The Ice House: Victoria’s Punishment

The class swot is caught cheating. Her Headmaster awaits.

Victoria hadn’t been into this part of the grounds before. In fact not many students had and they wouldn’t want to, even though it looked so lush and green on that bright summer evening.

The birds in the trees squarked loudly to greet her as she passed by, smiling at the buttercups and daisies that were peeking through the grass and the swathes of bluebells enjoying the woodland shade.

Families of rabbits, gambling in the sun were startled by her unexpected presence. They looked about themselves in panic as she approached, then quickly scampered away, zig wagging in confusion to reach the safety of their underground burrows.

Victoria would be heading underground too, but not to a place of safety…

She was heading to the ice House.

A single room cavern that had been dug into the hillside of the Helliwell estate during the 18th century. It was built to store ice, harvested from the estate’s ponds during the winter and to keep it frozen until the residents of the Hall ordered their chefs to provide the rare modern treat of ice cream, to delight and amaze their party guests.

Of course, the Ice House had fallen into disuse over the years as it was replaced by modern refrigeration. But now, in 1930’s the latest residents of Helliwell Hall had found a new use for the isolated, hidden and private venue, where no one could see or hear anything that was going on inside.

It was the new Headmaster of Helliwell Ladies College, had rediscovered it and decided it was the ideal.
The perfect place to administer his favourite type of discipline to the naughtiest of his pupils.
Victoria was about to visit it for the first time.

She eyed the heavy black door and approached apprehensively. She had only been at the College for a few months but she knew the other Helliwell girls had nicknamed it, “The Helliwell Hole” or, more simply, “The Hell Hole!”
Surely it couldn’t be that bad.
She was about to find out.

She knocked and the deep voice of Dr Lind, the Headmaster, ordered her to enter.

She didn’t know what she had expected to find, but it was unlike any place she had ever seen before.
A whitewashed stone corridor led to an eerie, circular, dome shaped chamber.
It was cold and damp with a bare stone floor and it was dark. There were no windows and no natural light, so the only illumination came from candlelight, reflected in the whitewash.

It was a scary, uncomfortable intimidating place, cut off from the rest of the world. There was no bird song to be heard here – just the echo of Victoria’s feet as she walked towards Lind’s desk.
His leather chair was the only soft surface to be found. His desk was solid and wooden as were the only two other pieces of furniture – an armless, straight back chair and a trestle that looked like a vaulting horse.
Even the plain walls were forboding – undecorated and closing in over her head, like a trap. Worse still, an array of canes, switches and sticks hung behind the desk, whist a series of hooks on the opposite side of the cavern were mysteriously empty.

Victoria stood before her Headmaster’s desk. She was determined to state her case and plead her innocence, but any optimism that she may get away with her misbehaviour, was diminishing rapidly.

“Now then, Blanchard. You know why you’re here.” The Headmaster was getting straight down to business.

“Yes Sir. We had a French test this morning and Miss Browning saw me look at Claudette Beauchamp’s paper and thought I was cheating, but I wasn’t.”

“I find that hard to believe, Blanchard. Why would you look at another student’s paper, if you weren’t trying to cheat.”

“Well Sir, it was my fault. With all the excitement of the hunt this weekend, I completely forgot that we had a test this morning, so I didn’t do any revision.
Then, when we did the test I panicked and couldn’t remember whether “le chateau” or “la chateau” was correct, so l took a quick look at Beauchamp’s paper and saw that she’d put “le” just like me.

I didn’t change my work or copy hers, Sir. Honestly.”

“You don’t usually sit next to Beauchamp, do you?”

“No Sir, Charteris usually sits with her but she fell off her mare in the hunt and she’s still in the San. I hope she’s better soon.”

“That was fortunate for you wasn’t it? On the day that you have a test that you haven’t prepared for, there is a spare seat next to the girl who is top of your class.”

“Yes Sir, but…”

“Doesn’t Beauchamp come from a French family?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Hasn’t she lived in France?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Is she not fluent in French?”

“She is Sir.”

“And you looked at her paper to check that your work was correct.”

“Yes Sir.” Victoria answered glumly. She knew her argument was lost.

Lind was about to deliver the final blow.
“Well Blanchard, I have no doubt that you are a clever girl. Indeed you are top of your class in almost all your subjects – including English, so surely you will realise that comparing your French translation with the work of a native French speaker falls squarely within the definition of “cheating”.

“Yes Sir. I accept that would be the logical conclusion.” She gave up…

“I should think so too.
Girls who are caught cheating are not tolerated at Helliwell Hall. They are not fit to wear the uniform of this august academy. You will take it off immediately.”

