From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Girls School Disciplinarian [1/4]
Date: 25 Oct 1996 20:51:24 GMT

		     Girls 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 sixteen 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 twelve
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 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, although this is the first time we've had a man.

	The next girl to be ushered into the room was a fifteen 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 seventeen 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 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... treated
like an adult. I'm almost eighteen.

	"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 eighteen, 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 eighth 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 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 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 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 delighted
sighs filled the room and evidenced his assent.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: GIRLS SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN 2/4
Date: 25 Oct 1996 20:52:22 GMT

		     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 ten 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
fourteen 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!

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Subject: GIRLS SCHOOL DISCIPLINARIAN 3/4
Date: 25 Oct 1996 20:53:17 GMT

		     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 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 fourteen 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 forties, but she looked twenty-five.
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 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 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, 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 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 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.

	"Ouch... 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.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Girls School Disciplinarian [4/4]
Date: 25 Oct 1996 20:54:24 GMT

		     Girls School Disciplinarian
			       Part IV
			     continued by
			       Jim Bond

	There was no doubt about it, Evelyn was a expert at giving
head; she sucked and sucked. As her head bobbed up and down her tongue
slowly massaging my maleness, I felt like exploding. However I
clinched hard on my cock and started to count slowly. This took away
from my immediate desire to cum. It was incredible: the woman I had
just spanked was giving me a blowjob and with such gusto. She was now
sucking harder and harder. I could feel her cool saliva running down
my testicles. The sight of her head bobbing up and down, the sucking,
the spanking of Lynne and later her mother was all too much for me. I
exploded; my orgasm, I thought would never end. Evelyn kept swallowing
every drop.

	She must have been working overtime. I was pushing as hard as
I could against her face, holding it in place with my hard-on. I could
hear the slurping noises echo in my office. When it was over, I was
thoroughly exhausted from the experience. I dropped back in my chair,
Evelyn got up, looking at me with a knowing gleam in gleam in her eye.
We smiled at each other.

	She bent over (exposing her wonderful posterior and much to my
delight and surprise it still carried the red marks of my paddle) and
pulled up her panties. She came to where I was resting and planted a
sweet lingering kiss on my lips. As she departed, she said she would
need some more discipline in order to become a good mother figure for
her daughter and I was to discipline her daughter for any minor
infraction of the rules... I knew this was going to be a great job.

	We left my office and joined the rest of the parents attending
the festivities. I saw Ann, the headmistress, and wondered if she
suspected anything. After looking at her for a moment I knew I was all
right.

	I had never spanked a fully grown woman before and the mental
images were getting me hard again. Evelyn positioned there with her
gorgeous ass and me and my paddle. Ann noticed I was hard and asked
what had happened with Miss Colewell. I told her about disciplining
her daughter Lynne, and I was thinking of Lynne's ass and how cute it
was. I dared not tell her of spanking Miss Colewell as well. She then
said maybe we should take care of that problem. Knowing fully what she
meant, I had no problems and followed.

	Soon we were in Ann's office. She bent down and started to
suck on my dick. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. There was a
scramble and I got my dick back in my pants. The door opened and in
came one of the guests. Ann and the new stranger hugged and exchanged
social kisses. Ann introduced me to Mrs. Wellington as the new
assistant headmaster. Ann told me she was the mother of Jamie
Wellington, one of our most accomplished students. I had never seen
her though, she was never on `the list'.

	Mrs. Wellington started to tell me what a problem child Jamie
was and how Ann had brought her to her senses. She described in great
detail how Ann disciplined her daughter while she was there. She
started by telling us how Jamie was made to bend over the desk in
Ann's office. She told us how Ann made little Jamie lift her skirt and
pull down her regulation cotton panties and expose her tiny heart
shaped butt.

	I could tell there was something very odd - Mrs. Wellington's
breathing had changed and her cheeks were blushing. I could tell she
was getting excited.

	She continued about Ann taking the paddle and paddling Jamie's
butt until it was beet red and how Jamie was howling with each stroke.
I was getting my third hard on of the day. Mrs. Wellington had tiny
sweat beads on her forehead.

	Ann suddenly interrupted and called Mrs. Wellington by her
first name, saying, "Victoria, that isn't the whole story. Why don't
you tell Mr. Hazel the whole story." Mrs. Wellington, Victoria turned
several shades of red. Ann said sternly. "Well Victoria, should I?"

	Victoria look down on the floor and said, "Mr. Hazel, I was a
wanton mother, I didn't know how to discipline my daughter. After Ann
excused Jamie from the office, Ann and I had a talk." Looking at Ann I
saw she was enjoying this. Victoria continued, "She told me that, in
order to discipline my daughter, I had to have discipline myself. At
first I didn't know what she meant.

	"I asked for a further explanation. Ann told me about rules
and the consequences for breaking them. She asked me if I was
disciplined as a child and I said, `No.'

