Mr. Reins adjusted his jacket and summoned Emma Willis the matron. She sidled up to him in anticipation. She had seen the tantalizing young lady as she arrived and had then watched with satisfaction as the parents left without her. Emma had hoped for just such a circumstance. She would rearrange the sleeping accommodations in the dorm. She wanted this delicious little morsel in the bed beside hers.

“Go and fetch Mrs. Dalton we have a new student, a Margaret Walsh, and I shall no doubt have need of the pair of you. Hurry now.” Emma set-off, clacking, down the hallway. Reins stood at the door and waited for the ladies. In under a minute he heard the pair of them striding towards him. As they approached him, he opened the door to his office. They stepped in quickly, quietly behind him and remained stationed on either side of the door.

Margaret turned when she saw the movement at the door and pulled the earbuds from her ears. “What the fuck is this? Where are my parents?” She was instantly angry.

“You Miss Walsh are the newest member of our little community.” Reins was a study in composure.

“Like fuck I am. Mom!” she bellowed towards the closed door. She sprang out of the chair and bolted. At the door the two huge women easily corralled her and Emma Willis wrenched Margaret’s arm up her back sending an electric shock of pain through her shoulder which forced her to bend over helplessly. Mrs. Dalton grabbed the back of Margaret’s waistband and with one hand lifted her from the floor. The pair of amazons deposited Margaret unceremoniously back into the chair. Her bottom bounced so hard off the wooden seat that she felt the jolt in the top of her head. They then stood like bookends on either side of the girl and each rested a hand on her shoulder.

“Shall we gag her?” Emma asked.

“If necessary.” Reins replied serenely.

“I’ll have every fucking one of you arrested. I know my rights. I want to speak to my parents. If you dare to gag me, you will answer to daddy’s lawyers. I….” A hard rubber ball forced into her mouth curtailed Margaret’s speech. Mr. Reins had nodded his consent and Emma then crammed the red ball into Margaret’s mouth. Mrs. Dalton had cinched and fastened the apparatus to the back of the young ladies head. Margaret attempted to reach back and was kicking at the same time. Mrs. Dalton grabbed a handful of Margaret’s flesh between her underarm and her breast and pinched with such ferocity that the girl lost all air and sank back into the chair. Each of the monsters then took a wrist and pulled her back against the chair.

Reins strode peacefully behind the desk and addressed the girl. “You have no doubt heard the story of the boy who cried wolf, Miss Walsh. Doubtlessly. Well, it seems that you are in that self-same predicament. I am as you say an old perv. This school is run on my whim. I believe that you will find that we are very. Very different than what you may have imagined.” He reached behind the curtain of the window and retrieved a thin bamboo cane. He whistled it through the air menacingly. “You have already earned a meeting with my friend here. But, I would like you to know beforehand exactly what that means. You see just like a Christmas Present half the joy in good caning comes from the girl’s anticipation. The first time especially, I like them to know what is coming.” Margaret was in a cold sweat. Her legs were trembling. Her eyes were wide and nearly dilating. Reins walked casually over to the PA outlet on the far wall. He depressed the switch and spoke politely into the device. “Would Miss Garrit please report to my office immediately. Thank you. Sorry for the interruption.

Margaret felt her wrists being bound together and saw Mrs. Dalton drop to her knees and begin strapping one leg to the leg of the chair. Instinctively, Margaret began to kick with the other leg. Mrs. Dalton reached up between Margaret’s thighs and inches from her cunt she delivered another devastating pinch. The pain was excruciating. Soon, Margaret was trussed up and gagged, rendered completely immobile. Emma Willis began combing the girls flaming red hair back from her brow with her fingers. She was caressing Margaret’s scalp as she completed each stroke. Emma emitted a low groan as she did this.

They all heard Miss Garrit tripping quickly down the hallway then rapping on the door. “Sir, excuse me sir.” She called through the door.

“Come in Miss Garritt.” Reins smiled at her warmly as she entered the room.

“I haven’t done anything wrong sir, I swear it.” Miss Garrit saw nothing but the cane in Reins’ hand. Eventually she took in the rest of the scene. “Oh, please sir.” She pleaded.

“In this weeks tests, you have dropped three percentage points, my dear.” Reins stood aside from his desk and patted the top with his palm. Miss Garrit began to cry and walked over then bent over the desk. She wore the Willow Ridge uniform, a short plaid skirt, black paten pumps, knee high socks, a white blouse with WR emblazoned on the breast pocket. As she spread herself over the desk her kilt rose revealing her young and chiseled bottom. She was sobbing now, and Margaret’s eyes, were terrified saucers.

Reins folded the victims kilt over her back. With his foot he spread her legs wider. Then, to Margaret’s further horror... He began caressing her exposed cheeks and allowing his hand to wander deep into the crevice between her legs. Ritually, he then slid her panties down to mid thigh. Margaret stared in disbelief at the girl’s open privates. She was shocked back to reality by a sudden whistle then crack of the cane against the girls quivering flesh.

The girl let out a scream of pain and it was followed by another crack. Then again. Then again. Then again. Margaret was crying with the girl. Miss Garrit’s bottom and upper thighs were a glowing red striped pattern. She was pleading and crying and promising anything, anything. Finally, he stopped. Margaret had no idea how many cracks she heard. She was sobbing and almost choking on her attempts to swallow.

“Now, Miss Garrit, you may straighten yourself. I hope you will apply yourself this week my dear.” Her red and tear stained face looked up at Mr. Reins. He kissed her on the cheek. “There, there, be a good girl Agnes. Ah, ah, what do you say?”

“Oh, Thank you Mr. Reins, thank you. Thank you so much.” She stretched and kissed the head master on the cheek. She was then off like a shot.

Mr. Reins nodded to Emma who slipped the ball gag off Margaret. She began pleading at once. “I can’t I’ve never been hit. I can’t take pain. Oh please. I can’t. I can’t….” She broke down and hung her head.

“Oh my dear, your first caning will not be here but in front of the community tomorrow morning. It is tradition. You will have tonight to prepare yourself. Miss Willis take her to the sick room and she will stay there till morning. I would like the others to see her for the first time in study hall….” Reins turned on his heels and left the room……