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Sister Callista
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A student at a Catholic school is punished by the 
teacher. (FF, spank)

***

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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