Subject: Schmitzblicker College, Parts 1-7
From: kelley_lynn@hotmail.com
Date: 14 Apr 1995 07:37:03 -0400
(Note: parts 1 and 2 are Reposts of Spellman College, Parts 1 and 2)
Courtney had no idea what she wanted to do after high school. Actually she couldn't see beyond getting out of high school! She hated school! It was such a waste of valuable social time. And she prided herself on being able to pass without so much as opening a single book. Of course she passed with C's and D's, but she still passed.
Her parents used to be disappointed, but they gave up hope for her academic success years ago. As much as they would have liked to see their daughter go on to college, they knew she didn't stand a chance of getting in anywhere but a community college, and even then she wouldn't apply herself anyway.
So when Ms. Baron, the guidance counselor at Courtney's high school called Mr. Coolridge one morning to suggest a school called Schmitzblicker College, he was quite taken aback, to say the least.
"But Ms. Baron, Courtney hasn't received a grade higher than a C since she was in elementary school!"
"But Mr. Coolridge, she has the *potential* for A's and B's. Her aptitude test scores show that she's not applying herself anywhere near where she should be."
"Well, if she doens't have the desire to apply herself now, what makes you think she's going to apply herself then and there? I'm not going to waste my money on some fancy private school when she's only going to flunk out of it."
"but she won't, Mr. Coolridge. Schmitzblicker College specialized in students like your daugther. The only scores they require are aptitude tests and they only accept those who do have motivation and achievement deficiencies. They have a ninety percent success rate and after completing the two year liberal arts program, their graduates have gon on to successfully complete their bachelor degrees at many of the top schools. Please consider it, Mr. Coolridge. I'll send you the information today."
And a few days later, it was all settled. Courtney was furious. She hadn't planned on going to college in the first place. but her parents were adamant, and threatened to kick her out after graduation if she didn't at least give it a try.
And that was where she was now, at Schmitzblicker, in her dorm room. Her parents left a few hours ago and she had finished unpacking her things. Well, she'd have her own room anyway. She noted that everyone had their own room and wondered why. She supposed that the answer was in that monster-sized handbook she was given and told to read before the floor meeting at seven, but she didn't feel like reading a bunch of rules. this whole place was some sort of prison. She wasn't allowed a car on campus, wasn't allowed to even *leave* campus for the first two weeks, no phone for the first two weeks either, and they had to stay in their rooms until seven that evening as well. It was like being grounded for no reason.
At seven she and the other girls on the floor assembled into the lounge There were only twelve girls in all, including Courtney. She wondered how many had been here last year.
A man was standing in the center ot the room. He was about 5'10 or 11. His chestnut hair looked as though it wanted to curl, but was cut so it wouldn't. He had very blue eyes and was fairly young. Courtney wondered who he was and what relation he had to the floor. A few girls smiled and said hello, and he briefly conversed with them about what they did over the summer. "must be from last year..." Courtney thought. One tall blonde with very pretty green eyes told him it was two weeks after finals before she was able to sit comfortably. They laughed together. "Must be some private joke..." Courtney supposed.
Everyone sat down except the man. He cleared his throat and there was silence. "Hello, and welcome to the fourth floor of Goodwin Hall. For those who don't know me, my name is Alex and I am the floor monitor and disciplinarian. I'm sure you have read all about our rules and regulations in the handbook you were told to read, so I'm going to ask you about them. Christie, Susan, Melanie, Carrie, Jen and Claudia were students here last year so they are excused from this exercise as they are quite familiar with the rules already. I'm sure they could tell you from hard experience that it is best if you learn the rules and follow them right away, as learning the hard way is a difficult and painful process."
The six new girls looked at each other. He couldn't be serious! Not one of them had read the handbook, who ever reads those things?
Alex looked at Courtney. "We'll start with you first and go around. Tell us your name first then answer the question. What time is curfew on weekdays?"
Courtney hesitated. "My name is Courtney...and curfew is...ten?"
"Wrong. Students are required to be back in the dorms by six. I'll see you in your room after this. Now..." Alex started turning to the next girl. "What's the one exception to curfew time?"
"Ummmm..." the petite girl with her brown hair in a cute bob began.. "My name is Rachel and the one exception is...I really don't know..."
"The one exception is approved extra-ciricular activities for which you must inform me of before you join." Alex sighed. "I see I have my work cut out of me this evening. I'll see you in your room as well." He turned to the next girl. "How many unexcused absences are you allowed in any class?"
The shy blonde looked very nervous. She faltered as she began. "M-My name is K-Karen and..." Susan took pity on her and started to shake her head and mouth "none" to her, but as Karen was straining to read her lips, Alex turned and caught Susan in the act.
"Well, Susan, I've seen you've quickly forgotten what my visits are like. I'll refresh your memory by seeing you in your room as well."
Susan's eyes started to water. How she hated Alex's punishments!
"Wait a minute!" Courtney interjected, her curiosity and frustration finally getting the better of her. "What are these 'visits' anyway?"
"Well, if you had read the handbook as you were supposed to have done, young lady, you would have found out that there is only one method of discipline used here, and that is corporal punishment. Namely bare-bottom spankings. They can range from hand-spankings to canings or birchings in more severe cases. And as your disciplinarian on this floor, I am judge, jury and executioner. Your parents knew about this, but were instructed not to tell you and they *all* agreed to it before sending their checks, so don't get the impression that you can cry home to them about your situation here. All of you are here because your achievements fall extremely short of your capabilities and your parents clearly had no idea how to remedy taht situation earlier, so it is in our hands now. I guarantee you that each and evey one of you will meet the goals I set out for you grade-wise, and for once in your lives you will work up to your respective potentials. Now before any more of my time is wasted, did *any* of you read the handbook?"
