Synopsis: As about 100.000 youngsters every year from the states,
Debbie is sent to a behaviour modification facility by her
parents in order to adjust her way of life. This is her story.

Author: JensenDenmark

Title: Banished


Early morning
=============

”Hello Honey! Wake up” It was my mother. I looked up. There were
two strangers in the room – a man and a woman.

I was confused. Who were they? I looked at the clock. It was
three o’clock in the morning.

“Betty. I have found this nice boarding school for you. These
people are your escort to the school. Please be nice and follow
their instruction. I have written a letter for you with further
explanation. I have to go now. I love you. Bye.”

She ran out of the door. For a moment there was silence. Then I
heard the front door. My mother had left the house.

The man stepped forward.

“Come out of the bed and undress. You need to be prepared for the
journey.” I stepped out of the bed. They seemed much stronger
than me and very strict. What was going on?

“Turn around and cross your arms on your back.” I did as I was
told. I was so scared. My mom had always told me not to talk with
strangers and now she had turned me over to these unknown people.

I felt them grab my arms and put some leather around them. I
later learned that it was some kind of muff. They also put
something that felt like leather cuffs on my upper arms and I
felt as they tighten some straps between the muff and the cuffs.
I had no use of my arms.

“What are you doing? It hurt.” Actually it was bearable, but I
was so scared, that I almost was going to pee right there.

“Don’t talk. Just do as you are told. Then it would go easy and
smooth.” Suddenly they pulled something over my head. It must be
a leather hood. I tried to resist but they both held me while the
hood were laced tight. I could not see and barely hear.

There was a mouth opening and I started to yell for my mom. But
then they inserted something in my mouth. It tasted like rubber
and filled almost my mouth totally. It had at that point never
sucked a dick, so I did not recognise that it was a pecker gag.

I started to sob. I was so afraid. What are they going to do to
me?

Then I felt something soft between my legs. It was some kind of
padded underwear. I later learned that it was a disposable
diaper. They were just finishing when I felt that they put
leather cuffs on my legs. How were they expecting me to travel
when my legs were tied together?

They took me under their arms and carried me between them. I did
not know where they were going. I felt the coolness of the night
and I knew that they had carried me outside. It was so shameful -
Me in almost nothing in a public street. I cried inside the hood.

They guide me into a car and once inside, they strapped me tight.
It was an unpleasant way to ride.

I was all-tearful inside the hood. Why had my parents done this
to me?


Who I am
========

My name is Debbie and I am 15 years old. I am a single child. I
live with my parents.

I have always had good grades in school. I enjoy music and
basketball. I have been on my school team for year until I
injured my knee. I turned my interest to history and was a
straight-A student. I don’t touch alcohol or any drugs. Normally
I didn’t go out. Not even to a movie.

But then I met Brian at the Library. I know about my mother’s
principles about boys. And I respect her. I have never been with
Brian outside the school.

However, a month ago I asked if I could go to the movie with
Brian. My mother went ballistic. She felt betrayed because I had
not told my about Brian and me talking to him at school. She even
claimed that I had slept with him in school. I – of course –
denied my false allegations.

I had to go back to Brian and tell him that I couldn’t go. Some
week after we broke up even before we got to be a real couple.

In the summer petrol price rose and my father decided that we
should use a manual lawn mower instead of a lawn tractor. Our
lawn is huge (about 3 acres) and normally it is my job, so I
protested. My father had to cave in at last but it took a week
before he gave up.

Then a week ago, both my mother and my father confronted me just
after breakfast and asked me to take a drug test; they got from
the local drug store. I had not problem with it, because I am no
drug user. I was rather surprised when it became positive. Of
course there was a lot of shouting. I thought that they had
falsified the test. It did not show the correct result.

My parents were not convinced and took me to the doctor. We did a
blood test and it was of course negative. The doctor had written
a note, where he explained that the poppy seeds on the bread had
cause the positive test and informed my parents that such cheap
test had a large margin of error.

So they calmed down and I did expect our daily life to go on a
usual. Well, that was until now.
On the way to the airport

I could sense that the car was moving. After a while I felt
someone fiddle at the side of the hood.

“Now you can here me. The hood, you have on is an isolation hood.
We decide for you to hear, see and speak. If you behave nice, you
will be able to see when we are in the plane, if not: Get use to
the darkness. I will remove the blindfold on the hood, so you can
read the letter from your mom explaining what is going on.”

He removed the blindfold on the hood and held a letter from my
mom up in front of my eyes.

---
Dear Debbie

You are on your way to a boarding school on Jamaica. The schools
name is Meditaion Inlet and it has a very good reputation. It
uses a Victorian age theme and purity is in seat of honour.

You are going to take the line of horsemanship. I know that you
are afraid of such animals but in this case there won’t be a
problem.

You are totally in control off when you are going to return. Work
with the program and you will be back in a year or work against
it and you will be able to leave it, when you are 18, but if you
choose to, you are no longer our daughter.

Please follow the instructions given to you by your escort team.
They are here to make sure that nothing bad happens to you on
your way to the program.

You will be able to talk on the phone with us when you reach
level 2 in the program. Until you accomplish that, we whish you
good luck.

Many kisses.
Mom and Pop.
---

Tears began to pour down from the eye openings. The man from the
escort company took a paper tissue and wiped my eyes.

“Relax. I know that it is hard but your safety is in our hand and
it is very obvious that your parents only have your best interest
in mind.” He hugged me in an effort to calm me down, but it did
not help.

My parents – my very own parents – had sent me away from there
home with a complete pair of strangers. My entire world – the
safety of my house – has been violated. There was no safe place
on earth for me anymore.

We drove for a haft an hour when we entered a private airfield. A
small airplane for 20 people stood ready and we went onboard.

I was shocked. The inside looked like a scene from “Con Air”. But
in “Con Air” the prisoners was not hooded.

I was followed to my seat. The muff and cuffs on my arms were
removed. The man told me to sit down and when I did he began to
fasten straps across my stomach, my arms and the cuffs on my legs
were chained to some hooks in the floor. I could not move. I
needed to go to the toilet. I tried to make sounds but only
mumbling sounds gave out. Luckily he understood that I had some
questions and removed my gag.

“I need to go to the toilet.”

“Just use your diaper. That is what it is there for.”

“But, I can’t. I need a toilet!”

“Use your diaper. I don’t need that kind of disobedience.” He
pushed the gag inside again and fastened the blindfold as well as
the ear part. I was totally isolated again. 15 minutes later, I
gave up and peed in the diaper. If I had not had the hood on,
everyone would see that I was red in the face from shame.

I felt the plane move and although I have never flown before I
guess that we were on our way to our destination.


Arrival in Jamaica
==================

When we landed I felt the plane stop and then it took forever
until one of the guards removed the ear part and explained that
it would take sometime before the cab to the school came. He
ordered me to suck the gag because he was about to get some water
trough a tube in the gag.

I was thirsty but the water tasted of rubber. It was awful.

The time went by. I peed in my diaper once more. I sobbed out of
pure shame. My diaper was so wet and I was embarrassed.

Then I felt arms around me. The ear part was once more removed.

“Relax and be careful when you stand up. You have been sitting so
long that there is a chance that your legs can not support you.”

Once I was up on my feet, the muffs and cuffs were put on again.

They guide me out of the plane and over to a car. Then we drove
for hours until the car came to a stop.

Once I was outside the car, the guard removed the blindfolds and
I saw my future home for the next period of my life.

“Welcome to Meditation Inlet” After letting me rest for a moment;
they guided me into the main building.


School uniform
==============

Inside the building, they placed me in an office. One of guards
took the hood off. Then he hugged me.

“Be brave, my girl. You are going to be fine. Your parents love
you or else they would not have you taken here in order to save
your life. I can see that you are afraid, but this place will
cure you from that kind of behaviour, that can ruin your life.”

I was stilled too shocked in order to answer.  They left.

I waited.

Then a strange short man entered the room with two of the guards
from the school.

“Welcome to Medication Inlet. This is your home until you
graduate. Let me tell you how we run this place. When I am
finished you are free to ask, but when we leave this office you
have started the program and then each conversation must follow
the rules or you will face the consequences. Our program consists
of four levels. You start with nothing. Everything has to be
earned by good behaviour. If you work against the program, if you
do not behave, you will be punished and lose points and it will
take longer before you reach next level. While trying to pass on
the next level, you will continue to study. Your parents have
made arrangement with your school so you now are a distance
student. We have set up a VPN-tunnel to your school. But beware:
Our firewall monitors every attempt of illegal mail or instant
messaging. Every mail you write, we will read and forward on your
behalf. Understand!”

I nodded. They had the upper hand. I have to wait for my chance.
I had no plan but I could run and try to make the best of it.

“First we have level 1. You have few goals:”

•	Adjustment to the program
•	Awareness of behaviour patterns
•	Writing a letter of apology to your parents.
•	Write your life story, which must be a minimum of three pages.
•	Write a personal inventory list of all harm done to self and
        others.

“I hope that you understand and complete them. But it is up to
you. Do it and you are on to level two. Don’t do it and you do
not move on. There are also rules:”

•	Don’t talk without being asked. If you need to go to the
        toilet, raise your arm and wait for someone to speak to
        you.
•	Have eye contact when you talk with someone.
•	Do your chores without hesitation or delay

“Now that is about what I am going to tell you about the program
so far. Do you have questions?”

I said no. I just want out of here. He was obvious happy about
hearing himself talking.

“Follow me. We are going to find a school uniform to you.”

I followed him down the hall, where two large women waited.

“Please go inside this room and follow their instructions.”

I went in. I was a very strange room. Two women waited in there.

“Please undress. All your clothes please.”

I did as I was told. At least it was unnecessary with a strip
search.

“Move over here”

Suddenly the women took each of my arms and put leather cuffs on
them. The cuffs were connected to some ropes, which were
connected with pulleys in the ceilings. They pulled the rope and
my arm was forced in the air.

“Stop. What are you doing?”

“Please. Listen to what we are going to say to you. These cuffs
are suspensions cuffs. Hold on to them.”

They pulled me off the ground. Then they took some cuffs, which
were connected by a chain to the floor and placed them on my
feet. They continued to hoist me until my body was stretched out.

“Stop. You are going to tear me apart.”

Then the man entered again. I blushed from shame. I have never
exposed my body for any man before.

“Let’s get the uniform on her.” One of the women produced a stiff
kind of leather piece and put it around my body. I have seen such
an item in magazines. It was a corset but it looked a little
different than a normal corset.

As soon as they had wrapped it around my body they began to pull
the laces. At once I felt it as they were going to cut me in
half.

“STOP. It is hurting me. You cannot do that. STOP!”

They ignored my cries and tugged the laces every time I breathed
out. After 5 minutes I did not have air to protest anymore. My
outbursts were reduced to silent grunts.

They stopped. “We are going to leave you now. The fabric has to
rest.”

They left and I was left sobbing. What had I done to deserve
this? I only wanted to go to the movie. It seemed like I was
going to hang there forever. My arms hurt. Finally they returned.

They started to tug the laces once more. I began to experience
tunnel vision. Then all went black.

I woke by a bitter smell. They had used smelling salt on me.

“Sto..” I had no air. Every tug they made, forced a grunt from
me. I was sure they were going to kill me. Finally they stopped.

“18 inches. In a week or two we perhaps can take another inch.
Her parents have chosen the horsemanship-program for her, so she
will never be down to sixteen inches.”

