Slothlands Academy

The bus dropped me off outside some large, imposing wrought iron gates. I could still hear the driver saying 'Here you are miss - you'll have a spanking good time here, I'm sure!' and then laughing manically before driving off at high speed.

Timidly, I pushed open the gates, and shivered as they squealed on their rusty hinges. I walked down the long driveway, studying the great house as I neared it with some trepidation. There was no sign of life behind the high, dark windows.

I walked up the broad flight of steps to the front door. I hesitated for a moment, then raised the great door knocker. It fell back against the door with an echoing boom.

My throat dry, I waited...

I was wandering through the empty building listening to the girlish yelps in my mind. It was full of memories but no bodies.

I thought at that moment that I heard the gates squeal like a pupil in the stocks, but put it down to another memory emerging. I jumped a little when the knocker on the front door sounded out, booming through the corridors like minx when she'd learned that her Aunt's parcel of white chocolate had arrived.

I strolled to the entrance and unbolted the door. I opened it. There stood a vision in pink. The flustered-looking girl standing there bobbed from foot to foot looking uncomfortable. I was put in mind of a flamingo, except this one spoke:

"Hello Sir-I am moptop. I need to...to...go!"

"Hello" I replied, unoriginally, "But you've only just arrived! Why not stay for a cup of tea before returning to the lake?"

The flamingo image had permeated my brain by this point.

She looked at me. To my intense surprise, she grinned. "You have me wrong, Sir! I'm more of a fluffy kitten!"

I stepped back to let the flamingo/kitten hybrid into the hall.

Aunts parcel of white chocolate has arrived...........................

*runs down the corrider, slides down the banister and lands in an unceromonious heap at the feet of the new girl*

'ohhhhhh ummmmm hi I'm minxy* I say pulling at my skirt thinking that EdMaster must have had the seamstress take them up at least another couple of inches don't remember my bottom being this cold last year.

Then again, don't think I should say cold to EdMaster - he has very unique ways of warming it up!!

Now how can I ask a new girl to 'come with me' and not have her think it is an offer....................

In my best angellic voice "EdMaster would you like me to show moptop the ropes.....so to speak?"

Why oh why does everything I say have a double meaning - guess that will mean I will be spending time with the new Master this term - Master of Double Entendre - and here was me thinking she was a sub

*goes off arm in arm with moptop*

The door opened to reveal a beard. There was some person attached to it as well, but I didn't take very much notice of it. I did notice a certain glint in the eyes that should have been a warning, but... I was just bursting, and that was more important than anything!!

He seemed to have a fixation on birds and lakes, so I explained my immediate need and my feline nature, and rushed inside as he moved to let me past.

"Where are the cloakrooms, pleaaaaase?" I hopped up and down and noticed his eyes following the movement. He was grinning.

"Come right this way."

He started off down a long corridor. Took a turn to the left. Another long corridor. Right. Each corridor seemed longer than the last. Was I going to make it? My bladder was furious with me.

"Is it far Sir?" I iniquired anxiously, scurrying along behind him.

He turned another corner... another endless corridor... oh no!!!

Shaking my head and grinning quietly, I left the two girls to do whatever it is that girls do together in the toilets...

Finally he indicated the Cloakrooms. I was far too preoccupied initially to do more than wave frantically at the surprisingly short-skirted girl offering to help. I didn't have time to wonder about the surprisingly shiny gym uniforms hanging on the rows of pegs, either. My immediate need dealt with - aaaaah - bliss! sweet relief! - I had time to feel shy and came back out of the loo blushing.

Her name was minxy, it seemed. She giggled a lot when she said some things, but I couldn't work out why. Ed Master left us together.

Dear diary,

The new girl seems to have made quite a splash. Pity she couldn't have waited...

I see that we appear to have a couple of tentative enquiries for the places that require filling here this term, I can't wait for the official applications-they make for such good reading.

I really need to investigate the goings-on in the dorm at night. Suchaminx, moptop and someone else (Can't be cariad just yet?) seem to be making very odd noises indeed. And filling the wastepaper baskets with chocolate wrappers.

It looks like an interesting term already.

Dear diary,

I have just received a most interesting letter of application from a member of the aristocracy. What is of greatest importance is that her Daddy has A Swiss bank account!
I must thoroughly vet this " Lady Epiphany Bratt" as she makes several wild claims about her history. Fortunately, I have an old chum at St Agnes' School for Wayward Bints who will be able to tip me the nod. I must admit to being impressed with her collection of stuffed chavs-especially as they appear to be Burberry-stuffed. I am surprised that she has to ask about Desade being on the reading list...of course he is!

