Reformed Characters

by Sarah Veitch

  'How many swishes do you think you deserve for your many crimes?' he asked softly.

  'Six, sir,' Amy said quietly. It was the number that people always used in films. She wrapped her fingers around the lower bar of the stool and tensed her bum cheeks, then told herself that she wouldn't make a sound.

  'Six it is, then,' the warden clarified before walking over to a wall cupboard from which he produced a long thick rattan with an inbuilt handle curve. 'Luckily for you, my thinner cane snapped last week whilst Mrs Jerome was being disciplined for over-spending,' he added diffidently.

  'Left you then, has she?' Amy muttered.

  'No, she's gone to London for the weekend, partly to buy me new birches and canes.'

  Damn - this bastard really knew what he was doing! Amy bit her lip as his footsteps moved closer to her unclothed limbs. She looked around for a moment to see that Zoe's eyes were feasting on her private yet now fully displayed silken flesh.

  'Are you truly sorry?' the warden asked softly.

  Amy faced the front again. 'Might be,' she said in a mock-casual voice.

  She sensed that the man had drawn back the cane, and she tried to think of her studies, her friends, her golden future. Then a hot thin line shrieked its way across her exposed soft ovals and all she could think about was protecting her arched backside.

  'Ow!' she yelled, shooting off of the stool and stumbling backwards, holding her single-striped posterior.

  'Stay in place for the next five, please, or I may be tempted to lay them on even harder,' her determined punisher said.

  'What if it gets too much?' Amy muttered, rubbing desperately at her sore bottom and wondering if she should just go to the authorities herself and admit her wrongdoing.

  'Fancy the dare-devil being chicken!' Zoe said.

  Amy turned and stared angrily at her mocking room mate. If Zoe could endure a paddling, then she, Amy, could survive another five of the cane.

  'Right, lay the rod on now,' she muttered, bravely lowering herself over the punishment stool again.

  'I'll just admire the view for a few moments first,' her punisher replied.

  Amy shivered as she felt him tracing the cane down her fully raised extremities. She could imagine him staring at her secret feminine place and at her bottom's sensitive divide.

  'The first stroke really hurt,' she said plaintively. 'After the sixth you'll be as striped as your friend's skinny rib sweater,' Warden Jerome replied.

  Amy was trying to think up an answer to that when the rattan again re-educated her. This time she did a wild tummy-dance upon the stool, and clenched and unclenched her helpless oval cheeks.

  'Let's see less movement and more obedience and humility,' the Head Warden ordered.

  'Yes, sir,' Amy muttered, torn between being obsequious to lessen her thrashing or retaining her usual haughty demeanour and telling him to go to hell.

  As she mused, the man whipped the cane against the sensitive area just above her thigh backs.

  'Aaaah!' Amy yelled, half rearing up and clutching her tenderised striped behind. Then she remembered that the gloating Zoe was enjoying every second of this - and would never let Amy forget it if she backed out now. 'Please cane me again, sir - I deserve it,' she muttered, forcing herself to get back in place.

  'Halfway there,' the man said consolingly, adjusting her haunches until they were centrally located across the polished stool top. 'Three more lashes on the bare.'

  Three more on the bare to go! Amy felt her bottom tremble at the painful prospect. It scrunched up. It smoothed out. It mutely pleaded for mercy from the determined cane. She could feel the three stripes enlivening her nerve ends and knew that they must be like red tram lines across her silken helpless flesh.

  'Your friend asked so sweetly for her punishment. Shouldn't you do likewise?' Warden Jerome said.

  'I deserve to... deserve to feel the rod,' Amy mumbled.

  She sensed a gloating smile enter the disciplinarian's voice. 'How hard?'

  'Not too hard, I beg you!' Amy muttered, performing another frenzied stool-top dance.

  'As you're behaving yourself I won't cane over one of the earlier hot stripes,' Warden Jerome said magnanimously. He warmed the girl's lower curves with the rattan and she howled again.

  'What a noise you're making, Amy. You sound like a cat in heat,' Zoe said smugly.

  Amy bit back a gasp of humiliation and pain. 'I'm ready for the fifth stripe, sir,' she said, dredging the words from deep within her. She'd never really be ready for that slender swish.

