A Scared Straight Tour at the Harrington Institute

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A Scared Straight Tour at the Harrington Institute

Part 1 The Tour

Sally bit back a grin. She had to. Technically this was supposed to be a 'scared straight' type tour, but no one was even giving that idea lip service. She was here with her aunt and uncle, an aunt who was less than a decade older than Sally, merely because she needed an escort simply to be inside of the Harrington Institute. At least she needed an escort if she wasn't an inmate here, not that something along those lines would ever be an option. Only lower class types incarcerated here and only the lower class types ever would be.

Any tour of the Harrington Institute would be a special thing, but today was even more special. Today they were lining up the girls for a special punishment, literally lining them up. As in the girls were in various rooms, kneeling over a table, with their bottoms exposed, waiting for the strap. Or the cane. Or the paddle. Whatever they punished the inmates with. They had glanced into three rooms where girls were bending over tables, with about six inches between each girl. There were various pillows under their knees, raising each one level with the low tables they were bending over. All of them lined up with their bottoms showing and only their bottoms showing. Their skirts were up, their panties down, and (oddly enough) a curtain fell halfway across the table so only the rear half of their bodies (the half that faced the doorway) were visible. Only their bottoms were therefor the visitors to look at as the girls waited. Waited and stewed, knowing that they were scheduled for punishments of a most unfair and arbitrary nature.

Knowing that they were going to be punished, probably for no reason other than the Harrington Institute had scheduled a tour for today. But even with that knowledge Sally was supposed to be treating this as a serious event so she fought off her grins.


As they passed another doorway and saw another set of girls kneeling, Sally paused for a better look and something caught her eyes. Two of the girls, the two on either side of the line of girls, weren't showing bare bottoms. Not only did they have panties on but there one had slacks pooled around her knees and the other's skirt wasn't part of one of the Harrington Institute uniforms. Just as strange was the fact that the panties covering those bottoms weren't the plain bikini panties that were part of the standard uniform. One set had little diamonds stitched into hers while the other girl wore a thong that left her almost as bare as the other four girls on the bench.

Of course the others with her had to notice the odd sight, but with no one else saying anything Sally decided to speak up. She turned to their guide, Edward Biglo, and asked him:

"Why are those two girls dressed differently? Don't all the inmates wear the same uniform?"

"Oh that." Edward Biglo said slyly. "Well, first you understand that you are not the only ones touring today."

"Oh, we know that." Sally nodded.

They had seen other groups but hadn't mingled. Some of the groups had included girls who were in her age range, some hadn't, and Sally had exchanged sly grins with the other girls being "scared straight" on the tour. As for the groups lacking a girl to escort, Sally had to wonder what their official reason for being here was. No one had said that people could tour for other reasons but clearly other reasons that explained the presence of those groups.

"Um, well, some of the girls in those groups expressed an interest in seeing what the inmates went through." Edward Biglo informed them. "That is, more than just seeing it."

"What?" Mary McCoy exclaimed. "You mean they volunteered to..."

"They volunteered to kneel there." Edward Biglo said hastily. "And nothing more. Not yet. To know what it is like to wait for a punishment with the other girls their age. That's all they wanted. They can say something before the punishment starts, or just get up and walk out of the room before things begin. Of course no on can leave one her punishment starts but until then, until they can envision what it's like to be an inmate here."

"Oh." Sally said, trying to understand how any girl would volunteer for something like that.

"Really? Is that option just for girls that age? Or could one of us older gals try it?" Mary asked teasingly.

"Aunt Mary!" Sally exclaimed in shock.

"Mary." Leo McCoy laughed. "You naughty thing you."

"Huh?" Sally asked, wondering at her uncle's comment.

"It's just for girls in that age range." Edward Biglo confirmed.

"But..." Sally asked in confusion.

"Oh just think about it." Mary McCoy began. "Kneeling there and knowing what the other girls are in for. Knowing that you could leave them at any time or even stay to the bitter end. It would be... It would be almost unimaginable."

"Um, I suppose..." Sally said. "I know I couldn't have imagined it. Not before today."

"But could you ever imagine seeing a line of girls kneeling that way?" Mary asked. "Before today?"

"Um, no, I couldn't." Sally conceded. "Not before seeing it."

"And we're only seeing it from one side." Leo McCoy pointed. "What I wouldn't give to see the expression on their faces."

"But you can't." Edward Biglo reminded them. "We covered that when we saw the first room. Privacy regulations mean that you cannot see on the other side the curtain where you might learn the identity of the inmates."

"But those girls can." Mary McCoy said, smiling at the pair of tourists.

"Ah, but at the price of kneeling there like that." Edward Biglo reminded them.

"I just wish I had that option." Mary McCoy noted sadly. "I'd really like to see their faces as they wait."

"I'm not sure it would be worth it." Sally said cautiously.

"I just thought of something." Leo McCoy exclaimed. "It wouldn't just be the inmates you saw. Anyone there could see the faces of the other girls who had volunteered to kneel there."

"Oh my god you're right." Mary McCoy squealed, sounding almost Sally's age when she did so. "You could see them on the street later and know that they had volunteered to do that."

A group pushed passed Sally, interrupting the conversation, as a new inmate was added to the line of girls, next to one of the visitors. Sally watched in near awe as pillows were arranged to bring the girl level to the table. Once a comfortable level was reached the inmate stood and knelt again, this time raising her skirt as she did so. With the skirt safely trapped under the inmate's stomach one of the women with her guided the inmate's head under the curtain as the others went to the other side of the curtain and lifted for the inmate. With that done, all that was required to complete the scene was to lower the inmate's underwear.

Sally watched dry mouth as that happened.


"Oh my god, is that Emily?" Mary McCoy blurted out.

Those words shook Sally from her focused state.

"What?" Sally asked, tearing her eyes away from the line up.

"That one there." Mary McCoy said, pointing to the visitor who had the inmate added beside her. "Is that your friend Emily? Emily Waters? That looks like her blouse."

Sally looked at the girl in question, forcing eyes from the visitor's thong clad bottom to focus on what she could see of the blouse. Sally had to admit to herself that it did look like a blouse that her friend Emily Waters sometimes wore, but it wasn't anything unique. Anyone of countless girls could wear that style and Sally didn't know what Emily's bottom looked like well enough to identify her from it. She had seen Emily's bottom a few times in changing rooms but she had never studied it. Even if she had Sally hadn't seen Emily bent that way.

"Um, it might be." Sally admitted.

"Didn't you say that she was taking the tour today?" Mary McCoy asked her niece. "Imagine, seeing someone you know like that."

"She said she was going to try to take the tour, but maybe she couldn't make it. Maybe she did but that might not be her." Sally said. "I'd have to see her face to know for sure."

"Well there's only one way you can do that." Leo McCoy observed dryly.

"Sally! Are you saying that you want to?" Mary McCoy shrieked. "That you really want to? Well if you then that's all right with me, but only to kneel."

"She'll have to be able to sit for a long car ride home." Leo McCoy told Edward Biglo.

"Of course she'll get up long before any punishment starts." Mary McCoy told their guide. "But since she really wants to kneel there..."

