From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE) Date: Fri, 2 Aug 1996 20:34:18, -0500 To: laura@netgate.net Subject: Phoenix Girls School # 6 -- [ From: Daria Little * EMC.Ver #2.10P ] -- This is a fictional story that involves spanking and teenage girls. Please donít read if that is not of interest to you or you are under eighteen. This is a continuation of the series Phoenix Girlís school. And the story of Jenny Walters one of the newest arrivals as told in her own words. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PHOENIX GIRLíS SCHOOL PART VI ------------------------------------------------------------------------ As the juvenile judge looked down at me from his somewhat imposing perch I knew I was in trouble. The other kids had been sentenced to substantial stays in the juvenile system and I was afraid that a similar fate was in store for me. The all had longer records of trouble than me but as my Dadís lawyer had said to me in a meeting before seeing the judge I was making an impressive start on my own record of crime and would soon take a back seat to no one in my age group. He didnít seem to be very positively impressed with me when he was saying this. I confess that I knew the crowd I was hanging with was trouble, but I never thought it would come to this and I surely didnít know that they would try and rob that store, and there I was in the car when we were pulled over. With my recent past shoplifting and vandalism and some other offenses, my credibility was at an all time low, and my pleas for understanding were falling on deaf ears, even Mom now considered me a bad influence on my younger brother and sisters. My knees were knocking, I could be sent away for up to four years in a juvenile system that had small mercy for spoiled fifteen year olds, who were in truth novices at this crime game, other than a smart mouth I was not cut out for this kind of trouble and in over my head and I knew it. ìWell Ms. Walters, youíre case worker tells me you are remorseful about the trouble youíve caused, and want another chance is that correct?î ìYes sirî, I whimpered back in my best attempt to sound scared and sorrowful, which really wasnít all that much of a stretch. Taking only a slightly softer tone he then spoke. ì I believe that there is the possibility of turning around your behavior pattern and making a major change in your life before it is too late, Are you looking forward to a lengthy stay in the juvenile system?î he asked. ìNo sir, not at allî I responded trying to fight back the tears and frustrated at the impossible situation I was now in. For the first time in my life I felt I was no longer in control, and I was having trouble adjusting to that simple fact. ìThere is one possibility that remains, that might not mean our Juvie jail, if you think you might be interested.î ìOh yes sir, Iíll be goodî I responded earnestly. ìI wonít cause any more problems at home, or any where else. I promise.î ìJenny, I think you misunderstand me. I have no intention of allowing you to go home at this point, I think the lack of strict supervision and your old environment would be exactly the wrong combination for you, no, your parents and I have something else in mind for you, if you care to avoid jail and the juvenile record that you will have.î ìI donít understandî was all I could think of to say. The judge looked down at me and with the hard edge returning. ìJenny in Arizona there is a small school that specializes in handling young ladies like you and trying to turn their lives around. Itís no picnic and quite expensive, however you Father will pick up the bill and after hearing about the school and itís program I am convinced that it might work for you.î ìArizona? Arizona I wondered where the hell was thatî, some where out west I was sure of that, A long way from New Jersey no doubt about that. Disconnected thoughts flashed through my head, was it hot there?, was there enough water to drink, this guy was talking about sending me to the Arizona desert, where was Arizona again? I tried to think.î ìYour choices are quite clear young lady, you can either go into our local system for several years or you can go the Arizona Girlís School until you prove to everyoneís satisfaction that you will follow the rules of society, which is what your parents and I think would be best, however I will not order you out of state against your wishes. A little corporal punishment may be good for you, nothing else seems to be working. What will it be?î he asked. I looked at him with too many thoughts running through my head at once and said, ìArizona, Iíll go to the school I guess.î He looked sternly at me and said. ìNo guessing Jenny, either you agree to go or you donít. Make up your mind I am busy and have other cases today. ìOk Ok Iíll go to the schoolî and with that agreed to I was led away by Dadís lawyer. ìWhat is corporal, what ever he was talking about?î I asked the lawyer. He looked at me with a smile and said ìCorporal punishment, it means if you donít behave they spank you.î and with that he handed me some forms to sign while I tried in vain to digest this latest bit of news. ìSpank me, you mean they will spank me at that school?î I asked thunderstruck as the lawyer continued to push the papers under my nose. He nodded yes and pointed out the lines that indicated I was signing my freedom away. Fifteen minutes later I was back in front of the judge telling him that I understood what I had agreed to and had no objections to being sent to Arizona. I was led from the courtroom and placed in a small holding area for several hours. A few hours passed, my parents had gone home and I felt so alone. ìJenny, my name is Ms. Stuart, I will be taking you to the schoolî a voice announced and I looked up to see a tall lady with a frown looking down at me. When I sat there looking at this new person in my life and wondering what was next she snapped me out of my mental interlude with a sharp and not friendly. ì I said move, and now Missy unless you want to regret it later.