Further Training

by Sarah Veitch

  As she faced Miss Barr and tried to think up a suitable reply, the doctor walked back into the room.

  'Right, let's get you back over my lap for the fifth session.'

  'Couldn't we negotiate?' Charlotte mumbled, taking a step backwards. Miss Barr increased her grip on Charlotte's arm.

  'You just negotiated your way out of spanking four. Don't push your luck in going for five,' the man said. He sat down and patted his knees. 'Come on sweetheart. I'm looking forward to warming you up again.'

  Whimpering, Charlotte allowed herself to be pulled back over his lap. She realised that there was no point in fighting. Both he and Miss Barr were very strong - and they could call for reinforcements at any time.

  'I really am sorry that I pushed my friend into the river,' she said, meaning it.

  'You're about to be even sorrier,' the bionic-palmed doctor replied.

  Orgasm clearly hadn't robbed him of his strength for when he started to spank her again each lash was a full force one. Charlotte shut her eyes so that she wouldn't have to look into Miss Barr's grinning face. They hadn't bothered to bind her after untying her from the working girls machine but she didn't have the energy left to kick.

  Heat lashed over heat as the man continued to punish her. Charlotte began to sob but still he continued. Her anguished buttocks puckered and smoothed out beneath his brutal palm.

  'So hot...' she whispered.

  'I can feel it. It's almost burning my hand,' the doctor said softly.

  And still he spanked and spanked and spanked.

  'I've never seen such a red arse,' Miss Barr cut in.

  'Oh please,' Charlotte gasped out between sobs, 'I'll do anything.'

  'Well, that's spanking five at an end,' the doctor said, ceasing to slap her. 'So tell us what you'll do to avoid spanking six.'

  Charlotte opened her eyes and focused on Miss Barr. The gym teacher smiled back at her triumphantly.

  'I... I beg to please Miss Barr with my tongue to make up for all the trouble I've caused her,' the younger girl said.

  'Really? I didn't know you were a muff diver,' Dr Ritchie cut in teasingly.

  Once Charlotte would have blushed at his words, but her backside was so sore that she was beyond caring. If muff diving saved her from a further tanning, then she would dive hard and fast.

  The doctor pushed Charlotte gently to her knees on the floor and Miss Barr sat back and eased down her own shorts and panties then kicked them off. Charlotte looked dully at the hirsute bush then used her fingers to part the woman's labial lips. To her surprise they were heavily oiled with arousal and quickly wetted her hand.

  Charlotte located the gym teacher's clitoris and bent her head to it. She gave a tentative lick followed by another.

  'Put more effort in if you don't want to go OTK again,' Miss Barr said in a slightly breathless voice.

  Grimacing, the younger girl began to lap more fervently at the salty pink tissue. Soon she could feel the woman's thighs tensing in. She increased the pressure with her tongue and also quickened her rhythm, gratified when the woman yodelled into an orgasm which lasted an inordinately long time.

  At last Charlotte felt Miss Barr's hands on her head, pushing her away from her satisfied flesh.

  'Go back to the dorm now, Charlotte. You can have the rest of the day off to recover. But for goodness sake let this be a lesson to you - no more pushing other pupils into the water. And don't cause any other calamities.'

  'Yes miss. Sorry miss,' Charlotte said with false contrition. She felt emotionally better now that her prolonged punishment was over with.

  Half an hour later she curled up on her bed in the dormitory and fell fast asleep, though her dreams, as usual, were of ways to escape future punishments.

  Chapter Six

  Her dreams were still of escape - but in reality she was stuck here. After all, she couldn't swim across piranha infested waters and, though she'd walked for miles along the riverbank, she couldn't find where the overseers kept their boats.

  'Any idea where the boats are moored?' she asked the adult schoolboy standing next to her at morning Assembly.

  'You think I'd still be here if I knew that?' he said. He looked her up and down, clearly liked what he saw and held out his gold ringed hand. 'I'm Phil by the way.'

  'Charlotte. I was transferred here from isle one by that bitch Karo.'

  'Yeah? I've never been to isle one,' the boy said wistfully.

