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Yao School for Disciplined Young Ladies #1 - A New Student by Demosthenes -
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   Miss Cara Firelli stepped lightly out of her mother's car, blowing a
quick kiss goodbye as she drove off, and took her first look at her new
school.  The Yao School for Disciplined Young Ladies was a large building
that would not have looked out of place in 19th century Britain.  It did,
however, look quite out of place in 2002 Boston, Massachusetts.  The
building was large and dark and seemed to cast an aura of gloom even in the
bright sun.
   Cara was not going to this school as a reward.  Indeed, her grades in
public school were so bad that her parents decided "a stiffer school" was
needed.  Cara had seen the brochures about this place.  She was not looking
forward to what the little booklet had described as "effective punishment,
whenever needed."
   She walked slowly up the steps to the big main doors, thought perhaps to
knock, but opened them and entered.
   The interior of the school was slightly more inviting then the exterior.
Hardwood floors shone in the light from wall sconces mounted on the dark
green walls.
   "Welcome, Miss Firelli," said the small woman Cara had not noticed. 
Cara jumped.  "How do you know my name?" she asked.  The woman smiled, but
there was no mirth in it.  "I was given a photograph of you.  And your
grades at your previous school.  I do hope you will try to do better here."
"Um, thank you," said Cara.  She felt a little unnerved by this woman.  She
was middle-aged, and the skin looked tight on her face.  She did not smile.
   The woman handed Cara a small book.  The title, Rules and Regulations of
the Yao School, was printed in neat gold letters on the cover.  "Read it
thoroughly, now.  You must know it by heart," said the woman.  "And by the
way, Y-a-o is pronounced Yow."
   This piece of information did nothing to improve the sixteen year old's
state of mind.  As the woman had spoken, she had noticed the contents of
the glass case on one side of the hallway: a neat display of paddles,
wooden hairbrushes, and switches.  Some of which looked quite well-worn.
   The woman chuckled.  "Get along to your room now, Miss.  Number 221, up
the stairs and to the right.  You'll find your class schedule there.  Read
that book quickly, or you may pay the price." She went into the room behind
her, and closed the door firmly.
   Miss Cara Firelli was definitely getting a dark feeling about this new
school.  She found room 221 easily, and was surprised to note that her name
was on the door.  She entered, and was surprised to find a somewhat Spartan
but reasonably pleasant small room.
   Cara set her bag on the bed and sat herself at the small desk.  Her
class schedule, as promised, was on her desk, and she was pleased to note
that she had been placed in some of her favorite subjects - history,
German, music.  Remembering the woman's spooky warning, she set the little
green rulebook on her desk and opened it.
   Yao School Rules and Regulations Table of Contents
   Introduction. . . . . . . . . . .I
   Basic Regulations. . . . . . . . . .III
   Academic Requirements. . . . . . . . .VI
   Conduct Regulations. . . . . . . . .IX
   Punishment. . . . . . . . . . .XIII
   Cara opened to the introduction and read,
   Introduction
   Congratulations on your acceptance at the Yao School for Disciplined
Young Ladies.  Yao is a special school specifically for special young
ladies from thirteen to eighteen who need a little more encouragement in
their studies.  As you have doubtless been already advised, encouragement
will be provided in the form of academic assistance, supplemented when
necessary by punishment.  Please see the relevant section on page XIII for
details.  You will be expected to work hard at Yao, but those who require
help will receive it.  You will also be expected to behave in a mature and
responsible manner.  You will find the regulations for conduct on page IX.
Please read this entire book and be sure you understand the contents before
attending your first class.  You may wish to carry this book with you until
you are accustomed to the rules.
   Hippolyta Kenollus Headmistress of Yao School.
   Cara was beginning to feel a little better, away from the creepy old
woman and the dark halls.  She was beginning to fell worried about the
constant references to punishment, though.  And the contents of that case
in the hall...
   She had been spanked only once in her life, and didn't look forward to
any repetitions of the experience.  Her mother had caught her smoking when
she was thirteen, and had paddled her bare bottom well enough to make Cara
cry hard.
   Realizing she had only 30 minutes before her first class of the day, she
turned the page and began reading about Basic Regulations.
