INHERITANCE
A dark and sadistic tale set in England during the First World War

BY DICKINS
dickins22@hotmail.com

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

[ part 4 ]

Cruel Preparations

Anne Bishop had proved invaluable to Victoria and Simon in their new venture, not only for her advice about the furniture and the layout of the old priory, but also with her preparation and assistance with Jeremy and Hannah.

“Now! I take it that you will want to abuse the new children, in the same way as you have Jeremy and Hannah?” Alice asked sternly, as she looked over the detailed illustrations in the furniture catalogue.

“Oh Yes!” Victoria and Simon chorused.

“Well then! The chairs will need to be much stouter, with a varnished wooden seat, so that they can be easily cleaned,” she said.

“Cleaned?” Victoria asked.

“Yes! Children often wet themselves when they are frightened or in pain,” Anne nodded. “The chairs will be used in ways not intended by the designer, so stout frames are best. As for the beds; I suggest you go for a steel frame,” she told them.

“But they are three times more expensive than the wooden ones!” Simon complained.

“It is a lot easier to bind a child to a metal frame, than a wooden one,” she told him. “Easier, and less forgiving than wood when you want to stretch their little bodies,” Anne explained.

“I'd also buy two more than needed. If you stand them on their ends, they make a perfect frame for suspending the children without having to install all those tale-tale hooks and eyes,” she grinned.

“Where are the linen and broom cupboards?” she asked, going to the table where the plans were laid out. Simon did a search, and then showed her a floor plan pointing out the cupboards, chewing his lip when she shook her head again.

“Oh No! You need to place them next to the points of interest,” she told him, grabbing a pencil and roughly drawing lines, changing the inside of the building.

“You can't do that!” Simon wailed.

“If you put them here and here,” Anne explained, redrawing the plans of the interior, “Then you can create spy-holes in the walls so that you can look into the bathrooms and dormitories,” she explained. They then went on a tour around the priory and Anne had many other suggestions, ranging from the plumping, the windows, and the floor including the coat hangers they were going to hang in the reception area.

“I suggest really stout coat hangers and set high up, so the children have to stand on a bench to reach them,” she suggested.

“We could use them to suspend the children,” Simon said with a smile.

Anne smiled and nodded. “Use short benches, six feet long and cover the legs in rubber,” she told them. “You can then lay them at an angle between the floor and the wall and because of the rubber, the benches won't slide out of position,” she said with a smile.

“The benches at St Saviour’s have holes drilled in them,” Victoria remembered.

“They would be perfect for restraining a child,” Simon argued.

“Quite!” Anne grinned.

“Boys could be tied to the bench, with their cocks and balls pulled roughly through the holes. It's exciting, to be able to whip their bottoms one side, and their genitals the other, without them being able to see when the next stroke was coming,” she told them.

“I definitely want to try that,” Victoria murmured.

******

Simon and Victoria made a point of testing all the furniture they had ordered. The manufacturers had to provide one sample of each item for them to test, and would then be told whether more were required, or whether it was to be handed back as unsuitable.

The chair was the first piece of furniture to be tested, to find out if it could withstand the struggles of a child being whipped, and the library was chosen for the test. John and Walter moved the armchairs from in front of the fire, so that there would be plenty of room to manoeuvre.

“Go and prepare Jeremy and Hannah, and then bring them down to the library!” Victoria told Anne, her voice giving away her excitement.

After an agonizing wait, Miss Bishop escorted the children into the library, and as soon as they saw their tormentors again, they cowed and started to whimper.

Dressed in their little uniforms, it was difficult to see what Anne had done, but from their tears it was obvious that her preparations had been rough.

“Remove their uniforms,” Victoria ordered.

Once they were naked, Simon tied Hannah’s little wrists to one of the radiators, and drew Jeremy over to the chair, where Victoria and Anne were waiting, dressed in tight fitting jodhpurs and blouses; and with their hair tied back in order not to obscure their view.

“Kneeling first!” Anne suggested. In her a hand, Anne carried a specially designed riding crop that had a particularly large piece of leather at its tip.

