From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Phoenix Girl's School M/ff Date: 22 Jun 1996 01:39:04 GMT This story involves spanking and teenage girls if that doesn’t interest you or you are under eighteen, please don’t read. This story is fictional. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- PHOENIX GIRL’S SCHOOL -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- On the out skirts of Phoenix as you go North towards the Grand Canyon on the I-17 freeway if you look carefully at the right time you will notice on your left in the distance a small compound of buildings near the base of one of the mountains. Were you to get off the freeway and make your way to the compound you would find a gate blocking your entrance with a guard and high walls surrounding the area. You might be further interested to note that there are no signs indicating the purpose of the facility. If you were to inquire of the guard you would be told some fanciful story and sent on your way, continued questions of the guard would be met with silence and finally the guard would politely suggest that contacting the police might be necessary to help you find your way back on your journey. Since I am responsible for security and other duties and I designed the systems I am confident of what I just described. And what is this mysterious facility you ask? Well, it’s a school, but not just any school, it is a private school that caters only to a very specific problem for families with a substantial ability to pay our exorbitant fees that allow me to enjoy an income that might be otherwise not be available to me. But allow me to explain and introduce myself, My Name is Mark Robbins and as I said earlier I am in charge of security, my other duties involve discipline with in our facility, and as I go on I’m sure my role will become more clear. Our school caters to the families of young ladies that have gotten themselves in trouble, you will note that I said our clients are the families and not the young ladies, the guests as we call them are not expected to like or enjoy their experience here and indeed if they were satisfied then in all likelihood we would not be doing our jobs to the extent required. Most of our referrals come from a few select high priced lawyers across the country that specialize or work extensively in juvenile problems. The girls have usually gotten them selves into trouble over an extended period of time, and by the time they come to our attention they have been sentenced to a lengthy term in a juvenile facility. The offenses run the gamut from stealing and shoplifting to auto theft, drugs and even holdups and other things that, even after years in the business, still surprise me when I see the young, seemingly innocent faces of the girls when they arrive at our school. Suffice it to say, none of them are here for singing too loud in Sunday School. The usual method is for the lawyer to first talk to the judge about our program and, if the judge agrees to allow the juvenile to attend our school, a few days after the girl begins serving her sentence and is tasting the horrors of the system she and her parents are presented with the option for the first time. The girls are usually desperate to get out of the lockup, having found it to be far less suitable that their wealthy parent’s homes and soon agree to our program though it seems no matter how hard we try and explain how strict we are and what disciplinary measures we take there is always a major adjustment period upon arrival, but more on that later. The parents are usually so happy to get their kids out of “jail” and off to a camp and avoid the embarrassment in their social circles that the look of shock when they hear our fee schedule soon fades away. If all agree, the parents are not allowed to bring the child to our facility themselves. Within twenty four hours of the paper work being completed (and of course our fee paid in advance for six months) A female representative from our school signs the new guest out of the facility holding her and takes her directly to the airport and onto the plane for a trip to Arizona. These representatives ( or guides as we call them) are often ex-police women and with one look at them and their aggressive, no nonsense attitude most girls go meekly with out comment or resistance. The girls are not encouraged to talk until they arrive at the facility and only the most basic conversations take place during the trip. This serves to raise the anxiety level of the girl and make the first words spoken to her more special and likely to get and keep her attention. I said earlier that most girls go along quietly when there are taken to the plane, several weeks ago one of our new charges didn’t and with her I will start telling you about how our school works with her story. Joyce Dewitt was a typical enough young lady in most respects, her father was a wealthy lawyer in Southern California, and she had received insufficient supervision as she grew up the oldest of three girls. She was constantly in and out of trouble. She was fifteen when she arrived to stay with us. She had been on probation for breaking into a house and a multitude of other offenses, when she and a few friends decided to steal a car and while drunk they had run the car into a parked police car causing some injury to the police officer and a major scandal in her community. ( you might have read about it in the paper a few months ago) The judge reviewing her extensive juvenile history decided that removal from her family and two years in a juvenile ward was the answer, Her Father’s lawyer a friend of the judges was able to get him to agree to the alternative of our program. As is often the case Joyce and her parents warmed to the idea of her not being in jail and instead at an exclusive school, (sounds so much better at the tennis club you know) Joyce was difficult on the trip and had tried to get away from her “guide” and had to be restrained with force, a not very promising start I thought to my self as I listened to Ms. Stuart ( The