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   GREENWOOD ANNEX

   By POC

   Heather Mann had just turned sixteen.  She was a pretty girl but she
didn't know it.  No one had ever taken the time to tell her she was pretty,
or that she was talented, or even a nice person for that matter.  At the
age of four Heather had been placed under the care of Greenwood juvenile
detention and adoption center.  Greenwood, a privately run but state funded
institution reserved exclusively for female children did not waste their
time developing self pride in any of the girls that came under their care.
The girls at Greenwood were those unfortunate enough to find themselves in
a position without parent or other family members or guardians to care for
them and had become wards of the state.

   Greenwood was a harsh environment for the girls placed there.  Although
they were feed and educated, absolutely no misconduct of any kind was ever
tolerated, and any girl caught in such misbehavior was severely punished
for the deed.  Despite state laws forbidding any use of physical punishment
it was not beyond the Greenwood staff to use both spanking and switching on
the girls as long as the state board did not find out about it.  All of the
girls were so well conditioned or so frightened of the Greenwood staff
there was never any question of anyone confiding to a state auditor about
any physical mistreatment inflected on them at the institution.  Heather
like the other girls had come to accept her life at Greenwood as absolutely
normal.  She was completely accustomed to immediately doing anything a
staff member told her to do without question, her reactions to a staff
members demands was like second nature (or perhaps first nature) to her.

   Heather was so well conditioned that she never once considered telling
anyone that just after she had turned ten one of the male cleaning staff
would once or twice a week come to her cot after everyone else was asleep
and wake her by fondling her breasts and in-between her legs.  At the time
Heather didn't really understand what the man was doing and something
inside of her even told her it was wrong, but she did not ever question his
right to be doing it.  Sometimes he would play with himself with one hand
while using his other to fondle Heather, then at other times he would have
Heather use one of her hands to play with his `tool' as he had called it.
He had shown her how to stroke him up and down until sticky stuff came out
of the `tool', then he would usually leave right away.  This routine
continued for a month or two until one night he had told Heather he wanted
to try something different.  He spread Heather's legs wide apart then
climbed onto the cot on top of her.  Heather soon felt excruciating pain
when the man attempted to force his `tool' in-between her legs.  The pain
became so server she involuntarily cried out in agony, and the man quickly
covered her mouth with one hand muffling any farther cries of discomfort.
Now silenced he continued pushing his `tool' into her not realizing his
hand was so large it not only covered the girls mouth but her nose as well.
Heather was unable to breath but with the man's weight on top of her it
made any struggling useless.  Heather was just at the verge of
unconsciousness when the man was roughly yanked backward away from the girl
and onto the floor.  It took several seconds and several deep breaths for
Heather to recover her awareness enough to hear someone saying in a harsh
voice.  "......bastard!  I heard that girl scream!  Come on!  Your fucking
finished around here!" Then only silence.  It felt like her bottom had been
ripped apart and when she probed at the soreness between her legs with a
finger it came away wet.  It was too dark for her to tell if she was
bleeding or if the dampness was only the mans sticky stuff.  No one came
around to see if Heather was injured or even to comfort the child...not
that she would have expected anyone to have done either.

   Greenwood taught a very condensed form of sex education to the girls
consisting of a single lecture on female monthly cycles, and the merest
basics about pregnancy, but Heather did on occasion have short
conversations with other classmates on the subject and was somewhat able to
piece together what the man had done to her when she was ten.  Knowing did
not change her feelings about it in any way.  It had hurt....hurt real bad
even, and she had gained a inward fear of men's `tools' but she had not
become traumatized over the experience.  She was so acclimated to obeying a
staff member she regarded what had happened to her as just another order
that must be followed, although that order had certainly been more
physically painful than most, it was just another order none the less.

   Now at sixteen Heather had been told that she was to be transferred to
another institution.  The transfer bothered her.  Greenwood was not so much
a pleasant place to stay, but it was all she knew.  It also had classmates
she had grown up with, most of them not very close but there was one or two
Heather thought of as friends.  She was very distraught and frightened of
leaving but knew any argument was out of the question, and would only
succeed in getting her punished.  Besides, all her life she had
mechanically done whatever the staff had told her to do without question
and this time would not be the exception.

   She gathered up what few personnel possessions she owned and
mechanically stepped into the van that would take her away from the only
home and people she had ever known.  No one came to bid her farewell or
even gave the slightest hint of where she was to be taken, this was just
another order not to be questioned.

