BDSM Library - Scotlands Alcatraz

Scotland's Alcatraz

by Obohobo

Chapter 1. Ionica School

"Welcome to Scotland's Alcatraz, your home for the next few months." Twelve handcuffed teenagers tried to peer through the helicopter windows on hearing the pilot's announcement. "It's real name is Ionica," the pilot informed them, "And you're the first lot of prisoners to use it."

"Doesn't look to be much there," Janette remarked to Maureen sitting beside her, "Only a few little cottages. Nothing that looks like any prison I've been in."

"Nor me. Shitting little island hundreds of miles from the nearest land. No one is going to escape from there unless they can fly this thing," her companion replied. "There won't be any need for a wall round this place."

The pilot's voice on the intercom interrupted them again. "I'll fly around so you can have a good look. The island is less than a mile long and a bit more than half a mile wide. It's about forty-five miles from the main Hebridean islands so you'd have a long swim and the water is cold and almost always rough. Only two ways to get to it; the chopper, like you are, and by boat to the little bay on the eastern side. Only small coasters can get in but they bring in most of the supplies."

"He still didn't say where we are going to stay. Those three little cottages won't hold us lot and all the screws," Janette commented.

"That's the sightseeing done," the pilot announced, "We're touching down now. Have a nice holiday, I'll come back and pick you up again sometime," he joked.

"Fat chance of that! We don't even know how long we're going to be here." Maureen shouted but the roar of the engine drowned her words.

*****

Headmaster Derek Cousins stepped briskly into the classroom where the prisoners, now referred to as students, were seated. It had only been half an hour since the helicopter landed and already the maze of underground corridors and rooms of their new home bewildered them. All eyes turned towards him as he stopped for a few moments to survey the crowded room. The room was more than adequate for the twelve students seated at regular school desks but now standing wherever there was space, stood four men and two women security staff, a woman teacher, the PE coach, the nurse, a caretaker and a cleaner. Other security staff were on duty around the prison eagerly monitoring the new intake. Derek's eyes now turned to each of the students. Eleven of them looked as he expected. Sour, glaring faces, each trying to look the part of a hardened criminal and saying with body language, "There ain't nothing you can do to me that hasn't been done already. I know my rights." The odd one was a small, thin pasty looking lad who seemed likely to burst into tears at any moment. "That must be Dennis Chamberman, the one with that odd file," he said to himself, "He doesn't look more than thirteen or fourteen and yet his file gives his age at seventeen. Something odd about his case."

"Good afternoon students," he started, " I'm Headmaster Derek Cousins, welcome to Ionica School."

"Prison," muttered Brian Singer loud enough to cause a titter from the other students.

"I'll repeat, this is a school," the headmaster went on, ignoring the interruption. A school with a difference as you will soon find out. With one exception, you are all here because of your violent behaviour, theft, rape and many other crimes largely committed when you should have been attending your regular school. Here there can be no absenteeism, no truancy. You will have to learn because the length of your stay here is dependent upon you achieving a good standard of education as well as your learning to live together as reasonable human beings. At the moment you are the only group here. This is the first trial so you will be under special scrutiny. Eventually there will be up to six units like this on the island." Derek paused to let this little piece of information sink in. The length of their sentence was something all the students had thought about. For all previous offences they had been given a set custodial or care time. Now the sentence was simply, 'Committed to Ionica School'.

"First though I will get you to introduce yourselves. Janette Maddison (Jan), Dennis Chamberman (Denny or Den), Maureen Silcott, Brian Singer, Sally Blanchard, Peter McCloud, Kathryn Smith (Kathy), Michael Vernon (Mick), Michelle (Shelly) Dickens, Gregory Jones (Taffy from Wales), Debra Morrison, Donald Duckford (Quack) all sullenly stood when asked and gave their name and nickname if they had one. There was a little laughter when the last boy gave his nickname. Even Derek smiled and it helped to lighten the atmosphere. Derek introduced the staff and their jobs.

"You already know this school is going to be rather different to those on the mainland. We are not bound by the same rules. My job is to educate you and make you fit to return to your hometowns without being a further menace to other inhabitants. You were all sentenced for violence to others and yet I suspect you have never, or at least only rarely, been on the receiving end of it. In state, church and public schools, corporal punishment is banned. Not so here. Some of you will have already noticed that the security people and most of the other staff have a tawse hanging from their belt. A good old fashioned Scottish leather two-tongued tawse." Derek took one from Dean Franklin, one of the guards, and showed it to them. "All staff are allowed to use them as they feel necessary. They will always be used on bare flesh to get the maximum effect and, yes, they will hurt but the marks quickly fade and there is no permanent damage."

Brian again tried to make a snide comment but Derek silenced him. "If you do not wish to be the first to try out the tawse, I suggest you keep quiet and allow me to finish." A slight thud caused him to look up again. The pasty boy had fainted and hit his head on the desk. Immediately the nurse went to him and spoke quietly until he recovered. Derek was even more puzzled as to why he was included with the other morons.

"As I was saying, all members of staff are able and usually are very willing to use the tawse for minor infringements of our rules but for more serious demeanours I have three canes of different sizes and if they are not sufficient, I have a whip. However, if you obey the rules and work hard there will be no need for you to receive any punishment." There were murmurs and mutterings from the students but none yet dared to openly challenge him.

"Now to the general arrangements. Boys and girls have separate dormitories with their own ablution areas. In a few moments you will go and shower and then change into school uniform. Afterwards the nurse will give you a quick examination and talk to the girls about using the contraception pill. We know that youngsters of your age will want to have sex and we may even encourage it later on as we believe it helps the bonding process but rape will not be tolerated."

Derek wound up his speech and the students were led to their dormitories and to the shower rooms. Each had to put their clothes in a box, which was sealed and signed in front of them and taken away. When they returned from the showers a simple shift and a pair of trainers were waiting. Boys and girls wore the same shift. A smock in a stripped polyester material that came to just above the knee and with a zip fastener all the way up the front and another up the back. Unzipping would completely expose the whole of a person's back or front even if the person was handcuffed. No underwear or bras were supplied.

The boys complained vociferously and Mick yelled, "This is women's wear. I'm no trannie!" Two guards dragged Mick to a stool, bent him over. Two others stood with their tawses ready and kept the remaining boys to one side while one applied four strokes to Mick's bare arse. Although he took it stoically the others could see they were not applied lightly and were hurting Mick.

Chapter 2. First punishments

"Restrain Janette in her desk and then take her to my office when we finish here if you please, Sarah!" the headmaster barked to one of the security staff, then apologised for shouting at her. A disturbance this early in their sentence wasn't expected.

When the alarm sounded he rushed to Rosalind Parsons' english class on the first lesson of the first morning. Janette had told her teacher to go and fuck herself when she was asked a question. "I don't want to know anything about soddin' verbs and stuff. Just wanna get out of this fuckin' prison," she informed Rosalind. "You can't fuckin' well make us learn anythink! This Alcatraz aint no proper school. Just another fuckin' prison!"

"Brian and Mick stood up and egged Jan on. "You tell the snooty screw what to do with her fuckin' lessons Jan," Mick shouted. Seeing herself at the centre of everyone's attention, Jan let forth a further stream of invective, strode to the front and aimed a flurry of punches at Rosalind. Fortunately she moved quickly out of way. Seconds later the room seemed filled with security staff who seeing the action on the monitors pressed the alarm. Brian, Mick and Jan were quickly cuffed.

"Give the boys a dozen each," Derek ordered. Brian was first. He struggled but was soon overpowered and bent him over the front desk with his cuffed hands fastened to a strap already in place on the desk leg. All eyes were on him as Derek unzipped the back of the boy's shift, spread his legs and bared his arse. Secretly the onlookers smiled at his balls and cock swinging loosely as he struggled to free himself but all he was able to do was shout and swear. Mick looked on apprehensively, rightly guessing he would soon be in the same position and he wasn't as well built as Brian. His arse wasn't as broad and fat and was still tender from the strapping it had taken the previous day. Now his bony buttocks would feel the pain even more.

"May I do it Sir?" Patti a powerful, buxom woman guard asked, "I'll get him to sing a different tune." Derek nodded his agreement.

"I'll sue the lot of you when I get out of this bloody place," Brian yelled, "I'll take you all for every fucking penny you've got."

Derek smiled his reply, "If you ever get out of here. How long that takes is dependent on your education as I told you yesterday." Any further comments were curtailed as Patti lashed a full-blooded stroke with the tawse across both cheeks. It laid a band of fire and left a broad red mark and two smaller marks where the ends had curled around his hips. There could be no doubt in anyone's mind that it hurt. Brian bucked and yelled. He hadn't expected the blow to come as quickly or be as painful. Mick looked horrified. By comparison, the strapping he'd had yesterday was very mild indeed. Patti waited for several seconds before continuing to lash the exposed arse with hard, painful blows. His manly pride now gone, Brian yelled and screamed at every hit. All the other students watched horrified by the severity of the punishment. Punishment publicly inflicted by a woman had reduced a powerful boy to a screaming, humiliated wreck. Finally the last stroke was given and he was helped back to seat. His shift was left undone so his tortured arse felt the full effect of the hard seat as the two guards thrust him down. He tried to stand and rub his buttocks but was immediately pushed down again. Tears flowed unwanted down his face.

The room was quiet for a moment as all eyes watched the sobbing teenager. "My God, look at Denny." Maureen spoke quietly.

Derek looked. The boy was shaking and had turned a ghastly white and looked like he was going to be sick. "I'll have to be careful with that one," Derek thought, "Still can't make out why he is here. He's not like any of the other thugs." Out loud he said, "Get yourself to the loo if you're going to spew up boy." Dennis left the room as much to avoid seeing Mick's punishment as to relieve the feelings in his stomach. Nurse Pauline Patterson followed him. She too was puzzled by his reactions.

Mick's punishment was almost a repeat of Brian's except that Mick tried to get out of it by profusely apologising to his teacher. It did nothing to change Derek's decision. His authority was at stake and the rest of the new class would take heed it. An example had to be made. "Uncuff them," he ordered when Mick was again seated, "Anyone else who want's to try and dispute what we do will get double." Derek glared at the students then turned to the door but paused at the teacher's desk and spoke in a low tone. "See me at the end of today's lessons Miss Parsons."

Sarah pushed Jan and they followed Derek to his office. "Surely he won't dare punish me like that," Jan told herself but she was by no means certain that would be the case. This was soon confirmed.

"Janette Maddison I will not tolerate unruly behaviour in this school and I am certainly not tolerating assaults on my staff. You saw the punishment meted out to the other two. You will get the same except I will use the No. 2 cane." Jan looked shocked and started to protest vehemently when Derek went on, "And don't think I will be lenient because you are a girl. Girl's bottoms have more padding so can take at least as much punishment. Put her over my desk Sarah please." Like the boys before her, she tried to resist but Jan too found herself lying across the desk with her hands fastened to a conveniently placed cord on the far side leg. "Unzip her please Sarah."

Knowing the headmaster would wish to see as much bare flesh as possible, Sarah not only unzipped the back of the shift completely but did the same to the front and then pulled both halves well away from the girl's body. To all intents and purposes Jan was naked. Derek stood for a few moments and admired her stocky form. "Pervert!" she yelled. As she turned one breast lifted from the desk and Derek saw an erect nipple. His pants felt tight.

"Sssshhh," Sarah whispered, "Don't abuse him unless you want extra with the cane. What you are going to get already will be bad enough. Scream as much as you like but don't swear at him." For once Jan heeded the advice. Her buttocks tensed when the cane lightly touched them, even so she wasn't really prepared for the searing pain that followed. Her scream penetrated the office door and hallway into the classroom. It chilled the students sitting and half-heartedly listening to Rosalind. Rosalind paused, she knew there was no point in continuing for the moment. All their attention was focussed on the screams. Half a minute later a second scream and some muffled sounds that sounded like begging, which indeed it was. Rosalind looked worried. She knew the head's request to see her at the end of school was for her failure to control her class. Would he cane her too? "God, I hope not," she thought.

At regular intervals the screams continued unabated until Jan had the full twelve. Everyone had counted them. Several of the girls cried in sympathy with Jan. Dennis once again shook with fear. Maureen moved and put her arm around the strange boy. She guessed from snippets of conversation while waiting for the chopper, that the rest of her fellow prisoners, sorry students, were like her in for GBH and other crimes. She'd been caught by the householder while ransacking his house. The sixty-four year old man tried to grab her and prevent her leaving but she was more agile and knocked him down then used her Doc Martens' to give him a good kicking and left him unconscious. Unfortunately he recovered and was able to name her. However, for all her aggression, a motherly instinct told her to protect this small boy; a weedy boy who was older than her but looked so much younger.

Derek surveyed his handiwork. Deep raw lines crossed Jan's arse. A few had crossed but most were parallel and broken in the centre by the crease that linked her exposed anus and cunt. The girl was writhing and sobbing with pain, yet he made no move to release her. Worse his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers. "I'd love to fuck that delicious looking slot or her bum hole," he thought but at this stage that would be really unethical and he had already warned the students that rape would not be tolerated. Sarah saw his problem.

"Do you need relief?" she asked but without waiting for a reply she freed his cock. "You can use me if you can't do her." Derek nodded dumbly as Sarah lifted her regulation skirt and dropped her knickers to the floor. To Jan's amazement Sarah placed a chair no more than a foot away from her face. Through tear filled eyes she watched as Sarah draped herself over the back and hiked her skirt to proffer her sex to Derek.

"Perverts," Jan thought as she still yelled and screamed in agony, "Still he isn't raping me and he said last night raping wouldn't be allowed but I guess it won't be long before I have to give myself to him or the screws in return for other favours." She had no illusions about that, she knew it happened in all prisons. Even though she was only sixteen, Jan was by no means a virgin but never before had she been so close to anyone else while they were fucking. Had she not been suffering so badly she might have been excited but the pain was too great so she dully looked while Derek ploughed his cock into Sarah. It didn't take long before he shot his load and withdrew.

"Finish me off Derek, please," Sarah cried, "I'm very close." Derek knelt and tongued the woman to a climax. Jan looked horrified as Derek's tongue was coated with the semen leaking from Sarah's cunt. His own semen. She was even more disgusted when Sarah turned and sucked his cock clean. Finally they restored their clothes to order and released Jan.

Still sobbing and crying loudly, she gently touched her welted flesh and was relieved to find she wasn't bleeding. For a few moments she stood with the two halves of her shift hanging from each arm while Derek gazed at her tits and then unashamedly felt them. Only when his hand went between her legs and rubbed her mousy pubic hair did she react and push his hand away. "Please don't," she muttered.

"It's all right Jan, but I guess it won't be too long before you're offering it to me or the guards for services." Jan now fully realised her earlier thought's that while she wouldn't be raped, she would still have to allow herself to be fucked if she wanted to avoid further punishment. Perhaps even that wouldn't save her. She never wanted the cane again. The pain was so great she could hardly stand. The headmaster zipped the front of her shift together and Sarah did the back.

"Only zip the top foot Sarah. Leave the rest open so the air gets to her arse and also so everyone can see," Derek said to her. To Jan, he said, "Leave the dress like that until school finishes for the day, then you can go to Nurse Patterson for something to relieve the pain."

