SSC2004: "A Disciplinary School", by  Pent

Melissa's school had asked us to "find somewhere she would  be
happier".


The magazine advertisement read:
"Does your  daughter need discipline?
Saint Radegund's School will provide  it."

The brochure talked of "Freedom for students to be  themselves!",
and Melissa, sixteen, was sold:  We sent the  fee.

Come September, Melissa "didn't want to be seen with her  awful
parents", so a private hire took her.



No letter or call  came in the weeks that followed,
so we drove there one Saturday,  unannounced.

The Principal told us:
"Melissa is being punished for  breaking the rules again.

"We would be glad for you to witness your  daughter's
chastisement".

Stunned, we were taken to a basement  room with a large
wall-mirror.


As the door closed, the light went  out and we saw a
brightly-illuminated room beyond the mirror.

Two  sturdy nuns brought in Melissa, her obstinate jaw
thrust out.

They  tied Melissa, naked, her back to an upright frame,
legs apart.

An  older nun said:
"Melissa, your paddling last week had little  effect:
We will start today with a cat-o-nine-tails.

"I want to  hear you apologise for breaking the rules,
Melissa",

and she  layed the cat across Melissa's budding breasts.

She yelled and twisted  and wrenched at her bindings with
each agonising stroke.

We turned  away, but there was no shutting out Melissa's
piercing screams.

The  note changed and we turned to see the knots of the cat
now marking her white  stomach.

Then changed again: the cat was flicking up between her  legs.

Melissa yelled in agony at each stroke; but gave no sign  of
repentance.



The nun stopped and Melissa's sobs slowly  quietened:

"Melissa, we have jumper cables with clamps that  give
high-voltage shocks;  Molten wax to drip onto your skin . .  .

"But I am choosing something else for you next  punishment".


Melissa watched, as she greased a wooden screw-driver  handle that
ended in a large ball, then slid the metal blade into a  bamboo.


Melissa was re-tied to face the wood frame, a wood  block
under each heel so she stood on tip-toes.

The bamboo was stood  on the floor, and bent so the handle
pressed up into the cleft of Melissa's  high-water bottom.


"Now, Melissa, I will remove the blocks under your  heels.

"When you can no longer hold yourself up on  tip-toes,
your heels will drop and the wooden screw-driver  handle
will be forced up into you.

"If I took an hour to ease it  in, you would have a delirious
orgasm from the excitement.

"But  this will be sudden.

"You can not imagine the pain, and your hole will be  bruised
black and blue.

"It will be agony for you to shit for  days afterwards".



"The wood blocks are out!"

and she  cut Melissa's bottom with a cane.



"Stop!

"It's  huge!!

"It will kill me!!!

"I *will* obey the schools rules, I  promise!!"


Then words that Melissa had never before used in her  life:

"I apologise, truly I do!"