   Over the years Heather had known of other girls that had been
transferred from Greenwood but they were very few, and she had never once
considered she might become one of them herself.

   As the van pulled away from the large dormitory style building Heather
turned to look at the massive brick building for one last time, on the
upper floor Heather saw for a brief second a window curtain part and the
quick wave of farewell from perhaps one of the girls.  The good-bye wave
had been so quick she may have been mistaken, but she clung to the thought
that it indeed it had been someone that cared she was leaving and she found
herself unable to hold back the tiers of fright, uncertainty and
loneliness. It had been difficult and sometimes even cruel at Greenwood but
it was the only home she had ever known.

   The van traveled for several hours with only the rhythm of its motor and
the sound of tires on pavement to keep Heather company.  Her one feeble
attempt to make conversation with the driver was answered with dead
silence, Heather didn't try again.  Eventually the van made its way to a
long narrow, little used winding dirt road that appeared to lead nowhere in
particular.  Heather had not seen any evidence of a town or a house or of
any human habitation for that matter over the last hour or so, and she
couldn't imagine where the van was taking her.

   An hour later the van parked in front of a large four story home
surrounded by a forest of pine and maple trees.  Heather remembered the
surrounding area was deserted for miles around and tried to imagine why
anyone would build a house as grand as this one so isolated from the rest
of civilization.



   Heather was ushered inside the large house by the van driver who spoke
to her for the first time telling her that her room was number three on the
forth floor.  There wasn't any other welcome by anyone nor other
explanations by the driver offered her, and she really hadn't anticipated
any would have been, after all this house was still part of Greenwood.

   She made her way up three flights of stairs and opened the door with a
large "3" stenciled on it.  The room was a simple affair with two beds, one
on either side of a window that over looked the front of the house, a large
dresser with attached mirror, a small desk and hardwood chair and a closed
door Heather discovered was a walk-in closet was everything the room
contained.  The closet contained a sparse set of hanging clothing, two
dresses, two skirts, a pair of slacks, four blouses and a pair of brown
pump shoes sitting on the floor.

   Heather hung her meager selection of clothing on the opposite side of
the closet then walked to the dresser.  She found that only the top two
right hand drawers contained any articles of clothing, one with several
pairs of silk panties, five bra's, nylon stockings, a garter belt and a red
lace teddy.  The other drawer held cotton briefs, a flannel nightgown, and
several pairs of plain white socks.

   Heather selected the left two top drawers and placed her undergarments
and other personnel items including her toiletries in them not having found
any bathroom.

   It was obvious to Heather that she had a roommate and that whom ever it
was was approximately her same height and weight judging from the clothes
hanging in the closet.  Heather prayed her roommate would be someone she
could become friends with, as frightened and alone as she felt at that
moment Heather needed a good friend.

   Not knowing which bed belonged to the roommate and certainly not wanting
to disturb it in any way Heather sat down on the desk chair and folded her
hands on her lap patiently waiting.

   When the door opened and Heather looked up and was immediately filled
with both joy and relief because the girl that had entered the room was
Susan Allison.  Susan was a year older than Heather and had transferred
from Greenwood.  about a year earlier and she at least was someone Heather
knew.

   Although Heather and Susan had not been real friends, they had been
aquatinted none the less, and Heather felt such comfort at the prospect
that she would at least be with someone she knew it really helped remove
some of the anxiety and lonely feelings she had carried with her from
Greenwood.

   Heather jumped up from the chair and flung her arms around her Greenwood
classmate.  "Susan!  Oh Susan!  I'm so pleased to see you.  I didn't think
I would find anyone I knew.  I felt so abandoned.  How have you been?"

   "I'm okay, I guess." Susan answered without displaying any of the same
enthusiasm Heather had shown.  Then Susan whispered close to Heather's ear.
"I'm ever so sorry to see you here Heather."

   Heather could not understand Susan's cold reaction or why she would be
so disappointed at finding they would become roommates.  She took a step
backward with a puzzled look on her face looking into Susan's face for some
kind of explanation.  "Why on earth would you be sorry to see me Susan?"
See asked still puzzled.

   Susan merely waved her head ever so slightly indicating she didn't want
Heather to talk about it anymore, then said.  "I meant I'm sorry I was
unable to greet you when you first arrived, but I was in tape..aaa..in
class.  Oh!  Here.  I was asked to bring your schedule to you." Susan held
out a white sheet of paper toward Heather..