Sarah took her to the washroom and wiped her face a little before taking her back to the classroom. There she displayed Jan's bottom to Rosalind and then to the class. Almost immediately Dennis rushed from the room and was violently sick. Rosalind too was extremely worried about her meeting with the head this afternoon. "If he has done that to the girl, what will he do to me for allowing her to get that far. It was my responsibility to keep them under control and at the interview he hinted that staff negligence would be punished by the same means as for the students." The others in the class gasped with horror and one or two muttered words of protest but Rosalind wasn't allowing that. "Silence," she snapped trying to keep things under control this time and while Sarah was still there to help her enforce it. "She misbehaved, she got what was coming to her. Sit down Janette and stop your snivelling."

"I can't sit Miss, I just can't." Rosalind removed the cushion from her own chair and tossed it to Jan. "Sit," she commanded.

Chapter 3. Twinned

"How'd the meeting go Headmaster?" Nurse Patterson met Derek in the corridor soon after lunch.

"Meeting?"

"I had that Janette Maddison in to see me. She said you had sent her for some salve and painkillers. When I said I expected you would have phoned or given her a note, she told me you had to go to a meeting. I phoned your office and there was no answer so I believed her and treated her bottom. She was in a bad way."

"When was this Pauline?"

"Break time this morning."

"The little minx. I told her to see you at end of school today. Perhaps I'll have to give her another dose."

"I don't think her arse will stand it Derek, not without breaking the skin."

"Perhaps the tawse across her front then. Think I'll wait though, the painkillers will dull any pain for the next few hours. Don't say anything to her. Let her think she has got away with it, Pauline. It will be more of a shock when she finds out she hasn't."

"Don't be too hard on her. It is her first day here and I don't doubt she's remembering it as the group has PE now. Pete Dobson won't stand any nonsense." Pete was a security guard whose role doubled as a physical education instructor.

*****

Weary, tired and sore the students returned to their classroom for a history lesson with Miss Patterson. Never before had any of them known a PE lesson like they'd just had. First they were forced to take their shifts off. "You don't want to get them dirty, do you?" Coach asked. By now they learned not to argue, certainly not with a big man they simply were told to call 'Coach', an Americanism he liked. Only Sally tried to protest and she immediately backed down when coach raised his tawse. "You're going to see each other's naked bodies quite a bit in the future so get used to it," he told them and immediately put them into a full round of exercises. Mick and Brian had problems with those involving their buttock muscles but were forced by touches with Coach's tawse to do them. Janette though could do nothing but sit and scream in agony and Coach, not wanting to open any of the welts only forced her to do those exercises he felt she could. At the end of the period they and Coach all showered in the same room. Some of the boys managed to cop a feel of the girl's breasts and all had a good look at Coach's manhood. It was bigger than most of the boys although, surprisingly considering his small stature, Denny's ran it close.

Rosalind could see few of them would take in much of her lesson. They were exhausted. None were used to using much energy or keeping themselves fit and three were in pain from this morning. Perhaps she could get the timetable altered so PE was at the end of the day. She tried to interest them in Henry V and the battle of Agincourt without much success. The door opened. "Class stand!" she ordered. Derek entered the room. "At least that's woken some of them up!" she said.

"Sit down class," Derek nodded the instruction. Janette groaned as once again her weight forced her tender bottom to the hard seat. The cushion didn't seem to help all that much and the painkillers were wearing off. She wanted the lesson to end then she could see the nurse again. "Janette Maddison, please come to the front please."

"What now?" she muttered to herself.

Derek walked slowly round the frightened girl. "What did I say about the zip on the back of your dress?" he asked.

"Sorry Sir, I guess I must have pulled it down a bit far after PE." Tears streamed down her face again.

Derek pushed the zip up and revealed her now very colourful arse. He wiped his fingers along her crease and smelled them. "If I didn't know better I would say there is a smell of our salve there but of course that is only available from the nurse and she wouldn't give you any without permission now would she?" Janette realised she'd been caught out and had to bluff her way out of the situation. She should have washed her bottom more in the shower but she feared to touch it. "What explanation do you have?" Derek smiled innocently.

"Sorry Sir, I was in such pain and Nurse saw me in the corridor and took me into her room and treated me Sir. She said I wouldn't be able to do my lessons otherwise. She tried to phone you Sir but you were out."

Suddenly Derek's demeanour changed. "Stop lying girl! I've spoken with Nurse Patterson, I've seen the CCTV footage. You went straight to her at break and spun her a pack of lies, just like you are doing now. It is obvious I didn't make enough impression on you earlier and you need to have a further lesson. This time they can all see. Remove your dress."

"No Sir, no. Please don't hit me again. I couldn't take any more. My arse would split open. Please, Sir, don't hit me again. I only did it because the pain was too great before. The pain is almost unbearable now. I can't take any more!"

"I was intending to hit your bottom again Janette. Your front is a whole new canvas to paint stripes on. Undress her Sarah and Patti." The two guards quickly removed Jan's shift and held her arms behind her back. Derek raised his tawse ready to strike across her breasts. Jan renewed her sobbing and pleading but he was adamant. "You've got to learn to do exactly as you are told girl. No messing. No lies."

"Stop Sir! Don't do it! It's inhuman!" With some surprise Derek turned. He couldn't believe Dennis had spoken out when none of the others dared. "Don't do it Sir, she's suffered enough today." Denny's voice was firm but his body shook with fear as, white knuckled, he held the back rail of his chair to support himself.

"So the smallest one in the class, a boy who gets sick at the sight of a few stripes on a girl's arse dares to challenge what I do?"

"No Sir, I am not challenging you. I just wish to point out that it would be more merciful for you to allow her to see the nurse again than to bring yet more suffering to her already tortured body. I am asking for you to be merciful Sir. I thought you said we were here to be educated Sir. Educated to live in a community or is it educated for violence Sir?" Again Denny's voice was firm although his body shook like a leaf in a gale.

Derek looked at him with interest. The lad had more courage than the rest of them. He knew the risk he was taking, He was utterly afraid. It would not be long before he pissed himself and yet he stood there and pleaded the girl's case, a girl who was a stranger to him. "I wonder if he was planted here by the authorities?" Derek wondered and then dismissed the idea. They would have found someone more in keeping with the others. Denny stood out by being so different. "Are you prepared to take her place? To take her punishment?" he asked. That would test the lad.

"No Sir, I am not asking to do that. I am not planning to be her whipping boy but I am appealing to your better nature, to do what is right and not to beat her for trying to relieve the pain and suffering that you caused." Even the larger boys were looking at him with some admiration now.

Again Derek wondered why the boy was here. He was better educated already than his teacher. He wasn't a ruffian and yet his file said 'Top Secret. National Security'. He decided to ask directly. "Why were you sent here boy. There is nothing in your file that tells me. Only a message to say it is top secret and the highest authorisation is required to access your file. There nothing to indicate you have ever been in court or of being sentenced to this school. Perhaps you are here to spy on us?"

"No Sir. It is top secret Sir. All I can tell you is that I hacked into the Defence Department computer and unencoded some of their files which totally contradicted the messages the Prime Minister has given to the press and TV about the war. However, I wasn't quite clever enough to cover my tracks properly and they traced me. Two men and a woman came and took me from home, they were from MI5, and after about a week of interrogation I found myself on the helicopter for here. I really only did it Sir, to prove that I could do it and there was a weakness in their systems."

"I phoned your school today and they said you were one of the brightest pupils they'd ever had."

"Perhaps Sir. I have A's in seven GCSE's and two A's in A level GCE. I should be taking a further six A level exams this year. Sorry Sir, but that has nothing to do with Jan. Please don't hit her any more. Use your authority to be merciful. Please." Denny's shaking increased and holding his mouth rushed from the room.

"Bring him back when he's done what he has to do, Miss Patterson please." Derek tried to remain calm. He didn't want to appear completely callous especially after the way it had been pointed out to him, yet he mustn't lose face, he had to keep control.

Jan was still sobbing although her heart was thumping in the hope that little Denny might have saved her. It was still by no means certain but he'd been very brave and spoke clearly in her favour and without swearing too. "Release her for the moment, ladies. Let her stand in the corner like a naughty child until her benefactor returns," Derek ordered as he left the room leaving instructions for them to call him when the boy returned. Ten minutes later, Rosalind brought Denny back. The lower front of his shift was wet from where he hadn't made it to the loo quickly enough and it was clear from stains on the front that he had been sick again.

Derek returned with the Bob Simmons the caretaker. Nothing was said but everyone was curious as Bob passed a taped measure around Jan's neck and then around Denny's. He noted the figures and left.

"Leave Jan in the corner and carry on with your lesson until Mr. Simmons arrives back. The class is to remain here until I dismiss them," the headmaster instructed Rosalind but it was heard by all.

Three quarters of an hour later, Bob and Derek returned. Bob carried a package with leather straps peeking out of one end but it was Derek that spoke. "Zip up your shift now Janette and yes, you may visit the nurse when you are dismissed. Dennis Chamberman will you please come out the front." Both Jan and Denny eyed the straps with some concern. "Janette," the head went on, "Dennis here put up a spirited and very courageous defence for you and you will be pleased to know that I have decided to allow his plea for mercy. I am not even going to ask him to take your punishment."

"There's got to be a catch," Jan thought. "And why the straps if he isn't going to use them on us? And why were our necks measured?" Denny already guessed the answer. They were going to be collared. Even he didn't guess the full extent of it though.

"It seems clear to me, that Dennis has taken a keen interest in your welfare Janette. He's looked after your well being and saved you from a lot of pain. To help save you from any future errors in your behaviour, I am entrusting you into his keeping. He will look after you twenty-four hours a day." There were puzzled and surprised murmurs from the class. How could he do that when they had to be separated at night in different dormitories and for other things?

"To ensure that he does this 24/7 I am permanently attaching the two of you together. One can not go anywhere without the other." He paused and then dramatically went on, "Attach them Mr. Simmons if you please."

Bob Simmons, with his own sense of drama, undid the leather package to reveal two leather belts firmly connected by a three foot length of chromium plated chain. "Oh my God!" Denny muttered when his mind rapidly worked out the implications. Jan tried to resist but the guards held her and while Bob buckled the belt. He did the same with Denny. Both thought it would be okay and just a lark for a day or so. They could easily undo the buckles for each other. Bob had thought of that too and produced a pop riveter. It was a little difficult to use in the confined space between the neck and the leather but he hadn't buckled them tightly so he managed to get seven rivets to secure the tongue that projected passed the buckle to the main band of leather. They would need a hacksaw to remove the collars.

"Oh my God," Denny muttered again. "Jesus fuckin' Christ!" swore Jan. "How long are we going to be like this?"

"As long as it takes for you to learn to get along together," smiled Derek, "But there's two more things. Dennis I am issuing you with this tawse. It's a little lighter than the ones we use but feel free to use it on your twin as a when you feel it necessary. Use it on any part of her body, give as many strokes as you like. In any case I am ordering you to give her six strokes each Sunday evening before you go to bed. It must be done in front of one or more of the staff so they can judge if you are hitting hard enough. They can be on any part of her body." He ceremoniously handed the tawse to Denny and fastened it around his waist.

"Secondly I am charging you to help Janette with her school work. Her early school reports indicated she was quite a bright kid but persistent truancy later has meant she is far behind others of her age. Something which applies to most of this class as well. I must emphasise you are to only help her, not to do the work for her. She is in your charge now." Derek ignored the mutterings from the class for the moment. "You may dismiss your class now Miss Patterson." Dumbfounded at what they had seen the class filed from the room and discussed how the pair would get along tied to each other and where they would sleep and piss and even shit.

Chapter 4. Teacher punished

"Come in Rosalind." Nervously she entered the headmaster's office. "Sit down please. You have of course guessed why I sent for you." Rosalind nodded yes. "Would you like to tell me your version of the events that led up to this morning's fiasco? And then perhaps make recommendations as to how you might prevent it happening again."

"I wasn't prepared for that girl's outburst. I didn't expect it. I was nervous. This is my first job in this sort of situation and I thought they would all be cowed down by it all. They weren't. I don't think they are now, even after the thrashing you gave Jan."

"Where was your tawse Ros?"

"In the drawer. Hidden. I didn't want to intimidate them."

"So they intimidated you instead?"

"Yes, I suppose so," Rosalind meekly replied. "What are you going to do about it? Sack me? Or?"

"Or what Ros?"

"Cane me," Ros replied quietly.

"Ros, Do you think you are cut out for this job? If you don't think you can handle this lot, then no amount of caning will help. It's not like it was with Jan. You might just as well leave and go to a normal school."

"I don't want to leave Derek. I came here because I thought I could do a good job but it may take me a week or two to get into the way of things. You and the others have taught in prison schools or been warders before so you had some idea of what to expect. I came straight from college. If it takes a tawsing or a even caning to keep this job for a few weeks to prove I can do it, then so be it."

"Ros, you saw what Jan was like after her caning. In view of the gravity of the situation and the fact that you were the root cause of the kerfuffle, you ought to have at least the same as she did." Rosalind gasped at the thought but Derek went on, "However, you might find it even more difficult to teach for the next few days therefore, if you decide to go that route, I propose to only give you six with the cane provided that you allow me to comfort you in my room afterwards."

"You mean you would want to…?"

"To put it bluntly, I would want you to strip naked, lie over my desk and be fastened down like Jan and receive six strokes of the No. 2 cane, same as she had. I don't intend to pull the strokes so you will have to take the full force of them again the same as Jan. For propriety, you can opt to be gagged so as not to let the whole prison know. With Jan I wanted her screams to be heard far and wide. Afterwards I will take you through those doors into my personal rooms and do what I can to alleviate the pain but, yes, I do intend to fuck you at my leisure. It will all be considered part of your punishment package. So the choice is yours. Either hand in your resignation, or if you refuse to do that, I will sack you. The alternative is the cane and my cock and my bed. Which is it to be?"

"I guess I don't have a choice at all if I want to stay," Ros remarked tearfully, "This job pays well, I have my own accommodation and I think I can get to like what I do once I learn how to deal with these 'students'. Shall we just get it over with?"

"Not now we'll wait till later tonight. Say ten o'clock when it's quieter and then I think we can get a little more pleasure out of it than a quick caning and a fuck, Ros. We'll start by undressing each other. When we're both starkers, I'll do the painful bit and afterwards back to pleasure again."

I don't think there will be much pleasure in it for me after you've thrashed me, but okay, I guess I'll have to go along with it."

"See you at dinner." Derek knew she wouldn't get that much pleasure from what he intended to do, but he certainly would! He hadn't told her all he planned to do.

Because there were as yet only a few students in the prison, students and staff who were not on duty ate in the same dining room. Derek had also decided on a family service system. Tables were laid for eight people, staff and students mixed. One from each table went to the hatch to collect the food tray for the whole table and served it. Jan and Denny caused some amusement as they hadn't yet learned to move in time with each other. Apart from being tied, they seemed an odd couple. Jan's large form was a complete contrast to Denny's four foot eleven frail frame. Still he seemed to be considerate to her and she allowed him to apply the salve the nurse supplied. In turn, Jan mothered the boy as though he were her baby boy.

