, you left with a sore bottom.

One girl from those early years, always comes to mind readily, when thinking of a punished bare bottom. Her name was Kate.

I devised something I called the ‘mirror of shame’, the idea being that if a girl saw herself being punished and stood in corner time before it, it would add humiliation to her spanking. Especially as I had many visitors, from the post man, to my secretary, to the town mayor. All sorts of people. If a girl was stood before the mirror, they would stay throughout my meeting.

But, through Kate I saw that some girls saw a spell at my school as something to enjoy. The plan never took in to account the fact that some girls were natural submissives, who needed a spanking and more. Kate was one, and they were my favourite naughty girls, they would return time and time again.

After her first spanking, which you can see here, her entrances into my office annex, slowly became bolder.

Her uniform was often worn provocatively, and this was her most common reason for being sent to me. Each time I punished her, I told her to get it corrected. To be honest, she was a joy to spank!

 

I had an array of apparatus as you will see over the next few sequences. But all ended up with a session before the mirror. I remember on this particular instance that the postman came in, and left with his face redder than her bottom! The poor young man, I could tell he wanted to stare, but politely, he  just glanced.

And so it went on, both submissive and non-submissive girls came in a steady stream, day after delicious spanking day.

Here are some more examples, to show some of the spanking and flogging apparatus I have at my disposal.

This one is a small rocking chair I get a  girl to kneel on. Not easy, but brilliant. Once you get into a good rhythm you whack!….they rock forward, usually squealing, then at their full backward rock… THWACK! You can send them forward squealing again! I like to use this when I demonstrate my skill to new staff. It shows me at my flogging best, especially if I do a flourish with the cane in between!

The last couple of shot shows a blubbering girl gently rocking to a standstill. Very satisfying.

I had a padded spanking bench, which meant the bottom was low, yet almost horizontal. Similar to the judicial method of old, this enabled a great swing from well back, to swish down not the buttocks, rather than a sideways swipe. My word! I made some girls scream on this!

Anyway, I could tell you about my vast array of equipment all day! But that is not really why we are here.

As my popularity with the Board of Education grew, so did the number of girls coming from court. Eventually we became an ‘Academy of Correction’, which in real terms meant that all the girls were naughty girls sent from the courts. Slowly our area of induction grew, so that we served the North of the County.

My staff were excellent in both teaching and discipline, but the need for discipline was steadily growing as the type of girl we ‘housed’ became all of the type mentioned above. I started to get the first rumblings of dissatisfaction from them. 

My first action was to take charge of induction. This meant that a girl would come straight from court in her civilian clothes, and depending upon what level of correction she needed, she got a suitable uniform, and her first punishment. It was a proviso of the courts that on arrival a girl was punished on admission.

So in they came, some nervous, worried and shy, others full of bravado. They ranged from a timid girl who had strayed, and needed a few terms of harsh discipline, to the brat. Girls who needed a sound flogging on the bare buttocks, regularly, and of increasing intensity, until they behaved themselves. 

Let me introduce you to a timid girl first of all, and show you how things proceeded.

This is Molly. She is still here and from time to time needs a plimsol or cane across her cheeks, but all in all, by our standards, she is quite a good girl!

She arrived like most timid girls, quite well dressed and I was struck by her very modern hairstyle. All girls have a ‘mug shot’ for our files.

The first thing I would do, would be to give them a reprimand and tell them in no uncertain manner, what to expect. Then, much to their surprise I would make them strip naked, placing their old civilian clothes into a bag, which was duly sealed  and labelled.

I would point out that I knew exactly why they are here, and would make them describe their actions before a cross. Religious or not, confession before this Christian Icon has a profound effect on their mind.

As I tidied away their clothes I would pass whichever style uniform was allotted, and tell them to put it on.

Most would look quite happy about it, strangely enough, although some objected. I think that having the pressures of the modern social media controlled world taken away, and thrust into the 1950’s so to speak, was quite comforting, and to many, very exciting.

We all had to attend a psychology course about the makeup of the young woman’s mind, and it proved very useful. I knew now that the telling off and transformation for most would be quite sexually exciting. So I would leave them alone for ten minutes, to consider things. And they knew that on my return they would be spanked. Very often, in fact, almost every time, they masturbated in my absence.

They knew I understood, and on my return their glistening pussies, damp knickers and smell of love juice would make them blush.

I would usually get straight into their punishment then.

It was difficult to estimate how much a girl would struggle and kick, so for the first time I nearly always put them on the piano stool, bottom high, palms on floor. If they tried to protect themselves they would fall over.

Not only that, it is a very revealing and humiliating introduction to the world of Corporal Punishment.

After their first punishment it was a tradition that they remained on show or in ‘corner time’. Usually as a class of girls they had never met, came in giggling and saying various comments.

So long as they were not too vociferous, I allowed almost anything. The humiliation did the new girl the world of good!

So for now, we will leave her blushing, in face and bottom, before the cat-calling giggling tormentors. And move on to Chapter Two…