{ASSTR 19 Unruly Julie Duly Punished, by Big Billie.} F/f, spank, 
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Unruly Julie Duly Punished

Or

The Arse of a Smart Arse Smarts


A Sally Trubshawe-Henderson Story

By Big Billie


(c) Big Billie 2005. Not to be distributed or sold for monetary 
gain.

Author's Note: Big Billie is opposed to spanking except for 
consenting adults. However, spanking sexually excites him, so he 
writes about it.


As I have told you before, dear reader, it is one of my 
disciplinary principles that girls with hairy pussies get slapped 
sharper than girls with smooth ones, and that as the pussy gets 
hairier and hairier, so it gets slapped sharper and sharper. Now, 
on this matter, there was once a young lady who fooled me 
beautifully.  I have noticed, over the years, that most girls start 
sprouting pubic hair at the age of about 13.  For a lot of them the 
long vacation between their second and third years at secondary 
school (what are now called years eight and nine) is critical.  I 
always find the third year's first gym lesson in September a most 
interesting experience.  On average I should say that about 20 per 
cent or more of the girls first sprout noticeable quantities of 
pubic and armpit hair in the summer prior to that lesson.  All 
this, as you will appreciate, I note with care, precision, and 
great relish.  And the hairy ones don't half catch it at subsequent 
chastisements!  Wow, but do I make them pay for being so saucy, 
brazen and indelicate as to develop from smooth, bare skinned 
little girls into big, lusty, hairy, sexy ladies!

There was once a big, blonde, well-built third-former called Julie 
Archer who had returned to school after the summer with her pussy 
and armpits as smooth and hairless as a billiard ball.  I was 
faintly surprised and mildly miffed at this, since Julie was one of 
the older girls in her year, and several of her peer group who were 
younger, less tall, and less developed physically in the boobs and 
bum department, had sprouted lovely clumps of minge fur.  Julie was 
rather a naughty girl, a real live wire, and as a result she took 
the slipper fairly frequently.  That term she was spanked on no 
less than five occasions in the period up until early December.  
But in view of her lack of pubic and armpit hair she only got 6 
swots instead of the maximum of 8 for a third year.  And the slaps 
were applied, if not with tenderness, at least with a certain lack 
of bite and edge.  In other words, I smacked her bottom like a 
naughty little girl.  I did not slipper her hard, and she evaded 
the usual sharp comeuppance for being a stroppy, unruly and 
rebellious teenaged madam.

Then the awful truth hit me.  On the night before every gym lesson 
Julie was shaving her armpits and her pussy.  Even worse, she was 
doing this in the dormitory and in front of the other girls.  She 
was boasting about how lightly she was getting off, and teasing her 
classmates mercilessly about the sharpness of their slipperings.  
And the other girls could do nothing about it.  I had seen their 
hairiness, and they knew that it would be immediately obvious to me 
if they shaved it off now.  Worst of all, Julie was bragging to all 
and sundry about how she had duped and suckered me.

Ouch!  I was furious with myself.  I had been really caught 
napping!  The wool had been pulled over my eyes good and proper, 
and I felt a complete fool!  How could I have been so stupid!  All 
the girls were laughing at me behind my back and Julie, despite her 
taunting of her fellow students, had emerged as a celebrated folk 
heroine.  In sharp contrast, I had been shown up as a 100 per cent, 
gold plated twat!  But what could I do about it?  My practice of 
slapping hairy pussies harder than hairless ones was well known 
among the girls.  But, on the other hand, it was not a rule, and it 
had no locus standi in the official disciplinary procedures of the 
school.  For all the sharpness with which it was felt across the 
buttocks of my victims, it was no more than a sexy idea in my own 
mind, and was only ever articulated and put into words as a private 
little joke between my husband Dave and me.  And, in any case, what 
had Julie done that was wrong?  If she wanted to shave the hairs 
off her pussy and her armpits, she had a perfect right to do so.

If there is one thing that I really hate, dear reader, it is being 
caught with my knickers down and getting metaphorically shafted.  I 
loathe being deceived or duped, and I always crave revenge on my 
tormentors.  And in most instances when it happens I have some 
grounds for getting my own back.  In the famous case of Harriet 
described elsewhere, for example, she was clearly being insolent, 
and could legitimately be chastised for it.  But Julie had broken 
no rule, and looked set to get off Scot-free.

