Sarah Porter's Schooldays

Chapter 25. In which Sarah displeases her handler

Sarah stood in darkness. Her nose bumped the rough surface of the wall in front of her for what was the fourth or fifth time. She immediately leaned backwards, feeling a rough jerk as the padlock pulled her collar tight against her neck. She had only a few inches of movement and the exhausting detention had taken its toll. She was struggling to remain at attention, the darkness having removed all points of reference.

The padlock was the only thing keeping her upright at times. Her knees had buckled some minutes ago and the sharp tug as the padlock wrenched her stiff metal collar had woken her up and provided her with the motivation she had needed. Standing at attention was now an integral part of her day. It actually felt natural to young girl, something that surprised her as it was something she had only learnt in the last three days.

Once she had locked herself to the ring bolted to the wall, the darkness had fallen upon her. She was now trapped in the tiny room, awaiting the arrival of her handler. She could easily touch the walls to her sides, in fact she could touch them with her elbows if she dared. She could not, however, reach the door behind her. The darkness would persist until she was collected.

The only sound in the room was from her breathing. She had calmed down greatly since she locking herself in, her breathing slowing and becoming deeper and more regular as the darkness enveloped her. She could still feel the beat of her heart, feel the throb in her body as the blood was pumped through her veins. It was strange what you focused on when alone in the dark, the young girl mused.

She did not want to think about the recent detention. When she did her thoughts inevitably turned to Miss Harper. She knew her handler would be disappointed in her. She had behaved badly during her detention and the normal hour limit had been doubled. Because of this, her handler had not been able to collect her and she had been waiting in this tiny cell for what Sarah was sure was at least ten minutes. It was hard to keep track of time in the darkness but she felt certain it was at least that long.    

Her pussy still ached, the throbbing pain seated deep within her. The detention had once again focused on her sex, the more to emphasise the root of her poor behaviour - the intense level of influence her cunt had on her thinking and attitude. Through the pain, and constant harassment supplied by the headmistress, she had learnt a great deal. She knew she was a better slut for the last two hours. That simple realisation let her know just how far she had come in the last three days.

She was a slut and she was being trained in this most special of schools, to be the best slut possible. She had learned that her life belonged to another. Her flesh, her speech, even her bodily functions were no longer hers to control. It had cost her much but she had come to accept these facts of life. What she had still not come to terms with was how the body of a slut behaved.

Sarah felt her face and neck grow hot and, despite the darkness, she knew her face had flushed a deep scarlet. She had thought of the way her body had responded to the attentions of the headmistress. She thought of how even the most cursory of touches by her biology teacher, Miss Rice, had caused her pussy to moisten and her heart to race.

She had not been prepared for anything that had happened to her since walking through the imposing wooden doors of Harkwood Academy but the ease with which her body became aroused and the intensity with which it consumed her was something that she had so far failed to come to terms with. She still blushed furiously when her arousal became apparent. Even the act of being naked in front of others caused a strange wave of self-consciousness to wash over her. Sarah knew it was strange, especially as she had accepted her role as property, but she had no control over her emotions.

Sarah blinked furiously as the room filled with light. Yellow starbursts flashed in her vision as her eyes were dazzled by the sudden bright illumination. Before she knew what had happened she felt her skirt lifted and blows began to pound the bared flesh of her buttocks. Despite being caught entirely off-guard, Sarah tried to keep as still as she could.

Smack after smack impacted her naked flesh, alternating between each buttock. Sarah mewled softly with each strike, still bewildered by the suddenness of the attack. The force of the blows had caused her to stumble forward and she tried to step back but each new blow pushed her face back into the rough wall.

As sudden as the assault began, it ended with equal abruptness. Tears welled in the eyes of the young girl as the swift, silent punishment was a sure indication of the displeasure of her handler. Her head was yanked back painfully by her ponytail and she was stuck facing the ceiling, the bright white light blinding her. Sarah closed her eyes to block out the harsh illumination.

"Eyes front bitch. Infraction for poor position," Miss Harper hissed, slapping Sarah's face with each word.

Sarah's eyes flickered open. She was forced to stare directly at the light, safely ensconced behind its small wire cage. She was blinded in moments but obediently kept her eyes open and focused forward. The sobbing schoolgirl blinked furiously, trying her best to reduce the painfully bright light.

"You fucking little bitch," snapped Miss Harper, wrenching Sarah's head from side to side. "So you are a problem case, huh? Inconveniencing me is not a smart move. It seems that Mrs Huffington Smythe was right about you. You require a special kind of training. Back to basics. Just my luck though, receiving the simpleton of the bunch. Everyone assumed that big-titted whore was the dumbest of the bunch. We all had a good laugh at Stacey over that. Well I can guarantee that I will not be laughed at. You hear me?"

"Yes mi-"

"Shut the fuck up spunk. I don't want to hear anymore bullshit from you," snarled the furious prefect. "You have interrupted my project work. That I will not allow. You make a single sound and you earn another infraction."

