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Sister Callista
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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A student at a Catholic school is punished by the
teacher. (FF, spank)
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Mary stared back at the imposing nun with a mixture of
fear and resentment. "Yes, Sister. I heard you. And I
am sorry."
"Not quite as sorry as you are going to be in a moment
young lady, when I am finished with your friend Miss
Moran!" Sister Callista turned back to Cassie, who was
standing at the side of the chemistry teacher's desk.
"Are you ready, yet, young lady?" she asked, striding
to the blackboard.
"Yes, S'ter," Cassie replied, her voice barely a
whisper. The plump redhead stood next to the desk, one
hand on it for support. She looked perfectly normal,
her hair caught up in a navy blue headband and neatly
brushed, her thin, navy blue serge jumper immaculate,
the white blouse perfectly ironed, the navy knee socks
exactly to the bottoms of her knees, perfectly normal
until your eyes came to rest on the tops of her navy
blue loafers.
Her panties lay there... flopping off the sides of her
shoes in a vulgar heap. Her white nylon half-slip was
lying on Sister's desk, neatly folded. Cassie's eyes
followed Sister Callista as she took the long pointer
from the chalk tray and brandished it. She waved the
black rubber tip under Cassie's freckled nose.
"I have seen a lot of stunts in my day, Miss Moran,
don't think I haven't. But this one takes the cake.
Raspberry Fizzies in my Ehrlenmeyer flasks? Magnesium
ribbon barbeques? Don't you realize someone might have
been seriously burned? Don't you? Speak up!!" Cassie
was paralyzed at the realization that this was actually
going to happen.
Everybody knew that the Senior teachers and the
Principal were allowed to employ corporal punishment in
"extreme" situations...everyone's parents had been
asked to sign release forms. Everybody knew that it HAD
happened. Every now and again a girl was called out of
class and sent to "The Office", rejoining her class
during the following period, usually red-faced and
weepy, sitting gingerly.
If it was one of the usual troublemakers, Janice
Jacoby, for example, or Dottie Peters, anyone who had a
few minutes to spare after class would crowd into the
bathroom on that floor, because it was a sure bet that
the insolent and unbowed "rocker" would be in there,
panties down and skirt lifted, showing off her crimson
bottom.
But Mary and Cassie? They were class clowns, no doubt
about it. But they were also good students, and good
girls at heart, and no one ever *ever* dreamed they
would be about to "get it" ...and from Callista's
pointer, worse yet. The Principal, Mother Marguerite,
used a wide wooden paddle. It hurt like wildfire, they
had heard, but nothing compared to the whippy sting of
the long wooden pointer. Cassie started to cry.
"I'm sorry, S'ter, I didn't think, I mean, it's last
day of term, and we just wanted a little party, we
didn't mean that anyone should get hurt, we didn't
think..." "Exactly right, Miss Moran, you didn't think.
But I have just the remedy for that, don't you know.
Here it is, a simple formula:
Bending a careless, disobedient girl over a desk and
applying this (she waved the pointer) to her rear end
increases the blood flow to the brain and helps her to
THINK!!" Callista was storming around, waving the
pointer, her long rosary clicking against her thigh
with every step. Mary buried her face in her hands and
cried along with Cassie.
She had never been spanked at school, but she had been
warned on a number of occasions that if she ever was,
she could expect double at home. She knew there would
be notes to take home to be signed, and she knew that
there would be no signature on hers until mother had
worn out her leather slipper on Mary's bottom. This was
not the first time she wished she and Cassie had not
scored high enough on Placement to be put in Callista's
honors chemistry in their junior year.
Damn Paula Lucas anyway. If she hadn't tried to pull
her marshmallow off the end of the glass stirrer while
the goopy, runny confection was still flaming, she
wouldn't have burned her damn finger, and she wouldn't
have screamed, and startled Callista into scurrying out
of the supply room before they could hide everything.
It didn't take much to find out who organized the
Fizzies Party: Mary and Cassie had cheerfully owned up,
figuring at most they would get a small detention. Mary
shivered, remembering the shocked silence when Callista
told them, in front of everyone, that they were to stay
after class "to take a dozen each!"
The nun was leaning down from her nearly six foot
height, to murmur close to Cassie's ear. "Now, young
lady, YOU are about to learn to think. Turn around and
face the desk."
