by Sarah Veitch
'No, but she has skills that we need so she's been allowed entry,' he explained.
Just her luck, being punished by the proletariat. 'I want to leave. I want a refund,' Kerri said, wondering yet again how she'd so quickly lost control of her life.
'All you're going to get is a damn hard paddling,' Jeff Rendell said.
He knelt in front of her so that he could look into her face. Kerri closed her eyes - then opened them wide with shock as the woman applied the paddle to one of her bare buttocks. Seconds later the other hemisphere was treated to a similar cruel assault.
'Ah, ah!' Kerri cried.
Both orbs were again toasted by the rosewood punisher.
'Aah, aah!' Her cries grew longer as the effect of the strokes intensified.
She felt the paddle strike the centre of each cheek. It struck the sides. It lashed her jiggling underswell. The hard wood licked again and again at her recently-spanked flesh.
'Stop!' she cried.
'Sound respectful when you address your elders, dear,' said Matron. Kerri felt the woman paddling her right sphere then its neighbour. The bitch had clearly established a pattern.
'Please stop,' Kerri yelled.
'Address me as Ma'am or as Matron,' her punisher said softly.
'Please stop, Matron,' Kerri yelped, driving her tummy harder against the wooden bolster in a desperate attempt to escape the paddle's cruel heat.
'Are you sorry that you were a bad girl?' the woman asked.
'Yes, very sorry.' Kerri yelled some more as her thrashing went on and she realised she'd forgotten a vital word. 'Very sorry, Matron,' she amended compliantly.
'So would you like to kiss Mr Paddle now?'
'Yes, Matron. I'd like to kiss Mr Paddle,' she shouted - then relaxed slightly as the assault on her bare bottom stopped.
'Kiss him very nicely, then, to make up for being rude to him before,' the matriarch warned. Kerri looked up dazedly as her tormentor walked around to stand before her. Obediently she put her lips to the oval part of the punisher and pressed them against its hard polished wood.
'Thank Mr Paddle for warming your soft little cheeks.'
'Thank you Mr Paddle for...' her voice faltered, but she forced herself to continue the demeaning sentence, '...for warming my soft little cheeks.'
'Tell him you'd like ten more lashes.'
Kerri whimpered and writhed at the prospect. 'Oh please no. I'm on fire. I'm not being difficult, honest. Let me kiss him again.'
'Matron would have to find the naughty girl some other medicine.'
'Yes, Matron, give me some other medicine,' Kerri gasped out gratefully.
The woman left the room but was soon back with a little bottle. She murmured something to Jeff Rendell and the landowner laughed. For a few moments Kerri had forgotten that he'd walked around behind her, doubtless to stare at her paddled arse.
'This liquid is harmless but it doesn't taste nice,' Matron said. 'Nail biters usually paint it on their nails because it stops them biting. But you're going to be a good girl and lick it all off of me and thank me very nicely for giving you the chance.'
'Yes, Matron,' Kerri whispered, keen to do anything that wouldn't involve the further hotting of her arse. She wished yet again that her arms and legs weren't tied so tightly, that she could put back her palms or curl up her feet to protect her anguished flesh.
She watched as Matron painted every one of her fingers and both thumbs with the hateful medicine.
'Suck like you really mean it, you bad girl,' the woman said. 'You don't want to make Matron angry.'
Tensing at the disparaging situation, Kerri took the woman's smallest digit into her mouth. The taste was so bad that she pulled away. Immediately Matron reached for the paddle. Desperate to make amends, Kerri took the woman's thumb in her mouth and sucked it fervently.
'Do you think she's really trying?' Matron asked the landowner consideringly.
Kerri heard Jeff Rendell's voice from behind her. 'If she's not, I'd be happy to correct her.'
'No, please. I'm doing my best, Matron.' She turned her attention to the woman's next digit, sucking as though her life depended on it.
'It's quite cute to watch her bottom jerking up and down as she's sucking,' Jeff Rendell said. 'She's clearly thinking about how sore it is the entire time.'