Derek saved a place for Rosalind but with students Quack, Sally, Maureen and Pete on their table as well as two of the security staff, the talk was on more mundane things, like their interests and girlfriends at home. Derek hoped to use these sessions to build up a picture of his students. Rosalind tried to hide her nervousness at what she knew would happen later, behind giggling and false laughter. As they left the table, Derek whispered, "I suggest you spend the evening preparing tomorrow's lesson and working out how you are going to deal with your class. I shall keep an eye on you but won't interfere unless it is absolutely necessary."

At ten precisely Rosalind walked to the head's office wearing only her gown. In this place she knew her tryst would be monitored by the security staff so there was little point in trying not to be noticed but she hoped Derek could turn off the cameras in his office.

"She's going into his office Pete," Patti said to her on-duty colleague, "I reckon she's going to get screwed."

"More likely she'll get her bum warmed after this morning's incident. That I must watch. She's a nice looking young thing. Not too much in the tit department though." Pete chuckled to himself.

"You just watch your screens otherwise we'll have our arses more than warmed if something happens and we don't spot it. Those new students could well start to get frisky or start fighting."

"Not much happening here. The twins are in bed together but the covers aren't moving much. Let me know when something interesting happens."

"Yeah okay Pete, just as long as you don't get too horny yourself and want to screw before the shift is over. I don't want to lose this cushy job."

"Come in Ros," Derek answered her knock, "You look lovely in that thin gown. Like an eastern princess."

"I doubt I will look as nice when you've finished with me." Rosalind gave nervous laugh. She was very apprehensive about the whole thing. She'd admired Derek's looks at the interview in Birmingham last month and again at the staff meeting two days ago and a more personal interview afterwards but at these Derek had been fully dressed and his manner correct. Today she'd seen how cruel he could be and it was even whispered that he had shagged one of the guards while the girl had to watch. She trembled when Derek opened her robe and slid it off.

"Take mine off now Ros and then we can examine each other properly."

"I think I would just like to get the caning over with if you don't mind Derek." Ros slid Derek's robe to the floor and was immediately captivated by his already erect cock. "Perhaps you could just punish me with this?" she suggested taking hold of it.

"Oh, I will Ros, I surely will, but only after I have warmed your bottom a little." His cupped her breasts, squeezed them and finally pinched her nipples enough to make her cry out. "Hmmm I shall enjoy taking this little bitch afterwards," he told himself, "I don't think she's experienced too many men before and certainly not had a thrashing like she is going to get now." They fondled each other for a few minutes until Derek quietly led her to his desk and fastened her wrists and ankles "I shall certainly enjoy thrashing this tight arse. I'll make her squeal with the cane and then with my cock," Derek said to himself.

"Don't be too hard on me Derek please. I've got to teach tomorrow."

"I know but a punishment is a punishment. Jan had to go back to her lessons afterwards. To be effective this has to be a proper caning and you are only getting half her amount because you are submitting to punishment by my cock afterwards for a couple of hours or so."

"He's got her tied and spread over the desk now Pete and he's getting the cane from the cupboard." Patti informed her fellow guard. "I wonder if she'll get the same as that girl?"

Pete pushed his office chair so it sped across the floor and he could take a look at her screen for a few moments. "Nice," he commented, "Wouldn't mind getting a piece of that cunt myself especially after the boss has tenderised her a bit. Everything's quiet on my screens. Sarah went into Josh's room and hasn't come out."

"So I can take you to my room after the shift, if she's not there," Patti laughed, "Now get back to your screens. I'll let you know when the action takes place. You can replay it anyway later." Before Pete sent his wheeled chair zooming back to his section of the monitor room, he'd watched as the first stroke landed on Rosalind's arse. He saw it lift and writhe under the impact. "Looks like he's not going to be easy on her, Patti. That was no light tickle." A movement in the boy's dorm caught his eye but it was only Quack getting up and walking to the loo. He had an erection. Pete followed the lad's progress and rightly guessed the boy needed to wank himself. He passed the information to Patti but she was glued to the screen showing the boss and the teacher.

"Oh my God!" screamed Rosalind as the first stroke bit deeply into her bum flesh. Pain seared its way into her brain. Fire coursed through her arse. "Not so hard Derek, please. I can't take six like that." She continued to plead until Derek silenced her with a gag. It was small but effective and kept her from waking others while he waited for her to settle down again.

"That was no harder than I gave Jan, and yes you can and will take the full six." With some satisfaction he surveyed the deep red welt that now ran across her derriere just above the crease to her thighs. Her muscles twitched in agony and her arsehole and cunt, completely on display by her widely spaced and tied legs, seemed to move in inviting circles. "I think I will take her like this when she's had her full dose," he told himself. "I don't think I can wait until I get her into my room." He lashed another terrible stroke across her arse, just above the previous one. The writhing and gyrations that followed her first stroke were repeated but her screaming was reduced to muffled moans. Derek grinned sadistically as he watched he writhe in agony.

Thoughts ran wildly through Rosalind's mind. "I really can't take six like this and have sex with him afterwards and teach in the morning. And Jan took twelve like this? Can't believe he is not hitting me harder than he did her. It feels like it. The bastard. Perhaps he will take pity on me. Or just get so horny he has to fuck…" He thoughts were interrupted by the third stroke.

"Halfway now Ros." Derek placed a hand on her bum. "Warming up nicely now. Hope your cunt is warming up nicely too."

"Bastard, bastard, bastard! Warming up! My bum would fry an egg. He thinks this is foreplay? No, this is just hell. Why, why, why, did I agree to it? Why did I apply for the job in the first place? Why did that bitch Jan try and defy me this morning?" Ros' thoughts went crazily through her brain.

"Crack!!!" "Four." Once more the wait.

"It's not fair. It's inhuman, just like Denny said. He's just a sadist. He likes to hurt women. Perhaps he likes boys too."

"Crack!!!" The wait wasn't as long this time. Derek was becoming impatient. "Only one more to go so I'll make this a good one," Derek told the sobbing woman.

"Bastard! The others were plenty good enough for me. I shan't walk for a week. What's the sod waiting for? Get it over with. Let me go back to my room. You can forget about fucking me." All Derek heard was muffled groans from behind the gag.

"Crack!!!" the last one crashed down on her already tormented backside. For a few moments she thought she would pass out but there was not even that relief from her pain. She felt Derek's hands gently massaging her arse. "Release me," she tried to tell him, "Let me up and let me go. I want out of here." The hands left her arse and Derek moved away and when he returned she caught a glimpse of his rock hard prick. Her view of it somewhat obscured by watery eyes. Again the hands were on her arse but this time a finger coated with Vaseline was prying around her arsehole. Horrified, Rosalind tried to convey to him her objections. "No, no, no! I hurt badly enough without that. I've never done it that way and don't want to. Leave me alone you pervert!"

Although he couldn't hear her words, Derek knew she was objecting strongly. It pleased him. He liked a bit of arse now and again. Boy or girl, it didn't matter and if they were helpless to avoid it, so much the better. This woman would learn what life in this prison, this Alcatraz, was all about. "Ready for your first fuck of the evening dear?" he enquired knowing she couldn't reply and knowing she had no choice.

"He really laid it on her Pete," Patti told him, "And now it looks as if he is going to fuck her arse while she is helpless. Looks like rape to me. He's forcing it in now. Good job he is a normal size. He's right in," Patti excitedly continued her commentary.

"He fucked you yet Patti?" Pete asked.

"Not yet. You saw how Sarah had it this morning so I guess other females have too. No doubt he'll get round to me before too long. Just as long as it is not after a thrashing I shan't mind too much. He's fucking her hard now. Poor bitch. Bet that is really hurting."

"You ever had it in the arse?"

"Yep. One of my boyfriends had a small cock so it wasn't painful. I bet she'd be screaming if she weren't gagged. His balls are thumping her welts."

Indeed that was the case. To Ros, the feel of his prick inside her hole was not now unpleasant but when his balls thumped against the sensitive stripes, she nearly hit the roof. Derek tried to hold his seed back as long as he could to keep the enjoyable sensation going but all too soon for him, he shot his load into her bowels and collapsed on top of her. There he remained for several minutes until his cock went soft. He stood up and spoke to Rosalind. "I really enjoyed that Ros but I guess you didn't too much. No matter it was supposed to be a punishment session. You have one more thing to do before I release you and take you to my bed for the final hour or so of our time together. When I remove your gag, you will suck my cock clean. Only then will I release you from the desk and do what I can to reduce the pain. Afterwards I will fuck your cunt and then you can either stay in my bed or go. Your punishment will be over; your slate wiped clean."

Despite her repulsion at what she was being forced to do, Rosalind did take the soft cock in her mouth and sucked until she felt it begin to stiffen. Derek kept his word and gently helped her into his own room. He sprayed her welts and gave her painkillers but his estimate of an hour before she was ready to fuck, was a long way out. Three hours later, he was able to get hard enough and she was calm enough for him to fuck her. Even so, she had to lie across the bed with her arse overhanging the side so no weight went on it. It was 2 a.m. when Patti and Pete saw her reappear on their screens and make her painful way to her own room.

Chapter 5. First night together

Jan and Denny tried to walk side by side from the classroom but every few yards their necks took a jerk when their different size steps caused the chain to tighten. It didn't help that Jan had to hobble and stop after a few paces because of her very sore arse. Finally she grabbed him round the shoulders and pulled him close to her side. "Put your arm around my waist Den, we'll have to walk like lovers." He did so and for the first time in his life found himself held close to the body of a female. For him it was a pleasant sensation but he could tell from the way her stomach heaved every now and again that she was fighting to hold back tears. "Phew! You don't half stink of dried piss and spew," she went on but there was no venom in her voice.

"I'm sorry Jan. I couldn't help it. I was so afraid."

"We all could see that. You were so white and shaky and yet you stood your ground and saved me from another thrashing." A few tears did run down her cheek as she remembered. "Thanks. Mind you I don't know if being chained like this is going to be any better in the long run. Bloody head is trying to punish us both at the same time." She tried to smile but it didn't work out.

"Then we'll just have to prove we can get along together. That's what he said he wanted although I wouldn't be surprised if he really wanted us to end up fighting so he could thrash us both." Like his partner, his Siamese twin, he knew there would be a lot of problems to resolve; problems that could lead to friction.

"I've got to piss and I'm not going into the boys cause you lot piss on the seats so you'll have to come into the ladies. You're in a dress so it shouldn't make too much difference, except for that thing between your legs."

"Get him out of here," Debra shouted as they passed the stall where she was peeing. Like the boys' lavatories, the girls had no doors to the stalls, just plastic faced panels to separate them and give some measure of privacy. However, there was no locking themselves in a private cubicle. Nor was there any real privacy. Overhead CCTV cameras monitored everything that went on in there.

"Sorry Deb, I'm bursting so he's got to come here too. I'm going into the smelly boy's lavs. You'll have to get used to seeing him around. In any case we've showered with all the boys so why bother?"

Jan found an empty stall and went in. She decided not to risk sitting and crouched over the pan. Denny stood in the doorway and tried to look the other way. "No need to be embarrassed Den. We will both be doing this several times a day and shitting too. 'Spose that what he called bonding in one of his speeches. You'd better piss too. You never know how long it will be before we can go again. We've got sodding homework classes tonight and I missed most of the fuckin' lessons." She watched as he peed although he tried to hide his cock from her.

"Come in Nurse Patterson called as they arrived at the door. I've been expecting you. Lie down on the exam table Jan and I'll see what I can do to ease the pain. You might as well get used to doing it Denny. It will need to be done every four hours and I might not always be around so I'll give you the tube. First though take that smelly dress off and I'll see if I can get you a clean one. If not it will have to be a hospital gown and they're even more revealing."

"I'm sorry Nurse. I couldn't help myself."

"I know. I stood outside the door." She showed him how much to put on and made him rub it in with more pressure that he would have dared to use. Jan cried out but like when she visited her in the morning, the nurse told her to grin and bear it because it didn't do much good just putting it on the surface. Massage it in firmly but kindda gently too. The massage will help to loosen up the muscles again especially after your PE lesson made them do things they didn't want to do. When you have time, do it for at least ten minutes." Blushing at having to massage a naked female's arse with the cunt on full view, Denny worked quietly while the nurse phoned the cleaner.

"Yes, size 6. Very small." They didn't hear a reply.

Shortly afterwards the middle aged lady came into the room. "Sorry I only ordered two in this small size. Didn't expect them to be needed so you'll have to keep it clean and use it again tomorrow laddie. I don't do the next lot of laundry till the morning." She paused and watched Denny. "Cor, wouldn't mind you rubbing my bum like that lad. How about hiring him out miss?" She laughed at her own joke. "I suppose you'll have to be sleeping in her dorm tonight and in future so I'll have to put your clean stuff out there. Won't be none in the morning though."

"Thank you Janet," the nurse cut short her chatter. Denny thanked her too. Her conversation brought to the fore, something he kept putting to the back of his mind. Would she let him sleep in her bed? Would she let him play with her tits? Would she let him fuck her? He'd never had a woman but from the videos he'd downloaded from pay sites he'd hacked into, he knew roughly what to do. "Her arse is too sore to do much tonight though," he said to himself.

"That will do for now Denny." The nurse's voice woke him from his reverie. "I'm giving her two of these pills now and here are two more for when you go to bed. Actually you being in bed with her might help keep the covers off her welts. It would be better if you were her size but we can't alter that." She gave him the pills in a little box so he could tuck them into the one pocket of his dress. "Off you go now, the pair of you. Try and work together. Come and see me in the morning before gym. I'll tell coach you might be late."

The pair thanked the nurse and started to walk off. "She's nice," Denny remarked.

"Maybe but she did tell the bloody head about me."

"Perhaps it was only to save he own arse from punishment. I wouldn't mind betting he beats more than just us prisoners." Jan swore when the chain became tight and then grabbed Denny close to her side again.

"We've half an hour before dinner so I think we ought to go somewhere quiet and talk about how we are going to handle this situation," Denny suggested. Jan nodded her agreement and took him to her dormitory. Sally was there but she only looked up when they passed. Tears were streaming down her face.

"What's up Sal?" Jan enquired.

"Nothing really. Just got upset because there's no phone and we can't send even censored mail for another two weeks and mum doesn't really know where I am. She was only told I was going to a special facility. I shouldn't be crying when nothing really bad has happened to me. Not like it has to you. I'm scared of that happening to me as well. I don't see how we can avoid it."

Seeing Sally tears, Jan eyes flooded too and the pair just sobbed. Denny let them continue for a while but then gave Jan and Sally a hug and told them to quit squealing and dry their eyes. Slowly the crying stopped. "How are you going to cope with him Jan?" Sally asked.

"How am I going to cope with her you mean," Denny countered with a smile.

The tension now lessened and the girls smiled. "I meant when you have to sleep with him. We aren't allowed to wear clothes in bed so you'll be naked together and…?"

"We were going to discus that but with us having a cry-baby session, it's a bit too late. We'll just have to take it as it comes," Jan answered.

"When he cums," Sally grinned.

"I'm no virgin but I think he is!" Jan smiled too.