As soon as Jeremy was pushed into position, kneeling on the seat with his upper body bent over the back, Anne began to whip his bottom and upper thighs, sometimes with the flat leather blade at the end of the crop, and sometimes with the full crop.

Each stroke delivered up a different kind of pain, and each left its own mark upon the sensitive cheeks of his little bottom.

Stroke after stroke made the boy jump and squeal. His sobbing turned to uncontrollable crying while his upper thighs and handsome bottom soon turned a burning red, interspersed with the vivid lines the crop itself provided.

Anne stopped and gathered her breath, then instructed Simon to move the boy.

“Now! Bent over the back,” she told him.

With Hannah watching on in wide-eyed horror, the boy was tugged up by his hair and made to stand so he could be pulled round to the chair's side, then dragged over the seat.

“You may want to consider drilling a hole through the back, so their cocks and balls can then be pulled through, securing them much more firmly in place,” Anne suggested while Simon tied the boy's wrists to his own knees.

Victoria’s excitement had made her all light headed, as she watched Jeremy’s bottom and thighs being thrashed. Now it was her turn, she tried putting her excitement to one side and concentrate on the task in hand.

She had chosen the rattan cane once again, preferring to keep with the tool she was used to, rather than experiment with the tools Anne had brought with her. The cane was long and slender and completely smooth, without any of the ridges associated with a bamboo cane.

Tapping it across the apex of his little bottom brought a flood of tears and blubbered begging from the boy. Simon licked his lips and waited expectantly to one side.

Anne smiled, hands on hips as she too waited.

Then Victoria delivered the first cut, arm and wrist both used to provide a savage swipe, one that literally cut into his flesh to bring it up in a fierce wound that quickly brightened.

The wail from the boy swept Victoria into a new heaven, suffused with pleasure, before she saw the tenderised top of his thighs beckoning her. Once more, she tapped the flesh that was to receive her strike and the boy's struggles doubled.

He screamed for their mercy, begged them to allow him to please them some other way. Victoria looked into his tear filled eyes and tensed as she delivered the second harsh strike. As quick as a cobra strike, the cane rose and fell, striking hard and deep, causing the boy the to scream again even more loudly.

All three adults watched the boy arch and kick to the limits of his bonds. But only Simon's excitement showed; a bulge in his trousers that threatened to burst at least one button of his fly.

“One more!” Anne told Victoria.

Victoria stepped up to her brother and smiled at him as she reached slowly for his manhood, feeling it through his trousers, whispering in his ear of pleasures to come.

Panting hotly, aware that the new flush to her skin give away her excitement, Victoria schooled herself to be calm and raised the cane to tap it along the underside of the boy's pert little bottom.

Almost immediately, his dying sobs rekindled as he guessed what was to come, and his head shook pleadingly from side to side, his tears spinning off as if from a fan. As smartly as her previous strokes, the cane rose and fell, landing with a sharp crack that heralded the boy's scream and mad struggles.

Victoria stretched, her thighs squeezing together as the view before her sent knives of bliss into her body. And when she didn't think the pleasure could be more complete, she watched Anne position Simon on his knees before the screaming boy, releasing his cock to then force the lad's mouth down to it, making him scream around the head of his cock.

Victoria sobbed and bit her lip, a much needed orgasm flooding her with delight. Simon, his eyes wide, jerked with the powerful jets of sperm he released into the spluttering boy's mouth.

******

Hannah cried and squirmed in an effort to resist being drawn to the chair. Simon's cock showed new life as he took her round her slender waist and pulled her to it, then forced her over the back holding her there while the two women fastened her wrists to the front legs and her ankles to the back.

“There quite spirited!” Victoria remarked, as she battled with the girl's anxious attempts to evade having her wrists secured.

“Yes! They were recent acquisitions at St Saviour’s, and similar to the children you will be sent from the Ministry. Your mother thought it appropriate that you get used to their wilfulness,” Anne grinned.

Once Hannah was in position, Victoria drew Simon’s attention to the child’s widely parted bottom and the delightful little cunt peeking out from between her thighs.

“Now its your turn!” Victoria told an excited Simon.