The remaining three shook their heads, eyes wide with fear and disbelief.
"I didn't think so. Well things are going to change with you, just as they changed with these six over here. Now everyone to their rooms and I will be in to discuss what is expected of you grade-wise this semester and to deal with the matter of your not being able to follow instructions. And Susan...you and I are going to have a long discussion over my knee about blatant interference with my methods."
Susan cringed and walked slowly to her room as did everyone else. Courtney couldn't believe it! He was actually going to spank her? She had never been spanked in her life and she certainly was not going to allow it to happen now. She could prevent it, couldn't she? Courtney wasn't so sure, however, and she nervously sat on her bed and waited for Alex to knock on her door. In the distance, she could hear a steady smacking sound which must have been coming from Susan's room and the sounds of her sobs and pleading. Courtney felt butterflies in her stomach and her hands went cold with fear.
[Part 2]
Courtney sat on her bed in apprehension of what was to come. She could hear Alex making his way down the hall to the different rooms. There would be five or ten minutes of silence then she would hear the inevitable steady slapping rhythm interspersed with the cries and pleas of one of her floor-mates. He couldn't really spank her, could he? Not if she didn't let him. Why should she let him? this was ridiculous, the whole school. So they're just going to beat good grades out of us? Well, not while she still had a breath in her body, they wouldn't.
Of course, whether she had a breath available was debatable as Alex knocked on her door. Her heart stopped momentarily and with a shaky voice, Courtney replied "come in."
Alex entered and pulled her desk chair out and sat down, facing Courtney's bed, where she was sitting, hugging her knees to her chin. He opened a folder and handed her a sheet from it.
"Courtney Coolridge, right? Inquisitive little thing if I do recall our floor meeting a hour ago. Well I hope you've looked over your handbook since and were able to answer some of your questions."
"You can't do this to us, you know. You have no right, whatsoever."
Alex smiled. "Do what, Courtney."
Courtney blanched. "you know..."
"No, what? Tell me. What can't I do?"
He was going to make her say that word. Courtney's face started to grow hot and she muttered, "you can't spank us."
"Well, I seem to be having a pretty high success rate for something I supposedly can't do, wouldn't you say, young lady? I told you at the floor meeting, and I'll tell you again, your parents had full knowledge of our methods before they brought you here. They spent years watching you consistently fail to live up to your academic potential and they want to do something to help you. Now as long as behave, go to class, pay attention, do your homework, study and basically abide by our rules, you aren't going to have much of a problem. But, like most new students, you managed to disobey the first order we gave you, which was to read the handbook. therefore, you will be spanked for that. Now, before I give you your spanking, I want to discuss what grades I expect."
"You aren't going to spank me and I'll get whatever grades I get, regardless of what you expect of me. In fact, I'm not even going to stay here to get any grades! I'm leaving!"
"Really now? Well, then tell me Courtney, where are you planning on going? Your parents spent thousands of dollars for you to come here, I should think you would be grateful that they care enough about you to do this. And having spent so much non-refundable money, I highly doubt they'll welcome you back with open arms after you spent a few hours here. Naturally, they'll want their money's worth. And Courtney, " Alex moved in closer to finish his sentence. "I'm here to make sure they get just that."
Courtney's eyes grew wide. Alex was right. Her parents weren't going to take any more excuses from her, especially since they were so enthusiastic about this place to begin with. They knew about the spankings all along? Well, she may have to stay here, but there was no way anyone was going to lay a finger on her.
"Fine. But you *won't* spank me."
"we'll see about that, my dear, now what I just handed you is your class schedule and my expectations based on your aptitude test scores. As you can see I expect A's in History, English, and Spanish, and B's or higher in Chemistry and Algebra. Don't worry, all professors are expected to keep me updated yours and every other young ladies' progress on this floor. You will be spanked for being late to class, missing class without verified medical excuse, not completing homework assignments, bad test grades, and anything else you do that might get in the way of achieving these goals. And, those who *dare* earn grades lower than their expectations will receive a severe caning in front of the entire dorm at the end of the semester. Do i make myself clear?"
Courtney glared at Alex and said nothing.
"And another thing young lady, and this is your first and only warning, I will not tolerate disrespect when I am talking to you. When I am here to punish you, as is the case now, you are to address me as 'sir.' Understood?"
Courtney again said nothing.
"Fine, we'll begin your spanking now, and you will receive some of the strap this evening as well for your blatant show of disrespect."
"You aren't going to touch me!"
"Courtney, you can either cooperate with me now, or I will get another disciplinarian and we will restrain you and spank you in front of the entire floor...do you want that?"
Courtney looked down to the ground. "No."
"No, what?"
"No, sir"
"All right then. Come over to my right side."
courtney slowly got up and made her way to Alex's right side. It was then that she saw he had a hairbrush with him.
"You aren't going to spank me with that, are you?"
"You think I could spank all of you with my hand? You're the ones who are suppossed to be punished, not me."
Courtney blanched and then Alex said...
"Well, young lady, I'm waiting."
Courtney started to put herself over Alex's lap, but he stopped he her with his hands on her shoulders.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Courtney looked exasperated. "You said you were waiting!"
"for you to pull your jeans and panties down young lady."
"No! Not on my bare bottom, you don't!"
