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  It was almost too much to believe. Victoria set her mind to trying to figure out which singer it might have been but then she glanced at Justine. Perhaps this was an opportunity, one that might remove Justine from the equation for a while. The girl was no longer really a threat but she was so dull and wracked by guilt that she simply got on her nerves. Yes, there were possibilities here indeed.

  "And there is another somewhat sensitive matter I wish to discuss with you, Miss Victoria."

  She did not care for the way he used the title 'Miss'. There was something about it that made it sound as if he was addressing a child. Still she kept her voice even when she replied. "And what would that be?"

  "I believe you are acquainted with a Linda Evens?"

  At that blast from the past Victoria went very still. Linda had been both a triumph and a failure wrapped into one tangled bundle.

  "We were at school together," she ventured while wondering where this conversation was going to go.

  "Ms Evens is currently studying for a law degree and during the summer months is part of our Intern program." He was looking straight at her now and for some reason Victoria felt almost uneasy. Those eyes of his were far too knowing for her liking, but she kept her hands at her sides, her breathing even.

  "I don't recall you ever mentioning her name," her father said, and she shrugged.

  "She was a girl in my school, Daddy; a scholarship case."

  As soon as he heard that, Sir Morgan smiled ever so slightly. He was a strong proponent of law and order issues but equally he favoured having the very best educational opportunities made available to the poor and the underprivileged. Victoria found the whole thing loathsome. It was all very well and good for him to support inclusiveness; he was not the one who had to rub shoulders with the common riff-raff.

  "We require all members of staff employed here to give full disclosure on their background." Donald shrugged. "I trust you understand. We cannot have individuals of poor character having any power here. Why, they may try to interfere with the reforming of our delinquents and there would be serious security concerns." Now his voice became hesitant. "Certain information has come my way regarding Ms Evens. I gather there was some trouble during her final year."

  Victoria allowed herself to relax. So Evens had not told them, but the Governor had found out all the same. "Yes, the school authorities found drugs in her locker. She received a public punishment but for some reason she was not expelled nor was the matter reported to the police."

  She could see her father frown. Linda would get no sympathetic ear with him. He was all for giving people a good education but if they threw it back at society ... well that was when he shifted to his law and order persona.

  "I assumed the school did not want a scandal," Victoria added.

  "Well we take our drugs prevention program here very seriously and if any person was to be found bringing drugs onto the premises ... well we take a very serious view of the matter."

  Victoria found her hand straying up to her throat but stopped it before her fingers could brush against the specially crafted silver crucifix she wore on a chain around her neck.

  "Are you going to report her to the police?" That had been her greatest regret. Oh, it had certainly been nice seeing little miss goodie two shoes stripped of her Head Girl badge and caned in front of the entire student body for bringing disgrace to the school and herself, but Linda had been able to limp away and continue on at the school.

  The little cow had dared suggest she was not happy with how Victoria, her deputy, played favourites with the younger students. Apparently she did not like the way some of the younger girls were constantly finding themselves in the prefects' common room to be slippered until they adopted the correct attitude and could enjoy Victoria's protection. It was a puzzle to Victoria how she had known. Victoria had always ensured it was one of the prefects that carried out the punishments. She had been a constant thorn in her side for the brief duration of her tenure as Head Girl. That position should have been hers to begin with. Instead the Head had given it to a nobody, just because she was a swot and performed well in exams. The girl came from a council estate after all. What did she know about leadership?

  The web had caught her, only not as completely as Victoria had hoped for. She had so wanted to see the girl carted off by the cops in handcuffs. Perhaps justice might simply have been delayed but not fully denied.

  "Actually I was thinking of dealing with the matter internally," Donald said.

  Sir Morgan gave a small nod of approval but Victoria glanced at Justine and saw that she looked equally confused. Internally? She wanted to see the little bitch in handcuffs!

  "Under the Reformatory Act as Governor I am responsible for maintaining proper discipline and order within these walls." Victoria was certain she detected the faintest trace of satisfaction in his voice as he explained but she said nothing and simply listened.

  She might as well listen as the real entertainment was finished. She had only caught glimpses of the intimate examination of the two Delinquents as they had been forced to bend over and grip their ankles and their most intimate regions were probed for contraband. Glancing past the Governor again she saw that they were in fact gone, having being led off to some other room. She had missed the best part of the show.

  "If any person is found to be guilty of a breach of our rules I have the authority to admit them to the reformatory as a delinquent."

  Victoria's eyes widened in surprise and sudden delight. Beside her Justine gasped. "What about a trial, a lawyer? Surely they have to get some sort of judicial hearing. You can't just lock people up without a trial."

  Donald inclined his head but it was Sir Morgan who explained. "She would have a right of appeal to a Judge of the High Court. If it was found that the Governor acted improperly she would of course be released and given a sizable award of compensation. However, if the Judge found the Governor justified in his actions, the order of detention would be confirmed and most likely extended."