'It hurts so much,' Kerri whispered then went on to suck and lick the rest of Matron's hand. She forced her tone to remain obsequious. 'But I'm being good now. Please don't punish me any more.'
'The best you can ever hope for is not to be punished any more on that particular day,' Jeff Rendell replied.
Matron nodded. 'You're one of our highest category residents here in Alpineglow, which means that you've seriously wronged Mr Rendell. Our statistics show that girls like you get corrected all the time.'
'But I'll live by the rules,' Kerri said throatily.
'For a day or two - but after that you'll lapse just like the others,' Jeff Rendell said.
'I'm a good person,' Kerri lied. She was good at grooming, at fashion and at making a lot of money. Now she hoped that she'd be equally good at convincing them to forgive her mistakes.
'Christ, she says she's good. When I think of what she did to me,' the landowner said.
'She's misrepresenting herself so deserves a much longer thrashing. Be my guest,' the woman interjected, picking up the rosewood paddle and handing it to Jeff.
'You're right. This session is long overdue. I'm going to enjoy it,' Jeff Rendell said.
Kerri howled as the pain in her cheeks was suddenly reawakened by the merciless wood.
'Save your bleating for later. This is nothing compared to what you'll get in a few days. I'm breaking you in gently,' Jeff promised, swinging the punisher again.
'But I don't know what I've done wrong,' Kerri gasped between whacks.
'You know you've failed lots of people.'
That was true - she'd often dumped friends and boyfriends at very short notice. And she'd taken the grant for her first year at university then dropped out and spent it on setting up her own firm.
'If I've failed anyone I'm sorry,' she wailed then cried out as the paddle seared her again.
'And as I said to you before, this isn't about saying the right words - this is about actually changing your behaviour.'
'I'll change it,' Kerri yelped, jerking.
'No, you'll opt for the quick fix of trying to hide it. That simply isn't the same thing.'
He used the paddle on her again. Kerri squealed and squirmed and pulled hopelessly at her strapped-down legs and ankles. Her tummy was sore from chafing against the wooden bolster - but the main anguish was reserved for her glowing arse.
'I can't take much more,' she whispered when he stopped to palm her flesh.
'Save these words for your first caning,' Jeff Rendell said.
After more palming he untied her and helped her to her feet. Kerri stared shamefacedly at him and at Matron.
Jeff gazed back at her dispassionately. 'Matron, take her to the Inspection Cell.'
'Can I put a collar and lead on her?' the older woman asked.
Kerri was relieved when Jeff Rendell shook his head. 'No, she's been through enough for today. Just make her comfortable. Then take her the breakfast trolley tomorrow and bring her to me after she's been fed and showered.'
'Shall I dress her in the morning or...?' Matron asked.
Kerri stood there gazing nervously from one to the other.
'No, leave her nude. I'll be starting the day with one of my little chats so her clothes would just have to come off again,' Jeff Rendell explained. He paused. 'But she'll be starting work with the other residents later tomorrow so make sure she has a nice revealing outfit ready to wear.'
'Will do. I'll fasten her hands in front of her now so that she doesn't give me any trouble,' Matron said.
'Alright but remember to uncuff her before you lock her in for the night.'
Kerri put her hands together obediently and
the woman cuffed both wrists but the chain between the cuffs meant that she could move her arms several inches. This was better. She was equally relieved when the matriarch didn't bind her legs.
'The Inspection Cell's this way. Walk in front so that I can watch your little red bottom jiggling,' Matron said.
Blushing, Kerri did as she was told. There were plush grey carpets underneath her feet and she noticed that the corridor walls were hung with attractive nature prints. She stared at them hard, trying to distract herself from the pain in her rear. In a few moments this bitch would untie her and leave her in the Inspection Cell and she could protectively cup her flaming cheeks.
'There's food in the fridge - and there's a bathroom and reading materials,' Matron said.
'Oh haven't you thought of everything?' Kerri muttered, letting a little of her usual sarcasm enter her tone. 'Just as well - it's costing me a fortune to live here.' More money than you'll ever have, she thought maliciously.
'Oh, I know we nursing sisters don't earn much, but we're indispensable, wouldn't you say?' She slapped suddenly at Kerri's nearest buttock and the girl cried out.
