Six Very Naughty Girls (9 page)

"Compose yourself,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
said calmly. "We're only half through."

Almost everyone in the class was moved to pity for poor
April
who'd been so brave until that moment.

"I can see I'm going to need assistance,"
Pegg
announced. "The Code says that students must remain still or repeat the punishment,"

"Oh
nooooo
, Sir,"
April
begged.

"...or,"
Pegg
continued, "be restrained. In this case, since it is only
April
's first infraction, she will be restrained. Janet please can you come up here and help?"

Janet, a tall, strong girl, walked up to the front of the room. "You are to hold
April
's arms against the desk as I proceed with her punishment," Mr.
Pegg
instructed. Janet nodded.
April
stood in front of the class, rubbing her behind and stared imploringly at her teacher.

"Bend over my desk,
April
," Mr.
Pegg
commanded again.

April
hesitated.

"Now,
April
! Or, we will begin at number one."

April
jumped forwards and assumed the correct position. Mr.
Pegg
raised her skirt. "Janet, secure her arms." Janet walked behind the desk and pinned
April
's wrists against the edge of the desk.

"What number are we up to,
April
?" Mr.
Pegg
asked.

"Fourteen, Sir,"
April
answered meekly. "We're up to number 14."

Mr.
Pegg
drew back his arm and let the paddle land with a mighty thwack.
April
cried out in pain and indignation. "Fourteen!" she yelled.

Mr.
Pegg
applied spanks 15, 16, 17 and 18 in rapid succession. He put his full body weight into each spank and carefully aimed them to land on the same spot in the centre of
April
's already scorched bottom.
April
squirmed and shrieked after each blow. As she counted out each stroke, she desperately tried to free herself from Janet's grip. Janet had to work pretty hard to keep her on the desk, but she managed it.

"Luckily, for you,
April
, you continued to count properly after I picked up my pace," Mr.
Pegg
said approvingly. "What number is next?"

"Nineteen, sir,"
April
stammered weakly.

"Speak up, girl!" Mr.
Pegg
commanded and landed an extremely wicked blow in the centre of her throbbing and tender behind.

April
screamed and began to cry loudly. "Nineteen!" she counted in a voice wracked by choking sobs. Again, she began begging Mr.
Pegg
to stop.

"Compose yourself,
April
," her teacher ordered. "I want you to remember the final five spanks in your punishment. I'm going to administer them slowly and firmly. You will request each one. I want your full cooperation. Begin."

The room was silent except for
April
's sobs. Mr.
Pegg
placed the paddle against her burning bottom. "I'm waiting,
April
," he said.

"Please give me spank number 20,"
April
whimpered.

Mr.
Pegg
let go with a particularly vicious smack. He put all his weight into it and it landed with a resounding whack. "
Owwwwww
!"
April
wailed. "
Owwwwwww
."

"The number,
April
,"
Pegg
said harshly.

"20,"
April
sobbed.

"Next."

For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of
April
's childish blubbering as Mr.
Pegg
waited for her to continue.

"We are waiting,
April
. Shall we begin at the beginning?"

This horrible thought moved her.

"Please give me spank number 2l," the punished child said through her tears.

This spank was harder than the last and
April
screamed like a cat in the night, but, she didn't forget to count "2l."

Hoping to get it over she yelled, "Please give me spank number 22!" She held her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke.

Mr.
Pegg
took his time, however. When the blow finally landed, it took her by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk. Janet lost control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose. "Hold her still, Janet," Mr.
Pegg
warned.

"I'm sorry, Sir," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy for the tormented girl and didn't enjoy participating in her punishment, she clutched
April
's wrists all the more firmly so that her battered butt remained the perfect, helpless target for Mr.
Pegg
's
relentless brand of discipline.

All the while,
April
's sobs echoed through the room. She must have been so overwhelmed by her suffering, that she forgot Mr.
Pegg
's
instructions to count.

Mr.
Pegg
grew impatient. "Number,
April
!" he said harshly.

