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The Morrison Academy For Training and Discipline
The Morrison Academy for Training and Discipline was a special
place. It bore the name of its founder, and one of its chief
benefactor, William Morrisson. Mr Morrison was extremely dedicated to
the proper discipline and training of young women. He had begun with
his own daughter, but it had long been his dream to open his own
facility where larger number of women could be trained, and his methods
could be refined. Finally his dream had come true. With profits from
the 1990's bull market, he and several of his like-minded friends had
opened the Academy in early 1999.
They had purchased 20 acres in rural upstate N.Y., and constructed
a "barracks" which could accomodate up to 20 girls, as well as a much
nicer staff quarters. There were Athletic fields for out door training,
as well as special "classrooms" and a cafeteria. The staff had been
carefully selected. Margaret Jackson, a registered nurse with
corrections experience, ran the facility. It was rumored that the 55
year old woman was a lesbian, but in any event she was very effective,
and the girls were terrified of her. She had three male assistants who
helped with discipline, and also ran "classes" and training programs.
They were also very capable in their jobs, and very enthusiastic.
The Academy accepted young women aged 18 - 25, usually for three
week "shock incarceration" program. A few had been sent by their
families or husbands. The majority however had in one way or another
run afoul of the law . They had been give choice of jail or the
Academy. Even though the academy was tough, many women preferred it to
long jail terms. The girls signed a special contract which stated
that they agreed to submit to the program , and stipulating that they
would not be physically harmed.
The following comes from the personal narrative of Officer Frank
Johnson, one of Headmistress Jacksons assistants.
1. Sunday Night Discipline.
We entered the girls sleeping quarters at 9:00 p.m. It was a
military style barracks lit by bright overhead flourescent lights. It
was time for our evening inspection of the girls. Tonight was Sunday,
so it was also discipline night, where any infractions from the week
were addressed. The girls waited in front of their beds naked with
their legs spread apart, and their hands locked behind their heads. A
few of them had been shorn of their pubic hair for previous offenses.
Wearing pubic hair was considered a privilege, and misbehaviour or
failure to obey an order could result in its swift removal. Most women
found this procedure extremely degrading as it reduced them to a child-
like state, and increased their sense of exposure.
We passed the girls, giving a brief visual inspection before
pausing in front of one of our newest inmates, Nadia Velasquez. Nadia
was a striking 20 year old latina girl. She had large soulful brown
eyes and a mane of tightly curled chesnut hair the fell down well past
her shoulders. Her body was athletic yet voluptous. She had smooth very
light brown skin, and her features were full, especially her lips which
could instantly express any emotion from beaming happiness to a
petulant pout.
Right now, she stared at the floor, and her face expressed nothing
but embarrassment and dread. She had still not gotten used to the idea
of being naked in front of men. Despite having grown up in a tough
area, she was a very conservative girl. Tonight she was to be
disciplined for her earlier refusal to display herself properly to a
male guard. Headmistress Jackson spoke to the cowering girl.
"Well Ms Velasquez, it seems that you're still a little bit modest.
Well I assure you, there's no room for modesty here. Everyone here is
going to be seeing quite a bit of everything the good lord gave you, so
you better get used to it."
"Yes Headmistress" the girl said, biting her lip.
"But for now, you must be punished. For your refusal to display your
self, you will receive a crevice whipping from the switch."
I had been looking at Nadia's large delectable breasts, and I had to
interject.
"Excuse me headmistress, but may I first examine her breasts" I asked.
I sensed that she was shy about being so big, and wanted to take
advantage of this. I thing it's good for recalcitrant young ladies to
have their breasts handled against their will. It can really help to
curb their arrogance. I stood in front of the terrified girl and placed
one hand on each of her large breasts. I kneaded, squeezed and lewdly
fondled. I cupped them and fondled them and tweaked her nipples until,
to her great shame they became erect. I grabbed her chin and forced her
to look directly at me. Her eyes brimmed with tears as I continued my
rough examination. I forced her to hop up and down so I could watch her
breasts flop and jiggle. The tears had started slowly spilling down
her face.
"Now, Ms Velasquez" I said as I finished , "I want you to repeat after
me."
"Thank you officer Jackson..."
"Thank You officer Jackson" She replied meekly.
"For playing with my big tits" I said smiling.
"Please sir, don't make me say that...I..can't" she stammered in a
barely audible voice.
I drew back and slapped her hard across her exposed breast.
"Oh yes you can, and will Ms Velasquez, or you lovely bottom will pay
the price. Now let's try this again."
"Thank you Officer Jackson"
"Thank You Officer Jackson"
"For playing with my big tits" I said with satisfaction, watching her
face.
