From: ginger30@aol.com (Ginger30)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: School for Girls
Date: 27 Jul 1994 03:53:19 -0400

                           School For Girls - Part 1

 "A substitute!"  The excited whisper ran through the classroom.
 "Miss. Fitch is to be out for the whole month!"  One plump blonde said
knowingly as the other girls leaned toward her.  "There was an illness in
her family."
 "Do you have anymore to add, Miss?" A firm voice asked from behind the
cluster of fourteen year olds.  "Or are you all ready to take your seats?"
 The girls whirled to find a lovely young woman regarding them sternly,
her head tipped slightly to one side as if awaiting an answer.   All
twelve students scrambled to find their places as the young substitute
made her way to the raised platform at the front of the class.
 "I am Miss. St. George."  She said in a sweetly husky voice.  "You will
be my students until Miss Fitch returns.  We do not know when that will
be, so, in the meantime, you will not regard me as a substitute but as
your teacher, which means you will obey me as such.  Do I make myself
understood?"
 "Yes, Miss."  The class responded instantly.
 After giving a brief introduction to herself, Miss St. George added,
almost as an afterthought, "I think it only fair to warn you that I employ
just one method of punishment in my classroom.  If you misbehave, you will
be spanked."
 The class was absolutely silent for several heartbeats.  The girls were
not surprised by Miss St. George's method of discipline.  This was 1890
and such measures were common at Miss Cameron's School for Girls. 
However, none of their previous teachers had been quite so young or
beautiful.  And in that moment of silence, more than one girl was trying
to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by such a sweet looking
creature. 
 Miss St. George gave a wry smile, as if she could read their thoughts. 
"The experience will be humiliating and unpleasant, I assure you. 
However, I find that nothing improves a big girl's behavior like a sound
spanking on the bare bottom.  I hope I shall never have to demonstrate
this in your class.  But before I let this issue drop, I want to show you
something." 
 From out of her satchel, Miss St. George drew a large wooden hairbrush. 
She handed it to a pretty brunette in the front row.  "Take a good look at
it," she instructed cooly, "and then, pass it to the girl behind you.  I
want each of you to see and touch what will be applied vigorously to your
backside if you are naughty in my class."
The hairbrush was passed quickly from student to student as Miss St.
George laid out her lesson plans.  No girl wanted to hold the fierce
looking implement for more than a second or two, although all were
fascinated by it as well as by the lovely woman who threatened to make use
of it.  There was a collective sigh of relief when finally, Miss St.
George tucked the brush into the top drawer of her new desk.
The first week of class went along smoothly.  The girls were delighted
with their new teacher's passion for literature and history and her
encouragement of lively discussions.  She was witty too and on more than
one occasion she had the class laughing loudly.  There was one tense
moment when Miss St. George discovered a silly drawing of another teacher
that Cynthia had done.  The girls grew wide eyed with apprehension as she
studied the ridiculous sketch but then all Miss St. George did was hand it
back to Cynthia and suggest she practice her art work at home instead of
the class room.
"See, I told you she was bluffing."  said Emily, a pretty golden haired
girl, as she drew the other girls to her after lunch break during the
second week.  "She's not going to spank us.  She's not even old enough to
spank us."
"She's at least as old as my governess," Ruby interjected.  "And she still
spanks me."
 "You still have a governess?"  Emily sneered.
 "Who spanks you?!"  Another girl giggled.
 "Well, not often." Ruby's firm little chin took on a defensive tilt. 
"And besides, my sister, Pearl, is sixteen and Papa used his belt on her
just last night."