“Thank you!” Simon replied, already breathless with excitement.

He picked up a birch rod, and made sure that Hannah saw it.

Testing it through the air, he took his time to roll up his sleeves while the girl pleaded not to be whipped. She looked lovely, Simon thought, bent over as she was, her wrists twisting in a vain effort to get free.

She looked at him endearingly, her eyes full of tears while her rosy cheeks gleams from their passing.

“This will more than tickle your bottom,” he told her, as he glanced excitingly at the smooth round labia peeking from between her thighs, so young and pink, so lovely and yet so delicate.

He stepped up behind her and gauged the distance, touching her bottom with the tips of the birch, as Hannah’s weeping started to grow more frantic.

A deep breath, his arm bending back, and his legs turning the way his old instructor taught him, and the twigs were descending, their last inch sweeping across both her bottom cheeks, a few springing out to whip into her delicate little cunt.

The child erupted in agony, screaming loudly as the vivid cut marks quickly decorated her little bottom, and made her do a merry dance.

“There! You can see how the chair back is starting to move,” Anne shouted over the screams of the child.

Simon didn't care about the chair; his eyes were firmly on Hannah’s lovely little bottom and cunt.

He moved slightly to one side, wanting to make sure that the furthest cheek received the same harsh impact as the nearest. Then, as before, he reached well back before bringing the twigs down once more across her lacerated bottom, further tearing the well-prepared surface.

“You will have to tell them to make the joint between the back and the seat more sturdy,” Anne remarked.

Excitedly, Simon delivered a third harsh stroke, his breath held as he aimed between her bottom at her little cunt, to see how pretty the lips would look, scorched by the twigs in his hand.

Hannah’s reaction was the best yet, her whole body erupting in her bonds, her manic screeches filling the room while, behind her, her pee spurted uncontrolled from her cunt, the rounded puffy lips now decorated with brightening lines from the strike of the twigs.

Miss Bishop’s lips thinned in distaste at the sight of Hannah losing control.

“Dirty little tart! Give her another stroke for that,” she told Simon curtly.

Breathing heavily, Simon grinned and obeyed, but this time he struck downwards from directly above, the twigs striking between her bottom, and directly onto her cunt and anus at the same time.

Now everyone could see just how loose the chair was as the girl was thrown into another fit of pain, screaming and struggling, weeping uncontrollably, totally oblivious to all the excited looks she was receiving.

Simon looked up from his inspection of her bottom to glance over questioningly at Anne and Victoria.

“May I?” he asked, a hand on his fly. “I don't see why not, do you my dear?” Anne asked Victoria.

“Now my dear! Make a good show of it, and fuck the little tart hard for at least five minutes before you finish,” Victoria urged, as her finger drew his attention to the clock on the far wall.

Simon smiled at the challenge and unbuttoned himself, then presented his stiff cock to her scored vulva. Thumbing her little cunt apart and ignoring her increased tears, he glanced across at the clock waiting for the minute hand to move, and then thrust powerfully into her.

Hannah’s wail made his cock jerk with pleasure deep inside her hot confines, then he was moving, sliding slowly from her hot and tight little cunt to then power quickly back into her, a method that had her squealing with each deep thrust, and sobbing uncontrollably.

Breathing deeply with lust, Simon gripped her sore bottom and watched his cock draw slowly out of her little cunt, only to thrust it back in again roughly. The ladies came to stand on either side, watching without expression except to nod or smile as he looked for praise.

“Three minutes to go,” Anne warned him.

Simon felt a twinge of fear, and was surprised that only two minutes had passed. The girl's tight cunt, together with her little wails and sobs, was beginning to affect him, and lifting him towards his peek.

He closed his eyes and tried thinking mathematics, the girl's little cunt rippling around him as he thrust once more into her tightness.

On and on he went. The girl's sobs had gone and she was like a rag doll, hanging limp over the chair, only her little cunt telling him she was still felt the whole width of his cock.

“One more minute Simon,” Anne warned.

He groaned, and groaned again more loudly as he felt her warm hand cup his bottom. She was smiling proudly at him, glancing between his face and his thrusting cock.

