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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Border Town Reform School
Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 11:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction.  All characters are fictional.

Border Town Reform School (F/M)

The assistants at the reform school just across the Rio Grande
brought Dan to the punishment room.  This was Dan's second day at the
school, where he had been sent as part of a plea agreement.  It
appears that Dan and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their
neighborhood.  They thought it was fun to watch their neighbors
frantically work to remove the spray-painted slogans and slurs.  Those
who didn't know how to immediately remove the paint had to pay a
professional to perform the task.  Dan and his cohorts also got a big
thrill from barreling down the neighborhood streets all hours of the
night with their car stereos blaring and thumping.  Some of the
neighbors, in their attempt to restore the area to a semi-peaceful
state, diligently gathered evidence, and the hell-raisers were
eventually caught.

In order to avoid being sued by the many victims, Dan agreed to a stay
at the reform school where, it was emphasized, he would learn about
discipline.  Dan was sentenced to six months, which could be extended
if his cooperation was not judged to be acceptable.

The two assistants at the school, Sylvia Verdugo and Ilona Blanca, led
Dan, with his hands cuffed behind his back, over to the punishment
table.  Dan's only item of clothing was his briefs, which was the rule
for all the "students" there.  Miss Verdugo spent a few moments
adjusting the height of the structure for the new arrival, and made
notes of the settings in Dan's file.  They bent Dan over the structure
and fastened a strap around his waist so that he was bound to the
table.  Then his hands were released and fastened to the front of the
structure.  Finally, Miss Verdugo fastened a strap just above Dan's
knees, so that from that point up, he was relatively immobile.

Miss Blanca picked up the phone, pressed a few numbers on the keypad
and spoke to her boss.  "Miss Fonseca, we have Dan here.  Yes, that's
the one.  Okay."

Miss Blanca and Miss Verdugo then seated themselves and waited for
Anna Fonseca.  A few moments later Dan heard the door open and the
sound of high heels slowly clip-clopping.  Miss Fonseca stopped when
she was immediately behind him.

"So, smarty pants here thinks it's funny to deface other peoples'
property, huh?  Maybe you're gettin' too big for your britches,
mister.  Let's see how you look without your smarty pants," she
scolded.  Then his briefs were suddenly and expertly pulled down by
this person he had not yet seen.

"I bet your neighbors didn't think it was funny to have to clean up
your messes, did they?  We'll have to see how funny you think it is to
be here for a while," she continued.  Then she gave him a hard,
twisting pinch on his left buttock.  Dan yelped when he felt the
intensity of the pain.

Miss Fonseca continued the lecture.  "Did you think that was funny?
Your pretty little bottom is very tender.  That means you weren't
spanked enough at home.  I doubt that you were spanked at all.  Ay,
Dios, save us from the baby boomers and their permissive feel-good
society!  I'll tell you one thing, mister smarty pants, we're goin' to
make up for it here.  You're gonna get all the spanking you shoulda
got when you were growing up, and then some.  Verdugo, bring me the
cane!"

Sylvia Verdugo sprang up and fetched the yellow, whippy cane from the
instruments hanging on the wall, and presented it to Miss Fonseca, who
proceeded to walk around to where she could see her new arrival face
to face.  For the first time, Dan saw the woman whose voice had
lectured him.  She appeared to be in her thirties, slightly
bow-legged, and wore a red blouse and a blue denim skirt.  Her hair
was black and straight, gracefully flowing down below her shoulders.
Flexing the cane back and forth, she resumed her lecture.

"I'm gonna give you a whippin' now, mister smarty pants, for two
reasons.  First, so you know what a whippin' feels like at this
school, and second, to start paying your debt, so to speak.  I notice
your file says that one of the houses you spray-painted was where a
schoolteacher lives.  You and your compadres sprayed 'fuck' this and
'fuck' that all over her walls.  Today you're gonna be sorry for that
one.  One more thing, mister.  Your parents are paying a lotta money
for your stay here, and I'm gonna give them their money's worth."

Miss Fonseca slowly and deliberately walked over to take her position
as punisher.  "Mister cane, I want you to meet mister smarty pants!"
she exclaimed as she drew the cane far back and brought it toward her
target, flicking her wrist at the perfect moment in order to get the
desired effect.

The hapless student immediately stiffened when the instrument of his
fustigation made contact.  He exclaimed "OWWW!", clenched his jaw, and
whispered "Jeeeezus!" 

