From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE) Date: Sun, 1 Sep 1996 22:53:15, -0500 To: laura@goodkitty.com Subject: Re: Web Site ______________________________________________________________________ __ PHOENIX GIRLS SCHOOL Part 9 ______________________________________________________________________ __ You can tell, sometimes as soon as you meet someone. You can just tell that theyíre trouble. Jenny had it written all over her. A cocky walk and a way of talking that told you she thought she was better than everyone else and didnít care if you knew it. It was at dinner that night I first met the girl that was to cause me so much trouble, she had just arrived at the school and had already received a paddling from Mr. Robbins and a spanking from Mr. Watson only an hour or so earlier. Not a record, but still a very impressive beginning I reflected to myself. But let me tell you a bit about me, before I go on. My name is Tina, Tina Wellington. I live in California, well I used to before I came here. I get good grades and am doing well at the school and have great affection for Bill and Donna our cottage parents. I do get into trouble from time to time and have gotten numerous spankings from them as well as two paddlings from Mr. Robbins. But like a lot of the girls here I came from a unhappy home life and despite the strict rules and discipline I like it here, I really do. And now I was to share a room with this new girl Jenny, my previous roomy had spent almost two years at the school and had turned from being a borderline criminal to a very nice, productive person. She became student council president and turned her life around. She was allowed to return to her home amid much fan fare and celebration put on by the school at her departure. I was so happy for her and sad to see such a good friend go I cried the rest of the day. And now look at what I had to put up with I thought as I looked across the dinner table, yep this one was going to be trouble. Her eyes were still red and puffy from the two spankings she had received, but that was doing nothing to interfere with the ìairsî she was putting on. Her nose was stuck up so far I expected it to scrape the ceiling. After dinner, as was the custom we went to our rooms to study and prepare the next days assignments. She sat there just looking at the wall, until I had to ask. ìJenny, donít you have anything youíre supposed to be reading?î She slowly turned her head as if troubled to make such an effort and replied. ìFuck em, Iím not doing shit for these people.î I donít know if I were more shocked by the language which is simply not heard at this school by any girl that wants to be able to sit down, or the attitude that she still had, and after two spankings the very same day. ìOh yeah this was going to be fun,î I thought grimly as I returned to my studies. The next day I heard from some of the girls she had class with that she had been the same way all day and had slid very close to more corporal punishment, but by the skin of her teeth escaped. That night as we went to our rooms to study, something had changed, Jenny was friendly and acting like we were old buddies. Delighted at this new attitude I tried hard to be friendly back and soon we were engaged in a nice friendly conversation that was fun. She had a great sense of humor and a lot of funny stories to tell. I did notice that the jokes were always at somebody elseís expense and never was she at fault. Never the less it was fun and we had a great time, until Donna came in and told us to hush and study. A few minutes later Jenny leaned over toward me and asked in a conspiratorial whisper ìAnybody ever escape from this place?î ìWhat, what do you mean escape, like leave, are you kidding?î I responded shocked that anyone would have the nerve to even bring up something like that. I looked back at the door nervous that the mere mention of the idea would bring Mr. Robbins and his paddle springing into the room. After a few seconds I was able to take my eyes off the door and look at Jenny. ìYou mean to tell me that no one has ever slipped out of this Hell hole? Damn what a bunch of wienies you all are, it would be so easy.î She was looking at me with a sneer. I fidgeted at the thought and said. ìWell rumor has it, and this was long before I came that a few years ago three girls did get away for a while, but they were caught and then punished something terrible, Iím not sure what it was, you understand but Iím told that it was awful, just awful. Since then no one has tried to escape to the best of my knowledge. ìYou all must be cowards.î I bristled at the charge ìThere have been a few minor attempts I responded but these were mostly just to get away for a short period and even these were punished harshly. But thatís not what youíre talking about is it?î ìNo, way California girl, Iím talking about getting out of here for good. If I can get home Iíll tell my parents what kind of place this is and Iíll never have to come back here.î ìBut the punishment if you get caught, will be awful, Iím not sure but I heard it was the worst ever.î She looked at me with contempt growing on her face. ìWhat more can they do, I already got paddled once by that asshole Robbins and I lived didnít I? Screw em.