Cassie started to cry audibly, but she obeyed right
away.
"Good, now smooth your uniform shirt down very tightly,
pull it against the backs of your legs, yes, that's
right, and then gather the sides of the skirt and pull
them around toward the front. Yes, so the skirt is as
tight and smooth as possible across your bottom, Miss
Moran. Now bend over. No, keep your hands pulling your
skirt tight. Just bend over from the waist and lay your
head, your cheek, down on the desk. Correct! We see you
can at least follow simple directions."
Mary stared, horrified. With her slip off and her
cotton panties down, the thin, tightly stretched serge
would offer no protection at all from the sting of the
pointer. Cassie's face was turned toward Mary, where
she sat in the first row of desks, waiting her turn.
Mary tried to smile at her friend, but knew it was a
grimace instead. Cassie closed her eyes as Callista
raised the pointer.
HsssssssTHWICK!!!!
Cassie screeched as the pointer slashed across the
fullest part of her upturned bottom, straightening up
and letting go of her uniform skirt to rub frantically
at the worst sting she had ever felt. "No, S'ter,
please no more!!" she sobbed, dancing from foot to
foot.
Callista had the nerve to crack a smile. "Surely you
jest, Miss Moran! I have barely begun." She took the
crying girl by the shoulder and led her back to the
desk. She spoke quietly. "If, Miss Moran, you do not
stay in position, and if you do not keep your hands on
your skirt, I will make it my business to LIFT your
skirt, and to ask Miss Gunderson to HOLD your hands,
and we will start again from one... do I make myself
perfectly clear?"
Cassie sucked her breath in, as the awful thought of
being spanked on her bare bottom by Sister Callista
registered. She would never survive the shame of that,
never. Not to mention the fact that her father would do
it all over again, and probably on the front lawn in
front of God and everybody. "Yes, S'ter, I'll be good,
S'ter," she choked, gathering her skirt tightly again
and bending over the desk, thrusting her stinging
bottom up and out for her spanking.
Mary had jumped up too at the rifle report of the first
stroke, nearly upsetting the desk at which she sat, and
crying out as if she had been struck. She stood now,
hands pressed to her mouth, as if to stifle further
exclamation.
HssssssTHWICK!!! Another stroke...and, despite her best
intentions, a repeat performance from Cassie.
Mary's stomach turned as she watched her friend screech
and rub her bottom, shaking her head and repeating "I'm
sorry, I'm sorry, I can't..." over and over again.
"Very well, you were warned. I don't think either one
of you has the intestinal fortitude to take your
punishment with grace and courage. So I am going to see
to it that you at least take it with the least amount
of trouble for me. Miss Gunderson.. .to the other end
of the desk. NOW, please! And prepare yourself in the
same manner as your friend. Hurry up! Panties all the
way down, young lady!"
Mary hurried, knowing delay would be disastrous. She
stood, facing Cassie across the length of the teacher's
desk, trembling. "Both of you, bend over. And stretch
your hands out, yes, that's right, and clasp each
other's hands tightly.
"There. I am going to lift your skirts, girls, and you
will each get six on the bare."
Mary and Cassie looked at each other, horrified, but
trapped. Running away would serve no purpose but to
increase the severity of their punishment, either at
school, or at home, or--God forbid--at both places.
They put their heads down, squeezing each other's
hands, and cried.
"And this time, if one of you breaks hold and gets out
of position, BOTH of you will have your panties paddled
at the next full school assembly. Understood?" This
horror was too much to comprehend. It had only happened
once in memory, and the disgraced girl had transferred
away the very next week and had not been seen since.
"Yes, S'ter," they said together.
Callista took her sweet time about lifting each girl's
skirt, rolling it carefully up onto the small of her
back, exposing the full, round, firm bottoms of the
teenagers.
Both girls blushed and groaned in an agony of
embarrassment, clenching and huddling their cheeks,
trying to offer a smaller target. "The strokes will be
given alternately, and remember what I said! I shall
start with Miss Gunderson this time."
Mary gasped and shuddered as Callista laid the cool
pointer across her bottom, as if gauging the target.
After what seemed like an hour, the nun split the air
with her backstroke...
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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