Guide) report in my office. Where is she now ? I asked. Young Ms. Dewitt is in processing right now then she will be assigned to the Adams cottage was the answer from the very formal and rigid Ms. Stuart looking much like a recruiting poster for the Female Marine Corps. Well, after she’s through the processing phase, bring her up here, I suppose now is as good a time as any for the young lady to discover a new set of facts about her life. “Yes sir” snapped Ms. Stuart doing an about face that would have snapped lesser legs with the sharp turn. An hour later there was a knock at my door and Ms. Stuart and the new girl Joyce entered the room, and stood before me at my desk as I began my introduction tailored to her specific situation. Joyce had been given the school uniform that they were supposed to wear in their cottages. A simple white cotton dress that was devoid of any frills or sense of style and barely reached her knees, it was the beginning uniform that would give way to more acceptable clothing as the privilege was earned. “Joyce I want to welcome you to our home” I said, “by now you’ve read the rules and have signed paper work indicating that you understand these rules, do you have any questions?” “Naw No questions” she said in a tone that conveyed all the contempt she was able to muster and project a “too kewl for you” attitude. She had her arms crossed and was putting all of her weight on one leg in a defiant pose. I decided that rather than slowly lead into things and make her understand what was happening I would be better served to shock this little hardcase and get her attention right off the bat. “Fine Joyce then if you will, bend over that small desk” I said pointing at the small punishment desk to my right and raise the back of your dress above your waist. “WHAT, What did you say, I will not” she nearly shouted starting to back away from me until she felt Ms. Stuart’s hand on her arm. “You can’t You have no right What did I do?” Joyce I said in my most patient voice, “I can and I have every right you and your parents have given me all the permission I need and as to what you did, you failed to cooperate with Ms. Stuart on the way out here and failure to do as you are told by any member of this staff will always result in a very firm punishment. And for you right now that means a paddling.” Joyce continued to look at me with defiance giving away to confusion and fright. “I’ve never, I mean I don’t get spanked, I’ve never been spanked, Can’t we talk about this? You can’t spank me. You just can’t.” “Joyce I assure you I can and I am going to, Now please don’t make this any harder on yourself.” With that Ms. Stuart began gently leading Joyce towards the desk, she went willingly but slowly still trying to absorb what was happening to her. As she went toward the desk she looked back at me over her shoulder, I noticed a small tear in he corner of one of her green eyes, she was a very attractive young lady of about 5’2” slim and budding in all the right places for a woman of her age. I was pleased to see the tear not because I feel pleasure in others unhappiness, but I considered it a beginning and healthy partial shedding of a poor attitude. Standing before the desk, at Ms. Stuart’s instructions Joyce began fumbling and trying to delay, she backed away from the desk only to be pushed back into place firmly. Ms. Stuart said, in a authoritarian voice “You bend over the desk now Joyce.” Joyce slowly bent over and as she did Ms. Stuart raised the back of her dress up and laid it on her back. Picking up the paddle a thin polished piece of wood that had a good handle and was lovingly polished to a dark mahogany color. It was about a foot long not counting the handle and four inches wide, all in all a most effective tool for the purpose it was designed. I went to the right of Joyce and placed a hand on her back and with a warning to hold still I gave her a medium swat to see how she would react. OHH came a squeal not so hard. I looked at the perfectly shaped pert young bottom that was before me clad only in a tight pair of thin regulation panties and had to push some very unauthorized thoughts from my head before proceeding. The second swat was harder by design and Joyce gripped the ends of the desk and held on firmly, the third and fourth swats of the paddle began to build a sting and I sensed her weakening resolve as she raised her back slightly with the fourth swat. SWAT SWAT SWAT three times I brought the paddle down as hard as I ever do in this situation and in rapid fire sequence. Joyce yelped and stood up straight putting her hands on the seat of her panties she turned and looked at me with pleading eyes through tears that were now running down her face, Please no more I’m sorry I won’t cause any more problems I promise she pleaded. Joyce I said firmly, bend back over the desk, we have nothing to discuss until your punishment is over, the only thing that will result in more delay is the removal of your panties and more swats being added to your punishment. She looked at me for a few seconds and I watched as the defiant young lady that had a few minutes ago stood before me, accepted defeat and with shoulders slumped in resignation she turned back to the desk, and was now sobbing softly as she bent back over to take her paddling. For a young lady that had never been spanked she took her punishment very well, it seems that most of the girls that come through here are strong willed and determined people and that trait is part of what has gotten them in trouble. Joyce used this will to see her through the paddling. SWAT SWAT SWAT the paddle bounced off her bottom as she clinched and released the tension in her butt cheeks to help manage the discomfort during the spanking. She was soon crying freely and I watched as her shoulders rose and fell in shudders every time the paddle landed. It was now possible to see red color through the thin panties that had been issued her during the in processing. I waited a few seconds after the 10th swat of the paddle and then began asking her