Sally opened her mouth to say that she didn't want to kneel there, that she hadn't volunteered or even asked to do so, but then closed it. She didn't think that it was really her friend Emily Waters kneeling there but she couldn't say no for sure and suddenly she really wanted to know.

To know now, not when Emily updated her status or twittered about it. To know as it was happening. Due to security concerns Sally had been forced to leave her phone in the car and she missed the instant flow of information that was the birthright of her generation.

"Um, if I wanted to do that, would I have to..." Sally began, then lost her thread of thought as she tried to think about what she didn't want to do.

What step she would balk at for her chance to see if that Emily Waters bending there? Sally wasn't sure that there was one, but she wanted to keep her slacks and underwear up.

Edward Biglo called to the escort team.

"Ms. Lansky, could you come here for a moment?" Edward Biglo called. Then he turned to the group he was escorting. "This is one of our senior employees. May I introduce Gillian Lansky? Ms. Lansky, these are Mary and Leo McCoy."

There were general greetings all round (all except for Sally) as Sally searched for something to say to this woman who wore the uniform of a staff member.

"Their niece Sally has decided to join the others kneeling with the inmates." Edward Biglo said, finally including her in things.

"She has?" Gillian said, fixing Sally with an appraising look.

"Um, well..."

Sally knew that she hadn't actually said that she would do it. She hadn't even worked out the particulars of what might happen if she bent there and she knew that she hadn't said that she would bend with the others. Now, with everyone looking her, she didn't think she could say that she didn't want to do it.

Sally wasn't even sure if she wanted to say that she wouldn't do it. She thought that it might be best for things to go this way, with her saying nothing. Neither agreeing to bend nor protesting her non-agreement.

"Then if you'll come this way I'm sure we can find room for you." Gillian said, taking hold of Sally's arm.

"Did she actually say...?" Mary McCoy half asked, voicing what Sally didn't dare put into words.

"I'm sure she did, didn't she?" Leo McCoy answered.

Sally tried to ignore them and smile as she was led towards the row of kneeling girls.

"Well clearly she hasn't said no." Edward Biglo chuckled. "Look at her go."

Sally winced at the others joined in the near laughter at her fate.

"Um, can I keep my slacks up?" Sally asked softly, finally voicing one of her concerns.

Gillian chuckled softly.

"Of course not silly." Gillian chided gently. "You might decide to stay and then where would we be? If it was a skirt or dress then maybe we could move them later, but slacks? There would be no way to lower them without you getting up again."

"But I..."

"Of course you can get up again, if you decide to." Gillian assured her. "But not, well, after things begin it's generally best if people don't stand. You are volunteering to kneel, aren't you?"

"Um, yes?" Sally said uncertainly. "But that doesn't mean my slacks have to come down."

"Then let's get these pillows in place so you can bend comfortably." Gillian told Sally.

"But, um..."

Gillian placed some firm pillows, selecting them with a judicious eye.

"That should do it." Gillian said, guiding Sally to her knees. "Now let's test things."

Sally sank to her knees, relieved that her slacks were still belted around her waist. Gillian guided Sally into a bending position and Sally was surprised by how perfect the fit was. She almost felt comfortable bending there on her knees.

"That looked good." Gillian said, helping Sally to her feet. "Now keep facing the curtain as we do the next bit."

"Next bit?" Sally asked, rising to her feet.

Standing behind Sally, Gillian reached around the girl's waist and undid her belt.

"But um..." Sally sputtered.

"You agreed." Gillian said, reminding her charge of words never actually spoken aloud.

Sally shrugged slightly and let the woman undo her pants.

"Only the slacks?" Sally asked.

"Of course." Gillian agreed. "Unless you decide to stay. Then it's on the bare."


Standing at the doorway, Mary chuckled as she watched her niece's slacks lowering. She felt a moment of relief as she saw that her niece's bottom was covered by more than a thong, but for the life her Mary couldn't understand why Sally was wearing green bikini panties. If she had known the details (which consisted of Sally entering to a drunken St. Paddy's Day bet last spring and Sally recently forgetting to do a wash) then Mary would have laughed. Not knowing them, all she could do was put it down the mysteries of youth. After returning Sally to the bending position that Lanksy woman bent behind Sally and, taking her by the wrists, guiding Sally under the curtain the way she had guided that inmate. Someone on the other side lift the curtain for them and Mary thought that she saw her niece stiffen as their heads passed under that curtain. Mary thought she saw it, but wasn't certain, not with that staff member blocking her view.

With a smile, Mary decided that it probably meant that it was Emily Waters bent there.


"Now we just duck our heads under this." Gillian muttered, guiding Sally forward with her own body.

The moment Sally's head was under the curtain there was something shoved in her mouth. One pair of hands were lifting the curtain while another forced the leather thing in Sally's unsuspecting mouth. Sally jerked and tried to pull away, but Gillian was there. Holding her by her wrists and bending over her, trapping Sally's body against the table.

"Shush." Gillian soothed. "That's just the tongue protector. This way you won't bite your tongue when you, I mean if you decide to stay here."

Vainly twisting her head, Sally saw the 'tongue protector' fastened on the face of the next girl over. Seeing how it was secured, Sally thought of it less of a tongue protector and more of a bit gag.

Once that was secured, Gillian guided Sally's wrists to waiting straps and they were soon buckled to the table. Of course Sally was drawn tight over the table for them to fit, drawing her bottom taut as she bent.

"Now I'll just take a moment to explain things." Gillian said in smug voice. "At any time, for any reason, you can say you want to leave that will be that."

Sally moaned into her gag.

"I'm sorry." Gillian said, leaning her head close to Sally's. "I didn't quite get that. You'll have to enunciate better."

Sally tried again and once more her moan was ignored.

"But of course you don't have to say anything." Gillian whispered. "You can just get up and walk away at any time you want. Oh, those straps around your wrists? Well you must agree that we can't have girls trying to shield their bottoms while they are being punished and since there is a chance, however remote, that you will stay and join in with the punishment, then policy says we have secure your wrists against that remote chance."

Sally tried weakly to struggle but she couldn't find any leverage. Not bent like that with her wrists secured.

"But if you decide not to leave, well then that's another issue." Gillian muttered in Sally's ear, her hot breath washing against Sally's neck. "If you don't get up then at the right time you will be given a warning. If you decide to stay bent then your bottom will be bared and I'm sure it's a lovely high class one that everyone will enjoy seeing. Then sometime later a second, finally warning will be give and if you stay in position for that then your lovely little buns will be treated as if they belonged to an inmate. Then it will be too late to rise, won't it? But you don't want to do that, do you? So you'll rise at one of the warnings, won't you? That's good. I'll let them know that you currently don't plan to stay to be bared or punished."


Gillian slide back to the bottoms side of the curtain, standing as she did, and made her way to the door. Sally could hear the woman repeating the schedule to her aunt and uncle, all while not mentioning that Sally was gagged and secured. She tried to attract attention, but while they noticed her she didn't like what she heard.

