From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Phoenix Girl's School II M/f Date: 22 Jun 1996 01:40:36 GMT This story involves spanking, if that does not interest you or you are under eighteen please don’t read. This is a fictional story. This is a continuation of the story Phoenix Girl’s school and that story should be read before this one. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- PHOENIX GIRL’S SCHOOL II -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- I looked up when I heard the tentative knock on my office door, glancing at the clock on my desk which read 7:58 I called out, “come in.” The door slowly opened and a tentative Joyce Dewitt our newest student entered the office, carefully closing the door behind her she said “you told me to be here at 8 a.m. Mr. Robbins.” “Yes” I said nodding my head solemnly “that is correct and I am pleased to see you are on time,” she gave me back a half smile in appreciation of the less than stellar compliment and relief that she was so far not in any trouble. I reflected to myself that this was understandable since last night she had received at the age of fifteen the first real spanking of her life. “Ms. Dewitt” I started taking on a serious tone, “do you know what we hope to accomplish during your stay here?” “Uh, well sir, I guess, I mean, to get me out of trouble?” “No Ms. Dewitt” I snapped with a mock harshness “that’s not it at all, what we intend to do, and will do, is to change your behavior and by the change in your behavior and attitude you will redeem yourself. Do you understand?” “Yes sir” she said. “Do you really” I asked? “Then please explain it to me.” This brought a confused look to her face and a stuttering attempt at an explanation that reflected no understanding at all. “Uh I’m sorry sir I’m not sure I do understand.” “No you don’t have the foggiest idea and your first lesson for the day will be to pay attention and ask questions if you don’t understand, bluffing and silly answers have no place here. That will be three.” “ Three?” she repeated. “Yes Ms. Dewitt you have earned three swats with the paddle before you leave this room this morning.” I began the standard lecture telling her about the school as she tried to listen and reflect on the fact that it was only a few minutes past eight in the morning and she had already earned a spanking, the confusion was all over her face like a map of despair. “Joyce we have a small community here, there are ten cottages in all and usually we have a full complement of four girls per cottage and two house parents. For the length of your stay you will be supervised for the most part by your new parents, they will oversee your activities and have approval over all your choices. If at any time and I repeat anytime they feel you deserve it, they are fully authorized to spank you. Your new parents and I will be the only ones that spank or punish you. however if any adult member of our facility wishes they may bring you to either me or your new parents and if we deem it necessary you will be” “ I know Joyce interrupted Spanked.” “That’s right I said, and I caution you not to talk when I am talking or be a smart mouth, now the count is five.” That silenced Joyce and she listened to the lecture with out any more comments. When I finished I asked if she had any questions, to which she replied no. “Fine then Joyce if you will assume the same position on the desk you did last night we’ll dispense with your paddling and get you off to class.” Joyce moved over to the desk as I picked up the paddle and walked over to her, she was bent over and I reached down and pulled up the back of her dress and laid it on her back. I popped the paddle down the five promised times, not as hard as last night since I didn’t see the events of this morning as all that serious. Still I made sure the swats stung and was assured they did by her reactions during the short paddling, when she stood up and faced me her eyes were just a touch red and she was blushing in embarrassment and from the sting. At the school we were aware that our charges often felt the punishment and supervision overbearing, however it is our purpose to get the girl’s attention, and that begins with an attitude make over and we have found that a very strict format works best. In many cases we are able to return the girl to her real home in less than a year with a complete attitudinal change that is almost unrecognizable to her parents, and via the word of mouth from satisfied customers we pick up more business and not lastly raise our fees, since we shamelessly charge the maximum the traffic will bear. More on how we accomplish this attitudinal change later. I didn’t see Joyce for several more days, when it was my regular turn to have dinner in her new home. I try to rotate and have dinner with each of the ten families twice every month. It was a blustery cold desert November evening, a week or so before Thanksgiving, I had arrived a half hour or so before we were to eat, which I try to do as it gives me a chance to see how the girls and their new parents are interacting. I knocked on the door and Joyce answered, saying “please come in Mr. Robbins” and standing aside as I entered. The other three girls were standing in front of Joe who was obviously giving them a lecture of some sort and Joyce