Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 51

by Long Tall Mary

My ego is such, that whenever I loose a contract to provide dominatrix services, my reaction is one of anger. Such was the case nearly a year ago when I lost the contract to provide disciplinary services, to the all-female boarding academy near Ithaca.

Since that time the academy has been through two different headmistress’, both subsequent to the departure of Headmistress Jones, who had resigned after financial irregularities were discovered. The current headmistress, Cecilia, was on the verge of resigning due to rampant cadet misconduct but made one final entreaty to the board of directors.

It seems that the cadets, most of whom are at the school to defer criminal prosecution, have shown a lack of fear of any significant punishment, since corporal and bondage methods are no longer permitted. Infractions ran the gamut from possessing cell phones to assaultive behavior towards the staff, most of whom are of the social worker mindset and disposed rather charitably towards the wayward cadets.

Regardless of their disciplinary record, all the cadets were assured of weekend leave because none of the staff were willing to work weekends. Overall there was little incentive to abide by the rules, the only reason the cadets had to fear expulsion was failure to maintain minimal academic standards

Evidently the board of directors was unwilling to face the resignation of yet another Headmistress, subsequently Cecilia was authorized to explore the possibility of bondage and corporal discipline. She agreed to meet me for suppertime at my downtown bar, at which time she would be treated to a sumptuous meal and we would discuss the disciplinary matter privately in my office at the bar.

In contrast to Headmistress Jones I was favorably impressed by Cecilia, whereas Jones was squeamish about such trivialities as leaving red welts on the cadets, Cecilia accepted the necessity of punishments that were both painful and humiliating. Her main concern was allegations of sexual abuse, such as oral and anal sex, but I assured her that I had no such intentions.

My proposed compensation package was much higher than previously. For a minimum of one month I would spend Friday overnight at the academy disciplining the cadets who would be confined for the weekend, with Noreen serving as my assistant. This meant not being present for the large Friday night bar crowd, but I was satisfied that Patti would be able to adequately handle affairs.

One of my preconditions was that the academy acquire certain disciplinary equipment. The first item was a pillory, this is a very effective disciplinary tool and it can be used even when I’m not present. It just so happened that Joe, the leather store owner, had a pillory for sale and Cecilia agreed to purchase it from him for one thousand dollars, including delivery. It was one small way of repaying Joe for his past services.

Another pre-condition was that the academy provide suitable confinement facilities. Underneath the administration building is a dank basement, well suited for that purpose. Realistically I couldn’t expect the academy to spend hundreds of dollars constructing holding cells, however they did agree to provide numerous wall, floor, and ceiling rings which were suitable for attaching restraints. In addition they agreed to purchase three canine type metal cages which would be placed in the basement.

During my previous service at the academy the student body consisted of twenty cadets, currently the number was eighteen. None of the current cadets had any prior interaction with me, however most were aware that a tall, middle aged dominatrix, had transported a group of cadets to a dungeon and done some very kinky things to them as well as to, then Headmistress Jones.

I explained to Cecilia the reason why I disciplined the former Headmistress, this appeared to be of no great concern to her and she assured me she would do nothing to embarrass me in the presence of the cadets. Cecilia brought to my attention that the suspected ringleader of the errant cadets was Andrea, an 18 year Long Island resident attending her first semester at the academy.

Plans were made for Noreen and I to arrive at the academy early on a Friday afternoon. The format would be similar to my last visit, the cadets would fall out for formation and I would explain the new disciplinary program. Immediately thereafter an inspection would be conducted of the cadets’ living area and their belongings, anyone found to be in possession of contraband would be denied weekend liberty and confined for discipline.

Arrangements were also made to have the pillory device delivered simultaneously by two of Joe’s associates, it would be positioned outdoors at the entrance to the administration building and covered until I chose the right moment to unveil it. I didn’t expect to have any difficultly finding a cadet to be the first locked into the pillory and humiliated before the group.

The student body fell out on schedule with the cadets attired in their athletic uniforms, consisting of white t-shirts with the academy name emblazoned upon it, red shorts and gym shoes. These certainly were more appealing than the drab blue sweater, white blouse, grey skirt outfit ordinarily worn, however the t-shirts tended to be loose fitting and consistent with the prudish orientation of the academy.

I began my monologue, observing the reaction of the cadets closely, and after several minutes I removed the cover from the pillory, resulting in some rather apprehensive facial expressions. One cadet, a precociously chesty blonde, was making snickering faces and she would be the first to be humiliated, indeed it was Andrea, the alleged ringleader.

Without requiring her to fall out of formation I addressed the wench in a respectful manner, “Cadet, could you tell us all what you find so amusing?” Her response was “that device may have been fine for women who fell asleep in Puritan churches in the 17^th century but it is clearly cruel and unusual punishment by contemporary standards”.

Another pre law student I thought to myself as I issued my first command to Noreen, “place the enlightened bitch in the pillory and prepare her for caning”. Cadet Andrea was stunned by the command and before she could react Noreen grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the pillory.