"Oh, look at her wiggling her tail." Mary McCoy laughed.

"Maybe she wants it bared?" Leo McCoy joked.

"Oh, probably not, but maybe?" Mary McCoy giggled. Then she raised her voice to call to her niece. "Sally? If you're wiggling your tail to have your panties pulled down then keep wiggling it. Then you can know what's it like to wait bare bottom like an inmate."

Sally stiffened at that, but then one of the women on the other side of the curtain tweaked Sally's nose. Sally shifted position before she could stop herself.

"Half a wiggle?" Mary McCoy asked. "What does that mean?"

"Maybe she wants them half down?" Edward Biglo suggested. "Just the top so she's showing a bit of cheek but not everything?"

Another nose tweak produced another movement.

"That's it." Mary McCoy laughed. "Oh Sally you daring girl you!"

"That's the bravado of youth." Leo McCoy agreed.

Gillian moved and soon the top of Sally's bottom was exposed to sight.

"It's a shame that she won't be with us for this next bit." Edward Biglo began. "Because it's time to actually meet with some of the inmates. You won't actually be able to talk with them, but they are willing to model for you, showing you the full range of uniforms they wear. And in some cases more than show; with some of them you'll be able to feel the fabric."

"Bye Sally." Mary McCoy called. "We'll be back to check on you later."


After they left, Sally laid there waiting. There wasn't much else she could do but wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Sometimes she heard voices at the doorway, but the curtain muffled them somewhat. She could hear voices but only make out the occasional word.

At one point another girl was positioned next to Sally. From the woman's uniform blouse and the calm way she opened her mouth for the "tongue protector", Sally knew that it was an inmate taking the place next to her.

After more waiting came another girl on the tour. Sally knew that because after the pillows were laid the girl balked at having her skirt raised. Then a man's voice called from the door, saying that he had asked her if she was sure and warned her that sure meant sure.

"But Uncle Kyle. I change my... Hey I said no!"

The way the girl was manhandled under the curtain put lie to any pretence that she was doing it willingly. The "tongue protector" cut her off mid word, revealing to the world that she had been gagged.

Not that Uncle Kyle or anyone who might be with him seemed to care.

"If that's going to be your attitude then maybe you could do with some time here yourself." Kyle called over. "We don't welsh, not in our family. Maybe a week or two here will teach you the meaning of your word. And if you keep wiggling that miserable excuse for underwear you've got on is coming down. All right, take them down. Bare her like the other inmates."

Sally winced at the finality of those words. She wasn't sure what you had to do be put here, but from that girl's, and how the staff was acting, it seemed like that girl might actually spend more than a few hours here. Her uncle had even said to bare her like the other inmates, implying her fate was already decided.

Unless this was all part of the scared straight bit?

Sally brightened at that thought. That everything happening here was just part of a scared straight thing. That thought made a wonderful hope, even thought she couldn't quite believe it. Not with her aunt leaving her here. Sally thought that her fun loving might do something like that as trick, but never as part of a scared straight program. Especially when they both agreed that Sally didn't need to scared straight. The two of them had giggled about coming here to see the inmates and Sally couldn't begin to picture her aunt agreeing to Sally being bound and gagged.


After a long wait, an eternity, someone was standing by the door talking in a loud voice.

"Fun is fun and a game's a game, but we do have a schedule to keep. If you don't leave now then your bottoms will be bared in preparation for the upcoming punishment. If you are a visitor and you don't want that to happen to you then get up and getting moving. Now."

The man spoke slowly, pausing between sentences, giving them all the time in the world. Sally tested the bindings on her wrists, but they hadn't gotten any looser than the last time she tried them.

She had all the time in the world to rise, but couldn't move to do it.

Then she heard her aunt calling from the doorway.

"Sally? I know that they are serious. If you don't want to show everyone your bottom them now's the time to get up."

Sally only wished she could.

Or did she? She didn't have a choice so she hadn't thought about it, but did she really want to get up now? If she had a real choice, if she could decided to have her bottom bared and then wait there for the last possible second until the punishment started, would she get up or tempt fate? To flirt with her one chance to see what a sore bottom felt like? To dare herself to be punished like an inmate, with no safeword at her command?

To her horror, Sally found couldn't answer that question. Which might mean that it was good that she wasn't making the choice.

The voice came again.

"I think it's clear that they've made their decisions. Gillian, if you would?"

Ears straining, Sally heard footsteps stopping at the other two girls in underwear. Then they stopped behind her. Fingers slide into her waistband, stretching it as her green panties were lowered to her knees.

Her ears still straining, Sally could hear her aunt talking to someone. She couldn't make out all the words but it seemed as if she was talking to someone connected to the girl with the diamonds on her panties. That person was saying something about a choice being a choice and if no one rose before the punishment then they should leave the girls to their self chosen fates.

The voices drifted away from the door before Sally could hear her aunt's response to that suggestion.


Another eternity later, Gillian was walking in front of the girls, holding something odd shaped in her hands.

"Those of you who are inmates will recognise this, but for the others, well if you decide not to leave before the punishment starts then you will be putting on a display, and I mean display." Gillian taunted. "Soon after the Harrington Institute opened we noticed that there were some inmates who, in their pride, tried to keep their legs firmly together during the punishments. Of course this led to clenched cheeks and we can't tolerate such open defiance, not from the sort of girl who is sent here."

"Luckily we weren't the first to encounter this problem and we were able to find a solution in the history books." Gillian continued. "These little gelatin capsules have a nice mixture of ginger root in them. They go up your bottoms and they burn, but they burn less if you relax your bottom. The more you clench the more it burns. Now in case any of you are tempted to try to expel it, well you don't want to discover what happens to a girl who poops during a punishment. You really don't."

Sally was shaking her head, but it didn't matter. Gillian stayed on this side of the curtain as footsteps sounded on the other side. Gillian would pat a girl, maybe stroking her hair or cheek and calling her a good girl then move on to the next in line.

Sally felt the fingers forcing her cheeks apart as Gillian smiled and patted her face. There was a burning sensation, then Gillian was on to the next girl as the burning continued. Actions soon confirmed the woman's words; the more Sally relaxed and the further she out her cheeks apart the less it burnt.

Then came a last warning, a final "get up now or stay until you're punished", followed by the sound of a strap striking home. Sally stiffened at that, but the voice informed them it was now too late.

As if it hadn't been too late the moment she bent there.


"I can't believe she stayed!" Mary McCoy gasped, watching a strap impacting on her niece's backside. "Ouch! That looks like it smarts! Why is she just bending there?"

"Maybe they have someone holding her wrists?" Leo McCoy suggested.

"I really wish I had that last chance to talk her out of it." Mary McCoy said. "Ouch! That one really landed. I'm sure I could have reasoned with her if you hadn't taken so much time in that other room."

"Well they said we should touch the fabric." Leo McCoy said wryly.

"And you just had to touch on that woman's bottom." Mary McCoy smirked. "Running her fingers down her crotch."

"You were the one who asked if they sell those uniforms." Leo McCoy countered. "Then you had to change."