Victoria was doing the same at the other side, her cheeks revealing her pleasure as her own hand joined Alice's on his bottom. Without a word they began to pinch his bottom with each thrust. This made his cock jerk deep within the young girl and his breath quickened with a fresh rise of his impending orgasm.

“Ladies!” he gasped, feeling it begin to escape his control.

“Just a little bit longer,” Victoria whispered. Her fingers inched along his anal crease and felt Anne’s already there. Between them, they drew his cheeks apart.

“Victoria!” Simon panted, his eyes widening as he felt what was to happen. Groaning, his anus twitched and relaxed, trained through years of being at a boy’s boarding school.

“Let me,” she breathed.

“Yes, yes! Now!” he cried. His sister's long finger invaded him, at the same time as he entered Hannah’s tight little cunt. With a cry, he erupted, his body thrust into the child while a finger invaded his anus, speeding up into him to there curl and press down.

Like a marionette, he erupted a second time, jerking deep inside the girl while his anus rippled around the finger invading him. Pain and pleasure convulsed within, jerking him hard up against the sobbing girl's bottom, and pushing in an effort to get deeper, mauling her little body indiscriminately with his fingers.

“Good boy, good, good boy,” Anne was murmuring as she drew him away from the child and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

She squeezed and rubbed it, forcing it to remain erect while, having withdrawn her finger from his bottom, his sister kissed his lips. In the confusion following his orgasm, he was like putty in their hands.

The blindfold placed over his eyes just appeared, as if from nowhere, and the pressure of their combined hands easily drew him down to his knees, his muddled mind unable to make any sense of it, even as his hearing picked up the rustle of clothes.

He recognised Anne’s hand around his cock when it came, and guessed it was hers that pulled his head back. Then more hands were in his hair, holding him while movement surrounded him, unseen and yet sensed.

The heady fragrance of womanhood struck him and, a moment later, the smooth warm skin of thighs surrounded him, pressing his face flat as the damp unfurling of a woman's cunt descended on his mouth and nose.

With a gasp he opened his mouth and licked frantically.

The wet, fleshy folds slid over him, back and forth, pressing down urgently while the hands drove him harder against her pubic bone.

Simon's tongue became more knowing, dipping into her furnace hot, and tight cunt, then slipping forward to jump upon the swollen button at the apex of her open cunt. The thighs pressing upon his face eased, then tensed even stronger as hands that had merely urged before, hurt as they demanded he move and lick more firmly.

Simon avidly worked against his sister's cunt, knowing it was her but unable to verify it by sight. His head twisted back and her crotch was pushed back and forward on him.

The joy of licking her became a chore, but the hands demanded that he continue, and then with the spill of her pleasure flowing, he licked gratefully, partially glad his work was over. But Victoria demanded more and, far from stopping, pushed him still more harshly into her wet cunt, riding his head ruthlessly as she sought to come yet again.

The hands gripped his cock harder, the nails beginning to scrape and drag, to pull and pinch. The hand that had cradled his balls squeezed and brought a cry from him of pained delight.

“Do it now!” Victoria demanded hotly, panting with lust as she gazed down at his head, her pelvis rocking back and forth, riding his nose, chin and mouth.

Anne cried out with pleasure as Simon came, his seed spurting across her palm, creating a pool of pearly juice for her to offer Victoria as the young woman panted with unfulfilled lust.

As Victoria worked herself against her brother's masked face, Anne tipped the warm sticky fluid into her mouth, them kissed her, gluing their lips together until the seed had been fully shared.

And as the still warm liquid slid down Victoria's gullet, the full impact of her incestuous acts struck her and her most intense orgasm to date engulfed her.

Arching her pelvis out, she ground his face against herself, jerking forward with the intense and electrifying sensations running a riot through out her body.

His seed slid down her body and ignited her engorged clitoris from within, spilling fresh pleasure onto his face, smearing him with her delight until the glory and the strength in her evaporated and she fell back, content and finally sated.

******

It had been agreed with the Ministry, that, as they would be paying for the staff, they would do the initial search, and present likely candidates to be interviewed.

