THE ISLAND

BY ABC-T

[ part 1 ]

My name is Julie I always lived on a much different island and grew up there. It does not seem so much different now that I grew up there. But the thought that my children might have had to live by the rules of the island as well scared me. My parents made a mistake in moving there as so many other parents did. The island was started when they had just gotten married and it advertised quiet a bit. The island advertised of a secluded place where children would have a better place to grow up at and more educational opportunities. But it was all a trick to get people to join the island. Once you set foot on the island you lived there and you were not allowed to move away.

When I turned eight years old I learned the secrets of the island. I was enrolled in a different school after my normal school. The after school classes I had started taking were sexual education.

My first day I went there it was quite scary, because none of my other friends were there yet. My best friend Suzy was to start in one week but I did not know that yet. My parents signed me in and gave me a lot of hugs and kisses they seemed very scared at what was about to happen.

It was very different from when they took me to kindergarten for the first time. At kindergarten they were not scared just happy to see their little girl growing up. They apologized to me “We’re sorry we moved here, we’re sorry.” I did not understand what they were apologizing for; the island seemed normal enough for me. The look on my parents faces scared me and I started crying as well, out of fear. My parents were crying in fear for what was about to happen to me as well. But they were also crying because they hated a decision they made in life; their decision to move to the island would destroy their lives as well as mine.

Chapter 2: Exam

At the sign in office everything looked rather normal. My parents signed me in with tears in their eyes. I couldn’t yet see over the counter so I couldn’t see what they were filling out. Then it was to the waiting room. In the waiting room there was one other girl with her parents her parents seemed sad as well. Finally their name was called and the girl got up to leave with the doctor. They weren’t going to have any of that, they grabbed at their little girl and snatched her up. They ran out of the waiting room and down the hall screaming “Nooooooo”. The doctor looked at her staff and said two words “catch them”. That was all I heard and there was quite a bit of scurrying around after that. I wondered what would happen to the other little girl?

Then the doctor’s gaze was directed toward me. “I guess you’re next.” She said. By this point I was really scared and I was trying to hide within my parents arms. I held each of my parents close, hoping that this was all only a bad dream. “Can we go in with her since she is still very scared.” My parents asked. “The lady started to shake her head but said “It’s usually against the rules but I will make an exception for you.” She said directing her gaze toward my father.

My parents stood up and had to pry me off the bench. My dad carried me in his arms from the waiting room and down the hall to the exam room. When I entered the exam room I was a little more at ease. It didn’t seem different from any other exam room I had been in. There was a scale for weighing me. There were seats and a bench for me to sit on. It would be just like any other doctors visit I thought. There was no table with scary instruments on it. There was nothing hanging from the ceiling. All those things I expected but I didn’t see any of them.

The doctor lady only had a clipboard some pens and a stethoscope. She was dressed in a white uniform and appeared the same way my pediatrician had looked. She had me strip down to my underwear so she could weigh me. She recorded my weighed and said that I was the perfect size. I wasn’t fat or anywhere around the plump size, I was skinny as many children were. She then used the stethoscope to check my heart beat. The metal was cold on my back and then on my front but it always was. I took several deep breaths and she seemed very satisfied.

She recorded something on her clipboard while she still held the cold metal against my boyish chest. She moved the stethoscope over first my left nipple then she moved it to the right one and again recorded something on her clipboard. That was strange no doctor had done that before. It caused my nipples to grow hard from the cold metal against them.

She next recorded my blood pressure and I had thought I was almost done. My pediatrician did that and two minutes later I was done with the exam. I was wrong though; she wasn’t done with examining me. Next she asked me to remove my underwear. I looked toward my parents for support but the just nodded their head. I never had to display that much for my regular doctor of coarse my doctor would put his hand down my panties and gently probe there. But I never really had to display myself for him. With my parents nod of agreement I slowly stepped out of my panties.

The doctor had me lie back down on the table and she instructed me to spread my legs. She pulled me down the bench so that my privates were very close and at eye level to her. The thought of this lady looking at me so closely right there scared me and I wanted to cover myself but she stopped my hands. She spread my pussy apart and looked at it. She gently pressed on the two halves and then gently touched the very top spot of my pussy. That was the first time I discovered that spot and it felt great but that feeling quickly went away, because it was from the doctor and not someone I loved. She tried pushing a finger into the tiny hole at the bottom but seemed satisfied when she couldn’t. Then she looked up at me and said, “This might hurt a little bit just try to relax.” How could I have relaxed if someone told me they were going to hurt me?

