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 Mf mg+ 1st cons span rough humil I sat at my desk listening to the near
riot in the classroom, for years students had been getting more out of
control as the laws changed and we were no longer able to discipline them.
I was looking forward to the future, UKIP, the United Kingdom Independence
Party had won a stunning electoral victory and they were now in power.  We
had been withdrawn from the European Union, all the petty rules had been
abolished and we had withdrawn from the European human rights act.  There
was a case going through the House of Lords that could change life for me,
as a teacher, overnight.  It was a new appeal over an old case.  If the
union won teachers and the courts would be able to use corporal punishment
again.  The students had no idea that this appeal was going through. 
Suddenly I felt my mobile phone vibrate, a text had come in.  I carefully
read it.  The union had won.  We were bringing back corporal punishment
from now.  I opened up the CCTV access software and typed in the time and a
note to say that corporal punishment was about to come into force.  I was
certainly looking forward to our dinner time when we could finalise our
plans.  In the meantime I would note the worst offenders.  To be fair
though, I had to give them warning.  I rapped on my desk; the noise fell to
a dull roar.

   "I am giving you a warning, discipline in this school is being tightened
up as of today," I looked at my watch, "at 11:45; punishments will be
changed." The rest of what I was saying was drowned out by the jeers and
catcalls.  I stood there making a note of the ring leaders.  Britney was
the worst of them, ah well another 2 hours or so, and then I would be able
to start teaching again.  I would at last be able to do what I had trained
for.  I checked my screen and noted that I had five students working; I
sent a note to each of their computers to come to the front.  Almost
immediately there was the scraping of five chairs and my students walked to
the front of the classroom.  I indicated them to go into my prep room.  I
followed them and closed the door.  Before I could speak Jason asked me a
question.  "Sir, was your statement a result of national Union of teachers'
v Association of teen rights, in the House of Lords?" "Yes Jason it was."
"I presume that means corporal punishment is being re-introduced into
schools and the courts?" "That's right Jason, Britney's name as the girls'
ringleader and Doug's name as the boys' ringleader have already been given
to the office along with your names." I saw the stunned look on their
faces. "No, no, you're not as students to be punished but as the only
students in my group who are not to be punished.  "All the rest are to be
punished?" "Oh yes, Britney and Doug will be flogged with the birch and the
rest will receive a lesser corporal punishment, two strokes of the cane. 
"How is it going to work?" "When you come back into school after the lunch
break there will be an electronic gate just inside the doors which will
operate according to your ID card.  Britney and Doug will be diverted into
the new nurse's office.  You five will be allowed to pass through into the
auditorium, the rest of the students will be sent into the outer hall. 
Britney and Doug will strip or be stripped and they will then have a
medical check to ensure that they are healthy enough to undergo their
punishment.  They will then be taken round to the back of the stage and
attached to handcuffs on the rear wall." "You have known about this for
sometime then sir?" "Oh yes, the last six months, that was why I, and all
the other staff have given their students warning of the change in
punishments.  They won't be able to claim in court that they weren't
warned." "What about their parents' sir?  We know how they have come into
school to make trouble in the past." "Oh they can come into school, but
they won't cause trouble." With that I pulled out a tazer.  "If we have to
use this, then they will be on stage for the next punishment session and
they will be flogged.  A new criminal offence has been created today of
assault on, or threats to, a member of the school teaching and maintenance
staff, oh yes, will you five please volunteer now as teaching aides." I
could see at first the hesitation and then the smiles as the penny dropped.
Jason was the first.

   "Thank you sir, I'll volunteer to be a member of the teaching staff." He
broke into a big grin, and then looked more serious.  "What about outside
school sir?"

   "You are protected there as well, if other students change their ways;
then they will be able to volunteer as well.  Anyway, time for lunch." The
school bells rang and I went back into the classroom.  Teaching from now on
would be a very different proposition; finally I would be able to teach. 
Britney and Doug would no longer be in my class but would be in a class
with all the other troublemakers.  I don't think they will enjoy school
very much in the future.  Classes would now be set up on the basis of how
eager students were to work.  The best behaved students would get the best
education.  We had borrowed teachers from the military to train our new
remedial teachers, it would be the equivalent of boot camp for the
troublesome students, but much more painful.  Lunch in the staff room was a
happy time; at last we would be able to retake control of the school.  The
headmaster had been into the dining hall and given instructions about the
beginning of afternoon school, the new teachers, well they were called
teachers but they were in fact the disciplinarians, had arrived and were in
the hall checking everything was ready.  Finally the school bell sounded
and we went out to our pre determined positions.  I was stood by the
electronic gate.  The four of us there were the first to deal with the
students.  Britney and Doug were at the front of the queue as befitted the
top dogs on the school tree, they were sent straight through the door into
the new nurse's office.  There were rails set up to keep the students in
line, with moving bars which separated the rails into individual stalls. 
Once all the ringleaders were in the room they would be told of their fate.
The good students were then diverted to be taken to the front of the hall,
to prime viewing positions whilst the rest were diverted to the side
entrance of the hall and were led into a larger set of queuing rails, they
were solid sided and too high to jump over.  Everyone was finally in place.
We could hear the uproar in the nurse's office from our station at the
electronic gate, so after we had finished at our post we went in to assist.
The students had been told what was going to happen to them and were very
unhappy.  Four members of staff took each student as they got to the front
of the queue.  Britney was at the front so I assisted.  "Britney you and
every one of the students in this room are going to get the birch, the
number of strokes you receive depends on your age; if you hit or attempt to
hit anyone of us then you will receive a harsher penalty.  "You can't do
this sir, it's against the law." "Correction Britney, it used to be against
the law, if you all would like to look at that screen you will see a film
of the moment the law changed.  I along with all the other teachers were
informed when it happened and I warned all of you that discipline was
changing.  Now all of you take off your clothes and put them in the basket
when you get to the front of the queue; you will get them back at the end
of this session.  If you don't take your clothes off then your clothes will
be cut from you when you get to the front of the queue, the choice is
yours." Britney stood there unmoving, I nodded to the disciplinarians. 
They came over with the cutters used by paramedics, they had a protected
blade that would cut through any clothing safely, Britney's arms were
grabbed and the cutters run down her under arm and down her body to the
floor, the neck band was cut through down to the underarm cut, her clothes
fell away leaving her in socks and trainers.  She was led screaming to the
nursing station.  She was weighed and measured then placed on the nursing
trolley.  That was set up to do an ECG without co-operation and to take the
patient's blood pressure, they were recorded and Britney was informed that
she was healthy enough to receive punishment today.  It was then a steady
procession of children being checked; only one other child had to be
forcibly stripped.  Finally we were through in the nursing office so we
followed the last student through onto the stage.  The curtains were closed
and we could hear the uproar in the main hall.  It only took another ten
minutes before the stage curtains opened.

   At the front of the stage were the three birching stations and five
caning stations waiting ready for their victims.  They were set so that the
back of the student was facing the main hall with cameras set up to video
the students faces and backs, those pictures were sent to the main screen
above the stage.  Britney and co had small video screens in front of them
so that they could watch the punishment as they waited to be punished.  We,
the teaching staff moved down from the stage to sit in the rows of seats at
the front, alongside our students.  I sat between Ruth and Jason in the
front row.

   The video screens lit up and we were first showed the broadcast by our
new Prime Minister.  He outlined what the rest of the procedure would be,
the students to receive the cane would come up in groups of five, would
bend over the caning desks and receive their strokes, if they struggled or
tried to get away they would be restrained and would then receive at least
two strokes of the birch instead.  Then those to be birched would be led
forward and placed in the birching stations.  Once the first student, the
youngest had received his or her strokes they would be checked medically
and replaced, that would continue smoothly until all those to be punished
had been punished.  The students would then be allowed to dress, any who
had their clothes cut off would be assisted with staples to hold their
clothes together.  Replacement clothes would be at students' expense as
they had been warned.  He then explained about the new volunteer aides. 
"They and all the school staff are protected by the new legislation; there
is a new offence of Assault on, or threats to a member of the school
teaching and maintenance staff, that includes the volunteer aides.  It is a
summary offence.  The school level punishments vary from a caning for being
insulting to a whipping for assault.  If the assault is severe enough then
it goes to the crown court after a school flogging; and punishment at Crown
Court is unlimited; and I do mean unlimited.  That is all from me, if you
are watching this in school you will return to your school program, if you
are watching TV anywhere else you will return to normal programming." The
screen went blank and then the picture of the caning stools appeared.  The
five disciplinarian teachers then went to the front of the five waiting
lines along with two aides each.  The teachers put their keys in the
controls on the gate allowing the aides to collect the children to be
caned. The teachers and one aide walked the first students across to the
caning stool.  The students were bent over and each teacher picked up his
cane.  I say his but two were women teachers.  The aide took the students
wrist and bent down in front of the caning desk bending them over.  The
cracks of the canes were joined with cries of pain.  Two crisp red lines
per bottom.  As the first punishments were being applied the second aide
was bringing over the next victim.  After five minutes the caning had
settled into a steady stream, a total of 20 victims a minute, suddenly
there was a scuffle and a half naked student was running towards me,
heading for an emergency exit.  I stood up and aimed the tazer; he finished
up sliding on the floor unconscious.  The four students at the desks were
caned and the aide who had been pushed over moved to the heads podium.  He
touched his shoulder and the scene was played back on the screen.  The
insults, the threats and the punch in the face.  The film clip stopped and
the head picked up the mike.

   "Take that one down to the nurse and get him checked, he will be birched
at the end of this afternoons session." He whispered in the aide's ear, he
nodded and returned to collect the next one for caning.  It was soon over,
the last of those caned were led back to the wooden bleachers, and I smiled
to see them trying to ease the pressure on their caned bums.  Now was time
for the really serious business.  The head stood up and addressed the
student body.

   "I welcome those watching the local broadcast channel that joins us for
our newly inaugurated punishment session.  In future these sessions will be
held each Wednesday and Friday afternoon.  Those students you see sitting
uncomfortably in the bleachers have just received two strokes of the cane
each.  These students" he waited for the cameras to pan round onto those
waiting to be birched, "are waiting to be birched.  They are all the
ringleaders in their year groups for the trouble they have caused.  The
youngest ones, in year seven will receive three strokes of the light weight
birch, year eight's will receive four, year nines will receive five, year
tens will receive 5 lightweight and two of the heavyweight birch, year
elevens will receive five and three strokes, year twelve's will receive
five and four.  If their are any in the sixth forms then year thirteen's
will receive five and five strokes and year fourteens will receive ten
strokes with the heavy weight birch.  You may ask what the difference is
between the two birches, the lightweight birch has five strands, and the
heavyweight has ten strands.  The final student to be birched this
afternoon would have only received a caning; but he threatened, and then
actually hit a teacher's aide.  For that he will receive six strokes of the
cane and then receive twenty strokes of the heavyweight birch."

