TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 2 ]

"Okay girls, you've had enough time to finish your breakfast. Number one and two, you will take the bowls, spoons and cups to the kitchen and wash them up in the sink. The others will go for a shower, change and report back here. You have five minutes. Go!"

Still in their nightdresses, the girls obeyed, each one trying not to catch the man's eye or draw attention to herself.

Dave put down his coffee cup and went to the classroom to check everything was ready. Behind him, the two girls quickly cleared the three tables and carried everything through the door at the other end of the hall. The eldest ran the water. She looked at the other girl carefully placing the bowls on the side. The water made quite a noise. Could she? Surely no one would hear. She opened her mouth to whisper, then saw the frightened look on the girl's face. Quickly she mouthed 'Can we talk here?' The girl swallowed nervously and shook her head. 'Too dangerous' her lips said, making no noise. She took a cup and started to dry it.

In the monitoring room, the guard watched her dry the cup and pressed a button to save the recording. He licked his lips and opened his legs slightly to make room for the erection now forming in his underpants. It would be another few days before the guards would be allowed to assist with the girls training, but there were certain perks they could enjoy meantime. The most enjoyable was being allowed to punish any girls they caught breaking the rules.

Seeing Dave pass, he quickly called his boss in and showed him the recording. "You lucky bastard!" Dave said jokingly, watching the girls on the screen. "That's a two ribbon offence." He patted the guard on the back. "You get to whip their arses at noon and something else at bedtime. What's it to be?" The Albanian scratched his nose thoughtfully. "That big one, she got nice tits" he said slowly, his strong accent making Dave smile. "I think she need them warming up!" He looked at the other girl. "That one, I whip her pussy good - yes boss?"

Dave nodded and went out, feeling in his pocket for the ribbons. He was extremely pleased about the punishments. Long experience had taught the value of the girls witnessing and receiving a good whipping as early as possible in their training. Once they knew the men weren't messing about, they'd settle down and concentrate on their 'studies'.

The girls were already lining up, number seven and eight sporting their two ribbons earned the previous evening and not looking too happy about it. "We'll just wait a minute for One and Two" he announced, looking at his watch. The girls in question ran into the hall looking pale, their recently acquired ribbons fluttering from their dresses.

"Thank you for washing up" Dave said brightly, pretending not to notice their panic stricken faces. "No, you may not speak" he continued seeing their hands in the air. "You've been told the rules, yet you attempted to communicate while in the kitchen. Since it was one of the guards who spot you, he will be the one who administers your punishment. Now get in line and pay attention!"

He looked at the row of girls before him and sighed. Some looked terrified, others just confused. One or two were still uncomfortable about their dresses and wriggled as if to force them a bit lower. His eyes fell on number three and he took the ribbons out of his pocket again.

"Can you remember what I said about breasts going through the holes, number three?" The brown haired fourteen year old looked down terrified and quickly eased her firm young tits through the dress. She remembered the beating he'd given her the day before and gazed at him her eyes pleading with his. Dave stuck a black and a blue ribbon on her shoulder patch and shook his head sadly. "I didn't think I'd be seeing your backside again so soon" he said angrily. "Don't let it happen again!"

Blinking back tears, the young girl looked at the ribbons. What was the blue one for? Wasn't it for breasts? What did that mean?

"I want you to follow me to the classroom in complete silence" explained Dave. "There are nine desks and two chairs to a desk. Sit down, face the front, legs apart and keep your hands on the desk."

As they filed out, number one saw the guard staring at her, a broad smile covering his face. She saw him lick his lips and shivered.

"The video you're going to see now is about ten minutes long" explained Dave, switching on the television. "I'm going to show it twice, so you understand what's going on." He looked at the girls and bit his lip trying not to laugh. Having sat down, and with their legs apart, the girls short dresses allowed a very nice view between their legs. "Legs open a bit more number thirteen!" The girl, a nervous looking eight year old, blushed and opened her legs wider.