Victoria was stunned.
She had never been in trouble before.
She hadn’t expected to be told to remove her clothes.
Maybe this was the normal procedure.
Perhaps all the naughty girls had to it.
Did her Headmaster expect her to do it in front of him?

“I said, “immediately”, Blanchard. You can hang your clothes on the coat hooks behind you.”

So that’s what the hooks were for. Victoria satisfied herself that she wasn’t being asked to do anything out of the ordinary. It really must be what happened to all the girls that broke the rules.
It was embarrassing though.
Maybe that was the point.
She got on with it.

She hung up her blazer, necktie, blouse and skirt before turning to face Lind once more. She tried to remember her deportment classes and stand proud and erect despite her state of dress

Lind was delighted to see her trying to look so grand and haughty.
He licked his lips.
This was a greatest perk of his job.

He was a single man in his 30’s, obliged to live a dull life, in the middle of nowhere, without the fellowship of other men.
Of course, there were plenty of women amongst the staff, but aging spinsters were of little interest to him.
Occasionally a comely maid or servant would satisfy his masculine desires but, of course, the greatest prizes were to be found amongst the students. Beautiful, healthy, well brought up young ladies, who would never even look at a lowly schoolmaster in usual life, but who would have no choice but to obey his every command once they were within the confines his own, personal disciplinary chamber.

Victoria was about to become his latest trophy.

“When you dressed yourself this morning, Blanchard, why did you decide to wear those black shoes, white socks, navy blue knickers and that white brassiere?”

The naive girl thought this was a foolish question. “Well that’s what the rules say, isn’t it Sir?”

“And which rules would they be Blanchard?”

“The uniform rules Sir.”

“The Uniform Rules.” he repeated deliberately.
“I thought I told you to remove your uniform…”

“Oh Sir!” The impact of the Headmaster’s words hit home. “Surely you don’t mean… You don’t expect me to… What, here? Now? In front of you? Naked?”

He sat silently enjoying the moment, savouring the thought of watching her strip at his command.

“But Sir I’ve never… not in front of a man…. I’ve never even kissed a boy.”

It was time to play his Trump card.

“Blanchard. You are 16 years of age. In a few months you will be “doing the season”, going to balls, meeting eligible young men and finding a husband.
Within twelve months you could be married.

You will promise, before God to give your husband all that you have to give and to honour him with your very body.
How are you going to behave on your wedding night?
Are you going to hide that body from him like a timid little girl, or are you going present it too him like the greatest gift you have to give?”

“Well, naturally,” she squirmed in embarrassment, “I would want to give myself to him in the way that a loving bride should.”

“Of course you do, and your parents have sent you to this college to prepare you for life as a fine lady and a dutiful wife. It’s time for you cast off your childish timidity and act like a grown up.”

She a deep breath, “Alright Sir, I understand, but don’t laugh at me.”

“Of course not, Blanchard. You aren’t the first young lady I’ve had to discipline. I have seen all shapes, sizes and varieties.”

Victoria wasn’t convinced, but she knew she had no choice.
She returned to the coat hooks, shuffled off her shoes and socks. Took another deep breath, turned to face the wall and reluctantly gave up her knickers and bra, hanging the forlorn garments on the wall.

She walked carefully back to desk, taking short steps, keeping her legs together and using her hands to protect her modesty like Botticelli’s Venus.

“Is that how you are going to welcome your husband to your marital bed?” Lind chided.

She gave a final sigh of resignation.
It was time to abandon her childish ways.
She dropped her hands to her sides and stood straight once more. Looking directly ahead, biting her lip and fighting back tears of embarrassment.

Lind walked around her, looking her up and down, delighting in her nudity and taking in every curve.
“Hands behind your head,” he commanded, reinforcing his authority.

He could see that she was a very fine prize indeed.
Even in the dim candlelight, it was clear that Victoria was a natural beauty.
She was certainly “fair of face” blessed with a clear complexion, sharp, symmetrical features and green eyes. And although her hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, he could see that she had the long, lush blonde locks that so many men adore.

However, Lind was interested in much more than just her face.

He had forced her to pose in a way that would enhance her figure, arch her back and push her breasts forward for his viewing pleasure.
The bulge in his trousers confirmed that the pleasure was all his!
Victoria was a well nourished and well developed girl with full, healthy, man-pleasing tits, crowned by small nipples, pinched into tight peaks by the chilly air.

She felt his eyes upon her.
She was uncomfortable, humiliating and embarrassing, but she hoped that he was impressed by her naked form.
Her mother had always told her that she was beautiful, but she would say that wouldn’t she?
What Victoria craved was the male approval that would be so vital if she were to snare the most handsome and the most eligible batchelor.