"Courtney, what did I say earlier? The method of discipline here is bare-bottom spankings. Now if you're going to be difficult, we can make this public..."
"oh, all right..." and Courtney slowly undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.
"Panties too. And you will do this without being prompted every step of the way next time, miss."
And Courtney did that slowly too, and placed her hands in front of her.
"arms at your sides."
Courtney hesitantly did so, horribly self conscious of being bare from the waist down in front of this man.
Alex grabbed hold of her arm and guided her over his knee. He placed his strong left arm around her waist and gripped the hairbrush in his right hand. He held it over her bottom and with one sharp snap of the wrist, brought it down upon her never-before spanked bottom.
"OWWWW! That's hurts!"
"It's supposed to, dear." And with that Alex gave her a few more sharp smacks with the hairbrush. Courtney struggled and screamed. Alex built up the intensity and started bringing the hairbrush up higher and bringing it down faster as Courtney bucked and kicked on his lap. She brought her hand back to protect herself, but Alex quickly grabbed her wrist and said...
"You've just earned yourself another spanking tomorrow night, Courtney. Congratulations. And if you do anything else to interrupt this spanking, you'll get one every night this week."
Courtney started to cry at this. Never had she known such pain and humiliation. Alex continued spanking and scolding.
"I don't like your attitude, miss, and I have to say while many new students resist, there's always one who crosses the line, and I think you're the one this year. And you are going to spend this entire semester standing up if you don't realize that our rules are meant to be followed and with no exceptions. If you have to learn this the hard way, so be it."
the spanking lasted another five minutes, after which Courtney was shaking uncontrollably with sobs. Alex helped her off his lap and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Now what are you going to do when you are told to do something?"
Courtney sniffled and looked down. "I-I-I'll do it."
"You aren't going to argue or give me or anyone else any of your backtalk?"
Courtney shook her head. "N-n-no sir..."
"Good. Now you can bend over the back of this chair for you strapping."
Courtney's eyes widened and her lips parted, but Alex's blue eyes pierced her with a look that dared her to say something about it. Courtney was too afraid and sore to get herself in any more trouble, however.
Alex started to remove his belt as Courtney slowly bend over the chair as she was told. Alex moved behind her.
"Good girl. See you're learning already." and with that he swung the strap sharply across her upper thighs.
"Ouch! Oh, god!"
But Alex continued. "You are going SMACK to speak to CRACK em me or any of SMACK your professors CRACK or any other CRACK authority figure here SMACK with respect. You are not going CRACK to argue SMACK or threaten anyone CRACK or try to appeal anything CRACK."
The strapping continued and Alex warned Courtney to hold still for it. She tried, but it was so difficult! Still she wanted it to be over, so she did her best to stay still. Finally after what seemed to be an eternity, Alex put down the strap.
Courtney's bottom and thighs were bright red and had many welts from the strap criss-crossing the area. Alex gently told her to get up and get to bed. Courtney, her eyes brimming with tears, stepped out of her jeans and panties and simply laid on her stomach. Modesty wasn't much of a priority at this point.
"Courtney, I don't like to have to hurt you or anyone else here, but it is my job if discipline is needed. Please don't give me a reason to do it very often. You've earned another spanking tomorrow night for interfering with the one tonight, and I hope that will be the last spanking you will need in a while. Good night and I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that, Alex left the room and Courtney cried herself to sleep.
[Part 3]
Courtney's eyes snapped open to the disc jockey's annoyingly cheerful voice, "Good Morning! It's 6 AM on a beautiful September morning! High in the 90's today, with possible rain later this evening..."
Courtney groaned. Ouch! Her bottom felt as though it were 90 degrees itself. Well, probably a lot hotter than that, as you're average body as your average body temperature is 98.6 degrees. Where was she? Why was she here? What did she ever do to deserve ending up in a place like this?
Courtney cut the pity party short and got up to grab her robe. After last night, she didn't want to be late for her first class and give Alex yet another reason to spank her. She gathered her shower stuff and walked down to the bathroom. She could see the steam from a few feet away. "I guess everyone has early classes here..." courtney mused.
She entered the bathroom and selected an available shower stall. Courtney hopped in and turned the water as hot as it would go. "Oh man, this is just what I need, a nice, hot...ARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Courtney heard a giggle from the shower stall next to her. "Fuck her.
Fuck this stupid place!" Courtney grumbled as she frantically turned down the hot water and turned up the cold. She didn't realize what that hot water would do to her bottom. It was still smarting from the attack. Wow, mental note and a half! Courtney tried to enjoy the rest of her lukewarm shower, but it just wasn't the same as the super-hot showers she adored, well used to adore anyway.
She stepped out of the shower the same time the girl next to her did. Courtney looked to find out it was the tall blonde, Susan. The return student who got spanked for trying to help the new girl. "So you used to like hot showers?" she asked Courtney teasingly.
Courtney frowned. "This is ridiculous. Why on earth did you come back here if this is what it is like?"
"Because I'd be flipping burgers at the local McDonalds if I didn't. This place is for us, ummmm...what's your name again?"
"Courtney"
"Oh, right, well, Courtney, as I was saying, this place is for people liek us. People who never did well in academics, but could have been the class valedictorians in high school if we only picked up a book once in a while.
It's done wonders for me! In fact, I may be able to transfer into Mount Holyoke next year! A chance I wouldn't have had two years ago."
"This isn't some sort of wonder program! This is abuse! If your parents wanted you spanked, why didn't they do it, instead of spending all that money just to send you here for them to do it!"
