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 Archive name: border.txt (Fdom/M, spank)
 Authors name: Rick O (rick_oh@whiteice.com)
 Story title : Border Town Reform School

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 Copyright © 1999 Rick O. Commercial use is prohibited
 without permission.   Personal/private copies are
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 disclaimer and attribution to the original author are
 maintained. This is a work of fiction.  All characters
 are fictional.
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 Border Town Reform School
 by Rick O (rick_oh@whiteice.com)


 The assistants at the reform school just across the
 Rio Grande brought Dan to the punishment room.  This
 was Dan's second day at the school, where he had been
 sent as part of a plea agreement.  It appears that Dan
 and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their
 neighborhood.  They thought it was fun to watch their
 neighbors frantically work to remove the spray-painted
 slogans and slurs.  Those who didn't know how to
 immediately remove the paint had to pay a professional
 to perform the task.

 Dan and his cohorts also got a big thrill from
 barreling down the neighborhood streets all hours
 of the night with their car stereos blaring and
 thumping.  Some of the neoghbors, in their attempt
 to restore the area to a semi-peaceful state,
 diligently gathered evidence, and the hell-raisers
 were eventually caught.

 In order to avoid being sued by the many victims, Dan
 agreed to a stay at the reform school where, it was
 emphasized, he would learn about discipline.  Dan was
 sentenced to six months, which could be extended if
 his cooperation was not judged to be acceptable.

 The two assistants at the school, Sylvia Verdugo and
 Ilona Blanca, led Dan, with his hands cuffed behind
 his back, over to the punishment table.  Dan's only
 item of clothing was his briefs, which was the rule
 for all the "students" there.

 Miss Verdugo spent a few moments adjusting the height
 of the structure for the new arrival, and made notes
 of the settings in Dan's file.  They bent Dan over the
 structure and fastened a strap around his waist so
 that he was bound to the table.  Then his hands were
 released and fastened to the front of the structure.
 Finally, Miss Verdugo fastened a strap just above
 Dan's knees, so that from that point up, he was
 relatively immobile.

 Miss Blanca picked up the phone, pressed a few numbers
 on the keypad and spoke to her boss.  "Miss Fonseca,
 we have Dan here.  Yes, that's the one.  Okay."

 Miss Blanca and Miss Verdugo then seated themselves
 and waited for Anna Fonseca.  A few moments later Dan
 heard the door open and the sound of high heels slowly
 clip-clopping.  Miss Fonseca stopped when she was
 immediately behind him.

 "So, smarty pants here thinks it's funny to deface
 other peoples' property, huh?  Maybe you're gettin'
 too big for your britches, mister.  Let's see how you
 look without your smarty pants," she scolded.  Then
 his briefs were suddenly and expertly pulled down by
 this person he had not yet seen.

 "I bet your neighbors didn't think it was funny to
 have to clean up your messes, did they?  We'll have
 to see how funny you think it is to be here for a
 while," she continued.  Then she gave him a hard,
 twisting pinch on his left buttock.  Dan yelped when
 he felt the intensity of the pain.

 Miss Fonseca continued the lecture.  "Did you think
 that was funny? Your pretty little bottom is very
 tender.  That means you weren't spanked enough at
 home.  I doubt that you were spanked at all.  Ay,
 Dios, save us from the baby boomers and their per-
 missive feel-good society!  I'll tell you one thing,
 mister smarty pants, we're goin' to make up for it
 here.  You're gonna get all the spanking you shoulda
 got when you were growing up, and then some.  Verdugo,
 bring me the cane!"

 Sylvia Verdugo sprang up and fetched the yellow,
 whippy cane from the instruments hanging on the wall,
 and presented it to Miss Fonseca, who proceeded to
 walk around to where she could see her new arrival
 face to face.