                           School for Girls - Part 2
"He didn't!"
 "He did," Ruby assured them.  "Right in his study bent over the settee."
 "No!" exclaimed Grace, with a toss of her brown curls.  "Not downstairs
where the servants could hear."
 "You could hear Pearl from anywhere in the house, she was yelling so
loudly."
Flame-haired Louise chuckled and took Ruby's hand.  Emily, however, put
her small nose in the air and sneered, "How perfectly awful.  How
perfectly common." 
 "What are you talking about Emily Lamb?"  Ruby stood with her hands on
her slightly rounded hips.  " I happen to know that your papa spanked you
just last week."
 "You know no such thing!"  Emily also stood.  She had several inches over
the petite Ruby.
 "I do so.  Your mother told mine that your papa--"
 Ruby never got to finish her sentence because Miss St. George swept into
the room at just that moment.  The girls scrambled for their seats and
sang out a "Good afternoon, Miss St. George."
 "Good afternoon, girls."  She replied.  "As you know today is your
mid-session exam."  She continued despite the gasps and protests.  "Now I
know Miss Finch scheduled this test before her leave, however, I also know
I did not remind you of it.  This was because I only discovered Miss
Fitch's syllabus yesterday.  So, you will take the exam but when I grade
them I will keep in mind that most of you, in all likelihood, did not
study for it."
Wails of "It's not fair!" went up across the room.  But Miss St. George
was unmoved.  She handed out the test and demanded silence.
 In a small voice, Ruby whispered to her best friend, "Louise, I studied."
 Louise grinned in gratitude as Ruby slid her examination book to the side
of her desk where her friend could easily see it.  Within moments every
one of the ten girls positioned herself to see a neighbor's paper, the
originating source of information being Ruby.  All the while Miss St.
George sat in the front of room with her head bent over the papers she was
grading, only glancing up occasionally.
 Ten minutes before the end of the class Miss St. George collected the
tests and asked, "How many of you feel you did well on today's exam?"
 All ten girls raised hands, only to lower them again in surprise when
Miss St. George dropped their examination booklets into the trash bin.
 "I had not planned to grade your tests at all, merely use them to find
out what subjects we needed to cover more thoroughly."  She sent a cold
look out over the class.
 "Aren't you going to look at them?"  Ruby squeaked.
 Chilly blue eyes affixed themselves to the girl until she began to
squirm.  "No, Ruby," Miss St. George said in an awful voice, "I already
know you are weak in American history."  
 Ruby reddened, opening and closing her mouth several times.  At that,
Miss St. George went to her desk and drew out her terrible hairbrush. 
Ruby burst into tears.  "Oh please, Miss St. George.  Please don't spank
me!"
 "Be quiet, Ruby.  Be quite this instant."
 Ruby tried to stifle her sobs by biting into her fist.  Not one of the
other girls looked at her, nor did they raise their eyes to Miss St.
George.  Instead, every girl in that room was studying the top of her
desk, trying desperately to disappear from view.
"You must all think me a great fool, is that it?"  No one dared to answer
the furious young woman.  "Did you think I wouldn't see your notes, your
mouthed answers, your exchange of booklets?  Mm?  Look at me when I am
speaking."
 Ten little faces rose slightly and winced at the flushed, angry
countenance of the teacher before them.
 "You will all do exactly what I tell you now or else I will bring Mr.
Culpepper in to see this job done right."  The threat of the school
administrator did the trick.  Every girl nodded her head obediently. 
"Stand up."  Miss St. George snapped.  Ten girls jumped to their feet. 
"Each of you will step in front of her desk and face the back wall.  Now."

