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NIS Punishment Programme: 3 St. Catherine’s

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Synopsis

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The ruling military Junta changed the laws to give males back their superiority and introduced corporal punishment to curb crime. The changes have their effect on school life. A second sequel to Naked in School Punishment Programme 1: New Laws (NIS PP 1: New Laws).

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Naked In School Punishment Programme:

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3 St. Catherine’s

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by obohobo

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Warnings

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Please take note!

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

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MF NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

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Christmas eve, 2026

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?You’ve changed considerably in the last few months Sally, and for the better too, but those first few weeks were a terrible, painful experience for you, an experience I couldn’t help you with and, even now, I really don’t know the full extent of your suffering. Not just the physical thrashing you had, but the mental torture that went on too. Would you like to tell me about it or is it best forgotten?? Betty and Sally sat comfortably with a glass of wine in front of the fire while, Clive, Sally’s father and Betty’s partner of three months, and David, Sally’s mentor for about the same time, played snooker in the basement.

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?It’s too depressing, Betty. This is Christmas and I don’t want to re-live that first month again. Things are better now. If you want the gory details I’ll loan you my diary when you have an hour or two doing nothing. Daddy’s not seen it and I’m not sure that I want him too as I said some rotten things about him, but he did say to put down my feelings as they were and not gloss over the truth, or words to that effect.?

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Betty took the diary to bed with her that night and started to read.

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Monday August 31st 2026

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Dear Diary Katie (I remember reading a book that used a diary as a personal friend so I’m going to make you my friend and call you Katie. Regardless that Daddy may read it, I’ll let you into my thoughts and feelings, just like you are my secret confidante).

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I looked up in surprise when father asked my mother, older sister and I to go into the lounge after dinner this evening. There on the table were three gift-wrapped parcels, one for each of us. ?Please open them,? Daddy requested. On opening the parcels we found similar wooden boxes, each with a sloping top surface covered with calfskin, green on mine, maroon on Mother’s and black on Jennifer’s. A simple combination lock held the lid in place. Inside mine, nestling in fitted green baize compartments, were a leather bound book inscribed in gold lettering, ?Diary of Sally Pettigrew?, an expensive fountain pen and a container of ink cartridges. Mother knew what the pens were but I’d never seen one before and neither had Jenny and, in fact, we only used a gel pen these days if we needed to write something that couldn’t be done on the comms units. Mother’s parcel also contained one of the new imitation leather straps that had become commonplace in the shops during the last few weeks. Even I could tell the diary sets were hand-made and expensive. ?He questions and complains about the cost of our clothing and yet he buys this stuff for no purpose,? I thought before the three of us started questioning him as to why he bought them.

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?First I must show you my present.? I didn’t like the way he grinned as he opened a long narrow box and knowing the change in laws coming into force in the morning, I guessed it contained a strap like mother’s. I had it half right. It did contain a strap, a real leather one, glistening with oil and with a carved wooden handle. Trust Daddy to buy an expensive one for himself. He smacked it on the table and I winced at the thought of it being laid across my bum but I wondered if he would actually use it. Throughout the campaign to introduce the new legislation to take away most female rights, Daddy had not even suggested he would resort to punishing us and he didn’t then but went on to explain about the diaries.

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?As you are aware, from midnight your status is reduced from being the dominant sex to a subservient role to men, and this applies in the home, at work and at school. In years to come, researchers will look back on these changes with a view to finding out how they really affected the population and maybe these diaries will help them. From tomorrow you will record the events of your day, your punishments, your sex life, the work you do and if it was deemed satisfactory. I also thought that, as we are going back to old-fashioned standards, then you would record the events in the old-fashioned way with a fountain pen and permanent ink on real paper. There are instructions in the box and I’ve put a link on your comms units to show you how to get the best results from them. I will not check the entries at least for some time, so feel free to describe your actual thoughts and feelings about the changes and happenings in your life. I feel strongly there should be a record of how the changes affected ordinary women rather than the politics of it all. You can start using them today if you wish but until midnight, I cannot force you. From tomorrow there will be penalties for failure to keep the diary up-to-date. When the book is full, we’ll hermetically seal them and archive them in the County Records Office.? He spent a little more time answering questions but didn’t budge from his determination that we should complete a diary entry each day or at least every other day. He didn’t say how he would check this.

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When he left and returned to his home office and mother went upstairs, Jenny and I discussed what we would write in the diaries. ?Sounded like he wants us to write about all the sex we have and no doubt there will be more of that when we can’t tease the boys and cannot say no to being fucked. No more crying out ?rape? now. Maybe he thinks the researchers will get horny after reading our journals,? Jenny suggested

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?And they’ll want to know every time we get the strap Jenny and I’ll probably get it more times than you. You always do your work and are fairly nice to him. I only just get by at school.?

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?And you cheat by getting Martin and Peter to do your work in return for letting them fuck you. You won’t have that hold over them this term because the law allows them to have you any way they want if you are in a temporary relationship for more than an hour.?

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?Guess I’ll have to find another way, or maybe get myself expelled from the grotty boarding school.?

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Unbeknown to us, father returned to give us another instruction and standing in the doorway, heard our conversation. I think he came down to say a bit more about the diaries but he quietly remarked, ?We’ll discuss this further in the morning Sally.?

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Dear Diary Katie, it looks like I’m in trouble even before school starts but at least I have you as an outlet for my thoughts and can relate my pent up feelings to you without reproach. I wonder who will next read my words, probably long after I am gone.

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Tuesday Morning September 1st 2026

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Oh, Dear Katie, it’s only midday and I’ve already felt the strap on my arse (I can use my usual terms to you in my Diary and know you won’t be shocked) and I’ve been ordered to write about my experience. Hell, it hurt, what else did he expect?

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Unlike a lot of women, like those wives, daughters or girlfriends we saw on this morning’s newscast, we didn’t get woken up at midnight and thrashed and raped. I heard the fireworks but there weren’t any noisy street parties in our quiet village cul-de-sac and I fitfully dozed off to sleep again. At about 4 a.m. I heard a knocking at my sister’s door and mother quietly asking her to let her in. I couldn’t hear what she said but shortly after I heard them whispering on the way to the main bedroom and then Daddy’s voice shortly after.

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7 a.m. and mother knocked at my door and made me get up and open it. ?I have to take the key now and you must leave the door open all night in case your father wants to visit,? she informed me, ?Get up now and be dressed and ready for breakfast at half past seven.? She left the door wide open and a few minutes later Jenny came out of their bedroom looking quite smug.

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?Surely Daddy didn’t fuck her while mummy was in bed too?? My thoughts about her proved correct and while in the bathroom, Jenny whispered what happened. ?Mummy took me into their bedroom and Daddy told me to remove my nightdress. With the main bedroom light on, he looked and felt my tits and cunt until I became really wet. He then fucked me while mummy played with my tits and I climaxed a couple of times before he did. I enjoyed it and afterwards I had to suck his prick and mummy cleaned my cunt. (We use crude terms when we’re alone) I know she objected to doing it but Daddy threatened her with the strap. We went to sleep for a while with him in the middle until the alarm went off and we had to get up.?

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?I suppose he’ll want me tonight.?

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?I wouldn’t mind him wanting me again.? She hurried into her room to dress while I showered and then went down in my dressing gown, ten minutes later than the time he’d said. I wasn’t worried because I didn’t want breakfast. Daddy didn’t see it that way.

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?I’m sorry to disturb your breakfast Jane,? he apologised and then went on in his polite way, ?Would you mind taking Sally down to the cellar and fastening her to the new bench please? Come back and finish your breakfast and after you’ve finished eating, take your strap and give her ten strokes, hard ones, for the ten minutes she is late.? My protests were of no avail and only served to increase my punishment. ?Jenny, please help your mother with Sally and when the time comes, add five more strokes of your own.?

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Mother seeing me about to add to my protest, hissed, ?Don’t think about it Sally, if he has to help you’ll feel that new strap of his.? Out of Daddy’s sight I did struggle but with two of them, both bigger than me, I didn’t stand a chance and soon found myself strapped down, naked and crying, over the new punishment bench he’d had made.

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They giggled as they fastened the strap across my back and then spread my ankles and thighs obscenely wide and fastened them in place. I knew that I would have no defence if father wished to rape me in either of my holes but it didn’t seem likely that he would even watch. Finally my wrists were pulled forward and locked to rings at the front of the bench. ?Don’t run away,? mother smirked when they finished.

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?Bitch!? I retorted.

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?You get extra for that!? My thoughts that mother might punish me more leniently, began to fade.

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Time dragged and I wondered if they intended to leave me in that uncomfortable position all morning. While the woodwork had been smoothed, no padding was provided and being stretched tautly out, I had difficulty in even moving my head from side to side. Finally I heard their footsteps coming down the stairs.

