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PART I
Richard Hazel was delighted that he had been selected from
among several applicants to be the assistant headmaster, or in
this case assistant to the headmistress, of one of the most
exclusive girl's school in the country. The entire staff of
Greenwich Academy was female, except for a very elderly biology
teacher and, now, Richard. Fresh from school, himself, having
just received his master's in English literature, Richard had
been looking for a teaching position. An interview over lunch
with Greenwich's lovely headmistress, Ann Henderson, had clinched
the job.
"You know the assistant head acts as the school disciplinar-
ian," Ann had said grinning broadly, "I wonder if you are aware
of that."
Richard was, indeed, unaware of that part of the job and Ann
had explained the discipline practices at Greenwich.
"Girls are sent here by very conservative families who want
them to behave in a traditional way. Therefore, they insist on
old-fashioned discipline and give us written authorization to
administer it." Ann Henderson laughed when Richard continued to
look puzzled. "We use corporal punishment, Richard," she said.
"In addition to teaching them literature, you will have to spank
them - that is the younger ones. Girls 16 and older are put over
a punishment horse and a rattan cane is applied to their bare
bottoms."
She smiled at his obvious embarrassment. "You'll get used
to it. There is always a female there to help you, usually me,
and we do all the bottom baring that is necessary. All you have
to do is apply the punishment."
At the thought that he would be spanking bare female back-
sides, Richard had blushed deeply. Then, as he cooled off, he
noticed that the conversation was really exciting his new superi-
or. "Ms. Henderson," he said finally, "I'll try to do the job
properly." She had insisted on his calling her Ann and, when
they shook hands to seal their new relationship, her hand had
lingered on his arm squeezing it warmly.
That had been a few weeks ago before the beginning of the
new term. Now, the school year was well under way and tonight
was his first experience as disciplinarian. With some hesita-
tion, he walked toward his office exactly at 8:00 P.M., the time
set for the week's punishments. There were three girls waiting
for him on the bench outside the office, their eyes averted and
obviously distressed as they anticipated their fate. One of
them, apparently the oldest, looked quite adult and well de-
veloped notwithstanding the school uniform that she wore. For a
moment their eyes met and the girl blushed deeply as she recog-
nized the man who was about to discipline her.
Ann was already in the office preparing for the evening
session. She had placed a straight backed chair in the center of
the room and rolled the horse out of a closet, firmly locking its
wheels in place after it had been set in an open area of the
office. It was the kind used for gymnastics with a padded leath-
er top.
"We start with the youngest," Ann said. "That gives the
older girls a little more time to think about what's coming and
they appreciate the lesson all the more. This paddle is what we
use on the youngsters." She handed him a thin wooden paddle through which several smooth round holes had been drilled.
At a signal from Ann, another female teacher who was assist-
ing brought the first girl into the room. She was a very nervous
12 year old who had been caught stealing. "Well, Doris," said
Ann, "you're going to get a spanking and I hope you learn not to
take other people's things. Now, go and place yourself over Mr.
Hazel's lap."
The young girl, tears already beginning to roll down her
cheeks, begged to be spared the painful punishment. "Please, Ms.
Henderson, I don't want to be...to be spanked. I'll never do it
again."
"Nonsense, Doris, you deserve a spanking and you're going to
get one. If you delay, it will only be harder for you."
Crying loudly, the girl lay across Richard's lap as he
adjusted her small body so that the child's buttocks were proper-
ly positioned under his right hand. Ann lifted Doris's school
uniform jumper out of the way and lowered the white cotton pan-
ties to a point just under the curve of the bottom cheeks com-
pletely exposing the spanking area. Taking the paddle , Richard
applied it to the round cheeks firmly, alternating from one to
the other.
"Yike...yeow...oh...ouch." The hapless girl yelped as the paddle struck her resilient bottom cheeks, each solid smack
leaving a red blotch on the girl's round backside. As Doris
kicked her legs vigorously, Richard realized that the paddle was
imparting a painful sting even though he was not swinging it very
hard. A simple snap of the wrist brought the wicked instrument
rushing through the air to hit the exposed bottom with a loud
report. The howl from the young student testified to the pain it
must be causing.
