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 Girl's School Disciplinarian by Bobbi

   GIRL'S SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN 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 disciplinarian." 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
backsides, Richard had blushed deeply.  Then, as he cooled off, he noticed
that the conversation was really exciting his new superior.  "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 hesitation, 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 developed
notwithstanding the school uniform that she wore.  For a moment their eyes
met and the girl blushed deeply as she recognized 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 leather 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 assisting 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 properly positioned under his right hand.  Ann lifted Doris's
school uniform jumper out of the way and lowered the white cotton panties
to a point just under the curve of the bottom cheeks completely 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 resiliant 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 Šgirls excessively, I prefer that the assistant head do it,
although 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 punishment.  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 display, began to blush.  This seemed to amuse
the females present, including the punished student who slowly, and
somewhat painfully, 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 Richard 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 priveleged 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
violater and you seem to be getting off to the same start this year, but
this time with a twist." Turning 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.. ...we were just
[sniff].....oh, I don't see why I can't be 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 consider 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 obligation 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 humiliating
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, criss-crossing 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
miserably and seemingly unwilling to endure the humilation 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 backside, and with a quick and wistful glance at Richard, fled
sniffling 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 approaced 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 murmered, "these
sessions get me horny too, so I suggest we simply do what is neccessary to
obtain relief.  Do you agree"?  Richard could only moan in response as Ann
inserted his stiffend cock between her red lips.  In a few moments, his
delighted sighs filled the room and evidenced his assent.



   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 suggested 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 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." 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 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 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 aloted 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,
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 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 punishment 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 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 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 đ @ < 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.



   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.