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(Apologies for having to re-post this one - I wasn't aware that bdsmlr had a character limit for stories, so I had to cut this one roughly in half.)
Aurora squirmed nervously on the hard steel examining table; the thin, waxy paper she was sitting on crinkled with even the smallest movement. She had been vaguely aware that things like this could happen; her father had tried to explain what attending Rattangrove as a Locked girl would mean, but deep down she hadn’t really believed it would happen to her. She now regretted throwing a fit, tearing up the brochure and throwing the ragged scraps in her father’s face before bolting out of the house.
She was filled with a queasy fear as she realized that all her vain and foolish plans to bribe or flirt or fuck her way out of this awful situation had come to naught. She felt stupid for believing that such childish plans were sure to succeed. Worse was the unknown; having fled her father’s attempt at preparing her, she didn’t really know what to expect. She had assumed some sort of boring assembly, not this invasive examination, and she worried that this might not even be the end of it. She felt the dread of the unknown, and a bitter self-recrimination at herself for her lack of preparation. She wrapped her slim arms around her breasts as she shivered; nude, cold, and frightened under the harsh lights of the sterile white room. The inevitability of her situation was beginning to sink in.
This last handful of weeks that Aurora’s parents had kept her locked had been difficult. Her cage hadn’t been fully enclosed like Emily’s had been; much like what Emily called her “Good girl cage” Aurora’s chastity device allowed her some freedom to touch between the bars. It was even quite pretty in a way, the bars arranged like a flower or snowflake – both fashionable and surprisingly generous. Aurora still despised it. She had never had to be locked until this past summer – she thought that chastity was an ancient and outmoded idea that would never have been a real concern for her. She was only happy that she had never had to wear the cage to school – she had mercilessly bullied the locked girls, and seeing the looks in their eyes when she got her comeuppance would have been unbearable.
The cage chafed against her sensitive skin, a lifetime of freedom had left her unused to the ring rubbing as she walked and tugging if she bent the wrong way, to say nothing of the sensation of straining when she tried to get hard. She hated the feeling of denial that was so unavoidable any time she became aroused, but the knowledge that she was getting used to this situation was far worse. It was with creeping horror how increasingly normal this felt week by week, and she bitterly hated that her new, restricted lifestyle was no longer new or strange. She had been breathlessly careful to keep it a secret from her friends, or anyone else, really. She had managed to keep it quiet at home but there would be no hiding her new status at Rattangrove, she feared.
Aurora was by no means a strict top; she well appreciated the incredibly feminine pleasures of taking a lover insider her and riding them to a mutual climax. Sex was wonderful from both sides, and she was feeling especially denied since she hadn’t dared go to bed with anyone lest her secret get out. She could run her fingers along her skin where the cage didn’t cover but the straining was distractingly uncomfortable and she hadn’t been able to finish. Looking over at the new cage that Emily was wearing, it appeared that even that was about to be taken away from her.
Bitterly, she hadn’t even been allowed one last little squirt before her father had insisted on having her caged, or before dropping her off at this wretched school. Now she was looking at four years of her life locked away in a frustrating little steel tube; an eternity when just the last few weeks had been a nightmare.
As the Headmaster moved back to the workstation to fetch a matching white cage for her and while Emily adjusted herself discreetly in her new cage, Aurora made a snap decision. The moment the Headmaster’s back was turned she hopped off the table and bolted. Nude but for the cage, and with no plan for what she was going to do once she was across the threshold, she ran for the door. Within a few steps she realized that this was almost certainly a mistake but she was committed now; her bare feet slapped on the tile floor as she sprinted for what she hoped was freedom. She caught a quick glimpse of Emily watching her, blue eyes wide with shock, but then she was at the door and the very threshold of freedom. She flung it open, dashed forward and WHUD!
She had run straight into an attractive chestnut-haired young woman of about 25, who had been about to knock on the door with an armload of clothes. Skirts, panties, socks, and shoes flew everywhere as Aurora and the surprised new arrival hit the floor together in a confused tangle of limbs. Aurora tried frantically to get her bearings, she had skinned her knee and banged her elbow; but she could see the empty hallway ahead. She scrambled to extricate herself from the clothing and the unfortunate person she had run into, feet scrabbling for purchase on the tile. She would run down the hall, through the lobby, across campus, straight out into the countryside, steal some clothes off of a farmer’s clothesline and then…
Before she could even make it fully to her feet, much less begin her flight to freedom she felt a strong hand seize her by the upper arm and pull her to her feet. It wasn’t painful, but it was far from gentle. She was whirled around and found herself inches away from the Headmaster’s face. His grey eyes, which had seemed watery and pallid before were now hard and steely; they were pale grey as before, but she could see now that they were shot through with veins of dark orange and blue. His face remained unlined by any obvious emotion, but she could read the controlled fury in those eyes. Suddenly all her anxieties about Rattangrove and its many uncertainties crystallized into one fear: The Headmaster. She was very afraid of the Headmaster.
The Headmaster steered Aurora back to the examining table, her arm tucked tightly but not painfully into the small of her back. He guided her up onto the table, and then into a prone position; lying flat on her back. She tried to apologize, to explain, but he cut her off immediately each time with a short, sharp shush. With a sharp motion he opened a drawer on the side of the table and withdrew a pair of thick leather straps. Seizing Aurora’s wrist, he pinned her left wrist to the table and wrapped the leather cuff around a steel loop in the table, binding it down tight. It hurt, and Aurora tried to squirm away, but the Headmaster’s grip was far stronger than she could overcome.
In just a moment he had her other wrist strapped down as well, and he turned smoothly to help the rather shell-shocked dark-haired woman who was only now getting to her feet; “My dear Sandra, are you quite alright?” he asked gently; “Let’s get you a nice cup of tea, and you can take the rest of the day off…” his voice faltered as he saw the dark look on her face.
She had been surprised, hurt, and a little embarrassed when Aurora had run smack into her, but those feelings were fading, replaced with a white hot rage. Her brown eyes glittered with anger and humiliation. She drew herself up to her full height, reasserting her authority and dignity; in her sensible black leather heels she was scarcely shorter than the Headmaster himself.
“Thank you, Headmaster, but I think I’ll stay to… observe the next part.”
Emily had seen the Headmaster control his frustration with Aurora; he was good at it. Sandra was doing her best, but Emily could see from her balled fists, flushed cheeks and bunched shoulders just how upset she was. She was certainly attractive, Emily had to admit – tall and lean in a bookish sort of way, with the generous bust Emily always envied in other women. Her blouse was loose and flowing and her pencil skirt quite tight. Her heels were maybe a little taller than they absolutely needed to be, but that was the only part of her ensemble that was in any way impractical. The careful and measured wardrobe seemed poorly fitting for her as Emily watched her struggle with her emotions.
The Headmaster raised one slim finger to his pursed lips for a moment, thinking. “Alright, Sandra, why don’t you head down to Lecture Hall 4 and you may assist me for the next stage of Miss Black and Miss Idris ’orientation. I trust you know everything I will require?”
“Of course, Headmaster. Thank you.” She smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle in her dark wool skirt and tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. She gave a curt, professional nod to Emily on the way out the door and was gone, her heels clicking on the tile as she walked down the hall. Pointedly she didn’t look at Aurora at all.
“I hope that you will forgive me, but there is something in the other room that I require.” The Headmaster had turned, and was addressing Emily directly. “Please let me know if you are cold, as I can fetch a robe for you if need be.” He paused a moment, waiting for Emily to respond, but she just shook her head. She was eager for this to be over, and she really wasn’t particularly cold...
Satisfied that Emily was comfortable enough the Headmaster left the room, and both girls heard the sharp snap of the deadbolt as it fell into place, leaving the two of them alone, and preventing any further escape attempts.
“Oh God… What were you trying to do?” Emily whispered incredulously. The question had been burning inside her, and it came out in a breathy rush.
Aurora looked over; the skinny brunette on the table next to hers was staring at her with obvious shock and a touch of awe. Whether she was awed by her boldness or her stupidity Aurora didn’t care to consider. She flushed, furious that this naïve and compliant little teacher’s pet was present for her humiliation. The girl was immediately irritating with her braces, freckles, and “Oh Yes Sir” attitude to the Headmaster locking her right back up after a few short seconds of freedom. She hadn’t even needed to be restrained. Aurora had known girls like this all her life: simple girls with strict parents who kept them sweet, submissive, more than a little slutty, and above all: boring. She noted Emily’s small silver belly button piercing, and she gave a derisive snort: Pathetic. A real rebel this one.
