by Susan Thomas
Eventually, Dr Vale allowed me to get up and adjust my clothing. They both congratulated me on how well I had taken my first spanking. I took my copy of the plan and left. When I got back to my room my bottom was still hot and stinging but I didn't mind that much. After all, being caned was a great deal worse. I sat, put on a favourite CD, and thought about what had just happened. I discovered that I had rather liked it. No, not being actually spanked because I'm not some masochist, but the whole scenario of being disciplined. I had been over his knee, almost powerless, and was being spanked ultimately in order to change or correct my behaviour. It was a wonderful feeling of not being alone, but supported with the promise of a good spanking if one did wrong. I loved it.
Now if you think that I immediately changed my bad habits for good then for goodness sake get a grip. I am still a teenager and even I know it's going to take me a while to get sorted out. It took just two weeks to fail the first of my money managing targets. I had to a have a regular meeting with Dr and Mrs Vale and they dissected my failure in about five minutes. My programme was checked and Mrs Vale pronounced, "A sound hairbrush spanking for you." I was very nervous, but I walked over to her.
"Now come along, my dear, let's have those jeans down. Good, and now your knickers. Please don't be shy, you've been in this position before." Well, yes I had, but this was another first for me. In slightly over a year I had been switched, caned, strapped and hand spanked, each one for the first time. All of them seemed to have been in front of witnesses and this was no exception. Mrs Vale was going to do the spanking, but Dr Vale was sitting there along with another academic who was being trained up as a tutor for Castigat. It was a clergyman, the Rev. Dr. Maurice Pendred, who was from another university. By now I should have been used to having my bare bottom walloped in front of, or by a man, but I still found it difficult.
I really felt I really deserved to be spanked this time; I had failed my targets and had known what would happen, so I was nervous but actually wanted to be spanked. She asked the two men if they were happy for her to start, and then brought the hairbrush down on my left cheek. Well, it had a broad wooden back and I had known it would sting but nothing like that awful intense sting that seemed to inflame the whole cheek. I yelped and jerked, but even as I did so the brush landed on my right cheek and then right across the middle of both. She was a methodical spanker and that remained the pattern, so I knew where it would land next: left, right and middle, smack, smack and smack. I can tell you just the first smack had me wriggling, but after a half a dozen I could barely keep still. All the sting which seemed to be in the centre of my cheeks was incredibly intense, and it just seemed to get worse with every second. I was wriggling so much I nearly came off her lap.
"For goodness sake girl, do stop making such a fuss and take your punishment properly." As soon as she had snapped out her reproach I felt guilty, but then I heard Dr Vale.
"My dear, that is no way to talk to a member of Castigat; she is a volunteer, remember." Mrs Vale paused in her spanking (what a blessed relief) and apologised first to me and then her husband. I accepted her apology quickly (well I was bare bottomed across her knee and she was holding a hairbrush!). Dr Vale said nothing. Afterwards, when Mrs Vale was showing me out, she apologised again and told me that her little burst of irritation would mean that Dr Vale would spank her later that evening.
The break in the spanking was short lived. Mrs Vale crossed one of her legs over both of mine, locked one arm with hers (the other was sort of trapped by my body) and proceeded to spank hard and fast. I shrieked out because that intense sting just escalated from sore to unbearable in a matter of a few seconds. I am ashamed to admit that I was on the point of pleading for mercy when my spanking stopped. Yes, I did cry and I stood there for a while with one hand clasped to my bum and the other blowing my nose and then wiping my eyes with a handkerchief. I left my jeans and knickers where they were, which was on the floor, because they had come off during the spanking. I was so wrapped up in my hot stinging bottom that I completely forgot about the two men in the room until the Rev. Dr. Pendred asked me a question.
"Er ... excuse me, my dear. May I just enquire whether you feel any resentment at having had a quite severe spanking?"
I turned to face him still with my jeans and knickers off (that made me go hot with embarrassment when I realised what I had done). "Resentment? Good grief no, I deserved that. I want to solve this problem of mine, you know."
