RE-WRITE: TRAINING THE GIRLS

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 1 ]

Dave smiled as he saw the small red light blinking from deep within the branches of the old oak tree. He slowed down and picked up his mobile phone, swerving slightly to avoid a small rabbit in the middle of the road. The sun had momentarily blinded him.

“Home in a tick” he said simply, before replacing the phone on the passenger seat. Ahead, he watched as two large iron gates swung open revealing the long drive that led to their house. He sighed as he remembered the many arguments he’d had with Mike, his colleague, about the security arrangements. True, it was unlikely they’d ever be discovered, but his friend was a perfectionist. Surrounded by infra red cameras, noise monitors, electrified fencing, pressure pads and a variety of burglar alarms, the whole place was as impenetrable as Fort Knox. Even if someone did find their way into the actual building, reasoned Dave, they’d have a hard time finding the entrance to the underground section they used for their ‘business’. He parked the car in front of the main entrance and got out, breathing in the crisp autumn air. For a second he thought of his Swiss bank account and the considerable sum residing within. Perhaps this would be the last session. After all there was more than enough to retire on. Then again, a few more and he could afford one of those nice colourful chateaus in the Loire valley.

The door was opened by the guard and he strode in, making straight for the hidden door that led down to the underground chambers. He watched the man looking outside. Good men these Albanian immigrants! It had been Mike’s idea to employ him. Wanted by the police, certain to be deported, they earnt good money and were incredibly loyal.

He heard them before he reached the main hall. That typical high pitched drone of young girls in groups. Yes, there they were, about twelve of them, some sitting on tables, others on the floor. Some wandering around, looking around them, either crying or shouting in anger. Two days some of them had been here, Mike had said. Dave groaned. Poor Mike must be exhausted! At least he’d have had chance to start weeding out the unsuitables. That in itself would save a lot of time.

Waving to his friend, he entered the hall and stood for a second, wrinkling his nose at the smell. Surely Mike had offered them the use of a shower? The girls turned and watched him walk to the middle of the room. Dave looked them over quickly. A good selection! They’d done well. The youngest was perhaps only five or six. The eldest probably sixteen. Only certain people however would have noticed that they all possessed certain characteristics in common. Dave sighed as he surveyed them. Whether in school uniform or normal clothes, it was clear that each girl had a rather large, pert backside, firm, wide thighs and, although not exactly plump, could in no way be considered slim. Years of experience had taught Dave and Mike that thin girls were definitely no longer in fashion.

Feeling the girls’ eyes on him, he quickly walked over to the door at the far end of the room and shut it behind him. Mike looked exhausted. Dave glanced at his watch. “Bloody hell, sorry I’m so late Mike.” He nodded towards the room. “How are they?”

Mike yawned. “Some of them have been here for well over twenty four hours, so I think you can guess how they feel!” He suddenly seemed to remember why they were there and wiped his forehead. “Frankly, there are a few that are no good. Aggressive, rude, you know the sort! Waste of time trying to train them.”

Dave sat down at a large desk and opened a file. “Well, might as well get going then. It’ll be nice to finish by late afternoon and get a fresh start tomorrow. Have you explained what they have to do?” Mike nodded. “They’re all pretty tired, but I reckon they’ll give you no trouble. I told them all their questions would be answered just as soon as you arrived.”

Dave laughed. “Come on then, let’s get going. Eldest first – oh and be ready with the old police rubbish!”

Mike winked. “I’ve got everything ready. I’ll send them in now.”

Dave leant back and waited for him to send in the first girl. He wondered if perhaps they weren’t being too ambitious, taking so many girls at once. Three every six months had been their limit for years. It had been Dave’s idea to increase the number. It wasn’t just the increase in clients- though that was important! Over the years, they’d refined the training process so much that it now bore little resemblance to their early attempts. He shivered as he remembered the old week long sessions. No! Much too fast and chaotic. The sessions now lasted up to two or three weeks, after which time each girl would spend days, weeks or even months with a client before being passed on, finally being returned six months later.

The first girl was shown in, a rather small sixteen year old schoolgirl, complete with grey pleated skirt and school blazer. She looked around her nervously. Dave smiled. “I’m sorry we can’t tell you everything just at the moment and I do realise that you must be feeling pretty dreadful at the moment, but if you’d like to answer a few questions, I promise you we’ll get things moving as soon as possible.