î I snapped up from my reclining position and came to my feet right then. A few minutes later we were on our way to the airport in a taxi and Ms. Stuart was proving herself the silent type, well that was fine with me. I pondered the events of the day and what this move to the forsaken reaches of Arizona would be like. Not quite New York City I supposed. I wondered about the shopping and when would my clothes arrive, I sure hoped someone thought to have them checked on this flight, what a downer it would be to have to wait to go shopping to have something decent to wear. It might be a day or two before I could get to a mall. A few hours into the flight, Ms. Stuart almost started acting like she had some human emotion after all. We made some small talk and then I asked a question, ìwhat did you mean back there in the cell when you said I better hurry up or I would regret it later?î I asked. She looked at me and answered with a question. ìThey told you what kind of school this is didnít they?î ìWell yes I guess they didî I answered ìItís an all girls school, isnít that right?î She looked at me for a few quiet seconds and then speaking slowly and low so I had to strain to hear over the airplane noise. ìItís a girls school all right but like none youíve ever heard about I suspect. You will do as youíre told and when youíre told or you will be punished and as often as necessary. You will be restricted to the campus for at least six months, you will wear regulation uniforms and when you get out of line, as I might add I am sure you will, you will be paddled until your bright red bottom convinces Mr. Robbins that you have learned a lesson.î With that she turned and picked up an airplane magazine and started turning the pages. I hadnít interrupted her since it was so hard to hear, and I sank back in my seat to try and make sense of what I had heard. ìRestricted? Six months? Regulation Uniforms? Paddled? Bare bottom?î I knew she wasnít kidding, but this was too much, just too much.î For the first time my situation and the trouble I had gotten myself into was dawning on me. As the plane flew through the night sky the darkness outside matched my outlook. We landed about 10:30 PM and a van was there from the School to meet us, at least I think it was from the School, it didnít have any markings indicating where it was from. A 45 minute drive found us in the middle of no where and pulling up to a gate, a few words were exchanged with a guard and we were allowed to enter. I was turned over to a lady who found a bed for me in the first aid room. I fell asleep almost at once still in my clothes, too exhausted from the day and itís events to care in the least. I woke up with a start and as I jerked awake, there was a large lady hovering over me, she announced herself as the school nurse and asked if I was ok. I assured her I was, and with that a another new person was called for. ìHello my name is Daria,î She announced and itís my job to get you processed in and assigned to a cottage, and with that she turned and said. ìFollow meî We entered a shower room and I was instructed to undress and get into the shower, I carefully laid my clothes out and did as I was told, determined to go along with their silly program and maybe some one would realize that a cooperative person like my self did not belong in this prison camp laughingly called a school and I could go home. She threw me a bottle of shampoo and told me to wash my hair. ì Canít I said, just had it done and I donít want to ruin it, it may be a week or more before I can find someone out here to do it right. Daria laughed and destroyed my day as I watched her dump my clothes in a hamper. ìDonít worry about your hair, in a few minutes you get a regulation school cut and you wonít have enough hair to worry about, now hurry up.î I was handed a large rough white towel as I came out of the shower, and Daria told me to follow her after handing me a pair of rubber thongs from a large box next to the shower. With the towel wrapped around me we left the shower area and went into a hall way filled with people, students and damn their hair was short, faculty members and some clerical people. Nobody seemed to pay me much attention though I was super embarrassed as I squeaked down the hall way dripping water with only a towel to cover my self from the world. We entered another room and I was measured and weighed and after a few minutes handed a box of what appeared to be white rags. ìPut them onî Daria instructed me. ìWhat, put what on?î I asked back with a tone to my voice to show I was beginning to get annoyed with this rather rude treatment. ìThose are your uniforms, now get out of that towel and into your School dress.î And to my great annoyance I realized that this plain white frumpy and far too short dress was what these people expected me to wear, well no way was I going to that. ìNoî I announced with an air of superiority that I hope conveyed that these things were clearly not satisfactory and they had best rethink letting me wear my own clothes. ìNo?î Daria asked back and looking at me with no small amount of astonishment on her face. ìNo? Did I hear you right?î ìYou heard me just fine, what part of No didnít you understand?