Postby jennybond » Sat Feb 18, 2012 5:23 pm
Chapter 2
Susan was awoken by someone shaking her and calling her name, she opened her eyes to see Mrs Sergeant standing over her.
“I thought I told you that you had to be up by seven o’clock it’s now ten past.â€
“But I.†Susan groggily started to reply before cut off in mid sentence.
“No buts about it, you have an alarm clock you should have used it. If this ever happens again we’ll start the day with a bottom reddening session. Is that clear?â€
“Yes.â€
“Yes what?†Mrs Sergeant snapped.
“Yes Mrs Sergeant I’m sorry it won’t happen again.â€
“That’s better, now get yourself up if you want breakfast then get yourself down stairs fully dressed in your school uniform before seven thirty.â€
Susan was starving after missing dinner the previous evening so she didn’t want to miss breakfast as well, so she quickly washed and changed into her St Mary’s school uniform which consisted of a bottle green skirt, and v neck jumper, a white shirt with a green and dark blue striped tie, she also wore white knee length socks and black shoes. She stood in front of the mirror and hurriedly brushed her long blonde hair into a ponytail and tied it with a rubber band, after one final check of her appearance in the mirror and straightening her tie she made her way down stairs where Mrs Sergeant was waiting.
“You made it just in time, come through to the kitchen.â€
Susan followed the tutor into the kitchen
“Help yourself to cereal while prepare your breakfast.†Mrs Sergeant said pointing to a number of boxes of cereal on the worktop.
Susan poured herself some cornflakes into a bowl and added milk.
“I always believe in starting the day with a good old English breakfast. Don't you dear?†Mrs Sergeant asked putting eggs, bacon and sausages into a frying pan.
“And it shows too, fat bitch.†Susan thought to herself as she tucked into her cereal.
"No Mrs Sergeant I never have a cooked breakfast at home." She replied.
"No wonder you're a skinny little thing."
"I'd rather be skinny than a fat cow like you." Susan very nearly blurted out but just managed to stop herself.
It wasn’t long before Mrs Sergeant placed two plates of food on the table along with a rack of toast. Susan looked at the large plate greasy fried food put before her which consisted of two fried eggs, two sausages, three rashes of bacon, two slices of black pudding, fried bread, mushrooms, baked beans and fried tomatoes and felt sick she was never going to eat all that, but knew that she had to in order not to upset Mrs Sergeant who was being rather pleasant chatting as she cooked. Susan struggled but managed to eat most of her breakfast she thought it best if she were to apologize for not managing to finish it all.
“I’m sorry Mrs Sergeant I can’t eat anymore I’m full.†She nervously said pushing her plate away.
“That’s quite alright dear I know it was rather a lot.†Mrs Sergeant pleasantly replied.
“Maybe I could just have something like scrambled egg on toast in future.†Susan asked while Mrs Sergeant seemed to be in a good mood.
"Where do you think you are The Paris Hilton Hotel? You’ll have what I give you and like it. Scrambled egg on toast indeed.†Mrs Sergeant snapped.
“Christ I’ll be has fat as her after six weeks eating this shit every morning.†Susan thought to herself.
After Breakfast Susan was taken to the classroom, where Mrs Sergeant told her to sit at a desk in front of her teacher’s desk, she was issued with an exercise book and pen.
“First of all I need a sample of English so I know what standard you are at and what we need to improve on, so I want you to write me an essay explaining why you’ve been sent to me, and what you hope to gain from your stay with me. I’ll give you one hour starting now.†Mrs Sergeant explained.
Susan paused to think for a few moments and then began writing watched by the tutor from her desk, after only a few minutes Susan stopped put her pen down, and sat arms folded.
“What’s the matter Susan? Is there a problem?†The puzzled tutor asked.
“No problems Mrs Sergeant, I’ve finished.â€
“You can’t have finished already, let me see.â€
Mrs Sergeant walked over and picked up Susan’s book
“Is this some kind of a joke? I am here because my mum is a heartless bitch; I’m not going to learn anything from my stay here and want to go home. One thing you are going to learn young lady is what a cane feels like on your bare bottom. I will not tolerate such behaviour. On your feet come on.†Mrs Sergeant raged grabbing hold of Susan’s arm and yanking her of the chair.
“You can’t cane me, it’s not allowed in schools anymore.†Susan cried as Mrs Sergeant dragged her over to the large padded stool.
“We’re not in school are we Susan, and don’t forget I have your mothers permission to do whatever I want, now bend over.†Mrs Sergeant replied pushing Susan over the stool.
Mrs Sergeant secured Susan’s wrists to leather straps attached to front two legs of the stool, and straps on the other two legs of the stool were fastened around Susan’s legs just below her knees.
“Let me go.†Susan cried struggling and rocking the stool.
