The school was now in full swing and it was time to begin to work on our selection of 'inner circle' of girls. This would be a group that would be trained up to the highest peak of sensual development by the staff and I. I had spoken to the staff before the girls arrived and between us we had selected those who we felt likely to fit into the select group. They consisted of Lady Jane Smithfield, Marion Bristol, Julie deVere, Frances Armstrong, Elizabeth Smithson, Bridget O'Brien and Margaret Francis. Seven girls who would be trained to the Rod.

I already knew something of Marion who was now officially Head Girl, but now it necessary to bond the others and I thought that this would best be done in a similar way to the "Sisterhood of the Rod". Although I had now decided to appoint Marion Bristol as Head Girl I wanted to assure myself that Jane Smithfield was a suitable Deputy and so arranged for her to visit me in the study with Marion after school.

When they arrived I greeted them:

"Good afternoon girls. I wanted to see you in private to talk about one or two items of joint interest. First to tell you that Marion has been appointed Head Girl and you Jane her Deputy. Congratulations to both of you and here are your tawses to help you keep discipline. To you two girls falls the responsibility of helping the staff and I to develop the 'ethos' of the school. We are all aware of one of our major interests and this is flagellation and its administration and I have decided that we will have an inner core of dedicated girls to explore all aspects with myself and the rest of the staff. The names I suggest, and here I will need your help, will be those on this list." I handed them the list I had prepared earlier. "Please let me know of any you suggest should be added or in fact subtracted from it. I would like to arrange a meeting of the group in the cellar for tomorrow night. Any thoughts?"

"Marion spoke up first, "Well Sir John, I would like to propose one addition and that is Marianne Rothshire. I know you have not had a chance to speak to her yet but she says that the one thing she misses from home is her grandmother's canings. Don't you agree Jane." Jane nodded in agreement, "Yes, I have spoken to her about it several times and she certainly gives that impression."

"Fine, we will add her to the list then. Between you I would like you to speak to those girls and invite them to our meeting. If we hold it at 10pm tomorrow then the rest of the school will have retired. They should all be dressed in nightgown and dressing gown. I think that is all now for you Marion I would like to speak to Jane on her own."

Marion stood up and left and I turned to Jane. "Thank you for staying Jane. I know that you are disappointed not to become Head Girl but there is only one post and the staff and I though that, marginally, Marion was the correct choice. However I feel that you are as mature as Marion so I am going to deal with you as I dealt with her last night. Will you be happy with that?"

"Oh yes Sir John, Marion has told me something of what occurred."

"Good then I will have you over my knees."

Jane lay across my knees while I proceeded to give her a good hand-spanking. Eventually I lifted her skirt and continued before removing her knickers and giving a final twenty spanks. By now her bottom was very red. I then told her to remove her skirt and blouse while I fetched the strap. When she was prepared I started spanking her bottom hard with ten strokes, then I stroked it up and down the back of her legs before applying more. I now massaged her buttocks and thighs well letting my fingers slide into the area between her legs. I could feel that she was already becoming wet. She now removed the rest of her clothes including stockings, suspenders and brassiere until she was naked in front of me. She was an even more mature twenty year old than Marion with well developed breasts and thighs and her thatch was full and dark. She clearly enjoyed my admiration.

I placed a blanket on my desk and told her to lay face down on it with her legs apart and a cushion under her thighs. When she was settled I took up my strap again and continued working on her bottom making sure to run my fingers up and down and massaging the whole area between strokes. I could feel that she was becoming very aroused and I told her to turn over. She lay on her back and looked up at me. I took my chamois whip and flicked her breasts and vagina with it. I then drew it up between her legs several times and she became even more aroused. I slid my fingers in the vagina and the whole area was soaking as I reached the hymen and touched its membrane. She gasped and I went back to the clitoris which was almost the size of a nut and began to flick it with my finger. I then opened her legs farther and went down between them thrusting my tongue in and sucking the clitoris. Her back was arched and she almost fell off the table in her excitement. I knew that now was the moment. I looked at her: "Are you ready?"

