"Mrs. Sara Wells, what brings you to our little school today?"

"Well, Ms Harkness..."

"It's actually Miss Harkness. Miss Amanda Harkness."

"Fine. Miss Harkness... I would like to enroll my children in your school... for the summer."

"Three children?"

"Yes. My oldest is Laurie. She's 12, and then I have a son, Jeff, who's 11, and then the youngest, Missy, who just turned 9."

"I see. Perhaps you should come back in September and enroll them in our regular..."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. You see, they normally stay with my ex-husband Chris during that part of the year. I get them for the summer."

"I gather Mr. Wells knows nothing of this?"

"No. he wouldn't approve of this at all. He doesn't believe in strong discipline for children."

"And you do?"

"Absolutely. Young girls should be trained in proper etiquette and taught to be seen rather than heard. Also, I want none of this tattoo nonsense."

"And your son?"

"Young boys are disgusting little creatures who like to touch themselves. They need to be taught proper control."

"You're quite right Ms Wells. However, all that takes time. I hardly see..."

"I was told you had a special accelerated program that you ran during the summer."

"Yes we do but the cost is..."

"My ex was generous enough to pay for a trip to Europe for all of us this summer. I'm sure this check will cover your... tuition... nicely."

"Yes it will, and then some. Would you like a refund of the excess amount?"

"If my children are properly trained by the end of the summer, consider it a bonus."

"As you say. Where are the little darlings?"

"Outside in a van I rented. I hired a couple men to help with the delivery since I knew they wouldn't want to come here on their own."

"No problem. Keep your seat. I'll have some of my assistants go get them."

In a few moments three children were led into the room. They were all tied at the wrists and elbows with cord and gagged with heavy duty duct tape.

"Your men do decent work. I assume by the way their jaws are open they have some sort of mouth packing inside?"

"Socks, I think. I really didn't get into the details." Sara said off-handedly.

Amanda looked over the children. They all wore what they'd been sleeping in. Laurie was gorgeous, with long brown hair and a very nice tan. Excellent body for a preteen. She looked upset and frightened. Jeff, a normal-looking boy in every way, appeared completely confused. Missy was the one who intrigued her. The little blonde had very long hair and an excellent tanned figure that was just beginning to develop in all the right areas. What truly caught her attention was the little girl's face. She wasn't wing fright at all, only anger.

Amanda smiled. "Let me guess. Laurie is a typical girl, meaning she's mostly concerned with the telephone, her looks, and boys. Jeff's all boy who loves sports and teases his sisters mercilessly. Missy is the smart one, who back talks and questions everything.

How did I do?"

"That's amazing. Dead on target. How did you...?"

"It's a small talent that comes in handy at times." Amanda said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"May I ask about your training procedures?"

"Of course. We tend to keep all of our students strictly gagged most of the time. It instills discipline and prevents a lot of nonsense. Penis and prod gags are used on the girls for obvious reasons, while we tend to use ball-gags for the boys. We also find anal plugs to be quite effective and use them often.

"Interesting. Let's discuss the boy, specifically." "Boys tend to fall into two distinct categories. Submissive and aggressive. Submissive boys will often display homosexual tendencies, while..."

"I'm not interested in turning my son into a fag."

"Of course not. I was merely pointing out that we have ways of dealing with boys like that. It's very unlikely Jeff would show any of those tendencies."

"He's all boy. Too much so."

"For that we recommend a daily milking routine to start with."

"Excuse me? Milking?"

Amanda laughed. "That's just what we call it. At least twice a day, sometimes more, we have one of our female staff members... or another female student... masturbate the boy until he ejaculates. This tends to calm them down considerably."

"How is this done?"

"By hand usually, but sometimes orally and sometimes with a machine we have that's specifically made for the job. We generally save that for punishment however."

"Punishment? A machine that masturbates horny little boys? Sounds more like a treat than any punishment."

"What do you know about a male penis, Ms Wells?"

"I suppose I know as much as most women. Why?"

"The head of a male penis is quite sensitive. During and immediately following an orgasm it's extremely sensitive. The milking machine never stops. No matter what it continues to pull and suckle. After a cum or two, what started out as pleasure soon turns to discomfort. Even pain."

The children, standing in the room, heard all of this of course. Jeff grunted and shook his head no. Laurie wailed and mmmphh'd into her gag. Little Missy tried to kick her mother in the shin but missed.

"Now children. It's all for the best. You'll see." Sara cooed at her captive kids.

"Ms Wells, why don't you come back in week and see how things are progressing?