He dimmed the lights and started the video. One of the major changes they'd made to their training courses had been a gentler introduction to all matters sexual. The courses in the past had been too fast and chaotic, resulting in time wasted dealing with hysterical girls and often resulting in serious injury. It had been Mike's idea to take more time at the beginning demonstrating to the girls how to enjoy their own bodies.

Dave watched the video and yawned. This must be the tenth time he'd seen it. A mixture of commercial and home-made films, it depicted various women playing with their nipples and clearly getting very aroused. One clip, that Dave had filmed himself, showed a little seven year old coaxing her tiny nipples until they stiffened. She was giggling. Another scene had the same girl playing with an older girl's breasts, her tongue and fingers dancing over the large nipples, eliciting moans of pleasure. He played it a second time. He gazed round the room. All eyes were glued to the screen.

He spoke to them softly. "I want you all to use your right hand and gently rub your left nipple - very, very lightly." He looked round. "Good girl number twelve. Yes, look how she's doing it everyone. Nice and gently. No need to rush."

He walked round, checking that they all understood. "Good. Now, close your eyes and start touching the other one as well. Lean back more in the chair if you want. Good. Now just keep doing that - not too hard number fifteen! As lightly as possible."

As usual, it was the older girls who responded the fastest. As they became more relaxed, Dave saw their nipples stiffen and stick up. He saw a few of them wriggle on their chairs. Nerves were clearly being stimulated in other part of their body too!

He let them continue for a few more minutes. "Now press your finger a little harder on top and move it round in a circle. See how stiff you can make it." He stood in front of the younger girls and watched them, occasionally taking their hand gently in his to show them what to do. The younger ones were always interesting. It was surprising just how aroused a little girl could be when correctly stimulated.

"Okay, I want each pair of girls to pull their chairs together and sit as close to each other as possible. Good! Now, put your arm round the other and stroke her nipple as well as your own. No, closer number two! Good - like that! He dimmed the lights a little more. A few more girls appeared to squirm and twist slightly. Dave watched them carefully. He reckoned that at least half the girls had masturbated before. He watched for any girls closing their legs or clenching their buttocks - sure signs that an orgasm was on its way.

"Keep those legs apart!" he suddenly said sharply. He'd seen a couple of girls who were obviously getting rather too excited. "Number three, number five, stop what you're doing and sit up straight, hands on the desk. Four and six, concentrate on your own nipples!"

He smiled at their frustration and embarrassment. They'd be having plenty of orgasms during the training, but only when ordered to or given permission.

Checking the time, Dave walked past each desk, stopping at each one to feel the girls nipples. He reached the youngest girls and nodded in satisfaction as he felt their tiny buds. "Excellent!" His finger lingered on a small rock hard nipple. Number sixteen, a cheeky faced six year old leaned forward as if begging him to continue. He ran his hand through her long light brown hair and smiled. "You're a hot one aren't you! I can see you're going to have fun this afternoon!"

Moving back, he clapped his hands and ordered them to stand. "Before we finish the lesson, I want you to practise using your tongues as well as fingers. One of you sit down and face your partner. Good, like that. Okay, the other one, lean forward so she can lick your nipples. That's right. No, lower number ten! Now use your tongues to do what you were doing before."

The girls wasted no time. Young tongues were soon busy teasing already hard nipples. Five minutes and he ordered them to change, grinning at the reluctance of some of the girls, some of whom were clearly very aroused.

A bell sounded. "Alright girls, lesson over. I want you to quietly walk to the changing rooms and change into your PE tunic. You'll find them waiting for you on your shelf with your number already sewn on. As usual, there's a large picture on the wall showing how they have to be worn. Every girl will use the toilet and ensure she is clean afterwards." He coughed. After, those with black ribbons on their dresses will stick them on the front of their PE tunic and go straight to the hall. There you will stand along the wall on the left as you go in, noses touching the wall, hands on your head, legs apart. There will be absolute silence. The other girls will line up in front of the tables, facing the front, hands by your sides. You have ten minutes. Go!"

