 Schoolgirl Spanking
The Nuns of St. Catherine's Girls School were fed up with the lack of discipline among the students. At the monthly school meeting, they complained to the pricipal about how difficult it was to control their classes. What were they going to do? Sister Margaret, the school principal, presented a solution.
"Discipline," she said sternly. "Good, old-fashioned discipline. A whack on the butt. More formalized public spankings. It worked in my day and it will work today." The Sisters all agreed. It was decided that a behavior code and list of punishments would be posted for the students.
The next morning the girls stared in disbelief as they read the following notice posted on each homeroom bulletin board and in every hall:
Punishments are described below. Infractions not listed will be handled at the discretion of the observing teacher. Any teacher shall have the right to punish any student in any manner set forth below. No student shall have the right to appeal a teacher's decision as to time, place, nature or degree of punishment. Failure to take your punishment will result in immediate expulsion.
Talking in class - Punishment # 1
Recurrent offenses will result in increased penalties.
Punishment #1: 25 spanks administered with ping-pong paddle in front of class where infraction occurred. Spanks administered over panties.
Punishment #2: 25 spanks administered with ping-pong paddle in front of class where infraction occurred. Spanks administered on bare skin.
Punishment #3: 50 spanks administered with ping pong-paddle on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.
Punishment #4: 25 swats administered with bamboo cane on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.
Punishment #5: 25 swats administered with leather strap on bare skin in special after-school punishment forum.
Susan Morgan was so intent on reading the notice that she hardly realized that the bell for class had rung and two minutes later when she timidly entered her classroom, Sister Mary was waiting. "Well class, it looks like we have our first volunteer to try out the new system. Late to class, that's punishment #1 for you, young lady," she said. "Go to your seat. We'll break fifteen minutes early,class, I'd like all of you to stay and witness Susan's punishment. After all, she's wasted everyone's time by arriving late this morning."
The period dragged on and on. Poor Susan was terrified. She hadn't been spanked since she was a child of seven or eight, and then it had been over her mother's knee, not by the strictest nun in school in front of 22 of her closest friends. She'd have to see these kids again everyday for the whole year. Fifteen minutes before the bell was about to ring, Sister Mary announced. "Now, class, it's time for something even more instructive than our history lesson." she opened her desk drawer and removed a smooth, black leather paddle.
She held it in one hand and slapped it smartly against the palm of the other so that it made a loud smacking sound. "Susan Morgan will be the first, but I suspect, if your past behavior is any indication of your future actions, that most of you will get a taste of this before the school year is over." The class was dead quiet. Everyone was afraid, but no one more than little Susan, who's eyes were already beginning to fill with tears.
"Susan Morgan," Sister Mary said. "Come up to the front of the room." She slowly walked up the aisle on shaky legs. "What have you got to say to me and to the class?" "I don't know, Ma'am." Susan said in a quiet voice. "Apologize!" she commanded. "I'm sorry, Sister Mary," she stammered. "Say, I'm sorry for coming in late and say it to the entire class." Susan turned towards her classmates, her face bright red. "I'm sorry for coming in late, class," she said quietly. "Say it louder, Susan. We want to be sure you are sorry, because in a while you're going to be very sorry. "Susan took a deep breath, "I'm sorry for coming in late," Susan said distinctly.
"Now class", Sister Mary said. "The Code requires all students to count out the number of spanks they receive. Because you came late to class, Susan, you deserve 25. This time you will be spanked over your panties, however should you come in late again at any time during the current semester, you will receive 25 spanks on your bare bottom in front of all your classmates."
Susan had turned white and was beginning to tremble. "Turn around and face my desk, Susan." She turned so that her back was to the class. Sister Mary approached her flexing the hand that held the paddle. "Lean over the desk and put your hands out straight. Grip the far edge." Susan did as she was ordered. Sister Mary waited a moment as she stretched her upper body over his desk. Susan was wearing the standard school uniform, a white blouse with a plaid skirt.
Sister Mary put one hand under the skirt and turned it up until it rested on the small of her back. In doing so she revealed Susan's white cotton panties. "Begin to count after each stroke, Susan," Sister Mary said curtly, and with that, she drew back her arm and swung. The smooth leather paddle whoshed through the air and landed in the middle of Susan's upturned buttocks with a resounding smack. Her body shook with he impact. "One," she said meekly. "It will have to be louder if you want it to count, Susan," Sister Mary said. She struck again, this time a glancing blow that might be used to put some spin on a ping-pong ball. "Ow! Oh, Sister Mary!" Susan cried, restraining an impulse to leap up from the desk. "Two." "We can dispense with the commentary," Sister Mary said as she let a particularly sharp blow fall on her right buttock. "Three," Susan shouted as the pain rippled through her.