   The first three students from year seven were brought forward, I could
see them visibly trembling as their wrists and ankles were placed in the
automatic clips.  They locked automatically but could only be released by
two handles being operated together.  The birching station then started to
rotate, moving the student to the correct height and position for the
master to develop his or her best swing, there were two masters and a
mistress who would take turns.  We could see how hard they were hitting as
there were speed guns and pressure sensors on the stations

   One of the new disciplinarian staff then stepped forward and took a
birch from the long bucket standing by the station; we could see the water
dripping from the birch.  The head took up the microphone again.  "As you
can see the birches are stored in salt water, this is to stop the cuts from
becoming infected.  As a side effect it increases the pain felt; Start the
punishment master." With that the disciplinarian started the birching, the
first stroke on the thighs, the second on the bum and the third on the
back. The screams of pain were truly awe inspiring.  The birch was then
replaced in its bucket as the student continued to scream in pain.  The
master moved across to the second child and started on her back, if
anything the screams were even louder.  As he worked the nurse was wiping
down the first child's back and legs with an antiseptic wipe.  Each master
or mistress would birch two children before the next would take over.  The
nurse then took up a spray can; we could see the label on the TV monitor,
Nu Skin and sprayed it over the bloody wheals.  The touch of the spray
restarted the screams of pain.  The microphones picked up the nurses words.
"I know that this hurts but it is to protect your back, bum and legs from
infection." We were soon dealing with my class, I saw Britney being moved
into position.  This I would enjoy, she had made my life a misery since I
started at the school.  I watched carefully as the first three were laid on
her legs, back and bum.  Then the master changed direction and laid the
next two diagonally across her bum one from below and the other above, he
then repeated the whole procedure with the heavy birch.  Britney was
screaming from the very first stroke.  The third stroke with the heavy
birch had just been applied when a bell started ringing from her birching
station.  I realized her eyes had closed.  The head stood up.

   "As you can hear, automatic devices have come into play, Britney has
passed out from pain, her vital signs are still within the normal range and
two minutes after she comes round her punishment will re-commence.  In the
meantime we will continue using the other two stations." Doug was next to
receive his punishment and I was delighted to see that he had started to
look sick when Britney had passed out.  His ten strokes passed
uneventfully, for us that is, and he was treated and then led off the back
of the stage with his fellow victims.  Britney came round and we heard the
nurse say to her.

   "Your birching will restart in two minutes." I laughed to hear her beg
to be let off, she was promising the world.  Two minutes later she received
the last two strokes of the birch.  She had to be carried off stage. 
Finally the last of the students was led off.  The final student was then
brought in and fastened to the birching station.  All four of the
disciplinarians moved up.  They stood either side of the student, two by
the back and two by the legs.  The head master then moved onto the stage.

   "This student thought he could escape his punishment by assaulting a
teacher's aide.  I will give him six strokes of the cane; he will then
receive twenty strokes of the birch.  If he wants he can tell us afterwards
which hurts more." The student then said, "Can't I appeal against this?" "I
will have to delay this punishment as he wants to exercise his right of
appeal, is the link set up, oh good I see it is.  Good afternoon your
worship, this student had been sentenced to receive two strokes of the cane
for his misbehaviour between the time of the change in law, when he
received notification of the discipline change, and the lunch period;
whilst waiting for punishment he threatened one of my aides, and then
assaulted him.  He was stopped in his flight by Mr Clive who used his newly
issued tazer.  The student was restrained, checked by the nurse and then
held for punishment, I have ordered six of the cane and twenty of the
heavyweight birch."

   "Thank you headmaster.  Now young man, what have you got to say for
yourself?"

   "I didn't receive no warning so I shouldn't have been punished in the
first place."

   "Whose class are you in?"

   "Mr Clives."

   "Mr Clive do you have the recording of this morning's class warning?"

   "Yes your worship, if I can put my memory stick into the podium?"

   "Certainly Mr Clive." I moved forward and pushed my memory stick into
the podium, the video recording of this morning flashed through until it
reached the relevant spot.  You could hear me rap on the desk and then my
voice over the hush.  I am giving you a warning, discipline in this school
is being tightened up as of today, at 11:45; punishments will be
changed."Whatever else I said was drowned out by the noise of the students.
In fact it was my continued statement about the change in the law
protecting staff.

   "I see that what was drowned out by your class was the warning on
threats of assault and assault of members of staff.  However I can see that
you gave the warning, the fact that your student failed to hear the warning
by his own behaviour is not your fault.  Case proved; appeal disallowed;
punishment changed to six of the cane on the bottom and twenty of the
heavyweight birch diagonally across his thighs and back to cross the
bottom. How old is the student?"

   I looked in my personal computer.  "Sixteen your worship, do you want me
to upload the data for you?"

   "I suppose you better had." I stepped back to the podium and offered my
organizer into the dock, his student file flashed up on screen.

   "That's fine, a court officer is on his way to you, he will be ready by
the time you have finished the first part of the punishment, he will then
apply twenty strokes of the whip, he will bring it with him in the
ambulance as your student will need to go to hospital after his punishment
finishes.  The discipline master went to the head.

   "Sir we will have to dismount Jones as we need to fit the ECG equipment
to him along with his blood oxygen monitor." Jones was taken down from the
birching station whilst the nurse was bringing a red box through; she gave
it to the Master.  "I'll fit this master, or else it could be seen as part
of the punishment, will you give the running commentary."

   The disciplinarians held Jones by his arms and legs whilst the master
took the connectors for the ECG.  "The nurse is going to fit the electrodes
for the ECG, as there will be a lot of movement and sweat normal contact
electrodes are not secure enough, as you can see on the screen, each
electrode has a curved sharp hook which penetrates the skin and as the
electrode is rocked around pulls it tight to Jones flesh.  If you look
closely you will see that the hooks are thin but wide this ensures that
they won't pull out through the skin, similarly the blood oxygen monitor. I
will also be inserting an intravenous line so I can administer fluids, if
they are needed.  Fifteen minutes after the end of the punishment I will
administer an anaesthetic through the line for the journey to the
correction centre hospital; he will not receive any further pain relief
whilst he is a patient in the correction centre hospital."

   Finally Jones was fully hooked up; blood was trickling down his chest
from the ECG electrodes.  He was strapped back onto the birching station
and the head moved into position.  He gave Jones six very fast and hard
swipes of the cane, each one had drops of blood oozing from them, then the
birchers took position there was a disturbance at the back of the hall, the
court officer had arrived.  He was led to the stage; he had with him two
cases, a long thin one and a stubby one.  He turned to the master

   "Can you loosen him slightly; I need to fit my defibrillator to your
electrodes, then if his heart stops we can restart him automatically.  It
shouldn't be needed though." There was a collective gasp in the hall at his
words.  The defibrillator was fitted and the birching started.  His howls
and screams were payment for all the insults we had put up with over the
years; I have no doubt his victims were extracting pleasure at the sight of
their tormentor strung up and on the receiving end.  He got to the
sixteenth stroke before he fainted the first time, he then got to twenty
strokes and the birches were returned to the buckets.  The nurse then wiped
his legs, bum and back to mop up the blood before she handed over to the
court officer.  The ambulance crew had come in with their stretcher and
they were monitoring the ECG and blood gas levels.  The court officer then
moved over to the heads chair and took the microphone.  He then went to
centre stage where Jones' screams were finally dying down.

   "I am about to whip this young fool, what he will receive is not
dangerous to a healthy person of his age, even the youngest of those
birched today could handle this whipping without serious danger.  However I
don't know if this idiot has used drugs and if so what drugs.  If he has
then there is a danger to his heart, which is why I have a paramedic with
me and the defibrillator attached to him.  You heard the bells when he
passed out from pain, if his heart should stop then a siren will sound to
make sure I and my colleagues get clear of the birching station, then his
heart will be shocked and restarted.  He will then be transported to the
correction centre hospital.  He will then return here when he has fully
recovered for the rest of his sentence." He then adjusted the birching
station to an upright position, took out his whip from the case and spread
out the nine lashes, I could see the knots in the end of each lash.  There
was a loud whistle, a loud crack and a gut churning scream, I could see
blood starting to run down his back, there was a sonorous call ONE, a
second slash of the whip and TWO, THREE he got to five and changed sides,
the whip tails were curling around Jones abdomen.  I was actually starting
to feel sorry for the idiot.  He got to six and the bells rang, he got a
three minute break, one minute to come round and two to rest.  The nurse
was taking his blood pressure, she went to the officer and I saw him nod
his head.  She then connected a drip up and fitted an oxygen mask.  I
looked more carefully at the large display alongside the two pictures of
his back and distorted face.  I knew for a fact that Jones had played with
drugs a lot.  The bells rang again at nine and again at twelve strokes. 
Blood was streaming down over his bum and down his legs, being diverted
only by the wheals raised by the birching.  The court officer extended the
rest period to five minutes before restarting; he had just given the
fifteenth lash when the siren sounded.  Jones' body then rocked in its
clamps as the electric shock hit him to restart his heart; it took two
shocks to do the job.  Fifteen minutes later the nurse administered the
anaesthetic whilst the paramedic released Jones from the station; he was
soon on the life-support stretcher and was away to the correction centre by
ambulance.  The head moved to centre stage.  "Punishment has finished for
this afternoon, Jones was a known drug user and this is the result, he will
return when he has recovered and receive the last five strokes of the cat o
nine tails.  I will point out that this is not a once off event, true I
can't see us having to administer punishment to so many students at one
time again, but if it is needed we will.  Jones has learned that time
wasting appeals will result in an increased sentence.  Our aides are
connected to security centres by radio link, if you think you can get away
with attacking a member of staff from any direction; let me reassure you,
you won't get away with it.  The new laws are going out on TV, Radio and
the newspapers tonight.  The death penalty has been re introduced and the
fine print of the Schools, staff protection bill allows punishments to be
increased by two levels so actual bodily harm will be treated as murder. 
The aide that Jones hit has received a black eye, which amounts to actual
bodily harm.  If I had decided to send him direct to court he could have
been sentenced to death.  Because I had sentenced him to a flogging the
sentence could only be raised one level, to the cat o nine tails.  If the
judge had thought I was unduly lenient though he could have asked for my
sentence to be set aside and his put in its place, Jones could have been in
the correction centre hospital tonight, waiting for the completion of his
flogging before he was executed.  Be warned that discipline in this school
will improve, your class teachers are authorized to use the cane or slipper
in the classroom, over trousers or skirts for lesser offences, on your
underwear and bare bottom caning or nude birching will be authorized by me
and that will usually take place in public on this stage at the very least.
Notorious offenders will be punished in the central square in town." By
this time the students were beyond expressing their feelings.  "Those
students who were caned may now leave the auditorium; you will go to your
classes and wait for your teachers.  You can put on shoes and socks but you
cannot put on your skirts, trousers pants or knickers until you are finally
dismissed by your class teacher at the end of school.  Those who have been
birched will be taken home and you may have tomorrow off to recover, if you
are off longer than that you must come in to see the school nurse on Friday
she will then allow or disallow an extension on a case by case basis."

