by Sarah Veitch
'So, are you happy here?' she asked looking around the silent police station.
'Happy. Yes.'
'What do you do exactly?'
'The paperwork for the police station, the prison, military academy, school.'
'A mistress of all trades, then,' Charlotte said, keen to foster a relationship with her former acquaintance.
'No, one trade - paperwork. Just many businesses,' Suki explained.
'Right, well, talking of trades, mine isn't going so well. They've got me cutting wood and...'
'Many wooden items are needed here.'
'But it's not my forte. If you could put in a good word with the governor...'
Suki smiled strangely. 'I will find out what I can do.'
'If you could get me parole or whatever the fuck they call it. You know, get me out of here. Maybe say that I need to continue my education and get me transferred back to school?'
'Schooling is so important,' Suki replied, looking happier.
'Exactly, better than the moronic work that's all I'm being offered now.' Charlotte went on to voice all that was wrong about prison life.
Leaving Suki to sort things out, she went back to the jail and spent the rest of her Association hour on her own in the Recreation Room drinking hot chocolate and eating brazils. When her break was over she returned to polishing wooden chairs in the prison yard. Suddenly a shadow fell across her and she looked up. Oh hell - it was Karo, the cruellest Mistress she'd ever known.
'I understand that you're not happy here,' Karo said.
'I...' Charlotte looked around the sunlit, sweet scented yard and suddenly didn't want to leave it. 'Who told you that?' she enquired.
'Suki did.'
'Then she's obviously a liar,' Charlotte said.
Karo brought a small tape recorder from her black cloak and pressed the play button and Charlotte listened miserably as her complaints about the prison regime were relayed.
'We tape all conversations in the police station for legal reasons,' Karo explained. She held out a pair of handcuffs. 'Put your hands behind your back.'
Wordlessly Charlotte obeyed her.
'That's it, wrists close together.' She clicked the metal cuffs in place. 'I've heard nothing but complaints about you so we're going to my house for a debriefing session now.'
'Couldn't I just stay here and improve my woodwork skills?' Charlotte asked longingly.
'No, you're clearly champing at the bit so you're a big security risk. And the governor thinks you'll lead Lulu astray when she gets out of Isolation later this week.'
'So I'm damned in advance?' Charlotte muttered.
'No, you've been fairly damned by the school and the military. I understand that there are representatives from both august bodies waiting for us at the house.'
She led Charlotte to her motorboat and they puttered upstream until they came to a docking area. Then they walked for ten minutes, Charlotte's prison tunic earning her several nervous looks.
'Shouldn't I be in civilian clothes now?' she asked, hating the tiny grey tunic.
'Oh, you'll be bare-ass naked in a moment,' Karo said.
Charlotte remembered that the policeman, Mark, had used the exact same expression. She wondered if they all went to the same language school.
All too soon they walked through a gilt edged arch and into a magnificent rose garden. They walked up the path and the door was opened by a girl wearing a tiny maid's dress with no panties underneath. She curtseyed deeply when she saw Karo and gave Charlotte a sympathetic half smile.
'Nicki - take Charlotte to the Punishment Hall and fasten her into the hot seat,' Karo said. 'She's been a very naughty girl.'
Nicki curtseyed again and beckoned Charlotte to follow her down the cream-painted hallway.
'Oh, you'll need these,' Karo added, throwing Nicki the handcuff keys.
As they walked, Charlotte tried to get some information from the maid. But, as she'd found on isle one, maids were cowed creatures who were rarely forthcoming.
'So, what's the hot seat?' she asked nervously.
'That's for my Mistress to know and you to find out,' Nicki said.
Charlotte cast her panicky mind back. Hadn't she once seen a girl strapped to just such a piece of furniture? The Training Grounds overseer doling out the punishment had increased the temperature of the seat little by little until the girl was squirming and begging for release.
She was trembling by the time they entered the Punishment Hall - and she trembled some more when she saw Mr Steen and Miss Greer sitting there.