The priory was completed in early June and just days later a coach arrived over the brow of the hill and stopped outside the gatehouse where five women disembarked to look around Birchwood Grange and be interviewed for the two new teaching positions.

Anne went out to greet them; shaking their hands and telling them a little about Birchwood Grange whilst slowly drawing them towards the priory where they were to work, if appointed.

While they walked and talked, she was already assessing them, and was trying to build up a picture of each of the candidates. It had been agreed that part of the interview would be a test of the candidate’s knowledge and practical skills in handling children.

Arriving at the priory, Anne showed them round, taking them first to the rooms that were to be their own, each with an adjoining door into the children’s dormitories.

Quite clearly the ladies were not used to such amenities, and they praised the plumbing, electrics and bathing facilities, as well as the modern appliances in the kitchen.

When they had seen around the priory and asked their questions, Anne suggested that they took some refreshment in the kitchen, while she interviewed them individually.

Anne chose the classroom for the interviews, because a splendid old punishment horse was on display, and it had cupboards with an array of implements and equipment just waiting to be used at a moment's notice.

The punishment horse was expected to be in constant use at the priory so those candidates who showed an interest in it, would stand a much better chance of being employed. Anne also made a special note of the candidates’ reactions, to this piece of educational apparatus.

“I see that you have noticed the punishment horse,” Anne would say after noticing them look in its direction.

“Its not often you see one of those,” the older ones would remark, often with a grin.

“I honestly thought they had been outlawed,” one woman said with a hint of real horror in her voice, loosing any chance of becoming a teacher at Birchwood Grange, though she didn't know it at the time.

“Oh what a beauty! I honestly thought I would never see one again,” one woman remarked.

“Its such a shame, don't you think?” she continued, looking back at Anne with eyes that encouraged her to be frank.

“Yes, I do,” Anne, agreed as she warmed to Louisa Baker who she was interviewing.

“A punishment horse similar to this, was in constant use when I was at school in Yorkshire, and although I was never punished, I enjoyed watching the other children struggle to remain still as the teachers whipped them astride it,” she remarked.

“And the implements! Have you ever used any of them yourself?” Anne asked with a sly smile.

“Oh yes,” Louisa laughed.

“My younger brother was always getting into to trouble and needing to be punished, and because my mother was bedridden she delegated the job to me. By the state of his rampant little cock he always seemed to enjoy the attention, so I used to whip him between his bottom and thighs with a martinet and he really hated that,” Louisa said with a smile.

“Also when I was in the employ of the Milburn’s, I had the enjoyable task of punishing their children. They never interfered, now matter how severe I was, and used to enjoy watching as I invented new ways of punishing them,” Louisa explained, her voice showing signs of excitement.

“What an ideal position!” Anne observed.

“Oh yes. I regularly inspected my brother and the Milburn children for cleanliness, and for any signs of ‘self abuse’ and punished them accordingly,” Louisa said frankly.

“You participated in their control?” Anne asked.

“When I inspected my brother or the Milburn boy, their cocks would erect quickly to my touch.” Louisa murmured, her cheeks colouring as she remembered all the feelings it brought to the base of her belly.

“Mrs Millburn insisted that I use cuffs on her son, tying them to the headboard so he wouldn't be able to touch his cock at night. We also made sure that it was uncovered, so there was nothing rubbing against it,” she said. Louisa remembering how they had worked together, tying the boy down with his cock and balls exposed. They soon succumbed to playing with his genitals for hours, using their nails, feathers and fingers, to keep him rampant, but not allowing him to spend.

“And how was cleanliness tested?” Anne asked.

“Mrs Milburn was satisfied with just her finger, but Mr Milburn was much more direct requiring the children to insert their own fingers, and then lick them afterwards. Any unpleasant smell would earn them a sound spanking, and an immediate return to the bathroom for another and more powerful enema,” she explained.

Just remembering the children with their thighs apart so they could push their fingers into their little bottoms, made her cheeks glow.

Mr Milburn expected the full length of their fingers to be inserted, then sucked. They would look so cute, timidly putting their fingers into their mouths and licking them, while their father watched them ready to pounce should they hesitate or show any measure of distaste.