Mrs Vale took me off to sort me out so that I could go home. I looked in her mirror and my bottom was in an awful state. It was dark blotchy red at best, and the centre part of each cheek was very badly bruised. That night, back in my room, I reflected on my spanking, and decided that it had done me good. I was going to be more careful in future (or risk another spanking), and yet I didn't feel ridiculously guilty because I had been spanked and it had hurt. I had taken off my jeans and was just in a top and knickers, and as I fussed around preparing for the next day and listening to music, I forgot how I was dressed and what had been inflicted on my poor bum. There was a bang on my door, Morag announced herself, and I let her in without a second thought. I realise now I should have put my jeans on but I didn't, and then I heard a loud, "What the heck happened to your bum?"
I had made friends with Morag because she was a very strictly brought up girl from Scotland who simply didn't want to waste her time at university. To her, anything other than study was a waste of time, but ironically she was probably the worst manager of time that I knew. She always was chasing her tail simply to keep up. She said it had been the same with her 'Highers' which apparently are the equivalent of 'A' Levels. However, she had become a good friend and I valued her. Now she had me by the shoulder and turned me away so she could look at my bottom. She pulled up my knickers to get a good view. "What on earth happened to you?
This was one of those moments when you have to decide whether to tell the truth or lie. Now I ask you what lie would have been in the least bit credible? "Please Morag, promise if I tell you that you'll keep it secret." She nodded. "OK, Well... I have just been spanked... with a hairbrush... on my bare bum. Oh, it's OK, I agreed to it." I spent the next five minutes in a fit of giggles at the expression on her face. It was so funny. Of course she would not let it rest at that, and so (without naming the tutors) I explained about the Castigat Project. Her opinion was that I was mad and I let her rave while I made coffee. Well, after all it was quite a major departure from normal life in the UK. She asked me what my improvement plan was about and I told her, and for the first time she looked thoughtful rather than scornful.
"So, do you think this is helping you?" she asked.
"A bit early to say but I'm pretty sure it will. Being spanked isn't that bad but it's bad enough to make you want to reform. Also, I get so much extra help with sorting myself out that it's a small price to pay for that help. The way I look at it is this: if you went to a lawyer for legal help you'd have to give him money; I get real personal help for nothing unless I screw up in which case I get spanked."
Morag went very quiet for a while and then she asked, "Do you think they could help me organise myself? You know, my time management thing."
"I expect so... they are all tutors and professors."
"Mmmm... how much does it hurt... that being spanked with the hairbrush bit?" How on earth was I to describe how much it hurt to someone who had never been spanked? Instead I asked her if she wanted to try it, and she cautiously agreed. She undid her jeans, slid them down a bit and then pulled her knickers down to just below her bottom. Anyone would think that pulling them down just a little would mean it wouldn't hurt so much. She had done a lot of dancing at school and her bottom was well shaped with good skin tone. I thought that if men found a girl's bottom attractive they would find hers very attractive indeed.
She sort of leant forward, sticking her bum out with her hands on her knees. I brought the back of my hairbrush down on the centre of her bottom with a good hard smack. She ye
lped and grabbed her bum and stood up, saying, "Ow that hurts." I was amazed at how much of a red mark that one smack had made, and had a strange desire, which just washed over me, to turn her bottom red... very odd... so I laughed at her. "You won't find out what a spanking's like from one smack; you'll need at least half a dozen for that." She gave me a hard look but then bent over again. I brought the hairbrush down with a good hard smack on her right cheek and then her left cheek and then right across again. She yelped and swore at every one of them but her bottom had big red areas on it and I found it fascinating. Smack down on the left again, then the right and a final good hard whack right across her bum. She stood up rubbing her bottom and going on about how much it hurt. Each of her cheeks was red all over but with oval patches developing right in the middle. These patches had a deeper, darker rim and an almost white centre. That was just seven smacks, no wonder my own bottom was so marked.
