Lyceum Alpinum [MC, cg, l]

[lucy]

... will arrive at your school on November, 21th.
We want to express our utmost gratitude to you for taking care of our daughter.


Best regards

Mr & Mrs Fenner“

With a sigh I fold the letter, put it down on the desk and lean back in my chair. Another girl arriving soon, one in a steady stream of girls who come to this school. A few are sent here by their parents because they think their daughters aren't good for anything but being married, some because they brought disgrace on their families by having an unwanted child. Most, however, are runaways sent here by the authorities.
It doesn't really matter where they come from or why they are being sent here, tho. In this institution, they're all the same: Girls who learn how to run a household and be a good wife to a husband or servant to their employer. And of course they learn the most important things a young girl needs to learn: Discipline and obediance.

Once they leave, they are perfect housewives or housemaids. The difference between those two is meaningless. Neither of the two get to choose who will be running their lives. And the job description is the same for both too: To keep the house in order and their husband/employer happy.
Sure, some of the girls being sent here by their rich parents look down on the poor souls from lower classes. Not for long, though. They are all treated the same here, and eventually all learn that they are not only treated the same, they indeed are the same.

I get up and look out of the window, savouring the beautiful view in the fading light. The mountains with the first snow, the dark forests and brown meadows, the potholed gravel road and finally the village far below in the valley. Sometimes, after a particularly heavy snowfall, we're cutoff for a whole week or more.
Besides myself there are only two other teachers here: Miss Willi, a local who runs the kitchen and teaches cooking and waiting at table. Mrs Blanc, a widow well in her fifties, teaches all the other chores: Ironing, washing, cleaning, you name it. And finally there is Peter, the janitor. Not much personnel to look after 24 pupils.

I hear the bell announcing dinner. Straightening my skirt and grabbing the cane I head down to the dining room. They all stand behind their chairs in their blouses and pleated skirts, waiting for me to inspect them. Neatly lined up in a straight line, backs straight, hands resting on the backs of their chairs, silent. Perfect.
„Hands!“ The girl I'm talking to immediately shows me her hands. I scrutinize them but she did a good job, no speck of dirt under her nails, nothing. „Good.“ She exhales, glad she's passed today.
On the next girl's blouse I spot a tiny speck of dust. „Lint! Three strokes.“ „Yes, Ma'am, i am very sorry.“ Good, at least she doesn't beg to be spared the punishment. If they fail, they should accept their punishment and learn from it, not start begging and pleading. She leans forward, bending at the waist, and pulls up her skirt. I pull down her white cotton panties and caress her firm buttocks. Then I step back and lash her three times fiercely across both buttcheeks. She clenches her teeth and sharply draws in air while tears well up in her eyes.
I raise my voice to speak to them all: „If you neglect yourself, you will neglect everything else too. Therefore negligence is not and will never be tolerated in this house.“
Nobody moves. They all have heard that a thousand times already, because it's one of the most important lessons they need to learn.
„Now enjoy your meal. Bon appetit.“ They all wait until I'm seated at the head of the table. I watch the girl I just caned sitting down carefully. Good, that will remind her for some time.

[MissConfused]

“Boarding School! You’ve got to be kidding me RIGHT?”
“No Michelle” dad says. “This is a proper school who will teach you how a young lady should behave.”
“OH Great! you’re sending me off to become a Stepford wife huh?”
“Michelle your school has expelled you. What do you want us to do? This is the only school we can find who is willing to accept a ‘special girl’ such as you.”

I notice Adam our chauffer is loading my luggage into the limousine, they really mean it this time. I am going to be sent to a boarding school.
I start to cry and hug my dad. I know I can always get him to see things my way once I start crying. He always has spoiled me, but he doesn’t hug me back. “Daddy” I cry are you really going to send me away?
“Yes”

“I am eighteen, I can go off on my own if I wish.”
“Yes you can” daddy replies. But you will be entirely on your own. “I will not give you a single penny.”
“No fair” I think to myself. Daddy has spoiled me to be the perfect rich bitch. I don’t know how to work a job nor would I ever want to. He has always given me everything I wanted and now he says he won’t give me anything?
“Okay, I guess I am going to some yokel boarding school to learn how to be a ‘proper lady’”

“Just to be sure Adam is going to drive you to the school and see that you arrive safely” daddy says. What he really means is he wants to be sure I don’t escape and go run off with some friends.