“Well! With so many children here, we expect you to keep control by using restraints and severe punishment,” Anne told her.

“Does that disturb you?” Anne asked.

“Not at all Ma'am. I know no better way,” Louisa told her.

“Good!” Anne remarked. “Now! I want you to give me a demonstration of how you would examine a child for cleanliness, and then how you would punish them,” Anne told her.

Anne rose and went over to a cupboard, opening it to reveal her two little tarts waiting nervously inside, the pitiful look in their eyes indicating that they had overheard the conversation and knew what was coming.

“What little darlings!” Louisa gasped, her eyes dancing between the two of them.

“Which child would you like me to check for you?” she asked, clearly looking forward to the opportunity.

On a whim, Anne chose the girl and pushed her forward before closing the door on the boy.

“What's her name?” Louisa asked, rising to go and kneel before the timid and nervous little girl, stroking her hair and smiling into her shy dark eyes.

“Her name is Hannah, and she is eleven years old,” Anne told her.

“Well now! Come here Hannah, let's take off this uniform so we can see you better,” Louisa urged. The girl whimpered, knowing from her experience just what abuse and pain would accompany her unclothing.

Louisa said nothing but continued to smile as she helped the little girl remove her uniform, often stopping to complement her, stroking her newly exposed flesh, and whispering endearments into her ear to help the nervous child calm down.

“Oh, I see you’ve been examined recently,” Louisa noted, remembering that there were five candidates who were fiercely competing for the two positions available.

It quickened her breath, to see just how tender Hannah’s genitals and bottom had become, then remembered that she had been asked to examine the child, so she pulled her thoughts together in order to appear a little more professional.

Anne watched in silence, her excitement hidden from the woman as she watched her urge Hannah to lie back and spread her thighs. Her little genitals looked divine, the smooth skin made tender and a bright and glowing pink by the repeated examinations.

None the less, Louisa had a job to do, so she unfolded the pubescent labia, to look within and ensure a fresh and clean pinkness. Gasping when she failed to meet with anything resembling a hymen, her finger slid all the way in, then slid smoothly out as the whimpering girl's cunt moistened wantonly.

“Such a little tart, aren’t you?” she breathed, her fingers keeping the child’s clitoris exposed, while others continued to slide in and out of her lovely cunt. Hannah bit her lip and looked away, as her clitoris nervously rose from the woman’s fingers sliding so smoothly into her, bringing on a growing tingle of the sensations still to come.

Removing the finger, Louisa lifted it to her nose, smelling the whole length of glittering digit before she put it into her mouth to purr as she licked the flavour off.

“Lift your thighs!” she urged.

Having got used to the pleasures of her mistresses fingers, Hannah Lifted up her thighs without resistance.

“That’s a good girl,” Louisa said as her eyes darting to the child's face for a moment before returning to her anus, now perfectly exposed between the cheeks of her pretty little bottom. It was wrinkled with dark bruising, flinching and opening at the lightest touch.

She slid her finger smoothly into the child's bottom and turned it, feeling the smoothness of her colon.

“Have you got anything else that I can test her with?” Louisa asked softly, her heart hammering in the hope that there would be; terrible tools she had often dreamt of, but never seen, items that others had described to her, thinking to frighten her.

Anne nodded and brought a rolled up holdall of canvas to her side, untying it and unrolling the fabric so all the items, each in their own little pocket, was displayed. Louisa looked at them and licked her lips.

She chose the speculum, recognising it more easily than some of the other tools. Her finger slid out of the young girl's bruised little anus only to be replaced by the large speculum.

Just the thought of watching the girl being buggered made Louisa wet herself in excitement. Hannah whimpered but was ignored by Louisa, who forced her tender anus wide apart. “Have you anything I can use to tighten her anus again?” Louisa asked.

Anne did, and Louisa carefully applied it, rubbing it well into the child's rectum, watching with interest as the colon began to close.

“I shall need to test it again now,” Louisa said, licking her lips in eager anticipation.

“Oh dear!” Anne told her.

“This is all I have,” she announced, holding up hard leather harness to which had been sown a dried dog’s penis.