	"Victoria said she wasn't ready for what was about to
transpire. She said Ann told her in order to be a good disciplinarian
she had to discipline first hand and that she had no idea what she
meant. I was shocked and horrified at what happened next. She told me
to remove my dress, for some unknown reason I did as she told me.

	"There I was in my blue laced panties wearing my panty hose,
high heeled shoes and my blouse. I watch Ann as she went over to her
chair. She picked up the foot stool. I had no idea on what she had in
mind, I thought she was going to sit on it. Ann placed it in the
middle of the floor. Thank God for carpeting. Ann told me to come
here, to the middle of the floor and she pointed to the stool.

	"I didn't understand. Then, in a stern voice she said, `On
your hands and knees.' I was numb and did as I was told. I got down on
my hands and knee and positioned the stool as comfortably as I could;
my knees were dangling because the stool was too tall. I noticed she
was getting a pillow. Ann then dropped it on the floor and placed it
under my ankles and feet.

	"Again in a stern voice Ann said, `remove your panties.' As a
grown woman already in a compromised position I said, `No,'
disapprovingly. I didn't know what to do. Ann got down on her knees
next to me. I could feel her hand rubbing the small of my back, pretty
soon I felt her hand under the elastic of my panties. I was trembling
all over, for a woman never did such a thing to me. I felt the left
side go down, then the right side.

	"Soon my panties were at the folds of my knees. I felt like
dying, no man had ever done this to me, yet a woman was doing this. I
tried to imagine how I looked with my panties at my knees and my rear
end in the air and my knees dangling. Ann left me for a moment to
ponder my situation. I thought to myself `A fine mess I got myself
into now.'

	"Suddenly Ann's voice brought me back to reality saying `Are
you ready?' I didn't know how to respond. I looked up helplessly. She
was walking back to her desk and got a paddle and riding crop. My fear
was increasing, my body was sweating like never before. I didn't know
what was awaiting me. As my body was getting warmer and warmer I could
feel the air condition cooling off my rear end and pussy. It felt
good. Then Ann asked if I was ready. A suddenly chill came over my
body. The moment of truth arrived.

	"Ann again in a stern voice said, `First I will spank you
twenty-five times with my hand, then you will receive fifteen with the
paddle and finally five with the riding crop. Do I make my self
clear?'

	"I didn't know what to do: get up and leave, or stay. I choose
to stay. I heard the tools drop to the floor, the riding crop brushed
up against my dangling feet and came to rest on the floor beside. Ann
then got on her knees, I was looking over my shoulders, when Ann
suddenly and harshly told me to look forward. I did as I was told. I
heard her hand swoosh thru the air it landed on the right side of my
butt. I felt the stinging and let out a muffled moan, then a second
fell on my left mound.

	"I was trying to contain myself. My butt was getting more
sensitive with every `hit'. At twenty five Ann stopped. Boy was I
glad. My butt was burning. Ann again said, `Are you ready?' I could
see the paddle in her hand. `This is going to be a bit different. You
will count the fifteen paddles out loud.' I looked at her and was
promptly told to face forward.

	"Once again I did as i was told. I saw Ann's hand rise and
moments later the paddle landed on my sensitive butt. I let out a
scream and counted one. I repeated this until the fifteenth had
landed. My ass was aflame the cool air conditioning felt good blow up
and down my crack. I knew Ann could see everything. The pain had
subsided and I was getting moist."

	Looking over at Ann I could see she was reliving the whole
experience her skin was flush, her pupils were dilated, her breathing
was rapid and tiny beads of sweat were visible on her face. She looked
rather good slouched down on the couch like that.

	Victoria, Mrs. Wellington continued her story... "Ann let me
rest for a little while. I could feel my juices running down my legs.
Ann spoke and I went into a trance. I remember her picking up the
riding crop and telling me to spread my legs I did this immediately.
This exposed even more of me, the air conditioning was setting
multiple tiny orgasms in me. I didn't know why, with this person about
to whip me with the crop.

	"Ann got up with the crop. I was looking at Ann. She was
looking me right in the eye and said, `This is going to hurt like no
other pain you have experienced before.' I took a deep breath and
said, `Really ten?' Ann smiled and said, `Turn around.'

	"Again I was looking forward and at nothing in particular. The
first one landed right in the middle and across both mounds. I let out
a scream like I never did before. The room was spinning and getting
dark and red. My butt was stinging, I could feel the welt raising. I
was going to pass out, but I didn't.

	"The second one fell and I relived the experience again. By
the fourth `hit' i was bawling like a little girl begging Ann to stop.
They just kept on coming. My feet were flying everywhere, my ass was
wiggling in every direction. Ann had developed a sweat. Finally,
relief, the last one had landed and my ordeal was over. I was still
sobbing like a little girl bent over the foot stool. I stayed still
for a long while. Ann was admiring her handiwork."

