Reformed Characters

by Sarah Veitch

  God, he was hateful. Katy squirmed with shame upon his lap. She wriggled some more as he ran a finger down the cleft between her helpless buttocks then hoisted them higher in the air. 'Stop wriggling around, girl,' he said, 'I'm about to really give you something to cry about.' He slapped at her exposed orbs with renewed hard zeal. 'I'm constantly lecturing on how man and nature must harmoniously coexist to maintain the right temperature - but this adds a whole new meaning to global warming.' So saying, he basted her disarmed flesh again.

  He spanked the centre of each buttock. He spanked the sides. He used his powerful, palm to singe the tender lower curve and equally helpless furrow. Katy writhed and squealed with increasing panic and her fingers moved convulsively on the hard wood bench. A particularly hard spank across her division made her lift her head and bring her hands blindly back in a pleading gesture. Not so hard,' she whispered, spreading her fingers over her burning hemispheres, 'I beg!'

  'Move your hands to the front again,' her punisher said.

  Katy hesitated, hands still on her bum. 'But it feels so very hot, so very painful.'

  'You mean your bare bottom feels hot. Use the correct words, girl. It's too late to start being coy,' the Head of Department said.

  Katy bit her lip then forced herself to follow his orders for fear of further punishment. 'Yes, sir. My bare bottom is very hot, sir,' she said.

  'And doesn't it deserve a good roasting after showing itself to several nations during a video conference?'

  The twenty-five year old winced whilst remembering her actions and whispered a reluctant, 'Yes.'

  'Then get those fingers off that arse so that I can finish baking it,' Dr Kendal said.

  Giving a small whimper of self-pity, Katy removed her protective palms from her glowing rear.

  The renewed spanking felt worse than the original as the senior lecturer again began to wallop her twin rotundities. Her right hand flew back to grip his leg. She squeezed. He spanked. Katy groaned and wriggled her fiery hindquarters. Dr Kendal grunted with satisfaction and slapped on and on.

  'Couldn't I please you in some other way?' Katy gasped out as her buttocks grew ever more scarlet.

  'No - nothing gives me more pleasure than reddening a naughty girl's bottom,' the disciplinarian said.

  'Really, sir. I'll do anything!' she gasped in increasing desperation.

  'Just keep on wriggling prettily under my palm.'

  At last, when her backside felt as hot as a baked potato, he stopped.

  'Lie over that desk, sweetheart, whilst I fetch my cane.'

  Katy scrambled eagerly from his lap. She was less eager to carry out the next part of his order.

  'You mean you want me to... display myself whilst you're out of the room?'

  The fifty year old nodded. 'That's right. I want you to leave your skirt rucked right up whilst you bend over to display your bottom. When I re-enter the computer lab the first thing I want to see is that frightened rump.'

  'And if I don't?' Katy muttered, knowing that what she really wanted to do was plunge her fevered posterior into a very cold bath.

  'If you don't, I'll double your caning from six to twelve.'

  Six of the best sounded bad enough - but a dozen bare-bummed strokes would be unbearable. Snivelling, Katy crossed the room and lowered herself obediently across the large square desk. The position made her haunches stick out like a naked sacrifice and she feared they simply cried out to be caned. She looked back to see that her haunches were a finger-marked scarlet which twitched with heated shame and dread.

  Her superior left. At last she heard the lab door click open again. The twenty-five year old looked tremulously around and was relieved to see Dr Kendal rather than a stranger. She was less relieved to note he carried a crook-handled cane.

  'Kept it inside my jacket as I walked down the stairs. Don't want an audience, do we?' he murmured. 'It's for your eyes only - and your arse.'

  He walked slowly up to her, occasionally swishing the slender rod through the air. At the thought of it whipping its path across her contours, Katy swallowed hard. 'Let's have these legs open a bit,' the senior lecturer said, touching the insides of her thighs with the smooth cool rattan. 'Come on girl, you can spread them wider than that.'

  'Please go easy on me,' she whispered, as she obeyed his orders.

  'I won't lay it on full force, if that's what concerns you,' the doctor said smoothly. 'But I plan to impart an important lesson, which means that your arse will be extremely tender and hot.' He stepped back, then murmured, 'Keep that backside raised and grip the edge of the desk.'