A few of the girls in class were getting uncomfortable. They realized that things had changed at St. Catherine's and any one of them could be next. Sister Mary brought back her arm and landed a fourth spank directly on Susan's left buttock. This time Susan gasped. "Four!" she cried. Now Sister Mary began to spank in rhythm. She alternated the destination of the next three blows, left, right, center, and the next, center, left, right. Susan was finding it hard to keep count each spank in her effort to control her reaction to the pain. However, Sister Mary waited for Susan to count the correct number after each blow.
When they reached number 13, she put all her force into the spank. It was too much for the punished teenager. She jumped up and clutched her burning bottom with both hands. "Please, Ma'am, please. I'll do anything. Please stop. Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears. "Compose yourself, Susan," Sister Mary said calmly. "We're only half through."
Almost everyone in the class was moved to pity for poor Susan who'd been so brave until that moment. "I can see I'm going to need assistance," the Sister announced. "The Code says that students must remain still or repeat the punishment," "Oh nooooo, Ma'am," Susan begged. "...or," Sister Mary continued, "be restrained. In this case, since it is only Susan's first infraction, she will be restrained.
Janet Woods, please come up here and help." Janet, a tall, atheletic girl, walked up to the front of the room. "You are to hold Susan's arms against the desk as I proceed with her punishment," Sister Mary instructed. Janet nodded. Susan stood in front of the class, rubbing her sore behind and stared imploringly at her teacher. "Bend over the desk, Susan," Sister Mary commanded again. Susan hesitated. "Now, Susan! Or, we will begin at number one." Susan jumped forwards and assumed the correct position. Sister Mary raised her skirt. "Janet, secure her arms." Janet walked behind the desk and pinned Susan's wrists against the edge of the desk.
"What number are we up to, Susan?" Sister Mary asked. "Fourteen, Ma'am," Susan answered meekly. "We're up to number 14." Sister Mary drew back her arm and let the paddle land with a mighty thwack. Susan cried out in pain and indignation. "Fourteen!" she yelled. Sister Mary applied spanks 15, 16, 17 and 18 in rapid succession. Shee put her full body weight into each spank and carefully aimed them to land on the same spot in the center of Susan's already scorched bottom. Susan squirmed and shrieked after each blow.
As she counted out each stroke, she desperately tried to free herself from Janet's grip. Janet had to work hard to keep Susan on the desk, but she managed it. "Luckily, for you, Susan, you continued to count properly after I picked up my pace," Sister Mary said approvingly. "What number is next?" "Nineteen, Ma'am," Susan stammered weakly. "Speak up, girl!" Sister Mary commanded and landed an extremely wicked blow in the center of her throbbing and tender behind. Susan screamed and began to cry loudly. "Nineteen!" she counted in a voice wracked by choking sobs. Again, she began begging Sister Mary to stop.
"Compose yourself, Susan," her teacher ordered. "I want you to remember the final five spanks of your punishment so I'm going to administer them slowly and firmly. You will request each one. I want your full cooperation. Begin." The room was silent except for Susan's sobs. Sister Mary placed the paddle against her burning bottom. "I'm waiting for you to ask for it, Susan," she said. "Please give me spank number 20," Susan whimpered. Sister Mary let go with a particularly vicious smack. She put all her strength into it and it landed with a resounding WHACK!!!... "Owwwwww!!!" Susan wailed. "Owwwwwww!!!" "The number, Susan," Sister Mary said harshly. "20," Susan sobbed. "Next." For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of Susan's childish blubbering as Sister Mary waited for her to continue. "We are waiting, Susan. Shall we begin at the beginning?"This horrible thought moved her. "Please give me spank number 2l," the punished girl said through her tears. This spank was harder than the last and Susan screamed like a cat in the night, but, she didn't forget to count "2l."
Hoping to get her punishment over with she yelled, "Please give me spank number 22!" She held her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke. Sister Mary took her time, however. When the blow finally landed, it took her by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk. Janet lost control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose.