However, there is one supreme skill that I have learned over my 
years in teaching.  I paraphrase Kipling:

 "They may rag me low and dirty with clever tricks from Hades;
 But I've learnt to sweat my temper, and I've learnt to sweat my 
ladies!"

So "Right, Miss Archer," I thought to myself.  "This is off the 
record, but you will pay for that!  Before your fingers come off 
your toes from your next slippering, you will have received a very 
sharp and sexy lesson!  And there will also be a lot more lessons 
after that as well!"

Then I received the perfect Christmas present.  At the last gym 
class of term Julie was down to take the rap again, the only girl 
in her form to have been booked.  Blissfully ignorant that I had 
sussed out her little game, she bent over, apprehensive but quietly 
confident that her whacking would not be all that bad.  The four 
preparatory tail flicks that I gave her were intended to lull her 
into a false sense of security, and in this they succeeded.  They 
were not hard.  If anything they were less sharp than usual, almost 
playful, and Julie must have thought that, in a spirit of seasonal 
good will, I was about to go easy on her for Christmas.

But then came the sting in the tail  - and what a deliciously sexy 
sting it was too!  I lined up my slipper onto Julie's newly shaved 
cunt meat, drew back my arm and pondered for a few seconds on the 
embarrassing and humiliating victory that that she had scored over 
me.  I felt the anger rising inside me, and I pulled back my arm as 
far as it would go to get a good swing at the target.

Then I gazed down at Julie's bottom.  She had recently had a 
birthday, so she was just 14.  But for a girl of her age she was 
beautifully developed, with lovely long, nubile thighs and a big, 
sexy, meaty bum, tightly encased and gripped by a pair of figure 
hugging gym knickers that were rather too small for her.  As I 
pondered just how pert and cheeky Julie's bum was, it made me even 
angrier.  "Why, you saucy young madam", I mused.  "I'll wipe that 
smirk off your face.  I'll slam those cheeky young buttocks!  I'll 
redden your bare, shaved cunt meat for you!  I'll make it too sore 
to be shaved again for a while!  I'll make you so tender that you 
will be sleeping on you tummy tonight! And I pushed the broad, flat 
sole of my slipper to the plump, meaty strip of Julie's arse that 
lay between her pussy and her bum hole. Wow! I thought. Just around 
there your are gorgeous, deliciously fruity and juicy and 
beautifully smackable" 

Then, as my rage and frustration reached a climax, I let my victim 
have it, slap onto the succulent pussy meat just above her thighs. 
_Whack!!!_  Wow, but she felt that one!  A sharp, high-pitched 
crack re-echoed around the gym hall.  It was so loud and sudden 
that it made my heart jump into my mouth, and sent one of those 
deliciously sexy little shivers tingling all the way down my spine.  
Julie was wearing skimpy gym shorts, but she had been caught 
metaphorically with her knickers down.  She had not been expecting 
anything as sharp or as sexy as that, and she gave out a gasping 
cry, "Aw!", that re-echoed around the rafters of the gym.

I watched entranced as Julie's bottom wobbled and shuddered at the 
force of the blow.  Then I waited a few seconds to give the bum 
time to tingle and sizzle.  When it did so, Julie began to let out 
a continuous series of low cries of distress:  "Oh!  Ooh!! 
Ooooh!!!"  _Whack!!!_  The second slap was every bit as sharp.  It 
landed, as it traditionally does, straight across the plump, sexy 
pussy meat again.  "Aaagh!!!"  Although the element of surprise had 
now been lost, Julie seemed to find this second spank every bit as 
distressing as the first one, and she joined in with the 
proceedings, giving an involuntary and saucy running commentary of 
her own.  "Oh, God!  That stings!  That really, really 
sti......ngs!!!"

_Whack!!!_  My third slap cut across Julie's comments, and was 
followed by spanks 4, 5 and 6.  These, again as is traditional, 
landed higher up the bum onto meat that thus far had been 
unchastised.  Even so, I could tell from the crack on impact and 
the provocative quivering of the buttocks after each swot that they 
carried a real sizzle and tingle.  Meanwhile, the newly shaved quim 
had enjoyed a slight respite.  But not for long!