  Katy took a deep breath and did as she was told. Her bare belly rubbed against the wood as she moved, but the real focus of her attention was on her defenceless bare orbs. She waited, buttock muscles tensing and untensing, for the long thin cane. Suddenly heat seared across the centre of her curvy cheeks and she half reared up and clutched frenziedly at her haunches, rubbing at the lengthy line.

  'Aaah!' she gasped. 'Oh, oh, it really burns.'

  'Down,' said the Head of the Department, 'and stick that arse out fully. You've five more like that to go.'

  Tearfully, Katy looked over at him. She looked back at the desk, then stared at the rattan punisher. Was he really going to lay on that many hard strokes? The twenty-five year old glanced over at the computer equipment and remembered her crime and the fact that it had been witnessed by other video conferencers.

  'Yes, sir. I'll bend over the desk again, sir,' she whispered with hard-won obsequiousness before reluctantly getting back into place.

  This time the waiting was worse. Her bottom knew how a cane lash felt - knew it and feared it. Though Katy kept her bum pushed compliantly high, it trembled visibly and wanted to flinch away.

  'Good girl,' her punisher said. 'Just keep it sticking out like that - so twitchily nervous. I think we'll stripe you further down this time.'

  Katy felt the rod lash into her naked cheeks again. This band of red seemed to go beneath the first, its aim equally cruel and determined. Again the twenty-five year old scrambled backwards and howled.

  'Bend over,' the doctor said, his tone relentless. 'After your arse tastes this next one you're halfway there.'

  For long moments Katy danced in place but she ultimately had to concede that he had a point. Gritting her teeth, she allowed her weight to take her slowly over the hard wood again. The doctor tapped the rod against her legs until she obediently parted them to show her private parts.

  'That's better, isn't it, angel?' he murmured. 'Gives me a nice view whilst I'm teaching you respect.'

  'I'll be respectful from now on, Dr Kendal,' Katy said fervently.

  'A sound thrashing will further increase your deference,' the senior lecturer said.

  Third time lucky obviously didn't apply to the cane. Katy yelped as the doctor laid on the persuader. She cried out then did a little dance with her feet and lower torso, whilst using all her willpower to keep her hands and head obediently in place.

  'There! You're learning self-discipline now,' Dr Kendal said with some satisfaction. 'Ask nicely for the fourth hot taste of the rod.'

  'Please cane me, sir,' Katy muttered, skulking about with increasing self-pity.

  'You're a lecturer. You can ask more creatively than that,' her superior said. He walked around the desk and tilted her chin so that she was staring into his eyes,

  'Or would you rather I went to the Dean about your misconduct? Would you rather I gave your name to the other video-conferencers in the knowledge that they might leak the information to the press?'

  Katy shook her head. 'I beg of you, sir, don't do that,' she muttered, lowering her eyelids. 'I'll say whatever you desire.'

  The doctor moved back to stand behind her exhibited bare bum. 'I'm waiting,' he said quietly.

  'Sir, I've been a... been a naughty girl,' Katy said, blushing at the ignominy, 'I deserve to be made to squirm under your cane.'

  'Yes, you do, don't you?' her superior murmured,
then birched her buttocks with the slim rattan again.

  It was too much for the twenty-five year old's anguished parts. Squealing, she jumped up and backed away from the desk, holding her striped and spanked soft hemispheres.

  'Sir, it hurts far too much,' she wailed.

  'Of course it hurts - just as it hurt me to see an academic conference ruined by your bad behaviour,' the doctor said. He looked thoughtful. 'You realise, of course, that this also reflects badly on Tom, your boyfriend?'

  'He's never invited me to the lab. He's not to blame for this,' Katy said. She rubbed tearfully at her tenderised flesh. 'He loves working for you,' she confirmed.

  'Does he indeed? Is that why he's always bunking off with you for long lunches and early dinners?' the Head of Department asked as he toyed with the hellish implement.

  Katy hung her head at his reprimand and held on even more protectively to her punished globes.

  'Are you ready to bend over for the rest of your thrashing?' the senior lecturer asked.

  Katy held more pleadingly onto her fire-filled haunches. 'Please, sir - not quite yet.'

