Six Very Naughty Girls (10 page)

"Thank the class,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
said. "If you don't thank the class for your last spanks, we will start over again at one. And, please, remember to count."

April
's crying was nonstop now. In spite of it, she said, "23" quite loudly. Then she said, "Thank you, class," and waited for the final two spanks.

"Next," Mr.
Pegg
called. He pointed to a smug looking girl in a pink dress. She had disliked
April
because of the sandy haired boy. She'd always thought he was awesome, but once he noticed
April
, he never paid any attention to her. Now she would pay
April
back.

She took the paddle from Mr.
Pegg
and waited for
April
to speak. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me,"
April
said automatically through her sobs. The girl grimaced and swung the hard, leather covered wooden paddle as hard as she could. The blow was so fierce it pushed
April
's head forward into Janet's belly.

"
Awwwwwoooooooo
!"
April
cried out. "
Awwwwwwwoooooooo
!" She began bawling uncontrollably. Satisfied, the girl in the pink dress smiled and handed Mr.
Pegg
the paddle.

It was a full two minutes before
April
remembered or was able to say "Thank you, class." And, when she pronounced these words, they were hardly intelligible. Just three high-pitched squeaks muffled by violent whimpering and weeping.

"Now,
April
, you have one final spank left," Mr.
Pegg
said. "Just one more this time. Next time you are late you will receive Punishment Number 2. That is 25 spanks on your bare bottom before the entire class. And, because it will be your second offense, I shall not be so lenient with you if you forget to count.

"Do you realize you just forgot to count 24?"

"24, Sir!"
April
shrieked. "Oh, please, Sir, 24!"

"I'm afraid it's too late now
April
. After the rest of the class is dismissed, I'll tell you what additional punishment will be necessary to make up for your lack of concentration. Now, we will complete this part of your punishment."

April
was in an agony of panic. She wanted to run form the room, but Janet held her fast to the desk. She still had one spank left and then she'd be alone with Mr.
Pegg
. What would he do to her? She almost wished he'd give her another 25 spanks now, anything to avoid being at his mercy with no one there to help. She trembled and cowered, completely helpless and at his mercy, stretched out across his desk.

"What have you got to say, now,
April
?" Mr.
Pegg
asked.

She was confused. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she sobbed quickly, hoping it was the right thing to say. "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me," she said again. "'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me."

"All right,
April
, we understand that you're sincerely sorry." Mr.
Pegg
called up the third student who had voted "yes." It was another girl. A girl who had always hated
April
for having prettier clothes and a richer family. Now, it was her turn for revenge.

She took the paddle from Mr.
Pegg
. She was a good ping-pong player and used to the feel of the paddle. Ping-pong usually depends on either strength or finesse. This girl knew how to combine both in one stroke. She knew how to hit the ball with a maximum amount of impact to create the maximum amount of spin. She judged that this technique, applied to an already sore and swollen bottom, would cause the maximum amount of pain. Although she wouldn't win any points with this next stroke, it was going to be her masterpiece.

She positioned herself as if she were about to play the Communist Chinese.
April
's backside was in exactly the right place for the best shot. She concentrated and let the energy flow up through her body from her feet, to her arm into the paddle. She breathed deeply and struck. The class was not prepared for what happened.

April
howled and shrieked in complete, total and overwhelming pain. It was a long drawn-out sound, a cross between a high-pitched screech and a deep-throated groan. It lasted a full 20 seconds. Then her body began to flail frantically about on the desk. Janet held fast to her arms. They rose and fell in a vain attempt to let her hands get to her bruised and battered buttocks. Her feet kicked and danced helplessly on the floor in front of Mr.
Pegg
's
desk.

Slowly, the howl dissolved into convulsive sobs. The top of
April
's body went limp. Janet remained holding her arms in place as
April
swung her ass to and fro in front of the class. Her sounds and agonized movements didn't stop for four minutes.

At that point, the sobs turned to little stifled chokes. "
April
, you have not thanked the class for your last spank," Mr.
Pegg
said. "We must follow the Code."

Somewhere inside her,
April
remembered she hadn't counted 25 either. "25!" she yelled and burst into a fresh stream of tears.

Mr.
Pegg
looked at his watch. "That's enough for today, class," he announced. "
April
," he said sternly, "Janet will let go of your hands now. You are to stand up, face the class, say, "Thank you class. Thank you for spanking me." You are not to touch your bottom with your hands. You are to remain after the class is dismissed."

Janet let go of
April
's hands.
April
slowly lifted her limp body off the desk. She was still wracked by sobs. She put her hands at her sides and slowly turned around. Her face was streaked with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at her classmates, three of whom had just mercilessly spanked her, one of whom had spanked her so hard it had almost killed her, and dissolved in tears. She looked at the class, and summoning all her strength said, "
Th
.....
Th
.....
Tha
.....Thank.....y....y... .y.....y....you...
cl
....
cl
...class. Thank you f....
fo
....for....sp........... ....sp.....sp.....sp.....spanking...m....me."

