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The Reform Institute (Richard Stryker)


The Reform Institute by Richard Stryker

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As more and more young offenders became uncontrollable and the other penal reform facilities filled up, so one bright disciplinarian, James Chastenwell, a former headmaster, approached a few of his fellow Masons with a solution – that he provide a facility for up to twenty young females who would be offered a year at the institution in a strict regime, in place of their longer custodial sentences.

His friends and acquaintances listened in depth to his ideas and methods and in secret he went into far more detail about the real function of the institution. It was the kind of detail that any due process would have instantly dismissed as totally unacceptable in a modern society – but it was just the kind of detail Chastenwell’s friends were only too eager to agree to.

So it was that The Reform Institute was launched and ten young female offenders of 18 years or more were selected during the next few months as a trial. The first term passed with all the young ladies receiving the full measure of Chastenwell’s determination to break their spirits and turn them into reformed characters – characters who would be only too willing to serve their masters.

This story begins with the arrival of the second intake of ten young offenders and their first experiences at The Reform Institute.

These are experiences that will not be forgotten. A hard story by Richard Stryker, and a story that will be loved by those into discipline and male domination.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 4 / 2010

No. words: 25000

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Spanking and Bondage

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The building was an old Victorian mansion set in about 100 acres of wooded gardens. As more and more young offenders became uncontrollable and the other penal reform facilities filled up, so one bright disciplinarian, James Chastenwell, a former headmaster, approached a few of his fellow Masons with a solution – that he provide a facility for up to twenty young females who would be offered a year at the institution in a strict regime, in place of their longer custodial sentences.
His friends and acquaintances listened in depth to his ideas and methods and in secret he went into far more detail about the real function of the institution. It was the kind of detail that any due process would have instantly dismissed as totally unacceptable in a modern society – but it was just the kind of detail Chastenwell’s friends were only too eager to agree to.
So it was that The Reform Institute was launched and ten young female offenders of 18 years or more were selected during the next few months as a trial. The first term passed with all the young ladies receiving the full measure of Chastenwell’s determination to break their spirits and turn them into reformed characters – characters that would be only too willing to serve their masters.
We begin this story with the arrival of the second intake of ten young offenders and their first experiences at The Reform Institute.

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The ten young ladies alighted from the minibus that had brought them to the institute. They were in matching uniforms, which most of them hated. The uniforms consisted of white undergarments, a blue checked blouse, cravat, and plain blue pleated skirt. They wore white ankle socks and trainers and each held a blue sports bag containing the other clothes and possessions they had been permitted to bring to the institute. For older teens, they looked a strange sight as they were led by the driver of the bus through the main door of the imposing Victorian mansion.
“Leave your bags in the hall and go on straight through to the assembly room. Sit on the vacant chairs at the front and do as you are told.”
The driver turned to leave as the young ladies deposited their bags as instructed. The assembly room comprised of four rows of five chairs each; all facing a platform on which was three chairs. The back two rows of chairs were already occupied by young ladies who sat neatly in their uniforms and in total silence.
“Hi, I’m Melanie Dermott.”
“Shhh,” said the girl on the back row next to the door. “Talking in here is forbidden.”
“Didn’t know that. Sorry.” Melanie sounded confident but looked less so when half a dozen forlorn faces turned to look silently at her. A couple of the young ladies shook their heads knowingly.
Melanie edged forward and took a seat on the front row, and her other inmates followed quickly behind her.
“All stand,” the voice was female, deep and authoritative. Matron appeared from a side door as the young ladies stood politely. Matron was followed by two men. The first, dressed in his headmaster’s robes was none other than the founder of the Institute – James Chastenwell. The smaller man behind him was one of the other tutors.
“Sit down,” Chastenwell said when he had reached his chair. He waited for the room to fall silent before commencing his start of term speech.
“Welcome back to those of you who have been here before, and welcome to those of you who are new. As those of you who were here last term will know, and for the benefit of our new intake, I want to assure you all that at this Institute we do not tolerate any bad behaviour, slack attitudes, misdemeanours or any form of disobedience. Miss Dermott,” Chastenwell looked directly at Melanie as he spoke. “Stand up girl when I address you.”
“Yes, sir, sorry sir.” Melanie stood up nervously.
“Is it not true that you received a full list of our rules and instructions over two weeks ago?”
“Yes sir.”
“Did you read them?”
“No sir.”
“Why not?” Chastenwell was warming to the situation and his cock was already beginning to fill up with anticipation.
“Didn’t know I had to, sir.”
“Well, you will wish you had done so. Come to my office after this assembly.”
“Yes sir.”
“Sit down.”
“Sir.” Melanie returned to her seat.
“Now, to make things clear to all of you, this is an institution of reform and you are here for a whole year. You will all leave as reformed characters and in agreeing to attend this institution you have agreed to accept whatever means we choose to assist your reformation. Now, to begin the term I have some unfinished business to attend to. Cindy Trensham, come to the stage.”
A fresh-faced young woman of nineteen years stood up from her back-row seat and blushed as she did so. She had long, blonde hair and was slender and tall. She took the few paces required to get to the stage and then waited nervously.
“Miss Trensham was told to come to my office on the last day of the term but she failed to attend. Is that not so?”
“Yes sir,” Cindy whispered.
“And why was that?”
“Because the bus arrived early to take me back to the prison I’m in.”
“Ah, so it was the bus’s fault.”
“No sir, it just arrived.”
“Well, no matter. The reason you were coming to my office was for what?”
“A caning, sir.”
“A caning. And do you remember how many strokes you were to receive?”
“Twenty sir.”
“Christ,” whispered Melanie to the young lady next to her.
“Miss Dermott, you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. I will deal with you later. Precisely, Miss Trensham, twenty. You will assume the position now, please. Come up on the stage, turn your back to the class, and then bend over. Matron, if you will do the honours.”
Matron stood up and walked forward. She waited until the young lady had turned away from the class and bent over. Then Matron lifted the skirt and pinned it high up on the young lady’s blouse so it could not fall back to protect her bottom. Finally, Matron tugged at the young lady’s regulation knickers and pulled then down to her knees. Cindy Trensham was prepared, her ass beautifully naked and fully exposed to the assembled girls.
“Now, young ladies, let this be a lesson to you all in obedience.”
The cane was already tapping the pale flesh of Cindy’s bottom.


Reviews

Excellent story - I love the puishments and the way the `girls` are made to suffer 5 out of 5 (Hardman)

Author Information

I live in the leafy South of England and amongst other things belong to a bdsm community based in a converted farm. This will be no surprise to those of you who`ve read my ex-wives stories!

I also love writing about pretty college girls whose bottoms go red under the hand of a dominant man, who may also use other implements to effect their punishment.

Favourite book to write so far has been THE TAKEN.

 

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