She removed some sort of metal object from a drawer. It looked exactly like a tooth scrapper and my eyes got huge as I realized what she was going to be scrapping. When the object disappeared from my view and was between my legs I started screaming. She brought the object back into view but I continued screaming. I didn’t want to be scrapped up, down there. My parents came to my side to comfort me. They helped a little but I started try to kick and scream again when the object disappeared a second time. They held me still so I wouldn’t kick and I felt the object touch me. I tried kicking really hard the last second but I couldn’t and the object’s tip was dug into my skin. She pulled at it and scrapped me. It hurt so badly and it didn’t stop she kept up the scraping, each time digging the object into a different area.

Finally it was over and she had what she needed. She put a towel over my pussy and gently patted it. The doctor left the room and my parents were still there holding me. They lifted up the towel and looked at the damage. I looked as well but I couldn’t see the area she was scrapping. There was blood on the towel though, that’s all I needed to see. They covered me back up and held the towel more firmly in place to apply pressure so the bleeding would stop.

The doctor returned shortly and spoke to my parents. “She appears to be okay down there but I had to follow protocol. I’m running the samples through the machine now. I should have the results to you within a week. I highly doubt she has any STD’s. Keep her clean down there we don’t want any infection to form because of the cuts.” My parents nodded and shook the doctor’s hand then the doctor left.

They again lifted the towel away to check if the bleeding was stopping but it didn’t appear to be. My mother took something out of her purse and placed it in the bottom of my underwear. That was the first time I had to use a pad and the last. When I started my period when I was thirteen I was taken to the hospital and had my tubes tied, standard procedure on the island.

They helped me get dressed and then we drove home. My daddy took me to bed later that night and checked the pad in my underwear. There was dried blood on it and it appeared to have stopped bleeding. He had me spread my legs and he looked at the wounds. He was very gentle and didn’t hurt me at all.

When he was pulling his hand away he accidentally brushed along the top where I had just discovered that day to be so sensitive. I flinched a little and he quickly jerked his hand away. He asked me if he had hurt me but I told him it actually felt really good. He seemed very pleased and he put his hand back on my pussy. He touched a finger to my clit and asked, “Right here?” I told him that was the exact spot and he started to rub me. It kept feeling better like something was building up inside like I was going to explode. It felt as if I exploded but the feeling felt great. That was my first orgasm.

I fell asleep shortly after that but woke up in the middle of the night because my mother and father were yelling at each other. I was too sleepy to make out what they were saying but my mom sounded very angry with my daddy.

Chapter 3: Learning the Ropes

For the next couple of days my parents took care of me and were extra close. They acted as if they were going to loose me. They made sure to take care of the wounds and no infection formed.

Within a weeks time the doctor had the results she wanted. My parents took me again down to the office and she spook to my parents. “Your daughter will start school tomorrow. The results came back and she was perfectly clean and normal in the ways of sex. Believe me you wouldn’t want to send her to the special school for children who weren’t clean.” I had heard the conversation but wouldn’t understand it till later. I was certainly glad to be out of that place so quickly I hated having to be scrapped the previous time and forever that would reside in my mind as a very scary place.

If I weren’t clean I would have been sent to a special school where children with STD’s attend. Things were more severe in the special school those children graduated at the same time as us but they were different they were beaten more and stretched much more.

I went home with my parents and relaxed with them. This was the last night of my childhood but I didn’t know that. My parents seemed to get the hint of it though.

The next day I was woken up bright and early. It was a Saturday and I never got up at 4 o'clock in the morning but I had to be at my new sexual education class by 5 o'clock. My parents hurried in getting me dressed and fed me. Within a half hour we were on our way toward the building where sexual education was held. Only the new students had to be there at that time. After the first time there you didn’t have to get up at that time, unless the master specifically asked of it but other than that you would have taken a bus there right after normal school. The class met every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and every once in a while on a weekend.

We arrived at the class and this was my first day. My parents freaked and so did I because my other friends weren’t there. But I explain how my parents freaked in chapter 1. It was really only my mother who freaked out and she also got really mad at my daddy because he didn’t seem to care about me going there.

