NIS Punishment Programme: 3 St. CatherineÕs

Synopsis

The ruling military Junta changed the laws to give males back their superiority and introduced corporal punishment to curb crime. The changes have their effect on school life. A second sequel to Naked in School Punishment Programme 1: New Laws (NIS PP 1: New Laws).

# Naked In School Punishment Programme:

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3 St. CatherineÕs

by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

Christmas eve, 2026

ÒYouÕve changed considerably in the last few months Sally, and for the better too, but those first few weeks were a terrible, painful experience for you, an experience I couldnÕt help you with and, even now, I really donÕt know the full extent of your suffering. Not just the physical thrashing you had, but the mental torture that went on too. Would you like to tell me about it or is it best forgotten?Ó Betty and Sally sat comfortably with a glass of wine in front of the fire while, Clive, SallyÕs father and BettyÕs partner of three months, and David, SallyÕs mentor for about the same time, played snooker in the basement.

ÒItÕs too depressing, Betty. This is Christmas and I donÕt want to re-live that first month again. Things are better now. If you want the gory details IÕll loan you my diary when you have an hour or two doing nothing. DaddyÕs not seen it and IÕm not sure that I want him too as I said some rotten things about him, but he did say to put down my feelings as they were and not gloss over the truth, or words to that effect.Ó

Betty took the diary to bed with her that night and started to read.

Monday August 31st 2026

Dear Diary Katie (I remember reading a book that used a diary as a personal friend so IÕm going to make you my friend and call you Katie. Regardless that Daddy may read it, IÕll let you into my thoughts and feelings, just like you are my secret confidante).

I looked up in surprise when father asked my mother, older sister and I to go into the lounge after dinner this evening. There on the table were three gift-wrapped parcels, one for each of us. ÒPlease open them,Ó Daddy requested. On opening the parcels we found similar wooden boxes, each with a sloping top surface covered with calfskin, green on mine, maroon on MotherÕs and black on JenniferÕs. A simple combination lock held the lid in place. Inside mine, nestling in fitted green baize compartments, were a leather bound book inscribed in gold lettering, ÒDiary of Sally PettigrewÓ, an expensive fountain pen and a container of ink cartridges. Mother knew what the pens were but IÕd never seen one before and neither had Jenny and, in fact, we only used a gel pen these days if we needed to write something that couldnÕt be done on the comms units. MotherÕs parcel also contained one of the new imitation leather straps that had become commonplace in the shops during the last few weeks. Even I could tell the diary sets were hand-made and expensive. ÒHe questions and complains about the cost of our clothing and yet he buys this stuff for no purpose,Ó I thought before the three of us started questioning him as to why he bought them.

ÒFirst I must show you my present.Ó I didnÕt like the way he grinned as he opened a long narrow box and knowing the change in laws coming into force in the morning, I guessed it contained a strap like motherÕs. I had it half right. It did contain a strap, a real leather one, glistening with oil and with a carved wooden handle. Trust Daddy to buy an expensive one for himself. He smacked it on the table and I winced at the thought of it being laid across my bum but I wondered if he would actually use it. Throughout the campaign to introduce the new legislation to take away most female rights, Daddy had not even suggested he would resort to punishing us and he didnÕt then but went on to explain about the diaries.

ÒAs you are aware, from midnight your status is reduced from being the dominant sex to a subservient role to men, and this applies in the home, at work and at school. In years to come, researchers will look back on these changes with a view to finding out how they really affected the population and maybe these diaries will help them. From tomorrow you will record the events of your day, your punishments, your sex life, the work you do and if it was deemed satisfactory. I also thought that, as we are going back to old-fashioned standards, then you would record the events in the old-fashioned way with a fountain pen and permanent ink on real paper. There are instructions in the box and IÕve put a link on your comms units to show you how to get the best results from them. I will not check the entries at least for some time, so feel free to describe your actual thoughts and feelings about the changes and happenings in your life. I feel strongly there should be a record of how the changes affected ordinary women rather than the politics of it all. You can start using them today if you wish but until midnight, I cannot force you. From tomorrow there will be penalties for failure to keep the diary up-to-date. When the book is full, weÕll hermetically seal them and archive them in the County Records Office.Ó He spent a little more time answering questions but didnÕt budge from his determination that we should complete a diary entry each day or at least every other day. He didnÕt say how he would check this.