   After the rest of the students had departed we issued our aides with new
blazers, they had a small unit built in to the epaulet that took 360 degree
pictures and both recorded and transmitted the images and sound.  It was
explained that they were able to disable the transmitter for varying
periods of ten minutes to an hour at a time, this being the length of the
recording loop.  The new security manager came to me.  Trouble in your
class room Mr Clive, look." He showed me his handset and I could see young
Tracy baring her bum on my desk and saying how she was going to do me when
I got into the class.  "Will you be alright Mr Clive?" I should think so, 3
lessons a week of martial art under an army PT instructor for the last six
months should enable me to take her down.  Even with that knife she is
brandishing." I collected my five student aides and together we walked back
to my class and walked in.  "Tracy get down from my desk and return to your
seat." "Fuck off you wanker, I'm going to slice your face up for starters,
it's your fault I got these marks on my arse." Whilst she was shouting her
mouth off at me and waving the knife in my direction I closed the distance,
grabbed her ankle and pulled, she fell to the floor and got up screaming
and started to come at me with the knife.  I let her close the distance
then grabbed her wrist, twisted and then turned with her arm over my
shoulder, she hit the floor hard and dropped the knife, I dragged her
across the room and threw her into my new caning station.  Jason and Becky
came up behind me with wrist and ankle cuffs to hold her in place.  As we
were finishing the door burst open and the security manager and four army
instructors ran in.  "Oh I see you have it under control Mr.  Clive.  The
head is on his way as he will need to deal with this, as it is a threat to
a staff member and attempted assault." The door opened and the head
entered. I turned to him.  "The way I see this headmaster, there are two
separate offences the first being possession of the knife for which I can
administer up to six strokes of the cane and then there is the assault with
a deadly weapon which will need you at the very least." "Very succinctly
put Mr Clive, normally you would cane her over her skirt or trousers, but
as she is already bare below the waist, carry on." I went to the caning
station and drew my cane from the rear pillar.  "Tracy I sentence you to
six lashes of the cane for possession of the knife.  You may appeal to the
head master but be aware the head can decide to increase your punishment,
or he can take this decision into account when he sentences you for
threatening and attacking me with the knife, or he could decide to remand
you to the youth court, that is the court Jones appealed to." I saw Tracy
gulp as she realized the mess she had got herself into.  "I'll accept your
sentence Mr.  Clive." The head came over to me.  "Mr.  Clive, can you delay
your punishment for about five minutes, I have asked Jason to feed the film
of you taking Tracy down and I want to slot her punishment straight onto
the end.  Jason will you go from tape feed straight onto the live feed."
That's fine sir," Jason started the feed.  The large monitor on the wall
bonged twice.  The title came up with feed from class eleven C, prior to
punishment.  I stood watching as we saw and heard Tracy in full flow. 
Jason came over to me and whispered in my ear.  "I'll count you in, I will
be watching the tape and I will count you down from five to zero, you then
count to three in your head and then start swinging." I nodded in
agreement, dried my hand on the towel then dipped my hand in rosin to dry
my hand completely.  I heard the countdown in my ears, counted to three and
then swung hard, I felt the impact through my wrist as a red line sprang
into view, Jason called one, I made a second harder swing, I could see
Tracy's bum flatten under the blow and a second red line one inch below the
first, the next three lashes dropped down an inch with the fifth lash
landing in the crease between her bum and thighs.  I could see the red line
across her bum cheeks and a fainter line across her labia which were pushed
up and out by her thighs, the scream was beautifully loud, I changed
position for the last stroke, diagonally across her buttocks, crossing the
first scars and the labia.  The scream of anguish was cut short as her eyes
rolled up and her eyelids closed, she had fainted with the pain.  Becky
went across with the ammonia bottle and waved it under Tracy's nose, she
came round quickly and her screams restarted.  A ripple of applause started
and soon the rest of the class joined in.  The head raised his hand and it
stopped.  "I agree with your sentiments, well done Mr.  Clive.  It is time
to take Tracy to the correction centre, she will be brought back to school
on Friday for punishment, unless it is decided to send her to court for
attacking Mr.  Clive with her knife, but first she will be displayed in the
main entrance whilst she awaits her transport, Jason can you give me a
memory stick with the video of the punishment on it?  Thanks." The security
detail unclipped Tracy from my caning station and dragged her out to the
main hall, the head took the memory stick so her school friends and enemies
could watch repeats of her punishment, as she was dragged past I could see
drops of blood running down her buttocks.  I turned to the rest of the
class.  "Students, today you have, I hope, learned an important lesson. 
You will now come to school each day ready to learn.  On Friday you will be
taking a test.  I will be examining you on all areas that you have studied
since you joined this school.  If you don't come in on Friday, without your
parents coming to school to explain your absence, the discipline section
will be visiting your house and taking you to the correction centre, you
would know it as the young offenders' institution.  The current inmates are
being fast-tracked through the courts for resentencing under the new
guidelines.  The yobs, thieves and those obsessed with stealing cars will
have learned their new punishments today or tomorrow.  Those to be caned
and or birched will have their sentences carried out today and tomorrow,
those being whipped will have their sentences as and when there are spaces
on the hospital wing." I saw a hand go up.  "Yes Johnson, what's your
question?" "Isn't this new punishment regime a breach of our human rights
sir?" "I'm glad you asked that Johnson, the answer is probably yes, but
then the original crimes committed breached other people's human rights. 
Take those in this class for example who received the cane this afternoon,
do you want me to list all the occasions they breached my human rights, the
insults, the assaults, the number of times other students had their rights
breached, need I go on?" "No sir, sorry sir." "Now where was I, oh yes,
those who had assaulted others or committed other very serious crimes will
be whipped and then returned to their cells, after they have recovered in
the hospital wing.  Only those who have carried out violent crimes will be
kept in prison, unless of course they are executed, the rest will do
community service and receive corporal punishment.  I have mentioned
execution: that will be for murder, manslaughter during the commission of a
crime and rape where a weapon is used to threaten the victim.  Oh yes and
actual bodily harm on a member of a school staff, from the lowliest
cleaner, through the volunteer aides and up to the teachers and heads: that
could result in a public whipping followed by execution.  Tracy was very
lucky I disarmed her before she was able to stab me.  That would have been
an absolute offence, it would have been filmed and she would have been
executed, with no appeal.  Execution would be carried out after the
criminal had received his or her corporal punishment.  In fact Tracy could
still face the death penalty if a court decided to be harsh."
The students faces were uniformly stunned, I could see them realising
the results of a riotous day in school or night out if they continued to
behave as they had in the past.  The silent students quietly left the class
room; they were able to stop outside the door and dress.  I spoke with my

aides and reminded them to read up on their rights and responsibilities.

   I arrived in my class on Friday morning; the previous day had been easy
as those who had been caned were shocked into behaving.  I had prepared the
exam papers, the first three papers were multiple choice papers covering
work from their earliest years in the school, the final paper covered their
last two years.  This morning's work would be used to regrade them into the
year suitable for their knowledge, no student would be allowed to fail in
future, they would just be dropped back into lower classes.  I sensed
students arriving, I looked up and saw Jason at his normal seat, but
standing behind it, I then realised all the students were standing, the
only absentee's were Tracy, she was still in the correction centre and
Britney and Doug who had already been transferred into the disciplinary
class.  "Good morning students, you may sit, don't turn over the papers."
There was a response of good morning sir and then the scrape of chairs. 
"You have three papers in front of you, they are multiple choice and they
cover the first three years of school.  You have until ten thirty to
complete them; you will then have a thirty minute break before you take the
last two papers which will cover your last two years here.  You will then
go to lunch and your papers will be graded on a score from seven to eleven.
When you return after lunch you will be transferred to the class that your
grade indicates.  That means if you get a grade seven you will be joining
the eleven year olds and so on.  You will wear the uniform for that grade.
You will only leave this school when you pass your year eleven exams and
not before, oh yes and you will receive the same number of strokes of the
cane on your bare bottoms as the number of grades you drop.  If you score
grade eleven you will be able to take the sixth form tests and maybe move
up, if you do move up you will be graduated from year eleven.  You will in
future be tested at the end of each term.  Turn over your papers and
start."

