1. Tuesday Morning 2 a.m.

Patricia Donati lay on her bunk at the Morrison Academy. The barracks were dark and silent except for the occasional sounds of the other girls as they turned in their sleep. The beautiful 21-year-old brunette tossed and turned, her head filled with memories of the last two days since her arrival at the Academy.

How could she have been sent to such a terrible place? What kind of people took pleasure in doing these kinds of things to young women? Despite her best efforts, the shameful memories flooded back.

On the first day, she remembered having been taken to Headmistress Jackson's office. She still remembered how she had stood dumbfounded when she had been ordered to strip naked right there in the office with two male guards watching! The blood had flooded to her head and a ringing had filled her ears as she had begged Headmistress Jackson not to make her undress in front of the men. The headmistress had responded by slapping her across the face.

In tears, Patricia had managed to strip down to her bra and panties, much to the male guards' leering delight. When it came time to make herself completely naked, though, she had burst into sobs, unable to continue.

That was when they had played her that terrible video. It showed a pretty red-headed girl of about 20 who had refused to strip in the same office. The two male guards had seized the girl and held her arms behind her back. Ms. Jackson ripped her blouse open. The guards then pulled it back off her shoulders. Ms. Jackson then clipped the girl's bra with a scissors, and her pale white breasts had flopped out into view, thrust forward prominently. Then came the most terrible part, the part that made Patricia cringe. Ms. Jackson had taken a leather strap and smacked it hard against the girl's exposed breasts. A scream of pain shattered the silence as an angry red welt formed on the pale white flesh. Ten times this was repeated. The girl's screams were horrible, and by the end she was begging and pleading, promising to do anything just to make the pain stop. The video ended with the guards releasing the hysterical girl, who proceeded to rub her red and very sore breasts. The last image was of the girl beginning to unbuckle her jeans and pull them down.

"Now, unless those pretty little boobs of yours want to meet the strap, young lady, I suggest that your bra and panties join that little pile of clothes on the floor behind you. NOW!! Ms. Jackson's loud voice shocked the stunned Patricia back to the present.

This was the most humiliating moment of her young life, but she couldn't let them do that to her breasts. With a red face, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her breasts popped out and the bra joined the pile on the floor. She tried to shield her breasts with her hands so the guards couldn't see. She tried to imagine that this wasn't really happening to her, that it was someone else who was about to pull down her panties and be naked in front of these three pitiless disciplinarians. She grabbed the waistband of her panties and looked at them with pleading eyes, but it was no use. She thought that if she did it quickly it would be easier. It wasn't. She pulled down her panties and almost fell trying to step out of them. The guards laughed.

"Well, what a pretty little girl you are, Patricia," Ms. Jackson said, circling her.

She reached down and picked up the girl's panties. There was a slight discoloration near the anal area. Patricia thought she would die of shame when the headmistress showed it to the guards. She held the panties right under Patricia's nose.

"Young lady, I'll have you know that hygiene is a top priority here at the Academy," she said sternly. "This type of transgression will not be tolerated. I certainly hope that we're not going to have to teach you how to wipe yourself properly."

She was then made to bend over the desk for a "hygiene inspection." Patricia began sobbing anew when one of the male guards grasped her buttocks and pulled them wide apart with his thumbs. She wished she could die. He was looking right at her anus!

"Well, she looks pretty clean back here," the guard said mockingly. "But give me a handi-wipe anyway," he said. "Always better to be on the safe side."

Patricia heard the cabinet open, and in a moment she felt a cold wetness between her cheeks. To her shame, she realized she was being wiped just like a little child by a man! This was the worst day of her life.

She was then allowed to get up. She had to stand at attention as the institute policy was read. Then she was issued her "uniform," a pair of plain white cotton panties with a big blue letter "M" on the back and a smaller one in the front. This would be her only clothing for the duration of her stay.

2. Thursday 1 p.m. Obedience Class

Headmistress Jackson walked swiftly down the hall toward Classroom 411. She was about to try out a very special machine on three of her students. It was the brand new $20,000 "Enemator." This machine made the process of giving enemas to errant young women so much easier and neater. It had a variety of capabilities, but the main feature was a system by which a girl could be given a big soapy enema, filled to capacity, and then a vacuum switch would automatically turn on and suck the solution right out of her. This process could be repeated, somewhat like a washing machine. In addition to being a useful punishment tool, this ensured that all the girls' public expulsions would be crystal clear. After all, it was so much more pleasing to the eye.

The girls waited in terror in the classroom, clad only in their ridiculous "M" panties: Patricia, Tammy Jenkins ( the redhead from the video), and Natalie Jones, a lovely, suntanned blonde. The Enemator stood menacingly in the corner of the room, an ominous creature of bright steel and tubing.

Ms. Jackson had invited three men from the company that made the Enemator to witness its first use. The men met her in the hall outside the classroom. This would be a treat! She shook the men's hands, and welcomed them to the Academy. They then proceeded into the classroom to meet the three girls.

The men couldn't believe their eyes. Standing with their arms locked behind their heads were three beautiful young women.

"Well, ladies, don't just stand there. Say hello to our visitors," Ms. Jackson said sharply.

"Good afternoon, sirs," the girls answered in a soft unison.

Headmistress Jackson then made them remove their panties one by one. Their was a huge medical table, big enough for all three girls, on the opposite side of the room. The girls were made to bend over it and spread their legs. It was quite a sight, but nothing compared to what was next.

"All right, ladies," she continued. "On the count of three, you will reach back and pull your buttocks apart just as far as you can. One ....Two......Three......"