"I don't know, Sir,"
April
bawled. "I forgot, Sir. Oh
pleeeeeease
, Sir!
Pleeeeeease
don't hit me all those times again. Was it 21, Sir? 22, Sir? 23? I forgot," she wailed. "
Pleeeeeease
......," and her voice broke on her tears and stammers.

Mr.
Pegg
turned to face the class as
April
's tears soaked the papers on his desk.

"According to the Code," he announced, "students are required to count each spank.
April
has failed. Therefore, it is up to the discretion of the teacher to decide which on the proper remedy."

He looked at the terrified class sternly. "We shall take a vote, class," he said. "
April
has offended us all. She has interfered with your education today by coming in late. She is receiving a well-deserved punishment for violating your Constitutional rights and, although she is only receiving Punishment Number 1, she is making quite a fuss. So, I leave it to you, class. I intend to apply the specified number of spanks to her tardy bottom. And, she shall count them all. However, should she be further punished for losing count? Can her punishment work, if she isn't concentrating properly?

"All in favour of
April
receiving additional spanks, raise your hands."

Three out of 22 right hands went up.

"An interesting number,"
Pegg
said. "It looks like mercy,
April
. Only three of your classmates are so deeply offended that they feel you should receive further punishment. Interesting because we had just administered to number 22.

"That's right,
April
, only three spanks left. And, only three classmates who feel you deserve more. The solution is simple. Each of these students will give you an additional spank. That should satisfy everyone.

"You are to keep looking straight down at the floor behind my desk. You shall never know which of your classmates has spanked you. You shall simply remember that any one of them could have. By watching your spanking, all of us have approved your punishment."

As her teacher talked,
April
felt as if her bottom was on fire. She didn't know how she'd be able to take the final three spanks on her tender and bruised skin. She didn't care which of her classmates would spank her. She just wanted it to be over. Afterward, she'd probably be embarrassed, but now all she cared about was getting to the end of her horrible punishment.

The break enabled her to regain some of her control. She was unable to stop the flow of tears from her eyes or the searing pain in her bottom, but with a concentrated effort, she was able to stop gasping and making dreadful little moaning sounds. She tried to resign herself to the punishment that was yet to come.

Mr.
Pegg
gestured to one of the students who had voted for additional spanks. He was a sandy haired boy who had always liked
April
. But, because she had never taken him seriously, he had enjoyed her punishment more than the others in the room. He stepped forward and took the paddle from Mr.
Pegg
. Now, he thought, he'd finally be able to make an impression.

Mr.
Pegg
said to
April
, "I want you to understand,
April
that you have offended this entire class by your inconsiderate tardiness. Therefore, before each of your classmates personally punishes today, you are to say, 'I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me.' Is that clear,
April
."

"Yes, Sir,"
April
answered.

"Do you know why,
April
?" Mr.
Pegg
asked.

"Because I have offended the entire class,"
April
stammered. Despite her pain and fear of more torment to come, she was deeply embarrassed by having to make this admission.

She had never felt so totally humiliated in her entire life.

"That's right,
April
. Perhaps, with your classmate's chastisement, you will learn. Do you deserve your punishment,
April
?"

"Yes, Sir,"
April
answered automatically. Punished teenagers have no choice. "I have offended the entire class. I should be punished, Sir."

She spoke as loudly as her tears would permit. And, though part of her rebelled at her punishment, another part was beginning to wonder if it might not be well-deserved. She hadn't given a thought to interrupting the class when she strolled in late this morning. True, she was only two minutes late, but it could just as easily have been five or even ten minutes. If her fellow students were willing to punish her for this infraction, she must deserve it. She was confused by her embarrassment and her pain and she was also very sorry she ever came in late.

Mr.
Pegg
interrupted her speculations. "The first of your classmates is ready to help correct you for your misdeeds. Do as instructed, and request your punishment."

April
shut her tear-filled eyes and repeated, "I'm sorry I was late, class. Please punish me." She spoke timidly and tried to prepare for the spank. She didn't know how hard her classmate would hit.

The blow came suddenly. It was not as hard as her teacher's, but it brought fresh tears to her eyes nonetheless. Any touch on her burning, sensitive skin would make her cry for quite a while.

Mr.
Pegg
took the paddle and the sandy haired boy sat down.