“Calm down, if that stool topples over you’ll hurt yourself, and I’ll leave you down there for the rest of the day.
Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant went over to her store cupboard and took out an old cane.
“They don’t make them like this anymore.†She grinned as she walked back to Susan flexing the cane as she walked.
“Hey! What you doing?†Susan cried as she felt the hem of the back of her skirt being lifted up and tucked into her waistband.
“I said you were going to feel the cane on your bare bottom didn’t I?†Mrs Sergeant said pulling Susan’s white cotton panties down around the tops of her legs.
“Let me go, you can’t do this.†Susan protested.
“Be quiet girl; unless you want me to put another gag in your mouth. You are about to receive fifteen strokes of this wonderful old cane after each stroke you are to say out loud thank you Mrs Sergeant.â€
Crazy bitch she loves this.†Susan thought to herself as she braced herself for the first stroke.
She didn’t have to wait long before the first stinging stroke of the cane landed on the soft cheeks of her bottom
“Arrgh!! That hurt.†Susan screamed.
“I didn’t hear you say thank you.†Mrs Sergeant snapped.
“I’m not thanking you, you crazy bitch.â€
“That’s just earned you five more strokes keep this up and we’ll be here all day and all night. Now say thank you.â€
“Thank You Mrs Sergeant.†Susan cried out not wanting to upset the tutor anymore.
Susan bit on her bottom lip as the next stinging blow hit its mark.
“Thank Mrs Sergeant.†She called reluctantly out through gritted teeth.
Susan didn’t want to give the woman the satisfaction of seeing her cry but after seven of eight more stinging strokes of the cane she couldn’t fight back the tears anymore and began to sob. Mrs Sergeant didn’t take pity at the sight of Susan’s tears and continued with the punishment until she’d administered the whole twenty strokes. Susan was relieved to feel her panties being pulled back up over her sore reddened bottom and have her skirt replaced. Mrs Sergeant finally released the straps holding the sobbing girl and took her back to her desk. Mrs Sergeant smiled as Susan winced with pain as she sat on the hard wooden chair. Susan watched as the tutor took the cane back to her store cupboard and returned with something else in her hand.
“You will now write that essay for me properly in silence, to ensure there are no more silly outbursts you’ll spend the rest of the day with a gag in your mouth, open wide please.â€
“Please don’t I’ll be quietmmmmppphhh.†Susan’s sobbed protests were cut short as Mrs Sergeant forced a sponge ball in her mouth.
“I’ll have to order some more of these sponge balls I think we’ll be using quite a few over the next six weeks don’t you dear? She said with smile on her face.
Once again she pulled a knotted length out white cloth from her pocket which she used to hold the sponge ball in place.
“Now get cracking with that essay, or you’ll be back over that stool again.â€
Susan not wanting to go back over the stool reluctantly began writing, it wasn’t long before she heard the grandfather clock in the hall outside strike twelve noon, she paused and looked up at Mrs Sergeant.
“Carry on with your work, normally we’d break for lunch now, but it’s impossible to eat with a gag in your mouth, so you’ll carry on, while I grab myself a sandwich, don’t you dare touch that gag while I’m gone.â€
Mrs Sergeant got up and walked out of the room locking the door behind her. Once she was alone in the room Susan stopped writing and began fiddling with the tight gag in her mouth trying to make it a little looser and more comfortable.
“I thought I said don’t touch that gag.†Mrs Sergeant’s voice bellowed out of two speakers on the wall.
“Bitch she’s watching me.†Susan thought looking around the room and spotting four small video cameras on the ceiling in each corner of the room.
“Pick up your pen and carry on with your work.†Mrs Sergeant continued.
Not wanting to annoy the tutor anymore Susan did as she was told, after a few minutes she heard the door of the room being unlocked and her heart began to race was she about to be punished again? Mrs Sergeant returned to the classroom carrying a tray containing a glass of fruit juice and the largest plate of sandwiches Susan had ever seen, she stared angrily at Susan over the top of her large framed glasses as she took her seat at her desk, but never spoke.
“Fat cow.†Susan thought to herself as she watched Mrs Sergeant tuck into her lunch.
Once Mrs Sergeant had finished her lunch she told Susan
“I’m going to return my tray to the kitchen when I return I’ll check your work so start finishing off.â€
Again the tutor left the room locking the door behind her, after about five minutes she returned.
“Mrs Sharples my cook and housekeeper is making beef stew followed by apple pie and cream for dinner, I’m sure you’d like some of that so let’s see an improvement in your behaviour this afternoon or the only thing you’ll be chewing on at dinner time is that gag.†She said as she entered the room
“All done?†She asked as she approached Susan’s desk.
Susan nodded.
“Let me see.â€
Mrs Sergeant took Susan’s book to her desk and began to read her essay, Susan watched as the tutor tutted and shook her head a number of times as she read.
