A Paddling At The Magic Academy (short)
Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 11:54 pm
A Paddling At The Magic Academy
Lady Howard looked at the four girls standing in front of her. All had worried looks but one seemed far more worried than the others. There stood Natalie, daughter of a lord; there, Liz, daughter of a sorcerer; there, Brook, daughter of a high wizard; last but not least there stood Molly, daughter of a farmer. Oddly enough, it wasn't Molly that was the most worried. No, it was Brook who seemed most worried. Her father could move mountains for her (literally) and she was more nervous than the daughter of a common farmer.
"Whose idea was it to try to cast the spell?" Lady Howard enquired.
"It's all my fault." Brook wailed. "I stole that spell from my father! He'll kill me! He can't find out. Please don't let him find out."
"It's all her fault." Liz agreed.
"Completely her fault." Natalie agreed.
"Not our fault at all." Molly added.
"I didn't ask where the spell came from." Lady Howard reminded them. "I asked whose it idea it was to cast the spell."
"But Brook took all the blame." Liz said.
"Does the daughter of a sorcerer give ground to the daughter of a high wizard? Lady Howard asked sweetly
"Of course not." Liz answered.
"Then how can she have all the blame?" Lady Howard asked.
"Um, well, um, um."
"Okay girls, assume the position." Lady Howard instructed, pointing to the long, wide bench beside the wall.
"All of us?" Natalie asked.
"Does yours heart not beat blood that is more noble than any of theirs?" Lady Howard inquired.
"Of course, but..."
"Assume the position." Lady Howard repeated.
The four girls exchanged looks. Then they removed their outer uniforms, bared their bottoms, and bent mostly naked over the bench. Offering their bottoms for any punishment that Lady Howard decided to they needed.
She looked at the four bottoms, pretending to weigh their relative guilt. Lady Howard didn't actually need to think about it. Liz's father was a powerful sorcerer who would be proud that his daughter pushed herself against her limits. Brook couldn't have stolen the spell without her father permitting her to steal it. Natalie's father paid for many of the school's expenses. All four girls ended up with sore bottoms, but Molly's bottom took the worse of it by far.
Lady Howard looked at the four girls standing in front of her. All had worried looks but one seemed far more worried than the others. There stood Natalie, daughter of a lord; there, Liz, daughter of a sorcerer; there, Brook, daughter of a high wizard; last but not least there stood Molly, daughter of a farmer. Oddly enough, it wasn't Molly that was the most worried. No, it was Brook who seemed most worried. Her father could move mountains for her (literally) and she was more nervous than the daughter of a common farmer.
"Whose idea was it to try to cast the spell?" Lady Howard enquired.
"It's all my fault." Brook wailed. "I stole that spell from my father! He'll kill me! He can't find out. Please don't let him find out."
"It's all her fault." Liz agreed.
"Completely her fault." Natalie agreed.
"Not our fault at all." Molly added.
"I didn't ask where the spell came from." Lady Howard reminded them. "I asked whose it idea it was to cast the spell."
"But Brook took all the blame." Liz said.
"Does the daughter of a sorcerer give ground to the daughter of a high wizard? Lady Howard asked sweetly
"Of course not." Liz answered.
"Then how can she have all the blame?" Lady Howard asked.
"Um, well, um, um."
"Okay girls, assume the position." Lady Howard instructed, pointing to the long, wide bench beside the wall.
"All of us?" Natalie asked.
"Does yours heart not beat blood that is more noble than any of theirs?" Lady Howard inquired.
"Of course, but..."
"Assume the position." Lady Howard repeated.
The four girls exchanged looks. Then they removed their outer uniforms, bared their bottoms, and bent mostly naked over the bench. Offering their bottoms for any punishment that Lady Howard decided to they needed.
She looked at the four bottoms, pretending to weigh their relative guilt. Lady Howard didn't actually need to think about it. Liz's father was a powerful sorcerer who would be proud that his daughter pushed herself against her limits. Brook couldn't have stolen the spell without her father permitting her to steal it. Natalie's father paid for many of the school's expenses. All four girls ended up with sore bottoms, but Molly's bottom took the worse of it by far.