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?You should consider yourself lucky Sally,? Jenny started, ?We’ve been watching the newscasts and some of the women had terrible thrashings. The husband of one middle-aged woman flogged her back and front and between her legs until she looked bruised all over and then he and her two sons raped her, but of course it’s no longer rape.?

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?And the whippings in the Civic Centre in Morsham were really terrible,? Mother went on, ?They whipped the women back and front while strung up to the ceiling. Each lash curled around the woman’s body and left vivid welts. One girl looked no older than you and when she passed out, they soon woke her up and continued until she had the full fifty. The crowd cheered when she collapsed when they released her.?

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Dearest Katie, I certainly didn’t consider myself to be lucky, perhaps a little less unlucky than they.

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WHAP! Mother laid the first stroke hard across my arse and I knew she wasn’t going to spare me. I yelled and realised why they’d placed the bench in the cellar. The noise echoed around the stone walls but wouldn’t be heard upstairs or outside.

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WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... Slowly and with at least twenty seconds between the strokes, she covered my arse with wide stripes of pain. I screamed, I yelled, I pleaded, but, taking her time, she gave me the full ten and then two more for calling her a bitch. My mind wanted to call her worse names but wisely I held my tongue. Jenny took the strap and gave me her five from the other side and on top of Mother’s the pain seemed unbearable, but finally they finished and after a short wait for me to compose myself, they released me and helped me upstairs.

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Father appeared unconcerned when he inspected my raw arse flesh without actually touching it, but he did tell them, ?Stand her under the shower and then put cream on her bottom and bring her to the lounge. She can stand and watch the newscasts there to see how things are now and what she could receive if she continues to misbehave.?

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The shower and cream eased the pain a little but I certainly didn’t wish to stand and watch others being punished, but neither did I wish to sit down! Worse followed.

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Speaking to Mother, he said, ?When the maid arrives, show her Sally’s bottom and when cook turns up, tell me and I want to talk with you all in the lounge.? Daddy left for his upstairs office while the others started clearing and washing the breakfast things and I stood watching the floggings and sound bites on the newscasts. That’s when I heard the first mention of the mentor system some schools were introducing although at the time, I didn’t think anything of it until Daddy brought up the possibility of my being put in the programme.

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The maid arrived soon after nine and Mummy showed her my bottom and told her that any lateness in future would be punished, as would slovenly and unsatisfactory work. Jenny and I were then sent to tidy our rooms but Mummy forbade me to dress. Although it pained me greatly to move, I reluctantly decided to tidy things a little and, indeed, my room looks tidier than it has done for months.

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Cook arrived at 10:30 and we all assembled in the lounge. When she’d looked at my bum, she folded me into her enormous bosom and gave me a hug. ?You take care Miss Sally,? she whispered. I’ve always got on okay with her and she’d treated me as an adult even when my behaviour has been very immature.

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Daddy had a little speech prepared telling us that none of us were immune from punishment, ?Not even you Jane,? he added to mother. ?As from now, none of you will wear knickers or a bra and whenever practical, you will wear short, loose skirts so that you are ready to service me or receive the strap. Marie,? he addressed the maid, ?You are married and under the new rules, I cannot have intercourse with you without your husbands permission. I shall expect a comms message from him to give that permission before you arrive tomorrow.? We all knew the hint of blackmail in his statement, because her husband had a poorly paid job and they needed the credits Marie brought home. She nodded. I can understand daddy wanting to fuck her because she is an attractive woman with nice tits but he went on and spoke to cook. ?Betty, you are not attached so you will be available at any time.?

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?God Lord, Sir, do you really want to poke a fat lump like me? No one has taken an interest in my slit for years.? The woman grinned and wobbled her flesh. She’s always been able to get on well with Daddy and jokes with him all the time.

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?Maybe sometime I will want a change of scenery, like wide open spaces,? he laughed too.

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?And Sir, I really do need some support for these titties of mine. It’s not that I want to hide them, but without being tied down, they flop everywhere and get in the way.?

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?We’ll carefully examine the problem after lunch,? Daddy answered still grinning and I wondered if he really fancied an older, fat woman. None of us were overweight, not even mother and I’m pretty slim.

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When he dismissed the others, he took me to his office and forced me, with the threat of taking me to the lie detector machine, to relate exactly how I cheated with my grades. ?So the forms you brought home, were really for the work of others and a pack of lies for you??

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Tearfully I nodded my agreement, fearful that I might be in for another thrashing, one that would make my earlier spanking pale into insignificance. Cheating was a far more serious offence than being late for breakfast.

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He dialled the school on his comms unit and asked to speak with the new headmaster, a Mr. Thurlow. He put the call through to my unit too so I could be in on the conversation. After the usual introductions, Daddy explained how I’d cheated throughout my previous year at the school and then asked about the mentor system.

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?I’d only planned on putting one girl from that year into the mentor programme, but after what you’ve told me Mr. Pettigrew, I will discuss Sally’s performance with Mrs. Freeman, the previous headmistress and Miss Kentwell, the deputy head. They will know her whereas I am new here. In general, the mentor programme starts with a severe public punishment for the student and thereafter she remains naked for the entire length of the programme except for the wearing of a blue collar and cuffs. She is only allowed clothing, whether she is in school or out, if the temperature falls below 20 degrees Celsius. We pair her up with a boy in the upper stream of her year to tutor her and in return she has to satisfy him sexually and in any other way. He is allowed to punish her and in fact, she will eat, sleep and live with him 24/7. We will monitor the situation and her progress closely. In a boarding school like St. Catherine’s, that is easier than in a state run, day school. Perhaps I can arrange for her to attend a day school here with another pupil to do a few test papers to check her actual ability.?

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They arranged for me to attend the following Monday. Being a boarding school, St. Catherine’s doesn’t quite keep to the same holiday periods as other schools. The state run schools returned today, we ‘check in’ on Sunday 13th September ready to start work on the Monday. As you can imagine, Diary Katie, I am not pleased with all this and can only hope that I do sufficiently well in the test to save me from the programme and the thrashing that goes with it, or that I would get one of the hunky boys as my mentor but I know most of those I wouldn’t mind sleeping with, are in my stream or the one above and not the A stream.

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Tuesday evening September 1st 2026

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Diary Katie, my life is going from bad to really bad. Daddy called Jenny and I into his office during the afternoon and told her about the mentoring system. We knew that, as a senior A student, she wouldn’t be in it, but Daddy’s thoughts were on different lines. ?Jennifer, from now until she takes her tests, I want you to be her mentor with full mentor rights. This afternoon, get a robotaxi into town and buy another strap, a collar for around her neck and wrist and ankle cuffs. Get any school things you might need for tutoring her and make a start this evening. Even though you are not a boy, she will sleep with you and service you like I know she has in the past, unless of course, I need her.? He warned her not to buy clothes or items for herself. Mother decided to go too but it came as a shock when she had to ask Daddy’s permission. So now I am a naked, collared slave to my sister and she’s already given me two swipes with the strap across my back. Not really hard ones but I can still feel them from two hours ago. I doubt she’ll make a good tutor because if I don’t understand what she says the first time, she gets angry.

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Daddy did more than check Betty’s tits this afternoon. As I lay on my bed this afternoon airing my sore bum, I heard Betty, giggling like a schoolgirl, climb the stairs with Daddy and go into his bedroom. With, as instructed, my bedroom door (and there’s too) wide open, from my position I could see everything that went on. ?I didn’t think I would have that effect on you,? Betty pointed at the bulge in Daddy’s trousers, ?Is it only my tits that you want to check??

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?I might as well check everything while I’m at it,? Daddy replied unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. He threw her enormous knickers in the corner with, ?You won’t need those again while you work here.? He must have known I watched because he deliberately turned her so I had a full frontal view of her bulging thighs and stomach and her dark black pubic hair. Finally he unclipped her bra and let her tits hang down like cow’s udders. He obviously liked them and played and suckled with them for a long while.

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?Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without your clothes Sir?? Daddy prick seemed ready to burst from its confinement. She helped him undress and I new for certain, they were putting on a show for me because she held his prick so I could see before taking it into her mouth. I wondered how long it would be before I felt it inside me. She didn’t suck it for long before Daddy transferred it to her cunt and fucked her hard. ?If this is what happens now they’ve changed the law, I’m glad they did,? Betty giggled and laughed, ?First fuck I’ve had for years and I hope it won’t be the last.?

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?I’m sure it won’t but you have to remember that your bottom might get warmed too and I will wish to try your other hole too.?

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?Oooh, I get to be treated like a real sex slave. Please use me as you wish master.? Daddy came although I couldn’t see it but he offered his messy prick to Betty and she sucked it eagerly and to my surprise, he went down and cleaned her.

