When Alice Evans was fourteen, both her father and mother were tragically killed in a plane crash over the Rockies, and her mother's older sister, Abigail Winston, graciously took the orphaned girl into her ornate and luxurious home in Prairie Falls, Oklahoma.
Alice was a gay-hearted, forthright girl, with fiery red hair, bewitchingly creamy skin, cat-green eyes and a sweet, ripe, laughing mouth. Even at fourteen, her budding figure drew many appreciative glances and whistles from the opposite sex. As an only child, her parents had doted on her and spoiled her, so that she was used to having her own way without question. Having a reasonably alert mind, since she had had private tutoring in the elementary grades (her parents had wanted to keep her out of public school in order to bring her up as a young lady), she regarded herself as an individual of importance, capable of making her own decision and leading her own life. She thought that she might become a teacher; she believed that, young though she was, her mind was quicker than that of most boys and girls her own age-and she was right in this. She had a ready wit and tongue, learned quickly, and was eager for knowledge. Perhaps, subconsciously, even at that adolescent age, Alice Evans yearned for authority over her equals.
But Abigail Winston was the direct opposite of Alice's mother. Where the latter had been warmhearted, affectionate and as gay as her daughter, Alice's aunt, though only thirty-eight, was dour, taciturn and sternly forbidding in demeanor. She wore black satin high-necked, low-skirted dresses, seldom smiled, and spent a great deal of her time writing letters to ministers and educators pointing out the shocking state of juvenile delinquency in our nation. As she was well to do and given to endowing schools and churches (her motivation being ego as much as humanitarianism), her opinion was hypocritically fawned upon and sought after by opportunists in the educational field, who saw in her a ready benefactress for all their profit-making schemes.
Only this morning, Abigail Winston had a letter from a Mr. James Downing, the superintendent of a girls' private school in Elmview, forty-two miles away. It appeared that Mr. Downing had read one of Abigail Winston's irate letters on the subject of faulty modern education in a local newspaper and heartily approved of her ideas. He felt that the two of them had much in common, since he had just founded a school which would be devoted to the wholesome creed of turning unruly girls into well bred, well-behaved young ladies. He would indeed welcome the opportunity to show Miss Winston his school, and he felt sure that she might wish to establish a scholarship or otherwise contribute to so worthy a venture.
Abigail Winston employed a housekeeper, a handsome, buxom brown-haired woman four years younger than herself, by the name of Hannah Jepson. Hannah Jepson was a widow, and had a daughter eleven years old, named Joanie. This pert and impudent young blonde, whom Abigail Winston graciously permitted to live with her mother in her large mansion, did not like Alice Evans, and it was mutual. Joanie detested Alice's airs of trying to appear older than she was, and often made pointed insults or stuck out her tongue at the lovely redhead.
On occasion, when Hannah Jepson discovered her daughter in the act of being rude to Alice, she punished the girl by sitting down in a nearby chair or sofa, turning Joanie over her spacious lap and, while pinning the little girl's neck with her left hand, fucked up Joanie's frock and petticoat and spanked her dainty bottom. Alice Evans always watched with fascination. She herself had never been punished corporally by her parents, and the sight of Joanie's slim little legs kicking in a mad flurry of agitation while her pink-pantie-sheathed round firm buttocks weaved and swerved frantically under her mother's descending right hand gave the redhead a keen satisfaction and was compensation for the insults which Joanie had proffered her. However, this vulgarly public display of chastisement made Alice blush hotly in embarrassment, and she often found herself wondering secretly how she herself would react if she were so humiliated.
As our story opens, Alice Evans had reached the age of sixteen, having spent two years with her aunt. Abigail Winston had decided to send her niece to public school, where Alice was now a junior, but the dominant spinster often questioned her niece about Alice's studies and was wont to remark that public school education was a ridiculous farce. It had become her favorite topic, indeed, and Alice was most uncomfortable about it. Only last night, Abigail Winston had sniffed disapprovingly and remarked, "What you need, young lady, is a private school where some of your nonsense can be eradicated and where you will be made to conform. My sister spoiled you atrociously, but it's still not too late to correct that. Otherwise, mark my words, Alice, you'll have problems in later life."
Such comments had been constant during the two years of Alice's stay with her aunt. But this letter from James Downing was to mark a turning point in
Alice's young life, connected as it was with an episode that took place only the day before this fateful letter arrived.
CHAPTER TWO
It was June, and the last week of high school, and Alice had come home for lunch with Hannah Jepson had prepared for her. Abigail Winston was upstairs typing a letter to a girls' mission in Georgia, to reply to the pastor who had written asking for funds.
Joanie Jepson came into the kitchen for a piece of bread with jam. Finding her mother out of the kitchen, she gigglingly opened the refrigerator and took out a chocolate cake which her mother had just baked, and set it down on the table where Alice was eating her lunch.
"I don't think you better cut that cake yet, Joanie," Alice said authoritatively, "your mother just finished baking it, and besides it's for dinner tonight."
"I'll do what I want to. You've got no right to tell me what to do, anyhow, Alice Evans, so there! You're just an orphan, 'n Miss Winston took you in out of charity. You've got no more say-so in this house than my mother, and she works here," was Joanie's insolent retort. Thereupon, opening the cabinet drawer, she took out a knife and proceeded to cut herself a huge slice of the freshly baked cake.
She was putting it on the plate and about to sit down to eat it, making a mocking face at Alice, when she heard the yard door open, a signal that her mother was coming back into the kitchen. Swiftly, she shoved the plate over to Alice's side of the table, got up and scampered out of the kitchen, leaving the cake and knife standing on the table as mute evidence of her pilferage.
Hannah Jepson, who had carried a basket of laundry out to hang up on the clotheslines, shook her head reprovingly: "Miss Alice, you oughtn't to have cut that cake yet without asking me, you know. Miz' Winston specially ordered me to bake it for tonight."
"But I didn't cut it, Hannah! It was Joanie who cut it!" Alice angrily exclaimed.
"Oh, come on now, Miss Alice, no need to fib about it!" was Hannah's indignant answer.
"Joanie pushed it there when she heard you coming!" Alice Evans replied, flushing with indignation at this unjust accusation.
Hannah Jepson put her hands on her hips and stared down angrily at the lovely redhead: "Well, I think it's very wicked of you, Miss, to try to shift the blame onto my little girl, specially when you know I bend over backwards in keeping her behaving proper. You know very well I punish her when she's naughty-yes, Miss Alice, in a way you've never been punished, and which, if I may be so bold as to say so, you ought to have had a long time ago."
At this humiliating comment, Alice sprang up with a cry of angry shame, her cheeks turning crimson and her large eyes furiously dilating. Inadvertently, she overturned her glass of milk onto the floor, the glass shattering into many fragments.
"And now just see what you've done!" Hannah said reproachfully, "as if I hadn't enough work around this big house as it is, now I have to clean up after you!"
"That's not true," Alice stamped her foot with vexation. "You know it isn't true, Hannah! I tell you, it was Joanie who snitched the cake, and tried to make it look like my doing. Anyhow, I'm too big to be spanked, I'll have you know!"
Just then the kitchen door was flung open, and the forbidding figure of black-gowned, Abigail Winston stood before them. Tall and slim, her face a prim oval, with piercing dark brown eyes, her dark brown hair styled in a thick mousy bun at the top of her head, she made even the intrepid Alice quail uneasily as she said sternly without raising her voice: "What's all this uproar, Hannah? Can't I even write a letter without being disturbed? What is going on?"
"It's all Joanie's fault!" Alice began, but her aunt waved her to silence with a peremptory gesture which made Alice flush hotly at the implied rebuke, and then resumed: "Now then, Hannah, suppose you tell me what actually happened."
"Yes'm. Well, I was out in the yard hanging up the wash to dry, and when I came in, I saw Miss Alice had taken out the chocolate cake you asked me to bake for tonight's dinner, and cut herself a great big piece of it. Then when I told her she shouldn't have, she keeps brazenly insisting it was Joanie. I told her it didn't look like Joanie, because Joanie wasn't around-"
"Sure, because she heard you coming and sneaked off somewhere!" Alice interrupted in an exasperated tone which was close to tears of frustrated anger.
"Silence, young lady!" Abigail Winston sibilantly declared, as she gave her niece such a menacing look that the pretty redhead recoiled, mouth agape in stupefaction. Her aunt had never spoken to her like that before. Then, after a significant pause, the tall spinster resumed: "All right, Hanna. Then what happened?"
"Well, then, Miz' Winston, when I said that, Miss Alice got up real quick from the table and upset her glass of milk. I told her with all the work I have around this great big house, it was a crying shame she had to add extra to it."
"You were quite right, Hannah. Now then, Alice, aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
Again Alice Evans stamped her foot, tears of furious indignation stinging her large lovely green eyes, and her bobbed curls danced as she shook her head: "No! No, I'm not, Aunt Abbie! And I didn't snitch that cake either! I tell you Joanie did-why don't you find her and ask her?"
"I will, young lady," her aunt calmly retorted, "and I have been doing a good deal of thinking about your behavior lately. If I happen to find out that you've been lying to me just now, I can promise you that you will be in for a most unpleasant surprise. Hannah, go see if you can find Joanie."
Then she added to her niece, "As for you, Miss, you might at least offer to clean up the mess you made. You did knock over the glass, I dare say?"
"Yes, I did that, but that's all I did! I'm sorry for it. But I'm not going to be called a liar and be blamed for something that little snip did!" Alice cried.
"That's quite enough, Alice! I expect you not to shout or make a scene before servants. This is part of your unruly nature that I am finding a good deal of fault with."
"Well, in that case, I'm sorry I have to live here on your charity," Alice replied in cold fury, "and I only wish I were old enough to earn my own living so I could be independent and not be such a bother to you-ohhhhh!! "
For swiftly, Abigail Winston's hand had flashed out and tinglingly slapped Alice's creamy cheek. The lovely red-haired adolescent stumbled back, a hand pressed to her cheek, her eyes wide in disbelief. "You-you-you struck me!" she gasped incredulously.
"I did. And as I told you, should I find that you've told a falsehood about the cake, you'll find that your punishment will be even more severe. It's high time that you began to learn that a self-willed, headstrong girl such as you've been during the two years I've had you in my charge makes herself thoroughly detestable. It's really a great pity that your parents spoiled you so. If you had been my child, Alice, rest assured you would have been punished often, and just the way Hannah punishes Joanie."
"I won't stand here and listen to this!" Alice exclaimed, tears sparkling in her lovely dilated eyes.
What might have ensued had this stormy discussion continued can only be rank conjecture, for at this very moment Hannah appeared, leading her reluctant daughter by the wrist. Joanie's face was red and she had obviously been crying.
"Oh, here's Joanie now," Abigail Winston whirled about, her lips tightening in satisfaction. "Now possibly we shall have the truth."
But Hannah Jepson's face was red too, and her eyes downcast as she stammered, "I-I'm awfully sorry, Miz Winston. I guess I got to apologize to Miss Alice, too. It seems Joanie did snitch the cake."
"There! You see?" Alice for the third time stamped her foot and tossed her head triumphantly. "Now who ought to be spanked, Aunt Abbie?"
"I have told you several times before, Alice, I do not care for that abbreviation. You will call me Aunt Abigail. However, I too will apologize for believing that you were at fault in the matter of the cake. Nonetheless, your attitude, your insolence, your raised, loud voice and the stamping of your foot are decidedly impertinent and unlady-like, and I shall have more to say about that in a few days. Hannah, I assume that you intend to chastise Joanie for her naughtiness?"
"Yes'm. I've given her a few good slaps, as you can see already. But I intend to spank her proper tonight, after dinner. I wouldn't want to disturb you, Ma'am."
Abigail Winston's thin lips curved in a faint smile. "I prefer that you do chastise her now, Hannah. And soundly. Also, Alice shall watch, for it will be an exemplary lesson for her. However, I think that Joanie's naughty conduct deserves something more severe than the hand."
"Yes'm, so do I," Hannah stoutly agreed, giving the sniffling blonde girl's arm an angry tug by way of punctuating this sentiment. "When she's real bad, Ma'am, I use the hairbrush."
"Then by all means do so now. Alice, you will bring it to Hannah. You will find one in my bedroom, on the dresser in front of the mirror. It should serve admirably for the pu-pose."
"Please, I-I'd rather not, Aunt Ab-Abigail," Alice stammered, extremely ill at ease now, for poor Joanie had given her a swift covert glance which spelled volumes of hated for Alice's having tattled on her and thus brought her to this imminent punishment.
"So long as you are my ward, Miss," Abigail Winston dryly observed, "you will obey me. Until you are eighteen, I have full control over you. And my advice to you, Alice, if you don't wish a taste of the hairbrush yourself, is to fetch it promptly without any more ado."
Raging inwardly, lovely red-haired Alice controlled her immediate impulse to answer back tartly, and left the kitchen. She returned with a big old-fashioned black wooden hairbrush, whose end was thick and oval-shaped, and the reverse side of which provided sturdy rows of thick stiff bristles. Alice Evans' cheeks were as red as if it were her own posterior about to feel the imposing weight of this implement of juvenile correction.
As Alice came forward, holding the hairbrush in her right hand, she saw that Hannah Jepson had already seated herself on the straight-backed kitchen chair which she had pulled out from the table, and pulled her blonde daughter over her left knee. Indeed, just as Alice was entering, Hanna was in the process of pulling up Joanie's skirt and petticoat and briskly slipping down the elastic-banded pink cotton panties to the girl's lower thighs. Next, quickly grasping the culprit's wrists and holding them at the small of the girl's back with her sturdy left hand, Hannah Jepson clamped her right ankle over Joanie's slim calves, thus completely positioning and immobilizing the pretty youngster for punishment.
At the age of twelve, Joanie's bottom-which Alice Evans had not seen unveiled in some six months until this moment-had taken on a saucy rondure of additional plumpness. The pink-sheened cheeks, daintily rounded and compactly tight-set, were already huddling violently in rueful anticipation of the stinging penance about to be exacted from their tender contours. Joanie looked up as Alice entered and uttered a sobbing groan: "Oh, Mommy, please, not hard-that hairbrush is lots bigger'n the one you use! I didn't mean to snitch the cake, oh, please not hard, Mommy!"
Abigail Winston, arms folded, stood impassively, a stern figure of justice, near the sink, her dark eyes narrowed as they fixed on the charmingly exposed juvenile posterior.
"I-I'm sorry, Joanie, truly I am," Alice blurted as Hannah held out her right hand for the hairbrush. She hesitantly proffered it to the handsome buxom housekeeper while Joanie sobbed unforgivingly, "You nasty old tattletale, you!" and glanced back nervously to see her mother grip the hairbrush and brandish it experimentally in the air to test its weight and heft, a sight which at once made Joanie clench all her thigh and bottom muscles in an instinctive defense to minimize as much of her unfortunately vulnerable spanking area as possible under that menacing weapon of atonement.
CHAPTER THREE
But Joanie could not hold back a final vindictive outburst: "I only wish you was gettin' this instead'a me! I wouldn't'a snitched, if you'd'a done it. I just hope. Alice Evans, you feel what it's like 'n hard tooOWWWH Oh, please, Mommy, ohh, it stings so! Oh, please, how many am I gonna get? OWWWEEE!! OHHH, IT'S AWFUL! OHHH, IT HURTS SO ON THE B-B-BARE!"
For, setting her lips relentlessly, her cheeks flushed with anger at the thought that the older girl's betrayal had made it necessary to punish her pretty young daughter this humiliating way before her employer and Alice Evans too, Hannah Jepson had brought down the hairbrush crisply, first on the ripest curve of Joanie's pink-satiny left buttock; then, after a few seconds' pause so that the culprit might feel the full hot stinging impact of the chastisement, on the other globe in exactly the same place. Joanie squealed and sobbed each time, her bottom jerking from side to side, her tearstained, reddened face turning back imploringly as she begged to know the quota set for her chastisement.
"Never you mind how many, you shameless minx you," her mother scolded, shifting herself slightly so that the right leg could apply still more forceful pressure against her daughter's now struggling slim calves, "you're going to learn not to play tricks like that and blame somebody else for them-there! And you may be sure that you won't have a piece of that nice cake, and tonight, all you get is bread and milk for your supper, in your room-there, maybe that will teach you-there-the very idea, to make all this fuss and bother Miz' Winston. I have a mind to ask her to give you a spanking herself after I finish with your naughty bottom-there-there-yes, this is a much harder brush than mine, isn't it, Joanie? Isn't it? Tell me-do you feel the difference? like this-and this too!"
Suiting action to word, Hannah Jepson punctuated her sermonizing discourse with emphatic strokes of the smooth-backed surface of the hairbrush, alternating on the prettily rounded, tightly spaced pink-sheened bottomglobes, but spanking with calculated method, which is always the most effective way to make a girl realize the error of her ways. Having begun the punishment with a pair of spanks that bit burningly into the plumpest sectors of Joanie's denuded young behind, Hannah now began to apply the sonorously noisy smacks of the hairbrush to the tops of her daughter's naked seat, descending in an inexorable progression to the base, while alternating on both cheeks, first left and then right, till she had given poor Joanie twenty well-timed, well-spaced strokes. Wriggling, jerking at her pinioned wrists, turning back her tearful contorted face to plead for mercy, the attractive little blonde sufferer wailed and squealed under each blow as the soft pink skin of her naked posterior turned a vivid crimson.
Pausing for a moment after the twentieth stroke, Hannah Jepson now readjusted her hold of her daughter's wrists. Laying the brush down on Joanie's bare lower back, she now shoved the weeping youngster's skirt and petticoat almost up to her shoulder blades to assure that they would remain out of harm's way. Then, shifting her powerfully muscled right leg over
Joanie's squirming calves, she demanded sternly, "Are you going to mend your ways and not annoy Miz' Winston ever again like this, Joanie?" And Whack! Smack! Crack! three times the brush danced down, each time visiting the tenderest region of all: the inner curves of both hemispheres just over the crease, at the very base of the flaming, upturned young posterior.
"Ahrrr! Oowowowee! Oh yes, Mommy, Mommy, I'll never do it again, honest, I'll never-ohhhh, do pleeeeease let up now! I'm burnin' up, Mommy dear! Ohh, that awful brush hurts so, it hurts just dreadful-OWWOWOOOOHHH, OHOH, MOMMY, MOMMY, PLEASE STOP!! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN, I'M SORRY, I'M AWFULLY SORRY, OOOHHH-HH!! ! "
Another pair of vigorous spanks had bitten home against Joanie's tender posterior along its sinuously narrow cleft, landing at about the lower summits and pinching the pouting inner edges of the cheek. Joanie, her blonde curls tousled and bobbing in the air, arched and writhed, frantically trying to slip off her mother's lap, but to no avail.
Her pretty rounded once pink bottom was darkening now, especially where the last five spanks had smacked. The charmingly rounded satiny cheeks flinched and yawned, contracting spasmodically. Alice Evans, who stood as one petrified, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright and dilated, could not help observing how these flexions rippled down along the slim nervously chiseled girlish thighs and visited even the saucy sleek rondures of the pretty calves so effectively clamped down by the maternal leg.
Abigail Winston eyed Alice reflectively, observing her niece's reaction to this highly painful and humiliating corporal punishment. A faint smile curved her thin lips as she detected the red-haired onlooker's fixed and almost incredulous stare at that reddening, squirming naked little bottom upturned over Hannah
Jepson's knee. She nodded slightly to herself as if corroborating an opinion earlier established in her mind. Indeed, could Alice Evans have read her aunt's thoughts at this very moment, she might well have turned and fled from the ornate but gloomy house; she might have perceived in this spectacle the ill-omened augury of her own future destiny!
But all thoughts had been driven from her quick impressionable mind save for the uncomfortable and uneasy guilty shame, as if she were the intruder upon a nameless intimacy that should never be disclosed so openly as it now was. For she had eyes only for Joanie's restlessly tossing, huddling, weaving buttocks as the weeping youngster, during this slight pause, again supplicated with feverishly tremulous tones: "Oh ... ooohhh ... M-Mommy, for L-Lordie's sake, I'ye had enough ... honest'n truly, I won't never be naughty again, I promise ... ooohh, Mommy, please put down that wicked old h-hairbrush, my s-seat's used up from it already!"
Again the pretty youngster tried to tug her pinioned wrists loose; but her mother, taking a new and more vigorous hold of them, fixing herself on the chairseat so as to obtain a better angle of incidence for the remainder of the chastisement, again raised the ominous black hairbrush and dealt poor weeping Joanie two hard spanks which flattened the girl's reddened flesh right over the broadest part of her bottom and which pressed down over the narrow sinuosity which separated those two charming nubile nether hemispheres. The crisp sonority of the impact of smooth wood upon bare girl-flesh made Alice Evans tremble convulsively and bite her lips, for she was now beginning to be visited by compassion for the young sufferer whom she had thus sentenced to this harsh retribution by her denunciation.
