From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Reform School Spanking
Date: 1 Apr 1995 06:27:26 GMT

     Maria, until this moment, had decided that this reform

school wasn't so bad of a place.  Three months ago, on her

sixteenth birthday, as a matter of fact, she and a friend had

decided to celebrate by buying a bag of pot.  They had worked up

the nerve to approach Israel, a young man with a big reputation. 

He agreed to sell an eighth for only $40.00 ("Call it a birthday

sale," he had said).  The bought three bags.  Things would have

worked out fine, if they had waited to get back to Maria's house

before lighting up.  Maria had produced one of her father's old

tobacco pipes and they filled it while parked on 50th Avenue.  As

it was their first time, they didn't know how much to put in. 

So, instead of just waiting until they could call one of their

friends who had indulged before, Maria packed it full.  When they

had smoked all of it, they started for home.  They didn't get

four blocks before a police car had spotted them and pulled them

over for what the officer supposed was a drunk driver.  What a

surprise when he encountered two giggling girls who were offering

him some of Maria's birthday surprise.

     Thus, Maria ended up in the County Reform School for Girls. 

She didn't know where her friend ended up, but at the moment she

really didn't care.  She was waiting in a small room with four

other girls awaiting to be taken to _The Place_.  Maria

remembered well the first day of her arrival.  She, and about

twenty other girls (all ranging from thirteen to seventeen years

of age), were herded into an auditorium to listen to the opening

lecture.

     "Young ladies," the woman who supervised the school began,

"I do not care why you are here.  The important fact is that you

are here, and here you will stay until you are released by the

state."

     The woman picked up an object off of a table next to her. 

"Some of you know that this facility is reputed to be the

toughest on discipline.  This is the reason why."  The head

mistress held up a wooden paddle.  "We do not tolerate

misbehavior and such endeavors are rewarded with corporal

punishment."

     The head mistress placed the paddle on the table, letting it

hit with a resounding crack as it went down.  "Now before any of

you get the idea that such an action might be against the law,

you should know that nothing in the constitution prevents a

public school teacher from paddling a pupil.  The Supreme Court

of the United States ruled this in April of 1977.  Since this is

a reform school paid for by state funds, we come under the

classification of a 'public school.'"

     Since that lecture, Maria had worked hard to "be good."  She

knew that at least five to six girls each day were singled out

for breaking some rule or another.  Each of these girls were led

across the yard to a small building.  When they came out, they

were, almost all of the time, in tears and rubbing their bottoms. 

Nobody would talk about the punishments.  Reputedly, they were

told that if they told about what they went through in that small

building, their name or names would be placed on the punishment

list every day until their release.  It worked.  Nobody talked.

     As stated, Maria was careful to keep her name off of the

punishment list, but her roommate had smuggled in a bottle of

whiskey and, as luck would have it, a matron walked in and

discovered the bottle.  Maria claimed that the bottle was her

roommate, Cheryl's.  Cheryl claimed that it was Maria's.  Since

neither girl had been in trouble at the institution before, it

was decided that both would receive the punishment.  Both names

were placed on he list, and at 3:00, when all girls were to

assemble in the auditorium, five names were read aloud, including

Maria's and Cheryl's.

     Now the girls waited.  As fate would have it, none of the

girls had been here before, so none knew what to expect.  They

soon found out.  A large matron came into the room and took the

girls to another, much larger room.  To Maria, it looked like

some kind of Mad Scientist's laboratory.  There were four tables

in all.  One looked to be a plain table and the other three each

had leather manacles at all four corners.  On one wall was a

variety of paddles, though most looked brand new, a few were worn

from use.  On the opposite wall was a large chart listing a

variety of offenses and numbers.  The other walls were bare.

     "When I call your name, say 'Here,'" the matron said.

     All five names were called again and the matron nodded and

checked off each name, then opened the door.  The head mistress

and two other women entered.

     "Ladies," the head mistress said after looking at the list,

"please remove all of your garments, fold them neatly, and place

them on the table to your right."

     No one moved.  The couldn't believe it.

     "NOW!!" the head mistress bellowed.  Two of the girls

started crying immediately, but all complied.  Soon there were

five naked girls, each about fifteen or sixteen, standing in a

row, awaiting their next orders.

     "Cheryl Austin," the head mistress said, "please step up to

this table."

     Maria's roommate did, and the two women who came in with the

head mistress began to lock her wrists and ankles into position. 

When they were finished, they stepped back and each of the other

four girls saw that poor Cheryl was lying spread eagle, her soft

buttocks pointed skyward, and totally helpless.

     "Cheryl Austin, as you can well see on the chart in front of

you, drinking alcoholic substances and/or using illegal narcotics

ranks as the number one slot.  Anything worse than that, such as

killing a fellow student is punished by sending the offender off

to the Women's State Correctional Facility.  You have managed to

commit the worst crime punishable here."

