Further Training

by Sarah Veitch

  FURTHER TRAINING

  by

  SARAH VEITCH

  Further Training first published in 2003 by Palmprint Publications. Published as an eBook in 2011 by Chimera eBooks.

  ePub ISBN 9781907976445

  mobi ISBN 9781907976957

  www.chimerabooks.co.uk

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  This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.

  This work is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The author asserts that all characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older, and that all characters and situations are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright Sarah Veitch. The right of Sarah Veitch to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Author's Introduction

  Having mastery over an island's worth of slaves is a popular sexual fantasy. So are fantasies set in the headmaster or headmistress's study. I've incorporated both - and others - into this book. It works as a stand-alone novel but is also the sequel to an earlier novel, The Training Grounds.

  Adult-schoolgirls are frequently spanked, caned and shamed in this book, but in real life I believe that we should never hit children and that violence breeds violence. If we treat everyone in the way that we want to be treated, the world will be a much happier and less stressful place.

  Here's the story so far:

  In The Training Grounds, the attractive but petulant Charlotte is taken to a remote and largely undiscovered island by her boyfriend Vernon. She thinks she's about to enjoy a luxurious tropical holiday - but finds that the entire community consists of frequently-punished young women and dominant males. Worse, she's been set up by her boyfriend (who she's treated very badly) so that she's now one of the slaves.

  At first, Charlotte is sure that she can buck the system - but instead she ends up bucking under the whip and the paddle and the teasing tongue and dildo. She also has to spend most of her time naked as only the most obedient slaves are allowed to wear clothes.

  Determined to have her own way, Charlotte slacks off work, tempts a celibate slave into orgasm, and generally causes mayhem in The Training Grounds. Only a particularly harsh session with an especially sadistic Mistress called Karo gives her pause. She's even more perturbed when her boyfriend - who has been enjoying the sexual services of the island's many slave girls - takes off in his private plane, leaving Charlotte to endure months of very strict training at her new master's hands.

  At the end of The Training Grounds, Charlotte has been so wilful that she's to be moved across the river to isle two, which has a much harsher regime. The good news is that Suki, a very submissive girl who has licked Charlotte to orgasm in the past, is to accompany her there. The bad news is that the merciless Karo is in charge of isle two...

  Chapter One

  Charlotte squirmed on the hard seat as the motor boat took her towards camp two. Her bare bottom hurt from its most recent thrashing and her arsehole burned where the dildo had widened it.

  'Not long now, little slave girl,' Karo said.

  Charlotte couldn't see through the silken blindfold but she recognised the woman's voice, the incessant gloating.

  'Yes, Mistress,' she forced herself to say. It was a ridiculous word to call anyone - at least, it was when she was going about her everyday activities. But when her buttocks were being paddled to a tenderised scarlet, calling the woman Mistress felt just right.

  Charlotte blushed at the shameful memories. She could hear the other naked slave girl, Suki, breathing quietly beside her and wondered what plans Karo had for the two of them. She fervently hoped she wouldn't have to lick the other girl's private parts.

  Soon the boat shuddered to a halt and Charlotte felt her blindfold and velvet restraints being removed. She blinked in the sunlight and stared at her new island dwelling. Sand and palm trees stretched ahead for as far as she could see. Behind her was the stretch of water they'd just traversed - but she could no longer see isle one of the Training Grounds. She watched as Karo removed Suki's blindfold then ordered both girls to disembark. Suki's raven-black hair shone in the sunlight and made a beautiful contrast to her coffee coloured skin.

  They walked until they came to a large rectangular building. 'You're so out of control, Charlotte, that we've decided to take you back to basics. Think of this as your first day at school,' Karo said.

  Charlotte felt her cheeks redden slightly but she tried to look unphased. 'Yes, Mistress.' She'd just agree with the haughty bitch no matter what she said.

  Karo knocked on the door, the movement causing her long kimono sleeve to slide up her arm. Charlotte wished, as she did most days, that she had a similar sophisticated dress to hide her nakedness. It was terrible having people scrutinise every inch of your flesh.

  Hearing footsteps approach, she put one hand protectively in front of her pubis and folded the other across her pinkish-brown nipples. She was just in time for suddenly the door was pulled open and a man in a black cloak and mortar board hat appeared. He looked like something out of a 1950's comic strip, so much so that Charlotte let out a little laugh.

  As the mocking sound left her lips, she realised her mistake. Avoiding eye contact with the man, she hung her head and toed the ground like a nervous filly. Her sandals produced a puff of dust and she watched it settle back onto the sun baked ground.

  'Charlotte, this is Mr Steen, your new headmaster,' Karo said sharply.

  Well, I hardly thought he was the janitor, Charlotte thought and forced back another little laugh.

  'You'll be laughing on the other side of your face - well, your arse - in a moment, girl, if you keep taking that attitude,' the headmaster said.

  'Yes, sir,' Charlotte muttered. She risked a quick glance at Karo and was relieved to see that the woman hadn't produced a riding crop from the pocket of her kimono. Being punished by this school-fetish nutcase would be bad enough, but being lashed and humiliated by Karo was the worst thing she'd ever known.