“Did your Mommy paddle your little ass for getting your widdle tummy pierced?” She didn’t mean for the words to be so cutting, but she was scared and alone, strapped to a table with some awful punishment inevitable, likely sooner than later. She felt a need to spread the pain around, and Emily was the only one there. Once she was started she felt she had to continue, her fear and humiliation pouring out of her as petty spite.
The girl visibly winced and blushed scarlet across her cheekbones; “I… it was my dad… but they let me keep it. I thought it looked cute…” she finished, looking crestfallen. She moved her arms, which had been covering her small breasts down to instead shield her navel for Aurora’s scorn.
Aurora cackled, her voice ringing harsh off the metal table and tile floor, the irony that her navel was pierced as well not making any impact on her condemnation: “I knew it. Just another sweet little Daddy’s girl, all too happy to have the Headmaster lock her little bits right back up where they belong, right? Well I don’t belong here. Not locked up like… like you!” she hissed. “This is all a mistake, and the sooner everyone realizes it, the better.”
Aurora took a deep breath; her mood had improved a little, even if she was still strapped to the table. She had shut Little Miss Braces up and put her firmly back in her place, which made her feel a little more herself. She tried on what she hoped was a brave smile, but it disappeared the moment the Headmaster returned. His every motion spoke to both efficiency and carefully controlled emotion; While he was silent and his face impassive his joints were too stiff and his footsteps too loud: the sharp rap of the heel of his shoe against the hard tile floor echoed in the small room far louder than it ought to have. He placed two bundles of clothing and shoes neatly on the plastic chair next to the door before locking the door behind him once again.
“We will address your flight to freedom shortly, Miss Idris. For the moment we will pick up where we left off. It would be unfair to Miss Black to keep her waiting, at least until she has had the opportunity to get dressed.” He gave Emily a small smile of reassurance. “Please bear with me just a moment young lady, this won’t take long.”
The Headmaster stepped back to the table Aurora was laying upon, and continued restraining her. The bands around her wrists were joined by another wide leather strap buckled around her waist, and then slim steel cuffs that bound her ankles to the steel stirrups that the Headmaster had attached to the table. Aurora didn’t like the sound of “addressing her flight to freedom” but she had little choice but to comply as she was firmly bound in place.
The Headmaster took a deep breath, and smoothed his jacket with the palms of his hands; “Let us try this again: Welcome to Rattangrove Academy, girls; While we take a rather old-fashioned approach to dress, decorum, and discipline here, I can promise you that we offer a truly first class education in a safe and orderly environment. You come from rather… different backgrounds to be sure, but as first year students you have a great deal in common, beginning with your cages. As you are both registered as locked girls, these cages will be a daily fact of life. A point that I can assure you is most definitely not negotiable. While this… tradition is beginning to fade from daily life, it is still the position of the school, its Board of Governors, and myself that they encourage femininity and obedience in all of our pupils.”
He turned to Emily: “Miss Black, as I understand it enforced chastity is not a new state of affairs for you, so I assume that your new cage will not be an issue.” He smiled faintly at her, his approval of her strict upbringing clear in both his body language and in his words. Emily couldn’t think of any way of answering that question that wouldn’t be deeply embarrassing in front of Aurora so she simply nodded. Aurora’s words had stung her deeply; she still had her rebellious side – was it such a bad thing if she tried to keep her nose clean and her butt un-paddled?
He turned his attention back to Aurora: “As for you, Miss Idris; I understand that this is a new and likely unwelcome experience for you, so I understand that it may take some time for you to adjust.” He drew himself up to a formal pose, tucking his hands behind his back; “I trust that you understand that outbursts like today, while not unforeseen, are unacceptable and will be corrected. The cage is a preventative tool, not a punitive one; its purpose is to help shape you into a proper young lady by curtailing both self-abuse and promiscuity while encouraging femininity in all things.”
Aurora bit her tongue as a variety of snappy retorts crossed her mind; she would have had no problem telling off her father, or the wishy washy principal of her high school, but the Headmaster gave off strong vibes of someone not to be trifled with. After a moment’s hesitation she simply nodded as Emily had.
His eyes narrowed. “Should that fail to be sufficient deterrent, we have plenty of punitive tools at our disposal as well.”
Aurora’s stomach felt sour as the Headmaster reached into his pocket and withdrew a pill-like white capsule, a small tube of gel, and to her deep discomfort what was unmistakably a small metal buttplug. The headmaster stepped up to the table, and donned a latex glove over his right hand with a snap as she vainly struggled against her bonds. She hadn’t seen the brochure before she had torn it up, but she was 99% sure this hadn’t been in the brochure.
Using the gel, he lubed the entrance to Aurora’s anal canal, and then applied a thick coating to the index finger of his gloved hand as well as the lozenge-shaped capsule. Gently he worked his finger inside her, lubing the interior of her rectum, eliciting a moan that was mostly despair but with a tinge of need from Aurora. If the Headmaster noticed her somewhat mixed emotions, he gave no sign, placing the capsule against her tight and nervous hole; he used his finger to push it deep inside her before gently but firmly sealing it inside her with the plug.
“You have nothing to fear, my young escape artist. It’s a simple ginger suppository; quite a mild punishment by our standards, but one that I have found quite effective at keeping a girl’s attention. I do so hate repeating myself, and this will keep your mind quite focused, I assure you.” He pulled off the latex glove with a snap and placed it in the wastebasket, then gave Aurora a very gentle pat on the bottom. Aurora did not find this reassuring in the slightest, and she shot Emily, who was watching with what she felt was a little too much interest a dirty look.
Apart from the embarrassment Aurora initially felt nothing, apart from slightly sticky with lube. The suppository had not yet begun to melt, and she felt a tiny hope that maybe nothing would happen. Unfortunately for her she didn’t have long to wait; deep inside her she began to feel the tiniest warm prickle as the suppository began to take effect. Uncomfortable, she squirmed as the Headmaster gently took the small silver key from around her neck; his well-manicured hands surprisingly warm against her skin.
“Now then; you girls will be attending the same assembly as the rest of the first year students shortly to learn about curfews and meal times and class schedules. It is a large campus, and I understand that it can be overwhelming at first.”
The Headmaster unlocked the plain silver cage that Aurora had worn to the school. The locking pin slid from its housing with a small tinny rasp, and Aurora moaned quietly the same way Emily had as the tube slid free from her shaft. To a girl long-denied even the faint friction of smooth metal against her skin was heavenly. She hadn’t had it off all summer, and the brief freedom made her heart pound.
“The white cage you will be wearing for your first semester will let our professors know that they should understand and patient with you should be late to class as a result of becoming lost or other small infractions.” The Headmaster spoke calmly and slowly as he worked; his hands sure and steady, working efficiently to get Aurora fitted with her new cage while not allowing her any extra sensation beyond the very minimum that was required.
“That being said, you will most certainly be punished for lateness, rudeness, a slovenly uniform, or poor grades. The white cage will provide you some mercy for small errors of ignorance, but they won’t spare you from corporal punishment when your professors feel it is required. Now as locked students, there are a few additional rules that you should be aware of.”
The Headmaster had removed both Aurora’s cage and the ring, and he wiped both down with a sterile cloth before placing them on the metal tray. Aurora couldn’t help but notice that her new cage was identical to Emily’s, if a little larger, but unlike her old one it was fully sealed, with none of the delicious gaps she had so enjoyed.
“Your cages will not be removed without permission at any time. The punishment for promiscuity unbecoming a proper young woman...” The Headmaster looked at both girls, who seemed a little mystified, and paused, letting out a weary sigh. After a moment he continued; “The punishment for trying to take off the cage, or to cum without permission is very severe, even for a first offence.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose – they seemed like nice girls, but he doubted these two were exactly Dean’s List material. “It will also mean a letter home to your”
Emily swallowed hard, imagining the vein in her father’s forehead pulsing as he read such a letter, and she made a small and silent vow to herself never to test that rule. “For a second attempt…” The Headmaster paused, a small knowing smile spreading across his immaculately well-groomed face. “Well, trust me when I say that if our rules seem harsh now, they are quite lenient indeed compared to a girl who requires such... firm correction.”
The Headmaster used the epilator torch to remove Aurora’s pubic hair just as he had with Emily. Like Emily, she kept things as tidy as she could, so this didn’t take long. Aurora distinctly disliked the sensation; the hot/cold prickle of the torch and the smell of burning hair gave her goosebumps. Worse, the heat building inside her as the suppository did its work was becoming impossible to ignore. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to give the Headmaster the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.
