Tailhook

Chapter 2

Barbara barked, "A-TEN HUT! Right Face! Forward March!" and headed them off in single file towards the island's sole building. When they got into the building, they were led into a large cinderblock room. "This is home, boys. For the next two years, you will keep this room immaculate."

There wasn't much to keep immaculate. Four beds, four footlockers, four wall lockers, four desks, four chairs. and an alarm clock. Barbara was certain to point out the cameras mounted in the corners near the ceiling. "You'll be under observation at all times. There are rules you will have to learn. One of them is that release of sexual tension is not allowed unless supervised by Dr. Thompson."

"The men's head -- little boys room -- is down the hall. Trust me, you'll see that there are cameras there as well. You'll have no privacy here, boys. You will see that the urinals are still there. Penalty for using them is severe. You will sit to perform all of your bathroom functions. One thing we'll be sure of -- the seat will always be in the proper position. You are responsible for keeping the head as well as everything else on base absolutely clean."

She allowed them just a few moments to get used to their surroundings before moving them on, "Follow me to supply."

At the supply room, they picked up linen and their uniforms. It was at this point that they got their first indication of some of what was in store for them. They were issued standard Navy female enlisted uniforms, including class whites, as well as the heels, bras, stockings, garters and panties that went along with them. Barbara and Sheila giggled. "There's a small ship's store where you can pick up some makeup and other things you'll find you'll need." They even thought of supplying them with some casual wear for off duty hours: some simple skirts, blouses and sneakers.

The prisoners were marched back to their room to put their stuff away. "You will dress in your classroom uniform for now -- that's white blouse, blue jumper, white socks and blue Keds. Tomorrow morning we will have a class on the proper wear of the uniform."

Barbara and Sheila supervised the men as they tried to get into their outfits. It took the inmates several days to learn the simple phrase, "Zip me up." In the meantime, they struggled with misplaced zippers, buttons on the wrong side, and hooks behind the shoulder blades. The two women giggled at their pathetic attempts to get dressed in the simplest outfit. "Boys, boys, what will we do with you?" Sheila laughed, "Girls learn how to do this when they're in grade school. Hurry up or you'll miss the school bus!"

The trainers gave them several more minutes to get their things in order, and then ushered them into the training room. The training room was a large room that served as gymnasium, recreation area, dining room, and classroom all in one. There were four school desks in one corner facing a white board. The ex-flyboys were directed to sit in these seats. Barbara had to give one of them a sharp rap across his knuckles with a ruler for "talking in class."

Commander Thompson walked into the room. She had also changed her clothing. Gone were the fatigues and combat boots. She was wearing a simple ruffled blouse, a just-over-the-knee black skirt, and low heels. Everything about her attire said, "I'm a teacher, and I am in authority."

"Good afternoon, class," she said.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," was the combined response.

"Today's lesson is very important, so pay attention." She admonished. "We have rules on the island, and we are going to do things a certain way. " Here she gestured towards her assistants, "OUR WAY." She went on, "Everybody has a job here. It's very basic: we women order, you boys obey. You will also have specific duties to perform, and I will go over them now."

She flipped on an overhead projector. On the wall was projected a schedule with the prisoner's names inked in. The schedule started with getting up, doing exercises, preparing breakfast, serving the women, showering, housekeeping for seven people, and a host of training events. Not all was work as there was free time after class and before dinner to do gardening, needlepoint, sewing or other supervised events as sanctioned by the women. Bedtime was 9 PM sharp! Given the early start hour, the inmates really appreciated that.

The day started at 5 AM for the poor unfortunate whose turn it was to prepare breakfast for the island. The rest of the group got to sleep in for another half hour before having to fall out for calisthenics and a 5-mile run around the island. For this endeavor the uniform was standard athletic apparel combination 1. That included jock strap, sweat socks and running shoes with pink trim and nothing else. For less strenuous sports, combination 2 was mandated -- the same uniform as number 1 minus the jock strap.

After PT came breakfast ... for the women. The three runners returned to the kitchen to don aprons and wait tables and serve whatever was demanded. It was only after the women finished their meals that the serving staff was allowed to eat. Usually the women only allowed them 15 minutes before they had to clean up and get on with the next chore.

The next chore, of course, was showering. This exercise was monitored as well to make sure that nothing unauthorized was going on, and to make sure the boys did a good job of shaving. The women got a big kick out of the day when the men first discovered that they had to cooperate to get all of the hair off. Watching one man shave another's ass was absolutely hilarious, the warden played that tape over and over again for her trainers.

After shower came cleaning duties. For this, a maid's uniform was supplied, and eventually, each of the inmates was able to click his high heels proudly as he went about his chores, cleaning the bathrooms, making the women's beds, doing laundry, hand washing lingerie, and ironing skirts and blouses. The women demanded that all uniforms, guards and inmates alike be crisp and clean.

After the housework period came "school." The boys were required to change into their school girl uniforms as they did on the first day, except that in the future, the teachers became less tolerant of crossed legs, slouched postures, and other unfeminine activities.