Dave watched her relax slightly and wrote her name down. Age, address, school, telephone number. All were entered in the file. He saw her yawn and laughed. “Don’t worry. Soon be finished.” He looked at her school blouse and grinned. Obviously well developed for her age.

Medical history, hospital visits, general health. The questions continued, but were soon over. By the time the last girl had been questioned Dave was on his second beer. He poured himself a third and called Mike in.

“Well, I agree with you about the trouble-makers” he said, pointing to the names with a red cross by them. Absolutely untrainable! There were a few more too, plus one I’ve rejected for medical reasons.” He pointed to the name. “This one’s asthmatic. I’ve given her an inhaler by the way – just to be safe. “ Mike looked at the list. “That leaves six girls to be trained” he said. “I reckon we can cope.”

Dave nodded. “I don’t see why not. I think our training sessions are better than they’ve ever been. Our selection procedure is strict, and the guard more experienced now. I think we’ll enjoy ourselves!”

Mike laughed. “Well just as long as we keep the clients happy.” He paused. “There are two more than last time and they’ve been on and on about when the next batch of girls will be ready.”

“They know the rules as well as we do” said Dave angrily. “The girls can’t be used for more than six months, otherwise the drugs won’t work properly when we let them go. The whole point about false memory implantation is it has to be done within a time limit. Tell the idiots to take more cold showers!”

They both laughed. Mike certainly wouldn’t do that. The amount of money involved was far too colossal to risk angering one of their many clients. Mike nodded. Their clients were all incredibly wealthy people, many of them foreigners who spent half the year on their own yachts, the other half in secluded mansions scattered around Britain. The rules were simple. A sum of money deposited in one of several offshore accounts and the girl of their choice would be delivered to them, the premises first having undergone a thorough security check and the client given clear instructions about what they were, and weren’t allowed to do!

Dave had a point about the time limit. Each girl had to released after six months. An important part of their little scheme, devised years ago, was the use of memory altering techniques perfected by the CIA in the sixties. The drugs had been easy to find. However the process was tedious and had to be followed to the letter in order to be totally effective. The girl had to remain totally isolated and awake for at least 72 hours until she was desperate for sleep and had started to hallucinate. After being given a cocktail of drugs, she was kept in a small cell for 5 days, heavily insulated against any light or sound. Food and water, containing more drugs, given once per day. Twenty four hours a day, stroboscopic lights kept the girl in a semi-hypnotic state, a monitor on the wall producing images and sounds at full volume, far too quickly to register, yet sending a barrage of subliminal messages that slowly but surely created a completely false memory of the last six months. Finally rendered unconscious, the girl would be dressed in her original clothes, suitably soiled, her pockets filled with a variety of old bus tickets, condoms and soft drugs, liberally doused with whisky, and deposited somewhere in a large city. Of course the girls would occasionally recall certain things that had actually happened, but usually months later, long after the police had closed the file. A group of girls getting into bad company, street gangs, local pimps, drugs, alcohol, prostitution, disappearing into the alleyways of London for months on end. Found one morning with a huge hangover. Then coming out weeks later out with some fancy stories about being trained and used as sex slaves? Not many girls were taken seriously!

“Okay then” said Mike, sighing. “I’ll take the other six up to the office and give them the usual story, then drive them back to London. Shouldn’t take long.”

Dave stood by the door and watched his friend gathering the girls to be released. Always the same routine. Apologies followed by explanations. As far as the girls were concerned, they’d simply become involved in a serious undercover police investigation into terrorism. Mike was such an actor. Dave laughed. Within a few minutes he’d have them eating out of his hand and offering to help. A large wad of cash as compensation and then dropped off at a London railway station. Mike would probably be back in a few hours.

Stepping into the next room, Dave gazed through the one way mirror that ran the entire length of the room. Some of the girls on the other side were staring right at him, blissfully unaware of his presence. He looked at the younger ones, sitting cross-legged on the floor. So cute! The smallest had her head on the shoulder of the girl next to her and appeared to be sleeping. Looking at his watch, he went back and walked into the hall, nodding at the guard. It was time.