  'Ignore your little friend. She wasn't so brave when she was wriggling under my brush,' the warden said smoothly. 'In fact, I've rarely seen a spanked girl squirm so hard.' He traced the wooden rod down Amy's red and white flesh.

  'Please punish me, sir,' she muttered, wanting to get the lash over with before her fading resolve failed her.

  Now, now - we must never rush a caning. A girl must reflect sagely on the heat and shame of one stroke before she asks nicely for the next.'

  'Yes, sir. I'm thinking about them, sir,' Amy said obediently, her face flushing to match her glowing sore flesh. She wished that she could put her hands protectively over her vanquished quarters. She wished that she could press an ice cold sponge to both scarlet cheeks. She could clamber from the stool if only Zoe wasn't watching. But in order to be braver than her room mate she'd have to taste the relentless rod again.

  Amy was emotionally ready for the fifth stroke - but when it came its impact still took her breath away. Her lower legs bent upwards in a reflex gesture. At the same time she reached quickly back to massage her protesting flesh.

  'The final and best lash awaits - where shall we put it?' the man murmured. Amy felt the wooden tip pressing lightly into various sections of her arse.

  'Wherever you wish, sir,' she whispered submissively before clutching the lower bars of the stool again and screwing shut her eyes.

  'I think I'd prefer a nice stripe across the centre. It'll be like giving you a pair of red bikini pants as most of the other stripes have merged below that line,' the warden said thoughtfully.

  'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' the student whimpered. She tried desperately to relax her fire-licked haunches in preparation for the last stem stroke.

  When it came she howled with a mixture of hurt and relief and her fingers moved convulsively against the cross bar of the slanted stool. She drummed her bare feet wildly on the sheepskin rug.

  'Stay there for a few minutes and reflect on how young ladies should behave,' the warden instructed.

  'Yes, sir. I'll be a good girl from now on, sir,' Amy gasped, keeping her hands obediently away from her tormented rear.

  Twenty minutes later the room mates walked stiff-leggedly home, their faces as hot as their well-disciplined young bottoms.

  Amy shook her head with stunned wonderment. 'I still can't believe he did that!' she said.

  'It's obviously his party piece,' Zoe noted.

  'He said that Mrs Jerome's gone to buy new birches for her burn. That suggests she must like it,' Amy went on. Zoe looked thoughtful. 'I don't understand how a woman can let her husband spank her like that - but it must be great fun giving the spanking.'

  Amy looked unconvinced as she rubbed at her suede-skirted rump. 'You guess?'

  Zoe envisaged how Amy's taut buttocks had looked as they bent over the punishment stool, mutely pleading for mercy. She experienced a low, dark, secret thrill.

  'Bet I win next week's debating contest,' she said provocatively.

  'Bet I do,' Amy countered, determined to give as well as she got.

  'Tell you what, let's make it more fun. The winner gets to spank the loser,' Zoe said.

  'No way!' Amy looked amazed at the suggestion then half-laughed, backing away with her hands held up in a warding-off gesture. 'I'm not going over your lap in a million years!'

  'But it would be the dare of the century,' Zoe continued.

  'And it's one dare I'll never agree to,' Amy said. />
  They went to their separate beds and soon Amy was snoring away. Zoe's bum had lost its hotness, but still sleep and calm didn't claim her. Slowly she formed an audacious but erotically delightful little plan. She might not be able to pull the bookish Amy over her knee - but she could at least watch another grown up girl being soundly spanked!

  The next night she lurked outside Warden Jerome's bedroom window waiting for him to punish his big-boned but very attractive wife with one of their new London birches. She kept very still and quiet as she perched on her shooting stick. After ten minutes she heard someone clear their throat behind her. Zoe whirled around and found herself staring at Mrs Jerome herself.

  'Oh God - what a fright! I was... em... just waiting for the warden. I've got another blocked sink!' she muttered, staring self-consciously at the skirt-suited and high-heeled woman.

  'You've got a blocked libido, more like,' the older woman said in her usual pointed way.

  'You've lost me!' Zoe muttered, trying to meet Mrs Jerome's clinical gaze but ending up staring at the crisp white blouse which covered her buxom chest.