   Basic Regulations
   I.  No student shall leave the building without adult supervision under
any circumstances.
   II.  Students shall wear the Yao uniform at all times.  No exceptions
shall be granted.
   III.  Students must follow the Code of Conduct (pg.  IX) at all times,
including while in private rooms and off campus.
   IV.  Students shall be on time for every class.
   The list went on in the same vein for quite a while.  Cara read the
whole list.  The final entry read,
   XXII.  Students who are being punished must suffer that punishment
passively without offering any resistance whatsoever.
   The girl felt a chill run up her spine, and quickly turned the page,
trying not to dwell on the unpleasant idea of punishment.
   The academic requirements were strict, as was the Code of Conduct.  Cara
knew she would have to study hard to meet the requirements, and she
suddenly realized that the school was doing its work already.  She was
scared and ready to do what she had to to get good grades.
   Her sense of forboding increased as she turned the page to read the
final section.
   Punishment
   Students who violate the Regulations or the Code of Conduct, or those
who are unable to keep up academically, will be punished.  Punishment may
be administered by any teacher or school official who is aware of an
infraction.  In some cases punishment may be administered in part by fellow
students; this will be covered more below.
   The following forms of punishment are employed at Yao School:
   I.  Spanking.  A thorough spanking with the open palm to the bottom.
   II.  Paddling.  A spanking administered by use of a wooden paddle.
   III.  Hairbrushing.  Similar to paddling, hairbrushing is administered
with the back of a wooden hairbrush.  Each student is presented with such
an implement and must fetch it from their rooms on request.  They may be
required to do so bare-bottomed or in the underclothes as appropriate.
   IV.  Switching.  The student is whipped with a wooden switch across the
bottom or legs.  The student may be required to leave the building and cut
their own switch in the same manner as hairbrushing.
   The Yao School does not use belts, straps, or canes.
   Punishments vary in intensity based on age and severity of the
infraction.  Students will never be punished in a manner which will cause
permanent damage, and punishment may not be to an extent sufficient to
cause blistering or bleeding.  Punishment will be administered only on the
bottom (or, in the case of switching, the legs/thighs).
   The punisher may choose which implement to use, the extent of the
punishment, and how much clothing the student will be permitted to wear. 
Students may be punished over the skirt, on the underpants, or bare
bottomed.
   Although punishment will generally be performed only by teachers, in any
occasion in which a student causes any form of harm to another student in
the course of violating the rules, that other student may be permitted to
participate in the punishment.  The extent of the peer participation will
be determined by the teacher.
   Punishment which is a result of academic failure shall be repeated each
day until the grades in question go up.  Other than in this case, students
may not be punished multiple times for the same offense.
   If you have been singled out for punishment, please keep Regulation XXII
in mind, and remember that resistance will result in an increase in the
severity of the punishment.
   The teenager was definitely scared now.  She resolved to follow the
rules to the letter, so that no one would have justification to spank her -
or switch her, which was even more terrifying.
   She glanced up at the clock.  Five till ten, and she had to be at
chemistry at ten!  She dug her book out of her still-unpacked bag and
dashed out the door.  Ten seconds later she was back, quickly stripping to
her underclothes and donning the white blouse and black skirt provided in
her closet - the uniform at Yao School.
   Cara reached chemistry with a minute to spare, out of breath but happily
on time.  The teacher, an average looking woman in her thirties, scowled at
Cara as she walked in.  But she proceeded to scowl at the next student too,
so Cara assumed she was just a little grumpy this morning.
   Recalling the Regulations from the little book, Cara chose a desk and
sat down.  (XIX.  Students shall have no assigned desk.  Students shall not
use desks for personal items.)
   She looked around curiously at the rest of the class.  Most of them
looked about her age, a few perhaps younger.  All were, of course, girls,
and many looked a little sullen.  The twenty desks were all full, except
for the one closest to the door.
   "It is time to begin, and we are one student short," snapped the
teacher. Definitely grumpy, thought Cara.
   "I note we have several new students in this class.  Misses Cabot,
Firelli, and the absent Miss Namura.  Miss Cabot, Miss Firelli, this is
your first class, is it not?"
