in seclusion now. Privacy is essential for my work in Photo-Bondage. My photos
are genuine and they depict nude girls in strict restraint and suffering, stark
realism. My posing girls are captives and they scream because they are in
actual pain. They struggle to escape because their horror is authentic, their
welts so very real. Yes, my pretties endure severe punishments. And that's why
my photos are so prized by collectors.
gained much of my experience when I was Headmaster of Easton Academy for Girls.
In many respects, certainly in outward appearance, Easton was a fortress of
academics, surrounded by deep forests and a high, stone wall, a half an hour's
automobile drive to the nearest village. The old buildings were ivy-covered,
the walkways shaded, the hallways quiet and serene. Our girls wore uniforms,
forest-green, pleated skirts that came to just below their rumps, gray knee
socks and brown Oxford shoes. Their blouses were white and they were allowed to
wear nothing underneath. They were permitted panties, but these were
regulation, very small and of snug cotton. To see these young pretties walking
about the campus in their uniforms, books in hand, one would never guess that
they could be subjected to the most severe punishments should they step out of
a girl entered Easton, she was no longer living in pampered luxury, no longer
showing off at shopping malls and bikini-beaches, no jet vacations, no
expensive sports cars. Easton Academy for Girls was an island of discipline in
the modern world of false luxury. We were strict with the spoiled little brats
who were sent to us, strict in the truest sense of the word.
of these girls were fooled by my mature years, my gray-white hair, my thick
spectacles. Their first impression of me was that I was a paternal figure, a
man of great years who would guide them gently. Yes, I sometimes guided with a
gentle hand, but I was also a strict and demanding taskmaster. And many a girl
learned this while she was stark naked and enduring a severe flogging.
was during my second year of administration that I began to feel as if I'd made
real headway with Easton's discipline program. Our girls knew, even before they
entered our gates, that they would be expected to toe the line, to respect
their elders and to expect harsh punishment should they fail to do so!
was still employed as Head Proctor and her disciplinary technique continued to
be excellent. She was a confirmed lesbian and Easton's girls feared such a
large, sturdy woman. She enjoyed her work and was quick to flog an unruly
posterior. Ever-eager to get her hands on feminine teen-flesh, the woman
constantly invented punishments that not only pained her victims but degraded
them as well, an important part of a young girl's discipline.
believe that if a girl is forced to writhe in naked shame before her superiors,
she learns the lessons of humility even as her flesh suffers its welts.
had an entire team of female proctors helping her to enforce this discipline.
I'd handpicked each one of these women. They were all at least middle-aged and
they believed in harsh discipline for young girls. They wore gray uniforms with
opaque stockings and sturdy, functional shoes, an odd contrast to the
teen-girls who were forced to cringe nude before them, the young baby dolls who
had no choice but to accept their floggings. Each proctor, including Thelle,
carried a short lash-strap hooked to one of her belt loops. They would use
these lash-straps at a moment's notice. If a student needed it, they would bare
her rump and flog it right then and there, and it didn't matter how many other
people might be present. The girl received her due, one way or the other!
our girls feared far more than mere schoolgirl thrashings. Our academy had a
reputation for turning out the most socially acceptable young ladies in the
land and the people who sent their daughters to us knew how we accomplished
that end. We punished our girls until they were able to hold their heads high
in any company and that's all their parents really wanted. Our girls feared
expulsion above all else. We used torture-punishment as a means to orderly
living and it produced the desired results, well behaved young ladies, ready to
take their place in polite society. The stone rooms below the old chapel
building echoed often with girlish screams.
joined me at this point in my career. He oversaw many of the activities in the
underground rooms, doling out punishments and keeping watch over girls being
held there. He would later become my trusted assistant and colleague when I
went into the field of Photo-Bondage. He, too, inspired fear in the rich little
brats behind Easton's walls. He was a huge man with tremendous strength, his
head shaved, one eye peering outward, one shoulder lower than the other. And he
was a natural at subjugating young girls.
our girls learned and they learned well. We stripped them to the bare and
shaved them, flogged their tender teen-flesh and tortured them to obedience.