 For the first time, Dan saw the woman whose voice had
 lectured him.  She appeared to be in her thirties,
 slightly bow-legged, and wore a red blouse and a blue
 denim skirt.  Her hair was black and straight, grace-
 fully flowing down below her shoulders. Flexing the
 cane back and forth, she resumed her lecture.

 "I'm gonna give you a whippin' now, mister smarty
 pants, for two reasons.  First, so you know what a
 whippin' feels like at this school, and second, to
 start paying your debt, so to speak.  I notice your
 file says that one of the houses you spray-painted
 was where a schoolteacher lives.  You and your
 compadres sprayed 'fuck' this and 'fuck' that all
 over her walls.  Today you're gonna be sorry for
 that one.  One more thing, mister.  Your parents are
 paying a lotta money for your stay here, and I'm
 gonna give them their money's worth."

 Miss Fonseca slowly and deliberately walked over to
 take her position as punisher.  "Mister cane, I want
 you to meet mister smarty pants!" she exclaimed as
 she drew the cane far back and brought it toward her
 target, flicking her wrist at the perfect moment in
 order to get the desired effect.

 The hapless student immediately stiffened when the
 instrument of his fustigation made contact.  He
 exclaimed "OWWW!", clenched his jaw, and whispered
 "Jeeeezus!" 

 "Jesus ain't gonna help you now, mister," said Miss
 Fonseca.  "He helps those who help themselves, and
 the best way for you to help yourself is to learn
 some self-control and some manners."  She drew the
 cane back and imparted another red-hot streak of pain
 across Dan's bared buttocks.

 "Aauuuugh!"

 Anna Fonseca continued the young man's initiation to
 the reform school with several more expertly placed
 strokes.  Dan, never having felt that kind of
 punishment before, was astounded that something could
 hurt that much.  He reacted by shouting, frantically
 struggling, shaking his head from side to side, and
 begging for relief.  Miss Fonseca, of course, ignored
 his pleading.  When she had given him ten strokes, she
 paused.

 Miss Fonseca resumed her lecturing.  "Don't get too
 comfortable now, mister smarty pants, you're only
 halfway through today's 'lesson'.  I wish that your
 schoolteacher neighbor could be here right now,
 knowing that the little vandal that led the defacing
 of her property is now here with his pants down
 getting a well-deserved whippin'."

 Miss Fonseca showed no mercy as she administered the
 next ten cane strokes. She then handed the cane to
 Miss Verdugo and calmly left the room. Sylvia and
 Ilona, after a wait of about ten minutes, undid Dan's
 restraints, and secured his habds behind him.  They
 then escorted him, with his briefs still down, back
 to his room for confinement before releasing his
 hands.

 A few days later, Dan was being escorted back to the
 punishment room by Sylvia Verdugo and Ilona Blanca.
 They bound the obviously nervous young man the the
 punishment structure as before, and checked all the
 bindings to make sure that they would not loosen.

 Anna Fonseca entered the room and stood a few feet in
 front of Dan, with her hands on her hips.  "For weeks
 on end, young man, after your late-night carousing and
 partying, you drove your car through the neighborhood
 with the stereo playing loud, waking up people who
 have to work for a living.  According to the court
 papers, some of the neighbors talked with your parents
 about this and they politely asked you to stop it.
 Instead of having consideration for other people, you
 were defiant and decided to show them a thing or two
 by making more noise.  Let me ask you, mister, if you
 got into a big wreck and needed spinal surgery so that
 you'd be able to walk again, would you want a doctor
 who lost a lot of sleep the previous night by
 inconsiderate people who don't want to do anything but
 party?  I think you must have more money than brains.
 One of your neighbors gathered proof of your
 noisemaking by forsaking many hours of sleep to catch
 you on film. Well, I think you're gonna make some more
 noise today, but they ain't gonna hear you.  Verdugo,
 I want you to give him his paddling.  Get the oak
 paddle and get ready."

