St Mary’s Borstal For Young Females
“What do you think you are doing?” The voice that
carried across the courtyard was female. It came from an upper window that was
only open ajar on this particular cold November day and it was directed at the
two teenagers who were huddled together at the far end of the courtyard. “My
office – NOW!” The voice of authority carried clearly over the crisp, still
The two young girls, seniors at the young offenders
institute, were barely eighteen and now eligible for adult prison life. They
looked up at the office and scowled, the thin trail of smoke spiralling visibly
in the cold air from the end of the cigarette they had been sharing.
“I said NOW!” The voice repeated. The figure at the
window was that of Martha Higgins, the Head of the institution.
“Shit!” Said Rose Keppler. “We’ve been rumbled.”
“Yeah, and we’ll be for it if old Higgins is in a
“Yeah, second fag cop this term for her. Never did
hear what happened to Helen, poor girl, but when she left here she was in a
right state, according to the kids that saw her.”
“Yeah, come on we’d better get up there.”
The girls stood up, their sullen faces clearly
visible to the figure of Martha Higgins who was still watching them. It took
them three minutes to reach the solid oak door of her office.
“Come in,” Higgins said sternly.
The girls entered and started to close the door.
“Leave it and come into the middle of my office,”
Higgins stopped them short and both girls took the five paces into the room so
they stood before Higgins` big oak desk. “Well, what have you got to say for
yourself?” She asked, looking at one of the girls, her voice almost a viper’s
hiss with anger.
“Sorry?” Rose said slowly, but she framed it as a
question not a statement of contrition.
“Sorry! My girl, you will be sorry in a minute, you
can be sure of that. First, who are you?”
“Rose Keppler, Miss?”
“Grace Cole,” said the second girl who was trembling
as much from the cold outside as the fear of what was about to happen.
“Well, Miss Cole and Miss Keppler, you both know
that smoking is not allowed in this institution and you know the punishment for
breaking the rules.”
“Yes Miss,” they replied almost in unison.
“Then you will be punished according to our
procedures.” Higgins sat at her desk and flicked through some pages of a
register. “I see from the punishment log that you have both been caught smoking
before. Did the message not get through last time?”
“Yes Miss,” said Rose very quickly.
“Evidently, Miss Keppler, it did not, so you are
also a liar. I note you are both eighteen and could now be sent to a proper
prison to complete your sentences. I think, after punishment, I will make the
“No, please Miss, don’t do that,” blurted Grace
“Why not? You are a horrendous influence on the
younger offenders in our care and I would prefer you are removed from here as
soon as possible.”
“Please don’t do it, Miss.” Rose added her own plea.
“I will think about it. Now, young ladies you will
prepare for punishment. You both know the routine.”
With a look of horror and real fear the two girls
looked at each other.
“You first,” said Grace.
Rose turned away from Grace and lifted her skirt at
the back. Grace helped her lift the bottom of the skirt above her waist and
then pinned it high up on her jumper, ensuring the skirt no longer covered the
girl’s bottom. When it was pinned in place they reversed roles so in a minute
both girls had their skirts pinned out of protection’s reach.
“Knickers down,” said Higgins and watched with
interest as both girls lowered their underwear. “Right down and off,” she added
and waited for the knickers to be kicked off their feet. “Raise the fronts of
your skirts,” she said and watched as the blue uniforms were raised, exposing
the teenagers’ pussies. Ostensibly for hygiene reasons, the institution ruled
that all inmates were to be shaven between their legs once a week at minimum.
It was an offence to have any hair other than a week of stubble there; an
offence punishable by caning. In fact, as the inmates were well aware, any
infringement of the rules was almost always punishable by a sound and severe
“Miss Cole, I see you have let your pubic hair grow
beyond what is acceptable to this institution and thus your punishment will be
“Yes, Miss,” said Grace in a faltering voice.
“I will start with Miss Keppler. Miss Cole, put your
hands on your head and go and stand in front of my fire facing into the room.
Right in front of it.”
Grace went and stood in front of the fire, looking
out so she could see the punishment of her friend as it was delivered. She felt
the heat of the fire on her ass cheeks and knew it was nothing compared to the
burning sensations she would soon be feeling. She shuffled away from the heat
of the fire by a small step but it did not go unnoticed by Higgins and she was ordered
to step back again. She could feel the heat and silently hoped she would not
have to stand there for too long, or she was sure her back side would start to
Already, Higgins had the saw horse out in the middle
of the room. This evil device was designed to hold the victim in place while
the buttocks could be severely punished.