  'It was a lot better than here,' Charlotte admitted. To her surprise, she felt a pang of nostalgia for her life there. 'They'd deliver the finest foods to your cell in a hostess trolley - not like now when we have to go to the school canteen.'

  'And what was the work like?' Phil asked.

  'Oh, we did various things. You know, painted some of the buildings, catalogued the library books, picked melons.'

  'I'm picking melons all this week after school as a punishment for persistent lateness,' Phil said.

  She thought he smelt very sweet. Now she knew he must have melon juice seeped into his very pores. After all, the island produced so many of the large fruit that some of them rotted and had to be gathered and disposed of. Charlotte gave him a comforting pat on the arm. 'Are you going to enter the race? I reckon it's my ticket out of here.'

  'Can't - I'm about as athletic as a sloth on sleeping tablets,' Phil admitted.

  It was Charlotte's turn to do the appraising. She had to admit that he'd have looked good if it wasn't for his humiliating adult school uniform.

  'You weren't athletic before you came here?' she enquired as the Assembly began to unevenly sing the school song. She was fucked if she'd join in with their racket.

  Phil shook his head. 'No, I was a chartered engineer. I angered a girlfriend who has connections and she tricked me into coming here.'

  'I was fooled into taking a plane to the Training Grounds too - though at least they started me off on the gentler isle one,' Charlotte said, remembering how her boyfriend Vernon had tricked her. She mentally shook herself free of a sudden revenge fantasy. 'Anyway, I plan to win the race and after that they'll surely transfer me back to isle one.'

  'Which will offer you better meals. So what?' Phil said morosely.

  Charlotte smiled at him and stepped closer so that the curious pupil next to her couldn't hear her words.

  'It's possible to escape from there as they bring in provisions by private plane. All I have to do is stow away.' In truth, she'd tried to stow away before and been caught but it was a case of if at first you don't succeed...

  Phil stared at her but still looked unimpressed. 'All the official places at the race are taken.'

  'But there's a freestyle race at the end,' Charlotte told him. 'I'm going to go in for that and run like hell.'

  Phil sighed. 'You may be running on your own. The freestyle race is at the end and lots of people don't even stay on to see it. After all, everyone knows the freestyle runners haven't been formally championed by Miss Barr so they're second rate.'

  'I'm damned if I'm second rate,' Charlotte said angrily.

  'Sh,' the girl in front of her said, 'I want to hear what the headmaster is saying.'

  'Fucking swot,' Charlotte muttered under her breath.

  'They're real sycophants here,' Phil agreed. He looked at her more closely. 'Listen, if you're serious about entering the race you need to intimidate the hell out of one of the official race members. That way he or she will withdraw and you can put your name down in their place.'

  'Oh I'm serious,' Charlotte said grimly. She looked around at the rows of pupils. 'Who should we choose?'

  Phil played with the buttons of his white cotton shirt. 'What makes you think I want to be involved in any of this?'

  Charlotte slid a knowing hand down his grey-trousered groin. 'Don't you want to be my new friend, then?'

  She knew that she was going to get her own way when the young man shuddered at her touch and groaned softly. 'All right, count me in.'

  'So who do we intimi
date?'

  Phil glanced around then whispered in Charlotte's ear.

  'See that small blonde girl in the pleated grey mini skirt? That's Leeza. She's carrying so little weight that many people think she'll win.'

  'And how do we stop her?'

  Phil grinned. 'She goes out running at midday and her route takes her past the southside of the forest. We can wait there, jump out and scare her until she promises not to take part in the race.'

  'But she'll tell on us and you know what'll happen then,' Charlotte objected.

  'Not if we're wearing stocking masks which obscure our faces,' the former chartered engineer explained.

  It was a reasonable plan but it wasn't going to work. Charlotte sighed. 'I've only got my school uniform here - you know, socks. No stockings.'

  'I've got stockings,' Phil said then had the grace to blush.

  The headmaster said a few more words - Charlotte caught the word 'gallant' - then dismissed the assembled throng.

  'Meet you behind the bike sheds at 11.30 this morning,' Phil said with a wink.

  To Charlotte's surprise, the school yard did indeed include bike sheds though no one was smoking behind them. She found Phil there at the appointed time and they hurried, giggling, to the forest and donned the stocking masks that Phil had made. Then, breathing hard through the holes in the tan nylon masks, they hid behind two of the thickest trees.