_Crack!!!!_  Shudder, sting, pause, tingle....  (Wait for it!)  
_Crack!!!!!!_  Both slaps were just above the back of the pussy 
again, between quim and bum hole, and into them I put all my pent 
up rage and frustration at the way that Julie had fooled me.  Yes, 
they were really malicious, vindictive and spiteful ones!  It was 
the first time that Julie had ever taken 8 of the best instead of 
6, and the incremental effect of the two extra smacks had a 
dramatic and interesting effect.  The girls are always under strict 
instructions to remain in position until told to rise.  But on this 
occasion that eighth wallop was too much for the victim.  She leapt 
to her feet and hopped and danced around the floor, rubbing her 
buttocks vigorously, and continuing with her comments: "Oh, that 
stings!  Oh, my bottom!  Oh, that really, really stings!"  I 
suppose I should have disciplined the victim for breaking ranks and 
breaching orders.  But in the circumstances I exercised discretion 
and let it pass!

As soon as the first slap had landed on Julie's bottom, the rest of 
the class had been shocked into a silent, almost catatonic state.  
In the showers, they gazed entranced and mesmerised at her red, 
tingling bottom.  Then some of the bolder girls started to pass 
comments.  "Wow, I bet that stings!" giggled one of them, managing 
to sound sympathetic, shocked and very amused all at the same time.  
"It looks like your little game has been rumbled!" grinned someone 
else, with a note of triumph in her voice.  Then I left the girls 
to their own devices, knowing that my presence would impede the 
free flow of banter that I dearly wanted Julie to be subjected to.

During the next few years I slippered Julie on a large number of 
occasions.  I never forgot how she had tricked me, and I made sure 
that she paid for it many times over.  I also got word back from 
her classmates, most of whom were delighted that the boot was now 
on the other foot, and that _they_ could tease _her_ for being 
spanked harder than _them_.  They ribbed her mercilessly, and on 
every possible occasion I gave them plenty of ammunition with which 
to do so.

By the time she reached the fifth form Julie was a beautiful, big, 
gorgeous, strapping blonde with a stunning figure.  I do not think 
that I have ever slapped a sexier bottom, but slap it I did, often 
and _very_ hard!  Every time she took the pump I made her pay, not 
only for her immediate offence, but also for her girlish prank when 
she had had the presumption to make a fool of me.  At the time she 
had showed me no respect at all.  She had insouciantly assumed that 
her exploit was a harmless bit of fun and of little consequence.  
In short, she had thought that she could take the piss out of me 
and get away with it.  But by the time I had finished rattling her 
big, meaty arse for her she had quite a different understanding, 
and so did her classmates.  For my saucy revenge had another good 
effect.  It showed all concerned that when it came to school 
discipline _I_ was in charge, and that if young ladies tried to 
mock me or make me look a fool, then I would have the last laugh, 
the final sexy snigger, and it would be at their expense!

What was sexiest of all, however, and completed my triumph, was 
that Julie herself accepted that she had been caught out, and that 
further attempts to fool me or to remind me of my discomfiture were 
ill-advised.  In the showers when she returned from vacation after 
she had been spanked I noticed that Julie was sporting three 
inviting clumps of hair, one on her pussy and the other two under 
her armpits.  As is usually the case, these clumps were darker than 
the blonde hair on Julie's head.  Mousey, I think, is the best work 
to describe their colouration, and they stood out in fetching 
contrast to the white skin from which they grew.  To the best of my 
knowledge, Julie never shaved her pubic hair again.  Indeed, 
apparently fearful of incurring my wrath, she did not even dare, as 
far as I could tell, to trim her minge for the wearing of revealing 
modern swimsuits and bikinis.  I remember seeing Julie in the 
showers just before she left the school as a big, strapping sixth 
former.  By then, like all other sixth formers, Julie had 
progressed beyond the stage when she got herself routinely spanked. 
"What a pity" I mused to myself as I lasciviously eyed her up. 
"That young lady has one of the hairiest pussies, and one of the 
most spankable bottoms, I have ever seen." These attributes, 
together with Julie's stunning and pulchritudinous figure and her 
fresh, pretty young face, made her one of the sexiest nude ladies 
that it has ever been my pleasure to ogle.

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