After a few minutes, the young bottom had been reddened
considerably and the well-spanked child was tearfully promising
ideal conduct. Richard looked at Ann who nodded her agreement
that Doris had been sufficiently punished. Richard released the
girl, who quickly pulled up her panties and ran from the room.
"Very well done," said Ann, "you did that quite well and knew
when to stop." Ann's own face was flushed with excitement. "I
have difficulty with that and, since we don't want to punish the
girls excessively, I prefer that the assistant head do it, al-
though this is the first time we've had a man."
The next girl to be ushered into the room was a 15 year old
who had violated the school's smoking rules several times. Ann
recited the various incidents to her and announced the punish-
ment. The young lady blushed furiously as she realized that she
was to be spanked and hesitated before taking her place across
Richard's lap.
"Come, young lady," Ann commanded, "get over there. Next
year you will feel the sting of the cane. I think you would
prefer the spanking."
This time the regulation panties were lowered to reveal a
very well developed female bottom. The girl's twin cheeks were
exquisite and Richard could not resist admiring them before he
began to spank the lovely mounds of bottom flesh. Nevertheless,
he administered the spanking as objectively as possible causing
the cheeks to wiggle and squeeze as the sting of the paddle penetrated into the soft and yielding flesh.
"Ouch...oh...don't...Yeow...please stop...Agh." The
teenager's howls mingled with the sharp smacks of the paddle as
the girl's legs kicked and waved in the air giving Richard a
delightful view of her vulva and pussy lips.
It seemed to Richard that spanking a lovely young girl was
not altogether unpleasant. He could feel his own excitement
stiffen as the girl bounced and wiggled over his lap, rubbing
against what he hoped was not an obvious bulge. Richard was more
than ready to terminate the punishment when the reddened bottom
cheeks and the penitent wails of the teenager indicated that the
lesson had been learned.
When released from her humiliating posture, the young girl
stood, her panties at her ankles, exposing the furry thatch of
her pubic mound as well as her chastised bottom cheeks which she
rubbed vigorously. Richard, slightly embarrassed by this dis-
play, began to blush. This seemed to amuse the females present,
including the punished student who slowly, and somewhat painful-
ly, wriggled into her panties while affording Richard another
vivid view of her rosy twin mounds.
When the young girl left the room, Ann walked over to Rich-
ard and, bringing her face close to his, whispered so that only
he could hear her. "Don't be upset. It's perfectly natural for
you to be stimulated by these girls. We'll discuss this later.
Now, it's time to see what you can do with the cane"
At Ann's signal, the other teacher escorted the last, and
oldest, student into the room. She was the very mature 17 year
old whom Richard had noticed before and, obviously, in her last
year at the Academy. Her well developed figure made even the
school uniform look delightful and the short jumper revealed
lovely legs. As a senior, she was privileged to wear pantyhose
and shoes with moderate heels, all of which added to her erotic
appearance.
"My dear Alice," said Ann addressing the girl, "last year
you were a chronic curfew violator and you seem to be getting off
to the same start this year, but this time with a twist." Turn-
ing to Richard, Ann continued. "You are aware of Edgewood, the
school for boys at the end of the road. Unfortunately, it's too
close for our comfort. Last week Alice was discovered in a boy's
room over there. The headmaster brought her back to us and
assured me that the boy would be properly punished. Since they
have the same discipline policy as we do, I assume he is paying
for his fun in the same way that our Alice will."
The girl's face reddened as she responded. "I was just
visiting and lost track of time. I didn't do anything wrong -
nothing happened - believe me. We were just talking."
"I'm sure," said Ann sarcastically, "then how did your
panties wind up on the floor of his room."
Alice, thoroughly embarrassed by this confrontation, and
the dreaded chastisement in store for her, began to sob.
