GIRLS' SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN
                             PART III
       Parents' weekend at Greenwich Academy is always a
chaotic experience. Parents and their daughters mill about the
campus, in the dorm rooms and the recreation areas. While there
are formal activities designed to give the them an idea of the
school life, parents usually try to see faculty members to
inquire about the progress being made by their darlings.
       To avoid this kind of confrontation, Richard Hazel,
assistant to the headmistress of Greenwich, and the school
disciplinarian, spent Saturday afternoon in his private study
marking papers. This was not the office which he generally
occupied, but the room used for punishment.  Of course, there
were no discipline sessions scheduled which give Richard a free
afternoon. At least until a knock on the door intruded on his
solitude.
       With a sigh, he went to the door and, opening it, stood
staring at the lovely woman in the doorway. Richard's visitor
had the face and figure of a fashion magazine cover.  Her
beautiful blond hair, blue eyes and the hint of firm and ample
breasts under the jacket of her elegant suit caused him to pause
as if paralyzed.
       She smiled at his discomforture.  "May I come in," she
said, "I'm Evelyn Colewell."
       Richard stammered an unintelligible response, but he
backed away from the door and waved her in. He directed her to a
chair, watching her exquisite legs moving under the short skirt
of the suit. "Please do. Won't you sit down."
        As she entered the room, he realized that she had a
teenage girl in tow, obviously her daughter.  Of course, Richard
thought, Lynne Colewell, a 14 year old and something of a smart
aleck, according to the other teachers. Richard had not been
called upon to punish the girl as yet, but her continued
misbehavior had been brought to his attention and he certainly
expected to see her very soon.
       "You know my daughter Lynne, I believe," she continued.
"We're sorry to intrude but Ms. Henderson told me you were the
one to see."
       Richard had to pull himself together to keep from
staring again. The lady had to be in her 40s, but she looked
25.  He glanced at the daughter who was a smaller version of her
mother but without her parent's charm and graciousness.  The
girl had not come here willingly and was grumbling and muttering
under her breath.
   "What can I do for you, Mrs. Colewell," he said finally.
    "You may be aware that my daughter has not impressed her
teachers with her good manners.  I understand from my
discussion with the headmistress that Lynne is very likely to be
sent to you for discipline.
       "That is true. She is probably going to be on the next
list."  Richard wondered if Mrs. Colewell was fully aware of the
nature of the punishment administered at Greenwich Academy. From
the look on Lynne's face, it was obvious that the teenager knew
what to expect.
       "I became quite upset," Mrs. Colewell continued, "when I
discovered this while I was putting some sweaters  in her
dresser drawer."  Opening her purse, Mrs. Colewell drew out a
pack of cigarettes nearly empty but with about 8 or ten
remaining. "Am I correct in assuming that smoking is against the
rules"?
       Before Richard could respond, Lynne became agitated.
"Oh, you bitch, why can't you mind your own business," she
snapped.
   Ignoring her, Richard addressed his lovely visitor.
"Yes, that is a serious infraction."
       "So Ms. Henderson indicated when I mentioned it.
Frankly, Mr. Hazel, I am not pleased with Lynne's attitude and I
believe she requires immediate correction. That is why I brought
her here. I want her punished right now."
       Noting Richard's hesitation, Mrs. Colewell continued. "I
realize that we are talking about a spanking, Mr. Hazel.  It is
something that Lynne has needed for some time, but it is beyond
my ability and her father,...well, we're divorced, so I have
been raising her by myself."
       "Very well, Mrs. Colewell, we'll begin right now."
        Reaching into his desk, Richard extracted a wooden
paddle, slightly larger than a table tennis racquet, through
which several holes had been drilled.  He moved toward the
teenager and led her to a chair a few feet from the one in which
her mother was sitting
       The topic of the discussion and the sight of the paddle
had increased Lynne's apprehension.  "Oh....please....no.......
Mother...," she shrieked as Richard seated himself and pulled
the terrified girl over his lap.  Lynne was dressed in the
school uniform so that her regulation jumper skirt rode up above
her hips as he adusted her position across his knees, exposing
her ample bottom filling the white cotton panties which
Greenwich girls were required to wear.  Holding her skirt well
above her waist, Richard applied pressure to the small of
Lynne's back to hold the squirming girl in place.  He paused as
he contemplated the wiggling backside still covered by the
panties.
       Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her
delightful and amused smile. "Don't be embarrassed, Mr. Hazel,"
she said, "go ahead and lower her panties."
       Richard smiled in return and pulled the teenagers brief
panties to a point below her knees baring her well formed twin
mounds and shapely thighs.  Lynne squeezed her cheeks together
as much in an effort to reduce the exposure of her nearly mature
feminine cleft as in anticipation of the dreaded punishment.
The girl had stopped protesting and began to whine softly as she
awaited the spanking.
       Lynne did not have to wait very long.  Within a few
moments, the paddle was rapidly spanking the resiliant
bottom-cheeks, each smack landing with a loud report on the soft
female flesh. The wriggling teenager began to shriek with pain
as she felt the fiery sting. "Ouch.....oooh. ow........agh......
.please..no...don't."