	Needless to say I had a major hard-on. Ann looked ready and
Victoria was flushed with embarrassment about the story she had just
told.

	Ann, getting up, asked Victoria if she wanted another session
while she was here. Victoria quickly agreed. Ann smiled and said there
was a new twist. Victoria was surprised and asked what that was. Ann,
with a smirk, said I was going to administer her discipline. Victoria
was appalled but could do nothing. She went over, got the stool,
placed it in the middle of the floor, bent over, lifted her dress, and
stopped.

	Asking meekly, she said, "May I keep my panties on?" The
obvious answer came from Ann a resounding "NO." So Victoria pulled her
pants to her knees. Ann went and got the riding crop and told Victoria
she must be very quiet because of the school activities outside. Ann
walked over to me and gave me the riding crop. Victoria was facing
forward. Ann told me she was ready now.

	I walked behind Victoria and admired her ass. I was really
turned on by the laced panties bundled up in the panty hose. Ann told
Victoria to spread her legs as wide as they would go. Victoria did as
she was told. I was viewing her womanliness with gusto. I swung the
crop anxphit my other hand with a loud noise. Victoria jumped, looking
at me with her piercing blue eyes.

	Ann said, "No more then ten," and to begin. I landed the first
one across her mounds. She let put a muffled scream. I could see the
welt raising across both mounds of her ass, pink at first and then
bright red. Ann said to hurry up. I started and could not stop. By the
time I got to the tenth "hit" Victoria was crying like a little girl.

	I must say I have to admire Victoria. Through the whole thing
I only heard muffled screams and now her crying was muffled. I let her
rest on the stool. I was not prepared for what happened next. I turned
around and there was Ann with her dress and panties on the chair. She
had a rather well shaved bushed. I had a raging hard-on.

	Victoria was still sobbing silently on the stool bent over
with her ass in the air.

	Ann told me to sit down while she prepared... I thought `This
woman was going to have to endure more?' Ann casually walked over to
her locked filing cabinet and opened it. I must admit I was shocked by
what she took out. I had seen them in movies and magazines but not in
real life. There it was, a strap on dildo. Ann was putting it on
herself. Then she took out two small jars. The first she applied to
the dildo.

	Taking both jars she sat down to a still sobbing Victoria and
opened the other jar. She rubbed the cream all over Victoria's ass. I
could see the criss-crossed welts subsiding. Ann was massaging
Victoria's ass. Soon Victoria stopped sobbing. The criss-cross welts
were still there.

	Then I saw Ann open the other jar, put some on her finger and
start messaging Victoria's asshole. Soon her finger was inside her.
She moved it back and forth a few times and took it out. The next
scene was the most incredible I have ever witnessed. Ann took her hand
and thoroughly lubricated the ten inch dildo. She put it up against
Victoria's ass and rhythmically started pushing it in.

	I thought she was going to split her in two. The dildo must
have been two inches round. She pumped back and forth; each time the
dildo went in about half an inch; back and forth until a good six
inches were in Victoria's ass.

	Then Victoria asked for Ann to stop and not go any deeper. At
this point Ann stopped. I got up to get a closer look. I got down on
my knees and touched Victoria's ass. It was still very hot from the
thrashing I had given her. I was really turned on by the dildo half in
half out.

	Ann reached down and held the exposed part of her fake prick.
She started to pump again but very slowly. She would pull it almost
all the way out and push it back in up to her hand. Victoria was
moaning with pleasure; her ass was still burning to my touch. Ann
pumped away like this for a little while.

	Then Victoria said, "I want more inside of me." Ann then
pushed a little more of the fake cock in her. Victoria seemed a little
uncomfortable but managing okay. There were probably eight inched in
her. Ann was very carefully pumping back and forth. I moved in front
of Victoria and watched her face. Her face was flushed with desire as
Ann pumped away. Sighs of pleasure were coming from her mouth.

	Ann said, "Here we go now," pushing her strap-on as deep as it
would go. Victoria arched her back to receive the monster in her ass.
Ann was pushed up against Victoria's ass. She pulled back and Victoria
let out a muffled moan of pleasure.

	Ann was picking up the tempo back and forth. Soon the dildo
was moving like a piston. Ann was pulling it out and jamming back in
as hard as she could. She was using the whole length too. I could see
Victoria loving this.

	This was incredible, one woman assfucking another in my
presence. Ann and Victoria were covered in sweat. Victoria was about
to cum! She was shaking, sweating and moaning.

	Soon her head dropped and she arched her ass even more. I saw
her hand spread her ass even more saying, "Fuck my ass, I'm cumming."
This was the only clue Ann needed. She was pumping back and forth like
there was no tomorrow. Victoria came for minutes. Too exhausted to get
up, Ann slowly removed the dildo from her ass, leaving a gaping hole
exposing her sphincter muscles. It was a lovely sight. Ann got a towel
from god knows where and started cleaning Victoria.

			       The End