   Heather accepted the paper and looked it over.  Her name had been
printed across the top and below that was listed a class schedule starting
at eight in the morning carrying through to three thirty in the afternoon.
Printed next to each hour segment was the academic course of study and next
to that a room number.

   "All the classrooms are located on the second floor.  The dinning hall
and gym are on the first floor.  This floor and the third floor are all
dorm rooms like this one." Susan told Heather flatly while Heather studied
her schedule.

   "How many girls live here?" Heather asked looking up from the paper.

   "It varies from time to time.  Right now there are twenty five of us."
Susan answered.

   "Really?" Heather said with surprise.  "I can't remember twenty five
girls being transferred from Greenwood."

   "Yeah I know." Susan answered.  "There are only five....well six now
with you here from Greenwood, all the others are from two other
institutions apparently owned by the same bunch that run Greenwood.  I
don't know where the other two orphanages...I mean institutions are located
other than out of state." Then in a lower voice.  "We're not allowed to
talk about that though." Susan continued in her normal tone of voice. 
"Come on.  I'll show you where the bathrooms are."

   As Heather followed Susan down the long hall she observed that the forth
floor had five additional dorm rooms with numbers stenciled on their doors,
1 through 6 including her number 3.  She concluded that if each room housed
two girls there must be twelve girls on this floor.  According to Susan the
third floor was laid out similarly to this one so that accounted for twenty
four girls total, she wondered where the other two stayed assuming she was
the twenty sixth girl.

   When Susan reached the end of the hall she pulled open a large door,
inside Heather saw six toilet stalls off to her right, and a large shower
stall with twelve shower heads to her left.  Directly in front of her stood
six hand basins with a large left to right mirror spanning the sinks. 
"This is it." Susan told her.  "You'll need to bring your own toothpaste
and towels with you when you come.  We're not allowed to leave any personal
items in the bathrooms."

   Just then a male voice boomed out of a speaker mounted high in one
corner of the room.  "Heather Mann report to the admin.  office
immediately."

   Heather looked around nervously and Susan said.  "They must want you for
orientation.  Go down to the first floor, Admin.  is the double set of
doors just to the left of the entry.  Better hurry and not keep them
waiting or it'll go tough on you."

   Heather stood straight and tall inside the administration office before
a seated man of forty five to fifty years old.  The man wore a brown tweed
suit and had a full head of hair worn loosely over a stern face and sharp
pointed nose.  Heather had seen face's like his before at Greenwood.  She
was instantly reminded of how cruel men with faces like that could be if
she were disobedient.  Dire fear told her she would not be disobedient.

   The man looked up after she had entered but he had not offered her a
seat.  "Miss Mann my name is Mister Compton I am the Superintendent here. I
will explain the rules you will be required to abide by as long as you are
here.  I will explain these rules only this once.  If you should neglect to
follow any of theses rules there will be severe consequences.  Have I made
myself clear up to this point?"

   Heather managed a nod but her knees almost banged together with fright.

   "Good." Mister Compton continued.  "Then I'll explain the rules.  One,
you are never to talk to anyone other than myself or another staff member
about your past or where you came from before arriving here.  Two, you will
not become close friends with any of the other students, this is to include
any roommates you may have now or later.  Three, you will complete all
class assignments on time and maintain a three point oh grade point
average. Four, and most important you will do anything and everything a
staff member tells you to do without question." He had placed emphasis on
the words "will", "anything" and "everything." After a brief pause he said.
"Are all theses rules perfectly clear to you Miss Mann?"

   Heather nodded once again.

   "Please speak up Miss Mann I need to be absolutely assured you fully
understand the rules I've just described to you." He told her sternly.

   "Ye....Yes sir." She somehow managed to utter through a very dry throat.



   "Excellent." He said.  "Now, if you will, please remove all of your
clothing."

   Heather stood momentarily paralyze unable to fully comprehend what he
was telling her to do.  She didn't understand how or why, and it seemed
almost unnatural with her upbringing at Greenwood, but ever since her
breasts began to develop and pubic hair to grow she had become bashful
about exposing her body.  Her mind was attempting to tell her he had said
something other than for her to get undressed.

   "Miss Mann!" He said sternly.  "Do not force me to tell you again. 
Because your new here I will over look your hesitation this one time.  Now
please remove your clothing."