 Sylvia smiled slightly, retrieved the hardwood paddle,
 walked over behind the captive young man, and pulled
 down his briefs.  Then she stood to one side in the
 spanker's position and waited for direction from Miss
 Fonseca.

 Anna Fonseca had considerable experience, and knew
 exactly what she was doing.  She knew that, with her
 standing in front of him,  Dan would defiantly try to
 show that he could take what was dished out, especially
 by the 'girls', without breaking down and crying or
 begging.

 "Give him ten, Verdugo," Anna directed.

 Sylvia took careful aim, brought the paddle far back,
 and with her eyes on her target, placed a shocking
 blow onto Dan's tensed buttocks. A scarce few seconds
 later Sylvia, with lips parted and teeth clenched,
 delivered the second stroke.  Dan gritted his teeth
 in silent determination.  Just as the pain crested to
 its peak, Sylvia delivered the third strong stroke.
 The painful heat building up cumulatively on Dan's
 bared bottom was far worse than he thought it would
 be.  When Sylvia gave him the fourth stroke, he
 couldn't help vocalizing a sharp "Oh!"

 With each successive stroke, it was immensely more
 difficult for Dan to restrain his urge to cry out and
 plead.  By the eighth stroke, he was frantically
 struggling at his restraints and trying to choke back
 his expressions of anguish.  On the last two strokes,
 he couldn't help emitting a strained "Aaaaugh!" Sylvia
 paused and waited.  Dan sighed with relief, although
 he was angry and resentful at Miss Fonseca for ordering
 the latest punishment, and glared at her.

 "Well, I see that you don't like this do you?" Anna
 asked rhetorically.  "You don't like me telling the
 girl to paddle your ass, and she does it very well,"
 she continued.  "Did you ever stop to think that other
 people don't like what you were doing to them?  And
 when you were asked not to do it, you did it even more
 out of spite. Verdugo, ten more!"

 Dan shot an angry look at Miss Fonseca, knowing the
 inevitability of his continued punishment.  Sylvia was
 skilled at using the paddle, and timed the strokes so
 that when the fiery sensation of a stroke was at its
 highest, she commenced the remainder of the paddling.
 After three of the strokes, Dan let loose with a string
 of profanities addressed at Miss Fonseca, the young
 woman wielding the paddle, the school, and the world in
 general.  His tears were those born of frustration,
 humiliation and rage rather than the pain of the
 paddling, which had merely stimulated them.

 Anna Fonseca showed no shock or emotion as Dan was
 venting, having heard it all before.  She knew it would
 need to come to this, and beyond, in order to reach the
 bound and angry inmate.

 "That was very good, Verdugo.  Please put the paddle
 away," directed Anna.  Turning to Dan, she said, "You
 feel helpless, don't you?  Think of the helplessness
 of the people you deliberately annoyed during the night
 with your car stereo full blast, and turning on your
 car alarm too.  Don't you know that they felt helpless
 and angry, just like you do now?"

 Miss Fonseca then asked Sylvia Verdugo to massage the
 captive inmate's well punished buns to help circulation.
 In spite of the pain, Dan thought that the massage felt
 pretty good, and welcomed Sylvia's ministrations. After
 a few minutes of this, Sylvia stopped and sat down,
 knowing the routine.  Her ministration were to have the
 effect of preparing him for the next step of that day's
 punishment.

 A few moments of silence follewed, then Anna Fonseca
 instructed Ilona, "Blanca, get the cane and prepare to
 administer."

 Dan couldn't believe what he had just heard.  After
 the ferocious paddling, he was going to be caned! He
 started to protest.  "No.  Not again!  No, not the
 cane!  She paddled me!  No, not now!  No!"

 Miss Fonseca said nothing as Ilona Blanca fetched the
 long, whippy cane, whisked it through the air a few
 times, and took her position. She calmly looked toward
 Miss Fonseca for direction.

 "Eighteen strokes, Blanca.  You may begin."

