Daisy's Retraining Pt. 04

"Right girls test time on the Bible reading in assembly and this morning's dictated passage. Thirty questions -- one minute to answer each one." Mrs. Robinson placed a new single A4 sheet on each desk and the test commenced.

"Question 1 -- which book, chapter and verses was this morning's reading in assembly taken from?" She began. The questions rolled on. "The questions required short answers but were not easy despite the efforts everyone made to remember the facts from both the reading and dictation. "Question 30 -- What animal will the priest sacrifice according to the final chapter we read? Put your pencils down on your answer sheet and hands back on your head." The supervisor ordered.

The papers were collected and the final one and half hours were spent reading aloud from The Bible -- Romans. In random turns Mrs. Robinson specified an inmate to read and they had to stand and speak clearly whilst everyone else followed placing their fingers on the words in their Bible as they were read. Daisy and Foster both stood for the entire process. Daisy's legs ached -- six hours standing was enough even without the strapping she had received. The pain had reduced from the immediate aftermath but she was still suffering and could only imagine what it would be like when she moved. The lesson ended.

"Right Foster pull your knickers up. I will see you later at the Head of Discipline's office. Douglas come here," Mrs. Robinson issued her directions.

Daisy came forward. "Right pull up your knickers one pair at a time." Daisy bent over, the pain in her legs relighting, carefully as possible pulling up her first pair of knickers. The material dragged over the welts on her legs and bottom making her grimace with pain as she pulled them over the butt plug protruding from her anus. She checked to make the seams were aligned. She repeated the procedure pulling the second pair from around her ankles, due to their smaller size, the pressure on her beaten flesh increased and the butt plug was pushed into her anus by the weight of her knickers making tears start to well in her eyes with the pain.

Mrs. Robinson removed first the pin holding up her tunic which Daisy then had to button-up again going through having to bend over double to reach for the lower back buttons of her skirt. Finally the pin holding up her waistcoat and cardigan was removed and she carefully rebuttoned them so as not to risk another failed inspection. This complete they were marched to the dining hall for their second and final meal of the day -- as naughty girls, as they were so frequently reminded, they were always sent to bed without supper.

The process from breakfast was repeated in Daisy's case because of her additional punishments, even the food was identical a bowl of lumpy grey gruel. The other girls each collected a plate of mashed potato, boiled cabbage and stewed liver and two slices of bread. This didn't look much more appetizing but over the coming weeks as the under feeding to which Daisy had been sentenced took hold, she would grow ever more envious of this better fare.

When all of the inmates were present they were directed to place their bowl, spoon and cup on the wooden bench as earlier. A supervisor ordered from the front of the room, "Grace begin". The inmates stood to attention began in unison, "Lord thank you for granting me the privilege of this food which I know my behavior has not merited. I am truly thankful for your mercy and promise to behave in a better way this afternoon." The command to sit was issued and they all sat yet again on the low wooden stools.

"When you have finished eating and drinking put your hands on your head and sit quietly. You may begin." Daisy picked up her spoon and began, for the second time of the day, to eat a bowl of unappetizing gruel. She drank water between mouthfuls from her allocation. At least it helped to remove the lingering taste of carbolic soap from her morning's mouth washing as well as assisting the swallowing of the gruel. When she had finished she placed her hands on her head looking directly forward.

After a few minutes Daisy and four other girls were ordered to stand and marched to the front of the hall. They all received a full soap mouth washing lasting 2-3 minutes whilst everyone else watched. The soapy taste which Daisy had just managed to remove with her meal was reestablished in her mouth and nose. The supervisor ensured that she was left with her mouth still full of soap. When completed they were all dismissed and filed out to the next phase of the day -- menial labour. It was 2:00 pm and for all of the inmates a range of activities to occupy them for the next six hours. All being menial labour of some type under close supervision.

For the previous couple of weeks Daisy had been allocated to laundry duties -- handwashing linen and towels brought to the institution from outside. She had had to handwash these in hot water with bleach and soap (leaving her hands cracked and sore), wring them through a heavy duty mangle and after drying iron them. The work was relentless but at least in doors although the work was sweaty and hot in the moist laundry atmosphere. However she now knew that she would be allocated to harder labour -- no doubt both in terms of physical effort and humiliation -- the only question as what? That would soon be answered.