'That's my former headmaster and the storewoman from the army,' she whispered to Nicki as the maid led her towards the hated chair.
'Let me uncuff you,' the maidservant said.
Charlotte turned her back so that the girl had access to her cuffs. When her arms were free she flexed them then swung them back and forward for several minutes.
'Sit down,' the girl said.
Charlotte cast a glance at her small but interested audience then reluctantly obeyed. Nicki immediately strapped her arms to the chair so that they were held straight down by her side then used other straps to hold Charlotte firmly by the waist to the hot seat. Finally she tethered her ankles closely to the lower part of the chair. Charlotte was now completely immobilised and only a few feet away from her audience.
Nicki finished adjusting the bindings and took a seat on the floor at Miss Greer and Mr Steen's feet. The headmaster absentmindedly patted her head then continued to talk with the military woman. Miss Greer stared openly at Charlotte's naked tits and pubis until the English girl blushed with shame.
Then Karo entered the hall and sat beside the other adults.
'Mr Steen,' she said matter of factly, 'I left this new pupil, Charlotte, in your care. Can I hear her Report Card?'
Mr Steen took a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and put on his reading glasses. 'Indeed you can.' He cleared his throat. 'The pupil was disruptive from the start, leaving the school premises without an official pass. She stole from the shops and tried to trick a dressmaker into making her a new outfit. She pushed a pupil into the river - and helped kidnap and terrorise another pupil.'
'Wasn't just me,' Charlotte mumbled, trying to ameliorate whatever discipline was approaching.
'That's why I used the word "helped" before "kidnap". I know that you were jointly responsible,' the headmaster said.
'She definitely deserves a hot bum,' Karo said. She reached for a thermostatic panel on the wall and turned a dial. Within seconds Charlotte felt the seat she was strapped to growing hotter. It heated up until it felt so uncomfortable that she writhed in place and began to plead.
'I'm sorry I stole, Mistress!'
'A nice long wriggle on the seat will make you even more sorry.'
'I didn't know that it was dangerous to push Amanda into the water!'
'Well, now we'll imprint that lesson so you don't make the same mistake again.'
'I stopped Phil beating Leeza towards the end.'
'But you helped subdue her in the first place. That, too, merits you the hottest bare bottom,' her mistress said.
Only when Charlotte had been moaning and begging for a full five minutes did they stop.
'Nicki, untie her and bend her over Mr Steen's lap,' Karo said.
Her eyes downcast, Nicki approached and undid Charlotte's bindings. Wordlessly she guided the other girl towards the three adults.
Mr Steen was at the end of the line so when Charlotte put her stomach in his lap, her head ended up in Miss Greer's lap. To her shame, Karo then took hold of her hands and held them firmly and she felt someone else - it must have been Nicki - take hold of her ankles. As a result, she was firmly held across the headmaster's lap.
As soon as she was immobilised, he began to caress and palpate her tender curves.
'Oh it is hot now, isn't it sweetheart?'
'Yes, sir,' Charlotte whispered submissively, desperate not to anger him.
'Do you know,
I think it's a smaller arse than it was when you were a pupil. All that pack drill with the military must have really toned you up.'
'Yes, sir,' Charlotte said again, skulking about on his lap as he toyed with her feminine centre.
'I'm just making sure that you haven't been a bad girl. Seemingly one of your fellow prisoners tried to seduce an unvasectomised policeman,' the headmaster said.
'I haven't - but I wasn't officially told about the vasectomy rule,' Charlotte muttered, determined not to get the blame for once.
'No, men only have to disclose this when a woman makes a pass at them. At that stage I know you'd back off - after all, the Training Grounds is no place for pregnant women or children. But Lulu continued with her seduction and is in Isolation as a result.'
An idea came to Charlotte. 'Sir, could I go into Isolation as the rest of my punishment? I think I was too hasty in criticising the prison regime.'
She now longed for the simple life that the prison had offered her - out of door work where she fashioned sweet-scented wood and talked to Ayo and had recreation time.