Susan's eyes narrowed. "The same reason yours didn't. It's not just the spankings, though that is a big part of it, it's the whole environment. Tell me, at the age of eighteen, would you take your parents very seriously if they just started spanking you? Wouldn't you even be able to get out of it if they tried?"
Courtney thought about it for a minute. "I guess I wouldn't. But that's because women our age shouldn't be getting spanked in the first place!"
Susan smiled. "You'll see. I know your type. Cindy, believe it or not, was the same way last year. Now she's one of the best students here. You think you can somehow fight all this, but you'll only get tired doing it. Alex is here to see you get A's and he'll do it. And you don't want to find out what happens if you don't try your best to do so! We've better get going, we'll be late!"
Courtney was perplexed. She still didn't see how anyone was going to make her do anything. "By the way, why is everyone up at this hour anyway? do we all have 8 o'clock classes?"
"Yes. Part of the discipline of the place."
"Barbarians, I tell you. This place is just run by barbarians..." Courtney continued to grumble to herself as she walked down the hall to her room. Alex was walking down the hall towards Courtney.
"Good morning, sunshine! It's nice to see you up and getting ready for class. Have a good day, and I'll see you in your room this evening. Hopefully it will be the last time for a while..." Alex walked off and Courtney stuck her tongue out after him and opened her door to get ready for class.
Courtney made it to all her classes on time, and had lots of homework by the end of the day. She trudged back to the dorm that afternoon and threw her books on her desk as she sprung on her bed and sulked. "I hate this place, I hate this place..." she chanted to herself.
[Part 4]
Courtney sat on her bed and looked miserably out the window. She hated this school. Classes were boring, as they were in high school. She looked disdainfully at that sheet of paper that Alex showed her last night with the "expectations" of her grades. Screw that. If she flunked out of here this semester, she'd never have to come back.
Courtney rolled over on her side. Ouch! she had managed to push her bottom against the wall in the process of turning on her side. Well, no one was going to lay a finger on her tonight! She'd make sure of that. She was so angry with herself for allowing Alex to get away with that so easily. She didn't resist as nearly as much as she should have...hardly at all! What was it about him that gave her that feeling of fear. She felt brave until he walked into the room last night. There was something about him that made her fear him. Well, she'd just have to get over it.
So with that thought, her eyes started to grow heavy. It had been a fitful sleep the night before, and she was *so* tired. And she soon fell asleep.
But she was jolted awake by a sharp knock on her door.
"Omigod! What was that?" courtney looked around. her room was dark and the clock by her side read 8:00.
"Courtney?" Alex called from the other side of the door.
"come in..." courtney grumped as reality hit her yet again. God she hated this place!
Alex let himself in and snapped on the light. Courtney squinted as the brightness invaded the room. Alex walked over to her bed and pulled up a chair next to it, just as he did the night before.
"I take it you were sleeping. Have you started on any of your homework, yet?"
"What business is that of yours?"
Anger flashed in Alex's eyes. God, this one was one of the sassiest brats he'd dealt with in some time. But, Alex reflected, a challenge every once in a while was always fun. He drew his thin long lips into a slight smile, which brought a chill to Courtney.
"At this moment, none, my dear, as i haven't heard anything from your professors yet. but rest assured, miss coolridge, when those classes meet again on wednesday and you're not prepared, i *will* hear about it. Then it will become my business. And after two evenings of spankings, courtney, i'm sure you won't want another on wednesday.
Courtney took a deep breath. No, this wasn't going to happen again!
"I'm not going to get another spanking."
"well, than that will be your decision after tonight not to earn anymore. but you are going to get the one you have coming tonight."
"no, i'm not! you can't!"
"Courtney, courtney, courtney. We've been through this last night already. And i told you that i have ways of making sure i follow through with what i promised you. You aren't going to like those ways, young lady. So for your own sake, i suggest you get over to my side right now."
Courtney folded her arms against her chest. "No."
Alex sighed. "All right then, my dear. You're about to learn a very hard lesson about what happens to defiant young ladies at Schmitzblicker College. I'll be back for you." And with that, Alex got up and left the room.
Courtney ran for the door and locked it. She knew it probably wouldn't do much good, but she still wasn't going to let this happen. she was very scared. What was Alex going to do? What was going to be different when he came back?
Courtney had never been spanked by her parents. Why would they agree to such a thing now? Why was she here?
[Part 5]
Courtney looked around her room in terror. What was she going to do?!? She thought about making a run for it, but was afraid Alex would catch her or someone else would...and where would she go? She decided, quite irrationallyto hide in the room and maybe Alex would think she made a run for it...hmmm. Omigod! She could hear footsteps on the stairs! Quickly Courtney shut off the lights to her room and dove under the bed.
She heard the rattling of her doorknob. "Courtney? Open this door, you're only making it worse on yourself!"
Courtney didn't answer. Maybe he would go away.
"Dan you got the key? I could go back to my room to get mine." she heard. Who the hell was Dan? And why was he keying into her room?!
She heard the door open and two pairs of feet entered her room, from what she could see under the bed. Alex snapped on the light.
"Think she ran off?" the other man, who was supposedly named Dan, asked.
"No, I asked Cindy to watch the room. She would have told me if she had done that. She's gotta be in here..." And just then, Alex saw a little chestnut curl sticking out from under the bed. He nudged Dan and pointed to it.
"Now, either she keeps a wig supply under this bed, or..." and with one quick motion, Alex grabbed Courtney's arm and pulled her out from under the bed.
