<strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/>The girls filed in demurely, and I enjoyed watching the looks on their faces as they impaled their tight, hungry bodies on the replicas of their masters. Resting my fingertips against each other, I looked form the pupils to Miriam.<br/><br/><strong>"You're all a good thirty-four seconds late, isn't that right, Titzilla?"</strong>I challenged the head girl rhetorically, and she knew better then to blurt out something stupid.<strong>"You're up for review, Jugs. And it's not looking as pretty as the sight of you bent over in the hallway. Join me in my office after breakfast. We're sending you to the Tower.<br/><br/>Claudia, this is your first morning and I want to make a few of the rules extra clear. It is NOT GOOD ENOUGH to take longer to pull on a pair of stockings and shoes than I take to get into a full chemical warfare suit. Both you and Cecily will suffer the consequences during today's lessons."</strong><br/><br/>As I berated the school's unruly young ladies, my sadistic hand slipped into Cecily's lap beside me. The Whore of Gloucestershire loved a nice bit of intense corporal punishment, and why would Sergeant Corey deny her any? I slowly and methodically rubbed her excited clit as she gripped the dildo inside her, watching her face and listening for suppressed moans for Miriam to crack down upon with the cane.<br/><br/><strong>"Right girls, eat up. Today's programme starts in the stables, and you know you'll need your strength for that. Miriam, Arnold, have you anything to add?"</strong>I suggested, and finished the rest of my breakfast before it got cold.<br/>