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That's what saucy Suzanne Amorelli was. She was spankable. Her rounded ass globes were just begging to be bruised and abused by the heavy hand of her strict, Italian father. He believed in firm, old-fashioned discipline, delivered regularly, and severely. When his hand became too hot from spanking his naughty, teenaged daughter, he'd switch to a doubled over leather belt to really blaze up the warmed up posterior. He'd have to hold her down, of course, because after ten minutes of anughty punishment, she was kicking and crying, and trying to squirm away from his disciplining punishment strokes.
A Managerie of Naughty Girls – a series of short stories.
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She knows better than to bitch about being put across foe knee, skirt lifted, panties wedgied, for a sound spanking - just the first part of her punishment. See her buns bounce in slow-mo! A whack given with the full strength of her arm would really sting, she thought, and give a naughty girl something to think about. Er… Ouch! Er, thank you Zoe. Her bottom was burning hot and stinging like mad.
I am really sorry. Thank you, Zoe. You know I always spank impertinent girls and I can give you any order I like. You know what Miss Gregory said in assembly on Friday about what would happen if anyone, except prefects that is, left the school without permission. What did she say? Miss Gregory, a slim small figure, stood on the stage at the front of the hall. She had her cross face on jaughty her grey hair tied back in a tight bun. Both Zoe and Jane had, despite being sixth formers, failed to be selected as disciline and Zoe resented discipljne omission from that elite group of girls.
I would rule with a rod of iron and everyone would have to obey me or be punished. I like dishing out naughth. I think you would have been too soft to be a prefect, Jane, and discioline let everyone off. So what else did Miss Gregory say? Dizcipline, and she reminded everybody Jane shivered as she said this that she had a of canes in her study and would have no hesitation in using them for breaches of the school rules. She might be getting towards retirement, but she often went to the gym and her right arm was still in good shape.
Please no. In fact, I think a sound caning would be good for you.
Zoe was pleased she would be getting her chocolate and Jane was rubbing her recently spanked bottom and thinking about Miss Gregory, her canes and her strong right arm. There was no further talking, but a few quiet sobs from Jane. Now make sure you take my Maths books across to school today. Tuesday approached slowly for Zoe as she contemplated a feast of chocolate, but quickly for Jane as she dreaded her illegal mission to the village shop.
Zoe decided that Jane should not wear her school ofr in the village and chose a white blouse with no tie, and a grey mini riscipline for her to wear. Jane was still pleading to be let off going to the village, and at one point Zoe had to threaten her with a spanking and another entry into the little confession book. Finally, she had to give Jane a hard stinging slap on each of her thighs and guide her with a firm push out of their study door. Off you go, Jane. Stop worrying and you will be back here safe and sound in a few minutes.
If you are a good girl I might allow you one or two of my chocolates.
Her heart was pounding and a little voice inside her kept telling her to go back. She had to go on whatever the consequences. The village corner shop was only about a quarter of a mile from the school and Jane, walking quickly and anxiously, took about ten minutes to get there. There was a short queue in the shop and Mrs Camps, the postmistress, was serving the customers in her usual slow fashion, chatting away as she did so. Er, sorry, I mean I did go there.
Er, sorry. She is very strict, you know. I know her well. She comes in here for her cigarettes.
But a good caning is just what some modern girls need. Take care. She could still hear Mrs Camps talking to an old lady in the queue. Thank goodness she had got the wretched chocolates and now all she had to do was get back to the school without being seen. She headed back towards the school and as she turned the corner walked straight into somebody coming in the opposite direction. She wished Charlotte would hurry! She wished she'd never seen Jodie McAllister!
By the time of Jodie McAllister's arrival at St. She'd upended them and warmed their bare seats for smoking, with no regard for their maturity. After all, smoking was hardly a of maturity; nor was the way they both bawled during their hairbrushings. In addition to the everyday smack-bottoms given to younger girls - usually with pyjamas down, in the dorm at bedtime - for relatively minor misdemeanours, there were a couple of group spankings - both severe and memorable - tales of which quickly gained mythical status amongst the more impressionable girls.