Finally they drove away. I was left there in the front hallway with two other crying girls. I hadn't seen the girl that was at the sign in office with me and again wondered what happened to her? Finally a door in the hallway opened. We noticed it and looked toward it. Out stepped a man dressed all in black and he carried something I didn’t recognize. This man was to be our Master he was tall like my father and had green eyes like him to. He looked so familiar but then again I had never seen him before. He had a thick black mustache and had jet-black hair; he had a lot more hair than my father. My dad always remained well shaved never having a mustache and always being smooth. Our dying cries were renewed by the appearance of this man.

He herded us all through the door he appeared from. Inside the room I saw everything I feared I would see at the sign in office. There were instruments I did not recognize set out on tables. There were two exam tables, but these were different from any others I had seen. They had something that appeared to hold your legs. Hanging from the ceiling were hooks and chains. My greatest fears had come true.

He led us through another doorway covered by a black sheet as the door. In this new room there were two others doors, but my eyes didn’t remain on those black sheets long. For there were many padded tables in this room they all appeared in a Y shape form.

He led us across this large rectangular shaped room to the door directly across from the door we came out of. In this new room it appeared almost as a bathroom but it had many shelves, with cloths on them. This was the locker room; the room we entered first was the torture room; and the large room in the center of these two rooms was the main display area.

This man then led our still crying forms back to the main room. He helped each of us lie down on a Y shaped table. But we each refused to put ours legs in the V section. He helped us to do that by tying our legs down. He made sure we couldn’t move our hands or upper bodies as well by strapping us down to the table even more. He then left us there and walked to the room behind us, the one we had not yet been in.

Our cries died down but never stopped. Our master seemed to have been waiting for that and he reappeared. “Girls you really need to stop crying. Crying is not going to help. Just relax because nothing bad is going to happen to you today.” He then went around behind us and did something to the tables we were on. The straps came loose and we were free. “Girls stand up and strip naked. I will be back when you are sitting properly and dressed properly.” He again left the room and went back into the room we had not yet been in, I found out later that room was his office.

We stood there looking at each other but none of us dared take our cloths off. A television appeared from the ceiling and on it was a different man. “Ladies if you do not strip you shall be punished and since this is an educational video I shall pick one of my girls to punish. That way you who watch this will know what happens if you disobey.” The man in the video disappeared for a moment then reappeared carrying a girl on his shoulder. She was pounding on his back but it did no good. He placed her on the ground and punched her in the stomach. That caused her to double over from loss of breath. But that’s not the worst part the next thing he did was take advantage of her being doubled over. He produced a whip and he began hitting her with it. The whip landed on her back three times and each time it formed a cut that started to bleed.

The television switched off after that. All three of us looked at each other quickly and began to strip. The video had done the trick and it got us to obey. We stripped of our clothing even of our underwear. We all stood there blushing bright red from our displayed states.

A few moments later our master reappeared. He was carrying a whip just like in the video. Each of our eyes got huge. “Girls the video warned you and you aren’t sitting properly. That means each one of you gets whipped.” We each stood there trembling in fear. He walked to me first and got ready to punch me in the stomach. He raised his hand formed a fist and brought it down hard and fast. But he stopped in mid air. “I forgot I didn’t tell you girls how to sit. I’m sorry he said to each of us. Then he put his hand on my head and ruffled my hair. He said in a lower voice to me “I’m sorry.”

“Okay girls you are suppose to sit Indian style by your Y tables.” We each did as he instructed. He put the whip down and started to explain things to us. “I will start by calling roll. Jan.” The girl on my right raised her hand. She had brown hair, which reached down to about her middle back. I hadn't yet seen her eyes yet because she had been crying the entire time, we all had. She was taller than me by about five inches; it made her look older.

“Jamie.” That’s me I raised my hand. I was still very scared and was shaking. Especially so when he called my name and smiled at me. He must have liked me. He seemed very familiar but yet he couldn’t be someone I knew, could he. He must have liked my short skinny frame with still quite a bit of baby fat. My cute rounded face with my shoulder length golden brownish blond hair and vibrate blue eyes is what my daddy liked so much about me, maybe my master liked me for those reasons as well.

“Carla.” he called and she was the only girl left to call. She sat to my left with her head bowed way down. She appeared to be my height but she was skinnier her legs were long and very thin. Her hair was a pale blond that reached just below her shoulders. She had big brown eyes and a slightly longer looking face than mine. She had not smiled yet but she did later and she had dimples on her cheeks.