Book I - Part I
morning, during the first term of that second year, I was returning to my
office after a brisk morning walk. I'd been over to the wide, grassy playing
fields, observing one of the Physical Culture classes in session. The girls had
been engaged in calisthenics and catch-and-toss games, a scene of youthful
frolic, all of them in tiny, white gymnasium costumes, though the weather was
quite chill, a bit of frost on the ground. Our Physical Culture instructress,
Miss Nina Faber, forced her girls to perform in almost no clothing. The
gymnasium costumes were mere tunics that barely covered the rump and the girls
were allowed to wear nothing beneath these costumes. They performed all
gymnasium routines in bare feet, indoors and out, in both warm weather and
cold, even in the snow. Additionally, Miss Faber forced each and every girl to
do a daily body-shave, including the pubic mound.
I'd walked by the playing fields that morning, I'd observed a Physical Culture
class in session, half-naked teens scampering about in the frosty grass, their
feet pinkish and chilled, tunics flipping up around bare rumps. Several of
these students were new to Easton and I began looking forward to beating their
rumps should they prove unruly, perhaps even inserting my penis into them as a
means of discipline.
as I reached the ivy-covered building where my office was located, Thelle
approached, reminding me that a new girl named Carissa was scheduled for
punishment that morning.
had my eye on this one. She was a delicate, sandy-haired beauty with
well-formed breasts and bottom. "Where is she now?" I asked.
and I have her down in the cellars and we've already stripped her bare and
locked her into the upright animal cage," she said. "She's a feisty
thing, put up quite a struggle."
won't be so feisty when the morning's out," I said as we set off toward
the old chapel and the stone rooms below.
across the campus walkways with Thelle, under the low-hanging trees with their
brilliant, autumn leaves, my pulse quickened at the thought of meting out
punishment and this feeling grew stronger when we entered the door at the back
of the chapel. This door opened to a long staircase of stone that led down into
a labyrinth of underground, torture chambers and there was a nude, teenage girl
down there, locked in a cage and awaiting her fate.
we entered the deep, gloomy chambers, I found that I was in just the right
frame of mind for administering a corrective treatment. That's when Thelle
reminded me that there was also a girl named Shari down there and she was
serving out a Three and Three. A Three and Three was a punishment where the
offending girl was taken to the cellars three mornings in succession, stripped
of her clothing, and suspended at the end of chain for three hours, only her
toes touching the floor.
I entered the main chamber, I could see Shari at one side of the room, dangling
by her wrists at the end of a chain. I
walked over to counsel her. Her wrists were fastened together in leather
beltings, the beltings secured to a heavy, iron hook at the end of the thick
girl was stretching her toes, trying desperately to find footing, to keep
balance, but that was impossible. Only the very tips of those toes could touch
the floor. Her hair was a light brown color and swinging free and her breasts
and bottom-globes were smallish and rounded. She looked at me through wide,
fearful eyes. After all, I was her headmaster, the man in charge of her life at
Easton and she a mere teenager, nude and helpless. These ancient chambers
inspired her fear as well. The walls and ornate columns were cracked and
fissured, the air dank. Hideous gargoyles festooned with spiders' webs stared
down at her, their tongues protruding as they silently laughed at her plight.
stepped up to the girl and ran a hand down her torso. She trembled beneath my
touch, but she couldn't escape me.
asked Thelle what day of punishment this girl was in.
is her second day," she said. "She's due for one more session
gave her body a wag. "I've done nothing wrong," she pleaded.
"Make her let me down from here, Mr. Raspett."
were inattentive in class," Thelle sneered at her. "You'll take your
girl had contradicted one of her superiors and she'd have to pay a price.
"This girl will learn to keep her opinions to herself," I said to
Thelle. "Put a nipple-clamp on her left breast."
widely, Thelle went to a wooden table and returned with an iron nipple-clamp.
are you doing to me?" the girl said timorously when Thelle began fastening
the torture device to the left nipple.
teaching you a much-needed lesson, girl," I said to her. "In the
future, you won't be so quick to question your corrective treatments."
fastened the clamp tightly. The nipple swelled within the iron, squeezing
itself outward and turning purple.
Please take it off!" Shari shrieked.
we were already walking away. We had other matters to attend to. A caged girl
was due for serious punishment.
reach the place where Carissa was being held, we had to walk through a narrow
tunnel. The tunnel opened out into a grotto-like room with ceilings supported
by arched columns, the arches being fixed and blended into the ceiling itself.