  The senior lecturer looked pensive. 'Well, you can have a little rest now providing you ultimately take seven of the cane on your bare bottom. As you know, I'm a reasonable man.'

  'You mean take an extra stripe?' Katy queried, eyes opening wide with consternation.

  The fifty year old nodded as he stared at her, then swished the hateful hard rod through the air, and smiled.

  'But I couldn't bear another one,' she whispered, palming her existing punished contours.

  'In that case,' the man said, 'you'd best lay your belly over the desk.'

  Breathing hard and fast, the junior lecturer turned back towards the wood. She started to bend slowly over it, but the memory of the cane was too recent and she quickly straightened again.

  'Please - just five moments of respite before I take the last two strokes?' she muttered raggedly.

  'You're being a naughty girl so there has to be a penalty of some description,' her disciplinarian said. He thought for a moment. 'Oh, I know - you can spend the five minutes writhing over my lap and telling me how hot your arse is going to get.'

  Katy shuddered at the thought of this new humbling - but anything was better than an immediate fifth dose of the merciless rod. Obediently she followed her chastener across the room then stood before him in mute appeal with her skirt above her waist.

  'Get that bare bum across my knee girl,' the Head of Department said coolly. 'You know the drill.'

  She did indeed. Cringing inside, the junior lecturer arched her body across his lap, so that her naked haunches were beneath his probing fingers. It felt an age since he'd stripped her of her pretty protective pants.

  'Oh, it's awfully sore, isn't it, sweetheart?' he murmured, tracing the crimson markings, 'and it's going to get a good deal hotter yet.' He retraced the lines. 'Tell me about the two stripes you have due. Describe them to me fully. I want to know that the lesson is being fully learnt.'

  'I hate talking about... about such things,' Katy prevaricated.

  'It's so shameful, isn't it?' the doctor said sweetly. 'But if you describe your repentant arse in glowing detail then you might find it earns lighter marks.'

  Katy squirmed with humiliation as she formed the words - the words that might earn her a less severe final caning.

  'My... haunches feel as if they're on fire, sir,' she said.

  'One talks about a haunch of beef - a girl has an arse or a bum,' Dr Kendal said. He picked up the cane from the floor and moved it tauntingly over her buttocks as if playing a violin. Katy shivered at the wooden warning, and longed to protect her hot flesh from his eyes and fingers. 'Perhaps you'd like to try again?'

  'Yes, sir. My bare bum is so hot and sore that it's all I can think about,' she muttered ashamedly.

  'How hot, my dear?' the man prompted.

  Katy swallowed with further chagrin. 'As if its... as if its been baked.'

  'It was a half-baked idea of yours to come into my laboratory and disturb my assistant,' Dr Kendal countered, 'so a baking burn is very appropriate.'

  Katy remembered his hint that if she demeaned herself he'd go easy on her hindquarters. 'Yes, sir, I deserve a very sore bottom, sir,' she reluctantly said.

  The fifty year old moved his knees so that her naked cheeks were more highly displayed on his lap. 'We've talked about the heat and the tenderness of that rump of yours, but what colour is it going to be by the time I'm finished with it, angel?'

  Katy felt a renewed flash of spirit. 'Blue, sir!' she said. The man spanked each buttock three times in quick succession and she arched and flattened and squealed. 'Red, sir. You're going to make it very red, sir,' she amended apologetically.

  'As red as a rose, or...?' the man prompted.

  Katy bit back a sob. 'More red and sore than I can bear.'

  'But you want to endure it as a means of making recompense, don't you, my girl?' the man continued, 'I mean, I'm not forcing you into anything.'

  Katy reluctantly shook her head. 'I've been bad so deserve a... a well-thrashed arse.'

  The man patted that already-thrashed arse and she squirmed some more across his firm lap.

  'I think it's time it accepted the last two swishy strokes of the cane.'

  Between the devil and the deep blue sea. Between a rock and a hard place. Between the shame of lying across a man's knee for a spanking or being laid across his computer desk to taste the cane. Katy whimpered, and wished that she wasn't undergoing either punishment, but at the man's gentle prompting she got slowly up and walked uneasily across the room. Her skirt stayed nicked up above her waist and her rosy globes jiggled slightly as she wobbled on her high heeled shoes.

