The headmistress' voice was still calm, steady. She was pointing to a strange contraption at the other end of the room. It was what appeared to be a double stockade, looking much like the ones she'd seen in picture books about early New England. However instead of having just one hole for the head there were two, obviously meant for the arms. Below there were two more holes for the legs. On either side of the tall piece of wood were braces to keep it in place.
'Off with your panties, Allison.'
'What?'
'I said take off your panties or I'll beat them off.'
There was that tremor of authority in her voice that made Erika's threat credible. Shoving her fingers under the elastic waistband Allison did as she was told, not believing this was really happening. It was so dream-like, so unreal. Even as she stood there dressed now only in her bra, her panties dangling from her fingers she couldn't believe this was happening.
'Now, here.'
With that Erika raised one panel of the board and shoved the teen's arms against the semi-circular depression. The board slammed down, locking into place.
The girl stared with wide, horrified eyes at the headmistress. She was in shock, pulling and tugging at her arms desperately. She felt herself teetering on the edge of panic.
'Oh it's true, it's true!' she cried.
'What's true, dear?' Erika asked, smiling as she knew what was going through the girl's mind. Yes, it was true, all of it, and it was all going to happen to Allison.
CHAPTER TWO
Erika moved under the device, taking the girl's legs and pushing them through the two bottom holes. In a moment the girl's legs were pinned in that stock, her body hanging there helpless.
'Now, do you feel sorry, truly sorry for what you've done?'
'Oh, ohhhhh!'
The full force of her panic hit her like a freight train. Allison didn't hear the question, couldn't understand what the headmistress was saying. All she did was scream and pull at the stock, her violent thrashing making the wooden device shudder and creak.
'You can scream all you want,' Erika said, wearing a bored expression on her face as she watched the helpless girl thrash as best she could.
Finally Allison stopped, her wails dying off into helpless sobs of terror. Long wet streaks appeared on her cheeks and throat while she gasped for air to feed her writhing body.
'No one's going to hear you,' Erika said calmly. 'I told you that earlier. And you saw it for yourself. Nothing's around here. There are no classrooms, no offices, nothing with a human around. This is our punishment chamber, some place where we take girls like you and turn them into… uhhhh… into model students.' Erika smiled at the expression she'd just used.
'Model students?' Allison cried back, feeling the splinters biting into her wrists and ankles. Her ass was hanging out, dangling dangerously from one side of the braced stocks. She felt so vulnerable, so horribly open to any kind of mistreatment.
'Yes, dear, you'd be surprised at how same of the girls come in here. Now they're fine, models for the other girls to emulate. Perhaps you'll be like them some day,' Erika said, her voice taking on a slightly mocking edge.
'But, I didn't do anything!' Allison cried out again.
'That, my dear, is a matter of opinion,' Erika countered.
Allison was having trouble catching her breath! This was completely uncalled for, unreal! Never, never in her life could she have guessed she would wind up like this, held helpless in a torture device while some wild woman undressed in front of her.
'You're going to respect authority, Allison, authority in all forms. We're not here to break your spirit,' she said, reaching back and unbuttoning her dress, 'only to tame it.'
Allison watched with rounded eyes as the tall blonde slipped off her dress. Unlike Allison the woman wore no bra and panties. Her firm tits were large, with long red nipples that seemed to grow darker as the seconds ticked by. There was an abundant growth of blonde, curly pussy hairs covering her cuntal mound. There were no signs of age, no purple marks, no stretch lines that so often marred the bodies of older women. Erika looked like a young woman with firm elastic flesh and attractive lines.
Moving to one wall she took a pair of high, black leather boots and slipped them slowly over her legs. It was obvious she enjoyed feeling the cool leather against her flesh. She stopped at times, pressing the material against her skin, then turned her head and glanced at the helpless girl.
Allison groaned, her heart racing, her mind in confusion. How was she to deal with this? It was like some awful dream come true. She had heard about men and, women who were into this sort of thing, but these were the things dirty jokes were made of. Besides, Allison thought it was more fun to listen to stories about guys and how they were built, and about how some of the girls let their boyfriends touch them in certain spots.
How she wished she had had the courage to let Billy or Jack touch her there whenever they took her out. But her mother's high moral standards had always won out. There in the back seat of some car she saw her mother's disapproving face floating in front of her. It always made the girl cringe, push away her date, and ask to be taken home.
Her mother had suspected Allison was getting too curious about sex. Perhaps that was the reason she had sent her to the girls' school. She wanted to keep her daughter away from men and their bad influences until she was old enough to deal with them. Oh, if only her mother could see her now – trussed up, stripped naked, and forced to watch the headmistress put on leather boots!
'Now, we start.'
The words made Allison faint with terror. She watched as Erika moved into position in front of her.
'Oh no, no!'
'You're going to enjoy this in the end,' Erika said, smiling at her own joke.
Allison watched with growing fascination as the tall blonde grabbed the keg and dragged it over to the stocks. There was something inside the wooden barrel because Allison could hear something sloshing against the sides. She could also see there was also a long hose at the other end of the keg that had a steel-tipped nozzle. Dear God, it looked like an enema tube! What was the headmistress going to do with that thing?
'Oh please, please don't hurt me!'
Erika stopped for a moment, having positioned the keg in front of the terrified girl. She smoothed her hands down over Allison's bare sides, relishing the feel of the girl's flesh against her fingertips.
'Have you ever wondered about how closely pleasure and pain are related, Allison?'
The girl squeezed her eyes shut, her mind whirling around crazily at that question. What was she saying? What was she trying to ask? What about pleasure and pain? Her heart thumped.
'No, I suppose you haven't,' Erika said, again smiling at her. 'It's true, my dear, although you and the little twit here at the manor haven't thought much about it. Of course, you're too young to have experienced much. I, on the other hand…' Erika paused, a smile crossing her lips once more. 'But then again, my past isn't of any interest to you. Your future is something far more important at the moment.'
Allison writhed helplessly in her bonds, feeling her head spinning crazily. Oh God, God, what had she gotten herself into?
'You're going to balance your life in my school. Consider this the first lesson, dear.'
Erika bent down, grasped the rubber hose and held it up to the girl's face. Allison could smell something alcoholic wafting up her nostrils. She jerked her head back, wrinkling up her nose in disgust. She had never particularly liked the taste of liquor or its smell. It was something to be avoided, or so said her prudish mother.
'Ah, you don't like liquor. Good, there's some hope for you yet. Only this time I'm going to give you some