"Please Sir. I want fucking. Put it in me."

I removed my trousers and pants and my rampant cock stood pround lifting my shirt like a tent. I unfastened the shirt so that my cock was clear. It was stiff and stood firm as a soldier. I applied cream to the head and I put my hands down to open her legs wider while she took the head and guided it into her vagina. I eased in, working backwards and forwards gently until I was stopped by her hymen. The juices were dripping out but I paused for a moment before a firm thrust caused her to cry out. The membrane ruptured and I was through easing in up to the hilt. I rested there while she absorbed the feel.

"It's so big and fills me up. Can you move slowly as it is sore there but still feels wonderful."

I eased out and then back in until I could feel her beginning to relax and work with me, then I speeded up my thrusts until she had reached her peak urging me forwards as she pushed at me until I was ready to come. I pulled out and with one hand wanked myself off with my gouts of cum splashing onto her stomach and breasts while the other hand was in her cunt finishing her off. She cried out in her orgasm and more juices flooded down covering my hand. As I took my fingers out I licked them off with her special scent rising in my nostrils. Meanwhile she was scooping up my cum from her stomach and rubbing her breasts and face.

"Now I am really a woman. You promise this will not be the only time we can fuck? Can we have another turn now, I'm not too sore and I would love to feel your cock in me again"

"Steady on. It's not as simple as that. Look at me - it takes some time to get him ready again although you could help if you wanted to."

"What should I do?"

I held out my cock"Put it in your mouth and gently suck it. You will find that gradually it will rise for you and we can take a L-O-N-G, L-O-N-G time the next time round."

She immediately went down on me and I could tell straight away that she would be an expert and enjoy cock-sucking as she worked away kissing, caressing and massaging. She took my balls in her mouth and licked them, she flicked the nut at the top, she almost swallowed my whole cock as she beavered away to bring it back to its peak. Eventually she succeeded and immediately turned round and sat on me sinking onto my upstanding shaft. As if in a dream she began moving up and down gradually accelerating as her climax approached. I lay back and admired the superb figure with her upthrusting breasts jiggling in time with her movements, I knew that we would enjoy many moments like this. We continued for nearly ten minutes before it was clear that we were both ready to come. I tried to take my cock out but she would have nothing of it and went even faster until we both exploded together with my cum spurting high up into her while she squeezed her vaginal muscles until my last drop was extracted.

She bent over and kissed me saying, "Thank you Sir John, this has been the most fantastic experience of my life. I shall never forget it and try to help to ensure the success of the school. I promise you that Marion and I will work together to ensure that the Inner Circle Group comes together tomorrow night. By then I shall need a severe caning and expect you to carry it out. Until tomorrow Good Night!"

The next day passed quietly in the school and eventually after dinner and the school had retired for the night a small group was seen leaving their rooms to walk down to the cellar. One by one they arrived until the girls, Julie, Fiona and I were all in the cellar. I then welcomed the girls and explained to them why they had been summoned.

"You have been selected for the "Inner Circle" of girls who will receive special training by myself and the staff. Most of you have shown yourself to be friends of the cane and the strap and we shall test this resolve tonight. I, with the help of Julie and Fiona will also initiate you into expert in sexual matters. Marion and Jane can give you further information on their experiences. Tonight the first job is to swear you all in as members of the "Inner Circle" and then you will each receive 12 strokes of the cane. First the oath, "I swear that as a member of the Inner Circle I will not divulge what happens at our meetings. I will also do my best to help other who wish to join us." One by one the girls took the oath and then stripped off their nightgowns so that they stood naked in front of me. Julie and Fiona had also stripped off so that everybody except myself was now unclothed.

I called forward the first girl and told her to bend over the bench. She moved forward and gracefully stretched over the top to hold the bar low down. It was important that these girls felt the rod so I was using the Headteacher's Cane to make sure that they received the full flavour. I lined it up on her buttocks and lashed it down SWISHH! CRACKK. The first stroke carved a white line across the centre of her buttocks; SWISHH! CRACKK the second was six inches higher and I intended to make the rest of the strokes land between these two. One by one they lashed in until the whole area was covered in weals. After the twelve was completed I massaged her bottom and passed her over to Fiona to look after. She looked at me and said "Thank you Sir for the caning."