"For ppplaying ...with my...bbbig..tits" She said breaking into
heartrending sobs.
"Well you're very welcome Ms Velasquez," I said mockingly, "and I very
much look forward to playing with all the other lovely parts of you
very soon."
Ms. Jackson Gave her a few moments to collect herself before she spoke.
"Alright, lets begin with the punishment" she said sternly.
"Nadia, I want you to lay face down on the bed and spread your legs for
us like a good girl"
The mortified girl had no choice but to comply. She climbed awkwardly
onto the bed and lay face down on the blankets. Slowly, reluctantly she
spread her legs. I have to say she had one of the loveliest bottoms I
had ever seen. It was smooth as a babies skin, and her cheeks were
round and firm. With her legs spread, we could see the dark valley
between her buttocks, as well as her vagina, which was covered with a
soft brown fur. The poor girl was now only moments from being forced
to reveal her most intimate secrets to her stern disciplinarians.
"Officer Johnson" Headmistress Jackson said " would you do the honors"
"With pleasure," I replied.
This was the moment we had all been waiting for. I placed one knee on
the bed for balance and leaned over her. I teased her for a moment,
running my hands lightly over the now goose-pimpled flesh. I then took
a deep breath, grasped her buttocks with both hands and slowly spread
them apart. There was a moment of silence as we beheld the erotic
spectacle before us. The brown pucker of Nadia's anus winked up at us
lewdly, like an exotic flower as we peered intently at her most private
part.
"Well Ms Velasquez, up until now you've been very shy, but now here we
are, looking at your pretty little anus and vagina as closely as any
doctor ever did, or any of your little boyfriends either." As I've said
before, Theres no room for modesty here."
Nadia hid her face in the pillow as we carefully inspected her
genitals.
"You will now receive 10 strokes of the switch" said the Headmistress.
She pulled the switch out of her apron. It was made from a sanded down
willow branch, and when applied by her masterful hands could be a very
effective instrument of correction. With unerring accuracy, and
unforgiving force she brought the switch down directly on the girls
exposed anus. Nadia let out a squeal as the switch made contact. She
kicked her legs wildly as the remainder of the strokes fell, but I held
her firmly. She bit her pillow and moaned as her punishment was
delivered. Her little toes were curling with the smart of the whip.
Even her naked little feet were pretty.
Finally, the tenth stroke fell and it was over. Her face remained
buried in the pillow as I let go of her bottom and got up. She had had
enough for tonight. Besides, she needed to conserve her strength
because her training and exercise program would star tomorrow. The
punishments at the Academy were carefully graded to maximize the girl's
humiliation, and assure that their sense of powerlessness remained high
at all times. They had hired a psychologist who advised them on the
psychological aspects of discipline and humiliation. It was she who had
recommended shaving off the girls pubic hair for punishment. She also
suggested that rather than being kept naked at all times, that the
girls should be made to strip repeatedly in front of staff. As you can
see, the Academy did not take it's mission lightly.
Leaving Nadia to her tears, we moved down the line. Our next stop was
Susan Keyes, a 24 year old blond with a nubile body, and a Califonia
tan. She stood before us naked as the day she was born, having lost her
pubic hair the day before as a result of mouthing off to a guard. These
inspection sessions could be as brief or as long as was required.
Headmistress Jackson would often fondle the girls, or make them assume
degrading or revealing positions so their genitals and hygiene could be
checked. In this case, Ms Jackson fondled her breasts briefly, and then
reached down and fingered her exposed vagina.
"What a smooth little pussy you have my dear" she said mockingly." Just
like a babies, little California girl" "Well I hope this embarrassment
will teach you to hold your tongue"
"Yes Headmistress" said the furiously blushing girl.
Our next stop was Inessa, a Russian girl from the southern part of the
former republic. She had reddish brown hair, cut to her shoulders, and
bangs on her forehead. She had very pretty features, a slightly olive
complexion, pouty lips and fiery brown eyes that shown with defiance.
She had a rebellious streak, and we were determined to break her.
"Well Inessa, I see here that you have not attended your obedience
class for the last two days" she said coldly. "You will receive a
punishment of two minutes of the "ball of fire", along with a public
enema.
She made the girl lay on the bed on her back and then pull her knees up
until they touched her shoulders. I had seen Inessa's privates before
but this was really a great view. Her fleshy vagina was covered with
reddish brown hair, and the lips were slightly parted. Her anus, about
the size of a quarter made an inviting target. Despite the humiliating
position, the girls face showed only contempt and defiance.