"Ahrrr! Aiiiii!! Ohh, Mommy, please, no more, you're killin' me. I won't ever ... boo hoo d-do it again! Oh please let up now!" the blonde little culprit wailed, her angrily naming behind jerking and twisting violently, her face turning back to implore reprieve, her eyes swimming with tears.
Once again Hannah Jepson laid the hairbrush down on Joanie's squirming back, using her right hand to grip her daughter's bare right side and to shift the weeping youngster back closer to her, for Joanie's frantic wrigglings and twistings under the last half-dozen spanks had left the girl at the edge of her mother's left knee. Then again, readjusting the grip of her left hand on the pitifully tugging slim little wrists, Hannah picked up the hairbrush and, lifting it swiftly, applied two stinging whacks to the outer edge of the top of Joanie's right bottom-cheek, demanding: "Are you going to mind your manners from now on, Joanie? Are you?"
"Oowwweee! Ahrrr-ohh, Mommy, yes, ohh, stop, oooh, do please-please, I can't stand anymore, I'm burnin' up all over! Oooh, that awful brush's killin' me, Mommy, pleeeeease let up now!" Joanie Jepson hysterically squealed, her hips arching up, then flattening, only to jerk evasively from side to side in an understandable effort to avoid the implacable and never-missing descent of the stinging hairbrush.
"And you'll apologize to Miz' Winston and her niece for causing all this trouble?" Smack! Smack! Smack! Three times more the black oval-shaped hairbrush fell to flatten the angrily reddened flesh of Joanie's squirming seat, the first two visiting each summit's exact center, while the third crisply impacted right over the huddling buttocks to sting each tender inner curve over the narrow ambery-pink crease between the charmingly rounded hemispheres.
"AHRRR!! OH YES, MOMMY!! ARRRHH-HOOOOOOHH' OHH LORDIE, PLEASE STOP! EEEEEEEEYEEOWWWWOUUUUUU!! ! I'LL BE SO GOOD!" the young sufferer screamed, as she twisted and pulled at her captive wrists, her contorted tear-drowned face imploringly turned back once more to entreat pardon.
"Very well! There-and there!" And twice more the hairbrush exacted its painful tribute of loud wails and frantic wrigglings as it bit home against the roundest salient of each angrily inflamed bare bottomglobe. "Now maybe you'll keep out of mischief the next time!" Hannah Jepson ended the chastisement with a final spank, this time using the bristled side against the top of her daughter's left hip. This final spank drew a prolonged and strident cry. Then, tucking the hairbrush under her left armpit, Hannah Jepson used both hands to pull Joanie's panties up over her swollen buttocks, then fucked down petticoat and skirt. "All right now! Get up and apologize to them both, you naughty girl! And then you can go to your room and get into your jammies. I'll bring your bread and milk when it's dinner time, and if I don't find you in bed when I come, you'll get something extra, do you understand me?"
"Y-yes, M-Mommy ... oow ... oohh ... b-boo ... h-hoo ... y-yes, Mommy, it burns'n smarts jist awful ... oooohh..." the tearful blonde girl moaned as she slowly clambered off her mother's lap. Then unabashedly clapping both hands to her burning posterior, she feverishly began to rub it while tears coursed down her flushed cheeks as she stammered her apology to the impassive, haughty Abigail Winston: "I ... I 'pologize ... M-Miz' Winston ... for ... m-makin' all that fuss ... I-I'm awful s-sorry, t-truly I am."
"Very well, Joanie, I accept your apology, and I hope your mother won't have to punish you again so severely," Alice's aunt righteously observed.
"Now you excuse yourself to Miz' Alice too, or back you go over my lap, young lady!" Hannah Jepson, standing and holding the hairbrush ready in her right hand should it be required for an encore, warned her daughter.
But Joanie, with a furtively fearful glance back at her mother, had absolutely no wish to experience additional pain in the region of her charming anatomy which already felt as if a swarm of hornets had simultaneously pierced it with their sharp sting. Sniffing dolefully, she quavered as she hung her head before the flushed and bemused Alice: "I-I'm awful sorry I-I made out like it was y-you that stole the c-cake, Al-Alice."
Alice Evans grew more embarrassed than ever. What would happen, she asked herself, if it had been she who had had to submit to so demeaning a correction? And what must it have felt like?
She couldn't help remembering how little Joanie had agitatedly rubbed her seat without the least concern of what a shameful spectacle she was making before her mother as well as Aunt Abigail and herself. But what had Aunt Abigail meant by warning her that she needed first-hand experience?
CHAPTER FOUR
Two mornings later-her aunt received the letter from James Downing-the superintendent of the private school.
James Downing was about thirty-five, with sleek black hair and a supercilious moustache. He was slender and suave, his manner was courtly and his speech unctuous and effusive.
"How many girls are enrolled in your school, Mr. Downing?" Abigail Winston demanded.
"Just sixty. Our building is quite ample to house the girls. You understand, they live with us and are thoroughly supervised at all times. There are guided activities, from recreation to home work. The girls' ages run from thirteen to eighteen, and most of them, to be sure, come from homes such as yours.
"I have read your brochure with great interest, Mr. Downing, and unless I am mistaken, it seems that you believe in discipline for misconduct."
"Oh, quite, Miss Winston! It is understood that any girl who is enrolled is subject to the rules of the school. We are quite fair and impartial, just as parents would be."
Alice Evans fidgeted nervously. The topic was becoming extremely embarrassing. Did that mean that they spanked girls who are naughty, she wondered.
"Sit still, Alice!" her aunt exclaimed, setting her lips with disapproval. "You see, Mr. Downing, my niece has acquired some annoying mannerisms, which are part and parcel of her immature desire to believe herself thoroughly adult. This is exactly why I felt a school such as yours might do wonders for her."
"We shall do our best, Miss Winston, believe me. And you will be at liberty to visit there any time. In fact, I should be honored if you would inspect our humble facilities before you make any decision."
"I have already decided to enroll Alice at your school, Mr. Downing. As soon as the summer vacation is over, I shall drive down with her and put her in your care. You will have a check from me in the mail for the tuition for her first semester."
"Oh, Aunt Abigail! Please-I-I'd rather finish here in high school," Alice exclaimed, rising to her feet.
"Be quiet, Miss! Don't forget I'm your guardian, and I make decisions about you until you come of age!" her aunt angrily snapped in a tone that brooked no argument. Then, with a friendly smile, she addressed herself to Mr. Downing: "Thank you so much. Now just a few more questions, Mr. Downing. Should Alice wear her own clothes or do you provide uniforms for the girls?"
"Well, you see, Miss Winston, that depends on the girls themselves. At the beginning of each term, each girl wears what she would normally wear. But those who misbehave constantly, however, are obliged to wear penitence dress, as we call it, to remind themselves as well as their instructresses that they still have faults which must be eradicated. I sincerely trust it will not be necessary for your charming niece to fall into this group."
"In this age of juvenile delinquency and waywardness, Mr. Downing, I find your attitude most refreshing." Abigail Winston rose to indicate that the interview was over.
"Thank you, dear lady," James Downing obsequiously purred. Then he kissed her hand, and Abigail Winston flushed, lowering her eyes. He now turned to Alice with a fatuous, affable smile and a parting promise of "We shall do our very best to make you happy at Downing School, Alice dear."
And thus Alice Evans's fate was sealed.
CHAPTER FIVE
James Downing's school was at the edge of the little town of Elmview, and comprised a modest two-story building, with fenced-in yard and garden. The dormitory rooms for the girls occupied the second floor, while four classrooms, the offices of Mr. Downing and his four attractive instructresses, a gymnasium and assembly hall, took up the spacious first floor of the building.
Each class had about fifteen girls assigned to it, these four classes corresponding somewhat to the four grades of a public high school. Alice was immediately assigned to Miss Janice Candys' classroom, to study with girls of her own age or a year older.
Janice Sandys was stunningly handsome, tall and willowy. Her blonde hair was cut in a mannishly short bob, and she had a pure oval face with high-arching forehead, cool blue eyes, an aquiline nose and firm dominant mouth and chin. She was about thirty, and her crisp voice and authoritative manner made Alice at once take an aversion to her.
The other instructresses were Arlene Chalmers, a svelte black-haired young woman of twenty-seven, who was instructress for the oldest girls of all; Maria Prentice, a stately auburn-haired ripe-figured young woman of thirty-one, who took charge of the fifteen-year-olds; and Brenda Santley, twenty-six, with dark brown hair and a sweet meek face, who was responsible for the girls of thirteen and fourteen.
Alice's aunt had brought her over on the Saturday preceding the start of the fall semester.
James Downing introduced her to all of them, and at once she found an affinity with a pretty, slim, saucy-faced raven-haired girl of her own age by the name of Colette Durochard.
Colette had been born in Montreal of a Parisian mother and a Canadian father, now both remarried, and she had been sent to the Downing School by her step-mother to finish her last year before being entered in a private college. Colette explained to Alice that her step-mother happened to be a personal friend of Miss Sandys. "I'm glad I'm away here in private school, because I don't like my step-mother at all. Even Dad has changed towards me since he married her," Colette observed with a piquant little crinkling of her nose.
"But then you don't know how they treat you at this school," Alice said dubiously.
Colette gaily shook her head, her glossy black curls dancing at her pretty neck. "Mais non, I am new here, just like you Alice. But Noreen over there, the little blonde, she's been here a whole year and she can tell us all about it." Putting two fingers to her mouth like a boy, she whistled to draw Noreen's attention from her history text book. "Viens id-come here, do please, Noreen! Alice and I want to ask you about this place."
"Sure," Noreen got up from a comfortable armchair and walked over to them. She was seventeen years old, of medium height, with sandy blonde hair styled in a coquettish topknot at the top of her head and had a charmingly plump figure. "What do you want to know?"
"Tu sais. Noreen, this is the first week for both
Alice and me," Colette explained. "Are the teachers nice?"
Noreen flushed. "They're strict. 'Course, if you do your lessons and act nice, it's all right. But that Miss Sandys is a holy terror with the naughty girls. You know, once a girl's been punished with demerit, she has to wear what they call a penitence costume."
"Oh? What's that?" Alice nervously asked.
Noreen flushed. "They're strict. 'Course, if you do lunch yet. When she comes in, you'll see what it is. Madge got it good yesterday from Miss Sandys. She had ten demerits in a single week!"
"So what do they do to her?" Alice asked, her heart beating faster.
"You promise you won't tell? We're not supposed to tell newies about anythin' like this," Noreen eyed her two new friends. Colette and Alice both shook their heads vigorously to reassure her on that score, so she continued: "Well, just be sure you don't say a thing to Madge. The poor kid-she's sure down in the dumps enough already for havin' to wear that silly outfit. Anyway, for five black marks in the week, you get a paddlin'. On the bare, unless it's your very first time. If you get seven demerits, Miss Sandys uses the strap. If it's eight or nine, she uses the paddle and then the strap. But for ten, poor Madge got the paddle and then the strap, and after that Miss Sandys finished off with ten swats of the cane. Poor Madgie can hardly sit down today. You see, for those girls who have to stay through the summer and don't go home, Mr. Downing has summer school classes, and girls have to toe the line just like they would in regular term. Now you-you promise you won't say anything to Madgie? 'Cause I'm her best friend, 'n she'd just die if she knew I was tellin' you this?"
"You-you mean the teachers here actually wh-whip the girls?" Alice hoarsely asked, her throat suddenly very dry and her cheeks burning.
"They sure do. Sometimes, Mr. Downing does it himself, if the girl's awful naughty. Once in a while, too, they tie the girl down on a bench in assembly hall, and all the other girls have to come up on the stage and give her bottom a swat with the paddle. But that's only for real bad things, like cheating on exams or something like that." , Alice gulped. Now she knew what Aunt Abigail had meant. Never before in her life had she been spanked, but here she was going to have to try very hard to avoid it, if there were rules like this!
"So-so they just punish every Friday, is that it, Noreen?" she nervously faltered.
"Uh huh, as a rule. But once in a while, especially with new girls so they'll learn the rules quick, the teacher'll punish them when they've done something naughty right then and there. And it won't do any good to try and get out of it, you can take my word for it!" Noreen giggled, then ruefully shook her blonde head.
The dormitory door now opened and a light-brown-haired tall girl entered. She was seventeen too, with slim waist, long legs but a surprisingly ample posterior. The singular costume which she wore accentuated her charms in a most suggestive manner. There was a long gray cloth skirt, very much like a boy's, which descended to her loins and allowed just the lower part of a snug-fitting coarse black cotton pair of tights to be seen molding out her lushly rounded buttocks. These tights descended to her lower thighs, much like bloomers, but they had open and loose legs. Madge wore black cotton stockings which reached just above her knees and were held in place with elastic garters. One could see an inch or two of milky thigh between the tops of the stockings and the hems of the tights. This singular penitence costume was completed by a pair of open-toed sandals with three-inch high heels, narrow and tapering, which forced the girl to take mincing, affectatious steps and stressed the agile musculature of her legs and buttocks. Her eyes were red, her lips swollen from crying, and she walked slowly, grimacing as she did so, towards her bed. Then, uttering a doleful sigh, she stretched out on her stomach on the bed, buried her face in her hands, and began to weep softly, her shoulders shaking.
"The poor thing!" Alice fiercely whispered to Colette. "How could any teacher be so heartless?"
Colette, who was much more matter-of-fact about such things, shrugged her lovely shoulders. "Zut alors! One gets over a spanking, Alice dear. You'll see-you will too!"
"Oh no!" Alice gasped in a hoarse whisper, "I'd just die of shame! I-I never have been in all my life!"
"Oh, I have," Colette boasted with another Gallic shrug. "It's nothing, vraiment! You forget about it once it's over and done with. But just the same, I wouldn't like to have to wear that silly outfit Madge has on, c'est bein sur!"
"How long does she have to keep it on, Noreen?" Alice murmured as she glanced uneasily over at the distant bed where Madge Frawley lay sobbing as if her heart would break.
"Shhh! Not so loud!" cautioned the pretty blonde teenager. "That's up to your teacher, Alice. She can make you wear it all semester long, I know that. And once you wear it, seems like she watches you more'n ever, so you gets lots more spankings, just 'cause she knows you've been in trouble before."
"That's not fair at all," Alice hotly protested.
"Shhh! Please lower your voice, Alice, or Madgie'll know what we've been talking about! The best thing you can do here is to follow all the rules, even if you don't like the teacher. I have Miss Sandys in my class too, 'n I've learned not to make her mad at me. Well, I'd better go over and see if I can stop Madgie from cryin' anymore, the poor kid!"
With this, Noreen walked slowly over to the bed where her friend lay quivering with sobs of shame, knowing herself to be the cynosure of all eyes in that ridiculous penitence costume which she had been sentenced to wear for a full month by the inflexible dominatress, Miss Janice Sandys.
CHAPTER SIX
Greatly troubled by all that she had heard and seen, Alice Evans prepared to go to assembly hall on Monday morning at nine. Mr. James Downing, as superintendent and principal of the school, had called a general assembly of all students in order to indoctrinate the more than a dozen new pupils on the school rules. At a table in the center of the stage, the four instructresses sat, keeping careful watch on the girls who sat demurely in their seats beyond.
Mr. Downing rose and spoke unctuously, just as he had done at Abigail Winston's house, on his beliefs in shaping your minds to an impeccable standard of lady-like conduct. He then outlined the curriculum the girls would pursue, cited the necessity for constant homework and weekly class papers. Next, he went on to detail the many rewards for good conduct, such as being taken into town to see movies or a stage play (Elmview boasted a small dramatic theater which was often visited by second-run stock companies).
And then finally he mentioned the demerit system, whereby each girl would be judged fairly by her instructress, who was then empowered to administer corporal punishment when a girl had brought it upon herself through misconduct.
High on the side walls of this assembly hall, signs saying "No Talking or Whispering During Assembly" attracted Alice's wandering gaze. Mr. Downing's hypocritical words and manner irritated her a great deal, just as they had during his visit to her aunt. And then suddenly, out of sheer mischievousness and also perhaps a subconscious curiosity to learn for herself for the very first time what corporal punishment really was, she was prompted to turn to Colette and whisper the first thing that popped into her head. Colette shook her head reprovingly, made a sign with her hand that Alice wasn't supposed to whisper. But the spirited red-haired girl kept on, until suddenly Mr. Downing, pausing in the midst of a wordy peroration on the theme that everyone in this school comprised one big happy family, frowned and exclaimed: "Alice Evans! You are whispering, when the sign forbids it! You will remain after the others have been dismissed back to their classrooms."
"Ma foil Now you're really in for it, petite," Colette compassionately murmured. Alice shrugged, sat back, her cheeks flushed and her heart swiftly thudding. Now she was going to find out what it felt like, what Joanie had been so tearful about, what her Aunt Abigail had intimidated would be good for her. So then she would know and she could act accordingly.
Five minutes later, the girls were dismissed and rose to file out in an orderly and silent procession back to their four assigned classrooms. Three of the instructresses on the stage came down the short flight of steps at the left wing to escort the girls back to the classrooms, but Miss Sandys and Mr. Downing remained seated at the table.
Alice boldly stood up to confront them before they had a chance to speak to her. And she pertly exclaimed, "I know I whispered when I shouldn't have, so I'm sorry."
"You will come up here on the stage and follow us," Mr. Downing sternly retorted.
"Yes, sir!" Alice at once replied in a cool, casual tone as she started down the aisle.
"I would be very careful about being impertinent your first day, Miss Evans," Miss Sandys haughty contralto voice chided the lovely redhead as she mounted the steps to the stage and advanced towards the table, her head held high and her fists clenched, in an attitude of bold candor and a do-your-worse look on her face.
Alice wore a green silk dress, sheer flesh-colored nylon stockings and brown pumps. She was of medium height, with a ravishing figure. A bounteous nature had given her firm, high set, rounded breasts, a narrow supple waist, trim and beautifully curvaceous hips, and adorably rounded thighs and calves. Alice's flaming red hair was set with a thick curl at the top left of her forehead, and flowed in thick lustrous curls down to her shoulders at the back. Her dainty retrousse nose and her thick dark-reddish brows seem to add a piquant sauciness to her charmingly rounded face. As she stepped towards the table, her full lips curved in an expectant and courageous smile. Miss Sandys noticed this and cattily remarked, with a glance at Mr. Downing, "You apparently think this matter is a joke, Miss Evans, since you are smiling about it. I am going to do my best to change your opinion. You will kindly follow me at once!"
Mr. Downing and Miss Sandys walked to the right wing of the stage, with Alice nonchalantly following them, and they proceeded down a very short corridor, at the end of which was a door with a small, rectangular glass panel set at about head level. Glancing through it, Miss Sandys nodded, and held the door open for Mr. Downing, remarking, "They're all ready for us." Then, eyeing Alice coldly, she added, "Inside if you please!"
"I'm coming! I've come this far, I might as well go on in," Alice remarked flippantly, and she strode resolutely into the room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her bravado was sorely tried, however, when she saw that she was in a small kind of gymnasium, equipped with a padded leather horse, an upright metal triangle set in a small up-raised wooden dais, as well as trapeze bars and rings, and several tall stools to which were affixed ominous-looking straps and buckles. Finally, she perceived a huge padded leather dome-cushion fixed on the floor far beyond at her' left, on whose surfaces four heavy metal rings were attached.
Right before her was a low wide bench, at each end of which rose two metal clamps whose insides were lined with felt. At the head of the bench there stood two sturdy women, in their forties, Clara and Anna, the cook and laundress respectively of the school, whose versatile services were, however, summoned on occasions such as the one about to ensue.
"Since this is your first offense, Alice, your punishment will only be a paddling over your panties," Mr. Downing said with a righteous smirk. "Very well, ma-tons, you may prepare her."
"I can take it without being tied down, if you please," Alice retorted. But the two women had already advanced towards her, and each seized her by an elbow and forced her down on her stomach along the bench. Clara, the heavier-set and stronger of the two, seized each of Alice's slim creamy wrists in turn and locked it into the metal clamp, while Anna fixed the two lower clamps around the victim's nylon-sheathed slim ankles. Thus Alice Evans found herself tightly stretched along the bench, and she ground her teeth and closed her eyes, determined to give her executioners not the slightest satisfaction.
Anna now grasped the hems of the girl's green skirt and rolled the garment well up over Alice's generously curved, voluptuously rounded young hips, fixing it snugly high on the victim's back. The demure white slip followed, and Anna lingered to make certain that both garments were neatly rolled up tightly enough so that they would not fall down and protect the condemned posterior.
Alice's beautiful full buttocks appeared, sheathed in a pair of white silk panties daintily trimmed with lace at the hems. The creamy skin of her firm rounded thighs was exposed for a few inches above the rolled tops of her sheer stockings, which were held up by elastic garters, for Abigail Winston did not hold with pantie-girdles or suspants for a girl of Alice's adolescent age.