I slide into the backseat and settle in for a long drive. I look at the back of Adam’s and think if only he were thirty years younger I would fuck him until his cock fell off and then he would release me.

Lord knows how many men, and women, I have fucked thus far in life.
I can’t help myself. I enjoy it and I am good at it…

[collared_kitten75]

I relax in the comfort of my own bed, king size, Egyptian cotton sheets; it beats the hell out of the prison bunk I had slept in over the weekend.

I am too well-rested to go to sleep, and in too much trouble to sneak out, so instead I ponder what my life has come to so far. Cantrelle Farthing. Almost 30 years old, in and out of various colleges, boarding schools too, for that matter, each one not quite as prestigious as the one before. Certainly no degree to show for it, just a stinking high school diploma and a lot of art history classes. An arrest record, updated just this past weekend, for a variety of minor drug crimes, shoplifting, and theft by deception.

Some would say that I have a crappy life, but I disagree. I still get invited to the best parties. Actually, I throw most of them myself: Super Bowl, St. Paddy's Day, my birthday, Halloween, Christmas, New Years, too many more to name. People love me.

But this time I might have gone too far. Daddy is talking about cutting me off. He's talked about it before to be sure, but this time, he just seems, well, more serious.

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud crashing noise, and in a flash, there are people in my room, men, maybe, but a lot of them seem smaller, women, but they're in dark blue uniforms like a swat team or some shit. In a second they are upon me, holding me down.

With almost no trouble they flip me over onto my stomach, and cuff my wrists behind my back. My ankles are shackeld in a similar fashion, then a chain is dragged around my waist. Finally a ball, some sort of gag is shoved into my mouth and starpped around my head, catching my long blonde curls, pulling on them.

As the uniformed women march me out of my home, barefoot, clad in my pajamas, and shackled like some sort of real criminal, I catch site of my family. Daddy refuses to look at me. Mother is weeping softly. Danielle, my teenage sister, just smiles and waves at me. Holy shit, they did this to me.

The uniformed women shove me unceremoniously into the back of a van, then one of them gets in behind me. I look at her pleadingly, and she responds by pulling a heavy hood down over my head. Oh shit, I'm in trouble.

I don't know how much time passes, but the van eventually draws to a stop. "Well bitch," one of the unifromed women says, "we're here."

I am dropped unceremoniosuly out of the van. It's cold, and the garvel below me bites at my knees, and as I stand, my bare feet.

'Yeah, but where is here,' I think to myself.

[lucy]

"Here is where you learn to behave. Here is where you realize that life is no party but hard work, sweat and tears. There are several ways to learn that. Painful ones, easy ones. But learn it you will." I look at her. A cute blonde with a nice frame. And a brat if I ever have seen one. And I've seen many.
I step out of the shade. "I am Ma'am. That's Ma'am to you, with a capital "M"."
She just glares at me, ready to run. "Peter, I think this one needs the special treatment. Bring her to the basement and lock her up. I will take care of her in the morning."
I watch as the gardener leads the girl away. She's struggling, but obviously still too dumbfounded to put up any real resistance. Besides, she has still cuffed her wrists behind her back and her ankles are shackled, allowing only small steps. She'll be put in a cell. No restraints, but no way to get out either. Nothing more disgusting than a girl wetting her pants because she can't help herself to the toilet. I shudder at the thought.

How I hate it when we get a "special delivery", especially when it's in the middle of the night. I need my sleep. After all, turning brats into humbly servants is hard work. Very enjoyable, but still hard.
I go back to my bedroom, where Cynthia is awaiting me. She'll help me relax before she's sent back to the dormitory. Right now, she is my favourite plaything, a luscious redhead with a very skilfull tongue.

[collared_kitten75]

I am thankful at least to have the hood removed. Still, I don't get a good look at the woman addressingme from the shade. Did I catch her name? No, not really. She just called herself "Ma'am."

My thoughts are interrupted as a calloused masculine hand wraps itself tightly around my right arm and starts to drag me still chained toward an ominous brick and stone building. "Ow, ow, ouch," I cry as I am walked over more of the sharp gravel." When my feet finally hit damp grass, "I cry what the fuck are you doing with me? Where the fuck am I?"