  Soon they heard then saw Leeza jogging along. Charlotte's spirits lifted when she spied the girl - up close she was even smaller than she'd looked at Assembly. Phil gave the signal when it was time to overpower their prey.

  'Gotcha!' Charlotte yelled, jumping out behind Leeza and pinioning her arms behind her back. Quickly she bound the girl's wrists with her own school tie.

  'Don't try anything,' Phil added throatily then proceeded to take a silk scarf from his voluminous pockets. He bound the girl's ankles together as Charlotte held her in place.

  'What do you want?' Leeza whimpered as the two of them carried her towards a huge fallen tree trunk that could conveniently double as a punishment trestle.

  'We want you to bow out of the race,' Charlotte said.

  'No way! Miss Barr has been training me for months.'

  'We'll train you for months as well if you don't do as you're told,' Phil cut in.

  So saying, he bent her body so that it was arched over the tree trunk, her tied legs stretched out behind her. The fact that her arms were bound behind her back made it difficult for her to rise - but to make sure Phil produced yet another stocking from his trouser pocket and bound her waist to the fallen tree.

  'Have you got a fetish for those things?' Charlotte asked, half expecting the youth to produce a suspender belt at any moment.

  Phil glared and pulled himself up to his full height. His socks edged down and Charlotte noticed that he was wearing stockings underneath them. 'Will you thrash her first or shall I?'

  'You do it,' Charlotte said, staring at Phil's nylons then transferring her gaze to the thoroughly bondaged girl. She didn't want to hurt anyone, just desperately needed to enter the race.

  'I hoped you'd say that. I love thrashing small bottoms best,' Phil said conversationally and proceeded to yank down Leeza's white cotton shorts. Removing them revealed a white cotton thong which he pulled down with equal speed, leaving both garments bunched at her ankles as he couldn't get past the scarf which bound them tight.

  Phil stared at the girl's naked orbs for a moment then whistled appreciatively before edging her polo shirt further up her back. Then he got out his penknife and walked a little way into the forest, soon returning with a freshly-cut willow twig.

  'I'm going to beat you progressively hard, Leeza,' he said matter of factly, 'until you promise me that you'll withdraw from the race.'

  'I promise,' Leeza said quickly, squirming over the fallen trunk.

  Phil snorted out a cynical little laugh. 'I don't believe you. I'll know by the colour of your arse and the panic in your voice when you are truly cowed.'

  Feeling slightly sorry for the half-bared girl, Charlotte looked away. She wasn't a bully deep down. She was just looking out for number one, the survival of the fittest. If she could have paid money to buy this girl out of the race she would have done.

  Nevertheless, she felt compelled to look back as Phil flexed the slender willow twig. She watched as it swished through the air and landed across the centre of Leeza's milky white buttocks. The whiteness was almost immediately brightened by a stripe of shocking pink. Leeza cried out and tried to rise up but her bindings held her. 'Save your cries for later,' Phil said and repeated the stroke.

  Soon he had clearly found a rhythm which suited him and his arm rose and fell, rose and fell. Leeza's wails grew louder and her writhings intensified but he seemed deaf to her entreaties. The girl was gasping out various promises but he thrashed on regardless, turning her helpless spheres from white to pink to a tenderised red.

  'Stop!' Charlotte said at last, hurrying over and staying his hand. 'She's had enough. She's promised dozens of times to quit the race.'

  'Honeyed words are easily said,' Phil muttered, letting go of the willow twig. He rubbed his right shoulder then seemed to focus on Charlotte more fully. 'Sorry, I used to get teased a lot by a girlfriend who looked just like her.'

  Charlotte sighed. The last thing she needed was a post mortem of this guy's failed love affair.

  'Look, let me talk to her whilst you go for a walk to calm down,' she said diplomatically.

  Phil wandered disconsolately away and Charlotte knelt by the girl's face. It was flushed and tear stained. She screamed when Charlotte put her stocking-masked face up close.

  'Sorry, I forgot I was wearing this stupid thing,' she muttered, realising it must grotesquely distort her features. 'I didn't mean to scare you.'