In the Autumn Term, scarcely two weeks after becoming Head Girl, Sally had been called on by Miss Robbins, the gym mistress, to spank the entire second-form hockey team including the substitutes after a fight involving both teams had broken out during a game against a visiting school, and two girls had been slightly injured. Miss Robbins, obviously fuming, discussed appropriate punishments with the mistress from the other school, then left for the hospital with the injured girls, telling Sally: "I want them slippered, right now.
A dozen with pants up, and another dozen with pants down. While the other mistress slippered her own girls, Sally slippered the St. Still muddy and sweaty, and still wearing their hockey kits, each twelve- or thirteen-year-old was placed across the knee, her pleated gym-skirt was raised, and Sally's plimsoll set to work, first on the tight gym-knickers, then on the bare bum, with knickers at half-mast. Sally suspected that her right arm ached rather more than the girls' smacked bottoms on that occasion.
Later in the term, Sally was requested by the mathematics mistress, Miss Payne, to chastise three sixteen-year-old fifth-formers who she'd caught cheating in a mock examination. She would have punished the girls herself, she told Sally her preferred method was to use a long-plastic ruler over knickers, with the girl draped over her desk but she wanted the girls to be humiliated in front of their classmates with over-the-knee spankings on their bare bottoms, and she could neither manage to place physically-mature young ladies over her knee Miss Payne was very small indeed, and rather frailnor take down their knickers for punishment this privilege being restricted to the Head, Deputy Head, and the Head Girl.
So, Sally fetched her hairbrush and, hearing from Miss Payne the seriousness of the offence, administered three of the very hardest spankings of the year. Holding the large girls across her lap, she raised their kilts, lowered their school knickers, then paddled their bottoms cherry-red, while the other girls looked on in stunned silence, and the naughty spankees howled, thoroughly and sincerely repentant. Sally had administered spankings for all sorts of misbehaviour, but the girls at St.
Catherine's knew that if one thing was liable to earn them a sore bottom, it was failing to comply with the school uniform rules. Like a sergeant-major with sloppy new recruits, Sally's own uniform was always beyond reproach, and she expected no less from her girls. Persistent offenders would expect to find themselves staring at the carpet in Sally's room. Having been invited to the Headmistress's study to meet the new girl and her mother, Sally's first impression of Jodie McAllister certainly hadn't been that complying with the St.
Catherine's school uniform rules would be a problem for the girl. A mature fourteen- year-old, Jodie McAllister was wearing the uniform of her school, and it was very smart indeed - it looked like Jodie and her mother had resolved to make a fine first impression. Jodie sat primly, sweetly demure in a chocolate-brown gym-tunic and stockings.
Her brown and sky-blue striped blazer was lying at her side, so the sky-blue collar and sleeves of her school shirt contrasted sharply with the brown of the tunic.
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She wore the shirt with no tie but with the collar neatly buttoned - like, Sally couldn't help thinking, a recently-spanked St. Catherine's girl. A greater contract than the blue and brown was provided by Jodie's hair, which was long, pony-tailed, and an extraordinary white - blonder than blonde, icy.
Jodie looked positively angelic, and yet there was something about her which made Sally's right palm itch. This proved to be prescient, as Mrs McAllister explained: "You see, Jodie's always been such a naughty girl. When she was little, I would smack her - lift her dress and just a couple of smacks on the bottom - but as she got older, my husband took over the job of disciplining her, along with her brother. When she was bad, I would get him to take her into his study and give her a proper punishment.
She's been at Meadowbank Girls since the start of the year, and it's a good school, but they've no corporal punishment there, and I do think that a good old-fashioned spanking now and then is just what Jodie needs. She's much too big now for me to handle. Three days later, Jodie McAllister had exchanged the chocolate-brown and sky-blue of Meadowbank Girls' School for the maroon and grey of St.