They lowered me to the ground. At the bottom of the corset there
was some kind of flap hanging down. One of the women grabbed it
from behind and pulled it between my legs.

“We are always expecting teenagers to abuse themselves. All
though masturbation is accepted, uncontrolled use may lead to
unwanted sexual gathering. So we want to decide time and place
for your personal well-being.”

I had not noticed it but there were D-rings on the leather corset
and they applied leather cuffs on my upper arms and my wrist and
connected them to various D-rings, so I was totally without the
use of my arms.

In the end they applied cuffs to my feet, and connected them with
a chain, so I only could take small steps. “We won’t risk you
running from us.” What were they thinking? I could hardly
breathe. I didn’t know where I was.


Introduction Phase
==================

“Now for the introduction phase. This stage we also call
Observation Placement also known as O.P. It is time for you to
reflect on your behaviour and what you were about to do to
yourself before you were sent here. Observation Placement is also
used as punishment, whenever you don’t work with the program at
any level and as transaction period if you drop back in levels
during the program.”

They guide me down the hall and into a room with oddly looking
furniture.

“What is that?”

“That is a toilet chair. You are going to be sitting here and
think about your past for a period. It is actually a help to you.
We are fully aware that it is stressful to be removed from your
home with such a short notice. New country. New school. All that.
So this is going to calm you down so you can gather your thoughts
and do the task of level one as fast as possible. Take a seat.”

I sat in one of the chairs. As soon as I was seated they unlocked
the cuffs from my corset and strapped me to the chair instead.

“The chair is fully adjustable. You are going to be as comfy as
possible. Please guide the staff so they do it right or it will
be painful in the long run.”

I was not in a position to protest. They certainly seemed to mean
business. So I played along. There was nothing of a view in the
room. In fact there were no windows. So this would be boring, but
how long could this take? A couple of hours? I had to endure
this, so I had a chance to investigate how to escape from this
odd place. Was this a school at all?

Finally they had adjusted the chair. One from the staff removed
the flap and I was ready for O.P. Well, at least that is what I
thought. Suddenly one of the men pulled a leather hood down over
my head. I started to protest, but they ignored me completely and
laced it tight. It had openings for my eyes and mouth. They hold
my head tight while they applied some kind of harness to it, so I
could not move my head.

I sobbed and begged them to stop.

The man spoke to me again. “Well. I can fell a kind of resistance
again the kindness we are showing you. But you will learn
discipline in time. Here is how its work: You will be here for 3
times 8 hours. A senior student will check in on you every hour
with water and feed you 3 times a day. If you have to do, then do
it. The student will also clean you when you are finished. We are
going to leave you when we are finished.”

They applied a blindfold to the hood and something entered my
mouth. It tasted of rubber. I was later told that is was a pecker
gag.

There was silence. Nothing happened. I tried to pull my
restraints, but they had left me totally immobilized. My thoughts
were torturing me. What had I done to deserve this? My stomach
hurt due to the fact that it was so compressed. I cried but I
some point I got so tired and exhausted that I fell into sleep.

“Hello” I woke. Still darkness. “Please move your fingers on the
left hand if you hear me.” I did.

“I am Susan and I am a level 4 student. I am your mentor and
future trainer. Please, work with me or I have to punish you in
order to avoid being punished myself. I am going to remove the
gag. Please do not start to talk to me. It is against the rule. I
have to start every conversation.”

She removed the gag. I did not dare to speak.

“So. I am going to provide you with some drinking. And I will ask
you if you have some questions. You may ask them now.”

“Where am I?”

“You are on a boarding school called Meditation Inlet. It is
placed on Jamaica along other schools for troubled youth.
However, unlike other school this school does not beat students
up or break their body part’s as it is custom here in Jamaica.
Nor are you at risk of catch all those kind of diseases caused by
unhealthy food. But we do have strict discipline and your only
chance of ever to return home to your family are to obey and work
hard with yourself.”

“But I don’t know what I am going to do. What if I don’t make it
before I turn 18 in three years?” I broke down and cried.”

“Hush. Hush. Calm down. You will make it. You are still so young.
Most students are back in their homes in a year. However, some it
sent here too late and they are offered an exit plan.”

“Exit plan.”

“Yes. If they choose not to stay here, when they turn 18, they
are given a little money and a plane ticket to the states and
just have to continue in life without their family. Your parents
are attending courses too because your demise is partially caused
by their behaviour and their first lesson is to cut you totally
off, if you don’t complete the program.”

“That is gruesome. I have not done anything wrong.”

“See that is denial. All people had done something wrong during
their life. Those, who are wise acknowledge them and take
responsibility. All actions have consequences you know. Take
responsibility for your actions and grow up while passing this
program. Now I am going to feed you with soup. Beware it is hot.”

She put the spoon to my mouth. It was not too hot. I ate slowly
because I had no use of my eyes and I have to feel the spoon near
my mouth. When I was finished she asked whether I was thirsty and
after a drink, she said some comforting words and put the gag
inside again. I was in darkness again.

At some point during the day I had to pee. It was humiliating. I
had not choice. I peed and after a while I felt someone wipe me
in my private parts. I sobbed out of pure humiliation.

The time passed on and Susan came with more water. This was
torture. Just pure darkness and I lost track of time. Suddenly a
panic attack struck me. I pulled desperately again my bonds. I
even tried to scream, but it was impossible with the little air I
had in my lunges and with the gag in my mouth.

I must have gotten in shortage of air due to the corset, because
the next I knew was that I was waked by the familiar smelling
salt once more.

“Hey. It is Susan again. I had passed out. I saw you panic
attack. It is common and nothing to worry about. Here. I have
soup for you and remember no talking before I ask you to.”

I finished the soup and just before the gag was put in, she tried
to cheer me up. “Hold on. This is the last leg for today. Next
time you will be freed and then it is off to bed.”

I must have drifted away again because suddenly I had this sharp
bright light in my eyes. It took some time before I could
recognize something in the room. There she was. Susan was a girl
with dark hair about 17 years old, but she looked like a small
girl with my hair put up in rat tales. My waist was so tight. She
later told me with pride that it was laced down to 16 inches.

A guard helped Susan with the task of getting out of the chair. I
had difficulties with standing. My legs felt too weak but at last
I was standing as before with my arms in restraints and bound to
the corset. “Let’s get you to your bed so you can sleep.”


First night
===========

After a long walk, where Susan supported me and guided me because
I was about to stumble several times due to my chained legs, we
reached the dormitory. There were eight beds in the room. I was
guided to one of them. Susan hooked a chain connected to the bed
to the cuffs on my legs. My arms were freed but Susan took some
gloves and put them over my hands. They were closed with a small
padlock. Susan saw the question in my face and answered it before
I would break the rules. “These gloves will just prevent you from
tampering with the stays. Open your mouth.”

When I did as I was told a huge gag ball was forced into my
mouth. I tried to say something, but Susan put my finger up as a
sign for me to shut up.

“You will find that the ball is hollow. You will have no problems
with breathing. Of course there will be some drooling but the
main thing is to prevent you from talking to other student when
teachers and level four students are not around. Now sleep well.
Goodnight.”

She left. I was exhausted so I feel asleep very fast.
End of introduction

Next morning I woke by some noise. I sat up and saw that all the
beds were occupied. Susan was already up and was about to take
one of the students out of the dormitory. A guard worked on the
next students. I could see that all the students were gagged. I
felt dry in my mouth and sore in my jaws. I could see the wet
spot on my pillow where I had drooled all night long.

One after one the students was fetched by Susan. I tried to look
some of them in their eyes but they just seemed to stare with
empty eyes. I catch one of the girls looking directly at me and I
looked into the saddest eyes I ever had seen.

Finally it was my turn. Not surprisingly we went back to O.P.
When all the stuff was in place, Susan asked me if I had a
question. One was on my minds. “When do I get to take a bath? I
used to shower once a day.”

“Well we girls shower every Friday. The boys do it on Saturday.
The rest of the time we just get to wash our faces. Remember that
you don’t have a lot of clothes on. The smell is not all that
bad. Now use time is in O.P to reflect on your life.”

Another 8 hours were spent in darkness. I fell asleep twice. I
lost track of time. I even got a panic attack more. Susan took
care of me and cleaned me off when I had to empty my bowels. In
the evening, it was back to my bed.

Day three was a copy of day two. Somehow 8 hours did not feel
like 8 hours anymore. I had lost counts of the number of times
Susan attended me and was quite surprised when she released me
from the chair in the evening.

On my way back to the dormitory, she placed my hand on my
shoulder. “Look. You are doing just fine. You are now on phase
one. Finish those tasks there are placed on you and you are soon
off to the horsemanship program.”
Level one – Group Therapy

The next morning Susan followed me down to a large dining hall,
where she unhooked the cuffs at my wrist so I had a little use of
my forearms. It was not much of a breakfast. Just a kind of
vegetable soup and a cup of tea, but it were Ok to survive on.

After breakfast I was follow to a room where 5 other girls were
sitting in chairs. It was a kind of a group therapy session. All
sat quiet until Susan introduced me. “This is Debbie. She is
joining our group. Shall we take the circle around? Ann! You can
start.”

“Hey I am Ann. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 5
month.” The next girl went on.

“I am Patricia. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 4
weeks and 1 one day.” So they continued until it was my turn. I
thought I could play along.

“I am Debbie. I am a recovering brat and I have been good for 3
days.”

Susan interrupted. “Bravo Debbie. Shall we give my applause?”
They applaud.

Soon after all had introduced themselves and now it was about the
agenda for today. Today’s subject was boyfriends.

Susan asked Patricia to start. Patricia told the group how she
had been dating a guy for some time and one day he had lured her
to his parent’s house, where he had offered her a drink from his
parent’s drinks cupboard. She had never tasted alcohol before and
it didn’t take long before the surroundings were blurred. He used
the situation and had sex with her. Susan interrupted her.

“You know that you were not entirely without blame here. Guys are
just like that. Whenever a girl gets raped, she is somehow to
blame. They should take more care of themselves and regard purity
as the most important element in their life. It is all about
preserve yourself to your future husband.”

“I know and it was dreadful.” Patricia started to cry. “I felt
dirty.”

I put my hand in the air. Susan motioned for me to talk. “What
happened to the guy?”

“After I came back to my parents and broke down they took contact
to his parents. Our parents took care of us and placed us both
here. A trial would have damaged us both. I could have risk a
punishment too because I was an under-aged drinker.”

“Is he here?”

“Yes.” Susan interrupted. “I think it would be a good idea to get
him here.” She called a guard. 5 minutes later a hooded boy
entered the room. Debbie almost fell down from my chair. Never in
a million years had she seen such a bizarre sight. A boy in a
corset. Susan noticed my astonishment. “Yes. Boys are also
wearing a school-uniform.”

The guard removed the blindfold and the pecker gag on the hooded
boy and guided him to an extra chair. Susan took the word.

“Say welcome to Joe in this session. He is just coming from O.P.
He is not doing well in the program. It is something with taking
responsibility for his actions. But why not let him tell his
story with his own words.” She signalled Joe to start.

“I guess that it is about the evening this mess is about. I was
and still am in love with Patricia. I had talked to some of the
guy in town of how to get her to loosen up a little. They told me
that they normally get the girl to drink a bottle or two of beer.
But somehow beer was not her taste. So we tried with cocoa
liqueur instead. After 2 glasses she seemed tired and I made my
move. But we had used beer glasses and I did not realize that
glasses for that kind of alcohol usually are much smaller and she
was half-unconscious. I believed that she consented.”