"Jesus ain't gonna help you now, mister," said Miss Fonseca.  "He
helps those who help themselves, and the best way for you to help
yourself is to learn some self-control and some manners."  She drew
the cane back and imparted another red-hot streak of pain across Dan's
bared buttocks.

"Aauuuugh!"

Anna Fonseca continued the young man's initiation to the reform school
with several more expertly placed strokes.  Dan, never having felt
that kind of punishment before, was astounded that something could
hurt that much.  He reacted by shouting, frantically struggling,
shaking his head from side to side, and begging for relief.  Miss
Fonseca, of course, ignored his pleading.  When she had given him ten
strokes, she paused.

Miss Fonseca resumed her lecturing.  "Don't get too comfortable now,
mister smarty pants, you're only halfway through today's 'lesson'.  I
wish that your schoolteacher neighbor could be here right now, knowing
that the little vandal that led the defacing of her property is now
here with his pants down getting a well-deserved whippin'."

Miss Fonseca showed no mercy as she administered the next ten cane
strokes.  She then handed the cane to Miss Verdugo and calmly left the
room.  Sylvia and Ilona, after a wait of about ten minutes, undid
Dan's restraints, and secured his hands behind him.  They then
escorted him, with his briefs still down, back to his room for
confinement before releasing his hands.

A few days later, Dan was being escorted back to the punishment room
by Sylvia Verdugo and Ilona Blanca.  They bound the obviously nervous
young man the the punishment structure as before, and checked all the
bindings to make sure that they would not loosen.

Anna Fonseca entered the room and stood a few feet in front of Dan,
with her hands on her hips.  "For weeks on end, young man, after your
late-night carousing and partying, you drove your car through the
neighborhood with the stereo playing loud, waking up people who have
to work for a living.  According to the court papers, some o' the
neighbors talked with your parents about this and they politely asked
you to stop it.  Instead of having consideration for other people, you
were defiant and decided to show them a thing or two by making more
noise.  Let me ask you, mister, if you got into a big wreck and needed
spinal surgery so that you'd be able to walk again, would you want a
doctor who lost a lot of sleep the previous night by inconsiderate
people who don't want to do anything but party?  I think you must have
more money than brains.  One of your neighbors gathered proof of your
noisemaking by forsaking many hours of sleep to catch you on film.
Well, I think you're gonna make some more noise today, but they ain't
gonna hear you.  Verdugo, I want you to give him his paddling.  Get
the oak paddle and get ready."

Sylvia smiled slightly, retrieved the hardwood paddle, walked over
behind the captive young man, and pulled down his briefs.  Then she
stood to one side in the spanker's position and waited for direction
from Miss Fonseca.

Anna Fonseca had considerable experience, and knew exactly what she
was doing.  She knew that, with her standing in front of him,  Dan
would defiantly try to show that he could take what was dished out,
especially by the 'girls', without breaking down and crying or
begging.

"Give him ten, Verdugo," Anna directed.

Sylvia took careful aim, brought the paddle far back, and with her
eyes on her target, placed a shocking blow onto Dan's tensed buttocks.
A scarce few seconds later Sylvia, with lips parted and teeth
clenched, delivered the second stroke.  Dan gritted his teeth in
silent determination.  Just as the pain crested to its peak, Sylvia
delivered the third strong stroke.  The painful heat building up
cumulatively on Dan's bared bottom was far worse than he thought it
would be.  When Sylvia gave him the fourth stroke, he couldn't help
vocalizing a sharp "Oh!".  With each successive stroke, it was
immensely more difficult for Dan to restrain his urge to cry out and
plead.  By the eighth stroke, he was frantically struggling at his
restraints and trying to choke back his expressions of anguish.  On
the last two strokes, he couldn't help emitting a strained "Aaaaugh!".
Sylvia paused and waited.  Dan sighed with relief, although he was
angry and resentful at Miss Fonseca for ordering the latest
punishment, and glared at her.

"Well, I see that you don't like this do you?" Anna asked
rhetorically.  "You don't like me telling the girl to paddle your ass,
and she does it very well," she continued.  "Did you ever stop to
think that other people don't like what you were doing to them?  And
when you were asked not to do it, you did it even more out of spite.
Verdugo, ten more!"

Dan shot an angry look at Miss Fonseca, knowing the inevitability of
his continued punishment.  Sylvia was skilled at using the paddle, and
timed the strokes so that when the fiery sensation of a stroke was at
its highest, the next stroke was delivered.  She commenced the
remainder of the paddling.  After three of the strokes, Dan let loose
with a string of profanities addressed at Miss Fonseca, the young
woman wielding the paddle, the school, and the world in general.  His
tears were those born of frustration, humiliation and rage rather than
the pain of the paddling, which had merely stimulated them.