       Richard looked up for a moment as he paused to inspect
the reddening backside bouncing on his lap.  Lynne was waving
her legs wildly in the air, no longer concerned about displaying
the furry cleft and soft pussy lips each time her thighs parted
in her effort to avoid the punishing strokes. Mrs. Colewell sat
as if fascinated by the scene.  Her legs were tightly crossed
with a hint of white thigh above her stocking tops. Her face was
flushed and her nostrils flared with excitement.
       Returning to the bare bottom lying on his lap, Richard
applied himself to the punishment of the bare bottom lying on
his lap. Lynne was crying loudly as the continued sting and
humiliation of the spanking broke down her reserve.  "Oh..
help,this is awful.........Yeow........I'll be good......
Ouch.........oh.........please."
   When He  was satisfied with the red hue of the tormented
girl's bottom cheeks, Richard helped her to her feet.
Tearfully, Lynne hopped from side to side as she rubbed at the
pain in her bottom, oblivious to the soft curly tufts of her
pubic mound which she was now revealing.  Her panties remained
around her ankles for several minutes as she massaged her hot
posterior.  Then, sniffling into a tissue supplied by her
mother, the teenager stepped out of her panties and stuffed them
into hand.
       "You can probably go back to your room now, Lynne, if
it's all right with Mr. Hazel.  I will be along later to say
goodbye before I leave the school"
       Richard nodded and the girl, now somewhat calmer, looked
at Richard then at her mother. Smiling briefly, she left the
room still carrying her panties in her hand.
       When Lynne had closed the door behind her, Mrs. Colewell
walked over to Richard who was still seated.  Putting her arm on
his, she smiled warmly. "Thank you very much. I'm sure Lynne
will benefit from that."
       Richard, feeling himself like a schoolboy in the
presence of this elegant and beautiful woman, stammered a
response, hoping that Mrs. Colewell would not notice the
erection bulging in his pants.  She continued to speak, softly
and, Richard thought, in musical tones. "Richard, you must call
me Evelyn, please. I do hope we will be friends."
       "Certainly," he said. "Evelyn, I'm sure that your
daughter has learned a lesson and will improve her behavior.
Have you had much trouble with her."?
   "No, actually, just recently.  Since her father and I
divorced.  I believe she blames me for the difficulty, but we
married very young.  He was the first man who...well, you know
what I mean. Anyway, Lynne's respect for me diminished and I
allowed her to get away with it.  I have even continued to spoil
her hoping that would restore our relationship.  I guess I
messed things up out of a sense of guilt."
       "A child needs a firm hand in a situation like that,"
said Richard. "That's particularly true of adolescent females."
       Evelyn laughed. "What about their mothers.  Don't you
think they need a firm hand as well.  I think I have been as
bitchy as Lynne these last few months. Perhaps I need a spanking
myself."
       "Well," Richard quipped, "you've certainly come to the
right place. That's what I do here."
       "Very well," said Evelyn huskily, "let's get it over
with, please."
       Evelyn removed her jacket exposing perfect breasts,
jutting outward without support, their nipples already hardened.
She folded the jacket and placed it over a chair.  Then,
unzipping and stepping out of her skirt, she stood in front of
Richard wearing only a garter belt and bikini panties. Her long
legs were encased in sheer stockings held up by the garters and
ended in a pair of high-heeled shoes which contributed to the
erotic effect. "Shall I get across your knee?" she asked,
whispering softly.
       Richard was too excited to reply.  Instead he guided the
Evelyn's lovely frame into spanking position and lowered the
panties to a point well below the curve of her unblemished twin
mounds.  Their dampness confirmed her arousal as did the moist
pubic hair surrounding her delicate pussy lips, visible between
the lady's shapely thighs.  With a gasp of appreciation, he ran
his hand over the smooth bottom cheeks. "This ass is almost too
good to spank."
       She giggled, looking back at him from her humiliating
posture.  "Go ahead and spank it anyway."
       Richard began the spanking slowly, applying the paddle
smartly to the firm cheeks and alternating the smacks so as to
impart a uniform glow the the area.  Then he applied a flurry of
strokes, each leaving its stinging mark on the punishment place.
       "Oooch............yeow." Evelyn emitted a yelp of pain
after each smack but, unlike her daughter, seemed to be deriving
more satisfaction that distress from the chastisement. She
kicked her feet in the air wildly and ground her hips into his
lap as she squeezed her thighs together.
       By the time Evelyn's bottom had taken on a satisfactory
shade of red, this friction was certainly contributing to the
hardness in Richard's cock.  He felt that he was suffering
nearly as much as the spanked woman lying on it. Concerned that
he might embarrass himself by cumming in his pants, Richard
ended the spanking and helped Evelyn to her feet.  She smiled,
rubbing her bottom sensually for a few moments.  Then, she
leaned over and kissed him fervently.
       Pulling him to a standing position, Evelyn knelt before
him, unzipped his slacks and released the stiff and tormented
tool.  Richard breathed a sigh of relief which turned into a cry
of delight as she began to minister to his maleness with her
lips and tongue.
       "You must have an awful time, spanking those young,
sweet bottoms," she murmured.  But Richard's reply was lost in
his loud moan as her mouth enveloped him.