Mary just smirked at that, knowing that she was wearing a pair of uniform panties while the thong she had worn in was now in her purse. She was sure she was sporting a pantyline, but equally sure that only her husband noticed that it had appeared after she had entered the Harrington Institute.

But those panties were as far as she would go in public, not like her daring niece who now took her licks with the others. Part of Mary regretted the age limit, but a larger part acknowledged that she lacked (as Leo put) the bravado of youth.

Leo leaned in and whispered to his wife.

"Um, watching them, not Sally but the others." Leo McCoy quickly corrected. "But watching them and knowing you're wearing what you are... Well something's popped up."

"Then it's a good thing that we asked the guide about that." Mary McCoy smiled. "And it's a better thing that Sally volunteered because we couldn't have asked about it with her around."

As they left, a girl at the door said something about almost being sorry that it was too late to dare the punishment.

"Oh, it's too late to leave but you've got plenty of time to join in." Edward Biglo assured her. "Gillian? We've got another volunteer here."

The girl quickly tried to pass her comment as joke, but no one was listening to her. Her protests were ignored as Gillian frog marched her into position. At first her bottom was noticeable by its paleness, but soon she had caught up with the others.

Her treatment would have startled and alarmed Mary, if she had remained there to see it, but she was racing away. Soon she was in a special room, one with a two way mirror, with other rutting couples watching paddlings and strapping. She came three times to Leo's twice before the display ended, putting her mouth to work to get him ready for his second act. There was a bit of slapping and a few pinches happening in that room, but nothing that Mary couldn't put down to couples enjoying themselves.


Sally sobbed unabatedly as a facecloth washed the ginger from her backside. Its damp coolness was a boon on her burning bottom, but not salve enough to calm her. She continued crying until her face was wiped and a funny thought hit her:

'I hope that's not the same facecloth.' Sally thought, almost laughing at the absurdities of the situation.

But while her tears were somewhat better, she wasn't ready to talk sensibly when she was released. Someone undid her wrists and Gillian was there to help her stand, pulling up her slacks and panties as she did.

"We, um, thought you could use time to get control of yourself." Mary McCoy said with a blush.

"Are you going to be able to sit on the drive back?" Leo McCoy asked in concern.

"If she can't then there is an easy solution." Edward Biglo informed them. "She could spend the night here. Of course she would have to dress like an inmate while she did and occasionally mistakes get made."

"Oh, she's fine for the trip." Mary McCoy said.

"Are you sure?" Edward Biglo asked. Then he indicated the girl who had worn a thong. "She's already booked to spend the night. I think that decision was made when the thong was revealed. Since we've already got one temporary resident a few more girls won't make much of a difference."

"You mean that, in a way, she's an inmate?" Leo McCoy asked, giving his wife a look.

Mary saw it but Sally still had too many tears in your eyes to noticed subtleties.

"Let's get going." Mary McCoy said with a nodding grin. "I'm sure Leo will catch up when he's done talking here."

Not that Leo did much in the way of talking. Once Sally was out of the room he, with a nod from Edward Biglo, pulled up the girl's thong. Then he ran his finger down it, pressing it into her burning crack as he did. Rubbing at its crotch and poking it inside her with one hand, Leo caressed her burning bottom with his other. Then his fingers began to play on the inmate beside the girl.


Leo caught up to them before they reached the car. Sally was still sniffing but Mary wasn't listening to her. She was too busy with a first world problem.

"I can't believe they removed the batteries." Mary McCoy complained. "I mean, I understand security but somehow the batteries are dead. Just dead. Even with them removing them I can't see why they would be dead."

"What's dead?" Leo McCoy asked.

Soon he learnt that the cell phones were dead.

"Well, look on the bright side." Leo McCoy said with a grin. "This way there's a reason why Sally isn't texting anyone on the way home."

"I still can't understand how you stayed there, but you were so brave!" Mary McCoy gushed to her niece. "I could have never done that."


Those words echoed in Sally's ears. She gained control of her tears on the way home, but now that she could talk she couldn't explain what happened. Not with her fun loving aunt thinking that it was something that she dared herself to do. Sally didn't think that she could get the Harrington Institute in trouble, so all her words could do was to undermine herself in her aunt's eyes. Now that it was over, it was over. Better the lie stand than to lessen herself in her aunt's eyes.

When they reached her aunt's place, there was only one thing to say.

"Um, you won't tell anyone, will you?" Sally asked as she shifted painfully in the rear seat.

"If you want to confirm it then I will, but I'll tell people to you." Mary McCoy told her niece. "You'll have to decide if it was a dare you can brag about or something stupid that you'd rather forget. Now I've some cream to help your bottom and let's get your phone charging."

Part 2 - Recovering and Exploring


The cream helped, a bit, but Sally still didn't want to wear to anything on her bottom. That made the lack of a webcam on the spare computer (which was kept in the spare room) a plus rather than a minus. Stretching out on the bed with the wireless keyboard, Sally went online to check her world.

To her surprise, Emily Waters wasn't online. She hadn't been online for a while, dropping out of contact soon after Sally had.

'Was that really Emily in the thong?" Sally wondered.

A surprising number of her circle had dropped off the world at the same time. A few of them had even checked in as "visiting the Harrington Institute" before dropping out of contact. Now they were slowly checking in, all complaining of their dead phone batteries as they did.

There were countless "OMG!!!", "U C THAT?", and other incredulous exclamation over what they had witnessed that night. A few were even saying that they had seen visitors joining in, but no word from anyone admitting joining in. Just nameless visitors.

Until someone posted that the Henderson twins had dared each other to bend there, and both had stayed to be punished! While the inmates were either strapped or paddled, one twin had been paddled while her sister was strapped, just so they would be different.

Moments later one of the twins admitted that had happened.

Sally paused, her hand on the keyboard, wanting to type "me 2" to share the spotlight with the twins, but waiting to hear responses before she did.

There was a flood of links, most to fetish sites, as the others in their circle tore into the twins for having odd tastes.

Sally changed her mind about confessing. Instead she invented sights to share with others, constructing a false record of the night, 140 characters at a time. Others might be using the hashtag Harrington, but Sally didn't want easy links to the Harrington Institute from any of her accounts.

As she typed, Sally couldn't help noticing that Emily Waters still wasn't online. She hadn't tagged herself at the Harrington, but Sally couldn't think of a reason why she wasn't online. The longer the absence, the more Sally thought of the girl in the thong who would be spending the night at the Harrington Institute.

Then a knock on her door sent Sally scurrying for a sheet, which she later thought was stupid because she had to unlock the door on the spare room.

A door that opened while she was still under the sheet.

"You really should lock the door." Mary McCoy told her niece.

"I did! At least I thought I did." Sally protested.

"Anyway, I brought you more cream and, um, stuff." Mary McCoy said with a glint in her eyes. She placed a bag on the dresser, then made a show of locking the door as she said, "Have fun talking online."

Leaving her sheets, Sally went to the bag and was stunned by what she found. There was the numbing lotion there, along with tingly lotion, a battery operated toy, and a note. A short note. One that read: "We can't hear anything on our side of the house and your belt can do more than hold up your slacks.".