It was a beautiful sight. Three pairs of hands reaching pack in perfect symmetry to awkwardly grab their full buttocks. Three pairs of cheeks slowly opening wide to reveal three young and tender anuses, just ready for discipline.

"Do you like what you see, gentlemen?" Ms. Jackson queried.

The men adjusted their trousers. The girls heard the dreaded snap of the rubber glove and the jar of lubricant being opened. One by one she lubricated the girls. She made a point of thrusting her finger deep into their rectums. It really showed these girls who was the boss. She noticed how the appearance of each girls' anuses varied according to her hair color and complexion. All the girls' intimate areas were photographed upon admission, and she had taken her favorite girls' anal pictures and had them enlarged and made into a collage that hung on her office wall where these subtleties could be fully appreciated.

But now it was time to begin the "anal flexibility" exercises. The girls were made to hop up on the table. They were each given a long white dildo with a black line painted near the base. The girls knew the humiliating routine all too well.

"Okay, girls, positions," Ms. Jackson said.

The girls reached back to touch the tips of the dildos to their anuses. They looked like three little missiles waiting to take off.

"And..... In....two......three. Out......two.....three........" Ms Jackson slowly intoned.

It was incredible. On the in counts the girls inserted the dildos deep into their rectums right to the black line, and on the out counts they pulled them back out again. The men could clearly see their anuses stretching around the intruders as the girls sodomized themselves obscenely. Ms. Jackson looked like she was conducting an orchestra, as she sped up to a frantic pace, the girls moving in perfect unison. For a final humiliation, she reached underneath each girl, found her vagina, and brought each one to an unwilling orgasm with her skilled fingers. When it was all over, the girls had to wash off there dildos in the sink, then place them back into the cabinet.

Now it was time to see the Enemator in action. The girls were told to lie down on the table on their stomachs. The men wheeled the machine over.

"Gentlemen," Ms. Jackson said, "I'll let you handle the nozzle insertion. I know you'll enjoy your job."

The girls' stomachs sank. The men would be placing the nozzles into their rectums! The three men each grabbed a hose, chose a girl, and put the large nozzles into the girls' bottoms. They set the machine to "internal wash" and let it do its magic. The machine made a low rumbling sound as it shot the jets of hot soapy water into the girls' rectums. They moaned in discomfort as the water rushed in.

When they had reached their capacity, the machine reversed direction and the water was sucked back out. It was slightly discolored at first, but after several cycles, it was crystal clear. Now that was hygiene! For the final enema, the men chose the setting "clear water, 2 liters".

The nozzles were removed and the girls were made to get up and get their glass expulsion bowls. They could hardly move they were so swollen from the enemas. They had to place the bowls on the table, climb up and squat down over them and hold their buttocks apart. Their three little anuses were clearly visible. They were tearing up at the prospect of their impending humiliation.

"All right, ladies," Ms. Jackson said theatrically, "Here's your big moment. Show us what you've got. On the count of three. One.....Two......Three......"

All at once the floodgates opened and three jets of water shot out of their tight anuses into the waiting bowls. The men were speechless. Needless to say, they had never seen anything like this before!

The tears streamed down the girls' faces as they finished emptying their loads. The bowls had a line marking exactly two liters, and Ms. Jackson required every last drop to be expelled. Tammy and Natalie had no problem, but Patricia came up a little short.

"Holding out on us, are you, young lady?" the headmistress said. "Well, we'll fix that."

She was going to use one of her favorite punishment techniques and make the girls spank each other. She loved this because it was very entertaining, and it sometimes caused the girls to become sexually aroused against their wills, which was very humiliating for them.

She brought a chair to the center of the room. She made both girls take turns spanking Patricia over their knees. The men got to vote on the best spanker. Patricia would then get a second chance to expel the enema. If she was successful, then the loser of the spanking contest would be punished. If she was not, Patricia herself would be disciplined.

The punishment would be a dreaded "anal servicing" of the three male guests. The men were salivating over the prospect of one of these pretty young women being made to put her pretty little tongue to work on their masculine anuses!

With motivation like that, both girls managed to paddle poor Patricia's bottom until it was glowing red. Patricia really put on a show, yelling and kicking her legs. It was a very close contest, but Tammy the redhead won.

The sobbing and red-bottomed Patricia mounted the table and assumed the position for her final attempt. Her anus spasmed wildly and she made some very undignified grunting sounds as she tried desperately to push out the remaining water. The thought of having to lick the three men's hairy anuses really made her do her best. Finally, with a loud farting sound, the last of the water splashed out of her rectum and into the bowl.

Poor Natalie, the untanned blonde's fate was sealed. Ms. Jackson was quite sadistic. She had the men drop their trousers and lay face down on the table. She made the tearful Natalie kneel down between each man's legs and say, "Please, sir, may I lick your anus?"

She was then required to lower their underpants, spread their buttocks and spend two minutes per man licking for all she was worth. She had been trained to cover the whole area between the cheeks with her tongue, then lick the anus directly and finally to push her tongue as far as she could into the opening. Ms. Jackson made her stop several times, raise her head and say in a loud, clear voice, "My name is Natalie Jones, and I'm a little ass licker." She was really crying now as she was forced to repeat the humiliating refrain.

When all three men had been serviced, the girls were given their panties back and told to put them on and return to their rooms. They would need to rest. The men from the company were very satisfied, and so was Ms. Jackson. All in a day's work at the Morrison Academy.

To Be Continued...........