The padlock was unlocked and placed on the floor of the cell. While Sarah remained at attention, something else was attached the ring at the front of her collar.

"Follow," Miss Harper snapped, jerking the young girl's head around.

As Sarah spun to follow her handler, she saw what had been clipped to her collar. A thin, polished chain ran from her collar to a metal ring which had slipped around Harper’s left wrist like an oversized bracelet. A leash had been attached to her collar and her handler was leading her through the school corridors like a dog. Sarah kept her eyes forward as she walked, but she could see the leash flash as it swung with the movement of Miss Harper's arm.

Her face burned, her right cheek from the painful slapping her handler had subjected her to, but the rest of her face was crimson with shame. Solitary tears trickled down her red cheeks as they passed a pair of students. Sarah could see the two girls stop and stare before she passed them and they were lost to vision. She could still hear their whispered gasps, followed by their soft giggles. Sarah blinked the tears from her eyes, the humiliation burning like an almost physical pain inside her.

She was led through the foyer, through the study hall and into one of the small private study rooms. Miss Harpers books and exercise pads were strewn across the table. A sharp tug on the leash pulled her forward, around to the far side of the table.

"Kneel, spunk. Open," commanded Miss Harper.

Sarah sank quickly to her knees and obediently opened her mouth wide. She felt terrible, helpless in the face of her handler's anger. She had wanted so desperately to make her handler proud of her, to repay the responsibility that Miss Harper had accepted when she had been given Sarah as her charge. The young schoolgirl knew she was a disappointment, she knew actions spoke louder than words, especially for a slut, and her actions had let everyone down.

"Up," Miss Harper snapped, tugging on Sarah's leash. "Stop. Put your mouth on the edge of the desk. If you leave one mark on either surface that will be an infraction for each one."

Sarah had raised her ass almost six inches off her feet to enable her to reach the table edge. She closed her mouth around the polished wooden table and rested her lips firmly against each side. Harper leaned over the desk and picked up a pencil. She lifted it towards Sarah's face, bringing it down and tapping the surface of the table in front of her. "Lips here, spunk."

Sarah edged forward, inching her lips across the table until they made contact with the pencil. The edges of her mouth were pushed  painfully into the edge of the table. Immediately she could feel the saliva begin to pool around her lips. She had to keep a constant watch to make sure she did not rest her teeth against the polished wooden table, she could not afford any further infractions.

The strain of the unnatural position began to tell after only two minutes. The standard kneeling position called for her to rest her ass on her feet. To reach the table she had been forced to raise her body and a slow dull burn began in her thighs. The muscles in her belly tightened as she endeavoured to keep herself in the position desired by her handler.

Miss Harper had taken her seat in the middle of the table and had begun work on her school project. Sarah stared straight ahead and could only see her handler as a blurry form to one side. She had been positioned right at the very end of the table and could actually brush the thick wooden leg with her breasts.

Sarah contemplated the position she was in. She kneeled below the table, forced into a demeaning position and forgotten as if she were no more important than an extra, and unwanted, notebook. Her mind whirled through thoughts of the humiliating leash, which was still linked to her collar, and the degrading walk through the corridors, of being led like an animal. She thought of these things while another girl, only one year her senior, sat opposite, working on normal schoolwork - the type of schoolwork that normal girls did every day, the type of schoolwork she had once done.

Miss Harper tapped her pencil absently against the table as she thought about the problems in her textbook. Sarah's gaze was subconsciously attracted to the tapping pencil.

"Eyes front," snapped Miss Harper, the anger causing her words to burst hard and harsh from her mouth. Sarah's eyes moved obediently back to where they should be. "Infraction."

Sarah tensed the muscles in her arms, cursing her lack of discipline. She had absolutely no idea how many infractions she now had. Worse than that was that her handler now obviously hated her. She had been so desperate to make Miss Harper proud and she had managed the polar opposite. She had thought that her handler would be the perfect ally to keep her training on track and prevent her from earning too many more infractions or from having to return to room 17. All she could do was hope that she would have another chance to prove her worth.

"What interest could a stupid spunk like you possibly have in my work. I have a mathematical problem for you that I think it might just be possible for you to manage. If you had one cock and then added two more cocks, what would you have? I put it in terms that you could understand. Think about it and have an answer for me when I have finished my work. You spend far too much time idle but I have no time to waste on you right now."

Sarah felt the humiliation of the schoolgirl's words burn through her. She should not complain. She knew she had deserved the ire of the older girl. She knew she was not the smartest slut but the problem was terribly basic. One plus two was three, whether it was cocks or loaves of bread. But she knew also that she needed to relearn everything she thought she knew, but was this taking it too far?

Confident she had solved the basic problem Sarah concentrated on keeping her eyes forward and her teeth off the table. It was harder to do than she had first realised. Her handler provided a constant distraction as she intently worked on her maths project, mumbling to herself almost constantly. Sarah had to resist the urge to look at her or to try and follow her absentminded mumblings.

