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Advisory! This story describes spanking 13 year old girls (but not sexual relations with them).
If this sort of thing disturbs you, don’t read this story.
Katie Horrigan
Mrs Wilson knew that it was now her job to direct the punishment of the girls. She wondered if anybody could tell how shaky she was. She struggled to control her voice and sound authoritative. “Katie Horrigan, step forward.” A visibly trembling Katie took a couple of hesitant steps forward. That the girl was that scared actually reassured Nancy. Maybe this was going to work she thought. Then she said “Katie you are to get a fifteen swat spanking. Do you understand?” The blond girl nodded that she did. Nancy was further reassured that this girl was not going to cause trouble and there was real confidence in her voice as she continued: “Katie, gather up the skirts of your nightgown and hold them up to your waist.” Katie lifted them up to her hips just showing a glimpse of her shaved mons veneris. Nancy was not satisfied and there was a bit of an edge in her voice when she said “Higher”. The girl, startled, jumped a bit and yanked her nightclothes up above her navel. Nancy now instructed “Bend over and grab your ankles”. The girl quickly complied whereupon the long skirts fell down around her head and arms. But that didn’t bother Mrs Wilson at all, the target buttocks were clear and ready for action.
She cleared her throat: “Since this is the first time for all of us, I think we need to dispense with all but the necessities. To make it easier mothers will not be asked to chastise their own daughters. Anne Arundel and Mary O’Neil will spank Katie. By the way, are either of you left handed.” Mary O’Neil raised her hand and Nancy Wilson was so happy she almost started dancing as she said, “Well then, Mary, as we just learned you can stand by the right while Anne stands on the left. We have a tawse for each of you. Anne since you are dexterous, you can deliver eight and Mary since you are sinister you can deliver seven.” Nancy was so proud of her clever allusions she totally failed to notice how badly Katie’s legs were shaking. But it didn’t matter. Katie had no real job to do. Other than stand there and take it. Nancy’s final instructions were brief, “Better do a good job or you will be on the receiving end of a penalty. And Katie, remember that if you take your hands from your ankles you will get a penalty. And after what we saw on the video, penalties are not to be taken lightly.”
Mrs. Arundel and Ms O’Neil held a brief whispered consultation to work out the details. Since Anne had the larger number of strokes to dispense, she would strike first. Then the red head. And alternating back and forth until the requisite fifteen were reached. And arousing though the video had been, neither had any desire to be on the receiving end of a penalty. God knows what lay in store for that piteous misencreate.
With her head bundled up in the skirts of her nightgown, Katie was clueless. Until her world exploded when Mary O’Neil’s stroke hit her butt. Startled, she came within a hair of letting go. It was only that she had locked her ankles in a death grip that saved her. She was better prepared when Anne Arundel’s blow hit. Katie had been alert enough to hear the barely audible whistle as the leather whisked through the air. The smack hurt but Katie just clenched her teeth. At least she didn’t have to do any counting nonsense. After that it was just routine. Whistle, Clench, Smack, Pain, Hold On For Dear Life. Katie’s mind started drifting off into space as the pain became non-stop. After 12 she actually lost count. After the blows ceased she devoted all of her attention to listening for the soft whistle of the descending tawse. The whistle that never came. And Nancy actually had to raise her voice to get Katie’s attention, “Katie Horrigan, it is all right to stand up now”. The blond girl stood there blinking, her hands at her side, fingers clenching and unclenching. Nancy quickly realized that the girl was a bit stunned and said, “You did fine Katie. Stand over there, nose to the wall. And hold your skirts up so that all can see the marks of your punishment.”
Diane O’Neil
Red-headed Diane O’Neil thought that actually Katie did great. She admired the quiet way that Katie had taken a lead role this summer. Diane was uncertain whether she liked Katie so much as she hated the loud, obnoxious, pushy Linda Wilson. But in any case, Diane thought that Katie’s backside didn’t look all that bad. Yes, it was covered in red marks from top to bottom and from side to side. They looked swollen and painful. But Diane, who had many a spanking when she was a little kid and therefore considered herself to be an expert in these matters, thought that Katie would escape without any bruises. Who knows, maybe a little redness tomorrow morning and that would be it. And Diane thought it was cute looking at Katie’s pussy. Katie clenched her buttocks when being beaten which made her private parts appear and disappear. Kind of like it was winking at her. She had to control herself to keep from laughing. Well, Diane thought to herself. You had better start thinking about yourself. If the trend continues, Diane thought, you should be up next. Your twenty should fit right in between Katie’s fifteen and Frances’ twenty-five.