Anna Fonseca showed no shock or emotion as Dan was venting, having
heard it all before.  She knew it would need to come to this, and
beyond, in order to reach the bound and angry inmate.

"That was very good, Verdugo.  Please put the paddle away," directed
Anna.  Turning to Dan, she said, "You feel helpless, don't you?  Think
of the helplessness of the people you deliberately annoyed during the
night with your car stereo full blast, and turning on your car alarm
too.  Don't you know that they felt helpless and angry, just like you
do now?"

Miss Fonseca then asked Sylvia Verdugo to massage the captive inmate's
well punished buns to help circulation.  In spite of the pain, Dan
thought that the massage felt pretty good, and welcomed Sylvia's
ministrations.  After a few minutes of this, Sylvia stopped and sat
down, knowing the routine.  Her ministrations were to have the effect
of preparing him for the next step of that day's punishment.

A few moments of silence followed, then Anna Fonseca instructed Ilona,
"Blanca, get the cane and prepare to administer."

Dan couldn't believe what he had just heard.  After the ferocious
paddling, he was going to be caned!  He started to protest.  "No.  Not
again!  No, not the cane!  She paddled me!  No, not now!  No!"

Miss Fonseca said nothing as Ilona Blanca fetched the long, whippy
cane, whisked it through the air a few times, and took her position.
She calmly looked toward Miss Fonseca for direction.

"Eighteen strokes, Blanca.  You may begin."

With the precision and expertise of a true canemistress, Ilona's
dispassionate wielding of the whippy instrument evoked piteous sounds
of anguish from the male whose buttocks were being striated under her
masterful attention.  The distraught male interspersed his expressions
of distress with entreaties to stop, while the caning inexorably
continued.  At the end, he was weeping copiously, not from rage, not
from helplessness, but from the fiery pain of the caning.

Anna spoke to him.  "She doesn't stop when you want her to.  She stops
when I want her to.  It is no lie, when you boom through your
neighborhood at night, your victims feel the same way you did.  They
are saying, 'no, not again,' wondering when it will stop."  Then she
got up and left the room.

Several weeks and many punishment room sessions later, Dan was
surprised to see Miss Fonseca being let into his room.  He was in his
briefs because of the rule at the reform school that restricted the
students to being constantly at that stage of undress.  In a way he
was glad to see her because he was very lonely, not having much
contact with other people at the institution.  Also he feared her,
because of his past experiences in the punishment room.  Miss Fonseca
seated herself and appeared to be in a fair mood.  She asked him to
tell her how his values clarification classes were progressing, and
they talked a little about that.  Suddenly, Anna got up and sat
immediately next to him.  He was becoming quite nervous.  She sat
there without saying anything for a few moments, and then said
something that shocked him.

In a very kind voice, she said, "Tell me about Lisa.  All the details.
Don't leave anything out."

"Damn," he thought to himself.  "How the hell does she know?"  He
figured that it wasn't a secret.  He had bragged enough to his friends
about the sexual conquest and the power trip that went with it.  A
flood of memories came back to him, reminding him of the time he met
an attractive young lady at a bar.  He had arranged a few details
beforehand in case he got a chance to score.  After feeding her a line
of bull about himself, they left the bar together, planning to go to a
motel for a sexual liaison.  Having an almost empty gas tank, which
was part of his plan, he stopped at a gas station and filled up the
pickup truck's tank with a considerable amount of gasoline, paid for
it, and drove to the motel.  Just before they went to check in, he
mentioned that the gasoline had required all of his money, and could
she spring for the room, saying that he'll pay her back in a few days.
He wrote his name (a fictitious one) and a phone number (also
fictitious) on a scrap of paper and gave it to her in a ploy to win
her trust.  He also asked her for a way to reach her.  Lisa agreed to
pay for the room after saying that she would in fact desperately need
to be reimbursed.  He "fucked her brains out" (as he later bragged to
his friends), while wondering to himself if the genital warts that he
had were contagious.  Later, as they lay together, he said he heard a
noise, reached for his pager, and said that he had to call in to work
and see if there was a problem.  Dialing his work number, which would
get his own voicemail, he faked a converstion with a nonexistent
colleague, inventing an urgent "problem".  They left the motel.  He
drove Lisa back to her car at the bar, said some endearing things to
her, and drove away, never intending to see her again.  "Too bad," he
had thought to himself, "she was a really good piece.  Oh well,
there's a lot of fish in the sea."  He had to admit to himself on
occasion that he felt crummy about it.