Reminder to self:

Fagging. Hmm...

Dear diary,

What with Foot and Mouth disease and all sorts of horrible things around (except Stoat who has been finally put away for that nasty incident with the Chief Constable's secretary) I have deemed it necessary that we have a medical professional on hand. I have a first-class chap starting with us-I'm sure that he will be peering into the girl's...health.

He seems frightfully keen to examine them all REALLY thoroughly-what an enthusiastic addition to the staff. He will fit on in well.

To The Head Master of Slothlands Academy,

My name is Dr. Selash Ersh. German Doctor of Health and Wellbeing. Apon hearing of you need for a Medical Professional, I have desided to offer My application.

I have My own complete labratory and office supplies.

I have a Medical Examination Table with a special custom designed safety restaint system to allow for complete examinations.

My scalpel and speculum collection is top knotch to best allow for the health of my female specimins..

My work is Top Grade and I know that I can ensure the health and well-being of all of your students at Slothlands.

Thank you.

Dr. Selash

*Smiling broadly*
I'm sure he will inspire the little darlings with confidence...
*Smile slipping a little...*

Medical Log: Slothlands Academy. Day One.

Today I move in. The office they have given me is very nice, but needs some personal touches.. i have to get my high watt halogen lights in over the Examination Table. But the storage for My tools is very ample.

I wonder when I will get to meet the little students.. I am so very eager to get to know them and check their health...


Log Complete:

Selash MD.

Dear diary,
The doctor seems to be right at home! I should start sending the girls to him...I wonder if any will return?

That reminds me! What startling news! Turns out one of the girls is related to me!! I have a niece-moptop. She is the product of a one-night stand (lie down, to be pedantic) between Mabel-Doris, my half-sister (Not sure what the other half is-or ever was) and Jean-Jacques-George a French seaman. A seaman with semen, as it turned out.

I hope she holds onto the family traditions...

Having established that moptop is related to me, I decided that she should be the one to have the first examination by "Slasher". If she is truly a Sloth then she will survive. I have my doubts about the good doctor's safety, however.

I dialled the dorm number on the internal phone. "Internal". I shuddered. That is one word I should not use around the doctor...

moptop answered. Clearly there was a fag hanging from her mouth. I hoped it would be a fag of the cigarette kind.

"You are required to have a health check from the doctor-kindly put on some clothing and report to him at 10."

She squawked at me. I supposed it was an agreement.

Well, there's a turn up for the books! It turns out that the Ed Master is my Uncle, too - well, sort of. I do vaguely remember my mum telling me about some half-brother once, when she'd had one too many gin and orange. Or possibly ten too many.

Uncle has told me to keep a journal - I don't know why he insists on calling it that, sounds like a normal old diary to me, but still. *shrugs* If it makes him happy. He also told me he hoped I'd hold the family traditions. Well, I've held a few things in my time, but I've never heard them referred to as traditions before.

Still - at least I know I will get special care from him, being a member of the family! It makes me feel very safe.

He has just told me I have to go and have a medical with Doctor Selash. It's just down the hall and first on the left, he said. How nice that he is so concerned for our health!

Well - I'd better be off, then.

I stood outside the door, rather breathless since I'd had to run - such long corridors! And it's not easy in these heels. I must say, it is an unusual uniform. Tight, too. Anyway - I was late. I usually am, it's a fault of mine.

I tapped on the door, but heard no answer. I hesitated a moment, then opened it. My word! what a sight greeted me! I'd expected just a sight chart and the odd stethoscope, but this looked like a hospital surgery. All those shiny instruments laid out carefully - I didn't recognise most of them but it was very reassuring to know the new Doctor was so well equipped. There was a bench in the centre of the room - what were those straps for? And those bits sticking up?

I stood uncertainly, waiting for the Doctor to appear.

Dear Journal, My first exam.