The pain in the young girl's thighs was becoming a real problem. She was exhausted from her long day and extended detention. This latest stress upon her already fatigued muscles was proving almost too much for her. Her eyes were filling with tears yet again. She blinked slowly, trying to clear her blurred vision. How could she still be crying, she thought morosely.  How could she possibly have any tears left inside her?

"Well do you have an answer for me?" Miss Harper asked casually.

Sarah nodded her head slightly, as much as her stressful position would allow.

"Kneel. Tell me."

"Thre-"

"Repeat the question. When a stupid slut is asked a question and replies outside the window of opportunity she repeats the question, just to be sure she isn't just blathering any old crap that popped into her empty head in the interim."

"Yes Miss, sorry Miss. If this slut had one cock and then two more cocks were added, what would this slut have? The answer is three cocks Miss," Sarah replied hopefully.

"Wrong, What would you have if you had one cock and then had two more? The answer you stupid spunk, is satisfaction."

Sarah could not see but she was sure there was a wide smile on her handler's face. She was never meant to answer correctly. The older girl was simply having fun at her expense. Even though it was a demeaning joke Sarah learned from it. Even with the most simple questions she should be thinking of an answer that a slut would give. Anything less and she was not being true to who she was.

"Let's get one thing straight right now shall we? You are a little bitch. A stupid little bitch. You are here to turn your worthless life around, to do something meaningful with your pitiful existence. Every one of your teachers is wise to your time-wasting and general slack attitude. No one here gives two shits about what you did before you enrolled here. This is a brilliant school with one of the best reputations in the world. You have been given an opportunity to learn things that every girl should learn but only a few have the chance. And what do you do? Hmmm. You fuck about, thinking only of yourself and how many times you can come. You are a slut, no one is doubting that, but you are far too interested in your own cunt. I hope that these detentions are making a difference."

Sarah was desperate to let Miss Harper know that they were, that she had learned so much in both detentions, that she would be a much better slut from now on. But she could not interrupt, she dared not make a sound and risk upsetting her handler even further.

"Your behaviour over these three short days has been nothing short of disgusting. It stops right now. I will not have this conversation with you again. Words are wasted on you. I know now the language that you will understand. Come around here. You were not told to stand you fucking stupid bitch. Crawl, sluts on their knees crawl when told to move. Left hand out."

Miss Harper picked up the long wooden ruler from the table and swivelled in the chair so she was facing the kneeling schoolgirl.

"Put your other hand on your cunt. Rub your clit. Do not stop. I understand where I went wrong with you. It was my fault to think that you sluts deserved to be treated with any kind of sensibility. It is not in you nature to understand such treatment."

The wooden ruler whistled down onto Sarah’s outstretched palm. Pain exploded in her hand and she mewled quietly. The fingers of her right hand did not stop moving, teasing and rubbing her hard clit through the smooth material of her tiny panties. Four more times the ruler rose and fell, striking the length of her hand, from the tips of her fingers to the base of her palm. After each strike she reflexively closed her palm but instantly opened it for further punishment.

"Switch hands," Miss Harper commanded.

Sarah’s right hand came up, palm opened, and her left hand fell to between her legs where it worked furiously across her clit. She was already secreting her cream, she could now tell within moments of it beginning. She had never fully recovered from the near orgasm she had been forced to endure while in room 17. Even the stinging pain in her hands could not keep her arousal at bay.

Sarah squealed and moaned pitifully as the thick wooden ruler slapped down across her right hand. Each time it landed the room was filled with a loud splat. In between strikes the squirming teen tried to remain silent but she knew that every now and then a soft moan of pleasure escaped her. How could she be so turned on during this punishment? Each time the ruler landed the wave of pleasure building between her legs faltered, only to regain its momentum and increase in strength as time went on.

"Switch hands."

Again the change was made, her still stinging red hand pleasuring herself as she offered the other up to further punishment.

"I want to hear your mantra after each stroke. It's not only your cunt that needs training. That little pea-sized brain of yours also has its part to play."

"My owner's cunt exists to serve," Sarah gasped as the ruler fell upon her left hand. This time she let her hand stay perfectly flat. Tears were rolling freely down her cheeks as she recited the all-important phrase as each blow landed.

"Switch hands."

Obediently Sarah changed hands again. Her left now stiff and it pained her to curl the fingers and begin rubbing her clit. She was nearing orgasm now. If she was forced to continue for much longer she may have no choice but to ask to come. She was tired and simply did not have the willpower or energy to keep herself under control. Five more swats of the ruler were applied to her right hand before Miss Harper placed it back upon the table. Sarah stayed on her knees beside Miss Harpers chair, her right hand out in front, her left continuing to play with her wet pussy. Her handler proceeded to pack up all her books and study materials, ignoring Sarah and her soft moans that were now almost constant.

"Attention," the older girl commanded. Sarah sprang to her feet, thankful that she was able to stop pleasuring herself. Her breathing was fast and shallow and her heart was beating a million miles an hour. She had been dangerously close to orgasm. Her entire body tingled with unsated desire. "Clean your mess then get back over here."