When he left and returned to his home office and mother went upstairs, Jenny and I discussed what we would write in the diaries. ÒSounded like he wants us to write about all the sex we have and no doubt there will be more of that when we canÕt tease the boys and cannot say no to being fucked. No more crying out ÒrapeÓ now. Maybe he thinks the researchers will get horny after reading our journals,Ó Jenny suggested

ÒAnd theyÕll want to know every time we get the strap Jenny and IÕll probably get it more times than you. You always do your work and are fairly nice to him. I only just get by at school.Ó

ÒAnd you cheat by getting Martin and Peter to do your work in return for letting them fuck you. You wonÕt have that hold over them this term because the law allows them to have you any way they want if you are in a temporary relationship for more than an hour.Ó

ÒGuess IÕll have to find another way, or maybe get myself expelled from the grotty boarding school.Ó

Unbeknown to us, father returned to give us another instruction and standing in the doorway, heard our conversation. I think he came down to say a bit more about the diaries but he quietly remarked, ÒWeÕll discuss this further in the morning Sally.Ó

Dear Diary Katie, it looks like IÕm in trouble even before school starts but at least I have you as an outlet for my thoughts and can relate my pent up feelings to you without reproach. I wonder who will next read my words, probably long after I am gone.

Tuesday Morning September 1st 2026

Oh, Dear Katie, itÕs only midday and IÕve already felt the strap on my arse (I can use my usual terms to you in my Diary and know you wonÕt be shocked) and IÕve been ordered to write about my experience. Hell, it hurt, what else did he expect?

Unlike a lot of women, like those wives, daughters or girlfriends we saw on this morningÕs newscast, we didnÕt get woken up at midnight and thrashed and raped. I heard the fireworks but there werenÕt any noisy street parties in our quiet village cul-de-sac and I fitfully dozed off to sleep again. At about 4 a.m. I heard a knocking at my sisterÕs door and mother quietly asking her to let her in. I couldnÕt hear what she said but shortly after I heard them whispering on the way to the main bedroom and then DaddyÕs voice shortly after.

7 a.m. and mother knocked at my door and made me get up and open it. ÒI have to take the key now and you must leave the door open all night in case your father wants to visit,Ó she informed me, ÒGet up now and be dressed and ready for breakfast at half past seven.Ó She left the door wide open and a few minutes later Jenny came out of their bedroom looking quite smug.

ÒSurely Daddy didnÕt fuck her while mummy was in bed too?Ó My thoughts about her proved correct and while in the bathroom, Jenny whispered what happened. ÒMummy took me into their bedroom and Daddy told me to remove my nightdress. With the main bedroom light on, he looked and felt my tits and cunt until I became really wet. He then fucked me while mummy played with my tits and I climaxed a couple of times before he did. I enjoyed it and afterwards I had to suck his prick and mummy cleaned my cunt. (We use crude terms when weÕre alone) I know she objected to doing it but Daddy threatened her with the strap. We went to sleep for a while with him in the middle until the alarm went off and we had to get up.Ó

ÒI suppose heÕll want me tonight.Ó

ÒI wouldnÕt mind him wanting me again.Ó She hurried into her room to dress while I showered and then went down in my dressing gown, ten minutes later than the time heÕd said. I wasnÕt worried because I didnÕt want breakfast. Daddy didnÕt see it that way.

ÒIÕm sorry to disturb your breakfast Jane,Ó he apologised and then went on in his polite way, ÒWould you mind taking Sally down to the cellar and fastening her to the new bench please? Come back and finish your breakfast and after youÕve finished eating, take your strap and give her ten strokes, hard ones, for the ten minutes she is late.Ó My protests were of no avail and only served to increase my punishment. ÒJenny, please help your mother with Sally and when the time comes, add five more strokes of your own.Ó

Mother seeing me about to add to my protest, hissed, ÒDonÕt think about it Sally, if he has to help youÕll feel that new strap of his.Ó Out of DaddyÕs sight I did struggle but with two of them, both bigger than me, I didnÕt stand a chance and soon found myself strapped down, naked and crying, over the new punishment bench heÕd had made.