“Now that I know your names I will again show you the locker room. Stand up and follow me.” He said. We followed him back into the dressing room where he handed us our new clothing we were to wear when we were here. It was a white towel. It was a small one, which you would use to dry your hands with. He carefully showed us how to wear them by wrapping them around our waist. We jumped at his touch but it felt good to be covered once again. One corner had a button on it and the other had a small hole. The towels fit our waists perfectly and we discovered they had our names embroidered on them. The towels acted as small skirts but it felt better to be partially clothed in front of this strange man.

We were led back to the main room and we went to our Y tables again. We each sat down and realized the towel like skirt didn’t do much to hide our pussies when sitting Indian style. Jan pushed the towel down so it would cover her and the master didn’t appear to mind. He then began to explain the sitting positions, and how the one we were in was the regular sitting position. He had one other position and that was holding onto a chair or table while he spanked us. This was called punishment position and when were instructed to go into it we were to find the nearest chair and lean over it, I hoped he wouldn’t actually spank us.

He next told us the spot between our legs was going to receive a lot of attention and soon we would learn exactly what or pussies were for. I didn’t want this man touching me there, but I thought of when daddy did and how good he made me feel; I wanted daddy to touch me again.

He explained to us how we were to be lying on the Y table with the towel only draped over our pussies when we arrived. We were released that day but weren’t given our cloths back. We each sat in silence on a bench outside waiting for our parents to pick us up.

We each hoped they would hurry because it was very humiliating sitting naked on a street corner waiting to be picked up.

Our first day was finally over.

Chapter 4: The Towels

Later that day I was at home with my parents again. They hugged me and kissed me quite a bit when I first got home. They never asked me what happened and they avoided my question of what is going to happen on Monday. I asked several times over the rest of that day and Sunday. But the never answered me. It made me scared to think of what Monday after school would bring.

Finally it was Monday and I went to school. I tried speaking to some of the older girls at recess but all they said was “you’ll find out when your there. We’ll see you then.” I was getting sick of not knowing and I was almost ready to fake being sick just so I didn’t have to go. When a nice girl from the fourth grade took pity on me. She told me not to worry that nothing really happened to new girls at least not for a couple weeks. This relived some of my fears but then I would be scared again in two weeks. I asked her what was going to happen to me but she just told me if I obeyed the master then everything would be okay.

When school was over Butterflies were flapping in my stomach as I got on the new bus for the first time. There was the regular amount of talking on this bus, as had been on the other regular bus. I listened carefully to several conversations but none of the girls on the bus talked about the place we were all going to. The bus stopped at the two other elementary schools and kids filed on from there.

At the third one I noticed Carla get on. She looked sick and very frightened when she was walking down the isle. I was sitting next to the girl who actually started to tell me about the place, during school recess. The girl who told me not to worry was named Molly. She noticed Carla get on the bus and said, “She must be new." I briefly explained to her that Carla was a girl I met the other day. Molly stood up from her seat and said to Carla “I think you two should sit together.” Carla took the seat next to me and Molly moved to a seat further back on the bus.

I comforted Carla as best I could I told her what Molly had told me about the place but she still seemed scared. We arrived at the place shortly after that. Our Master was waiting outside with something that looked like a fly swatter in his hand. He stood next to the bus and watched as all 16 of the girls got off. We went in a side door instead of the main door. The side door led directly to the locker rooms. “Girls you have five minutes.” The Master yelled and then left through the black curtain.

Inside the locker room I didn’t know what exactly to do. I saw more of the locker room today. In there were several showers and next to each shower was a little pedestal. Some of the girls used the showers but I didn’t I took a shower at home and thought I would be fresh enough.

I followed in the other girls footsteps and put my towel around my waist. All the girls stripped completely naked and I saw that some of them even had breast buds. Most of the girls were completely hairless but some of them had a little peach fuss over their pussies.

I followed Molly out of the locker room with the towel wrapped around my waist. She walked over to a Y table and got up onto it. I got up onto mine, which was actually two away from hers. She lied down on the Y table and stared at the ceiling I did the same and then asked “What happens now” Three of the girls who were already lying on the tables told me there was no talking. Carla came and lied down on the one next to me. I warned her there was to be no talking; then we waited.

The master came in, in five minutes as expected. All the girls were already lying down. I wondered what would happen if the girls weren’t but I was sure I would find out, eventually. He walked all around us looking at us.

He went to the end of the row I could see all the girls looking at where he was so obviously he didn’t care if we watched. He went to the first girl in the row and pulled her towel off. He looked at her pussy for a little while then went to the next girl. There was an audible sigh of relief from the first girl.