î I responded now proud of my stand and sure that I would be legend in this crummy school for getting the rules changed. I was on a roll, these damn country western hicks werenít going to push a Jersey girl around. No Way No How, No day. She looked at me for a few seconds and then asked slowly. ìYouíre sure about this? You wouldnít care to change your mind?î ìIím quite sure, thank you, now if you can just take these rags back and arrange for some decent clothes and if you donít mind just a whole hell of a lot, make it quick.î I commanded in my most authoritative voice. Daria now looked at me with the trace of a smile on her lips as if she were enjoying a secret that she didnít wish to share at that moment, ì Fine if thatís the way you want it, Iíll discuss the situation with Mr. Robbins.î She said as politely as one could hope for and I became more convinced of the strength of my position. And she left the room. A few minutes went by and then a few more and I became impatient and after about fifteen minutes I opened the door and yelled to the nearest person walking by ìWhere the Hell is Daria, Iím tired of waiting and I want some action.î The girl I had yelled at looked at me in astonishment and then looked past me at something, lowered her eyes and scurried away as a loud voice behind me boomed out. ìAction it is you want young lady?, then by heavens action it is you will have, make no mistake about that.î I turned to see an above average size displeased looking man standing in front of me and next to him was Daria. They contrasted not only in size but in facial expression as well. His frown and obvious displeasure were the opposite of her now growing smile. Faster than I could anticipate he moved forward and before I could react he took my left ear lobe between his fingers and proceed down the hallway with me following my head now attached to his hand. I blustered and yelled all to no avail and soon I was half walking, half hopping and stumbling behind him with Daria close behind. I was almost in a state of shock at this beastly behavior, even when I yelled something about lawsuits and my Fatherís lawyer he didnít stop or slow down. I realized we were entering an office and I remember the door slamming shut as the three of us entered the room. I was let go in front of a large desk and stood there trembling with anger as he walked behind the desk and sat down. I started to spit out some threats and stopped when he held up his hands palms towards me and spoke first. ìJennyî He began in a reasonable even voice. ì All of this is new to you and sometimes this takes some adjusting to, and we have found that a quick immersion into the realities of the situation is the best course of action. You will find we are not like any other school you have heard of, or any Juvenile system you have come across. You have had all the explanation you needed to make the correct choices before you started this disturbance. You will never behave like that again at this school and I will make sure of that right now.î Some doubt was creeping into my mind as I listened to this determined man make his speech, something he did with an ease that made me a little nervous and concerned about my immediate future. ìJenny from here you will be taken to meet your cottage parents who will be responsible for you and then to your first class. But before we do that you will be paddled for your inexcusable behavior here today. Now if you will step over to that desk in the corner of the room and bend over we can get this over with.î I pulled the towel tightly around me acutely aware of my near naked condition and frantically looked around at the desk, then at Daria and back at Mr. Robbins. ìI will not, you canít be serious, you have no right to expect me to... well you just canít be serious you canít.î I could hear the tone in my voice rising taking on a shrill quality at the impossibility of my situation and what this man was suggesting I do. He looked at me with a stern face and I saw him pick up a long wide paddle, I watched transfixed as he took the paddle in both hands, he looked at me and then put the paddle down and picked up a somewhat smaller and thinner paddle, he spoke in a very firm almost hard voice. ìI can, I am, and you will be paddled before you leave this room. Now I suggest you do as you are told and quickly.î I moved toward the table a few steps propelled by the intimidating manner in which he spoke and out of fear of the paddle he was holding. Daria mercifully took me by the arm and tried to comfort me and led me to the table as I resisted only slightly too stunned to protest any further. Before I was aware of it I was standing where I had been instructed and as my knees quaked I waited wondering what was happening and unable to see any alternatives. I knew I couldnít run and I sure wasnít going to change Mr. Robbinís mind that much was evident. As I stood there wondering with dread what it was going to be like, since I last got a spanking when I was ten I heard the words that stunned me more than anything in my life up until that moment. ì Hand Daria the towel and bend overî Mr. Robbins announced as if he were having a normal conversation. I started to turn and voice a protest when Daria leaned toward me and spoke softly. ìDo as he tells you, and do it now. Trust me you have no choice, donít make this worse.î As if in a dream I slowly removed the towel and handed it to her and with a shudder of shame and embarrassment I bent over the desk as instructed. ìBoy if only my cool friends could see me now.