                                 School for Girls - Part 3
 The girls were dismayed.  Pretty Emily's heart pounded in her ears as she
followed Miss St. George's commands.  Louise dared to steal a glance at
the still sniveling Ruby.  "Lift up your skirts and unfasten your
pantalets.  Let them drop to the floor.  The first girl to hesitate will
be spanked again tomorrow in front of the class."
The girls were quick to do as they were told.  Even proud Grace had her
drawers puddled around in ankles within seconds.  "Now lift up your skirts
in the front and bend over your desks.  Good.  Reach behind you, pull the
back of your skirt up and tuck it into your waistband.  Now!  I want to
see ten bare bottoms in this room ready to be spanked!"
 The students no longer responded to her commands in silence.  There were
soft moans and small whimpers as the white flesh of their backsides was
slowly revealed.  From her position on the dias, Miss St. George had a
superb view of twenty quivering buttocks.  "Place your hands on your
chairs on the other side of your desk.  You are not to let go of your seat
until I have finished spanking every naughty bottom in this class.  Do I
make myself clear?"
 There were a few murmured assents.
 "I asked if you understood me."
 "Yes, Miss St. George."  The girls rang out, most being able to see the
goosepimpled flesh of a bottom in front of them as well as a hint of pink
lips and nether curls.  In a way, Ruby thought, it is a fascinating
position to be in.  When else does one get such a close view of another
girl's genitalia.  Her thoughts did not rest on this long as Miss St.
George was making her between the first and second row of desks.
At the end of the first row, was Trudy, a plump blonde know-it-all.  Her
pale, fat bottom billowed out from her skirts as her well developed young
breasts spilled over the front edge of the desk.  Miss St. George
purposely began her task in the back of the room so that the next girl in
line would have a good view of what she had coming.  The determined, young
teacher grasped the back of Trudy's skirt and balled it tightly in her
left hand.  She swung her right, holding the wicked hairbrush, high above
her shoulder and brought it swooping down, where it landed with a loud
WHACK on the undercurve of Trudy's buttocks.
 "Yeeeooww!"  Trudy screamed.  But she'd barely finished her noise when
the teacher's next blow connected, this time squarely on the blubbering
girl's right buttock.  Trudy grasped the edges of her chair tightly,
collapsed all of her weight onto the desk and began to kick wildly.  Miss
St. George held onto the girl's skirts firmly, continuing to WHACK down on
the girl's bounding seat as Trudy screamed aloud.
 When the teacher had turned every inch of the bottom flesh before her a
hot crimson, she released her hold on Trudy.  The girl did not realize the
ordeal was over at first and continued to cry and kick for another full
minute.  Finally she settled down into pitiful wails.  "Do not remove your
hands from your chair."  Miss St. George directed as she carefully tucked
Louise's skirts up more securely. 
 Feeling the stroke of the teacher's cool fingers across her skin and
seeing Trudy's shaking red buttocks before her, sent Louise into a panic. 
She could not be punished like this, she could not!  The first THWACK
across her backside informed her otherwise.  Louise ground down on her
teeth, refusing to make the spectacle of herself that Trudy had.  WHACK!
WHACK!  WHACK!  And soon, Louise was sobbing, begging, and rolling her
hips to and fro.
Miss St. George noted with almost scientific interest that the redhead's
skin flushed to an angry hue much quicker than Trudy's had.  She wondered
if the sting was also more acute.  But Louise's round little bum squirmed
no more violently than any other student Miss St. George had spanked in
her short career as a teacher.

                            School for Girls - Part 4
Her third victim was a raven haired beauty, Orianna, at the back of the
second row.  Miss St. George laid her palm delicately on the small of
Orianna's back and rubbed the hairbrush across the girl's hind quarters
for a moment before she began the spanking.  Orianna did not cry out as
the others had.  Instead she drew in air with a hiss at each SMACK her
teacher delivered.  She kept her feet firmly on the floor and gripped the
seat of her chair so tightly her knuckles showed white.  As the spanking
increased in intensity, harder swats at a faster pace, Orianna's sucking
breaths turned to loud grunts as she fought to keep control of herself
until finally she too was reduced to a kicking, sobbing little girl who
cried, "I'M SOOOORRRRRY! OHHH PLEEEAAASE MISS!!" at the top of her lungs.
 Before beginning the next spanking, Miss St. George paused to roll up the
sleeves of her shirt waist blouse.  Her breathing was uneven as she licked
her pink lips and smoothed a curl back into place.  It was a strenuous
task she had set herself.
 Ruby watched all this with a feeling that could only be described as
excitement.  She knew she was next and her whole body flushed at the
thought.  She met Miss St. George's eyes briefly before the teacher
positioned herself to Ruby's left side.  Ruby felt the movement of air
when Miss St. George lifted her arm.  When the SMACK came, Ruby kept her
gaze locked on the glistening pink of Orianna's sex, it reminded her of a
lips waiting to be kissed.  SMACK! SMACK!  One on either buttock.  Even
though she'd begun to moan, Ruby forced her eyes to stay open, fastened in
front of her.
 With each hot, stinging blow that Miss St. George delivered to her thighs
and bottom, Ruby became more aware of her own sex, a voluptuous throb
between her legs.  By accident, she ground her hips forward into the edge
of the desk.  It was the natural impulse of cringing from the blow but had
the effect of electricity on a part of her she hadn't known existed until
that very moment.  As the teacher's spanks concentrated on one spot, the
curve where her bottom melded into her thighs, Ruby gasped aloud, threw
back her head and cried out in wild abandon as she rocked the mound of her
sex into the varnished wood of her desk.  As she lay collapsed across her
desk in a rosy hot bliss, Ruby was only dimly aware her spanking had ended
and that Miss St. George had moved on to a squealing Grace. 
After setting five bottoms ablaze, Miss St. George decided to rest her
arm.  She propped herself on the edge of her desk and admired her
handiwork.  "Stay in position until I tell you to move."  She growled as a
few of the girls yet to be spanked peeked over their shoulders at her. 
She could not deny the pleasure shooting through her belly at the sight of
all those naughty bottoms presented up to her.  Her own pantalets were
growing quite moist as she watched the wiggling squirms of the already
chastised girls.  Clearly they wanted to rub the sting out of their poor
poor buttocks but not one dared to reach back and try it.  Well, she had
places of her own she wanted to rub.  But that would just have to wait. 
She stood and resumed the task at hand.
 She moved down the third row, chose a student at random and slipped her
fingers into the waistband of the girl's skirt.  Miss St. George loved
watching the clench of frightened buttocks.  She prolonged the moment
purposely to admire Amy's skittish movements as the girl crossed and
uncrossed her ankles, peeked back over her shoulder and tightened her
flanks once again.  "Relax your bottom, Amy.  That's right.  I want you to
count each stroke out loud."
SMACK!! Went the hairbrush and Amy emitted a loud squeak.  "One." 
THWACK!! "OWW! Two!"  WHACK!!  "AHH!  THREE!"  And so it continued until
Amy's counting was almost unintelligible amongst her sobs.  However, only
when her bottom was a deep shade of red, did Miss St. George end the
spanking.

