Memories Of Long Tall Mary

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 70

by Long Tall Mary

April had spent the whole trip in silence, with the airway gag effectively preventing any intelligible speech by her. It was just as well, as the sedative was wearing off, and she probably would have liked to voice some negative sentiments. To heighten her distress I covered her with a cloth blindfold for the last half hour of the trip. This was partly to test Denise, to see if the EMT would protest this rather unusual action, but she made no comment.

As the ambulance pulled up to the hospital ambulance entrance, Lorraine was standing outside, having been notified by me about fifteen minutes ago by phone of our arrival time. Even wearing her white nurse uniform along with a dark blue sweater, she looked every bit as mean and intimidating, as when she was attired in her dominatrix attire. Actually that is not an accurate characterization, as her customary dominatrix attire, is sweat pants and sweat shirt. At least in uniform she appeared more professional.

The ambulance driver, a geekish looking adolescent type, entered the patient compartment without saying a word, and I ignored him completely. Denise removed the wrist and ankle restraints from April and I assisted her in exiting the ambulance. The airway gag remained in place for the time being. Lorraine directed the ambulance crew to leave immediately and took hold of April by the arm, leading her inside the hospital.

The agreement was that I could observe the admissions and evaluation procedure for thirty minutes, at which time I would depart for the academy. I took a brief break to call Noreen for an assessment of the cadet situation there. She replied that the bound and gagged cadets were straining from their forced standing bondage. Realizing that such submissives can endure only so much, I ordered Noreen to take the cadets down from the ladder. They would then be taken individually to the dormitory and bound to their respective beds. The gags would remain in place, and they were to be observed continuously by staff.

April was taken directly to a private room and by the time I entered she had been stripped naked and was undergoing a routine physical examination by Lorraine and Dr. Yen. This consisted of being weighed, measured and finger probes of the vaginal and rectal tracts. The more menial tasks were performed by the doctor, while Lorraine enthusiastically performed the probes herself.

One would expect that the psychiatrist would be more assertive than the nurse when dealing with the patient. In this case it quickly became clear that Lorraine was in charge, not only was Yen submissive sexually, but also in the professional sense. My contempt for male subs is legendary, and it was only strengthened as I observed Lorraine issue one order after another, with the doctor reflexively obeying.

I did not find the doctor, about 30 years old and of apparent Chinese descent, to be sexually appealing. My feelings would have been the same even if I hadn’t known in advance that he was a submissive. Compounding my disdain for him was that he did not speak fluent English, of all the medical specialties, psychiatry would be the one in which such ability would be most important. He was probably homophobic as well and I’m certain a session in my dungeon, with a guest visit by a gay male dom, would give me great pleasure.

With the preliminary examination complete, April was allowed to wear panties and a long tee shirt, before being spread-eagled with four leather cuffs to the bed. Lorraine explained it was routine protocol for those at risk for suicide. Of course that diagnosis had been fabricated to justify her admission; the real purpose was to correct her propensity for academy mischief.

Lorraine assured me, that as the charge nurse, she would personally supervise each therapy session. She was rather pointedly vague as to the specifics of the therapy, but judging from the presence in the room, of a machine with electrodes attached to it, electroshock was one of the modalities.  If all went well April would be discharged within three days.

Before leaving for the academy I placed a call to the CEO and assured him that the situation was under control. He did issue one edict; the confinement cages in the basement would have to be removed, they would be sent special delivery to a New York City address. While they had escaped detection by the maverick board member on her recent visit, he expressed fear they might be detected during a surprise future inspection. Considering that the pillory device I had earlier procured for the academy had also been shipped to the CEO, it confirmed my suspicion that he was a personal bondage practitioner. I prudently kept these thoughts to myself.

The drive back to the academy was hardly an enlightening experience. The female staffer assigned to drive me was a clerical employee and not directly involved in supervising the cadets. As I do so often I probed to discern if she had any interest in bondage, her response was that she had read the book “Of Human Bondage” in high school and found it boring. When I flatly asked if she would enjoy serving another female sexually, she emphatically stated her distaste for such activity. I spent most of the remainder of the trip making cell calls for sundry reasons.

Upon arrival at the academy I consulted with Headmistress Cecilia, who clearly was fearful that the cadet rebellion would result in her being replaced. I assured her that the rebellion would be short lived, and that the CEO was satisfied with her managerial ability, although the later was not true. Personally I was confident that the hospital therapy would modify April’s behavior for the better, and dealing with the other cadets would not be difficult.