With all the fuss Morag had made, I expected her to back away from the whole idea quite quickly, but I guess her desire to get her work schedule under control was a strong one and I found myself on the 'phone to Dr Vale. "I have a candidate for the Project," I announced.
Morag turned out to be more nervous than I expected. She was desperate for me to go with her even though that meant I would know all her problems and targets. I sat through the whole induction feeling rather superior because I had already been through all this. Then came the time for her 'commitment spanking'. She went bright red from her cheek bones right down to her neck. She looked at me and I nodded encouragement. As she pulled her jeans and knickers down, she kept her hands to her front and hurried herself over Dr Vale's knee. From where I sat I had a good view of Morag's bum but also certain other parts, and now I went red because I hadn't realised what he had seen of me. OK, so I am an innocent.
I saw just how hard his hand landed on her bottom, and I watched the sort of spring in her cheeks made by his hand. The crisp smack of his hand on her bare bottom sounded so much louder now that I was just watching, but then I guess your mind is occupied with the stinging of the spanking if you are the one over the knee. Morag was tall enough for her hands to be firmly planted on the carpet while her toes touched it as well. I could see immediately that Dr Vale's rapid fire smack, smack, smack technique was making her wriggle. Her legs began to cross and uncross and she began to make little "Oh!" and "Ah!" sounds. Smack, wriggle "ah!" was the pattern, but although the smacks kept an even pace and force, the wriggles and sounds got more urgent. Poor Morag, only a spanking and yet she was finding it hard to take. Her bottom of course was getting redder and redder by the second, and then I noticed that Dr Vale was deliberately making sure that every square centimetre of her bottom was turned red. Soon the centres of her cheeks were getting a slightly mottled effect and poor Morag was lifting first one hand and then the other; she also started to cry a little. Finally, Dr Vale felt her bottom was red enough and stopped. Morag got up and quickly pulled up her clothes. I went over and put an arm around her as she brushed away a few tears. "Whew!" she exclaimed, "that stings a lot."
It's good having a friend in the Castigat Project but is the project a good idea? In this, the twenty-first century, should Morag and I really need to get our bottoms spanked to remain good girls with good habits? I am still not sure, but the academics behind it are all able and experienced so who am I to worry about it? You'll have to make up your own mind. Meanwhile, I am following my improvement plan and hoping I don't often have to drop my knickers for a spanking.
Also by Susan Thomas...
A Change of Regime
It is some time in the future, and with a change of UK government comes a series of radical new measures which brings corporal punishment back in vogue. This includes the legalising of spanking in the home as well as a partial restoration of corporal punishment in schools and for certain offences within criminal law. Aspects of the new regime are described in the following six stories...
In Punishment, 18-year-old Amy's father, who had previously voted for the new disciplinary reforms, has second thoughts when his daughter is sentenced to be strapped at one of the Ministry of Justice's 'therapy' centres.
The Nice Headmaster details how student teacher, Olivia, is subjected to a lengthy paddling by her headmaster, a monthly procedure instituted by the Department of Education under the new regime.
In The Students of the Nice Headmaster, Olivia and two of her colleagues spend the holidays at one of their parent's homes. One evening, after a few drinks, they are distracted by a group of boys and return home at 3am. The next morning they pay the price and are each subjected to a bare bottom strapping.
False Identity sees the introduction of further disciplinary measures, including a curfew. Sixteen-year-old Marion gets caught out after curfew and being over the legal drink limit, but uses the ID card of her elder sister, Estelle, when confronted by the police. As a result, Estelle is forced to endure a triple punishment administered by strap, cane and birch, on her sister's behalf.
In Black Card, having made a major error at her place of work, Amelia must attend a Penitence station where she is subjected to the painful humiliation of a computer-administered spanking.
Twenty-five-year-old Lucy receives a computer-generated sentence from the Ministry of Justice in Mistake. She knows she is innocent, but the court refuses to acknowledge its mistake, and she is forced to attend a penitence booth for her punishment.