Sarah went around the table and surveyed the puddle of saliva that she had left on the surface of the polished wood. She bent at the waist and cleaned the table in three swift movements. She had quickly become adept at cleaning small amounts of liquid from all manner of surfaces and was constantly surprised by the things a slut needed to learn.

"Collect my books," directed her handler, wasting no time on unnecessary words.

Sarah leaned over the table and picked up the large stack of mathematics books, holding the heavy textbooks in front of her and obediently awaiting further direction.

"Oh, spunk. When a slut carries a package she does so by holding the item directly in front of her. The sluts elbows are tucked neatly into her body, they don't flap about as if she is trying to fly. The slut's forearms extend straight and support the object perfectly horizontally, you don’t slide them all over your tits. How is anyone supposed to get to them if you have them obstructed like that? You should know by now that a slut must always ensure there is easy access to her body. Hands up a little. Maintain and follow," her handler ordered before adding the small bag of pencils and the ruler on top of the stack of books.

Miss Harper grabbed her leash and pulled the startled schoolgirl out of the small study room and out into the halls. Sarah silently hoped that there were no girls out and about now. She had managed to catch a glimpse of the clock as she left the study hall. It was twenty past eight. She must have been kneeling against the table for 40 minutes. How had the time passed so quickly without her noticing? She had missed the hot water for the night shower and her classmates would all be preparing for bed at this time.

As she was led into the foyer, Sarah realised that she was not heading straight to her dorm. Her handler was leading her into a part of the school that she had previously only heard about. The leash grew taut as Sarah followed her handler up the stairs onto the first floor landing above the foyer. The books in her hand were becoming increasingly heavy with each step. The exhausted girl had to focus all her meagre energy on holding her posture as she moved up the steps, each high-heeled step place deliberately.

Miss Harper led her to the right and she could see what was clearly a dorm lounge at the end of the long corridor. As  they neared the open doorway she realised that it was the lounge for one of the other school houses and it bore no resemblance whatsoever to that of Trinity house. A number of comfortable looking couches created cosy little nooks around the room, the floor was covered in a plush magenta carpet and music was playing softly from a stereo in the corner. Two rooms could not be more different Sarah thought, comparing it with the stark, utilitarian lounge attached to Trinity house.

Three girls lounged on a couch in the far corner, dressed in cute pyjamas of pale blue, obvious school issue. Their conversation ended when Sarah and her handler entered the room. The anxious schoolgirl kept her eyes resolutely ahead, deeply conscious of the scrutiny she was under, deeply embarrassed to be seen this way. She dreaded what these girls thought of her and of why she was being led on a leash like an animal. The rest of the school was unaware of the training the students of Trinity house were receiving. The only students at the school who were aware of their status as property were the prefects, tasked with enforcing their training out of class hours.

"Put my books down on the far desk, then come straight back," Miss Harper ordered, breaking Sarah's reverie and causing her face to flush with the humiliation of being ordered around in front of the innocent girls. Before she had a chance to move her handler brought the metal ring at the end of the leash to her lips, causing the blushing teenager’s mouth to open obediently and accept the ring.

Why did she care so much what the other girls in the school thought of her? She was a slut being trained in one of the best schools in the world but she felt terribly self-conscious and small at the thought of girls her own age, girls who were living a normal life and enjoying a normal education, judging her. These girls should be receiving the same training she was, Sarah thought. Every girl should be. That truth was among the first things she had been taught. She was the lucky one, she thought. Then why did she not feel that way as she walked purposefully across the room, her leash bouncing against her breasts.

"Clarice?" questioned one of the bewildered girls on the couch.

"Hey Angie. I know, I know. This is spunk, my ward. Simply can't be trusted. Huffington Smythe reckons that most of the Trinnies will need to be leashed eventually. It always starts with the ones who have the lowest intelligence though," her handler answered the obvious, yet unspoken, question.

"Oh," responded the still clearly bewildered girl.

"Yeah just my luck to get the runt of the litter, in more ways than one."

"I wish we didn't have to have them here," the girl called Angie opined. "Is she dangerous?"

"Only to herself," quipped Clarice. "The Trinity bitches are here to receive the special training they wouldn't get anywhere else. It's the only way they can become useful members of society. You don't want to know what they get up to when you aren't looking. Anyway, catch you later, I have to escort her to her dorm."

Sarah cringed at her handler's words. Was that how she was being seen? As the slut with the lowest intelligence? The headmistress had made it quite clear during her detention that she held that it was the most likely reason for her high infraction count and her early detentions, but somehow it had not sunk in until now. Sarah returned to where her handler stood by the door, grateful that the heavy load of books was no longer burdening her but her morale was at its lowest ebb.

"When you return your leash to a superior you bend and offer it directly into the waiting hand," Miss Harper instructed. "See what I mean, she has to be told literally everything," Miss Harper added in mock exasperation.