   "It is," chorused Cara and the younger girl who sat in front of her. 
That's Somebody Cabot, thought Cara.
   "Excellent.  I do believe you will have an opportunity to witness
discipline as practiced in the Yao School.  As soon as Miss Namura deigns
to make an appearance, of course."
   As the woman spoke, the door burst open and a pretty Asian girl who
looked about 15 came rushing in.
   "Here she is now," said the teacher.  "Miss Namura, do you have an
explanation for your lateness?" she continued, sounding more nasty now.
   The girl looked a bit confused.  "Well, I was reading that book the old
woman gave me" - the teacher looked meaner at these words - "and I just
lost track of time.  But look, I'm only two minutes late." She seemed to
feel that that fact made everything all right.
   "I am sure, Miss Namura, that since you have read our rulebook you will
be familiar with Regulation IV: Students shall be on time for every class."
   "Well, yes, but it's only two minutes!"
   The older woman's face took on a predatory look.
   "Let's see," she said.  "There are nineteen other students in this
class, plus myself.  That makes twenty times two minutes, or forty.  Since
you have inconvenienced every one of us for two minutes, you shall be
punished.  Each student, as well as myself, will administer two spanks."
   Miss Namura's face wore a look of horror.  Before she could speak, the
teacher continued.  "Because this is your first spanking, you may leave
your panties on.  Bend over my desk.  Now."
   Shakily, reluctantly, the young teen walked to the desk and bent over it
at the waist.  The teacher flipped her skirt up, revealing a teenage bottom
that nicely filled her white panties.
   "Line up behind me, class," commanded the woman.  The class did so, with
an air or boredom that astounded Cara.  Nonetheless, she too got in line,
near the end.
   "Now, watch closely, new students.  You will be expected to hit hard,"
the woman said sternly.  Turning her attention to the teenager bent over
before her, she delivered two hard spanks in quick succession to the girl's
rounded teen bottom.
   Splat "Ouch!" SPLAT "OW!"
   The woman stepped away.  "Next!" she called peremptorily.  The next girl
in line stepped forward and delivered her blows, quite as hard as the
teacher.
   After the first eight girls had spanked her, Sylvia Namura was losing
control.  That awful stinging was building in her bottom with each stroke.
She tried desperately not to cry, but as the ninth girl smacked her very
hard, she broke down, and tears began to fall down her face.
   Cara was thirteenth in line, ahead of Julie Cabot, the other new
student. As she stepped to the front of the line, she looked with pity at
the fifteen year old girl bent over before her.  Sylvia was crying pretty
hard.
   "Miss Firelli, do you know how to spank?"
   "No, ma'am," she replied, hoping it wouldn't get her spanked as well.
   "Hold your hand flat, slightly cupped.  Yes, like that.  Now, hit her
bottom, in the area where she sits.  As hard as you can, mind," instructed
the teacher, whose name Cara didn't know.
   Cara lifted her hand and brought it down hard on the other girl's
bottom. It made a smack sound and jiggled a bit, and Sylvia whimpered as
she cried.  "Again!  Quickly!" snapped the teacher, and Cara obeyed, then
moved out of the way as Julie Cabot took her turn.
   Cara was surprised at how much she had enjoyed spanking Sylvia.  She
felt no particular animosity towards the girl, but she had liked the
feeling of smacking her hand down on that round bottom and seeing it
bounce. It was a somewhat disturbing feeling for the girl, enjoying hurting
another girl, but she put it aside to think about later.  The last girl was
spanking Sylvia Namura now, bringing the final tears from the girl's eyes.
   "You may stand, Miss Namura.  Class, return to your desks," ordered the
teacher.
   The class, including poor Sylvia, did as they were told, Sylvia sitting
uncomfortably on her spanked bottom.
   "I am Mistress Helreig.  I will be teaching Chemistry and Physics," she
announced matter-of-factly, pronouncing her name in the German way, so it
sounded like 'helreish'.
   She began the lesson immediately, and Cara's thoughts of spanking
disappeared as she paid careful attention to what the teacher - Mistress
Helreig - was saying.  She had no desire to be the next one over that desk.