The next girl he went to he did the same and she also gave a sigh of relief. This continued like that for two more girls until he got to the fifth girl in the row. When he pulled her towel off and looked at her closely he got mad. “You didn’t shave.” He yelled and the girl started crying. He then brought his hand down hard on her pussy. He smacked her pussy. This guy scared me now. I knew my pussy was sensitive and the thought of how much something like that would hurt caused me to start shaking in fear. He continued down the row with no other problems.

Finally he got to Carla. He didn’t just pull the towel off her instead he reached his hand between her legs and lifted the towel off after being sure to run his knuckles on her pussy. All the girls gasped as they saw how he took her towel off. I wondered why he did it different and why everyone gasped. It must have meant something to have your towel taken off like that; I surely didn’t want to find out though.

He came to me and pulled my towel off like he had done most of the other girls. I was still visible shaking in fear and instead of moving onto Jan right away. He walked to the top of the Y table. He put his hand on my head and got in close. “Just try to relax little one. Everything will be okay.” He stroked my head one last time and then walked on.

He pulled the towel off of Jan looked at her pussy and then walked toward the center of the room. “Stacy come with me. We have to take care of you first.” Stacy was the girl with the hair above her pussy. She was 13 and in seventh grade. She already had breasts they were small but they were breasts.

She got up off her Y table and walked toward the master. She walked in front of him and he guided her toward the torture room. That was the room with all the chains and stuff hanging from the ceiling. He disappeared behind the black sheet after her and we didn’t hear anything for a few minutes.

Each of us was staring at the black sheet, which served as a door. I was listening carefully to hear what was going on and I assumed everyone else was. Everyone always listened carefully when this happened. We did because most of us didn’t know what would happen if we didn’t shave, most of us didn’t have to shave that’s why. I jumped when I heard the first scream then I heard a second scream come seconds later. I was curious as to what was causing her to scream so I listened more carefully. Just before each scream was a smacking sound. She must have been being spanked I thought. Finally after ten screams there was a long pause during which you could hear Stacy crying and pleading, “I’m sorry.”

After several minutes you heard an increase in the crying and then there was a loud shriek. The crying sounds seemed to be muffled shortly after that and soon the crying died down to where you couldn’t hear more than a few sniffles. Soon after that the sheet moved and out came Stacy. The first thing I noticed was her bright red pussy. Upon looking more intently I couldn’t see any hair. The hair was gone but her pussy was a bright red. When she got to her Y table she turned to sit down. When she turned to sit I got a perfect view of her butt, which also had a red hue to it.

The master had not yet come out of the torture room but every ones gaze seemed to be directed toward Carla. The removal of her towel was different and meant something; I was sure I would find out soon enough. She was visible shaken at the way everyone stared at her. Some of the girls were talking quietly now so I looked toward Molly and asked her what was up. “The Master has chosen Carla today. That can mean many things it could mean pain it could mean fun.” She answered me. Carla sat between us so she also heard everything. At the mention of the word pain she quivered.

The Master reappeared from behind the black sheet and walked toward Carla. Everyone got quiet when the Master reappeared. Carla tried to protest at having to go with him. “No please I’m scared. Choose someone else please.” She said to no avail.

He continued to walk toward her and he came real close. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, now will you please come with me.” He said to her. She started to cry at his words. She jumped down off the Y table and started to run. He was ready for this a caught her. He picked her up and carried her kicking a screaming from the room.

She was gone, into the torture room probable to be tortured. I heard her screaming for a while but then she stopped. I heard a few moans come from the room over the girls talking but not much. I wondered what was going on in there. Was the same thing going to happen to Jan and I since we were new?

After about ten minutes he walked out with her in his arms. She looked completely out of it. He cradled her in his arms and carried her back over to her Y table. He lied her down on it and kissed her forehead. I looked over toward her and I saw she was asleep. I looked closer at her body and it looked flushed. The thing that stood out to me though was her pussy was all wet and shiny. She didn’t look hurt like when Stacy came out she looked fine. I wondered what he had done to her.

After that it was time for us to go. We all walked toward the locker room and started to get dressed. He carried Carla in and she was just beginning to wake up. He helped her get dressed. He slipped her shirt over her head and then he pulled her panties up. He straightened the front of her panties when they got bunched up into her slit. He then put her shorts on and left her to put her shoes on.

Before he left she stopped him and had him tie her shoes. Not all kids knew how to tie their shoes but most did by the time they were seven. I found out a little later that she was the youngest there. She started when she was only seven when most girls started Sexual Education at eight.