As they filed back onto the inspection yard the answer came.

"Douglas -- outdoor floor scrubbing". Daisy joined the queue knowing a hard and uncomfortable afternoon lay ahead. They were marched to the scrubbing area and entered through the door in the mesh fence which surrounded the rough concreted patch. As she entered Daisy was told to get on her knees and her dress lifted and pinned to her cardigan so that her bare knees made contact with the ridged concrete surface. She and her fellow workers were then made to move on their knees to one of the eight lanes separated by shallow gutters which made up the work area.

"Right girls in the next six hours you will scrub your lane so that all of the yellow dye is removed along the entire length of your lane. You will remain on your knees at all times. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will maintain your uniform ready for inspection. Any failures or slacking in your work will earn you a reminder with this," their supervisor shouted out. Daisy stared at the short thick leather strap she was holding up.

Daisy had spent a couple of days in the first two weeks after her arrival on this yard. Six hours spent scrubbing hard at the rough concrete left your hand and knees skinned and your whole body aching. Today under the hot sun with her hands, behind and legs aching from her beatings, her body wrapped in her punishment uniform and her mouth and nose full of carbolic soap finishing the exercise was going to be hell. However failure would result only in more punishment so she knew she had to do what was necessary.

"Right fill your buckets and begin," commanded the supervisor. Daisy picked up her metal bucket and filled it with the cold water from the trough behind her at the end of her lane placing it next to her. Then she picked up the wooden bristled scrubbing brush and soap block and having soaped her brush and dipped it into the water began her penance. The yellow dye was sprayed onto the surface every day and allowed to dry such that only repeated and rigorous scrubbing removed it -- it was a perfect penance -- arduous, pointless, repetitive and demeaning. As the girls worked supervisors walked from lane to lane each with a leather strap hanging from their waists.

The sun was hot and Daisy was soon sweating profusely. Her knickers felt like sandpaper as they scraped backwards and forwards across her behind and thighs as she moved her body to scrub the surface. The butt plug moved to and fro in her backside causing further pain. The lane had to be cleaned in front of you and the five foot width meant moving constantly on her knees across the ridged concrete surface. From her left there was a sudden thwack as the supervisor applied the strap to the inmate in the next lane.

"Come on Jackson put some effort in," she exclaimed before applying a further two strokes to the girl's clothed behind.

There was no way of knowing the exact time and Daisy scrubbed methodically. As time passed the pain of having to crawl the extending distance on her knees back to the water trough grew. She thought she must be over halfway but wasn't sure of whether she was on schedule -- only the fact that's he hadn't felt the strap reassured her.

More time passed and then she felt her already folded up dress being lifted, she knew what was coming and quickly straightened herself.

"Work harder girl, I would have thought you would have learnt your place already today girl but you are obviously stupid as well as lazy and ignorant," a supervisor scolded her before applying the strap. Even through her two layers of knickers the pain was shocking as the strap bit into her already beaten and irritated skin. Four further short strokes followed causing Daisy to gasp for breath. Tears again rolled down her cheeks.

"Get on with it you lazy little girl." Daisy continued to scrub scraping her knuckles as she became tired with the effort and pain. The liberal application of the strap increased as the inmates struggled to complete their labour. At last Daisy made it to the end of her lane.

"Right girl back to the start, remain on your knees facing up the lane with your hands on your head."

As she struggled back the 60 m on her knees Daisy could see two girls still scrubbing at their lanes. One had her gingham dress raised over her behind and her brown knickers stripped to above her knees and as Daisy passed a supervisor applied the strap to her bare bottom mercilessly. Daisy knelt hands on head for about five minutes before the order to stop came. By this time only the one inmate had not returned to the start of her lane. She was brought back and told to stop in her lane facing the rest of them.

