The Morrison Academy for Training and Discipline was a special place. It bore the name of its founder and one of its chief benefactors, William Morrison. Mr. Morrison was extremely dedicated to the proper discipline and training of young women. He had begun with his own daughter, but it had long been his dream to open his own facility where a larger number of women could be trained and his methods could be refined. Finally, his dream had come true. With profits from the 1990's bull market, he and several of his like-minded friends had opened the Academy in early 1999.

They had purchased 20 acres in rural upstate N.Y. and constructed a "barracks" which could accommodate up to 20 girls as well as much nicer staff quarters. There were athletic fields for outdoor training, as well as special "classrooms" and a cafeteria. The staff had been carefully selected. Margaret Jackson, a registered nurse with corrections experience, ran the facility. It was rumored that the 55-year-old woman was a lesbian, but, in any event, she was very effective and the girls were terrified of her. She had three male assistants who helped with discipline and also ran "classes" and training programs. They were also very capable in their jobs and very enthusiastic.

The Academy accepted young women aged 18 - 25, usually for a three-week "shock incarceration" program. A few had been sent by their families or husbands. The majority, however, had in one way or another run afoul of the law . They had been given the choice of jail or the Academy. Even though the academy was tough, many women preferred it to long jail terms. The girls signed a special contract which stated that they agreed to submit to the program and stipulating that they would not be physically harmed.

The following comes from the personal narrative of Officer Frank Johnson, one of Headmistress Jackson's assistants.

1. Sunday Night Discipline.

We entered the girls' sleeping quarters at 9:00 p.m. It was a military-style barracks lit by bright overhead fluorescent lights. It was time for our evening inspection of the girls. Tonight was Sunday, so it was also discipline night, where any infractions from the week were addressed. The girls waited in front of their beds naked with their legs spread apart and their hands locked behind their heads. A few of them had been shorn of their pubic hair for previous offenses. Wearing pubic hair was considered a privilege and misbehaviour or failure to obey an order could result in its swift removal. Most women found this procedure extremely degrading, as it reduced them to a child-like state and increased their sense of exposure.

We passed the girls, giving a brief visual inspection before pausing in front of one of our newest inmates, Nadia Velasquez. Nadia was a striking 20-year-old Latina girl. She had large soulful brown eyes and a mane of tightly curled chestnut hair that fell down well past her shoulders. Her body was athletic yet voluptuous. She had smooth, very light-brown skin and her features were full, especially her lips which could instantly express any emotion from beaming happiness to a petulant pout.

Right now, she stared at the floor, and her face expressed nothing but embarrassment and dread. She had still not gotten used to the idea of being naked in front of men. Despite having grown up in a tough area, she was a very conservative girl. Tonight she was to be disciplined for her earlier refusal to display herself properly to a male guard. Headmistress Jackson spoke to the cowering girl.

"Well, Ms. Velasquez. It seems that you're still a little bit modest. Well, I assure you, there's no room for modesty here. Everyone here is going to be seeing quite a bit of everything the good Lord gave you, so you better get used to it."

"Yes, Headmistress," the girl said, biting her lip.

"But for now, you must be punished. For your refusal to display yourself, you will receive a crevice whipping from the switch."

I had been looking at Nadia's large delectable breasts, and I had to interject. "Excuse me, Headmistress, but may I first examine her breasts?" I asked. I sensed that she was shy about being so big and wanted to take advantage of this. I think it's good for recalcitrant young ladies to have their breasts handled against their will. It can really help to curb their arrogance. I stood in front of the terrified girl and placed one hand on each of her large breasts. I kneaded, squeezed and lewdly fondled and cupped them and tweaked her nipples until, to her great shame, they became erect. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look directly at me. Her eyes brimmed with tears as I continued my rough examination. I forced her to hop up and down so I could watch her breasts flop and jiggle. The tears had started slowly spilling down her face.

"Now, Ms. Velasquez," I said, as I finished, "I want you to repeat after me. Thank you, Officer Johnson..."

"Thank you, Officer Johnson," she replied meekly.

"For playing with my big tits," I said smiling.

"Please, sir, don't make me say that. I can't," she stammered in a barely audible voice.

I drew back and slapped her hard across her exposed breast. "Oh, yes, you can, and will, Ms. Velasquez, or you lovely bottom will pay the price. Now let's try this again. Thank you, Officer Johnson..."

"Thank you, Officer Johnson."