   I sat back and watched my students working feverishly, in many ways I
felt sorry for those I knew would drop to lower grades, but it was their
own fault, they were the ones who failed to do the work.  Ten thirty came
and I called out.  "Stop writing; make sure your name and date of birth is
on the top of each sheet." I then went around the room collecting up the
sheets.  I had just got back to my seat when the door opened and two
members of staff came in with bottles of water for the students and a tray
of coffee for me.  After they had been distributed they made an
announcement.  "The court has been in contact with the school, Tracy's case
is taking place in five minutes, if you need the toilets go now, everyone
else is being held back so that you can be finished and be back here in
five minutes as any of you may be called as witnesses." I sat back and
drank my coffee and read the notes that had been given to me about the
case. I didn't have long to wait before the projector lit up and the
picture of the court room appeared on the classroom screen and on my desk
monitor.  Tracy was stood in the dock handcuffed to two warders, there was
the table for the defence and prosecution teams and there was the bench
with three judges.  The centre judge stood up.  "Welcome to the schools
court for the first case of assault with a deadly weapon against a member
of a school staff, this is a capital offence." There was a collective gasp
in the classroom, including me, I hadn't realised they were going to try
Tracy at that level.  "We will see the video evidence from Wednesday and we
judges will then decide the case.  We will then hear from Mr Clive the
subject of the assault and then pass sentence." With that we saw the video
with Tracy coming at me with the knife and being disarmed and restrained.
"It is very clear the prisoner was guilty of a premeditated assault with a
deadly weapon.  Tracy I pronounce you guilty: before we decide on the
sentence we need to hear from your intended victim.  Mr Clive." I stood up
in front of the classroom camera.  "On Wednesday afternoon Tracy and a lot
of other students got a horrifying shock, they were brought up against
corporal punishment for the first time in their lives.  Tracy reacted by
playacting, unfortunately for her she had access to a knife, whether it was
hers or another's I do not know.  She was among the ringleaders in this
class and I suspect that she was pushed along by peer pressure. 
Fortunately for Tracy I have been trained in self defence so was able to
disarm her.  Though I suspect if I hadn't she would not have completed her
assault.  I ask the court's clemency for my student." I slumped back into
my chair to wait the decision of the judges.  I was feeling sick as Tracy
was brought forward and her handcuffs clipped to the overhead rail in front
of the bench, Tracy's jumpsuit was stripped from her and she was left
standing nude before the court, her school and the country.  "Tracy you
have been found guilty of the premeditated assault on Mr Clive.  We have
heard his plea for clemency for you; however we need to make an example of
you.  You are therefore sentenced to death; Tracy's scream joined the
stunned shouts in my classroom.  However, for this first offence to be
tried in the schools court we will commute the sentence.  You will be
birched in this court along with the first lashes of the cat o nine tails.
You will receive thirty lashes of the heavy birch and seventy lashes of the
cat spread over whatever period is needed to allow your body to recover. 
When your punishment is complete and you have recovered, you will return to
your school and will spend every break in the stocks in the main hall with
the marks on your nude body being a physical example to your colleagues. 
You will be able to thank Mr Clive for the leniency of this court as
otherwise you would have been taken to a place of execution after you had
received all your lashes." The court nurse then went up to Tracy and fixed
the defibrillator pads to her chest with hooks, connected the blood
pressure cuff to one arm and an oxygen monitor to her finger on the other
arm, she then nodded to the warders.  It was brutal listening to Tracy
scream in agony as the birch laced her back and thighs with red streaks,
she needed three rest periods to recover from the birching; she then hung
for five minutes whilst the nurse inserted the intravenous line.  Tracy
endured forty lashes of the cat before the defibrillator operated.  She was
left hanging there for fifteen minutes, blood pouring down her back, tears
streaming down her face and her voice hoarse with screaming.  Finally she
was anaesthetised for her journey back to the correction centre.  I was
glad I had been able to watch it on my small desk monitor and didn't have
to watch it in life size colour.  We were twenty minutes late restarting
testing, but that would be the same for the whole school.  The exam was
soon over and the students left to get their meals, those who could face it
after the events in court this morning.  I fed the last of the test sheets
into the marker in my office at the back of the classroom.  I sat there not
even looking at the results of the first sets of tests.  The door quietly
opened and Ruth, one of my aides walked in with a tray of lunch and a flask
of coffee.  She stopped and locked the door.  "I didn't think you would
want to be with your colleagues after the events of this morning." "You're
right there Ruth, that was a sickening show, when I thought they were going
to execute the silly tart I very nearly threw up over my desk." "Same here
sir, I managed to hold it back though.  I have been reading the new school
legislation and found some interesting changes regarding relationships
between student aides and teachers.  They are regarded in the same light as
relationships between teachers and other paid staff, the aide must go on
camera and make the declaration that they are willing for there to be a
relationship, then that is it, everything then agreed on by the parties
involved is legal." She moved in front of the camera on my computer.  "I
declare that I Ruth Mercer want to have a relationship with Mr Clive." With
that she moved forward and sat on my lap.  "Do you want to have a
relationship with me sir?" "Well I didn't know about this particular
change, can you show me 'cos I don't want to get on the wrong side of the
law.  Then if you're right I'll talk about it." "If you just let me on your
laptop sir, ah yes, here we are sir, look." "Ok Ruth, you had better start
calling me Martin out of the classroom, you are a beautiful young lady, I
love your hair and eyes, may I kiss you?" For answer her hands went round
my neck and drew my lips in for a kiss, her lips opened and her tongue
fought its way between my lips as we started to revel in our first kiss, I
was only nine years older than Ruth and I enjoyed allowing my hands to
wander gently over her body.  I drew back from her oh so tasty lips. 
"Ruth, I must finish this regrading otherwise your colleagues will return
and I won't have the results." I logged into my classroom portal and found
the results of the regrading, all of my aides had passed their year eleven
work with flying colours, for the rest oh dear, one girls and three boys
would be going down to year seven; two girls and a boy to year eight, and
one girl and three boys to year 10, a total of eleven children going down,
the rest were flaky but just got passing grades, what was interesting was
that they had all done reasonably well on what I had taught them.  The one
going down to years seven and eight would be the most unhappy as they would
have to wear the lower school uniform, white shirt, shorts and grey socks
for the boys and either a dress or gymslip with a blouse, both with white
knee socks for the girls, plus of course the three and four strokes of the
cane.  I had nine children coming up grades, including one girl from year
seven, she was going to jump from the bottom of the school to the top and
would be able to select the length of her skirts or dresses and wear
stockings or tights if she wanted.  Ruth went out into the classroom and
headed off for a quick bite to eat whilst I pulled the records of those
students who were going to be moved.  I sent a requisition down for new
uniforms for those going down to year seven and eight; that would be fun
watching them get changed into their junior uniforms.  The eleven would all
be stripped below the waist for their canings.  Then I would have the
pleasure of watching their embarrassment as they dressed in the junior
uniforms.  The girls into their miniskirt length gymslips; the boys into
their short grey shorts.  The students filed into class and took their
places behind their chairs.  I walked round with the exam papers and the
results, those who were being downgraded I sent to the front of the class.
When I was finished I walked back to the front of the class, I lined the
eleven up, with the ones going down to year seven at the far end of the
line.  "I assume you eleven know what you are doing out the front?" I got
shakes of the head.  "Well you all failed your tests and you are being
downgraded," I came to the first four, "you are going down to year ten, the
next three are going down to year eight and you last four are going down to
year seven.  You have only yourselves to blame, now strip off so that you
are ready for a bare bottom caning, you first four come out carrying your
clothes, receive your stroke and Jason will take you down to the head of
year ten." I pointed to each child in turn and pointed to my caning
station. I gave each student a very hard swipe of the cane, the new redline
sprang up to match those from Wednesday.  I handed their transcripts to
Jason to take down to year ten.  Then I turned to the remaining seven
students, "when you have received your stripes stand over there in the
corner until I have finished with you all, now who will go first?" There
was an immediate shuffling around in the line and the stronger boys got to
the back.  "I see, so you are trying to be gentlemen, ladies first.  Well
ladies you will be pleased to know that my final strokes in training were
always harder than my first.  You, bend over." I took the first swipe and
Debbie reared back.  "Ruth, can you come and hold Debbie's hands so she
can't move out of position?" Ruth moved up and knelt at the front of the
caning station, holding Debbie's hands over the front edge and gave the
remaining two strokes, by the second stroke she was keening in pain, Shelby
was next, I had to give her four strokes and Ruth held her for them all,
she too was screaming after the second blow.  Jody was the last of the
girls, she just grunted as the cane hit her pretty bum until I gave her the
final swipe when she broke and screamed.  Then came the boys, I swapped my
light cane for the heavier one, it would give more pain for the same
effort. I soon had them jumping up and down rubbing their bums.  "Right now
you can strip off completely as you will be wearing a new uniform, white
blouses or shirts with the lower school tie and grey shorts and socks for
you boys and a gymslip and long white socks for the girls, oh yes grey Y
fronts for the boys and navy blue knickers for the girls." Oh dear, their
faces were scarlet as they blushed putting on their new uniforms, their
classmates were screaming with laughter, I think that was the worst part of
the punishment for them.  My aides were then given their transcripts and
led them down to their new classes.  I just had to wait for my new students
to arrive.  The year seven girl was first through the door, closely
followed by the year eight girl, they were both wearing the blue blouses
and navy skirts of the senior school and had on sheer nylons, they were
very proud of the way they looked.  "Will you give me your transcripts
please; I will wait for the arrival of the rest of the students and the
return of my aides.  Are either of you aides?" They both said yes sir, I
put took their transcripts but didn't need to check their names, I took
both of them for their English classes and knew they were both excellent
students, their names, Sadie from year seven and Enya from year eight, I
sat them in the front row.  The rest of the new students arrived five girls
and two boys.  My aides then returned and I asked them to sort the new
students out, we had two more aides joining us one girl from class nine,
Rachel, and a boy from class ten, Stuart.  The afternoon tests for those in
my class who wanted to move up to the sixth form went well, Ruth told me
she didn't want to test up, in one way I was pleased, I would still have
her for my English classes along with registration and health classes and
general studies.  The afternoon was soon finished.  We worked on the new
legislation; I kept well clear of the area about staff relationships.  I
didn't want to give my students any more ideas.  The end of the day came
and I dismissed the class with instructions to read up the new legislation.
"For homework this weekend I want you to understand this new legislation, I
want you to check especially what will happen if you don't do the homework.
You will be returning to your normal timetable on Monday morning after the
morning break.  The first double period will be with me; I will be testing
you on what you have learned over the weekend, here are your worksheets to
help you, Just as a friendly word of warning, don't forget to bring these
back on Monday.  Page 6 paragraph 3 will explain why.  Goodbye and see you
next week." There was an uneven response.  "Goodbye sir."

   I took all the new transcripts into my back room, I had been there less
than five minutes when I heard the door open and then close and lock, I
looked up and saw Ruth and Enya.  Ruth nudged Enya.

   "I declare that I Enya Parfitt want to have a relationship with Martin
Clive." I had been stunned to see that they were both nude, Enya was almost
boyish in shape, just the slightest hint of breast development.

   "Enya, I'm sorry but even with the law change, aren't you still too
young to have a relationship with me?"

