Scotlands Alcatraz

Chapter 6. School work

Rosalind didn't sleep well that night either. Six a.m. she decided to take a shower. At this early hour there wouldn't be many others up and about. She just started the water when Patti and Pete came in just having come off duty. "Hi Ros," Patti and Pete called almost simultaneously. "We saw you had a painful session," Patti went on, much to Rosalind's embarrassment, "But don't worry, you're not the first and I'm sure you won't be the last. He's flogged several of the staff here while they were setting up this place and as yet he has never done it to anyone twice." Pete and Patti positioned themselves under one showerhead and proceeded to wash each other. Rosalind hurriedly finished and slipped back to her room.

She decided to miss breakfast and finish marking the assessment papers from last night. It didn't take long. Only Denny had completed the work and there was only one question where his answer didn't agree with hers. She wondered if by marking it wrong, he would prove his answer more correct than hers. Nevertheless she did mark it wrong. Only Maureen got more than fifty percent and Jan hardly had one question completed but she knew Jan's mind would have been more on her backside and the boy linked to her than on the work. She'd have her work cut out teaching this lot especially if they again started to abuse her and she couldn't stop it. She had a sort of plan.

"Good morning class." The response was little more than a few mutterings. "When I say 'Good morning' to you, I expect a proper reply," she snapped. "Good morning class." The response was a little better but not to her liking. Picking up the tawse that now lay prominently on the top of her desk, she brought it down on the woodwork with a loud crash. She had their attention.

"Yesterday because of your behaviour I had to suffer like Janette did at the hands or rather the cane of the headmaster." Rosalind turned, lifted her skirt and showed them her striped arse. "I don't intend to let that happen again, at least not without many of your backsides being in the same condition. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Miss."

"Well a few of you must have heard. Did I make myself clear to each and everyone of you?" This time there was a louder response, "Yes, Miss."

"Good. Now we'll start again. "Good morning class."

"Good morning, Miss." The class sang the response like junior school pupils.

"That's a little better. Maths this morning. From your assessment papers I noticed most of you could not do even simple multiplication and division if the numbers were bigger than the number of fingers you have, so that's what we will do this morning." Half subdued groans reached her ears. "Yes, I know you're not keen on it but unless there is a real effort and a high percentage of right answers, some bottoms will feel the tawse. Make no mistake about that. I've already arranged for security to be on hand and you know what happens if I need their help; you get double." Rosalind tried to sound sharp and forceful. Every step she took, every movement of her body painfully reminded her of the need for her to keep in control of these delinquents.

For the next few minutes she explained the multiplication of simple decimal numbers. Her class sat looking bored so she wasn't sure if she had got even got partway through to them. "Get your exercise books out and do these." Rosalind wrote the sums on the white board. When she turned round she noticed Denny with his book closed. "You can do them too Denny. You're part of this class."

"I have Miss." He showed her his book with the correct answers written down. "They are only simple mental arithmetic sums."

"Maybe for you," Ros thought, "I had to work the first ones out the hard way but did the rest with a calculator and these kids aren't allowed them at the moment." She turned her attention to the others. One or two were making painfully slow progress. "How could I have put it clearer?" she asked herself. Whispering from the front pair of desks where the twins sat caught her attention. "How unlike twins they are," she reminisced, "But everyone seems to refer to them that way now." "Stop talking at the front! Denny, you are not to do her work for her." Her voice cut across the room.

"Sorry Miss but Mr. Cousins said I was to help with her education. I'm only showing her how to do the first one Miss," Denny answered quietly.

Rosalind left them alone but noticed shortly afterwards Denny moved a little away from his partner and sat with arms folded. Jan continued to write. Five minutes later she put her pen down, winced as she eased her backside off the seat to relieve the soreness and smiled."

"If you've got them all right you can borrow my cushion Jan." The others looked up in surprise at the teacher's statement. Most had barely completed two of the five questions. Ros checked Jan's work, noticing it was done slightly differently to the way she'd shown them, and then tossed Jan her cushion. She waited a little longer and went and marked the others. Maureen, the best had four right, some had none.

"Denny would you mind coming to the front and explaining how to do these sums?"

Denny gave her a startled, frightened look. "I don't think I could do…" he stuttered.

Seeing this Ros changed her tactics. "Okay, Jan can come out and do them the way you showed her and you can tell her where she is going wrong."

"Miss…" Jan pleaded.

"Do it or I take my cushion back." The pair walked to the board and Jan began writing. "Tell the class what you are doing, Jan please." Jan's halting explanation was interrupted by, "Class stand," as the head entered the room.

"Carry on please Janette," the head ordered, "I'm just going to sit in on the lesson for a few minutes. Perhaps you would care to enlighten me too."

Jan started her explanation again and worked on the sum for a few minutes and then came to a standstill. "Denny I'm sorry, I've forgotten why I had to move that decimal point." Denny explained why and slowly became more involved in the working and the head noticed the two were interacting with each other. One playing off the other but getting the point across. The rest of the class appeared more interested than they were earlier. Fifteen minutes later he quietly left. Ros, more confidant of her control now, carried on with the lesson till the morning break without further incident.