He said goodbye to us and we left through the door we had came through. Outside some of the girls road the bus home, While others had their parents waiting for them. My dad said he would be there to pick me up so I didn’t take the bus. I was the last person to be left standing there, while I waited for my dad to pick me up. I saw the master leave out of the other entrance to the building and he waved to me. He then proceeded to walk around the building toward the parking lot. I was getting a little scared because my dad had not yet arrived. I felt almost tempted to run to where I saw the Master go and ask him for a ride, but I still didn’t like him he scared me so I waited.

About five minutes later my dad came around the corner and pulled up next to me. I quickly hopped into the car and he hugged me. He then drove off and drove me home. My first day was over.

Chapter 5: Master Revealed

Later at home while I was taking my bath my daddy came into the bathroom. He wanted to check the scraps on my pussy to see how they healed. They hadn't healed all the way yet and looked an angry pink. I let him check and while he was he reached out and felt along the scars. The scraps were still a bit sore and I said “Ow”

He pulled his hand away right away and said he was sorry. I was okay so I started to close my legs and finish my bath. He stopped me and said, “would you like me to kiss it better.” I always did like him kissing my bruises better so I agreed to this one as well. He got between my legs and puckered up his lips to kiss my pussy. He gently kissed it once then twice and a third time. The third time he landed his kiss right on my clit and I jumped with excitement. He looked up at me “Did you like that?” he asked.

I nodded vigorously and he did it again. Soon instead of just kissing my clit he was circling it with his tongue. I reached down and held onto his head as he licked my pussy. I tried pulling him closer but he resisted. I even tried sliding forward so I could increase the pressure but he pulled back. He kept only lightly flicking it with his tongue and I needed badly to have an orgasm. The orgasm wasn’t cumming and I found myself on a plateau of arousal.

I was now dry from sitting for so long. He picked me up and carried me from the bathroom into his bedroom. He put me down on the bed and disappeared for a second under his bed. He retrieved something but wouldn’t show me what. Whatever it was he kept it down at his side. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed till my butt was right on the edge. He came up and started to blow onto my still hard clit. It wasn’t long before I was again on that plateau of arousal.

When he was sure I was at that state he brought up what he had at his side. It looked like a flyswatter, but it was leather. I assumed it was something to be hit with and I was right. He positioned it right over my pussy. I screamed in fear “No daddy please don’t hit me.” I said. At the same time I said this he brought it down with a smack on my pussy. He raised it up a second time and brought it down hard once more. That was all I needed to start cumming.

He stopped hitting me and was there to comfort my tears when I recovered from my orgasm. Although I had an orgasm the crop was very painful. When it was all over I looked at my pussy and on one of the halves was a bruise starting to form. My daddy noticed this bruise as well and said, “Opps wrong crop.” That’s when I learned what the thing was called. But I learned he had several, the one he used was primarily for punishment as it has studs attached to the leather strap.

He put the crop away and took me to bed. He lay down with me and he put his hand between my legs. He probed at my plump pussy trying to reduce some of the pain. “Don’t tell Mommy that I hit you. It was an accident. I promise that mistake won’t happen again.” he asked me. I assured him I wouldn’t tell her or anyone before I dozed off.

On Wednesday I had sexual education again but the bruise on my pussy had not yet healed. I hoped the master wouldn’t punish me for what my daddy did. I was really an accident and I was sure to get hurt even more if he saw.

The bus came to our school last; it rotates what school it goes to first. When I got on the bus Carla told me to come sit by her. I sat down and immediately my curiosity got the best of me. “What did the master do to you last time?” I asked her. She looked at me with starry eyes as if it was a fond memory. “He put his tongue on my cunny and I got what he called ‘a good feeling’.” It was a good memory for her.

My first orgasm was by my daddy and I remembered back to how good it felt, but then once again I remembered the bruise left on my pussy. My question was whether or not the master would be mad. That was a question for an older girl so I asked Molly. She answered and said “The master will probable get mad and torture you.” I gulped at the thought of torture.

When the bus got to the place the master was not waiting outside for us. We walked into the locker room and began to change. While changing Molly got a look at the bruise on my pussy and bent down for a closer look. “Does it hurt?” I told her it didn’t hurt that bad, but that was a lie. Of course it hurt it was on a very sensitive area.