'No, you criticise everything in the end. You just never appreciate a fair regime. That's why we've brought you here,' Karo cut in.
'And whilst you're over my lap, I may as well administer a damn hard spanking,' said the headmaster and preceded to do just that.
His hand reawakened the tenderness produced by the hot seat and Charlotte howled from first slap to last.
'It's time for your military offence sheet to be heard now. Nicki, strap her back into the seat,' Karo said.
The maid hastened to oblige and all too soon a snivelling Charlotte was again bound into the punishment furniture. Miss Greer took her time reading silently from the sheet. She should have won an Oscar for her performance, which involved much shaking of her head and loud tutting but at last she was ready to share Charlotte's offences with the other adults.
'Private Churr had bad attitude from the start. She complained about the uniform. She sneaked out after dark and stole luxury supplies from our storeroom. She was publicly punished - and during this punishment another offence involving a thrown apple and a parrot came to light.'
Nicki choked back a laugh and Charlotte managed a wan smile. Karo glared at them both.
'Go on,' she said.
'Private Churr was punished for this too - but her response was to run away. Before doing so she stole further supplies from our storeroom. She was captured by the police but resisted arrest so they had to punish her in the prison yard.'
'I understand she's also behaved badly in prison,' Karo cut in.
Miss Greer nodded sadly. 'Governor Bruce was too busy to make a personal report but we understand that Private Churr - Miss Charlotte Churr as she is again now - contacted the police administrative assistant Suki and complained at length about the regime.'
'I just had a chat with her,' Charlotte muttered, fearing that her bottom was in for a further roasting if she didn't talk her way out of this latest dilemma.
Miss Greer ignored her petulant outburst. 'Suki, of course, went straight to the governor and he listened to a tape of the conversation. The prisoner wanted to be transferred back to school and we thought her attitude so poor that she constituted an escape risk - or would at least be a bad influence on Lulu when she returns to her cell.'
'Theft, animal abuse and bad attitude,' Karo said slowly. 'In my book that deserves a very sizzling time.'
She turned up the thermostat and Charlotte began to wail. She writhed about in place, trying in vain to lift her buttocks a fraction from the hot seat. She pulled ineffectually at her bonds.
'I'll be good,' she whispered. 'Please let me go back to school or prison or to the military academy. Please, mistress, please!'
'No, none of them want you so I have to take over your training personally,' Karo said, turning the thermostat up a notch.
After Charlotte had been crying loudly for a moment, Karo flicked off the switch and told Nicki to untie her.
'Bring my newest slave to lie across my knee,' she said softly, 'so I can examine the merchandise.'
Her face wet, Charlotte allowed herself to be led over to Karo. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to bend subserviently over the older woman's lap.
Karo began to fondle and lightly slap her incredibly sore bottom. 'Your training with me starts in earnest tomorrow,' she said.
Chapter Thirteen
The next morning Nicki knocked on Charlotte's bedroom door and immediately entered.
'Time for breakfast, Charlotte. Karo likes us to eat naked in the Breakfast Room.'
'Gets off on it, does she?' Charlotte muttered, turning over onto her back and sitting up. She winced as her buttocks rubbed against the undersheet. She'd been careful to sleep on her sides and tummy all night.
'No, she's usually not there - but it pleases her guests to look at our breasts and buttocks,' Nicki explained.
Slowly Charlotte got out of bed. 'Is there no other way?'
'Not if you don't want to end up in the hot seat.' She hesitated. 'Charlotte, just do as she asks and you may be transferred to a kinder regime.'
'Will you be transferred?' Charlotte asked curiously.
The fair-haired girl looked hopeful. 'Well, I'm constantly on my best behaviour so I hope so. But I've only been here three weeks.'
'And has she ill treated you in that time?' the British girl queried.
Her new friend - who sounded slightly Scandinavian - looked thoughtful. 'Well, she punished me a lot during my first week because I'd originally set fire to one of the shops whilst having a smoke. But she didn't whip me during week two.'