Sally's thoughts had been on her battered backside, not her front, but yet... If her adventurous aunt thought that this might be something she'd enjoy....

'It's not like I got my butt smacked for sex.' Sally told herself. 'But now that it's smacked, maybe I should experiment...'

Soon she had logged out of the online world, citing her aunt and uncle's crazy idea of all having breakfast together, and started to see if she could enjoy herself.


Rather than tapping on the door, Leo McCoy just pushed on it. As usual the trick worked; the door's frame needed shimming and if you didn't pull the door shut just right it the latch didn't catch. The lock still prevented the handle turning but that didn't stop the door from open. When that happened, then all it took was a shove to open it. It was something that he kept meaning to get fixed, but sometimes worked in his favour.

Times like this. His niece was a pretty sight, sleeping naked above the sheets. She was on her stomach and there were still showing marks on her bottom. There were also a couple of new marks on her thighs. Marks that matched the belt that was in the bed with her.

Closing the door, he sought out his wife. She peeked through the door then shut it again.

"So that's why she stayed with the inmates." Mary McCoy smirked, walking away with her husband.

"I thought it had to be something like that." Leo McCoy agreed.

"But I'm sure the experiment went further than she planned." Mary McCoy noted. "There's no way she's played like that before, not with the way she was carrying on."

"Her parents won't be back until next week." Leo McCoy smiled. "We could see if she could spend more time there. Maybe check if the offer to spend the night is still open?"

"Only if she asks." Mary McCoy decided. "And I don't think she will. So we shouldn't mention it."

"How will she think to ask if she doesn't know it's possible?" Leo McCoy countered. "But we should check before we mention it to her. I'd hate for her to decide to go and then learn that she couldn't."

"First we check, then we decide." Mary McCoy said. Having reached the kitchen, she called loudly. "Sally? Sally get up. Don't make me wake you."

That was followed by Leo holding firm on the door handle as he knocked and called loudly.

"Do you know what it takes to open one of these locks?" Leo McCoy called through the door. "A nail and I've got one in the kitchen. It's labelled the spare key and if I have to use it then I'm opening this door whether you're ready for me to or not."

"Okay, okay." Sally called. "I'm up. OMG you're treating me like I was kid or something."

Leo's brain kicked in before he could say that he had seen that there was nothing little about her, so he only said: "Well get a move on."

It was ten minutes before Sally emerged dressed and ready to face the day. During that short time, Leo McCoy sent an email and received a standard reply to his inquiry. Mary was still reading it when Sally emerged to the kitchen, so she cleared her screen and went to serve her niece breakfast.

"That was weird." Sally said as she took a seat, wincing theatrically as she did. "I didn't know that was possible."

"You knew the inmates faced that." Leo McCoy corrected.

"Well, sure, them." Sally said. "But I mean for real people. Um, listen, the Henderson twins talked about how they dared each other into doing and, um, people are really teasing them about it, so..."

"Hey, I told you that it would be your choice." Mary reminded her. "Do you want syrup on your pancakes?"

Part 3 Social Media Awakes


A few hours later, Sally was back in the spare room, working the computer and her phone as she tried to subtly track down Emily Waters, when an all caps message came across both screens as Heather broadcast:

"EEP! OMG! OMG! My mom just sed that I cn spend 2 night at Harrington! Maybe more! OMG!"

Sally forgot about her quest for Emily Waters as the social media exploded over this announcement. Most thought it was a joke, but soon came:

"A van's coming 2 get m! NO JOKE OMG OMG!"

A couple others then chimed in that a van was coming to get them too. Then more. Sally wasn't sure if it was some game or if some were playing a game while others were serious.

Most posts followed. Then came:

"They R HERE! OMG I hear them dstairs!"

More posts exploded, then came:

"At door! OMG OMG O"

Sally ignored the reactions to focus on that.

A final series of posts came from that account:

"This is Heather's mother. After talking about her in regards to last night, we decided together that she should spend a few days there exploring things. She agreed to be picke"

"Picked up by their outreach service and is now on her way there. Expect to hear from her when you hear from her. Or, in the alternative, some of you might be meeting her"

"Meeting her sooner than you expect. Why does this thing stop before I'm finished typing?"


Sally couldn't believe her eyes. This didn't make sense. How could Heather be picked up and taken there? Yet while that made absolutely no sense, it was just slightly more plausible than Heather typing those later tweets.

Then came a tweet from Emily Waters' long silent account.

"After talking with Emily about last night, we have decided that she should take this opportunity to explore the services offered there."

A quick check confirmed that it was the first message from Emily Waters' account since before things got weird at the Harrington.

As the Henderson twins tweeted their OMGs, Julie Rothschild (who lived across the street from them) confirmed that a windowless van had stopped in the Henderson driveway. Sally read with growing horror as Julie Rothschild described the burly men leaving it.

Then came a post from one of the twins:

"After talking with my daughters about last night, we have decided that they should take this opportunity to explore the services offered there."

Julie Rothschild sent some photos, showing the twins being carried into the waiting vans. Sally could see that their arms were bound and that each girl had something in her mouth to silence her protests. Along with that there were blinders on each girl's face, rendering her sightless.

The photos showed the van moving, then stopping in another driveway. One just below the camera.

"OMG! Mom sed since I'm posting I cn join them! OMG! OMG.!"

The photos continued, showing the men leaving the van, then things shifted. Sally could tell that Julie Rothschild had set it in her window and set it to take and send a photo every second or two. Sally was waiting as the seconds went by, then:

"After talking with Julie about last night, we have decided that we should take this opportunity to explore the services offered there."

The photo feed continued to show the van in the driveway, then came photos of Julie being carrying out. She was bound like the others but wearing only PJs whose bottoms were down low enough to expose part of her crack. Her mother was with her, not looking happy. The woman wasn't bound but she entered the van behind her daughter. After the van left, Sally looked back at that last message and saw the slight difference. All of the others had said "she should take this opportunity" but the one from Julie Rothschild's account read "we should take this opportunity".


The sound of the doorbell pulled Sally any from the online drama. For a brief moment she had an awful idea, but then remembered how far she was from the Rothschild home. She knew that it couldn't be that van stopping at her aunt's house.

And it wasn't. It was a nondescript delivery van accompanied by a nondescript deliveryman. He thrust a PDA at her and, after Sally had recorded her electronic signature, gave her a package. A package she left on the dining room table.

Once back in the spare room, Sally paused. Normally she wouldn't do something like this, but behind a locked door and without a webcam, Sally stripped off before returning her online world. As she read the reactions to the disappearances and two more occurred, Sally pictured them coming to her aunt's house. Could she scramble for clothes fast enough or would they carry naked to that van? Not that her clothes would matter, not when they got her there. Once behind those doors she would be forced to wear a uniform, joining the other inmates in an anonymous sea of faces.

Once it was clear that the van wasn't making anymore stops (at least not at places connected her), Sally put that little battery toy to work again.


Smiling afterwards, Sally was thinking of dressing when she heard the front door open. She dove into clothes in a burst of blind panic.

