NIS Punishment Programme: 3 St. Catherine’s

 

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:

 

3 St. Catherine’s

 

by obohobo

 

Warnings

 

Please take note!

 

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

 

MF NC. Spanking

 

If you are underage or offended by such material, or if viewing this file is illegal in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.

 

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

 

“You’ve 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 couldn’t help you with and, even now, I really don’t 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?” Betty and Sally sat comfortably with a glass of wine in front of the fire while, Clive, Sally’s father and Betty’s partner of three months, and David, Sally’s mentor for about the same time, played snooker in the basement.

 

“It’s too depressing, Betty. This is Christmas and I don’t want to re-live that first month again. Things are better now. If you want the gory details I’ll loan you my diary when you have an hour or two doing nothing. Daddy’s not seen it and I’m 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.”

 

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

 

 

Monday August 31^st 2026

 

Dear Diary Katie (I remember reading a book that used a diary as a personal friend so I’m going to make you my friend and call you Katie. Regardless that Daddy may read it, I’ll 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. “Please open them,” 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 Mother’s and black on Jennifer’s. 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, “Diary of Sally Pettigrew”, an expensive fountain pen and a container of ink cartridges. Mother knew what the pens were but I’d 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 couldn’t be done on the comms units. Mother’s 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. “He questions and complains about the cost of our clothing and yet he buys this stuff for no purpose,” I thought before the three of us started questioning him as to why he bought them.

 

“First I must show you my present.” I didn’t 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 mother’s. 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 didn’t then but went on to explain about the diaries.

 

“As 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 I’ve 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, we’ll hermetically seal them and archive them in the County Records Office.” He spent a little more time answering questions but didn’t budge from his determination that we should complete a diary entry each day or at least every other day. He didn’t 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. “Sounded like he wants us to write about all the sex we have and no doubt there will be more of that when we can’t tease the boys and cannot say no to being fucked. No more crying out “rape” now. Maybe he thinks the researchers will get horny after reading our journals,” Jenny suggested

 

“And they’ll want to know every time we get the strap Jenny and I’ll 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.”

 

“And you cheat by getting Martin and Peter to do your work in return for letting them fuck you. You won’t 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.”

 

“Guess I’ll have to find another way, or maybe get myself expelled from the grotty boarding school.”

 

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, “We’ll discuss this further in the morning Sally.”

 

Dear Diary Katie, it looks like I’m 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 1^st 2026

 

Oh, Dear Katie, it’s only midday and I’ve already felt the strap on my arse (I can use my usual terms to you in my Diary and know you won’t be shocked) and I’ve 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 morning’s newscast, we didn’t get woken up at midnight and thrashed and raped. I heard the fireworks but there weren’t 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 sister’s door and mother quietly asking her to let her in. I couldn’t hear what she said but shortly after I heard them whispering on the way to the main bedroom and then Daddy’s voice shortly after.

 

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

 

“Surely Daddy didn’t fuck her while mummy was in bed too?” My thoughts about her proved correct and while in the bathroom, Jenny whispered what happened. “Mummy 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 we’re 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.”

 

“I suppose he’ll want me tonight.”

 

“I wouldn’t mind him wanting me again.” She hurried into her room to dress while I showered and then went down in my dressing gown, ten minutes later than the time he’d said. I wasn’t worried because I didn’t want breakfast. Daddy didn’t see it that way.

 

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

 

Mother seeing me about to add to my protest, hissed, “Don’t think about it Sally, if he has to help you’ll feel that new strap of his.” Out of Daddy’s sight I did struggle but with two of them, both bigger than me, I didn’t stand a chance and soon found myself strapped down, naked and crying, over the new punishment bench he’d 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 didn’t seem likely that he would even watch. Finally my wrists were pulled forward and locked to rings at the front of the bench. “Don’t run away,” mother smirked when they finished.

 

“Bitch!” I retorted.

 

“You get extra for that!” 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.

 

“You should consider yourself lucky Sally,” Jenny started, “We’ve 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 it’s no longer rape.”

 

“And the whippings in the Civic Centre in Morsham were really terrible,” Mother went on, “They whipped the women back and front while strung up to the ceiling. Each lash curled around the woman’s 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.”

 

Dearest Katie, I certainly didn’t 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 wasn’t going to spare me. I yelled and realised why they’d placed the bench in the cellar. The noise echoed around the stone walls but wouldn’t 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 Mother’s 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, “Stand 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.”

 

The shower and cream eased the pain a little but I certainly didn’t wish to stand and watch others being punished, but neither did I wish to sit down! Worse followed.

 

Speaking to Mother, he said, “When the maid arrives, show her Sally’s bottom and when cook turns up, tell me and I want to talk with you all in the lounge.” 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. That’s when I heard the first mention of the mentor system some schools were introducing although at the time, I didn’t 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 she’d looked at my bum, she folded me into her enormous bosom and gave me a hug. “You take care Miss Sally,” she whispered. I’ve always got on okay with her and she’d 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, “Not even you Jane,” he added to mother. “As 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,” he addressed the maid, “You 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.” 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. “Betty, you are not attached so you will be available at any time.”

