GIRLS' SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN
PART II
Richard Hazel had settled in comfortably as a
teacher and as assistant to the head of Greenwich Academy, an
exclusive private school for girls. To his delight, he
discovered that the primary function of his administrative job
was the spanking of those young ladies who violated the school's
strict rules - a responsibility which he handled very well and
which was sexually stimulating to him. The spankings were also
stimulating to Ann Henderson, his boss and the school's
headmistress, a required witness to each of the bare bottom
chastisements. As a result, he found himself the happy object
of Ann's attentions after each friday night punishment session,
with his cock nearly buried in the lady's eager mouth or between
her equally hungry pussy lips.
As the school term advanced, however, the demands on his
disciplinary skills abated. After the first few weeks, the pain
and humiliation of the first few miscreants seemed to serve as
an object lesson for all of the girls. Although each spanking
was privately administered, the sound of the paddle or the cane
followed by anguished cries could be heard by other girls on
their way to the school store, club meetings or other evening
activities. Undoubtedly, also, the sight of a sniffling teenage
girl walking uncomfortably back to her dormitory, while rubbing
at her stinging posterior, sent a message to her peers that
inappropriate behavior was dealt with severely at the Academy.
So it was that Richard's mind was not on disciplinary
duties on the particular afternoon that Ann walked into his
office. He had been grading papers and looked up at the
interruption.
"Richard, my sweet," smiled Ann, "we have a problem on
our hands and I want you in on it. Mrs. Harris just had a
report from one of her 9th graders. Apparently, the child's
roommate has a badly bruised backside and she was worried about
it. Someone has been walloping her. Have you been practicing
your spanking after school?"
Richard ignored the jibe. "This fits in with what I've
heard before. I think we have some sort of secret organization
operating in the Upper School. Some of my students have
suggestted it, but noone is willing to talk about it. I'm told
it's called the Ladies of the Evening because they meet at
night, after lights out, and they like the joke which the name
creates."
"I intend to get to the bottom of this," said Ann
angrily. "I won't have that kind of nonsense in my school. If
anyone is going to smack ass, it will be me. Or you, dear,"
she said, softening and bending to kiss Richard. "I will send
for the girl immediately and bring her here."
About 10 minutes later, Ann returned to Richard's office
followed by a reluctant teenager. Ann smiled as the girl
declined an invitation to be seated. "Betty," she said
addressing the nervous 14 year old, "I understand that you have
been smacked around a little. How did it happen?"
"It's nothing, Ms. Henderson," the girl mumbled.
"Nevertheless, you will tell me...about that and about
the Ladies of the Evening."
$H The reference to the secret organization definitely
struck home and a flush crept over the girl's face. "I...I
can't talk about it," she said.
Sternly, the young headmistress seated herself in one of
the chairs and pulled the surprised Betty over her lap. In a
moment, the girls uniform skirt had been raised and her panties ğ @ 4
Šlowered. Betty's full bottom cheeks, now exposed, revealed a
number of red blotches, obviously the result of their having
been smacked repeatedly with a hard implement. Embarrassed that
her pudgy mounds were now on display in Richard's presence, the
girl wiggled and groaned.
"O. K. my girl. We get the truth out of you or I will
ask Mr. Hazel to lend me his paddle and I will personally give
you another dose."
At this Betty began to wail. "Oh, please," she
blubbered, "Don't spank me, I've had enough. I'll tell you
but....but you can't tell them I told....they'll kill me."
Tearfully, with her ample bare mounds in the air over
Ann's knees, Betty disclosed the secret of the Ladies of the
Evening. As Richard had surmised, the group purported to be a
secret sorority started by 5 10th grade girls 2 years ago. The
leaders were now seniors but each year they had each recruited a
9th grader so that the group now numbered 15. Betty was one of
five 9th grade candidates chosen for this year.
"How does the bottom warming enter into all this"? Ann
applied a gentle smack to the upraised bottom on her lap as she
asked the question and was delighted by the yelp of pain from
the youngster.
"We.....we have to do things for the sisters, that's the
older girls who are already in, and if you don't do what you're
supposed to, or if its not right, well....you get the paddle."
Betty went on to describe the punishmnent session which
was held for those unlucky candidates who had committed
infractions. The offender was made to bend over the back of
chair, placing both hands flat on the seat. Then her skirt was
raised and panties lowered to the floor. In that humiliating
posture, the girl received the alloted number of strokes from
each of the "sisters" applied with a college fraternity paddle
which one of them had obtained from her older brother. The
result was that the backsides of several 9th graders had been
given a severe workout.