They giggled as they fastened the strap across my back and then spread my ankles and thighs obscenely wide and fastened them in place. I knew that I would have no defence if father wished to rape me in either of my holes but it didnÕt seem likely that he would even watch. Finally my wrists were pulled forward and locked to rings at the front of the bench. ÒDonÕt run away,Ó mother smirked when they finished.

ÒBitch!Ó I retorted.

ÒYou get extra for that!Ó My thoughts that mother might punish me more leniently, began to fade.

Time dragged and I wondered if they intended to leave me in that uncomfortable position all morning. While the woodwork had been smoothed, no padding was provided and being stretched tautly out, I had difficulty in even moving my head from side to side. Finally I heard their footsteps coming down the stairs.

ÒYou should consider yourself lucky Sally,Ó Jenny started, ÒWeÕve been watching the newscasts and some of the women had terrible thrashings. The husband of one middle-aged woman flogged her back and front and between her legs until she looked bruised all over and then he and her two sons raped her, but of course itÕs no longer rape.Ó

ÒAnd the whippings in the Civic Centre in Morsham were really terrible,Ó Mother went on, ÒThey whipped the women back and front while strung up to the ceiling. Each lash curled around the womanÕs body and left vivid welts. One girl looked no older than you and when she passed out, they soon woke her up and continued until she had the full fifty. The crowd cheered when she collapsed when they released her.Ó

Dearest Katie, I certainly didnÕt consider myself to be lucky, perhaps a little less unlucky than they.

WHAP! Mother laid the first stroke hard across my arse and I knew she wasnÕt going to spare me. I yelled and realised why theyÕd placed the bench in the cellar. The noise echoed around the stone walls but wouldnÕt be heard upstairs or outside.

WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... WHAP!... Slowly and with at least twenty seconds between the strokes, she covered my arse with wide stripes of pain. I screamed, I yelled, I pleaded, but, taking her time, she gave me the full ten and then two more for calling her a bitch. My mind wanted to call her worse names but wisely I held my tongue. Jenny took the strap and gave me her five from the other side and on top of MotherÕs the pain seemed unbearable, but finally they finished and after a short wait for me to compose myself, they released me and helped me upstairs.

Father appeared unconcerned when he inspected my raw arse flesh without actually touching it, but he did tell them, ÒStand her under the shower and then put cream on her bottom and bring her to the lounge. She can stand and watch the newscasts there to see how things are now and what she could receive if she continues to misbehave.Ó

The shower and cream eased the pain a little but I certainly didnÕt wish to stand and watch others being punished, but neither did I wish to sit down! Worse followed.

Speaking to Mother, he said, ÒWhen the maid arrives, show her SallyÕs bottom and when cook turns up, tell me and I want to talk with you all in the lounge.Ó Daddy left for his upstairs office while the others started clearing and washing the breakfast things and I stood watching the floggings and sound bites on the newscasts. ThatÕs when I heard the first mention of the mentor system some schools were introducing although at the time, I didnÕt think anything of it until Daddy brought up the possibility of my being put in the programme.

The maid arrived soon after nine and Mummy showed her my bottom and told her that any lateness in future would be punished, as would slovenly and unsatisfactory work. Jenny and I were then sent to tidy our rooms but Mummy forbade me to dress. Although it pained me greatly to move, I reluctantly decided to tidy things a little and, indeed, my room looks tidier than it has done for months.

Cook arrived at 10:30 and we all assembled in the lounge. When sheÕd looked at my bum, she folded me into her enormous bosom and gave me a hug. ÒYou take care Miss Sally,Ó she whispered. IÕve always got on okay with her and sheÕd treated me as an adult even when my behaviour has been very immature.