Lind continued his silent but thorough inspection. Victoria knew he was looking at her arse.
It was smooth pert and round and her required posture made it stick out even more than usual.
A delight to behold and perfect for spanking…

The Headmaster completed his survey by eyeing her full straw coloured pubic triangle which, he was confident, must conceal the most luscious virgin cunt.

He gave his guarded verdict in clippdled tones. “You are a fine model of a young lady, Blanchard. Fair, well proportioned and unblemished. Your husband will have no complaints on that score.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Victoria was pleased and relieved by his endorsement. It seemed that her mother was right after all.
However he soon snapped her straight back to earth.

“However, no matter how physically attractive you may be no man will want to be with a girl with a reputation for cheating and dishonesty.”

“No Sir.”

“So it is my duty to discipline you accordingly.”
He sat on the straight back chair, eager to get his hands on that perfect arse.

“Come here.”

Victoria stood at his right as instructed. She moved unconsciously as though she was in a trance. She had lost control of her own destiny and knew that she had no option but to accept her fate, no matter how terrible.

“Bend over my lap.”

She was no sooner in position than she felt his bare palm resting on her equally naked buttock. His touch excited her strangely, stirring new feelings, deep inside her, but she knew it was simply the portent of the pain and humiliation ahead.

“Ow!”

He had spanked her and it hurt more than she’d expected, but Victoria was relieved.
It was only a spanking
It was only his hand.
The very mildest punishment she could hope to receive.

“Ouch!”

“Aaah!”

“I hope you appreciate your warm up, Blanchard. I wouldn’t be so cruel as to cane your cold bottom.”

Oh shit.
The spanking wasn’t Victoria’s punishment after all.
He was going to use one of those awful canes on her bare bottom

The spanking continued.
Victoria lost count if the blows.
She was too busy thinking about the dreaded caning that was still to come.
Heaven knows the spanking hurt enough!

Lind was right. Her arse was the perfect. Delightfully soft to the touch but reassuringly firm enough to absorb his smacks and bounce back for more.
He worked his way around the glorious globes, heating and reddening the flesh in preparation for the rod.

He instructed her to stand and bend over the trestle.
She moved in a trance once more. Compelled to comply but sniffling in fear and pain.
Lind manipulated her into the desired position. He knew exactly where he wanted her. A more comely girl would have been allowed to lay across the desk, preserving at least some of her modesty. But Victoria’s body was going to be fully displayed.

She was on tiptoes. Her legs fully extended. Her slit peeking through the thigh gap. Her bottom presented high atop the trestle. Her arms stretched down to grasp the crossbar and her tits hanging freely, unfettered, inflated by the force of gravity.

She had never been more frightened or demeaned. Fully exposed, extremely uncomfortable and knowing there was worse to come.

Lind selected his weapon of choice. A short stiff thuddy cane that would allow him to stand close to the helpless girl at his mercy.

“As it’s your first offence you will receive six strokes of the cane.” he announced. “You will hold still and count them out loud. You may cry out if necessary – no body will hear you.

He didn’t wait for a response.

“Whack!”

Victoria did “cry out”. “Aaaaaaaah!” Her squeal echoed around the dome. “One Sir.” Only one and it hurt like hell.

“Aaaaaagh” Two Sir.

She didn’t know how she would endure the full six strokes, but somehow she did.
They landed parallel.
Evenly spread across her taut bare buttocks
Delivered by a well practiced and unforgiving hand.
Lind enjoyed his work.
Victoria lay sobbing and broken, across the trestle as he returned the cane to its hook.

She was allowed her a few minutes to regain her composure before being instructed to stand once more and place her hands behind her head. It was clear that Lind wanted to admire her body some more.

“That completes your punishment, Blanchard.” He told her, once he had has a genuine eye full. “Is there anything you wish to say?”

“Yes Sir.” She tried to recall to text suggested in the College Handbook.
“Thank you for my correction Sir. I apologise for my previous misconduct and will endeavour to maintain high standards expected of a Helliwell Lady in future.”
It was nonsense, of course. She didn’t think she had done anything wrong, but it was the kind of clap trap that women of her class were often expected to spout.

Lind was satisfied with her degrading statement and allowed her to dress once more.
She was permitted to put on all her clothes except for her skirt and knickers.
She felt rather foolish, standing in front of him with nothing but the tail of blouse covering her bum and pubes.
Lind pulled a scarlet coloured garment from his desk.

“Do you know what this is Blanchard?”

“Yes Sir,” she said quietly.
“It’s the Red Skirt of Shame.”

She looked down at her shoes. Her punishment was not over yet….

To be continued.

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