 

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

 

“Maybe sometime I will want a change of scenery, like wide open spaces,” he laughed too.

 

“And Sir, I really do need some support for these titties of mine. It’s not that I want to hide them, but without being tied down, they flop everywhere and get in the way.”

 

“We’ll carefully examine the problem after lunch,” Daddy answered still grinning and I wondered if he really fancied an older, fat woman. None of us were overweight, not even mother and I’m 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. “So the forms you brought home, were really for the work of others and a pack of lies for you?”

 

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 I’d cheated throughout my previous year at the school and then asked about the mentor system.

 

“I’d only planned on putting one girl from that year into the mentor programme, but after what you’ve told me Mr. Pettigrew, I will discuss Sally’s 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. Catherine’s, 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.”

 

They arranged for me to attend the following Monday. Being a boarding school, St. Catherine’s doesn’t quite keep to the same holiday periods as other schools. The state run schools returned today, we ‘check in’ on Sunday 13^th 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 wouldn’t mind sleeping with, are in my stream or the one above and not the A stream.

 

 

 

Tuesday evening September 1^st 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 wouldn’t be in it, but Daddy’s thoughts were on different lines. “Jennifer, 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.” 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 Daddy’s permission. So now I am a naked, collared slave to my sister and she’s 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 she’ll make a good tutor because if I don’t understand what she says the first time, she gets angry.

 

Daddy did more than check Betty’s 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 there’s too) wide open, from my position I could see everything that went on. “I didn’t think I would have that effect on you,” Betty pointed at the bulge in Daddy’s trousers, “Is it only my tits that you want to check?”

 

“I might as well check everything while I’m at it,” Daddy replied unzipping her dress and helping her out of it. He threw her enormous knickers in the corner with, “You won’t need those again while you work here.” 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 cow’s udders. He obviously liked them and played and suckled with them for a long while.

 

“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without your clothes Sir?” 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 didn’t suck it for long before Daddy transferred it to her cunt and fucked her hard. “If this is what happens now they’ve changed the law, I’m glad they did,” Betty giggled and laughed, “First fuck I’ve had for years and I hope it won’t be the last.”

 

“I’m sure it won’t but you have to remember that your bottom might get warmed too and I will wish to try your other hole too.”

 

“Oooh, I get to be treated like a real sex slave. Please use me as you wish master.” Daddy came although I couldn’t 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.

 

“Time for a swim,” Daddy announced after they’d rested a bit and ordered me to come too.

 

“I haven’t a costume,” Betty protested but grinned when she realised that she didn’t need one.

 

Laughing and joking we all trouped to the pool room and I couldn’t 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 didn’t play with them like he did hers. We swam for a bit and laughed at Betty’s 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 I’d need to be careful around her but it wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t fuck, perhaps because Betty had exhausted him.

 

 

 

Wednesday evening September 2nd 2026

 

Dear Diary, Daddy’s still not fucked me although he’s played with me a bit when I’ve sat next to him. He fucked Mother’s 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 mother’s 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, “If you had allowed me to do this earlier, you’d be used to it by now.” 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 maid’s dress but Daddy considered it wasn’t 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 didn’t 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. She’d overly shortened her dress to an uneven hemline and apologised for not being a good needlewoman (“I’m a good cook but I’m all thumbs when it comes to sewing”) 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 didn’t cover the tops and nipples. “I doubted you would want these dipping into the pie and pudding mixes,” she grinned in her usual way. Daddy started to get an erection again but didn’t fuck her. Perhaps it was too soon after the maid.

 

Daddy worked in his office so we didn’t 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 wouldn’t satisfy the standards at St. Catherine’s. Resenting her control over me, I didn’t 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 didn’t 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 Betty’s company and the freedom and rapport he has with her, quite unlike the semi-subservience he’s been under with mother.

 

 

 

Thursday evening September 3rd 2026

 

Dear Diary Katie,

 

I began to wonder what was wrong that Daddy didn’t want to fuck me. I’m attractive enough to most boys and men and my small body, perky tits and ginger hair, didn’t 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 didn’t think so although in the past, I found myself in more trouble with him than Jenny. He’s felt me several times but then rejected me. Why? It’s not that I’m a virgin and saving myself. Lost that soon after my thirteenth birthday and he knows I had sex to get my grades. Surely he doesn’t consider me too young? I’m 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. I’m 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. “Open up Sally,” he whispered, “I’ve been saving myself for you since Betty left.” Eagerly I did so and wrapped my legs around his body. I wanted him and wanted him badly.

 

Compared to some men I’ve seen at the pool and a couple of teachers at school, he’s 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 Daddy’s, 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. “I’ll have to come early again if I am greeted by such a lovely lady. Good morning Sally, please take me to your father.” Having been here many times, I knew he didn’t 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.

 

“Mr. Fleming to see you Daddy,” I announced when we arrived at the office.

 

“Come in James, have a seat.”

 

“Where have you been hiding this lovely daughter Clive? Does the collar indicate that she is available?”