The ball of fire was an ingenious little trick. It consisted of an
ordinary cotton swab which was dipped in rubbing alcohol and the
inserted into the rectum. It caused no real damage, but was
excruciatingly painful. Ms. Jackson motioned for me to hold the girl as
she poured the alcohol on to the ball. She set the bottle on the
dresser, and then reached down with her left hand and, with her thumb
and index finger spread her anus. Her right index finger then pushed
the ball into the girls rectum. I held Inessa tightly as she pulled
her finger out of the girls bottom.
The effect was instantaneous.
"Owwww.....owww...oww" she began wailing.
ooooooohh.......ppppleeeasse.....it hurts...owwwwww.....!
Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and her face was contorted with
pain. Her pride was gone now, and all she cared about was the fire
burning in her rectum. Headmistress Jackson eyed her watch.
"That's only 30 seconds missy" she said sternly. "90 to go . Youre
going t feel the fire in your saucy little bottom."
"Owwwwwwww.....oooooooohhhhhhh........nnnnoooooooo!....pppppleeeeassssss
e.....take it out.....oooooohhhh.....I...bbbbbbeg....
yyyyyyyou..........pppppleeeeeease........o......it...hurts... "she
howled.
Hearing her squeal and plead was quite diverting. She was also putting
on a visual show, as her anus expanded and contracted in wild spasms,
futilely trying to expel the intruder. When the two minutes had
elapsed. Headmistress Jackson inserted her finger and removed the ball,
throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed. Inessa lay on the bed
writhing, and clutching her buttocks hysterically as the pain slowly
subsided.
"Well that's only part of your discipline young lady" she continued.
She the made Inessa stand at the front of the bed and bend over and
touch her toes. She was forced to wait like that while the enema cart
was wheeled out. The cart contained a large red enema bag along with
several nozzles and lubricant. There was also a large glass bowl into
which the girls were made to expel. Ms. Jackson handed me the lubricant.
"Officer Johnson" she said "please lubricate the prisoner"
"Yes Ma'am" I replied.
I then gave the still bending girl one of my favorite orders.
"Alright young lady, reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks
like a good girl." I said.
Slowly, she reached back and complied withe degrading order.I squeezed
some K-Y onto the tip of my finger and began lubricating her, I took
my time pausing to "goose" her, inserting my finger all the way into
her rectum and probing her inner depths. To emphasize her helplessness,
I reached down and pinched one of her hanging breasts.
Next came the enema. Headmistress Jackson hookd up the enema to one of
the larger, penis-shaped nozzles. I waved it in front of Inessa's face
to taunt her.
"I think your really going to like this one dear , dont you agree" I
said coldly.
By this time she was near tears. I slowly inserted the nozzle into her.
Her anus stretched wide around the intruder. I sodomized her for almost
a minute, pistoning it in and out. We were both enjoying the sex show
Inessa was unwillingly putting on. I inserted it a final time and gave
the signal to release the water. It was a large enema, and t took
almost a minute to fill her. Warning her not to spill a drop, I
withdrew the nozzle and helped her up. She was wobbly from all the
water, and there were tears welling up in her pretty brown eyes.
Ms Jackson had a novel idea for her final humiliation. There was a
ballet barre attached to the wall at the far end of the room that was
sometimes used for punishments. Inessa was led over to it and made to
lift up her right leg on to the barre and lean forward. This classic
ballet position left her crotch completely spread open. For a final
touch, we summoned Susan Keyes and made the mortified girl hold the
bowl directly underneath Inessa. She certainly was going to have a
great view!
"Inessa", you have misbehaved, and must be punished. "You will now
perform your most private function in front of an audience. I hope
you'll learn your lesson."
The girl could barely hold the water and she yearned for release,
despite her shame.
"When I count to three.. You may expel." Ms. Jackson said.
"One......Two....three......."
With a low moan of defeat and shame, Inessa let go the floodwaters
broke and a stream of clear water splashed into the bowl that Susan
Keyes held under her. A few drops hit Susan in the face as she tried to
turn away. The rest of the water gushed out with a few rude farting
noises. Inessa's humiliation was now complete. Still holding the barre,
she wept in utter humiliation.
Our mission completed, we sent Susan to empty the bowl and helped the
trembling sobbing Inessa to her bed. We were done for the night. It
was time for lights out, and besides the girls needed their rest, since
the special "exercise and training" program would begin tomorrow and
they needed their strength. Headmistress Jackson and I turned out the
lights and walked down the long hall to our quarters, content in a job
well done.
TO BE CONTINUED............... ( If you like this story, please e-mail
me with comments or suggestions of what you would like to see, maybe
descriptions or pictures of future inmates. If there is enough
interest, I will incorporate them into future installments
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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