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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 disciplinar- ian," 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 16 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 back- sides, Richard had blushed deeply. Then, as he cooled off, he noticed that the conversation was really exciting his new superi- or. "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 hesita- tion, 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 de- veloped notwithstanding the school uniform that she wore. For a moment their eyes met and the girl blushed deeply as she recog- nized 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 leath- er 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 assist- ing brought the first girl into the room. She was a very nervous 12 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 proper- ly positioned under his right hand. Ann lifted Doris's school uniform jumper out of the way and lowered the white cotton pan- ties to a point just under the curve of the bottom cheeks com- pletely 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, al- though this is the first time we've had a man."
The next girl to be ushered into the room was a 15 year old who had violated the school's smoking rules several times. Ann recited the various incidents to her and announced the punish- ment. 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 dis- play, began to blush. This seemed to amuse the females present, including the punished student who slowly, and somewhat painful- ly, 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 Rich- ard 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 17 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 violator and you seem to be getting off to the same start this year, but this time with a twist." Turn- ing 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 18.
"You were just about to say that you were starting to have sex when you were interrupted," suggested Ann. "You should con- sider yourself lucky that you were. When you are 18, you can do what you wish. However, you are not there yet and it is my obli- gation 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 humili- ating 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, crisscrossing the pale mounds of Alice's bottom, gave proof that the punishment was being well applied.
By the 8th 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 miser- ably 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 back- side, and with a quick and wistful glance at Richard, fled snif- fling 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 de- lighted sighs filled the room and evidenced his assent.

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 responsi- bility which he handled very well and which was sexually stimu- lating to him. The spankings were also stimulating to Ann Hen- derson, his boss and the school's headmistress, a required wit- ness 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. Some- one has been walloping her. Have you been practicing your spank- ing 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 suggest- ed 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 10 minutes later, Ann returned to Richard's office followed by a reluctant teenager. Ann smiled as the girl de- clined an invitation to be seated. "Betty," she said addressing the nervous 14 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 lowered. Betty's full bottom cheeks, now exposed, revealed a number of red blotches, obviously the result of their having been smacked repeatedly with a hard implement. Embarrassed that her pudgy mounds were now on display in Richard's presence, the girl wig- gled and groaned.
"O. K. my girl. We get the truth out of you or I will ask Mr. Hazel to lend me his paddle and I will personally give you another dose."
At this Betty began to wail. "Oh, please," she blubbered, "Don't spank me, I've had enough. I'll tell you but...but you can't tell them I told...they'll kill me."
Tearfully, with her ample bare mounds in the air over Ann's knees, Betty disclosed the secret of the Ladies of the Evening. As Richard had surmised, the group purported to be a secret sorority started by five 10th grade girls two years ago. The leaders were now seniors but each year they had each recruited a 9th grader so that the group now numbered 15. Betty was one of five 9th grade candidates chosen for this year.
"How does the bottom warming enter into all this"? Ann applied a gentle smack to the upraised bottom on her lap as she asked the question and was delighted by the yelp of pain from the youngster.
"We...we have to do things for the sisters, that's the older girls who are already in, and if you don't do what you're sup- posed to, or if its not right, well...you get the paddle."
Betty went on to describe the punishment session which was held for those unlucky candidates who had committed infractions. The offender was made to bend over the back of chair, placing both hands flat on the seat. Then her skirt was raised and panties lowered to the floor. In that humiliating posture, the girl received the allotted number of strokes from each of the "sisters" applied with a college fraternity paddle which one of them had obtained from her older brother. The result was that the backsides of several 9th graders had been given a severe workout.
"You must know, Betty," said Ann, giving the girl another sharp spank, "that secret societies or sororities of any kind are against our rules. As of this moment you are out of it. I will deal with the Ladies myself."
Ann's hand moved softly over the Betty's tormented cheeks as the girl wiggled in nervous anticipation. "Now, dear," Ann said, "if you are ready to give me the names, I think we can let you go back to rubbing that sore backside."
Later that evening, the headmistress of Greenwich Academy lay on her back in Richard's bed, her legs apart and waving in the air as she held him in the "saddle" formed by her thighs and buttocks. Between groans of pleasure Ann recounted the details of her meeting with the 15 girls named by Betty. Threatened with immediate expulsion, the "Ladies" had begged for some alternative punishment and, after a suitable period of suspense, Ann had relented. "Wait till you hear what I have planned," she mur- mured. Then she gasped loudly as Richard's cock plunged further between her pussy lips.