'And week three?' Charlotte queried, remembering how yesterday she'd seen whip marks on Nicki's buttocks. She couldn't see them now because the girl was facing her.
Nicki nodded. 'Uh huh, but it was my fault - I stole some of her brandy. It was that time of the month, you know? I just craved something sweet.'
'Join the club,' Charlotte said. 'I stole some cherry cake and chocolate from...'
A buzzer sounded and Nicki looked startled. 'That's Karo signalling that we're late down to breakfast. Come on, she likes everyone in the house to keep to a routine.'
Charlotte looked longingly at the topsheet, wishing that she could wrap it around her nakedness. But Karo wanted her to appear in public in the nude, so nude she would be.
She tried to psyche herself up - but still blushed from her face to her neck when she entered the large square room and was immediately the focus of a dozen seated diners. Ten out of the twelve were men, and the entire dozen were expensively but lightly dressed.
'Help yourself to whatever you want from the buffet,' Nicki said. Her buttocks were so taut that they hardly moved when she walked over to the long trestle and helped herself to hot toast, smoked haddock and eggs.
Awkwardly, Charlotte followed her, choosing the same items from the extensive menu selection. Then the two girls sat at the same table and pretended to be unaware of the staring men. The women, Charlotte noticed, were far less interested in her and Nicki. One was reading an imported newspaper whilst the other was writing something in a large notepad.
'What now?' Charlotte queried when they'd finished their meal.
'Well, I have to work around the house. You should just stay here till Karo collects you,' Nicki said sympathetically then left.
As it transpired, she didn't have long to wait. Less than five minutes later Karo popped her head around the door.
'Gentleman, I'm about to start training my new slave, Charlotte, in the Endurance Room. Will anyone who wishes to observe please take their seats there within the next five minutes. Just give your refreshments order to the Juice Waiter at the door.' She turned to Charlotte. 'Walk in front of me. The room is here on the ground floor, third on the right.'
Charlotte swallowed hard. 'Yes Mistress.' She thought about it for a second then knew that she had to say something in her own defence. 'Mistress, I've already been disciplined for
the mistakes I made on the Training Grounds. Why are you disciplining me again?'
Karo pushed Charlotte's hair gently out of her eyes. 'Frankly, we've run out of suitable scholastic and work places for you here on isle two so you have to provide entertainment here for my dominant male guests.'
'You could let me go back to Britain,' Charlotte said, feeling suddenly hopeful.
Karo smiled sadly. 'That's impossible. Your boyfriend Vernon persuaded us to keep you for an entire year.'
'When you use the word persuaded, do you mean that he gave you money?' Charlotte asked feeling more and more disturbed by this conversation.
'Yes, cash and goods. Obviously we use the first to buy imports,' Karo explained. She glanced at her watch. 'Enough chatter! Walk to the Endurance Room and approach the trestle table there.'
An eager group of voyeurs behind her, Charlotte did as she was told. She soon located the room which had huge open windows. As she hesitated in the doorway, a man pulled on a long cord and huge slats in the roof opened to let in further sun. The large room now offered all the benefits of being out of doors - but they'd be able to protect the equipment by simply pulling the slats shut if there was a sudden shower.
And there was a lot of equipment to protect. Charlotte stared nervously at the numerous dildos, vibrators, clitoral massagers and anal plugs which were all held in individual glass cases on the wall. A large sign said Please Disinfect All Pleasure Toys After Teasing Your Slave.
'How many slaves do you have here?' Charlotte asked faintly.
'As many as the military academy rejects,' Karo explained. She clapped her hands. 'Whilst I normally welcome questions which will help you to learn, the Endurance Room is not the place for them. Simply concentrate here on doing exactly what you're told, no matter how difficult it is.'
'And will that...?' Charlotte started, but a quick slap to each buttock from Karo made her bite back her words.
'Stretch out on the trestle,' the woman ordered.
Beginning to tremble, Charlotte clambered onto the large table and lay flat.
'Now stretch out your arms and legs to their full extent. No, silly girl - out to the four corners. Come on, you can stretch further than that.'