"Leggo! No! Let go of me!" Courtney screamed.
"Well, you're right, Alex, you do have a live one here. I'm almost jealous. No one on my floor this semester is much of a challenge." Dan observed.
"Courtney, meet Dan. He's the disciplinarian of the second floor. He's here to help me discipline you this evening."
"No one's going to touch me! Let go, I said!" And with that, Courtney kicked Alex hard in the leg, causing him to release her, but Dan was there in a flash to grab her and Alex recovered quickly enough to help him.
Alex placed his mouth close to her ear. "You're going to be one very sorry little girl this evening, Courtney Coolridge. A very, very, sorry, little girl. After tonight, you aren't even going to think of resisting me ever again, you'll end all of your comments to me with 'sir' and you'll be a straight- A student. Mark my words."
"I want to go home! I want to call my parents. Let me go!" Courtney continued to struggle, but couldn't put up much of a fight against two grown men. Alex eventually just grabbed Courtney by the ear and dragged her down the hall to the lounge.
"Where are you taking me? Leggo of my ear, that hurts!"
"Everybody gather in the lounge! Floor meeting!" Alex called as he dragged Courtney down the hall. Heads popped out of rooms to see what was going on. Susan shook her head. She knew this would happen to courtney, she just didn't think it would happen so soon. They all filed into the lounge while Alex and Dan held onto Courtney and watched as each girl took a seat. Alex counted heads. He noticed the knowing looks each of the returningstudents gave each other, and the confused and baffled expressions of the new students. Dan walked to the center of the room and brought the straight-backed chair that was in the corner of the room, to the center of the room. Alex led Courtney over to it.
"Oh, Cindy? I left the hairbrush in Courtney's room. Would you go get it for me?"
"Hairbrush? NO, you're not going to do that here!" Courtney shrieked. Claudia and Stacy gave each other knowing smiles.
"That will be enough out of you, young lady." Alex said sharply. "Well, girls, some of you know the routine, but others don't, so I will explain. Whenever you do anything to openly resist a spanking, such as try to cover yourself or twist off my lap, that automatically earns you a second spanking. Now, Miss Coolridge had earned herself such a spanking last night, as did a couple more of you. I spanked those girls tonight without incident. But when I paid a visit to Courtney this evening, she flatly refused to cooperate with me. So now we go to stage two, public spanking. Any one of you is susceptible to the same treatment, so pay attention tonight, as it is what will happen to you should you ever outright resist me. And if Courtney tries to escape me, and manages to make a run for it, though I doubt it would happen, each and every one of you is responsible in preventing her from leaving this lounge. If anyone assists her in running off, or allows her to do so, all of you will be spanked. This has never happened, but the warning still stands to assure that it never will. "
Cindy returned with the brush and handed it to Alex. "Thanks, Cindy. Alex turned to Dan holding Courtney by Alex's side. "Okay, you can let her go, Dan." Dan released her, and courtney remained frozen in fear by Alex's side. "You know what to do, young lady. Down with the jeans and panties."
"No..." courtney whispered. "Please, Alex, I promise I'll behave if we can go back to my room to do it!"
"Sorry, sweetie, but you blew that chance already. Now are you going to co-operate, or are you going to try for a week of these type of spankings?"
Courtney turned red as she looked around at all of her floor-mates. They looked at her with pity, and Susan mouthed "I told you so." to Courtney as her eyes searched their faces for some clue, some help out of this situation. But none was given, as there was no way out of it.
"I'm waiting. As of now, every second I wait for you, will be an extra five strokes with the hairbrush. There's the clock. One...two...three...four
Courtney hesitantly brought her hand to the button on her jeans. She held her breath and unbuttoned them. And then pulled down the zipper. She paused.
"Ten...eleven..."
Courtney closed her eyes and pulled her jeans down and tried to get over Alex's lap, but he stopped her and indicated the panties as he said "fifteen ...sixteen..."
Tears of humiliation and desperation came to Courtney's eyes. Omigod, I can't do this, she thought.
"Eighteen...nineteen..."
She hurredly pulled down her panties and tried once again to get over Alex's lap.
"Where do you think you're going? I didn't give you permission to get over my lap, miss. And once you are over it, you'll be sorry you were in such a hurry to be there. Now, that was twenty seconds, which would give you how many extra strokes Courtney?"
"I dunno...." she mumbled as she looked to the floor.
"Yes, you do. And we're not going to begin until you tell me."
"A hundred."
"A hundred what?"
"A hundred strokes?"
"A hundred strokes, what, young lady?" Alex asked with an edge to his voice.
"Ummm...A hundred strokes, sir?"
"That's correct. Now you may get over my knee."
Courtney hurredly did so. Alex placed his arm around her waist to secure her and held the brush high to begin her long, painful spanking.
[Part 6]
Courtney's face was now purple in the realization that she was trapped. She was over Alex's knee in the middle of a circle of strange girls wo would be spanked themselves if she managed to escape. She'd only look ridiculous trying to escape, especially with her jeans and panties at her ankles! Alex was enjoying this immensely.
He touched the hairbrush to Courtney's bottom. "Well, Courtney, anytime you're ready to start telling me how sorry you are..."
Courtney gritted her teeth. She wasn't ready to sink that low yet.
But she started to be persuaded in that direction as Alex raised the hairbrush and cracked it against her right bottomcheek. Courtney shrieked and kicked. Alex then struck her thighs and warned her not to kick. Since Courtney wasnt particulary enjoying it there, she did her best to hold in position.