  Mr Steen and Karo shook hands then he said 'Am I getting two for the price of one then, Karo?'

  The aristocratic woman looked at both girls then shook her head. 'No, you've only to educate Charlotte. I'm taking Suki to the police station as she's their new recruit.'

  'I'll bet she is!' Mr Steen said with a lascivious smile.

  'No, really - she's been very good so they've given her a proper job. She's getting to do their paperwork.' She turned to Suki. 'You'll get to wear clothes and choose your own menus, my sweet.'

  The Oriental girl smiled gratefully. Karo smiled. Charlotte and the headmaster glared at the favoured Suki.

  'Well, I'll just have to give my full attention to this one pupil,' he said with fervour, staring more intently at Charlotte. 'Can I keep her indefinitely?'

  Karo nodded. 'I'm busy training the advanced sex slaves for the next few months.'

  The next few months! Charlotte cleared her throat. 'Is it a boarding school then, sir?'

  The headmaster reached out and pinched one of her nipples. 'Well, as you're such a big girl, you'll be boarding with me.'

  A new wave of panic sweeping through her, Charlotte turned to Kar
o. 'If I'm really to be his pupil then surely he can't...'

  'Of course he wouldn't fuck you if you were really a teenager. But you're twenty-six, Charlotte - and Vernon says you've been a cockteaser for the past eight years so don't play the coy virgin now,' Karo replied.

  Thinking some very uncoy thoughts that involved a cockteasing Karo and an oversexed horse, Charlotte followed the others into the large and airy school. They walked until they reached a door that said Matron's Office. Mr Steen knocked and a short, sturdy woman opened the door.

  'Here's your newest pupil, Matron,' Mr Steen said.

  The grey-haired woman looked Charlotte up and down then took hold of her wrist and began to pull her along the corridor. 'Right, girl, time for your bath.'

  Charlotte gritted her teeth at this new ignominy and glanced back at Karo for support but the older woman was smiling gloatingly. Mr Steen and Suki were smiling too.

  'I just had a shower this morning,' Charlotte said somewhat breathlessly.

  'But did you wash in all your nooks and crevices? Trust me, Matron knows best.'

  Matron was a cunt, the twenty-six year old thought as she was led to a rectangular bathroom which held a deep white tub. To her surprise, Matron only ran a few inches of warm water.

  'In you get, girl,' she said.

  Charlotte took off her sandals and placed them carefully out of the way: she'd unpicked part of the strap and was using it as a hiding place for forbidden merchandise. Her secret still safe, she clambered obediently into the bath. She was all too aware that the water didn't come high enough to conceal her pubis, far less her full, round breasts. She reminded herself that her figure was a good one - hell, she'd even done some amateur photographic modelling - and that she shouldn't be ashamed of it.

  'Let's get you really clean, little miss.' So saying, Matron picked up a bar of carbolic soap from the side of the tub and began to lather Charlotte's nipples. She weighed and squeezed both breasts as she soaped and soaped and soaped.

  'Like girls, do you?' Charlotte muttered, driven by sheer embarrassment - and within seconds found herself being hauled out of the bath. As she stood there, bemused, Matron sat on the edge of the tub and pulled her over so that she lay naked across the older woman's knee.

  'A spanking hurts more on a wet bum than a dry,' Matron said, caressing Charlotte's small, dripping bottom.

  'But I was only joking,' Charlotte yelped. She really hadn't expected the matriarch to react so strongly or to have such brute strength. She quivered with mortification and uncertainty as the near-stranger continued to caress her soaking cheeks.

  Ignoring her protests, the older woman proceeded to lambaste her bare backside with what felt like a very rough right palm. Charlotte was only glad that Karo wasn't around to see it. The spanking hurt more than she'd expected but she was able to endure the soreness - she just didn't want others witnessing her sudden shame.

  'Let's finish that bath now,' Matron said a few minutes later, pushing Charlotte back towards the tub.

  'Yes, Matron,' she mumbled ashamedly then winced as her newly heated bottom re-entered the warm water. This time Matron concentrated her ministrations on the British girl's pussy, soaping her outer and then inner labia until Charlotte wailed.

  'That bit keeps getting sticky,' she said continuing to lather the aroused pink tissues.

  'Oh please, it's clean. I swear it's clean,' Charlotte gasped.

  But Matron continued to stroke the excited area until the twenty-six year old shuddered to a reluctant orgasm.

  'Oh, you bad little girl - you've made yourself all dirty,' she said softly. 'You'll have to be spanked again.'

  She helped an exhausted Charlotte from the tub and hauled her unceremoniously back across her lap. Charlotte lay there, her sex still pulsing from her recent climax. She hoped that Mr Steen and the others wouldn't come to see how she was getting on.

  This time the spanking hurt more than before for her buttocks were already sore from the earlier hard slapping. Matron had such a strong arm that she must surely work out with weights.

  'I'm sorry that I came, Matron,' she whimpered, wanting the stinging pain to stop.

  'You should be sorry. You're here to concentrate on your lessons.'