Journey to Love
Soon after Kathy Anderton starts dating, she wonders why she is expected to have sex to keep a boyfriend - a view shared by her friend Kelly, who invites Kathy to attend her church. Kathy's mum is pleased with this development, particularly as she finds out she is dying of cancer, which prompts her to make arrangements with the vicar concerning Kathy's future. Coming to terms with her mother's death, Kathy is sad, scared and angry - angry that she was abandoned by a father she'd never known, and that both sets of grandparents refused to acknowledge her existence. Anger fuels her to research her father, and she discovers several Anderton's resident in a small rural town in America, and also finds a girls' college some twenty miles away. Kathy investigates further and finds it to be a very strict Christian college with curfews, rules, mandatory attendance at the college chapel, and weekly meetings with tutors to discuss work grades and responsible attitude. Given that she has no stomach for the drinking and sex culture in British universities, she applies for a place - and is successful.
Her new life begins, and when she receives an invitation from Pastor Brad Hoctor to attend his family church, the ideal appeals to her. After the first service, she joins 'Pioneers', a group for the 16- to 21-year-olds in church, and subsequently has her first sight of Assistant Pastor Jack Myerscough - a handsome man who is to become a key influence. It seems that discipline within the church family is strict, and Pastor Jack has no qualms in spanking young women for their disruptive behaviour. This regime is all new to Kathy, but it doesn't stop her from accepting Jack's invitation to go out on a date with him - even though he later punishes her for her own failings. Kathy's developing relationship with Jack unfolds as she finds out more about her estranged family, and her ultimate acceptance of Jack's authority culminates in a happy ever after ending in this tale of Christian domestic discipline.
The Disciplined Women of Chapel Island
When 18-year-old Kate and her wealthy parents make yet another house move, this time to their luxury new home on Chapel Island, Kate senses from the outset that there is something both mysterious and exciting about the place. The island is beautiful, though somewhat unusual in that it has its own currency and a police and security force known as The Guardians - and it isn't long before Kate has her first encounter with them. Whilst exploring on her bicycle, she narrowly avoids colliding with a golf cart (the mode of transport on the island) and is later questioned by two Guardians who tell her that her mother will be informed.
Subsequently, Kate is puzzled when she notices that her mother has to go out an
d pay some kind of penalty, and on returning home is taken by her husband to his study where she later emerges rubbing her bottom. Kate's curiosity deepens and she follows her mother to the Accountability Suite in the House of the Guardians. As a result of Kate's investigations, she discovers that domestic discipline and corporal punishment are an accepted way of life on the island - and the reason Kate's parents chose to reside here. Under this regime, many infractions are dealt with publicly with all manner of spanking implements.
This is a rite of passage for Kate, who discovers that the ritual of such punishments excites her, and that excitement is carried through to her intimate relationships. When she breaks the rules, she is up for correction, and joins the other island women on stage, all naked and waiting for their punishment, which is often severe. But she is still inquisitive and discovers there is much subterfuge going on, with hidden cameras in her home. Why is she being spied on? Who can she trust? And who are 'The Five' who have control of everything that happens on Chapel Island? She finds out eventually, and becomes empowered...
Spanking the Secretary's Bottom
When Helen takes a job as a secretary at the prestigious Lady Alice school she is shocked and intrigued to discover that the headmaster, Dr Croft, canes the upper sixth girls. As her fascination with corporal punishment grows, she manages to get the headmaster to punish her for her own misdeeds - to their mutual satisfaction.
When a lucrative job offer comes up in government, Helen takes it, and makes the acquaintance of eligible bachelor, Crispin. The two become close, and Helen soon finds that Crispin canes far harder than Dr Croft ever did! It is not long before she becomes a regular visitor at Crispin's family home. The wealthy upper class family is headed by Crispin's father, the General, who takes discipline in the family very seriously, and does not hesitate to punish unacceptable behaviour.