  Donald gave a thin, pleased smile. "Given the consequences and possible extension of detention, it is a right seldom exercised."

  "I quite understand," Victoria said. "So Linda might be kept here as a delinquent, subject to the same rules as the others?"

  "Yes. As I was saying, I do not want to be unduly harsh and after you have seen our methods and what life is like here, given that you know the young woman, I would welcome your input before I make any final decision."

  Victoria gave him a pleasant and genuinely felt smile. "Of course I would be happy to help."

  ---oOo---

  When they next saw the two new delinquents, Victoria barely recognised them. It took nearly a minute for the sight to even register. Her mind was hard at work considering various options and plans. Today was going to be a trying day. From what she had seen so far she had no doubt that she would deeply enjoy the rest of the tour and seeing how the delinquents were treated. It was the sort of enjoyment that normally left her lacy knickers soaking wet except she would have to be careful not to show too much pleasure. No, she would have to be calm, neutral in her observations and reactions, so that at the end her ringing endorsement would sound far more intellectually based rather that from a desire to see trash like the delinquents given a sound beating.

  At the same time she would have to make sure that the Governor went in the right direction as far as Linda was concerned. The girl had dodged the bullet once. A good caning hardly counted as far as Victoria was concerned. She could not be left to escape again. She could almost imagine Linda standing in Processing, forced to surrender every single item of clothing until she was bare naked and having to spread her legs for inspection. She had missed most of the two delinquents' contraband search and she would have to see if there was any way she could get a closer look at the procedures. Perhaps she would arrive just as Linda was being forced to undress and, seeing a familiar face, Linda might think Victoria was there to save her. Watching her hope dashed
to be replaced by the shame of having to strip and be so intimately examined in the presence of someone she had presumed to call an equal, that was something Victoria did not plan to miss.

  And then there was Justine. The girl was under her thumb and firmly controlled but she was still an irritation. The reformatory offered opportunities on that front as well.

  Juggling all three at the same time was going to require some hard work on her part, but inwardly Victoria smiled. It had been far too long since she had a real challenge. And arranging the final downfall of her rival, as well as the incarceration of her annoying step sister, whilst having a damn good time at the same time with no one ever suspecting her... that would be the pinnacle of her achievements to date.

  The sight of the two delinquents finally broke through her plotting and Victoria felt her sex quiver at what she saw before her. They were dressed in some sort of school uniform though their position did not allow for much of a view. One had been a blonde, the other had chestnut brown hair when they first came in, but Victoria saw that both now had their hair a jet black. A glance at Justine saw the younger woman unconsciously touching her own long dark locks. There was no difference between them that Victoria could see except that both the delinquents seemed to have their hair in a braid. Again their posture did not give her a good view of their heads.

  What she did have an unobstructed view of was their bare bottoms. Both delinquents were bent over small punishment frames, almost like a saw horse, and they were secured to it at right angles so that their waists rested on the worn leather of the horizontal bar while their arms and legs were bound to the base of the four legs of the frame.

  The position left the two with their bottoms the highest point of their bodies, their torsos bent over with their faces just above the cold tiles of the floor. With their legs spread out wide, it was not just their bottoms that were on display. Victoria could see everything from the puckered hole of their anus to the bare lips of their sex.

  It was then that it hit her and for the first time in years she spoke without carefully considering her words. "They don't have any pubic hair."

  Donald nodded. "We give all new delinquents a cold shower and get them scrubbed clean. Then we use a laser to remove all body hair below the waist." Seeing Justine's silent query he added. "We have to prevent the spread of pubic lice and other infections."

  "And they are secured like this because...?" Victoria certainly did not object but she was curious as to the reason. From what she had seen so far the reformatory did nothing without a reason.

  "Why, so that they can receive their welcome strapping of course. Trash like this respect nothing but the lash," Donald said in a tone that suggested it was the most obvious fact. "They will be receiving their timetable and Reformatory Handbook that details all our rules and regulations as well as laying out prescribed punishments, but this welcome serves two purposes. Firstly it gives them a small taste of what they can expect if they do not follow the rules. Secondly it ensures that every delinquent receives at least two strappings in her time here. The first is on arrival, the second just before they are released. The reformatory is a place of punishment as well as reform and aside from those two strappings it is entirely in their hands if they receive any more punishments. If they work hard, follow every single rule and are truly repentant they can sit quite comfortably until the day of their release."

  Victoria did not ask how many delinquents managed to serve their full period of detention without falling foul of some rule or regulation. Very, very few she suspected.

  Seeing that the wardens were about to start work, Donald gestured for them to move to the side so that they could get a clear view of the proceedings. Victoria clamped her hands together firmly behind her back. It was far too tempting to let her fingers trail to between her legs. She had no intention of making a show of herself but there was only so much temptation any human could be expected to endure before succumbing.