Instinctively, the beautiful redhead tightened the muscles of her bottom, which was full-fleshed, charmingly and appetizingly round at the summits, suavely parted by a broadening cleft which, considering the traction of her body on the bench, was suggestively hollowed out by the tightly clinging material of her panties.
Janice Sandys walked over to the right, and Alice turned her head to watch. She saw a roll of black metal hooks, such as one finds in a clothes closet, and from each there hung an implement of fustigation. There were paddles of many sizes and shapes, both of wood and of leather; birch rods both bushy and short as well as thin and supple, their ends wrapped with cloth to form a handle for the wielder; black leather straps, a thick black leather sole; several Malacca and rattan canes, and finally a short-handled whip with five thin long dangling thongs made of very supple and polished leather.
Alice gulped as she saw Miss Sandys take down a rectangular shaped brown wooden paddle, about five inches wide, twenty inches long, and about a quarter of an inch thick, whose handle had been taped for easier grasp.
Armed with this instrument by which, for the very first time in her young life, Alice was to be initiated into the mysteries of corporal chastisement, Miss Sandys returned to the bench and took her stance behind and at the left of her victim.
"A dozen will suffice, Miss Sandys," said James Downing, clearing his throat as his eyes fixed on the firm fully rounded globes offered up so virginally to the caresses of the pinewood paddle. Alice took a deep breath and closed her eyes, steeling herself. It was going to begin!
Her gaze narrowed on the area condemned to punishment, the blonde instructress slowly raised the paddle, suspended it in the air a long moment-which seemed interminable to Alice, bound down on her bench of atonement, and which of course was purposely calculated to keep the victim in an admirable state of suspense-and then suddenly brought it down with a loud Whacckk! The paddle had been applied so that its end smartly flattened against the plumpest curve of Alice's left buttock, falling vertically from on high downwards.
The unexpected shock and resultant sting of the spank made Alice convulsively jerk at her clamps, her thigh and calf muscles visibly reflexing, but no sound escaped her tightly sealed lips.
Miss Sandys, her eyes glowing, applied the second stroke in exactly the same fashion, stingingly administering the end of the paddle right down against the ripest curve of her victim's right bottomglobe.
Slowly and methodically, she dealt out the ten remaining strokes. The first four of these alternated on the plump firm globes of Alice's quivering behind, as the instructress continued to use just the end of the paddle in sharp vertical applications. However, the sixth, the seventh and eighth spanks, which were applied after a far longer pause than between any of the previous six, were given horizontally, each over both huddling buttocks and at their fullest saliency, compelling the courageous young redhead to start spasmodically under each and slightly turn her tensed, flushed face to the left.
Drawing a long shuddering breath, she waited as she heard Miss Sandys walk around the end of the bench to resume her position from the victim's right this time. And it seemed to her that it was a full minute before the ninth spank fell with a sonorous Smackkk which flattened down the base of her left buttock with an atrocious burning pain and drew a nervous jerk from her clamped wrists, as well as forcing her to lift her head slightly, her eyes opening and staring with a pained intensity.
She saw the matrons facing her, their arms impassively folded, watching her ordeal. She blushed furiously to see their eyes upon her, and then she closed her eyes to retain the semblance of the concentrated isolation between herself and her slim, cold, blonde executioner.
The tenth spank fell just as she closed her eyes, landing with a noisy Crackkk on the base of her right buttock, applied at a slightly diagonal angle-just as had been the preceding blow-and this time Alice could not help jerking her hips nervously from side to side. By now, the smarting glow throughout her bottom was becoming intense, and her young flesh twitched and shrank spasmodically as she lay waiting for the final two spanks of the sentence.
Now Miss Sandys deliberately moved forward to her victim's right in order to commandeer the entire condemned area of the pantie-sheathed quivering bottom, whose creamy skin was by this time vividly splotched with bright crimson marks from the paddle's kisses, and could be vaguely seen through the thin fabric of the clinging garment. Alice tensed her thighs to ready herself for what she knew would be a hard spank, ground her teeth stoically, and waited, her heart pounding wildly, while her pretty forehead was damp with perspiration from the suspense and the torment of her first ordeal in the realm of castigation.
But the pause became unbearable. Nervously, with a stifled gasp, Alice turned her face towards the right and opened her eyes just as Miss Sandys brought the pinewood paddle down solidly, with a wicked emphasis of its entire length, across both her buttocks and at the upper summits, flattening the resilent, ripe young flesh vigorously. Alice's pump shod feet twisted feverishly while her ankles jerked at the clamps, her head rose up, her eyes opening very wide, but still no sound emerged from her compressed, sweet red mouth.
And then almost immediately the paddle fell for the twelfth time over the base of both huddling nether globes, and Alice's punishment was finally over.
The young redhead exhaled a heartfelt sigh of relief. Her bottom smarted atrociously, and waves of hot throbbing sensation seemed to permeate deep down beneath the firm young contours of her snugly sheathed young behind.
The two matrons now came forward, unfastened the clamps, and Anna grasped Alice's waist while Clara took hold of the girl's wrists as they lifted her to her feet to stand uncertainly but courageously, with her head held high. Nonetheless, her cheeks were suspiciously flushed and her lovely large green eyes unusually bright, while her delicate nostrils twitched and flared as she faced Mr. Downing.
"How did you like that?" he inquired sarcastically.
"Was I expected to?" Alice parried with an impulsive flash of her innate bravado and high spirits.
"Why didn't you cry out?" he asked, frowning at her levity.
"Because I didn't want to, that's why!" Alice angrily responded.
"Put the girl back on the bench," Mr. Downing ordered, "and this time, lower her panties!"
"No, that's not fair! You said just a dozen, and I got them, so I've been punished quite enough!" Alice exclaimed, jerking back as Clara and Anna again took hold of her wrists and waist and forced her back down on the bench. She was ready to cry with the injustice of it all, but as she was pushed down, she caught sight of Janice Sandys' malicious smile. She determined to herself that she would rather die than cry out and satisfy that cruel woman who seemed to take such delight in spanking people.
Again her wrists and ankles were locked tight in the felt-lined metal clamps, her dress and slip rolled up almost to her neck this time, and then Alice felt Anna's heavy fingers stretching the elastic waistband of her white panties. The lovely young girl ground her teeth in furious shame, turned her face to the right and pressed her flushed cheek down on the hard wooden bench, digging her nails into her soft palms and steeling herself for this unmerited-continuation of her very first fustigation.
Anna slipped the girl's panties down to the hollows of Alice's charmingly dimpled knees, and the redhead shivered as she felt the air from the partly opened windows lave her bottom, bared for the first time in her life for punishment. The paddling had left vivid marks all over the creamy-satiny hillocks of her virgin behind, and Miss Sandys' eyes contemplated her own handiwork with a gleam of satisfaction as she once again resumed her place at Alice's left, paddle in her right hand, glancing questioningly at the superintendent.
"A dozen as before!" he sternly declared.
Alice tightened her agile young muscles in a fierce resistance, resolving to bite off her tongue rather than to make the slightest outcry. Inwardly, she raged against the unfairness of this additional punishment, and the humiliation of having to expose her naked bottom to Mr. Downing, Miss Sandys and the matrons brought near tears to her tightly shut eyes.
She lay waiting and quivering nervously, conscious not only of the air from the window caressing her tingling, smarting naked flesh, but also of the insistently throbbing pangs which the first dozen spanks had so expertly inflicted deep in her exposed and vulnerable naked young bottom.
This time, the blonde instructress sadistically lowered the paddle and pressed its full length along the left globe of Alice's bewitchingly contoured firm young bottom, to let the stoic victim know that the chastisement was about to resume and also to intimate to Alice its difference against naked flesh as compared with the thin but still protective panties now shamefully rumpled down about the victim's knee hollows.
Then the paddle was lifted, and Alice caught her breath in tense anticipation as she dug her nails into her palms to prepare herself for this resumption which she knew would be different . ...
Whackk! The paddle fell exactly down the middle of the left globe of Alice's bare bottom, just where the instructress had pressed the implement a few moments ago, and it struck with what seemed to poor Alice greater vigor than during any of the previous dozen blows. Alice's body stiffened under the crisply sonorous impact, and her eyes opened very wide, while her red lips formed a petulant little "O" of pained annoyance, but she still did not cry out.
Miss Sandys now moved to the girl's right, standing at about the level of Alice's thighs and stepping back a little.
Whackk! The tenth spank fell horizontally across the tops of both huddling, twitching, inflamed naked bottom hemispheres. Alice shook her head, opened and clenched her little fists, spasmodically clenched her thighs together, then relaxed the muscles of her burning, angrily reddened behind. Crackkkl The eleventh hurt dreadfully; Miss Sandys had brought the paddle down across the ripest curves of both defenseless naked bottom-globes, flattening their already inflamed and tenderized surfaces wickedly, and poor Alice's naked round young hips jumped and twisted in the air as her body left the whipping bench.
Crackkk! Skillfully, the very final blow was directed in exactly the same place, as Miss Sandys caught Alice's jerking posterior while it was still frantically aloft; the culprit, with a loud choking gasp, instantly flattened herself, grinding her loins to and fro on the bench. It was over!
Janice Sandys shook her head, eyeing Mr. Downing, her lips tightly pursed in vexation that she had not succeeded in drawing a single cry for mercy from the heroic young redhead's lips.
Mr. Downing made a sign. Anna and Clara, galvanized to action now, sprang forward, released Alice's wrists and ankles from the clamps, and drew her to her feet. The red-haired victim winced as she stood erect, her dress and slip falling back down to cover her flaming swollen buttocks, her panties still clinging to her knees.
"And what did you think of that, eh, Alice?" Mr. Downing asked mockingly, as he put out a hand and tilted up the girl's defiant, trembling, firm little chin and stared eagerly into her eyes to see the blurry evidence of painful tears.
Alice Evans jerked her head away and angrily exclaimed, in a vibrant voice that shook with mingling emotions: "That wasn't fair at all! You have no right to give me an extra dozen just because I didn't cry!"
"Perhaps you didn't feel this last dozen either, then, since you didn't cry at all," he maliciously commented.
"I thought so," Alice Evans gasped indignantly, "you just had her paddle me extra so you could have fun hearing me cry! Wait till I tell my Aunt Abigail about how unfair you are at your old school!" she vindictively stormed.
James Downing's face flushed angrily. "Put her back down there!" he ordered to the matrons. "This time I'll teach you a lesson myself!"
"No! You can't! I haven't done anything to deserve this extra spanking! Noooo! Let go of me-ouch-my arms-oh, you brutes, you cowards! It's unjust and it's not fair, you've no right to do it to me againohhhhh!! ! "
Struggling, trying to kick, now really frightened enough to give battle against her tormenters, lovely young Alice Evans was nevertheless thrust back down on the whipping bench, her wrists and ankles once again grasped tightly in the felt-lined metal clamps. And while Clara dragged the girl's slip and dress up over her head, blindfolding her, Anna spitefully dragged her panties down to her stockinged ankles, and poor Alice's naked, well-paddled bottom was again exposed, furiously swollen and angrily flaming from the two dozen vigorous swats applied by the implacable paddle of Miss Janice Sandys.
James Downing strode to the panoply of whipping instruments on the wall, and took down a black leather strap about three feet long, two inches wide and a good quarter of an inch thick, its handle end double thick to afford a better grasp. Then he took his place at the sobbing girl's left, raised the strap high and brought it down with a vigorous Hiss crack! diagonally over Alice's reddened bottom, the black leather smacking across her palpitating naked flesh from her right hipslope to the base of her left bottom-cheek. And this time, at last, a strident "AHHRRROOOOOHH!! " was torn from the sufferer's parted lips as Alice's head flung back, her eyes wide and blurred with glistening tears.
Furious at her courageous defiance and her flouting of him and the blonde instructress, James Downing proceeded to apply the strap mercilessly. His arm rose and fell with hardly thirty seconds' between each lash, and now under each blow, Alice screamed and sobbed, her hips tossing, rolling, jerking, twisting and grinding in the most agitated Callyphygian choreography imaginable.
Finally, after the twenty-fifth lash which striped horizontally over the broadest curves of both nether globes and tore a clamorous prolonged wail of agony from the weeping, squirming, writhing girl, Mr. Downing cast away the strap and ordered: "Take Alice to her dormitory. She will be excused from class today. But tomorrow morning, Miss Sandys, when she reports, you will give her extra work so that she can catch up with her classmates. And although this is only Alice's first offence, I want you to keep her under constant surveillance, Miss Sandys. I believe her to be a potential troublemaker, and I think you know how to deal with that kind!"
Alice, stumbling between the grip of the two matrons, was led out of the punishment room sobbing as if her heart would break, while Miss Sandys and Mr. Downing stood looking after her.
"I've a feeling that young vixen is going to need a lot of attention," murmured the handsome blonde disciplinarian.
James Downing nodded, with a sly smile. "Her charming aunt will be very grateful to you, Janice, for your pains. She wants Alice to make progress, you know."
"I've no doubt she'll visit us from time to time to see if that progress is being made," Janice Sandys said as she coquettishly shook her mannish bob and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.
"Indeed she will, my dear. Come now, you must go to your classroom. You have some very interesting pupils this semester, you know, besides Alice Evans."
"How thoughtful of you, dear James!" Janice Sandys purred. "But I'm vexed at you, just the same."
"Oh? And why?" he smilingly asked as he held the door of the punishment room open for her to pass through.
"Because that artful minx Alice Evans kept from crying until you took a hand. I really must be losing my ability."
"Not at all, not at all, my dear. Remember, judging from Miss Evans's openly defiant attitude, I feel quite certain you'll have ample opportunity to chastise that enticing, naughty posterior of hers many, many times."
"You'll see to that, darling?" the instructress murmured as she put her slim hand to his cheek and kissed him fiercely on the mouth.
"Not now, you little devil," he muttered hoarsely, "Tonight in my room. Yes, I promise that you'll have lots of chances to make Alice cry out when you spank her yourself."
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When Alice's roommates came back to the dormitory that afternoon after a final class on this the first day of the fall semester at the Downing School for Girls, they found Alice lying on her bed, her eyes red and swollen, her chin resting on her folded hands, staring moodily into space. Her new friend, the deliciously pretty Colette, consoled her after learning what had happened. "It's a terrible shame," she indignantly declared, "to punish you just because you wouldn't cry! But you had better be careful, ma cherie, because now that Miss Sandys doesn't like you, she will be looking for excuses to punish you all the time."
"I don't care!" Alice defiantly retorted. "I'll have my Aunt Abigail take me out of this awful place, you'll see. It wasn't fair at all what she and Mr. Downing did! I'll do my work and I'll be good, but just let them try to spank me again for nothing! They'll be sorry!"
Alice Evans did not have the gift of prophecy. It was she, alas, who was going to be sorry, for Abigail Winston had no intention of taking her out of this school ... in fact, her aunt had been sensually aroused by the thought of witnessing her own lovely niece undergoing a whipping, and fully intended to arrange with James Downing to make this possible, so that she could watch from a secret hiding place and observe how her beautiful and spirited niece was subjugated!
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But what neither Abigail Winston nor her lovely young red-haired niece Alice knew was that James Downing was a sexual sadist and adventurer who, having fallen heir to a large estate left him by his wildcatter father who had struck it rich with an oilgusher on one of his many test wells, had established this private school for girls mainly to cater to his own perverse lusts and also to those of wealthy clients.
For nearly all of these girls came from broken homes, or had been consigned there by well-meaning relatives for the most part. Yet there were a few next of kin who shared James Downing's lubricious penchants and paid him well to enroll their nieces or young cousins in his institution and then made periodic visits there to watch the girls undergoing whippings and even more outrageous sexual bondage. Abigail Winston had not learned that James Downing planned to enslave her niece, but when she did, she would enter into an unholy alliance with this libertine for her own warped gratification...
It was eleven at night, no lights shown in the building of the school, and only the sound of crickets could be heard in the distance. A small annex had been built on the side of the first floor of the school to provide living quarters for the four instructresses and James Downing himself. A door opened now, and Janice Sandys emerged, clad only in her bathrobe and nightgown and slippers. She glanced down the corridor, made certain no one was in view, and then tiptoed quietly down to the end of the hall and knocked softly three times at the last door, which was instantly opened to her.
"Janice darling, I've been waiting for you," James Downing murmured as he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. The tall willowy light-brown-haired instructress shivered as she pressed tightly against his sinewy body. He wore only his pajama trousers, and she could feel that he was already in a violent state of erection. Her hands cupped his cheek, as she slowly pressed herself to and fro over the point of his virile spear. "I'm dying for it, Jim," she breathed. "I only wish you could have given it to me after I'd finished with that young red-haired hussy's bottom. I was burning up!"
"Calm yourself, lover," James chuckled as he led her towards the low wide bed, then swiftly unbelted her bathrobe and let it fall to the floor at her feet. His eyes glittered at the sight of her round, high-perched titties, small but magnificently firm and adorned with pert dark coral tips which he lightly pinched through the thin nylon nightie. His eyes feasted on her lithe body, resting at last on the dark triangle between her thighs. But Janice boldly wasted no time; she put out her hand, unbuttoned his pajama trousers and drew out his lean, long and angrily throbbing cock, sucking in her breath with a gasp of delighted anticipation at the sight of its powerful tumescence. The meatus was oblong, and set off from the shaft by a wide shallow circumcisional groove.
"You were just as excited as I was, Jim, and you know it," she declared huskily. "I'm surprised you didn't send the matrons and me away and take that little bitch's cherry! I'll bet you wanted to."
"Of course I did, Janice. But there's lots of time. Miss Alice Evans is going to find herself strapped down with her big round bottom bare a good many times before this semester is over, and before it is over she will be begging me to fuck her instead of whip her. Except that I'm going to make you the villain in the piece, Janice darling. You're going to persecute her so and keep after her all the time so that she'll do just about anything to escape your thrashings on Fridays. Just make sure she gets plenty of demerits and keep her in constant suspense about them. She's very proud and spirited, just like that other girl in her dormitory and in your class, the French girl Colette."
"Ah yes, that one," Janice purred sadistically, her lips curling in a wicked little smile. "I'm longing to thrash that little bitch within an inch of her life. She thinks that because she's French and knows more of the language than I that I don't know that she's making fun of me. She'll have her turn under the paddle, don't you worry, lover. I suppose you want her too."
"I think that she and Alice will probably become great friends, because they both have pride and courage in common," James Downing predicted. "It's quite possible that we can punish them both together and amuse ourselves with them. You know that you aren't averse now and then to taking a girl to bed instead of a man like me."
"Hush up, darling," Janice Sandys had the good grace to blush as her fingers continued to fondle her lover's prick. "Just take care of me right now, that's all I need."
He stooped down, lifted up the hems of the nightie and drew it off her head. Her body was voluptuous, with that troubling suggestiveness which resulted from her mannish bob and her long legs and the haughtiness of her face. Her buttocks were upstanding ovals, tightly spaced together, and her skin was a soft baby-pink. He knelt down now and, parting the curls of her pussy, put his mouth to the pink lips of her vulva, and Janice Sandys groaned, tilted back her head, and clutched at the back of his head with her long slim fingers: "Oh God, you devil, you know how much I like that!"
"It just proves what I said a moment ago, Janice lover," he teased her as he rose and lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. "If you train Colette or Alice to do that to you, I venture to say you'd be just as excited as I'm going to make you now."
"Oh shut up and just fuck me, Jim darling," Janice Sandys impatiently groaned as she wriggled onto her back, spread her thighs and held up her arms to him.
A moment later, after he had husked off his shorts and clambered atop her, she was groaning with delight and arching her loins under his vigorous thrusts. Her long legs wrapped around his, and her arms locked over his back as their mouths merged. And together principal and instructress had their own unholy but blissful alliance as they planned new humiliations and sexual indignities for the lovely girls consigned to their tender mercies.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alice Evans made her debut into Janice Sandys' class on the second day of the new semester, which was Tuesday, since Superintendent James Downing had ordered that she remain out of class the day before after the double paddling and strapping which she had incurred by her venturesome nature in trying to challenge his authority. The blonde instructress put her in a front-row seat where, as she announced for all the class to hear and giggle at, "I can keep an eye on you, Alice, because in my book you are very likely to get into a good deal of mischief before the semester is over."
The red-haired adolescent resented this singling out before her classmates, and vowed to get even. She had not forgiven Miss Sandys for the latter's cruelty towards her in administering the second and undeserved dozen paddle spanks. But thus being warned, Alice was sensible enough to be on her good behavior for the first week, so that no untoward incident took place.
But the second week was disaster itself for the lovely niece of Abigail Winston.