And in the center of this room stood the upright cage. This particular cage was
rounded, perhaps three feet across, but, for any girl unfortunate to be locked
into it, there wasn't quite enough room to stand up straight.
was in this cage, stark naked, her body bent at the shoulders. She gripped the
bars and stared at us through widening eyes as we approached. Boyle was nearby,
ready to assist in the punishment.
girl has been insubordinate to her Latin instructor twice," Thelle said
when we stopped in front of the cage. "On her first offense, we took her
out into the hallway and gave her bare rump a sound thrashing. But now she's
been at it again. She needs something far stronger than a mere beating."
wasn't insubordinate, Sir," Carissa said to me, her eyes beseeching me for
mercy. "My parents are paying for me to attend Easton for its academic
program, not for this."
parents are paying us to groom you into a proper young lady," I told her
sternly, "and they know full well the methods we employ to achieve that
end. You'll give me no more of your insolence or it will go all the harder on
considered the method of punishment as I drank in the sight of her bare body.
There were so many choices in these chambers, the torture wheel, the ladder,
the punishment platform, just to name a few. But I wanted something
all-inclusive for this pretty nympha. And then I looked to one side of this
room and saw the contraption that fitted my purposes perfectly.
her from the cage and oil her from head to toe," I said to Thelle and
Boyle. "This girl will ride the Abraser. And she will be leather-flogged
and roasted in the process."
Boyle unlocked the cage door and swung it open, the ancient hinges creaking in
the gloom, the two of them hauled Carissa out and began pulling her toward the
Abraser. The girl held back, bare feet skittering on cold stone, but they
simply dragged her by the wrists, taking her to the large and ominous machine
across the room.
her next to the Abraser, they began oiling her nude body, a process I often
employed with Easton students as it served several purposes. First off, I felt
it sometimes enhanced the pain of a leather flogging. Secondly, the victim had
to submit to the indignity of having her superiors grope her entire body,
including the most intimate areas of her anatomy. The pussy, inside and out,
was always thoroughly oiled.
they had done with the oiling, they cinched Carissa's hands out in front of her
with belt of leather, drawing it tight enough to make the girl wince.
then they hoisted her up onto the Abraser. She struggled, feet kicking, but it
was of no use. She would be punished.
Abraser was a long, wooden cylinder mounted between two posts on a well-greased
axle. It could be turned by a crank-handle at one of the posts. The slightest
touch would set it spinning. A suspension chain with an iron hook at its end
hung above it. But the most interesting and useful feature was the large piece
of leather sheathing that was fixed to the cylinder at just the place where the
victim sat. The sheathing was tightly wound and covered with dozens of hard,
leather spikes. When the cylinder was turned, the spikes would gnaw and chew at
the pubic flesh of the girl riding the Abraser.
Carissa was sitting on the cylinder, one leg on each side as if she were riding
a horse, they raised her hands above her head and padlocked the belt around her
wrists to the hook in the suspension chain. Her pubis was directly on the
spiked sheathing, her toes perhaps two feet from the floor, a picture of
youthful nudity and helplessness.
do those spikes make your slutty pussy feel?" Thelle smirked.
awful and you know it," the girl gasped. She was looking up at her hands,
astonished at what we'd done with her.
the cylinder a few turns," I said to Thelle. "This spoiled little
brat is going to learn that we don't tolerate insolence."
ablaze with pleasure, Thelle spun the crank-handle. The cylinder began
spinning, the spikes rotating and biting deep into Carissa's oiled pubic flesh,
the tips of the spikes grinding at her clitoris!
the girl shrieked, tugging at her fastenings and bouncing at the cylinder.
"What are you doing to me?"
explained to her that she was simply receiving punishment for her
inattentiveness in class. Boyle got a
low trough of coals going. They became well lit, reddening, soon to be ready to
use in a punishment roasting.
was now further readying the girl. She crossed Carissa's ankles and belted them
tightly together. The bare toes strained toward the floor, taut and pointed.
And, just as Thelle finished the belting, the girl began swinging her feet
frantically back and forth.
those feet to ready them for torture," I said to Thelle, "and give
her a body-flogging as well."
Thelle selected an instrument of flagellation from a rack on the wall, I heard
the far off sound of Shari moaning, the moans becoming quick shrieks. The clamp
was taking its toll on her nipple. She would be ready for my demands when I
returned to her.
a short whip of braided leather, Thelle beat Carissa's nude feet, turning the
soles crimson. And then she began body-flogging the girl, the shoulders and back,
the rear end, the breasts and thighs.
could no longer remain unmoved. She screamed. Her wrists and ankles fought
their bonds. Her pussy writhed at the cylinder. She was oiled and strained,
muscles knotted beneath tender skin, breasts heaving high, her glowing flesh a
sharp contrast to the heavy stone walls and dark shadows of these murky
coals were ready. The real punishment would now begin.