  Each of the wardens carried a tan leather strap about as long as their forearms and Victoria could see that the leather split into two fingers about a third of its length. The solid portion was used as a handle. From the way the officers held them she could tell this was not the first time they had wielded the fearsome reformatory strap.

  They set to work in unison, each one focusing on one of the delinquents. Justine jumped at the sound of the first crack of leather striking up-turned cheek. A band of red could be seen spreading across the creamy white skin as soon as the strap was withdrawn, and a muffled grunt came from the secured girl.

  Victoria had to lean over to one side to get a good look between the legs of the frame. She had expected a much louder protest; it looked like it had stung something fierce. Certainly the skin of her bottom had rippled under the impact. She thought she might even be able to see where the twin tails had landed, leaving a thin strip of unblemished skin between the redder bands. Then she saw the cause of the delinquent’s restraint. Some sort of leather bit gag had been forced between her teeth and jaws. As long as she wore that she would not accidentally bite off her own tongue and any protest or plea she might want to make would be impossible.

  The second strike fell lower down on the seat spot and the girl jerked in her bonds as again the skin of her buttocks quivered. It was a pity that they could not see this in slow motion, Victoria thought after a moment. She would have loved to see the force of the impact spread out in a wave across those soft cheeks.

  Again and again the straps fell and with each blow came the muted grunts and cries of the girls. The strap was a much more efficient tool than the slipper, Victoria decided after just a few minuets watching it in action. She had never managed to get a girl to shudder and convulse like this. Bound as they were, there was nowhere the two delinquents could go to escape the instruments of correction, but that did not stop them wriggling their bottoms back and forth. It was almost like a dance.

  Within the space of a few minutes the two bottoms had been transformed into first a blushing pink and then an angry sunset red. It was one of the most beautiful sights Victoria could ever remember seeing.

  When the Wardens were finished they stepped to one side but no one made any move to free the girls. At a gesture from Donald they moved forward and tentatively, as if she was about to touch a hot oven, Victoria laid her hand on one of those scarlet cheeks.

  The delinquent's bottom clenched at the touch and Victoria could not help but smile. The gag was a great idea she decided. To see them well thrashed was good but to force them to accept the strap in silent submission added icing to the cake.

  The straps were nearby and, turning away from the suffering girls, Victoria picked one up to examine it. She simply had to get one of these. They could redden an ass far quicker than any slipper or plimsoll ever could.

  The strap felt surprisingly light when she lifted it from the small nail from which it hung. It fit just perfectly in her hand and she spotted a manufacturer's marking that had been impressed in the leather. She did not recognise the name but of some interest was the telephone number set below the company name. She studied it until she was certain she remembered it.

  Time to mix some business and pleasure, she thought as she reluctantly put the strap back. She would have to get one of the delinquents to describe how it felt being bare like that, so very exposed and then to feel the strap descending without mercy, all the while knowing there was no escape no matter how hard they tugged at their bonds. That would have to wait however.

  Donald and her father were at the far end of the room talking about something, so she gestured for Justine to join her. As soon as the girl was nearby she gave her the instructions as the wardens released the two delinquents who were still sobbing as they were led away. Watching them limp away Victoria had to admit the reformatory knew its business; a warm welcome indeed.

  ---oOo---

  It was a joy to watch Justine's mouth drop open and her eyes bulge as Victoria told her what she wanted. The girl had gone ver
y pale and she shook her head slowly back and forth.

  "Please, Victoria. Don't ask me to do this. I'll do anything else you want. I told you I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I only had one small drink and..."

  Victoria's glare shut her up. God, but the girl could whine at times. "I won't force you to do anything you don't want to of course. But if you don't, I think I will just have to..." She did not need to finish, the meaningful look she gave to the two men was enough.

  For a second she thought Justine might try to resist but then her shoulders slumped in defeat. She was, as the Americans might say, 'well whipped'.

  "They won't let me," Justine murmured.

  Victoria gave her a cool smile. "You're a smart girl, I am sure you will figure out a way."

  She kept her distance and made a show of examining the now vacant punishment frames as Justine walked slowly over to the two men. She did not want to be seen to have a hand in this but she most certainly wanted to hear everything.

  "Mr Shepard," she began hesitantly. Both men stopped and looked at Justine which only made her wilt even more. Victoria preferred to operate from the background but the way the girl all but fell apart whenever anyone looked at her made her feel sick with disgust. This wretch was the creature she was expected to acknowledge as a step sister?

  "I was wondering, that is I was thinking... Yes I was thinking about what you said earlier."

  Victoria groaned. Did she have to do everything herself? She should have given her a script, preferably one using simple words!

  "Yes," Donald said but Victoria could see from the corner of her eye that he looked confused.

  "Is there something the matter, Justine?" Sir Morgan asked with some concern in his voice.