“Stand up please girls!” he ordered cheerfully. “I think we can start now.”

A few of them looked half asleep and rose slowly to their feet. One little red haired girl, only about seven or eight, nudged the tiny girl next to her and they stood up.

“Right, first of all, I have to say that I want absolute silence at all times. If anyone wants to say something, please raise your hand.”

The eldest girl, a rather plump thirteen year old with wavy brown hair spoke up angrily. “I want to go home! Why are you keeping us here? I want to phone my parents!” Carol Teal had arrived two days ago and had clearly had enough. One second she’d taking a short cut to a friend’s house, the next, she’d been dragged kicking and screaming into a large white van. She wiped her hands on her grey school sweater and glared at the man.

Dave smiled. He could see why Mike had taken this one. Bet she had the biggest tits in her class! “Before I answer, I’d like you all to form a line please, the biggest over here, near me and the smallest over there.” He waited while they moved, anxious for some answers.

“Now then, I want you all to listen very carefully to what I have to say.” He paused and put his hand to his head. Shouldn’t have had that last beer!

“You are all selected for a very important training exercise. I won’t go into details because you wouldn’t understand, but from now on, you’re officially pupils in this training school. In a few moments you will take a shower and change into your uniforms.”

The girl who’d spoken earlier slammed her hand on the table. “No! I want to talk to my Mum now! I’m not staying here!”

Dave took a deep breath. He looked at her and shook his head. “I asked you to put up your hand if you wanted to speak. That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed my instructions. You’re not yet in uniform, but if you speak again without raising your hand, you’ll be punished!”

For a few seconds there was silence. What did he mean, punished? A telling off, detention?

“I don’t care! You can’t do anything to me! I’m going to phone my Dad! You just wait till he….” Dave nodded to the guard. Instantly, he was at her side. The girl screamed as he carried her to the far corner of the room where there were a number of strange looking tables, so far ignored by the girls.

Swiftly, the guard opened a large cupboard set within the wall and took out a few large cushions which he placed on one of the tables. The hysterical girl was placed face down across the centre and her wrists secured to the corners with leather straps connected to chains.

Dave watched the reaction of the other five girls and grinned. Secretly, he was very pleased. Witnessing a punishment at this early stage would be beneficial, he was sure. They watched, open mouthed, some silent, others weeping as the guard fixed a wide belt across the girl’s waist, making it impossible for her to rise. Her legs flayed wildly for a while then, realising she was obviously not going anywhere, she lay still.

“Don’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me!” Her pathetic pleas made the guard smile. He took the hem of her skirt and pulled it up over her back, revealing her navy blue knickers to all present. At a nod from Dave, and before Carol realised what was happening, he’d pulled her knickers down and removed them. The girl’s screams and pleas for mercy intensified, even more so as her ankles were secured to the sides of the trestle. Her large firm buttocks heaved and contracted. The table moved. Her screams suddenly stopped. She felt the middle of the table rise a little. The guard turned another wheel and her legs were pulled further apart. He looked at Dave who nodded. “Thanks, that’s fine.”

Walking over to the cupboard, he opened the doors as far as possible and made sure the girls could all see what was inside. Upon rows of hooks hung an impressive collection of belts, whips, canes, slippers, paddles and riding crops.

Selecting a light black belt, he turned to face the girls, their eyes moving from the girl’s buttocks to what he now held in his hand.

“This is what happens to girls who break the rules” he said quietly, looking at their frightened expressions. “I want absolute silence from now on!”

He gazed at the girl stretched out before him, her bottom raised up, sweaty thighs stretched apart. Patting her buttocks gently, he allowed his hand to move down between her legs. Carol gasped as she felt him touching her pussy. She tried in vain to close her legs. “No, please no! Don’t – not there – please!” He smiled and gripped the belt firmly. “Do you promise to be a good girl from now on?” he asked kindly. “Yes, please, anything!” he heard her squeal plaintively. “Please don’t hurt me! I promise I’ll do anything, honestly, please don’t…”

“Silence!” shouted Dave, starting to get angry. “We’ve already lost a lot of time because of your stupid noise. Maybe this will help!” With that, he raised the belt and brought it down hard over her large bottom. There was a sharp crack followed by a loud scream from the girl. She writhed as the man thrashed her, struggling between screams for enough breath to beg him to stop.