Alex was relentless. He continued smacking her bottom mercilessly. "The way I see it Courtney, is that you have a good ten minutes of hairbrushing coming for the way you've been behaving. Actually, you deserve a great deal more than that, but part of me feels sorry for you, seeing as you don't really know me or this place yet. But I hope this little lesson increases your familiarity with my rules and how I uphold them. And believe me, sweetheart, if you find yourself in this position again, it will be a spanking strap I hold in my hand, or maybe a spanking paddle, but you definitely won't get off with just the hairbrush." Alex didn't hadn't stopped spanking throughout the entire lecture.
Courtney squirmed and tried not to kick. Every time she did, Alex automatically delivered a few smacks to her thighs. She began to grow desperate. "Pl-pl-please Alex! I-I'm sorry! I pr-promise I'll behave!" Tears streamed down Courtney's face. She no longer cared who was watching or who thought she looked ridiculous or anything. She just wanted to stop that incessant smacking of the hairbrush!
"How will you behave, young lady? How does a fourth-floor resident of Goodwin Hall behave?"
Courtney didn't want to think, she was too distracted by the hairbrush! But she started to speak. "W-well...I promise not to argue with you anymore!"
"That's a good start. What else though?"
"O-OH Please Alex! Please I can't take anymore!"
Alex continued the hairbrushing. "Afraid you'll have to. You still have six minutes to go. Then there's the matter of the extra hundred strokes you earned."
Courtney screamed at this and kicked and threw herself an old-fashioned tantrum. Alex started for the thighs again, but Courtney stuck her hand back in an attempt to block them. Of course she couldn't reach that far, but it was enough for Alex to stop what he was doing and grab her right arm.
"OW! Let go of my arm!"
"Excuse me, Courtney. Did you just order me to do something? And you know what else? I've just realized that you haven't been addressing me properly all through this spanking! I think we need to start over."
"Nooooooo! I mean, please, sir, please, I'm sorry, I really, really am!" Courtney grew desperate. She even started kissing his shoes between apologies, which made the other girls laugh. Courtney, reminded of their presence, grew embarrassed and stopped.
Even Alex had to smile at the shoe-kissing. But Courtney couldn't see his expression. "Weeeellllll...okay. But I want more respect out of you!" And Alex punctuated his remark with a crack of the hairbrush.
He held her arm to her back, but did so in a loose way so as not to hurt her arm. "Six more minutes to go, Courtney. I believe you were telling me all you were going to do to improve your behavior from now on."
"Ow, ouch! Ummmm...and I promise to study! Lots and lots of studying! And class! I'll go to every one! Never late! I promise!"
"You're just full of promises tonight, aren't you?" Alex asked. "Well, let's hope they're sincere. And how are you going to accept spankings from me in the future?"
"I-I-I won't fight or argue about them. Really!"
"Well, we'll see about that. And what happens when you do argue about them?"
"Ummmmm...I get this."
"Get what, Courtney? Out with it." Alex prodded.
"Ummmmm uhhhhh....a spanking in front of everyone, sir?"
"Very good. Okay, I've heard enough. Let's finish up this spanking... three minutes to go." And Alex continued to spank with the hairbrush, reddening all of Courtney's bottom, from the top to mid-thigh. He even held her bottomcheeks apart for about thirty seconds as he worked the inner part of her cheeks. It was a thorough spanking for sure. And at the end of three minutes, he stood her up.
"Okay, stand up, sweetheart. " Courtney stood and shook with sobs. Alex placed his hands on her shoulders. "Now, that was a ten minute hairbrushing. Do you want that or worse anytime soon?"
It took Courntey a few seconds to compose herself enough to answer. "No, sir."
"Now, we just have a hundred strokes to go, and then you can go back to your room and work on some homework. Ready?"
"Oh, please, sir, please can't we forget those?"
"No. Now, over my knee."
Courtney reluctantly placed herself over Alex's knee. "Courtney, I want you to remember these last one hundred strokes the next time I tell you to take your jeans and panties down, okay? Your spanking would have been over if only you had cooperated."
"Y-Y-Yes sir..."
And with that, Alex raised the hairbrush and gave the hundred strokes machine-gun style. Courtney squirmed and wiggled, but basically gritted her teeth and tried to take it as best she could. Alex stood her up again when it was over, and told her to pull up her jeans.
"Okay, it's all over. I'll walk you back to your room and we'll talk." Then Alex turned to the girls. "Thanks for being here. I'm sure you all have studying to do now, and suggest you do it if you don't want to end up where Courtney was tonight."
Everyone got up to leave and Alex led Courtney over to Dan. "One last
thing, Courtney. I want you to apologize to Dan for making him come all the way up here to help me with you when he has his own floor to deal with."
Courtney's face flushed. She felt five years old again, when mom would march her up to the relatives to thank them for coming to her birthday party, or for the Christmas gift, or whatever. She looked at her feet. "Thank you, sir, for coming up here to help Alex. I'm sorry I caused so much trouble."
"No problem, Courtney. Just don't let it happen again."
Alex thanked Dan and he went downstairs to his own floor. Alex led Courtney to her room and had a long chat with her about her classes today, and her goals for the semester. Courtney sat uncomfortably on her bed for this, and when Alex finally got up to leave he told Courtney that she should at least finish her Algebra homework tonight. Courtney nodded and got off her bed and went to sat down at her desk.
Alex, who was en route to his room, smiled as he heard the exclamation of pain from her room.