  'He told me all about spanking you and your friend the other night.'

  Zoe opened her eyes and her mouth really wide. It had never occurred to her that the warden would ever tell his wife about the girls' comeuppance.

  'It was a dare - I had to go through with it or lose my reputation for courage,' she muttered, blushing from her neck to her hair.

  'And now you've developed a taste for corporal punishment? Join the club!' the totally composed and immaculately made-up brunette said.

  'God, no!' Zoe shot back, looking up at her senior's unruffled features, 'I never want to be spanked or paddled again!'

  This time the older woman did look surprised. 'So why are you here then, love?' she murmured throatily.

  'Because I wanted to...' Zoe hesitated, her body awash with new sensations, her mind a jumble of half-truths and newly-revealed desires.

  'We're in the same boat. You can tell me anything,' the woman said more gently as the silence continued.

  Zoe sucked in her breath. 'I wanted to watch.'

  'Watch me and Mr Jerome?'

  Zoe ran a nervous tongue across her lips. 'Uh huh. I wasn't going to intrude, just... well, peek through the window for a while.'

  'We normally draw the curtains,' the self-assured woman said. She smiled at some obviously delightful memory. 'My husband just made an exception for you and your Peeping Tom friend.' She smiled understandingly at Zoe's very pink face. 'If you want to watch naughty girls being spanked, I'll take you to a friend's house - he's currently training a very willing submissive. He loves spanking and whipping that thirty year old girl.'

  'But not eighteen year old girls, I hope?' Zoe muttered, determined not to stretch over another male lap if she could help it. She looked appealingly up at her new found friend.

  'Well, he won't bare your bottom if you're nice and ladylike in his presence,' Mrs Jerome said, starting to unlock her front door. Then she added the words that made Zoe grow wet and hot and rethink her whole sexual persona. 'But as you were naughtily going to spy on me I'm going to have to cane you hard myself.'

  'Fully clothed, I hope?' Zoe challenged in an eroticised whisper. The warden's spouse shook her head and ushered her gently towards the thick wooden bar which ran the length of their four poster bed.

  'No, on the bare for at least half an hour,' she murmured determinedly before bending her new pupil over and pulling down her protective jeans and pants.

  Global Warming

  Katy grimaced as her boyfriend disappeared into the laboratory. So he'd forgotten that they'd arranged to meet for lunch in ten minutes time. There had to be a way to take his mind off of software. A way to make him spectacularly hard...

  There was a Do Not Disturb sign on the familiar door. Ignoring it, the junior lecturer waltzed into the lab. Tom was sitting at a desk surrounded by monitors and modems, his back to her. Katy hitched up her skirt, showing jet black stockings and rose pink bikini briefs.

  'Have a honey trap,' she giggled, 'in place of the world wide web!'

  Tom turned to face her. Only it wasn't Tom - it was his boss Dr Kendal, the Head of IT. His aquiline features were wide with a mixture of disbelief and rage.

  'You're wearing the same jacket as Tom! I thought...' Katy stammered, quickly smoothing her skirt down.

  'Stand over in that corner now and stop talking,' the fifty year old said with quiet authority. 'I've a three-nations video conference underway.'

  On the screen before him a woman with a German accent said, 'Dr Kendal - what can we expect of artificial intelligence by the year 2020?'

  Katy trembled as the Head of Department gave an erudite reply. She knew enough about video conferencing to realise that a camera must have been trained on this room for the duration of the programme, that academics in Germany and God knows where else might have seen her pants. Finally an earnest looking man flickered on to the screen and thanked all of the participants. Dr Kendal said a few more words then switched the equipment off.

  'I've no option but to go straight to the Dean now,' he said coldly, 'I suspect, Miss Nicholson, that young Tom will be reprimanded for letting you trespass and that you're about to get the sack.'

  Katy thought of a life devoid of the career she'd worked so hard for. She loved this lecturing post and was touted to go far.

  'Please, Dr Kendal,' she whispered, hurrying over to stand in front of him, her hands clasped in fearful supplication, 'anything but that.'

  The fifty year old continued to regard her with undisguised contempt. 'You realise that you need to be punished?'