Although there was no formal announcement, that Friday evening a large number of girls from the upper school filled the stands in the gymnasium as the story circulated that the snobbish members of the forbidden sorority were to be disciplined in the presence of their peers. From the locker area, Richard and Ann led an unhappy string of "Ladies" onto the gym floor. The 15 girls were dressed only in tee shirts and panties, as their bouncing breasts and protruding nipples demonstrated. A number of chairs had been set up and, at Ann's instructions, they sat down to await their punishment, embarrassed at the presence of an audience. A scorers table had been set up in the middle of the floor and small gym mats had been draped over both ends.
"You girls have violated school rules by forming a secret society and participating in forbidden activities." Ann was addressing the 15, but the spectators, expectantly hushed, were listening to every word.
"The worst part of it all is that you treated your younger schoolmates with brutality and encouraged a snobbish attitude among the other members of your group. I think that, after our talk, almost all of you are now aware that the Ladies of the Evening organization was a big mistake. We will accept that, but you must be punished. As your names are called, kindly step forward to the table, drop your panties to the floor and bend over one of the ends. You will each receive eight strokes of the cane from Mr. Hazel and myself. If you move out of position before you are permitted, you will receive additional strokes."
Turning to the spectators, Ann reacted to the murmur caused by her announcement. "Those of you who do not wish to share this punishment had better be quiet. This discipline session is being held in the gym not only because of the large number of girls involved but because I want all of you to get the message. While the punishment is relatively mild, the pain and humiliation of it is intended to bring these young ladies down to earth. I expect that the lesson will be learned."
Turning to the embarrassed girls, Ann called up the first two who, with some hesitation, took their places over each end of the table. By agreement with Ann, Richard advanced on the teen- ager lying over the nearest end and paused a moment, cane in hand, to survey the nubile backside upended before him. Overcome by the shame of this public chastisement, the girl had begun sobbing as soon as her bare bottom cheeks were exposed so that her twin mounds quivered with anticipation as well as the effect of her emotion. Richard noted, with some delight, that the girl's bottom consisted of two perfectly formed mounds with wisps of pubic hair peeping out from the dark cleft visible between them.
Richard's reverie was interrupted by the swish of a cane and a loud yelp of pain. Ann had begun to apply the punishment to the girl at the other end of the table. As if following this cue, Richard began the job at hand. Pausing briefly between each stroke, the headmistress and her assistant applied the requisite number of strokes to the soft female rumps as the girl's howled and danced.
When the punishment was over, the girls remained in posi- tion, crying loudly, until Ann excused them and then scooped up their panties from the floor and ran from into the locker area, bouncing and jiggling in a manner that amused the spectators. As the next two girls were called to take their place, Richard moved to the other side of the table to the position which Ann had previously occupied. This time the bare bottom presented to him was larger and more voluptuous so that Richard was rewarded with the delightful bounce of the twin cheeks as the cane left its mark.
For the next several minutes, the gym was filled with the sobs and cries of the anguished young girls undergoing punishment as, two by two, they assumed their positions and felt the chas- tisement of the cane. As a further measure of humiliation, the girls were quite aware that the required posture that thrust their bare bottoms high in the air for punishment also exposed their most intimate female areas to the view of the onlookers. But as the cane bit into the tender bottom cheeks, most of them had difficulty keeping their feet from dancing about in a frantic hop or beating their toes against the gym floor in a futile effort to calm the pain.
Nearly all of the youngsters, when excused by Ann, ran from the floor of the gym, sobbing and rubbing the reddening welts of the cane crisscrossing their bare behinds. Some, more modest, attempted first to replace their panties but found their bottoms too sensitive for the stretched cotton. As a result, several girls left the floor with panties covering only the pubic area leaving their sore rumps exposed to the air which, together with their sobs and cries of distress, contributed to the amusement of the audience.
Finally, one young lady remained seated after the others, soundly chastised, had fled in shame. Cynthia Baker, the leader of the group, sat up primly, her proud breasts and erect nipples thrusting against the cotton shirt. Cynthia had not been apolo- getic in Ann's meeting. On the contrary, she considered the school's position on her sorority as quite reactionary and had said as much. Ann vowed she would find a way to bring this snobby bitch down.
"Cynthia," said Ann sweetly, "no cane for you, my dear. You have been very difficult in this situation making it hard for me to enforce the rule of the school and encouraging the others to question my authority - you have been a very stubborn child. So...you are to be punished as a naughty little girl is punished. Right here, in front of your friends, Cynthia, Mr. Hazel will give you an old fashioned spanking. We'll see if the paddle can help you understand the situation."