Dinner and the homework period went fairly well. At first Jan thought she might get into trouble because she took a pillow with her to sit on but it only caused a few comments. Denny dashed his homework off in no time. It was a general test and stuff he'd been able to do at primary school. Denny wasn't allowed to help Jan because it was an assessment test. Halfway through, she pushed the paper away and gave up.

"Bedtime! You may read for half an hour, then lights out." Jan recognised the screw on duty that night but didn't know her name. The pair had their nightly wash amid ribald comments from the other girls and Denny even had his cock felt while he cleaned his teeth. Debra touched Jan's sore arse. That almost led to another incident but fortunately Denny was able to control Jan while the other girls ushered Debra out of the way.

"Ma'am, Nurse said to massage this salve into Jan's bottom for ten minutes at bedtime. May I be allowed to do it please? I've already given her the pills." When the screw agreed, he spent some time sensually rubbing the cream into Jan bottom. The other girls watched and could see Denny's cock starting to rise but the screw soon stifled the comments they made.

Finally she came to them and said very quietly, " Bedtime. You are allowed to fuck, but no yelling or screaming. Understand?" When they both nodded, she went on, "Lights out in ten minutes."

After a whispered discussion they decided to lie in the spoon position with Denny in front of Jan. "That way Denny wouldn't keep knocking her arse, that way he wouldn't be able to slip his cock into her. It seemed a sensible arrangement to Denny. He was nervous of putting his cock into her and actually fucking a girl for the first time. He knew he wasn't equipped like the men in the video clips and didn't know if he would be able to perform to her satisfaction. Jan sensing it was frustrating for him pulled him tightly to her body and began gently playing with his cock. "There's a tissue under the pillow for when you come Denny. Don't make a mess on the sheet." It wasn't long before the tissue became necessary.

Neither of them could sleep. Jan's arse, despite the cream and pills, was still extremely sore and the experience of sleeping close to Jan or indeed any other person was very new for Denny. From a nearby bed, came a rhythmic creaking. "Sounds as if Maureen's wanking again," Jan whispered in Denny's ear.

"Would you like me to do you? I don't really know how except from pictures but I'll try."

"Okay. Quietly turn over and make sure this damn chain doesn't get caught." When they finally managed to face each other, Jan took Denny's hand and showed him what to do. Very quickly he got the hang of pleasing her.

Footsteps. For a moment all movements froze. The sounds from Maureen's bed ceased, but it was only the screw making a routine visit. She paused for a moment by their bed and then walked on. The noises from Maureen's bed continued when the footsteps faded and so Denny's hand continued to masturbate Jan until with a slight moan she climaxed and took his hand away.

For a while they slept fitfully until sometime in the early hours Denny woke and found Jan had pulled him close to her again. Now his head rested on her breasts. The duvet had worked down and he could clearly see the tops of the brown aureoles in the pale blue overhead nightlight. Greatly daring for him, he moved tentatively and very slowly until he was able to enclose a nipple in his mouth. Jan murmured, woke and then realised what was happening. "That's nice Denny. You are growing up fast. And I can feel something else that is growing too." Her hand took hold of his cock and with a little moving, inserted it in her cunt. "Gently Denny, my arse still hurts like hell." Gentle as he was, Jan still felt some pain and the bed seemed to creak unusually loud. They guessed others heard it too but the screw had said they could fuck provided they didn't yell or scream. The footsteps came again. They stopped fucking. The footstep stopped. Jan opened her eyes and looked up into the face of the screw.

"Carry on. Enjoy yourselves. It will help you bond together," the woman whispered, then left.

No longer caring who heard, no longer caring about the pain, Jan forced Denny to fuck her with more vigour until she climaxed and then when he carried on, she climaxed again. "Thanks Den. You were great. You sure it was your first time?" They slept again until the wake up bell woke them.

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."

Chapter 7. A change of rules

The rest of the week followed a similar pattern. By Friday afternoon almost everyone had received at least a few strokes of the tawse. Mostly they were single ones from the coach chivvying the slower students to moving a bit faster. Ros however was forced to give Debra and Shelly six apiece for not even attempting to do their homework. Sarah was overseeing the homework period and reported the two girls for just sitting at their desks. "They sat there Ros, just looking sullen. The textbook was open but they made no attempt to look at it and they hardly picked up their pens. I left them as I expected you'd want to be the one to deal with them. I have an idea they might try and make Maureen do their work before breakfast."

"Thanks for letting me know Sarah. Yes, I will deal with them." She looked at the clock. 9:30. "Are you on shift till ten?" When Sarah confirmed she was, Ros went on, "Would you mind staying a few minutes extra. I think I'll wait until those two young ladies are in bed and surprise them with the tawse. I'll check their books in the classroom first and ask to see a replay on the monitors." Sarah was correct but there was no evidence of Maureen's involvement. For her to do the work, they would need to pass the books before the first period after lunch. Ros decided not to worry about the technicalities and just deal with the pair. "Who's on duty in there tonight Sarah?"

"Jenny, I think. She won't object and she's strong enough to hold any girl or boy for that matter."

It was five past ten before the girls had settled down in their beds or were sitting and reading a paperback novel. Debra was sitting up reading when Ros strode in between Jenny and Sarah. Their appearance startled the girls more so when Jenny ripped the duvet from Debra's bed and flipped the naked girl face down on the mattress. Holding Debra's legs either side of her thighs, the big woman said, "There you are Miss, is that position all right for you? I can hold her still for as long as you want."

"I'll hold her shoulders for you," Sarah offered.

Debra started shouting and swearing. "They gets more for swearing," Jenny stated. It was obvious she wanted to see the girls well thrashed. Ros hadn't spoken and Debra still wasn't completely sure why she'd been selected but because Sarah was there she guessed it had something to do with homework. "Give it to her hard Miss," Jenny went on, "No good tickling them, they'll only laugh behind your back later." Not wishing to appear soft in front of the security women, Ros did just that. Six hefty whacks, which brought howls and screams from Deb.

"Shall we turn her over for the swearing extras?" Jenny asked. Ros nodded. She didn't like Debra as much as the others. The girl always seemed spiteful. Quickly she laid four more across the front of the girl's thighs and her lower belly. They were not as hard but they hurt nonetheless.

Shelly had a feeling she might be next and tried to wrap the duvet tight around her. Security soon removed it. Ros rightly guessed that Debra had egged on Shelly. Normally she wasn't a problem. "You saw what happens if you start swearing Shelly so if you want one side to lay on tonight, watch what you say."

"Why are you doing this Miss? Why…?" Shelly started to ask but the words were cut short by her scream as the tawse made itself felt across her rump. Five more quickly followed it. Ros wanted to get it over with. The feeling of power, the sight of the tender white bums becoming fiery red and the careless opening of the girls' legs made her wet between the thighs. She wanted to get back to her room for some relief. A cock would be nice now that the pain from her caning had died down to a manageable level. Perhaps there would be someone in the staff room later. She waited a few more minutes until some of the crying died down and looked around at the other worried girls and Denny. They were not sure of the reason for the hidings and wondered if they would be next on the list. Ros put them out of their misery.

"Debra and Shelly, after gym and your showers in the morning, you will miss breakfast and go into the classroom and do the homework I set you. I will arrange for security to watch out for you. There is plenty more life in this strap if I find there isn't a vast improvement by the time I arrive for the morning's lesson." She paused, "Sorry girls," she spoke to the others, "Sorry I had to disturb your rest period."

"You look flushed Ros. Does the sight of those bums and cunts make you wet? Does me." Sarah smiled as she questioned the teacher.

"Yes, it does. Thought I might see if a cock was available in the staff room tonight."

"Does it have to be a cock?"

"I suppose not," Ros guessed the implications of the question, "Not after the way the head fucked me after my thrashing the other night. My room or yours?"

"Yours. Patti may be in mine. We have to share." Shortly afterwards they were enjoying the feel and taste of each other's bodies. Mouths found nipples and tongues probed the depths of vaginas until several climaxes later they lay exhausted in each other's arms.

Denny and Jan became more and more used to being linked to each other. PE was the main stumbling block. There were so many things they couldn't do. Not that Denny really minded. His frail form wasn't up to some of the things the others did. Rosalind had managed to get the last period changed to PE and most days they were allowed above ground for an hour or so. To cope with the usually windy weather they were issued with a tracksuit and the outing was normally either a brisk walk or a cross-country run. One of these runs nearly ended in disaster for the pair. A tiny stream crossed the path at one point. It was little more than a good step wide and at most, a foot deep. Previously they'd jumped it together without any problem but on that day, Jan was slightly ahead of Denny and took a more powerful leap. The chain pulled taut, Denny fell forward in the stream, hit his head and twisted his ankle. Very concerned, Jan quickly lifted him from the cold water and carried him back to the nurse not even allowing the escort guard to help. There was blood everywhere from the cut on his head. Fortunately it wasn't serious. The water had spread the blood and made it appear worse than it was. Nurse put a couple of plastic straps across the cut and made him keep a crepe bandage on his ankle for a few days.

"Perhaps I'll ask the headmaster if Bob Simmons can arrange for the chain to be released for PE?" Nurse suggested. Although the head considered it, he said that was just another bonding problem they would have to overcome. The fact that Denny had defied him and more or less got away with it earlier, still rankled. He did however, discus with the coaches what the pair could and couldn't be expected to do.

"Make them do as much as possible without it being life threatening," he told them, "I've a feeling that Denny is a higher profile case than we know about and if he comes to harm it may well be there'll be repercussions from high up."

Saturday was a half-day as far as schooling was concerned so it was some surprise the head visited the classroom that morning. They had been on the island for two weeks and were beginning to get to know the system.

"Two things for you to think about Class. Two slight alterations to the rules. I told you when you first came that I wouldn't tolerate rape and I know that some of you have already found ways and means to have sex. From today, you can do it more openly. I believe this will help you to become more tolerant to each other and help the bonding process. From tonight, any girl who wishes, may go and sleep in the boys' dormitory. Girls, if you wish to do so, you must go to the dorm after ten o'clock and before lights out and you must stay with whoever you choose as your partner until the rising bell in the morning. If you go into the boys' dormitory girls, then you will be considered as offering yourself to one of the boys. It will not therefore be considered rape. They can and I don't doubt will, fuck you in whatever manner that pleases them. Getting into bed with a boy and remaining there after lights out means you are offering them your body for sex. I would also emphasise you will sleep or fuck with one boy. No gang-bangs, no changing partners part way through the night. Remember security keeps a careful watch on the dorms at night. Boys, if you wish to invite a girl to your bed, fine. If a girl comes to you and you want to take her in, again fine. If you have no wish to have her, send her back to her own dorm. Sorry boys, the reverse is not available. You are not allowed to go into the girls dorm at night, with of course the exception of Denny.

"He almost a girl anyway," Debra muttered. For once the head ignored it.

Another thing we are instituting this weekend is this. Most, if not all of you have been on the receiving end of the tawse or cane. We think you should also experience applying it too. Every Sunday evening at 9:30 on alternate weeks, the boys and then the girls will be given a tawse to wield. This Sunday it will be the boys turn and they will be able to apply it to their partner for that night or whoever is free. For the time being you will be allowed six strokes anywhere from the neck to the knees but not including the genitals. Next Sunday the girls will do the same to the boys. We are not expecting you to hit harshly but you must hit hard enough to cause some pain and also give some pleasure to the wielder. Anyone found abusing these rules will suffer the cane.

Miss Parsons can answer any further questions you may have." With that the headmaster left.

As she expected from the discussion the head had with her the previous evening, there were many questions.

"Once a girl has come into our bed, can we fuck her all night?" "Yes."

"We get to whallop any girl that's available?" "Yes."

"Will they be naked when we do it?" "Yes."

"Can we hit their tits?" "The headmaster already said, anywhere from neck to knees except your sex bits."

"Can we go to the staff bedrooms too?" It was Kathy that asked. "Who are you interested in then Kathy?" "Coach." Giggles and laughter followed that admission.

"Can they invite us to their rooms?" "Yes, provided security knows where you are but the staff are being discouraged to invite you for a while."

"If we go to a boy's bed, will we have to take them in our bottom hole and suck them too?" "Yes. Your body is to be fully available. It's your choice whether you go or not"

"Can I take you into my bed Miss?" "No Brian, you can't but I am able to invite you into mine if I really wanted."

"Will we be able to hit the same boy next week that whacks us tomorrow?" "Yes, you have the first choice of that boy but you can swap if the other girl is agreeable."

"Suppose we don't wish to hit our girlfriend?" "Don't even think about it Denny. The consequences would be too severe. You won't have to hit Jan's arse although it is healing now." She could see Denny was most upset over this. "Do it Denny. Don't make a fool of yourself by refusing. You have already been told you have to tawse her on Sundays anyway. Now she will be able to do you too."

"I don't see why we should be tawsed for nothing." Maureen spoke, "It's bad enough when we do something wrong." "Some people find pleasure doing it and receiving it, in fact a gentle spanking often leads to a good fuck."

"Did you get pleasure from thrashing Debra the other night?" "Some, but that wasn't the reason for doing it. Tomorrow night will be more for the boy's pleasure. If they hit too hard then you get your own back next week."

So the questions went on and discussion ranged from who was going to sleep with who to what kinky things they would be allowed to do.

Ros finally called a halt to the questions and decided there was little point in starting her proper lesson as it was close to mid morning break. Even when they returned, there was still an odd mixture of excitement and apprehension in the air. The boys could hardly contain their excitement at the prospect of having a girl to fuck for the night and being able to wield the tawse. Understandably none of the girls wanted to be on the receiving end of the tawse. They knew all the boys were bullies like they were otherwise they wouldn't be in this place and they were apprehensive about spending a whole night giving their bodies to a boy. A quick fuck was okay but once in a boy's bed, here they would be obliged to submit to him in any way. If they didn't they could look forward to a dose of the tawse in the morning.

"How was it Maureen?" the girls asked next morning when she returned for her dress. Only two girls went to the boy's dorm on the first night. Maureen Silcott paired up with Brian Singer and Sally Blanchard with Peter McCloud. This was not entirely unexpected because the couples had paired up for most of the previous week. At meals they sat at the same table, in the common room they sat close to each other. "Did Brian do you do all night?"

At first Maureen tried to be coy and not say but everyone could see she was bursting to tell. In the end she answered. "We did it twice when we first went to bed, then once sometime in the middle of the night and again before we had to get up. My cunt's a bit tender but it was nice."

"He didn't fuck your arse then?"

"Only with his finger. I think he might want to another night though."

Sally arrived and immediately asked for a drop of Jan's salve, which she applied to her arse. "We can see where Pete put his prick Sal," the girls giggled. "Did it hurt much?" Shelly asked. "I've never had it up there."

"It wasn't too bad. Pete's not over big but we ought to ask for a supply of Vaseline." She paused and looked serious. "You know the boys are going to whack our bums tonight?"

"Or other places…"

"Yeah, well they've come up with this idea. They'll go easy on any girl who agrees to sleep with them tonight, if she doesn't then they'll hit as hard as they can and Quack is very keen to do it to a girl's tits. Mick and Quack both wanted you Kathy and Taffy rather fancies Shelly. Sorry Deb, no one wanted you."

