Strictland Academy (6 page)

“
Come
now, Compton.
 
You're making a
mountain out of a molehill.
 
Young
Petry didn't carry on like this.
 
She took her examination
–
at least this part, anyway
–
quietly.
 
You should look to her example,
”
he scolded, as he opened the speculum blades, feeling
her unwilling body yield.
 
"You
obviously gave it away to some man already.
 
I am sorry, but this is the price you
pay here for being slutty, Compton.
 
It does not hurt if you relax."

April's
cries rose to a fever pitch.
 
Before
she'd expended her first loud lungful, she was gagged with a mouthful of dry
bandage material, secured with a wide layer of medical tape.
 
Dr. Krouse pulled the device from
April's body and stepped back as a woman barged into the examination room,
using his body to block the younger man from interfering.
 
It was the same woman who had promised
to keep an eye out for April's
“
rebellious
spirit."
 
But instead of a
rescue, April was splayed helplessly on her tummy and her backside thrashed
heavily with a ruler-shaped paddle similar to that belonging to Attendant
Hazel.

The
Matron paddled poor April with gusto, delivering more swats to the girl's
behind in the space of a few seconds than any of the three girls had received
in all of their corrections combined.
 
There was no sign of stopping as she lectured, "Slut fornicators
don't have any right in this institution to complain in any way about their
treatment.
 
You will submit to
whatever it is that the doctor
—
or
 
anyone else in authority
over you
—
wants to do to you, without question, and most certainly without
complaint."

Before
Dr. Wells was able to physically bypass the other man's tank-like body, April
was clearly defeated, slumping in wordless, sobbing submission as her body gave
into the punishing blows raining down onto her bedraggled behind.
 
Dr. Wells was finally able to push past
Dr.
 
Krouse and stepped between the
matron and her victim.
 
He snatched
the paddle out of her hand, snapping the wicked instrument in half before
throwing it to the floor.

"This
action is abusive and completely unnecessary!
 
The child is terrified and has obviously
never undergone this type of evaluation before, regardless of what you think
her sexual encounters have been.
 
What you are imposing upon her is not reform, you stupid twit!
 
Just what the bloody hell do you think
she would remember out of this experience?
 
You preach self-control, but you teach cruelty and hatred.
 
This must stop now!"

The
broad-shouldered Attendant Angela peered down her nose from a height one inch
taller than the man's 5'10" frame.
 
"As a newcomer to our institution, it will take some time for you
to understand and embrace our rehabilitation methods.
 
These girls are criminals, with no
respect for, or fear of, either authority or consequences.
 
We are determined to make an imprint in
their heart and minds that Strictland is a place where they will never want to
return to, and that the placement with a husband is much more preferable to
being here.
 
We make that impact
where nature intended, upon the very place where they sit as they contemplate
their lives.
 
We never harm their
faces or any other significant body part.
 
The pain we deliver now is much kinder than the pain that comes from a
ruined life.
 
This is not a place
for either the weak-willed or for a delicate stomach,
Doctor
."

"I
assure you that I am neither weak nor delicate," Dr. Wells growled,
unflinchingly.
 
"I do question
excessive punishment when the conditions call for something more
reasonable.
 
Abuse does not
rehabilitate.
 
It only causes more
violence and more crimes. Our society has already suffered because of that mentality."

"Save
your soft-hearted beliefs for those that need to hear them.
 
I reiterate that these girls are
hardened rebels, determined to destroy their own lives and the reputations of
their families with their selfish, carnal desires. Each has broken the law and
the fact that they have allowed themselves to be penetrated makes them accessories
to the crime of fornication without a permit.
”

“
Not
all women agree to penetration,
”
Dr. Wells hissed.
“
That
is why rape is punishable to a man by execution.
 
You cannot blame these girls for things
that were likely not in their control.
”

“
They
did something to encourage it.
 
They
are not innocent in any of this.
”

“
Excuse
me? Are you so ignorant to think that they are at fault for being overpowered?
What were they to do afterwards? Report it? The fact they were penetrated would
have placed them in a life-sentence!
”

“
They
should consider themselves fortunate that, because of their appearance, the
courts spared them from the State penitentiary. You had also best remember that
your jurisdiction in this facility is limited to the psychiatric and medical condition
of the inmates.
 
Nothing more.
 
I don't care whom you are related to, or
the fact you are here to cover licensing issues for state compliance.
 
You will answer to the Matrons, not the
other way around.
 
And you will
never, ever interfere with our chastisement of an inmate."

"These
girls are here to learn to be better citizens, not to be beaten within an inch
of their lives by some perverse sadistic woman with delusions of grandeur.
 
As for carnal natures, explain how a
virgin ended up here.
 
This is
something that
must
be reported to the licensing board."

"Let
me warn you, Dr. Wells," the woman leaned towards him, "we have ways
of keeping people silent around here.
 
There are no phones except in the headmaster's office, and no one can
leave the facility without permission.
 
We are a good fifty miles from any modern road and located in very
hazardous terrain, discouraging anyone from either entering or leaving this
facility.
 