"Hello?" Mary McCoy called. "Are you here?"

Relieved that it was only her aunt, Sally called back and adjusted her clothes. Checking the time, Sally saw that her aunt had come home for lunch.

As they ate, Mary McCoy decided that this was as a good a time as any.

"By the way, I don't know if you heard or not, but, well I got a few emails and alerts today." Mary McCoy began.

"Um, about what?" Sally asked as a feeling of dread swallowed her stomach.

"Well it seems that there's another visitor package that you can arrange with the Harrington Institute." Mary McCoy revealed coyly. "An overnight one where can experience what it's like to be an inmate there."

"Um, er..."

"You've already heard." Mary McCoy concluded. "Of course, the news would spread like wildfire among your crowd."

"Um, er..."

"Anyway there's a number to call and if I do there'll be someone coming to pick you up this afternoon." Mary McCoy continued. "Now before we go further, did a package come for me today?"

"Um, er..."

"Oh, there it is." Mary McCoy said, pointing to where she had moved it. "Well it's for you. Why don't you open it?"

"Um, er..."

"Actually, I'll give you some privacy to open it."

The very existence of the packaged challenged Sally as her aunt left the room. It was there and it was important and Sally couldn't stop herself from opening it.

In it she found a uniform. The full Harrington Institute uniform, complete with socks and panties. Under the clothes were a heavy strap, wicked looking paddle, and unsealed envelope. With shaking hands she opened the envelope and found a very simple form. One with a place to sign and two boxes to check. The writing beside those boxes was very clear.

I wish to check myself into the Harrington Institute

I DO NOT wish to check myself into the Harrington Institute.


As for the rest, her name and particulars were already typed on to it. All that was missing was her signature and a check in one of those two boxes.


"You might be wondering about why we're talking about this." Mary McCoy asked at the doorway.

Sally instinctively turned to look at her aunt, then blushed. Her aunt was holding up the bottle of tingly lotion and both of them knew that it wasn't nearly as full as it had been last night.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Mary McCoy told her niece. "Everyone experiments when they are your age. Or they should. Maybe last night told you that you didn't like it or maybe it left you with awkward questions, but either way now is a good time to find out. While your parents are out of town and you're here where we forgot to pay the internet bill."

"Um, er... Wait, what?"

"That's what you can send right before you go silent." Mary McCoy told her. "Others might disagree, but I think that you're old enough to make your own choice."

"Um, er..."

"So here's what going to happen." Mary McCoy continued. "You are going to change into that costume and fill out that form. Then, sometime this afternoon, someone is going to stop by and collect that form. If you fill it out with a yes, aren't in uniform, or haven't filled it out, you get a free ride back to the Harrington Institute."

"What! But... You can't! It can't be legal!" Sally protested.

"I won't be doing it." Mary McCoy countered. "You will. You have three ways to choose to go there. If you don't pick any of them, well that's that, isn't it. Otherwise, well that's that too, right?"

"Um, but..."

"Now go and change." Mary McCoy instructed. "I want to see you in it before I head back to work."

"Um, er..."

"Go! I don't want to hear you complaining that you meant to change but didn't around to it." Mary McCoy said, sounding a bit less like a fun loving aunt and bit more like a strict mother.

Sally grabbed the uniform and shut the door to her room. She was wordless when she returned to the dinning room and her aunt inspected her outfit. Not glanced at, inspected. Mary McCoy lifted Sally's skirt to confirm that she was wearing the correct panties then unbuttoned the blouse to confirmed her niece was in the uniform's bra.

Which she wasn't. Sally hadn't changed her bra when she donned her uniform.

"Try again." Mary McCoy said. "Or not. If you want to use the bra as an excuse...."

Sally darted from the room, returning with her blouse open to show that she was wearing the correct bra.

"Don't you look cute in that." Mary McCoy cooed. "I'm tempted to print off another form and wait with you, but I need to be back at work. But before I go I want a picture of you in that."

Sally soon learnt that her aunt wasn't talking about a normal pic. Mary McCoy pinned Sally's skirt up in the back, positioned her facing a corner, then gave her the strap to hold behind her back while positioning the paddle beside her. As a finishing touch, she pulled her niece's panties down to just under her bottom.

"Ouch, it looks like some of those marks lingered." Mary McCoy said in sympathy. "Okay, I've got the photo. You can unpin your skirt and leave the corner, or not, that's up to you."

"Huh? Why wouldn't I?"

"You might want to wait for the van like that." Mary McCoy suggested cheekily. "I'm sure they'll be happy to find you like that. Of course with your uniform out of place and the form unsigned they're certain to leave with you. Anyway, it's up to you. Oh, and if you're still here when I get back from work I expect you to be in that uniform or maybe I'll make a phone call and have them take you away."

"But... But that wouldn't be fair!" Sally protested, not leaving the corner.

"Who said life was fair?" Mary McCoy chuckled as she left. "Just think of it as a fourth choice."


Sally quickly removed the pins and returned her online world. She was stunned to find a pair of pictures, each showing one of her friends in that uniform facing the corner. Both had their skirts pinned up and panties down, but both had thongs on that almost covered their cracks. Searching the photos she spotted the strap and paddle in each one. Both even had the same notes, explaining how things had been talked over during lunch and that they might be part of the afternoon pickup. From what they said, to Sally's eyes, they both had the same choice she faced.

A picture appeared on her phone, the picture that her aunt had taken with the note: "Your choice on sending it". As she stared at it another photo arrived. It was the first one, but on this one part of her bottom was pixelated, just enough to hide the fact that she wasn't wearing a thong.

Returning to her social feeds, Sally was stunned to see that some of her friends were still calling this a hoax. A few even included selfies of themselves in a corner, using reflections from bedroom or bathroom mirrors.

At about half past one, the "OMG THEY'RE HERE!" posts started again, followed by the "we have decided that she" posts. Two sets of them came, and Sally tracked their progress to where the first girl in a uniform was waiting. There came a "we have decided that she" post, followed by one adding "PS: A thong isn't part of the uniform".

Feeling her time ticking away, Sally quickly checked a box and signed the form.

There was another surprised "OMG" / "we have decided" post then a delay. Sally knew that the van should have reached the second girl's house, but no post came. Then, finally, another photo of the girl in the corner. This time she wasn't wearing a thong and her bottom was more red than pink. After the "we have decided" came the coda of "Checking both boxes is the same as checking to go".

Sally knew how long it took to drive from that house, but not if they were stopping on the way. Not chancing it, she went to wait near the front door.

Looking out the door's window, Sally could barely believe what was happening outside. It seemed a typical sunny summer day. A few people were out, acting normally. Acting as if there wasn't a van coming this way. A van that might take Sally away.

She even saw a girl her age walking by. That girl was wearing short shorts that exposed an eyeful of sun kissed bottom cheek, a tube top, sandals, and nothing more. Certainly not a bra, not the way they swaying independently. Maybe she had a thong under those short shorts but that was a big maybe. That girl was walking, just strolling down the sidewalk, as if vans and inmates didn't exist. Maybe they didn't in that girl's world.

