The Finnegan School For Young Ladies
Katherine
petulantly tossed the last item of regulation clothing into her drawer and
slammed it shut. Finishing school! Who
the hell went to finishing school these days? At nineteen years of age, Katherine Deane was
extremely resentful about being sent here, instead of going off to college with
her friends. But Darling Daddy wouldn’t fund college until Katherine had done
her year here. It was all down to that
cow her father had married, Pippa. Who the hell was called Pippa anyway? Obviously
someone with a red-hot poker stuck up her arse.
“Oh but it’s the best, Charles.
I went there. Really, it will be wonderful for Katherine: teach her how a
proper young lady ought to behave.” Pippa had wheedled.
He’s Charlie, he always was and
always will be, Katherine wanted to scream. On the
plus side, it was a boarding school, she wouldn’t have to look at Pippa
smarming all over her father day in day out, worming her way around him,
constantly touching and kissing him. Eeugh. It was enough to make her vomit.
WEEEEOOOOHHH.
The
siren wailed its horrendous loud, high pitched alert. Her first assembly. Well,
this was it. Time to find out about her new school. One hundred young women
filed into the room. Some were there with friends, and whispered as they
entered. Others, like her, were completely alone and filed in quietly. Katherine
took a pew beside a young woman with twinkling eyes and a welcoming smile,
kitted out identically to her. Navy, knee length A line skirt, knee high white
socks, and pale blue twinset, matched with the only jewellery that was
permitted – a single strand of fake pearls. Stepford Wives, how are you!
“I’m Katherine, love the outfit,”
she said in a whisper.
“Megan.
I bet my knickers are nicer than your knickers,” Megan whispered back with a
giggle.
Katherine
snickered - she knew they weren’t – they had regulation underwear too, and
their bags had been inspected when they arrived.
“I’m
deadly serious, I wore six pairs of panties yesterday under my skirt to get them
past inspection. White lace,” Megan whispered, proud of her achievement.
Straight away, Katherine knew they would be friends.
A
tall, stern, but regally beautiful man in his mid-thirties took his place at the
dais, followed by a file of equally stern looking teachers wearing icy smiles.
The room hushed. All one hundred girls stood immediately, not needing to be
told.
“Good
morning, Ladies. You may sit.” He waited for the shuffling of one hundred
bottoms finding their seats on hard wooden chairs ceased before continuing.
“Welcome
to The Finnegan Academy For Young Ladies. You are all very privileged young
ladies to be here. We expect you to follow all rules without exception, in
appreciation of your parents’ sacrifices to pay to have you here. You have already
been given rulebooks detailing the rules, and any infractions will be marked in
them. You must carry these books with you at all times. For each infraction,
the minimum punishment is being slippered on the spot, up to and including
caning and expulsion.”
Katherine
drew in a sharp breath. The wicked step-monster had kept that part quiet.
Corporal punishment? Surely that wasn’t even legal anymore? She got a tingly feeling in the pit of her
stomach and ants seemed to have crawled into her scratchy uniform panties. She
wriggled as discretely as she could to get rid of that creepy crawly sensation
in her bottom. While Katherine noted that quite a number of bottoms wriggled,
no one else seemed surprised at the announcement. Was she the only one in the
dark?
She
would call her daddy. Surely he would not expect her to undergo such barbaric
treatment. As soon as he knew what the place was really like, Katherine would
be on her way home and nothing the wicked witch of the west could do about it. Katherine
relished seeing the pursed lips of defeat on Pippa’s lips when she and her
father came to collect her.
Katherine
didn’t hear much as Mr. Mullens introduced each teacher and their subjects. She
didn’t give a hoot about cookery, crochet, needlework and all those other
outdated things that seemed to come from a 1950’s book. She was too busy
plotting her escape.
“This
is Nurse Brown, she is in charge of sick bay, and uniform inspections. Last
year, it came to our attention that a number of young ladies thought they would
be clever and flout the uniform rules by wearing contraband underwear. To stamp this out we are starting the year
with a uniform inspection. You will all stand, and turn around, placing your
hands on the seats of your chairs while Nurse Brown does her inspection.”