î I thought grimly to my self. Daria and my towel moved away and out of sight, leaving me exposed to Mr. Robbins and his paddle as I fidgeted and brought my legs together tightly. He moved beside me and I felt the paddle against my bottom and then a few slight pats of the paddle as I supposed he was getting his aim down. I heard the sound first, and as the loud pop hit my ears, the first thought did not connect the sound to my situation and then just as quick I felt the paddle crack home. The burn was substantial but I didnít move I was still too embarrassed at being naked and bent over to want to expose my self. The second and third swats increased the burn and I felt myself gripping the edge of the desk in an effort to maintain my position. ìSurely it must be almost overî I told my self, the beast canít expect me to take much more of this. But by far it wasnít over. ìFourî I grunted to myself as the paddle landed and I felt an intensity of heat and burning building on my butt that I would never have imagined. On the seventh or so swat I gave up all concerns of modesty and jumped up and my hands shot to my rear rubbing frantically. ìGet back in positionî Mr. Robbins growled. ìI canít it hurts too much, please I canít.î I sobbed through tears. ìShould have thought of that before you started being such a smart mouth, now back in position before I decide to start over.î And slowly I bent back over the desk, as I felt the throbbing in my bottom and the tears on my face and running down my chin. I felt so childlike I was in his total control, my bottom was flaming, my face was tear streaked and I was naked and being paddled by a strange man. My world at that moment was a mess and I was miserable. With each swat of the paddle the sounds exploded out of my mouth as soon as the paddle landed leaving itís burning sting and producing more tears and the frantic shaking of my head. I canít say I heard the paddle as it hit my butt, more like I felt the sound. With each swat of the paddle I heard the noise in my ears, but it wasnít the clap of the paddle, it was a roar of red pain as my butt burned I felt the blistering heat as a red hot sound thundered in my head. OWW, NOOoo, AHHHhh, and with each swat of the paddle I exclaimed a protest of pain and yelped out my distress. All to no avail the paddle kept coming down and turning my fanny into what felt like red hot coals were being held against it with each swat. OOOO, OOAAHHh, PLEASE NO MORE, STOP, IíM SORRY, accompanied each of the strokes Mr. Robbins laid across my tail with that paddle. I was aware that I was wiggling my backside to try and avoid the paddle and twice he had to stop and warn me to stay still, placing his hand on my bare hip and moving me the few inches back into place before blazing away again. Oowie, NO,NO, NO MORE, PLEASE NO MORE and the burning on my bottom continued as well as the burning in my ears, as I shut my eyes and tried to hang on. A pause, and then I sensed it was over, Daria was beside me and I took the towel and wrapped it around my self as I slowly lowered my self to the floor. I stayed there for a few minutes trying to compose my self and stop crying. Daria reappeared holding the box of regulation clothes that I had been so disdainful of a few minutes earlier. I was helped to my feet, now more composed but still crying like a baby, both at the pain and the shock over the change in my life and the situation I was now in. She took the towel and right there in front of Mr. Robbins I had to pull on the panties and small dress that comprises the school uniform. I winced and started crying all over as I sat down to put on my tennis shoes. That done I was led back to the desk and Mr. Robbins, as I sniffled and tried to wipe away the tears from my face with my hand. As I looked at him with a red burning face and bottom he spoke. ìJenny, you got the same lesson that many girls get when they first arrive and try to test us. Donít test me again, you wonít like it.î I wondered bitterly if he thought that maybe I liked this lesson. ìDaria, will show you to your cottage and then to your first class, and I suggest you pay attention and give your best effort. Do you understand?î ìYes sirî I sniffled eager to get out of that office. As we walked towards the cottage in the bright Arizona sun, I had to be almost led, the combination of the tears in my eyes and the sun made it hard to see. Taking me by the arm and helping me Daria spoke first. ìYou did good in there for a first spanking in this place, a lot of the girls have to be held down until they learn that that only makes it worse.î I looked at her, blinking and asked, ìWorse, what could be worse than that?î ìIf you try to resist your spanking you are restrained and either he starts over or doubles the punishment. Believe me not many of the girls have that happen to them twice.î She answered. ìAnyway for what you did he was easy on you.î I looked at her again and spat out. ìEasy on me, easy, are you fucking kidding, that was easy?î As we approached the cottage and Daria reached to knock on the door she answered. ìSure you only got twenty five swats of the paddle, not many at all really for the way you were acting and then the small paddle at that, you were darn lucky Jenny, and donít you forget it. And watch your mouth around here, that kind of language will get you more of the same.î As we heard some one call out from inside to wait a second She turned to me and said. ìI suggest you watch your behavior your new house parents are very nice people, but I know for a fact they wonít hesitate to put you over their knee if they think itís warranted, and Iíll bet before you come around to meeting the school requirements, it will be necessary a many times. And with that the door opened...............................................