Susan interrupted “But she didn’t and that is exactly her fault.
She brought herself into a situation where she was unable to
protect herself. That is not your fault. That is my fault.”

Joe tried to protest. “But I served her the alcohol.”

“Yes. But she did choose to drink it. That is why the legal age
of drinking is 21. She is to blame but of course you also are
blame. Do you know, what your fault is?”

He didn’t reply. It was obvious that he did not know.

“I guess you lack self-confidence so you have to turn to kinds of
anaesthetic to archive what you want in this world. I have read
Patricia’s file and I know that it is the wishes of both pair of
parents that we can make a couple out of you in the end. But your
relationship has to be based on a different foundation for it to
last. Do you have anything to say to Patricia before you are off
to O.P?”

He looked directly at Patricia with tears in his eyes. “I am so
sorry. I still love you and if I had known what they would do to
us I never would have made the move.”

“Sure. Take him back.” Susan did not believe him. Unbeknown to
the group, she had been the victim of a rape because she had
sneaked out of her parent’s house to see a nine-of-clock movie.
The depression that followed her rape because she didn’t dare to
tell her parents about the rape led to her grades dropping
dramatically. Her parents took action and send her here, where
she confessed to the rape during therapy. She learned that she
had punished herself by not do what my parents had ordered her
to. It was her action that led to her rape. By realising her
responsibility towards herself, she was able to heal herself. She
was now on level 4 and ready to graduate next month.

A sound brought Susan back to the present. Patricia had started
to cried. Susan knew that it was a good sign. By admitting guilt
she could turn herself back on the right track.

They continued what I regarded as a kind of brainwashing session
for a half hour before Susan adjourned the meeting.

Other level four students and guards fetched the girls and Susan
guided me into a kind of large office with small cubicles. They
selected an empty one and inside there was a computer and a small
desk. Susan had two short chains, which allowed me to have a
little free movement of my forearms after Susan had put them
between my corset and the cuffs on my wrists.

Susan activated the computer and informed me of my password. All
necessary programs for me to study as a distance student were
present. A guard came with a box. “Your parents have sent us all
your schoolbooks. This cubicle is your workplace for the rest of
your stay, so I will put them up on these shelves.”

Susan spend about 15 minutes introducing me to the system and
several time she pointed out that all internet traffic is
monitored and either email and web-mail were possible without
every single mail being censored. If a student would attempt to
send unauthorised email, it will result in 3 x 8 hours in O.P.

Susan left with a remark about that I should work on both school
work and my level one task, if she wanted to have a chance of
getting to level two.

I spent the rest of the day getting my homework in order. I had
always tried to have my homework in order. After all I had a
whole week of work to catch up. It was hard but it also distanced
me from the torment of being sent to this bizarre place by my
parents.


What is wrong with me?
======================

Every day seem to go as the day before. I woke up and was
escorted to breakfast. Then it was off to the cubicle where I
studied until lunch. After lunch is was to the cubicle until
dinner. If I had to use the toilet, I should just raise my hand
and a guard followed me to the toilet. Two times a day a small
trolley came by with water or tea. All orders had to be made by
pointing on a sign. No talking was allowed in the office area.
Beside Susan, I never spoke to anyone during the week.

Her work came along fine, but the personal tasks didn’t.

I didn’t know what I had done in order to earn this punishment.
Five days into Level one I broke down and the guard called Susan.

Susan escorted me down to the beach for us to be alone. Looking
out on the Black River Bay, we heard distant screams. It sounded
like screams from some children “What is that?”

“Oh. That is the Mormons place. It is another behaviour
modification institution. It is quite infamous. You must have
heard about it. It is that place where O.P. in lying on the
ground on your stomach with only a pillow to support your head
and the pillow was even something the government here on Jamaica
ordered them to provide. Children are beaten up over there.
Suicides are known to happen over there. Infections are not
treated. By the way: You started the conversation.”

“I am sorry. Don’t punish me.”

“Because we are alone, I will let you go this time. Breaking this
rule would have meant 8 hours in O.P. But what is wrong with you?
I thought that you were a quick learner. You have not
acknowledged that you need to work with your self so you can
heal.”

“I don’t know what I have done wrong. I am 15 years old. A lot of
my classmates have done a lot of bad things including drug use,
drinking and sex. I have done nothing of such things. I don’t
know what to write.”

“You have been disobedient to a start. Try to remember all kind
of conflicts and see the point from your parents view even if you
don’t feel that they were right. Parenthood is something that
last until you are 18. Not a second before.”

“How will I ever become an adult if I am not allowed to even
discuss items, which is quite normal to a teenager?”

“That is not the question in such institutions you are at here.
The only question is how you are going to please your parents and
by this behaviour in fact please yourself so you can return home.
Please do it for yourself. I should not say it but you can always
act out when you are 18. By accident, I got my hands on a survey
that shows that most behaviour modification courses don’t have a
lasting effect. ”

“What are you saying - That I should fake it?”

“Yes. Most of us had real problems. I know I had one. I have read
your file and honest: I can not understand the reason of why you
were sent here.”

I looked out over the ocean. “If I am going to fake it I need
clue of what to write.” Susan handed me a small note. Memorise
these clue words and tear up the paper and eat it.”

“Eat it?”

“Eat it!”

Debbie looked at it. It read: Movie, sex, relation, lawn.

As I chewed on the paper, I was still a question mark. Susan
hugged me. “Remember to see the issue as if you are the parent,
when you write your paper.” We were interrupted by another scream
coming from across the bay. “Exactly what are they doing to those
poor children across the bay?”

“Look it up on Wikipedia. You have access to it. It is an
approved site. It something with World Wide. They call it a
school but they had created some bogus accreditation institution
not recognized by the board in Washington and a paper is nothing
worth. It is just advanced bible studies.”

We walked back to school.

It took four days before I had finished my tasks and graduated to
level two.


Level two – introduction to the horsemanship program
====================================================

After breakfast Susan took me outside the school building. As
they came closer to the stables I had a confession to make. “I am
afraid of horses. I don’t know why my parents had chosen a
horsemanship program.”

“Perhaps they just want you to confront your fears but no worry
you won’t come near to a horse.”

“What?”

“Wait and see.”

When we entered the stables my jaw dropped. A lot of students had
bridles on and was lead around by other students. “What is this?”


“This is pony-girls and -boys. They are able to pull carts,
ploughs, harrow and even large lawn movers. Get the big picture.”

I now knew the main reason of why she was sent here. My thrifty
dad wanted to save petrol to his lawn mover. Susan at once
noticed that I was about to explode and quickly interfered. “Calm
down at once or you will end up back in O.P! Curb your feelings
at once!”

I subdued my anger and followed Susan over to a guard. Instead of
the cuffs they put my arms in something they called an
arm-binder. My leg-irons came off. It was hard for my shoulders.
“Before I gag you, I am going to explain what you are going to do
in week one. I don’t know whether you were much of an athlete,
but you will be in good form, when this week is over.” She
pointed at something which looked like a carousel. “This is a
walker. We are going to hook you on to it and you just have to
walk round and round until we disconnect you again.”

“I don’t want to do it. I will rather choose O.P.”

“Well that leaves us no choice. Look at the wall over here. This
is enlargement of the paragraphs of the contract your parents
signed with the school. It states that we can give you a nose
ring or piercing in the nipples so we can attach a leach there.
It is your choice how pleasant this experience should be. Your
parents ordered horsemanship program for you and that we will
give you in one way or another.”

“I have changed my mind. Connect me.”

“Not so fast. I have noticed that you have a stopped-over
posture. We have to fix that.” The guard handed me a collar.
“Lift your head.” She put it on and it was impossible for me to
lower my head. “Now – That is way better.” As a final touch they
inserted a bit gag which was a part of a head harness in my
mouth.

They took me over to the walker and connected a leash hanging
down from the apparatus to the top of the head harness, where
there was a small D-ring. I began to walk. Round and round I went
in a slow pace. After a little while Susan returned. “Now you
have adjusted to the pace. Next thing to fix is your walk. You
need to raise your feet more and not walk like you are dragging
your feet along the earth.” She had a whip and motioned me to
raise my knees. I tried my best but I was tired. However a quick
stroke with the whip woke me at once. “Don’t make me hurt you for
real. You have an hour left to the lunch break.”

I panted as I continued with the walk. Susan had to use the whip
a couple of times before I was disconnected so I could have my
lunch.

I expected to be guided over to the dining hall but instead I was
lead down to the stable where there was an empty box. Inside the
box there was a small table with a plate with porridge. “You are
now a horse, so you will eat like a horse during level 2. That
means porridge because raw corns after all would not give you
sufficient food so you have strength to deal with the demand you
will be met with. You can drink over here.” She showed me
something that looked like it belonged in rabbit cage. She put my
mouth up to it and drank in order to show me how it should be
done.

When the bit was removed I started to eat and without my hands
and it was not easy. After an hour Susan got back. “I forgot to
remove the leather flap between your legs. If you have to empty
your bowels just do it. Level three students will be here and
clean it.” I was followed back to the walker and the rest of the
day went learning how to walk in a proper manner.

In the evening I was guided back to the stable. After dinner the
arm binder came off and the cuffs came on instead. I was locked
inside the box and ordered to sleep in the hay. It was nice to
sleep without a gag ball in my mouth and tired of the hard
training, I fell asleep almost at once.
Life in the stables

Early next morning I woke by someone knocking on the wooden wall
in the box. It came from the box next to me.

I looked at wall and found a little knot with a small hole. I
looked into the eye of a girl looking just as old as my self.
“Who are you?” I whispered.

“You don’t have to whisper. You are on level two. We are allowed
to talk when we are in our stables. By the way: I am Judith. What
were you sent here fore?”

“I was disobedient according to my parents and trying to have the
privileges of an adult too soon.”

“It seems a little unfair to send you here for normal teenager
behaviour. I was skipping school and smoke dope regularly.”

We heard footsteps. It was the guards. When we were wearing the
arm binder again, Judith made a last comment before the bit gag
came in. “Maybe if you do fine, you will earn your tail within
the end of the week.”

I didn’t know what she meant and I was off alone to the walker.
My stomach had been acting very odd and it did not take long
before she got diarrhoea. It ran down my leg but apart from a
corseted boy removing the most from the ground, nobody seemed to
care. My skin became irritated and just to make it worse a guard
noticed that she did not lift my feet high enough from the
ground. I almost stumbled when he gave me a lash with the whip on
my buttock.

It was so unfair. Tears began to run down over my cheeks. I
sobbed but the guard was merciless. I received another lash and
then another. I felt it like she was going to pass out when Susan
entered and asked the guard what was wrong. After a little chat,
she came over to me and released me. Luckily it was time for my
coffee break, but first Susan called the boy over and ordered him
to clean me.

The boy took me to a kind of bathroom with kind of frame. I was
placed in the frame and he attached some straps to my corset and
tightened them so I couldn’t move. Then he took a hose. It was
cold water and he washed my legs and my private parts which made
me scream out of shock. Susan entered the bath room and told the
boy to clean me so an accident was less likely to happen. He went
behind my and suddenly I felt a little pain when something passed
my sphincter. I was shocked and soon I felt liquid enter my
bowels. The pressure built up inside me and I began to sweat. I
groaned in the gag and bit very hard on it when the discomfort
changed into stomach pain. The fluid stopped and Susan came close
to my face. “Please don’t spill any of the water while I prepare
you or you will regret it.” I was relieved when the foreign body
was taken out of me and I tried to avoid spilling any of the
water. But then another thing entered me. It was bigger and it
was painful. I groaned and tried to move away. The pain
increased. It was pushed very slowly inside me. I began to sob.
Suddenly it was inside. Susan talked again. “It was a butt plug
just to make sure that you don’t spill it too soon. We will leave
you now for 10 minutes.” They both left.