"I almost went to Taffy last night," Shelly stated, "But I decided to wait to see how you two got on."

"I'll offer myself to Mick. I would have preferred Brian but I guess Maureen's already earmarked him."

"You keep your hands of Him Kathy! He's mine for now," Maureen asserted.

"So I'm fucking stuck with that disgusting Quack cunt. No way am I sleeping with him and I'll tear his balls off if he touches my tits. I'll get my own back next week," Debra averred stoutly.

Chapter 8. Denny's thrashing and rape

Sunday afternoons they were allowed 'up top', the term they used for being above ground level and could wander over the island, Mainly they had to follow the course of the cross-country track because of bog land and other natural obstacles. This Sunday the weather was unusually fine with just a moderate breeze so the group walked along the pathway until they came to an outcrop of rocks that sheltered them from the wind and formed a natural suntrap. Two of the more lenient guards stood close by but didn't interfere when the group sat and continued their discussion on the evening's event. The boys boasted on how they were going to fuck the girl's into oblivion; the girls were more worried about how hard the boys were going to hit them. Maureen lay in Brian's arms and allowed him to openly fondle her tits and then, seeing the guards making no move to stop them, Peter and Sally started some serious petting.

"It's your free time," Chris, one of the guards spoke, "You can go all the way if you want as long as you don't want to go somewhere private. We won't stop you enjoying yourselves. Unfortunately we're on duty so we can only watch." Maureen and Brian pushed their sweat pants down and she took his cock into her cunt regardless of the others looking on. The rest of the group paired up but none were bold enough to fuck the girls so openly. Only Debra and Quack remained apart, openly hostile to each other.

"Don't think your getting your prick inside me tonight," Debra spat at him.

"Don't think I'm not going to lay that tawse on you good and hard. You'll have very sore tits when you go to bed," Quack retorted. "You going to whack Jan's tits Denny? Or you going to add to her sore arse?"

"I'm not going to hit her at all." Denny replied very quietly. "It is not right that we are being forced to hit the girls for pleasure. I shall refuse to do it."

"You've got to Denny. It will only make things worse if you don't. I know you won't hurt me too much." Jan pleaded with him for some time and the others added their arguments as well. Denny just kept quiet. Jan was very worried. She knew he could be really stubborn on issues of principle. He'd got away with it to a large extent when he defended her but she doubted the head would back down from another confrontation especially if he wasn't in a very good mood.

*****

"If that little shit of a boy doesn't do what he told to, drag him in here and I'll give him such a thrashing and fuck his arse that he'll remember it for the rest of his life." Derek was not in a good mood.

"Okay boss," Jeff answered, "It's bout time his arse had a real hiding. Got away with it for too long." Jeff and Ron were the two most sadistic of the guards on the security staff and the prisoners had already learned to be very careful in their presence.

"Stay out of the way while the others are doing their bit. Leave the twins till last and if he still refuses to do it, like he said to Chris, drag him here. Don't waste time arguing and I'll show him how he should have done it then give him an arse like hers. I'll watch on the monitors."

A small crowd of staff gathered to watch the event. Ros was there, not because she wanted to see the spectacle but because she hoped to be able to control any excesses her 'children' did. In the short time they had been in the prison, she regarded them as 'hers', the children in her care, that despite the fact she was not that much older than they were. She was also very worried that Denny was going to refuse to beat Jan. "He can be really stubborn and pigheaded at times," she told Nurse Pauline.

As expected the first four boys didn't hit their girls overly hard. Just enough to redden their backsides except for Shelly who asked to take hers across her shoulders because her arse was already tender. Debra made the same request but Quack insisted her wanted to 'tickle her tits'. When Debra refused to turn over, Jeff and Ron stepped in and flipped her then forcibly held her down. "Don't let the little bitch fuck you about boy," Jeff said, "Swing that leather good and hard on them. That will take some of the fire out her mouth and put in on her boobs."

Quack didn't need any further instruction. He crashed the tawse across the girl's sensitive breasts with some force, leaving a broad, painful band across both. Debra screamed and cursed at him but that only incited the Quack to do it again. "That's better boy," Jeff remarked, "Them others hardly touched their girls. Make this one wish she'd offered her cunt to you for the night." Quack did. Five more times he laid the strap in the narrow band occupied by her tits. Crying, sobbing and screaming Debra gently cupped her tits for several minutes before she could stand without support.

"Come to the hospital room Debra." Pauline gently led the girl away.

"Your turn Denny." Jeff offered him the tawse.

"Take it Denny," Jan yelled when the boy folded his arms, "You won't hurt me as much as they'll hurt you."

With his whole body shaking, Denny quietly said, "This is wrong Jan. This is not bonding, it is aggression. We shouldn't be forced to whip each other, to give pain for no reason. No I will not be party to it. I will take what comes even if it kills me."

"It might just do that boy. Come with us." Jeff and Ron dragged the boy without any regard to Jan who had to try and keep up with them.

"So you think you can change my mind again do you Dennis? You think you are above me and refuse to take orders. We'll see what you have to say about that in an hour's time." Everyone in the room could see he was in a rage. "Get the prisoners back to their dorms, Miss Parsons. Leave the door open so they can hear his screams." Rosalind ushered her class back into the boys' dorm.

"Right you pathetic little runt," the head took a cane from the rack and placed it on his desk, "You'll be getting a full dose of this in a short while." Denny could not control his muscles. His shaking became violent and he relieved himself on the head's floor. "Pathetic, really pathetic," snarled the head, "You ought to have been a girl. A five year old would stand up better." Denny could not control himself. He didn't know why, it was just part of his make-up.

"First though, I'm going to do what you should have done. I'm going to give Jan her six with the tawse."

"No! No!" Denny cried out, tears running down his face, "It's me that has to be punished, not her."

"I decide on punishments boy." Turning to two guards that stood by the door, "Hold her over the table and I'll freshen up those welts that seem to be healing so nicely." After only a short struggle amidst more pleading from both Jan and Denny, the two guards had Jan face down across the desk. "Now watch little Denny. Watch and remember because next time you refuse to do this, it will be a dozen for each of you."

The welts on Jan's arse had begun to fade although she still felt them every time she sat on a hard seat. Derek wasn't concerned about them. He wanted to make sure there was no repetition of the boy's defiance. Bringing his arm well back he brought his biggest tawse thundering down on Jan's arse. Her screams would be heard throughout the prison. "Six of yours wouldn't have hurt her as much as that one of mine. This penal tawse is much more severe than the one we asked you to use." Derek laughed evilly at the boy as he brought the terrible strap down again. The onlookers could see Jan's arse swelling and her previous caning stripes showed clearly. Jan's howls reverberated through every corridor but the Head continued to mercilessly thrash the girl. When he finished the two guards had to hold Jan up because she couldn't stand on her own two feet.

Denny tried saying how sorry he was to Jan but she couldn't hear him. He hadn't anticipated that his action would affect anyone else. He expected to be punished and had worried himself almost to sickness over it but to see his girlfriend hurt so badly because of him, he felt like dying.

"Your turn now little boy. You're going to get the same except I shall use this, the No.3 cane. The cane for the most serious offences and then I shall use this." He pulled out his hard prick. "You had a good hard arse fuck boy?" Even those around him were surprised by his vindictiveness.

Denny didn't answer. His mind was still in shock from seeing Jan suffer so badly because of him. He hadn't wanted her to suffer at all. That was the reason for refusing the tawse. Jeff and Ron positioned the shaking boy on the table with his buttocks over the end. Only vaguely did he hear, "Are you ready?" Derek slashed the first stroke hard across the displayed arse. It dug deep into the boy's buttocks. A wide while line appeared which quickly changed to a fiery red.

Denny gave a short cry, his shaking ceased and he lay apparently lifeless on the desk. Ros, who had just returned to the room, rushed out again to find the nurse. She wasn't in the hospital room. "Dammit Pauline, where are you?" she swore to herself. She phoned security. And found she was with Debra in the girl's dorm.

"Well, I'm going to fuck him if nothing else," Derek fumed as he opened the Vaseline jar already to hand. Jan was screaming at him to let Denny alone. "You've killed him! You murderer!" Even the hardened security guards were becoming concerned. "Gag that girl," the Headmaster ordered.

Denny showed signs of waking as the Head's prick forced it's way into his bum hole. "I'm going to fuck you boy and then finish your caning. Your hear that?" Denny only relapsed into unconsciousness again. "Get the smelling salts out of that cupboard," Derek ordered Ron, "Wake him up so he feels all this. It's like fucking a corpse." By the time the salts were found and used, Derek had shot his load.

The boy returned to feel the terrible pain and started shaking and screaming again. "Good," Derek was once again laughing as he raised the cane and brought it down once more. Another line of fire crossed the boy's arse. He raised the cane and brought it down for the third time. Due to Denny's convulsive shaking the stroke obliquely cut across a previous one. It opened a wound and blood flowed. Mad with rage now, Derek struck again and produced another open wound. Denny lay completely still. Jan struggled free and threw herself over him and clung on dearly.

"So you want it as well girl!" Derek shouted and raised the cane. To Jan's amazement it never landed. Tom Simkins, head of security gripped the head's wrist, twisted it until the cane fell and he handcuffed both wrists.

"Put him in a cell for the night until we find out what the governors at HQ want us to do with him." The room now seemed full of guards and two took him away.

Nurse Patterson took over and indicated to Tom to help the girl off the prostrate and limp Denny. She felt his pulse. There was none. "Make a human stretcher and carry him to the hospital. No, don't try and wake him up yet." Jan slumped as she tried to walk. Tom picked her up and carried her along. Pauline hurried ahead. Sarah, the primary first-aider, was alongside. "Face up on the bed," Pauline ordered. "John put those washing-up gloves on an hold that chain clear of his body and yours. Tom you keep the chain clear of Jan's body too and don't touch it. Hold her still." Jan had tried to rush forward and hold Denny. "Have the oxygen ready Sarah, please." Efficiently, the nurse connected the monitoring equipment and the shocker. "Charging 250." She turned and checked everyone was away from the bed. "Clear!" Denny's body jerked; the monitor bleeped.

"We have an output," Sarah shouted and read the figures.

"Oxygen Sarah." Denny was breathing but still unconscious. They now had a little time and could work steadily to relieve the pain. Looking up at one of the older men in the room, Pauline remarked, "We bought that machine for older men in case the girls gave them a heart attack. Didn't expect to use it on a youngster."

"I think we had better get that chain cut now too," Pauline went on but Jan pleaded with her not to do so. "I need that to allowed to keep with him," she said, "And try and keep the stupid bloody sod out of trouble." In the end Pauline had a bed for Jan pushed alongside Denny's. She gave them both a morphine shot so she could work on them without causing too much distress.

Chapter 9. The punisher punished

"I'm so sorry Jan. I never meant for you to get hurt. I just didn't want to hurt you." Denny's voice was weak as he opened his tear filled eyes and saw Jan lying in the next bed.

"Yeah and I'm sorry too, you pig headed little cunt." Despite the words she used, there was no venom in her voice. She stretched her hand to clasp his. "You've been out of it a long while Denny. Nurse gave you a shot soon after we came in and you haven't woken since. I was worried you weren't going to wake up at all but nurse said you'd be all right now your heart was going again. You were dead for a while, you know."

Last night Pauline had two of the hospital beds pushed side by side so that for once, each had their own bed. She left their bodies uncovered so nothing would touch the sorely whipped flesh. "What time is it Jan?" Denny asked.

Jan winced as she tried to move, "Nearly breakfast time. Don't know what is going on. The girls don't seem to have been by on their way to the dorm and I can hear arguing in our classroom. Seems to be a staff meeting or something. Guess you caused a stir again last night. The bastard head wasn't very pleased when the top guard stopped him hitting me with that fucking big cane."

"What happened Jan? I was out of it." Jan told him. Denny nodded and slipped back into unconsciousness again. Next time he woke, Pauline was gently shaking him and holding the straw in a beaker of orange juice to his lips.

"Drink this, Denny. Breakfast will be an hour late but in any case I don't think either of you will be walking to the dining room."

"What's going on Miss?" It was Debra who spoke. For the first time, Denny noticed her sitting on a couch the other side of Jan. Her tits were bruised and covered with cream. "None of the other girls have come back to the dorm and I'm not allowed any further long the corridor than this."

"Staff meeting," Pauline answered noncommittally, "I need to go as well. Jan, if any of you need me press this pager button and I will come immediately. Debra, you must stay here. Security in the corridor won't let you go further along anyway."

"What if we need to pee? I think I might soon," asked Denny.

"I'll show Debra the urine jars and she can assist you in that."

"Urgh!" Debra grimaced, "Why should I do your job after the way Miss thrashed me the other night?"

"Just do it if it is necessary. I must go."

At the other end of the corridor a guard at the door to the boy's dorm announced, "Boys, you've got the girls for a least another hour. Breakfast is going to be late this morning. Girls, you have to stay in here. Use the boys loos if you need to go." All he would tell them in answer to their questions was, "There's a meeting going on in your classroom and you are to keep away. Settle down again and enjoy yourselves."

Tom Simkins, head of security, stood behind Ros' desk and acted as chairman. He held up his hand for silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, we could argue over this all day but we must make some decisions, decisions I know will not suit everyone. I think most of us are agreed that if we call in the prison inspectors, they could well close this place down and we all, or most of us, would be out of a job. Can we have a show of hands from those who support that view?" Almost everyone raised their hand.

"How many of you support the original concept Derek had for this place? The concept that we educate, discipline and try and get the inmates to bond together as a team and help each other through their difficulties." Various people questioned what was meant by discipline and bonding. They all seemed to view the terms differently. "I asked whether you agreed with the concept. We'll leave the details of the actual terms for the moment. I think you all must have agreed to the idea in the first place otherwise you wouldn't be here." The group was again generally in favour.

"Now we come to the discipline problem. Is there anyone who still believes that Derek was right in thrashing the twins as severely and he did?" Jeff, Ron and one other guard put their hands up. "So," the chief went on, "Most of you agree on the need for discipline, corporal discipline, but not to the extent we saw last night." For another half-hour, Tom led them through a series of arguments, counter arguments and votes until they agreed to limit the punishments to those given by the medium tawse already in use. The cane and penal tawse would be reserved for serious offences and its use supervised by at least two senior members of staff. They decided to leave the Sunday tawsing in place but after next week to use a lighter tawse and reduce the number of strokes to four for an experimental period.

"I think most of you believe that Derek should not be allowed to get away scot-free. He completely lost control and had he not been stopped could have killed those two kids. If that happened, there would certainly have been an inquiry especially as that boy seems to have been put here by the very top brass and they are probably keeping a close eye on him. Most of you have seen the state the twins are in now and it will take them a long while to recover. Right Pauline?" Pauline gave her assessment of their injuries but couldn't hope to say what their mental problems might be. "I suggest we need to make an example of him, just like he does to the youngsters," Tom went on.