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?Time for a swim,? Daddy announced after they’d rested a bit and ordered me to come too.

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?I haven’t a costume,? Betty protested but grinned when she realised that she didn’t need one.

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Laughing and joking we all trouped to the pool room and I couldn’t help joining in their laughter and noticed that Daddy seemed happier than I ever known and frequently cuddled and kissed Betty. Is it because he likes fat women or her bubbly, friendly personality? He felt my tits too but didn’t play with them like he did hers. We swam for a bit and laughed at Betty’s efforts as she forced her bulk though the water. Eventually we came out and lay side by side until Betty said she ought to go and start dinner. We guessed Jenny and mother would return soon.

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Jenny took great delight in fastening the collar and cuffs on me and showing me the new strap and from the way she spoke, she would also delight in using it. I knew I’d need to be careful around her but it wasn’t long before an outburst against her way of teaching, brought a swift reaction and the two welts now gracing my back. We packed up the schooling session about 8:30 and I had to service her by sucking her cunt and clit until she climaxed but she didn’t return the favour. Much to my disappointment, Daddy selected her to join him in bed again, and I could only watch as he played with Mother and her before putting the light out. They didn’t fuck, perhaps because Betty had exhausted him.

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Wednesday evening September 2nd 2026

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Dear Diary, Daddy’s still not fucked me although he’s played with me a bit when I’ve sat next to him. He fucked Mother’s arse this morning much to her dissatisfaction and annoyance. The crack of the strap on her arse woke me and when I peered into their room, Jenny held Mother over the side of the bed and Daddy gave her four really hard whacks. I would not have slept though her yells! He then ordered Jenny to pull mother’s bum cheeks apart so he could force his prick in. She cried out even more when he forced it in and began fucking her hard but he ignored her cries and pleas just saying, ?If you had allowed me to do this earlier, you’d be used to it by now.? Eventually he pulled out and offered his prick to Jenny who sucked it without hesitation. I started to wonder how true her goody-goody image was.

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Marie arrived on time and Daddy immediately ordered her to strip. She only wore her maid’s dress but Daddy considered it wasn’t short enough and made her work naked. He must have received permission from her husband because in front of us, he bent her over the table and fucked her. Mother looked upset but didn’t say anything. I knew she had money enough of her own and could leave him but her lifestyle would be severely curtailed and she could be at the whim of any other gentlemen that fancied her.

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Cook again provided the humour. She’d overly shortened her dress to an uneven hemline and apologised for not being a good needlewoman (?I’m a good cook but I’m all thumbs when it comes to sewing?) but we all had to grin when she bent over and her dress lifted enough to see her arsehole. Daddy opened the front of her dress and instead of a full bra she wore a sort of sling that supported the underside of her tits but didn’t cover the tops and nipples. ?I doubted you would want these dipping into the pie and pudding mixes,? she grinned in her usual way. Daddy started to get an erection again but didn’t fuck her. Perhaps it was too soon after the maid.

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Daddy worked in his office so we didn’t see much of him except briefly at lunch, until after dinner. Meanwhile Jenny tried to tutor me and I began to grasp some of the rudiments but her teaching methods wouldn’t satisfy the standards at St. Catherine’s. Resenting her control over me, I didn’t make it any easier for her by acting more stupid than I really am and making her repeat the instructions several times. She hand spanked my bum at one point but I think it was more for her sexual pleasure than a real punishment.

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Before she went home Daddy took Betty to his bedroom for nearly an hour although we didn’t see what they did, from the noise that came downstairs, they obviously had a good romp. Mother stared at the news on the comms unit while they performed but I doubt if she saw any of the newscasts. Daddy obviously enjoys Betty’s company and the freedom and rapport he has with her, quite unlike the semi-subservience he’s been under with mother.

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Thursday evening September 3rd 2026

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Dear Diary Katie,

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I began to wonder what was wrong that Daddy didn’t want to fuck me. I’m attractive enough to most boys and men and my small body, perky tits and ginger hair, didn’t lack attention before the new laws, and yet my own father preferred the grossly overweight form of the cook. Is it that he hates me? I didn’t think so although in the past, I found myself in more trouble with him than Jenny. He’s felt me several times but then rejected me. Why? It’s not that I’m a virgin and saving myself. Lost that soon after my thirteenth birthday and he knows I had sex to get my grades. Surely he doesn’t consider me too young? I’m over sixteen now and quite experienced.

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My worries were dispelled at 5 a.m. this morning. Daddy came into the room and sent Jenny out (her bed is barely large enough for two let alone three people) and he climbed in and took her place. I’m not at my best early in the morning but I knew what he wanted when his hand massaged my mound and I felt his prick against my thigh. ?Open up Sally,? he whispered, ?I’ve been saving myself for you since Betty left.? Eagerly I did so and wrapped my legs around his body. I wanted him and wanted him badly.

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Compared to some men I’ve seen at the pool and a couple of teachers at school, he’s not overly endowed, but he filled me nicely and I knew why Jenny had that smug look on her face when she came out of his room on that first morning. Fortunately he took his time and I came before he shot his load into me. I continued to clutch him to me by scissoring my legs around his back but eventually we broke apart and just lay and cuddled until the alarm went.

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My life took another turn this morning. Mother ordered me to clear the breakfast things away so Marie could wash the counters and floors. About 8:45 a jingle announced we had a visitor at the door and a quick check on the visitor identification screen, showed Mr. Fleming, an elderly friend and business associate of Daddy’s, standing outside. Being the only one downstairs, I answered the door, fairly unconcerned about showing my nakedness to a man of his age. He appreciated my body more than I anticipated. ?I’ll have to come early again if I am greeted by such a lovely lady. Good morning Sally, please take me to your father.? Having been here many times, I knew he didn’t need anyone to show him the way and he was more interested in seeing my bruised bottom. Deciding to provoke him a little, I waggled my arse as we climbed the stairs; he followed two or three stairs behind and I knew his face was level with my bum. It made me a bit horny and I suspect it did him too.

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?Mr. Fleming to see you Daddy,? I announced when we arrived at the office.

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?Come in James, have a seat.?

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?Where have you been hiding this lovely daughter Clive? Does the collar indicate that she is available??

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?Only to my friends and if we can conclude our business satisfactorily.? Daddy grinned at me, ?Sally, James is an old timer who prefers tea to coffee. Would you mind making a pot of tea for two and bringing it up please??

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Somewhat in shock, I left the room knowing what James meant by, ‘is she available?’ and that Daddy’s reply was only a formality and he would allow his friend to fuck me. It made me almost a prostitute. What would he want to do to me? Would a man of about sixty be able to get an erection? For his age, he certainly had a decent figure with no obese bulge that would hide his prick but I believed men of that age were well past having sex. All these things ran through my mind as I made the tea and arranged the crockery on a tray.

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?Is there anything else Sir??

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?There will be later Sally, but for now, leave us to discuss finances.?

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For the next hour or so, I pretended to study but my mind continually wondered at my new life as a whore to satisfy Daddy’s friends. Mind you Katie, when the time came, James treated me like a lover and not some cheap tart. Yes, I had to work on his prick for a while to get it hard enough to enter, but then it kept hard for a long while and it took ages before he shot his seed into me. Meanwhile I had several good orgasms and when he left, he slipped a 100 credit note under my pillow. That did make me feel like a prostitute but he insisted to treat it as a gift and not as payment for services.

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I had a row with Jenny this afternoon and a painful reminder of who was boss lady. She’d been trying to teach me quadratic equations and I couldn’t get my head round what she said and in the end told her, ?You are utterly useless as a teacher and you are just trying to make me fail this test so you can gloat over me being slave to some nerd. You’re a fucking bitch!? I screamed.

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With that remark she dragged me to Daddy, who wasn’t pleased and being disturbed, and asked to be allowed to take me to the cellar and use the new bench. She explained why and made me out to be worse than I really am.

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?No more than ten Jenny because I feel she is partly right. Not that you are deliberately confusing her, but your explanations are not crystal clear. Afterwards, let her revise on her own but you are to be available if she wants help. It’s in her interest to pass the test.? Ten on top of my still tender bum was bad enough, but I’m certain Jenny would have given me more.

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The bitch didn’t like it either and swung that strap as hard as she could until I was hoarse from yelling. She left me for a while before releasing me and I crawled into the kitchen and took refuge in Betty’s arms. ?Take a cool bath Miss and come back and I’ll put some cream on the welts. Sorry, I can’t help you with the sums and things but I might be able to ease your pain.

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After dinner I went to her again for more cream and she’d just got the tube out when Daddy came in and asked her, ?Are you free for a little fun Betty??

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?When I’ve finished coating this one’s bum Sir. She had it overly hard.?