"We...treated like an adult. I'm almost 18.
"You were just about to say that you were starting to have
sex when you were interrupted," suggested Ann. "You should con-
sider yourself lucky that you were. When you are 18, you can do
what you wish. However, you are not there yet and it is my obli-
gation to see that you are maintained under discipline."
The ladies escorted the tearful Alice to the horse and bent
her over it so that her backside was uppermost on the padded top
and her feet barely touched the floor. Leather cuffs hung from
the frame of the device and these were used to imprison the
girl's hands. Smiling, Ann lifted the jumper out of the way and
lowered the hose and the panties underneath to expose a well form
pair of bottom cheeks already wriggling with embarrassment and
anticipation. "Very well, Mr. Hazel, let's see if a dozen
strokes will improve Alice's behavior.
Grasping the rattan cane firmly, Richard tested it once by
whipping it through the air. The reaction of the young lady
whose bare bottom was exposed for punishment suggested that she
had heard its sound. Again he brought the rattan through the air
but this time he applied it smartly to the twin cheeks before
him.
Instantly, a red welt appeared on the quivering mounds
accompanied by a moan of pain. Alice gasped again as Richard
laid on a stroke. Pausing briefly, he again wielded the cane
placing a stripe almost immediately below the first one.
"Yeow..." Alice shrieked, kicking violently with her feet
and managing to drum on the floor with the tips of her shoes as
the sting spread across her naked backside. "Oh...please, it
hurts terribly."
Richard studied his target for the next stroke. The girl's
buttocks were raised high and presented perfectly for punishment.
Not only were the bare hillocks in evident view, but the humili-
ating posture also exposed a substantial part of the intimate
area between them. Richard found himself becoming aroused by the
sight of the pussy lips, surrounded by a furry thatch of pubic
hair, and hidden in the cleft between the quivering bottom
cheeks.
Nevertheless, Richard recalled himself to the job at hand
and continued to wield the cane on Alice's wiggling and naked
posterior, pausing briefly between each stroke to allow the full
effect to be felt. Alice's shrieks served to reassure Richard
that his performance was effective just as the reddening stripes,
crisscrossing the pale mounds of Alice's bottom, gave proof that
the punishment was being well applied.
By the 8th stroke, Alice was howling hysterically.
"Oh...please...oh this is awful...it hurts...yeow...I promise
I'll never do it again."
When the final strokes had been applied without mercy to the
wailing Alice, the hand restraints were removed from the sobbing
young lady. She remained over the horse, however, bawling miser-
ably and seemingly unwilling to endure the humiliation of facing
her tormentors. Instead, for a few minutes, she continued to
present an erotic display of bottom cheeks covered with fiery red
welts and, as she wiggled and bounced with pain, a furry cunt
visibly moist from her exciting ordeal.
It seemed to Richard that he had an erection that could not
be calmed as he contemplated the ease with which he could insert
his stiff manhood between those wet pussy lips. Embarrassed,
himself, Richard quickly sat down as the ladies helped Alice
dismount.
The girl removed her hosiery and panties, not wishing to
endure the friction of underclothes against her chastised back-
side, and with a quick and wistful glance at Richard, fled snif-
fling from room, her jumper skirt barely covering her red bottom.
Ann dismissed the female assistant with a nod, then locked
the office door. Smiling, she approached Richard, aware of his
embarrassed situation. "She was cute, I must admit," Ann said.
Ann knelt in front of Richard and, to his dismay, unzipped
his pants and freed his tormented cock from the clothing which
had imprisoned it. "Now relax," Ann murmured, "these sessions
get me horny too, so I suggest we simply do what is necessary to
obtain relief. Do you agree"?
Richard could only moan in response as Ann inserted his
stiffened cock between her red lips. In a few moments, his de-
lighted sighs filled the room and evidenced his assent.