“Crap,
I’m for it.” Megan whispered desperately, her eyes wide with shock as all the
young women obeyed.
Mr
Mullens and the other teachers left the room, leaving the girls to some little
pretense of modesty. Nurse Brown instructed them to lift their skirts and place
them on their backs. Katherine was in shock. She daren’t disobey for fear she
would be subject to punishment but every bone in her body was outraged. How dare they?
A sneaky glance over her shoulder confirmed to
Katherine that Megan was indeed wearing white lace panties, if you could even
call them panties. Yup, she was for it
all right. But it seemed she was not the only one. Someone in the front row was
first to be singled out.
“Up
on the stage, remove your skirts and panties and stand facing the back wall.”
Nurse Brown said sharply. The girl whimpered as she took her place. Katherine
trembled for her. Their twinsets were fashioned to come only to their hips.
That poor girl would be completely bare. Katherine felt her own face blush for
her. One by one, panties were inspected and more young ladies shuffled with
iron soled shoes to the stage. Megan, of course, joined them.
“Fold
your skirts, and place them at your feet. But keep your panties in your hands,
I am sure Mr Mullens will want to see the offending articles to assess the
level of punishment.”
“The
remainder of you may cover up and retake your seats.”
Fifteen bare bottoms standing on
display in a line. Fifteen quivering, trembling bottoms. Young, ripe, nubile
bottoms. Some skinny, some round, some muscly and some flabby. All standing
there on full display, their owners clutching and clawing their skirts and
offending panties.
Katherine couldn’t help but
stare, even though she knew it was wrong. She wondered how her bottom would
measure up, realizing how utterly ridiculous a thought it was. She felt her own bottom tingle. She would die
if it was her. Katherine wasn’t even sure which would be worse, being put on
display like that or the actual spanking.
Her
mind wandered… what would they use? Since it was the first day surely they
would go easy on the students and use a slipper. She imagined the sound of the soft
slipper slapping on flesh. How many
strokes would they have to endure? She could visualize how the paler skinned
bottoms would soon blush bright red. Were some bottoms more sensitive than
others? Katherine seemed to be clutching for air as her imagination took
flight. The room grew warm. She fanned
her face with her hands. She realised she was fidgeting restlessly in her seat
and tried to settle, lest someone should notice. Katherine was stunned by her
reaction but the number of pink faces around the room soon proved she was not
alone.
“We’re
ready for you Mr Mullens,” Nurse Brown said in a crisp loud voice into the
corridor.
“Well, well. It seems you were
quite correct to suggest this inspection, Nurse Brown. I’m shocked at the
number of trouble makers we have this year.”
He
addressed the room from the podium.
“You
are all here to learn how to be a perfect lady. It may not seem important what
you wear under your clothing, after all who sees it? It is important.
Perfect submission is unquestioning. It has no vanity, no pride. Just total
obedience. You will all learn that obedience, at whatever cost to your naughty
little bottoms. Our duty is to turn you out ready for the role nature intended
for you, as obedient wives.”
If
his chauvinism upset anyone in that room, no one dared to show it. Katherine
choked back her rage as Mr. Mullens signaled to the first girl to approach him.
He stepped out from behind the lectern, ensuring
the offender was in full view of the crowd.
“Hold
up your panties for all to see. Your disobedience was obviously a call to be
noticed. So exhibit your shame.”
A
trembling pair of hands rose her most intimate item of clothing. Fortunately
for her, they were plain white and relatively modest, although silk rather than
stiff cotton.
“Name,
girl?” Mr Mullens asked as he removed his jacket and rolled up his crisp, white
shirt sleeves. The poor unfortunate girls eyes widened as she realised he meant
business.
“Thianna
Doesitmatter, Sir,” the petrified young
lady stuttered. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, and she looked
alike she was about to burst into tears before the slippering even started.
