Repentance

By the time Arthur caught up with Gwen, She was already in tears, her hands on Moyra's shoulders, sobbing. "Do you have ANY idea how much it hurts to hear you say stuff like that!?!" Gwen fought back a few tears before continuing "You matter to ME!!!" She shouted out, the tone in her voice of a heartbroken woman. She calmed a little, tears still in her eyes as she groaned out "You mean something to us! Doesn't that give you importance?"
Arthur couldn't bring himself to interrupt. As far as he was concerned, Gwen was right. Moyra pulled Gwen into a hug, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Arthur stepped forward "It's not just Gwen. Lyla and Iona clearly cared about your safety. I was worried about you. You're the one who said something's out there. It could be dangerous to be out there alone at night."
Gwen was crying so hard now that it was hard to understand her. "I don't want to bury any more friends..." She hugged Moyra so tight that a gasp of breath left Moyra's lips "I... I'm not strong enough."
Moyra wiped some tears from her own eyes and held Gwen tightly "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Gwen." Arthur wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he should stay, offer his support, or if he was just in the way. Ultimately he decided to turn to leave, but was stopped when Moyra called out to him. "Mr. Campbell!" Arthur turned to her "I... I think I've been really bad. I... I should be punished, but Gwen's in no state to do that right now."
"Are you..." Arthur asked, not really comfortable with where this was going. "Asking me to...?"
"Please, Mr. Campbell." She gave him a serious look. "I'll be in your debt."

Arthur couldn't believe what he was getting into. He rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his eyes. "Fine..." Moyra looked about for a moment. She helped Gwen into a seat then raced over to the lectern. She placed her hands on it and bent over for him. Arthur didn't like this. He looked down at Moyra's skirt, and shook his head. "Moyra... lift your skirt please."
"Yes, Sir." She said, obeying his command, which added to the conflicting feelings Arthur was having about this.
Arthur could feel his face get red as he got an eyeful of her pure white cotton panties. Moyra's butt looked full and inviting with her hips making perfect handles to hold onto. Arthur stirred uncomfortably. He shook his head again and looked away. "Every time I hit you, I need you to say 'I am important, I matter,' do you understand?"
Moyra nodded "Yes, Sir."
Arthur sighed. Raised up his hand, and brought it down swiftly, but as lightly as he could. He was shocked by how soft Moyra's butt was. The touch, though brief, left him wanting more, and hating himself for it. When she let out a squeak after he hit her his heart sank. What was he doing to the cute little quiet girl? She immediately followed up her squeak with "I am important, I matter," as she locked her gaze on Gwen, who was now crying while sitting in the benches. Arthur had to swallow hard and desperately tried to fight back the desire to feel Moyra's ass up. He raised his hand up again and brought it down to another adorable squeak and "I am important, I matter."
Arthur hit her 25 times, before stopping. "There. I think you got the point..." he said, turning away and feeling very conflicted and horny.
"Wrong point, Arthur..." Gwen groaned, looking annoyed as she gestured down with her eyes.
Arthur covered up the tent in his pants "I...! It's not... I'm sorry I don't see a lot of girls in their panties!"
Moyra looked confused as she stood up and fixed her skirt. "T-thank you Mr. Campbell. And thank you for not going easy on me." Arthur could feel himself blush at that. As far as he was concerned, he WAS going easy on her. "I need to learn so I can stop hurting the people I love."
Gwen looked annoyed as she stood up and folder her arms across her chest "I wouldn’t phrase it that way right now, if I were you..."
Moyra turned to face Gwen, "I should probably report to you that I saw it."
Arthur turn around, humiliated. "I'm sorry! I couldn’t help it!"
Moyra looked to Arthur confused, then back to Gwen who pantomimed a stiffening phallus with her fingers. Moyra gave a mortified look and bowed to Arthur "I'm so sorry! I didn’t mean to **** you or objectify you or your no doubt masculine penis!" Arthur screamed internationally at the phrasing. At this point she HAD to be turning him on intentionally.
"Moyra?" Gwen interjected, "If you didn’t mean the little Arthur... what did you see?"