   Heather felt embarrassment and could feel redness filling her cheeks,
but she was to well trained and much to frighten of this man to disobey the
order.  All the years spent at Greenwood had taught her how painful
disobeying could be.  On legs almost to weak to support herself she
unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, then she pulled her sweat
shirt up over her head allowing it to fall on top of the jeans.  She stood
with both her face and body flushed in crimson in her bra and panties
shivering with fear.  She couldn't get past the thought that he might want
to put his `tool' inside of her and she didn't want that.

   "All your clothing Miss Mann!" He said.

   Her fingers were shaking so badly she found it difficult to get her bra
unfasten, but eventual, by accident more that skill she managed and dropped
it onto the growing pile of clothing at her feet.  Reaching down she slid
her panties down her long legs then stood shyly attempting to cover her
nakedness with her hands.

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   He just sat staring at her nude form for several moments before saying.
"Uncover yourself Miss Mann." She lowered her arms to her side, then with
head bent forward eyes looking down at her feet she stood completely
exposed to his gaze.  She could almost feel his eyes on her nakedness
probing into even the smallest private recess of her body as they migrated
up and down her torso.  Several more uncomfortable minutes passed before he
said.  "Very well.  You may get dressed now and return to your room."

   Back in her room Heather ran to Susan feeling compelled to talk to
someone about her experience in the administration office.  She also felt
the need to tell someone about how frightened she had been and her fear of
the man's `tool'.

   Susan got a peculiar look on her face and pushed Heather away before
saying.  "Let's have a look in the closet.  I want to make sure you fully
understand where my clothes are hung and where you can hang yours so as not
to disturb any of my stuff." She took Heather by the hand and pulled her
into the closet.  Once inside she whispered.

   "Don't say or do anything in our room, there's a camera and microphone
in there and you can never tell when someone's watching or listening."

   Heather began to understand why Susan had be acting so strangely. 
Spying was nothing new to her it had been done on occasion at Greenwood and
she understood the consequences of saying or doing the wrong thing if
someone happened to be monitoring.

   The girls walked out of the closet and Susan said.  "Okay, do you
understand how I expect all my things to remain?"

   "Yes Susan." Heather answered.  "I'll be sure to respect your wishes and
keep away from your side of the closet."

   "Good.  I'm glad that's clear then." Susan said flatly.

   The next two weeks were busy one's for Heather getting acclimated to the
routine of class and protocol structure in her new environment.  Heather
found that all the classes were small consisting of five or six girls at
most.  She also found that the girls did not interact on a personal level
with each other very much.  There were a million questions Heather was
dying to ask but very little conversation took place between girls unless
it was associated with some academic requirement and she never had any
opportunity.  Even Susan refused to engage in any friendly conversation
being afraid they might be over heard.

   It was on Friday of Heather's second week at the new institution she
first witnessed a class punishment.  She along with five other girls were
performing exercises for Gym class.  Each girl among other things was
required to execute six chin ups on a high bar.  Heather had by the barest
of margins managed the six, but Cynthia, a good looking blond girl and
fellow classmate just couldn't get past four pull ups even after several
attempts with each attempt by Cynthia becoming progressively worse, The Gym
instructor, Mister Gramm turned, walked over to a balance beam, then while
patting the top of the beam he said two single words in a stern voice. 
"Miss Larson!"

   Heather didn't know exactly what was happening but when the other four
girls stepped backwards and folded their hands on their heads, she figured
she had better follow their example.

   Heather and the other four classmates lined up, hands on top of their
heads, watched as Cynthia walked over to the balance beam.  Cynthia was
biting down on her lower lip as if holding back tiers.  When she reached
the beam she immediately pushed down her Gym shorts and leaned forward over
its top surface.  Mister Gramm slowly removed his belt from his pants then
struck Cynthia time and time again on her bare bottom.  The leather made a
loud "Cracking" sound with each blow and Heather could see red welts appear
on the girls behind each time the belt snapped across the girls tender
flesh.  Through it all Cynthia did not utter a sound.

