From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Phoenix Girl's School III M/ff Date: 22 Jun 1996 02:06:30 GMT This story involves teenage girls and spanking, please don’t read if that doesn’t interest you or you are under eighteen. This is fictional. ________________________________________________________________________ PHOENIX GIRL’S SCHOOL PART # 3 ________________________________________________________________________ Every three weeks we have a grading period at the school. While this is more often than most schools, we find it helps us track the girl’s progress more closely. The girls are set up on a program that computes our expectations against their history with us, and their ability. For example a girl that has done C work and is deemed to be capable of not much better at this point and gets a C is not likely to be dealt with too hard. However a girl capable of A work that gets a C, might well expect to get a complete tanning of her bottom. The reviews are held in my office with just me, the young lady in question and a note from her teacher. That’s it, no appeals, the matter is decided and punishment delivered before she leaves my office. It is an especially hectic day for me, I meet with all of the forty girls in our school, the appointments are ten minutes apart through out the day with a short break for lunch, which usually means a quick sandwich at my desk. Many of the girls have met or exceeded our expectations and it is my pleasure to tell them of their reward. This may be a shopping trip to a local mall, longer TV privileges, a step closer to going home or any number of possibilities. Some of the other girls have not done so well and for them the visit to my office is a different matter. The girls are set up to come to my office on a random basis during their gym class period when ever possible, to ensure that as little class time as possible is missed. The girls are instructed to come to my office clad only in their gym shorts, their tennis shoes and gym T-shirt. Nothing else period. This is designed to remind them that they are being treated like young immature children until they learn to handle themselves and their responsibilities like young ladies of their real age. At 7:30 that morning the first girl knocked on my door and entered at my instruction. I could tell that several girls had arrived early by the nervous girlish talk coming from the hallway. It was never a good idea on grade day to be late for an appointment in my office. Janet one of our youngest students at fourteen was first, a quick review of her records and I was able to tell her how pleased we were with her since her arrival six months ago. Her grades were better than expected and she was to be part of the next trip to town. She left my office bubbling with happiness and relief. The next girl was Bonnie. She was five foot two a nice looking kid that had just turned fifteen. When we got her here at the school the first thing we had to do was wash the purple out of her hair. She was a mess. (even now referred to as Bratty Bonnie in some more cynical circles) Bonnie to my stunned amazement had improved in the last three weeks and avoided the paddling this time, that she had gotten on her last visit. Chrissy came in next. She had been with us for four months now and was only slowly starting to get with the program. Chrissy was medium build, five foot four and developing in all the proper places and showed every sign of developing into a beautiful young lady. But right now she had a major league problem, me. I looked at her report card that she was required to bring with her and then I looked at her. “Chrissy, This is not the sort of report card you promised me three weeks ago you would have this time, is it?” I asked. “Uh, no sir I guess not” “What seems to be the problem young lady?” “ I don’t know, I’m trying my best.” “Chrissy, how could tell me your trying your best, when it says here you have been late three times for classes and failed to turn in your home work assignments twice?” “ I don’t know Mr. Robbins. I’m sorry” “ Chrissy, I’m not the least impressed with your efforts since your last visit here and you promised to do so much better, do you remember the promises you made?” I asked the near tears young lady. “ Yes sir, I remember” “ Chrissy, last time I made a mistake in being lenient with you, not an error I make often any more, I shall try and correct that oversight now. Please move over and stand in front of the desk.” Chrissy looked at me and then walked over to the desk, and stood in front of what was called the paddling table. She took a deep breath, her shoulders raising up and then down as she tried to relax and compose herself for her paddling. “Chrissy, drop your shorts” I commanded, and slowly her fingers went into the waist band of the small white gym shorts the girls wear for all physical activities. She slipped the shorts down to her knees, her bottom was now bare down to the backs of her knees up to just above her slim waist where the T-shirt stopped. “Bend over”, Doing as she was told Chrissy bent over and placed her hands on the edge of the table and got ready for her paddling. I reached over and took off my desk my favorite paddle. About a foot long not counting the handle, I ran my left hand over the smooth polished surface as I walked toward Chrissy who was still bent over and looking down at the desk. I took a position to her left about eighteen inches behind her, I placed my left hand on her back to remind her to stay in position. Taking the paddle I gently placed it against her fanny and held it there for three or so seconds pushing it against her bottom and then drew it back a gave her a medium pop of the paddle. As I drew the paddle away she gave a little wiggle of her bottom, like you might expect to see on a beach bunny, not a naked tail about to be paddled. I smacked her butt twice quickly with medium swats, and noticed the third swat brought with it some color to her otherwise white bottom. It was time for the paddling to begin in earnest. I began building the intensity of the spanking with each swat being a bit harder than the one before it. By the ninth pop of the paddle she was feeling the heat. She was shaking her head from side to side with each stroke of the paddle, her long brown hair waving back and forth across her neck and her back. POP WHAP POP WHAP “Please Mr. Robbins, not so hard, I’m sorry, I’ll do better” She whimpered in a soft voice. I ignored this plea and focused on my mission. Her bottom was now a healthy red tan color with splotches of white when the paddle struck it’s target. “ Maybe you should have given that attitude some more consideration the last three weeks, young lady” I responded with no sympathy in my voice. POP WHAP