Sarah bent at the waist until her mouth was an inch away from her handler's outstretched hand. She was sure that the girls on the lounge could glimpse her ass and the myriad stripes that covered it, stripes documenting her need for correction. She let go of the metal ring, relinquishing control of her leash back to her handler.

Without a word, Harper moved down the hall at a cracking pace. Sarah felt a harsh tug on her collar as the leash was pulled tight causing her to stumble after the prefect. This time she was being led to her dorm. Exhausted as she was, she struggled to match the pace set by her handler. Miss Harper was clearly eager to be rid of her for the evening. Sarah could not deny that she had let her down terribly but right now there was nothing she could do. She was resigned to the fact that her one potential ally now looked likely to be her harshest trainer.

It did not take long for the familiar dorm to be reached. Sarah was reminded of the differences between the Trinity dorm and those of the other houses. The only furniture that broke up the bland emptiness of the room were the six circular platforms and the small bank of computers against the far wall. There was nothing comfortable or luxurious about the stark space.

All of her classmates were already in the dorm itself, numerous naked forms flitting into view through the far doorway. She could see some of the girls glance towards her, but they quickly looked away when they noticed her handler at her side.

"You have 25 minutes to complete your ablutions before lights out. You do not want to be out of your dorm when the gate closes."

Miss Harper lead her through the lounge and into the shower room, pausing only for a second to allow her to scan her tag. On every hook by the door were two bags: a cloth bag full of each student’s dirty clothes and an empty plastic enema bag. On only one hook was this sequence reversed.

Sarah immediately began to remove her uniform. Despite her exhaustion she knew that with the close scrutiny of her handler it was more important than ever to undress in a pleasing manner. She made sure that each movement was swift but sensual and she was careful to make sure that her equipment was always on show for her handler. When she was down to her panties she turned around and pushed out her ass as she took the waistband on each hip and rolled her tiny panties down her legs.

Once naked the aching schoolgirl wasted no time in performing her nightly enema. She glanced at Miss Harper's face as she inserted the nozzle into her anus and noticed a faint hint of disgust in her face. Sarah's heart sank when she saw it but she continued without pause. After all, she supposed she would not particularly want to watch her have an enema either. Once she was full and on the toilet, as dictated by the stringent rules of behaviour she realised she needed to pee, badly.

"Excuse me Miss, may I do a wee wee," Sarah asked, blushing as she did so.

"Hurry it up, spunk," Harper snapped. She stood to her left, the leash pulled tight as she endeavoured to put the maximum distance between her and the girl on the toilet. Not only did she not want to get near the defecating girl but she did not want to obstruct the light or the camera that switched on each time a toilet was in use. She had viewed the video of Sarah urinating and knew it was her duty to track all such footage to make sure her slut was behaving.

It was part of her duties she certainly did not relish, but at the same time, it was something she could not deny was interesting. After seeing Sarah taught how to pee, she had replicated the stop/start technique. She had adopted it as part of her own toilet routine, sure that the muscle control it provided would be useful to any woman, slut or not.

She listened for the tell-tale noise of the stream of urine hitting the bowl, being cut off, and then resuming. Sarah performed the requisite five stoppages. Her eyes were kept perfectly forward as she performed, aware of the intense scrutiny of her handler. She hoped that she would soon get used to seeing only what was directly in front of her. The need to dart her gaze sideways, especially when someone was standing in her peripheral vision as her handler was now, was almost like an addiction.

Sarah gently removed the nozzle from her ass, squeezing hard to ensure she lost none of the enema until she was in position. Once she was holding the nozzle in front of her body she loosened her sphincter and let the enema empty out of her. Sweat had broken out across her forehead and chest as she had held the large volume of liquid and performed the squats that were part of the routine. She had started sweating even before the exercises, imply having the enema distending her belly was enough to cause her body to heat and break out in a sweat.

Sarah worked as quickly as she could, emptying herself and cleaning the enema nozzle before returning the now empty bag to the hook by the wall. She quickly kneeled and took the nozzle into her mouth, cleaning any last remnants of the enema from the bag and making sure there were no drips. It was a strange feeling to have her handler standing at her side, holding a leash attached to her collar throughout the entire process. But now it was what Sarah had been dreading since she entered the room. She would have to have a shower in completely cold water. Clarice led her into the shower area, directing Sarah to choose a showerhead closest to the doorway and, by keeping the leash taut, her handler could just stand outside the raised shower area.

"Six minutes spunk," Miss Harper informed her.

Sarah switched the shower on full. The blast of ice-cold water hit her in the chest and face and instantly took her breath away. She danced out of the freezing stream, but a sharp tug at her collar made her step back under the frigid shower. She wasted no more time, lathering the shampoo in her hair and letting the shower rinse it out as she washed her body with the exfoliating gloves. The cold water was bracing and before too long Sarah became used to the icy fall. After the exhausting, terrifying day she had had the cold shower was actually quite invigorating.