Nancy Wilson took command of the situation and moved things along. “Diane O’Neil, twenty strokes of the tawse. Since your mother is spared the task of spanking you, Ms Horrigan can deliver from the left while Mrs Arundel will switch to the right. Girl, you should know what to do.” And Diane did. With no hesitation the red head jerked up her skirts, bent over and grabbed her ankles. Kathy Horrigan dealt the first blow. It hurt more than any swats Diane’s mother had given her as a little child but it was not intolerable. It could be endured. Diane counted to herself, just on the edge of audibility. And soon enough it was over.
Frances Arundel
Frances Arundel watched her blonde and red-headed classmates’ punishment with an increasing knot in her stomach. She knew she was in for twenty-five. And by the time Diane O’Neil was getting spanked, Frances knew she would be beaten by Kathy Horrigan on her left and Mary O’Neil on her right. She had really never been spanked before. Maybe her mom had given her a swat or two when she was a real little kid. But she had no memory of it. And that video had given her a real fright. The girl in it had been given a real beating. She had been beaten to the verge of bleeding. And she caught a glimpse of the backside of the girl’s older sister. That girl had been beaten until she was bleeding. How would she be able to handle the pain? What was she going to look like afterwards? She had been going to the Council pool a lot this summer and had gotten a pretty good tan. Lately, most of the time she wore her new bikini. It was not all that brief, her mother wouldn’t allow it. But she was afraid that there would be bruises. And that they would extend out beyond where the fabric of the bikini bottom covered. She would be too embarrassed to go to the pool. Then Mrs. Wilson called her up and she figured she would have bigger problems than worrying about going to the pool. Like keeping the shrimp and crab down because her stomach was really acting up right now.
Mrs. Wilson called up Frances Arundel and excused Mrs. Arundel. Her battery would now consist of the two women of Irish extraction plying their tawses on a girl of classic English descent. Being Maltese, this brought a twinkle to the Nancy’s eye and a bit of her smile curled the corner of her mouth. She thought the brunette girl looked a bit pale and queasy despite her tan. She would need to learn to keep out of the sun. Her skin darkened all too easily. She looked over at the two girls standing over by the wall. The skirts of their nightgowns were hiked up revealing rounded bottoms shining red above pale thin legs. A nice contrast. Frances’ legs were tanned as were the outer portions of her arse cheeks whereas the central globes of her arse were quite white. That would soon change. Ms Horrigan and Ms O’Neil were starting to understand their jobs and get into a rhythm.
Frances was bent over and her head was between her knees. When she bent over she tucked the hem of her nightdress under her chin so it didn’t fall and cover her face when she grabbed her ankles. The first few strikes with the tawses were not too bad but as the two mothers hit their stride the blows were raining down incessantly. Frances was having a hard time controlling herself and she started to cry after the first dozen. As her sobbing increased the tears and snot started clogging up her nose. Soon with every sob she was blowing and sucking snot. This plus being head down increased the pressure in her stomach. Soon she was coughing and gasping and choking. Just as she was on the verge of vomiting the beating stopped. They had reached twenty-five. She stood, stopped crying and belched. She could taste acid in the back of her throat. She obviously couldn’t take anymore. Holding her nightgown up, she began to walk over toward the wall where Katie and Diane were standing when Mrs. Wilson’s voice brought her to a halt.
“Where are you going, young lady” intoned the tall raven-haired woman, “I seem to recall that you earned yourself a small penalty with a comment you made earlier this evening.” Frances’ face now became very pale. Mrs Wilson looked at Maggie Fletcher and said, “For a penalty what do you think about five swats with the big leather paddle? Naked?”. The teacher nodded in assent. “Well Frances, better take off your nightie.” commanded Nancy Wilson. Mrs Wilson continued as the brunette girl began to unbutton the back of her nightgown. “We have had all three mothers exercise their arms with the tawses. I guess I can do my part with the paddle.” While Frances undid the buttons at the cuffs of her nightgown, Mrs Wilson walked over to the table where the laundry was usually sorted and folded. There she picked up a large, thick leather paddle very similar to the implement used on Sandra in the video. After Frances pulled her nightgown over her head, Mrs Wilson indicated that the girl should put it on the laundry table. Then she had the girl stand a little more than a meter from the table. Then Frances had to bend over and grasp the edge of the table. “Yes, girl. I want you to brace yourself so that the force of the blow doesn’t knock you off balance. See how we learn from the video.”