SLAP POP WHAP CLAP as the paddle continued it’s descent onto her flamed bottom. “Stay there” I commanded, stepping back to view my handiwork. Her tail was thoroughly red and reflecting one very well paddled bottom. Her fanny was doing it’s wiggle again back and forth a few inches each way and then a small surge up and down, a regular dance of it’s own. “Tell me, Chrissy, Why didn’t your cottage parents deal with your tardiness before now?” “I don’t, can’t say” came the response. I was so surprised by this totally unacceptable answer that I had trouble believing I could have heard correctly. “What did you say Chrissy?” Silence was my answer, only soft crying came from the child bent over before me. I gripped the paddle and gave her three swats that must have been heard around the school. She yelped, stood up and literally danced right out of her shorts and left them in a pile as she hopped up and down and turned around to face me, with both hands trying to protect her bottom. “ I’ll tell, I’ll tell she choked out between gasps and tears. I took her by the arm and led her to the center of the office, and holding onto her arm I gave her a medium swat and said. “ I want the truth and right now young Ms. Chrissy.” When she slowed down or seemed to waver I gave her butt a swat of encouragement, and soon I had the story. I made her stand in the center of the room and went back to my desk and sat down. “Chrissy I want you to keep this a secret for the rest of the day, do you understand?” “Yes sir” she responded. “I will” And with she was allowed to pick up her shorts and put them on as I watched. After she left still crying the next girl came in wide eyed and trembling in anticipation. Her name was Pattie a cute sixteen year old that looked like she was twelve. Before you feel too sorry for Pattie you should know that she was involved in a school drug ring for her final of many offenses and was scheduled to be in juvenile custody until her twentieth birthday. She was lucky to be here. Much to Pattie’s relief her grades weren’t that bad and she got off with ten swats of the paddle on her gym shorts. despite the fact she was crying when she left, she was so relived after hearing Chrissy’s paddling she was smiling through her tears. Several more girls came and went and then it was Jill’s turn. I had been wondering what her report card would look like since the night I had dinner at the Adam’s cottage and she had looked funny when I asked about grades. “Good Morning Mr. Robbins” she said with false chipper voice that was tinged with a nervous tone. “Good morning, Jill. May I see your report card?” I replied . With this, her mood swung downwards and she looked very unsure of herself. I opened the card and noticed quickly that the grades were far from the quality of work she was capable of, and I expressed this thought to her. “ I know Mr. Robbins, I should do better, I really don’t have an excuse.” I am always more persuaded of a girl’s progress when they stop making excuses and start taking responsibility for their actions, so I was encouraged by Jill’s attitude in this matter. I took the paddle as I watched the cute face of Jill look at the paddle and then me as she made a little face of concern and resignation. Her green eyes and unturned pert nose complimented her expressive mouth perfectly as she got a play pout on her face and gave me a look of surrender. Taking her by the shoulder we walked together to the small desk. She stopped in the correct place, having been spanked here more than once she knew the routine. “ up or down?” She asked. “I think down for these grades young lady” I replied. She placed her fingers into the waist band of her shorts and looking at me, she pulled them down to just below her bottom cheeks and stood back up. “ Not quite, Jill all the way down, you know how this works” And with that she bent back over and pulled down her shorts to her knees, and I watched as they slipped down to her ankles. With out a word she bent over and put her hands on the desk and waited for the paddle to do it’s work. As was, and is my to this day my custom I placed the paddle against her bottom and held it firmly against her bottom for about three seconds and then gave her a few gentle pats to ensure I had her attention. “WOW” she exclaimed as the paddle struck her fanny for the first serious swat. Jill was an expressive girl and rarely took a spanking in silence and this was to be no exception. “OWW, OWIEE, OUCH, OOOO, OWIEEEE,” were the bursts of chatter from the child as the spanking progressed. She was soon yelping and talking all through the spanking, though the conversation gave way to tears and sobs as the paddle landed for the fifteenth time and the heat was building. Jill had a bottom that reflected color and was quickly red, her fanny bounced with every swat of the paddle. “OUCH, NOT SO HARD, OWIEE, OOOOO,” “Quiet Jill I want you to reflect on this spanking for the next three weeks and see if you can improve those grades of yours, disgraceful, you are capable of much better, much better little lady” I instructed between swats of the paddle. “ Do you understand” She sobbed out her response as I held the paddle against her fanny waiting for my answer. “ Yes, gasp yes sir, I will do better I promise, I promise.” OWW OUCH AWW As the paddle flew three more times. “Thats what you said last time Jill, I suggest you pay more attention this time” “Stand there for now I’m not sure we’re through” I told here and walked over to my desk as she stood in position and rubbed her red flaming bottom and tried to work out the sting. Pushing my intercom button I asked my part time secretary to come in. She entered, looking around with wide eyes, she was new to the school and one of the few employees that doesn’t live on campus. I hired her based on the recommendation of a friend and so far she has proven acceptable. “ Please contact Ms. Stuart and tell her to be in my office at five this afternoon and I want Bonnie Ward back here at four thirty”. “Yes sir, I will call Ms. Stuart and you want Bonnie, wasn’t she the girl that was here earlier”? “Thats right.” “OK yes sir”, she said looking at Jill still standing by the desk with her red tail on display and two hands massaging it. I watched the expression on her face but was unable to read it, which struck me as odd, usually I can read faces and body language pretty darn well, especially in young ladies. I told Jill that she was free to pull up her shorts and return to class, I had more work to do. This afternoon promised to be interesting and I would be getting to the bottom of a serious violation of school policy if I was right in my guess. The secretary looked at me and said “ Will that be all sir” To which I responded. “ Yes Daria, you may go now.”