"You must know, Betty," said Ann, giving the girl
another sharp spank, "that secret societies or sororities of any
kind are against our rules. As of this moment you are out of
it. I will deal with the Ladies myself."
Ann's hand moved softly over the Betty's tormented
cheeks as the girl wiggled in nervous anticipation. "Now, dear,"
Ann said, "if you are ready to give me the names, I think we can
let you go back to rubbing that sore backside."
Later that evening, the headmistress of Greenwich
Academy lay on her back in Richard's bed, her legs apart and
waving in the air as she held him in the "saddle" formed by her
thighs and buttocks. Between groans of pleasure Ann recounted
the details of her meeting with the 15 girls named by Betty.
Threatened with immediate expulsion, the "Ladies" had begged for
some alternative punishment and, after a suitable period of
suspense, Ann had relented. "Wait till you hear what I have
planned," she murmered. Then she gasped loudly as Richard's cock
plunged further between her pussy lips.
Although there was no formal announcement, that friday
evening a large number of girls from the upper school filled the
stands in the gymnasium as the story circulated that the
snobbish members of the forbidden sorority were to be
disciplined in the presence of their peers. From the locker
area, Richard and Ann led an unhappy string of "Ladies" onto the
gym floor. The 15 girls were dressed only in tee shirts and
panties, as their bouncing breasts and protruding nipples
demonstrated. A number of chairs had been set up and, at Ann's
instructions, they sat down to await their punishment, ğ @ <
Šembarrassed at the presence of an audience. A scorers table had
been set up in the middle of the floor and small gym mats had
been draped over both ends.
"You girls have violated school rules by forming a
secret society and participating in forbidden activities." Ann
was addressing the 15, but the spectators, expectantly hushed,
were listening to every word.
"The worst part of it all is that you treated your
younger schoolmates with brutality and encouraged a snobbish
attitude among the other members of your group. I think that,
after our talk, almost all of you are now aware that the Ladies
of the Evening organization was a big mistake. We will accept
that, but you must be punished. As your names are called,
kindly step forward to the table, drop your panties to the floor
and bend over one of the ends. You will each receive 8
strokes of the cane from Mr. Hazel and myself. If you move out
of position before you are permitted, you will receive
additional strokes."
Turning to the spectators, Ann reacted to the murmer
caused by her announcement. "Those of you who do not wish to
share this punishment had better be quiet. This discipline
session is being held in the gym not only because of the large
number of girls involved but because I want all of you to get
the message. While the punishment is relatively mild, the pain
and humiliation of it is intended to bring these young ladies
down to earth. I expect that the lesson will be learned."
Turning to the embarrassed girls, Ann called up the
first two who, with some hesitation, took their places over each
end of the table. By agreement with Ann, Richard advanced on
the teenager lying over the nearest end and paused a moment,
cane in hand, to survey the nubile backside upended before him.
Overcome by the shame of this public chastisement, the girl had
begun sobbing as soon as her bare bottom cheeks were exposed so
that her twin mounds quivered with anticipation as well as the
effect of her emotion. Richard noted, with some delight, that
the girl's bottom consisted of two perfectly formed mounds with
whisps of pubic hair peeping out from the dark cleft visible
between them.
Richard's reverie was interrupted by the swish of a cane
and a loud yelp of pain. Ann had begun to apply the punishment
to the girl at the other end of the table. As if following this
cue, Richard began the job at hand. Pausing briefly between each
stroke, the headmistress and her assistant applied the requisite
number of strokes to the soft female rumps as the girl's howled
and danced.
When the punshment was over, the girls remained in
position, crying loudly, until Ann excused them and then
scooped up their panties from the floor and ran from into the
locker area, bouncing and jiggling in a manner that amused the
spectators. As the next two girls were called to take their
place, Richard moved to the other side of the table to the
position which Ann had previously occupied. This time the bare
bottom presented to him was larger and more voluptuous so that
Richard was rewarded with the delightful bounce of the twin
cheeks as the cane left its mark.
For the next several minutes, the gym was filled with
the sobs and cries of the anguished young girls undergoing
punishment as, two by two, they assumed their positions and felt
the chastisement of the cane. As a futher measure of
humiliation, the girls were quite aware that the required
posture that thrust their bare bottoms high in the air for
punishment also exposed their most intimate female areas to the
view of the onlookers. But as the cane bit into the tender ğ @ <
Šbottom cheeks, most of them had difficulty keeeping their feet
from dancing about in a frantic hop or beating their toes
against the gym floor in a futile effort to calm the pain.