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   After ten or so lashes Mister Gramm discontinued the strapping, then
taking one of his hands he gently rubbed along the red welts his belt had
inflected.  Heather wasn't positive but she thought she detected a bulge
forming under Mister Gramm's sweat pants during the punishment.  Heather
assumed it was his `tool' getting stiff with excitement just as the clean
up man's had when he had her touch his.  The bulge was much more
predominate after he leaned Cynthia upright and carefully looked her over.
Cynthia stood before her assailant, her Gym shorts bundled around her
knees, dampness forming at the corners of her eyes and said nothing.

   "You may pull up your Gym shorts now Miss Larson." He told her flatly.
Then added "Class dismissed."

   After showering and changing Heather returned to her room and found
Susan sitting on the edge of her bed.  "God!  Susan," Heather started with
excitement in her voice.  "you know in Gym class today...."

   Susan cut off her words by leaping off the bed and pushing Heather
toward the closet.  "Isn't that my blouse your wearing?  I told you not to
touch my things!  Get in there and take it off right now!" She steered
Heather into the walk-in closet.

   "Are you half-witted or what?" Susan whispered to Heather once both
girls were safely in the closet.  "How many times do I have to tell you
they might be listening!  Look whatever happened in Gym class is none of
your business and your better off just forgetting it."

   "I know," Heather whispered back.  "but for no reason at all hardly,
Mister Gramm really give Cynthia a lashing.  I felt so wretched for her. 
I....."

   "Look," Susan interrupted.  "that's how its done around here. 
Everyone....even you will get the same thing one time or another.  It only
takes the smallest screw up and the next thing you know you've got welts on
your ass.  Forget it okay."

   "Yeah but...." Heather started to say but was interrupted once again by
Susan.

   "Damn it Heather!  Don't you get it?  Look around and think a little. 
Haven't you noticed that only the prettiest girls get transferred here. 
Shit!  We're nothing more to them than objects they can use to make money
off of...and big money would be my guess."

   "Money?" Heather was completely confused now.  "I don't see how...."

   "Not now.  We'll talk latter.  We'd better get out of here before
someone becomes suspicious." She turned to leave then quickly turned back.
"You'd better change that blouse before you come out."

   Heather was filled with questions she wanted to ask Susan, but over the
next three days she hardly even saw her roommate as Susan didn't return to
their room until well after Heather was already in bed.  The early mornings
were not any better with Susan up and out of the room so quickly no
opportunity presented itself to confront her safely.

   In those three days Heather was witness to another spanking inflicted by
Mister Larson during history Class.  Alice at Thirteen and the youngest
girl at `Greenwood annex' as Heather began referring to the institution,
was very well developed for a girl of her age and gave the appearance of
being older, Alice was having difficulty giving a verbal report covering
the war of eighteen twelve.  Alice seemed to understand the subject matter
well enough but she stumbled over her words and stuttered on several
occasions.  Mister Larson ran out of patients and in the middle of her oral
presentation he padded the top of his desk.  Alice came away with several
red welts on her bare bottom.

   The following Thursday night Heather was awakened to whispering by a
unfamiliar voice inside their room.  Through foggy eyes she looked over
toward Susan's bed and thought she recognized the profile of a Mister
Stillwell silhouetted against the full moon reflecting in through the
window.  Mister Stillwell didn't teach any of the classes Heather was
familiar with but she had seen him around now and again.  He was a older
man maybe as old as sixty some or even seventy some with very little hair
other than a thin white band around his ears.

   The whispering that had awoke Heather was Mister Stillwell shaking the
sleeping form of Susan.  "Hey...  wake up...  I'm here." Susan awoke with a
start, "Wa...What?"

   "Quite!" He whispered back angrily, "I don't want to wake her up.  I
could get in big trouble for this, after all I am doing you a big favor
girl."

   "Yeah I know." Susan whispered back with disgust in her voice.

   "Hurry up, get your pants off." He whispered and Heather heard the
distinct grinding of a zipper being drawn downward.

   Through the dim light Heather could see the old man first lift one leg
then the other slipping of his pants.  She watched as Susan threw back the
bed covers and raised both of her legs so she could pull off her pajama
bottoms.

   "Oh yeah!" She heard the old man whisper with excitement in his voice as
he climbed onto the bed.  "Unbutton your top.  Let me feel your tits."
Susan must have done as he had requested because the old mans breathing
became heavy and irregular and he whispered.  "Oh Yeah!  Nice!  Real nice!"

   The old mans breathing became even more irregular and the bed springs
groaned under pressure and Heather could see the man's white butt driving
upward then downward, it catching the full reflection of the moon with each
up stroke.