Daddy had a little speech prepared telling us that none of us were immune from punishment, ÒNot even you Jane,Ó he added to mother. ÒAs from now, none of you will wear knickers or a bra and whenever practical, you will wear short, loose skirts so that you are ready to service me or receive the strap. Marie,Ó he addressed the maid, ÒYou are married and under the new rules, I cannot have intercourse with you without your husbands permission. I shall expect a comms message from him to give that permission before you arrive tomorrow.Ó We all knew the hint of blackmail in his statement, because her husband had a poorly paid job and they needed the credits Marie brought home. She nodded. I can understand daddy wanting to fuck her because she is an attractive woman with nice tits but he went on and spoke to cook. ÒBetty, you are not attached so you will be available at any time.Ó

ÒGod Lord, Sir, do you really want to poke a fat lump like me? No one has taken an interest in my slit for years.Ó The woman grinned and wobbled her flesh. SheÕs always been able to get on well with Daddy and jokes with him all the time.

ÒMaybe sometime I will want a change of scenery, like wide open spaces,Ó he laughed too.

ÒAnd Sir, I really do need some support for these titties of mine. ItÕs not that I want to hide them, but without being tied down, they flop everywhere and get in the way.Ó

ÒWeÕll carefully examine the problem after lunch,Ó Daddy answered still grinning and I wondered if he really fancied an older, fat woman. None of us were overweight, not even mother and IÕm pretty slim.

When he dismissed the others, he took me to his office and forced me, with the threat of taking me to the lie detector machine, to relate exactly how I cheated with my grades. ÒSo the forms you brought home, were really for the work of others and a pack of lies for you?Ó

Tearfully I nodded my agreement, fearful that I might be in for another thrashing, one that would make my earlier spanking pale into insignificance. Cheating was a far more serious offence than being late for breakfast.

He dialled the school on his comms unit and asked to speak with the new headmaster, a Mr. Thurlow. He put the call through to my unit too so I could be in on the conversation. After the usual introductions, Daddy explained how IÕd cheated throughout my previous year at the school and then asked about the mentor system.

ÒIÕd only planned on putting one girl from that year into the mentor programme, but after what youÕve told me Mr. Pettigrew, I will discuss SallyÕs performance with Mrs. Freeman, the previous headmistress and Miss Kentwell, the deputy head. They will know her whereas I am new here. In general, the mentor programme starts with a severe public punishment for the student and thereafter she remains naked for the entire length of the programme except for the wearing of a blue collar and cuffs. She is only allowed clothing, whether she is in school or out, if the temperature falls below 20 degrees Celsius. We pair her up with a boy in the upper stream of her year to tutor her and in return she has to satisfy him sexually and in any other way. He is allowed to punish her and in fact, she will eat, sleep and live with him 24/7. We will monitor the situation and her progress closely. In a boarding school like St. CatherineÕs, that is easier than in a state run, day school. Perhaps I can arrange for her to attend a day school here with another pupil to do a few test papers to check her actual ability.Ó

They arranged for me to attend the following Monday. Being a boarding school, St. CatherineÕs doesnÕt quite keep to the same holiday periods as other schools. The state run schools returned today, we Ôcheck inÕ on Sunday 13th September ready to start work on the Monday. As you can imagine, Diary Katie, I am not pleased with all this and can only hope that I do sufficiently well in the test to save me from the programme and the thrashing that goes with it, or that I would get one of the hunky boys as my mentor but I know most of those I wouldnÕt mind sleeping with, are in my stream or the one above and not the A stream.

Tuesday evening September 1st 2026

Diary Katie, my life is going from bad to really bad. Daddy called Jenny and I into his office during the afternoon and told her about the mentoring system. We knew that, as a senior A student, she wouldnÕt be in it, but DaddyÕs thoughts were on different lines. ÒJennifer, from now until she takes her tests, I want you to be her mentor with full mentor rights. This afternoon, get a robotaxi into town and buy another strap, a collar for around her neck and wrist and ankle cuffs. Get any school things you might need for tutoring her and make a start this evening. Even though you are not a boy, she will sleep with you and service you like I know she has in the past, unless of course, I need her.Ó He warned her not to buy clothes or items for herself. Mother decided to go too but it came as a shock when she had to ask DaddyÕs permission. So now I am a naked, collared slave to my sister and sheÕs already given me two swipes with the strap across my back. Not really hard ones but I can still feel them from two hours ago. I doubt sheÕll make a good tutor because if I donÕt understand what she says the first time, she gets angry.