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?Bring her up to the room, it will be easier to put it on in the bedroom and she might get to see some real loving.?

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I did, Diary, I did. They cuddled and kissed and joked a lot before and after he fucked her and he did it with a gentleness he never showed mother or Jenny. I can only hope that one day, I’ll find a man like him.

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In bed and away from Jenny and knowing Daddy wouldn’t be able to fuck again for a while, I lay on my tummy and wrote my latest entry. I also schemed ways of getting my revenge on Jenny but didn’t come up with a method that wouldn’t get me punishment too.

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Friday evening September 4th 2026

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Dear Diary Katie,

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I’m beginning to get used to this pen now and rather like it. No wonder the calligraphers use them. My writing has improved since Monday and I find comfort in having a secret companion to whom I can express my thoughts.

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Through cook’s efforts and a couple of painkillers, I can sit on a soft cushion and write, unlike last night belly down struggle. I wonder what Mother and Jenny have written.

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Not much to report today. I didn’t get into trouble and I didn’t get fucked, which saved my arse from further pain.

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I pretended to revise but I’m finding it so difficult to concentrate that I’m becoming reconciled to having a mentor at school. With the right boy, that might not be too bad but from the newscasts, the thrashing girls get first is pretty horrendous. Much depends on the attitude of the headmaster and Mr. Thurlow, being new, is an unknown factor.

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Saturday evening September 5th 2026

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Dear Katie,

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Brenda, my friend and classmate, visited today. Her bum had received a strapping but not as severe as mine. Her problem was more avoiding the attentions of her father and two brothers. The boys are twins, eighteen months younger than her and being twins, the family is unusual in have three children when the normal quota is two. As she is young and attractive, all the males in the family want to bed her and so she gets fucked at least six times a day. We talked about our new lives and the upcoming school term and then went swimming. Daddy and Betty joined us and we had a good time, at least until mother turned up and added a sour note to our playfulness. I wouldn’t be surprised if she moves out soon into our holiday cottage on the coast.

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Marie put cream on my welts this morning and spent time rubbing my mound and slit to a climax. I wanted to do it to her but she said that she had work to do and didn’t want a strapping for not doing it. I think Daddy has only fucked her the once.

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Sunday evening September 6th 2026

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Dear Katie my Diary and friend,

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Not much to report again, Daddy came into my room early this morning and, after a quick fuck, we discussed my future and the chances of passing the test. He admitted they seemed slim, but suggested that, with the right mentor, I might get on well. Some of the reports from the state schools where it has been running for a week, are quite good, but there are some anomalies where the students are treated like sex slaves. He promised to have a word with Mr. Thurlow if I failed the test.

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We all took a robotaxi into Morsham this afternoon. Daddy insisted that I remain naked except for shoes. I am more than ever convinced that he believes I will be put in the Naked in School Punishment Programme and this little excursion, a preparation for it. I did see two who were definitely in the Programme because they too were naked and wore blue collars and cuffs. Both had welts across their bums and backs but one was much worse than the other.

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At the town swimming pool and in the park, we noticed many girls and women with bruised bodies and a couple who had obviously been to the Civic Centre for a whipping. Both women were led around by their husbands, no doubt to show their superiority.

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Monday evening September 7th 2026

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Katie, I failed, but not by much. I bitterly blamed Jennifer for not trying to teach me properly but I knew some of it was my own fault although I wouldn’t admit it to her. The other girl, a new student doing an induction test, passed with flying colours so went home very pleased with herself. I sat morosely outside the headmaster’s office while Daddy had a long conversation with him and he won’t tell me what went on either.

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The news came through while I sat the exam, about the terrible ordeal of Ritzi Colbourne from Morsham High School. Daddy told me about how she had been so badly mistreated by the headmaster and her mentor, that she could die. The newscasts today were full of the horror of it but the authorities are trying to make out that it is an isolated incident. As you might expect Dear Katie, it had made me extremely worried over my fate. I think Daddy tried to get assurances that I wouldn’t be treated in that way.

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The late night newscasts are suggesting the headmaster planned it all as a revenge on the girl’s father and that both he and the mentor are under arrest for attempted murder. Daddy suggests that, because of the furore over Mitzi’s case, in the immediate future, headmasters will be very much more careful of whom then select as mentors. I can only hope that is true. To ease my worries, he allowed me to invite Kevin, one of the boys I used to go out with and tease, to spend the night. At least I had someone of my own age to fuck.

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Friday morning September 11th 2026

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Sorry Diary Katie, I’ve not written to you for a few days and after the events of yesterday afternoon / evening I didn’t feel like writing. Not much happened until then and I’d been depressed at the thought of what will happen when I return to school. Daddy’s fucked me a couple of times and Jenny tried to cheer me up with a little lezzie sex but I wasn’t really into it, at least not with her. Daddy and cook still acted like a couple of teenagers, laughing and giggling and fucking loudly and long. It was this that triggered mother’s bad temper and earned her a session at the whipping hall.

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She’s always strongly opposed the change in the laws, and since they’ve been in force, only sullenly complied with them and openly deplored Daddy’s promiscuousness. Through Jenny, who sympathises with mother more than I do, I learned that she tried several times to stop Daddy fucking Betty and indeed, tried to sack her. It came to a head after lunch yesterday when, after a noisy session, Daddy ordered mother to bring them a bottle of wine and two glasses. Something within her snapped when she saw them cuddling and kissing and she threw the wine bottle and glasses at them and then stood and called him all the names she could think of but we’d never before heard her say. Fortunately he caught the bottle but a wine glass cut his cheek. That didn’t stop her attack and only our combined forces, prevented her further hurting him. Daddy ordered me to tie her wrists with a scarf, which I did, and he called the security guards. He went with them and three hours later they returned after a judge had interviewed her while she wore the TEDS machine headgear. He sentenced her to a hundred lashes in the whipping hall and for her to remain naked for a week. We didn’t know that until later.

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After security took mother away, Jenny and I sat glaring at each other but not saying anything. Both of us worried over mother’s fate. Betty kindly brought in a pot of tea but that only caused Jenny to snarl, ?Haven’t you got a home to go to? Haven’t you caused enough trouble??

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I could see Betty was as upset as us but she said with some feeling, ?Miss Jennifer, we can all guess what is likely to happen to your mother and nothing your father can do now will alter that. A woman even if she is his wife, attacking a man, is a serious offence and they are unlikely to be lenient with her. Don’t you think your father will also be upset and in need of comfort too when he sees how she’s been treated? Your mother’s pain will be visible; your father’s will be bottled up inside him. You also know how she has treated him in the past and this is not her first outburst of violence to him. The fact that I gave him a modicum of pleasure these last few days, pleasure that your mother couldn’t or wouldn’t give, only brought forward the inevitable.? I remembered how happy Daddy appeared when he played with her. ?We can only hope the questioning while she is under the lie detector thing, doesn’t ask about the knife.?

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?What knife?? Jenny questioned.

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?Under the cloth on the tray, I found a kitchen knife. If she’d even attempted to use it, she would be serving a long sentence at a prison and you’ve heard the stories of how prisoners are treated since the junta took over. Fortunately Clive didn’t see it and nor did you.? That revelation worried us more until Daddy commed us with the terse message,

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Jenny and I wept, not only had they sentenced Mother to receive the maximum flogging, but she had to endure public humiliation by having to show herself in public for two hours on each of three days.

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?Dry you eyes, girls,? Betty ordered sharply causing me to look up, ?Crying is not going to help your mother. When she gets back she’ll be in considerable pain and the best cream to put on is the very expensive Exothermaline. I’ve only 20 credits in my purse so that isn’t enough, have you any money??

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Daddy had frozen our accounts and Jenny only had a few spare credits but I remembered the 100 credit note James gave me tucked into the back of my diary and quickly got it.

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?Where did you steal that from?? Jennifer asked snidely.

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?I earned it??

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?Don’t squabble girls. Would you mind if we used it to buy the ointment Sally? There may be enough over for you to use when you get to school.?

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Katie, Dearest Diary, that brought back my thoughts on the impending thrashing I would have before being given to a mentor and my depression deepened. ?Maybe you’d better get two jars,? I tried to joke but didn’t succeed. Betty asked Jennifer to check with the new ‘Apoteke’ that they had it in stock and to order a robotaxi to take her to get the ointment and bring her back. ?It’s not safe for two young girls to go to an area like that even if it is still daylight,? she told us.

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?The pharmacist said not to do anything until two hours after the whipping because the spray they put on lasts that long and is designed to allow the whipped person to get home. A little before the two hours are up, give her a sleeping pill, I had enough of your money and mine Sally, to get three so I hope you don’t mind, that will put her to sleep for 8 – 10 hours. After two hours we’re to gently wash off the remains of the spray and apply the cream.? She went on to explain more of the pharmacist’s instructions.