Dave gave her twelve lashes, waiting a few seconds between each one. He shook his head in disbelief at the sound she made. It wasn’t a particularly hard thrashing, he thought. Just enough to make an impression on the girls. He looked down at the red stripes covering her bum. They’d be gone by tomorrow!

The guard untied her and pulled her roughly to her feet.

“Right girls, back in line against the wall! Yes, you as well” he said, gently pushing the girl he’d just thrashed. “Stop that noise now!” Something in his voice made her stop her crying, though not the tears that ran freely down her face. She put up her hand.

“What is it now?” snapped the man. “Please may I have my knickers back ..please?” she whined, one hand behind her, rubbing her sore bottom under her skirt. “No you may not! In any case, knickers are not part of the school uniform!”

Ignoring her shocked expression, he moved to the next, a twelve year old long haired brunette with soft brown eyes and freckles. Like the other girl, this one clearly had breasts just waiting to be examined! Sally bit her lip. Why had she talked to that man in the park? He’d promised her a lift home. Then…

His eyes fell on the next girl and he licked his lips. Eleven years old, the girl had blond curly hair and blue eyes. Remarkably well-developed for eleven, the bulge in her blouse indicated a pair of breasts any sixteen year old would be proud to possess. His notes told him that her name was Beverly Hope. Well not much hope for her now, he thought, grinning.

The fourth was a rather overweight ten year old in tight jeans. Very dark hair and cut, Dave noticed, rather too short for his liking. Her large brown eyes looked at Dave nervously. Christine Brent had thought the man so friendly when he’d stopped his car. All those toys and things on the back seat. Why had he brought her here?

Rachel was a round-faced cheeky looking redhead with freckles. His notes told him she was seven, almost eight. Rachel wiped her eyes and shivered. A light green blouse announced in small black letters that she was a pupil at St Winifreds Primary school.

Moving down the line, he arrived at the last girl and smiled at her. What a cutie! Bright blue eyes peeped out from beneath locks of blond curly hair. Her smart pleated skirt couldn’t the fact that she obviously had a very spankable bottom. Then again, so did all the other girls! Becky Hollingsworth was confused. The man had said he had to take her back to school. But they’d come here. Was it really a school? “Are you sleepy, little one?” he asked gently. The little girl nodded nervously. “Yes.” Dave shook his head. “You use ‘Sir’ when you talk to a teacher, remember?” Becky looked confused for a second, then muttered softly. “Yes sir.” He nodded. “How old are you?” Becky swallowed and shuffled her feet. “Er, six. Six sir, nearly seven sir.” Dave chuckled. “Good girl” He patted her head.

“Good.” Dave stepped back and pointed to the far door. “Through that door is a corridor with a bedroom on the right. There are three beds, which you will share, number one with number two and so on. . At the end of the corridor is a large changing room and communal shower and toilets through the door on the left.” He looked at his watch. “In the changing room you will see rows of small shelves with your name on. There should be toothbrushes and toothpaste there. You’ll find your uniforms hanging on pegs. Each uniform has your name stuck on the front and back. This is all you will wear. No vest or knickers! Go to the toilet, place your clothes in the box with your name on it and use the shower. There’s plenty of soap so I expect everyone to be clean!” He watched the guard leave the room. “In the changing room you’ll see a picture of how your uniform should be worn, so there’s no excuse for not being correctly dressed.”

Walking over to the door, he tapped in a code and opened it. “Unfortunately, because of Carol wasting our time, we’re behind schedule.” He looked at his watch again. “The bad news is, girls, that you only have six minutes to shower, dry yourself and change. Any girl who doesn’t come back here on time will be punished, and I think you know what that means!” He looked at Carol still rubbing her bottom and grinned. “So I suggest you run!”

He held the door open as the girls ran frantically down the corridor, then went back to his office and down another corridor to where the guard was adjusting a video camera in front of a large window. They watched the girls undress and rush into the showers, some visiting the toilet on the way. Dave chuckled as they soaped themselves, oblivious to the one-way mirror that ran the length of the room. The younger girls didn’t really have a clue and simply copied what the older ones were doing. He moved to a small intercom on the wall and pressed a button. “Only two minutes left!” His voice echoed through a powerful speaker system. “By now you should be dried and changing into your uniform!”