Spellbound, Louisa stood and removed her clothes. Without a word or outward expression, Anne knelt to help her into the harness, acting as her maid to ensure the straps were tight. She then turned to the girl and pushed her over, dragging her reluctantly to a chair so she could kneel on the floor in front of it and bury her crying wet face into the seat.

It made a strange tableau, to see Anne holding the girl's head down into the seat while watching intently as Louisa placed the thick end of the stuffed dog's penis to the child’s anus.

A hand under her belly kept the young girl up, sobbing and shaking as she waited.

Louisa was entranced and took the child's hip in her hands, helping her drive the thing into the child’s anus, the pressure against her clitoris making her groan with pleasure.

She had heard of such devices, but never worn one before, let alone used one. Now it was all happening at once, the thing fitted to her so perfectly that it pressed adoringly to her pubis sending swift pleasures deep into her groin as she pushed against the unyielding entrance of Hannah’s little bottom.

Pushing harder, grunting with all the effort, she invaded the tight little anus and enjoyed the wail of pain the girl gave up to them.

Louisa was in heaven and drew back quickly so she could push her way inwards again, delighting on the pressure on her own cunt.

“Is it good?” Anne asked, sensing from the look on Louisa’s face that it was.

“Divine!” Louisa panted, looking down at the little figure she held before her, trembling with the fierce pleasure it brought on, the excitement further aroused by how tight Hannah’s anus really was.

“Let me see! Part your legs,” Anne ordered. Louisa gasped but obeyed, her eyes wide and trembling with the onslaught of excitement.

When had she been fondled last, just like a child is tested for her arousal? She thought. Long and knowing fingers slid in between her thighs to feel the rounded lips of her cunt, each pulled to the side of the leather harness. Sobbing her pleasure, she pushed the dog’s penis hard into Hannah’s anus and flung her head back as her pleasure swept over her.

The girl's sobs had brought it on, but the feel of the penis pressed upon her pubis, and the woman's fingers sliding along the wet leather band between her legs, had all helped ignite her delight.

“Very good,” Anne murmured, sliding her wet fingers away.

“I shall forgo an exhibition of your punishment abilities. You may wait in the kitchen for our final decision,” she said.

******

“What a splendid punishment horse!” another of the candidates said, a much older woman who looked more like the classic matron than any of the others did.

Her name was Amy Park and the last candidate to be interviewed. She had been in service since the age of twelve with a number of wealthy families, sometimes as a cook and sometimes if she was very lucky as a nurse, nanny or governess.

“I see from your references, that you are in service as a cook,” Anne noted.

“Yes, but it's not what I enjoy doing. I would much prefer to be working with children,” Amy explained.

“I see, but the children here are unlikely to be the well behaved little angels you have been used to working with,” Anne warned her.

“How would you deal with them?” Anne asked with interest.

“In my opinion, children don’t always need to be naughty in order to be punished, it all depends on my mood,” Amy said, her voice showing signs of excitement.

“I see! How would you handle this boy?” Anne asked as she released Jeremy from the cupboard, and then dragged him towards Amy, who now had a look of real delight on her face.

“Oh what a handsome young man! What’s your name?” Amy asked.

“Jeremy, Miss,” he said nervously.

“How old are you Jeremy?” Amy asked.

“Thirteen Miss,” he replied.

Smiling, Amy pulled him close and then grabbing a hold of his tight shorts pulled them roughly down and off, looking somewhat surprised when she saw he wasn’t wearing any underpants.

“Wonderful!” she exclaimed, seeing all the marks that crisscrossed his loins.

She made him turn around several times, amazed to see just how sore his cock and balls, thighs and bottom had become, from the frenzied abuse of all the other candidates.

Turning him again she licked her lips, nodding appreciatively as she saw all the welts and bright bands of colour that now decorated his handsome little bottom. “Well?” Anne prompted.

After roughly caressing his bottom, Amy turned him around to get a better view of his cock that was now starting to stand to attention under her expert manipulation.

“You could rub an irritants into here,” she announced, as she roughly manipulating his cock and balls. “There are also ointments that would keep his cock hard, long enough for a good ride,” she chuckled.