Daddy did more than check BettyÕs tits this afternoon. As I lay on my bed this afternoon airing my sore bum, I heard Betty, giggling like a schoolgirl, climb the stairs with Daddy and go into his bedroom. With, as instructed, my bedroom door (and thereÕs too) wide open, from my position I could see everything that went on. ÒI didnÕt think I would have that effect on you,Ó Betty pointed at the bulge in DaddyÕs trousers, ÒIs it only my tits that you want to check?Ó

ÒI might as well check everything while IÕm at it,Ó Daddy replied unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. He threw her enormous knickers in the corner with, ÒYou wonÕt need those again while you work here.Ó He must have known I watched because he deliberately turned her so I had a full frontal view of her bulging thighs and stomach and her dark black pubic hair. Finally he unclipped her bra and let her tits hang down like cowÕs udders. He obviously liked them and played and suckled with them for a long while.

ÒWouldnÕt you be more comfortable without your clothes Sir?Ó Daddy prick seemed ready to burst from its confinement. She helped him undress and I new for certain, they were putting on a show for me because she held his prick so I could see before taking it into her mouth. I wondered how long it would be before I felt it inside me. She didnÕt suck it for long before Daddy transferred it to her cunt and fucked her hard. ÒIf this is what happens now theyÕve changed the law, IÕm glad they did,Ó Betty giggled and laughed, ÒFirst fuck IÕve had for years and I hope it wonÕt be the last.Ó

ÒIÕm sure it wonÕt but you have to remember that your bottom might get warmed too and I will wish to try your other hole too.Ó

ÒOooh, I get to be treated like a real sex slave. Please use me as you wish master.Ó Daddy came although I couldnÕt see it but he offered his messy prick to Betty and she sucked it eagerly and to my surprise, he went down and cleaned her.

ÒTime for a swim,Ó Daddy announced after theyÕd rested a bit and ordered me to come too.

ÒI havenÕt a costume,Ó Betty protested but grinned when she realised that she didnÕt need one.

Laughing and joking we all trouped to the pool room and I couldnÕt help joining in their laughter and noticed that Daddy seemed happier than I ever known and frequently cuddled and kissed Betty. Is it because he likes fat women or her bubbly, friendly personality? He felt my tits too but didnÕt play with them like he did hers. We swam for a bit and laughed at BettyÕs efforts as she forced her bulk though the water. Eventually we came out and lay side by side until Betty said she ought to go and start dinner. We guessed Jenny and mother would return soon.

Jenny took great delight in fastening the collar and cuffs on me and showing me the new strap and from the way she spoke, she would also delight in using it. I knew IÕd need to be careful around her but it wasnÕt long before an outburst against her way of teaching, brought a swift reaction and the two welts now gracing my back. We packed up the schooling session about 8:30 and I had to service her by sucking her cunt and clit until she climaxed but she didnÕt return the favour. Much to my disappointment, Daddy selected her to join him in bed again, and I could only watch as he played with Mother and her before putting the light out. They didnÕt fuck, perhaps because Betty had exhausted him.

Wednesday evening September 2nd 2026

Dear Diary, DaddyÕs still not fucked me although heÕs played with me a bit when IÕve sat next to him. He fucked MotherÕs arse this morning much to her dissatisfaction and annoyance. The crack of the strap on her arse woke me and when I peered into their room, Jenny held Mother over the side of the bed and Daddy gave her four really hard whacks. I would not have slept though her yells! He then ordered Jenny to pull motherÕs bum cheeks apart so he could force his prick in. She cried out even more when he forced it in and began fucking her hard but he ignored her cries and pleas just saying, ÒIf you had allowed me to do this earlier, youÕd be used to it by now.Ó Eventually he pulled out and offered his prick to Jenny who sucked it without hesitation. I started to wonder how true her goody-goody image was.

Marie arrived on time and Daddy immediately ordered her to strip. She only wore her maidÕs dress but Daddy considered it wasnÕt short enough and made her work naked. He must have received permission from her husband because in front of us, he bent her over the table and fucked her. Mother looked upset but didnÕt say anything. I knew she had money enough of her own and could leave him but her lifestyle would be severely curtailed and she could be at the whim of any other gentlemen that fancied her.