“Over the horse,” she said with a strict voice.
Rose walked to the horse and bent over it so her
stomach rested on the thin cushion at the top. When she was bent over it she
opened her legs wide so they lined up with the legs of the horse. In a moment,
Higgins had cuffed her legs in position and then did the same with her arms
down the legs of the horse on the other side. Finally, Higgins secured a length
of rope round Rose’s waist, securing her to the horse so she could not move.
Rose was bent over the device, her legs wide apart,
her buttocks in the perfect position for punishment and her sex on display, her
nubile labia pouting out between her upper thighs.
“Your punishment today for smoking is thirty strokes
of the paddle,” Higgins pronounced. Grace had a perfect view of Rose’s full,
pale coloured bottom and could even see her labia pouting out from the gap
between her legs.
The paddle was a piece of hard leather about fourteen
inches long with a handle at one end. Higgins laid the leather against Rose’s
backside and pulled it back for the first stroke.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” said Rose. “I really am.” Rose
was already sobbing with the anticipation of the pain to come.
“You will be, my girl, but not half as sorry as what
I have planned for you and your miscreant friend after this session.”
With that, Higgins delivered the first buttock-numbing
stroke. The sound of the SPLAT! could be heard in the nearby rooms and a female
warden who happened to be walking across the courtyard looked up with initial
“YEEEOOWW!” Rose howled as the full force of the
paddle instantly turned her pale buttocks to a very bright shade of pink, the
shape of the paddle clearly imprinted across the middle of both cheeks.
“Oh, come girl, it’s not that bad,” said Higgins,
relishing the punishment she was delivering. Higgins had a reputation in the
institute amongst the inmates. She was hard as nails with the offenders and
rumour had it she got off by paddling and caning those who (sometimes) deserved
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! The paddle landed again and
again across Rose’s buttocks, adding new burning heat to the delivery zone with
each stroke. Rose continued to howl. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Rose felt as if her
bottom was on fire.
How many strokes had it been? How many to go? Rose had lost track of how her punishment was
progressing. She tried to struggle free from the horse but to no avail. Her
wrists were tied securely in position, her ankles would not budge and the rope
around her waist meant she could not move though her whole body was screaming
out for her to do something to lessen the intense pain in her bottom.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! The paddle rained down in rapid
fire, not even allowing the intense sensations from one stroke to start to ebb
before the pain from the next was added to it.
By the twentieth stroke Rose was no longer yelling.
She could no longer summon up the breath and energy to shout, though she gasped
not quite silently as each fresh stroke was delivered.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Rose wished this awful
battering was over. She felt like her buttocks were about to be ripped open,
such was the pain in them from this severe beating. Then, the paddle stopped.
“That is thirty strokes.” Higgins said in a firm
voice. “It is nothing compared to what your future holds for you.” Higgins
waited until Rose had regained some composure and was breathing a little better
before she reached down and touched Rose’s fiery buttocks, making Rose howl
once again with the agony. “Quite a mess,” said Higgins, “and very hot to the
touch. Has the message got through to you?”
“Y...y...yes, M...m...miss,” Rose stuttered between
Higgins had her hand between Rose’s legs, rubbing
her inner thighs, and feeling the coolness of the un-battered flesh compared to
the raw heat in the area that had received the strokes.
“You have a good, firm body,” said Higgins, slightly
breathlessly. “What I have planned for you two will do you good,” she said as
she started to release Rose from her bonds.
Rose tried to straighten up but the pain in her
bottom was too much and she fell to the floor.
“Up girl and take Miss Cole’s place by the fire.”
Higgins put her arms under Rose’s armpits and hauled the screaming girl to her
feet. After a few seconds, Rose managed to hobble over to the fireplace and
stood there, her burning buttocks not even feeling the heat from the fire as
she stood there with her hands on her head, tears streaming down her face.
“Miss Cole, your turn over the horse. Come over
here, quickly girl, and assume the position.”
Grace took the same stance that Rose had taken and
in a minute was cuffed and roped in place so she could not evade the inevitable
paddling. Her bottom was already burning hot from the roaring fire, but Grace
knew the heat that was already uncomfortable would be as nothing compared to
what her bottom would feel like in just a few minutes time.
“As with Miss Keppler you will receive thirty
strokes for smoking. You will then have your labia and inner thighs flogged for
not keeping your pubic hair in check.”
“Please No! Please NO!” Grace pleaded in vain.
