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Rose and Daisy had been arguing again. It was absolutely not permitted. The slave students were encouraged to rise to the example of their most accomplished peers, to burn with jealousy when another slave received attention or commendation for their performance, but never to rise into open conflict. Conflict between slaves was not pleasing for a master. It was a distraction from their purpose and their decorative function. It was an unacceptable intrusion of their inner emotional state into their conduct, and it would not be tolerated.
Ms. Turner glared daggers at the disobedient girls as she marched into the discipline office. She was a small, wiry woman with piercing dark eyes and dark brown hair pulled back in a tight French twist. She wore a severe black jacket and pencil skirt, and black heels that clicked menacingly on the ground.
The girls had been been kept in detention after classes on their knees, naked, with their hands cuffed behind their backs and their lower legs bound to their thighs, leaving them exposed and restricting their movement. Each girl's clit and leaking tits were bound to the other girl's with a strong elastic cord, forcing them to press as close as they could to each other in hope of relief. A pair of short spacer bars between them, one at their chests and one at their hips, prevented them from moving close enough to relieve the pain entirely. They'd had two hours in this position to consider their misconduct. They'd last been milked before the punishment started, so they were swollen painfully.
Rose was the taller, broader shouldered girl, with tan skin and dark hair. Daisy was smaller with brown skin and dyed blonde curls. The lighter girl blushed furiously with the humiliation of her position. Daisy didn't show a blush as clearly, but her degradation was clear in her posture and face.
Both of them had enormous tits. It was Ms. Turner's pride that her school turned out graduates with perfect obedience, perfect pussy-pleasing skills, and massive tits at a younger age than any other facility. If the hormones and the constant pumping that brought them to such impressive premature growth made them fractious, it was their duty to tame those passions into self-abnegating service, and it was her calling to guide them to do so.
They cowered from her as she approached them. She struck out with the bamboo rod she carried and landed a blow on Daisy's cunt. The girl screamed. Her skin swelled up in a welt, and she flinched back, giving a harsh tug to both her schoolmate's tormented clit and her own. Rose's cries were added to hers, and she scampered pathetically to close the distance between them and lessen the terrible pull.
"Hold still!" Ms. Turner snapped at her. "Take your punishment! Don't run away from your friend when she's so desperate to have you close."
This afternoon, Rose would have argued with that. Now she only cried and pressed as close as she could to Daisy around the cruel spacer bars. She was learning.
Ms. Turner laid into Daisy's cunt with hard strokes, swinging from the shoulder with the strength of her whole body. The little slave obeyed well enough not to move away again, but as the thin skin of her pussy tore under the brutal assault, she writhed enough to pull and make Rose cry with her.
Now she rounded on Rose. "Ask to be punished," she ordered. "Beg to be punished with your friend."
Rose wailed piteously when she saw the state of her rival's cunt. She would have clenched her legs if she'd been able. She would have covered herself with her hands. But she knew it would be worse if she disobeyed. "I... please punish me, Miss. Please whip me. I don't want my friend to be punished without me."
Ms. Turner nodded her terse approval of the begging. Inside her briefs and pantyhose, she was wet. There was nothing more delicious than watching the slaves learn to give up their own will in favor of hers. Their physical suffering was good, their tears were delightful, but the best part of the work was seeing them broken. They came to her unruly and willful, and left as perfect slaves.
She struck Rose's pussy hard, right across the shaft of her clit. When she pulled back, she screamed at her. "Do you want this whipping or not? You begged for this! Were you lying? Do I need to punish you for lying before you're ready to learn this lesson."
"No!" Rose cried, her jiggly tits shaking. "No please, Miss! I'm sorry! Whip me. Whip me, I'll hold still! I really want it!" She braced herself on her bound legs and endured the rain of blows as stilly as she could, only the heaving of her chest pulling both girls into torment. The elastic grew tighter around their nipples with the motion of her sobbing, until it was digging into the skin and rubbing it raw.