They watched in amusement as the panic stricken girls rushed to their shelves, some still half wet, trying to dry themselves and unfold their new uniform at the same time.

Dave whistled softly. This was the bit he liked! Their reaction when they saw their new clothes. In fact their ‘uniform’ was a simple short sleeved thin white dress that the girls pulled on over their head. It had been Dave’s idea to make them as short as possible, making the old fashioned mini skirt seem long in comparison. It was true that they did cover the girl’s bottom and private parts- but only just. Any bending or stretching by the girl would leave very little to the imagination!

However, it wasn’t the short length that interested Dave at the moment. He was more interested in the girls reaction to another interesting modification. He had Mike to thank for that. It had been his idea to include the two large elastic-rimmed holes ensuring that the girls breasts were permanently on show.

“Thirty seconds to go! Any girl not standing in line back in the hall will be severely punished!” Wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes, he made his way back to the large room. He knew from experience that many girls would be so intent on getting back on time, they wouldn’t have had time to realise how they looked.

It was clear from the sharp intakes of breath as he entered the room that several of the girls had noticed the holes. The youngest were the least concerned, gazing innocently at their tiny nipples. The four oldest girls had their hands clasped to their chest in horror. Dave watched their reactions with interest. He grinned as he saw how some girls didn’t seem to know which was worse, their ridiculously short dresses or having their breasts on display.

As they saw him enter several covered their breasts with their hands, while others seemed more concerned with trying to pull their dresses a little lower. One or two obviously couldn’t make up their minds, their hands moving back and forth from their breasts to the hem of their dress and back again.

“Stop fidgeting and stand up straight!” He waited for the girls to obey, smiling at their distress. Well, their ‘distress’ had only just started!

“I want to see your hands by your sides – now!” he barked. The older girls looked pale. Sally put up her hand. “Please sir, can I…” Dave turned on her. “One more word from any of you without permission and you’ll spend the whole night on the punishment bench!” He breathed deeply. One by one the girls lowered their hands, their faces beetroot red with embarrassment, some crying with shame as they exposed their breasts to his gaze.

A hand went up. Christine, the rather podgy ten year old year old was obviously desperate to say something. Tears were pouring down her red face. Dave bit his lip trying not to laugh. He could see what the problem was. The guard had obviously put the wrong dress on her shelf. Several sizes too small for her, it only came down to her waist, leaving her privates uncovered for all to see.

“Yes, I know what you want to say, Christine. Your dress is too small.” He looked at the guard who smiled and nodded. “I’ll have the correct size ready for you tomorrow morning. Until then, you’ll just have to wear that one.”

Ignoring her tears he stepped back and raised his voice. “Okay girls, this is your uniform and you’ll be wearing it for the next few weeks. You will not try to cover your breasts or private parts at any time. Now then, you older girls..,” He looked at the three tallest at the end. “I want those breasts completely through the holes please. The edges are elasticated so you should be able to get them through. Do it now or you’ll be punished!”

For a second it looked like the punishment bench would be receiving another three guests. Then, slowly they did as requested, easing their young firm breasts gently through the holes.

“Good girls. Now then, a few words about school rules.” Dave went over to the punishment corner and tapped one of the tables. “As you have seen, anyone breaking the rules or disobeying an order will be punished. Now you’re wearing school uniform, you’ll find that even very minor transgressions will result in severe penalties.” He paused to see if they’d understood. “When this happens, I expect you to take it without a fuss. Any whining or hesitation will result in additional punishment!”

“There is to be no talking or whispering at any time!” He smiled grimly. “Believe it or not, there are small microphones hidden everywhere. The slightest whisper or attempt to communicate with each other will be punished most severely!”

“Whenever you want to say something, you raise your hand and wait for permission to speak. Whenever you have to say something, no matter what, you are to begin the sentence with ‘Please sir’ and finish it with ‘Thank you sir’.

