Subject: Story: Elder Rights (F/ff)
From: "Kent L. Stoneking" <kentls001@worldnet.att.net>
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1999 22:11:32 -0800
One sun-drenched September morning found the two Ferguson girls seated at the breakfast table, busily consuming their cereal. Nearby stood their mother, preparing sandwiches for their respective lunches.
"Oh, Beth?" Mrs. Ferguson remarked to her eleven-year-old daughter. "Your father signed the permission slip for the Rainbow Girl drill team last night. It's on the hall table. Don't forget to take it to school today."
"Thanks, Mom," the girl replied.
"And be sure and thank your father when he comes home tonight," the woman continued.
"I will."
Seven-year-old Ellen looked up from her bowl of Lucky Charms. "Mommy? Can I be a Rainbow Girl too?"
Beth chuckled to herself; she'd been halfway expecting this. Ever since Ellen learned to talk -- to be truthful, before she learned to talk -- she'd demanded to do everything her older sister did. "Sorry, kiddo," she answered for her mother, "it's fourth and fifth graders only."
"Oh, I can't wait till I'm old enough to be a Rainbow Girl!" Ellen recited her all-too-familiar litany.
Beth recalled another favor she needed to ask. "Um, Mom? Becky Cunningham invited me to sleep over this Friday night. She said it's okay with her folks. Can I?"
"Well, let's see." Mrs. Ferguson inspected the calendar stuck to the refrigerator. "You've got a soccer game on Saturday, but it's not until the afternoon, so as long as you're home by lunchtime, you can go."
"Thanks, Mom."
"Mommy? Can I have a sleepover?" Ellen inquired.
Beth watched her mother carefully. She'd only been granted sleepover privileges last year. That meant Ellen shouldn't be able to go for at least three years yet; and, if her mother thought differently, Beth planned on being most vocal in her objections.
"Sorry, sweetie, you're still too young," Mrs. Ferguson tried to let her youngest daughter down gently.
"No fair!" Ellen whined. "You never let me do anything! I'm always too young!"
"We'll have fun Friday night, sweetie! We'll rent a movie or two, play some games, maybe get a pizza --"
"It's still not fair. I can't wait till I'm old enough to have a sleepover!"
Ellen sulked and pouted through the rest of breakfast. As the girls headed out the door to catch the school bus, Mrs. Ferguson reminded them to be on their best behavior. "Your new principal, Ms. Reilly, starts today. From the letter she sent us, she sounds really strict. So watch yourselves, and have a good day!"
Beth hardly heard her mother's words. Between joining the Rainbow Girls and her upcoming sleepover, she was already having a great day. Nothing, she felt, could possibly spoil her mood.
Oh, what a difference a few hours makes, Beth reflected somewhat later, as she trudged through the halls of her school, fuming inwardly. Sent to the principal's office! Drat that Becky Cunningham! She couldn't wait until lunchtime to make plans for the sleepover, she had to start passing notes to Beth in class! And, of course, Beth was the one who got caught.
She reached the main office and went in. There, seated in the waiting area, was Ellen. "What are you doing here?" Beth asked.
"I was running in the halls. You?"
"Passing notes."
"Quiet, girls," the receptionist cautioned.
Beth sat down by her sister, trying not to fidget too much. After an interminable delay, the inner office door opened, and the girls got their first look at Ms. Reilly. She was medium height, slight build, her jet-black hair pulled severely into a bun. She wore a long-sleeved lavender silk blouse and a charcoal gray calf-length skirt. She stood silently, her expression neutral. Violet eyes peered out at the miscreants through the frameless glasses perched atop her nose. Beth found herself feeling increasingly uncomfortable under that cool, level gaze.
Finally, Ms. Reilly spoke. "What are your names?" Her voice was surprisingly soft, velvet smooth.
"B-Beth Ferguson, Ma'am." "Ellen Ferguson, Ma'am," came the replies.
The principal did a momentary double take. "Are you sisters?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Beth responded, while Ellen nodded.
"I see." She turned to Beth. "Why were you sent to my office?"
"I -- I was passing notes in class, Ma'am."
Then to Ellen. "And you?"
"Running in the halls, Ma'am."
"Very well. Come with me." She led them into her office. The small room featured a large mahogany desk in one corner, with a leather sofa and chair along the opposite wall. Ms. Reilly took the chair and directed the girls to seats on the sofa.
Once they'd settled in, the principal gave each girl a brief lecture, based on the reason for their presence. She talked to Ellen about the need for safety, and the possibility of injuring herself or others; to Beth about the importance of paying attention to the teacher and not wasting class time on frivolities. The sisters confirmed that they knew they'd done wrong, and agreed not to repeat their mistakes in the future. Beth found herself almost mesmerized by Ms. Reilly's soft voice.
"Now," Ms. Reilly announced when the lectures were through, "there's the matter of your punishment. Ellen, you're first. Come here." Beth watched while her younger sister went to stand before Ms. Reilly. The woman guided the little girl to her right side, then face down across her lap.
The principal's actions startled Beth. Although both girls got spanked by their parents (Ellen more often than Beth -- in fact, it seemed Ellen got more spankings than Beth had when she was Ellen's age), neither had been spanked in school before. The previous principal, Mr. Donovan, hadn't believed in corporal punishment. It seemed Ms. Reilly had a different philosophy. Beth recalled her mother's words from that morning, and started really regretting her actions in class.