went back from closing the door to stand with the others. Joe’s wife Carol came over to where I was standing and said softly enough that the girls couldn’t hear, “we’re going to have an old fashioned tonight, general behavior reasons.” I looked at her and nodded I knew exactly what she meant. To make it easier for the girls to change their behavior we try and treat them like little girls as much as possible, we take away make up, stylish clothing and dress them in simple white dresses and tennis shoes, we have found that if they are all treated like children they drop some of their false pride and are more adaptable to direction and the correction we offer. In the circles they traveled before coming here all their friends were too kewl for school and normal behavior and they ran not so much as with the crowd but more like in a pack. We have found that with very tight supervision to monitor attitudes that the girls will quickly adapt to being part of their new group and new values. It is our job to ensure that the environment is devoid of trouble and all are treated the same. It is easy to be a rebel if every one around you is a rebel, but not so easy if everyone of your peers is behaving and tightly supervised. An old fashioned was a discipline that was used on a fairly regular occasion by most of the parents that was designed to make the girls feel less than grownup. It was utilized as an attention getting device that was not harsh but meant to stop attitudes from wandering and give the girls a needed reality check. The room was not brightly lit and as I took a seat in an over stuffed easy chair by the TV. The four girls were intently looking at Joe as he continued his lecture I noticed they were all barefoot, this too would have been by design. The young ladies were sent to face the wall now that the lecture was completed, and for a few seconds the only sound was the cracking of the fireplace in the semi lit room. The light from the fireplace danced across the room illuminating the backs of the girls dressed only in their regulation short dresses. The backs of their pale legs reflected the light from the fire and their dresses took on the various hues of color cast off from the flame. I looked about the room as Joe and Carol now began moving two chairs close together in the living room. The home was decorated for thanksgiving even down to pictures the girls had drawn for holiday. Pine cones were placed on one window sill along with a seasonal wreath , there seemed to be more warm reds and other colors on display than usual creating a very homey scene, I noted to myself with approval. Joe went over to the girls lined up against the wall and gently took Katie by the shoulder and turned her around and pointed to his wife Carol who was sitting in one of the chairs. Katie walked over to Carol, as Joe took Sarah by the shoulder and guided her to his chair. Both girls stood in front of their new “parents” and were quietly being lectured once again. The chairs faced each other and were about four feet apart, I was seven or so feet away from the girls and situated so that when the spankings began due to the fact that both Joe and Carol were left handed one of the girls would be facing me and one would not. At the same time Joe and Carol reached out and took a young lady by the arm and gently pulled her across their laps, both went with out resistance. Carol was to my right with Katie across her lap, as a consequence My view was of Katie’s bottom which was still covered by her small white school dress. Sarah soon took a similar position on Joe’s lap and as she did she looked at me with a resigned look on her face and a half embarrassed smile. As if it were rehearsed both girls dresses were raised and placed on their backs and in the next motion their panties were lowered all the way to the backs of their knees. And this is what is meant by an “old Fashioned” it is simply what is considered to be and old fashioned bare bottom hand spanking that might be administered to a seven year old child. It is meant to sting of course but also to embarrass and remind the girls that immature behavior leads to child like punishments. The first swat to the girl’s bottoms brought a grimace from Sarah as the dual clap of hands meeting bottoms sounded in the room. Joe and Carol were accomplished spankers having been “parents” in our school for over three years now, and they quickly got down to business. For me it was like watching one spanking I was watching Sarah’s face and Katie’s bottom side by side. The Spankers being as practiced as they were kept the punishments fairly even, though I suspect Carol was the harder spanker of the two. CLAP, SMACK, CLAP, SMACK, The spanking was under way in earnest. I watched as Sarah’s face became red and Katie’s bottom was following suit. Sarah began after about ten spanks to grip the legs of the chair and try and hold on, she was raising her head and looking around the room, at me, and then back down at the floor as the spanking continued. WHAP SMACK WHAP CLAP WHAP the spanking was a through one but not overly harsh for two young ladies of sixteen that would benefit from such punishment. Katie was now beginning to kick her legs in time to the spanks, her bottom was turning a red that was a close match to some of the thanksgiving decorations