The arguments raged for a while before Tom again called a halt. "Enough! Having heard what you have all said, I am going to propose that Derek is brought into the gym after lunch, stripped and given six strokes of the No. 3 cane. This I know is more that some of you wanted, and less than others. It is what he would have given that undersized boy. The punishment to be given in front of all who are not on duty but not in front of the inmates. That is my proposal, will anyone second it?" Sarah did. It was carried by a good majority. "Three o'clock in the gym then. Those who would like to perform the caning leave their names with me. I'll pull one out of the hat at the last minute when Derek is set up. Pete, can you arrange for a vaulting horse or box for our use please." The coach agreed.

"You've got to be joking Tom! I'll be the laughing stock of the whole prison." Derek protested when Tom informed him of the conditions for his stay.

"Derek, that boy would be dead if Pauline hadn't been so prompt and had the right equipment to hand. Then you could have been facing a murder charge. A murder witnessed by many people. It's only the fact that we quite like it here and want to safeguard our jobs that you're not being hauled in front of an inquiry. You'll have a bloody sore arse for a few days but you'll have your job too although your powers will be somewhat curtailed. Maybe you can apologise and say you had a little too much to drink."

"But I didn't drink." Derek again protested.

"You were drunk with power." The discussion went on for half an hour until Tom stood up and left the cell. "You have until three o'clock to come up with an apology and a story."

"I do really need to pee, Deb and I don't want to wet the bed again."

Reluctantly Debra got the urinal jar and placed Denny's cock in it. "I suppose this is all part of our education," she quipped, "Learning to hold a piss pot for a boy. Some education." She smiled ruefully as she grabbed a tissue and wiped his cock. A pang of jealousy went through Jan but she kept quiet. Last night's morphine had worn off and the painkillers the nurse gave her were not as effective but she was told that morphine could become addictive so she wouldn't get any more unless the pain got worse.

"I'd better go too, Deb. You need a complete education in piss collecting," Jan said and was surprised when Debra spent a little more time than necessary in getting the bottle in position and wiping her thoroughly afterwards.

Only ten of the class attended Ros' lesson that morning. She allowed them two at a time to visit the twins and let Debra sit with the front of her shift open so the material didn't rub her inflamed tits and gave her permission to sit as far from Quack as possible. There was speculation amongst the class as to what had happened to the headmaster but none of them knew or could find out from the screws. When he didn't appear for lunch and the atmosphere in the dining hall was extremely quiet, they guessed something was afoot but no one would say anything. "He will be out of circulation for a day or two," was the most they gleaned.

"No gym exercises this afternoon," coach informed them, "Track suits on straightaway, you're going up top." Debra pleaded to be allowed to stay because she didn't wish to put the rough fabric of the top on her breasts.

"They're still very sore," she whined but coach just told her they would be sorer still if she didn't get a move on.

"Patti!" Tom announced opening the paper he'd drawn from the box. All the off-duty staff now assembled in the gym, stood watching as Patti picked up the cane. With some apprehension she stood by the naked headmaster draped over the vaulting horse, his hands and ankles tied securely to the legs. At the moment he was silent but he'd resisted strongly when brought from his cell and forcibly undressed before everyone. The sight of that terrible cane on a nearby table momentarily panicked him and he tried to escape but escape was impossible in this place especially when surrounded by so many officers and staff.

"They're here just to see me humiliated," he told himself and resolved to try and show some dignity. Dignity he didn't feel. At the sight of that cane, the long, thick punishment No. 3 cane, his resolve vanished. Like many others in positions of power, he was very brave when dishing out punishment but quite the coward when receiving it. He knew it would cause extreme pain and now he was going to feel that pain for himself.

Patti swung the cane through the air to get the feel of it. It was heavier than she expected but she was a powerful girl. She'd never used a cane before but had watched as Derek wielded one on Ros' arse. Her mind recalled the sight of Jan's arse when she was caned the first time and the indelible picture of Denny unconscious and in fact more or less dead as she helped carry him to the hospital with his arse bleeding. "For them, I must use it well," she muttered.

Apart from a little whimpering from Derek, the gym was silent. Taking her stance to the left of the headmaster she swung the rattan swiftly and hard. It brought a deafening scream from Derek. To his utter embarrassment he pissed on to the floor. He was no better than little Denny. A few giggles came to his ears. Derek yelled and swore. "You get extra for swearing young man," Patti told him in a voice that tried to mimic his. She brought the cane down again and elicited further howls and screams. "Perhaps at this point we should get someone to rape his arsehole," Patti suggested, "Anyone care to offer?" Although several of the guards were known to be gay, no one stepped forward.

Not wishing to cross the welts, Patti laid the next two a little lower. Now his arse was decorated with three widely spaced stripes and one that almost touched one of the others. Patti's aim was not that of a professional. Derek wished he could pass out like the boy but his pain threshold was much higher and although he felt sick, he was not going to faint. On hearing the swish of the fifth stroke, Derek moved slightly and the tip of the cane did indeed cross one of the other welts and brought a trickle of blood. Pausing, Patti asked Pauline, "Do you wish to wipe that away. I'm trying not to cut him but he moved." Pauline did.

"One more," Patti announced and then again mimicking Derek, "I think we'll have to make that a really hard one."

"No, no more you bitch! Please no more Patti, no more. You've cut me up enough already." Derek was going frantic with the pain. No dignity now, the cane had reduced him to a grovelling wretch.

"One more," Patti repeated, "And then perhaps the staff can decide how many extras you get for all this swearing you've been doing. You would have awarded extras wouldn't you Derek?" she taunted.

"NO!" Derek yelled and moved violently. Patti's last stroke badly crossed an earlier one and opened up a wound some two inches long and blood flowed freely.

"Enough," Pauline said and Patti agreed. The cuts were not deep or as long as Denny's but they would need treating. Tom and Patti supported him on his walk to the hospital. Derek felt the excruciating pain as his buttock muscles moved and he began to realise just what his victims had gone through. Naked he hobbled to the hospital room and lay on a bed. Quickly screens were put round him but not before Jan and Denny had a good look at the stripes on his bum.

Derek winced and groaned as Pauline methodically cleaned and dressed the cuts. "They're not too bad, Derek. Only the skin is broken and the bleeding has stopped. They should heal quickly. You'll be able to sit on them in a couple of days if you're careful," Pauline informed him. She gave him a couple of painkillers and a sleeping pill before ushering the others from the room.

Jan slid across on to Denny's bed and they whispered about what they saw and heard. Pauline came as saw them. Jan, you just be careful," she admonished, "Denny's in no fit state to move and I don't want his cuts to break open again. He'll probably be scarred as it is. Hold each other still if you like but no fucking. Understand?"

Jan nodded. "What happened to the head Miss?" she whispered.

"None of your business Jan but lets just say we evened up the score a little," Pauline whispered back, "And be quiet. Don't want him to wake up too soon."

The class returned from 'up top' wet and cold. A strong wind and summer rain quickly soaked their clothing and seemed to chill them to the bone. Even the guards were soaked and radioed to return as soon as possible. Passing through the gym the group noticed the vaulting horse with the restraining straps still in place and the cleaner arriving with a mop and bucket to clean up the piss. "God, I hope they didn't give Denny and Jan another thrashing," Maureen muttered. The guards quickly herded them into the showers and went in with them. Kathy moved under the same showerhead as John, one of the nicer guards, and rubbed herself against him until he had an erection. "Did they thrash Denny again?" she asked.

"I'll want more than a little rub before I answer that, Kathy."

Taking the hint Kathy knelt, took his cock in her mouth and proceeded to give him a very public blowjob. "How about one of you ladies doing the same for me?" laughed George, the other amenable guard. "What about you tender tits? You didn't get yourself laid last night."

Shelly gave Debra a push, "Go on Deb. You haven't serviced anyone yet. Relax and live a little." The others joined in until Debra, still protesting, found herself kneeling at George's feet with her face level with his groin.

"Go on, suck it. It doesn't bite." George smiled and her and added, "And you had better not either."

"What the hell," thought Debra, "It's clean and bigger than bloody Quack's." It wasn't long before first John and then George shot their loads. Maureen swallowed but Deb spat hers out.

When they'd turned the water off and started to dry each other, John spoke. "Okay boys and girls, this is what was supposed to happen. As you know, we were up top with you so we didn't see it either but I guess we'll watch the CCTV footage later. You already know that Derek, the headmaster, damn near killed Denny and seriously hurt Jan last night. Only the nurse saved Denny because his heart stopped but she was able to get it going again. You all saw the extent of their thrashings this morning so I don't need to tell you about them. The staff decided he went too far and that he should have a dose of his own medicine. That's why you had to go up top this afternoon. I don't know any more than that at the moment but you may also be glad to know that for the Sunday tawsings you will be given a lighter tawse."

"That's not fair," Debra protested, "I wanted to get my own back on that sod Quack." Some of the other girls murmured their agreement.

"They're a sadistic lot aren't they John?" George grinned. He always seemed to smile. "You don't have to worry ladies, the lighter tawse will be issued to the boys when next it is their turn. You'll be able to whack them with the same one as they used on you and do it as hard or as lightly as you please. No doubt Ros will tell you more in class tomorrow."

"George?" Deb spoke quietly, "It's likely that I will be the only one in the girl's dorm tonight and I was a bit scary on my own there last night. Couldn't you arrange to visit me?"

"No tender tits. We're not allowed there either but I'm off duty at the end of this shift till eight in the morning, so I can arrange for you to spend the night in my bunk. You may have to put up with John snoring but that isn't too scary." The answer was greeted with catcalls from the group until John calmed them a little and took them to their dorms. Debra though, just thought of it as a way of humiliating Quack.

Chapter 10. The box room

A month later, Janette and Denny were strolling gently, hand in hand, along the track around the island. For both of them, walking over a rough surface was still a little painful and they certainly couldn't run around the track like the others but according to Pauline, they were healing nicely. "I wonder, how long they will keep us here Den?" Jan asked.

"Well I'm certain it will be for a while yet. I can't see them releasing us while our arses are in such a bad shape. They are afraid we'll go to the press and create a furore. They won't want us gabbing about what happened to us or to the head. Maybe it will be until the exams are over and see how well you do with your GSCE's. Getting exam results seems to be an important part of the programme now."

Both well remembered those first few days after the thrashing. Pauline kept them confined to their beds for three days and for another week they hardly left the hospital room and when they did, Jan had to give Denny some support. The head was only kept in two days but he had a proper room and a soft mattress to go to. Before he left and still naked, he had walked around his screen to see them choosing a time when no one else was in the room. "I am sorry for losing control and hurting you so badly," he muttered the apology he'd rehearsed, "I went over the top with your punishment and as you know, the staff here made me pay the price. Things will be a little different from now on. I am so sorry for what I did and will do what I can to help you. As soon as I return to duty, I will arrange for your collars to be removed and you can again lead your own lives."

Jan and Denny both pleaded with him not to do that until they asked for it. Finally he agreed.

Patti came to see them that same evening and then went to Derek. "You come to gloat over your handiwork Patti?" the head snapped.

"No Derek, I have not. I came to see how you were getting on. I did what I had to do, as you well know, and I kept control of myself. You are not that badly hurt and can already get up and get around. You're not really a bad man, but your anger got the better of you and to show you I have no hard feelings, I will come to your room when you are well enough, and spend the night in your bed. You can give me a good prodding with that pole between your legs but not with the cane. In fact you won't be able to get at the cane on your own. The cabinet now has three locks on it with three different keys held by three members of staff one of which is you. The next intake comes in about ten days so you can assert your authority again then.

"You're not going to give me a chance at spanking your arse? Derek questioned.

"Nope. But I will give you a little oral relief now if you feel up to it." The twins heard the distinctive sounds of a cock being sucked off.

Debra had become a little more amenable. Sarah had seen her in the hospital after day after the head's caning, wanting more salve on her breasts. Pauline didn't think it necessary but Sarah offered to put some on just to stop the girl moaning. "Okay, Sarah but let me warn Deb that it will be more than her tits that get massaged if I know you," Pauline giggled, "Sarah likes girls Deb so you let her do it at your own risk."

"I don't mind Miss but maybe it would be better if we went to the dorm where there's less people watching." In fact they ended up alone in Sarah's room and she spent the night there and many nights after enjoying the delights of lesbian love. Kathy occasionally went to Quack's bed but generally he slept alone. On the Sunday, Debra really took her revenge on his chest and afterwards Maureen managed to negotiate an uneasy truce between them. Each gave the other relatively light strokes of the tawse on the backside or shoulders. Pauline forbade any tawsing of either Jan or Denny stating that it could have detrimental to the mental health. They had already suffered more than necessary.

"I know things are much better now than they were at first and with the new intake there are more students to keep the guards attention but in some ways this is worse than prison. At least in prison we knew how long we were to be held and the screws don't slash people with leather straps. I know I'm getting on better with school work but I'm not sure if I'll pass anything and if I don't will I be here for another year until I take the next lot?" Jan was quite concerned.

"I don't know Jan. No one does. They've started me on a three year Open University degree course so I could be here longer than you." Derek had indeed arranged for him to take the course and even allowed him access to a computer but one of a limited number of staff had to be present before they allowed him an Internet connection. So far there had been no mention of whether or not he would be allowed to attend the two week long summer school that was an integral part of the course. Jan was utterly confused by what he did, but Denny still helped her with her work. Ros quickly gave up making him do her class work.

It was a Saturday in early August and Ros decided the weather was too nice to spend the morning in the underground classroom. "Bring your work and we'll do it in the sun," she told them. Denny pleaded he needed to work on the computer but would look after Jan so the remaining ten went up top. Ros had no qualms about leaving the pair. They were almost a husband and wife team now and one looked after the other. In any case, security would monitor them.

At mid morning break Ros told the group she they could stay up top but she would have to get stuff for the next lesson and would bring a trolley with their tea back with her. "They should be alright but keep an eye on them," she told the guard as she went below. Only one guard could be spared that morning but in general the class didn't cause any trouble and the control centre would monitor them. Only Debra and Quack didn't seem to get on with each other. It was partly because they were the odd pair. All the others had formed semi relationships with each other even if they swapped around a bit but Quack always wanted to see people hurt especially when the victim was a girl and Debra's sharp tongue and cutting remarks about his prowess caused a lot of friction. Usually the others were able to contain it but occasionally there was a verbal outburst from the pair that included threats and both ended up feeling the tawse. This only fuelled their enmity,

During break the group split up and some went behind the remains of an old stone wall to pee. For some reason, although when below ground and using the same toilet facilities, it didn't bother them to pee in front of one another, out in the open they seemed to require at least a minimal amount of privacy. Seeing Debra go round the end of a building to pee, Quack took a longer route the other way and surprised her. He approached her quietly from the back, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the ground. "Now I am going to fuck you bitch," he hissed. Debra thought otherwise and a full-scale fight ensued. Punches and kicks were thrown until the guard separated them. He radioed for help and the pair were taken down below in handcuffs. Debra had a black eye and bruising to her body; Quack had scratches to his face that were bleeding, a bite on his arm and a painful pair of balls where Debra had kneed his groin.

"Oh no! Can't I leave you two for a few minutes?" Ros said to them as she passed on her way back. The guard gave her the story. "I just hope Derek doesn't blame me this time," she said to herself as she remembered the first day they were here.