I began to sweat. The pain in my stomach continued to build up.
Soon it became unbearable. I cried but I could move. I cried and
shouted for my parents even though that I knew that they were
1000 of miles away. I passed out when I ran out of air.

Susan later told me that they returned after 10 minutes and found
me unconscious. Susan brought me back with some smelling salt.
The boy had an apron, Wellingtons and heavy rubber gloves on. He
removed the plug and stools ran down on the floor. He took the
hose again and cleaned me. Then another plug was inserted
instead. “It was fine that we had a reason to insert a butt-plug,
so her splinter is used to being stretched a little before she
earns her tail.” Susan nodded.

Susan padded me on my cheek. I was released and followed down to
a little kitchen where Susan removed the gag and served me a
glass of water with a straw. I was thirsty and I drank the whole
glass before I asked about the pain in my behind. “What is a butt
plug?” If Susan had not known that I was the well-behaved girl in
this place, she would have been surprised. She explained that it
was a kind of think dildo with a thin base and it was a proper
treatment so my stomach problems did not delay my progress at the
school.

“But it hurt.”

“Get use to it. You will wear it until you earn your tail.”

I resumed my training at the walker. I was tired and the guard
was on to me all the time. He gave me several stripes with the
whip because I couldn’t raise my legs high enough.


When Susan released me from the walker that evening I collapsed.
The boy helped Susan with me and once inside the box, they nurse
me so I recovered and was able to eat a little. However, I was
fast asleep.


Earning the tail
================

One morning, when I was chatting through the knot with Judith,
Susan entered the box looking rather official and she had an
announcement: “Today you will be tested and if you pass the test
your parents will come for a visit unannounced. Also you will
earn your tail, so do you best.”

After I was prepared I was followed out of the stable. For some
reason they did not made me wear a gag. In front of my stood a
small a single seat cart.

The boy came around with a heavy leather harness which they
dressed me in. I had been barefooted all time since she entered
the school because it was a safety precaution against runaways.
Now the boy fitted me with long leather boots. They looked kind
of strange and when I took some steps, I saw that they made
horseshoe shaped prints in the sand.

The final touch was a white leather hood with openings for my
eyes and mouth. In the top long strips of leather was hanging
down, making my head look like a kind of artificial tale mounted
up there. Blinkers came on and last but not least the mandatory
bit gag was shovelled in. Reins were connected to the bit. I was
ready to go.

Susan took seat in the Cart and I started to walk. After several
weeks on bare feet, I had some difficulties to walk in boots.
However, I adjusted and after an hour it felt as I had used such
boot all my life. Of course, Susan motivated me a little with the
whip, but I was by nature a quick learner.

Soon Susan guided the cart to the main gate and for the first
time since I entered the facility, I left the campus. We took a
small gravel road after a half hour we came to a field. Susan
stopped for a break. She had a of bottle water which she held in
order for me to drink after the bit were removed. Due to the
blinkers, I hadn’t notice much of the surroundings and when I
looked about, I noticed a lot of students with pickaxes and rakes
weeding the fields.

“I did not know that students were allowed outside the campus.”

“You are mistaken. Level 3 and 4 have chores in the field. Lower
levels have a flight risk, so they are kept inside the campus. As
a student on higher levels there are simply too much at stake, so
there are no idea in trying to escape. Where should you go? This
is Jamaica, if you hadn’t notice. You will end up dead or raped.”

“Jamaica?” I thought that is a remote part of Florida. I had no
idea that I was abroad. (Yes, I was naïve, but I am an American
and we are not taught of the world outside the States.)

“Yes. I had to admit, that I had you under suspicion of planning
an escape. So I decided that I better had to disclose where you
are before you do something stupid.”

I began to cry. It was my only chance of getting my self out of
here, she smashed.

She hugged me and padded me. “Oh. Debbie. I know it is hard, but
you could so much worse off. There are other boarding schools for
so-called troubled kids and your home could have been a cement
floor for months or a dog cage. Here you at least get to study
normal books and not some odd bible stuff. You have not lost your
chance of an education like most other kids in these facilities.”

“But I miss my home.”

“You are already on level two. Just two more levels and you can
graduate. Come on! Pull your self together and start your work by
earning your tail.” She inserted the gag again.

The trip continued and Susan ordered the pace up. I panted and I
had difficulties to meet the demands Susan had put on me. When we
could see the school, Susan yelled to me. “When you reach the
white line painted on the road sprint as you had never done
before.”

They passed the white line and I ran as fast as I could. I could
only take so little air into my lunges due to the corset so I
panted and experienced shortness of breath. I was on verge of
passing out, when we reached the gate. The boy stood there with a
stopwatch and he nodded to Susan. I sank onto my knees having
lost my breath.

The boy came to me. “Congratulation: You have earned your tail.”

10 minutes after, I had recovered and we went to the stable were
I was freed from the cart. Still wearing all the equipment, they
took me into the bathroom, where two guards came over and held me
tight. Susan removed the butt plug. “Now it is time for your
tail. Bite hard on the gag, if it hurts.”

I felt the pain in my sphincter. I tried to twist myself loose,
but it was of no use. The pain continued. It was almost
unbearable. Were they going to cut me open? Suddenly it slipped
inside me. It was very uncomfortable. The guards release me and
Susan took me over a large mirror. I could not believe my eyes.
It was a horsetail mounted on a butt plug.

“Yes. It looks odd and it properly feels a little odd. Every
morning until graduation when you are not working in school, the
tail will go in and it will stay there until you return from the
fields. It will come out when you go to sleep. You should be
proud. Pulling a plough is a job which brings food to the school.
Now you have an hour in the walker. Because you have been pushed
to hard today, your body needs to calm down, before you shower,
eat and goes to sleep.”

That evening I talked to Judith about me realising that I would
not get out early. I resented my parents by sending me here. I
was bitter. Judith tried to calm me down. “You will end up in
O.P.”.

“But why did they hate me so much that they wanted to lock me
up?”

“Often parents have so much going on in life and it is a
two-income society so they can not create a surplus so they can
connect to their own family. Out of pure kindness they instead
removed threat ahead of the child’s path so it wouldn’t face them
and the parents would have to debate and mentor them in overcome
the obstacles. Such parents are called curling parents because
they sweep obstacles away from the child.”

“Now that you mention it I have always been very much alone at my
house outside school. Whenever I mentioned sport or other
leisure-time activities they have had put the subject out until I
gave up.”

“There you see. But eventually a child grows up and will face
adult challenges like relationship, alcohol and drugs. If the
child is proper raised and dressed to face obstacles, then it
wouldn’t be a problem. But some parents stick to the track of
sweeping problems away and would take extreme precautions and
lock their child up. They would do so because they love their
child.”

“They have sent me here because they love me?”

“Yes”

“It’s sick!”

“Yes, we are all humans. I am tired. We can talk in the morning.”


Patricia and Joe
================

“Debbie – Wake up”

It was Susan. As I left the box, I stood ready to be harnessed.
But Susan took my hand. “Not today. You are going to see
something extraordinary.”

We went to the other end of the stable. As we walked Susan
started to talk. “Remember Patricia from Group therapy? There has
been some development in the case. Their parents had been in
business for years and they have decided that Patricia and Joe
must settle their disagreements and try to make up so they can
end up being a couple in some years when they become adults.”

I was shocked. Joe had raped poor Patricia. Not in a million
years would I accept a guy back that have molested me and crossed
my boundaries. “How can they make up, when Joe has done such a
horrible thing?”

“You will see. By the way - Have you actually seen an intercourse
before?”

“No.” Why did she ask me such an indecent question?

When we arrived, I saw an astonish sight. Joe has been tied up on
a trestle. He was hooded and the rest of him was naked. The boy,
which always seemed to be around the stable came with an
odd-looking kind of pillow. When he did unwrap it and placed it
on Joe, I saw that it was a kind of protection-device. It framed
his buttocks and protected the kidney area on his back. Patricia
walked around and talked to herself in an attempt to gain
self-confidence.

Susan went over to her and talked quietly. She padded Patricia on
her shoulder and handed her a whip. It was a cat-o'-nine-tails.

Patricia moved into position. After a moment of quietness she
threw the first lash. It struck Joe on his left buttock. His body
shocked. Murmur came from inside the hood. He turned his head as
he trying to say no. It was obvious that he was in pain.

The second lash came. His body tensed up. I moved closer to him.
The hood was an isolation hood. As the third lash hit him I was
sure that I heard a suppressed scream. I moved around him and
stood only a meter from him. His buttocks were in fact shaking.
The fourth lash hit him. His buttocks were reddish. Oh – she sure
must hate him.

The fifth lash struck him. Then I noticed something that
surprised me. Actually I had never seen a penis live before. I
was a single child and of course I have seen pictures in school
books. But his was the first that I saw live. And it became
erect. The sixth lash hit him and I noticed that it looked
moistly.

“Stop - It is enough.” Susan interrupted. Patricia looked
exhausted. But it was not over. The boy freed Joe’s legs and gave
him a pair of latex trousers on. It had a shed to the penis and
after some problems with the fitting he was ready.

One of the guards guided Patricia over to a gynaecologist chair
and she was strapped down on her back. Susan gave me a strange
device. “It is a vibrator. I will show you how to use it. Here at
school the policy is strictly Victorian age, as for sex. Before
1920 it was common for women to go to a doctor and get a cure
from an illness which was formerly known as hysteria – now as
sexual dissatisfaction. The doctors used a vibrator on certain
parts of the patients so the women in order to fix the problem.
Before we fulfil the wishes of their parents and bond them, we
must make Patricia overcome the mental block caused by the rape.
Let me show you how to use the device.”

Susan put a similar isolation hood on Patricia. It had a built in
gag ball. Patricia was nervous. Although she couldn’t talk, her
eyes told me that. I will never forget those pleading eyes when I
buckled the blindfold on.

We started the work and I soon learned how sensitive certain
areas of a woman’s body are. Suppressed moaning sounds came from
within the hood. I had to be careful because as Susan told me,
pressing the vibrator to hard against her would cause pain
instead of pleasure. Something I did do right, because her body
became covered with sweat.

She was beginning to shake a little when Susan motioned for the
guard to come with Joe. They had cuffed his hands on his back.
However there was a little problem. His penis was not erect
anymore. Susan knew how to fix it. “Debbie. Let me handle the
vibrator and kneel.”

I did as I was told and the guards were there at once sliding an
arm binder over my arms. They moved Joe in front of me so his
latex covered penis was just on level with my mouth. “Lick it!”

“But I can’t. It is disgusting.”

“You can. Lick it. For good sake - Pull your self together. You
wouldn’t be at danger. You are almost 16. Several countries have
set the age of consent to 15. The school has promised your
parents two things: 1) You will have no psychical contact with a
male. 2) You will learn how to be a good, decent and obedient
wife. The service, you will provide is expected by every normal
wife.”

“But...”

“No but. Or you will drop a level or even end up in O.P.”

I took the latex covered penis in my mouth. It was difficult
because I had no use of my arms. I licked and sucked the best I
could. It tasted awful. But it worked and soon it became hard
against. I could fell the warm from inside.

“Stop now. See – that wasn’t so bad.”