Cook again provided the humour. SheÕd overly shortened her dress to an uneven hemline and apologised for not being a good needlewoman (ÒIÕm a good cook but IÕm all thumbs when it comes to sewingÓ) but we all had to grin when she bent over and her dress lifted enough to see her arsehole. Daddy opened the front of her dress and instead of a full bra she wore a sort of sling that supported the underside of her tits but didnÕt cover the tops and nipples. ÒI doubted you would want these dipping into the pie and pudding mixes,Ó she grinned in her usual way. Daddy started to get an erection again but didnÕt fuck her. Perhaps it was too soon after the maid.

Daddy worked in his office so we didnÕt see much of him except briefly at lunch, until after dinner. Meanwhile Jenny tried to tutor me and I began to grasp some of the rudiments but her teaching methods wouldnÕt satisfy the standards at St. CatherineÕs. Resenting her control over me, I didnÕt make it any easier for her by acting more stupid than I really am and making her repeat the instructions several times. She hand spanked my bum at one point but I think it was more for her sexual pleasure than a real punishment.

Before she went home Daddy took Betty to his bedroom for nearly an hour although we didnÕt see what they did, from the noise that came downstairs, they obviously had a good romp. Mother stared at the news on the comms unit while they performed but I doubt if she saw any of the newscasts. Daddy obviously enjoys BettyÕs company and the freedom and rapport he has with her, quite unlike the semi-subservience heÕs been under with mother.

Thursday evening September 3rd 2026

Dear Diary Katie,

I began to wonder what was wrong that Daddy didnÕt want to fuck me. IÕm attractive enough to most boys and men and my small body, perky tits and ginger hair, didnÕt lack attention before the new laws, and yet my own father preferred the grossly overweight form of the cook. Is it that he hates me? I didnÕt think so although in the past, I found myself in more trouble with him than Jenny. HeÕs felt me several times but then rejected me. Why? ItÕs not that IÕm a virgin and saving myself. Lost that soon after my thirteenth birthday and he knows I had sex to get my grades. Surely he doesnÕt consider me too young? IÕm over sixteen now and quite experienced.

My worries were dispelled at 5 a.m. this morning. Daddy came into the room and sent Jenny out (her bed is barely large enough for two let alone three people) and he climbed in and took her place. IÕm not at my best early in the morning but I knew what he wanted when his hand massaged my mound and I felt his prick against my thigh. ÒOpen up Sally,Ó he whispered, ÒIÕve been saving myself for you since Betty left.Ó Eagerly I did so and wrapped my legs around his body. I wanted him and wanted him badly.

Compared to some men IÕve seen at the pool and a couple of teachers at school, heÕs not overly endowed, but he filled me nicely and I knew why Jenny had that smug look on her face when she came out of his room on that first morning. Fortunately he took his time and I came before he shot his load into me. I continued to clutch him to me by scissoring my legs around his back but eventually we broke apart and just lay and cuddled until the alarm went.

My life took another turn this morning. Mother ordered me to clear the breakfast things away so Marie could wash the counters and floors. About 8:45 a jingle announced we had a visitor at the door and a quick check on the visitor identification screen, showed Mr. Fleming, an elderly friend and business associate of DaddyÕs, standing outside. Being the only one downstairs, I answered the door, fairly unconcerned about showing my nakedness to a man of his age. He appreciated my body more than I anticipated. ÒIÕll have to come early again if I am greeted by such a lovely lady. Good morning Sally, please take me to your father.Ó Having been here many times, I knew he didnÕt need anyone to show him the way and he was more interested in seeing my bruised bottom. Deciding to provoke him a little, I waggled my arse as we climbed the stairs; he followed two or three stairs behind and I knew his face was level with my bum. It made me a bit horny and I suspect it did him too.

ÒMr. Fleming to see you Daddy,Ó I announced when we arrived at the office.

ÒCome in James, have a seat.Ó

ÒWhere have you been hiding this lovely daughter Clive? Does the collar indicate that she is available?Ó