On Friday afternoon, Alice Evans was forced to watch while. Janice Sandys summoned three tearful pupils up to her desk, made them lift skirt and petticoat, and then go across her knee with panties slowly rolled down to expose their naked bottoms to the stinging smacks of a ruler or a short handled rather squat little wooden paddle. In the case of the third girl, Penelope Fisher, who was nearly seventeen and very well developed for her age, Janice Sandys "prepared" the spanking terrain with a vigorous manual chastisement of a good forty slaps which made Penelope's plump, pale white-skinned bottom a fiery red before the instructress used the ruler twenty times. Penelope was also condemned to wear the penitence costume for two weeks.
This further demonstration of strict corporal discipline, instead of putting Alice Evans more on her guard than ever because of what she had already experienced herself the very first day of school, kindled her young ire to the point of wanting some kind of retaliation on the vindictive young woman.
And so that weekend, she told Colette of her plans. She had found a tack which had fallen from the bulletin board in the hallway, and she was going to put it on Miss Sandys' chair on Tuesday next. Colette applauded this scheme, for she had no reason to be fond of the instructress either. Both girls were unusually demure and quiet during the Monday classes, and perhaps Janice Sandys suspected that they were up to no good, for she took pains to give them extra homework which they were to bring the next day ... the day on which Alice Evans's fatal miscue took place.
No sooner had the attractive secret mistress of James Downing taken her place at the desk and seated herself, than she stood up with a cry of pain, felt gingerly behind her and discovered that a tack had caused the sudden sharp pain which had affronted her posterior. She brought it out in front of her and examined it, and Colette could not help giggling, while the other girls struggled heroically to keep from showing mirth over their teacher's discomfiture.
"I see that we have a prankster in our midst, girls,"
Janice Sandys angrily declared, "and I want to know who did this. You will have two minutes to announce the name of the culprit to me, or I shall put you all on demerits and ask Mr. Downing to see that each one of you receives a sound spanking. For in my opinion, if you don't tell me who the offender was, you are all guilty of conspiracy."
Colette and Alice exchanged a quick glance of dismay. This was not at all what they had intended. And it wouldn't be fair to sentence all the other girls in class to be punished just because of what they had done. So Alice courageously rose from her seat and, her head high, arms at her side, stated, "That's unfair to punish them all and you know it is, Miss Sandys. I put the tack on your chair, if you want to know."
Colette, not to be outdone by her friend's bravery and integrity, also rose now and exclaimed, "And I helped her!"
"I see," Janice Sandys' face showed a sadistic delight. "I think you two girls had better come with me to Mr. Downing's office at once. Martha Douglas, will you monitor the class until I can return? And be sure to mark down anyone who whispers or makes a nuisance of herself, you understand me?"
"Oh yes, Miss Sandys, I'll see that they behave," Martha Douglas simpered.
"How are you going to punish us, Mr. Downing?" Alice asked, still unable to suppress her natural bravado.
"You are going to be paddled by the entire school," was James Downing's curt retort. "And if you stand here arguing with me Alice, your paddling will be doubled or tripled. Now get back to class at once and not a word out of you all day long, you understand me?"
"Yes, sir," Alice mutinously muttered as she turned and left the office with Janice Sandys triumphantly escorting her and Colette back to the classroom.
At the final bell, Janice Sandys stepped forward onto the platform of her desk and announced, "Girls, you are to report at once to the assembly hall, where Colette and Alice are to be punished for their outrageous conduct this morning." Then, ordering the two lovely culprits to come forward and stand beside her, she waited until all the girls had filed out of the classroom and remarked to them, "I think, young ladies, your ebullience is going to be somewhat dampened before the end of the afternoon. Follow me at once!"
About fifteen minutes later, the fifty-eight pupils of the Downing School were seated in the assembly hall, and James Downing sat in front of the table at the back of the middle of the stage, along with the three other teachers. At the foreground of the stage, there were two low flat benches, each with wrist and ankle clamps affixed at their ends, and Clara and Anna, the two buxom gray-haired matrons, stood with folded arms and impassive expressions awaiting the culprits. A moment later, Janice Sandys emerged from the left wing of the stage with Alice Evans and Colette Durochard behind her.
She led them before the tribunal table, where James Downing sternly addressed the two crestfallen young girls: "You are to be punished in front of the entire school, Alice and Colette, because what you have done is an act of rebellion against one of my own staff, which is the same as defying my own authority as superintendent and principle of this school. You are to be paddled by your own classmates, which is a fitting punishment since you have unnecessarily and dangerously involved them all in your insubordination. They will see that through their own participation in your chastisement this afternoon, how wrong it is and how risky, too, to attempt insolent and thoughtless defiance to authority." Then, with a gesture to the two matrons, he added, "Prepare them!"
Clara seized Alice by the wrists and led her over to one of the benches, while Anna took charge of Colette.
Both girls were made to lie down flat on their stomachs on the benches. Their wrists and ankles were swiftly locked into the felt-lined metal clamps. Then Alice's dress and slip were rolled up neatly to her shoulder blades, and the matron affixed a safety pin to the garments to prevent them falling back over her condemned posterior. The other matron did the same for Colette. The French-Canadian brunette was really enchanting in her nubile beauty. Her buttocks were firm, saucy ovals, very tightly spaced and with hardly the sign of the sinuous crease separating them as she tightened all her muscles and awaited this ignominious public punishment. Her thighs were long and gracefully slender, and her calves were high-set and beautifully muscled. She, like Alice, wore white nylon panties, which would hardly be any protection. On a footstool in front of the two whipping benches, two rectangular, flexible pinewood paddles reposed. Now that all was in readiness, Mr. Downing announced, "Each of you girls in turn, starting with the front row and the girl at the far left, will come up on the stage, take up one of the paddles and apply a good sound spank to Alice and then Colette. She will put the paddle back on the footstool and return to her seat and the next girl will proceed and so on. You may commence."
Alice looked over at her raven-haired friend and whispered, "I won't cry, I'll show them!" And Colette, with a little shiver, hearing the footsteps of the first girl onto the stage, whispered back, "I will do my best to be as brave as you, dear Alice! The worse thing about it will be the long waiting."
A long wait indeed, for there were fifty-eight girls and it took several moments for each to ascend the stage, take up the paddle, approach the left and administer a noisy smack across Alice's lusciously rounded pantie-sheathed bottom, then cross over to the other bench and administer an equally stinging smack to Colette's delightfully jouncy bottom-ovals. From time to time, James Downing would call out admonishments to this or that girl who, in his estimation had not applied the spank vigorously enough. As a matter-of-fact, the tenth girl, a pretty thirteen-year-old who was blushing and very hesitant, was ordered to repeat the spanks to each of the two culprits, and even then was threatened by Mr. Downing with a spanking of her own for not showing the proper amount of good will.
The ordeal seemed interminable, and by the twenty-fifth spank, Alice began to turn her face towards the left to watch the advent of her next young executioner. Her palms were moist with sweat, and she stiffened herself and closed her eyes under each burning impact of the pinewood implement. The spanking was perhaps harder to bear because one could not calculate to what degree of intensity the blow would fall nor exactly where. Some of the girls administered the paddle horizontally across both globes, while others spanked only one cheek or the other, and still others aimed their stroke diagonally. By thirty-five, Alice had begun to gasp out each time the paddle bit against her inflamed bottom, and the bright red hue of corporal punishment was plainly visible through the gauzy white nylon panties which sheathed her voluptuously rounded behind.
Colette was just as brave. Her teeth were set, her lips parted in a rictus of stoic defiance, and her magnificent pear-shaped titties rose and fell more and more tumultuously as the spanking progressed. By forty, Alice called out "Owww!" as a sixteen-year-old brunette brought the paddle down sharply across the base of both huddling bottomglobes, and her body jerked fitfully on the whipping bench. The girl crossed over to Colette, paused a moment, raised her arm high and then brought the paddle down with all her might slantingly across both buttocks. Colette's head tilted back, her eyes widened with anguish, big tears gleaming, as she groaned, "Ohhhoooooh! Ca me brulel (It's burning me!)"
By the time the fifty-eighth spank had been administered to each girl's squirming and swollen bottom, Alice was crying softly and so was Colette. Janice Sandys glanced at her lover, her eyes sparkling with sensual pleasure. He gave an imperceptible nod and then rose to address the assembly: "Since this is an act of mutiny against the school, I feel that a very severe and unforgettable punishment is called for. Matrons; you will remove Alice's and Colette's panties, and then as before each pupil of the school will come onto the stage to administer a god hard spank with the paddle. Proceed!"
"Oh no! That isn't fair, it isn't fair to do that!" Alice cried out tremulously, raising her head and fixing James Downing with tear blurred eyes. "I'll take the spanking, but you don't have to have me undressed in front of everybody, you know you don't!"
"Don't say any more, please, cherie," Colette tearfully whispered, "he'll only make it harder on you!"
"You are not giving orders in this school, Alice Evans," James Downing coldly answered, "and for talking back, the last fifteen girls will give you two spanks each on your naked behind. Proceed now!"
The two matrons approached the shipping benches, inserted their fingers in the waistbands of the thin nylon panties and yanked them down to the ankles of the victims. Alice's lusciously rounded behind was furiously and vividly blotched with the imprint of the pinewood paddle, and here and there where the blows had been concentrated-particularly on the summits-the marks were very dark as against the bright and angry red elsewhere. Colette's lovely oval-shaped posterior had been similarly discolored, and now she burst into tears in shame as she felt herself naked, and ground her pussy hard against the rough wooden bench to hide herself from the prying eyes of her classmates.
Once again the spanking proceeded. As before, each girl rose in turn from her place in the assembly hall, ascended the stage, took up one of the paddles, lifted it over Alice's inflamed bottom, brought it down with a vigorous crackk! and then passed over to Colette.
This ceremonial was interrupted after the fortieth girl had inflicted one spank each on those pitifully blazing bottoms, for now each of the next girls on to the final pupil stood beside Alice's bench and dealt her two hard swats before crossing over to Colette to inflict only one.
Alice and Colette were crying and sobbing hysterically by now, but neither of these lovely brave girls had uttered a single plea for mercy, which angered the black-haired superintendent. Their bottoms bounded, jerked, wriggled and twisted frantically each time the paddle fell on their naked seats, and in her furious squirmings, lovely black-haired Colette often arched herself up so high from the bench that one could glimpse the thicket of black curls nestling at the apex of her long sleek thighs.
At last the final blows fell upon those two bruised shuddering, violently discolored naked bottoms, and the two girls were left on their benches, groaning and weeping, their bodies shaken by intermittent spasms of implacable burning suffering.
Mr. Downing rose to give a final address to the impressed pupils, who were then dismissed. After the assembly hall had been cleared, the matrons freed Colette and Alice, who could hardly stand, and who were oblivious to the immodesty of their half-nakedness as they were led stumbling off the stage to the infirmary.
CHAPTER NINE
Alice Evans had no way of knowing that her aunt had witnessed this public chastisement by the entire school. For James Downing, on hearing what Alice and Colette had done to their instructress, had telephoned her and urged her to drive to the school late that afternoon to watch the assembly-hall retribution which her spirited red-haired niece was to pay for her defiance.
The attractive spinster had taken full advantage of Mr. Downing's invitation, and had been taken by him behind the stage and seated in a comfortable armchair. A one-way glass panel set in the wall at the back of the stage enabled her to see every detail of her niece's paddling, first over the thin nylon panties and then on the flaming, swollen, wriggling buttocks of the courageous young sufferer. After her niece and Colette had been taken to the infirmary, Abigail Winston went to Mr. Downing's office where they closeted themselves for some little time. "It was an exciting spectacle, Mr. Downing, and I want to thank you for it," Abigail Winston said in an unsteady voice. She had been sexually roused by watching her lovely young niece's body jerking under the paddle swats, and the lips of her pussy were moist and twitching. "I am glad to see that at this school no partiality is shown to anyone.
When my niece deserves correction, I wish her to receive it."
Mr. Downing inclined his head with a knowing little smile. "I am happy to see that you are so modern in your outlook towards disciplinary education, Miss Winston," he replied. "In view of your interest, you might wish to be notified again in the event that Alice has not profited from this very painful lesson."
"Indeed I should like it very much, Mr. Downing. Ah, I wish there were more men like you in our educational systems throughout the country. You are doing such useful work. If my poor niece had had such vigilant supervision during her early years, she would not now require such drastic measures."
"That's very true, my dear lady. And may I be permitted a personal comment?"
"If you wish, certainly."
"I find you exceptionally attractive, and although it is none of my business, I marvel that no intelligent man has won you for himself, Miss Winston," the suave black-haired superintendent ingratiatingly murmured.
Abigail Winston's face flamed instantly, and she lowered her eyes, but she could not hide the telltale heaving of her really magnificent bosom. She had remained a spinster all these years because, in her twenties, her fianc� had proved unfaithful with another woman, and then tried to pacify her by making love to her. She had indignantly rebuffed him, but she had regretted it for years after. Independent and wealthy, she had no need to go begging for male affection, and so she had remained unwed. But this was not to say that she did not experience, from time to time, violent sexual desires, which she had until now assuaged by means cf her own delicate forefinger in the dark as she lay in bed. And now that she had actually seen her beautiful and desirable niece stripped half-naked and bound to a whipping bench and squirming and twisting and crying out under the pinewood paddle, her mind was flooded with lewd images which roused her smoldering passions to an almost ungovernable degree.
"Perhaps you will do me the honor of having dinner with me this evening, Miss Winston," James Downing murmured as he stood very close to her.
"Why, that would be very nice, Mr. Downing."
"James, if you will, my dear Miss Abigail," he insisted. She was trembling now as his arms passed around her waist, and Alice Evans would have been struck dumb with incredulity could she have seen this supposedly dour spinster blush and tremble like a veritable schoolgirl. And even more over what now ensued: for as she felt James Downing's arm around her supple waist, the handsome spinster suddenly and impulsively flung her arms around his neck and kissed him hotly on the mouth.
"Oh my dear Abigail," he muttered hoarsely, "you don't know how happy you've made me! When I first met you, after you were kind enough to phone me after reading my brochure, I was smitten with you. But I didn't dare hope-how lovely you are, how intelligent and beautiful!"
These words, the first such ever addressed to Abigail Winston, completed her transformation from the strict and taciturn spinster into a shy and tremblingly yielding virgin-for such she indeed was.
And so that night, while Alice sobbed herself to sleep and Colette, in the next bed, also red eyed and tearful, held out her hand in solace, Alice's handsome aunt and the superintendent of the Downing School for Girls had dinner in a fashionable little restaurant in Crestwood, about halfway between the school and Abigail Winston's home. From there he took her to a little inn, where he had often brought his attractive female instructresses for just such an illicit rendezvous as this.
"What must you think of me, James?" Abigail Winston stammered as the door closed and was locked behind them, "I'm ashamed of myself-something like this has never happened to me before!"
"It's high time it did, for you've been unjustly hiding your beauty away from a sensitive and lonely person like myself, dear Abigail," he murmured. His kisses were expert, and as his hands discreetly began to roam over her trembling, slim body, Abigail Winston experienced a furious lustful urge which made the lips of her cunt quiver and grow moist again, even more ardently then when she had secretly watched her niece's punishment.
And when at last his hands fixed on the panting, ripely full widely spaced pears of her titties, she nearly swooned in his arms. "Love me, oh James, love me," she breathed, her eyes closed, her body filled with a sweet languor.
Expertly and swiftly he undressed her down to pantie girdle and bra, and his eyes blazed at the sight of her voluptuously mature body. Once the high-necked, low-skirted dress and all too modestly cut slip were removed, Abigail Winston's body took on the enticement of an houri's. Her skin was pale white, and once he had loosened the prim bun of her dark brown hair, and let it tumble about her slim shoulders, she aroused in him as much lust as any of his four lovely instructresses. On the bed, her face averted and her eyes closed, still fearful of the virgin loss which was inevitable now, Abigail Winston panted and gasped and sighed as his sinewy fingers deftly unhooked the bra and slipped it off, and when she tried to cover her titties with her hands and to protest in a faint voice, he overcame even that resistance by seizing her wrists, plunging his face in the warm moist valley of those pale white titties with their dark coral aurolae and tumescently stiffened buds and kissing and licking the quivering flesh until she arched and writhed in a veritable torment of lubricity.
She had long supple thighs and elegantly curved calves, and when the pantie girdle at last was removed and she lay trembling and blushing, her hands over her face, clad only in the gunmetal-gray nylons and low-heeled pumps, her hair tumbled about her shoulders and cheeks, she was indescribably provocative. She had an enormously thick bush of dark brown curls covering her virgin cunt, and James Downing, while fondling one of her pear-titties with one hand, began to stroke her inner thighs and belly, till at last his fingers trailed over the mossy curls of her pubis. All her inhibitions were being swept away now, and though she kept protesting in a choking voice, "Oh James-oh darling-you mustn't-please-I can't-truly, I can't go through it with-oh darling, what are you doing to me?" she did not resist when at last his forefinger slipped between the thick curls and found the moist petals of her quim and began to tickle them in a circular and slyly slow maneuver. Arching and squirming, as if her loins had taken possession of her very being-and so indeed they had-Abigail Winston fairly begged to be fucked, though not in so many words. Her face was still averted and scarlet, her eyes closed, but the spasmodic flarings of her nostrils told him that she would offer no resistance at the supreme moment of cohesion.
Swiftly he took off his shorts and undershirt, applied a rubber condom, and crept between her thighs, his lips fixing on one of her nipples and sucking it till she groaned in delight. She opened her eyes and uttered a cry at this intimate nearness, feeling his masculine, sinewy body atop hers, she tried ineffectually to push him away, but again he grasped her hands, and kissed her on the mouth and inserted his tongue, and once again Abigail Winston was lost.
Her body arched as she felt the tip of his prick throb through the fleecy curls of her snatch and at last pry between the twitching moist lips of her virgin cunt. He pressed forward delicately and lingeringly, and the sensation was intolerably delicious, overcoming all her prudery and her fears of this first atrocious rift in the hymenial seal of her long-held virginity. But as his lips kept sucking her nipple, and as his fingers released her wrists to slip under her body and squeeze her resilient buttocks, Abigail Winston cast aside all restraint and hugged him madly as she groaned, "Oh give it to me, James darling, I need it, give it to me now!"
Setting his teeth, he thrust forward, and Abigail Winston uttered a shriek as she felt the barrier to bliss give way before the brunt of his advancing lance. She twisted and tried to wrest herself away, but it was too late. He had harpooned her and was now in her to his balls. There he lingered, wisely, waiting for the tumultuous fury of her contrasting emotions to recede, and then again he began to kiss her nipples alternately, flicking them with the tip of his tongue, while his hand stroked her sides and hips until her nervous shuddering had diminished.
Then he began to fuck her slowly with deep probing thrusts that ground his hairs against hers, and soon Abigail Winston forgot all else except the intolerable and cumulative bliss-torment which this frictional penetration was achieving within her sacred citadel of Venus.
And, a few hours later, as she lay sprawled on the rumpled bed, her once harsh features glowing and relaxed with a kind of tremulous girlish smile, her tumbled hair covering one cheek, her nipples wet and slick from his sucking and kissing, she fondled his prick and crooned, "Oh James darling, it was a miracle! I'm so glad you sent me that brochure-or I'd never have had all this! I love you so, my darling!"
"As I love you, Abigail," he suavely replied, for this black-haired libertine was an egotist who cared only for his own gratification. And he meant to exploit Alice's aunt in achieving ultimately his secret goal: that of fucking red-haired adolescent Alice Evans herself!
CHAPTER TEN
But James Downing proceeded very carefully against Abigail Winston's niece, for as a true voluptuary, the pleasures of anticipation greatly titillated him as opposed to the immediate and brutally crude method of immediate coercion. For he knew that he had tacit approval from Alice's aunt to employ disciplinary measures with her which would in their own course ensupple this fiery-natured young beauty to capitulate on her own terms when the proper time came.
A month had passed, and fortunately for herself, Alice had escaped any further punishments from the hand of Janice Sandys, though the latter had imposed extra homework and recitation periods upon her rebellious young charge in an attempt to antagonize the red-haired adolescent and make her commit the fault which would lead at once to reckoning.
But the severe paddling which poor Alice had received in the assembly hall had temporarily taught her caution if not entire wisdom. Besides, the regular Friday afternoon settlements of demerits by her classmates afforded her ample opportunity to see how unwise it was to flout educational authority.
A further change had been made by transferring Colette out of Alice's dormitory and substituting a plump bespectacled honey-haired seventeen-year-old girl by the name of Doramae Phillips, who happened to be one of Janice Sandy's favorite pupils and was also a go-between and informer. Moreover, Doramae was seated next to her in class on this first day of the new school week, and Janice Sandys caustically remarked that Colette had been reassigned to the last row to her left at the back to prevent any note passing or whispering between the two girls, an announcement which drew stifled giggles from the other girls and made Alice's face redden with anger.