Sally envied that girl her ignorance.


A van appeared on the street. A windowless van. Sally started to breathe hard as she saw it and had to fight to control it. The doorbell rang and, less than a second later, Sally answered it - thrusting her form at the burly man waiting there.

"Okay, this is in order. Now to check the uniform."

Opening her blouse to expose her bra was bad enough, but then the man sat on the couch and draped her over his lap to check her underwear. Pulling them down to her thighs to ensure that she had nothing under them before releasing her.

"Right then, it's all in order. And relax, you're one of three girls so far that have checked that box and didn't get a free ride out. Unless you want to change your mind? Maybe spoil the form by checking the other box? One girl did that today and she's in the van."

"Um, I'm happy with my decision." Sally said as she adjusted her panties, wondering she was. If it hadn't been for last night she might have been curious enough to check that other box, but her bottom still had the odd mark on it to remind her how painful a strapping can be.

The man paused on his way to the door to ask one final question:

"Did you want to see in the back of the van? Maybe see who you recognise?"

"No, I don't." Sally answered firmly.

And she meant it. Maybe not all of then had blinders on, or maybe she would say something and someone might recognise her voice. She didn't want any of the others to know that she had made a choice not to go. Especially not the ones who hadn't had a choice. Doing that would be social suicide.

"If that's your answer, fine. You'd be surprised by how many girls fall for that one."

The man was out of the house before his words registered. If she had chosen to go with him to the back of the van than she would have chosen to go with him INTO the back of the van. Technically it would have been her decision but she would have been tricked into making it.

After watching the van leave, Sally rushed back to her online social world.

Part 3 Mary decides to Play


Mary McCoy didn't seem surprised to find her niece waiting for her.

"I'm not at all surprised, not after last night, but if you hadn't been punished then, well?" Mary McCoy prompted.

"Um, probably the same." Sally answered.

"Probably?" Mary McCoy teased.

"Um, probably." Sally agreed.

As Leo McCoy arrived home, Mary McCoy cued up an app and handed her phone to her niece.

"You'll probably want to go to your room to look at this." Mary McCoy warned her. "But don't change your clothes before we talk about it."

Sally was in her room before Leo McCoy got through the front door.


The app was called "Harrington Institute: Auto Pickup App". Scrolling passed the initial screen, Sally was surprised to see the unpixelated photo of her there along with the time and date the van had arrived and when they had left. Next to her image were the words: Own Decision/No.

The next screen had a different girl in the same uniform and pose, with the words: Informed of Decision/Yes.

There was screen after screen of girls, almost a dozen in all. In every case they listed that the girl had the option of the decision the decision was yes. In three cases of them picking the answer had been yes, with two notes explaining problems with forms and one citing a wardrobe issue. Mixed in with them were the two girls that posed in thongs. One was cited as wardrobe issue and the other was informed of her decision.

"Sally, could you come here? Now?" Mary McCoy called.

Sally hesitated, then left the room dressed in the uniform.

To find that her aunt was wearing one too.

"Leo picked it up for me. When I talked about experimenting, I meant it." Mary McCoy told her stunned niece. "Now I want a photo of the two of us bending over the back of the couch, as if we were waiting for it."

"Eep?" Sally suggested.

Her aunt just smiled and positioned the unresisting girl. Soon they both had their skirts up as they bent.

A few poses later, Mary McCoy told her niece that she could change.

"But first I need my phone back. Then I need to show you something."

Sally fetched the phone and handed it to her aunt. A few thumb movement later and Mary McCoy held it where Sally could see.

"Now I've scheduled a double pickup for tomorrow." Mary McCoy said with a gleam in her eye. "One for you, one for me. You'll have the same form and the same task of waiting in a uniform, but if you pick yes, or don't pick and that still means yes, we get to be inmates together. It's your choice to make."

"What?" Sally asked in confusion.

"How about a pickup photo for each of you?" Leo McCoy suggested. "Just to make things official?"

Sally watched in stunned silence as her aunt pinned up her own skirt and posed bare bottom in the corner with the strap and paddle. After seeing that, it was nothing to get Sally to pose for a second photo in the same position, even knowing that her uncle was taking the photo.

"Feet apart." Leo McCoy instructed. "Line your feet up with your shoulders. That's better."

"Now why don't you go back to your room?" Mary McCoy suggested. "Then your uncle and I can go to the other side of the house and make some noise without you hearing it."

Sally fled back to her room.


As she emerged herself into her online world, Sally tried to pretend that she was one of the people who wasn't sure if it was all a hoax or not.

Then came an email that blew her mind. It was from her mother and simply said: "If you're still there, send me a selfie showing what you are wearing."

Swallowing hard, Sally complied and waited. Minutes later, another email came:

Mary was right. You look cute in that. Choose what you want, but if I was there you wouldn't have to choose. Oh, and start looking harder for a summer job.


Sally swallowed hard again, wondering at the email's meaning. Was her mom saying that Sally wouldn't be in that situation and would have nothing to do with the Harrington Institute. or was she saying that Sally would have been one of the "OMG" girls who didn't know the van was coming for them until it was too late? That last sentence, about Sally needing a summer job, was a long run dispute between mother and daughter. Would that have been enough to send Sally there as an overnight guest? With it suddenly becoming fashionable in their circle?

Either way, her mother knowing didn't bode well.

Sally soon unplugged from her online world. She needed to think. She had to think about what would happen tomorrow. Would it still be her making the decision or would she be counted among the "informed"? More to the point, was she really the one to decide if her aunt went, or was that just a weird head game?


The next day, Sally was waiting once more. She was in her uniform and the form was signed, but neither box was checked. So far none of the missing girls (excluding Mrs. Rothschild) had posted online. If Emily Waters had been scheduled to spend the night there then her stay had been extended. There hadn't been any more "OMG" posts, at least not within her circle, but there had been pickup photos of three other girls posted. This time, none of them had risked thongs and one of the bared bottom had some colour in it.

Hearing the van pulling up, Sally quickly made her choice. Then, hoping that she wasn't making a big mistake, she went to the door to meet the pickup men.

Part 4 after that choice for both of them


Watching the van pull away was one of the hardest things she had ever done. So many of her friends were in the Harrington that Sally feared social isolation when they finally emerged, but she couldn't pick for her aunt. Nor could she let anyone know that she had picked for herself. They might think she was some sort of pervert or envy her ability to choose.

Going to the master bedroom (with its better mirrors), Sally took a series of selfies of herself bending over the bed. First with her skirt down, then with it up, then with her panties off, a bare one with the strap displayed laying over her back, and one with the paddle in the strap's place.

Returning to the spare room, Sally started a new email, starting it with:

Mom, about that summer job, you can fuck yourself. I don't need the money and I won't take a job from someone who needs one.

Hitting return to move the cursor down a couple of pages, Sally started typing again.

Hey Jen. U kno those lrs wh went 2 HI? Got a uniform! L @ this! #YOLO #Harrington #NSFW


Then she attached the photos, as if she had accidentally typed and pasted in the wrong window. After a long moment's thought, Sally hit send and the matter was out of her hand.