'Suppose so,' she gasped. She'd always admired the high flyers in society and they didn't include plump grey-haired women in the caring services.
'Oh, you'll come to respect me in time,' the matriarch said. 'Like when your bottom's on fire and I'm holding some crushed ice just tantalisingly out of reach, dear. Or when you're begging to tongue my clitoris.'
'I'm not a lesbian. I'd never...' Kerri tailed off, glaring over her shoulder at the older woman.
'Just remember how avidly you were licking my fingers a few moments ago, sweetheart,' Matron replied knowingly.
'I was desperate,' Kerri returned.
'No, desperate is when I strap your wrists to your ankles so that you're touching your toes - and then I take the rod to you until you squeal.'
She wasn't going to win this battle of words so Kerri made herself keep quiet. In silence they walked along another two corridors until Matron stopped and unlocked a door. Kerri was impressed at the decor and at the size of the suite but she tried to hide it. The woman led her to a full length mirror at the end.
'Doesn't your bum look sore?' she asked, turning Kerri so that she could see herself in the glass. 'I bet you want to put your palms over it protectively. I bet you're planning to do that the second I leave.'
Refusing to give her the advantage, Kerri shrugged.
'You mean it doesn't matter to you?'
The twenty-six year old forced a casual note into her voice. 'I'm fine, thanks.'
'Are you really, sweetheart? Alright, then Matron will leave your cuffs on overnight.'
Kerri felt panic start up in her breast. 'No, please, I want them off.'
'Sorry, love. Matron has decided.'
'Jeff didn't mean for me to be cuffed all night.'
'No, he didn't. But he isn't here, is he?' Matron asked.
She stared at Kerri's sore bum some more. 'I wonder how long it'll be before it cools down, my darling? Still, the heat in it will take your mind off things, stop you getting homesick on your first long night.'
She left. Kerri heard a key turn in the lock. She pulled ineffectually at her cuffs but soon realised that she wasn't going to break them. After exploring the room she lay down on her tummy on the bed. Her bottom burned for a long time then the heat faded to an irritated itching. Desperate to soothe it, Kerri eventually backed her bare arse into the ensuite fridge. Until recently she'd been climbing the career ladder faster than any of her contemporaries. How could she have so quickly descended to being naked and shamed like this?
Today's vulval and anal examinations, the bare bottomed spanking and rosewood paddling had been truly terrible, Kerri thought as she lay sleeplessly on her tummy. Then she shivered, remembering that Matron had warned her the future could involve the cane.
Chapter Three
Kerri was gently woken by sunshine illuminating her entire room the following morning. She stretched her hands above her head, glad that the cuffs had a generous chain that hadn't prevented her from sleeping away the last ten hours. She rose and walked towards the fridge - then realised that her cell door was open and that there was a hostess trolley just inside the door.
The twenty-six year old looked down the long corridor but there was no one in sight. She turned her attention to the silver trolley, finding it contained a coffee pot and everything from scrambled eggs to warm croissants.
After breakfast she made prolonged use of the ensuite shower then searched the large room for her clothes. She was still searching when Matron appeared wearing a starched blue uniform and matching nurse's cap.
'Alright, let's get these cuffs off,' she said. 'And remember - don't tell the boss that I left them on.'
'And if I do?' Kerri queried, realising that for the first time she had some power.
'If you do then next time we're alone together I'll tie you up and tease your little clit.'
Kerri bit back a sarcastic response. She'd keep the peace until she knew more about the setup. The last thing she wanted was a one-to-one with this malicious prole.
'So, what do you want?' she asked with the slightest air of haughtiness.
'It's time to see Mr Rendell for your induction, you naughty girl.'
'Like this?' Kerri asked shrilly, indicating her nakedness. She'd only been nude in the past in front of one long-term lover.
'Yes, he likes new girls to feel vulnerable, especially if he's had to spank them on their first day,' the woman said.
Kerri saw an opportunity to find out more. 'So, are there many new girls?' she asked casually, beginning to follow the older woman down the corridor.