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PART TWO
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 responsi-
bility which he handled very well and which was sexually stimu-
lating to him. The spankings were also stimulating to Ann Hen-
derson, his boss and the school's headmistress, a required wit-
ness 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. Some-
one has been walloping her. Have you been practicing your spank-
ing 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 suggest-
ed it, but no one 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 de-
clined 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." 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 lowered.
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 wig-
gled 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 five 10th grade girls two 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 sup-
posed to, or if its not right, well...you get the paddle ."
Betty went on to describe the punishment 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 allotted 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 mur-
mured. 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, embarrassed 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 eight 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 murmur 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 teen-
ager 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 wisps
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 punishment was over, the girls remained in posi-
tion, 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 chas-
tisement of the cane. As a further 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 bottom cheeks, most of them
had difficulty keeping 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 apolo-
getic 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 murmured 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."
Not withstanding her protests, Richard pulled her, half
dragging, to a chair in the center of the gym floor and posi-
tioned 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 descended 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 humil-
iating position over his lap so that, for a few moments she lay
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 les-
son. 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
murmur 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.
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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, assist-
ant to the headmistress of Greenwich, and the school disciplinar-
ian, spent Saturday afternoon in his private study marking pa-
pers. This was not the office which he generally occupied, but
the room used for punishment. Of course, there were no disci-
pline 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 beauti-
ful 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 discomfiture. "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 eight 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 sever-
al 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
adjusted 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, Rich-
ard applied pressure to the small of Lynne's back to hold the
squirming girl in place. He paused as he contemplated the wig-
gling backside still covered by the panties.
Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her delight-
ful 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 resilient 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 humilia-
tion 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 teenag-
er stepped out of her panties and stuffed them into her 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 di-
vorced. 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 pos-
ture. "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 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 satis-
faction 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.
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GIRLS' SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN - PART IV
Following parents' weekend, Richard Hazel, the assistant
to the head of Greenwich Academy, and the school disciplinarian,
spent a lot of his time dealing with the aftermath of the visit
by Evelyn Colewell, mother of Lynne Colewell. Since the episode,
which had culminated in the spanking of the lovely Mrs. Colewell
as well as the best blowjob Richard could remember, the image of
the elegant and sensual divorcee had intruded constantly into his
thoughts.
From time to time, when he passed Lynne Colewell on the
campus of the elite girls' school he smiled at her in the indi-
rect manner which he reserved for girls whose bare bottoms he had
punished. This gave them the option of acknowledging him or, if
lingering embarrassment prevented that, of ignoring him.
However, he was amazed at the enthusiasm with which Lynne
greeted him at each meeting as well as the number of coincidental
encounters he was having with the teenager as he went about his
campus activities. Finally, Richard was advised by a secretary
that Lynne Colewell had requested an early morning appointment
for tutorial assistance in creative writing, one of the subjects
for which Richard was on call to help students encountering
difficulties.
Richard's tutorial duties were performed in his "regular"
office, as distinguished from the disciplinary office. This
served to help separate his image as a teacher from the painful
memories which some of the students may have as a result of a
spanking. Lynne came to that office at the appointed time for
her tutorial session.
"Good evening, Lynne," Richard said as the girl entered,
"sit down over here and let's see what kind of trouble you're
having."
"Sure, Richard, I'm glad that you had the time to see
me."
The fact that she had called him Richard rather than Mr.
Hazel was noted immediately, but Richard elected to overlook it.
Instead, he began to review the file of essays that Lynne had
written for her creative writing teacher. Most of them had
received grades of B with some in the C and C+ range. Finally,
he put them down and looked at the teenager with surprise.
"Why did you come here. These papers are fairly good.
Perhaps your grammar needs some work, but you seem to be doing
reasonable well. You certainly don't need special assistance."
"I guess I could use help to improve," she said, "but I
admit that's not the main reason I came to see you." Lynne
paused a moment, smiling at Richard slyly. "Well," she said, "no
sense beating around the bush. What I want to know is what is
going on between you and my mother?"
