MIRIAM<br/><br/><em>Such</em>a big mouth! Such a naughty girl. I do love them like this.<br/><br/>Big bratty mouths get gagged. I'd had enough. I decided to shut her up for a while, enough to stop that incessant annoying babbling but ensuring her enough air to scream. And of course for objects like erect penises to be inserted as far as the owner of the penis wanted.<br/><br/>Ari picked her up in a fireman's lift and followed Mio out of my office. Roger followed. I got up and brought up the tail end of the procession, closing the door tidily behind me.<br/><br/>When we entered the large sunny formal reception room of the school, Mio had already done her job, bless the efficient little darling. I'd treat her to a nice hard fuck soon, the sweetie hadn't been allowed to cum all week so she was no doubt desperate for it.<br/><br/>The 'ballroom' as we call it, is a large high-ceilinged room decorated with stylish though restrained painted wood panelling. Something of a fancy style for an old colonial house like this it consisted of multiple wood panels inset into the walls with ornate scrolled plasterwork at their borders. The ceiling was high and ornately plastered, at the centre of each 'wing' of the room was a beautiful crystal chandelier, each some three feet across and four feet tall. The main doors to the school were set forwards into a formal covered porch and to each side a spiral staircase of wide marble treads led up to the private upper floor of the establishment.<br/><br/>There was a tall twenty-pane sash window to each side of the porch and two more on each wing of the room. These south facing windows flooded the room with warm soft summer light and made the place seem bigger and more airy. The floor was polished parquet flooring in a traditional English herringbone pattern. There were soft furnishings at the periphery; little rosewood occasional tables, old comfortable padded sofas and wing-backed easy chairs, all of the seating being upholstered in a restful theme of pastel rose and lime green brocades.<br/><br/>In the west 'wing' was a 1904 Steinway, one of the treasures of the school, it having belonged to my aunt's paternal grandmother. The Steinway stood atop a low raised plinth reached by two steps and when we had formal dances here there was room for a string quartet to accompany the pianist.<br/><br/>(http://www.obeo.com/tourimages/28/285569/ballroom_500.jpg)<br/><br/>Today though, an ordinary school day, the dais was empty except for two wooden hard straight-backed Shaker style chairs. In these sat our only other two pupils, Tiffany and Cecily. The dark haired Cecily had been with us just two months and was not much more advanced than a newcomer. Tiffany, a statuesque redhead was in her last regime and had developed into a most promising young domme. As befitted their status as pupils both were quite naked except for hold up stockings and high heels. Cecily, the Sub's, were white. Tiffany, the Mistress', were black. Both girls however were cuffed, their wrists secured behind them to the chair backs. Today they would merely observe. I might make use of their talents later in the lesson, we were always flexible and inventive in our methods here at Baudelaires.<br/><br/>One of the other maids had escorted them down from the dorm, secured them in place and had already retired back to attend to her other duties.<br/><br/>The centre of the room, the wide open space between the two chandeliers, was occupied by a rather crude looking device. An iron chain of heavy links hung down from a hole in the very centre of the ceiling. Some ten feet long the chain forked at it's mid-point into an inverted 'Y' shape and these two ends terminated at the ends of a horizontal black painted steel bar some eight feet in length. At each end of this bar was a padded black leather cuff, secured by a few links of similar chain to 'D' rings at the bar's ends.<br/><br/>The perfect parquet floor panelling was marred in two places by six-inch square panels that had been opened and hinged back. Beneath these panels were revealed two more short lengths of iron chain, each again, in similar style to the upper fittings, ending in a black leather padded cuff.<br/><br/>The two floor panels were some eight feet apart, mirroring the length of the spreader bar.<br/><br/>Anyone who has watched bondage videos on the internet would deduce at once that the purpose of this apparatus was to secure a victim, spread-eagled by wrists and ankles to these four cuffs, the chain lengths and height of the spreader bar being then adjusted via a ratchet hidden in a recessed wall panel until their body was held taut, exposed and helpless.<br/><br/>Mio stood silently by the wall ratchet having prepared all the fixings. Beside her a Louis Quatorze armoire stood open, the space behind it's polished and lacquered doors revealing a series of shelves and hooks upon and from which rested and hung a variety of what we know at Baudelaire's as 'school teaching equipment'.<br/><br/>And I'm not talking textbooks.<br/><br/>Ari carried Claudia to the centre of the room and proceeded, via a series of harsh slaps and strong, unforgiving movements to secure her ankles to the floor chain cuffs and her wrists to the cuffs on the spreader bar. Mio went forwards and despite her tiny size, showed that she was adept at darting in and grabbing any opportunity to hold an ankle or slap a thigh and she aided the male teacher in securing Claudia in position, the petite Japanese girl supplying Ari with padlocks as needed for each cuff.<br/><br/>After five minutes the task was completed. Claudia stood, ankles about three feet apart and wrists wider, secured in place by unforgiving chains and padlocks. At this point her bindings were slack and her full weight rested on the floor and her arms hung loosely.<br/><br/>I stood in front of her, a few feet distant and regarded her for a few moments.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Avatar_Black_26.jpg)<br/><br/>She had yelped and cursed and struggled and babbled throughout the securing process. She'd had her chance, her one chance any student at Baudelaire's gets and she'd blown it. She'd learn. One chance is the rule, and one chance only.<br/><br/>I went over to the armoire and selected a ring gag, a circular band of heavy steel some two inches in diameter covered by synthetic padding and closed off with a fine black chamois cover. At each side was a black leather strap and a buckle would secure it behind the victim's neck. I walked back to Claudia and regarded her for a moment. Her eyes blazed.<br/><br/><strong>"I told you to strip my dear. You refused. At my school a student gets told to do something once and once only. Disobedience is not wise. You don't yet know that, but soon you will. Your clothes will now be forcibly removed. You said you had questions and I gave you a chance to ask them. Some of them didn't require a response. I answered the others by advising you that I would demonstrate how this school functioned. That is now happening. If you would just please be patient and remain silent, my dear, you would learn much but since you won't close that foul little mouth of yours it will now be shut up by force."</strong><br/><br/>I smiled sweetly at her and stepped forward. Without warning I punched her hard in the solar plexus and as she yelped and gasped I pushed the gag into her mouth and swiftly and tightly buckled it behind her neck.<br/><br/>I stepped back and watched her wide-eyed look of shock and horror. Damn, she looked good. She'd look even tastier naked.<br/><br/><strong>"Ari, do you wish to cut her clothes off, or shall I?"</strong>