The pillory was a five hole device with three at the upper level for the head and arms, the base platform had two for the legs. I assisted Noreen in securing the wench in the device, including her legs which were spread about four feet wide. Our swiftness and forcefulness of technique most certainly prevented any physical resistance. The wench exhibited verbal insolence, basically telling us we were violating her rights but wisely refraining from using epithets such as “bitch”.

“Indeed you do have the right to remain silent” I chortled as I stuffed a pair of soiled panties into her mouth, I always have at least one pair in my jobber bag. The rest of the cadets were aghast as I pulled down Andrea’s shorts and panties to prepare her for caning, this pleasurable task I would perform myself.

In addition to Headmistress Cecilia, three academy female staffers were present. While I had doubts as to their loyalty, Cecilia was confident that their presence discouraged any attempt at rebellion by the cadets. I resumed my monologue to the formation, leaving Andrea humiliatingly pilloried and contemplating her fate.

My speech completed, the cadets were ordered to line up facing Andrea so as she would be further humiliated by having them see her anguished facial expressions during the caning. I administered eight strokes with my rattan, afterwards I tried to soothe Andrea’s feelings somewhat by telling her she probably wouldn’t be able to sit for several days without pain, and the welts would take even longer to heel.

Leaving Andrea in the pillory the other cadets were ordered to their living area for an inspection. This is a communal area, with all the beds in one large non partitioned room. Each cadet stood at attention by her bed as I inspected her locker and other personal belongings.

The results of the inspection confirmed the perception of Headmistress Cecilia that disciplinary infractions were rampant. In all, seventeen of the eighteen cadets were found to be in possession of contraband such as cell phones, contraceptives, marijuana and alcohol. As I only intended to confine six cadets for the weekend I was forced to prioritize and I took into consideration the demerit sheet maintained by Cecilia. Finally I selected six cadets, including Andrea of course, who would be confined at the academy, the others would be dealt with later.

My next move was to force the six cadets to engage in some strenuous exercise which would leave them exhausted and in a more compliant frame of mind. This was a “sack” race, only instead of sacks the cadets were bound hand and foot with plastic cuffs, including Andrea who was released from the pillory. In addition tape was placed over the mouth of each cadet.

Outdoors we measured off a course of one hundred fifty feet, the cadets had to hop back and forth for twenty minutes. At the end of that period the last cadet to cross the finish line would be restrained in the pillory and caned in the same manner as had Andrea. If a cadet fell while hopping she would be dragged to her feet by pulling her hair. The heaviest of the cadets was Lydia, a plumper at about 5’4” and 165 pounds, she was the early favorite to loose, although personally I hoped Andrea would loose and be subjected to double caning.

Cecilia, Noreen and myself had a hard time containing our delight as the cadets hopped furiously and moaned through their gags as they attempted to avoid a last place finish. To her credit, Lydia did not fall once and was holding her own for the first half of the race. Andrea, however did fall and I took my time before pulling her to her feet.

Lydia finished last nearly two minutes after the second last place finisher, I found this somewhat regrettable as she seemed to have the least defiant attitude of the group. You can’t let personal sentiment cloud your judgment in these cases, and I unhesitatingly cut her wrist and ankle bindings off and walked her to the pillory. The poor wench was trying hard to avoid crying as Noreen locked her in place and arranged her clothing accordingly.

Noreen administered seven strokes with the rattan, the other five cadets still had their wrist bindings in place and were made to witness the caning. I decided that a few hours standing in the basement dungeon would be a good follow up to the race. After escorting the six to the dungeon their plastic bindings were replaced with leather wrist cuffs. The low height of the basement allowed the cuffs to be padlocked to the hooks on the ceiling, no tethering was necessary.

After the cadets were secure in the basement they were left unattended, with the tape covering their mouths having been removed following the race. Ordinarily I like to have my subs gagged but in this case the cadets were unaware that a CCTV with both audio and video had been installed. I had no doubt that I would hear some interesting chatter.

As Cecilia and I emerged from the basement, a secretary gave her a rather disturbing message. It seems that Andrea’s boy friend, upset over her weekend confinement, had called to say that he was on his way to the academy and had no intention of leaving without her.

The relatives of the cadets selected for weekend confinement are notified by telephone early Friday afternoon to avoid making an unnecessary trip to the bus stop in Dryden. Andrea was from Long Island but was authorized to spend weekends with another cadet from the Binghamton area. This cadet’s relatives had been notified and word soon reached Andrea’s boyfriend, Juan.

What was even more disturbing was that Cecilia had reason to suspect Juan was a drug dealer, carried a handgun and drove a stolen car. These circumstances were formidable but I was confident that I would be able to deal with the thug.

It was only three in the afternoon which meant Juan would likely arrive within ninety minutes. My first move was to place a call to Joe at the leather store, to request assistance from some of his gay associates, he assured me that someone would arrive within two hours.

If only Juan realized what was in store for him, most certainly he would have refrained from such a foolhardy mission. I’m not fond of guns and stolen cars but the thought of Juan being tortured by both myself, as well as treated to forced gay sex, clearly outweighed the risks.

END PART 51