At noon, before breaking for lunch, the light-brown-haired instructress dryly remarked, "Class, over the weekend I conferred with our superintendent, and we have decided on a new demerit system for Friday punishments. Mr. Downing feels that many of you girls, especially the new ones, are much too lax in your attitude towards rules and study, so he has authorized me to set up my own private system. I suggest that you make notes, all of you, so that you can refer to them from time to time, especially if I have marked you down for a demerit or two. If you are smart, you will try hard not to accumulate enough demerits to put your name in the list of girls who remain after three o'clock every Friday afternoon for punishment.
By now, too, Alice Evans was wearing a special school uniform which had been decided upon by James Downing himself. Every girl in the school, no matter how young, was obliged to wear it-unless, of course, she happened to be sentenced to the penitence costume which Madge Frawley had been compelled to don. Consequently, the red-haired adolescent looked extremely charming in her white short sleeved silk blouse, black silk skirt, and black nylon hose which were held up at mid-thigh by elastic garters. She wore a white nylon slip and matching bra and panties, and her aunt had made her a present of her first high-heeled black leather pumps.
She sat now listening to this announcement with hands demurely folded in her lap. Janice Sandys smiled at her and added, "I particularly suggest that you, Miss Evans, and you, Miss Durochard, take notes. After all, you are the two most likely candidates for getting into trouble during a week's class work." A louder titter went around the room at this slur aimed at the two lovely young rebels who had only a month ago suffered a public paddling from the hands of each and every girl in the entire school. But as Janice Sandys continued to eye Alice, the latter flushed hotly and responded in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Sandys, I don't have a pencil with me."
"Are you trying to be impertinent, Alice?"
"No, Miss Sandys, I said I was sorry," Alice stammered, fighting the impulse to blurt out a less respectful phrase.
"Well, Alice, I'm sorry too," the svelte blonde instructress retorted with a mocking smile, "because I shall have to mark down two demerits opposite your name in the Friday account book." And she did exactly that.
"I really don't think that's very fair, Miss Sandys, begging your pardon," Alice said courteously.
"And one more for arguing, Alice," Janice Sandys made another mark with her black pencil in the notebook.
Alice bit her lips and turned scarlet with mortification, but held back the furiously indignant reply that leaped to her pretty mouth. Already three demerits on the first day of this new week was not exactly an encouraging start.
"I'll furnish you with a pencil if you wish, Alice," Miss Sandys now volunteered.
"Yes, please. Thank you very much, Miss Sandys."
"You are welcome. But not welcome enough to have any of those three black marks erased," was the retort which drew a widespread giggling from the class over Miss Sandys' repartee.
Biting her lips, Alice took the pencil which the light-brown-haired instructress offered, bent her head and industriously wrote in her composition book, "Rules."
"Very good," Janice Sandys sarcastically resumed. "Now that Alice is up to date, all of you may begin to write down these demerit scores and what they will mean. If by Friday afternoon, any girl has five demerits, she will receive fifteen spanks with the paddle over her panties. For six demerits, the same number but with her panties lowered. Seven demerits will oblige her to submit her bare bottom to a good hand spanking, followed by a dozen hard smacks with the paddle. For eight, the punishment will be a preliminary hand spanking, then twenty with the paddle, soundly and slowly applied. If any of you is luckless enough to register nine demerits, you will receive hand spanking, twenty strokes with the paddle, and then half a dozen good hard spanks with the leather strap. Ten demerits calls for a hand spanking, twenty-five with the paddle, and a dozen with the strap. Beyond ten, any offender who receives that number within the week will report to Mr. Downing's office where she may be sentenced either to a private whipping by the principle himself, to public punishment before the entire school, or he may refer the guilty girl back to me with a recommendation as to her special correction which I shall then be authorized to inflict."
There were gasps at the sternness of this new regimen, as the girls hastened to write down what they had just heard, glancing wide eyed at each other.
"I have also asked Mr. Downing to let me put into vogue still another ruel. It is this: if any girl receives two public punishments within a single semester, she will be compelled to wear a specially designed punishment dress which will constrict her freedom of movement quite a good deal."
She paused to look around her and observe the effect of these announcements on the faces of her lovely young pupils, and then concluded: "And finally, I have the honor to inform you that Mr. Downing has just opened a branch of his school in Branton, which is about fifty miles north of here. The other three teachers who have been with us until now are going to be transferred there starting next Monday, and in their place you will be introduced to Miss Ardis Chanley, who will direct girls of fourteen and fifteen; I shall continue with the sixteen and seventeen-year-olds, and a Miss Athena Urnshaw will take the eighteen-year-olds, and a Miss Joyce Simms will take over the youngest, the thirteen-year-olds. Now you may go to lunch."
Janice Sandys herself was more than a little perturbed about these changes. She believed herself to be James Downing's unofficial fiancee, but she had never found out that he had had sexual relations with the three other handsome instructresses. It was true that she was his favorite because of her ability to inflict corporal punishment, but he had no intention whatsoever of marrying her. But what Janice Sandys was unaware of was that on the previous Saturday, a mysterious and very wealthy patroness had visited James Downing and stayed with him in his office for several hours. Wearing a veil and tight-fitting black dress, spike-heel black kid pumps, the exotic visitor had offered to put a considerable endowment at his disposal if he would add to his present educational methods a phase of special feminine training to which she herself was intensely devoted.
The veil could not entirely hide a strikingly handsome and authoritative face as the woman, who called herself Miss Sedgwick, continued: "I am a firm believer in beauty and poise, and the time to train girls to achieve these attributes is during their schooling, as a regular part of their curriculum. In this way their natural and nubile charms, through the discipline of constriction, are developed to logical ends. When a girl is trained to walk in high heels, to submit her curves to the lacings of tight corsets, or garments of rubber and leather so that her movements must comply with the coercion of her attire, she learns self-control and humility, and acquires a patrician grace in all her steps and gestures for the time she reaches womanhood."
He had been fascinated by her theme as much as by her enigmatic and mysterious beauty. She had handed him a slip of paper on which she had written a sum of money in five figures which had made him whistle in disbelief, telling him that this would be at his disposal if he would open another branch of his school in Bran-ton and name one of her dearest friends, a Miss Henrietta Ames, as principle. She also pointed out that among her friends were three very capable and reasonably intelligent young women who had had excellent schooling, not only in languages, history and the arts, but were also experienced in training girls to humility through constriction and discipline. "Still another friend of mine, Mr. Downing, is a renowned dressmaker and designer who will fabricate the beautiful coercional garments of leather, rubber and kid which your pupils and those which you will have at Branton will wear. I myself will see to it that this new school is not only well endowed, but also receives adequate enrollment to justify your opening it."
James Downing had foreseen that such a regime would enable him to satisfy his sexual lusts all the more, for the elements of bondage and fetishism, when imposed upon the impressionable young beauties of his school, would be certain to render their subjugation all the more readily. And since he was a lover of the esthetic and the exotic as well, he at once agreed to Miss Sedgwick's singular proposal. . .
Now on Friday morning, the three new instructresses whom the mysterious Miss Sedgwick had recommended arrived for their interview with James
Downing, prior to taking over the places of Janice Sandys' colleagues. Miss Sedgwick had already held the ownership of a large building in Branton, which was being remodeled on much the same format as the present Downing School for Girls and which, it was estimated, would be ready to open by the first of November. Meanwhile, about a dozen new enrollees were already beginning their work in Miss Sedgwick's palatial home on the outskirts of this charming little town, and the three handsome young women who would soon inaugurate the new regime at the original school had been giving them their lessons so that they would not fall too far behind until they could take up their quarters in the new building.
Janice Sandys had met these three beauties, and her face had been dark with jealousy when she had observed her lover's attentiveness towards them. Ardis Chanley was a slim, coppery-haired young Diana of about twenty-four, with a classically oval face, firm chin and dainty snub nose, but the authoritative quality of her voice and haughty bearing would at once give every girl to understand that there would be no laxity of conduct permitted. Athena Urnshaw was black-haired, twenty-six, superbly poised and quite tall, with an hour-glass figure which suggested that beneath her black satin dress she wore a tightly sheathing corselet-as indeed she did. As for Joyce Simms, she was twenty-nine, dark-brown-haired, a young Juno with magnificent bosom and hips to match, her waist breathtakingly narrow, and her imperious face with high-set cheekbones and thick, expressive brows and full sensual mouth seemed to compel respect and obedience from the very outset.
It was further agreed that while rubber and leather constriction and penance garments were prescribed as regular wear for those naughty girls who had received two or more public chastisements during any semester, the mysterious Miss Sedgwick had requested that the girls between sixteen and eighteen spend at least an hour of each day wearing them and exercising, walking and performing graceful maneuvers so as to be acquainted with the necessity for body tone, discipline and feminine poise at all times in later life.
But this mysterious benefactress who went about veiled to conceal her identity and who called herself "Miss Sedgwick" was none other than Abigail Winston ... and these four attractive young women, including Henrietta Ames who was to be principle of the Branton branch of Mr. Downing's school, were young women who had responded to an advertisement in the Tulsa and Oklahoma City papers and been interviewed by her after thorough screening as to their own predilections.
Abigail Winston had become transfigured by that act of passion which had flung her mature virginal body into James Downing's arms.
It was therefore with somewhat troubled mind that Janice Sandys came at last to the final bell of the Friday afternoon class. She foresaw in these three beauties rivals for James Downing's affection, not knowing that all three of them were definitely Lesbian in their own sexual preferences and had no interest whatsoever in the male.
With those three demerits given to her on the preceding Monday, Alice had concentrated on her behavior and school work all through the rest of the week, determined not to give the ever-vigilant Miss Sandys any opportunity to punish her on this Friday afternoon. And when the final bell rang at three, she smiled secretively to herself because she had managed to come through this week without another demerit registered against her name in that black notebook kept on the desk in plain sight of all.
Janice Sandys now picked it up and announced "Now then, class, as is our rule at Downing School for Girls, it's time once more to erase the bad marks for misconduct, poor scholastic work and other punishable offenses. Attention to the roll call of girls who are set down here for punishment."
A breath of silence suddenly fell on the classroom. Alice lowered her eyes meekly, keeping her face as expressionless as possible so as not to antagonize her nemesis. Satisfied with this humility, Janice Sandys began: "Madge Frawley, one demerit. I'm sorry, Madge, but you know our rules. Once you have had to wear the special penitence costume, you must go through an entire week without a single demerit before you can go back to the usual uniform. And since you have been unfortunate enough to have a bad mark against you, even though it's only one, you will be punished with the others. Ten spanks with the paddle over your punishment bloomers!"
"Oh, dear, I tried so hard!" Madge exclaimed in anguish, amid suppressed giggles from those seated near her.
"I know you did, Madge, and if you continue to try very hard again next week, you may reach next Friday afternoon with an unblemished record. Now to the next name: Charlene Jenson, seven demerits for whispering in class, a very bad mark on yesterday's examination, and general inattentiveness throughout the week."
"Oh please, please, not so many, please, Miss Sandys," stammered pretty Charlene, a most attractive seventeen-year-old slim, light-brown-haired girl who looked quite mature and whose spacious hips were accentuated by a very trim waist. She had had the paddle already twice during this semester, but each time only over her panties. Since she was essentially shy, her awareness that seven demerits meant the obligation of lowering her panties to Miss Sandys' expert disciplinary attentions was crushingly embarrassing for the pretty young brunette.
"You're lucky I didn't give you more, Charlene!
You seem to have had your mind on other things besides your lesson. Well, perhaps your punishment this afternoon will bring your wandering thoughts back to them. And not another word on the subject! Next Virginia Henshaw, eight demerits!"
"Oh gee gosh!" blurted the culprit to the amusement of all.
"Finally, Marjorie Meredith, six demerits for poor marks in both oral and written examinations. That concludes the roll call of punishments, girls. You will, as is our custom, remain seated until each of the naughty girls I have named has completed her settling of accounts."
Alice Evans heaved a sigh of relief and, thoughtlessly, murmured almost audibly, "Thank goodness!"
But since she had been moved to the very front row, even that faint murmur could be heard by the keen ears of Janice Sandys, who, with a mocking curl of her thin lips, sarcastically remarked, "Did you say something, Miss Evans? I thought I heard you give an opinion on my announcement."
"Yes, Miss Sandys, I just said, "Thank goodness!'" Alice replied, instantly regretting not having been more careful.
"And why, may I ask, did you say that, Miss Evans? Would you honor us all with an explanation?"
"Well," Alice said with a flash of irritation at the way this insolent overbearing young woman was showing that she had it in for her right in front of everybody, "if you must know, it's because my name's not on the list. That's why I said what I did."
"I see. Well, Miss Evans, you are mistaken, then. I think your last remark can be safely graded as insolence. For insolence, the usual minimum demerits total two. Since you already have three after your name, the addition of two makes five, if my mathematics are correct. And five, as you quite well know, Miss Evans, renders you liable to punishment. You shall be the last in line to receive it."
Alice clenched her fists and opened her mouth, but her guardian angel told her that any sign of indignation, certainly justifiable under the circumstances but impractical all the same, would only give Janice Sandys a perfect pretext for augmenting the punishment. So, her face turning very red, she closed her mouth and looked down at her book while Janice Sandys sniffed with pleasure and then stepped back onto the platform, her eyes narrowing as she now took on the role of executioner: "Madge Frawley, stand up and come forward!" she summoned the first victim.
With a choking sob, pretty Madge rose and slowly made her way down the aisle, her classmates gawking at her as she passed by wearing the uniform of disgrace, the gray cloth shirtwaist whose tail, like a man's shirt, lowered over the pair of coarse gray cloth bloomers whose hems ended just above her dimpled knees, the black low-heeled shoes and black cotton stockings rising only to the knee hollows and secured by tight elastic garters over which the tops were rolled.
"You may bend yourself over the stool, Madge," Janice Sandys arbitrarily announced, "and if you promise to be obediently submissive, I shan't strap you to the stool this time. Remember to stay in position while you receive your sentence of ten spanks with the paddle."
"Yes-yes, M-Miss C-Sandys," poor Madge sighed, turning a fiery red with humiliation. All eyes were on her as she hesitantly approached the footstool, then stepped onto the platform, but Miss Sandys quickly interposed: "Oh no, Madge, not that way! From the front, so that your behind will be turned towards your classmates!"
Reluctantly, the lovely youngster bent down over the punishment stool and grasped the rungs, closing her eyes and shivering. Janice Sandys showed not the least haste to get the timorous young victim's ordeal over with. First she leisurely approached the bent-over culprit, and then, taking hold of the tails of Madge's shirtwaist, lifted them and rolled up the garment at the back almost to Madge's neck, exposing a considerable area of a very lovely, dimpled, smooth, pale milky back, which drew another choking sob from the unhappy culprit as she was made aware of her imminent punishment.
"Are you ready for your ten, Madge?" Janice Sandys asked gently, slowly lifting the paddle and pressing its narrow rectangular shape across the tops of both tremblingly proffered hemispheres. The girl's embarrassing position emphasized the admirable development of her bottom, which the not overly thick bloomers shaped out almost like a second skin.
"Y-yes, M-Ma'am," Madge murmured in a dying voice, again closing her eyes tightly, sucking in her breath and twisting her little fingers on the heavy wooden rung of the stool.
"Now stay in position, or I'll have to give you extra," Janice Sandys warned as she kept the paddle pressed firmly against Madge's quivering rounded bottom.
With this, Janice Sandys drew back the taped handle of the paddle, made of flexible springy pinewood, of a blonde hue, about a quarter of an inch thick. The first blow sprang across the tops of Madge's buttocks exactly where Miss Sandys had intended it to fall. The girl uttered a little "Ooooh!" and clenched her thighs tightly together, arching up a little on her toes to ease the burden of stress on her bare arms which this stretched-over position imposed on them. Had she been able to stand on the platform itself, she could have easily gripped the lower rung of the stool. But this sadistic refinement, which compelled her to stand on the floor of the classroom instead with her bottom turned towards all her classmates, made it impossible for her to reach that last rung.
Now the rectangular paddle was slowly brought forward until again it grazed Madge's quivering seat, just an inch below the place where the first spank had fallen. Now after a short pause. Janice Sandys drew back the paddle and again stepped forward, applying it smartly with a sharp crisp Thwackk! over the chosen area.
"Ouch! Oh, dear," Madge gasped feverishly as she shifted from foot to foot, then glanced back over her shoulder at her tormentress.
The third spank, intimated to the unfortunate girl as the instructress again pressed the paddle across both bottom-cheeks just below the place last visited, drew a convulsive twisting of Madge's rounded hips and a sobbing groan of "Oohhh, oohh, ohh, golly!" and she continued to shift uneasily from foot to foot as Janice Sandys paused to shift her stance a little more to the left and then to lift the rectangular wood implement up and press it again Madge's shivering young seat, a little lower down again.
Once more Madge bent down her head, closed her eyes, twisted her little fingers hard around the wooden rung to augment the only feeling of security she could derive from this uncomfortable pose. After a moment more, the loud Crackk resounded again in the classroom, instantly followed by Madge's strident "Ahrrr. Ohh, it's awful, Miss Sandys! It hurts so!" as she kicked up her right foot, then squirmed uneasily from side to side over the padded stool, raising her head to turn back her flushed, anguished, pretty face to the impassive executioner.
But even as she did so, the instructress patted her victim's quivering bottom right over the plumpest curves of both cheeks and Madge gasped, "Oh dear!" and bent her head back down and arched up on her toes in readiness. Purposely, the thin lipped svelte blonde instructress withheld the blow until she saw Madge squirm in enervated suspense and tighten her bottom muscles-and then, Whackk!
"Ooooohhhheeeee! The culprit plaintively shrilled as she kicked up first one dainty foot and then the other, weaving her hips erratically to and fro as she twisted her face round to appeal tearfully to the relentless correctress.
Janice Sandys then asked the girl whether she would like a moments rest before her spanking was finished, but bravely poor little Madge Frawley dolefully stammered that she would much rather have it over with quickly. She was admonished that punishment was to teach a lesson and was to be given at the disposition of the instructress, not her own, and she was also warned to keep carefully in position.
The sixth blow fell against the base of her plump round seat, after Janice Sandys had patted that area several times to let the gasping, faintly sobbing culprit know where it would fall. Madge couldn't help sobbing out that it was terrible and that she couldn't bear it, or from jerking her hips as her fingers slipped from the rung and nearly made her lose her balance.
After a warning, she uttered a hysterical sob and bent down still further to grab hold of the wooden rung. The executioner moved to the girl's right, while Madge turned her head to see what would happen next. The paddle tapped the summit of her left buttock and then fell with a crisp Crackk! as with a deft backhand stroke, Janice Sandys dashed the edge of the paddle against the marked spot. It must have stung even harder than the first few blows, for Madge at once uttered a tearful "Owww!! " raised herself up a little and rushed her left hand back to rub the smarting place.
"Madge Frawley, you naughty girl! Take away your hand and get back down over that stool this minute! If I have to strap you to it, you'll give five extra. Besides, for leaving position and putting your hand over your bottom, that last spank doesn't count," Miss Sandys sermonized the unhappy culprit.
Alice watched, trembling, her face flushed, her mind reeling with the anger and shame she experienced at the cruel treatment of this heartless woman. She wished that she could, just for once, reverse their situations and she herself be the instructress and Miss Sandys her pupil ... but when she saw the instructress tap poor little Madge's left bottom-cheek towards the base, her attention was concentrated once again on the paddling. It darted out again with another backhand movement, clacking noisily against the tightly jutting globe selected for this spank. Madge kicked up both feet in turn, shook her head from side to side as tearful sobs escaped her, then began to cry like a little girl as tears ran down her flushed cheeks.
Moving farther to the right, patting the culprit's upper right buttock a few times, Janice Sandys at last dealt Madge a sharp crack with just the front part of the rectangular paddle. It drew new bursts of tears and anguished sobs from the unhappy girl, whose hips began to squirm restlessly from side to side, while her thighs rubbed together jerkily as if trying to drive away the burning torment attacking both her jouncy bottom-cheeks.
The eighth spank followed almost at once and without any preliminary It landed on the base of the right buttock, and Madge kicked up first one dainty foot and then the other while she turned her face back and implored, "Owwwoww, please, ooh, it hurts so, oh how it hurts, please not to hard, Miss Sandys!"
Now pausing for a long moment, Janice Sandys lowered the paddle towards the floor, then lifted it up till it pressed against the middle of Madge's tensing, squirming bottom, while the pretty penitent gasped, "Oh not too hard, please, please Ma'am," as she felt it draw back ... Crackkkl
"Ohhh, owwwooouuu! Oh how it hurts my poor seat, Miss Sandys," Madge wailed, starting up and grabbing for her burning bottom with both hands.
"I warned you, Madge, but you ignored it. Just for that, you'll be strapped down for the rest of your paddling. The last stroke won't count, and you will have five extras. Since you've had eight spanks, you still have seven due. Perhaps that will teach you to obey orders!"