The ginger had started as just a tingle, but now it was a bright, hot ember that blazed unhindered inside her, causing a cold sweat to break out in the small of her back despite laying nude on a cold metal table. In her head she imagined it as a small drop of molten metal burning through her tender innards one millimetre at a time. The Headmaster placed his hand on her stomach, just below her navel to steady her as she began to squirm in discomfort. The torch wasn’t particularly dangerous, but he wasn’t going to take any risks where a student was involved.
“From these white freshman cages, you will be moved over to the standard issue pink cages after your first semester, provided you stay out of trouble. Good behaviour will earn you more privileges, including more time out of the cage; bad behaviour will see those privileges revoked entirely. Releases are on the first of each month, assuming you have earned one...”
“Once a month?!?!?”
Emily and Aurora had both had the same outburst, at a surprising volume. Aurora looked over at the skinny brunette in shock. This was awful! She couldn’t live with just once a month, how could anyone live like that?! Even Miss Please and Thank You over there couldn’t live with such strict denial! Wait… Why was she smiling!?
Emily couldn’t believe her luck. Once a month? With her cage off? She had gotten out what… twice in the last year? There had also been some deliciously naughty little orgasms that she had managed to sneak for herself with a vibrator she kept carefully hidden in her bedroom. Those moments of stolen pleasure, with her pressing the toy tightly against her cage when she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t get caught always had the extra spice of her defying her parents. However those sneaky cage-on orgasms were always as frustrating as they were pleasant, and the need always came roaring back the next day.
Her parents insisted on Rattangrove because of its famous strictness, and she had imagined that her strict program of denial would be little different from her parents’ regime of always pushing the date back for even the tiniest infraction. To be allowed one orgasm a month, without the cage… It seemed too good to true. She held her breath, waiting for a catch, but as the Headmaster returned to his work it slowly dawned on her that there wasn’t one. Keep her grades up, stay out of trouble, and she would be unlocked every month. She could see the dismay on Aurora’s face but she couldn’t keep a wide smile from spreading across her own.
Aurora was dumbfounded. Once a month? Even if she behaved?!?! This was monstrously unfair. She tugged against her restraints, but it was useless. She was firmly strapped down and she wasn’t going anywhere. Rattangrove was awful, the Headmaster was awful and she just wanted to go home. She had enough pride not to cry, but she couldn’t swallow the low and miserable wail that escaped her lips, loud enough that both Emily and the Headmaster could hear it.
The Headmaster chuckled softly at the obvious disparity between the upbringings of his two newest students as he spread the warming sanitizer across Aurora’s soon-to-be-locked bits. He cleared his throat gently and continued;
“Finally, you girls will be encouraged to wear your cages home during breaks and holidays. The final decision rests with your guardians of course, and their copies of your keys are already in the mail. However, the school does strongly recommend that all releases be under our supervision during your time here, and so you will not be unlocked upon leaving the school for Christmas or the summer. If your guardians wish to deviate from our well-researched denial curriculum that is their decision.”
With these final words the Headmaster slid the bright white steel tube over Aurora’s soft shaft and locked it onto the matching ring with a sharp metal click. Emily didn’t have to wonder how the suppository felt inside Aurora; she could see the poor auburn-haired girl tugging vainly at her restraints as the fire inside her raged. The Headmaster gave this no notice as he unbuckled her wrists and ankles, and Emily watched as Aurora stood up, reached back, then gave a whine of utter frustration as she realized that even with her hands free, she wasn’t allowed to remove the plug.
Her hands balled into fists then opened again and she hopped back and forth, her cage waggling between her legs as she tried to dance away the sting inside. Emily ineffectively hid a wide smile behind her hand: For someone who thought she was just so cool a few minutes ago, Aurora looked completely ridiculous now. She felt some sympathy – she had been figged herself, but Aurora seemed like a particularly mean-spirited bully and she doubted that she would have any concern for her were their positions reversed.
The Headmaster watched Aurora’s internal struggle with a very small smile of his own; taking professional satisfaction in the efficacy of her correction. He didn’t have much opportunity for such hands-on correction these days, and he had to admit that there were parts of it that he missed.
“You may get dressed, girls. All of the clothing that you require and that you are permitted will be issued to you during your time here at Rattangrove. You are required to be in uniform at all times, and your uniform will be clean and presentable. There are ample laundry facilities in the basement of every dormitory building, and you will be issued a winter coat and boots at the start of November. Should you be joining one of our many wonderful sports programs, suitable athletic wear will be provided to you. I shall wait for you in the hall; please do not dally in getting dressed.”
With that, the Headmaster turned on his heel and left the room. Emily quickly went through the clothes:
A dark blue woolen blazer with the school’s crest on it; two matching neckties in the same shade of blue; three crisp white long sleeved shirts; two pleated skirts, one lightweight and cut just above the knee, the other a longer skirt made from much heavier and warmer material that ended mid-calf; 3 bras, including a sports bra; a pair of gym shorts and a matching tank top, both in dark blue and featuring the Rattangrove crest; six pairs of plain white panties, carefully tailored to her… particular anatomic needs, even with the extra bulk of the cage; six pairs of white knee socks and a pair of dark blue athletic socks; a pair of simple black flats; plus one pair of white sneakers. She chose the lighter of the two skirts to match the warm fall weather, as well as the formal white knee socks and black flats. It was all she would need for a week, so long as she kept up with her laundry.
The girls dressed quickly and wordlessly. Emily was tempted to tease Aurora; she was clearly sweating from the effects of the suppository, but every time she looked over at her she was met with an icy glare from eyes brimming with tears. She was clearly having a tougher time of it than Emily was, so Emily contented herself with merely giggling herself sick on the inside.
. Aurora shoved the remaining clothes into the dark blue backpack they had come in, and stood impatiently tapping her foot. Emily carefully folded the clothes as she put back in the backpack, she felt a little bad for dragging this out deliberately, but then Aurora shouldn’t have made fun of her belly button piercing.
Once back in the hall the Headmaster placed a hand in the small of Emily’s back, and a firmer one on Aurora’s shoulder, guiding them down another series of hallways in silence. Being the last students to be processed the halls were nearly deserted, giving the building, clearly designed for large crowds of students, an eerie feeling. Apart from a custodian and a couple of professors they didn’t see anyone. After a couple of disorientating minutes navigating nearly identical-looking corridors, they arrived at a door nearly identical to the first. The Headmaster opened the door and waved the pair inside.
The room was plain; a small lecture hall that looked like it would seat twenty or thirty students at most. Light streamed from long narrow windows at the top of the room, illuminating ranks of long tables that faced a single dark wooden desk and a blackboard. The room was spartan: a pencil sharpener hung on one wall along with a pegboard that held a variety of painful looking spanking tools. She heard Aurora gasp quietly at the sight, and she couldn’t blame her. She knew what was coming next, and that it was, at best, going to be deeply unpleasant.
The young woman whom Aurora had unintentionally tackled was waiting next to the desk, with a clipboard in her hand. She had clearly calmed down from before but there was no warmth in her smile as she greeted the Headmaster with professional courtesy. The fluorescent lights buzzed quietly as the Headmaster closed the door behind them, the heavy latch clicking into place solidly. Briskly, he walked to the desk and took up a position to one side of it with a slight nod to Sandra, who clicked her pen, ready to take notes. From her body language, Emily would have sworn she was looking forward to it.
The Headmaster cleared his throat, addressing both Emily and Aurora, who fidgeted nervously. “Before I hand you off to the assembly, I need to administer our standard pain tolerance test. I rarely handle this myself anymore, but each of your parents wrote to ask that I handle your test personally.”
Emily winced. Pain tolerance testing she had been warned about; it was in the Rattangrove guide and it was an unavoidable part of admission, even for unlocked girls. A half hour of deeply unpleasant “testing” to determine which of their motley assortment of paddles, straps, canes and the like was the most effective at bringing her to tears.
It was the part of orientation that every first year student dreaded, but to have the Headmaster himself administering the test… her stomach sank. She could tell that however bad it might have been with another professor, she imagined that the Headmaster was likely to be incredibly… thorough. Instinctively her hands sought out her bottom, knowing what was coming next. She was rarely surprised by how strict her parents were, but this new wrinkle was a particularly unpleasant one; she had to hand it to them – she hadn’t expected this.
How. Dare. He. Aurora was livid at her father right at this moment, and those three words ran on a loop in her mind, threatening to burst from her lips. First the cage, then this awful school, then…. Well, she didn’t know. Her father had tried to tell her what to expect on her first day, but she had not exactly been in a receptive mood, and after tearing up the brochure he hadn’t brought the subject up again. The burning sensation in her rectum was beginning to subside, or at least to plateau, but that was small comfort compared to what was clearly coming next. She hoped that this would be the final painful humiliation of a day that seemed to have no end of them, but she wouldn’t have bet on it.