"Well?" prodded Miss Fonseca.

"Uh, ummmm, well, Lisa and I we met one night at this bar, and I guess
we were uhmm, attracted to each other.  We, uh, we decided to go uh,
somewhere else to be alone, and uh, and we ummm, we ended up at, she
rented a room at a motel, you know.  And we kinda, you know, well, we
uh, had a good time."

A pause.  Dan was feeling guilty about what he'd done to Lisa, and
didn't know how to continue.  He didn't want to say any more about the
subject.

Anna put one hand on Dan's head, ran her fingers through his hair, and
asked, "Now what really happened?"

The guilt, the remorse, the loneliness, Anna's penetrating eyes and
concerned demeanor were too much for his resistance.  He dissolved in
tears, clutching onto Anna and burying his head in her chest.  "Oh,
goddamm, I'm a real jerk!  I dumped her!" he cried, and Anna knew that
she'd finally gotten through.

More probing questions about the affair from Anna.  More remorseful
tears and admissions from Dan.  "I want to make it up to her," Dan
cried.

"What would you do to make it up to her?" asked Anna, knowing exactly
where she was leading.

"I don't know, maybe treat her nice, tell her I'm sorry, take her out
to dinner."

"Well, you can't make it up to her," Miss Fonseca flatly stated.

Dan looked questioningly at Anna.  "She killed herself a couple of
weeks ago.  It appears that she got some kind of disease around the
time of your fling with her, and felt that she could never have
another sexual relationship."

The image of Lisa's sweet smile and the memory of her sincere
endearing words appeared in his mind as he crumpled to the floor, his
face in his hands, wailing with a mixture of remorse and grief.  Anna
quietly got up and left the room.

A few days later Ilona and Sylvia retrieved Dan and led him to the
punishment room.  He did not resist at all when they bound him to the
punishment table.  Miss Fonseca went over to him and very quietly
whispered, "You know what this is for, don't you?"

Dan nodded, a look of understanding in his eyes.

"Verdugo, give him the strap.  And stand directly behind him." Miss
Verdugo retrieved the medium sized tawse, took her position behind the
bound miscreant, and proceeded to deliver a series of steadily paced,
very powerful strokes.  When a strapping is administered in this
fashion, it is especially painful since the punisher is using
alternate forehand and backhand strokes, causing the contact to be on
the area of the buttocks on each side which are very tender.  It did
not take many strokes before he was struggling and vocalizing his
predicament.  It did not take many more before he was openly crying.
After close to fifty strokes had been imparted, Anna told Miss Verdugo
to stop.

After a rest of about ten minutes, Anna addressed Ilona.  "Blanca, the
cane."  The expert canemistress fetched the thin whippy cane and took
her position.  "Proceed," commanded Miss Fonseca.  Ilona slightly
raised her eyebrows, then nodded assent.  This was to be open-ended,
stopping only when told to by Miss Fonseca, who stood calmly with her
arms folded, several feet in front of Dan.  Ilona Blanca commenced
what was to be an extended caning, all the while dispassionately
administering her strokes while her charge wept, groaned, cried and
pleaded for mercy.  After a few moments Anna walked around to obtain a
view of the results of Ilona's methodical handiwork.  The fustigation
continued for a while longer, and then Anna signaled Ilona to stop.

When Dan's six months were completed, and he was about to be released,
Anna mentioned to him that his friends who he used to hang around
with, were all in prison (except for one of them, who was totally
paralyzed from the waist down as a result of a one-car drunk driving
wreck following a party).  The other friends were apparently not given
any serious judicial sanction because of the neighborhood rowdiness
that had gotten Dan into the reform school.  Dan soberly reflected on
his stay at the school, acknowledging to himslf that he wasn't so
unfortunate after all.  "You better find some people to hang around
with who you can look up to," Anna had told him.

As Dan was being led out to the waiting area where he would be taken
home, Anna handed him a note on a folded piece of paper.  "You can
keep this or throw it away, but I want you to at least think of what
is written here occasionally," she said.

As he was being driven home, he opened up the note and saw, in Anna's
handwriting:

   "Pay attention to actions and the things they cause."

Then her signature: Anna Fonseca


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