Cynthia blushed furiously. As Richard approached her, beckoning, she seemed frantic. "Please," she murmured to him, "don't humiliate me that way. I'll take the cane, but a spanking is too embarrassing. I'm...I'm 17 years old."
Not withstanding her protests, Richard pulled her, half dragging, to a chair in the center of the gym floor and posi- tioned her over his knees in the classic spanking posture. Cynthia small fists beat against his leg, but a resounding smack of the paddle he was holding against the girl's ample and panty clad rump soon gave her something else to think about. Pausing, Richard placed his hand in the waistband of Cynthia's panties and pulled them down to her ankles where they retarded the girl's frantic efforts to kick. The spectators became quiet as Cynthia's twin mounds were exposed and Richard began to apply the paddle to the bare cheeks.
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK, the spanks descended like the crack of a cap pistol on the bare and wiggling bottom. "Ouch...Ow...stop...Oh...Ooo...that hurts...please...no-oh." Cynthia's protests turned to howls of pain as the Richard spanked the bouncing mounds with a slow even cadence.
"Yeow...hoo, hoo...ouch, help...AIEEEK." Cynthia began to howl loudly. As much as she tried to wiggle and kick to avoid the punishment, the paddle continued to descend on her tormented and reddening cheeks. She waived her legs in the air wildly, kicking off the flimsy panties. Her shrieks and yelps of pain and her gyrating red bottom cheeks made her appear to be a little girl suffering the traditional punishment for her naughtiness. This image contrasted somewhat with the mature furry cleft which she displayed as her thighs opened.
Cynthia was blubbering loudly when Richard, at last, ended the painful and ordeal. He did not allow her to leave her humil- iating position over his lap so that, for a few moments she lay sobbing, her bare bottom cheeks red and quivering with the hot sting of the paddle - in every sense a completely subjugated young lady. Finally, Richard placed her on her feet, still bare from the waist down and spoke to her softly. "Cynthia, "it's time for your little speech of apology. Now do it well or you go back over my lap."
Cynthia stood, completely humiliated and red-faced, her blazing bottom exposed to everyone. Her hands were cupped in front of her to cover her pubic mound, although, from time to time, they rubbed at her well-spanked backside. Her friends and classmates sat silently as she began in a cracked and sobbing voice. "I...I'm sorry...what I did was wrong...[sniff]. I apologize and ask you all to forgive me."
Ann, who had retrieved the girl's panties, brought them to her. "Very well," she said, "I hope you have learned your les- son. You may leave."
When all of the girls had filed out of the gym, Richard guided Ann to the table over which the girls had been punished. Before the surprised headmistress could protest, he bent her over the end and, pulling up her skirt, yanked her panties down to floor. Freeing his hard and throbbing cock, he thrust it up against Ann's cunt and was pleased to discover that she had become soaking wet during the evening's proceedings. With a murmur of delight, he slid his rigid maleness between the headmistress's moist pussy lips. Again the gym resounded with feminine noises, but this time there were no tears.

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, assist- ant to the headmistress of Greenwich, and the school disciplinar- ian, spent Saturday afternoon in his private study marking pa- pers. This was not the office which he generally occupied, but the room used for punishment. Of course, there were no disci- pline 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 beauti- ful 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 14 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 40s, but she looked 25. 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 sever- al 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, Rich- ard applied pressure to the small of Lynne's back to hold the squirming girl in place. He paused as he contemplated the wig- gling backside still covered by the panties.
Glancing at Lynne's mother, he became aware of her delight- ful 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 humilia- tion 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 teenag- er stepped out of her panties and stuffed them into her 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 di- vorced. 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 pos- ture. "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 area. Then he applied a flurry of strokes, each leaving its stinging mark on the punishment place.
"Oooch...yeow." Evelyn emitted a yelp of pain after each smack but, unlike her daughter, seemed to be deriving more satis- faction 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.

Following parents' weekend, Richard Hazel, the assistant to the head of Greenwich Academy, and the school disciplinarian, spent a lot of his time dealing with the aftermath of the visit by Evelyn Colewell, mother of Lynne Colewell. Since the episode, which had culminated in the spanking of the lovely Mrs. Colewell as well as the best blowjob Richard could remember, the image of the elegant and sensual divorcee had intruded constantly into his thoughts.
From time to time, when he passed Lynne Colewell on the campus of the elite girls' school he smiled at her in the indi- rect manner which he reserved for girls whose bare bottoms he had punished. This gave them the option of acknowledging him or, if lingering embarrassment prevented that, of ignoring him.