  'Oh yes, but...' Katy searched her shellshocked mind for an alternative to dismissal.

  'You've made a mockery of an event that was weeks in the planning. And if news of your obscene behaviour is leaked... well, you can imagine what the tabloids will say.'

  Katy nodded miserably at his every word. 'I've been so stupid,' she muttered, hoping that sycophantic words would win him over. 'What do you suggest I do to put things right?'

  Dr Kendal moved from side to side in his swivel chair. 'The damage is irreparable,' he said slowly. 'But to install discipline I suggest I give you the caning of your life.'

  As he spoke he moved to the bench which ran along the far wall and patted his lap. Katy followed, dragging her feet, then stood before him with her hands at her sides. She prayed he was only joking.

  'I'm really sorry that I ruined your broadcast,' she mumbled hot-facedly.

  Dr Kendal stared at her as if she was vermin. 'You'll be even more sorry after a warm-up spanking,' he said.

  She couldn't let him do this - she just couldn't!

  'Maybe I can do unpaid lab work for you?' she murmured in what she hoped was a suitably bargaining tone.

  'I've enough lackeys amongst the students.'

  'Or I could take you out to a really fine restaurant...'

  'I'm too busy with my work to socialise.'

  'Is there anything I can do?' the junior lecturer whispered desperately.

  'Yes - bend over my lap and accept your just desserts,' the Head of Department said.

  So saying, he pulled her firmly across his lap. Katy gasped at the indignity and continued to squirm with embarrassment. Her small buttocks trembled beneath the matt grey pencil skirt. 'We don't want this material between my palm and your arse, do we?' her superior soon murmured, lifting her skirt hem and edging the grey serge out of the way. The twenty-five year old closed her eyes in humiliation as he rucked the protective material up above her blouse-clad waist. Now she was semi-naked in his presence, and he was staring down at her stocking-clad legs and rose pink pants.

  'I'm going to turn your backside the colour of those pants,' Dr Kendal continued, beginning to stroke her buttocks through the thin silk covering. Katy blushed as he fingered her taut young orbs.

  'No one's ever...' she muttered as he continued to knead her nervy hindquarters.
r />   'Then it's long overdue,' the badly-wronged doctor said. The twenty-five year old exhaled fast as he spanked her right globe through her flimsy briefs. She hadn't realised he'd be quite so heavy-handed. As she winced and whimpered he toasted his thick palm against her helpless left sphere. Within seconds he seemed to have found a hard, fast, focused rhythm which made Katy growl in the back of her throat. The older man continued to tenderise both panty-clad buttocks whilst she jerked and flattened, arched and twitched and squealed.

  'Thought you were just supposed to be caning me?' she muttered in an effort to stop the spanking.

  'Once you've tasted the rod,' Dr Kendal said, 'you'll be keen to return to even the hardest smack.'

  Katy's heartbeat speeded as she felt him start to pull down her tight-stretched pants. Surely he wasn't going to slap her naked bottom? She put her hands quickly back to hold the protective briefs in place. The gesture was a mute appeal for clemency, and for a moment she relaxed a little as the doctor stopped unveiling her trembling rump.

  'Hands to the front, girl, and keep them there no matter how sore your backside gets,' he said, tapping at her fingers, 'else I'll report your earlier actions to the Dean.'

  'I may tell him what happened myself,' Katy whispered mournfully, still holding on to her knickers.

  'Tell him that you were undressing yourself before my staff in working hours?'

  'I just wanted to...'

  'Wanted to infiltrate a lab that you've no official access to?'

  At the cold truth of his words, Katy's bottom quivered. 'All right,' she whispered brokenly, deserve a bare-bummed spanking. Please pull down my pants.'

  Seconds later she felt the material slither down her stockinged legs before being thrown to the floor. A large male palm kneaded both small rotundities. Katy twisted back her head to see how pink they were.

  'Mm,' her punisher said, 'that arse is coming along nicely. I like a glowing red canvas for my cane.'

  'You mean you've done this before?' the junior lecturer stuttered.

  'Only playfully with girlfriends. Having a genuinely disobedient bare bottom to redden is much more fun.'