Higgins was angry but though the girls didn’t know it yet, she was not just angry
with the girls before her. She had not been fulfilling her quota of respondents
to `The Learning Commune` as it was called, and now her ass was on the line. It
was a condition of appointment at the various “supply depots” as the owners of `The
Learning Commune` called them, that a regular supply of people would be provided
to `The Learning Commune`, to benefit those people from what it had to offer.
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! She started delivering the same
punishment to Grace’s bottom that she had given to Rose a few minutes earlier.
Grace howled and tears fell down her face from the first stroke. By the tenth
stroke she stopped struggling with the bonds that secured her to the horse. Her
bottom was so on fire from the vicious beating it was being given, that the
struggle seemed futile. From the tenth stroke, and with her whole bottom on
fire, she just lay where she was and started to silently pray for the end of
this ghastly punishment.
Ten strokes later Grace felt as though her bottom
was going to explode with the fiery pain that now filled her entire world. She
sobbed and howled aloud as each fresh swat of the paddle landed, never far from
the landing site of the last swat, adding more bruising and a deeper colour red
to the flesh that had already been so severely punished.
Before the final stroke had been delivered, Grace
had stopped howling, no longer able to suck enough fresh air into her heaving
lungs to make much sound come out.
“That is thirty strokes of the paddle. You can rest
for one minute and then we will deal with the pubic hair infringement.” Higgins
was wasting no sympathy on these miscreants. She had a plan and she was
determined to see it through, and whether these two girls liked her plan, or
not, she didn’t really care.
After the minute was up, she knelt behind Grace and
touched her labia. They were soft and firm. She parted the lips with one hand
while fitting in place the opener with the other. The opener was a device
designed to clip onto both labia, forcing them apart, exposing the raw, pink
sex flesh beneath. Satisfied the labia were wide open and the opener would not
hinder the action of the flogger, Higgins stood up.
“Now, this WILL hurt,” she said, picking up the
flogger which had a dozen or more thin strips of leather protruding from the
Grace never felt the cool rush of air that flew past
her vagina a moment before the leather straps cut into her exposed sex flesh.
If she had howled loudly during her paddling, the sound that now came from her
lungs was a hundred times louder and a sound that seemed to come from deep
SWISH! The second stroke landed almost before Grace
had reacted to the first and certainly before the full stinging sensation of
the first impact had travelled up her sex to her brain.
“You will both learn not to misbehave,” said Higgins
as Grace almost drowned out her voice when the third stroke bit into her labia
and inner thighs.
Stroke number four cut into the hapless young girl’s
clitoris and the pain from that stroke was multiplied when the fifth stroke
landed on the same very tender spot. The next three strokes landed mainly on
either side of her sex, leaving her inner thighs red and marked with the
results of the ferocious onslaught.
The eighth stroke landed back almost dead centre of
her parted labia, adding intense burning to that part of her virginal and very
Stroke nine cut back into the front of her sex,
almost whipping her pubic bone and then Higgins aimed one final shot straight
down the middle, so the straps cut one last time into her inner flesh.
“You’re bleeding down there,” said Higgins as she
inspected the punishment. “Not a lot but enough for you to need to do something
about it before you get infected.”
Grace hardly noticed what Higgins was saying, so
great was the pain in her bottom and between her legs. When she had been untied
from the horse, Grace tried to stand up but the strength in her legs had gone
and she slumped onto the floor, hitting the bare floorboards with her naked,
welted bottom. This caused the exhausted young woman to cry out again.
“Right, that is the beginning of your punishment.”
Higgins` face was flushed with the punishment she had just delivered and with
the pleasure her announcement was about to bring her. “I have decided that you
two need a lesson you will never forget.”
“But, Miss Higgins, I will always remember this
punishment and I promise not to misbehave again. I’ve only got three months to
go. Please?” Rose tried with her best pleading voice, but Higgins was not
“I have decided you will both go to The Learning
Commune where you will be properly disciplined and turned into useful human
beings.” The statement was spoken with an air of finality and Rose looked with
utter horror at her friend who managed to look up from the floor and with her
tearful face she looked back with a similar expression. Right now she desired
some TLC, but not the kind the dreaded Commune was reputed to impart.
“But we were only caught smoking!” Rose objected.
“If you object again then I will happily put you
back over the horse and cane you until you bleed all over the floor. To the
Commune you will go and that is my final decision. Now, both of you, get ready
for your journey. The clothes you are to wear will be brought to your dormitory
at tea time and you will make sure you are wearing them, and only them, by eight
o’clock this evening when you will report back here for your journey. Until
then you will not wear any underclothes and your skirts will remain pinned up
so all our wonderful bunch of inmates can stare in awe at your battered
backsides. If I catch either of you administering any lotion or water or
anything to the punished area you will be back in this office for a repeat dose
of discipline. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Miss Higgins,” Rose replied.