And with that statement Mrs Wilson gripped the paddle with both hands and swung with all her might. The leather hit the girl across the globes of her buttocks and she cried out loudly. Nancy immediately swung again and again hit the girl’s backside squarely. Frances screamed and gasped for breath. Mrs Wilson swung her head around and glared at Katie and Diane who had taken their noses off the wall and were watching Frances’ ordeal. “You two. Put your noses on the wall or you will strip off and get your bottoms really bruised” she barked. Then she went back to the sobbing brunette girl and beat her arse a third time eliciting another “OOOOOHHHHHHH” from her. Finally when the girl’s sobs decreased a bit, Nancy hit her a fourth and then rapidly a fifth time. At this point Frances’ knees buckled and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Then she crawled over to the stationary laundry sink and hauled herself up. Frances then began to retch. Soon enough she was vomiting up creamy chunks of what could easily be identified as shrimp and mussels. The naked girl shuddered as she continued to empty her stomach. When nothing was coming up except mucous streaked with greenish bile, Frances turned the tap and washed her face. Then she went over and stood next to Katie and Diane. Although the blonde and the red head had arses that were crimson red, Frances’ was purple turning black and blue. It would be awhile before she would put on her bikini and traipse off to the Council pool.
Breaking The Brat
Nancy Wilson’s daughter was due up next. Nancy made it short and sweet, “Linda Wilson, 50 swats and a severe penalty. Ms Horrigan and Ms O’Neil, 50 of your best, please.”
Linda was next and she knew it. There was nothing she could do but lift up the hem of her nightgown, bend over and grab her ankles. Katie’s and Diane’s mothers were going to beat her and she couldn’t do a thing about it. But some day she would get hers back. Kathy hit her first.
By now Kathy knew what she was doing and she had quickly acquired a dislike for the dark haired girl. Everything the girl did, everything she said screamed out ‘Brat’. So Kathy showed no mercy bringing the tawse down on the snow-white buttocks with all the force she could muster. The tawse made the most curious sound when it hit the ample behind. Sort of a slap, sort of a pop, sort of a plop.
The pain seared through Linda’s bottom and jolted through her body into her brain. Although she was more robust that the slightly built three other girls in her Disciplinary Circle, she did not have anywhere their self control. Not only had she never known corporal punishment, she had never known much discipline of any kind. She was a brat and she always acted upon her first impulse. She released her ankles, grabbed her burning behind, stood up and literally danced around howling at the top of her lungs. This was outrageous. She would not stand for any of this. She would report them all to the police. As soon as she got her cell phone back she would call and they would all go to prison. She would run away and never come back.
Maggie Fletcher spoke. “Linda, is your tantrum over? Then, you will hoist up your gown, bend back over and hold your ankles. We will pretend that your little act didn’t happen. Kathy, start all over again, that stroke didn’t count.”
And so Linda tried again. But when Kathy hit her again, the same song and dance occurred. This time Linda fell to the floor and rolled around. Maggie was not pleased. She turned to Mrs Wilson and said, “Strip her. I want the three girls to hold her over the edge of the table. We will brook no more displays of this sort.” Mrs Wilson was horrified but she knew that she was losing control of the situation. She told Kathy and Mary to grab Linda’s arms and haul her up off the floor. Then Nancy went behind her daughter and undid the buttons on the back of her nightgown. Then she undid the buttons fastening the cuffs. Then she took the hem of her daughter’s nightie and lifted it up and over the girls head. As Linda stood there, held by Ms Horrigan and Ms O’Neil, Mrs Wilson did have to acknowledge that the adolescent girl had bloomed early with full hips and rounded breasts and yet a narrow waist. She would turn the head of any young man if she did not go over-ripe too quickly. Then Mrs Wilson summoned the three remaining girls. Frances was bid to put her nightgown back on. Katie and Diane were to stand on the far side of the utility table, each holding one of Linda’s wrists and stretching her across the table. Frances was to crouch at the near side of the laundry table and hug Linda’s calves, preventing the dark haired girl from kicking out. With the brat thus secured, Ms. Horrigan and Ms O’Neil could do their duty without further interruptions.
And ply their trade they did. They ignored the screams and threats that Linda incessantly hurled at them. They alternately rained down their blows striking what started out as pale skin beginning at the waist and continuing down to just above the knees. Linda squirmed and struggled but her three classmates took a perverse pleasure in holding her down. After twenty blows of the tawses Linda’s backside and flanks were a uniform cherry red. After thirty strikes her buttocks and thighs were a single solid swollen welt. After forty swats it was a mass of purple bruise. By this point Linda was hoarse and the volume of the screaming began to less as her voice began to give out. Her body noticeably slackened. And all of a sudden Frances let out a shout. “EEEUUUAHH!” exclaimed the brunette, letting go of Linda’s lower legs, “She’s pissing herself”. Sure enough, a puddle of foul smelling urine was spreading over the floor around Linda’s feet and the front of Frances’ nightgown was darkened and damped. Maggie told Frances not to be so fastidious and for the women to get back to her work. Fortunately, Kathy and Mary had only another four blows to go to get to fifty. At this point the three girls released their victim. Linda just limply lay across the table, naked and sobbing. Her backside was mottled black and blue and there were spots were the skin was superficially torn. Some blood blisters had formed and were oozing. The girl took her hands and rubbed her swollen and blistered buttocks.