   "Oh no sir, when I agreed to be a student aide I took on not only the
duties and responsibilities of a classroom assistant, I also took on the
privileges, look sir, here on my information sheet." I looked and she was
correct.  "I rang my father on my way to your class, he's a barrister, oops
I broke the rules on phoning during class time and you'll have to punish
me." I saw her mouth the word please.  "Over my knee young lady." "Will you
be nude please sir, it will be so much better?" "I stood up and stripped
off; my cock sprang free of my pants and it stood up to welcome them.  I
sat back down and Enya slipped across my knee, I slid my hand round her
small bum and found her pussy was soaking.  I gave her six spanks across
her slim white buttocks, I could feel her shuddering with pleasure, Ruth
knelt down beside her and slid her hands under Enya's breast buds; on the
last stroke I angled my hand to hit her pussy lips, oh how she writhed as
her orgasm hit, when she recovered she jumped up and nodded to Ruth who
grasped my cock and held it up, Enya bent her knees and slid her pussy over
the helmet of my cock, I felt the slightest hesitation as my cock pushed
through her hymen and then she was all the way down, pube to pube and chest
to chest.  She was shuddering in delight.  I had felt every ridge and bump
as her tight fuck tube slid down my cock; it was hard work trying to move
her up and down my cock as she was beyond conscious movement.  I grasped
Enya with one arm and held out my other to Ruth, "Help me up please Ruth, I
need to move." Ruth pulled and I managed to stand, Enya slid further down
my cock with a groan of pleasure, I moved to my desk and laid her down on
the edge and started to fuck the little sprite.  I was stood there sliding
in and out of her tight tube, I looked down and saw the coronet of red
around my cock as I slid out of her post virginal body, her belly showing
the movement inside her.  I slid my hands up her taut abdomen and onto her
ribs, to play with her new grown nubs.  Ruth joined us and started kissing
us, first me and then Enya, I moved one hand to encompass Ruth's body, my
fingers playing with her gently rounded boob.  "Will you make love to me
after Enya, Martin?  I have had the implant so I will be safe." Enya
continued to shudder as her pussy tried to milk me of my cum, it felt as if
she was trying to rip me off at the root, finally her orgasm ended and she
released my cock.  I slid out and moved back to allow me to clean her
opened pussy, I delighted in the cocktail of our cum and her virginal
blood. Ruth knelt down and took me into her mouth to clean me and bring me
back to hardness, finally I was rock hard and Enya was clean, but out of
it. She moved up beside Enya and took Enya's hand as she said to me.  "Take
me Martin, I'm ready for you." She grasped the head of my cock and guided
me to her pussy, I felt the blockage as I entered her pussy.  "Break me
Martin break me." I pushed hard and heard her squeal of pain as I tore
through her hymen.  I stopped and allowed her pussy to get used to the feel
of me in her body, finally she wriggled and drew me further in, I enjoyed
the feeling of ploughing through uncharted waters, feeling the walls of her
pussy stretch out before the inward thrust of my cock head.  I was soon
riding my lover hard, bottoming out with an inch or two of cock still
outside of her pussy.  I slipped a hand between us to tease her clit, then
she was cumming on my cock, the spasms in her pussy drew me to my
completion, I was pouring out my sperm deep into her pussy, where it was
intermingling with her cum and virginal blood, I leant forward to kiss her
sweet lips, our tongues entwining in a dance of love.  "Oh Ruth, I didn't
expect this to happen." "Oh I have fancied you for a while, Enya recognised
my feelings for you, which is why she wanted to join me this afternoon, can
we visit you tomorrow, where do you live?" I explained where my house was,
and why I had kept it secret before.

   "Well can we come round tomorrow morning about 10." Enya said.  "Dad
will drop us off." "Is that wise?" Enya opened her eyes.  "Dad already
knows what I had planned for this afternoon; how old are you anyway
Martin?" "I'm twenty five, this year." "Just over double my age, but you
are good to us, can you bring your cane home with you, I want to try it
out, or rather I want you to try it out on me, we haven't got time to do
anymore this afternoon, can you give us slips for our parents saying we
were delayed at school as teachers aides?" "Ok my lover, but we had better
go over to the sink and clean up as otherwise people will know what we have
been up to." I slid out of Ruth, then kissed Enya's pussy, I had a quick
nibble of her clit before sliding two fingers into her pussy, I was pulling
out cum and blood, I dived in and ate her out, sending my tongue on a
voyage of discovery, beautiful fresh pussy, overlaid with the taste of
blood, a lovely tasty virgins cocktail.  I gave her another cum and then
helped her to her feet and led her over to the sink, I soon had her cleaned
up and smelling of fresh girl pussy rather than well fucked pussy.  I
helped Ruth with her clean up.  Then I watched as they picked up their
clothes from the floor by the door where they had put them as they came in
and joined me.  I led them through the deserted class room.  Enya turned to
me.  "Thank you for giving me such pleasure, I'm looking forward to
tomorrow morning." With that she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and
danced out the door with Ruth.  I turned back to finish sorting out my jobs
before heading for home.

   I had a busy evening tidying up my house, I even got the Hoover out, I
sorted out fresh bed linen for me to put on the bed after I got up in the
morning, I put on my security jacket and left for my evening run, I decided
that with the new laws in place I would be able to run in my home area
rather than having to drive to the running track.  I saw a number of
students as I ran, some I had taught and others I just knew from school. 
The only comments I got were good evening sir.  I ran home and locked up
behind me, a quick swill under the shower and I was ready to settle down
for the evening.  I started my preparation for next week's lessons.  I
settled down early as I had had a tiring week, it had been an emotional
roller coaster as I waited for the law lords decision, and then the
stunning changes in the classroom, I discovered that I must have a sadistic
streak as I physically enjoyed caning my students, I'm not sure if any of
them actually saw the hard on I developed whilst wielding the cane.  Then
as for Friday afternoon with Ruth and Enya!  That was unexpected.  I
decided to carefully read about the rights and privileges of school aides.
Ruth had been correct about herself, she was over sixteen, the age of
consent in Britain, and the new law overwrote the law about people in
authority having sex with those they are in authority of.  For Enya it was
more complicated.  It was to do with the fact that she had been appointed
as a school aide in her previous year group.  She had then been promoted to
a higher year group because she had proved she knew the other year groups
work.  She then assumed the rights and responsibilities of her new, year
group; Ruth was over 16 and free to have a relationship with me.  I suspect
my being able to have an affair with a student was an example of unintended
consequences of the new legislation, but anyway I was now able to have a
relationship with Ruth and Enya.  I turned the late night news on and was
surprised to see that Tracy's court appearance was headline news, they had
got the pictures of me caning her, and then edited pictures of her birching
and finally close-ups of her whipping, they had brought together the
pictures of her face, with her hair clipped back out of the way, so we
could see her face register every blow, the heart monitors and her back, it
was a brutal film, but judging by the interviews with young people
afterwards the effect had been educational, they interviewed a couple of
students who had been expelled for assaulting members of staff, they were
asked the obvious question and they agreed that if the new law had been in
place they wouldn't have carried out the assaults they did.  I went to bed
a lot more optimistic with my teaching future than I had the previous term.
I woke the following morning and thought of what had happened after school,
the interlude with Ruth and Enya, and then the afternoon staff meeting. 
The atmosphere in the staff room was very different to the previous Friday,
the staff had finally taken back, or more precisely been given back control
of the school.  The biggest topic of conversation was Tracy's behaviour and
her punishment.  My colleagues told me the effect on their classes of
hearing the death penalty being imposed on a school friend, and then the
relief on hearing it commuted.  Then the students had to watch the birching
and flogging.  It was a brutal punishment, but then Tracy's actions had
been potentially life threatening.  I prepared my breakfast and finished
off my preparations for next week's teaching, it was strange to have to
really think about my study plans, knowing that all the students would be
receptive and of an ability to understand.  I had just cleared away my work
and my breakfast things when I heard a car pull up outside the house; I
went to the door and found Ruth, Sadie, Enya and her dad.  He was the first
to speak.  "Mr Clive may I have a word in private with you?" My heart
leaped into my throat, I could only nod and led him into my study.  "Mr
Clive, or may I call you Martin?" I nodded.  "Enya told me on the phone
yesterday afternoon what she planned, it's alright, we talk about
everything.  I knew she was interested in sex, and I knew she was
interested in you.  You fulfilled all her dreams of losing her virginity
yesterday, I just ask that you don't harm her; I know she asked you to
bring your cane home.  I have brought this," he held out a bell, "when you
beat her, she is to hold this in her hand; if she drops it you stop the
beating." He saw my face and laughed.  "You thought you were in trouble
didn't you?" I nodded.  "Well the only trouble you have is keeping three
girls satisfied." He opened the door and called for the girls to come in.
Sadie was in the lead; this tiny sprite blushed and then slowly stripped in
front of Enya's father and me.  "Mr Parfitt, Mr.  Clive, I hereby declare
that I Sadie Lewis, aged eleven want to have a full sexual relationship
with Mr.  Clive." As she finished her body gave a shiver, her short,
bubbly, wavy hair danced in the light, she looked a treat.  "Ok Sadie, you
may." "Oh thank you sir." With that she leapt into my arms and kissed me,
eighty pounds of lean body, she was all of four and a half foot tall.  Her
legs were gripped around my waist and her tongue was forcing its way
between my lips.  Mr.  Parfitt turned to me "I think you will be very busy
for the time being, I'll see myself out.  I heard the snip on the front
door being released and then the clunk of the door closing.  "Mr.  Clive,
Mr.  Clive, will you fuck me first this morning?" "Well Sadie, we have to
discuss it with the other two girls, well women really;" I think I got my
answer when Ruth and Enya started to strip me of my clothes, I wasn't
wearing much, a tracksuit and that was it, my floors were warm and being
tiled were too slippery to wear socks on there own.  One hand was released
from Sadie's small body at a time to enable my arms to be drawn out of the
sleeves.  "Shall we go to my bedroom?" For answer Ruth and Enya lead me out
of my study, I pointed to my room and we were soon there, Ruth and Enya had
stripped off as we went.  I laid Sadie on a towel on the bed and dived for
her young pussy, she smelt so fresh and tasty that I started to lick up her
copious juices which were starting to run down her slim thighs.  I slid a
finger between her love lips and was soon testing out her hymen.  Ruth and
Enya were at work sucking on her nipples and between us we soon had her
thrashing about on the bed in orgasm, I was nipping at her clit as I used
my fingers to retract the hood.  As we lifted her to her third orgasm I
moved up the bed to cover her body, Enya grabbed my cock and watching
carefully placed it at the entrance to Sadie's love tunnel, I slid in and
reached her barrier, I humped her gently as Enya gently pinched her clit;
as Sadie crashed into her third orgasm I punched through her hymen, there
was a gentle scream and then a sigh of pleasure as I stopped short of
slamming to the bottom of her tight well.  I waited for Sadie to start
moving against me before sliding my cock home into her tight welcoming
pussy.  She was a delight, her blonde curly hair spread out over the towel,
her face was lit up with a huge smile and her hot tight pussy was squeezing
my cock as I slid through the mixture of her blood and lubrication.  I
could feel every ridge of her pussy as I gently made love to her.  Finally
I could hold no longer and my cum exploded into her tight nest, squirting
out around my cock carrying blood with it to cover my cock and balls in a
coating of red and white.  "I can feel it wet and hot in me," then she
screamed through her next orgasm.  I couldn't continue my cock head was too
sensitive.  I drew out of her, drawing a mixture of blood and cum from her
young body, Enya dived in and proceeded to clean Sadie before she cleaned
me with her long wet tongue.  Ruth was busy comforting Sadie by suckling on
her fried egg titties.  When Enya had finished cleaning up we slid the
bloodstained towel from under Sadie's bum, you could see the scarlet of her
blood mixed with the white of my cum.  "Sadie, here's the proof that you
were truly a virgin when you made love to me." "Oh Mr.  Clive, that was so
good, it was much better than I was expecting." I smiled and kissed away
the two tears in the corners of her eyes.  "Sadie if you're old enough to
make love to me, you are old enough to call me Martin when you are out of
school.  I gently caressed her young body, my hands sliding up her belly
and chest, feeling the definition of her ribs as she lay on her back, her
little titties were just raised mounds topped with erect nipples. 
"Martin?" "Yes Enya." "Can you cane me please; Ruth has said I could be
next." "Ok darling, will you fetch my case and your fathers bell from the
study please?" Enya slid off the bed and padded out the door, Ruth and
Sadie moved up the bed to lean against the bed head as Enya returned
carrying my case with the canes in.  I slid off the bed and took the case
and the bell.  I moved her across to the chest of drawers and bent her
over, gripping the back edge with her hands.  I gave her the bell and she
took it awkwardly.  I moved back to the bed and collected a couple of
pillows; I folded them and stuffed them under her belly to help support
herself.  I opened the case and took out two canes, one thick and firm, the
other thin and whippy.  "Which cane do you want me to use Enya?" "I think
the thin one, but can you try the thick one for a couple of strokes first?"
"Ok love, but remember if you want me to stop caning you, you drop that
bell." "Ok Martin, but first give me a kiss." I leant in and kissed her
sweet lips, we shared tongues, then I stood up and took up the heavy cane,
I tapped her white bum to position myself and then swung, I could see her
buttocks ripple under the impact, I moved the aiming point and swung a
second time, both times gave a solid crack on impact and Enya sucked in her
breath.  Then I changed canes, I repositioned myself and started to cane
her bum, the whoosh of the cane was a higher pitch and the impact was less,
fewer and shallower ripples on her bum and less marking, I was painting her
bum with pink between the deep red lines of the first caning, I gave her
six and then caressed her hot red bum.  "Ooh that feels good, painful but
good." I then started on a second six, I got see the evidence on her body
as she became more aroused, Sadie came over to me and whispered in my ear.

