The roommates had been excited at the news. At first they were sure this was something special and the invitation was some kind of reward or special treat for them. The four knew that the staff sometimes took advantage of the students. All of them wondered if this was to be another "special class".
All of them except Amanda, who knew what was coming to them. The others didn't notice that she was strangely quiet as they walked through the corridors. Amanda had already accepted that a spanking was not so bad. In fact, like many of the students, she had discovered that it felt rather nice to have her butt cheeks tingling in the aftermath of a good beating. Still, she felt a little afraid - afraid she might fail and afraid that one day she would be forced to receive something as horrible as the cane.
Outside the door of Pamela's office the group suddenly lost their bravado. It was the unknown, they felt, that was the worst part of the summons. Even Grace felt a tiny tremble of nerves as they knocked on the door.
Inside the office they were confronted by Mistress Rose, Mistress Pamela and Master Stephen. The pupils were shocked to realise that they would be used by all three of the staff. What was worse, they all knew well that Pamela and Stephen had reputations for brutal treatment of students they singled out.
In the middle of the room were four of those same comfortable chairs. They were arranged in a tight circle, facing outwards. Rose signalled them across the room.
"Skirts up ladies," she said firmly. "I am pleased to have you here in a group. A little gang of friends, isn't that right?" She paused briefly. "We know how you enjoy one another's company. We know how close you all have become. None of you have gotten up to any real mischief yet. Except perhaps for the extra masturbation you all like to perform in front of one another."
Rose waved her hand at the shocked faces of the students. "Come come. No need to deny it. We don't spy on you of course, but all of us are experienced enough to know what goes on between you. You have to remember,' said Rose a little more softly, 'that we all were students here once as well."
She smiled at them. "We approve very much of your friendship. Its important to your personal development. Also to your development into fully submissive women." She paused again. "You support each other and that is good. I am sure Jasminda very much valued that support when she was undertaking her instruction in 'anal' this week."
Jas nodded her agreement. It was true. She'd feared anal and the thought that her small size would make it painful, if not impossible, to accept being penetrated in that place. Hearing the experiences and the positive encouragement of her roommates had helped her to relax. Once she'd managed that, Jas had discovered that she did, after all, enjoy anal play.
Jas had loved the experience of getting and giving rimjobs. Like most of the students, she found a simple joy in the knowledge that she could give sexual pleasure to someone else. Taking her turn with male and female instructors, Jas had found that she could forget all about the 'dirty' nature of the act so long as she could cause them to moan with delight at her oral skills.
Naturally the little Filipina had been thrilled to receive the tongues of her classmates on her own dark rosebud. But, having found a way to relax, Jas had been surprised to discover how easily she could be penetrated in her arsehole. Fingers and dildos had slipped into her backdoor without the usual resistance of an anxious novice. Her instructors had made sure to sample her hole and found she was agreeably tight. But it was also obvious that Jasminda could let herself be penetrated and stretched by fingers and even a good-sized butt plug.
In fact, Jas had been so relieved at the ease of her first anal experience that she'd rapidly developed the capacities of her tight orifice. She had excelled in using a butt plug throughout the week. In the final classes she had reacted excitedly to the strap-ons wielded by the female instructors. Her moans of pleasure had been duly noted. The staff agreed it would not be too long before they tested her arsehole with a real, hard cock.
"However, its important you don't lose focus," Mistress Rose was saying. "We don't want you to forget that your loyalty lies in your obedience to Hanson House. And your preparation for your future roles." The pupils mumbled to show they all understood the point.
"We have discussed the matter. We have decided that a little remedial discipline will assist you in your cause."
The students all looked stunned, glancing around at one another. Here, in this office, they were all sure the beating would be much more forceful than they'd received in the main hall.
The four were ordered onto the chairs, only this time they were to kneel backwards. In this position they would be facing one another, able to observe the reactions of the friends as each was beaten by the instructors. The young women each took up the correct position without another word being said. Lis, the most comfortable with corporal discipline, raised her skirt up high and the others all followed her lead. Being naked, or even partially displayed, to staff was an everyday occurrence by now.
It seemed the staff were waiting for something when Master Stuart bustled through the office door. With a large grin he surveyed the scene in front of him. The pupils all realised that the beating was to be not so much for their benefit as for the enjoyment of the staff.
Rose opened a small cupboard. It held a collection of implements and there was no doubting their purpose. There were canes, crops and floggers as well as a few other items that were unrecognised by the students but looked positively evil.
The staff equipped themselves with heavy leather paddles. Each one took up position behind one of the students.
"This is going to hurt," promised Rose. "I trust you won't mind too much. You are welcome to cry out if necessary. I do hope, however, that you'll do your best to endure in silence." She made it sound like a warning.
Each of the young women promised themselves they'd take the beating in silence. None of them had ever been beaten as children but they'd already experienced a firm spanking since arriving at Hanson House. Amanda had rather enjoyed the humiliation of it and she was sure that Lisbeth felt the same.
As they waited, Jas was trembling, a little afraid that she would be hurt beyond her limits. Lisbeth, on the other hand, was greedily awaiting a sound thrashing. She had long dreamed of Hanson House and the prospect of a severe beating. Her eyes were afire and she was trying hard to suppress a big grin.
Rose nodded silently and, with that, the beating began. The staff used their hands at first. The pupils were grateful that those first blows were somewhat mild, a warm-up of sorts. They were still firm, however, and the room was filled with the sounds of bare hands slapping against bare bottoms. The students stayed mute, gripping the chairs so as to brace themselves against the force of the blows.