Then putting the paddle down on her desk, Janice Sandys ordered the pleading tearful girl to bend down again and after she proceeded to buckle the thick leather straps around the culprit's wrists and ankles, retrieved the paddle and slowly completed Madge's martyrdom with seven slowly spaced and vigorously inflicted strokes. These were administered as follows: the first two, from downwards up against the middle of Madge's writhing bottom; then two horizontally across the top and base of each nether globe; and finally a stinging noisy spank that flattened the summits of both cheeks of Madge's plump behind and drew a scream of anguish from the now furiously wriggling captive.
Janice Sandys let Madge cry her heart out, bent down over the stool and tied there, for a few moments before she prepared to punish the next naughty girl. Alice Evans, very pale, lips tight, watched with compassionate eyes as poor little Madge Frawley was finally released and hobbled back to her seat feverishly rubbing her burning behind.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was now the turn of Charlene Jenson to come forward when her name was called, and as the charming, slim, brown-haired girl rose, biting her lips and flushing hotly, Janice Sandys ironically observed, "If memory serve me right, here is the young lady who giggled while I was spanking Madge. I think I promised, Charlene, that I would do my best to convert you to more sober reflection when punishment time comes round, didn't I?"
Charlene, her head bowed and eyes downcast, miserably self-conscious of the eyes of all her classmates upon her, murmured a faint "Y-yes, M-Ma'am."
"Well, when I have finished, you may tell me whether I have kept my word and convinced you sufficiently. If not, I can always try a little more," the ironic rejoinder came.
"Oh, please, no!" Charlene gasped, at which an emotionally keyed, nervous and amused titter ran through the room.
The perverse dominatress spent a few moments fucking up the culprit's skirt and petticoat and gathering these garments into a rolled-up wad to prevent their slipping down protectively. This done, she last and deftly slipped her right leg out from under Charlene's arched-over body and placed it tightly over the girl's firm, high-set stockinged calves, while her left arm locked around Charlene's slim waist. The victim was now fully prepared and positioned for her hand-spanking. Seven demerits, according to the new regulations, required a preliminary handspanking on the bare behind, followed by a paddling of twelve good strokes. But the leeway in this new regimen of demerit marks came in the announcement of the handspanking itself: for depending upon the teacher's appraisal of the girl's attitude and her past conduct, this initial part of the correction could be short, moderate, or prolonged, quickly completed, moderately hard, or severe.
Some of the girls gasped aloud as they now saw Miss Sandys pull the scratchy-looking leather glove from her dress belt and after having murmured to Charlene to remain just the way she was without budging, draw this glove over her right hand until it snugly fitted. Then she again resumed the circling of the culprit's slim waist with her left arm, tightened her clamping leg over Charlene's tensing calves, and pausing a minute to contemplate the exuberantly rounded, full and spacious pink-satiny-sheened nether globes upreared so vulnerably before her, she began to spank.
At the very first smack, vigorously applied to the ripest arc of the girl's right buttock, Charlene gasped, discerning immediately-although this was the first time she had had a bare skin spanking since her entry into the school-the difference between the teacher's hand and the far more pain-evoking supplement of the leather glove. The angry bright red outline of Miss Sandy's leather-sheathed palm, too, was far more vivid than would have been the hand itself.
The blonde dominstress' lips were compressed and her eyes narrowed as she concentrated her gaze on the sumptuous expanse proffered to chastisement. Frantically shamed, Charlene continued to keep her eyes tightly shut and her head bowed far down as the smack-smack-smacking sound of a spanking on bare flesh began, augmented by the crispening substance which garbed Miss Sandys' hand and also, of course, enabled her to spank much longer without making her own slim hand ache and smart.
Lips tightly sealed to hold back any sound, Charlene sought to take her punishment stoically, so that it would be over quickly, though she was thinking that when it was over and she had to return to her desk, she would just die to have all the girls look at her and see her in her humiliated, spanked state.
But Miss Sandys was determined to give pretty Charlene a severe lesson this time, seeing that the mature culprit had already had two paddlings for inattentiveness and poor marks in her studies; and moreover the target of punishment was ample and required a lengthy preparation before it could be entirely reddened for the infliction of the twelve paddle swats. She therefore continued to spank, alternating on each globe, and following a pattern of beginning at the top of Charlene's expansive young hips and descending to the base, then recommencing from the base of the now feverishly twisting, wriggling backside towards the tops of the hips in order to attach those areas of soft, fair, pink skin left untouched by the coarse, scratchy leather glove.
After about twenty-five hard spanks, Charlene began to sob plaintively, raising her head, with eyes wide and blurred by tears, as she twisted under the burning descent of that leather-fortified corrective palm. But Miss Sandys was not yet satisfied; several untouched places still remained on the naughty behind and to these she now devoted her full attention, with even more vigorous smack-smack-smacks that drew poignant, sobbing "AHHHR! OHH, don't-OWW-I'll be good! OUCH-please-it hurts-please, Miss Sandys, I'll pay attention in class, I promiseOOOOOWOOOOHH!! PLEASE!! ! " from the arching, twisting, squirming captive over her lap. With pinioning arm and leg, Miss Sandys kept Charlene from altering position, her wiry strength quite competent to that task, until she had regaled the weeping, pleading girl with no fewer than thirty-six spanks and left Charlene's lovely, immaculate, pink-sheened buttocks gleaming with a uniformly angry red from the slope of her exuberant young hips to the upper thighs.
Alice's eyes were fixed on that tossing, twisting, flinching, writhing behind, her lips parted, her cheeks red with shame; in Charlene's martyrdom she now foresaw her own, and though much briefer and, thank heaven, this time without the supreme chagrin of having to unveil her intimate flesh to the eyes of her mocking classmates, nonetheless the thought that Miss Sandys had again tricked her into an undeserved spanking began to rankle keenly in young Alice's inveterately spirited nature.
Miss Sandys leaned back, her left arm still tucking Charlene's waist in, her right leg still locked over Charlene's quivering calves, and waited while the young beauty, her face buried in both hands, exhaled her sobs and tears.
Then she said, not harshly, "Now then, Charlene, it's time for the rest of your punishment. You will bend yourself down over the foot-stool the way Madge did!"
"Oh no, no, I couldn't, oh, not so soon, oh, please, ma'am let me off the paddle! Oh! my seat's raw, honestly it is. I'd die if you paddled me now, really I would!" sobbed Charlene, turning her flushed and tearstained face towards her beautiful, relentless executioner.
"Nonsense, my girl, you won't die. The spanking didn't kill you, and the paddling won't either. But to ease your concern about being able to stay in position, I will strap you tightly down. That should make it easier to bear, as then you can merely concentrate on the paddling," was the teacher's ironic sally.
"Oh, g ... give me a minute more, please! Oooh, it stings and hurts so awfully," pleaded Charlene.
"Come, aren't you ashamed of yourself, a big grown girl like you carrying on this way?" scolded Miss Sandys, "and you are making the others wait, you know. They are just as anxious as you must be to get their punishments over with. Virginia, Marjorie, Alice-girls, isn't it true? Aren't you all eager to have your spankings over with?"
The petite black-haired Virginia and towheaded, tomboyish Marjorie chorused a doleful yes, but Alice sat silently. After all, so far as she was concerned, it would be just as well if Miss Sandys never spanked her again!
But the malicious instructress, who definitely had it in for the courageous and independent young brownette, noting that Alice's lips remained sealed, added sharply, "Miss Evans is a decided individualist. She is in no hurry, it seems, to have her spanking over with."
And, fatally, Alice once more trapped into saucy, spirited retort by Miss Sandy's guileful baiting of her, retorted angrily, "No, I'm not. Because I shouldn't even be getting one this time!"
A collective gasp at the girl's audacity went up from the rest of the class at this, and Miss Sandys smiled balefully: "I can see that your temporary escape from spanking caused you to miss Friday afternoons so much that you are trying to make up for lost time, Alice. Very well, I will accommodate you. Seven demerits instead of five, and tonight at bedtime when the monitor calls for 'lights out', you will come to my apartment for a little private lecture on the dangers of opening your mouth when you shouldn't and keeping it closed when you should open it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, you do, Miss Sandys, and what if I go to Mr. Downing and tell him you are picking on me?" said Alice defiantly: the die was cast and she might as well be punished for a sheep instead of a lamb as the wolf was in the fairy tale.
Miss Sandys' cruel little smile deepened. "I was prepared for that contingency, Alice. I think Mr. Downing warned you that your conduct would have to be more discreet than ever after that very thoughtless action of yours a few weeks ago. Well, I asked him this morning, before we began class for the final day of the week, if I had his permission to punish you thoroughly when in my opinion you needed it, and he has given me his consent in advance. So if you go to see him before you report to my rooms tonight, I am sure you will visit me with a note from him asking that I be even less lenient with you. Does that answer your question, Alice?"
Biting her lips, Alice slowly lowered her lovely large green eyes and nodded, aware that she had only brought on herself a new pretext for Miss Sandys to humiliate and discipline her severely.
"Very well. I am glad the matter is settled. Now then, Charlene, get up and put yourself over the stool, with your naughty bottom turned to the class so they can see how red I can make a naughty backside whose owner won't pay attention to her studies."
Bursting into new tears of woe and shame, Charlene at last slowly rose, and covering herself modestly with her trembling hands, hurried quickly over to the stool, having to descend from the platform to the floor just below in order to effect this alteration of position for the conclusion of her punishment.
Miss Sandys followed slowly, adjusting the girl's rolled-up skirt and slip to assure their remaining out of harm's way, and pulling the narrow rolled-down panties down to the girl's knee hollows. Then, squatting down agilely, she proceeded to fetter Charlene's ankles with the buckling straps, and then made the other set of straps fast to the girl's wrists. Sobbing plaintively, Charlene was now presented for the paddling with her reddened posterior rightly upreared and her head and shoulders far down on the other side, completely immobilized.
Returning the glove to the tabouret, Miss Sandys now picked up the paddle and went back to stand at the victim's left. Heartrendingly, poor Charlene, all thought of embarrassment gone and her only concern the imminent new torment to her already furiously smarting seat, begged, "Oh please, please, can't you let me off t-till next week? I know I'll die, oh, it'll hurt just dreadfully. Please, I'll be so good if you'll only let me off the paddle right now!"
"You know that's impossible, Charlene. Portions of one week's chastisement are never put off to the following week in installments. If being spanked hurts your backside so much, then perhaps starting from next week onward, you will become one of my most attentive pupils. I am ready to begin now, Charlene. Twelve spanks. Are you ready for the first one? You needn't count, by the way."
"Oh . . .d ... dear ... yes ... d-do please m ... m ... make it quick, please, ma'am," groaned the squirming sufferer.
Miss Sandys seemed satisfied with Charlene's contrition and tears; on the two previous occasions when Charlene had been paddled, and both times over her panties, the mature brown-haired penitent had managed to keep from crying. Undoubtedly that was why Miss Sandys had prolonged the handspanking as much as she had just now. At any rate, she proceeded to bestow the dozen paddle swats far more quickly than she had with poor Madge Hawley as victim, though undeniably lovely Charlene's anguish was much greater, considering the already furiously reddened condition of her jutting bare round seat. Alternating on the globes from top to base, and applying five to each with the end of the paddle smacking horizontally against each cheek in turn, Miss Sandys concluded Charlene's atonement for the week with two vigorous whacks across the girl's bare behind, each time at the most temptingly ripe salient, drawing shrill screams of pain and babbled, tearful pledges of future exemplary conduct from the writhing, twisting sufferer.
Calmly restoring the paddle to its place on the little tabouret, the beautiful svelte blonde executioner returned to pull down Charlene's skirt and slip, then to unroll her panties and draw them gently over the violently streaked and swollen backside before she unstrapped first the girl's ankles, then her hands. Charlene at once repeated the instinctive reflexive action that all spanked girls of whatever age and in whatever era perform when the correction is over; unabashedly she plunged her hands to her burning bottom and feverishly tried to allay the seething heat that seared and attacked every exuberant curve, while, still sobbing, she was given permission to go to her dormitory.
Alice sat grimly in the front row under Miss Sandys' sharp-eyed scrutiny at all times, and now glanced back as the instructress pronounced the name of Virginia Henshaw in summons to come forward for reckoning.
"Oh gee gosh," gasped pretty, petite Virginia, as she slowly rose from her desk and hesitantly approached the platform.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I am really disappointed in you, Virginia," said Miss Sandys as the lovely little culprit came forward ruefully, her eyes blinking suspiciously as if already filling with anticipatory tears. "Only last week you were paddled for whispering in class on two separate occasions, and this week, instead of having benefited from the lesson, you not only do it again but also fail deplorably in your oral and written examinations. You have eight demerits, and I hope the spanking you are going to get as a result of them will correct your tendencies to pay so little attention to your schoolwork."
"Oh, I ... I studied hard, honest I did, Miss Sandys," gasped petite Virginia, twisting her dainty fingers this way and that in distress, "and ... and about whispering, I ... I just wanted to ask Joan a question about the lesson-do please let me off so many demerits this one time. Please, ma'am?"
"I'm sorry, Virginia, that's quite impossible. Now, are you ready for your spanking?"
Virginia nodded, tears beginning to edge down her creamy dimpled cheeks as her lips trembled visibly.
"Virginia Henshaw, if you don't at once tell me, I will not only prepare you myself, but give you an extra taste of the strap after you have had your paddling!" was the ominous threat.
"O no, no, I'm ready ... I ... I'll t-take my p-panties ... off ... boohoo ... oh ... please ... I. ... tried ... so hard ... I..." Virginia started to cry like a little child as slowly she pulled up her skirt and petticoat, stepping onto the platform to follow Miss Sandys, who had already seated herself in the straight-backed chair.
Then, as with Charlene, Miss Sandys slipped her right leg out from under her victim and clamped it over Virginia's oval-contoured stockinged calves, drew on the coarse scratchy leather glove over her right hand, flexing her fingers to assure that it fitted without a wrinkle, and then, tucking in the girl's slim waist with her left hand, began tp spank the sobbing culprit vigorously, obviously nettled by Virginia's dawdling and begging off when punishment time was at hand.
The glossy white flesh of Virginia's two plump, tightly set nether hemispheres began at once to redden angrily under this energetic treatment, which rang out noisily and quickly: at once Virginia began to cry out, to twist and arch and squirm desperately, for her ivory skin was intensely sensitive, and the wiry energy of Miss Sandys' spanking hand was doubled over again by the supplement of the spanking glove, whose coarse, rough surface scratched and frictioned the bare skin as it flailed the quivering, flinching hillocks of the condemned seat.
Her lovely heart-shaped face turned back constantly to demand pardon, to entreat mercy, the round dim. pled cheeks streaked with rolling tears, her long thick curly black lashes glistening with drops that broke and cascaded down her contorted face. But Miss Sandys, deaf to her feverishly sobbed-out pleas, continued to spank till Virginia's plump, firm white bottom plunged and dashed in the air in the most frantic and erratic choreography, the cheeks vividly reddened and splotched by the many outlines of the leather-gloved palm of the relentless disciplinarian.
She did not stop until she had inflicted forty hand-spanks over the entire expanse of the writhing, plunging bottom and left Virginia dissolved in tears, her voice hoarse from her pathetic cries towards the conclusion of the spanking as the fiery anguish became too much to bear.
But when she announced to the weeping culprit after a long moment of respite that it was time for the paddling, Virginia scrambled off her lap and tried to flee.
"Catch her, girls! Quickly, bring her back at once!" cried Miss Sandys, her eyes large and bulging with anger at this unheard-of resistance.
Doramae, now confirming Alice's suspicion that she was a teacher's pet, seized the weeping Virginia's wrist and halted her, while two other girls, eager to show cooperation to their feared subjugatress, aided the bespectacled plump redhead in dragging the protesting, pleading, weeping brunette back to the platform. At Miss Sandys' order, she was bent forcibly down over the spanking stool, wrists and ankles strapped to extreme tightness, her skirt and slip again rolled up above her waist and her panties descended all the way to her slim, squirming, jerking ankles. Then Miss Sandys seized the paddle from the tabouret and in a voice that trembled with controlled wrath and sententious discipline, pronounced: "You were to have received twenty spanks of the paddle, Virginia. But for your ill-advised and annoying resistance, I am going to add a dozen with the strap. You will accompany Miss Evans whom I think you know, there in the front row, to my apartment tonight at bedtime, for your strapping. And to make sure that you are less thoughtless in the future and realize the wisdom of complete submission to your teachers at all times, I am going to order you to count these paddle spanks one by one. Any that you don't count will be extras. Now, get ready!"
With this she proceeded to apply the first blow of the paddle over the top of poor Virginia's bare right hip. A strident "AHRRR, OHH my Lordie, one, OHH, I can't stand it!" rang out clamorously as the fettered culprit struggled feverishly against her straps.
Alice, shuddering, unable to tear her eyes away, watched as in a nightmare while Miss Sandys, gritting her teeth, attacked that already vividly splotched backside with the rectangular paddle, seeking to punish poor little Virginia once and for all for the girl's instinctive revolt against continued suffering.
"The CRACK-SMACK-CRACK of the paddle as it flattened its flexible pinewood length and width first over one plump buttock, then the other, and occasionally over both at one atrociously stinging time, was announced almost simultaneously each time by a wailing cry, or scream, or sobbing crisis of tears and woeful laments. But Virginia, lunging and jerking tirelessly at her bonds, managed to count aloud through all her plaints and tears, failing only once when one particularly stinging blow across the base of both her plump nether cheeks was followed almost without pause by a second in the very same spot.
At last her classroom penance was over; Miss Sandys restored her clothes to order, released her wrists and ankles, and gave her permission to return to her dormitory, with the cruel reminder, "Don't forget! I expect to see you at bedtime in my apartment along with Alice."
And now it was the turn of Marjorie Meredity, who was receiving six demerits, and was therefore comparatively lucky to get off with just fifteen spanks on the bare seat.
She came forward courageously, head held high, eyes demurely lowered as they met the still wrathful countenance of her blonde, svelte executioner, and of her own accord, the moment she was one the platform, stooped to truss up skirt and petticoat, then hastily squirming about her sleek young boyish-looking hips, dragged down her own panties, eager to get her ordeal over and done with.
"Now that is the way I like to see a naughty girl submit to punishment, of her own free will," said Miss Sandys, the rancor in her voice replaced by a silky, sibilant tone. "Very good, Marjorie. Though I trust that your quickness in preparing your bottom for the paddle doesn't also reflect a desire to forget the reason for the lesson it will bring you."
"Oh, no'm. I'll try harder to get good marks in exams, honest I will," said Marjorie. Slim Marjorie, infallibly smiling, was repentant now and looked down at the floor; the fair, pale milky skin of her pertly oval, tight-set buttocks twitched nervously.
"As a special mark of favor for your docility, Marjorie, I will give you a choice. You may take your paddling bent over and touching toes, or be tied down over the stool to receive it."-
Marjorie gulped visibly at this rude meeting with reality, but stoically replied, after an instant's thought, "I'd rather go over the stool, if you don't mind, ma'am, so I won't get out of position when you spank me so hard."
The blonde instructress was flattered at this tacit tribute to her punitive powers, and faintly smiled as she answered, "Very well, place yourself over the stool, then, and I will do my best to justify your confidence in my humble correctional abilities."
Marjorie immediately obeyed; after pushing up and rolling carefully the girl's skirt and petticoat and lowering the panties down to her pretty towheaded victim's calves, during which Marjorie closed her eyes and stood motionless in her humiliating bent-over pose, Miss Sandys proceeded to strap her ankles and wrists with the buckling straps.
Then, retrieving the paddle from the tabouret, she placed herself at Marjorie's left and, tapping the girl's tightened oval buttocks at the base, wordlessly announced to the courageous youngster that atonement was at hand.
The first blow smacked crisply, leaving an angry crimson outline of the rectangular front part of the paddle on the right cheek at the base and inflicting a similar and uniformly crimson stain on the fair, pale milky skin of the other hemisphere at the same place. Marjorie did not so much as wince; athletic and vital, she was by nature and that first spank didn't hurt so very much.
But as Miss Sandys continued, spacing the blows more and more apart to demonstrate to her class that even the most courageous culprit could not escape unscathed, Marjorie's silence vanished, and by the eighth blow, sobs and groans were escaping her trembling though still compressed lips, and her hips jerked violently each time her paddle landed with its crisp THWACKK across her now furiously flaming narrow behind in which the muscles worked agitatedly. By the tenth, she was crying aloud, and by the thirteenth she called out tearfully, "Oh, don't any more, ooh, it hurts awfully, ohh, Miss Sandys, please!" after which each of the two final spanks drew cries and promises to be better in her examinations. She was released at last, and it was finally Alice's turn.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Last, but far from least, Miss Alice Evans. Come to the platform for your punishment," Miss Sandys pronounced with evident relish, for her thin lips curved in a derisive smile that made Alice turn scarlet with humiliation.