                             School for Girls - Part 5
When she was just finishing off the last girl, across the rows of crimson
and bruised buttocks, Miss St. George caught sight of Emily with her hand
on her reddened cheeks, rubbing away the sting.  "Stand up Emily!"  The
girl looked over to her in horror.  "I said 'STAND UP!'"
Emily sprang up, her skirt still tucked into the back of her waistband. 
"Go to my chair and move it to the center of the platform.  Now."  Tears
poured down Emily cheeks and her pretty mouth opened to beg.  A quick
shake of Miss St. George's head warned her against it.  Emily did as she
was told and moved the chair.
 "The rest of you may stand and face the front now.  Your hands are to
remain at your sides until you leave this classroom."
 The girls turned to see Emily, despondent, standing beside the teacher's
chair.  "Because Emily dared to rub her bottom when I specifically told
you all to keep your hands on your chairs, she will be receiving another
spanking which you all may watch."
 Miss St. George sat in the straight backed chair and pulled the sobbing
girls across her lap.  "Hold onto the legs of the chair, Emily."  She
instructed as she grasped her firmly around the waist.  The hairbrush went
up and came down in a wide, swooping arc bouncing loudly off of Emily's
right thigh. 
 "AHHHH!" Emily's head jerked up, her mouth opened wide and she
practically sang out her cry.  WHACK! SMACK! SPLAT! Went the hairbrush,
spanning Emily's pert bottom with broad, heavy strokes.  Up, down, up,
down, Miss St. George's arm seemed almost mechanized as she spanked the
screeching girl.  Emily's legs kicked out spasmodically in reaction to the
pain.
Miss St. George's muscles were tiring, but there was a glorious pleasure
in holding the warm, squirming girl.  As Emily rocked her hips back and
forth vainly trying to avoid the fiery strokes of the hairbrush, she
unconsciously but rhythmically pressed her hipbone into the young
teacher's groin.  Miss St. George bit her bottom lip and spanked on,
despite the tight desire in her breasts and sex.
 The other girls watched in awe as every last ounce of saucy pride was
spanked out of Miss Emily Lamb.  When she was finally allowed up from Miss
St. George's knee, Emily grabbed her buttocks, one in each hand, while
continuing to screech, and hopped up and down in a mad little dance.  Miss
St. George stood and gave Emily's arm a shake.  "Pick up your drawers and
go back to your desk."
 The stomping, howling girl took no notice of her teacher until she
received another smack to her already thoroughly spanked backside.  Then
she found her pantalets, where they'd been kicked across the dias and
twisted them in her hands.
"You may lower your skirts now, girls."  Miss St. George leaned back
against her desk and studied the tear stained faces before her.  There was
still some snuffling but only Emily was still openly crying.  "Tomorrow
morning I expect each of you to hand me a letter from your parents which
will state, 'I am aware that my daughter was caught cheating on an exam in
school today.  I am also aware that she received a paddling for such an
offense.'  This letter is to be signed by at least one of your parents.  
Does anyone have any questions about this?"
 All ten girls looked horrified by this pronouncement and Miss St. George
knew most of them could expect another spanking at home tonight because of
it.  She was unsympathetic, however, and not one of the girls dared to
plead with her about the required letter.
 As they marched out of the classroom only moments later, there were no
whispers, no secrets or giggling.  They were, in total, a thoroughly
chastised group of young ladies.



Hope you enjoyed it.
Ginger