As soon as she was clean of soap, she switched off the shower, stepped out and grabbed a towel. Manoeuvring her arms around the leash as she dried herself was a little annoying but Sarah immediately dismissed these feelings as petty and inappropriate. Once dry, she was led to the basin to brush her teeth. It was as Sarah was cleaning her teeth with her tiny toothbrush that she heard the ominous metal clang that signalled the closing of the gate, effectively shutting her out of the Trinity dorm for the night. Sarah looked at herself in the mirror, despair filled her eyes.

"Well spunk, you can't say you weren't given every chance. To be honest I was expecting you to fail. You just don't have the intelligence to understand these concepts yet. I guess you are going to have to wait for them to become instinct. What you need to do is remove the weak link, your brain. Once you have things on an instinctual level, I think you will have a much easier time. Of course your training will never be easy, which is why it is so rewarding. But hopefully it will be easier, for all our sakes."

Sarah finished brushing her teeth in silence. She replaced her brush in her mesh toiletry bag and with a sharp tug of the leash, was led through the now dark lounge and into the corridor. Her handler stopped in front of Miss Peach's door and knocked gently.

"Come."

The schoolgirl opened the door and led Sarah inside. Miss Peach was reclining on her lounge, reading a book, her eyes widening as she saw Sarah enter the room behind the older girl.

"Miss Peach, as you can see this slut has broken curfew."

"Thank you Clarice dear, you can leave her with me. You hurry along now and I will see to her sleeping arrangements."

"Thanks Miss Peach."

Harper turned and raised the ring to Sarah's lips. Almost without thinking Sarah's mouth parted before the end of the leash was even halfway to her face. Instead of the thick metal ring being popped in her mouth, it was, instead, smacked roughly into her forehead. 

"Presumptuous much spunk? You do what you are told, when you are told and not before," her handler admonished harshly.

Sarah closed her mouth, only to open it once again as the ring, this time, was placed in her mouth. Her handler flicked the end of her nose, causing the naked girl's eyes to water, before turning on her heel and leaving the room.

Sarah was now alone with Miss Peach, who had not moved from the couch during the encounter. She looked the naked teenager over. She was not the prettiest of the sluts this year, nor was she the best endowed, but there was something about this one. Her petite, delicate limbs and small stature, made her look like a little doll, especially when she was dressed in her fetching uniform. Resignedly the housemistress put her book down and raised herself from the couch.

"Follow slut. So naughty to be out of bed after lights out. We have just the place for naughty girls. Don't worry though, it's not all bad. I realise you were with your handler and it was not through wilful disobedience that you broke curfew, but rules are rules."

Sarah followed the small woman as she made her speech. It may not directly have been her fault but she had caused her detention to double in length, without that she would not be in this predicament. Sarah walked behind Miss Peach, acutely aware of her nakedness as she moved through the sumptuously furnished bedroom. She had been in here before, but she had not been in the bathroom where she now found herself.

To her right the bathroom was like any other: bath, basin and shower. To the left however were things you would not find in a normal room. In one corner was a tall glass-doored cabinet, the many shelves filled with all manner of dildos, plugs and various paraphernalia that Sarah was only now beginning to recognise. To the left of the cabinet were four cages. The floor of each cage was a solid metal sheet but all four sides and ceiling were comprised of a tight, wire grill. The wire created little squares, an two inches across. Two cages sat on the floor, while the other two were stacked on top.

On the side of each cage, near the top, was what Sarah knew was an automatic waterer. She had used a smaller version when her mother had bought her a hamster years ago. Other than this small apparatus, of which only an inch of a small metal tube projected through the mesh, the cages were entirely empty.

"I think we can dispense with this for a while," Miss Peach said, unclipping the leash from the teenager's collar and taking the ring from her mouth. Sarah stood at attention, and obediently relinquished the leash to the housemistress. "You understand that these cages are not as comfortable as the beds in the dorms, which are far too luxurious if you ask me but I have a few things that I think will help you sleep."

Sarah watched the housemistress open the glass doors of the corner cabinet and peruse the contents. Her hand hovered first over one piece and then another as if she could not decide exactly what to use. After a few minutes she had made her choice and came back to the naked teen.

"Cunt. Ass," Miss Peach said, holding up a dildo and then a plug for Sarah to see. The dildo and plug looked almost the same. They were both quite narrow at the base and quickly flared out to the size and shape of an egg. The dildo was four inches in length, the plug slightly less. They were both black, with silver stripes running down the length of each bulbous, ovoid head.

"Ass first, fuck your cunt with it," Miss Peach ordered.

Sarah took the black plug from the headmistress and pushed it slowly inside her pussy. The first few strokes were a little painful as her sex was unprepared for the intrusion. Within seconds though, her body had begun to respond. She had been on the cusp of orgasm so many times tonight, her body was ready and eager to respond to any stimulus. Her thick cream was soon flowing and the plug was sliding in and out of her pussy with ease.

"Hand it to me. Present."