“The test is fairly simple in its execution, if regrettably uncomfortable. It consists of three parts; paddles, straps, and the cane. You will each be given a few sets with a variety of implements in order to build a pain tolerance profile for your permanent file. Professors will be able to refer to this file any time that you require corporal punishment in the future. We believe in fairness in all discipline here at Rattangrove Academy, and this test will ensure that your punishment fits the crime, never too much, but also never too little.”
Emily was familiar with most of these, recognizing both wooden and leather paddles; a pair of hairbrushes, a traditional rattan cane, a riding crop, and finally to her dismay a pair of well-oiled leather straps and an old-fashioned Scottish tawse.
For Aurora, these were as frightening as they were unfamiliar. She had never gotten anything harsher than a hand-spanking from her parents, and she had kicked and fussed so much at even such a light punishment that they had rarely attempted it. She had gotten the cane at school of course, but that was never more than a half dozen strokes over her panties. She had cried and wailed her way through those, but she at least knew she could take it. Some of what Sandra had laid out on the desk looked more like torture tools than mere punishment, and even worse implements were hanging on the wall behind her. Was every classroom here so… equipped?
“Ms. Black, Ms. Idris, please remove your uniforms and bend over the desk.” The Headmaster was firm and clear, he raised an eyebrow in surprise when both girls hesitated.
“But… Sir… We only just got dressed…” Aurora began to protest, but the Headmaster quieted her with a brisk wave of his hand.
“These tests are always done with the subjects fully undressed. Would you rather I had marched you through the hallway nude?”
Neither girl was going to argue with that, and with a sigh the two young women stripped down, placing their new uniforms on the closest table before bending at the waist over the solid wooden desk. The Headmaster walked around and examined their pale white bottoms with matching white chastity cages dangling vulnerably below.
“Remind you of your first day?” the Headmaster asked Sandra, who was standing slightly behind and to the left of the girls.
Sandra sucked in her breath with a hiss. She clearly didn’t like the question. “Seems like only yesterday, Headmaster.” The young woman’s voice was cool, but a touch strained. Emily supposed that it wasn’t unusual that Sandra had attended Rattangrove herself, and all students went through this test. Why would she be so touchy about it? “I’m ready to begin when you are.” Sandra prompted the Headmaster,
The Headmaster took off his tie, folding it around his hand before tucking it inside his jacket, and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. It was going to be a far more strenuous experience for the two waiting girls, but it was no small amount of effort for him either. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and he hadn’t punished anyone since before the summer break. “Do your best to relax girls, and try to react naturally to each stroke; if I feel you are being overly dramatic, I will have to repeat the set.”
The Headmaster gave Aurora’s trembling bottom a gentle pat; “Let’s get that plug out of you before we begin, shall we?” Aurora nodded mutely, grateful to have the awful thing out of her; it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, but she hated it just the same.
The plug slid free with a pop and a small sigh of relief from Aurora. The Headmaster pulled a plain white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped the plug carefully in the fabric, and then set both to one side on a corner of the desk.
“As a baseline, we will begin with 15 swats per side with my hand, and then 15 more, much harder. Ms. Black, I believe we will begin with you.”
With no further delay, Emily’s test began: The Headmaster drew back his arm and sent his hand snapping down into Emily’s bare, vulnerable bottom. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as the first handful of painful spanks rained down. It wasn’t so bad, she reasoned; her father spanked a lot harder than this, but it was only the beginning. The Headmaster was clearly holding himself back, and Emily couldn’t imagine this being terribly painful to anyone who had grown up in a strict household like she had.
Aurora couldn’t believe Emily’s control and stoicism as she took her first set from the Headmaster. Sure, she quivered and squirmed a little but she didn’t cry, she didn’t fuss, she just took it. Suddenly her smarmy wisecracks about Emily getting spanked at home felt hollow; Aurora suddenly worried that her rather permissive upbringing was going to make this a much harder trial for her than it was for Emily.
Aurora’s intuition was proved correct just a short time later when her own turn came: She whimpered, and squeezed her eyes shut as the first set landed home on her soft cheeks. She had a rounder, fuller bottom than Emily did, and she could feel it jiggle as the Headmaster’s hand came down over and over again. She wasn’t going to give Emily, the Headmaster, or that cocky bitch Sandra the pleasure of seeing her cry from the first set, but she knew she wasn’t taking it nearly as well as Emily had.
“Hmmm… most informative. Most informative indeed. Ms. Black your pain tolerance is impressive. I fear you would wear out the hands of our poor professors before they were able to fully express their displeasure at your behaviour…” Emily could hear the scratch of Sandra’s pen over the paper as she took notes.
“As for you Ms. Idris: is this your first time being spanked?” the Headmaster asked, with perhaps just a hint of mirth.
Aurora began to push herself off the table, tears flowing freely, not from the pain but from the odd humiliation of not being able to take a spanking as well as the doe-eyed little slut next to her. She caught herself just in time, and begrudgingly lowered herself back into place.
“Going somewhere, Ms. Idris?” there was no mistaking the amusement in the Headmaster’s voice this time. Aurora knew that trying to run now was going to make a very bad situation worse, and that backtalk wasn’t going to help either. She bit her tongue and sulked for a short moment before answering.
“No, Headmaster.” She replied, trying to keep any hint of sass out of her voice. Aurora sank back down to her elbows, resting her lower arms on the desk, and losing her taste for either fight or flight. “To both questions.” She added. She gritted her teeth with aggravation as her answer drew a small laugh from Sandra, and she realized suddenly why Sandra had wanted to stay and help the Headmaster. He was perfectly capable of taking his own notes; she just wanted to see Aurora suffer. Well fuck her. She would take her medicine just as bravely as Emily had, if not more so.
The Headmaster patted her mildly warm and pink bottom with a mixture of consolation and condescension; “There’s a good girl. I think you’ll do quite well here once we get that attitude under control. I believe we will start the next set with you.”
Despite the next set being much harder Aurora found herself able to keep her composure much more easily. The tears still stung the corners of her eyes, but she would be damned if either Emily or Sandra was going to see her cause a fuss. She hated every second of it, but she got through it without making a scene.
“A great improvement, Ms. Idris!” The Headmaster praised her warmly after finishing the set. Aurora let out a long, slightly shaky breath that she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Now for you, Ms. Black…” the Headmaster said with a smile, walking around to Emily’s side of the desk to deliver the next set.
Round and round it went, through the wooden paddles, the leather paddles, and finally the hairbrushes. Each girl would take a painful set of around 10 strokes per side, Sandra would record the results, and then it would be the other girl’s turn. The strokes weren’t delivered at full force, but the purpose was not to correct their behaviour, but to gauge their reactions to different implements.
Emily gritted her teeth through the wooden and leather paddles. They hurt, but she could take it; her old high school, which naturally had been the strictest her parents could find, had preferred paddles over canes, so she knew the sensation all too well. By the sound of things Aurora was having a much harder time of it, but Emily struggled to find any real empathy for her. Emily had problems of her own, and if Aurora had a low pain tolerance then it meant she was just going to have a much easier time of it over the next few years than Emily was. That was how the test was supposed to work, right?
Aurora was more than just struggling. She hated the smug look on that tall, plain bitch’s face every time she walked in front of the desk. The Headmaster, for all his peerless manners and propriety didn’t seem to take any pleasure from this, which she appreciated. Sandra was practically gloating; her eyes glimmered with delight every time Aurora sucked in her breath as the paddle landed in exactly the same spot twice in a row, and she thought she could see a faint flush in her cheeks that hinted at arousal. She had never hated anyone more than she did Sandra at this exact moment.
By the time the Headmaster finished with the second of the two hairbrushes on Aurora, both girls were red-faced, red-bottomed and gasping. Emily hated the hairbrush, any hairbrush and for her those had been easily the most painful part so far. For Aurora it had been the heavy principal’s paddle, the inch-thick wood crashing into both her cheeks at once with enough force to bring her up to her tiptoes with each stroke. Both were nearly at the point of fully crying, the strokes hadn’t been full force, but there had been quite a lot of them.
“Well done girls, that concludes the paddle portion – you’re more than halfway finished. You may take a five minute break; I realize that bending over the desk can be uncomfortable after a while.” Both Emily and Aurora stared daggers at the Headmaster, not seeing the tiniest scrap of humour in their situation. He merely smiled at his little joke and made small talk with Sandra as both girls took a break. Despite the Headmaster’s incredibly poor taste in humour their backs really did need a rest, and after rubbing the sting out of their bottoms, both girls took a moment to rub the knots out of their lower backs as well.