Gwen groaned with displeasure and annoyance as the alarm sounded its morning alert. Gwen had been in the middle of another wet dream. It was the second one in a row, staring the same cast no less. For Gwen it was becoming something of an annoyance. She lived in tight quarters, with little privacy, and even less free time. The growing sense of need between her legs had little relief, and she was starting to get ****.
Like usual, she crawled out of bed, and wandered over towards the alarm. As she passed Moyra's bed, she waved and gave a polite "Morning, Moyra." Confident the dark haired girl was awake despite not being able to see her.
"Good Morning, Ma'am." Moyra answered back.
Gwen turned off the alarm, and then turned on the lights. "Sorry Girls, it's time to get up." Like always, Iona was the most **** to get up. Moyra was fairly quick to climb out of bed. Gwen caught a small glimpse of Moyra's white panties as the girl climbed out of her bed. It dawned on Gwen in that moment that all the other girls had their own style. Their own way of dressing. Iona had expensive and high quality underwear, mostly pastel colors. Iona's undies were quality materials, light weight, soft, and comfortable looking, but still somewhat conservative. Lyla was risky, and bold, the only girl who wore thongs. They typically had high contrast, bright pinks with dark black lace seemed to be her favorites, but she also had a few red and black pairs, and one that was white and black. Gwen was pragmatic, and usually wore colors she liked, like greens and pinks, usually hip huggers. Only Moyra wore standard, generic, and non-descript underwear. Gwen wondered if it was because she was homeless. Was Moyra's underwear issued by someone, or was it just the least expensive thing Moyra could get?

Shortly after, the girls walked into the shower room to find The Nurse standing there, again. Gwen groaned a little. She was already horny, and didn't really want that woman inspecting her again. Before any of the girls could say anything, The Nurse raised her hand "Don't give me those looks. I'm only here for the Lice-Queen."
"Her NAME is Moyra." Gwen snapped back.
"Just stick to your own routines." The Nurse commented, before glaring at Moyra "As for you Lice-Queen, front and center." It was hard for Gwen to focus on her morning routine. She was distracted enough already, and now Moyra was getting a medical check up? Gwen did what she could and was just about to shower off when The Nurse spoke up again "Congratulations, Lice-Queen, I'm now promoting you to Ragamuffin."
"She has a name." Iona protested.
The Nurse smirked at the girls "Just feel lucky that she doesn't have Lice anymore."
Gwen perked up. "Seriously?! That's GREAT News!"
"I say we celebrate!" Lyla laughed "We should go all out for breakfast!"
"Ohh! I'm so happy for you Moyra!" Iona cheered.