'Enough to keep the razor strop very busy,' the grey-haired nursing sister said, indicating that Kerri should walk in front.
She'd once seen a razor strop in an American film and knew that it hurt like hell. Kerri decided not to enquire further. She walked reluctantly before the older woman, trying not to think about her exposed flesh. She'd always been effortlessly thin and well-proportioned, but her buttocks and breasts still jiggled slightly as Matron aimed a slap at her rump and told her to quicken her pace. How she wished she had a robe to cover her most private areas - or even a bra and pants.
At last they reached a heavy oak door and the older woman knocked twice.
'Come in,' Jeff Rendell called.
Kerri had a sudden urge to flee for cover.
'He's not... What's he going to do to me?' she asked.
'Explain more about the rules and regulations. Oh, and find you work here,' the impassive nursing sister said.
They walked in and Matron took a seat next to Jeff. There were several more seats, but she hadn't been invited to sit on one. Kerri stood uncertainly just inside the door. She used her right arm to hide her breasts and put her left hand in front of her pubic curve.
'Come here,' Jeff Rendell said, patting his trousered lap. Today he was wearing a white linen suit that accentuated his suntan.
What exactly did he mean? Kerri took a hesitant step towards him. He stared at her bare flesh as she slowly approached.
When she finally stood in front of him, he patted his knees again. 'Come here.'
'You want me to lie across your lap, sir?'
The landowner smiled meanly. 'I do, girl. In fact, I absolutely insist on it.'
'But Matron said you just wanted to explain the rules to me,' Kerri said in a wavering voice, fearing another spanking.
'I do, but I always have a girl across my knee whilst I'm giving her a good talking to.'
How humiliating was that? 'And what if I don't?' Kerri asked, playing for time and trying to maintain some control of the situation.
'If you don't then Matron will reacquaint you with Mr Paddle,' Jeff Rendell said.
Fuck it, she'd have to do as she was told. Taking a deep breath, Kerri lowered herself awkwardly across his lap.
'Good girl.' She felt him caressing her smal
l soft orbs. 'Have you recovered from the paddling you received last night?'
'Yes,' Kerri mumbled, aghast at this new indignity.
'Address me as sir if you know what's good for you.'
'Yes, sir, I've recovered, sir,' Kerri said with obvious difficulty.
'If you're busy I can thrash the uppityness out of her,' Matron cut in. Kerri tensed her entire body.
'Oh no, I've put aside lots of time to train Kerri,' Jeff said. She felt him palm her with renewed zeal. 'She was extremely wicked in the outside world so now I'll devote my life to teaching her the error of her ways.'
Kerri wondered again what she'd done. Damn him for keeping it such a mystery. She listened carefully as he began talking again.
'The rules here are very simple, my sweet. You don't tell anyone in the outside world that Alpineglow exists. You also don't tell any of the other residents that you're here under duress. Give everyone the impression that you're looking forward to the next five years and may even apply for a longer residency.'
'About those five years... couldn't you keep the money I've given you and just let me go?' Kerri asked.
Though still staring down at the carpet, she sensed the landowner had shaken his head. 'This is about principles as much as money. Not that you know anything about principles, you deceitful wretch.' As he spoke, he squeezed her cheeks with increasing ire.
'Ouch! Okay, I understand. I mean, I understand, sir,' Kerri said.
Jeff talked some more about how Alpineglow worked as she skulked across his lap. At last he gave her bottom a dismissive slap. 'Okay, let's get you dressed. You've got a nice little figure so I've decided to start you off in the Dancing Bar.'
He pressed a buzzer and a heavyset woman in her thirties entered the room. Her short dark hair and olive skirt-suit made her look like a warden in a women's prison.
'Roberta's our dresser. She makes all the clothes here in Alpineglow,' Jeff Rendell explained. He turned to the masculine-looking woman. 'Roberta, if you can kit Kerri out in one of our babydoll costumes? Oh and find her some equally whorish shoes.'
Kerri shivered as Roberta looked her slowly up and down, her eyes lingering over her pert pink nipples and the blonde triangle of hair between her legs.