   The old man took on a rhythm that lasted for several minutes then
Heather heard him moaning.  "Aaa....Aaa..Aaaaa..Aaaaa."

   Without another word the old man slid off the bed, and quickly put on
his pants then silently slipped out of the room.

   Heather slid out of her bed and crept over to Susan.  In a low voice she
said.  "God!  Susan.  What was all that about?"



   Susan sat up on the bed and said.  "Oh!  Your awake?"

   "Well yeah, sure." Heather answered.  "I mean..  what with all that
going on I couldn't help it.  What was all that about anyway?"

   "I let the old bastard fuck me." She answered casually.

   "I saw that...but why?"

   "I screwed up today.  Screwed up big time and he caught me at it....so I
let him fuck me so he wouldn't tell anyone.  They don't normally let him
have any of the girls.  That's why he didn't tell...provided I gave him
some.  Christ!  I didn't think he'd want it so soon, and I just bet the old
son-of-a-bitch is going to want more...  unless his fucking heart gives out
before then." Susan sounded disgusted and her voice had risen in volume
considerably.

   "What about the microphone and all." Heather began to panic remembering
their room was monitored.

   "He turned all that off before coming up here.  It'll be a while before
its back on." Susan answered.  Then in a harsher tone she said.  "Shit! 
I've got that old bastards cum running down my legs.  Get me a towel so I
can wipe it off will you."

   Heather retrieved a towel from the dresser and handed it to Susan.  As
Susan swabbed the towel between her legs Heather was reminded of what she
had learned about pregnancy, even as limited as that education had been she
knew men's sperm, cum as some of the girls called it would get you
pregnant. "Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" She asked.

   "Pregnant!  Are you kidding?  They issue me pills guaranteed to keep me
child free.  You don't think that old geezer is the only one around here
that wants to dip his wick do you?"

   "Dip his wick?" Heather didn't understand the last statement at all.

   "Yeah.  Dip his wick....  Slam the salami.....  Hide the bologna..... 
Fuck....  Hump....  Screw.....  Ball....Sexual intercourse...  Everyone of
the bastards around here at one time or another will want what's between
our legs, and you should have learned by now, if they want it, they just
take it.  Wake up girl, several of them have fucked, or done worse to me in
the year I've been here." Susan's voice lowered then and she seemed to be
thinking and talking more to herself that to Heather when she said.  "The
first time is the worst though....even with the subservient upbringing at
Greenwood it makes you feel so violated, so used....so...so...and they
don't care, they just take you.....and take you and take you......" Her
voice returned to normal and she looked up.  Heather saw silver moonlight
filtered streaks of tiers flowing down Susan's cheeks.  "I'll tell ya
Heather...I almost committed suicide after that first time.  God how I just
wanted to die." She took that moment to throw the towel angrily toward the
dresser then continued.  "This is so fucked up.  I've got to get out of
here.  I've just got too....somehow."

   "So......So do you think their going to do the same thing to me.....You
know...Dip their wick...." Heather still held that fear of their `tools'
and had become a little concerned listening to Susan.

   "Its only a matter of time." Susan answered, then added.  "I am sorry
Heather."

   Heather could do little about her fear of being `fucked'...and she had
become somewhat shy about her body..  but she couldn't understand Susan's
over powering bitterness with it.  After all it had happened to her when
she was ten...and it had hurt..  hurt real bad even...but she knew the pain
came mostly from the first time...and, she had been very young...but, if a
staff member wanted to do it, there was nothing anyone could do about it,
you couldn't just say no.  So even with her fears of a staff member
demanding to put his `tool' into her....she would have to let him.  What
she couldn't get a grasp on was Susan's reference to being violated and
used and how emotional Susan was about the whole thing.

   She was about to ask Susan what she had meant about being violated, but
decided against it for the moment based on Susan's fervent state and asked
instead.  "How did you learn so much...you know about everything?  You seem
to know so much."

   "Oh, you pick up things from the girls that have been here for a
while....and from the men.  You'd be surprised at what things they'll tell
you when they've got their cock in you."



   Heather suddenly remembered one of the many other questions she had been
unable to ask previously.  "Susan, at one time you mentioned that they make
money off us being here.  How do they do that?"

   It was at that moment a very short high pitched "snick" erupted out of
the small microphone mounted inside the room.  Susan covered her lips with
one finger indicating she wanted Heather to remain silent, then she pointed
to Heather's bed.  Heather crept back to her bed with her many questions
still unanswered.