"I hope that you have also learned a further lesson from your penance today and that you have received the necessary and deserved punishment. This girl here thought she could avoid punishment by being lazy. As you will see she was wrong. Jackson turn and get on all fours." The girl did as ordered so that her bare behind now faced towards Daisy and the other inmates. The lead supervisor then applied twelve hard strokes of the cane to the offender.

"Let that be a lesson and you will be sent for formal allocation of punishment this evening. Is that clear child?" The supervisor shouted at her.

"Yes Maam, thank-you Maam," she replied in the demeaning manner required as she gave thanks for the privilege of yet further humiliation and punishment.

As they left Daisy tried not to think of the many days which she was probably now going to be consigned here 1 down and 55 to go did not make an appealing prospect.

They were marched from the scrubbing yard to the inspection yard. After 10 minutes of drill and inspection they were then marched, as always under supervision, to their dormitories.

The eight of them stood at the ends of their beds as directed. Next to her stood Melanie Hill -- whenever Daisy saw her she felt nothing but sympathy. She must be in her mid-thirties and was serving her second detention in the institution. Whether she had had a choice or realized the consequences for someone serving a second period in the institution Daisy didn't know but when she had arrived about six weeks ago she had been "made an example of" for all to see.

Brought in front of the whole institution the Headmaster had spelt out the minimum enhanced conditions for second offenders. Full woollen institution uniform, punishment haircut to be applied regularly, public display every week, gruel, bread and water only, weekly caning to the bare behind before the whole institution and weekly strapping to the hand on the dormitory, one toilet visit per day and most menial labour at all times. In addition for any offence punishment to be minimum double normal level and in all cases a minimum of one month to be added to the sentence. Already her four month sentence had grown to seven months.

"Right girls -- toilet, wash, strip, discipline and bed. Form two queues as you are directed. Taylor left, Kaul right, Fisher right, Bradley right, Montford left, Peters left ,Hill right, Douglas left," they were instructed.

"Right first pair your two minutes maximum starts now." With this Taylor and Kaul opened the stall doors and sat on the latrines under the observation of the supervisors. As on every evening the procedure continued each pair of girls moving from latrines to sink and being replaced by the next pair until only Melanie Hill and Daisy remained stood in front of the stalls. Daisy clutched her muscles together knowing that she would not be permitted the simple privilege of going to the toilet. "Douglas and Hill both used their privilege this morning. Hill go and wash your hands and face; Douglas back to the end of the bed as you have no hygiene privileges as part of you punishment."

Next they all obediently followed the commands to strip until, with the exception of Marianne Peters and Daisy, they all stood at attention naked except for their knickers with their uniform's neatly folded on the floor. Daisy and Marianne stood still in their full punishment uniforms as per their assigned additional punishments.

"Right girls -- firstly mouth washing. We have the same two naughty little girls who require their mouths to be washed every night so that they learn to speak when spoken to and in meekly when doing so as their status requires. Peters first you." The demeaning and distasteful punishment was applied.

Daisy watched her resignation and hopelessness that this would be her fate next growing. "Douglas here," ordered Mrs. Saqib. Daisy moved to the centre of the dormitory as instructed.

"Hands on head little girl." Daisy obeyed and then watched as Mrs. Saqib rubbed the brush thoroughly into the wet bar of carbolic soap before beginning the punishment.

"Open your mouth girl," and for the third time of that day Daisy suffered the discomfort and indignity of mouthwashing. No part of her mouth was left untouched as Mrs. Saqib thoroughly applied the penance. Finally the rigorous brushing came to an end.

"Close your mouth and swallow girl. Hopefully no disrespect will emanate from such a thoroughly clean area," Mrs. Saqib completed. Daisy swallowed as instructed sending the taste which was now never far from her mouth into her throat and stomach.

"Corporal punishment -- tonight we have a single offender requiring disciplining which is Hill," said Miss Campbell stepping forward. "Come here so that everyone can see your beating child." Melanie Hill stepped into the centre of the dormitory as Daisy, as instructed, returned to the end of her bed with her hand still on her head. "Three strokes of the tawse to the palm and back of each hand. Get your left hand up Hill."