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The Arrival Pt. 2
(Apologies for having to re-post this one - I wasn't aware that bdsmlr had a character limit for stories, so I had to cut this one roughly in half.)
Aurora squirmed nervously on the hard steel examining table; the thin, waxy paper she was sitting on crinkled with even the smallest movement. She had been vaguely aware that things like this could happen; her father had tried to explain what attending Rattangrove as a Locked girl would mean, but deep down she hadn’t really believed it would happen to her. She now regretted throwing a fit, tearing up the brochure and throwing the ragged scraps in her father’s face before bolting out of the house.
She was filled with a queasy fear as she realized that all her vain and foolish plans to bribe or flirt or fuck her way out of this awful situation had come to naught. She felt stupid for believing that such childish plans were sure to succeed. Worse was the unknown; having fled her father’s attempt at preparing her, she didn’t really know what to expect. She had assumed some sort of boring assembly, not this invasive examination, and she worried that this might not even be the end of it. She felt the dread of the unknown, and a bitter self-recrimination at herself for her lack of preparation. She wrapped her slim arms around her breasts as she shivered; nude, cold, and frightened under the harsh lights of the sterile white room. The inevitability of her situation was beginning to sink in.
This last handful of weeks that Aurora’s parents had kept her locked had been difficult. Her cage hadn’t been fully enclosed like Emily’s had been; much like what Emily called her “Good girl cage” Aurora’s chastity device allowed her some freedom to touch between the bars. It was even quite pretty in a way, the bars arranged like a flower or snowflake – both fashionable and surprisingly generous. Aurora still despised it. She had never had to be locked until this past summer – she thought that chastity was an ancient and outmoded idea that would never have been a real concern for her. She was only happy that she had never had to wear the cage to school – she had mercilessly bullied the locked girls, and seeing the looks in their eyes when she got her comeuppance would have been unbearable.
The cage chafed against her sensitive skin, a lifetime of freedom had left her unused to the ring rubbing as she walked and tugging if she bent the wrong way, to say nothing of the sensation of straining when she tried to get hard. She hated the feeling of denial that was so unavoidable any time she became aroused, but the knowledge that she was getting used to this situation was far worse. It was with creeping horror how increasingly normal this felt week by week, and she bitterly hated that her new, restricted lifestyle was no longer new or strange. She had been breathlessly careful to keep it a secret from her friends, or anyone else, really. She had managed to keep it quiet at home but there would be no hiding her new status at Rattangrove, she feared.
Aurora was by no means a strict top; she well appreciated the incredibly feminine pleasures of taking a lover insider her and riding them to a mutual climax. Sex was wonderful from both sides, and she was feeling especially denied since she hadn’t dared go to bed with anyone lest her secret get out. She could run her fingers along her skin where the cage didn’t cover but the straining was distractingly uncomfortable and she hadn’t been able to finish. Looking over at the new cage that Emily was wearing, it appeared that even that was about to be taken away from her.
Bitterly, she hadn’t even been allowed one last little squirt before her father had insisted on having her caged, or before dropping her off at this wretched school. Now she was looking at four years of her life locked away in a frustrating little steel tube; an eternity when just the last few weeks had been a nightmare.
As the Headmaster moved back to the workstation to fetch a matching white cage for her and while Emily adjusted herself discreetly in her new cage, Aurora made a snap decision. The moment the Headmaster’s back was turned she hopped off the table and bolted. Nude but for the cage, and with no plan for what she was going to do once she was across the threshold, she ran for the door. Within a few steps she realized that this was almost certainly a mistake but she was committed now; her bare feet slapped on the tile floor as she sprinted for what she hoped was freedom. She caught a quick glimpse of Emily watching her, blue eyes wide with shock, but then she was at the door and the very threshold of freedom. She flung it open, dashed forward and WHUD!
She had run straight into an attractive chestnut-haired young woman of about 25, who had been about to knock on the door with an armload of clothes. Skirts, panties, socks, and shoes flew everywhere as Aurora and the surprised new arrival hit the floor together in a confused tangle of limbs. Aurora tried frantically to get her bearings, she had skinned her knee and banged her elbow; but she could see the empty hallway ahead. She scrambled to extricate herself from the clothing and the unfortunate person she had run into, feet scrabbling for purchase on the tile. She would run down the hall, through the lobby, across campus, straight out into the countryside, steal some clothes off of a farmer’s clothesline and then…
Before she could even make it fully to her feet, much less begin her flight to freedom she felt a strong hand seize her by the upper arm and pull her to her feet. It wasn’t painful, but it was far from gentle. She was whirled around and found herself inches away from the Headmaster’s face. His grey eyes, which had seemed watery and pallid before were now hard and steely; they were pale grey as before, but she could see now that they were shot through with veins of dark orange and blue. His face remained unlined by any obvious emotion, but she could read the controlled fury in those eyes. Suddenly all her anxieties about Rattangrove and its many uncertainties crystallized into one fear: The Headmaster. She was very afraid of the Headmaster.
The Headmaster steered Aurora back to the examining table, her arm tucked tightly but not painfully into the small of her back. He guided her up onto the table, and then into a prone position; lying flat on her back. She tried to apologize, to explain, but he cut her off immediately each time with a short, sharp shush. With a sharp motion he opened a drawer on the side of the table and withdrew a pair of thick leather straps. Seizing Aurora’s wrist, he pinned her left wrist to the table and wrapped the leather cuff around a steel loop in the table, binding it down tight. It hurt, and Aurora tried to squirm away, but the Headmaster’s grip was far stronger than she could overcome.
In just a moment he had her other wrist strapped down as well, and he turned smoothly to help the rather shell-shocked dark-haired woman who was only now getting to her feet; “My dear Sandra, are you quite alright?” he asked gently; “Let’s get you a nice cup of tea, and you can take the rest of the day off…” his voice faltered as he saw the dark look on her face.
She had been surprised, hurt, and a little embarrassed when Aurora had run smack into her, but those feelings were fading, replaced with a white hot rage. Her brown eyes glittered with anger and humiliation. She drew herself up to her full height, reasserting her authority and dignity; in her sensible black leather heels she was scarcely shorter than the Headmaster himself.
“Thank you, Headmaster, but I think I’ll stay to… observe the next part.”
Emily had seen the Headmaster control his frustration with Aurora; he was good at it. Sandra was doing her best, but Emily could see from her balled fists, flushed cheeks and bunched shoulders just how upset she was. She was certainly attractive, Emily had to admit – tall and lean in a bookish sort of way, with the generous bust Emily always envied in other women. Her blouse was loose and flowing and her pencil skirt quite tight. Her heels were maybe a little taller than they absolutely needed to be, but that was the only part of her ensemble that was in any way impractical. The careful and measured wardrobe seemed poorly fitting for her as Emily watched her struggle with her emotions.
The Headmaster raised one slim finger to his pursed lips for a moment, thinking. “Alright, Sandra, why don’t you head down to Lecture Hall 4 and you may assist me for the next stage of Miss Black and Miss Idris ’orientation. I trust you know everything I will require?”
“Of course, Headmaster. Thank you.” She smoothed out a nonexistent wrinkle in her dark wool skirt and tucked a lock of hair back behind her ear. She gave a curt, professional nod to Emily on the way out the door and was gone, her heels clicking on the tile as she walked down the hall. Pointedly she didn’t look at Aurora at all.
“I hope that you will forgive me, but there is something in the other room that I require.” The Headmaster had turned, and was addressing Emily directly. “Please let me know if you are cold, as I can fetch a robe for you if need be.” He paused a moment, waiting for Emily to respond, but she just shook her head. She was eager for this to be over, and she really wasn’t particularly cold...
Satisfied that Emily was comfortable enough the Headmaster left the room, and both girls heard the sharp snap of the deadbolt as it fell into place, leaving the two of them alone, and preventing any further escape attempts.
“Oh God… What were you trying to do?” Emily whispered incredulously. The question had been burning inside her, and it came out in a breathy rush.
Aurora looked over; the skinny brunette on the table next to hers was staring at her with obvious shock and a touch of awe. Whether she was awed by her boldness or her stupidity Aurora didn’t care to consider. She flushed, furious that this naïve and compliant little teacher’s pet was present for her humiliation. The girl was immediately irritating with her braces, freckles, and “Oh Yes Sir” attitude to the Headmaster locking her right back up after a few short seconds of freedom. She hadn’t even needed to be restrained. Aurora had known girls like this all her life: simple girls with strict parents who kept them sweet, submissive, more than a little slutty, and above all: boring. She noted Emily’s small silver belly button piercing, and she gave a derisive snort: Pathetic. A real rebel this one.