   It was on the following Monday during math class that Heather became the
recipient of punishment at Greenwood annex for the first time.

   Heather was totally absorbed in copying down the examples the math
instructor had written on the black board and she clumsily knocked her math
book off the desk on to the floor.  The book made the loudest sound she had
ever heard in the silent classroom.  Nervously leaning over to retrieve the
fallen book she accidentally snapped the lead point off her pencil.  The
math instructor having seen enough patted the top of his desk.

   Heather stood then walked toward the desk on knees hardly able to
support her weight.  She was so scared it took all of her concentration
just to keep for wetting her underpants, knowing the consequences for doing
that would be severe indeed.

   Hardly remembering the walk she stopped at the edge of desk and almost
mechanically reached under her dress, and pulled off her panties then she
leaned forward resting her head on the desks cool surface as she had seen
little thirteen year old Alice do.  She felt her dress being raised over
her back and a cold breath of air passing across her bared bottom, then a
sharp stinging pain from the wooden pointing stick when it struck her
tender pink flesh.

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   The pain intensified with each succeeding blow as the pointing stick
found its mark on Heather's flesh.  Just when Heather felt the pain would
force her into tiers in spite of her restraint from doing so, she felt a
hand rubbing her bruised and swollen flesh.  For just an instant she felt a
finger probing inside her then the words.  "Back to your seat Miss Mann."

   Carefully she pulled her panties over her sore bottom, then finding her
right cheek

   somewhat less painful than the left, she gingerly sat down on it.



   The day following Heather's switching she learned by accident some of
what Susan had told her about `them wanting to dip their wicks'.  During
history class thirteen year old Alice once again was required to give her
oral history presentation, as with her previous attempt she had difficulty,
but this time Mister Larson told the girl he would deal with her at a later
time rather than handing out the usual immediate punishment.  At first
Heather thought perhaps he was postponing punishment because Alice had so
recently suffered such trauma to her backside, but farther thought
convinced her she must be wrong.  That would have been the first time
anyone had shown any compassion, no Alice she was sure would be punished.
She felt sorrow for the poor girl.

   The period following history was lunch study hour and Heather remained
in the classroom after everyone, including mister Larson had left, she
wanted to use one of the class reference books, feeling her grade might be
slipping, and she could not afford to find out what that would mean.  Ten
minutes later she was fully occupied using the reference book to re-write a
report when she heard voices coming her way from out in the hall.  Not
knowing if she would get into trouble for remaining in the classroom she
quickly moved behind the large bookcase where she wouldn't be seen. 
Through a opening between two books Heather saw Mister Larson enter the
classroom with Alice.

   "Now Alice." Mister Larson was saying.  "You know I'll have to spank you
even harder than before for your inability to give your report.  Don't
you?"

   "Yes....Yes sir Mister Larson.  I know..." Alice was attempting to hold
back tiers.  "I know sir..." She continued.  "I...I just don't know if I
can take any more.  I'm so sore sir.  Please...Please sir don't...Please
sir.." Then tiers did flow down the girls cheeks.

   Heather watched as Mister Larson ran his hand along the girls hair. 
"I'm afraid there is no choice." He told the girl and pushed her forward
over the desk.

   Alice continued crying as Mister Larson lifted her skirt then pulled
down her panties.  Heather could easily see the ugly red welts along with
some black and blue bruises on Alice's rear and Heather could just imagine
how much pain the girl must be in.

   "Please sir....Please...." Alice pleaded with the teacher.

   Heather watched as Mister Larson ran his hand over the girl's exposed
rear tenderly.  "Perhaps there is a way we can keep from swatting this cute
little rear end anymore." Larson said as he continued rubbing the girl's
behind.

   Alice twisted her head sideways, "Oh yes sir.  Thank you sir...Thank
you." Heather heard relaxation in the young girls voice.

   "Okay.  First let me see what we have here" His hand slipped down
in-between the girls legs and Heather saw one of his fingers slowly push up
into the girl.  Alice flinched nervously while the man fingered her. 
"Wa...What are you do...  doing sir?" Her voice broke several times.  "I'm
just examining a little.  I won't hurt you." His voice sounded calm.  After
several moments of probing the girl he turned and walked to the classroom
door locking it.  "You know Alice I've been watching you.  Your very young
and your so very pretty I'm going to let you do something for me and then I
won't have to whip you.  Is that all right?"