î I didnít know what to say and turned my head and went back to my studies shaken at the thought of what Jenny was suggesting. The next two days passed quietly, Jenny spoke to me only when she had to, but I could just feel that something was brewing, I could just feel it. I was unsure if I should say anything to anybody and then decided to mind my own business and stay out of trouble. The third day after our conversation I was eating lunch with a few friends on the outside patio when Judy looked over at me and asked. ìAre you going to do it, like Jenny says?î ìDo what?î I asked puzzled, though I could feel a knot growing in my stomach at the thought of Jenny. ìleave, escape, runaway, I donít care how you put it, are you going with her? She says you are.î Now the three other girls at the table were looking at me with questioning curious eyes. ìNo, no way, I donít even know what youíre talking about.î ìSure thatís what she said youíd sayî Judy answered back smugly. ìJust want to cut us out Huh?î ìNO really I donít even know what youíre talking about.î I protested to deaf ears. Sarah leaned forward and said in a hushed voice, ìIíll tell you from what I hear I wouldnít risk it, I hear those girls that tried it really got in trouble.î ìWhat happened to them?î I asked trying to find out more and separate fact from fiction. And at that moment the lunch bell rang and we scurried to our respective classes. I wondered ìWhat had happened that was such a big deal?, and how do I find out for sure?î I also knew that Jenny and I were going to have a talk that evening about her telling the other girls I was going to run away with her, that liar! Classes went well enough that day, I got one demerit for not paying attention in class, but I was a long way from being in trouble for that sort of thing, Iím pretty careful in class. I try to behave. I would like to be student council president one day. When I got back to the cottage that afternoon, there was no one there and I began doing some of my chores so I could have some free time later and maybe even get to go to the TV room for an hour or so. Just as I finished vacuuming the living room and was putting the vacuum away Jenny walked in looking smug as usual. ìSo whatís the big idea?î I asked ìTelling people Iím running away with you?î ìOh, grow up, For some reason the kids around here look up to you and when I told them you were coming I got two right away that I can use to break out of this dump. Now dry up dipshit, and leave me alone.î And with that she stalked out of the living room and slammed the bedroom door behind her. I was burning, I have a temper which is part of why I am here now, and this was more than I could take. I pushed open the door and as Jenny turned around I demanded. ìWhat the hell is your problem?, What makes you think you can just say anything you want about me?î ìI told you dipshit, leave me alone, now fuck offî ìI will not leave you alone, while your telling lies about me, I donít want to get in any trouble because of you.î I shot back, I was starting to get tears in my eyes from the frustration and being so mad. ìAWWW look Tina is going to cryî She was right, I was so mad I was about to cry, no hell I was crying. ìIím not going to let you do it. I wonít let you get some other girls in trouble just for your rotten plans.î ìFuck you, chickenshit.î She snarled in anger. And with that I shot out a hand in anger catching her on the shoulder and pushing her back against the wall. She leapt from the wall and soon we were engaged in a free for all fight. She grabbed my hair and as I smacked my hand on the side of her head we both we down onto the floor. We were entangled and punching and slapping as best we could. ìBitch, Bitch you Bitchî Jenny was yelling while all I could do was grunt and keep slapping. We rolled over one another and against the wall, I got her pinned and was getting the better of the exchange as I sat on her and pounded away with slaps to her body as she covered her head and cursed me. ìWhat the Hell is going on in here?î demanded Mr. Watson throwing open the door. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me off Jenny who scurried away to a corner of the room and started an act you wouldnít believe. ìShe hit me, she beat me up. I didnít do nothing and she hit me, for no reason.î Then she broke down into tears and acted the victim of the whole incident. We were separated and put into corners of the living room and Mr. Watson talked to each of us individually. My conversation with him took place after Jennyís. ìTina did you hit Jenny first?î ìyes sirî ìWhy?î ìShe said some things about me.î ìIs that all?î ìYes Sir.î And it was all, what more could I say? I just couldnít be a tattletale, that would be all I needed around the school. To have that rep. would cost me most of my friends. Many of the girls still had most of their street codes of what you say and do, and to a great extent it is respected among the girls. And despite my feelings they were my friends, all the friends I had in the world at the time. Ten minutes later I was sitting outside Mr. Robbins office waiting for him to return. I would be expected to explain to him that I had started a fight and Mr. Watson suggested I be paddled. That was it, that was all I was supposed to say. ìHi Tinaî came a voice bringing me out of my dejection as I sat on the bench. ìWhat are you doing here?