Another Senior Girl

[rachelredbum]

I was scared silly. It has been a month since Tiffany, the coolest girl here at Smith Academy Boarding School, was broken. Miss Burns was certainly making good on her threat to change things. It wasn't the carefree party school it was last year. The mood was more sombre. Us kids are a lot more fearful. just about everyone has been paddled so far, some more than once.

And now it was my turn. Well, mine and Cara's. This is what happens when you are out past curfew. So now here we sit. I looked at her, and she had the same frightened look I probably had.

Mr. Loewen then summoned us both to go to Mrs. Burns' office, and to raise our skirts out of the way. We walked like automatons. Cara was first. I wondered how that skinny little butt was going to take being paddled. Then I wonder how mine would take it.

"Cara, get in here. You too, Katherine. Time you two learned about responsibility and promptness," Miss Burns said, firmly. She picked up the lexan paddle, as I'm told its called. Plastic, and everyone says it has a hori wasn't relishing my front row seat. rid sting to it. "You will both receive six swats, and if you shield your bum or try to get out of position, there will be penalty swats." We both nodded, fearful. "Cara, you first. Take your skirt and panties off and bend over the desk. katherine, sit down," she said.

Cara positioned herself as best she could. Being short can add extra burdens to a paddling. The first swat landed fairly high and hard. Cara yelped but stayed in position. I was not relishing my front row seat. the second swat landed across her sit spots. she yelped louder and started to whimper. My cheeks clenched in sympathy with hers. You could certainly see redness on her bum from the two swats. The third landed across the tops of her thighs. Again she yelped but was now crying openly. I felt so sorry for her but admired her ability to stay in position. The fourth swat landed in between the first and second swats, and Cara was now bawling her eyes out. Miss Burns certainly knew how to spank. The last two were very hard, across her sit spots, and seemed like a calculated dare to move or cover. Cara didn't. she just yelled and cried.

Finally, Miss Burns ordered her to get up and get dressed. When Cara did, I stood up and she ran into my arms. I hugged her close while she sobbed onto my shoulders. After about a minute, Miss Burns pulled us apart and told Cara to leave her office and go to her room. I was now alone with Miss Burns and very scared. She ordered my skirt and panties off and told me to bend over the desk. She gave me the same warning she gave Cara.

Trembling, I complied. I gripped the far end of the desk tightly with both arms. The first swat caused me to arch my back and gasp. My gawd it hurt. The second hurt more and was a bit lower. Again I gasped and yepled but i did not cry. I was determined not to. the third swat landed across my sit spots. I have never had such a hard swat! I yelped and squirmed but stayed in position.The fourth came down hard on the tops of my thighs, and finally I started whimpering. I just could not handle so much pain, even with my bottom cheeks clenched as tight as I could. The last two landed across my sit spots as well, and very hard, Finally she had me crying freely.

She ordered me up and dressed and out of her office. I walked back to the waiting room, sniffling and crying. Cara was waiting for me and we cried in each other's arms for a few minutes. Then we walked out together, arm in arm, to our respective rooms. through our tears we agreed that promptness was important and that we would avoid another trip into Miss Burns' office. But we also agreed that we feared her and that she had to go.

[Often123]

Miss Burns is very aptly named, rachel. The story got right to the point.

[moni2]

A great story, rachel! Miss Burns knows how to deal with naughty girls.