Ellen didn't react as Ms. Reilly lifted her dress up onto her waist, but she did squirm in protest when the woman hooked her fingers under the waistband of the child's pink-flowered cotton panties and started drawing them downwards. This was another unwelcome novelty; the Ferguson parents spanked their daughters over their clothing -- pants if they were wearing them, panties if they wore skirts or dresses. Beth could remember only one bare-bottom spanking in her lifetime, and that was because that's how she'd been at the time. When she was six, she'd squirted shampoo into Ellen's face while they were bathing together. Her mother yanked her out of the tub, put her directly across her lap, and spanked her naked, wet rump. Beth wasn't sure who screamed louder that night -- her or Ellen.
"Settle down, Ellen," Ms. Reilly said soothingly as she continued with the little girl's panties. Surprisingly, Ellen did just that, lying still. She made quite a sight draped over Ms. Reilly's knees, her arms and legs dangling and her panties at mid-thigh. Ms. Reilly ran her palm gently over the bare, dimpled cheeks before raising her hand high and bringing it down to sharply impact the flesh she'd touched so gently before.
SMACK! "OHHH!" SMACK! "OWWW!" Ellen bucked and squealed, her legs flailing, as Ms. Reilly set up a brisk pace. Beth could tell the spanks were hard from the way Ellen's buttocks flattened under the impact. Despite her struggles, Ellen managed to keep her hands in front of her as her bottom went from white to pink to red. That was another thing about Ellen; she never tried to protect herself during a spanking. Beth, on the other hand, usually tried to "cover up" from the first swat.
Her insides twisting and twining, Beth watched silently as Ms. Reilly spanked Ellen's backside to a bright, glowing crimson before finally relenting. Ellen laid still across the principal's lap, crying steadily, for several long moments before getting up. Ms. Reilly guided the youngster towards the nearest corner, where she stood, panties now around her ankles, rubbing furiously at her battered skin.
Ms. Y turned to the older girl. "Now, Beth, it's time for your punishment."
At those words, Beth rose to her feet, then backed slowly away until she nudged up against the office door. The feeling in her stomach intensified. After witnessing Ellen's spanking, she wanted no part of one herself.
The principal stood up and slowly approached the reluctant girl. "Come now, Beth," she said softly, her violet eyes twinkling. "You didn't think I was going to spank you, did you?"
Feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed, Beth responded "I ... I guess not."
"Of course not, Beth. Only naughty little girls, like Ellen, get spanked," Ms. Reilly explained, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. Beth started to relax -- until she heard the woman's next words.
"Naughty big girls, like you, get paddled."
With that, Beth's brain effectively shut down. She allowed Ms. Reilly to lead her docilely to the desk, where the principal opened a drawer and fished out a small, thin, wooden paddle, the type that normally has a ball attached by a rubber band.
Beth sank further and further into denial as Ms. Reilly, hand still firmly gripping the girl's shoulder, directed her back to the leather chair. I'm having a bad dream, she thought. That's the only possible explanation. Ms. Reilly isn't really turning me over her knee. She's not really pulling my skirt up, my panties down. That isn't a real paddle tapping against my behind. No, it's all just a nightmare, and any second now my alarm will go off and I'll wake up, all snug and cozy in my bed --
CRACK! The impact of hard wood against soft girlish bottomflesh brought Beth back to reality -- the unpleasant reality that she was, indeed, draped across her principal's lap, her bare nates offered up for chastisement. And Ms. Reilly proved only too eager to take advantage of the opportunity, as she raised the paddle high and brought it crashing down again.
CRACK! "AAAAAAAHHHH!" Beth howled as the pain centers in her brain exploded anew. Only two swats, and already her backside felt sorer than it ever had after a parental spanking! She flung a hand behind herself, to try to ward off the blows, but Ms. Reilly intercepted her wrist and pinned it to the small of her back.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The paddle continued its merciless descent. Beth kicked and squirmed, but couldn't escape Ms. Reilly's firm grip. The principal beat a steady tattoo on the young girl's buttocks, repeatedly covering every inch of her spank spot. Beth tried begging and pleading for mercy. "Please!" CRACK! "I'm sorry!" CRACK! "I won't do it again!" CRACK! "Ever!" CRACK! "I mean it!" CRACK! But Ms. Reilly remained unmoved by Beth's words.
Finally, the principal decided Beth had been punished enough and put the paddle aside. Beth made no move to get up. Her bottom throbbed and burned; she didn't plan on sitting down again any time soon, if ever. And, she swore to herself, she'd never, ever, pass notes in class again.
After a few minutes, Beth's tears subsided to the point where she felt able to get to her feet. Through her tears, she noticed Ellen, still rubbing her own well-spanked backside, watching her with wide eyes. For once, Beth envied the younger girl, who'd "only" gotten a spanking instead of a paddling. Beth's own rump felt too sore to touch!
Ms. Reilly waited until the two dried their eyes and pulled up their panties, then, after a brief closing lecture, dismissed them back to their classrooms. As they left the office, Ellen turned to her big sister and said, "Gee, Beth, your bottom was really red. Almost purple."
"Thanks for telling me," Beth replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
"That paddle must really hurt."
"Don't remind me," answered Beth, wincing again as her panties rubbed against her hot, stinging rump.
Ellen looked straight ahead, a thoughtful expression in her eyes. "I can't wait until I'm old enough to be paddled like a big girl!" she said wistfully.
Beth stared at her little sister in absolute disbelief.