   * * * * *
   The lesson ended, and Cara moved with the rest of the students out into
the hall.  An older girl had her arm around Sylvia's shoulders.
   "Don't worry, the next class will be better, most of the mistresses
aren't so strict on the first day," she was saying.  Cara couldn't help but
wonder how strict they were usually.  She ran back to her room and checked
her schedule.  She had music next, followed by lunch period.
   * * * * *
   Cara did well in music, during which no one was spanked, and moved on to
lunch.  According to Regulation XII from the little green book, she had to
eat everything given her.  Naturally, today's lunch was meat loaf.  Cara
hated mean loaf.  Hated it more than anything.
   She took her tray and sat down at an empty table.  God, I hate meat
loaf, she thought.  She picked unhappily at it.
   "Don't like the meat loaf, do you," came an amused voice.  It wasn't a
question.  Cara looked up to see that a girl about her age had joined her,
sitting across the table.
   "No," she replied.  "I don't."
   "Well, eat the rest first and then wolf it down.  That's what I do. 
You're new, right?"
   Cara nodded assent.  "I'm Cara Firelli."
   "Amanda Townsend." The girl spoke with a soft, pleasant Southern accent.
She proffered her hand, which Cara shook.  "This is my second year here. 
Where's your next class?"
   Cara mentally consulted her schedule.  "Social Studies."
   "Mine too.  Um, have you, um, met the SS teacher?"
   "No."
   "Well, you better be careful.  We call her the Gestapo - you know, cause
she teaches SS."
   Cara giggled.  "Is she really strict?"
   "You bet your butt she is.  She's the nastiest teacher here.  She loves
to use the hairbrush, and she does it so hard you can't sit right for days.
And then sometimes, she switches you and then spanks over the switch
marks," Amanda said.  "Um, do you mind if I ask, have you been spanked yet
here?"
   "Nogh," said Cara, eating a juicy orange.
   "You haven't been spanked?"
   Cara shook her head.
   "You will be.  The teachers get almost everyone on their first day. 
Just pray it's not ol' Himmler who gets you."
   Cara laughed.  Unfortunately, this cause orange juice to spurt from the
fruit she was biting.  Right onto her clean white shirt.  "Damn!"
   "You're in trouble now," said Amanda.  She switched to a sing-song
voice, saying "Regulation X: Students shall keep their uniforms spotless at
all times."
   "Will I be spanked for it?" quavered Cara.
   "Sure will.  I told you they'd get you today.  Just be sure it's not the
Gestapo.  Go to the laundry mistress and apologize, and she'll probably let
you off light because it's the first day."
   Cara ate the rest of her food, even the hated meat loaf, bid a hasty
goodbye to Amanda, and went off to find the laundry mistress before Social
Studies began.
   * * * * *
   The laundry mistress was, appropriately enough, in the laundry room. 
Cara's heart filled with dread, but she would rather face this woman than a
teacher known as 'Gestapo.'
   "Um, excuse me..." Cara said nervously.
   "Yes?"
   "Well, you see, I spilled orange juice on my blouse...  at lunch... 
and, I know I broke Regulation X, and I'm sorry!"
   The woman looked stern.  "All right," she said.  "Take it off, I'll give
you a clean one."
   "Oh, thank you," Cara smiled, pulling her shirt over her head.
   The laundry mistress took it and threw it into a heap of soiled laundry.
She pulled a clean, neatly folded blouse out of a stack of similar ones and
handed it to Cara.  "I didn't say I wouldn't spank you as well, child.  You
broke the rules.  Lay across my lap." She sat on a nearby stool.
   "But...  ma'am...  I have to go to Social Studies!"
   "Tosh, girl, I work fast.  Over the knees, now."
   Cara's momentary joy evaporated, but she pulled the blouse over her
head, and draped herself over the woman's knees.
   "Other way, girl.  I am right handed."
   The girl moved to the other side, feeling foolish and hoping she hadn't
made it worse.  She braced herself, tightening her bottom in the hope of
absorbing some of the blow.
   The laundry mistress quickly pulled Cara's skirt up and, to Cara's
surprise, her panties as well.  The teenager had not anticipated a bare
bottom spanking.  Without any further ado, the woman hit Cara.  Hard. 