   "Ye..Yes I guess so sir...Bu....But what is you want me to do sir."
Alice sounded a little scared.

   "Well first, I want you to take off your blouse and let me see your
breasts."

   Alice looked uncomfortable but did as he requested.  Her budding breasts
were small and firm, not fully developed yet.  "Oh!  What cute little
titties you have Alice." Mister Larson said and he took the girls breasts
into his hands kneading the soft flesh.

   "Let me see what you have under there..." He continued then slipped one
of his hands under the girls skirt.  Alice flinched nervously but did not
attempt to pull away.  "You don't have very much hair yet, do you?  Just a
little peach fuzz." Heather watched while his hand continued to fondle
between the girls legs.  "Do you like this baby?  Does it feel good?"

   Alice didn't answer immediately and Mister Larson's took on a harsh
tone. "I asked you if you like it!  If it feels good!  Answer me!" Heather
assumed he must have done something with the hand under the girls skirt
because Alice suddenly looked to be in great pain and uttered a high
pitched squeal.

   " Ohwoo....Ye...Yes sir.....I...like it....I ." Heather felt Alice was
about to break down in tiers again at any moment.

   "Of course you do." He said claming his voice once again.  "Okay baby."
He continued.  "Now I'm going to show you what I want you to do.  Okay?"

   "Okay...Sure." Alice replied but was obviously petrified with fear.

   Mister Larson unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles.
His tool was stiff and stood erect.  "Okay honey." He said.  "Get down on
your knees and lick right here." He pointed at the tip of his tool.

   Alice dropped down and licked at the tip of his tool as if it were a
lolly pop and

   tiers began to flow once again

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   "That's my girl." He told her.  "Now open your mouth.  Cover your bottom
teeth with your tongue and put the whole thing inside."

   Alice filled her mouth with about a third of his shaft.  "More!" He
yelled.  "The more of it you put in your mouth the better it is." He
reached behind the girls head and pulled her toward him.  Heather heard
Alice make several gagging sounds when Mister Larson's tool was driven
farther back into the girls mouth.  "That's better and get use to it.  Now
bob your head forward and back taking as much of it in your mouth as you
can."

   Alice moved her head forward and back gagging uncomfortably each time
she came forward.  "Oh yes!....That's it.....Oh yeah....Suck it...." His
voice almost became a whisper.  After several minuets he mooned. 
"Ohooo...Yes....I'm going to come now ....Aaaaa....keep it in your mouth.
That's it....Aaaaaaaaa." Heather saw some of the man's sticky stuff seeping
out from the corners of Alice's mouth but the frightened girl keep bobbing
forward and back along the man's tool.  "You can swallow it honey it
wouldn't hurt you."

   Mister Larson pulled his tool out of the girls mouth then said
excitedly. "Hurry turn around I want to put this inside your little snatch
before it gets to soft." Almost frantically he lifted the girl upright then
turned her around.  He pushed her forward and lifted up her skirt.  Heather
could see the ugly red welts on the girls bottom once again.  He then took
his softening tool in one hand and helped force it part way into the girl's
vagina.  Alice squirmed uncomfortably sobbing violently while the man
pushed into her but his `tool' was mercifully much to soft to remain inside
the girl without him holding it and it plopped out.

   "That was very good Alice." He told her as he pulled up his pants.  "I
needn't spank you now.  That was much better than a spanking wasn't it?"

   Alice was having difficulty gaining her voice because she was sobbing so
violently.  Mister Larson slapped her on the side of the head then
repeated. "That was better than a spanking wasn't it Alice."

   "Ye...Yes sir...Thank you sir." Alice answered.

   "Well good." He smiled down at her.  "Perhaps we will do that again
sometime?'

   "I...Don't...Know..I guess...If you want too sir."

   "Yes.  We'll see.  Hurry on now.  You wouldn't want to be late for your
next class now.  Do you?"

   "No sir." Alice said as she slipped on her blouse.

   Heather watched as Mister Larson guided Alice out into the hall, his arm
draped across the girls thin shoulders, and Heather began to understand a
little about what Susan had said about being violated and used, she decided
she didn't ever want to be forced to do what Mister Larson had compelled
Alice do.  Heather had started the process of thinking of herself as a
person for the very first time.