However, he was amazed at the enthusiasm with which Lynne greeted him at each meeting as well as the number of coincidental encounters he was having with the teenager as he went about his campus activities. Finally, Richard was advised by a secretary that Lynne Colewell had requested an early morning appointment for tutorial assistance in creative writing, one of the subjects for which Richard was on call to help students encountering difficulties.
Richard's tutorial duties were performed in his "regular" office, as distinguished from the disciplinary office. This served to help separate his image as a teacher from the painful memories which some of the students may have as a result of a spanking. Lynne came to that office at the appointed time for her tutorial session.
"Good evening, Lynne," Richard said as the girl entered, "sit down over here and let's see what kind of trouble you're having."
"Sure, Richard, I'm glad that you had the time to see me."
The fact that she had called him Richard rather than Mr. Hazel was noted immediately, but Richard elected to overlook it. Instead, he began to review the file of essays that Lynne had written for her creative writing teacher. Most of them had received grades of B with some in the C and C+ range. Finally, he put them down and looked at the teenager with surprise.
"Why did you come here. These papers are fairly good. Perhaps your grammar needs some work, but you seem to be doing reasonable well. You certainly don't need special assistance."
"I guess I could use help to improve," she said, "but I admit that's not the main reason I came to see you." Lynne paused a moment, smiling at Richard slyly. "Well," she said, "no sense beating around the bush. What I want to know is what is going on between you and my mother?"
Richard, normally not shocked by comments from the students, was stunned into silence for a few moments by Lynne's outrageous remark. Observing his reaction with undisguised amusement the teenager continued. "Look, Richard, I know you gave her a few smacks on the bottom. She was almost as uncomfortable sitting as I was, and I know my dear mother gets really worked up by that sort of thing. Frankly, honey, you got me pretty hot and both- ered too. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm 15 years old as of last week and I think I'm old enough to have some fun and, Richard, I like you."
When he finally found his voice, Richard could not decide whether to be angry or amused. He decided to keep the conversa- tion on a dignified level. "I can't believe you're talking like this. What you suggest is absolutely impossible and what, if anything, your mother and I said - or did- well, that is none of your business."
Lynne's face became that of a spiteful child as she made no secret of her disappointment with Richard's reaction. "Look here," she said, "if you don't cooperate with me I'm going to tell the head about you and mom. I'm also going to tell her that you did it to me. I'm no virgin, sweetie, so it's just going to be your word against mine and, boy, will mom be pissed." She paused to watch Richard's face but perceived no reaction. "Why don't you think it over today," she said with a more pleasant tone. "You have an apartment in Faculty House and they all have separate entrances. I'll sneak out of the dorm tonight at 11:00 and come there. You won't be sorry - I'll make sure you have a good time."
When Lynne had gone Richard remained sitting for nearly half an hour pondering the situation and the dilemma into which the scheming girl had placed him. Finally, he left his office, having decided what he would do.
Some time after 11:00 PM that night, a tiny knock at Richard's door indicated the arrival of this teenage visitor. He admitted her into the living room of the small but comfortable furnished apartment which he maintained in the faculty housing facility at Greenwich. Lynne was attired in a robe and slippers and she darted inside, excited at the prospect of her escapade with Richard.
She kissed him quickly on the lips, before he could say anything, and stepped out of the robe. Beneath it, she was wearing a sheer and apparently expensive nightgown. "This was one of my mother's," she said, "I know it's corny but why not...I don't want you to miss anything. You can pretend you're with her if you like."
It was apparent that Lynne was completely nude under the nightgown and that she had a magnificent figure notwithstanding pink nipples that had stiffened and were pushing against the gar- ment. Richard was already aware that the teenager had a mature and fascinating bottom, but the dark patch of pubic hair, seen through the sheer nightie, made the child appear much more of a woman that their last meeting would have suggested.
"I'm sorry that you came here," Richard said. "I had hoped that you would have thought better of your earlier comments and, if so, I was prepared to forget the whole thing and chalk it off to a teenage hysteria. Now, I'm afraid you're in real trouble."
Lynne bristled angrily. "I'll show you who's in real trou- ble. In about 10 seconds, I'm going outside to start screaming rape. We'll see what happens when Ms. Henderson come over here and hears my story."
At that moment, the door to Richard's bedroom opened and Ann Henderson, the beautiful headmistress of Greenwich Academy, stepped into the room. "Tell me, Lynne, just what is your story," she said smiling at the girl's expression of absolute shock.