Without a vehicle, you
are a prisoner here, just like these girls.
 
And you cannot obtain a vehicle without
a pass.
 
Can you take a guess who is
responsible to issue those passes?
 
That would be me.
 
I have the
feeling that you will be remaining here just as long as these girls, and if you
don't watch yourself, you will also be facing the end of my cane.
 
It has been a long time since I brought
a stubborn little boy to his knees, begging my forgiveness."

Before
Dr. Wells could reply, the woman turned to address the older physician.
 
"I'll just stay right here in the
corner and out of your way, if you don't mind, Doctor Krouse.
 
You might need my assistance in case she
decides to give you more trouble.
 
This one is tricky.
 
She
needs to be watched even more vigilantly than the rest."

“
That's
fine, Attendant Angela.
 
We
appreciate your diligence,
”
the old doctor replied, nervously licking his lips as he glanced at the angry,
red face of his associate.

The
speculum was returned to April's tight orifice and slowly ratcheted open.
 
The girl wept piteously as the Pap smear
was performed, trying to obey the order for quiet.
 
Additional adjustment of the blades
elicited a short, sharp,
“
Ah!
”
followed by a loud,
long "Stop!"

Before
the word died on her lips, April was again flipped to her stomach and a small,
thin strap appeared from another pocket in the matron's dress.
 
The leather was applied ten times with
vigor and intensity, as April was scourged verbally.
 
Both of the methods found their marks
unerringly, reducing the shy young woman to a limp ball of squelched misery.

Dr.
Krouse resumed his probing immediately upon her being returned to the correct
position, pleased to see that the vaginal instrument had not fallen from its
place.
 
He removed it abruptly and
replaced it with two sausage-like fingers, thrusting them rhythmically in and
out as he pressed down on her lower belly.

“
What
did you detect in her breasts during your exam, Dr. Wells?
 
Anything?" he asked casually, his
eyes darting towards the matron.

Dr.
Wells noticed the gesture.
 
"Nothing of any note beyond the fact that her nipples peaked and
her areolas darkened slightly.
 
That
is a normal physiological response to any stimulant, but does not necessarily
mean that she was aroused," the other man responded crisply, ignoring
Attendant Angela
’
s
derisive snort.

"Would
you be interested in repeating your experiment with this one's breasts, or
would you prefer the nurse to take over?" Dr. Krouse asked, raising an
eyebrow at the young physician.

"I
will do it.
 
I suspect her
experience to be limited, so it would be interesting to gauge her
reaction," the man said stiffly, squeezing April's hand in reassurance.

“
Very
well.
 
Nurse Boynton, start timing
please,
”
Dr. Krouse commanded, extending his fingers imperiously for lubrication.
 
He placed his knowing fingertips upon
April's clit.
 
After a minute of
expert manipulation, he spoke out:
 
"Report, Dr. Wells?"

“
Pupils
are large, she's flushed and breathing erratically.
 
She appears to be confused regarding the
response of her body.
 
She seems to
be fighting against her release."

“
She
is trying to convince us that she is innocent.
 
I have seen this before.
 
They like to prolong the pleasure."

"I
doubt it.
 
Her expression implies
..."

"Unbelievable!
 
You are wasting my precious time with
your gentleness," Attendant Angela spat at Dr. Wells, shoving him roughly
out of the way.
 
She stood at
April's head.
 
"Do as you're
expected, girl, or I'll flay your behind for the rest of the day!
”

"I
don't believe she knows what you want of her.
 
And if you ever push me again, I promise
I will knock your fat ass onto the floor, you old crone!" Dr. Wells
barked, balling his fists.

"We'll
see, young man," Attendant Angela hissed.
 
"Look at me, girl.
 
I have a belt in my desk with metal
studs set into it in it that I'm going to be sure you'll make the acquaintance
of eventually, but if you don't obey Dr. Krouse
immediately
, it's going
to be much sooner than you think!
”

She
jabbed Dr. Wells solidly in the flank with her elbow, causing him to transfer
his protective hands from April's breasts to his kidney region.
 
The matron reached down and pinched one
of the nipples viciously, twisting it in her hand as she tried to wrap it
around her fingers.
 
That unexpected
action, combined with the old man's fingers flicking a spot that had never been
previously touched, sent April's body rocketing to the sun.
 
Every inch was euphorically bathed in
ecstasy, and the atrocious condition of her behind momentary forgotten for
several blissful seconds.

“
You
have good instincts, Attendant Angela,
”
the doctor complimented.

“
She's
a slut, and they often respond to pain that way.
 
It has to be beaten out of them
carefully, to assure that no pleasure is imparted by the punishment."

The
doctor smiled.
 
"I have no
doubt you'll find a way to do that, Angela, and that the girl will be much the
better for your efforts on her behalf."

"Oh,
she will.
 
As will anyone else who
challenges me," Attendant Angela looked straight at the frowning, angry
face of Dr. Wells, as she gave April one more warning nipple twist before
leaving the room.