Nevertheless she stood up at once bravely, determined to endure this new proof of Miss Sandy's impartiality and malice with all the courage she could summon.
"Seven demerits, wasn't it, Alice?" Miss Sandys reassured as Alice walked up onto the platform towards the spanking chair.
"That's what you said, yes, ma'am," said Alice between gritted teeth.
"So it was, and so I did. Very well. You know what the new demerit rules call for, don't you, Miss Evans?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Suppose you tell us all, to show how quickly you've accustomed yourself to your class work and your old habits. Seven demerits call for what punishment?"
Grinding her teeth to keep from storming out at the malicious teacher, Alice replied, "A spanking on the bare seat and then twelve swats with your paddle."
"Twelve hard swats," Miss Sandys said gently. "Yes, ma'am."
"You may rest assured they will be, too," Miss Sandys had to have the last word. "Now suppose you take your panties down by yourself ... do you think you can do that much by yourself without my aid?"
The snickers which had begun at the outset of this hostile dialogue now broke out audibly throughout the classroom. Only Colette, her dark eyes large and bright with compassion, was silent.
For reply, Alice stooped, caught up skirt and petticoat and hoisted them furiously above her waist; then, seizing her panties with both hands as she hunched her elbows against the uptrussed outer garment, she dragged them down to her lower thighs, while Miss Sandys, after a glance to make sure her favorite victim was complying, seated herself on the straight-backed chair and calmly drew on the glove in full view of Alice, another sign of subjugation meant for her benefit.
Without a word, she gestured to her lap and Alice's face again flamed at the contemptuous and imperious gesture. But meekly she laid herself down over Miss Sandys' lap. The chair was set at the right of the platform, its back turned to the left wall, so that when a naughty girl placed herself over the teacher's lap for spanking, her bottom was plainly in view of all her classmates.
"I am not going to hold you in position, Alice," Miss Sandys declared, as she put her left palm lightly on the small of the girl's satiny back, "but if you do not stay across my lap until I have finished spanking your big insolent bottom, you will have extra reasons beyond what you already have to regret it, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Without bothering to clamp her right leg over Alice's pretty, rounded calves, and using her left hand simply as an indication that she was now in complete emprise of the spirited girl, and also to keep the up-trussed outer garments above the condemned posterior, Miss Sandys began at once to spank Alice's bare backside.
To her own surprise, Alice let out a stifled gasp after the third spank, for the public paddling she had received only a few short weeks ago ... a paddling that comprised no less that paddle-swats (first one spank by each of the other 58 girls, then two spanks by each of them, with Colette, her partner) had made her soft pink seat extremely sensitive and acutely receptive to such painful sensations as the coarse leather glove which conveyed the wirly, wrathful palm of her teacher to the quivering contours.
Miss Sandys, smiling placidly, constated this sensitivity of Alice's by increasing the vigor of her spanks, though not in any way hurrying them, for she wanted Alice to feel a thorough chastisement this time and admit once and for all who was mistress here ad Downing School for Girls.
Alice crossed her ankles, recrossed them, and crossed them back again, then thrust down at the platform with her toes, as the rain of spanks began to burn her helpless upturned bare seat. Though she tried to keep motionless and lie there and take her unjust punishment to show Miss Sandys that she could endure the worst the blonde dominatress could dish out, the repeated fiery smacks began to hurt her, and by the eighteenth spank she wriggled and jerked, glancing back nervously with tear-brimming eyes, though only a few gasps had escaped her lips.
Gratified by this first sign of weakening, Miss Sandys bore down harder with her left palm on the small of Alice's lovely back, and intensified the crisp violence of he descending spanks. By the twenty-fifth, Alice's right foot kicked up and an "Ouchh!" escaped her very audibly; by the twenty-ninth, the other foot kicked up, then her ankles shifted nervously, crossing and uncrossing, and a sob was wrenched from her. By the fortieth, her seat felt as if a hornet's nest had been planted in its ripe young, firmly rounded contours, and her feet were kicking up sporadically now at every crisp, SMACK-SMACK-SMACKKK, while plaintive "Ooooooo" 's and "Ahhhhh!! " 's began to greet the executioner, to the latter's intense satisfaction.
Still Miss Sandys spanked on and on; the class gasped at this severe punishment. By the time Miss Sandys reached sixty, Alice's bottom from the slopes of her lovely round, firm hips to the upper thighs was a blazing, swollen red, and her bottom and thighs were jerking and rolling and weaving, sometimes arching up off the correctress' lap under a particularly hard spank. Face flushed, eyes glittering with spite, Miss Sandys showed no sign of relenting. Alice began to cry at last, and at the seventieth, delivered with a furious gusto that flattened the base of her left buttock, she screamed out: "OH PLEEEEEEEASE! OH MY LORD!"
"I had begun to think that your backside had acquired a protective lacquer, for it is as hard as a rock. But I am glad to see that you at last felt my humble efforts to teach you proper respect and to eliminate that unbridled insolence which is so offensive in your character," said Miss Sandys while Alice, heedless now of the immodest exposure of her flaming backside, lay wriggling and kicking up first one foot and then the other over Miss Sandys' lap.
"Now perhaps the paddling will impart a still warmer wisdom, Alice. Get up and place yourself over the footstool for it," said her nemesis.
"You can kill me," Alice panted hoarsely, "but I still won't ever admit you spanked me because I deserved it today, so there!"
Miss Sandys beckoned to two girls. One was Doramae, the other Colette. Both were ordered to lead
Alice to the footstool. Colette was about to refuse when Miss Sandys warned her that such an act would constitute an outright insubordination and call for a stern chastisement. Besides, when Alice, raised up by the two girls, saw that one of them was her dearest friend, she offered no resistance as they forced her to bend well down over the punishment stool and made her wrists and ankles fast with the buckling straps.
"Serves you right," Doramae hissed spitefully and gleefully as she squatted down to strap Alice's wrists tightly, drawing the buckle up to the very last notch on purpose to torment her new roommate whom she knew hated her.
"You'll get yours some day, you fat sneak," groaned Alice, and was rewarded by a gasp of furious indignation at that insult.
Miss Sandys picked up the paddle and stationed herself behind the trembling, bentdown, fettered culprit at Alice's left.
"Twelve hard spanks, Alice," she reminded the sobbing victim. "You may tell me if they are hard enough."
She began paddling with a furious swat across the tops of that already swollen, reddened backside, and Alice screamed in pain, weaving her tortured backside every possible way.
Miss Sandys prolonged the ordeal, wishing to crush Alice's spirit of defiance.
A minute was spaced between each of the twelve blows of the paddle, and each drew a frantic yell and frantic twisting and jerking at the girl's straps as the pinewood paddle bit hard, flattening the burning, swollen contours of poor Alice's behind, that so-thoroughly thrashed, bare backside.
At the final blow Alice almost fainted, for it landed across both twitching, flaming globes at their very ripest curves, and her scream was prolonged and agonized.
At last, after a long lecture on her insolence and a reminder to be prompt at her appointment that night at bedtime, she was untied, her clothes restored to place, and she was allowed to go to her dormitory, where she flung herself down on her stomach on her bed and in a crisis of hysterical tears vowed her furious hatred for the tormentress who had let her personal spleen take over instead of proper scholastic discipline.
Colette sneaked in a little later to soothe Alice's burning flesh with cold towels and then a gentle massaging of cold cream, commiserating with her friend and agreeing that Miss Sandys was a heartless and unjust woman.
"But she'll whip you again tonight, honey ... oh Lord, and Mr. Downing won't get you off, either," Colette said dolefully.
"I can stand it. I said she could kill me before she made me admit I got spanked because I deserved it, and I meant it," Alice stoutly declared through her tears.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
By the end of her second month at the Downing School for Girls, Alice Evans longed for an opportunity to run away. She had had just one visit from her Aunt Abigail, and that had been in James Downing's office, and it had been all very formal and impersonal. Her aunt had inquired as to her welfare, given her a few dollars for spending money, listened ot Mr. Downing's report that Alice had apparently learner her lesson and was behaving herself reasonably well, but he embarrassed Alice dreadfully by referring to the public spanking in the assembly hall and also to her paddling by Janice Sandys for impertinence.
"My poor child," Abigail Winston sighed, with a conspiratorial glance at the suave black-haired superintendent, "you simply must make up your mind that you can't have your own way now that you're in a school and under the supervision of others. I tried to teach it to you as best I could for the few years you were with me, and that is why it is so difficult for you. I hate to think of your being punished, Alice, but I'm afraid you will continue to be unless you do exactly what Mr. Downing and the teachers tell you. And now I have to go back home, and I do hope that the next time I hear about you, I will have nothing but glowing reports."
Alice received her aunt's kiss on her cheek with indifference. She now thoroughly detested Aunt Abigail for having delivered her into the hands of these people who treated her so brutally, but she kept her opinion to herself. She and Colette intended to run away as soon as they had enough money to buy a bus ticket out of the state. It would have to be planned very carefully. Alice had been saving her allowance and not buying candy and other things she dearly loved just so as to have a nest egg for the proper time. She had already discussed this very quickly with Colette. It was difficult to talk with Colette anymore because the lovely French-Canadian girl no longer shared the same dormitory and was at the back of the class instead of beside her as at the outset of the term.
After Alice had gone back to her dormitory, Abigail Winston leaned forward and put her hand over the superintendent's. "James darling, I simply have to see you alone again. You know why. Ever since that time you made love to me, I've been dreaming of nothing else. I want you terribly, my darling."
James Downing was not at all averse to enjoying the favors of the mature spinster, particularly as she had shown herself to be so passionately uninhibited on the occasion of sacrificing her maidenhead to him. And he was motivated also by the knowledge that if he could gain Abigail Winston's complete trust, it would be much easier to seduce her beautiful niece.
He therefore made an assignation with her for that very night and at her home. He hadn't yet learned that she and the mysterious Miss Sedgwick were one in the same. The money had been left for him in the bank for the school at Branton, and Abigail Winston had instructed the banker to tell Mr. Downing if he should ask that it came from Miss Sedgwick. She had her own reasons for this deception.
That night, having taken pains to send Hanna and her little daughter Joanie off for the weekend, Abigail
Winston received her lover in a stunning black nylon negligee and high heel pumps, her hair unbound below her shoulders, her lips red with lipstick and her body scented with perfume. As they lay in bed together, his hands squeezing her firm jutting titties, her slim hand dallying with his stiffened cock, she murmured, "Darling, the next time Alice is punished, I want you to put it off until I can see it, just as you did that time in the assembly hall."
"I never dreamed that you were so harsh towards your lovely niece, my dear," he murmured back as he bent his lips to nuzzle one of her nipples through the thin negligee.
"Ohhh, that's lovely, Jim! Yes I am. You see, her parents didn't leave her any money, but they left her a piece of property. I've just discovered it. Her father had a little extra money and somehow put it into a wildcat oil venture, and now the land is worth a fortune. But she owns it, because the will so stipulates. I discovered that and it's made me perfectly furious to think that the little snip could possibly be wealthier than I am."
"How very interesting," James Downing said, as he began to lift the negligee up over Abigail Winston's quivering thighs, exposing the thick dark-brown thatch of her pussy, and he bent his head and applied a thrilling kiss right to her woman core which made her groan and spread her legs wantonly in her desire.
"It's a long time until she comes of age, darling," Abigail Winston finally explained, after she had managed to control the half-swooning desire which that salacious kiss had roused in her being. "Now if you and I could find some way of inducing my niece to give up that property to me, as for example making me a gift of it, I should be very grateful to you. You don't know it, but I've done a lot for you already. I've sent you some pupils-but we won't talk about that. But this piece of land might easily be worth a quarter of a million dollars or even more, and I could do a great deal for you if I got my hands on it."
"Well, you certainly don't propose to have her kept a prisoner under lock and key until she's twenty-one, do you, Abigail darling?" By now, James Downing had removed the negligee and was down to just his shorts, which he had unbuttoned to liberate his bulging prick. Abigail Winston was fondling his balls very delicately with the tips of her long slim fingers and licking her lips in wild anticipation of the thrill fuck she was about to receive.
"No, not that at all. Of course I'm her guardian, and naturally the company that's going to offer to buy the land will have to deal with me. But under the law I would have to put that money in trust for her until she's twenty-one and I couldn't touch it at all, except to dish it out to her every so often under court order. But now if she were made to write a deed of gift to me, then it would be mine and I could act immediately and use the money, and you'd share it, darling."
"Perhaps a few good spankings, judiciously applied," he proposed as he settled himself over her and her thighs made ready to receive him.
"Oh yes! Lots of spankings, dearest!" Abigail Winston shamelessly flung her legs around his and locked her arms around his shoulders to draw him down to her. She groaned and closed her eyes with delight as she felt his hard prick thrust through the forest of pussy hair and find the moist pink lips of her cunt eagerly awaiting it. She squirmed a little as she felt him penetrate her, and uttered a deep low groan as she thrust herself boldly forward to receive him to the very last inch until their hairs merged in thrilling cohesion. "But if you were to make her your slave, James darling, so that she would have to obey you and do everything you wanted, that would be still more effective. You do like her, don't you?"
"She's a very lovely girl, dear Abigail ... but you're even lovelier ... God, how tight your sweet pussy is!"
"Do you like to do this to me, dearest?"
"What a silly question, Abigail!" he groaned as he drew himself back to the very brink of her cunthole, then sank slowly down to the balls, while Abigail Winston uttered a shriek of passionate ecstasy and clutched him more tightly than ever with her bare legs and slim supple arms.
"Ohh-ahh-it's so good, don't hurry, oh how I've missed you and needed this, oh Jim dearest-fuck me, fuck me good and hard and don't stop," the once prim spinster panted.
"Like this, maybe, sweetheart?" he breathed as he teasingly drew himself right up to the brink of her vulva lips, paused there and pretended to probe into her depths only to hold himself back.
"Oh my God, yes, it's heavenly, oh it's so good, so wonderful! Just like that-wait a minute, I want to tell you about Alice ... ohhhhh, Jim, Jim, you've made a new woman of me, I feel like a girl!" Abigail Winston groaned.
He stiffened himself and held back from thrusting deep into her tight warm soft cunt, though every fibre of his being yearned to pierce her mercilessly. "Tell me just what you mean, then. Of course I think she's a pretty girl."
"Would you like to do this to her too, Jim?" Abigail Winston whispered. "My God, yes!"
"And maybe if you spanked her good and hard and made her go to bed with you, she'd be so devoted to you that she'd do just anything you told her to," Abigail Winston pursued.
"I begin to follow your drift, dear Abigail. That's an excellent idea. But of course I'd want your permission. It would be a criminal offense to make love to a minor like Alice unless I knew that you sanctioned it," he glibly told her.
"You have my full sanction. All I ask is that you let me watch when you fuck my naughty little niece. And you must spank her very hard first, so that her big bottom will be nice and red and she will wriggle and squirm and twist ... just like I'm doing now because you're making me with that big hard cock of yours, Jim darling!" Abigail Winston breathed. Her eyes were humid and dilated, her nostrils flared and shrank, and her titties flattened against his sinewy chest as she welcomed him down to her with a groan and a tightening of her arms and legs over his naked maleness. He began to thrust fiercely now and rapidly, casting delicacy to the four winds of heaven. And Abigail Winston, abandoning all her virtuous spinsterhood, gave him good measure for all that she received until they expired with a simultaneous cry of lust fulfillment.--. . .
Certain now that she had won James Downing's secret cooperation to enslave her niece and to gain the immensely valuable piece of property in this means, Abigail Winston reveled in her newly found enjoyment of bondage and flagellation. She visited the school at ranton, which of course she herself had endowed, and there the three lovely young women who had formerly taught at the original Downing School catered to her whims and allowed her to witness in hiding many of their own Friday afternoon chastisements of the prettiest pupils. She was particularly attracted to Arlene Chalmers, the svelte, black-haired twenty-seven-year-old instructress for the oldest girls, and the following Friday after her passionate weekend with James Downing, Abigail Winston hid in a closet through which a peephole had been cut and avidly watched the instructress spank two eighteen-year-old girls. One was tall and slim, with beautifully long thighs and calves, high-set, uptilting titties, and long chestnut hair in helmet style. This mature beauty was obliged to lift her own skirt and petticoat, hold them high above her waist and then bend over while Arlene Chalmers slipped down her panties to her knees, after which the sobbing beauty was obliged to drape herself across Arlene's lap for a stinging hand spanking followed by eighteen strokes of the wide flat ruler. The other girl, auburn-haired, bespectacled and delectably ripe, received an even severer punishment, and was obliged to take off her own panties, then let her skirt and slip fall until she went to cross Arlene's lap, at which time she had to arch herself up and pull the skirt and slip back up over her naked bottom to present it for the thrashing. Arlene chastised the squirming, kicking auburn-haired culprit with a sound hand spanking, followed by a dozen blows of the ruler, and then made the pleading and tearful victim bend over with her hands on her ankles and endure five slowly spaced cuts of a very whippy rattan cane.
On that same Friday afternoon, Alice Evans breathed another sigh of relief-but this time was careful not to let it be heard by Janice Sandys-when she found that her name was not on the punishment list. But Janice Sandys had not finished with her, for James Downing had informed his tall, light-brown-haired mistress that he wished her to antagonize Alice to the point of open rebellion.
Accordingly, when the third victim, pretty sixteen-year-old Maureen Ellerby, was called up for punishment, Janice Sandys ordered Alice to kneel down on the other side of the spanking chair and to hold Maureen's wrists while she prepared the girl for punishment.
"I would rather not, please, Miss Sandys," Alice stammered, getting very red in the face. She liked Maureen, and thought that Maureen had been unjustly sentenced to punishment for having passed a note, which actually the girl hadn't done at all.
"Are you refusing an order of mine, Alice?" Janice
Sandys smilingly asked, but there was malice in that smile.
"No, Miss Sandys, I just would rather you'd ask somebody else, please. Maureen is a friend of mine, and I don't think she deserves this spanking."
"I see. And now you are setting yourself up as a co-teacher in this class?"
"No, Ma'am, I'm not."
"I think, Alice, you are still guilty of the impertinence which we are trying so hard to eliminate from your character. And I think that instead of holding Maureen's hands while I spank her, she will hold yours while I spank you instead first," the blonde instructress decided.
Alice sprang up from her seat, trembling with rage and shame, her eyes brimming with tears: "That's not fair! I haven't had any demerits, I was respectful, and now you're going to punish me! I want to see Mr. Downing!"
"And so you shall, Alice, Doramae, you'll be monitor of this classroom until I return," Janice Sandys declared as she took Alice by the wrist and led her out of the classroom to the office of the superintendent.
Alice Evans was about to face the most trying ordeal of her lovely young life.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was not until the week before Thanksgiving that Alice Evans felt that she had accumulated enough allowance to make the attempt at escaping the Downing School for Girls, together with her friend, the lovely raven-haired French Canadian Colette. And provoking her decision was the humiliating memory of a classroom spanking which Janice Sandys had inflicted on her naked behind only the Friday before.
She had tried very hard to escape being charged with sufficient demerits to be on the Friday afternoon punishment list, and had succeeded quite well, learning somewhat to curb her impulsive tongue and to hold back some of what she felt like saying, since it had already cost her tender bottom some very painful memories. But on this particular occasion, the light-brown-haired instructress had deliberately egged her on, because James Downing had indicated to his perverse mistress that he wished Alice Evans driven to commit faults enough to call for a really severe chastisement.
Meanwhile, to assuage his own priapic lusts, the suave black-haired superintendent had been amusing himself (apart from his liaison with both Janice Sandys and Alice's aunt, Abigail Winston) with Margaret Fairley, a very attractive and sensual eighteen-year-old auburn-haired beauty who had been reported to him by Miss Athena Earnshaw, in whose classroom she was. This had occurred three weeks previously, when Margaret, who had already had several Friday afternoon bare-bottom spankings across the imperious teacher's lap, had indignantly protested being sentenced to five demerits simply over a rather heated discussion the day before concerning a problem in civics. She had been so idealistic over her viewpoint that she had taken exception to Miss Earnshaw's explanation, and without meaning in the least to be impertinent or insubordinate, poor Margaret had practically let herself go in a hectic debate. The upshot of this had been that Miss Earnshaw had sentenced her to five demerits and warned her that another impertinent remark would cost her seven more, which would necessitate a visit to James Downing's office. Margaret had burst into tears, stamped her foot, and exclaimed that it wasn't fair, that she was simply interested in this particular side of the argument and wanted to discuss it with her teacher. But, needless to say, all the instructresses at the Downing School for Girls (as well as those in the new branch at Bran ton) had been expressly engaged for their disciplinary outlook, so that there would always be plenty of lovely girls being punished not only on Friday afternoons but throughout the week for James Downing to enjoy. And so Miss Earnshaw had at once sentenced Margaret Fairley to ten demerits more, a total of fifteen, which called for public punishment. When she led the weeping auburn-haired beauty into his office, she quickly explained the reason for this interview, and then left the unhappy girl alone with the superintendent.