We were all ready in our given time and were seated on the tables, with our pussies covered by the little hand towels. When he came in that day he did his usual thing he started going down the line removing the towels and looking at the girls pussies. When he got to my friend Molly he removed her towel the special way. She let out a soft whimper of fear as she realized she was to be his victim for the day. Then finally it was my turn.

Him having already chosen Molly I wasn’t worried about him taking my towel off any special way, boy did it surprise me when he did. I was also to be his plaything for the day.

I could see him staring intently at my pussy now, pondering the bruise. “Who did that?” He shouted at me. I answered him “M, my d, da, daddy did.” I said as I started to cry. He continued to look at me with almost a sad look on his face. That sad look quickly faded and he brought his hand down to smack me on my right thigh. “No crying.” He shouted and I bit my lip to keep from crying more.

He continued with the rest of the girls and hadn’t taken anyone else’s towel off his special way. When he was done he left us to his office. Some of the girls started talking a bit but it was hard to, knowing I was to be punished. “Gosh that’s the first time he choose two girls. But did you see how mad he got, when he saw she was damaged.” I heard from some of the girls talking.

He returned all too quickly from his office. All the girls stopped their talking and I could feel all their eyes intently watching me. “Molly, Julie. Please join me.” He spoke in a calm tone. Molly got up off the table but I was a bit reluctant. He wasn’t going to wait around for me so he walked over and took my hand. He guided Molly into the torture room but he practically had to drag me. I reached back my hand hoping one of the other girls would grab me and pull me away from him, but it was no use.

He pulled me into the torture room and pushed me to the ground. I backed away from him in fear, I found myself backed right up against a table with stirrups. He patted the seat on the one opposite the one I was backed up into and Molly got onto it. He picked her legs up and places them in the stirrups but kept the stirrups close together. He pulled some rope from a chest and walked back to her. He wrapped the rope around her ankle and secured her legs to the stirrups. He then pulled them apart causing her pussy to spread wide. He tapped his hand between her legs and excited a squeak from her, before his attention was turned toward me.

He got down on his knees and got more on my level. “Come here Julie.” He said to me in a voice that was soft and not angry. Some how his intentions didn’t seem all that mean so I crawled to him. He helped me to my feet and left me standing there, while he went to his chest again. He pulled out two leather cuffs with closable hooks on them.

He gently took my right wrist away from my side and wrapped a leather cuff around it. He then proceeded to cuff my left wrist. He positioned me to the side of the table; Molly was lying on and lifted my wrists high above my head. He clicked the hooks into the chains hanging from the ceiling, and then he left.

I wasn’t hanging from the ceiling by my arms but I could see and pulley system on them, so obviously he could have raised me off the ground if he wanted to. I looked toward Molly who looked at me. “He’s going to torture us isn’t he?” I asked her. She nodded her head, confirming my suspicion. “He will probable whip you while he puts his fingers in me.” She said and gave a shiver at the thought. He came back holding a tray of several instruments and a tube of something, also attached to his belt was a flogger.

He placed the tray down on a stand offset a little to Molly’s legs. I could see a set of pliers on it and several large needles. Molly couldn’t see the instruments on the tray in her position but she could see the look on my face.

Before he started using the instruments he took out two more lengths of rope. “Your going to need to be tied down very well for what’s about to come.” He spoke in a cold tone. “Julie please help me.” She said while looking at me with pleading eyes.

He tied her wrists together under the table then he went between her legs. She still couldn’t see what was in the tray; until he pulled out the first item, it was the pliers. He set them down right on her belly so she could get a good look at them. He pulled her pussy apart and kept it spread. She wasn’t at all excited by this, she was too scared.

He grabbed at her clit and held it between two of his fingers. He then grabbed the pliers and attached them; he pulled more on her clit. Then he reached into the tray and extracted a safety pin. Her eyes got big as she realized just what was going to happen. “Please don’t stick me please.” She screamed. He just looked down at her and laughed an evil laugh. “Not my clitty, please not my clitty.” She cried. It was no use for her to struggle as he brought the needle ever closer to her pussy. I closed my eyes, I couldn’t watch. As I closed my eyes I heard her scream out as the needle passed through her body.

She was really crying now and I opened my eyes. To see he wasn’t all that mean. He didn’t pierce her clit instead he pierced her down lower through her right outer labia.

He lowered his mouth to her clit and started sucking and licking on it while she cried. It took her awhile to feel the good sensation that was washing over her but she finally stopped crying and succumbed to the orgasm.