The cadets were still bound to their beds and tape gagged. For nearly five hours they had been in restraint, nearly half of it in a forced standing position and unable to communicate with one another. They would be putty in my hands. I decided that I would interview each one separately in a private room and detect any inconsistencies in their accounts as to who instigated the rebellion, with a little corporal punishment thrown in as well.

Each of the cadets was led to and from the office room by Noreen, after finishing with me they would be sent to a classroom. My preference for corporal punishment has always been with the sub restrained, in this case the ankle bindings and gags were removed by Noreen but their wrists remained bound behind them. As they were attired in their classroom uniforms, I would remove their skirts before administering strokes with the rattan. The interrogation would follow the caning, and their wrist restraints would be removed when the interrogation was complete.

The cadets seemed resigned to their punishment and none offered any protest. Each of the seventeen cadets received six hard strokes on the buttocks, assuring they would have red welts for several days. It was a rare, but very gratifying pleasure to be able to administer one hundred and two strokes in such a short period. The threat of further strokes no doubt influenced the cadets to be truthful during their interrogation. Their individual versions were consistent, in that each implicated April as the instigator.

With the caning and interrogation sessions completed, the cadets were assembled in a classroom, and I addressed them as a group. I didn’t deem it necessary to solicit Headmistress Cecilia’s input in advance, such was my opinion of her inferior managerial ability. Basically I decreed that the cadets would receive amnesty, but all liberty for the coming weekend was cancelled. They would all be required to engage in some type of punitive hard labor. However I emphasized that individual attitude assessments would be made, and that those who fared well could expect a reduction of their individual work assignments.

After the cadets were released from the assembly, I spoke with Cecilia for about a half hour. She was given detailed instructions on how to cope with the situation. I emphasized that the CEO would be quite pleased to learn the revolt had ended, and that I would give her due credit for helping to bring about that result. While I had no such intention, it would give her a temporary morale boost and hopefully enable her to prevent a recurrence.

April would remain at the psychiatric facility for evaluation and treatment, upon discharge I would personally transport her back to the academy and decide what punishment was warranted for her. One possibility would be to transfer her to the academy’s boot camp facility in Massachusetts. While I hadn’t been there personally my understanding was that it was a short term program, modeled after the shock incarceration concept. This would require parental approval, so I wasn’t confident that the transfer would materialize.

Satisfied that the situation was under control, both Noreen and departed, I headed back to Syracuse and Noreen to Cortland. On route I discussed the matter by cell with the CEO and he was most appreciative for the manner in which I handled the situation. He did frown upon the possibility of April being transferred to the boot camp, the facility was running at overflow capacity and he doubted the mother would give consent. Cecilia had already informed the mother of the hospitalization, and she seemed rather indifferent to the matter, even though the tuition rate for the boot camp was much higher than the Ithaca area academy.

Once again I arrived at my bar just before 4:30PM for another unannounced inspection. Both Patti and Kristen were on duty, neither appeared to jump for joy at my presence, but at least they were productively occupied. However as luck would have it another problem was developing, an intoxicated slovenly middle aged patron was becoming increasingly loud and hit on two professional women, both of whom are regular customers. Patti assured me that he was not intoxicated upon his arrival, as I have a firm rule against serving such patrons unless I can vouch personally for that person.

I walked up to him, introduced myself as the owner, and told him it was time to leave, as he was bothering my customers. The fact that I was attired in my dominatrix outfit evidently prompted him to respond contemptously, “look leather babe, I’ll leave when I’m good and ready”.

Over the years I’ve been quite adept at ejecting unruly patrons, and have resorted to such tactics as gluing the customer’s pants to the bar stool, this assures the pants will rip when the customer is pried off the stool. In this case I decided on a more direct approach. With Patti and Kristen positioned to my rear for back up, I took the slob’s drink glass and poured the liquid on his head. Before he could react I backhanded him across the face with my hand.

The slob was clearly stunned and his instinctive reaction would be to strike back at me. But Patti and I, with practiced precision, each grabbed one arm, and after opening the door Kristen pushed from his rear allowing us to perform a rather unorthodox ejection, half pulling and half pushing. This resulted in the slob on the sidewalk outside and reeling against a parked car. Evidently he realized the futility of resistance and he quickly disappeared from sight.

Elated by our precision teamwork, the three of us high fived each other. I then took the time to apologize to the two customers for the inconvenience and each received a complimentary drink. My no holds barred approach with unruly patrons, combined with my customer interaction skills, assures me of a loyal clientele. Satisfied that my presence at the bar was no longer needed, I headed for home and a much needed night of solitude.

END PART 70