“Y... y... yes, Miss H...h... iggins,” Grace sobbed
from her position on the floor.
“Good, then get out of here and get on with your
normal daily routine. There is no need to alter that until lights out at eight
o’clock this evening, when you will report back here in the clothes you will be
given for your journey.”
Rose helped Grace off the floor and together they
left the office, hobbling with the pain in their bottoms and Grace, walking
with her legs apart because of the indescribable pain in her sex. She noticed
that Miss Higgins had left the labia spreader in place and Grace dared not
The day passed interminably slowly for Rose and
Grace. Their exposed and badly beaten bottoms caused a number of comments from
their fellow inmates, and not a few smirks from those they had never got on
with. They both ate lunch and their evening meal standing up and on return to
their dormitory, they found the clothes they were to change into before
returning to Miss Higgins’ office.
At eight o’clock both girls reported back to Miss
Higgins` office wearing their new attire. This consisted of a simple, rough
weave loose fitting smock with a very short skirt section that barely covered
half their bottoms. They had simple shoes for their feet and nothing else.
“Good, I see you are dressed and ready to go. The
carriage will be here shortly. Grace, you may take out the labia spreader now –
I may need that for the next miscreant. Now listen and listen closely. You will
have a driver and two armed escorts. It is a long journey to The Learning
Commune and you will stop overnight at an Inn, so the horses can rest. You will
obey your escort at all times and do everything they tell you or you will be
This news stunned both girls. They had never in
their darkest nightmares imagined they would be shot for being disobedient. The
gravity in Higgins’ voice indicated what she wanted it to indicate – and the
sincerity in her voice was designed to make the girls too scared not to do as
they were told.
The horse-driven carriage pulled up outside the
borstal and the big front doors that closed off the forecourt were opened,
allowing both Rose and Grace their first glimpse of the countryside for several
months. In the darkness of the cold night there was something even more
chilling about the carriage that awaited them. From within the carriage the
door was opened and a tall, well-built man stepped out onto the driveway
leading to the gates. His companion alighted a moment later.
“These the girls?” The first man asked needlessly.
Both Grace and Rose were shivering from the cold night air and with fear for
“They are,” said Higgins. “All I need is your
signature that you collected them and then they are your responsibility.”
The man reached forward and signed the proffered
“Right, you two, get on board. We have a two-hour
ride tonight and then we’ll complete the journey tomorrow morning. We have an
Inn where we will rest the horses and catch a few hours sleep. Hurry up now.”
Rose and Grace walked to the door of the carriage.
Rose looked behind her but Higgins had already gone and the big solid doors
were closing behind her.
With a gulp as she swallowed hard to fight back her
fear she stepped up into the carriage. The carriage was a large one, probably
accounting for the two horses that were needed to pull it. Inside there were a
couple of lanterns, gas-lit affairs that gave off a little warmth and a dull
Grace followed Rose into the carriage and they sat
together facing backwards. The two men climbed on board and in a moment the
carriage had started its journey.
“Right, here are your instructions. You’ve already
been told that if you don’t obey us you will be shot. You are now the property
of The Learning Commune and your training starts right now. I want both of you
totally naked in under a minute. Last one to strip gets the first task.”
“You what?” Asked Grace, wishing a moment later that
she had not spoken when the smaller man sitting opposite her simply reached
forward and cuffed her across her right cheek.
“Insolence gets a hit, any attempt to escape gets a
bullet and disobedience gets a whipping. Now get undressed.”
Rose was already obeying. After all, their scanty
attire would provide little warmth for them and she, at any rate, did not want
to wind up dead before she’d at least found out a bit about the dreaded
“One thing you girls are going to learn damn quickly
is that at the Commune the Masters give the instructions and the inmates, or
should I say females, do what they are told. So, if I want to butt fuck you,
you will soon learn to bend over and take what is coming. The quicker you girls
learn this, the better.” The taller man spoke evenly and with a deep voice.
Rose had her top off and was struggling with the
skirt, while Grace was quickly catching her up. It took the two girls less than
two minutes to undress and they sat back on their seats wondering what would
“Okay,” said the tall man. “Who’s Grace?”
“I am,” she replied.
“Well, you were last to finish so you get the first
task. Kneel on the floor and unzip my trouser buttons. I take it that a slut
like you knows how to give head.”