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It seemed a long wait before the taxi arrived and Daddy half carried mother in. I felt sick at the sight of her but tried to think in nurse mode but found it difficult to tear my eyes away from the dreadful state. Vivid deep welts that curled around her sides covered both sides of her body and we suspected she would carry the scars for the rest of her life. ?I wouldn’t have phoned security if I’d known she’d be treated this badly,? Daddy moaned and looked shocked when Jenny blurted out about the knife and then rushed to the bathroom looking sick. Fortunately Betty took charge and, after sending Daddy to his room, we carried out the care instructions and laid her on my bed without any covering. I kept wondering how bad my thrashing would be but I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as hers.

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I slept with Daddy and Betty last night because Jennifer somehow blamed both Betty and me for her mother getting flogged. Slept is perhaps the wrong word because none of us really slept and none of us played or were fucked.

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Saturday evening September 12th 2026

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Dear Katie, We’ve all been in a sombre mood with mother lying and moaning for most of the day. The ointment does help but with such a harsh whipping only the sleeping pills will take away the pain completely and we can only use them once a day. Betty insisted that we make mother get up and walk around but we haven’t taken her outside yet and Daddy has ordered a security woman to take her to the shopping centre tomorrow when he takes us to St. Catherine’s. She will take her on the following two days too. Mother now turns away from the sight of Daddy and Betty, and resents us also. Only Marie is tolerated and may go with her when she moves out which looks like being as soon as she is able.

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I spent a tearful hour trying to persuade Daddy not to send me to boarding school but he is adamant that I will get a better education there and in any case, the state schools started nearly a fortnight ago. The headmaster hasn’t said what my punishment will be but did promise that he would find a suitable boy who will control and tutor me. After the sentencing of Headmaster Burken and Michael French, he’s got to be very careful in choosing my partner. I’m not sure how it will work out in a boarding school environment, all the reports so far have been from state schools and they go home each night. I’m not sure if I’ll even be allowed into Klimpton, which is the nearest small town to the school.

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Sunday evening September 13th 2026

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I guess this is the lull before the storm Katie.

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We checked in before lunch as instructed and to my surprise they’ve allocated me a large room, one usually reserved for prefects and ex grad students. The fact I have a double bed indicates that I will share this with my mentor whoever that is. Will it be Martin or Peter who’d illegally helped me before? I won’t mind if it is either of them but would prefer Martin. None of the others in that group attract me at all but maybe if or when I get to know them, I’ll change my mind. I don’t have any choice in the matter.

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I’m not sure about Mr. Thurlow either. Said all the right things about work schedules and fairness in his introductory speech, but said we’d be in trouble and he’d use any of the instruments of chastisement at his disposal, if we didn’t work hard enough. The sex side of things is certainly going to favour the boys, with the girls and the female staff having little choice who will visit their bed at night. We are all assigned a room and after the evening prep session and relaxation, girls have to go to their room at 9:30 and leave the door wide open. Any boy can enter and partially close the door and spend the night with the girl or woman. The rule for them is that they must not have the same girl twice in one week. As there are more girls than boys in the school (a relic from the days when it was an all girls school) a girl can expect to have some free nights unless she is one of the more attractive ones. ?Sexual intercourse must cease by 11:30 and not resume before 5:00 a.m. so pupils get enough sleep to stay awake for their lessons. The exception is Saturdays when there are no restrictions and no lessons on the following day,? the Headmaster explained. ?Whenever a boy enters the girl’s room he had full rights over her just as though they were married.? None of this will apply until tomorrow night when school starts properly. He did warn the boys that while the female staff are at their disposal at night, during class time, students were subservient and would receive the strap from any female teacher for breaches of conduct or poor workmanship.

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The male teachers have even more rights. If they want a girl at night, they have printed cards and place one in a holder on the girl’s door telling her to visit him at bedtime.

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?Girls, you may think this unfair, but when you graduate from here it will ensure you have a good education and are able to satisfy any man that fancies you.? ?But what if we don’t fancy them, I thought but he didn’t say anything about that. He also briefly mentioned the mentor system and said there were two for induction into the scheme in the morning but didn’t mention any names. I talked about this to Brenda after dinner this evening and she seemed to think it would be better to have one boy a night rather than three she serviced at home.

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Our new school uniform, which I doubt I will wear much after tomorrow, is similar for boys and girls. A shortish flared skirt with elasticated waist and a button up blouse. No underwear or bras unless matron says there’s a medical problem. The boys are similar but they call the clothing a shirt and a kilt. We all know it is so our bums can quickly be bared for punishment.

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With all the worry, I doubt if I will sleep much tonight.

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Monday evening September 14th 2026

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Oh Dear Diary Katie, I’m so sore that I can hardly write and my mentor has only allowed me fifteen minutes to make this entry.

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I’ll go back to the beginning of the day. We were woken at 7:00 at had to be in the gym wearing only our gym shoes by 7:30 so a big rush ensued to use the loos. At least we didn’t have to wash or shower. The latecomers, eight of them (five boys) all had to bend over a long bar and Miss Cruikshank the PE mistress gave their bums two hard wallops and made us all run four times around the school field. PE before breakfast is a new innovation and the sight of 200 or so naked boys and girls trotting around the field, gave the dog walkers on the other side of the fence, something to watch. A few girls had problems with their floppy tits but Miss Cruikshank didn’t make any allowances and encouraged them to run with further whacks with her strap. I gather that tomorrow we’ll have a male member of staff taking the run. How I’ll get on when I can hardly walk let alone run, remains to be seen.

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We showered, had breakfast and class registration before we went into main assembly. I shook and could hardly walk but Brenda held my hand and said it wouldn’t be too bad and would soon be over and I’d have a nice new boyfriend. How wrong she was!

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Two of us were called on to the stage, the other a senior girl, Julie Dempsey, whose work and grades had slumped last year. She had no idea that she’d been selected for the programme and started to protest but she stopped when threatened with extra punishment. I had to be helped up because I shook too much and two staff quickly removed the little clothing I wore. I’ve often gone out naked in public but being on stage and with they eyes of all the students staring at me, I blushed with the humiliation. Mr. Thurlow dealt with Julie first and reiterated why they’d put her in the Naked in School Punishment Programme and said she would get the standard 25 strokes of the strap across her bottom and back. There weren’t any marks on her body so I guessed she hadn’t felt the strap at home. She pleaded with him but other staff quickly put cuffs on her wrist and pulled her arms up above her head using one of the stage scenery hoists. They sat me in a chair where I could watch as the head cracked the strap across her arse and shoulders. He didn’t spare her and she screamed loudly but after the punishments at home, I thought I could take a similar thrashing.

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Dave’s given me extra time to finish my entry, Katie. I think he knows I won’t be of much use to him tonight.

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?We had difficulty in deciding on a suitable mentor for Miss Dempsey,? the head announced, ?But in the end we decided that because she is a senior and should graduate this year, we appointed Mr. Hawthorne, her maths tutor, as her mentor.? I hadn’t heard of that happening before and wondered if I too would be given to a male teacher. She didn’t appreciate the choice either and tried to protest but he put the blue collar and cuffs on, released her from the hoist and took her to the side of the stage.

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I tried to be brave Katie, I really did, yet I needed help to stand but after my arms were pulled above my head, I couldn’t do otherwise. ?This young lady is being put in the programme on two counts. The first is the poor state of her work last term, something that might surprise you given the grades she supposedly obtained.? I didn’t like the way Mr. Thurlow brought up my cheating and wondered if it would affect my strapping. It did. ?For her poor work she will receive 25 strokes of the strap on her bottom and back, the same as Julie. In addition, because I consider cheating very much worse than laziness, yes, I said cheating because it wasn’t her work she sent in but the work of two boys with whom she traded sexual favours. For that she will receive a further 25 lashes with a multi-tailed whip across the front of her body.? I nearly passed out at the thought of having my front whipped and vividly remembered the state of mother’s body. I’ve chosen the multi-tailed whip because it will inflict considerable pain, especially on the more tender parts of her anatomy, without producing any permanent scarring.? I hung from the rope and cried and pleaded and when that failed, I tried swinging around on the rope. For a few moments I succeeded in delaying things but someone slid a low bench on to the stage and fastened my ankles to it with my legs spread widely. Having my cunt on show was the least of my worries.

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The strap hurt like hell although I don’t think he hit harder than Mother or Jenny but he waited a little between each strike so I felt the full effect and I wondered if I would pass out. I didn’t but I wished I had. I know I yelled a lot because I’ve almost no voice now. Eventually that part of my thrashing finished and someone gave me a drink of water but that only delayed my whipping. Shortly, they turned me and the bench so I faced the hall and could see, well partly see through my crying, that others were crying too - and they’d not been hurt.