"For playing with my big tits," I said with satisfaction, watching her face.

"For ppplaying with my -- my bbbig tits," she said, breaking into heartrending sobs.

"Well, you're very welcome, Ms. Velasquez," I said mockingly, "and I very much look forward to playing with all the other lovely parts of you very soon."

Ms. Jackson gave her a few moments to collect herself before she spoke.

"All right. Let's begin with the punishment," she said sternly.

"Nadia, I want you to lay face down on the bed and spread your legs for us like a good girl."

The mortified girl had no choice but to comply. She climbed awkwardly onto the bed and lay face down on the blankets. Slowly, reluctantly she spread her legs. I have to say she had one of the loveliest bottoms I had ever seen. It was smooth as a baby's skin and her cheeks were round and firm. With her legs spread, we could see the dark valley between her buttocks as well as her vagina, which was covered with a soft brown fur. The poor girl was now only moments from being forced to reveal her most intimate secrets to her stern disciplinarians.

"Officer Johnson," Headmistress Jackson said, "would you do the honors?"

"With pleasure," I replied.

This was the moment we had all been waiting for. I placed one knee on the bed for balance and leaned over her. I teased her for a moment, running my hands lightly over the now goose-pimpled flesh. I then took a deep breath, grasped her buttocks with both hands and slowly spread them apart. There was a moment of silence as we beheld the erotic spectacle before us. The brown pucker of Nadia's anus winked up at us lewdly, like an exotic flower as we peered intently at her most private part.

"Well, Ms. Velasquez, up until now you've been very shy, but now here we are looking at your pretty little anus and vagina as closely as any doctor ever did, or any of your little boyfriends either. As I've said before, there's no room for modesty here."

Nadia hid her face in the pillow as we carefully inspected her genitals.

"You will now receive 10 strokes of the switch," said the Headmistress.

She pulled the switch out of her apron. It was made from a sanded-down willow branch and when applied by her masterful hands could be a very effective instrument of correction. With unerring accuracy and unforgiving force, she brought the switch down directly on the girls exposed anus. Nadia let out a squeal as the switch made contact. She kicked her legs wildly as the remainder of the strokes fell, but I held her firmly. She bit her pillow and moaned as her punishment was delivered. Her little toes were curling with the smart of the whip. Even her naked little feet were pretty.

Finally, the tenth stroke fell and it was over. Her face remained buried in the pillow as I let go of her bottom and got up. She had had enough for tonight. Besides, she needed to conserve her strength because her training and exercise program would start tomorrow. The punishments at the Academy were carefully graded to maximize the girls' humiliation and assure that their sense of powerlessness remained high at all times. They had hired a psychologist who advised them on the psychological aspects of discipline and humiliation. It was she who had recommended shaving off the girls' pubic hair for punishment. She also suggested that rather than being kept naked at all times, that the girls should be made to strip repeatedly in front of staff. As you can see, the Academy did not take its mission lightly.

Leaving Nadia to her tears, we moved down the line. Our next stop was Susan Keyes, a 24-year-old blond with a nubile body and a California tan. She stood before us naked as the day she was born, having lost her pubic hair the day before as a result of mouthing off to a guard. These inspection sessions could be as brief or as long as was required. Headmistress Jackson would often fondle the girls or make them assume degrading or revealing positions so their genitals and hygiene could be checked. In this case, Ms. Jackson fondled her breasts briefly and then reached down and fingered her exposed vagina.

"What a smooth little pussy you have, my dear," she said mockingly. "Just like a baby little California girl. Well, I hope this embarrassment will teach you to hold your tongue."

"Yes, Headmistress," said the furiously blushing girl.

Our next stop was Inessa, a Russian girl from the southern part of the former republic. She had reddish brown hair cut to her shoulders and bangs on her forehead. She had very pretty features, a slightly olive complexion, pouty lips and fiery brown eyes that shown with defiance. She had a rebellious streak, and we were determined to break her.

"Well, Inessa, I see here that you have not attended your obedience class for the last two days," she said coldly. "You will receive a punishment of two minutes of the "ball of fire," along with a public enema.

She made the girl lay on the bed on her back and then pull her knees up until they touched her shoulders. I had seen Inessa's privates before, but this was really a great view. Her fleshy vagina was covered with reddish brown hair and the lips were slightly parted. Her anus, about the size of a quarter, made an inviting target. Despite the humiliating position, the girl's face showed only contempt and defiance.

