OK so that’s not her real name but it is what we all called her at my boarding school when I was in Sixth Form (in UK, probably not the same in USA). She was the Games Mistress and she was a genuine sadist.
OK so that’s not her real name but it is what we all called her at my boarding school when I was in Sixth Form (in UK, probably not the same in USA). She was the Games Mistress and she was a genuine sadist. We were all convinced she got off sexually by humiliating us and just by being a bitch. She had a somehow really prominent upper lip which came out just a little bit too much over her lower lip and she had short, butch light brown hair. When you are only just 18, you are no good at judging grown up ages so I can’t really tell you how old she was. I was no good at games; I was the one that no-one wanted on their team so I think Piggy hated me especially.
At the start of a Gym lesson she would tell us what we were going to do and then leave us in the changing room to get changed as fast as possible but after the lesson, she would follow us into the changing room and just stand by the door watching us all strip off our gym kit and then run stark naked into the showers. You couldn’t take your towel into the showers or it would get soaked so we had to be naked. There was a white wall between the showers and the main changing room but the wall did not go up to the ceiling so, if you were a senior girl, your head and shoulders were above the wall while you showered. Of course, there was a gap between the wall of the changing area and the low wall so you could go into the showers but the gap was a lot wider than a doorway and it had no door.
Piggy would watch you run out of the shower and back to where your clothes were and she would watch you dry yourself to make sure you did that properly and you dried EVERYWHERE. Sometimes she would pick on a particular girl to humiliate and would shout for all to hear, “OK Lauren, I think that bit is dry, we all know what you are doing”.
She really picked on me. On one occasion I was a bit slow in getting ready for games. I was talking to someone and I had sat down on the bench. The other girl was still standing and changing at the same speed as everyone else but I had got my top off except my bra and then sat down to take off my shoes and socks and I stayed sitting to unzip my skirt and slide it down. Piggy came marching in and shouted at me to stand up. She said that if I could not be bothered to change like the others, I could run around the running track as I was. My skirt was round my ankles at this point and I was in my bra and my white school pants. She told me to take off my bra, “You can wear a bra when you grow some boobs”. That is a really cruel thing to say to any girl but especially to an 18-year-old who knows that what she has got is all she is going to get. To make it even worse, here was a little group of girls just outside the changing room who were on their way out to the field who were now all giggling at the joke.
There was no way of resisting the force which was Piggy and she was a teacher so I just obeyed with my arms across my boobs and I ran out to the track with the bitch behind me. She just pointed at the track and told me to run and that, if I didn’t run as fast as I could, I would do another lap.
It was horrible. I was in view of my entire class and also of anyone looking out of the school windows. Even anyone inside the school who was looking could see that I was in my white knickers and I was barefoot. I could not keep my hands over my front as you can’t run fast like that and I was terrified of not being fast enough and having to run another lap. Having them bouncing unrestrained like that for so long really hurt and even the cold air on them felt bad as I was used to being covered up.
When I got back to the start line everyone else was involved in various activities like a game of netball or throwing activities. Piggy said I was too late to join in so she grabbed my ear and led me back towards the changing room. Just outside the changing room was a tiny area with a metal grille instead of a door. It was where Piggy kept basket balls, hockey sticks and the red rubber cones which we ran around sometimes. The grille was open and she pushed me inside and then clanged it shut and snapped home the padlock so I was just standing there looking out through the grille. She left me there in my cage for the rest of the lesson and, at the end, all the girls trooped past me and laughed at me, calling me a monkey in a cage. She didn’t let me out which really scared me as I didn’t know what was going to happen. I stayed in the cage until everyone else was changed then I had to dress really fast and rush to my next lesson and I got in trouble for being late.
It was probably not by chance that Piggy was in charge of the Correction Room. This was a room, like a small dorm, which was right at the far end of the Dormitory Block where “bad” girls were sent. The school had all sorts of penalties for various offences but the ultimate deterrent was CR (Correction Room). I only went there once and that was enough.
It started as a fairly innocent prank but then it grew and got out of hand. Angela, Karen and myself, between us, were good at most subjects. I was good at English and useless at Maths but Angela was the other way round and Karen was good at anything science based. I could also cover History. So, we started doing favors for other girls and, slowly, a business developed. We would sometimes accept really nice underwear to replace the horrible school stuff or perhaps food sent by parents and then there was money.
But I suppose the secret was bound to come out which led to three very nervous girls lining up in front of the Headmistress. You should have heard what she said to us. You would have thought we had torn down the walls of Rome. But none of us foresaw the sentence.
“Immediately after school on Friday – BEFORE TEA – you will all report to Miss Pargeter (Piggy) in the CR.”
This was the stuff of which nightmares are made. The three of us would be in the sole charge of Piggy for we knew not how long and, whatever she did to us in that time, the Head would back her. There are no words to describe the terror which this prospect invoked and our fevered imaginations ran absolute riot.