Nearly all of the youngsters, when excused by Ann, ran
from the floor of the gym, sobbing and rubbing the reddening
welts of the cane crisscrossing their bare behinds. Some, more
modest, attempted first to replace their panties but found their
bottoms too sensitive for the stretched cotton. As a result,
several girls left the floor with panties covering only the
pubic area leaving their sore rumps exposed to the air which,
together with their sobs and cries of distress, contributed to
the amusement of the audience.
Finally, one young lady remained seated after the
others, soundly chastised, had fled in shame. Cynthia Baker,
the leader of the group, sat up primly, her proud breasts and
erect nipples thrusting against the cotton shirt. Cynthia had
not been apologetic in Ann's meeting. On the contrary, she
considered the school's position on her sorority as quite
reactionary and had said as much. Ann vowed she would find a
way to bring this snobby bitch down.
"Cynthia," said Ann sweetly, "no cane for you, my dear.
You have been very difficult in this situation making it hard
for me to enforce the rule of the school and encouraging the
others to question my authority - you have been a very stubborn
child. So....you are to be punished as a naughty little girl is
punished. Right here, in front of your friends, Cynthia, Mr.
Hazel will give you an old fashioned spanking. We'll see if the
paddle can help you understand the situation."
Cynthia blushed furiously. As Richard approached her,
beckoning, she seemed frantic. "Please," she murmered to him,"
don't humiliate me that way. I'll take the cane, but a spanking
is too embarrassing. I'm....I'm 17 years old."
Nothwithstanding her protests, Richard pulled her, half
dragging, to a chair in the center of the gym floor and
positioned her over his knees in the classic spanking posture.
Cynthia small fists beat against his leg, but a resounding smack
of the paddle he was holding against the girl's ample and panty
clad rump soon gave her something else to think about. Pausing,
Richard placed his hand in the waistband of Cynthia's panties
and pulled them down to her ankles where they retarded the
girl's frantic efforts to kick. The spectators became quiet as
Cynthia's twin mounds were exposed and Richard began to apply
the paddle to the bare cheeks.
SMACK.................SMACK..............SMACK, the
spanks decended like the crack of a cap pistol on the bare and
wiggling bottom. "Ouch..........Ow..........stop.......Oh..
Ooo.....,that hurts........please.....no-oh." Cynthia's
protests turned to howls of pain as the Richard spanked the
bouncing mounds with a slow even cadence.
"Yeow......hoo,hoo...........ouch, help...AIEEEK.
Cynthia began to howl loudly. As much as she tried to wiggle
and kick to avoid the punishment, the paddle continued to
descend on her tormented and reddening cheeks. She waived her
legs in the air wildly, kicking off the flimsy panties. Her
shrieks and yelps of pain and her gyrating red bottom cheeks
made her appear to be a little girl suffering the traditional
punishment for her naughtiness. This image contrasted somewhat
with the mature furry cleft which she displayed as her thighs
opened.
Cynthia was blubbering loudly when Richard, at last,
ended the painful and ordeal. He did not allow her to leave her
humiliating position over his lap so that, for a few moments she ğ @ <
Šlay sobbing, her bare bottom cheeks red and quivering with the
hot sting of the paddle - in every sense a completely subjugated
young lady. Finally, Richard placed her on her feet, still bare
from the waist down and spoke to her softly. "Cynthia, "it's
time for your little speech of apology. Now do it well or you go
back over my lap."
Cynthia stood, completely humiliated and red-faced, her
blazing bottom exposed to everyone. Her hands were cupped in
front of her to cover her pubic mound, although, from time to
time, they rubbed at her well-spanked backside. Her friends and
classmates sat silently as she began in a cracked and sobbing
voice. "I....I'm sorry......what I did was wrong....[sniff]. I
apologize and ask you all to forgive me."
Ann, who had retrieved the girl's panties, brought them
to her. "Very well," she said, "I hope you have learned your
lesson. You may leave."
When all of the girls had filed out of the gym, Richard
guided Ann to the table over which the girls had been punished.
Before the surprised headmistress could protest, he bent her
over the end and, pulling up her skirt, yanked her panties down
to floor. Freeing his hard and throbbing cock, he thrust it up
against Ann's cunt and was pleased to discover that she had
become soaking wet during the evening's proceedings. With a
murmer of delight, he slid his rigid maleness between the
headmistress's moist pussy lips. Again the gym resounded with
feminine noises, but this time there were no tears.
The adventures of the Disciplinarian will
be continue - watch for him.