[Part 7]
Courtney returned to the dorm one evening exhausted from her long day. She had really been doing well here. Not one spanking in the last two weeks and her grades were terrific. She may even get an "A" in Algebra after all! Even Alex took a moment to tell her that he was pleased with her progress. She didn't even falter when phone privileges were given after the first two weeks. She really was becoming self- disciplined.
Not everyone else was adapting as quickly however. Of course, not everyone else had such a convincing encounter with Alex's methods of discipline as Courtney had. Some seemed to think that the rules would slacken with time. Had these individuals spoken with some of the returning students like Susan, Claudia, and Christie, they would have known that all of the rules, no matter how small, were enforced unconditionally.
If only Rachel had known this, she may have somehow escaped what befell her that particular evening. The hour was approaching six, and Rachel was in no particular hurry to get back to Goodwin Hall. The evening was beautiful and she just wanted to take a walk into town. Since students here weren't allowed to leave the campus without special permission, they rarely did so, and Rachel hadn't stepped off of it once that semester. But the hills that lay ahead were so inviting and Alex never seemed to check who was there by six. She most likely would have to be there by eight at the latest, when Alex made his rounds to discuss their weekly progress, but she'd be back way before then. She just wanted to explore a little bit.
Back on the fourth floor of Goodwin Hall, a small group was assembled in Claudia's room discussing a certain history professor. He was known for his unbending commitment to following the rules of the college by the letter, and known to be anxious to report any young lady who made the slightest lapse in progress in his class. There were frequent pop quizes on the reading, with questions concerning the slightest details of each chapter. In the middle of one of Karen's Prof. Harris imitations, Alex walked in.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Alex asked with a smile. Karen, who was usually shy around Alex, blushed and slinked back.
"Ummmm...no, not really..." Karen replied.
"Karen, it makes no difference to me what any of you think of the professors here. Just as long as you do your best in their classes is all this college or I ask of you. And you really do have dramatic talent, when you get over your inhibitions. Have you ever considered trying out for the drama club here?"
"Oh...no...I couldn't" Karen was beet red at this point.
"Sure you could. They meet at seven every Thursday. Which means tonight. You should go over there and see what it's all about."
"Ummmm...well, I have a test tomorrow...maybe next week."
"Suit yourself, if you wish to confine your talents to your little group here. Speaking of your little group, where is Rachel? She usually joins you ladies for a little after-class gossip."
"I don't know, Alex" Courtney replied. "Maybe she's in her room. The lights are off. She's probably sleeping, she was up late last night."
"Talking with you guys, no doubt. I'll check just the same. It's past curfew."
Alex walked down the hall in the direction of Rachel's room.
"Hey where is Rachel, anyway?" Susan whispered. "It ismt like her to sleep after class."
"I dunno." Christy answered. "I haven't seen her."
Alex came walking back. "Okay, she's not in her room. Are you all sure you don't know where she is? You're not doing her any good by keeping it from me. She's already in trouble for not being here."
"Honest, Alex, we don't know." Susan declared.
"All right then." And Alex walked down the hall.
"Oh, my god, what's going to happen?" Courtney asked nervously.
Susan shrugged. "Well, it won't be as bad as what happened to you, Courtney. Being openly defiant to Alex is about the worst thing you could do here, as you found out. If she comes back late, well, I don't know. it all depends upon how late, what her excuse is, etc."
"Hasn't anyone returned late before?" Karen asked.
"Well, sure, Cindy did once or twice. Usually, Alex will use the rosewood paddle for it."
"A paddle?!" Courtney exclaimed "Poor Rachel!"
"Well, she shouldn't have stayed out. She knows the rules by now. It will be in her room and all." Susan seemed undisturbed by all this.
"How can you just sit there and act like it's no big deal?! Our friend is about to be paddled! How big is the paddle? How many will she get?"
Susan sighed with exasperation. "How the hell am I supposed to know, Courtney?! As many as Alex sees fit to give. That's the problem with all first year students, you think as soon as the first few weeks go by, you're home free. The only reason why there haven't been many spankings lately is because no one has earned them."
Courtney stared off in space. Karen traced the pattern of the rug with her finger. Both felt horrible for their friend.
"Oh, cheer up, you guys." Christy smiled. "She'll get over it. Just like you did Courtney. You learned your lesson and you moved on. She isn't going to be scarred for life!"
Courtney got up and Karen followed suit. "Just because a lot of these spankings happen is no reason not to feel bad when someone gets one. I think you two have just become desensitized to the whole thing. At least *I* care what happens to Rachel!"
Susan had to laugh at Courtney's little speech. "Maybe Alex should have recommended the drama club for you, Courtney. You seem to have a talent for completely blowing everything out of proportion."
Courtney walked out of the room in a huff and Karen followed. "Where are you going Courtney?" she asked timidly
"To talk to Alex. I want to find out for myself what's going to happen to Rachel!"
Karen slinked back. "I take it you're not coming with me?" Courtney snapped. "Fine, then. Apparently, I'm Rachel's only true friend!"
And Courtney marched herself straight to Alex's room.
Courtney reached Alex's room and the door was open. She gave it a gentle knock and Alex looked up from the paperwork he had on his desk. "Yes, Courtney?"
"Could I please talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
Alex swiveled his chair around to face Courtney and indicated a chair for her to sit on. She did so. Alex looked at her with curiousity and waite for her to begin. She was starting to lose her nerve, but had to ask...
"Alex, what will happen to Rachel?"
Alex sighed. He really hated being asked to discuss students by other students. "Rachel will be punished for breaking the curfew, unless of course there's some other reason, like an emergency, that's keeping her away from here, and I should hope that's not the case."