At 4.35pm that Friday the three of us, still in full school uniform appeared in the open doorway of the CR. Piggy was seated at a desk just to the left of the door. I should describe the room which was to be the scene of our retribution. It had bare, dark floorboards and the walls were painted dark grey. Just inside the door and to the left was the door to the single lavatory which had no lock on the door so that a girl could not barricade herself in. Opposite the loo door was another door leading to a private space for the use of Piggy. This small room contained store cupboards and a microwave cooker and sink.
If one passed through the narrow passage between the store room and the loo door, one came into a single large space with tall, narrow windows along one side. At the far end of the room directly opposite the door two washbasins were set against the blank wall. The room was long and facing the long wall with the windows were four square tables with hard, school chairs at each one. These tables could serve as desks or for eating. Against the wall opposite to the tables were four narrow school beds with iron frames and thin mattresses lacking sheets or blankets.
Piggy rose as we entered and made us stand in a rank under her gaze. She gave us a little speech about total obedience being the best way for us to survive our punishment with the least possible discomfort. She then threw in a diatribe about girls who exploit their classmates for money and, in the process, encourage cheating. She finished by telling us that, in order to emphasize our position as penitents, we would be spending the time completely naked so we should get undressed as quickly as possible.
So, it began by Piggy getting a full eyeful of the meat which would allow her to indulge her sadism. She placed our shoes and clothing in one heap which she later took into her private little room. Once we were all undressed, she kept us in our line and walked along the line both in front and behind. To underline her total power, a hand would stroke a buttock or a boob or sweep down the curve of a hip. She stood in front of me and, as I stared straight ahead and kept silent, her hand went between my legs and gave a quick squeeze where I was at my softest and most vulnerable. I don’t know which was worse, the discomfort which I felt between my legs or the raw embarrassment of knowing that she could do whatever she liked and I could do nothing to resist.
She then ordered us to sit at three of the four tables on the cold, wooden seats. Of course, she knew which of us excelled at which subjects and she said that the punishment would fit the crime. She went into her hutch, taking our clothes with her and emerged with some pens, paper and textbooks.
Karen, being a Grade A student at the sciences was given a book of poetry and ordered to write a critique on the first three poems in the book. I was given a math textbook and told to complete the first five exercises and Angela, our mathematician was told to write a detailed essay drawing on all her knowledge of the Private School system and setting out the benefits for girls both short and long term. Piggy would sit at her desk and ensure that not a word was spoken between us.
I know from my watch that we labored in silence for around two hours. I needed all that time to wrestle with the math problems but I could tell that my companions were struggling to come up with sufficient material to fill two hours of writing and they would not dare turn in work which was too short. At one point Angela raised her arm and asked to use the loo but Piggy told her to wait. Actually, Angela was not the only one for whom pressure was beginning to build.
Eventually, Piggy called time and allowed Angela to use the loo. Poor Angie was afraid to run but she walked like one of those actors in an old silent movie when the action is speeded up. Karen and myself were allowed to use the facilities after Angela.
Having missed tea, stomachs were beginning to rumble so it was a bit of a blow when Piggy told us that a human being can survive two weeks without food so going hungry would not do us any harm and it might give us sympathy for those less fortunate than ourselves. She did escort us to the kitchen for three half glasses of water.
Once we had hydrated, Piggy said that she needed some time to mark our assignments and she made us stand well apart facing a blank wall with our hands behind our backs. She made it very clear that moving or uttering a sound would not enhance our lives at all.
It was excruciating. It was just so indescribably boring and every muscle began to ache. Of course, we each made little movements but each tiny shift of position risked retribution. With my hands behind my back, I couldn’t see my watch so I had no means of judging time beyond the feeling that I stood there for an eternity. Of course, I couldn’t see Piggy or my friends. I heard small “moving about noises” but they were hard to interpret.
Then I heard Piggy’s voice.
“You, come here.”
I risked a quick look over my shoulder and saw that Piggy was holding Angela by her upper arm.
“The rest of you, keep looking at the wall.”
My head snapped back around to where it was supposed to be. More small noises and then the whole room rang to a THWACK and a scream. I don’t know about Karen but I flinched. It was obvious what Piggy was doing to Angela. I risked another look over my shoulder and saw that Angela was face down on one of the beds with her bottom in the air because a pillow was underneath her. Piggy was standing over her bringing the cane down with all the might of her huge, manly biceps. I didn’t think to count but I could certainly hear Angela’s increasingly intense snuffles and then outright sobbing. It just went on and on. And then it stopped, well the weeping didn’t. Who would be next?
“You, your turn.”