The long line of girls trooped out, some already crying. Number seven and eight looked terrified. Dave went to the hall. He hoped he wouldn't have any trouble with them. Just wait until they saw their PE tunics though! If they thought their dresses were too short, they were in for one hell of a shock!

Mike was helping the guard to prepare the two trestles. He saw Dave and grinned. "How many?" Dave laughed. "Only six I'm afraid" He nodded at the guard. "Two of them are his. He caught One and Two on camera! Lucky bastard!"

His friend opened the cupboard doors and swung them both back as far as they'd go. He always liked the look on the girls faces when they watched the men selecting their implements. He enjoyed the punishment sessions, though perhaps not as much as Dave. Strange how well they complemented each other he thought. Although Dave was charge of the training, it was Mike who ran the rest of the business, liaising with clients, arranging money transfers, ensuring maximum security around the house.

"Ah, I see they've decided to join us at last" Mike said jokingly as the girls ran through the door. The men laughed at the red faces and panic stricken looks. Basically a thick white cotton teashirt, the girls PE tunic hugged their young bodies like a second skin. The fact that it covered the chest may have been some consolation to the older girls. However, the men doubted it, for a very good reason. The tunic only came down to just above the waist, ending with an elasticated hem which only served to outline the girls wobbling puppy fat. That and the fact that it threw into relief the girls pert backsides made for a most entertaining spectacle. The look on some of the faces was hilarious. Aware that the men could now see everything, yet also mindful of the rules about leaving it all on show, they squirmed with embarrassment as though by magic they could make the men's eyes look elsewhere. Anywhere, please anywhere other than their private parts!

Waiting until the girls had got into position, he walked along the line of six girls, checking to see if they were standing correctly. "Legs further apart little one" he said kindly, tapping number eighteen on the shoulder. "Nose touching the wall. That's right." He heard her sobs and stroked her hair. "Soon be over, don't worry."

He turned to face the others, lined up next to the tables, facing him. "I don't want to take a long time over this, so I'll keep it simple. These punishment sessions are taking up time that should be spent doing PE." He nodded at the guard who put a large radio/CD player on the table. He pressed a button and the room suddenly filled with music. "So you girls watching might as well be getting warmed up, while I warm these ones up!" He chuckled at his joke. "So, come on, knee bends in time to the music. Up down, up down." He watched with amusement as the girls obeyed, their faces growing even redder. Apart from its entertainment value for the men, he'd always believed it important to keep the girls busy at all times.

"A few simple rules now." The guard lowered the volume slightly. "I expect girls to accept their punishment without any fuss. Any hesitation or excessive noise will result in another black ribbon. Any refusal to take a punishment or attempts to run away will result in double punishment plus two ribbons." He looked at the cupboard and licked his lips.

"The standard punishment is twelve lashes of a leather strap across your buttocks and thighs while tied over the whipping table. However, if you wish to be punished in a more civilised way, you may opt for six strokes of the cane." He saw Mike grinning and blushed slightly. His fetish for caning girls was no secret!

"If you take this option, you will walk to the cupboard, bring me the first cane on the left and ask me politely to cane you. You then face the far wall and touch your toes. As soon as each girl has been punished, she will say 'Thank you sir' and join the others"

The other guard had joined them and at a nod from Dave, they positioned themselves next to the trestles.

"Number eight and number eighteen. Go to the tables please!" The tiny five year old hardly moved. Dave could see her body shaking. The eleven year old next to her turned and walked to the trestle, her legs wobbling. Tears cascaded down her face. She looked at Dave in desperation. "I haven't got all day!" he said sharply. Within a few seconds the guards had lifted her gently over the raised centre and secured her arms and legs to the corners.

Dave put his hand on the tiny girl in front of him. She hadn't moved. He knelt down and put his mouth to her ear. "I'll let you into a secret little one" he whispered, kissing her wet cheek. "It's not going to be nearly as bad as you think. It's just to scare the big girls. I'll be as gentle as I can - okay" Holding her hand, he led her away from the wall and lifted her over the trestle. He watched the guard attach the straps and took a small light brown strap from the cupboard. Mike picked up a long black belt and stood next to the other trestle.