in the house. I watched as her panties began the descent past her knees from the kicking and movement of her legs. WHAP SMACK SPLAT CLAP the sounds of the spankings took on a crisp sound as they echoed in the small living room and drowned out the crackling of the fire. I thought to myself in a silly reflection there is more than one fire burning here to night. The spankings took about three or four minutes, quite lengthy by our normal standards, but the individual swat had been hand spanks and caused only a good sting, more important was the fact that the girls had gotten a lengthy over the knee bare bottom hand spanking. Both were crying freely as they were let up and were placed back against the wall with their panties now at their ankles and their dresses tucked up above their waists, exposing their red bare bottoms for the time being. Joe then went to Joyce and as he had done earlier took her shoulder and slowly turned her around and pointed to his wife. Joyce started walking over to Carol and I noticed a tear starting to escape from the corner of her eye as she got in front of Carol. Joe took the last girl Jill and led her to his chair. Once again the girls received a quiet lecture and were taken over the knees of their spanker. Jill who was across Joe’s lap was facing me and I was looking at the tail of Joyce’s dress. Jill had a pixie cute face, that was very expressive and could convey feelings with only a look or a glance. Joyce had one of those bottoms that was not plump but was fully formed and was described as very spankable. I knew that she had only been spanked twice since getting here and both of those were only several quick swats of the paddle that I had given her. It would be interesting to see how she took a long very firm hand spanking. As the dresses were being raised and the panties were lowered, the only sounds in the room were the cracking of the fire, the soft crying from the two spanked girls and the sounds of the panties being pulled away from the bottoms of the young ladies. Jill’s expressive face registered annoyance, slight fear, and embarrassment. She looked at me and gave a grimace that somehow reflected all of these emotions that summed up her current predicament. Joyce was clinching and unclenching her bottom like a weight lifter flexing before a record attempt. She lowered her legs and dug her toes into the rug in anticipation of the beginning of the spanking. Joe lowered his hand onto Jill’s bottom gently and then as one, both of the kid’s fannies were struck by the hand of correction. Jill’s eyes widened and a look of surprise quickly crossed her face and then she made a grimace that was so humorous that I almost laughed. Joyce’s bottom seemed to bounce from the swat she received and she otherwise held her position. SWAT CLAP SWAT SPANK the rhythm began, slowly at first then picking up the cadence as the “parents” disciplined their disobedient children. CLAP SWAT SPANK SWAT Joyce’s tail was beginning to turn red and white splotches gave way to red as the color turned to deeper red, it was hard to make out the color in the dim light of the room but as a spanker of some experience I was able to tell what effects the swats were having. Soon Joyce began kicking her legs in protest of the spanking and had to be warned to maintain her position and take her spanking like a lady. She lessened her kicking and began waving her legs left then right and then apart. Had she realized that she was exposing her self like that she might have been more careful. But since she was never spanked before she got here I doubt it even crossed her mind. And then again in the middle of a spanking maybe that was the last thing on her mind. SWAT SMACK SPANK CLAP SPANK CLAP the spanks were coming quickly now and the sting was building for the young ladies. Jill was teary eyed and a pout was on her face as she tried to keep from breaking into a real cry. Her arms stretched down to the floor and she seemed to be trying to push up from the floor and then she would stop and cross her arms, in an effort to maintain herself through the spanking. WHAP SPANK SLAP CLAP WHAP Joyce started yelping and crying and kicking her legs as her butt grew redder and redder. Jill finally let go and slumped on Joe’s knee and started bawling and covering her pouty face with her hands. Then it was over and they were allowed to get up and put in place against the wall. The first two girls were allowed to lower their dresses and pull up their panties, and after a few minutes to clean up, they were made to finish setting the table for dinner. Soon we were all eating a very nice dinner that had been prepared by the girls. Joyce was ill at ease for the rest of the evening, the others having been here longer and somewhat more used to spankings, soon recovered their composure and carried on a normal conversation. Until I asked about grades, then Jill got one of those patented looks on her face. The grading term was almost up and all the girls that get unsatisfactory marks in relation to their abilities are to visit me and my paddle for a counseling session. From the look on Jill’s face I thought I could expect to see her in my office next week. And quite a number of others I suspected, Grades day was usually very active for me. And as things turned out, this one was no exception.