“Did your Mommy paddle your little ass for getting your widdle tummy pierced?” She didn’t mean for the words to be so cutting, but she was scared and alone, strapped to a table with some awful punishment inevitable, likely sooner than later. She felt a need to spread the pain around, and Emily was the only one there. Once she was started she felt she had to continue, her fear and humiliation pouring out of her as petty spite.
The girl visibly winced and blushed scarlet across her cheekbones; “I… it was my dad… but they let me keep it. I thought it looked cute…” she finished, looking crestfallen. She moved her arms, which had been covering her small breasts down to instead shield her navel for Aurora’s scorn.
Aurora cackled, her voice ringing harsh off the metal table and tile floor, the irony that her navel was pierced as well not making any impact on her condemnation: “I knew it. Just another sweet little Daddy’s girl, all too happy to have the Headmaster lock her little bits right back up where they belong, right? Well I don’t belong here. Not locked up like… like you!” she hissed. “This is all a mistake, and the sooner everyone realizes it, the better.”
Aurora took a deep breath; her mood had improved a little, even if she was still strapped to the table. She had shut Little Miss Braces up and put her firmly back in her place, which made her feel a little more herself. She tried on what she hoped was a brave smile, but it disappeared the moment the Headmaster returned. His every motion spoke to both efficiency and carefully controlled emotion; While he was silent and his face impassive his joints were too stiff and his footsteps too loud: the sharp rap of the heel of his shoe against the hard tile floor echoed in the small room far louder than it ought to have. He placed two bundles of clothing and shoes neatly on the plastic chair next to the door before locking the door behind him once again.
“We will address your flight to freedom shortly, Miss Idris. For the moment we will pick up where we left off. It would be unfair to Miss Black to keep her waiting, at least until she has had the opportunity to get dressed.” He gave Emily a small smile of reassurance. “Please bear with me just a moment young lady, this won’t take long.”
The Headmaster stepped back to the table Aurora was laying upon, and continued restraining her. The bands around her wrists were joined by another wide leather strap buckled around her waist, and then slim steel cuffs that bound her ankles to the steel stirrups that the Headmaster had attached to the table. Aurora didn’t like the sound of “addressing her flight to freedom” but she had little choice but to comply as she was firmly bound in place.
The Headmaster took a deep breath, and smoothed his jacket with the palms of his hands; “Let us try this again: Welcome to Rattangrove Academy, girls; While we take a rather old-fashioned approach to dress, decorum, and discipline here, I can promise you that we offer a truly first class education in a safe and orderly environment. You come from rather… different backgrounds to be sure, but as first year students you have a great deal in common, beginning with your cages. As you are both registered as locked girls, these cages will be a daily fact of life. A point that I can assure you is most definitely not negotiable. While this… tradition is beginning to fade from daily life, it is still the position of the school, its Board of Governors, and myself that they encourage femininity and obedience in all of our pupils.”
He turned to Emily: “Miss Black, as I understand it enforced chastity is not a new state of affairs for you, so I assume that your new cage will not be an issue.” He smiled faintly at her, his approval of her strict upbringing clear in both his body language and in his words. Emily couldn’t think of any way of answering that question that wouldn’t be deeply embarrassing in front of Aurora so she simply nodded. Aurora’s words had stung her deeply; she still had her rebellious side – was it such a bad thing if she tried to keep her nose clean and her butt un-paddled?
He turned his attention back to Aurora: “As for you, Miss Idris; I understand that this is a new and likely unwelcome experience for you, so I understand that it may take some time for you to adjust.” He drew himself up to a formal pose, tucking his hands behind his back; “I trust that you understand that outbursts like today, while not unforeseen, are unacceptable and will be corrected. The cage is a preventative tool, not a punitive one; its purpose is to help shape you into a proper young lady by curtailing both self-abuse and promiscuity while encouraging femininity in all things.”
Aurora bit her tongue as a variety of snappy retorts crossed her mind; she would have had no problem telling off her father, or the wishy washy principal of her high school, but the Headmaster gave off strong vibes of someone not to be trifled with. After a moment’s hesitation she simply nodded as Emily had.
His eyes narrowed. “Should that fail to be sufficient deterrent, we have plenty of punitive tools at our disposal as well.”
Aurora’s stomach felt sour as the Headmaster reached into his pocket and withdrew a pill-like white capsule, a small tube of gel, and to her deep discomfort what was unmistakably a small metal buttplug. The headmaster stepped up to the table, and donned a latex glove over his right hand with a snap as she vainly struggled against her bonds. She hadn’t seen the brochure before she had torn it up, but she was 99% sure this hadn’t been in the brochure.
Using the gel, he lubed the entrance to Aurora’s anal canal, and then applied a thick coating to the index finger of his gloved hand as well as the lozenge-shaped capsule. Gently he worked his finger inside her, lubing the interior of her rectum, eliciting a moan that was mostly despair but with a tinge of need from Aurora. If the Headmaster noticed her somewhat mixed emotions, he gave no sign, placing the capsule against her tight and nervous hole; he used his finger to push it deep inside her before gently but firmly sealing it inside her with the plug.
“You have nothing to fear, my young escape artist. It’s a simple ginger suppository; quite a mild punishment by our standards, but one that I have found quite effective at keeping a girl’s attention. I do so hate repeating myself, and this will keep your mind quite focused, I assure you.” He pulled off the latex glove with a snap and placed it in the wastebasket, then gave Aurora a very gentle pat on the bottom. Aurora did not find this reassuring in the slightest, and she shot Emily, who was watching with what she felt was a little too much interest a dirty look.
Apart from the embarrassment Aurora initially felt nothing, apart from slightly sticky with lube. The suppository had not yet begun to melt, and she felt a tiny hope that maybe nothing would happen. Unfortunately for her she didn’t have long to wait; deep inside her she began to feel the tiniest warm prickle as the suppository began to take effect. Uncomfortable, she squirmed as the Headmaster gently took the small silver key from around her neck; his well-manicured hands surprisingly warm against her skin.
“Now then; you girls will be attending the same assembly as the rest of the first year students shortly to learn about curfews and meal times and class schedules. It is a large campus, and I understand that it can be overwhelming at first.”
The Headmaster unlocked the plain silver cage that Aurora had worn to the school. The locking pin slid from its housing with a small tinny rasp, and Aurora moaned quietly the same way Emily had as the tube slid free from her shaft. To a girl long-denied even the faint friction of smooth metal against her skin was heavenly. She hadn’t had it off all summer, and the brief freedom made her heart pound.
“The white cage you will be wearing for your first semester will let our professors know that they should understand and patient with you should be late to class as a result of becoming lost or other small infractions.” The Headmaster spoke calmly and slowly as he worked; his hands sure and steady, working efficiently to get Aurora fitted with her new cage while not allowing her any extra sensation beyond the very minimum that was required.
“That being said, you will most certainly be punished for lateness, rudeness, a slovenly uniform, or poor grades. The white cage will provide you some mercy for small errors of ignorance, but they won’t spare you from corporal punishment when your professors feel it is required. Now as locked students, there are a few additional rules that you should be aware of.”
The Headmaster had removed both Aurora’s cage and the ring, and he wiped both down with a sterile cloth before placing them on the metal tray. Aurora couldn’t help but notice that her new cage was identical to Emily’s, if a little larger, but unlike her old one it was fully sealed, with none of the delicious gaps she had so enjoyed.
“Your cages will not be removed without permission at any time. The punishment for promiscuity unbecoming a proper young woman...” The Headmaster looked at both girls, who seemed a little mystified, and paused, letting out a weary sigh. After a moment he continued; “The punishment for trying to take off the cage, or to cum without permission is very severe, even for a first offence.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose – they seemed like nice girls, but he doubted these two were exactly Dean’s List material. “It will also mean a letter home to your”
Emily swallowed hard, imagining the vein in her father’s forehead pulsing as he read such a letter, and she made a small and silent vow to herself never to test that rule. “For a second attempt…” The Headmaster paused, a small knowing smile spreading across his immaculately well-groomed face. “Well, trust me when I say that if our rules seem harsh now, they are quite lenient indeed compared to a girl who requires such... firm correction.”
The Headmaster used the epilator torch to remove Aurora’s pubic hair just as he had with Emily. Like Emily, she kept things as tidy as she could, so this didn’t take long. Aurora distinctly disliked the sensation; the hot/cold prickle of the torch and the smell of burning hair gave her goosebumps. Worse, the heat building inside her as the suppository did its work was becoming impossible to ignore. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to give the Headmaster the satisfaction of seeing her squirm.
