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looking them over closely.
    Cam was gazing at his genitals in blushing saucer-eyed disbelief while Bolt was gaping at them in disgust and contempt. He must know he was exposing himself before them and Miss Trunnion, yet she had said nothing, Mel thought. Policemen did it and now it seemed teachers did it. Here this must be normal. Normal for Shackleswell…
    Suddenly Mel realised she had been staring and turned her eyes aside in fear and embarrassment.
    Bradawl smiled. ‘No, don’t look away, 157, that’s why it’s on show. All teachers at Gryndstone display their manhoods and we are proud to do so. It reminds our pupils who are the masters here.’ He addressed them all. ‘I’m Oliver Bradawl. When permitted you will address me simply as “Headmaster”. I run Gryndstone School and teach the industrial history of Shackleswell and gynaetics, which, though you will not know it, is the study of integrating female bodies with mechanical systems. I will oversee your education while you are pupils here. I will begin by making certain changes to your bodies so you can function more efficiently and outfit you as proper Gryndstone pupils…’
    Bolt lunged against her chain and kicked viciously out at Bradawl’s groin. He twisted to one side, caught hold of her heel and held her foot up high, leaving her wobbling helplessly on one leg.
    ‘You bad girl!’ Miss Trunnion exclaimed. ‘Headmaster, I’m so sorry. Mr Ratchet said she was a biter.’
    ‘That was spirited but foolish,’ Bradawl told Bolt. ‘It’s done you no good and only left yourself vulnerable to punishment…’
    With his free hand he unholstered his cane and swung it up under her raised leg so that it thwacked crisply into the soft swell of her nut-brown buttocks. He drew back and swung again, this time against the inner thigh of her standing leg, then up into the dark-haired swell of her sex. Bolt shrieked, gurgled, twisted and squirmed wildly, twirling about her neck chain, but she was unable to escape the swish and crack of the cane against her flesh.
    After six strokes Bradawl let her leg drop. ‘That is the punishment for disobedience in Gryndstone. Do not forget it.’
    Dark welts were already rising across Bolt’s buttocks and thighs and she looked wide-eyed, tear-stained and fearful. Perhaps she was temporarily subdued, Mel thought, but she did not look beaten.
    Bradawl turned to at Mel and Cam. ‘It is also the rule in Gryndstone that your chain-sisters share responsibility for your actions.’ Before they could comprehend his meaning he swung his cane quickly, slashing it across the fronts of their thighs left and right and making them curl over and yelp in pain. ‘Perhaps this will encourage you to see that your chain-sister behaves more sensibly in future.’
    Turning aside from the string of three now damp-eyed girls, Bradawl said to Miss Trunnion: ‘I’ll take the first one in for adjustment and see if I can put a little iron into her soul.’
    Miss Trunnion unhooked Cam’s leash from its hook and handed it to Bradawl, who led her through into the Preparation Room. Mel saw a flash of white tiles and heard a faint whimper from Cam and then the door closed behind them.
     
    At times during the next twenty minutes Mel thought she heard machinery running and muffled yelps of pain coming from behind the Preparation Room door. It was unpleasantly like being in a dentist’s waiting room while waiting your turn. By her side Bolt was also listening. Instead of showing sympathy, however, she glowered angrily and shuffled her feet, looking about the room as though searching for some means of escape. This show of defiance was all very well, Mel thought, but she could have shown a little more concern for others.
    After one particularly piercing yelp penetrated the door Miss Trunnion looked up from her keyboard and screen and said: ‘It only hurts for a few seconds,’ which Mel did not find very reassuring.
    Finally the Preparation Room door