Courtney pressed further. "*How* will she be punished?"
Alex's blue eyes narrowed a bit. "First you can tell me how any of this is your concern."
Courtney sat up straight. Offended by what she thought was a ridiculous question, she replied haughtily "Rachel is my friend."
"Well, tell your friend to start following the rules around here. And you'll probably be able to hear her punishment, so that should settle your curiousity. Now, unless there's anything else, I do have paperwork to catch up on and I'm sure you have homework of your own..."
"Susan says you'll paddle her!" Courtney blurted out.
Alex couldn't help but bite. "What would I paddle Susan for? Has she done something that I don't know about?"
Courtney was growing angrier at Alex's attitude toward all this. "That you'll paddle Rachel..."
"Most likely. Courtney, you girls know the rules and it's my job to uphold them. Now I don't derive any pleasure from punishing any of you, but it's my responsibility to make sure that the rules are followed here. Now I know you feel bad for your friend, but there's nothing you can do. Just like there was nothing any of the girls could have done for you a few weeks ago."
Courtney blushed. Must everyone keep reminding her of that?
"Now, I know that look, Courtney. It's the same look you used to give me when you first arrived here. Don't try to argue about this, it isn't your place to. So if you don't want a spanking yourself this evening, I suggest you get back to your room and get to work, young lady..."
"Okay, okay, I'm going...I still think it's barbaric...so she's a couple hours late...not even...it isn't even eight yet! And you're already going to use a fuckin' paddle for chrissa..."
But Courtney didn't get to finish, as Alex had her arm and was pulling her over his knee.
"Stop, stop! What are you doing?"
"I do not like this attitude, tonight! I'm barbaric, am I?! Well, maybe you should have a little taste of what your friend is going to get later..." And with that, Alex reached into a drawer near the chair, and retrieved the rosewood paddle. It was small and polished. Had a few small holes drilled in it, and was about 3/4 of an inch thick. Alex held it in front of Courtney's face.
"This is my paddle, Courtney. You're about to become very familiar with it. I won't pull down your jeans, as it's just your attitude, not your actions that I'm punishing you for..."
"Please, Alex, please I'm sorry!" Alex held the paddle high and brought it down hard on Courtney's denimed bottom. "OOOWWWW! Alex, please, i'm sorry!"
"What are you sorry for, young lady?" Alex continued smacking Courtney's bottom vigorously.
"I don't know! For coming into your room... OUCH! Please!"
"Well, i guess you just need some time to think over exactly what you're sorry for. I can wait. I'll just keep paddling this bottom of yours...maybe you *do* need those jeans down..." Alex kept paddling steadily as he scolded.
"No! No! I-I'm sorry...ouch! please!" Courtney's eyes filled with tears as she squirmed in pain on Alex's lap. Then she felt his hands undoing her belt...
"Alex! You said you wouldn't! No!"
Alex ignored her and told her to lift her hips. Courtney didn't move until Alex gave her another sharp crack of the paddle. "Now, Courtney!"
Courtney reluctantly lifted her hips and Alex worked her jeans down. Courtney was wearing tight blue bikinis and her red bottom served as a nice contrast. And combined with the fact that she was very fair-skinned...
"Why, courtney, you look very patriotic back here! Red, White and Blue! Except this red just isn't dark enough..." and with that, Alex resumed the paddling.
"YEEEEEOOOOOOOUUUUCCCHH!" Courtney screamed as the paddle struck her without the protection of her jeans. She started to cry. Why did she come in here and bother Alex?
"I'm still waiting to hear what you're sorry for...."
"I'm s-s-sorry for...coming in here...and being...well....snippy...."
"That's a good start. Is it any of your business who gets punished on this floor, how and why?"
"Ummmm...no sir...ooooohhhhhhh...."
"No, it isn't. The only bottom you are to be concerned with.. " And Alex started paddling faster to emphasize his point, "is that of Courtney Coolridge...am I understood?"
"Oooooohhhh....yes, sir.....oooooowwwwwwww....."
Alex gave her five more smacks and set her on her feet. Courtney shook with sobs...how that paddle hurt! She no longer cared about what Rachel was going to get...she really did have her own bottom to worry about!
Courtney started to rub her bottom and Alex gently told her that she could pull her jeans up and get back to her room. Courtney did so slowly, apologized to Alex again, and walked stiffly out of the room.
As she was about to enter her room, Susan stuck her head out from her room across the hall.
"So, did you talk to Alex? Or could he hear you over all those whacks that were coming from down the hall?" Courtney could hear Christy laughing from inside the room. She glared at Susan, and without realizing it, started to rub her bottom.
"Oh, Courtney, don't tell me it was you who was getting paddled!!" Susan exclaimed in mock surprise. Courtney turned red when she realized what she was doing, and immediately stopped.
"Hey, Courtney, we're only kidding! Hey, don't get all upset on us. You learned that you can't go around deciding who doesn't deserve punishment. That's what we were trying to tell you before!"
Susan walked over to Courtney and gave her a hug. "Paddle hurts, huh?"
Courtney smiled a little..."Some thanks this is! I try to get Rachel out of her paddling and i end up getting paddled myself!"
Christy walked over with a bottle of lotion. "You'll be wanting this. But I would save some for Rachel..."
Just then, Rachel herself came around the corner. "Save what for me? Courtney, what's wrong?"
The three exchanged knowing glances and Susan said simply, "Rach, Alex wants to see you."