"Hold her still, Janet," Sister Mary warned. "I'm sorry, Sister," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy for the tormented girl and didn't enjoy participating in her punishment, she clutched Susan's wrists all the more firmly so that her battered butt remained the perfect, helpless target for Sister Mary's relentless brand of discipline. All the while, Susan's sobs echoed through the room. She must have been so overwhelmed by her suffering, that she forgot Sister Mary's instructions to count. Sister Mary grew impatient. "Number, Susan!" she said harshly. "I don't know, Ma'am," Susan bawled. "I forgot. Oh pleeeeeease, Sister!!!... Pleeeeeease don't hit me all those times again. Was it 21 Ma'am, 22, Oh God... I forgot," she wailed. "Pleeeeeease......," and her voice broke on her tears and stammers.
Sister Mary turned to face the class as Susan's tears soaked the papers on her desk. "According to the Code," she announced, "students are required to count each spank. Susan has failed. Therefore, it is up to the discretion of the teacher to decide on the proper remedy." She looked at the terrified class sternly. "We shall take a vote, class," she said. "Susan has offended us all. She has interfered with your education today by coming in late. She is receiving a well-deserved punishment for violating the school rules and, although she is only receiving Punishment # 1, she is making quite a fuss. So, I leave it to you, class. I intend to apply the specified number of spanks to her tardy bottom. And, she shall count them all. However, should she be further punished for losing count? Can her punishment work, if she isn't concentrating properly? "All in favor of Susan receiving additional spanks, raise your hands." Three out of 22 right hands went up.
"An interesting number," Sister Mary said. "It looks like mercy, Susan. Only three of your classmates are so deeply offended that they feel you should receive further punishment. Interesting because we had just administered to number 22. "That's right, Susan, only three spanks left. And, only three classmates who feel you deserve more. The solution is simple. Each of these students will give you an additional spank. That should satisfy everyone. "You are to keep looking straight down at the floor behind my desk. You shall never know which of your classmates has spanked you. You shall simply remember that any one of them could have. By watching your spanking, all of us have approved your punishment."
As her teacher talked, Susan felt as if her bottom was on fire. She didn't know how she'd be able to take the final three spanks on her tender and bruised skin. She didn't care which of her classmates would spank her, she just wanted it to be over. Afterward, she'd probably be embarrassed, but now all she cared about was getting to the end of her horrible punishment. The break enabled her to regain some of her control but she was unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes or the searing pain in her bottom, but with a concentrated effort, she was able to stop gasping and making dreadful little moaning sounds. She tried to resign herself to the punishment that was yet to come.
Sister Mary gestured to one of the students who had voted for additional spanks. She was a sandy haired girl who had always competed with Susan for top grades in class. Because she rarely beat Susan's scores, she had enjoyed her punishment more than the others in the room. She stepped forward and took the paddle from Sister Mary.
Now, she thought, I'll finally get even. Sister Mary said to Susan, "I want you to understand, Susan that you have offended this entire class by your inconsiderate tardiness. Therefore, before each of your classmates personally punishes today, you are to say, 'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me.' Is that clear, Susan." "Yes, Sister," Susan answered. "Do you know why, Susan?" Sister Mary asked. "Because I have offended the entire class," Susan stammered.
Despite her pain and fear of more torment to come, she was deeply embarrassed by having to make this admission. She had never felt so totally humiliated in her entire life. "That's right, Susan. Perhaps, with your classmate's chastisement, you will learn. Do you deserve your punishment, Susan?" "Yes, Ma'am," Susan answered automatically. Punished teenagers have no choice. "I have offended the entire class. I should be punished, Ma'am." She spoke as loudly as her tears would permit. And, though part of her rebelled at her punishment, another part was beginning to wonder if it might not be well-deserved. She hadn't given a thought to interrupting the class when she strolled in late this morning. True, she was only two minutes late, but it could just as easily have been five or even ten minutes. If her fellow students were willing to punish her for this infraction, she must deserve it.
She was confused by her embarrassment and her pain and she was also very sorry she ever came in late. Sister Mary interrupted her speculations. "The first of your classmates is ready to help correct you for your misdeeds. Do as instructed, and request your punishment."Susan shut her tear-filled eyes and repeated, "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me." She spoke timidly and tried to prepare for the spank. She didn't know how hard her classmate would hit. The blow came suddenly. It was not as hard as her teacher's, but it brought fresh tears to her eyes nonetheless. Any touch on her burning, sensitive skin would make her cry for quite a while.