Sarah handed the plug to Miss Peach. She was trembling slightly as she knelt on the floor, pressed her body into the cool tiles and lifted her ass high into the air. Sarah tried her best to relax but she could not seem to stop the muscles in her belly from tensing up in anticipation. She had never had anything in her ass before, well until a few days ago she had never had anything in her pussy either. She knew that a slut had three holes with which to pleasure her superiors and she knew that at least one of her teachers wore a plug in their own ass during lessons. Despite all this she was still fearful of how much it would hurt. There had to be a reason women did not usually want to perform anal sex.

Almost as soon as her ass was in the air, presenting her virgin anus to Miss Peach, she felt the headmistress' hands on her bare flesh. her whole body tensed at the touch. Her tiny pink asshole puckered tight.

"Come now little slut, a tense anus is nobody's friend. Your holes are getting filled. Cooperation is expected from a slut, but it is not necessary. It is simply very disappointing not to see, hmmm. That's right."

Sarah took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Her tight pink sphincter loosened, and her pussy opened as the muscles relaxed. Miss Peach ran the bulbous head of the plug along Sarah's inviting cleft, collecting an extra coating of her cream. The plug was rubbed across her asshole, smearing her natural lubricant over the twitching rosette. This was repeated twice more before the housemistress was satisfied.

The first time the plug was pushed against her anus, Sarah involuntarily clenched. The prone schoolgirl quickly relaxed, realising that any resistance was not only futile but also fraught with danger. She relaxed again and felt a pressure against her asshole. She did her best to open herself up, thinking of how the muscles worked when she was trying to empty the cavity that was soon to be filled. She assumed the principle was the same, only in reverse. She hoped she was thinking like a slut, thinking how best to use her holes. She knew she would have to get used to the fact that more things would be going into her ass than would be coming out.

Sarah felt Miss Peach twist the plug as the pressure was increased little by little. The experience was decidedly uncomfortable but it was not yet painful. She hoped that, as an untrained slut, she was performing well. The insistent pressure at her asshole increased steadily. She could feel herself opening, and pushed against the intruder. As she was opened more and more, the plug twisting constantly, Sarah began to feel a slight pain in her virgin hole.

Suddenly the plug was withdrawn, only to be pushed back against her in the next second. This time the pressure did not stop. In one swift, twisting motion Miss Peach inserted the plug inside the kneeling teen. Sarah grunted in pain as the thickest part of the plug pushed past her sphincter and slid all the way inside her. Her asshole tightened around the intruder, tightly clenching the one inch diameter base. The sharp pain subsided as quickly as it had come. All she felt now was a slight feeling of fullness and the effort her anus was making to strangle the thick plastic shaft.

The similarly shaped dildo slid into her pussy in one smooth motion. Sarah also made a noise when the dildo entered her, though the groan that echoed around the bathroom was one entirely of pleasure. She could feel the egg shaped head of the dildo  move against the plug in her ass. She had never felt anything like this before in her life. Her body had already adapted to having something foreign in her ass, as if it had meant to be there all along. Now it was causing her a type of pleasure that she could not describe and could never have imagined. It felt as if the two intruders were actually touching each other. Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt Miss Peach work behind her. The dildo and plug were both moved within her and she soon felt something else touching her ass and pussy. It was smooth and cool, and thin, that much she could tell.

"Attention. Hands on your head."

Sarah moved first to her knees and then to her feet. She moved slower than normal as the new sensations from dildo and plug coursed through her abdomen. Her heart beat faster as the pleasure wave mounted. She tried to ignore the ecstasy that was threatening to consume her. What she was feeling was amazing, but was it heightened because she had already been on edge, having been so close to orgasm so often and been denied each time. She could feel something tickling her thighs, whatever Miss Peach had added obviously. She was dying to know exactly what it was, but she was sure she would not have long to wait for enlightenment.

Miss Peach reached around her from behind, the woman's curly hair tickling Sarah's neck. Around her waist she could feel a belt of some kind. It felt rigid and flexible at the same time, the material a mystery. The thin belt fit snugly across Sarah's belly. Behind her Miss Peach tightened and then tightened it again. Once she was satisfied she stepped away from the naked girl and noticed how the inch-wide belt severely constricted the young girl's waist, giving her a most pleasing appearance.

The housemistress reached between Sarah's legs and drew the matching crosspiece up over her belly and clipped it into the front of the belt. She ordered Sarah to turn around and clipped the last part of the strap to the back of the belt. The dildo and plug were pushed deeper inside Sarah's holes, and locked there by the tight strap through which the special bases of the implements had been threaded. To an observer it looked as if the slim girl was simply wearing a thin leather strap between her legs.

Sarah groaned as the last part of the strap was fixed into place and the dildo and plug were seated deeply inside her. The severely tight belt was uncomfortable and made each breath something she was conscious of. She did not know how she would be able to sleep with this contraption on her.