After her orgasm he came up to the side of her and held onto her. She relaxed in his arms while he hugged her. She was still crying a little but not much. He reached under her and undid her wrists. He had to keep hold of her hands so she wouldn’t touch her pussy. He untied her legs and pulled them from the stirrups. He stroked her hair once more before leaving the room.

He returned a few minutes later carrying a glass of water her towel and a pair of knickers. He helped her into the knickers then wrapped the towel around her waist. He then offered her the glass of water; he helped her drink it. Before he turned his attention to me he pulled out a beanbag for her to lie back on.

Now he looked at me but not with an evil stare. I couldn’t tell his intentions as he approached me with the tube that he brought in before. He got down on his knees and tried getting my legs apart. I didn’t want him touching me so I struggled.

He finally gave up on trying to get me to cooperate and moved around behind me. I saw him pick up the flogger and I knew what was coming. He whipped my back with the flogger but it didn’t hurt as much as I’d expected. It still hurt just enough for me to beg him to stop. He finally did and again went around to the front of me.

This time he had a bar with two hooks on either end. He grabbed the rope he had used on Molly’s legs. He wrapped the rope around my ankles and through the hooks on either end. This bar caused my legs to be spread wide enough for him to get his hands between my legs.

He squirted a handful of cream, from the tube. Then started to bring his hand toward my pussy, I screamed in fear because I didn’t know what the stuff in his hand was. He stopped only inches from my pussy and waited for me to calm down. “Who did that to you.” He asked. I remembered my promise to my daddy, not to tell anyone; so I didn’t tell him. “I fell, it was an accident.” He looked into my eyes and knew I was lying. “That doesn’t look like you fell. It looks like you were hit with one of these.” He said and showed me a crop with metal studs on it. It was exactly like my daddy’s crop but I still held firm to my story of ‘I fell.’

After a third time of asking me and getting the same story he dropped the subject after telling me “Be careful next time. I wouldn’t want you to break your hymen on accident.” I agreed to be more careful even though I wasn’t sure what a hymen was. I decided I would ask my daddy later what one was.

“This is only some ointment that will help you heal, can I put it on you?” He asked. Now knowing what he was going to do I didn’t try to move as he touched my pussy with his fingers. He rubbed very gently at the bruise and made me feel all better but he didn’t make me orgasm.

He finished and untied me. When I was untied he rubbed my arms and asked me how they felt. Since I wasn’t hanging from my arms and my feet were still resting on the floor the whole time my arms didn’t hurt, I told him they didn’t; but he continued rubbing them.

He helped Molly to her feet and walked with us out into the main room. He told us it was time to go and walked to the locker room with us. He helped Molly get dressed into her pants. He seemed very gentle as he pulled them up. He was being careful not to irritate her piercing. He also helped Carla tie her shoes before he left.

Outside I was again the last person standing waiting for my daddy, to come pick me up. Why was my daddy so late again I wondered. Then the master walked out he gave me a glance but proceeded to walk toward the parking lot on the side of the building. When he was halfway to the parking lot he turned around a called to me. “Julie come on lets go.” He said. I turned away from him but he called again “Lets go young lady.” He said as he started to walk toward me. He got ten feet away from me before I started to run. I wasn’t sure where to go but I was running from him, he ran after me.

He caught up with me quickly and grabbed hold of me. I was screaming ‘help’ but it was no use. I felt for sure he was going to kidnap me and hurt me. He held me down on the ground and said. “Julie, just listen to me.” I looked up at my master with tears in my eyes. I watched as he grabbed at his thick black hair and started to pull it from his head. He pulled it off to reveal blond hair like my fathers. Then he grabbed at his thick mustache as well and pulled it off. The face staring back at me was not the master I knew, but the face of my father.

He continued to hold me down, as I struggled to get free. I was mad at my daddy for being my master and hurting my friend Molly. But then I remembered how nice he had been to the girls afterwards. I then hugged him as he started to stand up. He carried me to the parking lot and helped me into the front seat of the car.

The drive home was filled with lots of questions. I never had known what my daddy’s job really was but now I knew. He explained to me on the way home that I would no longer be his slave in class but his helper. He called me ‘His little mistress.’ He also explained to me that he would have to be mean to some of the girls sometimes. He promised not to be too mean but he would have to still be mean. I hoped he wasn’t going to be mean to my friend Carla or Molly, but for Molly it was too late he had already pierced her pussy.

I was so glad he was my master because I knew my daddy would never really hurt me.