The guard helped me up again and the other guided Joe close to
Patricia. Susan moved the stirrups so her private parts was
totally exposed and helped his penis inside her. He started to
work on her. Patricia moaned quietly inside the hood. I could see
that Joe was excited. He was sweating and panting. It did take
long a grunt came from Joe. “Debbie: See, there he came. It is
called Le Petit Mort or the little death. He is in heaven.
However, we must work a little more on Patricia. Often men come
quicker than women.”

The guards made me kneel at her wet love-channel and Susan
ordered me to lick. It did not taste so bad. It was bearable.
Patricia body began to shake and the moaning sounds from inside
the hood became louder. Susan asked me to stop. “She is
experiencing an orgasm right now.” Patricia’s body went limp.
“She passed out from pleasure.”

That evening I spoke to Judith. I was confused. I was sent here
because my parents were afraid of me having a sexual
relationship. Now I have seen more genitals and had been closer
to a sexual act that I have been before in my life. Then Judith
told me about an organisation her uncle became a part of. His
parents did suspect him of drug use, which were totally without
cause. The uncle was to emotional abused that he in fact became a
drug user after having her about other users experience during
group therapy sessions. It is normal that repeated false
accusations results in the exact that kind of behaviour which all
wants to avoid.

She suddenly said something, which made me think. “What if their
actions had nothing to do with you being disobedient? What is
they had realised that you in fact was too naive and too
vulnerable to the adult world.”

“I don’t know. I am too confused.” She had upset me. I told her
that I was tired and want to sleep. However, I turned and twisted
in the hay. It took forever before I went to sleep.


Mom and Dad
===========

Weeks passed and every day looked by the other. Five days a week
I worked as a pony girl and two days I spent at the school
working alone in order to catch up with school work. It was hard
doing five days work in just two days, but I managed. After all I
studied up 12-14 hours per day instead of 5-8 hours per day.

Those days I worked as a pony girl also were the same. After the
painful routine of inserting the tail, I spent the morning at the
walker. Afternoon I worked in the fields. I hated to pull the
plough. I was very hard because our boots were not intended to
the soft ground and we were often only two horses per plough. It
was much better to be a part of a team pulling a carriage or a
cart transporting guards or teachers.

I didn’t see Susan very often. She was about to graduate. One day
a guard took me to a two-seater cart. Normally it was normal that
there were a least one horse per passenger, so I found a little
odd, but I had been a hard week so I did not think a lot about
it.

We rode for a while a stopped in the front of a small motel. The
guard came over a closed my blinkers. They normally did that when
we stopped outside the school and the field so we should not
encourage other people to talk to us by catching their eyes.

So I waited in darkness until I suddenly heard familiar voices.
The blinkers were opened and my parents stood in front of me. I
started to cry. They hugged me. Of course I had a lot to talk
with them about, but still I had the bit gag in the mouth.

“Honey - We are going for a ride. Then we can talk undisturbed.”

They placed themselves in the cart and we took off. After a while
we came to a small glade. They freed me from the cart and took
the gag out.

“Mom! Pop! Oh, I am so glad to see you. I have missed you.”

“We too - Pumpkin. There has not been a single day, we didn’t
think about you. Numerous times, we had doubt about sending you
here, but the weekly calls about your progress had calmed us
down.”

“It had been hard!”

“Yes, we knew that it was not going to be easy. But we had to
save you from doing something that would have put you in danger.
We decided to save you from yourself.”

“From what? What was I about to do that could endanger my life?”

“My Dear. Since you were a little girl, we had encouraged you to
work hard in school. You were and still are very good. The world
stood open for you. But it had a price. You were isolating
yourself. Not that it was a problem. If you stuck to your course
a place at Yale or Harvard would be in reach. Then suddenly, you
became interested in boys. It was an undiscovered land for you.”

“But I was not going to have sex with him or something like
that.”

“You think so and that is because you are both young and naïve. I
as your father know boys always want.”

“Brian was not so.”

“We have new about Brian, but that has to wait. We could not just
stand and wait for you to throw your life away so we decided to
send you some place where you were protected from the dangers. We
had studied a lot of different places before we decided on this
one. It could solve another problem for our household too.”

“The lawn?”

“The lawn! It is big and petrol costs.”

I sat down and cried. How could they be so uncomprehending and
insensitive? My mother sat down beside me and comforted you. “It
is for your own best and deep inside you know it.”

I tried to pull me together. “Why have you chosen a school where
I see people practicing sex? Look at my butt! See what they have
done!” I held up my tail.

Father coughed slightly. “That part with the small print, I did
not read. I hope it doesn’t hurt. We knew that the horsemanship
program meant that you would pull the cart. Later at parents
seminars we discovered the tail part and the risk of piercing or
nose-ring. Fortunately, you were spared for the last ones.
However, we don’t regret our choice of school. You are not
falling behind your academic, which is almost always the case at
other Therapeutic Boarding Schools. They don’t use violence or
make your lie on your flat stomach all day long. The program
makes you fit. You have lost weight.”

“It is this evil corset.”

“Not all of it. Keeping you away from the temptations was the
best choice we could make. Period! Let’s stop the fight. You are
not going to change our mind by any kind of manipulation. We have
after all attended seminars held by the school in order to make
us better parents. By the way: Your future husband will be proud
of that waistline.”

I walked around a little. They acted almost brainwashed fully
convinced that they had saved my life.

“I have prepared food for us.” It was mom. She had brought a
picnic basket along and we sat down and had lunch. Still I was
confused. My mind was racing like hell. “How do I get home
again?”

“That is what we wanted to talk with you about. You are on level
two now. Soon you will be at level three and you will start to
train students at lower levels. That takes us back to Brian. We
have been talking with his parents. Some time ago they suddenly
phoned. He had not been home for some time and they thought that
he was over at our place because they knew about your
relationship. Of course, he wasn’t and it turned out that he was
getting drunk at some bar and hanging out among some friends. We
went and talked to his parents when he returned home and talked
with the boy. He seems to be a nice person and if you both in the
future meet in a controlled environment, we wouldn’t resist
against it.”

“I did not really have a chance to know him before you made it
impossible.”

“We have figured that out and therefore we will offer you a
second chance to bond with him before you graduate and return
home.”

“Will you send him here?”

“In fact, he will arrive in two weeks. When you return to the
campus from this drive, you are on level three. We have talked
with his parents and this school seems to be an excellent cure
for his alcoholism. They have agreed that it is a good idea that
you get to know him well. I didn’t know before, but I do business
with his father. In fact, his company is an important customer to
my firm and we play golf together. If you end up liking each
other, my firm will benefit.”

From my talks with Susan I knew that level three will be so much
better than level two. And Brian here – a part of me was scared –
but I looked forward to see him again.

After a little rest, they put the harness and gag on again and I
took them to the campus, where Susan received us. “Congratulation
Debbie – I can see on the look of your parents that the family
visit went well and that means that you now are on level three.”


Selected for the graduation show
================================

Susan released me from the harness but left the gag. She took my
parents on a tour around the school. She had me on a leash, so I
followed them. They were very impressed but also surprised when
they saw my box. My mother hugged me. “Oh my darling. It is harsh
conditions, but you held your chin up and you will benefit from
it in the long run.”

As we walked over to the main building, Susan asked my parents if
they would see me getting my dressage outfit on for the first
time. My mother looked like a question mark. “Dressage?”

“Yes. In one week it is time for another graduation. In fact I am
one of those which will graduate this time. By the graduation,
some selected students perform a show. It is a mix of Dressage
and river dance. It is very hard and only selected students gets
a chance to perform. Debbie is very skilled and the school has
selected her to perform.”

“Oh – we would like to see it.”

Once inside the main building, I was freed from the corset.
Normally we only shower once a week and it felt strange without
the corset. My body had become accustomed to wearing a corset so
in a strange way I miss it every time it comes off.

My parents sat in a pair of chairs when I was followed into the
lacing room. They watch very carefully and I was cuffed to the
lacing bar and to the floor. Then the new corset was introduced.
It was made from leather and red instead of my usual black
corset. Susan and the guard began to tug. I whimpered a little
when they were almost finished and I think I saw a little tear in
my mother’s eye. It was so tight. At the end I made a grunt every
time they tugged at the laces.  “We are finished. Sixth teen
inches!”

When I was lowered to the ground one of the guards fastened my
shoulder straps. They pulled my shoulder back. I was excepting
cuffs, but as Susan said. “Debbie has proven herself. No she will
only wear restraints outside the campus.”

In an odd way I missed my cuff. I felt naked and also a little
scared. Being cuffed also in a way made me feel protected because
I did not have to decide anything. During the entire stay others
have decided what I had to do and it had made me feel protected.

I got some new boots which were intended for the show and but not
least they fitted me with a new posture collar. As before I
couldn’t turn my head and I had to turn my entire body to face my
parents. “How does it look?”

They looked at me with a shocked expression but father were able
to control himself. “Spectacularly, my dear.” I could see that he
was lying but somehow I didn’t mind. They had put me here and
there was no reason for them to be shocked if they had done their
homework before they shipped me off. (Many years later they told
me, they in fact had spent more time deciding which car to buy
than what kind of school I was sent to.)

One of the guards came in. “It’s time.”

“Debbie. You have to say farewell to your parents now. Their cart
is ready.” We hugged and cried a last time before they went out
the door. I sobbed quietly when we saw their cart leaving the
campus. Then Susan took me and introduced me to another girl,
which had entered the room. “Say hey to Lorna. She is your new
mentor and her task is to make you ready for the show and level
four.”

“Why can’t I continue to work with you?”

“Because I have to study hard alone and concentrated for my exam.
I am soon due for my graduation. But calm down. Lorna only wants
to do what is best for you. Do make me proud. Bye.”

Susan left and I turned to Lorna. She was a stern looking girl
almost six feet tall. Of course she had a slim waist but she was
also very muscular. She spoke to me “I am going to try to make
you ready for the show. It won’t be a holiday. Follow me”

We entered a gym and Lorna gave me a matching head harness on
with colourful plumes on the top and the obligatory bit gag. Also
an arm binder came on. She ordered into the centre of the gym and
grabbed a whip. Then she showed me a video with a sequence of the
dance I was going to perform. It became my turn to reiterate what
I had seen. Whenever I failed to do it exactly she gave me a
small lash with the whip. It hurt. We worked for an hour and she
held a bottle of water for me, so I could drink. I expected so
sit for a while. I was sweating and panting, but she showed no
mercy. I was ordered back and repeat some new steps.

After I while the surroundings became blurred. Lorna could see
that she had pushed me to my limit. “You are a wimp.” Then she
took another whip and gave a lash. It struck me on my buttock and
I lost completely balance. Never had I felt such a pain. “This is
my bullwhip. Pull yourself together or I will teach you how to
concentrate. You are sloppy and not material for a dancer at the
show.”

I cried and in addition to the pain from the blow I also hurt my
arm, when I fell. Lorna came over and connected a leash to the
bit gag so she could pull me onto my feet again. Once I was
standing again, she looked me into my eyes. “I hate lazy students
that don’t acknowledge why they were sent here and don’t
appreciate the second chance they got in this school. You are
going to pull your self together right now. Stop crying or I will
give you reason to cry.”