Being
first had to be the worst, Katherine realised. There was no way of knowing what
was coming. Everyone would be watching closely. The mortification and
degradation would be a killer.
“Miss
Doesitmatter, I hope you will reflect upon this and learn a valuable lesson. You
will receive six strokes of the slipper, and after each, you must count, thank
me and say Rules are made to follow. Turn
around, back to the crowd, bend over and grasp your ankles.”
Katherine gasped once again as she watched the
proceedings, especially when the headmaster pulled out the slipper. It was no
flimsy light indoor footwear as she had imagined. This was a flat bottomed,
rubber soled plimsoll. Her eyes were stuck to that gymshoe as it made a hard
swift swipe down across poor Thianna’s bottom as she yelped and grabbed onto
her ankles for dear life. When she called out her line it was obvious tears
were close as she stuttered on each word.
Katherine
watched the perfectly formed track of the shoe get even redder as he pulled
away the slipper. Her breaths were coming hard and fast. She hoped nobody
noticed. Mr. Mullens’ spanking arm came down again, this time on the other
cheek. Thianna howled and shouted out her line. The third spank was the
breaking of her and the remainder of the spanking was delivered through her
sniffling and tears. Katherine felt for
her. But still her primeval fascination at witnessing the proceedings was stronger
than her empathy. She wanted the next victim.
“You
may step back to where you were, but leave your bottom on display until further
notice,”
“Thank
you, sir,” Thianna cried. Even before she had returned to her spot, another
young lady was making her way toward him.
“Name?”
“Natasha
Knight, sir.” Something about the confident way Natasha answered made Katherine
take notice. The young woman looked the headmaster in the eye instead of
cowering. Katherine really admired her bravado. Even without being asked, she
held up her pink boy shorts for his inspection. There were letters across the
seat.
“Read
the slogan aloud, so everyone can hear,” he said, his eyes looking her up and
down coolly. It was obvious he was not impressed.
“Kiss
my ass,” Natasha said clearly, not even disguising the small smile that was
playing on her lips.
“The
cane most certainly will kiss your ass, as you so aptly put it,” Mr Mullens
said ominously. “You, Miss Knight, will receive ten strokes with the cane, six
for the distasteful slogan, and four for your brazenness. I suspect I will see
you too often in my study in the future. Your line is thank you sir, disrespect and disobedience deserves a good caning.” He replaced the
slipper on the desk, and pulled out a long, thick ratten cane, curved at one
end. He ran his hand down the length of it reverently, his eyes devouring it.
With
a dash of bravado, Natasha leaned over and grasped her ankles before being
told. Katherine would have sworn she was relishing the moment, but that was
insane. She couldn’t possibly be. Her hips swayed slightly, not at all like
Thianna’s quiver. Almost rocked. Damn it, she was savouring it. How odd.
The
cane came down hard with a whoosh, Natasha gasped just before connection and
then a tiny little yelp escaped as the thick rattan rod made impact. One bright
red welt formed across the top of her buttocks. Once she repeated her line, Mr.
Mullens took the second stroke. Katherine couldn’t believe that all Natasha did
was let a little yelp each time, not a tear or a quiver in sight. And the
stronger she stayed, the harsher the stroke. Mullens wanted to break her. Six
strokes later and he had still failed. He planted the seventh on the back of
her thighs, and finally she cried out. The eighth was just below, and the tears
came. Natasha howled when he criss crossed
the already existing lines with the last two. Katherine saw his mouth
form into a barely perceptible smug little smile. He had won and he knew it.
Next
up was a perky young woman with a perfect hourglass figure. Although she was
bare-bottomed, it was her full chest that drew Katherine’s eyes. It was just so
perfect, even hidden by the modest twinset. It was obvious from where Mr Mullens’
shining, bulging eyes were focused that he noticed it too.
“Name,”
he asked with a little cough.
“C-c-casey
McKay, sir,” she trembled.