“Hygiene is extremely important. You will shower at least twice a day. Every time you use the toilet – and I mean ‘every’ time, you will also use the bidet to clean your private parts – both in front and behind” He chuckled at his apt description. “There are special bars of soap next to each bidet which you will use. Every day I will be holding spot checks and heaven help any girl who is not completely clean! Wherever possible, the punishment will be applied to the part of your body requiring attention, in particular the breast, anus and pussy! ”

“On the front of your dresses you will see two small buttons about six inches from the hem. On the command ‘Skirts up’, you will pull your dress right up and fasten the buttons on the small loops either side of your breast holes. There will be no hesitation. Any girl not obeying an order instantly will be punished.”

Sally put up her hand, sniffing back tears and blinking her eyes. Dave sighed. “Yes, what is it?” The girl swallowed, her fear making her voice shake. “P..please sir, I don’t understand sir. I mean, why are we here sir. I mean.. why…” She saw the look in his eyes and stopped. “Thank you sir.” The panic and desperation in her voice made the men laugh. Dave nodded.

“Sorry, I should have explained.” He looked at Mike and winked. “The fact is girls, you have been brought here to be trained as slaves. After training, you’ll be sent to work for about six months, after which time you’ll be allowed to go home.” He paused to allow the words to sink in. They’d discussed this for years. Best to be honest right from the start.

“You don’t need to know any more. The decision has been made. There will be no discussion, no more explanations, and I will not tolerate any more questions. The bottom line is, just be obedient, work hard and you’ll be well treated. Step out of line and you’ll regret it!

The look on their faces was a sight to behold. Beverly, still squirming from the shock of having her privates on show, raised her hand timidly, tears cascading down her face. “Yes?” Dave tapped his foot. Time was getting on.

“Please sir, please, why can’t we wear knickers sir? Please sir, I mean … well, can we have our knickers back in the morning…I mean when we get up sir…thank you sir.”

Dave laughed, though his eyes displayed his tiredness. “No Beverly. Girls are not allowed to wear knickers while being trained. Your pussies, bottoms and titties must be available for inspection all day and all night. Now, shut up, or your bottom will be the second one to feel the strap!”

Dave sighed as he suddenly remembered something. He took a notepad and pencil from his pocket. “Put your hand up if you’ve started having periods!” The two oldest girls raised their hands, their faces turning a deeper shade of red. Dave made a few notes. “During your periods, you will be issued sanitary towels and a red thong to wear.” He stared at the fidgeting girls, a thin smile on his face. “Any pussy whippings will of course be postponed until after your period has finished.” She looked at him, a mixture of confusion and fear on her face.

His mention of pussy whippings suddenly reminded him of something else. He rubbed his eyes. They really had to start earlier next time! “I almost forgot. In order not to disturb your training, punishment sessions will take place two or three times a day, just prior to your PE lessons, and then at bedtime. The PE sessions will only be for girls requiring corporal punishment on the buttocks and thighs, whereas the evening session will also include a general inspection and any pussy, anal and breast punishments earned during the day.”

Putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a selection of thin ribbons. “Some of you may have wondered why there are strips of Velcro near the collar of your dresses” He held up the ribbons for all to see. “Any girl who requires correction, for any reason will have one of these put on her dress.” He pointed at each ribbon. “The black ribbon means your bottom. Blue is for breasts, pink is for pussy and silver is for anus. They indicate the part of your body that is to be punished.”

He saw the blank looks on the faces of the youngest girls and smiled at them. How on earth could they be expected to take everything in so quickly. “You little ones just try to follow what the others do, okay?” He crouched down in front of the smallest and tousled her hair. Becky looked like bursting into tears at any second. He felt a twang of pity. The poor girl was only six. Her blue eyes gazed at him through wisps of blond hair. “Hey, don’t worry little one” he said gently. She bit her lip, tears running down her cheeks. “I..I want my mummy!” she whispered plaintively. Dave teased her tiny nipples with his finger. The little girl tensed and watched what his finger was doing. “There, don’t worry so much” he said quietly. “Be a good girl and before you know it, you’ll be back home.” He slipped his hand under the back of her short dress and patted her pert bottom. So cute. So soft and cuddly! He gazed at her wet innocent eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. He liked the young ones. Generally speaking they were much more eager to please than the older girls.