"What am I to do with your two," Derek barked when the pair were thrust into his office, "You've been at loggerheads with each other ever since you came here. I'll obviously tan your backsides well but I doubt if the other officers will deem your behaviour warrants the use of the cane and that won't really solve your attitude problem either. Put them in a cell for now. No wait. Strip them and take them to the cleaner as ask her to set them a cleaning job somewhere. Get Tom to issue her with a tawse and for her to use it freely if she has a problem with them. No lunch just a glass of water each."

"Yes Sir," the guard acknowledged.

"Oh and John, you realise you are partly to blame for this."

"No Sir. I was on my own. Should have been two of us Sir. I couldn't be everywhere Sir."

"But you did have your eyes rather fixed on what Brian was doing with Maureen's tits. I've already watched the footage. Tom will be arranging for your arse to be reddened later too."

"But Sir…"

"No buts. You should have kept a sharper eye open. The tawse will help you to remember next time. It is only the tawse John. Nothing that will put you off work afterwards." The Headmaster gave a little chuckle. "It's no more than the kids will be getting."

Ros nervously entered the office. "Come in Ros, sit down. I just want to discus with you what to do with that pair of misfits in your class." Derek was smiling but Ros was not sure if that was just a softening up prelude to her getting the strap. She was a little reassured when he went on, "Ros this time I am not blaming you. You tried to give the kids something different but they abused the privilege. I've got them on fatigue duty at the moment before I decide on their punishment. I've already decided to give the a dozen with the tawse for the offence but what we need to do is to get them to stop baiting each other. You know them better than most. Any ideas?"

"Well Derek what about twinning them. I know Denny and Jan were a totally different case and I wouldn't want these two put together like that. I'm sure they would do their best to disrupt every lesson and every activity. Why not cuff them wrist to wrist out of school hours, say from eight in the evening when homework is done till they have gym in the morning. Perhaps isolate them from the others then too."

They thrashed the idea around for a bit and decided to implement it. Debra and Quack would be kept naked during that time and at weekends; they would sleep in a cell on their own and would be put on fatigues whenever practical. Quack would be forbidden to rape his partner although they would have to sleep on the one hard bed in the cell. All activity in that cell would be monitored and recorded. Alternate wrists would be cuffed each evening. Both were right handed so every other day they would have the use of their best hand and that one would be in charge of the other. The punishment would last until they were seen to be co-operating with each other without discord.

Quack and Debra were on their knees cleaning the boy's toilets when Derek sent for them. The back and buttocks of both bore signs of having received attention from the tawse. Janet, unused to have the power to punish others, took to heart the headmaster's request to use it freely when the pair starting complaining loudly at having to do her work. "Are they coming back George?" Janet asked when the guard came to collect them.

"Dunno," George replied, "I was just told to cuff them together and take them to the head as soon as they were finished what they were doing." He waited for them to finish cleaning the urinals they were on and ordered them into the shower. "That bleach you use smells pretty bad," he remarked to the cleaner.

Ten minutes later the pair handcuffed together arrived in the Head's office. Both expected a hiding and each blamed to other for their predicament. Derek cut short their excuses and complaints. "First you will each get a dozen with the tawse. I guess you expected that, but we have decided that would punishment only for the fighting and would do nothing to cure your belligerence towards each other. Afterwards you will be taken to a cell, cuffed like you are now and left for an hour to contemplate the remainder of your punishment. That cell will be your home for the foreseeable future when you are not in school or on fatigues." He dictated the rest of his plan for their life in the prison until they learned to live harmoniously together. Both were utterly shocked and started to protest vehemently until Derek had them gagged. "Place them side by side across my desk and make sure their bodies touch each other closely," Derek ordered the two guards.

As soon as he was satisfied they were in the position he wanted, Derek lashed the belt across Debra's arse and then walked round and gave the same to Quack. Unfortunately for the pair the tawse was longer than the distance across each arse so with each stroke the tip bit into the neighbouring bum cheek, thus each got more than their dozen but gagged they couldn't complain.

By the end the pair were sobbing and groaning into their gags. Their arses a livid painful colour. "Take them to Cell five, remove their gags and leave them for an hour. You can then let Pauline treat their bums and then bring them back here for work detail." The guards led and half carried the pair away.

"Have you any jobs a handcuffed pair might do Bob? Derek asked the caretaker, "Cleaning toilets might be just too awkward."

Bob thought for a moment, "Well there is that room where we threw all the boxes and junk while we were setting the place up. It's a right mess and you can hardly get into it. You thought it might make a games room but we never got round to do anything about it and with the new intakes it's got left. They could try and clear that and perhaps paint it out with yellow emulsion. We've plenty of that colour."

Both went to view the room. As Bob had indicated, it was completely full of boxes of all shapes and sizes. "If they open those boxes they will fold down flat and we can put them on the next boat back to the mainland for recycling," Bob said. Derek agreed it could be an ideal project for the two. It would be dirty and dusty and they would have to wear their trainers because of sharp pieces of plastic and strapping on the floor but it wouldn't matter if they didn't have clothes. A shower would get them clean. Having their hands in cuffs would be a great inconvenience but not an insurmountable problem if the co-operated with one another.

"This is all your fault you fucking cunt," Debra started ranting at Quack, "I only went for a quick piss now I'm sodding well tied to you for God knows how long." That started another acrimonious exchange. Finally both felt the need to lie down. They couldn't sit with comfort and had to lie face down side by side on the single bed. It seemed only minutes later they were collected and forced to hobble to the hospital.

It was Chris on guard duty and Debra knew he was friendlier than most so she tried to wheedle him into releasing the cuffs. "Sorry Deb, more than my job's worth. Headmaster's made the decision. I know how you two feel about each other but you may find the cuffs are less painful if you hold hands. That way you won't keep digging them into your wrists." Both knew he was right but neither would make the first move. Pauline treated their bums put salve on their wrists too, "If you two don't hold hands, those metal cuffs are going to become very, very painful. The skin is raw now. I will try and get the headmaster to allow leather cuffs if we have any but for now holding hands is your best answer." Despite murmurs of discontent from the pair, Pauline put Debra's hand in Quack's and clasped them together. "That wasn't too difficult now, was it?" she asked.

"Look on this as your project," Bob told them as he opened the door to the storeroom, "Your spare time project." The pair faced a wall of assorted cardboard boxes thrown in higgle-de-piggledy, some crushed, others whole and between them a mess of assorted rubbish.

"We've got to clear that?" Debra was horrified. "With one hand? When we can't move for pain?"

"One hand each," answered Bob, "And yes, regardless of the pain. In fact Chris has been ordered to add some more if you don't work. And these shoes are all you'll be wearing except there is one of these gloves each for when you have to handle sharp stuff." He went on to explain how they were to flatten the boxes and where to put rubbish. "There may be some things that require tools you don't have. Well I've put together a small toolbox to which Chris has access. He is only allowed to help you if it is absolutely impossible for you to do it."

"It's an impossible job Deb. It will take weeks," Quack remarked. Debra started to weep with despair. The pain in her arse, the soreness of her wrists and the mammoth task were too much for her. For a moment Quack forgot his enmity for the girl and pulled her to him and let her cry on his shoulder.

Chris gave them a few minutes and quietly said, "Just take one box at a time. Work out a way of opening and flattening them between you. I will help where I dare but we are all being watched as you well know." Slowly and painfully they started to clear the room but at the end of an hour, the number of boxes flattened was still pitifully small. Chris only helped get things they couldn't reach. He noticed their wrists becoming more and more raw. "I'm taking you back to the nurse," he said, "I'm sure no one intended for your skin to be rubbed through."

Pauline agreed and wound crepe bandages around the affected places and then proceeded to bind the two wrists together with more bandages. "No need for the cuffs now Chris." She said, "I'll go and clear it with Derek."

"They have either got to have proper soft cuffs or have some sort of protection on their arms under the metal cuffs," Pauline told the headmaster, "The bandages hold their wrists too rigidly for what they are supposed to do but they will suffice for now."

"Pauline, I accept what you say but I doubt stores have any in stock. Maybe I'll ask Sarah. I think she uses them on Ros sometimes. You're right, we didn't anticipate that problem. They seem to have made a start though and Chris seems to get on well with them. I'll see if Tom can assign him to the project. If Chris wants it of course."

"Do we get dinner tonight or are they going to starve us?" Quack asked, "We missed lunch and I'm starving."

Chris radioed for instructions. "Yes, you are to shower and dinner will be sent to your cell. I get an hour and a half off before I collect you and start again."

Eating caused another problem. They still didn't feel like sitting down and to eat one handed with someone pulling at the other, nearly caused another fight. Deb though managed to control herself and suggested they each cut their food up on the plate and then both could eat with a fork.

The evening was again spent in the 'box room' so by bedtime they were pretty tired and a little aggravated. "We could take these wet bandages off," suggested Debra when they'd had a shower.

"What with everyone up there watching, we'd only get another hiding. Don't be a fool Deb."

While they were debating Pauline entered the cell with Chris was behind her. "Let's get those bandages off," she announced and then showed them the leather cuffs that would replace them. "I've only borrowed these until we can get some in stock so you mustn't get them wet, but they should be more comfortable than the metal ones and less restricting than my bindings." She examined their chafed wrist and put on more salve. "These are padded and should be more comfortable. I'm going to put them on the other wrists and Chris will take them off before you go to gym in the morning. They'll get put on again after breakfast. Tomorrow is a Sunday so it will be a working day for you." The pair watched as she clipped the padlock and once more the pair were linked.

"Don't you dare try and rape me," Debra hissed. From the way they were cuffed and the size of the bed, they perforce had to sleep face to face. "Rape is a caneable offence so you could end up with an arse like Den had."

"I know, I know. You've told me that a thousand times already," Quack replied wearily, "But cuddling ain't rape and that's all I'm doing."

"Yeah but I can feel that prick of yours getting hard against my belly."

"It ain't in your cunt so it ain't rape."

"Yeah as long as it stays out." Bickering, they eventually drifted into sleep.

Quack woke. It was still night; the blue light was still on. Debra was crying. He pulled the girl tightly to him and kissed her forehead. Her body was trembling, her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock was hard and tight against her stomach. Oh how he would have liked to stuff it in her but he dare not. She only had to yell the dreaded rape word and the guards would burst in and his life would be hell again. Neither spoke but Debra continued to sob gently even though she knew he was awake. The proud, arrogant girl was reduced to being a fearful young girl. Quack slowly massaged her back with his free hand. It seemed to comfort her. Rightly he guessed it was all getting too much for the teenager. It was almost too much for him. The imprisonment, the tawsing, the box room work, and being linked to him had finally gotten to her. Glancing at the digital clock set in the wall he noted it was still only 3:27. Long time before breakfast. Quack kissed her again, this time on the cheek. He tried to kiss her lips but she turned her head and whispered, "No, not yet. Just hold me, please."

Quack pondered on the 'not yet'. Did it mean she might eventually give in to him? Or was she just a prick tease? Or a lezzie? He knew of her nights with Sarah, she'd taunted him with what they had done together. But she'd also slept with George. What if she wasn't teasing him, perhaps if he played his cards right they could be like the twins.

Slowly Deb's crying eased. "Better now?" Quack asked. "We'll get through it. This can't last for ever."

"I 'spose not," Deb sniffed, "Just seems like it." Both fell silent for a while. Deb moved to try and ease the ache in her arse. In doing so Quack's cock moved against her belly.

"Your arse ache bad?" the boy asked and when she nodded, yes, "Would you like me to rub it? I'll be gentle. It will be easier for me to reach it than for you." Again Deb nodded. He slowly and methodically rubbed the swollen arse cheeks. Without asking, Deb started to return the service. The massage marginally reduced the pain but it also started to arouse her. "Perhaps I should let him," she thought, "Just wonder if the pain will be too great. And I won't be able to cry rape. Those watching up there will say I egged him on. With only this thin sheet they can almost see everything we do." She lay still for a while.

"Quack?" His hand still softly caressed her bottom so she knew he was still awake, "If I let you put it in, will you promise to pull out if the pain is too much? I won't be able to lie on my back."

"Nor will I Deb. I'll be careful. Promise. You're not going to yell rape, are you?"

"No. I promise."

With a few cries when their stiffened buttock muscles moved Quack was able to insert his prick into his partner. "Hold still a minute," Deb begged, "This is not the easiest position to fuck. Let me adjust my bum a bit." A minute or two later she gave him the go ahead. For the first time since they'd been in the prison, Quack got to fuck her. Much as he wanted to ram it in, his common sense told him not to. If he hurt her now, he would hurt himself and probably never get to fuck her again. He came and left his cock inside her thinking it was easier than to move and pull out. Deb didn't seem to mind. Still clasped together, they drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 11. Release

"I should grab a pillow each from the boy's dorm," Jan advised Deb and Quack when they met on the way to breakfast next morning.

"I'll get them," volunteered Quack. This surprised both Jan and Denny but they said nothing.

Over breakfast eight of the class discussed the Debra and Quack box room project. "Why don't we all go down there and help?" suggested Jan. "It could be a laugh. You can tear yourself away from that computer of yours of a few hours can't you Den?"

"Well, I really ought to…"

"Yes, he can," Jan cut in and the others laughed at the twins. It was as if they were an old married couple.

"I don't know if they will let you." Debra looked doubtful. "I think they wanted us to punish us for not getting along."

"All this bonding crap," Quack added. "Sorta like you but with our hands tied."

"Which hands are they cuffing today?" Jan asked.

"We're going to ask Chris to do the same ones last night because our other wrists are still sore from the metal cuffs."

"So you are going to be boss lady," remarked Jan when she noted Debra's right hand was free. "So if we come to you and you sorta employ us but still remain in charge they might go for it. We'd all be bonding."

"It's filthy in there and we have to work naked except for trainers, to keep our dresses clean. You'd need to do the same." Quack thought that might put them off.

"That shouldn't be a problem except having all us girls naked will get Chris horny. This place is almost like a nudist camp anyway." Jan and Denny got up, "I'll organise the others. You two go and get started and then we'll just turn up and you can tell us what you want done."

"You're not just going to come and laugh at us are you Jan?" Debra sounded doubtful.

"No Deb. Definitely not. Denny and I have been through it too. Been there, done that, got the Tee shirt as they say. See you later and remember you are boss lady," Jan replied seriously.

Sleepily Ros picked up the phone. "Derek here. Ros, can you go to the storeroom we set Donald and Debra to clean? Chris has just informed me your whole class is there and helping them. I've looked on the monitors and they're all naked and a lot of activity clearing boxes and rubbish. It's not how I intended it but if they're working together and the two D's are not just being idle, maybe we can allow it. Use your own judgement."

Ros put the phone down and turned on the monitor and while she pressed the remote to find the right channel for that room she pondered what was happening and why Derek had sent her instead of going himself. "He probably doesn't want to be the spoilsport who stops their fun. Damn the man, the one morning I get to lie in, I have to go and sort my kids out. Damn the young buggers." Donning her housecoat on top of her pyjamas grumpily she walked along the corridors to the room.

"Morning Miss," Taffy greeted her cheerily, "You come to help too? You have to go and see the boss lady if you want a job." Taffy pointed to Debra. For the moment Ros ignored the boy but watched the scene for a few minutes. It all seemed chaotic. Naked bodies moving in all directions but soon she could see that work was being done albeit it not too efficiently. The room was now half-empty and on a trolley by the door was a pile of flattened boxes.