   "On the last one swing it up between her legs, you can see how wet she
is getting." I ducked down and could see her juices glistening on her bare
labia, I moved slightly, checked for position without warning her of my
intentions, and swung, there was a wet splat, her body convulsed in pain,
then I could see she was cumming, I slid my hand in and slid my finger in,
her orgasm redoubled, the bell dropped.  "Fuck me Martin, fuck me." I
dropped the cane and moved forward, Sadie positioned me against Enya's
pussy and I slid home into her hot wet tube, Sadie slipped her hand in
front of Enya's pussy and started playing with her clit as Ruth played with
Enya's young nipples.  I was driving hard into her tight pussy, every time
I impacted on her red bum there was a sharp indrawn hiss of breath, I went
to pull out and Enya reached behind to grab me.  "Don't stop Martin, I'm
loving it." I continued with my movements driving her forward until her
legs hit the front of the chest of drawers, I was all the way home in her
tight pussy, my cock head up against her cervix.  We soon had her thrashing
in continual orgasm, until finally her head dropped onto the chest of
drawers, her body limp and floppy.  I pulled out and between us we carried
her over to the bed.  I hadn't cum and Ruth said to me.  "I'm more than
ready, please take me." We moved to the bed and I slid between Ruth's slim
thighs and she took my slimy cock and slid it into her waiting pussy, she
was right, her pussy was sopping, I slid my hands under her legs and lifted
them to my shoulder, it gave me that extra depth of penetration.  She
grunted every time my body reached its maximum penetration.  I dipped my
head and kissed Ruth's sweet lips, our pleasure was so great that we
couldn't take the time to swap tongues, we just kissed and fucked.  I
brought her to her first orgasm and continued going, she was reaching the
heights for a second time when my cum exploded into her body.  I groaned
with pleasure and then felt her tense and release into another orgasm as my
cum painted her cervix and the rest of her pussy.  I dropped down onto her,
unable to hold myself up on my arms.  We kissed then I rolled us over onto
my back.  Her tits bored into my chest and I was able to caress them after
releasing her legs.  Ruth slowly disentangled her legs and dropped them
back alongside mine, I could hear her wince as she briefly moved into a
splits position on me and then dropped her legs either side of mine, she
lifted her head and kissed me, her tongue slowly sliding between my lips.
"Oh Martin, this is so good, you're still hard, can you keep going?" "Yes
lover," I continued to drill into her young body, we were finally rejoined
by Sadie and Enya getting involved.  I could feel a finger sliding into the
dark depths of my bum, reaching out and wriggling to find my prostate. 
Suddenly I was tensed up and then started to pour my cum into Ruth, the
other one then smacked my occupied bum, I responded with yet more cum
filling Ruth's pussy.  My pleasure was rising higher and higher.  I could
take no more, I had reached the peak and my vision was going, I could hold
no longer and I flopped onto Ruth's young body.  I carefully rolled onto my
back drawing Ruth over with me, Enya and Sadie curled up against me and we
cuddled our way to sleep, we had worn ourselves out.  But oh how
delightful. Time passed and I woke up in midafternoon.  I slid down the bed
leaving my three golden girls behind.  I had a quick stop in the bathroom
to use the facilities and have a quick shower.  I then moved to the kitchen
where I started preparing a meal, first on the agenda was a large batch of
bread dough and a pan of tomato sauce.  I kneaded the dough and split it
into two balls to sit on the pizza dishes and rise.  I went back to the
bedroom.  "Good afternoon girls, I have got dinner preparing; pizza's. 
What toppings do you like?" The responses were pepperoni, ham, bacon,
pineapple, mushrooms and olives along with mixed peppers to add to the
colour.  The three girls went into the bathroom as I returned in all my
glory to the kitchen.  I soon had the pizzas ready for the oven.  I checked
on the girls and then put the pizzas into cook.  I was soon joined by the
girls who started to prepare drinks.  Then it was time to dish up; freshly
cooked homemade pizza.  It was delicious, I took advantage of a dollop of
tomato sauce that dripped onto Ruth's boob, and it was very tasty to say
the least.  We were soon finished our food and moved through into the
lounge to watch TV, Sadie claimed my lap whilst Enya and Ruth snuggled in
against my sides.  It was soon the time that had been arranged for Enya's
dad to pick them up; it had been an exciting day for us all.  We quickly
dressed and were waiting for Mr.  Parfitt.  I invited him in whilst the
girls collected their bits and pieces.  He looked at the girls, and then
turned to me.