The classroom curriculum was actually designed based on a women's graduate course of study and concentrated on the contribution of women in the various fields of politics, science, and business. There were tomes of books to go through, and the inmates found themselves spending most of their evening time studying and reading.

Not all of the class time was work. In the late morning, one of the boys would be excused to make lunch for the group, while the rest watched a film or read feminist poetry.

Classroom training resumed after lunch until afternoon recess. At first, the boys disliked recess, because of the games the women made them play. They were required to skip rope, bounce a ball under their legs, play hop scotch, or engage in some other game exclusively associated with little girls. After a while, they came to appreciate play time, since it was really the only escape from an otherwise grueling academic regimen.

Another portion of the training that the boys came to appreciate was a daily lesson on feminine hygiene and grooming. Here, they learned how to apply makeup, and style each other's hair. They didn't have much hair to work with when they arrived, but after several months, they had enough, and by the end of the two years, it would be flowing down their backs, styled in the most feminine fashion.

However, now all of their focus was on Mistress Karen, who continued the orientation lecture. "Everything you do will be evaluated and inspected: the way you dress, proper courtesy, how well you cook and clean. Serious breaches of discipline are grounds for dismissal from the program. Minor breaches will be handled by the staff. I have been authorized to use any methods I deem necessary to enforce discipline, and that includes corporal punishment. Quite simply stated, that means obey the rules, behave properly. and listen to your superiors and you'll save your butts."

"Among the things you have been issued are women's shavers. You will remove all ... I say again ... all body hair below the neck. You will have to shave your face twice a day as well. Inspections will be frequent and thorough. God help the person who as so much as a whisker where it shouldn't be."

Her lecture continued for at least 45 minutes outlining rule after rule, and the consequences for breaches in discipline.

Somehow, the boys finished their first day on "the rock" as they came to call the island.

-=o=-

The alarm rang shrilly as Sweet Buns scrambled out of bed and pounded it into silence. He sleepily padded his way to the head, took a quick shower and shaved. He then reported to the kitchen wearing his combination 2 athletic gear as ordered, and donned an apron.

Barbara was there to meet him. "It's about time you showed up sweet thing. You're already in trouble. You haven't gotten all your hair off! You should be ashamed of yourself showing yourself to a women while not properly shaved! We will address this transgression immediately after breakfast. Mistress Karen will decide your punishment."

As it turned out, none of the men were shaved to the exacting specifications laid down by the ladies. Mistress Karen held court as she was finishing her breakfast. "It's obvious that you boys have a lot to learn. I told you the rules yesterday, and you chose to disobey them. Punishment is swift, stern, and immediate here at the Academy! Sweet Buns, you were the first, so you'll be the first."

"Sheila, will you do the honors. Since this is a first offense, I'll be lenient; just give him 20."

"Yes Ma'am," Sheila responded. She turned to Sweet Buns and said, "Over here, to this table." She pointed to the other three inmates, :"You stand here and watch. Your turn is next." Turning back to Sweet Buns, she said, "Grab the far end of the table. Get on your toes if you have to."

Sweet Buns was not wearing anything under his apron, so his naked ass faced the crowd. (The men standing meekly; the women sitting relaxed, sipping at their coffees).

"What level, ma'am?" Sheila asked.

"Two." was all Mistress Karen said.

Apparently there was some sort of code. All that the boys could eventually figure out is that the higher the number, the more severe the spanking instrument. In this case, Sheila grabbed a spatula from the kitchen. She gave it a good round-house swing, and it impacted with a "TWANG."

Sweet Buns emitted an "OUCH" as the flat metal utensil stung his asscheek.

The women laughed. Barbara said, "Bzzzt! wrong answer sweet thing. You're supposed to count out every swat you get. Do it again Sheila!"

TWANG! "Two," the ex-navy flier stuttered.

"TWO!!" said Sheila and Barbara simultaneously. "Don't they teach you dummies how to count. You've spent too much time in the bar pickling your brain. That was supposed to be `one.' Lets start this all over and get it right!"

TWANG! "ONE!" Sweet Buns barked.

"That's better." Sheila complimented.

Sweet Buns got trough the rest of the count without a miscue, except that his voice got a little more strained with every twang.

After the 20th swat, he to got up and started to move away. Mistress Karen corrected him. "Where are your manners? When a woman gives you something you must show your gratitude. Thank Ms. Sheila for giving you such a nice spanking."

"Th-thank you, Ms. Sheila," Sweet Buns almost sobbed.

"You call that a thank you? Surely you can do better than that. Get down on your knees and tell her how sorry you are for being such a naughty little girl."

Sweet Buns sank to his knees and bowed his head.

"Look me straight in the crotch," Sheila commanded, standing no more than four inches in front of his face. "You know the power that is in front of you. Now apologize."

Sweet Buns mumbled his apology, "I'm sorry Ms. Sheila for being such a naughty girl. Thank you for spanking me."

"Not bad," Mistress Karen concluded, "You can do better, but we'll have to work on that later. Barbara, will you take Wanker here and give him what he's due?"

A half hour later,. four well-spanked and tingling buns stood red and rosy for inspection. The women could not help noticing that more than one penis was also standing at attention.