 With the precision and expertise of a true cane-
 mistress, Ilona's dispassionate wielding of the whippy
 instrument evoked piteous sounds of anguish from the
 male whose buttocks were being striated under her
 masterful attention.  The distraught male interspersed
 his expressions of distress with entreaties to stop,
 while the caning inexorably continued.  At the end, he
 was weeping copiously, not from rage, not from
 helplessness, but from the fiery pain of the caning.

 Anna spoke to him.  "She doesn't stop when you want
 her to.  She stops when I want her to.  It is no lie,
 when you boom through your neighborhood at night, your
 victims feel the same way you did.  They are saying,
 'no, not again,' wondering when it will stop."  Then
 she got up and left the room.

                           *

 Several weeks and many punishment room sessions later,
 Dan was surprised to see Miss Fonseca being let into
 his room.  He was in his briefs because of the rule at
 the reform school that restricted the students to being
 constantly at that stage of undress.  In a way he was
 glad to see her because he was very lonely, not having
 much contact with other people at the institution. Also
 he feared her, because of his past experiences in the
 punishment room.

 Miss Fonseca seated herself and appeared to be in a
 fair mood.  She asked him to tell her how his values
 clarification classes were progressing, and they talked
 a little about that.  Suddenly, Anna got up and sat
 immediately next to him. He was becoming quite nervous.
 She sat there without saying anything for a few
 moments, and then said something that shocked him.

 In a very kind voice, she said, "Tell me about Lisa.
 All the details. Don't leave anything out."

 "Damn," he thought to himself.  How the hell does she
 know?"  He figured that it wasn't a secret.  He had
 bragged enough to his friends about the sexual conquest
 and the power trip that went with it.  A flood of
 memories came back to him, reminding him of the time
 he met an attractive young lady at a bar.

 He had arranged a few details beforehand in case he got
 a chance to score.  After feeding her a line of bull
 about himself, they left the bar together, planning to
 go to a motel for a sexual liaison.  Having an almost
 empty gas tank, which was part of his plan, he stopped
 at a gas station and filled up the pickup truck's tank
 with a considerable amount of gasoline, paid for it,
 and drove to the motel.

 Just before they went to check in, he mentioned that
 the gasoline had required all of his money, and could
 she spring for the room, saying that he'll pay her
 back in a few days. He wrote his name (a fictitious
 one) and a phone number (also fictitious) on a scrap
 of paper and gave it to her in a ploy to win her trust.
 He also asked her for a way to reach her.  Lisa agreed
 to pay for the room after saying that she would in
 fact desperately need to be reimbursed.

 He had "fucked her brains out" (as he later bragged to
 his friends), while wondering to himself if the genital
 warts that he had were contagious.  Later, as they lay
 together, he said he heard a noise, reached for his
 pager, and said that he had to call in to work and see
 if there was a problem.  Dialing his work number, which
 would get his own voicemail, he faked a converstion
 with a nonexistent colleague, inventing an urgent
 "problem".

 They left the motel.  He drove Lisa back to her car at
 the bar, said some endearing things to her, and drove
 away, never intending to see her again.  "Too bad," he
 had thought to himself, "she was a really good piece.
 Oh well, there's a lot of fish in the sea."  He had to
 admit to himself on occasion that he felt crummy about
 it.

 "Well?" prodded Miss Fonseca.

 "Uh, ummmm, well, Lisa and I we met one night at this
 bar, and I guess we were uhmm, attracted to each other.
 We, uh, we decided to go uh, somewhere else to be
 alone, and uh, and we ummm, we ended up at, she rented
 a room at a motel, you know.  And we kinda, you know,
 well, we uh, had a good time."

 A pause.  Dan was feeling guilty about what he'd done
 to Lisa, and didn't know how to continue.  He didn't
 want to say any more about the subject.

 Anna put one hand on Dan's head, ran her fingers
 through his hair, and asked, "Now what really
 happened?"