î I looked up glumly and then cheered up slightly. ìHi Daria, Iím in troubleî She sat down beside me and asked ìWhatís the problem?î I told her the whole story and knowing Daria could keep a secret I swore her to silence as I told her everything. ìGeeze, I can understand youíre being upset but you shouldnít have hit her you know the rules, youíve been here long enough. ìI know, I know I just couldnít help it.î Daria looked at me and then in a soft cautious voice ìWhat ever you do Tina, donít try and run away, the penalty is not worth it.î My curiosity rose to the surface despite my present problems. ìWhy what do you mean, What happens?î Daria glanced at me and was about to speak. It was then that Mr. Robbins came around the corner and as he was opening the door to his office, turned to us and said. ìHello Daria, hello Tina and how is everyone today?î ìUh, Mr. Robbins, sir I need to talk to youî Daria gave me a pat on the shoulder and said ìGood luckî and with that she was gone and I felt so alone. ìCome in then.î Mr. Robbins invited with a more formal tone. I was standing in front of his desk as he sat down, and I made my report. ìYou say you hit the new girl, and you hit her first?î ìYes sirî ìMr. Watson talked to you both and you are the only one he brought here?î ìYes sirî He turned and took from his desk top a paddle, not the usual paddle I had seen and felt that one before. This one was wider, it looked to be about four inches wide and two or more feet long. It wasnít very thick though I thought hopefully. The wood was a light color and highly polished, it almost seemed to shimmer in the light. As he turned it I noticed that there were holes drilled at the end, and that just couldnít be good, so it seemed to me at the time. ìRemove your shorts and panties and take your place by the desk, you know where.î Indeed I did. I walked over to the desk in the corner of his office and with my back to him I placed my fingers in the shorts and my panties and slid them down to my ankles feeling totally exposed I lifted one foot and then the other and stepped out of my clothing and laid it on the desk away from where I would soon be leaning for my paddling. I leaned over and placed my hands on the desk without being told, I knew the routine. I felt the paddle on my butt as he placed it against my skin and held it there for a few seconds that lasted a lifetime. I felt it press against me and the impression it was making on my fanny. I could almost visualize it and how it must appear to him. ìWHAP, WHAP, and them a delay, as the burning came to the surface, the first few pops of the paddle never seemed to hurt as much right away, but given a few seconds, and there it was, the pain came rushing in. WHAP, a two second wait. WHAP, two more seconds. WHAP, And that was the pattern a swat of the paddle every two or so seconds. WHAP, WHAP, ìMMMMî WHAP, ìMMMnnî The sting as the paddle bounced off my bottom was incredible, it felt like a thousand bee stings and then another thousand and then another thousand. I raised up on my toes and then back down again as the paddle once more crashed in to my naked unprotected bottom. SPLAT, WHAP, ìOOOwwiiî WHAP ìAiiiieeeeeeî My yelping was growing louder with each swat of the paddle. WHAP, WHAP, ìOOOOOoooî I began crying freely and then just broke into sobbing and shaking my head with each swat of the paddle. WHAP, WHAP, SPLAT, ìOUCHIEeeeeî ìNNNooo MOOOOreî SPLAT, SPANK, WHAP. ìNo, No, No, No, Noî PLEeaasseeî And then a quicker than usual flurry. WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. ,WHAP, WHAP. ìThats allî Mr. Robbins announced. I shot straight up and both hands shot to my cheeks and with each hand holding onto one butt cheek as if they might fly away on their own I began hopping up and down and turning in small circles. That I was making a spectacle of my self mattered not all to me at that point. Tears were flowing down my face freely and I wanted to wipe them away but I wasnít letting go of my fanny not just yet anyway. I felt a real need to give it all the protection I could. With me holding onto my bottom Mr. Robbins took me by the ear and led me over to stand in front of his desk. I stood where I had been placed still crying and holding on to my tail and naked from the waist down while he picked this really swell time to begin a lecture on fighting in the school. ìTinaî He concluded the lecture. ìI better never hear of you picking on another girl again, I never thought you were the bully type. Now get dressed and tell Mr. Watson when you get home that heís to keep a strict eye on you and youíre to do Jennyís chores next week. You are dismissed. And with that I pulled on my panties and shorts and limped back to the cottage and reported to Mr. Watson. I did notice Donna looking at me funny and then she would look at Jenny smirking in the corner of the living room and then back at me. ìShe knowsî I thought. ìShe knows something is not rightî Two hours later as I lay in bed and made a decision to sleep on my stomach that night I heard Jenny say. ìSo shithead, now you know, donít mess with meî I quietly cried my self to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------ COMING SOON TO A COMPUTER NEAR YOU ìTINAíS REVENGEî ---------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------