She turned Chris. "Are you happy with this? Did you organise it?"

"No Miss. Jan brought the whole class here just as I got the pair started. Derek must have been in the shower because I couldn't contact him at first and when I did get through they all seemed to be working fine. So, yes, I am happy enough with what's going on and you don't often seem them enjoying work this much."

"Come and join us Miss," Taffy repeated his request but you'll need to get your things off first otherwise they'll get covered with shit."

"I think you meant to say 'dirty' didn't you Taffy?" She could see from the black smudges on his body how dirty the work was.

"Aw Miss, it's not a school day."

Deb looked up in surprise as Taffy brought a naked Ros to her. "Miss wants a job, boss. Can you find her something to do? She's got her work gear on," he said.

"You really want to help Miss?"

"Well I would rather have been in bed but since you lot have made me get up, I might as well do something useful."

"And by the looks of things, Chris would have rather been in bed with you Miss," Taffy chipped in noting the bulge in the guard's trousers.

"That's true too," laughed Chris, "But I'm having to work too. Got to keep an eye on you."

"And on Miss too," Taffy quipped.

Throughout the morning the class worked mingling fun with business. Giggling, laughing boys and girls feeling each other when the opportunity arose and crying in mock reproof when a hand managed to hold a nipple or the end of a cock. By lunchtime the place was completely clear. "I think we can pack up and shower now," Ros remarked.

"You can't go until boss lady says so, Miss." Taffy was again by her side and paraphrasing her own words. He'd been there for almost the whole morning. "He definitely fancies me," Ros said to herself. "He keeps getting a horn on but so does Chris although his isn't as obvious." Out loud she said, "Miss Debra, may we pack up and shower now please?"

They all went to the gym showers. "You need one too Chris. The dust we made had got to you too. Get your gear off too and join us," adding a whisper only he could hear, "And I want to see what makes that impressive bump in your pants."

"I'm off duty after lunch, I could let you have a closer look then."

"Miss?" Quack spoke. "Would you ask the headmaster if we could have the afternoon off Miss. The room's clear and we don't know what else to do and the work has made our arses sore."

"I'll ask Quack, but no guarantees."

"And Miss can you ask if we can be with the others instead of being shut away."

"Was it a case of if you can't beat them, join them, Ros?" Derek asked

"More or less but it was quite fun too. All those bare bodies rubbing against each other and trying to work and play a bit too. They did very well and got on together. Deb surprised me in the way she handled it. I know Jan was the power behind it all but Deb took her part and did what she could. I was also surprised by the way her and Quack moved together with their hands clasped. They even washed each other in the shower."

"And they screwed last night. Quite gently according to control. No cries of rape either. Yes, let them have a free afternoon. They'll have to be cuffed and in the cell tonight though. Ros? Would it be an educational idea to let your group decided how we set the room up as a games room?"

"I think I will just have to get my own back on you for teasing me and that young Taffy this morning, Miss Parsons," Chris chuckled, "I know you've had these on before." Chris held up the wrist cuffs used to bind the two D's. "Maybe my hand will be a little harder than Sarah's." Ros was lying on her own bed hoping Chris would fuck her long and hard. She hadn't expected Chris would wish to spank her first but maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"Sarah's hand is quite hard enough for me, thank you very much and her after care is extremely good." Ros acquiesced when Chris placed the cuffs on her wrists but didn't lock them.

"You were a very naughty girl this morning," Chris went on, "You quite shamelessly showed your body to all those impressionable children, you swung your tits in their faces and flaunted your cunt. Was it the girls or the boys you were trying to entice?"

Getting into the mood of the game, Ros replied, "Both Sir. Sorry Sir."

"Well the next time you show your botty to everyone it will be a deeper shade of red." Chris sat on the bed and pulled Ros across his lap. She felt his hard prick against her belly button.

"I'm sorry Sir. Don't hit me too hard Sir. I won't do it again Sir." Ros falsely pleaded. She guessed he could see her cunt was dripping. The first blow landed on her right cheek and caused her to give a little cry. His hand was certainly harder than Sarah's. She tried to relax ready for the next one. Twenty strokes later, Ros was fighting to hold back her tears and Chris could see she'd had enough. It wasn't supposed to be punishment, only erotic foreplay. The final blow landed so gently she hardly felt it and then his hands rubbed both tender bum cheeks before making their way between her thighs. "Fuck me now Chris please," Ros whimpered. Chris was ready too and speedily turned over and thrust inside but after only a few strokes he came. Watching the kids in the morning and the giving the recent spanking had aroused him far too much.

"Don't worry Ros. It will soon get hard again and then I can pleasure you fully. It will harden quicker if you suck it." Under Ros' ministrations, the semi-hard prick soon became fully engorged and found its place within her. Chris now used his hands to knead her tits until the nipples stood out hard and proud. His mouth seized them while his cock plunged into her with long, hard, methodical strokes.

"Oh my God, Chris. Do it like that! Fuck me hard. Oh, I'm coming. I'm coming." The climax was soon over but Chris continued thrusting until after Ros yelled at the third orgasm, he came for a second time.

"Knock, knock" Taffy entered without being invited. "Sorry Miss, I thought you'd be alone."

Ros pulled the sheet up to cover her and Chris although she didn't really know why. "What did you want Taffy?"

"I thought if you was alone Miss we could…"

"Shelly turned you out then?"

"Sort of Miss. She's on her period and is a bit grumpy."

"Well if you don't mind seconds, or rather thirds, get that dress off and join us. Chris won't mind and it might arouse him again. Even with her previous climaxes, Ros still felt horny and told herself that perhaps she had overly teased the boy earlier.

Sex was on the menu in the boy's dorm too. Maureen was coupling with Brian but Sally and Kathy had swapped their usual partners. Shelly sat alone on Taffy's bed nursing stomach cramps. She blamed lifting boxes. Hearing and seeing all the sex going on around them aroused Deb and Quack. "Do you want to?" she asked.

"Yes," Quack whispered back, "But won't it hurt your arse?"

Deb thought for a moment, "If I lie with my bum over the end of the bed, you can do it standing up. I'll put my feet on your shoulders like I've seen in some pictures. Should be okay as long as you don't push in too hard." The others stopped and watched. It was the first time any of them had seen Debra being screwed.

Jan and Denny sat in the sunshine and cuddled under the shelter of the rocks. Nowadays they were often allowed up top on their own provided they kept where the cameras could see them. From their vantage point they had a good view of the sea. Today it was reasonably smooth and the gannets were diving ceaselessly into a shoal of fish. "Sometimes I think this would be a nice place to come for a holiday," remarked Jan, "But not to be stuck here for an unknown length of time."

"You miss your folks don't you Jan?"

"Yeah, same as you. It's better now we can get letters but with our letters being censored, it is difficult to say what we want to say." Ros had the job of censoring each letter. They typed what they wanted on to a computer and then before it was printed, Ros went through it with them and deleted anything she felt infringed the guidelines she'd been given. They could write about their education, friends and general routine of the place but no mention must be made of the punishments or the sex they indulged in. Neither of their parents knew the twins were chained together and had been for several months. Denny knew he could bypass the system if he wanted but didn't want to get Ros in trouble if he was caught.

"There's a chopper coming Den. We don't usually get one on a Sunday." They watched as it came closer. "It's not the usual one. It's smaller." It landed on the helipad close to the underground facility entrance and from the flurry of excited activity, it quickly became obvious that the helicopter wasn't expected. Guards rushed up. A woman and a man alighted and held their identification out to them.

"Bloody hell! Not them!" Jan turned her attention back to Denny. It was unusual for him to swear.

"What's wrong Den?" His face had gone white.

"The MI5 bitch," he muttered. "We'll crouch down here for a bit until she's gone below. Perhaps I can avoid seeing her – unless she has come to see me," he added.

Derek arrived and was talking to the woman. "She is definitely the one in charge," Jan commented, "Even Derek seems to defer to her." As they watched, boxes were unloaded from the chopper and taken below. Derek talked into his radio. "I wonder what he's saying?" Denny didn't answer. Jan felt him start to shake and cuddled him close.

A guard came towards them. It was George. "Come on you two, the head and that bossy bitch that's just come in wants you. We thought you were all in the boy's dorm and had to radio to control. I don't know who they are but they seem important."

"I know. The woman is Jennifer Friseman, she's head of Internet spying and he is Harry Severale the chief technician. I know only too well who they are," Denny muttered.

"Cut her free," Jennifer snapped as soon as they were in Derek's office.

"NO!" both Jan and Denny added.

"Dennis," the woman's voice softened a little, " I know the story. I know who she is. I know why she's here. What I need to talk to you about is not for her ears. I am able to free you and offer you a position in my department Dennis but you can keep her as a mistress while you are here." Denny did not have much control of his body at that time but his mind was clear and sharp. If they wanted him to work for them so badly that they'd come all this way, they would either negotiate or force him. Force wouldn't really be an option he reasoned. Even if they took her away from him they couldn't make him do their work at least not in the way they would wish.

"If you wish to employ me, then you have to employ my assistant too." Denny voice was firm but his body showed all the familiar signs of fear Jan and Derek had seen months before. Derek knew better than Jennifer did just how stubborn the boy would be. Jennifer refused to consider it and started to argue and coerce Denny. He refused and Jennifer began to lose some of her coolness.

"Haven't you got anyone to cut that chain yet Derek? She barked. Derek phoned the caretaker. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way Dennis," she went on.

At that moment Ros burst through the door. "What's going on?" she demanded, "What have the twins done now? Who are these people?"

"Ah Miss Parsons the teacher who likes to have sex with her pupils," Jennifer sneered, I'm Jennifer Friseman, head of Communications Surveillance at MI5 and this is my chief technician Harry Severale. I was just trying to woo your star pupil into working for us." She smiled in a condescending way.

Ros looked at Denny and immediately saw the signs. "Take him to the loo Jan and hurry." Turning to Jennifer she railed, "So you know everything about us, about me, and no doubt Derek and the twins. You may know the facts but you don't know sod all about their personalities. You perhaps have a little idea how stubborn Denny can be when he is threatened and you were threatening him. Make no mistake about that. I don't know what you said but when he shakes like that he has been threatened with something he fears greatly."

"She was wanting to separate them Ros." Derek informed her.

Fuming Ros carried on with her verbal attack, "You were as good as holding a gun to his head to make him give up the one thing that matters in his life. Derek's thrashed him until he almost died and he didn't give in. Don't be fooled by that look of fear on his face and the way that his body cringes. He can't control that but he can and does control his mind. I have no doubt it was clear and sharp and analysing your words while he nearly pissed himself. Jan and he are like Siamese twins. Separate him from her and he will surely die. They have been tied together ever since they came and one has protected the other through thick and thin ever since. They've had numerous opportunities to be separated and always they have begged for us not to do it. If you part them, Jan might get back to a normal life again eventually, Denny will pine and pine and slowly die. He will be of no use to you at all. By all means cut the chain but don't separate them. They need each other in a way the rest of us cannot understand. It's something to do with his being a mind genius in a frail body. You saw how Jan just picked him up and took him to the toilet. She's a mother to him as well as a wife and mistress. Separate them and you murder at least one of them. Fate, chance or whatever it was that brought them together, has more than a little to answer for but it won't be chance that causes his death if they are separated from each other. It will be you. If you've got the least bit of humanity in you, don't for goodness sake even think about parting them." Ros glared at the woman sitting uncomfortably across from her.

For a little while there was silence until Derek spoke. "I can confirm everything Roz has said. I have no idea why they have bonded in this way. That was never really my intention. It started more as a punishment. Now he helps her and others with schoolwork and she looks after him in a more physical way. I agree, they should not be separated and will do all I can to oppose it. More than that, I think almost the whole of the staff here will fight you on this. The twins are known and well liked by everyone."

Jan knocked and entered the office, her arms protectively around Denny. "Miss Friseman," Denny started, "I have decided not to accept your job and to remain here as a prisoner until my release. I am sorry if you came all this way for nothing."

All eyes turned to Jennifer who was looking angry at being thwarted but for almost the first time Harry Severale spoke. "Jennifer, I think we ought to consider a Plan B."

Jennifer tried to recover her composure and asked, "Is there a room we can use?"

Half an hour later, Ros, Derek and then also Pauline were called in. It took another hour before Ros went to find the twins. As she expected they were curled tightly against each other on their bed. "We just want to stay as we are Miss," stated Jan.

"That woman is a real bitch Miss," Denny went on, "I was grilled by her for hours before they sent me here. I only did it for a lark Miss and to show up weaknesses in the much vaunted security system."

"We think we have worked out something that might suit both of you. Derek, Pauline and me are all on your side and the bloke with her seems to be that way too so that bitch is having a rethink and will probably put forward the plan we came up with as her idea. Just come and hear it. It won't mean parting you."

"Dennis Chamberman, we have discussed and amended our job offer to you. I don't intend to go through the work we expect you to do in front of these people, suffice to say, it is to do with your speciality, computer hacking. An office will be provided for you here and you will no longer be considered a prisoner. You will be allowed to employ Jan as your assistant but you must as far as possible, keep the details of the work you do secret from her. Again she will no longer be considered a prisoner. During the mornings you may continue your Open University studies unless any work you are doing becomes top priority. Jan will continue her studies here too but as your assistant she will inevitably have access to papers not open to the general public. She will therefore have to sign and be bound by the Official Secrets Act. Okay so far?"

Denny nodded, he wanted to hear the full story before committing himself but Jan asked, "Why have we to stay out here? Why can't we work nearer our homes?"

"Good question. Partly it is because of its geographical placing. It's a fairly high piece of land surrounded by miles of flat sea so the signal strength is good especially as you will be using a satellite link. Secondly its isolation means less people have access to the site."

"Will we be allowed to visit our parents?"

Jennifer looked at Harry who nodded and said, "It will take a little while to install and set up all the equipment so if Ros can spare you for a couple of weeks, that should be no problem. Thereafter you would get statutory holidays."

"Now we come to the question of the chain linking you together," Jennifer went on, "I believe it has become more symbolic than necessary." Denny raised his eyebrows. "There will be times in the future when you cannot been seen to be chained like slaves. That's how the press would see it at least. What we propose is that the collars are replaced by ones having a buckle that is padlocked in place. When necessary the locks can be undone and the collars removed. At other times you will be linked together as you are now if you so choose."

Denny asked a few technical questions but Jan was more down to earth. "Do we get our own bedroom like the staff? Will we get paid?"

*****

Martha, Denny's mother looked up in complete surprise when her son walked through the door holding hands with a girl. "Hi Mum, this is Jan."

"I guessed it might be Den. Hello Jan, Denny's letters talked a lot about you." Martha gave her a hug. "When did they let you out?"

Later lying in a double bed with a soft mattress and no chain for the first time in months, Denny happily inserted his cock into Jan and fucked hard. After seeing others and engaging in communal sex in the prison, he didn't worry that his parents could hear.

Jan nibbled his ear when they finished and murmured, "I hope my mother is as tolerant to what we do as yours Den. Just think, if we hadn't both been criminals we would never have met. And they say crime doesn't pay!"

Finis

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