I as busily finishing some paper work,and this little moppy tart of a girl opens the door to My office... How rude children are today.. Anyway, I stalked to the door and introduced myself. She didnt seem afraid or even concerned about the examination... Taking this as a good sign I dove in. I ushered her over to the table and had her strip to nothing then straped her down tightly... as to ensure her safety.. cant have wiggling patience... And had to use a speculum to ensure her vaginal health, I may have stretched her alittle too much.. because she started screaming.. but I wouldnt let that deter me. Next her nipple sensitivity and durability... I attaches some clips to her nipples and ran some surgical thread through the clips and over a pulley hung from the ceiling and pulled on her nipples until they where tight and stretches out... Then I uses a set of needles with electrodes attached to shock her stretched breasts and based on the resistance leveles I recieved I was able to determine her breasts are firm and healthy, I'm sure the Head Master will love to hear that... Her Vagina is tight and strong... and lastly I had to ensure her nervious system was up to par... releasing her breasts I removed the electrodes and clips and moved to her clitorus... By this time it was bulgding and very firm, a good sign. But just to make sure everything was working, I used and electrostimulation wand... A small insulated wand that when a button was depressed would send out a high voltage shock... after placing that on her clit and pressing the button... She became rather......... Livly.... and I marked that as a grand sign... After the wand went away she calmed down and I loosened her straps and moved her to the recovery room I had build... After she had recovered enough to walk she quickly got dressed and I was surprized at how soon she left...Must have had an important class... Oh well I will send the Test results to the Head Master and begins cleaning for the next student.

I think I am really going to like it here, Journal. I can do my research and practice my trade.

Journal Ends.

Well, I know I have been late for things before, but I am not normally weeks late. Somehow I don’t think Ed Master will have over looked this.

However, I think I have just may have found a way of distracting his thoughts. I remember the way he could not keep his eyes of that estate agent’s cleavage; keep them off, at one point he looked as if he was in danger of descending into it. So I have put already well endowered chest into silk push up bra – I would never break a school rule and not wear one. The gentle roughness of the silk is causing my nipples to stand up so hard that there is no way he is going to be able to miss them. I think that should do the trick. However, just to make sure, I have swapped my normal uniform skirt and panties for latex ones. They are straight out of one of those well thumbed catalogues on his desk, and I am getting awfully hot under them, but being more than two weeks late for the start of term demands drastic measures.

I had, of course, noticed cariad's absence. I also noted the decrease in the pile of catalogues on my desk but failed to recognise the significance of the two factors until seeing her creeping ahead of me down one of the corridors.

She looked most distinctly uncomfortable and hot in her non-uniform uniform and I grinned to myself as she paused to hike up the short latex skirt and run her hands around under the tightly-clinging knickers in an effort to peel them away from her skin.

I coughed loudly. She jumped at least a foot in the air and span around, mouth gaping. I could not help but notice her ample breasts displayed by a most indecent bra of red silk. Her nipples danced their own little tango.

"What in the name of Hades are you doing, girl?" I thundered.

cariad looked at me. Clearly she wasn't really afraid. Her eyes locked with mine.

"oh Sir, I'm so sorry I'm so late back. I've had a lot of things that I really really had to do. Am I in trouble?" She tilted her head and peered at me and not only with her eyes.

"Follow me!" I snapped as I turned toward my study. I heard her heels clicking behind me. I grinned in delight.

Hmmmm, the tone of that ‘follow me’ makes me think my ploy did not work.

I thought about trying to splutter out an elaboration to my excuse, but not only could I not think up anything which might not make my predicament work, but it was all I could do to keep up with the striding Ed Master. I wasn’t quite running but was certainly lacking the pose which Slothlands girls always displayed in the school prospectus.

Turning too quickly as I hurried into his study I heard myself scream as I tripped over my own feet and slid on the polished floor, ending up semi prostrate before his desk.

"Gods!"

I turned at the sound of cariad tumbling into a most undignified heap on the floor. She looked frankly ridiculous, yet appealing in her helplessness.

"Stand" I peered over my specs at her. She scrambled to her feet and stood nearly to attention. She wrung her hands in front of her in her anguish, she so wished to have made a better impression.

"So! What am I to do with you?" I held up a hand as she attempted to answer.

"I rather think that some form of...unusual punishment is in order" I lifted my hand again to stop her interrupting.

I had a rather good plan in the back of my mind and I could tell from her silent "Oh" That she knew it would be a good one.

I turned to my cupboard and sighed as I saw my favourite tipple. Old Jack would have to stay put for a while longer. I bent to the lower shelves and rummaged for a few seconds. I grabbed a box and straightened up. Turning to cariad I said: "You will wear these for three days. I will naturally be checking up on you"

I handed her the box. She seemed doubtful but then peered inside. She picked up one of the six pink bra and pants sets and examined them until it dawned on her that they all had strategically-placed spring-loaded feathers on the inside. They would keep her busy, I thought.