questions between swats, this is designed to ensure that the new charge is communicating and doesn’t try any silence protests . “Will you listen when you are told to do something from now on?” SWAT SWAT “I didn’t hear your answer” SWAT “Yes Sir” came the mumbled reply. “Will you follow the rules here?” SWAT “Yes sir” “From now on you will take your punishments with out protest, Do you understand?” SWAT SWAT “I didn’t hear any response” SWAT SWAT “Yes Sir, I’m sorry” she gulped out between tears. This kept up for a few more swats and then Joyce was allowed to stand up, she was guided back in front of my desk by the efficient Ms. Stuart where she was made to stand until a few minutes later she got he crying under control at which time I began a short lecture designed to re-enforce the lessons of the punishment. Having completed that I turned my attention to Ms. Stuart and said, Joyce has been assigned to the Adams cottage is that right? Yes Sir she responded, as I reflected to myself that Ms. Stuart was a bit to formal for my comfort and I might have to deal with that at some point soon. “Fine I’ll take her down and introduce her myself,” I said and dismissed Ms. Stuart. Taking the still teary eyed child by the arm I led her to the door where I motioned for her to pick up the small bag of personal items that had been issued her and out the door we went. The cottages as we refer to them are really houses in their own right, each one has a married couple and three to four kids, and function much as a family might with the adults in this case Joe and Carol Adams. The pseudo parents are authorized to handle matters in their house as any parents might and this includes discipline of small matters, it is generally only when things are deemed serious or some special re- enforcement is required to make a point that I become involved. I knocked on the door and Carol answered, she greeted me and said “why this must be Joyce, welcome to our and for a while your home,” and gave her a hug, which Joyce returned quickly as this was the first sigh of friendship she had encountered that day. This is pretty much the standard greeting for new kids and it is hoped that it starts the bonding process in her new family. However Joyce’s education was not over for the day, I noticed two of the girls Katie and Sarah were standing in corners of the living room with their noses against the wall. I looked at the girls and then Carol who smiled with a tired but patient look and said Late again, and you remember how many times we’ve gone through this exercise, I smiled back indeed I did remember The two girls had gotten a spanking only a few days ago for being late for a class. Joyce was still standing next to me trying to take this all in when Jill the last of the three girls assigned to the Adams entered the room, She was a tall Slender girl sixteen years of age, I introduced the two and Joyce went over to stand with Jill. Jill whispered to Joyce what was about to happen and I watched Joyce closely as I saw her eyes widen and her hand move to her bottom and start rubbing in a gesture that I doubted she was even aware of. Since this was a repeat offense Carol had chosen to make a statement with their punishment in the hope that it would end this tardy foolishness once and for all. The girls were summoned to the room made to face away from us and bend over with their hands on their knees, when this was done Carol took the backs of their dresses and flipped them up on to their backs, I heard Joyce give a little gasp as it became evident the girls had been required to remove their panties before we arrived and were now fully exposed for a bare bottom spanking, Katie and Sarah had taken their positions without protest or comment, both girls had been with us for several months now and were well aware of the penalties for not cooperating with a punishment, ( a visit to my office, and that was to be avoided if at all possible) Carol left the room for a minute with the two girls still bent over in the punishment position, she soon returned with two ping pong paddles and handing me once said “will you assist me here Mr. Robbins?” I would be delighted I replied, as I looked over at the recently paddled Joyce I wondered if her eyes could get any bigger as she observed what for her must have been a most memorable day. With a chuckle to myself I took a position to the side of Katie while Carol took a similar position with Sarah, since Carol was left handed we were facing each other with the two exposed girls between us, since this was not the first paddling we had administered together we knew the procedure to follow. I started with a SWAT SWAT SWAT to Katie’s backside as soon as the third swat landed Sarah received three swats from Carol. I then gave Katie four swats SWAT SWAT SWAT WHAP with the paddle, by now her bare bottom was showing the effects of the paddle and a red hue was developing. WHAP SWAT WHAP SWAT as Sarah received her four whacks with the paddle, and joined her friend in developing a red fanny. With the five swats that I now gave Katie she began losing her composure and started crying and shifting her backside slightly with each swat, but she stayed in position. Sarah also began crying half way through her punishment and almost raised up with the last swat but held herself in place. Another series that had each getting six cracks of the paddle ended and the punishment was over the girls were sent to their rooms to compose themselves. I turned to Joyce and said “now young lady you are getting an idea that this is nothing like any thing you have ever been exposed to in the past is that right?” She looked at me and clearing her throat said “yes sir.” I was pleased that she said this with a tone of respect and no smartass was in her voice. “Fine” I said “tomorrow morning at 8 am I would like you to come to my office and I will finish explaining what your responsibilities and what will be expected of you. I looked at the paddle in my hand and as her eyes followed mine to the paddle I said and I suggest you be on time. ”