The man doesn't so much answer me, but he does offer something, advice maybe. "Hush girl, mind your manners, behave, do what Ma'am tells you, and you'll do okay here." With that he opens a wooden cellar door and leads me down a set of smooth stone steps.

My mind races wildly. 'Shit, they're going to lock me in a cellar,' I think, and sure enough he does. Peter reaches down and locks another length of chain to teh one conecting my ankles. I can see with his flashlingt that it runs to a metal plate fixed into the stone floor. "Shit," I mutter. Peter turns his flashlight up so I can see his crooked grin. He's enjoying this.

With a "good night miss," Peter disappears up the steps along with his flashlight, and closes the cellar door, leaving me alone, chained in the darkness.

[MissConfused]

It is late the next morning when we arrive at the boarding school.
Adam places my luggage on the front stairs and drives off as some powerful looking woman approaches me. I expect her to talk in a heavy tone to go with her looks but she speaks in a soft but commanding manner.

“You will address me as Ma’am and nothing else.”
Some guy picks up my luggage and starts inside with it but he only takes it to a closet downstairs and locks the door.
“What are they doing with my luggage? Don’t they know I need my clothes?” Oh well I will play their game for now.

Ma’am shows me upstairs to my room. It isn’t a room, it looks like a closet with a cot in it. The cot takes up half the space in the room.

Ma’am instructs me to strip off my clothing. “NO WAY!” I snap at her but before I know it she has stepped outside and some giant man has come into my room.
He strips off my clothes while she watches from the doorway.

“Wait till I tell my dad about this!” I yell at her.
I fight the giant with all my strength but it is useless. “Is he going to rape me?”
Instead he places shackles on me and chains each of my wrists and each of my ankles so that I am trapped in a spread eagle position naked on my back.

The giant steps out of the room and Ma’am enters again. “You WILL follow all commands given to you, is that understood?”
I start to yell “fuck you” at her but before I can get the first word out of my mouth she slaps my pussy HARD with a riding crop.
I can’t speak, all I do is yell. She spanks me three more times. By now I am crying uncontrollably. My pussy is throbbing with pain.
I think she is done but she slaps each of my nipples hard three times with the crop.

I am crying so hard now that I can not see through my tears.
The hitting stops and after some time I realize I am alone in my room with the door open.
Several women walking by look into my room. They seem to have a look of pity on their face’s

What kind of boarding school is this?
Why did daddy put me here…

[calasiangirl]

They put a blindfold on me before driving off. They make a bunch of turns to make me lose track of where I am, but that is not really needed as my sense of direction is bad to begin with! After what seems like hours the car stops. I am pulled out and led, with a hand on each arm somewhere. I hear a doorbell ring...the door opens...I hear voices "Gerald sending this one here too" "We will take care of her" I am told to take a couple steps forward and then I hear the guards and driver leaving, and the door closing. I wonder what will happen to me next.

[MissConfused]

When I awake it is dark outside. The giant steps into my room and releases my wrists and ankles temporarily. He locks my wrists to my ankles and forces me into a kneeling position on the ground. I wait to feel the sting of a whip but instead a portly woman walks in and places a bowl of something disgusting on the floor in front of me.
“Eat” she commands and walks out of my room.

I am so hungry that I lean forward to see what the ‘food’ is. It smells disgusting and looks even more hideous than it smells. Hunger however is getting the better of me and I kneel forward and take a bight of the mystery food.
YUCK! I spit it out immediately. I wonder if the woman eats this herself. That would explain her nasty disposition.

I try to straighten up to get away from that fowl bowl of ‘whatever’ but forget my wrists are bound to my ankles. Before I know it I have fallen on my side forced into a painful fetal position.

“How long till someone returns to move me” I wonder. The answer is not pleasant. I awoke to sunlight streaming into my room. I have been trapped here all night! I obviously fell asleep but why did no one return for me?
“OH GOD!” I messed myself in my sleep!
I start crying again out of pain, hunger and humiliation. Why are they doing this to me? Wait until I tell daddy how they are treating me.

