Daisy gulped as a supervisor told her to mount the stairs onto the stage and take her place in front of the audience for her strapping. Already the tears clouded her eyes and she had not yet even been through the broadcasting of her sentence let alone her hair cut, undressing or beating.
Mr. Hamilton began, "Offences. Failure of uniform inspection - two occurrences, speaking without being spoken to, speaking without using Sir or Maam correctly, slowness in stripping to allow inspection of your knickers. Punishments - Winter uniform - two pairs of institution knickers , wool knee socks, starched shirt and tie, institution tunic, waistcoat and cardigan. Uniform to be worn 24/7 and at nights accompanied by wearing of a restraint belt. Toilet visits limited to one per day. Butt plug to be inserted in from of institution after strapping in assembly and remain in place at all times except when tolietting. Stand at all times in all lessons. Two hours extra drill and inspection every morning. Gruel only twice per day. Mouth to be washed out with soap and water after every meal and at bedtime. Punishment haircut to be applied in institution assembly. No washing bathing or clothing change throughout punishment. Public display in town every Sunday. Corporal punishment - five strokes of the tawse to the palm and back of each hand in front of your dormitory followed by 15 strokes of the strap to your bare behind in institution assembly. Six strokes of the slipper to your bared behind on you dormitory twice per week for the duration of you punishment. Punishment to last eight weeks. Sentence increased from 3 to 6 months. This girl had behaved as expected until now but for some reason thought this allowed her a few liberties. As you can and will see she is learning this is not the case - in fact her previous good behavior has not earned her lenience but quite the opposite as it shows her lack of discipline was willful - her sentence was extended from six to eight weeks because of this."
Miss Davis please begin with the punishment haircut and then move to the strapping and insertion of her butt plug as is your pleasure".
"Right girl sit on this stool and place your hands behind you back and keep them there," Miss Davis pointed to a low stool which had been brought in front of Daisy. Daisy sat finding herself like with every activity further humiliated. She was seated so low that her knees lifted above her waist and with her hands behind her back she was leaning backwards so that no doubt every member of the audience could see up the skirt of her tunic.
Miss Davis appeared in front of her using a large pair of scissors and then another supervisor placed a small bowl on her head and held it firmly in place. Daisy could still see clearly in front of her at the watching audience.
"Keep your head still girl whilst I cut or I will trim it even shorter," Miss Davis warned as she, starting next to Daisy's left ear began to cut. The cold metal of the scissors came to and fro against her head as she felt her hair cut at about 0.5 cm above her ears. She felt the cold on her head as huge clumps of hair were removed and fell to the floor. Miss Davis pulled her ponytail out and then Daisy felt the clip that removed it. She had always worn her hair at least to her shoulders but not any longer. With a few sharp clips Miss Davis finished at her right ear.
Daisy knew the punishment was not finished, having seen others suffer this penance, and Miss Davis switched on a set of powered clippers and roughly shaved off any hair remaining below the line she had already laid out with her scissors. In short time Daisy's head lay bare below a line 0.5 cm above her ears. The bowl was removed. Miss Davis continued, "Now we want a nice clear forehead too. Taking the scissors again she chopped at Daisy's already short fringe such that it was laid bare back to her natural hairline before taking it back a further centimeter with the clippers.
"I do not normally approve of the vanity with which you young ladies check your appearance but in this case I think a look in a mirror so you can see how you look is appropriate," Miss Davis smiled at Daisy as the other supervisor brought a large mirror in front of her seated on the stool. Daisy hung her head when she saw herself. Large clumps of hair laid on her cardigan whilst on her head was only a meager covering on top of her head. She looked like some convict, she hung her head with shame.
"Stand up girl and keep your hands behind your back so that everyone can see you with a hairstyle more appropriate to your behavior," Miss. Davis continued. Daisy stood, hair falling to the floor from her clothes. "It will certainly make you stand out in public when you are on display. Right undo your cardigan and waistcoat and put your hands on your head," there was no end to the flow of punishment and Miss Davis continued swiftly. "Turn around and undo the back buttons on your tunic skirt".
Daisy felt around the back of her waist undoing the buttons she could reach before having to bend over and reach round her legs and find the lower buttons before the whole institution. These simple designs were so effective in demeaning her. She returned to her standing position, hands on her head, cardigan and waistcoat hanging open.
"Get over the chair and reach down as far as possible to the far legs with your hands Douglas," there was an even more strident tone still now to Miss Davis's command.
Daisy bent over the back of the chair, and reached down the chair legs on the other side of the seat grasping them firmly halfway down, at least her height enabled her to keep her feet on the floor comfortably. Miss Davis came round grasped Daisy's wrists and pulled them down to almost the bottom of the chair legs, pushing the air out of Daisy; the back of the chair dug into her stomach.
"Don't move child and keep your feet flat on the floor," Miss Davis ordered. Daisy was now stretched completely over the chair which was of course what Miss Davis wanted so that her behind and thighs were clearly presented and taut so as to maximize the pain of the beating to come. Her woollens were thrown over her back and her tunic skirt parted and tucked in front of her. Her first pair of knickers were then stripped to her ankles. It was a rare moment of relief as blood flowed easier into her legs and then her second pair were stripped to her knees so that the humiliation of her double knickering was even now made clear to others as a deterrent. The fact that her behind was also already striated from yesterday's caning was also now evident for all to see.
"As this girl is a multiple offender she will receive the thick strap rather than the medium," Miss Davis announced; Daisy gulped she had seen this used only occasionally on severe offenders to great effect. It was her first offence, why so severe, but she knew it was no good to complain. She heard Miss Davis's footsteps as she walked to the table and then saw her feet and the end of the strap as she walked back in front of her. It must be ½ an inch in thickness.
Miss. Davis repeated the rules for application of such a public beating. Daisy tried to clear the drying soap from her mouth and prepare herself for the imminent pain.
Miss. Davis began the application. Daisy struggled to stop herself from screaming as the first stroke bit across her behind and the pain spread throughout her body. She could barely begin to feel any relief as the next stroke landed again across her buttocks. Four more strokes across her behind followed with Miss Davis's experienced timing, the intense agony of the preceding stroke only beginning to pass as the next blow was struck. Daisy cried and she could see the pool of her tears forming on the stage floor. The next stroke took her breath away as Miss Davis moved to her thighs. Daisy's knees almost buckled as the belt struck again and again across her thighs, digging into the welts from her caning. She had to remain silent and unmoving to resist would only be to have further sanctions.
Only ten days ago she had seen a girl raise her hand after six strokes of a ten stroke caning. She had been secured back to the chair, the beating restarted and fifteen further strokes applied. The next day in assembly she received 12 strokes of the strap, her sentence length of other punishments doubled to four weeks and her stay at the institution extended from four to five months. In addition for each of the four weeks she was also to receive her additional ten stroke caning.
Daisy was not sure how many strokes she had now received at least twelve she thought. She blew slowly out through her mouth, soap bubbles forming on her lips - there was no bodily movement which did not result in some aspect of her punishments making clear her position to her. The next stroke returned to her behind and then again. "Only one more", she thought. The strap dug again into her thighs. She relaxed but not for long as the belt came crashing down again on her thighs, this time on top of the same place as the previous stroke. The pain was excruciating as well as unexpected and Daisy bit her tongue as she struggled to control herself and she felt a thin trickle of blood and soapy saliva emerge down the side of her face.