Mrs. Wilson was pale, appalled by the damage done to her youngest daughter. “Don’t worry”, said Ms Fletcher, “the cuts are only quite superficial and the bruises will fade in a week or two.” Maggie hoped that her confident prediction would prove true. The teacher then put the three girls to work cleaning up the mess that Linda had made. Fortunately, the utility room was just that. It was a room designed for making a mess with tiled floor and walls. A bit of work with a mop and a pail of Lysol and things were cleaner than before. Frances’ nightgown was another matter. “Ugh, it’s ruined, the incontinent bitch ruined it” she exclaimed in disgust. “Nonsense girl” said Maggie. “Just take it off and launder it. That’s a washing machine over there. That’s what they are made for, to wash things. Get to it. About time you learned to do your own things.” Soon enough Frances was naked again and the washing machine was sloshing away.
Linda’s Penalty
Maggie then turned her attention to the girl bent over the laundry table quietly sobbing and rubbing her backside. “Linda” Ms Fletcher began, “we haven’t forgotten about you and your penalty. We have just been cleaning up the mess you have made. Since you have pissed all over us, I think that your pisser should pay the price.” Linda had heard everything Maggie had said. She stood up immediately, covered her pubes with her hands and danced up and down crying, “No, No, No, No. You can’t hurt my gina. No not my gina!” Maggie came back “Do you mean your vagina. Technically we are not going inside you vagina. We are going to beat your perineum. We are going to give you a rather thorough pussy whipping. You have been impertinent, intemperate, incontinent, and totally out of control. Nothing but the most severe punishment will do.” Mrs Wilson trembled at the thought of what they were going to do to her daughter, but she sensed that much of the problem was her own fault. And so she kept silent, knowing that soon enough she would suffer for her failings. She had lost control of the evening and Maggie had taken over.
Maggie summoned the three girls back to work. She told Frances to put on Linda’s nightgown. It was Linda’s fault that Frances’ gown had been soiled so Linda could go naked for it. Then Maggie made Linda sit on the table. Then lie back on it. Frances held Linda’s arms. Then Katie and Diane lifted up and spread Linda’s legs. The three of them held Linda in a splayed leg position that left her most private parts open for all to see but more frighteningly, to all to hit. Maggie then turned to Kathy and Mary and told them, “Each of you give her ten. Right where it will hurt the most.” And so they did. In a little over two minutes it was accomplished. At first Linda was screaming at the top of her lungs. At the end she was gasping for air. After the girls released their grip on Linda’s arms and legs, she grabbed her pussy with her hands, pulled up her knees into a fetal position and curled over on her side onto the utility table. She lay there quietly sobbing. The brat had broken and could do nothing but mewl a protest.
Dr O’Brien’s Arrival
As the five women and the four girls stood there catching their collective breath, the door to the utility room opened. In walked Dr. Agnes O’Brien accompanied by the maid and the cook. The two servants were still sporting their outlandish uniforms with short skirts underlain by crinoline petticoats. The skirts were so short that they revealed bare thigh above the tops of their suspendered stockings, black in the case of the maid and white in the case of the cook. The arms of the maid were loaded with brightly gift wrapped packages. Agnes looked about and smiled broadly motioning for the maid to put the packages down on an open spot on the laundry table. Dr O’Brien said “Well I see that Ms Fletcher and Mrs Wilson have things well in hand.” She walked over to the table where Linda lay curled up in a fetal position and admired the bruising of the girl’s backside. Agnes said, “Well that’s a job well done. Nothing like getting ready for school by teaching a girl the consequences of misbehaviour. How did the other girls do.” Mrs Wilson instructed the three other girls to turn around and hoist the skirts of their nightgowns. They displayed their reddened and, in some spots, bruised buttocks. Agnes approvingly nodded and commented “By the time classes begin I will bet that these girls will be on their best behaviour. Well, Mrs Wilson, shall we get on with it.”
Nancy Wilson gathered her wits about her and realized that Dr. O’Brien had given her the opportunity to get back in control of the situation. She had the maid take Linda upstairs and put her to bed. She had the cook take Katie, Diane and Frances up to the guest room and put all three of them in the big king-sized bed. As soon as the girls were settled in the servants should return. That left the four mothers, Ms Fletcher and Dr O’Brien here in the basement utility room. Nancy thought to herself, ‘I guess our time is at hand’.
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