Richard, normally not shocked by comments from the students,
was stunned into silence for a few moments by Lynne's outrageous
remark. Observing his reaction with undisguised amusement the
teenager continued. "Look, Richard, I know you gave her a few
smacks on the bottom. She was almost as uncomfortable sitting as
I was, and I know my dear mother gets really worked up by that
sort of thing. Frankly, honey, you got me pretty hot and both-
ered too. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm 15
years old as of last week and I think I'm old enough to have some
fun and, Richard, I like you."
When he finally found his voice, Richard could not decide
whether to be angry or amused. He decided to keep the conversa-
tion on a dignified level. "I can't believe you're talking like
this. What you suggest is absolutely impossible and what, if
anything, your mother and I said - or did- well, that is none of
your business."
Lynne's face became that of a spiteful child as she made no
secret of her disappointment with Richard's reaction. "Look
here," she said, "if you don't cooperate with me I'm going to
tell the head about you and mom. I'm also going to tell her that
you did it to me. I'm no virgin, sweetie, so it's just going to
be your word against mine and, boy, will mom be pissed." She
paused to watch Richard's face but perceived no reaction. "Why
don't you think it over today," she said with a more pleasant
tone. "You have an apartment in Faculty House and they all have
separate entrances. I'll sneak out of the dorm tonight at 11:00
and come there. You won't be sorry - I'll make sure you have a
good time."
When Lynne had gone Richard remained sitting for nearly half
an hour pondering the situation and the dilemma into which the
scheming girl had placed him. Finally, he left his office,
having decided what he would do.
Some time after 11:00 PM that night, a tiny knock at
Richard's door indicated the arrival of this teenage visitor. He
admitted her into the living room of the small but comfortable
furnished apartment which he maintained in the faculty housing
facility at Greenwich. Lynne was attired in a robe and slippers
and she darted inside, excited at the prospect of her escapade
with Richard.
She kissed him quickly on the lips, before he could say
anything, and stepped out of the robe. Beneath it, she was
wearing a sheer and apparently expensive nightgown. "This was
one of my mother's," she said, "I know it's corny but why not...I
don't want you to miss anything. You can pretend you're with her
if you like."
It was apparent that Lynne was completely nude under the
nightgown and that she had a magnificent figure notwithstanding
pink nipples that had stiffened and were pushing against the gar-
ment. Richard was already aware that the teenager had a mature
and fascinating bottom, but the dark patch of pubic hair, seen
through the sheer nightie, made the child appear much more of a
woman that their last meeting would have suggested.
"I'm sorry that you came here," Richard said. "I had hoped
that you would have thought better of your earlier comments and,
if so, I was prepared to forget the whole thing and chalk it off
to a teenage hysteria. Now, I'm afraid you're in real trouble."
Lynne bristled angrily. "I'll show you who's in real trou-
ble. In about 10 seconds, I'm going outside to start screaming
rape. We'll see what happens when Ms. Henderson come over here
and hears my story."
At that moment, the door to Richard's bedroom opened and Ann
Henderson, the beautiful headmistress of Greenwich Academy,
stepped into the room. "Tell me, Lynne, just what is your
story," she said smiling at the girl's expression of absolute
shock.
For several seconds, there was no sound in the room. Lynne
was frozen in surprise at the appearance of the imperious head-
mistress, who walked slowly toward the teenager carrying a long
black leather paddle , shaped like an oversized spatula, in one
hand and softly slapping it into the palm of the other. The
sight of this cruel instrument was enough to break through
Lynne's paralysis. "Oh, Ms. Henderson, gosh...I mean, I'm glad
you're here. Mr. Hazel made me come over here. He threatened me
and..."
"Cut it out, Lynne," Ann Henderson snapped, "I've had re-
ports on you and your activities all day. Since your first visit
to Mr. Hazel this morning. He came to tell me about it as soon
as you left him. If you wish to persist with this nonsense, of
course, it will be necessary for me to notify the authorities and
you can tell your story to them. Naturally, they will require
your written statement and they will check..."