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?This is the flogger type whip I will use on your front Sally,? the head showed it to me as though I could see clearly, ?It has soft suede strands that will redden your skin but not produce serious welts.? It looked vicious to me and it certainly was when used with force. He started at the top of my thighs and swinging the whip from behind his back, worked his way up. I continued to scream at every lash and twisted and turned but couldn’t avoid taking the full power of each stroke. I did pass out briefly when the first stroke hit my tits but, after a short pause, he gave me the final four strokes, all on my poor titties. After another drink of water they put on my blue collar and cuffs and released me. I sank to the floor and cried in agony but eventually two male teachers lifted me and sat me in the soft chair the head normally used. Despite the pain I wondered who I would be paired with.

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?Bring Martin King and Peter Rivers on to the stage please.?

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?Two, surely they aren’t giving me to both of them?? The head’s next order dispelled that thought.

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?Strip them and string them up.? I think they were too overcome with the shock to resist. ?I consider the pair of you almost as guilty as the girl and deserving similar punishment except you will not require tutoring.? He paused for the effect of his words to sink in and went on, ?You will receive thirty lashes from the whip, fifteen on the back and fifteen on the front.? Martin pleaded and tried to excuse himself by making out it was my fault but the head stopped him in full flow. ?That’s twenty back and front boy for trying to blame another for your own sins. I’ll start with him. Fasten his ankles to the bench please.?

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Perhaps he didn’t yell as loudly as I did but he sure felt every stroke as the whip flayed and reddened his back and arse. To our surprise, he had the start of an erection but the head soon cured that. His first stroke to the front of Martin’s thighs, curved upwards and caught the underside of his prick, flattening it against his stomach. Only those of us on stage saw, the head grin. I guess boy’s nipples are also sensitive because Martin almost passed out when the lash bit into them several times in a row. Peter’s whipping repeated Martin’s except for being less severe. I hardly saw it as the pain made me feel faint.

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Two teachers raised me to my feet again. ?Will David Meadows come on to the stage please??

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?Oh no, not him, he’s a farm boy and not even in my year. He’s only a scholarship boy and his family are quite poor.? But he was the one chosen to be my mentor. I knew of him, in fact from his size, you could hardly miss him in a crowd but I’d always considered him as being below my dignity. Slowly he moved his bulk on to the stage.

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?David, you have, reluctantly it is true, agreed to try and control this wayward girl and tutor her in the basics of the main subjects. In return she will fully service your needs. You will be issued with a strap to use as and when you deem necessary but in your case, a hand spanking might be more than sufficient. Take her now and clean her up. You may have the whole morning off if you wish although you’ve said you do not wish to miss more lessons than necessary, but she must remain with you at all times. I explained all this to you earlier.?

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When I didn’t walk properly he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the showers. I’d heard tales of his strength and from the way he held me, baby-like in the crook of his arm, I knew there was truth in them.

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Julie and Mr. Hawthorne joined us in the shower and for the first time I got to see David’s mighty prick as it hung down between his thighs.

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?Kneel down Julie and let the water flow over your back and arse and while you’re down there, wrap your lips around my prick.? Julie didn’t look too pleased but complied. David pushed me down and I sucked him to hardness. He didn’t seem to expect that but from the comms reports over the last week, I knew I had to please him or suffer by being forced. His prick swelled and filled my mouth but he pulled away before shooting his load. Carefully he washed my front and we dried off under the air dryers. Julie had to swallow her mentor’s load and then kiss his balls afterwards. Guess Mr. Hawthorne has some perverted ideas.

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The two boys came in but kept away from us although I saw the hate in their looks.

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?Dave, I’ve a special cream, will you put it on for me please. It should ease my pain and let me service you better.? I thought I’d better try and keep in his good books otherwise this brute of a boy could really hurt me. We went to my room and I noticed his case on the bed. For all his size, his touch was very gentle and I hardly felt the ointment being applied. Matron came in and checked me over and asked about the ointment and how I came to have it with me. She didn’t know I knew in advance that I would be in the mentoring programme.

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I had to attend lessons with him from midmorning break but no one expected me to work. In the lunch hour David collected the rest of his stuff from the room he’d been allocated yesterday but didn’t put it away. He set up his comms unit alongside mine and then decided he wanted a fuck and rather diffidently suggested he did it doggy style with me bent over the bed. My arse hurt too much to enjoy it but his prick filled me more than adequately.

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A long entry, Katie, for obvious reasons. Now I’ve to get into the bed with him and try to sleep unless he wants to fuck me again.

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Tuesday 5 a.m. September 15th 2026

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Katie my Dear Diary, normally I don’t know this hour exists! But I didn’t sleep well last night and wished I’d had one of the pills Betty bought for mother. I couldn’t find a place to lie comfortably and David takes up more than half the bed. I tried to have a conversation with him in bed last night but he doesn’t say much and I’m sure he resents the extra work of looking after me. He did say that his parents are elderly and own a small farm that barely makes them a living, so he is a farm boy and a poor one at that and not the boy I would have picked as a partner. At least he hasn’t tried to hurt me. On the farm they are gradually moving over to breeding horses rather than cattle and Dave plans to continue that after he graduates. We cuddled a little but every time he held me close, I cried out with pain and in the end he left me alone. After lying in bed and watching the sun rise through the window, I decided to get up and write a few lines. I would have liked to comm. Daddy but the school only allows us access to the system on Sundays.

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I don’t know how I will get on at PE this morning because my skin feels swollen tight and my muscles hurt with every movement and only my legs and face are their normal colour, the rest of my body, horrible shades of purple, red and yellow. Maybe Dave will put some cream on before breakfast.

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Tuesday evening September 15th 2026

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Dear Diary,

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When it seemed that my slowness would make us late for PE, Dave tossed me over his shoulder and ran with me to the gym. We made it just in time much to the amusement of the others. They had even more to laugh at later when, because I couldn’t run fast enough and dragged behind the rest, Mr. Davis swiped my arse with his strap. I don’t think he intended to hit as hard because he immediately apologised, but I stopped and yelled. Dave, not the fastest of runners but some way ahead, cut cornerwise back across the field, lifted me on his shoulders and with me piggybacked, trotted around and completed the circuit. Fortunately Mr. Davis saw the funny side of it too and we only did three laps while the others did four. They cheered when we entered the gym and called him Caveman Dave. Certainly he is immensely strong and seems caring and tries to look after my welfare but I can’t say that I like him. The episode embarrassed me a little because the rubbing of my cunt on his neck made my juices flow but they mixed with his sweat and weren’t noticed when he lifted me down.

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Martin and Peter trotted round much slower than usual, their whip marks still showing clearly. While I’m with Dave, they keep well away from me.

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Julie wasn’t there so I guessed Mr. Hawthorne kept her.

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I have to say this about St. Catherine’s, if you are prepared to work, the staff are very helpful and combined with small class sizes, the system is there for a student to do well. Dave took me first to Ms. Kentwell the deputy head who sent us to Mrs. Freeman the previous headmistress until deposed at the end of last term. She’s now an ordinary teacher and when Dave asked for access to test papers for me, she not only agreed, but will help in the grading. She is my history and geography teacher also. I did the standard entrance test for new students to the school, a similar test to one I did two years ago and should have passed easily but, although I tried, or at least as much as the mind numbing pain would allow, I barely passed. David and her decided I would start from scratch and would do the same work as the newcomers except I would have to get through it quicker to catch up. This afternoon and during the evening prep time, I had to work. David didn’t help but he did point out where I went wrong.

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9:30 and I was ready for bed but David wanted to fuck and for the first time with him, I had to take it missionary style. He tried to keep his weight off my body but even so, it hurt. Perhaps when my body recovers I’ll start to enjoy him because his prick fills me well and even with my body pain, I climaxed before he did. That’s unusual with the boys, especially Martin.

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Thursday evening September 17th 2026

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Dear Katie,

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I don’t know if it is because of the caveman nickname or if he is getting over his reticence at having a girl for sex but he now decides that when he wants a fuck, I have to comply. He tries not to hurt me but once he gets started, his bulk and power inadvertently causes my body to complain and makes me to wince. Like last night, I didn’t get to write to you because, just as I opened the box, he lifted me from the chair and dropped me on the bed and fucked me. Rachel, one of the girls in my new class, said that in previous years the girls either ignored him because of his slow lumbering ways or made fun of him and his big prick. In the few days we’d been together, they’d looked at him in a different light especially after seeing how easily he handled me.

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He’s not a good tutor though. He makes sure I spend time doing the work but doesn’t explain it to me and I have to try and understand the instructions on the comms pages. If I really get stuck he will help me, but largely I have to do things on my own so he can get on with his work and keep his grades up to keep his scholarship payments. I’m slowly getting through the work but not as quickly as I should.