For several seconds, there was no sound in the room. Lynne was frozen in surprise at the appearance of the imperious head- mistress, who walked slowly toward the teenager carrying a long black leather paddle, shaped like an oversized spatula, in one hand and softly slapping it into the palm of the other. The sight of this cruel instrument was enough to break through Lynne's paralysis. "Oh, Ms. Henderson, gosh...I mean, I'm glad you're here. Mr. Hazel made me come over here. He threatened me and..."
"Cut it out, Lynne," Ann Henderson snapped, "I've had re- ports on you and your activities all day. Since your first visit to Mr. Hazel this morning. He came to tell me about it as soon as you left him. If you wish to persist with this nonsense, of course, it will be necessary for me to notify the authorities and you can tell your story to them. Naturally, they will require your written statement and they will check..."
"Alright," Lynne interrupted, "forget it...I can't win. I'm going back to my room." The girl started to pick up the robe, now very much aware of her near nudity.
"At the moment you're staying right where you are. You can't expect to pull a stunt like this and not suffer the conse- quences."
Lynne eyed the paddle with trepidation, "Don't you touch me," she said, "I'm going to call my mother and she'll get me out of here."
Ann had been waiting for that reaction. "I've already called your mother, my dear. She was very angry about your conduct and felt that Mr. Hazel had not punished you enough the last time. She suggested we reinforce the lesson so that you will not forget it so soon. And that, Lynne, is what we are going to do...right now."
The frightened girl began backing away from Ann but, holding her firmly by the arm, the headmistress dragged the protesting teenager toward a large sofa. With Richard's help, the strug- gling girl was placed over the padded back so that her head was nearly touching the seat cushions and her feet kicked impotently against the back. Deftly, Richard tied her hands together with the sash of her robe so that Lynne could only use her hand to maintain her balance. Reaching down, Ann lifted the girl's nightgown and arranged it about her waist. The result was to frame the teenagers bare backside and legs, upended and exposed for punishment.
Even before Ann smacked the soft twin mounds with the pad- dle, Lynne was loudly protesting the humiliation of her position. Now, the sounds of pain were added as smack after smack landed on her bare bottom cheeks and her cries mingled with the awesome sound of the paddle as it slapped against its sensitive and wiggling target. "Yeow...[SMACK]. Ouch...[SMACK]...WOWOO...[SMACK]"
Lynne's nearly nude frame, upended over the sofa, was con- trolled very easily by a slight pressure on the small of her back from Ann's left hand while, with her right, the headmistress was vigorously spanking the naughty girl's bare nates. Lynne kicked her legs wildly in a effort avoid the stinging torment but suc- ceeded only in frustrating herself and convincing Ann and Richard of the effectiveness of the punishment.
"Oh...please...oh, it hurts...stop...eeekk...oh...please, no more...yeeeeiiik." The teenager's shrieks gave further testimony to the painful impact of the paddle each time it smacked against her smarting posterior. Ann was really putting her full strength into every stroke so that the paddle seemed to compress Lynne's quivering cheeks at each stroke before leaving an angry red weal.
The two administrators were also obtaining satisfaction from the dark crimson hue of the girl's bottom which contrasted with the white of her thighs. Between her thighs, the pink and furry thatch of a mature pussy presented a delightful exhibition to Richard as the teenager writhed under Ann's punishing hand.
When, at last, the girl's howls became the hysterical blub- bering of a well-spanked little girl, and her red cheeks were beginning to show signs of bruising, Richard persuaded Ann to stop and allow Lynne's backside to cool. For several minutes, the humiliated and punished student cried loudly, her smarting bottom still waving high in the air and her feet still drumming against the back of the sofa. After giving the girl an opportu- nity to calm down, Ann produced some lotion from her handbag and, pouring some of the creamy drops in her palm, applied it very gently to Lynne's hot cheeks. Slowly, the teenager's sobs de- creased and soft moans took their place as the soothing lotion began to take reduce the sting in the tender bottom.
Richard untied the girl's hands. Gingerly, she raised herself to her feet, dancing around the sofa and fanning her hot backside with her hands. Ann seated herself on the sofa and invited Lynne to lie across her lap. After a moment's hesita- tion, and with an embarrassed look at Richard, she allowed her- self to be put over Ann's knees where she began, again, to cry as the headmistress continued to apply soothing lotion. "I think," said Ann, "that after a good cry, this young lady will want to apologize for her conduct and begin to realize that she is not quite grown up yet."
As he watched Lynne's lovely bottom wriggling sensuously under Ann's tender ministrations, Richard silently wondered whether she wasn't grown up enough for many things.

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