The ginger had started as just a tingle, but now it was a bright, hot ember that blazed unhindered inside her, causing a cold sweat to break out in the small of her back despite laying nude on a cold metal table. In her head she imagined it as a small drop of molten metal burning through her tender innards one millimetre at a time. The Headmaster placed his hand on her stomach, just below her navel to steady her as she began to squirm in discomfort. The torch wasn’t particularly dangerous, but he wasn’t going to take any risks where a student was involved.
“From these white freshman cages, you will be moved over to the standard issue pink cages after your first semester, provided you stay out of trouble. Good behaviour will earn you more privileges, including more time out of the cage; bad behaviour will see those privileges revoked entirely. Releases are on the first of each month, assuming you have earned one...”
“Once a month?!?!?”
Emily and Aurora had both had the same outburst, at a surprising volume. Aurora looked over at the skinny brunette in shock. This was awful! She couldn’t live with just once a month, how could anyone live like that?! Even Miss Please and Thank You over there couldn’t live with such strict denial! Wait… Why was she smiling!?
Emily couldn’t believe her luck. Once a month? With her cage off? She had gotten out what… twice in the last year? There had also been some deliciously naughty little orgasms that she had managed to sneak for herself with a vibrator she kept carefully hidden in her bedroom. Those moments of stolen pleasure, with her pressing the toy tightly against her cage when she was absolutely certain she wouldn’t get caught always had the extra spice of her defying her parents. However those sneaky cage-on orgasms were always as frustrating as they were pleasant, and the need always came roaring back the next day.
Her parents insisted on Rattangrove because of its famous strictness, and she had imagined that her strict program of denial would be little different from her parents’ regime of always pushing the date back for even the tiniest infraction. To be allowed one orgasm a month, without the cage… It seemed too good to true. She held her breath, waiting for a catch, but as the Headmaster returned to his work it slowly dawned on her that there wasn’t one. Keep her grades up, stay out of trouble, and she would be unlocked every month. She could see the dismay on Aurora’s face but she couldn’t keep a wide smile from spreading across her own.
Aurora was dumbfounded. Once a month? Even if she behaved?!?! This was monstrously unfair. She tugged against her restraints, but it was useless. She was firmly strapped down and she wasn’t going anywhere. Rattangrove was awful, the Headmaster was awful and she just wanted to go home. She had enough pride not to cry, but she couldn’t swallow the low and miserable wail that escaped her lips, loud enough that both Emily and the Headmaster could hear it.
The Headmaster chuckled softly at the obvious disparity between the upbringings of his two newest students as he spread the warming sanitizer across Aurora’s soon-to-be-locked bits. He cleared his throat gently and continued;
“Finally, you girls will be encouraged to wear your cages home during breaks and holidays. The final decision rests with your guardians of course, and their copies of your keys are already in the mail. However, the school does strongly recommend that all releases be under our supervision during your time here, and so you will not be unlocked upon leaving the school for Christmas or the summer. If your guardians wish to deviate from our well-researched denial curriculum that is their decision.”
With these final words the Headmaster slid the bright white steel tube over Aurora’s soft shaft and locked it onto the matching ring with a sharp metal click. Emily didn’t have to wonder how the suppository felt inside Aurora; she could see the poor auburn-haired girl tugging vainly at her restraints as the fire inside her raged. The Headmaster gave this no notice as he unbuckled her wrists and ankles, and Emily watched as Aurora stood up, reached back, then gave a whine of utter frustration as she realized that even with her hands free, she wasn’t allowed to remove the plug.
Her hands balled into fists then opened again and she hopped back and forth, her cage waggling between her legs as she tried to dance away the sting inside. Emily ineffectively hid a wide smile behind her hand: For someone who thought she was just so cool a few minutes ago, Aurora looked completely ridiculous now. She felt some sympathy – she had been figged herself, but Aurora seemed like a particularly mean-spirited bully and she doubted that she would have any concern for her were their positions reversed.
The Headmaster watched Aurora’s internal struggle with a very small smile of his own; taking professional satisfaction in the efficacy of her correction. He didn’t have much opportunity for such hands-on correction these days, and he had to admit that there were parts of it that he missed.
“You may get dressed, girls. All of the clothing that you require and that you are permitted will be issued to you during your time here at Rattangrove. You are required to be in uniform at all times, and your uniform will be clean and presentable. There are ample laundry facilities in the basement of every dormitory building, and you will be issued a winter coat and boots at the start of November. Should you be joining one of our many wonderful sports programs, suitable athletic wear will be provided to you. I shall wait for you in the hall; please do not dally in getting dressed.”
With that, the Headmaster turned on his heel and left the room. Emily quickly went through the clothes:
A dark blue woolen blazer with the school’s crest on it; two matching neckties in the same shade of blue; three crisp white long sleeved shirts; two pleated skirts, one lightweight and cut just above the knee, the other a longer skirt made from much heavier and warmer material that ended mid-calf; 3 bras, including a sports bra; a pair of gym shorts and a matching tank top, both in dark blue and featuring the Rattangrove crest; six pairs of plain white panties, carefully tailored to her… particular anatomic needs, even with the extra bulk of the cage; six pairs of white knee socks and a pair of dark blue athletic socks; a pair of simple black flats; plus one pair of white sneakers. She chose the lighter of the two skirts to match the warm fall weather, as well as the formal white knee socks and black flats. It was all she would need for a week, so long as she kept up with her laundry.
The girls dressed quickly and wordlessly. Emily was tempted to tease Aurora; she was clearly sweating from the effects of the suppository, but every time she looked over at her she was met with an icy glare from eyes brimming with tears. She was clearly having a tougher time of it than Emily was, so Emily contented herself with merely giggling herself sick on the inside.
. Aurora shoved the remaining clothes into the dark blue backpack they had come in, and stood impatiently tapping her foot. Emily carefully folded the clothes as she put back in the backpack, she felt a little bad for dragging this out deliberately, but then Aurora shouldn’t have made fun of her belly button piercing.
Once back in the hall the Headmaster placed a hand in the small of Emily’s back, and a firmer one on Aurora’s shoulder, guiding them down another series of hallways in silence. Being the last students to be processed the halls were nearly deserted, giving the building, clearly designed for large crowds of students, an eerie feeling. Apart from a custodian and a couple of professors they didn’t see anyone. After a couple of disorientating minutes navigating nearly identical-looking corridors, they arrived at a door nearly identical to the first. The Headmaster opened the door and waved the pair inside.
The room was plain; a small lecture hall that looked like it would seat twenty or thirty students at most. Light streamed from long narrow windows at the top of the room, illuminating ranks of long tables that faced a single dark wooden desk and a blackboard. The room was spartan: a pencil sharpener hung on one wall along with a pegboard that held a variety of painful looking spanking tools. She heard Aurora gasp quietly at the sight, and she couldn’t blame her. She knew what was coming next, and that it was, at best, going to be deeply unpleasant.
The young woman whom Aurora had unintentionally tackled was waiting next to the desk, with a clipboard in her hand. She had clearly calmed down from before but there was no warmth in her smile as she greeted the Headmaster with professional courtesy. The fluorescent lights buzzed quietly as the Headmaster closed the door behind them, the heavy latch clicking into place solidly. Briskly, he walked to the desk and took up a position to one side of it with a slight nod to Sandra, who clicked her pen, ready to take notes. From her body language, Emily would have sworn she was looking forward to it.
The Headmaster cleared his throat, addressing both Emily and Aurora, who fidgeted nervously. “Before I hand you off to the assembly, I need to administer our standard pain tolerance test. I rarely handle this myself anymore, but each of your parents wrote to ask that I handle your test personally.”
Emily winced. Pain tolerance testing she had been warned about; it was in the Rattangrove guide and it was an unavoidable part of admission, even for unlocked girls. A half hour of deeply unpleasant “testing” to determine which of their motley assortment of paddles, straps, canes and the like was the most effective at bringing her to tears.
It was the part of orientation that every first year student dreaded, but to have the Headmaster himself administering the test… her stomach sank. She could tell that however bad it might have been with another professor, she imagined that the Headmaster was likely to be incredibly… thorough. Instinctively her hands sought out her bottom, knowing what was coming next. She was rarely surprised by how strict her parents were, but this new wrinkle was a particularly unpleasant one; she had to hand it to them – she hadn’t expected this.
How. Dare. He. Aurora was livid at her father right at this moment, and those three words ran on a loop in her mind, threatening to burst from her lips. First the cage, then this awful school, then…. Well, she didn’t know. Her father had tried to tell her what to expect on her first day, but she had not exactly been in a receptive mood, and after tearing up the brochure he hadn’t brought the subject up again. The burning sensation in her rectum was beginning to subside, or at least to plateau, but that was small comfort compared to what was clearly coming next. She hoped that this would be the final painful humiliation of a day that seemed to have no end of them, but she wouldn’t have bet on it.
