by Susan Thomas
The Spanking Adventures of
Butterfly McKendrick
by
Susan Thomas
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Copyright © October 2015 by Susan Thomas
Published by LSF Publications
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Cover design by Nathaniel Scott.
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This is a work of fiction. It includes adult spanking and some sexual scenes. Any resemblance to actual persons, places or events are purely coincidental.
When 18-year-old Butterfly McKendrick visits her uncle, a brilliant but rather eccentric inventor, she discovers he has created a Fiction Insertion Device that allows the user to insert themselves into any work of fiction. She tries it briefly with A Christmas Carol, but back home again she uses it on the kind of story she really likes: spanking fiction! Inserting herself into 'Kane Court School' she finds herself dressed in full school uniform at a boys' boarding school that has recently begun to admit girls to its sixth form. Here she discovers that the cane and slipper are in frequent use by both teachers and prefects, and quickly finds herself on the receiving end of both. After a failed attempt to lose her virginity with the incredibly handsome head boy, David, she extracts herself from the story.
A week later, Butterfly uses the device again to insert herself into 'Blushing Bots for Blushing Brides' where she meets the Rev. Jack who spanks her for putting herself in danger. She accepts the job of Parish Secretary and gets to witness Rev. Jack spank a whole series of penitent women. After a while, Butterfly realises she has fallen in love with him and, despite spanking her bare bottom with a hairbrush for dressing inappropriately in church, he asks her to marry him. Rushing home, she consults her uncle regarding the consequences should she decide to accept... what will she decide to do?
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Also by Susan Thomas...
Chapter 1
In which Butterfly encounters the F. I.D., meets a Greek god and gets a very sore bottom.
Butterfly McKendrick was on her way to see her Uncle Dragonfly McKendrick. Her uncle was undoubtedly the cleverest and most eccentric of anyone in a family noted for its intelligence and oddity. His many inventions had made him immensely rich but he still lived in the small house with the large garden that he and his wife Posy had bought when they first married. The house looked in need of some tender loving care because Dragonfly McKendrick simply didn't notice unpainted windows or leaking gutters. Butterfly pushed open the front door, which was never locked, and made her way through the narrow walkways which was all that was left as every conceivable space was covered in bookshelves which in turn were packed with books.
She walked into the kitchen but her aunt, a wonderful cook, shouted, "Stay out I'm making turnip soufflé."
Butterfly stayed out for she loved her aunt's turnip soufflé and went out into the garden. Much of the garden was given over to animals: there were two goats, many chickens, a few geese, two turkeys, a whole host of rabbits and a peacock. At the bottom of the garden there was a beech hedge which shielded the wooden workshop where her uncle produced the fruits of his genius. She walked in. In the centre of the workshop was the weirdest contraption she had ever seen in a long history of weird contraptions created by her uncle.
"What is that?"
"Oh hello, Butterfly. It's my latest invention... a Fiction Insertion Device, or F. I. D. for short"
"What?"
Her uncle laughed, "I don't know, Butterfly! Really, with your ability I'd have thought you capable of at least taking a guess. I'll explain. The human mind has always created stories, fables, and tales. We tend to say they are not real but what is real? Well of course it depends on your definition of reality. If we take Tabor Staskorski's definition, the reality is there, it is just in a different dimension. The problem is then how do we bridge the distance between the story and its real self. I have found how to do that. It doesn't work well with music but I may be able to solve that; art is very difficult and moving images extremely dangerous. However, anything in written fiction is ideal. My machine can insert the operator into any fiction ever written. Of course you can't do anything much, especially to famous books, because you might change the plot and that would be awful. So, for example, you can follow Oliver Twist as he walks to London or see him in court after he gets falsely accused of picking pockets but not rescue him."
"Don't be silly, Uncle Dragonfly, you can't go swanning around in Oliver Twist with that thing, someone would notice."
"No, that stays here, you use this." He held up something the size of a smartphone. "This is tuned to your mind, so if you turn it on and press 'insert' then think of the book you want to get into, you'll go there. To come home you just press 'home' and it takes you back to wherever you came from. Simple, and you don't have to be here, the machine broadcasts over a wide area. Want to try?"
She did and he quickly tuned the little transmitter to her brain. Butterfly pressed 'insert' and thought of A Christmas Carol. Immediately, Butterfly found herself shivering in a rather rundown street outside an even more run down establishment with a sign that read 'Scrooge and Marley'. She was shivering with cold but noticed the stink around her. It was a mixture of horse shit, unwashed bodies, coal smoke, dirty slush and wet clothes. It was also rather noisy, and the many people looked underdressed for the cold weather, not to mention underfed and rather grubby. A small thin man came out of the Scrooge and Marley premises. He was a miserable looking man with a permanently frosted nose and he too looked underdressed for the cold but somewhat better dressed than the others.
"Scrooge," she breathed softly. Butterfly got closer. She loved A Christmas Carol and had read it quite a few times. At that moment Scrooge slipped on the slush. It may not be in the book but that is what happened. Butterfly's hand shot out and she caught his elbow steadying him so that he did not fall.