Right on the center of her round bottom.
   Cara felt a jolt of shock through her body, and a stinging pain in her
bottom.  A cry of 'Ouch' escaped her lips.  But she did not get time to
consider these sensations in detail, as the woman followed that slap with
more just like it.
   Whap slap smack crack swack whap smack!  Cara tried to bear it
stoically, but those blows hurt!  Little yelps of pain escaped with each
and every slap.
   The spanking continued mercilessly, the sound of hand against flesh and
whimpering filling the room and echoing, so it seemed many girls were being
spanked instead of one.
   The pain, and an uncomfortable heat, mounted in Cara's tender sixteen
year old bottom until she couldn't stand any more, and she began to cry. 
The tempo of the spanking did not change, if anything, it got worse.  By
the twenty-five-spank mark, Cara was really starting to sob, and the
laundry mistress was noting that the girl's lovely bottom was reddening
nicely.
   "Just ten more, dear," whispered the laundry mistress.
   Those ten spanks hurt.  Cara was crying quite hard by the end.  She had
never realized how much a simple hand-spanking could hurt, and was now
dreading even more being paddled or switched.
   "Stand up and face me," ordered Cara's tormentor.
   She did as she was told.  Her skirt fell back down, to her relief, but
her underwear was still around her ankles.  Then, to her astonishment and
embarrassment, the laundry mistress lifted Cara's skirt.  She moved her
hands to cover her vagina, far too late.
   "Silly girl.  Turn around, it's your bottom I want to examine."
   Cara did as she was told, still embarrassed and still crying a bit.
   "Yes, I did a good job on you." The woman's voice sounded pleased.  "You
may dress, girl, and go to your class.  If you are late, tell the Gestapo
you were being punished."
   The girl spun around, pulling up her white underpants, to stare in
amazement at the older woman, who laughed at the fear and surprise on
Cara's face.
   "Of course I know she's called that.  I was a student here, years ago.
The Gestapo is ancient.  Run along now."
   * * * * *
   Cara survived Social Studies, although she was three minutes late.  The
Gestapo did indeed threaten to spank her, but the rules of Yao School would
not allow her to spank Cara for lateness caused by previous punishment.
   So she sat though SS on a painfully sore bottom, shifting her weight and
trying to get comfortable.
   * * * * *
   The girl passed through the rest of the day without suffering another
spanking.  She spent dinner chatting pleasantly with Amanda Townsend, her
new friend, who accompanied Cara back to her room.
   "Cara, if you want I have some lotion I can put on your bottom that will
make it feel better," offered Amanda.
   "Oh, that would be great.  It stings and hurts, whenever I sit down."
   "I know what you mean.  Stay here, I'll go get it."
   Cara waited on her bed until Amanda returned, brandishing a small
bottle. "O.K.," she said.  "Lay on your front on the bed and I'll put it on
for you."
   She sat down on the edge of the bed as Cara complied.  Then Amanda
pulled her friend's skirt up and panties down to expose her light red
bottom.
   "Ooh, boy.  She smacked you good," whistled Amanda.  She opened the
bottle and squeezed some cool white lotion onto her fingers, which she
proceeded to spread gently over the skin of her friend's naked, sore
bottom. Cara sighed.  The lotion was helping her bottom feel better.
   "You'll get worse before long," she said.
   "That's comforting," replied Cara, with rather a lot of sarcasm.
   "Yep.  Wait till you feel the switch on your legs.  Can't sit for hours,
and it stings like hell."
   Cara chose to let that unhappy thought pass.  "My bottom feels much
better now, Amanda.  Thank you," she whispered fervently.
   "Anytime.  Listen, I've got to go and study, so I'll see you tomorrow.
Pull you panties up in a few minutes when it dries, OK?  Good night," said
Amanda briskly, and she left.
   Cara waited, and then pulled her underwear back up.  But not before her
fingers had strayed a bit, and found somewhere nice to play for a few
minutes.
   * * * * *
   The story of Cara, her friend Amanda, and their fellow students at Yao
School, will be continued...
  
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