Another look over my shoulder. She was staring straight at me and I walked towards her. She took the pillow from the top of the next bed and laid it crossways over the middle of the mattress. Her face bore an expression of pure disgust so I felt as if I were some sort of evil criminal. She had no need to order me over the pillow because what she wanted was obvious. Angela was face down on the next-door bed with her body going up and down as she cried. Her buttocks were bright scarlet.
Piggy had me place myself so that my buttocks were at the highest point possible and then the first stroke came down and my entire body shook. It was agony and I yelped at full volume. The next one landed almost immediately and they kept coming rapidly. With each stroke my body tried to avoid it by pressing hard down into the pillow over which I was laying. My fists clenched tight and my face went down into the mattress. In the position in which she had placed me, my sideways movement was limited but certainly, I was bucking and twisting as much as I could. The strokes were coming so fast and so hard that I really believed she had lost her mind. Of course, I couldn’t actually see her but I had a mental picture of her face being bright scarlet with foam coming out of the side of her mouth. How would she know when to stop? Was she so out of control that she would not be able to stop? What would I do if she stripped my flesh down to bare bone?
And then, bliss, it stopped. My face was in a pool of snot and the mattress was soaked with my salty tears. I was exhausted from all that jerking around and my muscles ached. I was sucking in great irregular gasps of air and my poor bum was so sore as to be indescribable. Words like pain or soreness or whatever don’t come close. I would need to invent a whole new word. I was a total mess.
A long way off, I heard her calling Karen. It must have been dreadful for Karen to have listened to two lots of punishment and to know for certain that she was next. I heard her caning begin but it did not have the same effect upon me as Angela’s had. I was too wrapped up in myself. I reached my hands behind me and felt my bum which was corrugated by overlapping wheals and red hot to the touch. I alternated between wanting to rub it better and not daring to touch it because it hurt so.
I was too scared to look at what was happening and kept my face buried in the mattress so I had no warning when my wrists were grabbed and pulled behind my back and I felt them being tied very tightly. It turned out the Piggy had prepared by having three lengths of black dressmaker’s tape in her pocket and now she was winding around each of my wrists and then around both wrists together and knotting it at least twice. Realizing that I was now even more helpless and vulnerable than before pushed my terror levels a notch higher. Piggy moved on to bind Angela and Karen and then I heard Karen give a little squeal. Of course, I turned my head and I saw Piggy standing beside Karen with her hand working between the girl’s legs. Karen’s bottom was rising and falling.
Because I was on the middle bed, I was next. The monstrous piggy moved towards me and I knew better than to risk looking at her so I made myself put my nose down into the mattress. Her hand felt huge and it was warm. It went down between my thighs and found its way right underneath me then the fingers were at my labia and reaching up to what I now know to be my clitoris. The blatant sexual assault was very thorough. Although she was using only one hand, she attacked every inch of my most sensitive, intimate parts and, of course, my animal instincts could not keep from responding which must have been a really big thrill for her. She was in no hurry and then, abruptly, she withdrew her hand leaving me wet, hot and very aroused. My hands were flapping around uselessly like the fins on a beached fish.
I could not help my body’s natural urge to seek some relief by grinding my pubis into the hard mattress while Piggy attacked Angela. When the bitch decided that she had enough fun for now, she barked at us not to move and then went into her little hutch by the door. She returned with a handbell which she placed on the floor near to the row of beds.
“I am going to lock you in for the night. If and only if there is a really dire emergency, you can ring the bell.”
And then she swept out and we heard her lock both her hutch and the door to the corridor. Then our tears flowed freely and we tried to comfort each other. Of course, we needed the loo and, in turn, we went to relieve ourselves but our firmly bound hands made wiping ourselves clean quite difficult. As with any group of girls together for the night, we talked and then the conversation dwindled and we drifted into sleep but it was not a sound sleep. Having our wrists bound behind us made it hard to find a comfortable sleeping position and we were all filled with fear of what tomorrow would bring.
We were awoken by the weak sunshine coming through the high windows, we spoke a little bit, mainly asking how reach other felt. Our bodies ached and our wrists were very painful from having been bound so tightly all night. It must have been a couple of hours before we heard the door unlocked and Piggy entered the room.
She was her usual brusque self as she told us to get out and return to our dorms. This caused some confusion as we expected to have our hands untied but it emerged that this was not her plan. She said that our wrists would remain bound until Sunday evening and any girl untying them for us would face major consequences. Of course, this meant that we would not be able to dress and Piggy added that no-one was to attempt to cover any part of us.
The shock of this took just a little while to sink in. Of course, we would have no lessons over the weekend but we were bound, at some point, to encounter male teachers around the school. They would certainly be in the dining hall and in chapel on Sunday and they would have an unrestricted eyeful of…well everything. And what about eating and drinking? We would be at the mercy of friends to help us. It was a horrid, mortifying weekend for all three of us.