Sister Mary took the paddle and the sandy haired girl sat down."Thank the class, Susan," Sister Mary said. "If you don't thank the class for your last spanks, we will start over again at one. And, please, remember to count." Susan's crying was nonstop now. In spite of it, she said, "23" quite loudly. Then she said, "Thank you, class," and waited for the final two spanks. "Next," Sister Mary called. She pointed to a smug looking girl with red hair. She disliked Susan because Susan had stolen her best friend. She'd been friends with the girl first, but once she had met Susan, she had stopped paying attention to her. Now she would pay Susan back.
She took the paddle from Sister Mary and waited for Susan to speak. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," Susan said automatically through her sobs. The girl grimaced and swung the hard, leather covered wooden paddle as hard as she could. The blow was so fierce it pushed Susan's head forward into Janet's belly. "Awwwwwoooooooo!" Susan cried out. "Awwwwwwwoooooooo!" She began bawling uncontrollably.
Satisfied, the redhaired girl smiled and handed Sister Mary the paddle. It was a full two minutes before Susan remembered or was able to say "Thank you, class." And, when she pronounced these words, they were hardly intelligible. Just three high-pitched squeaks muffled by violent whimpering and weeping. "Now, Susan, you have one final spank left," Sister Mary said. "Just one more -- this time. Next time you are late, you will receive Punishment # 2. That is 25 spanks on your bare bottom before the entire class. And, because it will be your second offense, I shall not be so lenient with you if you forget to count."Do you realize you just forgot to count 24?" "24 Ma'am!!!!" Susan shrieked. "Oh, please, Ma'am, 24!" "I'm afraid it's too late now Susan. After the rest of the class is dismissed, I'll tell you what additional punishment will be necessary to make up for your lack of concentration.
Now, we will complete this part of your punishment." Susan was in an agony of panic. She wanted to run from the room, but Janet held her fast to the desk. She still had one spank left and then she'd be alone with Sister Mary. What would she do to her? She almost wished she'd give her another 25 spanks now, anything to avoid being at her mercy with no one there to help. She trembled and cowered, completely helpless and at her mercy, stretched out across her desk.
"What have you got to say, now, Susan?" Sister Mary asked. She was confused. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she sobbed quickly, hoping it was the right thing to say. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she said again. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me." "All right, Susan, we understand that you're sincerely sorry." Sister Mary called up the third student who had voted "yes." It was a girl who had always been envious of Susan for having prettier clothes and coming from a richer family. Now, it was her turn for revenge.
She took the paddle from Sister Mary. She was a good ping-pong player and used to the feel of the paddle. Ping-pong usually depends on either strength or finesse. This girl knew how to combine both in one stroke. She knew how to hit the ball with a maximum amount of impact to create the maximum amount of spin. She judged that this technique, applied to an already sore and swollen bottom, would cause the maximum amount of pain. Although she wouldn't win any points with this next stroke, it was going to be her masterpiece.
She positioned herself as if she were about to play the Communist Chinese. Susan's backside was in exactly the right place for the best shot. She concentrated and let the energy flow up through her body from her feet, to her arm into the paddle. She breathed deeply and struck.
WHACK!!!... The class was not prepared for what happened next. Susan howled and shrieked in complete, total and overwhelming pain. It was a long drawn-out sound, a cross between a high-pitched screech and a deep-throated groan. It lasted a full 20 seconds. Then her body beganto flail frantically about on the desk. Janet held fast to her arms. They rose and fell in a vain attempt to let her hands get to her bruised and battered buttocks. Her feet kicked and danced helplessly on the floor in front of Sister Mary's desk.
Slowly, her howl dissolved into convulsive sobs. The top of Susan's body went limp. Janet remained holding her arms in place as Susan swung her ass to and fro in front of the class. Her sounds and agonized movements didn't stop for at least five minutes. At that point, the sobs turned to little stifled chokes.
"Susan, you have not thanked the class for your last spank," Sister Mary said. "We must follow the Code." Somewhere inside her, Susan remembered she hadn't counted 25 either. "25!" she yelled and burst into a fresh stream of tears.