Somehow I managed to do two other sequences before Lorna was
satisfied. I was lead out of the gym and over to the stables
where the boy waited. Judith was already connected to the walker.
The boy commented my outfit, which made Lorna send him an angry
look. He was send over to a guard and later he returned with
gagged with ball gag and an arm binder on. “I don’t like boys
that can’t hold their tongue when they see a girl. It shows poor
discipline and is disrespectful against womankind. It called for
punishment.” The guard came over, stopped the walker and
connected something to the chain hanging down from the walker.
Lorna positioned the boy and I could see pain in his face when
they connected the chain. When they moved away from him, I saw
what they had done. They had put nibble clamps on him. Man - that
must hurt! But they were not finished. The guard bended down and
did something with his genitals. The boy groaned and made
whimpering sounds. Lorna commented. “Well, a ball stretcher with
some weight will cool him down. Now for you!” I tried to move
away but the guard quickly came over and held me tight, while
Lorna also worked with the clamps. I screamed when the first
clamp came on. Never in my life had I felt so much pain. Then the
next clamp came on. It was unbearable. Judith was also sobbing
due to my torment and I could see tears rolling down on the boy’s
cheeks.

The walker was started and even though I was too tired, I was
very carefully to keep the pace. My nibbles hurt so much. After
15 minutes I could take it a little better. Still, I sobbed.
Level three should be so much better. We walked and walked for an
hour before Lorna was satisfied with my performance. I was freed
which meant more pain when the blood returned to my nibbles. I
bit very hard on my bit; I was drooling and sobbing at the same
time.

I still sobbed when we left the stable. I could see both the
terror in Judith’s face and the suffering in the boy’s face.

Lorna took me over to the main building where she quickly cleaned
me with a cloth and some cold water before I was followed to the
dining hall.

For the first time in a very long time I slept in a bed that
evening.

The next two weeks went by with strict training all day long.
Susan’s graduation would take place on Saturday just two days
before Brian would arrive. The last three days I trained with the
other student selected for the show.


Susan’s graduation
==================

Graduation takes place in a large building outside the campus in
order to keep the exact procedure a secret. When we entered, the
parents were already present. Every family had its own table.
After the head master had announced our first number we entered
the stage and performed. We received our applause and took some
seat next to the stage.

Then the head master introduced the graduates and they took other
seats next to the stage and started on a speech. I didn’t
remember much of it. I looked for Susan and found her. She was
dressed in a beautiful long white grown. All the dresses were
like taken out of a picture from about year 1900. The boys were
clothed in sailor's dresses and due to their figure I could guess
that they still had corset on under their clothes.

After the speech we did another number and then it was time for
the graduation ceremony. The guards came with isolation hoods and
cuffs for us and we sat in darkness for about a half hour before
we were allowed to see again. Susan had come over to me. Her
make-up had run over her face, so her reunion must have been
emotional. “Oh. Debbie. You made it to be allowed to perform. I
am so happy for you. I knew your potential the minute I saw you.
You being here mean so much to me. I want to be a teacher and you
had proved to me that I can inspire people.” She kissed me and
staggered back to her table. She looked somewhat painful when she
sat down, which I found odd. She must have adjusted to her corset
by now.

However, I did not get a chance to wonder about it further
because we should perform you last dance. After the dance when we
were getting ready to leave for the campus, I got the bumbled
into Susan for the last time during my stay at the school. She
only said two words very silent, but I knew what they meant. The
first word was myspace and the second one I don’t want to reveal
here.

The policy of the school is that we all were enrolled for
personal reasons and alone. When we leave is it alone. Like most
every behaviour modification facilities it is not considered to
be accepted to keep contact after graduation here too. Some
former students I since have talked to in my present work as a
child psychologist all express that their experiences seems like
a bad dream. Not even their parents understand how they had felt
because they often undergo brainwash during parent seminars
themselves. Knowing Susan’s homepage helped both her and me
during later crisis in my life.


Brian’s Arrival
===============

I stood in the hall with Lorna and waited for Brian. The door
went up and a hooded boy in restraints entered. He was not taking
it very well and tried to twist and turn whenever the escorts
relaxed for a moment. When he was placed on a bench in the lacing
room, I talked to one of the guard from the escort division. As
usual they had entered his bedroom at about 3 a.m. in the
morning, but he had been in town and was not at sleep. So he had
tried to run towards the window. Luckily the escort division had
tasers and they were able to stop Brian before he got the chance
to jump out of the window.

Still both with isolation hood and cuffs at arms and legs he
resisted them whenever he had the chance. Both Lorna and I
understood that we had to break him in, before he even could
enter level one.

The head master was out in town this day, so it was our task to
tell him where he was and what we expected from him as a student.
Normally the speech would be made before he is escorted to the
lacing room, but he was too aggressive that we simply did not
dare start the introduction before he was safely tied up to the
lacing bar.

With a little help from the guard we got him secured. Luckily he
only slept in pants, so we did not have to remove too much
clothes. We hoisted him off the ground. He was protesting all he
could but of course we could not understand what he said due to
the hood.

Lorna took a step ladder and climbed up and removed his hood.
First he was disorientated and blinked his eye in order to focus.
Then he saw me. “Debbie??”

“Hey Brian. Welcome to Meditation Inlet – your new boarding
school.”

“What? Please, let me out of here. What is this?”

“I hate to repeat myself, so listen very carefully. I will say
this only once.” (I saw this phrase used in a TV-series. It seems
to work). “Your parents have chosen to send you to this boarding
school in order to solve your problems with alcohol as well as
other kind of disobedience. Here you will a second chance to
redeem yourself with your parents.”

“But I don’t need a fix. I am a normal kid. You know me!”

“I knew you as a polite and well-mannered boy but obvious you
have changed. This conversation is over. Now for your school
uniform.” Lorna started to wrap it on to Brian.

“No. Stop it is woman clothes.”

“Here it is mandatory for students regardless of sexes.” Lorna
stepped down from the ladder and she started to lace the corset
together with a guard. Brian continued to yell and curse at us,
but we knew that our actions were for his best, so we did not
stop. I have been through it myself. A part of me felt the odd
feeling of your lounges being compressed and the feeling of lost
of control over your body. It is almost a witty development to
pass through. Soon his vocal pitch died out and all he could
muster was a grunt when Lorna and the guard tugged.
“21 inches! In a month he will be down to 19 inches.” We lowered
him to the floor but before he released him, we saw to that he
had an isolation hood on. He was still rebellious and tried to
put his feet against anything he got close to. It took us four
people to get him into O.P. and placed in the toilet chair.

We left him and I had the task to feet him and clean him, so I
returned every three hour. He ate but did not speak to me. I
tried to get his attention, so I at least could tell him why he
was sent here, but he just looked at me with an angry and
unforgiving look when he removed the blindfold part on the hood.

He did not pee nor pooh either. I consulted Lorna because it
could be dangerous if he withheld motions. She suggested laxative
in a strong soup so he couldn’t taste it. After his last meal it
did not take long before he moved his bowels. When I cleaned him
I heard that he was sobbing. Had I managed to break him?

That evening, when I turned him in, I could see his despair, but
when I asked him if he wanted to talk, he just turned his head
away. I went to the dinner hall where I saw Paula sitting with a
plateful of soup.


Paula’s story
=============

I was hungry and also took some soup and went over to Paula.
Brian’s torments had brought back memories from my own start on
the campus. We had been sitting sipping for a while, when Paula
asked me if I had a question.

“Paula. I know why I was sent here. Brian’s story is also well
known to me. If you don’t mind, I would like to hear your story.
A rumour is going around that you are not from the states and
therefore I find it odd, that you are here. After all I have
heard that it is only American Parents that are sending their
children into such places.”

“Yes that it correct. I am a Dane. I am here voluntarily.”

Voluntarily!!? I could not believe my ears.

Paula noticed my jaw dropping to the ground. “Yes. I am here
voluntary. It is a part of my work to improve my grades back in
Denmark and also something I do to get experience when I start my
work at the rehabilitation and Research Centre for torture
victims back in Copenhagen. As a part of my study I have been put
inhere with a somewhat false story.”

“Somewhat false?”

“Yes, in my records it is stated that I am sexual active and that
I also use alcohol. Because I am only 17 it is a problem over
here, but in Denmark it is within the laws to drink alcohol at an
age of 16 and sex is also allowed when you become 15.”

“You are kidding!”

“No.”

“I still don’t understand it. Why go through this when you can
avoid it?”

“We do have some problems with younger people doing those things
and of course we also have a drug problem in the Danish society.
We are dealing with them but I wanted to see what other countries
are doing. Before I came here, I was in a place in Tennessee
which turned out to be run by bondage fetishes’. The counsellors
had their bizarre interest published on their private myspace
pages, so I knew what I was getting into in advance.”

“But I found it extremely challenging here.”

“Of course it is challenging but due to research my in Denmark, I
took a course done by some of our elite soldiers so I was
prepared for my journey. Those kinds of courses are common and in
fact mandatory when Danish diplomats or businessmen visit risk
zones around the world. You will be surprised to learn how very
little dissimilarity there are between torture in war zone and
what is going on in the so-called Therapeutic Boarding School
like this place.”

“How could it be torture when it is for our own good?”

“You think that it is for your own good, but just a few years. It
will come back to you and hunt you in your sleep.”

“And I saw you as a program girl. Why were you so harsh against
me, when I was selected for the show?”

“There were two reasons. First of all I play along so I can
graduate and do a report of my findings when I return home.
Second and not last: You needed it. Running around and feeling
sorry for your self won’t do you any good in the future. I don’t
know what kind of parents that did bring you up but hiding the
reality of life for you has not been good. You are so naïve!”

“What? My parents have just tried to do what they found best for
me.”

“Yes - that misunderstanding and was come from it is a destiny
that you share with many of your fellow countrymen. I find it
sick that a 20 year old serviceman can loose this life in Iraq
with being able to enjoy a single beer legally just once in his
life. But for the time being stick to your opinion. It will make
you able to graduate from the program.”


A confession
============

I was confused and did not want to go any further into the
subject. I wanted to talk about Brian. I was concerned about him.
I wanted him to move forward in the program. He would only be
able to do that if he confronted his problems and acknowledge his
failures.

“How can put even more pressure on Brian? He seems not to break.
It is so important for me to have him progressing in the program.
I want him to be on at least level 2 before I graduate.”

“You love him?”

“Yes – At least I think so.”

“Lets see. I think I know how to help you. Extend the
introduction period to Saturday. I will help you with the milking
process. If that doesn’t break him, then we have a problem.”

“Milking process?”

“Oh, don’t you listen? Every one knows that all males students
are forced to ejaculated once a week in order to prevent
development of prostate cancer later in life. Long term denial
has been research and the findings are that it will increase the
risk of prostate cancer, so the school has ordered all male
students to be milked once a week in order to prevent law suits.”

“I would like to help out.”
“I have to warn you. It can rather emotional. Some of the boys
are not exactly going along with the process.”

“Still, I want to help.”

The week went on. Every day I followed Brian down to O.P. where I
feed him and clean him without getting even a small smile from
him. Not a single sign of progress. I can’t tell you how deeply
worried I was. Then it was Saturday.

Paula and I followed Brian down to the cabin where the milking
process was going to be done. Once inside we took the hooded boy
over to a gynaecology treatment table where we strapped him
securely. Paula removed the flap covering his genitals and
motioned me to come closer. “Take it into your hand and tease him
so it becomes erect. We have to put a masturbator on to it and it
can not be done when it is in a limp condition.”

It felt warm. Of course it did not smell so good. He had not been
in a bath since his arrival. Brian was nervous and tense. He was
trembling. Paula showed me where to touch him and where males
were especially sensitive.