“I
should have known, I remember your sister. I trust you will be less trouble. Hold
them up.”
Casey held up a crisp, starched cotton pair of granny knickers, the
regulation school uniform ones. Mullens looked confused for a moment. Nurse
Brown signaled to him to raise her sweater. He did so very slightly and his
already bulging eyes nearly popped out of his head. Underneath her twinset,
Casey was wearing a bright red corset, pulled tight with black ribbons. No
wonder her figure looked so perfect, Katherine thought in admiration.
“
Six each of the cane and slipper and no underwear of any description for two
weeks. Your line is young ladies should
not exaggerate their attributes. Assume the position.”
Mullens
really put the boot in with Casey’s spanking. He whacked the gymshoe down with
all his might. Twice she let go of her
ankles from the sheer force on her backside making her stumble. But he showed
no mercy and started over each time. In the end it had become eleven of the
slipper. Katherine really felt for her as she squealed when he started over the
second time. And she still had the cane to go. On a bottom already fire red and
lined with the tracks of the shoe, he slammed the cane down, raising large red
welts, above the tracks.
That
had to hurt like the devil, Katherine thought. She was shifting and shuffling
in her seat in sympathy as Casey’s feet did an involuntary little dance between
strokes. God that man was a sadist. He should be arrested. But damn, he was
beautiful, and so freaking masterful. She was entranced.
Finally
it was Megan’s turn. Although they had only just met, Katherine had more
empathy with her because they had actually spoken and Katherine liked her.
“Name,” Mr Mullens barked.
“Megan
Michaels, sir.” Megan spoke in a small voice not eyeing him but Katherine
caught a glimpse of her eyes. She saw no remorse there, Megan was playing him! Katherine
couldn’t help her grin as she blew her new friend a discreet kiss. She held up
her panties as instructed and Mullens went red in the face as he eyed the tiny
lace thong, barely bigger than an Elastoplast. His eyes bulged and Katherine
eyed him in alarm, afraid he was going into some sort of fit.
“And
pray, what is that supposed to be Miss Michaels?”
“My
panties, sir.”
“Panties
are supposed to cover your bottom and offer protection. You are about to see
that does neither. Put them on.” There
was a collective gasp about the room. No-one expected that.
“Hurry
up,” he snapped as she dithered.
“You
will receive thirty strokes of the slipper. And instead of saying your line,
you will write out five hundred times, Panties
are to protect my modesty while you sit at your desk in those said panties.
Nurse Brown will supervise.”
Mullens
wasted no time on more words, he put his hand on Megan’s shoulder and turned
her to face the wall before pushing her downwards to grab her ankles. With no
lines to repeat, his spanking was swift and merciless. Katherine winced with
each slap of the shoe. Poor Megan’s neat round globes were wobbling like jelly,
such was the speed of the spanking. Pink became red became purple as she howled
and fussed. But she didn’t let go. Not once. When Mullins finished, she even
remembered to thank him.
“Well
done, Miss Michaels,” he praised with an admiring glance and a pat on her
shoulder.
Katherine
melted then. She caught Megan’s eye as she returned to her spot, and even
through the tears there was a small smile playing on her lips.
Katherine
herself felt like she had been up there, such was her discomfort. Her ass ached
and scratched and she was in total inner turmoil. What had started out as
morbid fascination had grown to insatiable hunger. She wanted to feel that
slipper. And more than anything, she wanted that look from him.
Finally
the fifteen offenders were permitted to return to their seats.
“Are
you ok? Was it truly as awful as it looked?” Katherine asked sympathetically as
Megan gingerly placed her bottom on the unforgiving wooden seat.
“Midnight
feast in my room tonight for those who dare. I’ve got vodka,” was Megan’s cryptic
reply as her eyes sparkled with mischief.
“I’m
in,” Katherine said, feeling the excitement mount. She was thrilled to be joining the
ranks of the bad girls.
My question is, if this were a TV show, who would you have play the part of Mr Mullens OR Nurse Brown, and why did you choose them?
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