Catherine's, had been installed in the same dormitory as Charlotte Heriot - third-formers both - and was already causing irritation to her new House Captain, Abigail Rice. A curious feature of the year had been how much Sally and Abigail had become great friends. They'd always had enormous respect for each other, but it seemed that the severe spankings they'd both received that day at the start of the year had knocked any envy and resentment out Span,ing their systems.
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Sally had had no reservations about recommending Abigail to be one of the new House Captains, and now she had a good and trusted deputy. So, when Abigail told Sally in passing that Jodie was making a nuisance of herself, with various minor naughtinesses - talking after lights-out, being late for classes - Sally was on the lookout. This was not as easy as it might have been; the collar of the new white school shirt was awfully stiff, and rather tight. Don't let me have to correct your uniform again.
Do you hear? Jodie did this, but slowly, lifting her maroon tartan kilt clear of her beknickered backside. Sally took aim and planted two firm hand-spanks on each of the third-former's buttocks, before sending Jodie on her way, grumpily rubbing her smacked seat. Only two days later, the performance was repeated, only this time Jodie didn't have the excuse of having just changed into her uniform from her gym kit.
Uniform regulations state that girls' school shirts must be tucked in at all times. Uniform regulations state that all kilts or gym-tunics must be knee-length.
The kilt became knee-length once more. Then, to the amusement of a cluster of sixth-formers, Sally bent the wriggling Jodie underneath her left arm, flipped up Jodie's kilt, and administered a quick but effective smack-bottom with her right palm on Jodie's pants, punctuating the spanking with a warning: "Jodie McAllister, you will adhere to the uniform regulations of this school, or I will put you across my knee and give you the spanking of your lifetime.
Are you listening? So, when, the following day, Sally came upon Abigail Rice, leading a tie-less Jodie by the ear naughtt the direction of Sally's room, Sally was livid. As if she didn't have anything else to do other than discipline this naughty girl! Abigail, herself exasperated, explained: "Sal, little Miss McAllister here refuses to wear her school tie. Just like the regulations say. Sally exploded.
Abigail had never seen her so angry, almost out of control. Sally took hold of Jodie's ear the other one and marched the girl towards her room, calling back: "Would you come too, Abbie - I might need some assistance. Abigail shut the door and sat on the bed, watching Sally lead Jodie painfully by the ear to the large mirror above Sally's bookshelf. Sally tugged off Jodie's school blazer - leaving the girl in white shirt, kilt and grey socks - and removed Jodie's school tie from around her waist.
Sally held up the tie, looking at Jodie in the mirror. Jodie looked at Sally, still defiant but now a little fearful. She had her white hair in short plaits, in the current fashion, and her blue eyes were wide. Well, if that's how you want it, I shall give you the spanking that'll qualify you not to wear your school tie. I'm going to give you this tie, and then I'm going to start smacking your bottom. I'm going to continue smacking your bottom until you've put the tie on properly.
If I don't think the tie looks smart enough, you will take it off and we'll try again. She was greeted by the sight of Jodie's pert little buttocks, encased in tight school knickers. Jodie turned up her already-buttoned shirt-collar and looped the tie around her neck, flinching as Sally landed more spanks. Jodie's hips swivelled as she tried to avoid the smacks, like a naughty child being summarily disciplined at the supermarket, but she wasn't going anywhere, and she needed to concentrate on fixing her tie-knot.
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Another half-dozen smarting spanks, and the knot was complete. Quickly, Jodie pushed the knot up to the shirt-collar, and turned the collar down. The spanking stopped at once. Turn around. As quickly as she could, Jodie put on the school tie.
Fourteen spanks later, Sally's opinion was: "Hmm. One last time I think.
Jodie tightened and straightened the tie-knot, so that it stood square and proud below the high white collar. Sally gently patted each of Jodie's buttocks.