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My body is still very colourful but the pain is easing. We’ve used up most of the cream now and just use on it my tits and a bad place on my thighs.

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Saturday evening September 19th 2026

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I didn’t get chance to write to you yesterday as once again Dave wanted to play and fuck. I’m beginning to enjoy him more now the pain has eased a little. We went swimming in the school pool this afternoon, or at least I swam as much as I dared because it helped to ease my muscles but most of the time Dave sat and watched and read a textbook. Martin and Peter watched me too and I fear they are making plans to get their revenge on me.

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Sunday afternoon September 20th 2026

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Dearest Katie,

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I’m depressed and homesick. Commed Daddy and Betty came into the conversation too. They are living together now mother has moved out and Marie has given in her notice and will work for mother. Daddy and Betty looked very happy but were shocked at the state of my body and the extent of the whipping. I dragged David into the talk and introduced him but, as always, his answers were short and he didn’t add much to the conversation. Jenny commed about the same time and we all chatted. I’d seen her around but we hadn’t spoken much. She’d fared a lot better having only a few swipes of the strap during gym but each night, a different boy visited her and on Wednesday she’d visited Mr. Davis for the night. We really are more or less sex slaves.

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I saw and spoke to Dave’s parents this afternoon. They are old, much older than Daddy. Milly his mother, was 42 when she had him and the hard farm work, even with the mechanisation that’s been introduced, has taken its toll. I don’t think they had a good impression of me either and I’m sure the shorter our relationship the better as far as they are concerned. They definitely wanted Dave to get through his studies without the burden of looking after me. In tears I left Dave to talk with them and I know he tried to smooth over the situation.

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Thursday evening September 24th 2026.

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Oh Dear Katie my Diary friend, we’ve been suspended from school for two weeks. I’m being blamed although it wasn’t really my fault. This evening, about half an hour before prep period, I went to see Jenny. Her room is in the senior’s block and only a few yards separate the two so well within the 50 metres range I’m allowed from David. I noticed Martin and Peter outside our block and hurried across the grass. There wasn’t any sign of them when I returned so I dawdled a bit only to be grabbed by the two boys and dragged behind the refuse storage area. I struggled and kicked but no one heard, my screams muffled by a strip of cloth they wound around my mouth. They intended to rape me in the arse because I’d refused them that last year, and it would be rape because I belonged to David and he hadn’t given his permission, but they threatened me with worse if I mentioned it, and would say I offered it. The lie detector would find them out but only if the head bothered to send us to the nearest one. They tried not to bruise me so and to make it appear that I was willing, but with my kicking and struggling, they had to use more force that they thought.

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I didn’t give in easily and Peter had difficulty in holding me while Martin tried to thrust his prick in. Suddenly all hell was let loose. David suddenly appeared, Martin sailed through the air and landed badly on the tarmac breaking his arm and Peter lay unconscious from blows to the stomach and jaw. Both needed hospital treatment. I lay cradled in David’s arms. Of course, staff were soon on the scene and David and I ended up in the headmaster’s office.

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?I had a comm from a senior girl, Sir, telling me that two boys had dragged Sally from the path. She’d seen it from her dorm window,? David explained to the head. ?When I got there they’d gagged her were anally raping her, or trying to. I couldn’t let that happen Sir. I pulled them off.?

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?You could have been a little less forceful David Meadows, but I doubt you thought of that. In fact if you’d just stood there, the boys would have run off. Both boys are badly hurt and are on their way to hospital. I realise the revenge motive behind the attack and Sally, you really shouldn’t have gone out alone. I agree it should have been safe but obviously it wasn’t. David, I commend your honourable intentions but you will have to be punished for the injuries you caused. I doubt a whipping will have much effect and it might cause more injuries if you resist. We’ll see if security wish to take any action, but given the circumstances, I wouldn’t think they will. They’ll put the boys on the TED machine and learn the attack was premeditated and the reasons behind it so will pronounce them the guilty party.? He paused for a long while. ?You’re a very keen student David and I know you need to keep your grades up, but in fairness to others who might resort to violence, I have to punish you. You will be suspended from St. Catherine’s for two weeks and a few days. You will rejoin us on Sunday 10th October.?

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?But Sir, I’ll fall behind with my lessons.?

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?We’ll give you comms access to the class work via Mrs. Freeman as she seems to have taken and interest in the pair of you. Sally, you will stay with him and under his control 24/7 as if you were a day school pupil. Get your parents to pick you up in the morning David. Dismiss.?

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Fuming at losing his precious school time, Dave relieved of his anger a little by tossing me on the bed, placing my feet on his shoulders and ramming his prick into me harder than he’d done before. He didn’t even remove his kilt. Before long he calmed down and fucked normally until a light tap on the door caused him to pause. Mrs. Freeman entered. ?Carry on,? she said, ?I’m here officially but it can wait a few minutes. Don’t put all the blame on her David, some of it is mine because I recommended her to you as a way a broadening your outlook and getting girls to take notice that you were a person and not the hulk they called you. I thought, rightly it seems, that you would care for her. I didn’t know then about the involvement of the two boys or that Mr. Thurlow would give Sally and the boys, more than the usual 25 with the strap.? David grunted and finished fucking but Mrs. Freeman continued, ?It isn’t the end of your life here David, and I’m here to see that you do not fall behind with your education, in fact it might make a nice break where you can get to know each other without the restrictions of St. Catherine’s.?

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?But I’m being sent to a farm miles from anywhere to live with his parents who don’t like me. It’s not just Dave’s life, it’s mine too, my life of slavery.?

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?Last year Sally, let’s face it, you were nothing but a spoilt brat. You twisted boys and staff around your little finger until you got what you wanted. Even in the short time you’ve been with David, you’ve changed and I hope will continue to change. Change by learning how to live with others in this world and that you have to give as well as take. Unfortunately, with the new rules, us women have to take more than give, but I’m learning to live with it and I’m sure you will too, and will be better off at the end of this year although you may not think so now,? she lectured. ?Now to more practical things. I’ve access codes for your schoolwork and I hope you will find time to do at least as much work at home as you do here. You can comm the work to me directly and I will see the appropriate staff grades it. You will both be allowed to comm home tonight and explain the situation and David, for you to arrange transport to your farm. It’s a long way so you are not being sent away tonight. You can leave stuff here that you don’t need at home but do take the necessary stuff to do your work.? She went over the arrangements and finally said to treat it as a holiday.

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The news angered Daddy and he promised to have a word with Mr. Thurlow because he believed none of this was my fault but I doubted it would do any good. He said Betty and he would try and get to see me on Sunday. I could hear his relief when I said I hadn’t been whipped again.

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We’re now booked on a robocoach for the two hour journey to Glemford and David’s father, Jake will pick us up from there.

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Friday evening September 25th 2026 Sunnybrook Farm, Kilton.

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Not a good start to my supposed holiday. David and his mother had a row over me, with him defending me against her. The robocoach trip would have been pleasant had I not been the only naked passenger and I not worried over how I would be received by his family. David easily dealt with one youngish man who wanted to know if I was available. David told him, no, but when he persisted David stood and looked down on him and quietly asked what he didn’t understand about the word, no. The man slunk back to his seat.

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Jake, a care-worn man almost the size of his son and, it seems, with a similar frugal way with words, greeted us almost without emotion. After typing in the destination, he turned his seat to face us and said a few words about the weather and the farm but then became silent. David only spoke to point out a few features on the way but he did hold my hand, which I took as a sign of his protection.

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He kept hold of my hand when introducing me to his mother, Milly. She wears the trousers in that house and, as yet, the new laws have only slightly curbed her authority. A small and fiery woman, about my size, with a sharp, forceful tongue that she uses to control the menfolk around her, or did. ?Is this the tart that’s disrupted your school work David?? she demanded.

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?She’s my girlfriend mother.? That surprised me as he’d never used the term before and I certainly hadn’t considered him anything other than my mentor or protector. ?It’s not her fault mother.?

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?If she hadn’t cheated and lied last year she would not be in this position now.?

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?She’s paid for that with the terrible thrashing she had, and you can still see the marks even now.? Again he surprised my by not acquiescing to his mother and by defending me. In his mind, does he really consider me a girlfriend or am I just the only girl he’s had? I’d guess, probably the latter, Katie.

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?If she’s not a tart, tell her to put some clothes on. Only tarts and whores go around naked and offering themselves to any man.?

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?I’m not allowed?? I started but Dave jumped into my defence once more.

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?She’s only allowed to wear the blue collar and cuffs until the weather gets colder. The school will have informed the local security people who I expect will visit at sometime or other, and if they find her wearing clothes, we’re all in for trouble, not just her. And she’s not a whore, she’s only available to me unless I agree.?