If her mother was serious about making that choice, even if she was on the fence, then that was that. Telling her mother to F off then sharing those selfies, if anything could drive her mother off the fence it was that. If her mother had that app then the van might already be on its way back to take Sally away for days, or even weeks. It would be a while before university started and without a summer job Sally didn't have a whole lot to do before then and the choice was no longer hers.

But her aunt had paid for this uniform and if Sally wore it there then it would be mixed in with others. With that mind, Sally stripped nude, vowing to answer the door in her robe if anyone (even a deliveryman) rang the bell. Heading to the bathroom, Sally took another selfie there, with her facing the corner and holding her belt. She was careful to line up her feet with her shoulders, thinking that would make the best pose. A bit of photoshop later she had a bit of colour in her bottom, what she hoped was a believable shade.

She labelled it "my nasty aunt wants me to go to HI" then added the caption "what if u spanked me til I said yes? then i'd go while u stayed". But she didn't send it. Not yet and maybe not ever, depending on what her mother did after seeing that email.

Sitting nude next to her computer, Sally almost jumped at the sound of an email arriving. One from her mother.

Your aunt shared an app with me and I've d/l ed it. I've opened an account and used one of those selfies (you sent them to the wrong address) as the pickup photo. They came by Mary's at the start of their run, which leaves plenty of time for you to think about things and apologise before they loop back to get you.


Sally swallowed hard, but she didn't type a reply. She left the window open, to explain things to her aunt, then sent out a general message.

HELP! My aunt didn't pay the bill and they R cutting the net in 5 minutes. less now. No hot spots near, no minutes left, and over my data plan!

She sent it to everyone (excluding her mother) and spent the next few minutes whining about her soon to be dataless life. Then she signed off and went near the door to wait in her robe. Waiting there, Sally saw that other girl walk pass, once more in short shorts, and wondered if she still envied her ignorance.


Opening the door in her robe, Sally saw a familiar man. A burly fellow who had left alone twice. A second, equally large man accompanied him. The man spoke quickly.

"This isn't about you changing your mind. This is second instance so the bit about your aunt doesn't matter."

Sally was relieved about that, then held up her phone, showing the photoshopped picture.

"Can we use this as my pickup photo?"

"No, but we can used a similar one. One to account for all of our return trips here."

At first, Sally didn't know what he meant. It was only after, as she stood teary eyed in the corner that she remember the friend who had been spanked on pickup. About that second photo with the girl's bottom red.

Sally was standing there, nude, when strong hands bound her wrists. She opened her mouth so that the gag wasn't so much forced into it as applied. The blinders came, and with them darkness. Then she was picked up, slammed over a shoulder, and carried nude from her aunt's house to the waiting van.

"I see you got her this time."

Sally shrank under those words, half recognising the voice of one of her aunt's neighbours.

"Sure did. We even gave her some pats for making us come back so much."

"I noticed. That's a nice colour on her."

The man carrying her chuckled and answered:

"It looks nice on any girl her age. Most of them need it and more."

Emphasising his words, he landed a meaty smack on Sally's backside.

"Do you have a call for that girl who lives four doors down? The one who's whiling away the summer doing nothing and always wears next to nothing?"

The pickup man paused, with Sally still over her shoulder.

"There's no other pickup on this street, but have you downloaded our app? If you do there's an invite function. You send one to her and whose knows? Maybe she'll think it's a joke or a game. You'd be surprised how many girls play around with that app until they make a mistake."

"That would be something, to see her like that."

"Well in case she doesn't play around with the app you should get a good look at this one. Now if you want the app, here's how you get it."

Sally couldn't believe that they just talking, like she wasn't naked over the man's shoulders. After the details were given another voice joined the conversation, a giggling one from the other side of her, who was wondering what Sally was doing and what a girl had to do for a tall hunky man to carry her away. The neighbour offered to explain things to the girl as Sally was carried away. The last she heard was the neighbour asking playfully if the girl had ever been switched on that shapely rump of hers.

It was clear that the girl thought it was all just a game. Sally couldn't help wonder if that girl would be tricked into a trip to the Harrington Institute while Sally was still there.

After that conversation it was almost a relief to be put in the van.

Almost.

But strapped to a seat in the van, Sally began to wonder if she had made the worse possible mistake. Sightless, unable to talk, Sally could only sit as she was carried to her fate.


The van stopped and started several times. A few times it seemed more than traffic, like they were stopping for a pickup. The van stopped again after several times, then stayed stopped for a while.

The rear door opened. Sally heard a girl saying:

"I do recognise some of them and HEY! I said no!"

"But then you decided to come into the van."

The struggle was brief. The girl was still shouting futilely into her gag as the van drove off.

Twice more girls were loaded in as the van made its afternoon run, but there was no talking when that happened. As the drive continued, Sally wondered just how many girls were crammed in with her, but it was impossible to see.


The van eventually came to a final stop and the girls were carried off. Standing there, wondering what would happen next, Sally heard an unforgettable voice speak into her ear.

"Well if it isn't our little nudie at pickup." Gillian whispered. "Oh, don't worry, your mother called us after you didn't email her back. So did your aunt, when she got home."

Sally relaxed slightly.

"Your aunt saw your phone and how you planned to provoke her, and your mother just wanted to know when you arrived in custody." Gillian continued. "Both of them know that you want to be here, but you don't do you? You just think that you do. All because you had that little sample of how we treat girls her. Well soon you'll get the full treatment."

Sally's bottom clinched at those words.

"Both of them plan to be here in three weeks to check up on you." Gillian continued.

Sally's head swam. Weeks? Several weeks? Not just a day or two but weeks? She had known it was possible, but for it to really happen....

"Now if I have anything to say about it, you'll thank them for sending you here." Gillian said in a cruel voice. "You'll even ask to stay here until Labour Day and to be part of a punishment display for them."

Sally winced at that thought, wondering what could ever possess her to do that? She didn't think it was possible but Gillian seemed sure of herself.

"Now let's get your body shaved and your haircut and give you your welcoming paddling." Gillian told the sightless girl. "The sooner we do that, the sooner we get you in uniform and start training you to be the best little inmate you can be. One who requests her punishments and asks to stay as long as possible. Who knows? Maybe you'll like being here so much that you'll take a year off and go back next September? And stop clenching your bottom. It's unlady like."

A sharp smack accompanied those words.

As she was led off, Sally's doubts were gone. She knew that she had made the worst possible decision in her life.

Goodgulf

[formalsiruk4f]

Wonderful story... the Harrington Institute has much in common with the Academy for Ladies that I run, a finishing school for ladies from 18 -55, it's never too late to learn how to be ladylike. Would love to hear more tales from the Harrignton Institute.

[goodgulf]

Thank you for taking the time to let me know that you enjoyed this story.

I've written other tales of women being confirmed in places like that (including "by accident" after/during a tour), but I don't think I've used that name before...

Hmmm, I've got a partially written story that uses the name Harrington, but not as a place where inmates are confined. I wonder why that name seems to have stuck in my head?

Goodgulf