Salvation Ch. 6 New Routines by Zenythmon
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A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England , Ever since the foundation of St Saviour’s 60 years ago, the children have always been subjected to harsh daily routines. These routines consist of sexual abuse and physical tortures in the form of health and hygiene therapies and corporal punishments.
Alice’s parents had always insisted that these harsh drills and routines were necessary for the children’s character building, but as Alice helped matron to administer them she developed a real passion for inflicting them.
Since inheriting St Saviour’s, Alice Marchant has introduced many new and even more sadistic routines, that now attract many wealthy patrons who pay to watch and participate in there enforcement.
It has only been a week since their arrival, but the children are beginning to adapt to these new daily routines and are eager to please their new masters and mistresses.
Rebecca Bolton, the matron at St Saviour’s woke early, a habit of hers for as long as anyone can remember.
She washed and dressed herself; thankful for the loose fitting clothes that Miss Appleyard the seamstress had made for all the staff.
It made her life so much easier; to be able to either reach under her dress to masturbate or to quickly fling back the material and expose her aching cunt to be pleasured by one or more of the little tarts.
After tying her hair back, so it wouldn’t obscure her vision she quickly swept through the silent corridors and made her way to the main dormitory, where her three young assistants were just rising from their beds.
“Did they sleep well?” she asked pleasantly.
“Like babies,” Janice answered.
Janice Glover was the most vocal of the three, her background amongst the poor of London setting her aside from the other two younger girls. They had grown up as maids in country houses, abused and tortured by the gentry. For them, to talk out of turn would have meant a very severe whipping.
“Come on then, Let’s wake the little Tarts,” she grinned.
Rebecca took the first bed on the right, while her assistants had moved further along the opposite row of beds, randomly picking a boy or girl to begin their morning routines.
Smiling down at the waking boy, another boy dozily waking beside him, Rebecca removed the blanket they shared, leaving them both naked.
Taking hold of his handsome little cock she began to wake that also. The boy groaned and rose to meet her touches, his cock quickly standing to attention, nicely hard and beautifully smooth.
“Lift your legs for Aunty,” Rebecca cooed, her fingers delving beneath his balls to stroke him around his anus where he was the most sensitive.
He gasped and obeyed; his eyes now wide open as he looked about him, seeing others were being similarly touched. Besides him, the other boy watched and licked his lips, his own cock also stirring in anticipation.
With his legs raised, Rebecca moved her fingers down between his bottom and started to rub his anus, fondling the tight opening for a good few moments before slipping her fingers all the way in.
“Misss!” he hissed, his cock jerking uncontrollably in her hand. She smiled and urged him on, pushing her fingers deeper, massaging his prostate until finally he cried out, spurting his seed, powerfully in a long arc over his smooth chest.
“Good boy. Wait until you’re called.” She told him, rising to move to another bed where a little girl had been watching them, her hands busily masturbating herself under her blanket.
“No, no. I don’t want to!” she heard coming from further down the row of beds.
Rebecca stopped to look in that direction and saw Mable Feltch abruptly stand, and drag a naked little girl from the comfort of her warm bed.
“No! No!” the girl kept screaming, as Mable positioned the child over the end of her bed and started to spank her little bottom hard.
“What did you say to me?” Mable demanded, stopping only briefly to hear her answer. “No, no, no,” wept the little girl.
Positioning her own leg across the girl’s to help stop them from flaying, she then proceeded to spank her again, her hand making sharp sounds as it landed heavily across the child’s bottom.
“Well?” Mable demanded.
“I don’t want to,” the girl wept, breathless from trying to evade the spanking.
Mable then moved to the crying girl’s other side so she could rest her stinging hand and use the other one to continue the punishment. She raised her hand high above her head for each firm slap, whilst controlling the child’s struggling with her own body.
By the time Mable had stopped spanking the girl’s bottom the whole dormitory was awake and watching, even those who were being masturbated, panted loudly as they loins reacted to the spectacle.
“Well?” Mable asked again sternly.
“No more miss, please,” the weeping girl replied.
“Will you be good and do as you’re told?” Mable asked. Crying into the blanket the child nodded.
“Lift your bottom up for me then,” Mable instructed her, stepping back to release the child’s legs.
Crying even harder now, the little girl shuffled her feet and raised her bottom; her tight little cleft parting, to reveal a moist cunt and tender little anus between. “Legs further apart young lady,” Mable warned.
Still sobbing, the child obeyed and parted her legs even wider. From between them, the soft curve of her little pink cunt flesh appeared, young and smooth, tender and soft.
A light sprinkling of hairs covered her delicious little cunt, which reminded Mable to mention this to matron.
It is a rule at St Saviour’s that pubic hairs around either the genitals or the anus must be plucked out one by one and then sealed with hot wax.
Mable smiled as she reached out to stroke it, running her fingers over the soft flesh and parting it knowingly. As her fingers worked back and forth the girl’s crying ebbed.
“Like it now, don’t you?” Mable asked softly. She could feel it on the tip of her fingers, the warm slippery wetness in her little cunt that was the first hint of young excitement.
The child whimpered and panted, as Mable roughly pinched her already sore bottom whilst also fingering her anus and rubbing her now extended clitoris, bringing her off before she was even aware of it.
“Ok,” the matron called, clapping her hands to get the children’s attention.
“You all know what will happen if you don’t obey; you will have your bottoms severely spanked!” she told them, her eyes turning to those children who looked the more defiant. “So no more playing games. Those of you that haven’t been masturbated yet, moved your pillows to the middle of your bed and lie on them face up with your legs as widely spread as you can,” she ordered them.
“Now!” she shouted, unhooking the whip that she always carried attached to her waist and bringing it down with loud crack across the end of the bed.
Her assistants also reached for their whips, then walked amongst their beds as, dazed but compliant, the children rose and did as they were told, some having to watch others before they understood what they had to do.