“The test is fairly simple in its execution, if regrettably uncomfortable. It consists of three parts; paddles, straps, and the cane. You will each be given a few sets with a variety of implements in order to build a pain tolerance profile for your permanent file. Professors will be able to refer to this file any time that you require corporal punishment in the future. We believe in fairness in all discipline here at Rattangrove Academy, and this test will ensure that your punishment fits the crime, never too much, but also never too little.”
Emily was familiar with most of these, recognizing both wooden and leather paddles; a pair of hairbrushes, a traditional rattan cane, a riding crop, and finally to her dismay a pair of well-oiled leather straps and an old-fashioned Scottish tawse.
For Aurora, these were as frightening as they were unfamiliar. She had never gotten anything harsher than a hand-spanking from her parents, and she had kicked and fussed so much at even such a light punishment that they had rarely attempted it. She had gotten the cane at school of course, but that was never more than a half dozen strokes over her panties. She had cried and wailed her way through those, but she at least knew she could take it. Some of what Sandra had laid out on the desk looked more like torture tools than mere punishment, and even worse implements were hanging on the wall behind her. Was every classroom here so… equipped?
“Ms. Black, Ms. Idris, please remove your uniforms and bend over the desk.” The Headmaster was firm and clear, he raised an eyebrow in surprise when both girls hesitated.
“But… Sir… We only just got dressed…” Aurora began to protest, but the Headmaster quieted her with a brisk wave of his hand.
“These tests are always done with the subjects fully undressed. Would you rather I had marched you through the hallway nude?”
Neither girl was going to argue with that, and with a sigh the two young women stripped down, placing their new uniforms on the closest table before bending at the waist over the solid wooden desk. The Headmaster walked around and examined their pale white bottoms with matching white chastity cages dangling vulnerably below.
“Remind you of your first day?” the Headmaster asked Sandra, who was standing slightly behind and to the left of the girls.
Sandra sucked in her breath with a hiss. She clearly didn’t like the question. “Seems like only yesterday, Headmaster.” The young woman’s voice was cool, but a touch strained. Emily supposed that it wasn’t unusual that Sandra had attended Rattangrove herself, and all students went through this test. Why would she be so touchy about it? “I’m ready to begin when you are.” Sandra prompted the Headmaster,
The Headmaster took off his tie, folding it around his hand before tucking it inside his jacket, and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. It was going to be a far more strenuous experience for the two waiting girls, but it was no small amount of effort for him either. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and he hadn’t punished anyone since before the summer break. “Do your best to relax girls, and try to react naturally to each stroke; if I feel you are being overly dramatic, I will have to repeat the set.”
The Headmaster gave Aurora’s trembling bottom a gentle pat; “Let’s get that plug out of you before we begin, shall we?” Aurora nodded mutely, grateful to have the awful thing out of her; it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, but she hated it just the same.
The plug slid free with a pop and a small sigh of relief from Aurora. The Headmaster pulled a plain white cotton handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped the plug carefully in the fabric, and then set both to one side on a corner of the desk.
“As a baseline, we will begin with 15 swats per side with my hand, and then 15 more, much harder. Ms. Black, I believe we will begin with you.”
With no further delay, Emily’s test began: The Headmaster drew back his arm and sent his hand snapping down into Emily’s bare, vulnerable bottom. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as the first handful of painful spanks rained down. It wasn’t so bad, she reasoned; her father spanked a lot harder than this, but it was only the beginning. The Headmaster was clearly holding himself back, and Emily couldn’t imagine this being terribly painful to anyone who had grown up in a strict household like she had.
Aurora couldn’t believe Emily’s control and stoicism as she took her first set from the Headmaster. Sure, she quivered and squirmed a little but she didn’t cry, she didn’t fuss, she just took it. Suddenly her smarmy wisecracks about Emily getting spanked at home felt hollow; Aurora suddenly worried that her rather permissive upbringing was going to make this a much harder trial for her than it was for Emily.
Aurora’s intuition was proved correct just a short time later when her own turn came: She whimpered, and squeezed her eyes shut as the first set landed home on her soft cheeks. She had a rounder, fuller bottom than Emily did, and she could feel it jiggle as the Headmaster’s hand came down over and over again. She wasn’t going to give Emily, the Headmaster, or that cocky bitch Sandra the pleasure of seeing her cry from the first set, but she knew she wasn’t taking it nearly as well as Emily had.
“Hmmm… most informative. Most informative indeed. Ms. Black your pain tolerance is impressive. I fear you would wear out the hands of our poor professors before they were able to fully express their displeasure at your behaviour…” Emily could hear the scratch of Sandra’s pen over the paper as she took notes.
“As for you Ms. Idris: is this your first time being spanked?” the Headmaster asked, with perhaps just a hint of mirth.
Aurora began to push herself off the table, tears flowing freely, not from the pain but from the odd humiliation of not being able to take a spanking as well as the doe-eyed little slut next to her. She caught herself just in time, and begrudgingly lowered herself back into place.
“Going somewhere, Ms. Idris?” there was no mistaking the amusement in the Headmaster’s voice this time. Aurora knew that trying to run now was going to make a very bad situation worse, and that backtalk wasn’t going to help either. She bit her tongue and sulked for a short moment before answering.
“No, Headmaster.” She replied, trying to keep any hint of sass out of her voice. Aurora sank back down to her elbows, resting her lower arms on the desk, and losing her taste for either fight or flight. “To both questions.” She added. She gritted her teeth with aggravation as her answer drew a small laugh from Sandra, and she realized suddenly why Sandra had wanted to stay and help the Headmaster. He was perfectly capable of taking his own notes; she just wanted to see Aurora suffer. Well fuck her. She would take her medicine just as bravely as Emily had, if not more so.
The Headmaster patted her mildly warm and pink bottom with a mixture of consolation and condescension; “There’s a good girl. I think you’ll do quite well here once we get that attitude under control. I believe we will start the next set with you.”
Despite the next set being much harder Aurora found herself able to keep her composure much more easily. The tears still stung the corners of her eyes, but she would be damned if either Emily or Sandra was going to see her cause a fuss. She hated every second of it, but she got through it without making a scene.
“A great improvement, Ms. Idris!” The Headmaster praised her warmly after finishing the set. Aurora let out a long, slightly shaky breath that she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Now for you, Ms. Black…” the Headmaster said with a smile, walking around to Emily’s side of the desk to deliver the next set.
Round and round it went, through the wooden paddles, the leather paddles, and finally the hairbrushes. Each girl would take a painful set of around 10 strokes per side, Sandra would record the results, and then it would be the other girl’s turn. The strokes weren’t delivered at full force, but the purpose was not to correct their behaviour, but to gauge their reactions to different implements.
Emily gritted her teeth through the wooden and leather paddles. They hurt, but she could take it; her old high school, which naturally had been the strictest her parents could find, had preferred paddles over canes, so she knew the sensation all too well. By the sound of things Aurora was having a much harder time of it, but Emily struggled to find any real empathy for her. Emily had problems of her own, and if Aurora had a low pain tolerance then it meant she was just going to have a much easier time of it over the next few years than Emily was. That was how the test was supposed to work, right?
Aurora was more than just struggling. She hated the smug look on that tall, plain bitch’s face every time she walked in front of the desk. The Headmaster, for all his peerless manners and propriety didn’t seem to take any pleasure from this, which she appreciated. Sandra was practically gloating; her eyes glimmered with delight every time Aurora sucked in her breath as the paddle landed in exactly the same spot twice in a row, and she thought she could see a faint flush in her cheeks that hinted at arousal. She had never hated anyone more than she did Sandra at this exact moment.
By the time the Headmaster finished with the second of the two hairbrushes on Aurora, both girls were red-faced, red-bottomed and gasping. Emily hated the hairbrush, any hairbrush and for her those had been easily the most painful part so far. For Aurora it had been the heavy principal’s paddle, the inch-thick wood crashing into both her cheeks at once with enough force to bring her up to her tiptoes with each stroke. Both were nearly at the point of fully crying, the strokes hadn’t been full force, but there had been quite a lot of them.
“Well done girls, that concludes the paddle portion – you’re more than halfway finished. You may take a five minute break; I realize that bending over the desk can be uncomfortable after a while.” Both Emily and Aurora stared daggers at the Headmaster, not seeing the tiniest scrap of humour in their situation. He merely smiled at his little joke and made small talk with Sandra as both girls took a break. Despite the Headmaster’s incredibly poor taste in humour their backs really did need a rest, and after rubbing the sting out of their bottoms, both girls took a moment to rub the knots out of their lower backs as well.