"Are you sorry?" Ms. Turner asked when she was done with the whipping.
"Yes, Miss!" cried Rose. "Yes Miss, I'm sorry!"
"Don't tell me," she snapped. "Tell her!"
She undid the buckles of the spacer bars. They both knew what was coming next.
"Crawl to her and kiss her pussy," she ordered. "Beg forgiveness for your misdeeds."
Still with her legs stumped to nubs by the ropes, still with hands cuffed behind her back, and now with a set of painful lacerations on her cunt, Rose hobbled forward. "I'm sorry, Daisy," she cried, with real penitent tears. "I'm sorry I cursed at you. Please forgive me!" Fighting past the pain, she bent low to kiss the other girl's damaged cunt, making her whimper and squirm.
Ms. Turner got Daisy's attention with a blow across her stretchmarked tit. "Kiss her lips," she ordered. "Give her your forgiveness."
With some effort, Rose bent herself upwards again, for Daisy to kiss her own blood and dripping pussyjuice off her lips. She kissed her deep. She'd done this before, and she knew the consequences of a half-hearted or insincere kiss. "I forgive you," she said. "I love you." She knew that was required.
"Now you," Ms. Turner said, rod at the ready in case of any reticence. It seemed she didn't need to worry.
Daisy bent down. She moved her hips as close as they possibly could be to her friend, so the pulling of the band on her clit wouldn't be too terrible. It taxed her flexibility to reach her pussy from such a position, but that was the consequence of her laxity in training, and it was right that she should endure it.
"I'm sorry, Rosie," she said. "I'm sorry I stood in your way. I'll never do it again. I want to be friends! Please forgive me!" And she kissed her pussy as deeply and passionately as she'd just kissed her lips. There were punishments for laxity in this, as well.
"Forgive her," Ms. Turner ordered, before Daisy had the chance to bring the other girl to unlicensed orgasm.
"I forgive you," Rose said, so cowed it was basically sincerity. "I love you." Daisy sat up, and she kissed her deeply, desperate for the punishment to be over.
"Will I ever have to punish you for this again?" Ms. Turner asked.
"No!"
"No, Miss!" The girls fell over each other with their promises of obedience.
She nodded sharply. "You're best friends now," she informed them. "Partners for all exercises, and bedmates."
They nodded and moved close to each other, their much-abused tits pressing together, all the fight gone out of them. They wouldn't walk easily for the next couple weeks while their pussies healed, and their tribbing practice would be agony. It was exactly what they deserved.
She undid their handcuffs, each in turn, but left their clits and tits tied together and their legs bound up like animals. She leaned back against the wall of the discipline office and hiked up her black pencil skirt. "Now, come and be forgiven by me," she ordered. "Daisy, mouth. Rose, hands. I'm waiting." She brandished the rod when they were too slow in scooting their damaged way to service her cunt. Even now, there would be consequences for anything that betrayed a lack of true contrition. Their discipline was not finished.
Daisy lapped her desperately, as she'd been trained. She was already dripping wet from punishing the girls. Rose took longer, her arms still numb from the long bondage, and earned a sharp blow across her back.
"Please whip me as well, Miss!" Daisy pleaded, and ducked her head back between the headmistress's legs immediately, to not be punished worse for dawdling.
"Very well," Ms. Turner acquiesced. She whipped Daisy across her back, just as hard. "In fact, I think from now on, you'll take all your punishments together. What do you say to that?"
"Thank you, Miss," said Daisy, barely lifting her head up from her clit to speak.
"Thank you, Miss," said Rose, finally mastering her shaking hands to rub and please her Headmistress as she'd been taught.
Ms. Turner gave a throaty grunt and shook with satisfaction as her two charges finally obeyed her as they should. She shooed them away and smoothed down her skirt again. "Your hands are free," she said. "You have permission to unbind each other and return to the dormitory. Don't make me repeat this lesson."
They thanked her tearfully and promised to be good, as she left the discipline room to tend to the next erring soul in need of correction.