"Alright," Lynne interrupted, "forget it...I can't win.
I'm going back to my room." The girl started to pick up the
robe, now very much aware of her near nudity.
"At the moment you're staying right where you are. You
can't expect to pull a stunt like this and not suffer the conse-
quences."
Lynne eyed the paddle with trepidation, "Don't you touch
me," she said, "I'm going to call my mother and she'll get me out
of here."
Ann had been waiting for that reaction. "I've already
called your mother, my dear. She was very angry about your
conduct and felt that Mr. Hazel had not punished you enough the
last time. She suggested we reinforce the lesson so that you
will not forget it so soon. And that, Lynne, is what we are
going to do...right now."
The frightened girl began backing away from Ann but, holding
her firmly by the arm, the headmistress dragged the protesting
teenager toward a large sofa. With Richard's help, the strug-
gling girl was placed over the padded back so that her head was
nearly touching the seat cushions and her feet kicked impotently
against the back. Deftly, Richard tied her hands together with
the sash of her robe so that Lynne could only use her hand to
maintain her balance. Reaching down, Ann lifted the girl's
nightgown and arranged it about her waist. The result was to
frame the teenagers bare backside and legs, upended and exposed
for punishment.
Even before Ann smacked the soft twin mounds with the pad-
dle, Lynne was loudly protesting the humiliation of her position.
Now, the sounds of pain were added as smack after smack landed on
her bare bottom cheeks and her cries mingled with the awesome
sound of the paddle as it slapped against its sensitive and
wiggling target. "Yeow...[SMACK].
Ouch...[SMACK]...WOWOO...[SMACK]"
Lynne's nearly nude frame, upended over the sofa, was con-
trolled very easily by a slight pressure on the small of her back
from Ann's left hand while, with her right, the headmistress was
vigorously spanking the naughty girl's bare nates. Lynne kicked
her legs wildly in a effort avoid the stinging torment but suc-
ceeded only in frustrating herself and convincing Ann and Richard
of the effectiveness of the punishment.
"Oh...please...oh, it hurts...stop...eeekk...oh...please, no
more...yeeeeiiik." The teenager's shrieks gave further testimony
to the painful impact of the paddle each time it smacked against
her smarting posterior. Ann was really putting her full strength
into every stroke so that the paddle seemed to compress Lynne's
quivering cheeks at each stroke before leaving an angry red weal.
The two administrators were also obtaining satisfaction from
the dark crimson hue of the girl's bottom which contrasted with
the white of her thighs. Between her thighs, the pink and furry
thatch of a mature pussy presented a delightful exhibition to
Richard as the teenager writhed under Ann's punishing hand.
When, at last, the girl's howls became the hysterical blub-
bering of a well-spanked little girl, and her red cheeks were
beginning to show signs of bruising, Richard persuaded Ann to
stop and allow Lynne's backside to cool. For several minutes,
the humiliated and punished student cried loudly, her smarting
bottom still waving high in the air and her feet still drumming
against the back of the sofa. After giving the girl an opportu-
nity to calm down, Ann produced some lotion from her handbag and,
pouring some of the creamy drops in her palm, applied it very
gently to Lynne's hot cheeks. Slowly, the teenager's sobs de-
creased and soft moans took their place as the soothing lotion
began to take reduce the sting in the tender bottom.
Richard untied the girl's hands. Gingerly, she raised
herself to her feet, dancing around the sofa and fanning her hot
backside with her hands. Ann seated herself on the sofa and
invited Lynne to lie across her lap. After a moment's hesita-
tion, and with an embarrassed look at Richard, she allowed her-
self to be put over Ann's knees where she began, again, to cry as
the headmistress continued to apply soothing lotion. "I think,"
said Ann, "that after a good cry, this young lady will want to
apologize for her conduct and begin to realize that she is not
quite grown up yet."
As he watched Lynne's lovely bottom wriggling sensuously
under Ann's tender ministrations, Richard silently wondered
whether she wasn't grown up enough for many things.
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