  When she reached the punishment station, Katy took a deep breath then presented her buttocks for further rod-based correction. Each reddened inch of her cheeks remembered the cane's harsh message and dreaded the prospect of being striped anew.

  'Don't be shy, girl. I've been teaching that squirming arse manners for an hour now. Make sure it's fully exhibited for me,' the Head of Department said.

  Katy reminded herself that this was for her own good, would stop her usual impulsiveness. She forced her helpless parts up higher and submissively parted her legs.

  For long moments the doctor gently bounced the cane off her flinching young flanks, as if trying to decide where to put the penultimate striping. Then Katy yelled as it blazed a trail across the centre of her buttock flesh. Once again her hands flew from their forwards position and moved round to rub at her subjugated posterior. Once again the doctor talked her into bending humbly over the desk.

  'Now for the grand finale,' he said. The five-times-striped-and-previously-spanked arse quivered at the hateful prospect. Katy groaned and shifted then re-shifted her obedient stance. 'Keep that bare bum perfectly still for me, sweetheart,' he continued, 'or I'll have to warm it all over again.'

  'Yes, sir. I'm staying still, sir, I swear,' Katy whispered, using her remaining willpower to keep her rump subserviently in place.

  'Shall I thrash you here or here or here?' the doctor mused out loud as he bounced the rattan down her tenderised little hemispheres.

  'I've been naughty, sir. It's up to you to decide, sir,' his sore-bummed subject said.

  'I think I'll be moderate as you're at last beginning to learn your lesson,' countered the senior lecturer, 'I'll apply the rod to the fleshiest part of your seat.'

  It was standing room only after the rattan bit into her round soft cheeks. Katy jumped up and clasped sorrowfully at her sizzling posterior. She couldn't bring herself to press her anguished red globes into even the comfiest chair.

  'Go and stand in the corner with your hands on your head for five minutes,' her superior continued, 'and think about what happened today.'

  Snivelling, Katy obeyed him. As she moved from foot to foot in the vain hope of easing her burning bottom, she knew that she'd never be so impetuous again. And when
the Head of Department gave her two final focused spanks before allowing her to smooth her skirt down, she howled like a cat on heat. The fifty year old smiled as he watched her put her panties in her shoulderbag and turn ever so gingerly towards the computer lab door.

  He watched her go, knowing that she'd spend the next week trying to avoid undressing in front of her boyfriend. After all, she wouldn't want him to see her tender striped bare bum in case he got angry or jealous or just plain turned on. Without such sexual distraction, Tom would be of much more value to the university, would catch up on the backlog of lab work.

  Smiling, Dr Kendal returned the cane to his locker, which also housed a nice thick wooden paddle. He hoped to use that very same paddle within the next two weeks. His other lab assistant, Paul, had recently been spending far too much time with a giggly blonde arts student, Anna. She had the cutest little derriere ever to grace a pair of jeans. The girl was flighty enough to ignore the Do Not Disturb sign and would also be taken in by the doctor's video conference sham. Oh, the joys of global warming!

  Brush Strokes

  Was he never going to be allowed to tint some beauty's hair? Kenneth sighed as he finished conditioning his latest client. He'd been stuck with shampooing and setting since being apprenticed to this hairstyling salon two years before.

  Now he glanced into the back shop to see Ms Ardale, his boss, telling one of the sales reps exactly what she wanted. Kenneth enjoyed a glimpse of her dark-nyloned legs.

  Suddenly the salon's many hairdryers went ominously quiet and the shop lights went out. Kenneth opened the blinds wider to let in the midday sunshine. Two minutes later Ms Ardale came hurrying out from the back of the shop.

  'Ladies - I'm afraid the whole street has experienced a power cut. I've just phoned the electricity company, but they've no idea how long the supply will be off so I have to send you all home.'

  There was a low murmur of mixed frustration and understanding. Ms Ardale pushed her lustrous chestnut hair from her face and turned to Kenneth. 'I'm going home to organise an alternative heat source for my tropical aquarium. Give everyone a salon hair care pack by way of apology.' She smiled at him neutrally. 'Then just close up here and enjoy the rest of the day off.'