She continued by pinching and squeezing his balls, and then reached between his thighs to grab a hold of his cock.

“He would become my toy; and punished should he fail to pleasure me enough,” she explained.

When Anne opened another cupboard, this time revealing a selection of restraints, torture implements and punishment tools, Amy’s face lit up and she thought she was in heaven.

In moments, Amy had selected a broad collar for the boy to wear, one which allowed his cuffed wrists to be fastened to it. She then took one of the smaller anal plugs and tied a length of cord to it before pulling the unwilling boy over her lap and roughly inserting it into his anus.

Once the plug was firmly in his bottom, he was made to rise and stand still while she tied the other end of the cord to his thigh, roughly mid way between towards his knee.

Alice, who'd failed to understand what the cord was for, immediately understood as the other end was tied off, and smiled as Amy made the young boy walk around the classroom.

Every step Jeremy took, his left foot pulled the cord and, in doing so, pulled the base of the anal plug. Walking with difficulty as the top irritated him deep inside his rectum, the additional sensations had him panting and shuffling his feet; his face burning red as his cock swiftly rose into hardness.

“Remarkable!” Anne agreed.

Amy blushed and retrieved a second cord, this time tying it to his other thigh, then to the base of his cock so it would bring the boy even more uncontrollable sensations.

They then watched excitedly as he walked around with difficulty, all the time commenting on the alternatives they could use.

Panting from his nearness to spending, Jeremy stopped and started to quake. He knew only to well from his short time at St Saviour’s that spending without permission would be severely punished, and yet to stop would earn him one as well.

Sensing that the punishment he would receive for stopping might be less painful than for spending without permission, he stopped and began to cry.

“Oh! How delightful,” Amy grinned.

“He must know that he is about to be punished for stopping,” Anne observed.

“Yes! But he was probably about to spend without permission, so took the less painful option,” Anne observed.

“In that case he needs to learn how I punish clever little tarts!” Amy told her.

Rolling up her sleeves she went to another cupboard, one that held an arsenal of correctional implements, such as rods, whips, straps and canes.

Taking into consideration that his bottom was already sore from the punishments given by the other candidates, she chose a soft leather strap.

Weeping where he stood, his wrists shackled to the collar around his neck, Jeremy reacted surprisingly well to seeing that she had chosen a strap, that is of course until Anne intervened not satisfied with his smirkness.

“Do you want him on the horse?” Anne asked.

“No!” Amy said shaking her head.

Amy just walked up behind the weeping boy and, without laying a hand on him, delivered the first stroke across his tender bottom. With a squeal, he jumped forward and, in doing so, had both the anal plug and his cock suddenly jerked by the cords.

The sensations took his breath away, leaving him bending his thighs slightly, staring out in front of him as the sensations slowly died.

Before they could fully go, Amy was striking him again, as harshly as she had the first time, this strike bringing a whole new bright glow to the dull red of tender flesh.

Jeremy screamed, jerking forward and made breathless again. His cock raged in front of him, an angry red and visibly pulsing.

“Open you thighs boy!” Amy called.

Crying uncontrollably he obeyed, his head turning to beg the woman to be lenient.

Amy grinned and took two steps forward, swinging the strap upwards from low down and aiming at the tender area between his thighs.

It landed, the tip flattening the underside of his little balls, the rest striking flesh previous missed.

His eyes shot wide, then the scream came, a scream of agony that had him stretching, almost jumping, upwards. And as he stretched, pulling on the cords, his scream was changed into a strangled cry.

His eyes closed but tears continuing to flow, his young cock jerked with each searing spurt of seed that left him.

“What a waste!” Amy sighed, her hands on her hips.

She pushed the sobbing boy to his knees and, taking the back of his head forced his mouth down to the splattered pools of seed, forcing him to lick it up while she watched, grinning with pleasure.

******

After consulting Victoria and Simon, who had watched the interviews discreetly, Anne was satisfied that by appointing Louisa Baker and Amy Park as their teachers, the children would be quickly persuaded to accept the harsh realities of life at Birchwood Grange.