   "Well I can see that they have enjoyed themselves, how have you managed
though?" "Pretty well, we spaced it out through the day, the girls were
very well behaved." I smiled in pleasure at my memories of the day.  After
they had left I went back to my bedroom and changed into my running gear
and set off for a run through the streets to the park, it was a crisp cold
night as I entered the paths leading through the woods; I could feel the
extra weight of my security pack high on my shoulders.  I was turning to
head for home when I heard a scream cut short.  I changed direction and
approached the area of the scream, I could see two girls being stripped by
a gang of young men, I could see packs of beer lying around, this was
evidently a booze fuelled assault.  I pressed my emergency button and
watched, hoping back up would arrive before the attack developed any
further, I looked around in the gloom feeling for anything I could use as a
weapon.  I found a three foot long piece of branch, I moved closer and then
the youths started to beat the girls, two of the lads had opened their
flies and were telling the girls how they were going to enjoy them.  I
decided that I had to start before the girls were seriously injured or
raped.  I moved forward until I was just behind them, and then bellowed. 
"STOP!  I am a teacher and this is to stop now." As I expected the lads
turned towards me.  "You are to move away from the girls and stand against
those trees." That was all I got out before the leaders attacked.  I took
the first three or four down with my branch, then I was under a melee of
fists and kicks.  I continued to deal out damage because of my martial arts
training.  I could see that two of the lads had moved away and the two
girls had started to help me.  I realised the degree of trouble I was in
when I heard the crack, crack, crack, crack of a gun, I went down with
bullets in my chest, legs and an arm.  Fortunately the sirens could be
heard driving through the park and the young men tried to flee.  The two
girls and the two lads who had dropped out of the assault started to help
me; I could feel spurts of blood from my thigh.  I could feel my body
getting colder as my lifeblood pumped away through my torn femoral artery.
Then I could feel the steely grip as one of the young men put pressure on
the pressure point of my thigh.  The next half hour was full of confusing
images as the paramedics worked to stabilise me.  I was lying on the
stretcher when Mr.  Parfitt walked over and knelt beside me.  "Martin, I
can only give you my thanks for saving my eldest daughter tonight, I am
forever in your debt." I could only mumble through the oxygen mask as the
ambulance crews finally carried my stretcher to the ambulance, I pulled it
down briefly.  "Those two boys didn't participate in my beating and one of
them saved my life." The mask was forced back over my mouth and nose. 
"Don't try to talk, Lizzy has already told me." With that I was away in the
ambulance, bags of haemocell and saline swaying above my stretcher as they
tried to stabilise my body.  I could hear the wail of the two tone sirens
clearing the path for me, I was still cold and shivery as the ambulance
drew up outside the doors of the hospital, I remember my clothes being cut
off and then a cold feeling in my arm as anaesthetic was pumped into my
body.  That was all I knew for the next couple of days.  I woke; I could
hear a steady beep, beep beside me and a bell ringing further away.  A hand
touched my forehead.  "Are you awake Martin?" I couldn't speak through the
tube in my throat.  I fought to open my eyes and saw a blue clothed nurse
looking down on me.  "You're doing fine Mr.  Clive, the doctor will be
along shortly and there will be some very relieved people." The doctor
joined us.  "Let's see how you are doing," he checked all my monitors and
drips, "now if you understand what I am saying blink three times." I
blinked three times.  "Ah that's good, now how are you feeling any pain? 
One blink for yes, two for no." I gave a single blink; all I could think
about was the pain racking my body.  I saw a syringe attached to the needle
in my arm and soon the blessed release from pain, time passed.  And the
doctor returned.  "Martin, I'm going to disconnect the breathing tube from
the tube coming out of your mouth, if you can breathe on your own then I
will take that tube out of your throat." Suddenly the air stopped coming
into my lungs, it took me a moment to think how to breathe.  Then I was
away, for the first twenty breaths I had to think about each breath, then
it suddenly became automatic.  "That's better Martin, nurse is just
releasing the cuff, now cough." There was a funny sliding feeling as the
breathing tube came up from my lungs.  My throat felt like raw hamburger.
"Take a sip of this iced water.  I did and slowly swallowed.  I was then
aware of another tube in my nose.  I nearly went cross eyed trying to look
at it.  "That tube goes into your stomach; we are keeping it drained as the
surgery affected your bowel.  If you look to your right you will see a tube
coming out of your neck, that is carrying food from the bag over your bed
into your blood stream and you have a catheter in place to stop you wetting
the bed.  Just to add to your hard ware; you have an external fixator on
your left thigh as you lost some bone to the bullet, your right thigh has
an internal rod in the bone and we have pinned and plated your left arm. 
Unfortunately with all of that you can't use crutches to get about and you
won't be able to look after yourself at home.  So you will be staying here
for the next week or so and then Mr.  Parfitt has said that you will be
able to live in their home.  Now are you up to visitors, as Mr.  Parfitt
and daughters are outside?" "Yes, it will be good to see them." The door to
my room opened and I could hear them coming over, I recognised Enya and Mr.
Parfitt.  "Hello Mr.  Parfitt and Enya." "Hello Martin, this is my eldest
daughter Elizabeth, but we all call her Lizzy, you saved her the other
night." In my mind I was suddenly back in the park, the attack going on,
then I was aware of Lizzy and Enya on their knees by my bed comforting me
and re assuring me that it was all over.  I returned to my bed and the two
girls by me.  "I'm sorry about that Martin; you are getting better after
the beating and bullets you took.  Can you remember what the doctor told
you about your body?" "Yes, well I think so; I don't think I'm going to be
doing any walking any time soon." "I'm afraid you won't, you'll be in a
wheelchair for the next few months until they can get your arm strong
enough to take the weight of you on crutches.  The girls have been on at me
to offer you our home; we have a ground floor bedroom and bath.  Enya has
said she'll look after you." I smiled at the thought of how she would look
after me.  "It'll be at least a couple of weeks before they discharge you
so you have time to think about it.  There is something else though, the
medical staff have just contacted the police, and they will be here shortly
to interview you.  I have arranged for one of my staff to come in, she's
waiting outside for you.  I will take these two away and let her come in to
talk with you ready for when the police come.  Enya, Lizzy, it's time for
you to say goodbye to Martin for the moment." I was given two searching
kisses by the girls and a firm handshake from James.  I was left alone for
a short time and a youngish woman came in, she gave me her card, Anne
Welham, "Mr.  Parfitt has asked me to represent you in the action against
the eight young men, oh and also to defend you from a claim that you used
excessive force, by the three young men you flattened with the tree branch,
don't worry about that one, we have counterclaimed and the fact you hit
them once each and you were still so seriously injured is a full defence."
I hadn't thought about that scenario, I had realised there would be a court
case against all the lads for attempted rape and attempted murder at the
least.  The police arrived with a laptop and projector.  I had forgotten
that I had activated the emergency link before I went in, there had been
someone watching in real time and they had sent for the reinforcements.  I
watched everything that happened that night; from the search for a weapon
through my frenzied defence and my being shot.  I had to talk the police
through every step, what I was thinking and planning to what I actually
did, I was brought hot drinks and cold drinks and had to rest every five
minutes or so, finally we had it all down, Anne would bring in a paper copy
of my statement.  I was finally left to rest my aching body and think about
my future, I worried about my job as I was still in my second year at the
school and so hadn't finished my probationary period.  Ah well nothing I
could do about it.  A month passed and I received my summons to go to
court. James Parfitt had fetched me some clothes to wear, after they had
been altered to take account of my external fixator on my thigh and the
plaster casts on my other leg and my arm.  I was collected in a taxi and
was escorted by Anne and a young office junior.  He was selected for his
muscles to push me around in the chair.  We entered the court and I was led
to the prosecution benches, I could see the eight young men standing in the
dock, two of them were separated from the others by a glass screen, I
recognised them as the two who had stepped away from the assault.  I was a
bystander for the first part of the session, how Lizzy and her friend had
been followed and set up, how the attack was going to go, with the girls
stripped, beaten and raped.  Then I was introduced, the video from my
security camera was watched.  The case was stopped at the point the two
lads who hadn't attacked me had moved away from the rest.  The judge stood
up.  "Thanks to the bravery of Mr.  Clive we have video footage of the
attack, and who did what to whom.  I have testimony from others that you
two boys stopped where it is shown on this video, that you took no further
part in the attack.  I am sentencing you to a total of twenty strokes of
the birch in two stages, ten today and then ten more after you have carried
out your community sentence, if you don't finish your community sentence in
a reasonable time then you will receive fifty strokes instead.  You will
also pay compensation to the girls for the damage to their clothes and the
fear and pain you put them through.  You will be taken down now and brought
up to the plaza in front of the court during the lunchtime recess for the
first part of your punishment to be carried out." I watched as they were
taken down the steps out of the dock.  The judge then said.  "Let us
proceed with the rest of this case." The video continued, you could see me
take out three of my attackers with single blows of my tree branch, then
there was a blurred melee of kicks and punches, you could see how the video
marked each defendants actions and how all of them had participated in my
beating.  Then there was the horror as the gunman drew his pistol and shot
at me, he had fired six bullets at me and you could see me go down pumping
blood, the attackers ran away and the two boys and the girls worked to save
my life, in fact it was one of the boys who had been already sentenced who
saved my life by gripping the pressure point on my thigh.  Again the judge
stood up.  "I find you all guilty of assault and attempted rape, I further
find you all guilty of assault against a teacher.  As for you" He pointed
to the gunman.  "I find you guilty of the attempted murder of a teacher. 
We have all seen the video footage taken as you carried out your heinous
crimes.  You will all receive one hundred lashes of the cat o nine tails,
you will receive the first lashes during the lunch period, and then you
will be taken to the prison hospital to recover before completing the
sentence.  You will all carry out community service every weekend for the
next five years following recovery from your floggings, all apart from
you." Pointing to the gunman; the judge took up a black hat and put it on.
"After you recover from your floggings you will be taken to a place of
execution and there, hung by the neck until you are dead." He took off the
black cap and then turned to me.  "Mr.  Clive, you have been accused of
using excessive force by three of the defendants.  I have watched the
video, I saw all your actions and I find that you used reasonable force in
the circumstances, it would have been reasonable if you had used lethal
force in your defence against eight young men.  Those three who made the
accusation will receive an extra thirty lashes of the birch for launching a
frivolous claim.  Take them down for punishment." I sat there waiting for
my pusher; James came up to me.  "I have booked a table for us in the
restaurant across the way, let me take you." With that he wheeled me out of
the courtroom, Enya and Lizzy were waiting at the door and held my hand as
we left the building.  I was met by a barrage of camera flashes of the
waiting reporters.  We stopped and James moved in front of me.  "Will you
please let us go to the restaurant over there, Mr.  Clive has a nurse
waiting for him to replace the antibiotic drip and the pain syringe, he has
run out of pain relief and he needs to get it changed now." With that a
path opened up and we were away and into the restaurant.  As James had
promised a nurse was waiting and she quickly replaced the syringe of
painkiller in the autopump, then she hung up my antibiotics, within ten
minutes I was feeling a lot more comfortable and was able to think about
food, not that I was on much, a little clear soup and a small glass of
water.  Ah well more food would be added to my diet each day and less would
be provided by the total parenteral feeding bag, that was feeding into a
central line in my neck.  Our table was on the enclosed terrace overlooking
the square; I had a perfect view of the punishment stations.  I had just
finished my soup when the prison van arrived along with a police minibus.
The giant television screens flickered into life as we watched the
prisoners brought out, I didn't recognise any of the prisoners and in fact
these ones all had the cane over a bare bottom; there were lots of cries of
pain and tears down the cheeks.  The first bus left and a second arrived;
this one had the prisoners from our court this morning.  The two lads for
birching were brought out first; we could see their faces in close up view
on the screen; along with a view of the impact area for the birch.  In many
ways I felt very sorry for these two, they had got out of the attack on me
and the one on the right had saved my life.  But they had attacked Lizzy
and her friend.  They were shackled in place and the officers started their
punishment, red marks all over their back and thighs and shouts of anguish
as they felt the impact on their bodies, you could see the tears streaming
down their faces.  Lizzy and Enya were gripping my hands tightly.  I felt
for Lizzy, she had been attacked by this gang and very nearly raped; then
seen me nearly killed.  It was soon over, their backs red and purple, with
thin streaks of blood showing where a twig had bitten extra deeply.  Their
backs were wiped clean and the Nu Skin sprayed on to protect them from
infection.  They were taken down and the three who had tried to sue me were
clamped up and birched.  They had already been wired up with the ECG leads
and the defibrillator pads as after their birching they would be whipped.
After the birching finished they were moved to the whipping posts, there
were two pillars supporting a cross beam, a plate hung down from the cross
beam to protect the defibrillator pads from being dislodged and to hold the
head to the side.  Their arms were clamped to the top bar to leave their
back and flanks free for the whip to curl around.  We sat there through the
lunch period; they were being whipped in two groups of three.  Two officers
per whipping station.  The whipping started.  The whips were cutting into
the boys flesh, blood was streaming down their backs, this was a harder
whipping then I had witnessed at school, but then these ones had used very
high levels of violence.  The screams were ripping out of their throats,
they were beyond speech.  You could see the whips curling round onto the
front of the boys.  They got to twenty five strokes and one of the boys
arrested.  His active punishment was over for the day, his heart was
shocked back into life and he was left to hang for fifteen minutes, it was
only a matter of moments before the other two had also had to be shocked
back into life.  They were finally all removed to the prison ambulance and
were taken back to prison whilst the final three were strung up.  The one
on the right was the shooter; I would watch his punishment carefully.  The
one next to him was the second one who had got his cock out ready to rape
the girls.  Those two had catheters inserted into their cocks before the
punishment started.  The whipping started and you could see that the
shooter and the other attempted rapist were getting harsher treatment, the
whip was curling round and the tip was landing on their wedding tackle on
occasions.  They were screaming their throats raw.  The two rapists were
being whipped at a slower rate than the third.  The officers whipping the
two were hitting them harder than the others had, but then these two were
the ringleaders.  I winced as the whip curled round the shooters back and
onto his cock, you could see where it had been cut by the leather thong. 
In fact both of the rapists were getting extra attention like that.  The
shooter was getting the worst of it.  He would never be able to use his
wedding tackle again but then he was scheduled for the hangman.  The
whipping finally stopped when they both had to be shocked.  Whilst we were
sitting there a reporter came over and asked if he could interview me, I
agreed so long as James was with me.  I sat there with Lizzy and Enya
holding my hand as they set up the camera.  "How do you feel about what you
have just witnessed?" "Very sad that those boys had been so intent on their
own, what shall I say?  Pleasures.  That they failed to consider the
consequences." "But one of those boys is going to be executed after his
whipping is finished." "True, but look at me, you can see the external
fixator on the one thigh, I have an internal fixator on the other and my
arm is pinned and plated, my chest and abdomen have been opened up to
repair the damage from the bullets fired by that gunman.  If you look on
the back of my chair you can see two pumps, one is pumping nourishment into
a central line going into my aorta, the second is pushing pain relief into
my body, which I'm sad to report is not totally effective.  I am unable to
do my job as a teacher because of my injuries, yes and I am still in my
probationary period, so I could lose that job.  Seven of those boys have
reason to be thankful that the eighth knew how to stop my bleeding as
otherwise they would have all been liable for the death penalty, actually
five of them could have still been executed as they were involved in the
assault on me.  Those boys had the chance to learn about the new rules but
they were so arrogant as to believe they were immune to the rules." "I'm
sorry to hear all that but what do you think about the new rules on
corporal and capital punishment?" "So long as there is incontrovertible
evidence then I have no problem, with the boys punished this afternoon
there was good quality video footage, it showed exactly what happened and
who did what.  Punishment was allocated accordingly." "But what about you,
you receive extra protection?" "Yes I and all school employees and
volunteers receive extra protection, the two girls being attacked didn't
but I brought them under my protection when I told the boys that I was a
teacher and they were to stop what they were doing." "But is it fair that
punishments should be raised just because you are a teacher?" "If you check
the law those boys did not have their sentences increased because I was a
teacher, if they had been raised they would all have been executed." "What
do you think the results of today will be?" "That anyone who plans to use
violence in the commission of a crime will think twice about it.  They will
be caught and they will be punished and punished hard.  There will be no
more pleasure trips paid for by the taxpayer for the "naughty boys", the
only trips will be to the punishment stations in this and other towns and
then home or to the prison hospital." "Thank you Mr.  Clive for your views
and I return you to the studio." I relaxed as the camera was switched off
and noticed that there were half a dozen cameras on me; with sound booms
angled in to pick up my words.  I sagged with the release of the stress. 
"Come on Martin, let's get you home." James wheeled me through the throng
and back to the taxi he had ordered, he lifted me out of my chair and onto
the upholstery.  The girls sat either side of me to buttress my body as we
drove.  "You are coming back to our house, your discharge from hospital has
been arranged, we have a new bed for you, it is an electric adjustable bed
to keep you comfortable." We drove away, I was conscious of Lizzy and Enya
pressed up against my body.  "James, can you press the boost pump on my
pain pump, I think I need some extra." A minute later I sighed with relief
as the extra dose of morphine circulated into my brain.  My whole body
relaxed in relief from the absence of pain.  We were soon at the Parfitt's;
James lifted me back into my chair to push me into the house.  I was
wheeled into a spacious downstairs room that overlooked the drive, James
helped me into bed and a nurse came forward to sort out my various drips
and bags.  She finished my bags and was about to change me into bed wear
when Enya and Lizzy stopped her.  "We'll do that for him." James took the
nurse aside as the girls took off my shirt and trousers; Enya turned to her
sister and said.  "That looks nice; I would like to play with that." "I can
give you pleasure this afternoon Enya." "You can?" "Well one of my arms is
fine and my mouth is fine, you just have to be careful with my central
line." "But what about me?" "I wouldn't have presumed anything about you
Lizzy, are you sure you want to play?" "Well, you are my hero, you saved me
from a beating and rape last month and I'm a sixteen year old virgin, even
my baby sister has beaten me to a man." "Ok Lizzy, come closer." She moved
against the bed and I slid my hand under her skirt.  I moved her panties
aside and slid a finger into a wet pussy.  "Oh yes Martin that feels so
good." She slid down onto the bed as I continued to minister to her needs,
Enya moved in to kiss me as James and the nurse left the room.  I could
feel Lizzie's hymen and I gently played with her, not penetrating any
further into her body.  That would come later when I was able to move more
freely.  Ah well that was for the future.