For a moment, everything seemed to be working out for the girls. The excitement that Moyra's infestation was over made their early morning chores seem like a breeze. Even serving the boys and administrators seemed more fun that morning.
"This is quite the spread, something happen?" Izzy asked, sitting down at the table.
"The girls just got some good news this morning, and felt like celebrating!" Gwen answered.
"What kind of news?" Thomas asked, taking his own seat.
"Oh, good news for us, but we'd rather not talk about it." Iona answered as she poured him a glass of juice.
The Nurse grinned as she adjusted her silverware. "They're excited because Miss Kingsley is now pest free, her lice infestation is finally dealt with."
Gwen couldn't help it, after all the stress, and frustrations, she just couldn't keep it in. "How DARE you say that!?! You shouldn't be divulging other people's medical histories! You horrid..."
Arthur stood up "Gwen!"
Gwen rounded on Arthur "Stay out of this, Arthur!"
Mr. Clayton spoke up, looking somewhat upset. "Arthur, I believe that counts as insubordination. You should do something about that."
"I'm... sorry, sir?" Arthur asked confused. By now the reality of what had just happened started to sink in for Gwen. This was going to be a belting for sure.
"She yelled at you, and told you off Arthur." Mr. Clayton explained calmly. "Take her to the wall and give her a spanking."
Gwen glanced at Arthur, who was clearly bothered by this. He looked at her then back at Mr. Clayton. Gwen huffed, and walked over to the wall. "Very well... Shall we Mr. Campbell?"
Arthur sighed and gave the worried looking Moyra a parting glance before walking over to Gwen. "Lift up your skirt."
Iona protested "Couldn't they do this in the other room?!"
"Give the girl some privacy at least!" Lyla responded.
"No," Mr. Clayton responded "If she's going to act out in public, she can be punished in public. Go ahead you two."
Gwen prayed that her desires wouldn't show as she lifted her skirt. It shouldn't be too bad right? She rested her skirt on her hip, showing off her cream and green stripped panties. Gwen braced herself for impact.
Arthur sighed "Count off, Gwen."
In her time at the old convent, Gwen had received a lot of spankings already. Belts, women's hands, but this was different. Arthur's hand was hard, firm... manly. As it came down on her rear, Gwen cried out softly. "One, Sir." She tried not to think about it. Arthur softening her up before pulling her panties down and having at her. "Two, Sir." Moyra nibbling at her nipples as he did so. "Three, Sir." Maybe it would be better for Moyra to stand there, her little tushy in Gwen's face? "Four, Sir." Arthur's hard cock in her tight pussy with Moyra's pussy in her face. "Five, Sir."
By the twenty fifth hit, Gwen was in dire need of some action. She wanted them bad, but was still trying to keep it together. Arthur stopped and flipped her skirt down "Don't let this happen again."
Gwen smiled to herself and, still braced against the wall, half whispered to him "Did this make you hard to, or was that just a Moyra thing?"
Arthur blushed and hit her butt one last time. "Can we eat now?"
Gwen stood up, and smirked at him "Yes, Sir."

Iona looked really upset as the girls took the first load of dishes into the kitchen "That was horrible! How could they allow that in such a public setting!?!"
"Not to mention, what that 'nurse' did is a total violation of her office... may be illegal as well." Lyla groaned.
Gwen signed as she set her stack down. "Thank you for the support girls, but I was a little out of line."
"Are you alright, Ma'am? It's not like you to be so..." Moyra turned her head to the side "reckless?" she put her own stack down.
"I just didn't sleep well last night." Gwen lied before smiling at the others. "Moyra and I are scheduled to scrub the showers today, if you two need us."
Iona stepped forward "Are you sure you're up to it? It sounded like Arthur really hurt you."
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." Gwen smiled back. "He was going easy on me anyways."
Moyra rubbed her own butt "He didn't go easy on me... it's still a little sore."
Lyla looked furious "He hit you!?"
Moyra nodded "I asked him to."
"Why!?!" Lyla protested.
"I hurt Gwen, and she said I hurt both of you as well. I deserved to be punished." Moyra answered, a distant look in her eyes.

Gwen was sore after the spanking from Arthur, but the beltings she got were honestly worse, and Gwen wasn't too bothered by it. She also had other worries after all. As she and Moyra scrubbed the floors of the shower rooms, all Gwen could focus on was Moyra's pretty little butt, wiggling in front of her as they worked. Seeing Moyra on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor was not helping Gwen's problem with needing some sensual healing.

Around lunch time, Iona and Lyla chatted happily as they assembled the final group of sandwiches. Lyla laughed "Don't forget, that Mathew's a freak! He insists we cut the tomato the wrong way!"
"Which way is the wrong way again?" Iona asked, trying to figure out how to cut the tomato.
"Sane people go across the side, only Mathew would want it top down!" Lyla protested "Save what's left, I'll use it for Miss Glynn's salad."
Iona cut the tomato with a soft smile "Have I thanked you for being so patient with me? Cooking's all so very new to me, but you've really made it fun."
"What are friends for?" Lyla asked, holding up a jar and knife "Are we really out of mustard?"
"Oh, I think I used the last of it on Gwen's sandwich." Iona explained.
"No worries, I'll just nip off and get some from the storage room." Lyla raced out "When you're done with Mathew's sandwich, just cut the rest of the tomato into bite sized chunks!"