I continued until all of them, except Jane had been dealt with in a similar fashion and there were a group of girls with VERY red buttocks rubbing each other heartily as they laughed at their experiences. It was now time for Jane and I had promised her something special tonight so I decided that instead of the cane she would be birched. When I told the girls they gasped but Jane agreed eagerly and said that she was looking forward to it. We decided on thirty strokes and I knew that it was important for the whole group that these were delivered properly. Now was the time for any weaklings to leave the group.

I had Jane strapped to the flogging bench with her bottom, reddened from last night, looking magnificent as it stood out like a beacon. I went to the tub in the corner and took up my first birch squeezing the brine from the tips of the twigs. Few of the girls had ever seen one before so were watching keenly to see what would happen. I took up my stance and brought the birch down SWISHH! FLOPP! It seemed to make no real noise except the sigh of the twigs and there appeared to be little instant affect on Jane's buttocks. I continued SWISHH! FLOPP! SWISHH! FLOPP! SWISHH! FLOPP! Until she had received ten strokes and by now it was clear that the effect was less startling in impact but more effective in progression than the cane. The first few had reddened the buttocks while the next started to turn the buttocks into a battlefield where the red lines crossed each other like barbed wire. The places where the ends had touched produced blood blisters that burst with the next strokes leaving a bum streaked with blood. I wiped the blood away and continued striking, from experience I knew that her buttocks would feel as though a thousand hornets were stinging her - not in lines - but all over. At twenty I changed for a new birch and the brine sticking to it brought a scream from her lips as my strokes lashed in. I came to the final two that were so hard that the end of the twigs splintered and broke. By now Jane was crying but at the same time she was having a massive orgasm and as the girls unfastened her Marion slid her hands between Jane's legs and finally brought her to her climax. She collapsed face down on the bench in the corner where her raw buttocks were administered to by two of the girls. I told the group that this was the sort of treatment that they could expect to receive if they remained in the group and this was their last chance to back out. I waited but none left.

I then decided to show the girls how a real aficionado took the cane. I told them that Fiona would be receiving thirty strokes with my Thai cane - they had not seen this yet and gasped when it was brought forward. I also decided that I would have Fiona strapped to the wall so her hands and feet were clamped. Julie helped to fasten Fiona so that she was in a X position completely exposed. I took up the cane and whipped it through the air a few times before stepping to the left of Fiona. I lifted it, tapped her buttocks and then SWISHH! CRACKK! it landed across the firm flesh of both cheeks and sunk deep into the bum. Immediately it raised a weal and as I continued for another eleven strokes the weals got larger and the whole area became more and more purple under the punishment it was receiving. This was real caning of a person who loved the rod and was prepared to accept everything that was given. I gave her a rest and started massaging her buttocks. I whispered in her ear to check that she was OK and she nodded.

I took up my position again and could see that the cheeks were now red and scarred. I started again "SWISHH! CRACKK!!!" , "SWISHH! CRACKK!!!", "SWISHH! CRACKK !!!", the next twelve were landing where the first ones had caused their devastation. The whole area was now so scarred that it was impossible to find a new area to cane. Again I took a short rest and massaged her, the buttocks now felt like furrows from a plough. I told her that there were six to go and these would be the hardest. Again she nodded and "SWISHH! CRACKK!!!", " SWISHH! CRACKK!!!", I lashed the cane down again and again. It was almost as though this was a challenge match I wanted her to cry out and call "enough" and she dared me to make her. Finally the last stroke landed and she gasped and sank in her bonds. The group of girls and Julie all clapped Fiona to the echo while I just shook her hand. Julie then put a robe round her and led her off to clean up and be soothed. The rest of the group were reminded to say nothing and then dispersed back to their rooms. The Inner Circle was forged!