James Downing had begun by lecturing her severely on her audacity in arguing before all the other pupils and thereby questioning the integrity and authority of the teacher. He went on to indicate that such conduct could not be tolerated and that an example must be made. But when he pronounced sentence, which was a chastisement by her own classmates and the entire school-just as Alice Evans and Colette Durochard had suffered early in the semester-Margaret Fairley nearly fainted with shame. She would be, he coldly informed her, stretched out on a whipping bench and her wrists and ankles tightly clamped, her skirt and slip hoisted up and pinned high above her bottom. Then her panties would be removed and each of the other fifty-nine girls in the school would ascend the stage one by one and apply three good hard swats of a pine-wood paddle to her naked behind.
Hearing this shocking sentence made Margaret fling herself down on her knees, clasp her hands and stare up at him with tear-blurred eyes. "Oh, Mr. Downing, my God, I shall die of shame before they even begin to punish me. Take pity on me, I am eighteen years old and it's dreadful to shame me like this!"
"In that case, Miss Fairley," was his curt reply, "you would have done better to have thought twice before arguing with Miss Earnshaw in class. You could have very sensibly gone up to her after class and asked for an explanation of the point in question. We just cannot have insubordination in our school, Miss Fairley. You may prepare yourself for punishment tomorrow afternoon after the last bell before the entire school."
Still on her knees, horrified at the thought of being stripped practically naked for even the thirteen-year-old girls to see, and then receive what amounted to 180 blows of a wooden paddle on her tender naked behind, Margaret Fairley had hysterically implored: "Oh, Mr. Downing, I'll do anything in the world, anything! For God's sake, if I must be p-p-punished, do it yourself, but don't make me go through that in front of everybody, I beseech you!"
He had stared down greedily at this handsome young woman whose ripe bodily development belied her eighteen years, and then he had pursed his lips and fingered his chin as he pretended to ponder her appeal. Heartrendingly, her arms still clinging round his legs, her tearstained face upturned to him, Margaret supplicated: "Oh, sir, do let me off from that and I will be very brave if you--if you punish me yourself. I swear I will!"
"Very well, Margaret," he had finally decided. "But you must give me your word of honor that if I exempt you from a public thrashing this time, you will obey mo at every order I give you this evening. I shall give you your punishment in private."
"Ohhh, thank you, Mr. Downing, thank you. I'll do everything you want, I'll be very good, I promise," Margaret Fairley had sobbed.
He had allowed her to compose herself, to dry her eyes, and then had sent her back to class with a note to Miss Earnshaw authorizing the latter to suspend the demerits until further word from him, since Margaret Fairley had pleaded extenuating circumstances and would receive an exemplary punishment in private. The lovely black-haired instructress cynically understood what nature of punishment was involved, but since her own predilections were Lesbian, her only regret was that she herself could not be allowed to chastise Margaret and perhaps seduce the young beauty to her own bed.
Promptly after lights out that night, therefore, Margaret Fairley was obliged to come to James Downing's private chambers, wearing the customary school uniform of the low-cut white blouse and short black skirt, high-heeled pumps and black hose with elastic garters. Once in his room, she turned pale when she saw that he was in his bathrobe and slippers, smoking a cigar which he held in his left hand and flourishing a slim whippy rattan in the other. Her courage gave way, and she burst into tears and pleaded with him not to whip her, stammering that she was too old to be so punished.
"I thought you had given me your word to obey me implicitly, Margaret," he had sternly rebuked her. "But I will give you my word on this, young lady. If you do not obey at once, tomorrow afternoon you will not only be paddled by every girl in the school, but after they have finished with you, Miss Earnshaw will take you to her chambers, tie you to the bedpost, and give you thirty cuts with a cane exactly like this. You will then wear the penitent's costume for an entire month, which means that if you receive so much as a single demerit for any reason during that month, you will receive another caning on Friday afternoon in class along with those of your classmates who are on the punishment list. Do I make myself clear?"
Absolutely consternated by such a diabolical threat, Margaret Fairley had thrown herself on his mercy, weeping loudly. He had ordered her to take off her clothes, down to her brassiere and pumps, then had ordered her to take off her panties of her own accord and to kneel on a heavy, low, thickly upholstered armchair, clasp her hands together in front of her and drape her arms over the back of the chair. And his eyes had blazed when he had seen the dark-reddish thatch of virginal pussy-hair covering the plump mound of her cunthole and the tawny-sheened beauty of her naked flesh. Her round, full buttocks were upstandingly formed, with a gradually broadening shadowy groove separating the luscious rotundities, and when she had taken that shameful pose, clad in only her bra and pumps and stockings, the pink lips of her delicious quim peeped out at him in the most libidinous way.
Placing himself behind the girl, who had begun to cry in shame and terror, he had pressed his left palm down on the small of her back, tapped her jutting naked bottom with the cane a half-dozen times to heighten her suspense, while he continued to lecture her on her naughtiness, until poor Margaret Fairley felt like a child about to be chastised for a misdemeanor. And then he had given her the first cut, horizontally over both summits, and the pain had been so intense that poor Margaret had rushed her hands back to protect her bottom and hysterically begged him not to hurt her so.
But by dint of threatening her with public chastisement as well as a caning from her instructors, James Downing had managed to force the weeping, half-naked girl to accept a sound dozen of the very best, which had striped her magnificent bottom with livid weals.
He had let her cry her heart out, still bent over the back of the chair in that shameful pose, while he had finished his cigar. Then when she had naively asked him if her punishment were over, he had laughed and replied that it was just beginning, and had ordered her to get off the chair and come to him as he seated himself on the low couch, ordering her to drape herself across his lap for a sound bottom-smacking by hand.
Once again the threat of public punishment had made the unhappy young beauty submit, but once she had finally draped herself across his lap and hidden her face in her hands, about a dozen solid and stinging smacks from his right hand had made her roll off the couch, scramble to her knees, and beg him with tears running down her cheeks hot to punish her any more and that she would do absolutely anything he asked if only he would not hurt her like this.
"If you really mean what you say, Margaret, there is a way you can escape more whipping, for I had thought to give you about fifty more good spanks with my hand and then about a dozen with a leather strap," he had announced. And Margaret had groveled and begged for a remission of that torture.
"Very well, my girl," he had commanded. "If you want me to forget about the rest of your punishment, you will keep your word and obey me. My first order is for you to untie my bathrobe and open it."
And after she had done that, her eyes widened with stupefaction to see the massive and ominous jut of his stiff, throbbing prick.
She had been compelled to kiss it respectfully, and when she had demurred in shame and revulsion, he had picked up the cane from where it lay beside him and applied a whisking cut across the tops of her naked hips, warning her that he could always change his mind and have her publicly paddled. Margaret had capitulated. Not only had she sucked his cock, but she had been made to beg him in her own halting and sobbing words to fuck her. He had made her take a cushion and place it in the middle of the couch and drape herself on her back over it so that her loins were projected up on a kind of altar of sacrifice. And then he had fucked her vigorously, and the pain of her caned bottom had made her wriggle and squirm in the most wanton manner.
He had amused himself with Margaret Fairley during this past week, having her come twice more to his chambers at night after lights out. , .
Now he was ready to proceed against Alice Evans, and on this Friday afternoon, he at last realized his opportunity.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lovely red-haired, green-eyed Alice Evans had been trapped into an argument with Janice Sandys when the latter had perfidiously ordered her to act as a kind of executioner's assistant during the thrashing of four young classmates. Conquering her rancor, Alice had knelt down at the side of the heavy, straight-backed chair in which the instructress sat and held onto the slim wrists of poor Madge Frawley, who had been sentenced to receive twelve strokes of the leather paddle on her naked bottom. Madge had been a frequent victim of the light-brown-haired dominatress, and this punishment too, had been unjust in Alice's opinion. She could hardly bear to look at the lovely, agonized face of the culprit, and the latter's pleas as the paddle mercilessly crashed down on her tender naked bottom had finally led Alice to revolt.
So, when Janice Sandys had ordered her to remain there so that she might hold the wrists of the next girl, Peggy Tolliver, a slim, very shy, honey-haired girl of sixteen whose first spanking this was to be, Alice had indignantly refused. To Miss Sandys' delight, after repeating the order, Alice had again shaken her head and insisted that she wouldn't take part in such unjust and cruel treatment of the girls.
"Very well, Alice, you've been asking for this all semester. You're going to Mr. Downing's room this moment. Dora Mae, take over the class till I get back," Miss Sandys ordered.
Once inside the superintendent's office, Miss Sandys had denounced Alice to him and insisted, "This time I think this little brat needs a paddling by the entire school, just like that first time. And that will mean she'll have to wear the penitent's costume. Knowing how impertinent she always is, I'm sure she will have to wear it for the rest of the school year."
"You've had it in for me ever since I came here, Miss Sandys," Alice had indignantly cried out, stamping her foot, which was one of her impulsive and uncontrollable mannerisms when she got excited. "I'm going to ask my aunt to take me out of here!"
"You are repeating yourself, my dear Miss Evans," James Downing sarcastically remarked. "You said that before, on the very first day of school, as you may recall, when you had your first paddling. But as you see, you are still here. And so long as you are, my girl, you will follow our rules or suffer the consequences. Yes, Miss Sandys, I think that on Monday afternoon, after the last class, Alice Evans will be stretched out on the whipping bench and soundly thrashed, and this time her panties will be removed at the very outset and she will receive four stinging swats from each girl in school!! "
Hearing this unjust and cruel sentence, Alice Evans uttered a cry and ran for the door, but Janice Sandys intercepted her by catching one of her wrists and twisting it so that the lovely redhead sank down to her knees and cried out in pain.
"I think, Mr. Downing, there is no need to wait until after the weekend to teach this insolent little bitch a much-needed lesson," she hissed.
"I'm of your opinion. We'll take her downstairs to the basement where there is a special room for mutinous pupils like her," he exclaimed, seizing Alice by the other wrist and with his other hand touched a button near the wall.
In a few moments the buxom Clara entered the office. "You and Miss Sandys will take Alice here to the cellar room, Clara, and prepare her for punishment, Clara," Mr. Downing snapped.
Alice shrieked and struggled, but the young instructress and the gray-haired matron dragged her out of the office and down the stairs and towards a curious storage compartment which was completely enclosed and at one side of the wide cellar. Opening the door, Janice Sandys pushed Alice in, and she and the matron followed.
Reaching up, the instructress tugged a cord and a bare electric light bulb cast a stark illumination on this special punishment chamber, for such it was.
A ridged wooden sawhorse stood in the center of the enclosure with buckling straps fastened to the front and rear legs. In another corner was a low, wide, black leather padded couch.
In spite of Alice's frantic struggles, the two women dragged her over to the sawhorse, unfastened her short skirt and tugged it off her legs, pulled up her slip and forced her down over the sharp-ridged sawhorse, swiftly buckling the straps around her wrists and ankles. Then Janice Sandys, with a gloating laugh, applied a vicious pinch to the plump, round right buttock of the fiery young rebel which made Alice squeal with anger and pain.
"Rip her panties entirely off, Clara. She won't need them," she now commanded. The matron chuckled and obeyed.
Alice Evans uttered a shriek of shame and dismay as she felt herself denuded, and her tender virgin cunt was left without protection against the infernally sharp and narrow wooden ridge of the apparatus over which she was so tightly strapped.
"That's all, Clara, you may go, and thank you,"
Janice Sandys remarked. And after the matron had left the enclosure, she resumed, "Now, you stubborn little bitch, you're going to be thrashed within an inch of your life. Do you see that cane over on the couch? I'm going to give you thirty with it. You're going to crawl at my feet and lick them and humbly apologize for all the annoyances you've caused me this semester."
"I'll die first before I'll do that, you cruel, unjust, vicious woman!" Alice cried at the top of her lungs.
Janice Sandys laughed softly, walked over to the couch, picked up the white Malacca cane, swished it through the air, and then proceeded to apply a vicious, whistling cut over the base of Alice's naked bottom. A piercing shriek was torn from the young beauty as she wriggled and squirmed over the sawhorse, and then she cried out again, for the sharp ridge had bitten into her maiden cunthole.
A second, then a third, and then a fourth followed, with hardly any pause between them, decorating Alice's milky-sheened bottom-cheeks with glowing crimson welts.
"There! That's just a warm-up," Janice Sandys panted. "Now I'm going to give you your thirty, you little bitch. And you're going to count them out, or I'll keep on whipping you until you've counted thirty good ones. Do you understand me?"
So saying, she gripped the cane and brought it down with an angry CRACK over the tops of Alice's struggling hips, and a frantic, piercing shriek rang out just as James Downing opened the door and entered the enclosed chamber.
Janice Sandys quickly explained her project, and the suave superintendent agreed: "It will do as a start," he marked.
"Oh God! You're going to whip me to death!" Alice cried, beside herself at these sinister words.
"Proceed, Miss Sandys!" James Downing said hoarsely, as he seated himself on the couch. He had quickly changed into his bathrobe and shorts, with slippers, and he now locked the door to the enclosure so that no one might disturb him.
The cane rose, paused in the air, then slashed down once, twice, thrice. Each time Alice's body jerked furiously under the burning, agonizing slash, her head flung back and a wild, clamorous scream of agony was wrested from her.
"I see you're not going to count, eh?" Janice Sandys hoarsely upbraided the hysterical young beauty. "So much the worse for your bottom, Alice Evans. You shall be caned until you have counted out thirty strokes, and after that Mr. Downing will finish your punishment."
With this, insidiously pressing the slim cane right down the groove which separated the lividly welted naked buttocks, the perverse instructress lifted the implement up and gave it a slight downward flick, right against Alice's virgin ass-hole.
"EEEYEEEOWWWWWOUUUUU!! ! OHH MY GOD, NOT THERE, OH PLEASE DON'T HIT ME THERE! OH STOP IT!" Alice shrieked as she jerked at her bonds and tried to arch herself off the hellish sawhorse.
"You shall have it there and nowhere else until you start counting, you stubborn little slut," Janice Sandys hissed, and once again the stinging, narrow, flexible cane launched down into the ambery shadowy groove between those contracting and shuddering naked bottom-cheeks.
In her agony, Alice ground and twisted herself, her pussy chafed by the cruel ridge of the apparatus. "OH STOP! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT! OH GOD, YOU'RE KILLING ME, YOU'RE KILLING ME!! ! " she shrieked.
"Wait a bit, Miss Sandys," James Downing rose from the couch and walked toward the sawhorse. He put out his left hand, cupped Alice's trembling chin and lifted up her contorted, trembling face. "You say you will do anything? I warn you, Miss Sandys will keep caning you in that very place, and then you will still have your thirty official cuts to announce. Well?"
Before Alice could answer, the perverse instructress again darted the cane down into that tender anal groove.
"YEOWWAAHHHRRRR!! ! OH YES, YES, MR. DOWNING, I'LL DO ANYTHING IF YOU'LL ONLY STOP HER! ONLY NOT THERE, NOT THERE, YOU'RE KILLING ME, OH MY GOD, YOU'RE KILLING ME!! ! " the victim shrieked, half fainting with the hellish agony of those insidious strokes.
He made a gesture to the handsome instructress who disappointedly shrugged and tossed the cane onto the couch, unlocked the door of the chamber and went out. He moved to the door and locked it, then returned to the hysterically weeping, half-naked culprit.
"And now, Alice, I am ready to prove your newly found obedience." he muttered thickly.
Unstrapping her and lifting her off the horse, he swiftly stripped her naked except for her stockings and pumps, then lifted her and carried her over to the couch. Half-fainting with the agony in her loins and anus, Alice could hardly resist his expert advances. In a moment he had his clothes off except for shorts and socks, and was mounted between her round, creamy thighs, his prick digging into her tender quim. With a shriek she tried to push him away; grunting in his rut, James Downing thrust himself through Alice Evans's cherry and accomplished the destruction of her virginity.
Then he fucked her at his leisure, three times enjoying her before he at last rose triumphantly from his lovely victim's sprawled, half-conscious naked body.
Putting back on his shorts and body, he left the enclosure and summoned Clara to take the victim to the infirmary.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was Sunday afternoon, and Alice had gone back to her dormitory, very pale and almost morbidly silent. Her bottom had been salved, and she had been given every attention and good food by the two matrons who had watched over her in the infirmary. But now she was determined to escape at all costs.
At night, when everyone was asleep, having gotten into bed and pulled the sheets up to her neck, though still wearing her clothes, she got out of bed, tiptoed to the door of the dormitory and let herself out.
Luck was with her, and she was able to reach the tall metal grilled fence which enclosed the entire property. But the gate was locked. In desperation, she hurried towards the north side, and there by great good luck found a packing crate on which she could climb and just reach the top. Summoning all her strength, she clutched the top and swung herself over, and then let herself drop with a prayer. Again luck was with her, for she fell upon a thick grassy knoll, and though it nearly knocked the wind out of her, she was unhurt. It was dark, and there was not a car on the streets, so she walked as quickly as she could until she reached the main street of the little town. There was the sheriff's office, and she hammered on the door until she saw a light flash on and a sleepy deputy emerge from the back of the office.
He angrily demanded to know what she wanted, but when he heard her almost hysterical explanation, his eyes widened and he let her in, then reached for the phone and called the sheriff.
Half an hour later, Alice Evans was explaining to the county sheriff what had happened to her.
* * *
It is true that under normal circumstances, Sheriff Frank Hastings might not have taken the word of a runaway sixteen-year-old girl against that of the well known superintendent of the Downing School for Girls or, for that matter, against her aunt Abigail Winston. But fate had decided to take a hand in Alice's favor, after having at first been seemingly turned against the lovely young redhead. For when Sheriff Hastings sent two deputies along with Alice to her aunt's house, they found Abigail Winston frantically embarrassed at this midnight call. She had had just time to put on a robe over a very bizarre costume; a one-piece glistening black leather bodysheath which left her naked breasts liberated in cutouts and also provided a triangular cutout for the display of her furry cunthole. She had not been roused from slumber; quite the contrary. She had been in her bedroom subjugating a lovely seventeen-year-old pupil from the Branton Branch of the school which she herself had subsidized.
After recovering her aplomb, Abigail Winston had laughingly dismissed her niece's totally fantastic and unfounded charges. But one of the deputies heard a muffled groan and, upon investigation, entered the bedroom of Alice's perverse aunt and discovered a pretty black-haired girl spread-eagled on the wide bed, stark naked, blindfolded and gagged, and the marks of a rubber dog whip, which lay on her belly, streaking her titties and inner thighs.
That sufficed. Despite her indignant protests that she would bring suit for false arrest, Abigail Winston was led off to the waiting police car and driven back to the sheriff's office.
The two deputies, after freeing the naked young brunette and letting her dress, took her along to give testimony. Her name was Susan Norman, and she tearfully confirmed Alice's story. One of the instructresses at the Brandon School had put her down for an unjust number of demerits and turned her over to Abigail Winston for "special punishment."
The next morning, James Downing received a visit from the sheriff's deputies and was arrested, together with Janice Sandys. The Sheriff swiftly notified the relatives of the girls enrolled in this school of subjugation, and by the following Tuesday the school building stood empty.
Alice Evans asked a favor of Sheriff Hastings, and he told her that "I didn't hear you, Miss Evans. But my deputies will wait for you about half an hour over at the school, and after that we'll have to take you back as a material witness against this depraved bunch."
Alice giggled in a most unlady-like way. "Thanks, Sheriff Hastings. Come along, Janice dear."
* * *
The two deputies stood with their backs to the cellar chamber in which Alice Evans had lost her virginity. They winked at each other and pretended not to hear the wailing screams and piteous pleas for mercy on the other side of the door.
Janice Sandys, naked as the day she was born, strapped down on the sawhorse, was tasting retribution to the fullest as Alice Evans wielded the cane over her buttocks and did not forget to administer quite a few vigorous flicks right down the crease of those shuddering oval globes.
Clara and Anna had been ordered by the deputies to carry out Alice Evans' first and final order in the Downing School for Girls.
The half hour was the longest in Janice Sandys' life until two weeks later when, standing beside her former lover, she heard the judge sentence them both to the penitentiary.
And so Alice Evans underwent a painful education to find her rightful place in life. Appointed a ward of the court, she is now in a highly reputable private junior college, and can look forward to inheriting her aunt's house as well as the valuable piece of oil land which Abigail Winston tried to cheat her out of. Abigail Winston is in a women's prison, where rumor has it the matrons inflict corporal punishment on unruly prisoners and those who do not yield to their Lesbian desires. Very likely she has had a choice to make as well, since for her so late in life, a painful education is beginning.