The masturbator came on and we started it. Paula ordered me to
lick his nibbles. As I had my head near his head, I could hear
sobbing sounds from within the hood. His nibbles became erects.
Then Paula took my shoulder and I turned to see his fluid flowing
in the masturbator. Never in my life had I seen such a sight. It
seems to go on forever. When the flow died out, Paula took it and
saw to that his semen was poured into test tubes.

“What are you doing?”

“The school has ordered that all the semen has to be collected
and put into the fridge. I don’t know why, but that is the
order.”

When she was finished, she had a cryptic smile on her face.
“Well, that was for the school. The next one is for Brian. Go for
it my girl. Do as you did before.”

I tried but it did not want to. Brian was still sobbing and now
it became louder. Paula shook her head. “Don’t mind him. He is
just sensitive. In fact I find his sissy behaviour disturbing.
Remove the mouth piece.”

When I removed it, Brian started to beg us to stop. “Debbie. I
know you are there. Please, stop. I will do what you ask from
me.”

“Annoying – isn’t it?” She gave me another mouth piece. It had a
kind of rubber penis on. I looked at her with disbelief. “Yes it
is going in his mouth so we can work in peace without
disturbance.”

When I tried to push it in inside his mouth, he clenched his
teach. However, Paula just took his balls with a firm grab. When
she applied pressure, he opened his mouth in order to protest and
I was able to force the mouth piece into place.

Now we were able work in peace, but his penis was not rigid.
Paula had an ace up in her sleeve. She showed me an odd item.
“What is that?”

“It is a prostate massager. It goes inside his anus where so we
can provoke his system in order to for him to achieve a second
orgasm. That will teach him that we control every aspect of his
body, even his ability to breathe deeply and when to get a
relief. If that fact doesn’t break him, we are in problems.”

Paula lubricated it and pressed very gently against his
sphincter. His body tensed up. When it entered we could see how
the shock went through his body. It gave some life to his penis
but not very much. Paula asked me to open a drawer where I found
a ball stretcher. Even though I had seen how it was used during
my training, I had not put it on someone before, so Paula put it
on. It had a leather strap that went around the base of his
scrotum beside the stretcher. Applying the stretcher helped
making his penis erected. It was clear that he was very
sensitive. Almost every touch made him try to twist and turn.
Luckily the restraints were able to hold him back. We did not
hold back on our work with the prostate massager and although we
have changed the gag it was obvious that he did not enjoy our
treatment. He came once more. This time it was a slow flow. When
it stopped Paula wanted to talk to Brian. He started to beg at
once when the gag was removed.

“Please, stop. Why are you doing this to me?”

“You are doing it to yourself. Work with us in order to stop your
abuse of alcohol and your disobedience against your parents.”

“I have no problem.”

“Then we will go for a third time.”

“No. Don’t. I will do as you say. Just stop. I can not take it.”

“OK. We will take your word for it. You can rest for the rest of
the day, but tomorrow you will start on Level one and work on
your personal tasks. We want to see progress within a week or you
will be milked twice next Saturday. However, I have to hear it
from your own mouth. Are you an alcoholic?”

“Yes!”

Brian held his promise. Although he did not say anything to me,
he followed along quietly wherever we went. It took only a week
for him to finish his personal tasks.


A stubborn horse
================

It was Brian’s turn to start level two. I remembered when I
entered the stable the first time. The nameless boy welcomed us
as always. Paula was tied up elsewhere, so it was my task to
break the news to Brian. In fact it was the first time where I
functioned as a junior staff member. I was regarded as an honour
and also mandatory for me if I ever should advance to Level four.
The eyes of the guard rested on me. Would I serve as an example
or would I disrespect the rules of this small society in favour
of a friend?

Inside the stable we stopped at the walker. Like me Brian
couldn’t believe his eyes. “What is this? You can not expect me
to use that – that thing!”

“Yes, we will.”

“I won’t!”

I signalled the guard and the boy. They held him while we changed
the cuffs to an arm binder. Then we marched him over the bath
room, where I washed his breast while the boy shovelled a ball
gag in Brian’s mouth. I took some alcohol and cleaned his
nipples. I pointed to the enlarged copy of the contract and
showed him the tong I was going to piece his nibbles with. He
tried to scream when he understood, what I was going to do. A
second guard came over and helped the others by holding him
tight. I could see the fear in his eyes and the sweat covering
his body. But there was no turning back. I had to be hard in
order to show the staff that I serious.

He gave a cry when I pierced the first nipple and began to sob.
Tears ran down his face. A small whimpering sound came from him
when I did his second nipple. It was a nice work. Two rings came
in and we took him back to the walker and connected chains to the
rings so he was no other choice but to follow along. I gave him
an hour in the walker before I let him go to coffee break.

After a sip from the coffee he turned his tearful eyes towards
me. “Why are you so evil? I thought that I meant something to
you.”

“When you progress in the program, you will know. I am now a
junior staff member. If you don’t comply with the program, I
would be punished because you are my responsibility.”

“But I am your friend. That must mean something.”

“It does mean something, but we can not rise above the rules.
That is what brought us here in the first place. We have to learn
how to follow the rule put upon us by parents and the society. It
is a hard lesson, but it is necessary.”

“It is unfair.”

“Perhaps – but you will benefit in the long run. Do you want more
coffee?”

He nodded. When asked whether he wanted the gag back in before he
resumed the training he also said yes. The piercing must still
hurt, so perhaps he just needed something to bite on.

He managed to do 4 shifts in the walker before I called it a day.

The next day he agreed willingly so I spared him and he was
connected to the walker the normal way. However, he was very
tired, so I put a ball stretcher and some weights on him.

Paula came by. “You are doing fine, but beware. I think you need
to be reminded that you are not a graduate yet.” She called a
guard over. “Debbie needs an hour in the walker too.” I did not
protest. I knew that supercilious conduct was a danger that I had
to avoid. Some level three students were known to be too hard on
the new ones and they had to be put into place.

Still, I was surprised when I got a ball gag in my mouth. The
explanation for that came at once when Paula clamped two weights
on my nipples. I avoided crying out, but instead I bit very hard
down on the gag. She was not finished. Two clamps were put on
clitoris. It made me sob. It hurt beyond imagination. I toddle
around like a small baby. Oh, it hurt.

Then the walker was started and I had to go along. After a while
the pain settled and I got to look on Brian. He was gagged but it
seemed that he was smiling. We walked and walked for an hour,
before the guards decided that it was enough. I had learned my
lesson. I had to be firm but not unreasonable.


The best thing ever
===================

Brian’s training was going fine and he had earned his tail. Man
did it come as a surprise for him. It must have been in august. I
had lost track of time. Anyhow it was time for harvest. Paula
decided to team me up with Brian. All dressed up with bit gag
blinkers we pulled one of the carts while student from another
line worked in the fields.

14 days it took before we were finished. I enjoyed staying so
close to Brian and he also smiled back to me regardless of how
heavy the load was. Even the day it rained and the road was
muddy, he managed to give me a smile. Paula was over us that day.
She had a small whip and my buttock was very reddish due her
lashes. Brian was not spared, so we had to smear each others
behinds when the day was over.

We got to talk and slowly we bonded. Had my parents not
interfered, we could have experienced lovely things long time
ago. We seemed to belong to each other. Of course I had to be
careful that I did not slow his training down, but I managed to
balance it.

One day I was watching Brian on the walker, when I got a surprise
visit from the head master. I thought that I was in trouble and
lowered my head at once.

“Raise your head and look me in my face. You know about the
school policy. Always look at people when you are talking to
them.”

“Sorry Sir. I was not thinking.”

“I am here with happy news. I have spoken with your parents and
with Brian’s too. They had agreed to a controlled interaction
between you two, if it is monitored and done under very
controlled conditions. Do you consent?”

I nodded. I was both scared and curious. I had been how Patricia
and Joe did. I had difficulties imagine how it must feel. “I
consent!”

“Because Brian is a male, he also will consent. I don’t even have
to take that gag ball out of him. Males always consent.” Then he
left.

So it became that I the following day was strapped down onto the
bench. Paula gave me the isolation hood on. It had a built-in gag
ball, so I was silenced effective.

I could feel how they touched me down there. Then it suddenly
came - a tickling sensation. That is how it felt. It was so good.
I started to breathe heavily and I could feel the sweat running
down over my body.

Then something entered me. It must be Brian. It hurt a little but
then it started to feel very good. Soon I was in heaven. I had
never felt so in my life. Then he stopped but the tickling
sensation continued. Suddenly waves of pleasured rolled through
my body. I grunted and panted. It did not stop, but then I must
have passed out because the next thing I experienced was that
Paula was in front of me. I was still wearing the hood, but she
had removed the blindfold. She padded me on my head, but then she
moved behind me.

I shocked when I felt a lash from a whip. What was she doing?
Then something else was put inside me and it started to shake. I
received three more lashes and somehow it started to feel nice
once again although it was mixed with pain. But then I was
shocked once more when I felt someone licking at my private
parts.

It was almost too much. Then pace of the thing going in and out
of me went up. Then the waves of pleasure went over me again. I
cried from lust.

I continued to sob after they had released me. Paula was
concerned. “Did we go too far?”

“No. Paula. But these last months had been one new experience
after another. All those things in life, I took for granted – all
my values – has been altered. What you did for me today, was
something which I forever will be grateful for, but it is just
too much. I need time to think.”

“OK. I will put you on a cart going to the motel tomorrow for
supplies. It will be hard, but also a kind of preparation for
you, so you can share your experience with later group therapy
session.”

“Share it??”

“Yes. That is mandatory. But that is enough for now. Let me free
you so you can shower.”


Forbidden feelings
==================

Four weeks had gone since my bonding with Brian. The daily
routine never changed. I longed for yet another encounter with
Brian, but I knew that I had to earn it.

One day the head master came with a note from Paula. It stated
that she had graduated and she wished me good luck. I did not
know and that is how it is. Only the graduates and those students
which perform at the graduation ceremony know who is graduating.
That is a security precaution which should prevent former
graduates from bonding. The head master did of course not know
what Paula had told me, but still I felt alone and abandoned.
From the very start I had been so lucky to have two good mentors.
Both Susan and Paula had meant so much for me.

I found a quiet place where I sat down and cried. I must have
sobbed there for almost a half hour before the head master passed
by accident.

“Why are you crying? It is not suitable for a level three
student. You should be a positive role model for the new students
- not a cry-baby. Snap out of it or you risk dropping to level
two.”

I cleaned my tears away. He continued to look at me for a while -
then he spoke. “I think you need a positive experience just now.
You are so close to level four that you should smell it. Let me
help you. Report to the guard at the stable and ask for a special
felt trip.”

When I went to the stable I found the guard waiting for me. “Need
extra motivation?” He had an odd smile on. He guided me into the
bath room, where I was issued an arm binder and a blindfold.

For a moment I stood in darkness - then I felt it. Someone
inserted a butt-plug. No big deal, it must be the tail. However,
something was inserted in my love channel. It was lubricated but
I was not wet so it hurt a little. Then the blindfold was
removed. Brian was there too, they must have called him. We were
followed to a cart where the guard fastened our harnesses to the
cart. Of course we had both blinkers and bit gag inserted.

Then we were off for a long ride. Our pace was steady. Running
with both holes filled was odd. It gave me a kind of sensation.
The guard did not seem to be busy. Suddenly, I felt the things
inside me vibrating. I turned my head and observed that Brian
also was experience something. We slowed down and was rewarded a
lash from the guard’s whip. “Don’t slow down! I have a remote
control. I control the vibrators.”