  'I'll concentrate! I'll concentrate!' Charlotte promised as the spanking went relentlessly on. She knew, of course, that the woman had deliberately made her orgasm, that she must want to spank her. It was doubtless part of isle two's re-education plans.

  At last Matron pushed her gently to the floor. 'Empty your bladder then we'll take you back to Mr Steen the headmaster.'

  Weakly Charlotte looked around and spied a toilet in the little anteroom. She got up and walked towards it then saw to her consternation that the area didn't have a door.

  To her further consternation Matron followed her in. 'Don't be shy, girl. I've seen lots of girls do this.'

  'I don't think I need now,' Charlotte mumbled, damned if she'd have an audience.

  In answer, Matron turned on both bath taps, the shower and the wash hand basin taps. 'Just tell me when you finally change your mind.'

  The relentless sound of running water soon made Charlotte need to empty her bladder.

  'Go on, girl. Remember, you'll get another spanking if you wet your navy blue knickers later on.'

  'I don't have any knickers,' Charlotte retorted in a sudden flash of spirit.

  'Knickers will be provided,' the matriarch said.

  Fuck it, she'd never get out of this bathroom if she didn't do as she was told. Refusing to meet the other woman's gaze, the naked Charlotte walked to the WC and squatted on it. A few moments later both of them could hear the stream of urine entering the bowl.

  'Good girl. Now come here so that I can talc your bottom,' Matron added exultantly.

  Blushing the colour of a ripe tomato, Charlotte obeyed. Yet again, she bent over the woman's knee, her soft curves forced against the older woman. To her chagrin, Matron reached for a huge talcumed powder puff and applied it to her aching arse.

  When she'd finished she took Charlotte's hand and led her wordlessly along the corridor. All too soon they entered a rectangular cloakroom which contained Karo, Suki and Mr Steen.

  'Ah, Charlotte, at last,' Karo said. She turned to the headmaster. 'Do you want to thrash her for her unpunctuality?'

  Matron stepped forward. 'No, she's already been spanked twice for disgracing herself. She got quite excited in the bath tub so she had to go over my knee.' She paused and Charlotte cringed, knowing what was coming next. 'Then she didn't want to have a wee but I had to insist on it. We can't have such coyness here you know, not in a setting filled with other girls.'

  'I see what you mean,' Karo said, moving closer to inspect Charlotte's bare backside. Charlotte shuddered as the woman stroked each cheek.

  'Some nice carbolic soap and a good dusting of talc is all such a bottom needs,' Matron said.

  'Really? That arsehole looks like it could benefit from a good teasing,' Mr Steen interjected dryly and the twenty-six year old blushed again.

  Desperate to distract the others from staring at her most private parts, she glanced around the large cloakroom and saw that each peg had a name tag on it.

  'There's yours,' the headmaster said, pointing to her peg.

  'But I've no clothes,' Charlotte muttered, knowing that she was stating the obvious.

  The man pointed to a small pile of blue and grey clothing on the bench below her name tag. 'You do now. Put them on.'

  It would be brilliant to be dressed again! Charlotte grabbed eagerly at the garments and separated them.

  'Put the knickers on first - not that they'll be staying on long,' the headmaster said.

  Charlotte grimaced as she stepped into the navy knickers and pulled them over her calves, thighs and bum. They were thick and warm and covered every centimetre of her well-spanked nether cheeks.

  'Now the blouse,' the man said.

  There was similarly nothing alluring about the blouse, a ga
rment made of sky-blue cotton. Charlotte also put on the striped tie.

  'And finally your pinafore dress and ankle socks,' the man concluded.

  Charlotte shrugged into the grey flannel and found that it stopped at the tops of her slim thighs. The ankle socks were equally workmanlike, being of plain white cotton. She reached for the sandals that she'd been wearing on her arrival, but the man pointed to a pair of black pumps beneath the wall-based seat.

  'You're a very pretty little girl,' Karo said when she'd finished. 'Give us a twirl but try not to show off your pants.'

  Charlotte gritted her teeth as she pirouetted, well aware that her pinafore was already exposing her navy blue knickers to their gaze. Suki smiled shyly but clearly knew better than to say anything. The headmaster simply stared.

  Matron stepped forward again. 'Charlotte, the school nurse will see you on Monday in the nursing bay at nine for your first medical inspection.'

  Before Charlotte could ask further questions, the woman had walked smartly away.

  Karo glanced at her watch. 'We must go too.'

  Mr Steen picked up Charlotte's discarded sandals and waved them at Karo. 'Do you want to take these? They aren't regulation school footwear.'

  To Charlotte's horror, the sandal's strap gaped open and the diamond ring she'd hidden there tinkled to the ground.

  Karo bent down and scooped up the expensive jewellery. 'That's Mrs Colhart's ring,' she said slowly. 'She lost it weeks ago. It was an heirloom so we looked for it everywhere.'

  Now she was for it. Charlotte racked her brains for a way out.

  'I found it on the beach,' she said at last.

  'But you know that slaves cannot own anything they haven't worked for.'