Sister Mary looked at her watch. "That's enough for today, class," she announced. "Susan," she said sternly, "Janet will let go of your hands now. You are to stand up, face the class and say, "Thank you class. Thank you for spanking me." You are not to touch your bottom with your hands. You are to remain after the class is dismissed." Janet let go of Susan's hands. Susan slowly lifted her limp body off the desk. She was still wracked by sobs. She put her hands at her sides andslowly turned around. Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at her classmates, three of whom had just mercilessly spanked her, one of whom had spanked her so hard it had almost killed her, and dissolved in tears. She looked at the class, and summoning all herstrength said, "Th.....Th.....Tha.....Thank.....y....y... y.....y....you...cl....cl...class. Thank you f....fo....for....sp........... ....sp.....sp.....sp.....spanking...m....me." She immediately burst into convulsive sobs as, one by one, the class filed out. "Are you thankful for your punishment, Susan?" Sister Mary asked her after they were alone in the classroom. "You know, it was for your own good." Susan was too overwhelmed to speak.
"Perhaps you need to think about it?" she asked. "Very well. You may miss your next class. You are to remain here. Stand in the corner by the blackboard while I prepare for my next class. You are not to touch your bottom. It is supposed to hurt. You will have the opportunity in the next 45 minutes to decide if you really are thankful for your lesson today. I wager it will be a lesson you won't soon forget. Go on." Susan hobbled over to the corner and stood facing the wall. Although she needed to very badly, she did not try to soothe her tender buttocks with her hands.She could not stop her tears and kept wondering what the rest of her punishment would be.
The wait was agonizing. After 15 minutes, Sister Mary spoke. "We teachers have some discretion, as you know, on punishment administration. Your punishment is not over, Susan, because you failed to count two spanks, the24th and the 25th. If you don't count, how do we know that you're concentrating on your punishment?. Daydreaming is a big problem among teenagers. It is completely unacceptable during punishment, when we need your complete attention." Susan's body stiffened as she stood facing the wall.
"Turn around, Susan," Sister Mary commanded. The student obeyed. Her tear-streaked face silently implored her to show pity. "I want to see the look on your face when I explainthe rest of your punishment," her teacher said. "I imagine you will find it hard to sit down for a while, Susan. A good week I would judge after the force of that last blow. What a wallop! "Let's see if your bottom has reached 'Acceptable Punishment Status,' young lady,." Sister Mary said. " You know, if I find your butt is not punished enough, we'll have to take appropriate action. According to my Punishment Chart, acceptable colors after Punishment # 1 are pink, red, purple, green, yellow and blue. Let's have a look."
Susan shivered and stared at her teacher in disbelief. "Get on your hands and knees, Susan and raise your bottom in the air."Too terrified to disobey, Susan got down on her hands and knees and presented her punished butt for inspection. "Raise your skirts and lower your panties," Sister Mary ordered. With trembling hands and renewed sobs, Susan lifted her skirt out of the way and lowered her panties to her knees. The cool air feltgood on her burning hot bottom.
Sister Mary remained studying the effects of the punishment for quite a while. Finally, she said, "Yes, you've been sufficiently spanked. Your bottom is pink and red with a touch of purple and blue. I suppose the green and yellow will come later, when your bruises start to fade. I'll want to get Sister Margaret in to inspect this too, so you'll have to wait like that until the next period."
Susan remained in this undignified position and continued to cry like a baby. She was unable to control herself at all and made no effort to stop. Finally, Sister Mary told her the rest of her punishment. "Despite the condition of your tender behind, you must attend all your classes today, Susan. You must report to your next class immediately after inspection by Sister Margaret. You will stand at the back of the room during today's classes, so that all your classmates will know you have been punished. "Starting tomorrow, however, you may not stand. You must sit in all classes no matter how much your bottom hurts, and judging by the look of it, it will hurt a lot for quite some time.
In addition, you may not wear any foam rubber or any other type of padding to protect you. Your teachers will make sure you don't by a series of periodic inspections. And, I warn you, young lady, if you are caught trying to protect that tender behind of yours, you will be making matters worse.... much worse."
Susan remained on the floor, on her hands and knees, with her well-punished bottom raised in the air as Sister Mary lectured her. "I don't want you to think of this as an additional punishment, Susan," Sister Mary said. "You are to think of it as an extension of this one. I am concerned that you were not paying attention throughout your punishment this morning. I want to give you further opportunities to think about your lesson, Susan, to make sure it's been well learned. "Now," she said, "you are to remain in that position until Sister Margaret comes round for your inspection."
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