Her confidence was knocked during the next lesson, Humanities. Each time she turned her back to the class to write on the board, Taffy who had already become known as the class joker, put his hands to his ears or nose to mock Ros. Not all the class could stifle their tittering. Taffy was very quick and by the time Ros turned he'd resumed his normal innocent looking pose. Four times Ros tried to catch who was causing the disturbance but could only narrow the culprit down to one of four desks. "Try and answer the question on the board," she instructed and when they all had their heads down phoned the control room. Without her asking they knew what she required. They had watched the antics with some amusement.

"Boy, third row from the left, second row back, Ros. Making fun of you with his hands."

"I shall have to use that tawse now," she told herself, "Otherwise they'll walk all over me. Be my first time. Wonder where security is? May need back-up." Slowly she walked to the door. Two of them were nearby. Control had briefed them. Ros just had to nod.

Her class was unusually quiet. They knew something was up and although their heads were facing their books, their eyes were keeping track of Ros's movements. Ros circled the room and came behind the miscreant. Lightly she tapped his shoulder and in a very low voice said, "Lay yourself across my desk Taffy, if you please. I have a leather hand I want to play behind your back."

"I didn't mean anything by it Miss," Taffy protested, "Just a bit of fun Miss."

"I quite agree Taffy. Now I want to have my bit of fun too. Move it boy!" The last words were much louder and forceful. For a moment or two it looked as if Taffy was going to refuse but he quickly noticed the screws at the door and decided Ros wouldn't hit as hard as they would." Ros fastened his wrists to the leg and unzipped the back of his shift. "Legs further apart," she ordered. Turning to the rest of the group she went on, "I told you all earlier that I wasn't going to put up with any nonsense and I showed you why. The head is watching me as much as you, that's why I am going to have to make very sure you all know the consequences. Sorry Taffy, my bottom is sore and soon will yours be too."

"He's got a hard-on Miss," Sally in the front row murmured.

"Well Sally, we'll just have to see if this stimulates it further. If he still has it at lunchtime, then you may try and relieve the tension there a little." Ros swung the tawse in a wide arc and brought it crashing down on the defenceless arse, leaving a wide red band across it. "Perhaps that was a bit hard." Ros used a little less force on the remaining five strokes but even so Taffy found them very painful. He didn't cry but he did walk with mincing steps to his desk and sat down very carefully. He erection had gone down.

Finally the bell went signalling the end of the morning session, Ros called Denny over. "I hear you're an expert in massaging salve into sore bottoms," she said, ""Would you mind doing mine before lunch?"

"He's got mine to do first, Miss," Jan stated.

"He can do both of us, Jan, I've a whole tube, or nearly a whole tube, in my room and you can use my loo too. There's no CCTV in my room either so we won't be spied on."

Denny elected to do Miss Parsons' first so he could spend the remaining time with Jan. She removed her skirt and lay over the end of the bed and unashamedly opened her legs in case the lad felt like massaging her there too. "She only had half what I did," commented Jan.

"Yes, but it looks as if she was punished other ways," observed Denny as he pointed to her red inflamed arsehole. Ros winced a little at first but soon the pain eased and she was disappointed when Denny called a halt." It had made her horny but she knew Jan would be annoyed if she ordered Denny to fuck her and Denny might even be embarrassed if she asked. She didn't want to antagonise her class any more than she had to.

"Look Miss, you've given him a hard-on too. Just like you did Taffy." Much to Denny's embarrassment, Jan lifted the front of his shift to show the teacher.

"It's all yours, Jan. Use it if there is time. I shan't stop you, in fact I shall enjoy watching."

After ten minutes of massage Denny's cock was painfully erect and Jan was very horny. "You really won't mind if we do it Miss?" Jan asked.

"Get on with it the pair of you. The way you're lying across the bed he shouldn't hurt your bum too much." To encourage him further, Ros opened the front of his shift and aimed his cock at the awaiting cunt. "Go on Denny, do her properly, can't you see she needs it?" Once his cock was inside her, instinct took over and no further persuasion was required. To one side he noticed his teacher was using her fingers to pleasure herself but he ignored it. Jan watched too, fascinated by what the older woman was doing and the fact she was doing it in front of her. With the combined stimulations, she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. She orgasmed but Denny continued to pump into her at a steady pace until and he finally shot his load. They had just five minutes to clean themselves ready for lunch.

"You look like the cat that's got the cake," Maureen remarked as they sat the table with her and some members of staff. "You two been at it again? Didn't you get enough last night?" she teased.

"My arse paid the price for what I'm getting and being twinned isn't all honey you know," Jan laughed her reply.

"You did well this morning," the Head commented as Ros passed his table, "Perhaps a little more treatment like last night, might make you even better."