Lyla raced down the hall to where the storage room was. She was just about to enter the room when she noticed something off. The sounds of moaning and huffing? Cautiously she took a peak inside to find Miss Sanders, laying on her back on the table, a lacy blue bra on, and a man Lyla didn't recognize playing with her tits as he humped away at her. The man was tall, think, and scruffy looking. Not exactly the picture of attraction, but neither was the plump Miss Sanders. Despite everything, they seemed to be having a lot of fun. She reached up and grabbed him by the collar before pulling him in close and kissing him full on the lips. They both moaned and his hips bucked a moment. After a moment he pulled out, and Miss Sanders spoke "So, about that discount?"
He laughed "I'll agree to your price."
She laughed and started to hand him a check before yanking it away "About my, private stock?"
He grinned "It's in the box marked 'personal effects.'"
She kissed him again, this time slipping the check into his pocket as she did so. "Good to hear. I'll, 'see you' next week?"
He kissed her again "With bells on."
Lyla was just about to try and escape, when Miss Sanders called out "Lyla? You can come in now, he's gone."
Lyla walked in, feeling bashful, despite being the only one fully dressed. "How did you know?"
She smirked "If it was Iona out there, she wouldn't have been able to keep quiet." The older woman grabbed her shirt and started putting it on "I hope you understand that this was a... delicate matter for me. It would be a real shame if, oh say, Gwen somehow found out about this."
"Gwen?" Lyla repeated, shocked that Miss Sanders was bringing her up.
"Oh yes, I'd hate to need to orchestrate something more drastic than getting her spanked in front of everyone." She smirked at Lyla "For say, leading a small insurrection in the showers or something?" The pieces suddenly clicked for Lyla. It was no accident that Gwen was punished in front of everyone this morning. The Nurse somehow planed the whole thing? "Then again, maybe the little ginger hussy wouldn't mind helping me negotiate prices next week?"
"P-please... I'll be good, just, don't get Gwen involved in this..." Lyla asked, feeling defeated.
Miss Sanders smirked "Good. Now, why are you here?"
"Mustard for Izzy's sandwich."
"Jared goods are in that cupboard over there." She assured Lyla. "I'm glad you and Mr. O'Brian are hitting it off. For a woman there are only really three true joys. Cooking for a good man, raising a good man's children, and making children with him. Wouldn't you say, Lyla?"
Lyla was feeling trapped. Miss Sanders had her exactly where the twisted woman wanted her. Despite not believing a word of it, Lyla nodded "Of course, Miss Sanders."
"Good, now fetch some mustard for your man's sandwich..." the plump woman said, grinning ear to ear as she did, "and if you see my panties over there, bring them to me."
Despite her concerns, Iona didn't push things when Lyla came back looking defeated and embarrassed. Iona simply reaffirmed her desire to be there for her new friend, and told her, 'if you need to talk, I'm always here for you.'

A few moments later, the girls found themselves at vegetable garden. Like always, the boys were excited, and sweaty. Izzy in particular seemed excited "I LOVE when Lyla makes lunch!" He declared, grabbing his sandwich and water bottle. "I always did say, she was the best cook."
Thomas laughed as Iona handed him a sandwich "Thank you, Iona. We were getting pretty hungry out here."
Iona took the time to inspect the tall young man. He was covered in dirt and sweat, and wearing just his moss green trousers, and a white tank top. "How come you boys can be out of uniform, but we can't?"
Lyla laughed, as the fully topless Izzy ate beside her "To be fair, if we skipped something, we'd be less than proper." She suddenly glared and stepped way.
Izzy lifted up his hand "Oh, sorry!"
"My ass is NOT a cushion for your hand!" Lyla protested.
"Izzy!" Iona scolded.
"Sorry! It was just so inviting, and with the food." Izzy defended.
"You're just lucky we're from abouts that same place! If it weren't for your accent, and the hundred strike across my rear that last time I decked you, you'd have a black eye!" Lyla protested.
Thomas stepped next to Iona and smiled at her "It must be hard on you girls, wearing the same thing all the time."
Iona nodded "It is some times."
"Iffin' we're supposed to punish you lasses for acting out," Izzy joked "Then could I give you a hundred spanking for punching me?"
"Oh, is THAT what you're wanting?" Lyla protested "**** me, then when I fight back, ye get to **** me some more!?!"
"I'd be just like me parents!" Izzy laughed.
To Iona's shock, Lyla laughed back and bumped him with her shoulder "Mine too!"
Thomas shook his head "Those two have such a strange relationship..."