The twelve strokes were then applied with the rigour of every beating in the institution. Daisy flinched with each stroke as it reminded her of the pain in her hands from her tawsing the night before.

Her tawsing complete Hill was sent back to her bed with her beaten hand on her head.

"Restraints. Douglas to the centre," Mrs. Saqib ordered. Daisy did as she was told returning to where her mouth had been thoroughly cleaned a few minutes earlier.

"Arms up and out sideways from your shoulders girl," ordered the supervisor. Daisy lifted her arms aching though they were from the six hours of scrubbing she had only just completed. The thick leather belt was secured around her waist and then tightened and locked at the back.

"Left arm down girl," ordered the supervisor. Daisy obeyed, her left wrist was drawn slightly behind her and the metal cuff closed around it.

"Right arm down child." Her right wrist was cuffed leaving her arm fixed in a half bent position.

"Right back to the end of your bed Douglas -- I am sure you have been taught a severe lesson today which will be enforced over the coming weeks. Nightgowns on children," Mrs. Saqib ordered. The other girls all put on their grey collared nightgowns and stood to attention at the ends of their beds.

"Put your blankets out," came the next command. Daisy stood motionless the comfort of even the thin grey blankets was not a privilege she was to receive.

"Into bed," Mrs. Campbell ordered.

"Remember girls absolute silence, you must not get out of your bed for any reason and no self-fondling -- you are here to suffer," Mrs. Campbell completing the usual directive before lights-off. With that the lights were switched off and the dormitory door closed and locked.

Daisy lay her beaten legs and behind in agony, the back of her neck shaved clean burnt from the sun which had shone down on it as she had scrubbed outside and her arms and knees ached from her afternoon on the scrubbing area. The plug in her backside completed her humiliation. Her hands were cuffed firmly removing even the meager privilege of being able to rub her aching body. With all of this her body eventually gave in and she went to sleep.

The next day followed the same unremitting and relentless pattern. Drill, gruel, assembly, lessons, gruel, scrubbing duty and return to the dormitory. Elsie stood at the end of her bed waiting for her inevitable call forward to have her mouth washed again with soap and water in front of her fellow inmates.

"Right you naughty little girls -- mouth washing. Peters you first." Daisy watched as Marianne, hands on head, had her mouth washed out with a thick lather of carbolic soap.

"Douglas here," ordered Mrs. Saqib. "Hands on head child."

Daisy obeyed immediately. "Open your mouth you insolent child -- another lesson for your misbehaviour". With this Mrs. Saqib began the rigorous and thorough scrubbing of Daisy's mouth ensuring that the soapy lather filled Daisy's mouth and frothed into her throat and nose. "Close your mouth and swallow child," Mrs. Saqib ordered.

Daisy swallowed as instructed sending the excess soap to her stomach and was then ordered back to her bed.

"Corporal punishment -- tonight we have a two offenders requiring disciplining," said Miss Campbell.

"We''ll start with you Peters. Comeback here so that everyone can see you yet again being beaten." Marianne Peters returned to the centre of the dormitory in her woollen uniform.

"Six strokes of the cane to the bare behind. Undo your cardigans and waistcoat and your tunic to the waist and bend over".

Peters did as ordered, Miss Campbell stripped her woollen knickers to her ankles and briskly applied six strokes of the cane waiting only for Peters to thank her after each stroke. Her beating complete Peters was allowed to stand hands on head and her uniform pinned up so that the rest of the inmates could see the six marks seared into her behind.

"Right, Douglas get yourself back here," commanded Miss Campbell. Daisy was not expecting her name -- the pain from her strapped behind and legs was still so severe that she had not even thought that the application of twice weekly slipperings could be due. She moved quickly forward so as to avoid facing further discipline.

"Six strokes of the slipper to your bare behind girl. Undo your cardigan and waistcoat and your tunic buttons from the waist down -- then bend over," Miss Campbell directed, flexing a large rubber soled gym shoe in her hands.

After again having to humiliatingly bend and fiddle behind to undo her skirt buttons Daisy assumed her position bent over. Miss Campbell threw her woollen uniform items forward and buttoned her lowest skirt button so that her tunic was held forwards.