The next day I could see the group were still on a high as they talked among themselves. At lunchtime I had a serious complaint brought to me about one of the younger girls who had been caught cheating. The class had been set a test and this girl had used her book to copy the answers. When confronted with it she denied it and it was only after pressure that she finally burst into tears and admitted her fault. I decided that this was a perfect opportunity for a public flogging and told the teachers that she would be dealt with after dinner.

Dinner came and went and the girls saw a vaulting horse had been placed in the middle of the room. I called out for Frances to come forward, take off all of her clothes and stand in front of the horse. She came forward and when undressed bent over the horse while it was adjusted for height. It was important for maximum effect that she should be stretched across it with her toes just touching the ground. This exposed the largest area to the cane with taut buttocks to have the maximum effect. Cheating was considered serious enough to merit the head teacher cane and I warned her that she would receive twelve strokes with it. These were to be taken without moving and each one must be counted. Any moving or failure to count would mean a repeat of the last stroke.

She took up her position and I moved to her side. The head teacher cane was meant to leave marks and I wanted to set an example so I intended every stroke to be exactly where it would have the desired impact. I lined up and tapped the cane twice before thrashing it down, SWISHH! CRACKK! her buttocks sunk under the force of the stroke and she gasped before counting "One Sir"." SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", by this time she was crying but had not tried to move. SWISHH! CRACKK! SWISHH! CRACKK! SWISHH! CRACKK! I continued to deal severely with her as stroke after stroke landed. By the tenth she was crying and screaming that she couldn't take any more. I ignored her cries and whipped home the last two with extra force, the last stroke landing diagonally to cross the rest of the weals. At the end I congratulated her on the way she had taken her punishment but warned the rest of the school that this was the treatment they could expect for any similar infringements of discipline. I then told Mrs. Green to deal with her and then report to me.

Ten minutes later Mrs. Green arrived. "Ah Mrs. Green. I assume that this caning had an effect on you, I am sure that it did me?"

"Yes Sir John and I felt the need for relief. Can you assist"

I immediately told her to take her skirt and knickers off and bend over the end of the table as I would be giving her one hundred strokes of the strap. Eagerly she complied and took up her position with her firm, junoesque buttocks forced into the air. I knew it was important to her that no mercy was shown so I took out my firmest tawse, three tails, four inches wide and nearly half an inch thick. She had eagerly placed herself ready for me and " SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", " SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", "SWISHH! CRACKK!", I started lashing down at five second intervals. Throughout I could hear her muttering, "Harder, for God's sake, harder" or "More, I must have more" while I watched her bum turn from white to red and then to purple as stroke after stroke rained in. At fifty I took a rest as I needed it after the strength with which I had sent in the first fifty. We chatted for a few minutes about the school and the way things were going in her department before I was ready to continue. The second fifty landed with the same force as the earlier ones until finally we came to the end and her bum looked like a battlefield with the stripes, streaks and whales which laced the fiery red background. After a good massaging I told her to stand up and continue. She knew exactly what to do and was immediately on her knees opening up my trousers and underpants to get at my cock. Before I had put the tawse down she had my cock in her mouth and was giving me the father and mother of a turn. Her tongue was wrapping itself around my balls and then the nut was being flicked, my whole cock was in her mouth and then again the teasing and tickling. Before long I could feel myself coming but I knew that she liked to swallow so made no effort to stop her or remove my cock from her mouth. Suddenly I was off and the gouts of cum spurted deep into her throat so that she gasped and gagged but continued sucking until I was milked dry. She stood up and wiped her mouth which was covered with cum and thanked me for the help I had given her. Before leaving she stood in front of me and hesitatingly said: "Excuse me asking Sir John but I was wondering whether you would roger me some time. I enjoy the spanking and cock sucking but would like to be fucked. My husband was not very good at it but I am sure that with you it would be a different experience."

"Of course I will with pleasure. Just give me some notice - I suggest that half term might be a good time"

"Thank you, I look forward to it," she said as she put her knickers and skirt back on and left for her own room. I was drained of all emotion and retired to bed to a dreamless night.