“Your spelling is terrible young lady, and have you never heard of punctuation? What do they teach you at that school of yours? I’ve taught girls half your age who can write better than this.â€
Mrs Sergeant stood up and walked over to the blackboard with Susan’s book and began writing a list of words on it.
“All these words were spelt wrong, fourteen of them; yes that’s right fourteen spelling mistakes in a page and half of writing that just isn’t good enough. I want you now to neatly write each word one hundred times, you should remember the correct spellings after that. This should keep you busy for the afternoon.†She said passing Susan back her writing book.
“This is just evil.†Susan thought to herself as she began writing.
The rest of the afternoon passed without incident although whenever Susan’s arm began to ache from all the writing and she paused putting her pen down Mrs Sergeant barked at her to carry on. Finally Susan was relieved to have finished her writing and Mrs Sergeant was pleased with her efforts.
“No doubt you’ll be ready for dinner now.†Mrs Sergeant said untying Susan’s gag.
“Thank you Mrs Sergeant.†Susan said after the tutor helped her spit the sponge ball out.
Susan was taken into the kitchen where another dark haired woman equally as big as Mrs Sergeant wearing a pink nylon overall was waiting for them. Susan guessed it was Mrs Sharples the cook and housekeeper.
“Poor thing you must be starving.†Mrs Sharples said placing a huge plate of stew and dumplings in front of Susan.
“Yes I am very hungry. Thank you very much Mrs Sharples.â€
Mrs Sergeant smiled hearing this, was the rebellious brat already beginning to change her bad attitude?
Susan was full after her large diner and was looking forward to spending the evening alone in her room but Mrs Sergeant had other ideas.
“I told you yesterday that your evenings would be your own only if I was satisfied with your work and your behaviour, well today I’ve been satisfied with neither so it’s back to the classroom.â€
Susan was about to protest but thought better of it; she didn’t want to be punished again.
Back in the classroom Susan headed for her desk but Mrs Sergeant stopped her.
“Class is finished for today. As a punishment for your bad behaviour you’re going to spend the next three hours until bedtime on the cross.†Mrs Sergeant said pointing to the large X shaped wooden cross attached to the wall.â€
“What? No way.†Susan protested.
“Oh yes my dear, maybe then tomorrow you’ll be a little more co-operative in class. First I need you strip to your panties.â€
“Are you insane? I’m not stripping for you.†Susan cried.
“Strip Susan or I’ll strip you myself and believe me it won’t be pleasant.†Mrs Sergeant said with menace in her voice.
Slowly and reluctantly Susan began to remove her jumper.
“Hurry up girl we haven’t got all night.†Mrs Sergeant barked.
It wasn’t long before Susan was standing before the tutor wearing only her white bra and panties.
“The bra must come off too.†Mrs Sergeant said undoing the clasp of Susan’s bra.
“Are you some kind of sick lesbian? My mum would never agree to this†Susan screamed.
This only earned her a couple of very hard slaps across the face.
“Don’t you ever say anything like that again you little bitch.†Mrs Sergeant raged
Despite the painful burning sensation in her cheek Susan managed a little smile had she touched a raw nerve?
Mrs Sergeant then wasted no time in forcing Susan up against the cross and buckled her wrists into the leather straps on the upper two planks and her ankles into the straps on the lower two planks. Again Susan watched as Mrs Sergeant went over to her store cupboard. What was she bringing out this time?
“What’s that?†Susan nervously asked as Mrs Sergeant held a big red ball attached to two leather straps up to her face.
“This my dear is a ball gag, especially made for girls that can’t keep their big mouths shut.â€
Susan clamped her mouth shut as Mrs Sergeant held the red ball up to her mouth, but Mrs Sergeant was too wise for that and pinched Susan’s nose tightly together despite her best efforts not to Susan finally had to open her mouth to breath allowing the tutor to force the gag in her mouth and buckle it very tightly behind her head under her ponytail.
“Do you know what these little beauties are?†Mrs Sergeant asked pulling two little silver objects that she’d taken from her cupboard, from the pocket of her uniform.
Susan shook her head
“Nipple clamps my pretty, painful little nipple clamps.†The tutor replied breaking into a laugh.
Susan began to struggle and thrash about, but that only amused Mrs Sergeant who took another leather strap and buckled it tightly around Susan’s waist and the X part of the cross, before attaching the two painful little nipple clamps to the nipples of Susan’s rather large breasts. Mrs Sergeant roared with laughter as Susan screamed into her gag as she secured the clamps on her nipples and cruelly tightened them.
“Bimtmch†Susan screamed into her gag the best she could.
“Yes dear I am a bitch and you’ll pay for that remark tomorrow.â€
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jennybond on Sun Feb 19, 2012 8:46 am, edited 6 times in total.
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