"After three days-you will report back to me here. I will finish this off with something more familiar to you" I grinned. She didn't...

As I looked with horror at the bra and pants I remembered one of the catalogues on his desk ‘pinks and fluffies’. Even those not randomly placed feathers were pink. I was mortified. The shame and humiliation, not to mention the tickling.

I could feel myself squirming uncomfortably in my latex pants, suddenly extra aware of the places where some of those feathers were going to moving against. I looked up at Ed Master, hoping my eyes pleaded for mercy, but that grin told me there was no hope.

He was already enjoying my predicament and I knew he intended to enjoy it some more.

Fidgeting a little more I asked if I might take my leave to get changed, although I already knew what his answer would be, and made my way to behind the screen in one corner of his study.

In the huge overmantle mirror I could see him easing himself back into his desk chair, and relaxing with Jack as I struggled to remove the latex which I had hoped would distract him. Actually I think my struggles did distract him from Jack for a little while.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Those feathers. The devious springs kept them from pressing against me they just tickled. I could feel them as I put the wickedly tormenting items on. Was already squirming by the time I had finished. Each movement of my body caused at least one to brush against somewhere which was already standing to attention.

Putting the outer layer of my uniform on I did not know if I was in agony or heaven. And walked back over to his desk I found a particular sway of my hips so delightfully distracting that I continued to let them roll slightly as I stood for inspection.

Ah! Life can be sweet! I sat savouring my JD and the thought of cariad struggling for three days with those ridiculous underthings...

She finally got out of the latex pants-with much stretchy-sucky sounds and into the set I had given her. She came around and stood in front of me. I steepled my hands and looked at her intently.

"Young lady" I said, thinking one out of two aint bad, "It is now time for you to get your medical from our new doctor."

She looked dubiously at me. I waved my hand in a "shooing" motion.

"Run along now..."

"Umm, yes Sir!" She turned and shimmied out the door. The actions of certain parts of her anatomy enough to make angels weep...

I got out of Ed Master's office and pushed myself against the corridor wall keeping very still.

Oh bother, when I did not move I missed those feathers' touches. They really are rather nice, but ohhhh soo tormenting too.

Hearing Ed Master's chair scrape over the floor, I ran off towards Dr Selash's office.

Today I heard this moaning and panting outside My door. I opened the door to reveil a beautiful young lass, that looked to be in some distress. I ushered her in an observed her movements and her extremely reveiling bra and pantie combo, and understood that Master Ed had been punishing agian... I wonder... should I punish this one and still get My test results?

I looked at Dr Selash examining me with his eyes. Then I looked around the room which he had just re-equipped. Ed Master had been muttering about how much had been spent on medical equipment and could see that nothing had been skimped on. I sighed softly to myself, even the leather on the examination table looked padded and inviting.

Thinking about that, I squirmed a little and all the feathers cut in again. OHHHHHH! That meanie Ed Master. How was a girl supposed to focus with that sort of torment.

Moaning under my breath and wishing that those feathers would do just a little more than just tease, I crossed the room over to Dr Selash and fluttered my eyelids at him. “I have been sent for my examination”.

Dear diary:
Many things have happened since I last wrote anything here. I really do not know if Slothlands has a future now...the attendance is way down as many girls have "been obliged" to leave. Some for good reasons, some not so good.

I suppose I should start looking for some new pupils. In order for that to work I firstly need some staff... Damn!

I wonder if I should retire..?

Retirement seems hardly an option as there are many "young things" such as I who need a bit of the education provided at Slothlands.

May this girl please apply?

Uncle Ed I would love to be on your staff if you would let me that is

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Originally Posted by Uncle_Ed.

Dear diary:
Many things have happened since I last wrote anything here. I really do not know if Slothlands has a future now...the attendance is way down as many girls have "been obliged" to leave. Some for good reasons, some not so good.

I suppose I should start looking for some new pupils. In order for that to work I firstly need some staff... Damn!

I wonder if I should retire..?

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nooooooooo......I have been patiently waiting with my cello to join the academy, and everyone had left for a break?
I had my forms all filled out and was ready to go to school and learn.
Just when I was going to break down the gates, I saw someone return, and yet I am still waiting.
I will wait some more. but you can't retire the academy needs you.

Well. I have decided upon retirement.

I'm certain that out there somewhere there will be an able successor who will be willing to take over the reins.

Job satisfaction guaranteed!

So-it's now up to you good librarians-who will step up and take on the mantle?

In Friendship,

Ed.