The ball of fire was an ingenious little trick. It consisted of an ordinary cotton swab which was dipped in rubbing alcohol and the inserted into the rectum. It caused no real damage, but was excruciatingly painful. Ms. Jackson motioned for me to hold the girl as she poured the alcohol onto the ball. She set the bottle on the dresser and then reached down with her left hand, using her thumb and index finger to spread her anus. Her right index finger then pushed the ball into the girl's rectum. I held Inessa tightly as she pulled her finger out of the girl's bottom. The effect was instantaneous.

"Owwww.....owww...oww," she began wailing. "Ooooooohh.......ppppleeeasse.....it hurts...owwwwww.....!"

Her breathing was shallow and rapid and her face was contorted with pain. Her pride was gone now, and all she cared about was the fire burning in her rectum. Headmistress Jackson eyed her watch.

"That's only 30 seconds, missy," she said sternly. "Ninety to go. You're going to feel the fire in your saucy little bottom."

"Owwwwwwww.....oooooooohhhhhhh........nnnnoooooooo!....pppppleeeeassssss e.....take it out.....oooooohhhh.....I...bbbbbbeg.... yyyyyyyou..........pppppleeeeeease........o......it...hurts," she howled.

Hearing her squeal and plead was quite diverting. She was also putting on a visual show, as her anus expanded and contracted in wild spasms, futilely trying to expel the intruder. When the two minutes had elapsed,Headmistress Jackson inserted her finger and removed the ball, throwing it in the trashcan next to the bed. Inessa lay on the bed writhing and clutching her buttocks hysterically as the pain slowly subsided.

"Well, that's only part of your discipline, young lady," she continued. She then made Inessa stand at the front of the bed and bend over and touch her toes. She was forced to wait like that while the enema cart was wheeled out. The cart contained a large red enema bag along with several nozzles and lubricant. There was also a large glass bowl into which the girls were made to expel. Ms. Jackson handed me the lubricant.

"Officer Johnson," she said, "please lubricate the prisoner."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

I then gave the still bending girl one of my favorite orders. "All right, young lady. Reach back with both hands and spread your cheeks like a good girl," I said.

Slowly, she reached back and complied with the degrading order. I squeezed some K-Y onto the tip of my finger and began lubricating her. I took my time pausing to "goose" her, inserting my finger all the way into her rectum and probing her inner depths. To emphasize her helplessness, I reached down and pinched one of her hanging breasts.

Next came the enema. Headmistress Jackson hooked up the enema to one of the larger, penis-shaped nozzles. I waved it in front of Inessa's face to taunt her.

"I think you're really going to like this one, dear, don't you agree?" I said coldly.

By this time she was near tears. I slowly inserted the nozzle into her. Her anus stretched wide around the intruder. I sodomized her for almost a minute, pistoning it in and out. We were both enjoying the sex show Inessa was unwillingly putting on. I inserted it a final time and gave the signal to release the water. It was a large enema, and it took almost a minute to fill her. Warning her not to spill a drop, I withdrew the nozzle and helped her up. She was wobbly from all the water and there were tears welling up in her pretty brown eyes.

Ms. Jackson had a novel idea for her final humiliation. There was a ballet barre attached to the wall at the far end of the room that was sometimes used for punishments. Inessa was led over to it and made to lift up her right leg onto the barre and lean forward. This classic ballet position left her crotch completely spread open. For a final touch, we summoned Susan Keyes and made the mortified girl hold the bowl directly underneath Inessa. She certainly was going to have a great view!

"Inessa," you have misbehaved and must be punished. "You will now perform your most private function in front of an audience. I hope you'll learn your lesson."

The girl could barely hold the water and she yearned for release, despite her shame.

"When I count to three, you may expel," Ms. Jackson said.

"One.....Two....Three......."

With a low moan of defeat and shame, Inessa let go, the floodwaters broke, and a stream of clear water splashed into the bowl that Susan Keyes held under her. A few drops hit Susan in the face as she tried to turn away. The rest of the water gushed out with a few rude farting noises. Inessa's humiliation was now complete. Still holding the barre, she wept in utter humiliation.

Our mission completed, we sent Susan to empty the bowl and helped the trembling sobbing Inessa to her bed. We were done for the night. It was time for lights out and, besides, the girls needed their rest, since the special "exercise and training" program would begin tomorrow and they needed their strength. Headmistress Jackson and I turned out the lights and walked down the long hall to our quarters, content in a job well done.