 The guilt, the remorse, the loneliness, Anna's
 penetrating eyes and concerned demeanor were too much
 for his resistance.  He dissolved in tears, clutching
 onto Anna and burying his head in her chest.  "Oh,
 goddamm, I'm a real jerk!  I dumped her!" he cried,
 and Anna knew that she'd finally gotten through.

 More probing questions about the affair from Anna.
 More remorseful tears and admissions from Dan.  "I
 want to make it up to her," Dan cried.

 "What would you do to make it up to her?" asked Anna,
 knowing exactly where she was leading.

 "I don't know, maybe treat her nice, tell her I'm
 sorry, take her out to dinner."

 "Well, you can't make it up to her," Miss Fonseca
 flatly stated.

 Dan looked questioningly at Anna.  "She killed herself
 a couple of weeks ago.  It appears that she got some
 kind of disease around the time of your fling with her,
 and felt that she could never have another sexual
 relationship."

 The image of Lisa's sweet smile and the memory of her
 sincere endearing words appeared in his mind as he
 crumpled to the floor, his face in his hands, wailing
 with a mixture of remorse and grief.  Anna quietly got
 up and left the room.

 A few days later Ilona and Sylvia retrieved Dan and
 led him to the punishment room.  He did not resist at
 all when they bound him to the punishment table. Miss
 Fonseca went over to him and very quietly whispered,
 "You know what this is for, don't you?"

 Dan nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes.

 "Verdugo, give him the strap.  And stand directly
 behind him." Miss Verdugo retrieved the medium sized
 tawse, took her position behind the bound miscreant,
 and proceeded to deliver a series of steadily paced,
 very powerful strokes.  When a strapping is
 administered in this fashion, it is especially painful
 since the punisher is using alternate forehand and
 backhand strokes, causing the contact to be on the
 area of the buttocks on each side which are very
 tender.

 It did not take many strokes before he was struggling
 and vocalizing his predicament.  It did not take many
 more before he was openly crying. After close to fifty
 strokes had been imparted, Anna told Miss Verdugo to
 stop.

 After a rest of about ten minutes, Anna addressed
 Ilona.  "Blanca, the cane."  The expert canemistress
 fetched the thin whippy cane and took her position.
 "Proceed," commanded Miss Fonseca.  Ilona slightly
 raised her eyebrows, then nodded assent.  This was to
 be open-ended, stopping only when told to by Miss
 Fonseca, who stood calmly with her arms folded,
 several feet in front of Dan.

 Ilona Blanca commenced what was to be an extended
 caning, all the while dispassionately administering
 her strokes while her charge wept, groaned, cried
 and pleaded for mercy.  After a few moments Anna
 walked around to obtain a view of the results of
 Ilona's methodical handiwork.  The fustigation
 continued for a a while longer, and then Anna signaled
 Ilona to stop.

                           *

 When Dan's six months were completed, and he was about
 to be released, Anna mentioned to him that his friends
 who he used to hang around with, were all in prison
 (except for one of them, who was totally paralyzed
 from the waist down as a result of a one-car drunk
 driving wreck following a party).

 The other friends were apparently not given any
 serious judicial sanction because of the neighborhood
 rowdiness that had gotten Dan into the reform school.
 Dan soberly reflected on his stay at the school,
 acknowledging to himslf that he wasn't so unfortunate
 after all.  "You better find some people to hang
 around with who you can look up to," Anna had told
 him.

 As Dan was being led out to the waiting area where he
 would be taken home, Anna handed him a note on a
 folded piece of paper.  "You can keep this or throw
 it away, but I want you to at least think of what is
 written here occasionally," she said.

 As he was being driven home, he opened up the note
 and saw, in Anna's handwriting:

 "Pay attention to actions and the things they cause."

 Then her signature: Anna Fonseca

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 Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
 the hands of children. They should be outside playing
 in the sun,  not thinking about adult situations.  Do
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