“I think you’re going to be one of the best girls in the school” he continued in hushed tones. He fondled her soft little buttocks, his finger delving deeper between her legs. “Tell you what, can you remember what you have to do when I say ‘Skirt up’? Becky nodded shyly and lifted her dress right up. “Here, I’ll help you with those” said Dave kindly, pushing the buttons through the small cotton loop.

The small girl watched him apprehensively as he checked her dress. His hand returned to her bottom and she fidgeted. Why did the man keep touching her there? She saw his eyes move to her legs. His other hand touched her thighs, then… She jumped as she suddenly felt him touching her weewee hole. Dave chuckled. “Do you know what this is called, little one?” She blushed and tried to move her groin away, but his other hand held her bottom firmly. “It’s …it’s where I do a weewee” she replied, her voice barely audible. The man nodded. “Yes, that’s right.” Dave looked closely between her legs. “But it’s used for other things as well. In the school we call it a ‘pussy’. Can you repeat it for me?” His hand was stroking her very gently. “Pussy” he heard her repeat quietly.

Dave stood up. What a day! He looked for the umpteenth time at his watch. “Good girl. You can put your dress back down now!” He watched as her small fingers undid the buttons and grinned. Taking the pile of ribbons, he selected a black one and took a deep breath. “When Becky here spoke to me, can anyone tell me which rule she broke?”

There was silence. The eleven year old with the precocious breasts put up her hand.

“Well?”

“Please sir, she forgot to say ‘Please sir’ and ‘Thank you sir’” said Beverly carefully, adding quickly: “Thank you sir!” Dave smiled and clapped his hands. “Excellent Beverly! I hope the others will be as clever as you!” The girl blushed and looked at the ground.

He smiled at the worried look on the tiny girl’s face. Carefully, he stuck the end of the black ribbon on the patch just below her shoulder. She looked at it, puzzled, then realisation dawned. Her lip quivered and a tear ran down her cheek. Dave wiped it away and stroked her hair. “You broke a rule, little one, and you have to be treated just like all the others.” Another tear. “Better not say anything else till you’ve learned to put your hand up. You don’t want two ribbons do you?”

He put the ribbons back in his pocket. “Okay girls. I’m very, very tired. I know you haven’t had any supper, but it’s too late now so you’ll have to wait for breakfast tomorrow. You will all go to the changing room. In your box, you’ll see a nightdress. Put it on, visit the toilet, clean your teeth and go to your room. You have five minutes. When the bell sounds, all lights will go out.” He watched the guard leave the room. “A small light will be left on for anyone who needs to get up in the night.” He paused and lowered his voice. “I’ll remind you for the last time that there is to be absolutely no talking or whispering at all. Any whispering, signalling or attempts to communicate will result in severe punishment for both girls – even if the other hasn’t answered.” He looked round to see if they’d understood. “If it’s not clear who the guilty one is, then all girls in the room will be punished!” He clapped his hands. “Off you go!”

The men watched through the mirror as the girls got ready for bed. The nightdresses were identical in design to their uniform, the only difference being the softer and thinner see-through material used.

“Thirty seconds!” Dave’s voice echoed down the corridor and the guards grinned as the girls ran frantically to their room and got into bed, the two smallest girls lying side by side, not daring to move, clearly relieved at being one of the first to bed.

Click. All lights went off, leaving only a few small night lights in the corridor and bathroom. The guard flicked a switch, activating the two infra red cameras in the room. At the same time he adjusted the sensitivity controls for the microphones sewn inside the pillow cases. Dave sat down and yawned. This bit was always interesting. No matter what he said, they’d always be one girl who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

He didn’t have to wait long. Possibly due to the darkness, Christine obviously felt she was safe. He saw on one of the monitors, the ten year old put her mouth close to the ear of the other girl next to her. Through the speaker, Dave heard her whisper “Why are they doing this, do you know?” He shook his head in disbelief. Why, oh why were they so stupid?

A big grin on his face, the guard replayed the recorded whisper over the loudspeakers. The girls jumped as they heard what had meant to be a whisper, suddenly amplified a hundred times.

“Christine and Beverly. You will find a black and a pink ribbon on your uniform tomorrow morning. Any girl trying to whisper again tonight will receive three ribbons! Goodnight.”

He saw the two girls burst into tears and smiled grimly. They turned on their sides. Sleep was a long time in coming.