   Weeks passed and finally I was able to return to school, everything was
healed.  I still had to use a walking stick to support me as I walked
around.  I had come into school late and seen the head master.  I would go
back into class for the politics, health and sex education lesson, PHSE. 
This would be with my year group, Enya knew I would be coming in and I
guessed that she had told Sadie and Ruth.  Morning break finished and the
head and I took our time heading for my classroom, my relief teacher would
be there.  The head opened the door and as I walked in, there was a moment
of stilled hush, and then the cheering started, I was welcomed back into my
class.  I turned to the class.  "Thank you for your welcome; it has been a
long few months.  As you can see I am not fully recovered, however I am
mobile and I am ready to take up my post." I had been kept up to date with
the work that my class was doing and I was able to take over the class.  We
discussed the recent changes in the law and how different the school
experience was.  The bells soon rang for the end of the morning session. 
Ruth, Sadie and Enya joined me in my little office for lunch, we were just
sitting down when there was a knock on the door and Jason, another of my
aides came in.  I could see that he was moving stiffly.

   "What's wrong Jason?  You look very uncomfortable." "You know that I am
in care don't you sir?" "Yes, I do." "Well the house parents are very
cruel, I was transferred there whilst you were off sick sir and they beat
me most days, look I'll show you my back." I helped him take his jacket and
shirt off, his back was covered in red wheals, I loosened his trousers as I
could see the marks disappearing beneath his trousers.  "Why hasn't this
been picked up by the monitors?" "They take my jacket off and then take me
down into the punishment room in the basement; they have told us no one
would believe us that the house parents would do such a thing." "What are
you left wearing and what goes into the punishment room with you?" "Nothing
sir, we are stripped naked before we go in." "Well in that case we will
have to fit you with an internal spy, it will be sound only but that should
be enough." I took him to the technical service section and I explained
Jason's problem to the technician.  "Mr.  Clive, he will have to have an
enema before we can fit him properly." A quick phone call and the school
nurse was in the room with an enema pack.  He was soon cleaned out and what
looked like a short fat cigar tube was slipped into his bum.  The
technician gave me the headphones and I could then listen to everything
going on in the room through the bug.  Jason stayed with the nurse that
afternoon, a local anaesthetic had been applied to take away the pain of
his beaten back and the education security team had been brought to school
and briefed.  They would be in place around the children's home before
Jason returned.  School was finished for the day and I joined the security
team to wait and watch.  We could hear everything in Jason's vicinity.  We
watched as his jacket went into the locker, then all we had was the audio
link.  We heard the clatter on the stairs down to the basement.  It was
only a matter of moments and the abuse started, we heard Jason's cry as a
blow landed.  We had enough evidence from the social workers own words.  I
stayed in the monitoring truck as the assault team quietly broke into the
home.  They followed Jason's plan that he had drawn and were stood outside
the punishment room.  The door was quietly checked, it was unlocked.  The
six man assault team then poured into the punishment room, we could see
everything from the shoulder mounted cameras.  There was a social worker
standing behind Jason with cane in hand, on the other side of the basement
was what looked like a concrete bath, with a child tied to a whipping post
in the place where the taps would be, blood dripping from the child's
buttocks as it ran down from the freshly bleeding cuts on his back.  The
cameras then panned round the room, children strapped onto what can only be
described as beating benches.  Scarlet bums displayed for all to see. 
There was even a video camera at work with another house parent operating
it.  The house parents were rapidly handcuffed and taken away; the children
were gently removed from their places of torture.  The paramedics were
rapidly down with their stretchers and their painkilling drugs.  After the
last of the children had been removed the search of the property started.
The most interesting thing was the housemaster's computer, he, it seemed,
had a second job, selling child porn on-line.  With the most popular line
being child beatings and child rapes.  There was dozens of hours of video
to investigate.  It would make the final job of proving the crimes much
easier as they had filmed themselves at work.  This would be an interesting
court case; the staff would be in for a painful time once they finished in
court.  Their films would be closely checked to see which of them had
actually beaten Jason as he was under the special protection as a member of
the school staff team.  I was dropped off at home by the security team, I
went in and found Enya busy in my kitchen, a meal evidently in preparation.
Hi Martin, where's Jason, is he ok?" "They took all the children to the
hospital for treatment, why?" "Sadie asked me to find out as she likes
Jason a lot; I think she wants to see him." Well if you ring her, we can
take her to the hospital to visit him." I finished off the cooking whilst
Enya took out her phone and was soon talking to Sadie.  It sounded like
Sadie would be joining us by seven in order for us all to go to the
hospital.  Life had certainly changed for me, new girlfriends, a new home
and a very changed job.  I liked my life under the new rules.

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