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?Well she’d better pull her weight on the farm while she’s here.?

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?She has to be within 50 metres of me all the time so we’ll have to work together and besides, we have to spend at least seven hours a day on schoolwork.?

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?It sounds as if you are taking her part against your own mother David. A few years ago I would have tanned your arse good and hard for talking back to me like that.?

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?Now I can return the favour.?

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?You wouldn’t dare hit your mother?? She didn’t finish the sentence. Dave upended her under one arm, pulled her knickers down and gave her bare bum a moderately hard slap. Jake futilely attempted to intervene but by then Dave had Milly back on her feet.

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She glared hate at me and through my tears I said, ?It’s okay, I’ll get Daddy to take me home on Sunday and put me in a state school, then I’ll be out of your lives forever.?

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?You’ll stay here, you’ll stay at St. Catherine’s,? David stated forcibly, ?Unless you do something stupid, you are through the worst and you’ll do far better at St. Cath’s than anywhere else and be less likely to get into further trouble for not doing your work.?

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I knew about the state school system and their larger classes and punishment systems for failure to do homework with no one to help but I wasn’t about to give in. ?You just want me in your clutches caveman. Perhaps I’ll just run away.?

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?You know what would happen if you get caught as you surely would. The collar and cuffs need a special key to remove and even in clothes, they are difficult to hide. In any case, if I think that is a possibility, I’ll lock a tracker on to your collar.? It all seemed so hopeless that I wept. Dave led me inside and made me wash my face. We had a meal and a little tour of the farm before he reassured me that I wouldn’t be hurt while I am here and he made me get out my schoolwork for the day.

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Saturday evening September 26th 2026 Sunnybrook Farm, Kilton.

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A better day, Katie.

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I think the noise of our fucking in the smaller bed, must have inspired Jake. We heard protests from Milly but the creaking of their bed told us that Jake had his way. We giggled and I think they heard us because the noise stopped briefly.

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Dave made me get up much earlier than at school and took me outside in the bright dawn sunshine. The chill air raised goosebumps on my flesh but he said I would soon warm up. We, or rather he, loaded a couple of hay bales on the air wagon and we zoomed over the field to where the horses were. One little cob mare nuzzled my chest and made me squeal and David laughed. ?Have you ridden a horse?? I shook my head. ?Perhaps we’ll ride for an hour at lunchtime.? I wasn’t sure about it but I enjoyed it and Tansy, the cob, proved to be docile and I didn’t have to do much to control her. David rode a much bigger mare and kept along side me.

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We spent most of the morning and evening on school stuff. ?You missed nearly all of yesterday, so you’ve time to make up,? my mentor informed me. I groaned but at least it kept me out of Milly’s way although I did have to help her with cleaning up after dinner. She hardly speaks to me and will often ask David snidely if I can do something. Jake’s okay but doesn’t say much anyway. He appreciates my body though and I’ve seen him watching me when he thinks I’m not looking, or when Milly isn’t around!

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Sunday evening September 27th 2026 still at Sunnybrook Farm, Kilton.

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A grief and happiness day, Katie my Diary.

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We heard Jake and Milly at it again last night so perhaps I am having some effect on them, or perhaps it is more on Jake.

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We fed the chickens and cleaned out their coop before breakfast. What a yucky job! I tried not to complain because I wanted to be in David’s good books in case a chance came up for me to go home. We’d just finished showering when Jake brought in a couple of rabbits he said were for dinner. I’d seen rabbits hopping around the fields but never thought of eating them and almost resolved they would taste disgusting and have little to eat on them. I heard Milly mention that they would help to save the expensive meat now they had more mouths to feed and Dave eats twice as much as I do. I’m sure she didn’t intentionally intend for me to hear her but it made me remember that they were poor farmers and that is why David had the scholarship. A scholarship he could have lost through me.

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Daddy, Betty and mother arrived about 11:00 a.m. I wondered if they were together again but she soon dispelled that notion. ?You are still my daughter and when I heard how they treated you I wanted to see for myself. Clive and I are trying to be civil to each other but not on social terms, it just seemed sensible to travel together.? Betty has lost a little weight but not her sense of humour. She hugged us all and joked about my having a hunk of a boy. Milly scowled at first but even she couldn’t keep a sour look on her face for long although the relationships between members of my family dismayed her. She couldn’t understand how Daddy could forsake his wife for the cook and for Mummy to have a relationship with the maid.

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Shortly after lunch, I asked permission to talk with Daddy and Betty alone. ?If you are going to ask him to take you back with him, the answer’s no,? David answered.

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?David,? Daddy replied, ?What good would that do? I’ve thought about it, but decided that unless anything else serious happens, she’s better off with you at St. Cath’s. I would like to know a little more about what happened and is likely to happen in the future, so please, let us have a few minutes together, perhaps outside where you can see but not hear us.?

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I knew then that there was no point in asking to be taken home but I also wanted some credits put into my account so when we were cloistered outside I asked if he would reinstate my allowance which he’d stopped because of my overspending and because of my cheating.

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?And I never even paid you back for the money you gave me for the ointment for your mother,? Betty exclaimed, ?That was very remiss of me but I suppose I can make the excuse of other things on my mind.? The story of how I obtained the money came out but Daddy found it amusing rather than cause for anger. I pointed out that I was a drain on David’s resources and those of his family and they’d had rabbit for dinner because they couldn’t afford beef. Betty, being a cook, knew what it was but Daddy didn’t.

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As always, things didn’t work out quite the way I hoped. They gave me a small allowance and arranged for David to receive a sum greater than mine to cover his costs for looking after me and to reimburse him for the robocoach fares. He also insisted that Jake take a payment for my board and lodging.

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Depression descended when they left and the laughter from Betty’s joking faded, and I sat on the bed near to tears. Dave scooped me up and held me wordlessly, like a baby in his arms. Finally he kissed me and whispered, ?We’ll get through this together.? As usual togetherness meant his prick being right inside my cunt. At least I can enjoy it now.

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Betty, feeling a little tired, skipped a few pages of the diary.

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Monday evening October 11th 2026 back at St. Catherine’s.

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Katie my Diary. I didn’t know what to expect on our return. Of course, there were no flags or receptions for us and we slipped back into the routine almost as though we hadn’t been away. In the end I enjoyed my stay on the farm, not all of it, not things like mucking out the stables or chickens, but riding Tansy made up for that. The flexibility of our day helped too. If it rained we did schoolwork, if the sun shone, we went out for part of the day and fitted in schoolwork to suit. I began to learn that David would help me when needed but I had to try to help myself first by actually reading the comms instructions and not glancing through them. Once I got the hang of that, things came a little easier.

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Mrs. Freeman came to us soon after our we got into the room and commented, ?You certainly look much better than when you left Sally. Most of the bruising has faded and you’re beginning to get a tan. I think the holiday did you good. How did you get on with the Meadows’??

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?His father was okay and his mother, thawed out a bit towards the end.?

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I asked if the boys had returned. ?No, they won’t be coming back. Their parents are sending them to another school, an all boys school, one of the few that still exist in this country.?

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Mrs. Freeman praised our work and especially mine, which pleased me and then went over a few points that needed attention.

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The head didn’t mention our return this morning but others commented on how well I looked. I can now wear clothing outside (except for the morning run – but the others don’t wear clothes for that yet either). Now it’s lessons as normal.

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Betty flipped to almost the last entry before placing the book on the bedside table and snuggling against the already sleeping, Clive.

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Late Tuesday evening December 22nd 2026 at home

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Dearest Diary, Home again for Christmas. David is with me and I will go to his farm for the New Year. Glad I’m allowed to wear clothes again as they already have snow up there.

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The headmaster shocked me at final assembly by calling me up on to the stage and unlocking my collar and cuffs. ?Sally Pettigrew, in view of the progress you have made this term, I am partially lifting you from the Naked in School Punishment Programme. From now on you are able to wear normal school uniform and be away from your mentor for limited and agreed short periods of time. As I said, this is only a limited lifting of the programme and for most of the time, you will continue to be in your mentor’s care 24/7, as now, and he will continue supervising your education, as he has successfully done for the last few months.? The applause drowned my thanks. I noticed Julie wasn’t given the same lifting of the programme.

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I wonder if I would have appealed to stay with David if I’d been taken from the mentor programme altogether? I’ve got so used to living with him now and enjoy the feel of his prick in me that I’m sure I’d want to stay with him, although a change of prick now and again would be nice. David’s too possessive to permit that. Don’t know how I will feel at the end of the school year or in a couple of years time.

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With Betty in the car, the journey home caused much fun and laughter. Daddy and her still cuddle like teenage lovers and even Jenny had to grin at their antics.

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