Dave faced the girls, grinning at the sight of them bobbing up and down in time to the music. "Number eighteen here is being punished for not saying 'Please sir' and 'Thank you sir'. Number eight will be punished for communicating with number seven last night.

Raising the strap, he brought it down sharply on the five year old's bottom. Having used it many times he knew that it wasn't particularly painful. However, he couldn't allow the girl to think that every session would be like this. Apart from their disciplinary importance, the punishment sessions were vital for increasing the girls pain threshold. The last six strokes had to be hard ones!

Behind him Mike slashed the belt down hard across the eleven year old's twitching buttocks. The girl's screams were cut short by another, harder stroke that caught the top of her thighs. The fact that the girl had not in fact been the one doing the whispering was of no concern to the men.

The sobbing girls were lifted off the tables and immediately grabbed their bright red buttocks in both hands, the older girl rubbing a particularly sore spot where the belt had caught her inner thigh.

"Well?" Dave looked at them both, wondering if they'd remember. The little girl wiped her eyes. It hadn't hurt much at the beginning, but then he'd smacked her harder and harder. It had stung so much. She rubbed her bottom and sniffed. "Please sir, thank you sir" a little voice said. The other girl looked scared and quickly repeated the words.

Dave smiled. "Right, go and join the others. Knee bends - up and down. Get a move on!"

The guards had already got the next two girls into position. They certainly did their job well, thought Dave, selecting a thicker belt from the cupboard. Though they were being paid very well!

Four minutes later, it was the turn of the two oldest girls. Dave watched as the guards secured them firmly in position. The guard who'd caught them selected a long wide belt - his favourite. Still not satisfied, he adjusted the table, raising the middle more and widening the leg supports. Mike moved back and grinned at Dave. "Loves his little perks, doesn't he!"

Dave peered between the girls legs and sighed. Four of the girls already had some pubic hair, something which Dave hated. No matter. It would be shaved off later.

The guard grunted and whipped the belt down across the sixteen year old's large backside. There was a load crack followed by an ear-splitting scream. The fifteen year old on the other table sobbed loudly, knowing she was next. She didn't have to wait long. The guard obviously preferred to beat them together. The strap caught the girl hard, just where her bum joined her thighs. Her body jumped as if electrified, hips wriggling as she sought to escape the painful cuts. It was no use. The wide belts across their backs kept both girls firmly held down.

The men watched the guard thrash the girls, covering their buttocks and thighs with red stripes, Dave speaking only once after a particularly hard stroke. "Careful, I don't want too much bruising. They're merchandise, remember?" The guard nodded and continued, though using slightly less force.

The younger girl twisted her head, tears sprinkling in all directions. "Sir..please sir..please sir! May I have the cane instead please sir..Thank you sir.Aarghh!!" Her plea was cut short by the belt slashing down diagonally, the tip wrapping round between her legs. The men winced. "Ow, I bet that hurt!" said Mike laughing.

Dave looked at the girl's blotchy face. "I'm afraid it's far too late for that, Number two. I will however bear your request in mind for your next punishment."

It was over. The guard put the belt back in the cupboard, his pleasure obvious to all by the rather obscene bulge in his trousers.

The girls released, they muttered 'Thank you sir' and were allowed to join the others, their sore backsides clearly causing them considerable discomfort.

Dave looked at the time and groaned. "Okay girls, we're running late. I want everyone in the middle of the room, running on the spot. Come on!"

Mike helped with the tables and opened the door to leave. He grinned at the sight of his friend surrounded by the half naked girls, now lying on their backs, legs in the air, opening and closing while Dave walked slowly round. During the PE sessions he always had a riding whip with him, ready for 'encouraging' the girls. "Wider number eleven! Open those legs more!" He tapped the girl's glistening pussy with the leather tip and the girl gasped. Mike chuckled and went out.