Scrooge glared at her. "You needn't think you're getting a penny from me, you little guttersnipe."
"Don't want one," smiled Butterfly, "but you're going to have the best Christmas for a very long time, Mr Scrooge."
"Bah Humbug," he retorted and walked on.
Butterfly pressed 'home' and was instantly back in the workshop.
"That was fab, uncle. I got Scrooge to say, "Bah Humbug' to me. Fantastic, truly awesome."
At that moment, Aunt Posy called to them and they went in to enjoy her delicious turnip soufflé followed by goat casserole. The talk was of many things but that evening when Butterfly was back in her own bedroom she began to think of all the books she could get into with her new transmitter.
Now I wish I could list all sorts of wonderful works of fiction that she considered but I can't because Butterfly was odd like the rest of her family. At eighteen she had already been obsessed for many years with spanking stories. On her Kindle were many romantic spanking stories from Bots That Blush... silly stories but great spankings. She regularly logged in to a website that featured a library of spanking stories, leaving comments under the name of Naughtymissy, and also frequented other sites such as Bend over Girl. The list of works she was considering was a list of spanking stories.
One of her favourites was a story about a boys' boarding school where the cane and the slipper were in frequent use by both teachers and prefects. Into the sixth form come twenty girls, the first admission of girls ever, but not the last plann
ed. Their parents have all agreed that the girls may receive the same corporal punishment as the boys. Butterfly was deeply attracted to the whole idea, and she reasoned that she could both pass for sixteen and that an extra girl getting her bum walloped couldn't possibly disrupt the plot of a spanking story. If it all got a bit much she could of course press 'home' and be gone in a flash. Pressing 'insert' on her transmitter she thought of Kane Court School and - whoosh - she was in a dormitory with four beds and three other girls.
Immediately, she discovered something her Uncle Dragonfly didn't know. He had told her that she was stuck with whatever she was wearing when she inserted herself into a book but she found herself in full school uniform. Somehow the machine was detecting the difference between a short visit (no change of clothes) and a long one, where it would enable one to blend in.
She was kitted out in a dusky pink blazer, grey A line skirt, white blouse with the pink and grey striped tie of the school, white socks, black shoes and, quickly hoisting her skirt to check, dusky pink school knickers. One of the girls was talking to her; somehow she knew it was Annabelle Matchless.
"Come along Butterfly, you know the headmaster wants to see us. Do hurry up, we don't want to be in trouble now, do we?"
Speak for yourself, was the thought that ran through Butterfly's head as she quite fancied getting a few wallops with the slipper over her dusky pink knickers, but she hurried along in the wake of her chum all the way to the head's office.
Dr Gasket was sitting with the head boy, David Jones, more man than boy at six foot with a strong jaw, blue eyes and the body of a Greek god.
"Ah girls, thank you for being so prompt. I have been in conference with David and it is obvious to us that the disciplinary system we use will have to be amended slightly to accommodate you girls. Currently, boys who get pulled up by a prefect come along to the prefects' court and, if found guilty, drop their trousers, and either David, a senior prefect or one of the other prefects gives them a dose of the slipper or cane as appropriate."
Butterfly raised a question. "What if they are innocent?"
"Rarely happens," replied David, "but if they are the prefect gets walloped instead."
"Now," continued the head, "obviously girls can't drop their trousers but they can raise a skirt or just lower it as they wish but I don't think it appropriate to have David or one of the prefects administering punishment to girls, do you?"
Butterfly looked at the Greek god and clearly Annabelle was thinking the same: getting him to wallop their bottoms while only clad in their knickers was no problem whatsoever.
The girls spoke together. "Well no, headmaster, it really isn't a problem. All of us girls knew that we could well end up getting our bottoms walloped over our knickers by the male teachers and by the prefects. We accept that everything must be fair, and honestly, it isn't fair to the boys if we get treated differently."
David looked pleased and the headmaster relieved. The headmaster went on. "Jolly good attitude, and on the subject of fairness we think it only fair that the girls have some prefects too. Going on the records from your previous schools we have decided to appoint you two as prefects. Annabelle, we know your family so you are senior prefect and you, Butterfly, will be a prefect."
"That means," interjected David, "that you get to administer the cane or slipper to either boys or girls as that is what has been decided."
Butterfly liked the idea of spanking some boys with the slipper or giving them a good caning, and it made her quite weak at the knees to think of lowering her skirt and bending over in a room full of boys to have David do that to her. She really had picked the right story to go to.
"Well, David, I think that's all for the moment, but Annabelle and Butterfly, you'd better stay and I'll teach you how to use the cane. David can teach you how to use the slipper later."
David left muttering, "Good luck," to the girls though they weren't quite sure why he said it.
"I'm going to enjoy this, girls," chortled Dr Gasket. "I get so few chances to teach these days; teaching Latin and caning is all I ever get to do. I suppose I can combine them locus poenitentiae," he added and then laughed.