Thelle finished the flogging, Boyle slid the trough directly beneath Carissa's
punished feet. In shimmering waves, the heat rose, enveloping the girl's lower
body. Immediately, her skin broke out in a light coating of perspiration that
mixed in with the oil and ran over the flesh in tiny rivulets.
crank," I said to Thelle, "turn the crank. Punish her pussy!"
broadly now, Thelle turned the crank-handle slowly, the spikes grinding into
the pubic flesh as the coals blazed.
stood by my side and we watched this classic enactment of a young girl in
suffering. Carissa was screaming and struggling, but this was to no avail. We,
her superiors, her elders, had her where she belonged. We were in charge and
she was nothing more than a naked teenager riding the Abraser.
bottom was jouncing on the cylinder as the spikes tormented the most tender
part of her body. "Lively little rump on this one," Boyle chuckled as
we viewed the girl's antics.
agreed and asked if I might prevail on him to give said rump an anal punishment
fucking after the Abraser ride was finished with.
but let me calm it down a bit," he said as he picked up the braided whip.
was turning the crank-handle ever faster, increasing the speed at which the
spikes worked into both the inner and outer pubis of our captive. Now Boyle
added to the torture by snapping the whip at the rounded, unprotected rump.
girl was now in the throes of pure agony, flogged and roasted, bound and
helpless on the rotating cylinder, leather spikes tormenting her pussy.
then the spikes drove the girl's sex-fluids from her oiled crevice, her creams
leaking out onto the spikes even as she endured this many-faceted punishment.
And her expression told me that she was about to be propelled through forced
the crank still faster," I said. "Beat that insolent bottom. She's
orgasmed all over the Abraser her juices trickling through the very spikes that
tormented her pubis, her screams echoing through the dim chambers as Boyle
thrashed her hind end raw.
she cried out as she was overwhelmed by her orgasms.
sagged in the wrist bindings. We had tamed her, at least for the present. But I
was already looking forward to having her make yet another journey into these
rooms of stone, of fastening her up to another pain-machine.
released her from the bindings and lifted her down from the Abraser. But her
freedom was short-lived. Immediately, he hauled her to a thick, granite column
and stood her facing it, He then fixed her wrists into two chains with manacles
at their ends that hung down from the column. Again, she was helpless.
was time to attend to the saucy Miss Shari. As Thelle and I departed the grotto
where the Abraser stood, I looked backward to see that Boyle was removing his
gnarled cock from his trousers and aiming it at Carissa's rear end. He was
about to give her an anal punishment fucking, taking no thought for her
comfort, concentrating only on gratifying his lust. His member was swollen.
Carissa's suffering had aroused his desire.
as we entered the main chamber and approached the girl serving a Three and
Three, I could hear Carissa's screams.
Shari needed my attention now. Thelle stayed several feet behind while I spoke
closely to the dangling girl. Her clamped nipple was throbbing, dull purple in
color and she was biting her lip.
you like me to remove that nipple-clamp, girl?" I asked gently, placing a
hand paternally on her shoulder.
Sir," she gasped out. "Oh ... please take it off."
well, but you must do something for me in return," I said, still being
gentle with her.
looks and demeanor often put Easton's girls off their guard. Due to my age, my
hair was white and I wore thick spectacles and could be kindly in manner.
Mr. Raspett. I'll do anything!"
you will report to my private quarters at nine this evening, and you will spend
the entire night there," I told. "I will keep you in a bed and you
will be nude for sex until the morning."
Sir, I ... I couldn't," she stammered. "I mean ... I've never ... No
man has ever…"
your choice, but if you can't come to my quarters, you will have clamps on both
nipples tomorrow as you finish your Three and Three," I said brusquely as
I grabbed her shaven pubis. "And I'll have the proctors fix one here as
well. Your puss lips will be squeezed together for the entire three hours and
your rump will be beaten with a leather strap. Would you like that?"
Sir," she blurted out. "I'll be there. I'll come to your quarters.
Don't let them fasten more of these horrid things to me. Don't let them beat
a good girl," I said. "I'll be expecting you. You're going to enjoy
having a penis in you. You'll see."
charitable, I removed the nipple-clamp before I left and she thanked me
the time being, my work in the dungeons was done.