     Now all of the girls, except Maria, were searching for their

transgression among the list of offenses.  The head mistress

continued to give a lengthy lecture on the evils of alcohol, then

read off the sentence.

     "For your transgression, and as you can see on the chart,

you will receive one hundred strikes to the bare buttocks with a

wooden paddle.  The strikes will be delivered in groups of ten

with a ten second interval between groups.  Any attempt at

resistance will increase the punishment by half.  Do you

understand?"

     Cheryl nodded, tears streaming down her face.

     "Then let it begin."  The head mistress walked to the side

of the table and began paddling Cheryl.  The cracks of wood

against bare skin echoed through the small room.  Each of the

other four girl's buttcheeks twitched with each smack.  By the

end of he first ten, Cheryl was bawling uncontrollably.  By the

end of the next ten, she was howling.  Finally the ordeal ended. 

Cheryl was released and told to return to her place in the line. 



     Each of the other four felt so helpless.  It was bad enough

to know what was about to happen, but to stand there, in full

nudity, watching someone else receive what they themselves were

about to receive was too much.  None of the girls in the room had

punishments of less than fifty strikes.  Indeed, there were only

two punishments that merited only twenty-five.  All of the rest

listed were fifty and above.

     "Maria Goldwyn," the head mistress announced.  Please step

up to the table."

     Maria's legs quivered as she approached.  She fell on her

knees and begged forgiveness.  She promised that she would never

do such a thing again.  She promised them everything, if only

they would not do this.  The head mistress was unmoved, and the

two women strapped her to the table.

     Maria lay there, a faint breeze flowing between her

widespread legs.  She gave each bond a tug, but they were all

secure.  The head mistress began the same speech that Cheryl had

received.  Maria wasn't listening.  She was crying out inside at

the unfairness of it.  Cheryl deserved what she had received, but

Maria was only an innocent victim.

     "I said do you understand," the head mistress shouted,

jarring Maria back to reality.  Maria nodded, but saw that it was

too late.

     "For lack of attention, your punishment is increased by

twenty-five strikes."

     Maria wailed, but the head mistress was already moving to

her side, paddle in hand.

     There seemed an eternal wait.  Maria, while in this

position, couldn't even clench her buttcheeks together.  The wait

continued, then, in a burst of ten strikes, the punishment began.

     Each smack caused her pretty buns to shake like Jell-O.  She

yelped with each strike.  Each hit of the horrible spanking

caused sharp nettles of pain to shoot up her spine.  And that was

only ten.

     The next ten came after an eternity.  In a detached part of

her mind, she recognized the reason for the ten second wait

between the sets of ten strikes.  It was giving the mind and body

a chance to realize what incredible pain it was receiving.  She

had heard about some girls who liked this and made it a point to

be on the list quite regularly, but Maria did not like it at all. 

She was having her ass blistered for something she had not done

and she was in a lot of pain.  She couldn't even think about

revenge because if she was caught doing something again, she

would end up back here with her bare ass stuck up in the air and

receiving another ass blistering.

     The third set of ten produced the howling that Cheryl had

done.  The pain was too much.  She knew her ass must have been

redder than a Marlboro box.  My God, this was only thirty.  There

were ninety-five more hits to go.

     The fourth and fifth sets of ten seemed much worse.  The

head mistress must be putting everything she had into each set of

ten that she did.  That also could explain the ten second wait,

to allow the head mistress to catch her breath between swats.

     After one hundred and twenty-five swats, the tears were

flowing so freely that Maria could not see.  She was screaming by

now.  When they undid her, she rubbed her well-blistered ass,

feeling the immense heat that was radiating from her cherry red

bottom.  She screamed insults and barbs at her tormentors, and

even kicked the head mistress.  She was immediately grabbed by

the two woman and was placed, screaming and kicking, back onto

the table.

     "For that," the head mistress spat out, "you will receive

the original punishment again, plus two penalties for resistance. 

Two hundred swats to be delivered in sets of fifty with a fifteen

second interval between each set."  The punishment began again.

     Maria screamed and bawled her heart out, but nothing would

stop the head mistress.  After the first set, the head mistress

complained of her shoulder and handed the paddle to one of the

other women.  The last three sets were delivered by a fresh arm

that delivered even more power to each hit.

     When she was finally released to return to her place in

line, Maria couldn't stop bawling.  The pain was incredible.  She

wondered if her ass would ever be the same.

     The two remaining girls were frightened out of their minds. 

Maria's ass was a horrible sight.  There was no part of it that

was a normal pink color.  All of it was red, and, in fact, a good

share of it was turning black and blue.  Maria ended up spending

the next three days standing during classes and meals.  She had

to lay on her stomach to sleep at night and if she rolled over,

the pain would shoot up her spine, immediately rousing her.

     The head mistress looked at the list.  "Jennifer Johnson,

you are next."