  'I've done no one any harm,' Leeza said and cried some more.

  Charlotte awkwardly patted her head. 'I know. It's nothing personal - honest.'

  'He beat me so hard,' Leeza wailed, beginning to tremble anew.

  'He was supposed to intimidate you, not go blitzkrieg. I've sent him off for a walk and I won't let him whip you any more,' Charlotte said. She hesitated. 'But will you really give up your racing place?'

  The girl spoke through her tears. 'Do you want it?' she sobbed bitterly.

  Charlotte hesitated then realised she'd have to lie. 'Me? No.' She remembered Phil's own phrase. 'No, I'm as lazy as a sloth on sleeping pills. No, one of our friends who has already entered the race is frightened that you'll beat them. That's why they want you out.'

  She heard twigs breaking underfoot and glanced up to see Phil coming back through the trees.

  'That was quick,' she said.

  'I've calmed down,' he replied, 'and finalised my strategy.' He looked at Leeza's rosy red bum, walked over and put one palm on each cheek. 'Oh, it's very hot isn't it, sweetheart? Come over my lap for a nice long chat.'

  Leeza whimpered as he quickly untied the bindings around her waist, leaving her wrists and ankles bound and helpless. He sat on the fallen trunk and carefully pulled and manoeuvred her across his lap.

  'Will you withdraw from the race?' he asked, beginning to fondle her scarlet globes.

  'I've already said I will,' Leeza gasped out, her hemispheres flinching.

  'What exactly will you tell Miss Barr?' Phil enquired.

  Leeza clearly hadn't thought this one out because she shrugged: 'Whatever you want.'

  Phil played with her bare buttocks some more. 'No, it has to be in your own words, love, to sound convincing.'

  'I'll say... oh, stop touching me, please. I can't think when you do that,' Leeza said.

  'Don't tell me what to do. You're still an uppity little bitch who deserves a damn good spanking,' Phil said.

  To the watching Charlotte's chagrin, he raised his palm and brought it down hard on one of Leeza's quivering cheeks. He quickly followed through with another spank and another. Coming after the willow twig beating, th
ey must have hurt like hell.

  'I promised her you wouldn't punish her any more,' Charlotte protested, trying to grab at Phil's flailing right hand.

  To her surprise, he grabbed hold of her wrist and started to reach for her other wrist. Seizing the moment, Leeza rolled from his knees and onto the leafy forest floor.

  'Let go of me, you bastard!' Charlotte shrieked as Phil brought her hands together in front of her, pulled his school tie from his neck and used it to tie her hands in place. But he ignored her protests and marched her to an adjacent tree.

  By now Charlotte assumed that he planned to tie her to the tree and whip her so she was bewildered when he tied her so that she was facing him - and just inches away from Leeza. He then returned to the punished athlete who was wriggling about on her tummy in a fruitless bid to escape.

  'Now, now, sweetheart, stop trying to escape - you know I'm not yet finished with your naughty bottom. After your spanking you can tell me what you're going to say to Miss Barr.'

  Charlotte watched, mesmerised, as he began to berate the girl's scarlet buttocks again. She saw his large male palm striking soft female flesh, the sound echoing through the clearing. Each slap was followed by one of Leeza's heartfelt cries.

  'Talk,' he said at last. Leeza sobbed and sobbed. 'Not obeying orders? On your own bottom be it,' he said and began spanking her again.

  'Leave her alone,' Charlotte shouted but he ignored her. And Leeza was crying so hard that she'd stopped making sense.

  At last he seemed to run out of energy and let his right hand down though he used it to knead and stroke her trembling buttocks.

  'Talk,' he said again.

  At last Leeza found her voice. 'I'll tell Miss Barr that I've strained an ankle ligament.'

  'She'll suggest physiotherapy.'

  'I'll explain that it's an old injury reactivated since I started training here, that a physio once told me I'd always have a weakness in my right ankle.'

  Phil hesitated. 'Okay, I guess that sounds convincing,' he said in a somewhat disappointed voice. He caressed her flaming flesh some more. 'But if you tell on me or on... on my friend then we'll catch up with you when you least expect it and really tan your arse.'