Gwen wasn't surprised when Arthur volunteered to escort her to the dumpster. Knowing Arthur, the group dynamics, and her luck lately, it was basically a given. The pair stepped out into the cool, dark, night together, and started along the path towards the dumpster. Gwen's heart raced. She still hadn't managed to fully calm down the need in her for some sensual healing, and in her last two dreams, Arthur played a major role.
She was just trying to calm herself down when Arthur spoke up. "I'm sorry about this morning."
"So am I..." Gwen answered back, not really wanting to linger on it. "I was out of line, both with The Nurse, and with you."
He laughed "I swear, you and Moyra are dangerous for me."
A grin came to Gwen's face "I feel the same way about both of you."
"I still want to be there for you, both of you." He offered "If you need anything, just say so."
"What I need most, right now, is for your boys to stop getting all handsy with my girls." Gwen responded "Now that the administrators gave you the go ahead to spank us if we get too out of line, I wonder if I could cane your boys for molesting my girls?"
"Go for it." Arthur laughed back "It's only fair."
They walked along in silence for a moment after that. Just before reaching the dumpster, Gwen asked "Arthur? Mind if I ask why you're here?"
"I was booked for theft of private property, operating a veterinary clinic without a license, and selling stolen goods." He answered honestly. When she laughed he elaborated "I didn't much care for how a neighbor was treating his dog. So one night I kidnapped her, fixed her up a bit, and gave her to a family I was sure would take care of her. The judge mostly threw the book at me for refusing to say sorry, but I'm not going to apologize for trying to take care of the poor animal."
Gwen smiled "I feel like I'm the only girl here who belongs here. For the most part the others are here for a combination of bad circumstances, and poor decisions." She lifted the lid of the dumpster. "All except Moyra, who did absolutely nothing wrong."
"What is her story?" Arthur asked.
Gwen loaded a second bag into the dumpster "I'm only telling you this because she did nothing wrong. Moyra just didn't have anywhere else to go. She was homeless." She grabbed the compost bin and started discarding the contents into the compost pile. She started to notice that Arthur was suddenly really quiet. "Arthur?"
He sounded nervous, on edge even. "D-don't panic." Gwen was confused. She turned to see what was going on. Just on the edge of the lamp above the dumpster's beam, was the largest canine Gwen had ever seen. It was easily the size of Thomas. Muscular, and powerful looking. The creature was pacing the perimeter of the light, back and forth, as if the light was preventing it from getting closer. Arthur never looked away from it "Gwen, if it attacks, run for the door, and make sure it's locked behind you."
"I can't just leave you, Arthur." Gwen protested.
"If you don't do as I say, I'll punish both you and Moyra!" She couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or joking. Gwen was about to tell Arthur off when the massive creature stood up, turned around and slunk off into the shadows. Arthur looked around with the lantern "I... think it's gone."
"Moyra!" Gwen called out, racing for the door. She sprinted as fast as she could and found Moyra, predictably, sitting just outside the door that faced the graveyard. "Moyra!" Gwen didn't wait for a response, she just held Moyra to her chest and cried.
"What's wrong?!" Moyra got out, before Arthur raced up to them.
"Every one inside." Arthur commanded. Clearly a little shaken.