She immediately burst into convulsive sobs as, one by one, the class filed out.

Pegg
remained behind. "Are you thankful,
April
?" he asked her. "You know, it was for your own good."

April
was too overwhelmed to speak. "Perhaps you need to think about it?" he asked.

"Very well. You may miss your next class. You are to remain here. Stand in the corner by the blackboard while I prepare for my next class. You are not to touch your bottom. It is supposed to hurt. You will have the opportunity in the next 45 minutes to decide if you really are thankful for your lesson today. I wager it will be a lesson you won't soon forget. Go on."

April
hobbled over to the corner and stood facing the wall. Although she needed to very badly, she did not try to soothe her tender buttocks with her hands. She could not stop her tears and kept wondering what the rest of her punishment would be. The waiting was agonizing. After 15 minutes, Mr.
Pegg
spoke.

"We teachers have some discretion, as you know, on punishment administration. Your punishment is not over,
April
, because you failed to count two spanks, the 24th and the 25th. If you don't count, how do we know that you're concentrating on your punishment? Day dreaming is a big problem among teenagers. It is completely unacceptable during punishment, when we need your complete attention."

April
's body stiffened as she stood facing the wall. "Turn around,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
commanded. The student obeyed. Her tear-streaked face silently implored him to show pity. "I want to see the look on your face when I explain the rest of your punishment," her teacher said. "I imagine you will find it hard to sit down for a while,
April
. A good week I would judge after the force of that last blow. What a wallop!

"Let's see if your bottom has reached 'Acceptable Punishment Status,' young lady,." Mr.
Pegg
said. "You know, if I find your butt is not punished enough, we'll have to take appropriate action. According to my Punishment Chart, acceptable colours after Punishment Number One are pink, red, purple, green, yellow and blue. Let's have a look."

April
shivered and stared at her teacher in disbelief. "Get on your hands and knees,
April
and raise your bottom in the air."

Too terrified to disobey,
April
got down on her hands and knees and presented her punished butt for inspection. "Raise your skirts and lower your panties," Mr.
Pegg
ordered. With trembling hands and renewed sobs,
April
lifted her skirt out of the way and lowered her panties to her knees. The cool air felt good on her burning hot bum.

Mr.
Pegg
remained studying the effects of the punishment for quite a while. Finally, he said, "Yes, you've been sufficiently spanked. Your bottom is pink and red with a touch of purple and blue. I
suppose the green and yellow will come later, when your bruises start to fade. I'll want to get Mrs. Connor in to inspect this too, so you'll have to wait like that until the next period."

April
remained in this undignified position and continued to cry like a baby. She was unable to control herself at all and made no effort to stop.

Finally, Mr. Striker told her the rest of her punishment.

"Despite the condition of your tender behind, you must attend all your classes,
April
. Today, you must report to your next class immediately after inspection by Mrs. Connor. You will stand at the back of the room during today's classes, so that all your classmates will know you have been punished.

"Starting tomorrow, however, you may not stand. You must sit in all classes no matter how much your bottom hurts, and judging by the look of it, it will hurt a lot for quite some time. In addition, you may not wear any foam rubber or any other type of padding to protect you. Your teachers will make sure you don't by a series of periodic inspections. And, I warn you, young lady, if you are caught trying to protect that tender behind of yours, you will be making matters worse....much worse."

April
remained on the floor, on her hands and knees, with her well-punished bottom raised in the air as Mr.
Pegg
lectured her. "I don't want you to think of this as an additional punishment,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
said. "You are to think of it as an extension of this one. I am concerned that you were not paying attention throughout your punishment this morning. I want to give you further opportunities to think about your lesson,
April
, to make sure it's been well learned.

"Now," he said, "you are to remain in that position until Mrs. Connor comes round for your inspection."

Every school
day at
Longton
Hill School began with an assembly in the hall.
 
Today was no different.
 
The schoolgirls filed in, class by class, the more senior girls sitting on the long wooden benches that ran across the back of the hall and the younger girls on the benches at the front, nearest the stage.
 
The teachers, too, had their assigned places.
 
Most sat on chairs on the stage arranged around the large desk behind which the headmistress sat.
 
Normally, apart from a few books and papers with the headmistress’s notes, there was nothing on the desk.
 
Today, however, a straight length of rattan, thirty four inches long - the senior school cane - was lying there.
 
None of the schoolgirls, apart perhaps from one fifth form girl, noticed it there against the shiny brown surface of the desk top.
 
In addition to the teachers on stage, two teachers each day, chosen by rota, stood in the aisles on either side of the hall, assisting to keep order.