We continued to run. I panted because my body was teased by the
vibrators. It did become wet down there. Brian’s breathing
sounded troubled. I turned my head and discovered that he penis
had become rigid. But I was not allowed to enjoy the sight. A
lash hit my behind. “Don’t turn your head.”

However, the sensation increased and I had difficulties to
maintain the pace. I was rewarded with lashes numerous times.
Brian had his own difficulties. Suddenly I heard a grunt and I
saw that semen dropped down on the ground while he continued to
run.

I felt the sensation built up in my back. My vision blurred a
little. Then waves of passion ran through my body. I had to stop.
I could not breathe. The guard gave me one lash after another and
I forced myself to walk. Oh. I was so sensitive down there. The
pleasure was succeeded by pain. Our pace increased. After 15
minutes of running my body began to be filled with lust once
more. I was trying to catch enough air in order to maintain our
speed.

Suddenly he pulled the reins and we came to a stop. The vibrators
were stopped. It was a time for water. Brian was exhausted.
“Please stop. I can not go any further.” The guard did not reply
but kept giving us water. The gags went in once again. He had a
surprise for us. First he gave Brian a ball stretcher on. Then he
connected some weights to the rings on Brian’s Breast.

It was my turn. I closed my eye. I knew what to come. It was time
for the nipple clamps. I bit hard on the gag, so I managed to
avoid screaming from the pain. However, tears running down my
face betrayed me. “Are you trying to be brave? Open you eyes and
look at me. You are doing so fine!”

He got back to the cart and we took off once more.

We hadn’t run for more than 1 mile before I was overpowered by
lust once more. The pain from my nipples, the sensation from the
vibrators was almost too much. I panted and grunted whenever we
had to pull extraordinarily. Once again my vision blurred and the
guard tried to push me by giving me several lashes. I lost track
of time. It was as I somehow disconnected from my body. My
running was automatically, but my mind was not at it.

Brian was also suffering. I got a glimpse of his face and I saw
he was in pain. Luckily we were approaching the campus. I saw the
main building at a distance but I can not remember that we passed
the gate. I woke in a haystack inside a box where I found myself
covered with sweat. The vibrators were gone and I had got a butt
plug inserted in my behind, my legs were covered with dried up
fluid and I had to stagger in the bath room to a get shower.

That very day I was pushed to my limits. They had taught me that
I could go further that I found possible, if I just allowed
myself. Yes, of course I was still sad that both Paula and Susan
were gone, but I have found out that I was not dependent of them.
I could stand on my own feet.


The final leg
=============

The next morning the head master informed me that I was on Level
four. I worked almost full time as a junior staff member but of
course also a lot of my time was devoted to my academic. It was a
kind of deja vu for me.

Almost every one of them showed the fear of the unknown. The
shock of breaking the very first rule, they ever learned from
their parent, who is: “Never walk with a stranger”. A
rule-breaking ordered by the parents. It was a kind betrayal done
by their parents toward them. That feeling is a great concern by
us, because any progress in the program can only take place, when
they either overcome it or accept it. Not all children can
understand that they had a problem to fix. I didn’t.

The eyes of the staff always rested on me. Some of the students
made me feel sorry for them, but I knew that they were here for
my own good. I told myself to be firm and follow the rules to the
letter. At the same time I remembered the sympathy Susan received
me with. It was a fine balance between applying the structured
environment on them and not cause nervous breakdown. All the
school wanted was to help the parents to bring up children that
used their potential to the fullest.

Brian was one of those underachievers. He was a taker rather that
a giver at the program. It was so difficult for me use the whip
on him, but I had to. I loved him and it hurt me to see, that he
slipped back into self pity about missing out on parties and his
former life back home. I knew that my time here at the campus
would come to an end soon, so I asked the head master if he could
perform at my graduation. The head master knew about Brian’s
problem and allowed me to train him but warned me not to hurt him
seriously. He that Brian’s problem would be hard to solve and had
his doubt about me training him after I personally had pierced
him. I assured him that I cared for Brian and there was not any
kind of grudge between us.

So I had Brian taken for to the gym for dance lessons. Lorna had
been a good teacher for me and I remembered her pedagogical way
of teaching.

Brian entered with a face which showed a lot of pain. When I
asked him why he had such a look in his face, he complained about
his corset and the lacing. “I can not breathe. It is unbearable.”

“You have to adjust. Life is about adjusting to new conditions.
You are simply not ready for any kind of change and that is a
very important characteristic to possess if you want to move on
in society. It is my graduation you are training for and you can
only think about yourselves. You are a taker. You want and want.
You don’t give anything back. Now DANCE!”

I gave him a lash with the bullwhip which struck him in his
lower stomach. He sank to his knees. “Please stop. It hurt so
much.”

“I struck you on your corset. It is made of leather with steel
bones. There will no lasting scars - Up on your feet again!”

He raised himself up. It was difficult because he still had cuffs
on because he was such a difficult student, but he managed. We
trained for an hour before he took him to the walker. After lunch
we continued our training.

It was after a one of those long days with mixed training and
exercise, that he stole a chance to give me a kiss. I blushed.
“Well. Brian. We can not have that. You know that being together
is strictly forbidden unless it is done very controlled.” I gave
him a lash with my whip but that only made him smile.

Oh. He was so cunning. Once again he had chosen the easy road. I
went to the head master who praised me for coming to him. Most of
the campus was covered with surveillance cameras and they had
observed his kiss and I would have been up for punishment if I
hadn’t reported it. I properly have been dropped a level or two.
Instead they allowed him to find a suitable punishment for Brian.

The next day Brian arrived at the lacing room where I waited with
some of the guards. After he was hoisted, I took charge and began
to tug at the laced with a guard.

Soon the well-known rhythm of the student grunting whenever we
tugged was heard. When we were finished we got him down to 18.5
inches. We lowered him He was panting and was only able to walk
very slowly. I was not finished yet. He had to make an impression
to my family because they would be present to my graduation. So
we gave him a matching posture collar on. In fact it was a kind
of head harness. It had straps going around his head so he had to
look straight out.

Then it was off to training. I kept a strict regime with him.
Brian was one of those males that had to be controlled for their
own good. It took me a week to get a useful result with him. His
buttocks were covered with red stripes so we had to wait a second
week before he could be showed to the public.

He had been silenced towards me since he got the new corset on.
On the last day before I left the campus in preparation for the
graduation, he finally spoke to me again. “Before you go, I just
want to say that I don’t hold any grudge against you. I don’t
agree with your decisions, but I accept them and would love to
see you when we return home, if our parent’s allows it.”

I could only nod. I knew that I had made a difference with him.
He stating that he will seek his and my parent’s permission
showed me that he was on the road to become a better person.


Graduation
==========

Graduation takes place outside the campus. A few days before we
are moved to small cabin where we are given time to write our
graduation speech and try out gowns and suits for the male part.

I got a beautiful blue gown. My stay at the campus and long-term
wearing a corset had given me a slim waist of 17 inches. Although
we had corsets underneath, it was odd not being in a uniform. The
hall had been prepared and we were lead in and placed beside the
podium. I saw my parents sitting at a table and wave to them. Our
head master came on stage and spoke to us about dignity,
self-confidence and how we have been worked on an entire new
outlook on us selves.

It became the dancers turn to come on stage. Brian performed so
beautiful. My eyes caught tears. It was so emotional. When they
were done, the dancers were hooded so they did not observe the
secret part of the graduation ceremony.

Then it was our turn. I was first. I came on stage and took the
word.

“When I first arrived here, it was with a mixed feeling of fear
and anger. I was in denial and could not recognise the reasons
for my parents sending me here. I was on a negative path towards
isolation and low self-esteem. I took my life back home and my
parents for granted. The program stripped me of my old defence,
attitude and facade. Here in the program I found myself. I have
worked and now I know that I have to hold myself accountable for
my new goals and behaviours. I would like to thank my parents for
sending me here and of course also the school for adding towards
my healing.”

My father entered the stage and a guard rolled a bench on the
podium. The headmaster took the word.

“Based on the century-old tradition of Taoist Dong Lung Gong,
your father will give you a spanking for good luck in the future.
One lash per year of age is given. Please take place on the
bench.”

I was a little nervous but I could see that my father was also
sweating. It was a twist neither of us had reckoned in. The guard
cuffed me to the bench strapped me down. My gown was lifted so
everyone in the hall could see my underwear. I blushed. The guard
offered me a bit gag and I took it. They gave my father a sign to
start. The first lash was very light, which cause the headmaster
to tell my father that it would give me both good luck in the
future and a symbolic kick into adulthood. So he started over
again.

“One!” I was a shock. I moaned but tried not to scream. The head
master whispered to my daddy. “It was good. Try not to hit her
twice at the same place.”

“Two!” “Three!” “Four!” I received a firm spanking. It hurt, but
it was also a kind of relief. I had so much grief hidden inside
me. I missed my family, my home, my old school. Now every lash
brought me closer to my departure from the school.

“Fourteen! Fifteen! Sixteen!” I sobbed and my behind hurt so
much. My father was panting. It had been hart on him too. While I
was released the headmaster called my mother on stage. We were
standing toward each other, when the headmaster urged us to hug
each other. “A lost child has returned. Please welcome your
daughter into your family.” We all hugged and cried. Then we left
for our table.

The other graduates went through the same procedure. When they
all had been finished, the dancers were freed and performed yet
another act. Then we ate and celebrated until midnight where we
were picked up by busses. My parents had booked a room for me at
the motel and I feel asleep almost at once.

The next morning my father showed me that he had bought some of
the corsets I had worn. I knew it. I had to care of our lawn back
home. I did not mind it, because I had learned that I - in order
to live on my own at some point - would have to take on even more
chores back home. I had matured. I was ready to go to college and
even universities. We left Jamaica that evening.

You may ask me what became of Brian. Just after they had
performed the last act, I kissed him before he had to go back. I
promised that I would wait for him.



Aftermath
=========

It had been 5 years since I left Meditation Inlet. Brian is here
with me and we are living together. We got married a month ago.
Brian graduated 3 months after me. I was allowed to go to his
graduation ceremony and his father even gave me permission to
give him a lash with the whip. We got to dance and even spent the
night in the motel together. Of course without sex but our
parents arranged for us to live together in my parent’s basement
as any other couple.

Some will think that is kind of odd, but the only thing that had
made our neighbours wonder is the weekly moving of the lawn.
Every second week it is me that have pull the lawn mover in full
harness, blinkers and bit gag. Brian guides me with the reins and
of course I also earn a lash or two if I am naughty.

Next week it is his turn to be harnessed and I get a chance to
use the whip.

Another side-effect from my stay is that I have to use a corset
all time. My back hurts if I try to go without. Brian also uses a
corset when he is working.

In the start I had difficulties bonding with people, but Paula
visited us and gave me therapy. I am also in touch with Susan.

Some have asked me if I hold a grudge against my parents for
sending me there. I will come to that. You have all read about
the children returning home from a program saying that it had
saved their lives. I used to think so in the start, but Paula’s
therapy made me overcome it. Today I think that would have done
as good as I did without the stay in the program. There is just
one thing I couldn’t have done as good without the program. I
control Brian. It turns him on to be harnessed and cuffed by me.

Unfortunately my parents got hurt in a traffic accident, so I
have to send them to a nursing room. Where did I put the
brochure? Oh, here it is “Abu Ghraib nursing home” – seems like a
nice place.

END