Annabelle looked blank so Butterfly explained. "Latin for a place for repentance, or in other words you repent when getting your bum walloped in a Latin lesson. So, Dr Gasket, how do you teach us to cane someone?"
"Watch me closely, Butterfly. Annabelle, either raise your skirt or let it drop, and then bend over and touch your toes."
Annabelle looked embarrassed not to say worried but she undid her skirt and let it fall to her ankles before bending over and touching her toes. Butterfly watched Dr Gasket's posture and movements as he raised the cane and, with practised ease, whipped it down to land on Annabelle's rather attractive bottom with a nasty flick of the wrist at the end. There was a horrid crack as the cane bit into the dusky pink knickers leaving a clear line. Butterfly found it exciting and loved the glimpse of a red line forming on that part of Annabelle's bottom not covered by her knickers. Annabelle squealed girlishly and Dr Gasket frowned.
Swish went the cane again, landing on the knickers with another nasty crack and eliciting another high pitched squeal from Annabelle. Dr Gasket frowned again while raising the cane for the third stroke.
Swish - the cane sailed through the air; Butterfly noted the correct method for getting maximum force, and hoped to emulate that wicked little flick that made all the difference. Crack - the cane landed with its vicious noise, and this time Annabelle really squealed in what was actually a delightfully girly way, but it brought a stern frown to Dr Gasket's face.
Butterfly was delighted with the clear lines across Annabelle's tight knickers and the little glimpses of red lines that could be seen poking out where her knickers didn't quite cover her cheeks. She had only read about such things in stories before and now it was all happening right in front of her eyes.
Annabelle stood holding her bottom and revealing rather watery eyes. She pulled her knickers away from each cheek in turn, letting out a whistle as she saw the marks.
"Gosh, that hurt."
"Yes, well of course it is meant to. No, don't bother putting your skirt on just yet because after I have caned Butterfly - and you must watch my technique - you'll be caning each other until you get it right. What fun this is, girls, I'm sure you agree.
"Now, Annabelle, at this school we tell the boys they must take their punishments like men. What we mean is that one does not cry out or at least as little as humanly possible. Of course, the first years squeal a great deal and that's acceptable but you are both sixth formers, so no letting the side down with those girly squeals, there's a good chap... er I mean girl. Tears are alright; we all expect that from you, being girls, but keep the noise down.
"Now then, Butterfly, skirt up or off, there's a good girl; and, Annabelle, you be sure to watch carefully."
Butterfly, odd girl that she was, couldn't get her skirt off fast enough; she had dreamed of a moment like this and, although she knew it would hurt, was anxious to experience it. In addition, her odd family had given her a most sheltered boy-free environment. In the days when mixed schools were a rarity, they had sent their children to mixed schools. Now mixed schools were commonplace, they had sent her to a small girls' school which specialised in bright oddities. So, to Butterfly, walking around in her knickers in front of a man seemed very exciting. She would have preferred David of course but Dr Gasket would do. Wanting to get the full experience, she pulled her knickers up tightly, exposing more of her cheeks, and bent over, neatly touching her toes with straight legs.
Dr Gasket had never caned a girl before Annabelle had bent over. He had found her very attractive but Butterfly even more so. He hadn't realised what he had missed by not having girls in the school before. The new term suddenly seemed full of promise. Warning Annabelle to watch carefully, he swished the cane down hard on Butterfly's bottom. The sound was slightly different to that produced when caning Annabelle, for most of Butterfly's bo
ttom was free of knickers.
Butterfly felt a blow, then a line of exceptional heat appeared on her bottom that seemed to dig deeply into her. Mindful of the ban on girlish squeals, she managed to merely hiss at the pain, and was proud to keep her fingers neatly touching her toes.
Swish crack, and the second of Dr Gasket's formidable strokes landed on her delicate skin. Butterfly was surprised at how much it hurt, far more than her imagination or the stories she had read had indicated. She hissed again and, when the third stroke cracked down on her nearly bare bottom, she managed just a little grunting sound from somewhere in the back of her throat. She stayed neatly bent over until she heard the approving voice of Dr Gasket.
"Well done, Butterfly, taken like a man; you may stand up now but don't bother with your skirt for the moment."
Butterfly, too, looked at her marks and found she was most dreadfully excited by them; at last she had had a real caning experience. True, it was only three strokes, but one has to start somewhere, and it had hurt to be sure but she had not fussed. Her bottom was sore, but she felt a deep sense of satisfaction and an exciting tingle that went all over her body and down into some very naughty places.
"Now then, girls, you have had a chance to experience a proper caning and watch my technique so now you will cane each other in turn until I am satisfied you will do a thoroughly good job."
"Oh wow, cool."
"Butterfly, really, such slang is most unbecoming, express yourself properly, girl."
"Sorry, Dr Gasket, what I meant to say was, that is excellent. Annabelle and I are really eager to do a good job when chastising other pupils, aren't we Annabelle?"
Sadly, Annabelle looked considerably less enthusiastic, and bent over only slowly when the headmaster said Butterfly could give her a "...jolly good trio to begin the proceedings."