Someone finally enters my room. It is the giant and Ma’am…

[lucy]

That's not going to work like this. A mere hour ago another new one arrived, and lo and behold, it's a brat. Who would have guessed...
Peter leads her downstairs and locks her up in a cell, without restraints, tho. I go down a short while later to give her the intro speach. I take off her blindfold. She's a cute one, but like the other newbies she seems determined to put up a fight.
"Sweetie, you don't need to be afraid. Nothing bad will happen to you. That is, if you cooperate. If you don't, you will go through hell. I prefer the easy way, because it's easier for me too. But rest assured, I have no problem with giving you hell either. Think, sweetie."

I leave her and order one of the girls to bring her some food and water. Then it's time for Michelle. I take Peter with me. The poor bloke should be doing some gardening, not carry them chicks around. She still glares. But this time out of puffy eyes. She cried, obviously. Good.
"Good morning, Michelle. Did you rest well?"
"I tell daddy! He'll see to it that you go to chail for all that. No, the electric chair. You're crazy. You're a crazy bitch!" I wait until she has stopped screaming. Then i step forward and smack her hard across the face.
"First, in this house there is no place for foul language. Not for the girls anyway." She starts to cry again. Then I untie her wrists and pull her to her feet. "Then, who do you think has sent you here? It wasn't me, but if you really want, we go to my office and call your dad. Would you like to call your dad and be told that it was him who sent you here?"
She doesn't answer, but her eyes show that the truth is dawning on her. Then I see the mess she has made.
"Peter, please see to it that one of the girls cleans this room. I take Michelle down. She will come out of the basement when she's learned the basics." I grab Michelle by the hair and pull her after me to the washing room. Cantrelle seems to have softened, but I tell her to be quiet or else.
Michelle is chained in the same fashion as Cantrelle. The treatment is different, however. I pinch her nose and hold her mouth for a long time and then releas the grip on her mouth. When she opens her mouth wide to breathe I insert a large dildo which I then fasten to her head. Then force her jaws even wider apart and insert a ring. Her mouth is now wide open, her jaws probably hurting.
Now, with the secured behind her teeth, I pull the dildo out again. She seems to be relieved, but not for long. With a rough brush and lots of soap I start to clean her mouth. "Gotta wash all that dirty language out of that mouth, right?" She retches, her eyes wide with fear and panic.
Then it's the rest of her body. When I am done I leave her to dry and think and turn my attention to Cantrelle.

"Now to you, my dear. Did you have enough time to think? Have you come to a conclusion? If you want to play along, you may now ask for my permission to get down on your knees, kiss my feet and eat my pussy." She just stares at me. „Haven't ever eaten a pussy, huh? Well, it's never too late to start. So, what's it gonna be?“

[collared_kitten75]

'Oh my god,' I think, 'this sicko bitch wants me to eat her out.' I frown, close my eyes tightly, and look away for a few seconds before I finally slump, defeated, but still held upright by my chains.

"Please Ma'am, would you release my chains, so I can get on my knees, kiss your feet, and," I almost choke as I say it, "eat your pussy." During my freshman year, I had a brief lesbian romance, no, not even that, an encounter. It was fun no doubt, but all I did was kiss the girl, a slim Japanese-American, and well, I made her eat me out, but I would never do it for her. Now, here I am, about to be forced into it.

Ma'am chuckles softly, and the shackles go slack, slowly lowering me to my knees. I crawl over toward Ma'am, still on my knees, and lower my head toward the ground, until my lips touch her high-heeled sandals. I kiss the strap of the sandals first, then tentatively, I kiss her big toe, awaiting some sort of sign of approval before I go on.

[lucy]

"Yes, that's ok for a start. But I want to see some more dedication and enthusiasm." I tell her to stop and walk over to a chair. Seated, with my pussy at the edge of the seat, I cross my legs and held out one of the heels to her. "Crawl over here and suck the heel like it's a dick. I take it you know how to suck dick? Thought so. Good girl."

[calasiangirl]

Times passes...I am left alone except for the girl who brings me food and water. I cry because I am scared. Maybe I will be locked up for a long time, maybe forever.

The same girl I met my first day who talked to me returns. She tells me I will be here until I learn to behave. I feel alone. She starts to kiss me, I pull away at first. I am as straight as they come. But eventually I let her kiss me and caress me, even let her touch my pussy and finger me. I have never even kissed a girl before today and now she just gave me a orgasm and I liked it too! I tell her my name is Minh and that I will be a good girl now. I hope she will let me out of this prison cell soon.