"Hands front. Make fists with those tiny little hands slut," commanded Miss Peach, taking great delight from working with this petite girl. Yes there were times she liked a big-titted bitch but it was these petite little dolls that she enjoyed the most, they were simply everything she was not. Sarah balled her hands into fists, totally unable to predict what was to happen next. She stood obediently and followed every order to the letter, attempting to think ahead was not the province of a slut, this she knew all too well. She felt something being slipped over each hand and desperately fought the urge to look down. It felt a little like a mitten but it was made of a smooth black leather. As the mittens were tightened  she realised that she could not move her hands. The best she could do was to wiggle her fingers.

"Attention. Left foot up. Bring that knee up slut, all the way to those titties."

Sarah slowly raised her left leg, making sure she kept her balance as her leg raised as high as she could manage. Her knee rested against her left breast. She felt the dildos move inside her but tried to ignore their pleasurable distraction. The extra pressure in her belly made this much easier to do. As Sarah stared straight ahead, Miss Peach fitted a thin cuff around first her left and then her right ankle.

"Okie doke slut, squat," directed Miss Peach. "Now raise your body slowly."

Sarah did as she was bid. She had moved only half way to vertical when a sharp pain exploded inside her. It was the pain of the copper rail all over again, only this time it came from deep inside her pussy and ass. She immediately dropped to the floor, quickly regaining her previous position.

"Yes Porter, you have been fitted with the hobble for all curfew breakers. You need to keep that sloppy cunt of yours close to your ankle cuffs or you get a little wakeup call," the housemistress explained, obviously enjoying the demonstration of the hobble's efficiency.

Sarah knew the exact distance her pussy could move and she was determined never to test it out again. She had thought the pain from electricity had been bad when it was on her skin, but inside her, on the delicate tissue of her pussy and ass had been somehow worse. She had thought she would never discover a worse pain, and here she was only a few hours later and proven wrong, so completely wrong.

"Eyes closed," Miss Peach commanded as she stepped behind the squatting schoolgirl.

Sarah closed her eyes but kept her head straight and facing forward. She felt her hair gathered up into a tight ponytail behind her before something was forced down over her head. What felt like soft pads pressed in gently upon her eyes before she felt a tight constriction across her face and forehead. Her hair was given a sharp tug and the constricting feeling moved over the top of her head and down to her neck.

She had been fitted with a tight latex mask covering the top half of her face, terminating at the bridge of her nose and cutting back across her ears, effectively enveloping her entire head, leaving only her mouth and lower jaw exposed. She was completely blind and her hearing, while not completely silenced, was considerably reduced.

"Cage one for you tonight slut. Follow my voice. On your hands and knees dummy. That's right, this way," urged Miss Peach.

Sarah dropped to her hands and knees and began crawling after the disembodied voice of the housemistress. Her hands were still curled into balls inside the mittens, making her movement slower and more clumsy than she had expected. She heard a soft metal jangling directly in front of her which must be the cage door opening.

"Inside now, you must be eager to start your beauty sleep."

Sarah felt the metal lip of the cage and crawled inside. She kept going until her head bumped into the back wall of the cage. She didn't know what she should do so she drew her legs inside the cage and huddled on the cold metal floor.

"Something to help you sleep," Sarah heard as something smacked into her naked buttocks. She heard, and felt, the cage door closing. After that was complete silence. She was not sure if Miss Peach was still in the room or if the light was still on. She was in a world of complete darkness, locked in a small cage in which she could barely turn around.

Sarah tested her new sleeping quarters, stretching out her legs as far as they would go: not far, which may have been a good thing, she concluded. She was basically forced to remain in the foetal position while in the cage. She soon discovered she could actually sit by lifting her knees up beside her and hunching her head and neck forward but this was painfully uncomfortable.

As she moved around inside the cage she felt her feet kick something loose on the floor. It must have been what Miss Peach tossed in just before she closed the door, locking Sarah in for the night. She twisted herself around and instinctively tried to use her trussed hands to pick the item up. All she managed to do was bat the small object around the floor of the cage. Instead of becoming frustrated Sarah stopped to think.

She shifted her body so her knees were beneath her, though this caused the tight belt around her waist to constrict even further. She bent her head to the floor of the cage and sought the object with her mouth. She found it and quickly discovered its nature. It was a small dildo, maybe three inches in length. It was much thinner than any dildo she had encountered so far, being only about one and a half inches in thickness. It flared strangely at one end, almost as if it was a flat base on which the dildo would stand.

It was only when her tongue discovered a small plastic ring on the underside of the base that it clicked. She knew what the object would look like. An image of a baby’s dummy sprang to life in her mind, only what was to go in her mouth was a three inch plastic cock. Sarah flicked the dildo-dummy with her tongue and was able to get the end in her mouth. She sucked the shaft inside her in one smooth motion until the flared plate bumped against her lips. She noticed now, that the dildo actually tapered to half its width just before the plate allowing it to fit snugly inside her.

Sarah was suddenly hit by a wave of exhaustion, almost as if someone had quickly turned down the dimmer switch of her energy. With the comforting dummy filling her mouth she curled up as best she could in the cage, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.