From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Phoenix Girl's School Part V M/fffff Date: 18 Jun 1996 21:42:58 GMT This story is Fictional and involves spanking and teenage girls. Please don’t read if that is not of interest or you are under eighteen. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- PHOENIX GIRL’S SCHOOL Part 5 -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock, it was going to be a long day. The phone was ringing as I blinked at the digital clock that informed me it was 1:30 in the morning. And the damn phone kept ringing. “Hello” I grumbled into the offending phone. “Mr. Robbins, We have a situation,” came the voice of Clem the security officer in charge on the night shift. “OK Clem what is it.” “Sir, three of the girls are missing” he answered. “Missing ? Missing ?, What the hell do you mean missing?” I asked trying to clear the cobwebs from my sleep drugged brain. “Just that sir” we can’t find three of the girls” I got dressed and met Clem and two of the security personnel in the guard shack and listened as he filled me in on the details. Evidently three girls, two from the Snyder cottage and one from the Adam’s cottage were missing, they had all been present for bed checks in their cottages, but after some activity had been noticed on the grounds at about midnight and emergency bed checks were conducted at one in the morning they were reported as missing. Soon a well practiced search procedure was sprung into action and with the assistance of the local police force, we had over twenty five searchers looking for our missing Girls. Forty five minutes later as I was standing outside the guard shack discussing with one of our security officers the situation and where to concentrate the next phase of the search, Clem came out and said, “They found them Mr. Robbins.” It seemed that our wayward Kids had been located two miles down the road trying to hitchhike, their luck was not working that night the first car that stopped was a patrol car and they were snagged. I waited by the gate for the car, running through my head how to best deal with the situation. One thing was clear, we simply could not have girls trying to escape, it was an evasion of responsibility, showed a lack of commitment to making the adjustments to their behavior patterns required and that was part of the reason they were here in the first place. No doubt about it, I reflected I would have to make an example of these girls that would last for a long time, or be prepared to spend a fortune on building a more secure fencing system. I knew that the school board of directors would frown on any unnecessary expense, and that made my plan of action the only possible solution that I could see. The patrol car pulled up and the officer got out, went to the back door of the car and out came our three missing girls, the officer turned to me and said, “I believe you are looking for these young ladies?” and with a wink he got back in the car and drove off. There would not be any official report of the incident, several years ago the police chief’s daughter spent nine months with us and he was happy with the results and delighted that we “lost” the billing for his daughter’s stay. No, there would not be any police reports on problems with our girls. I turned my attention to the three in question. They were standing on the road where the car had let them out, reluctant to move without permission, I walked over and stood in front of them with my hands on my hips. They were all looking at the ground in embarrassed silence. The three girls were Chrissy 15, Pattie 16 who looked like she was twelve, and Jill from the Adam’s cottage, she was 16 a tall slender girl with a cute pixie face. The girls had been ill prepared for their escape attempt, they were wearing the short white dresses they are issued and white tennis shoes. All of them had ripped their dresses to shreds and gotten dirt stains on them from crawling under the fences and scampering through the desert. They were a pathetic sight, Jill’s dress was torn down the back almost all the way from the bottom of the dress almost to the top. When the breeze blew, her backside was almost totally exposed, but I thought to my self, not as exposed as it was to be shortly. The girls shifted nervously and shuffled their feet in the dirt in anticipation of what was next. Soon their cottage parents came down and took charge of them for the night. I would be taking charge of them the next morning in my office. Showing the concern that is expected of “parents” there was a lot of mix between relief and annoyance at what the kids had done. I watched in amusement as the girls were led away, Chrissy’s cottage mother now satisfied that she was all right had now started smacking her bottom as they walked back to the house. I instructed Clem to write up the report and with that I went back to my small house at the East end of the complex to get some much needed sleep for the next day. As instructed the girls were in my office at eight the next morning, each girl was required to come alone and be dressed in their gym outfits that consisted of a white T-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes. Jill had arrived first and was sitting on my sofa when the other two arrived, my secretary opened the door and said “Mr. Robbins, Chrissy and Pattie are here to see you” And with that the door was opened up and in they came. And took their places next to Jill on the sofa “ You may go now Daria,” I told the secretary, she had entered with the girls and was just standing there as if she belonged. Maybe she did but not the way she thought I reflected to myself. “ Oh, Oh yes sir” she responded and closed the door as she left. “On your feet girls, and in front of my desk” I commanded as soon as the door shut. As one they scrambled to their feet and scurried to stand as directed. Other than being a little droopy eyed from the previous nights activities they looked none the worse for wear. I looked at Jill first, she was trying to manage a half hearted smile and giving me a cutey pie look that was supposed to gain her some advantage. Not a chance kiddo I thought to my self, I’m going to tan your bottom good, no matter how cute you look. In the middle was Chrissy, she was fairly new to the school and had been doing well up to this point. The 5”4’ girl was fidgeting and very unsure of herself, I watched as the tears began to form in her bright green eyes, she looked at me and then down at the floor. The last culprit was Pattie, 16 years old and as pretty a girl as we had at the school, and she knew it. Her blond hair Blue eyed Beach Bunny look was part of what got her in trouble and landed her disobedient tail in this school. Her body was well developed for her age and she cut an impressive figure of young womanhood. “Well now, my young friends, would anybody like to explain last nights events to me?” I inquired of the young ladies. This request was meet with silence. A kinder person might have let it go and gotten the punishments that we knew were coming over with, but I decided to make this a special morning for my guests and draw the matters out. “No comment?” I asked again in a firmer tone? “Whose idea was this?, When did you decide to humiliate your cottage Parents by this thoughtless action?” At this Chrissy covered her face and started crying. Most of the girls form real bonds of attachment to their cottage parents and care for them deeply, some of them because they are receiving real parental love and involvement for the first time in their lives. Still silence. Taking a hard tone I said. “ You brats think you’re going to cause all this trouble and then refuse to answer my questions. Fine, we’ll see about that. Drop your shorts to your ankles.” Jill started to say something, and I told her quickly “ Missy, the time for talk is over for right now, when I ask you a question the next time I suggest you answer.” “Now drop those shorts” Chrissy was first to respond, she took her hands away from her face and placing her fingers in the waist band of her shorts, she slowly started lowering them, I watched as they slid down, off her waist and past her panties and down her slim tan legs and then fall to the floor. She looked up at me with tears in her green eyes and her hands went to her side, and she looked down at the floor and her discarded bunched up gym shorts. Patty made a small face and I noticed her lips were twitching and tears filled her soft baby blue eyes, as she lowered her shorts, down they came slowly as if she wanted to hold onto them for every second possible. When they were at mid thigh she loosened her grip and led them slide easily down her legs, until they crumbled at her feet on the floor. Jill, had by this time also lowered her shorts and accidentally caught her fingers in the waist of her panties and they started coming down, she was so nervous that she didn’t notice until they were halfway down. “Opps” She exclaimed and pulled her panties up and letting the shorts drop, all the while giving me one of those patented expressions of hers that almost made the situation humorous. Once again Jill started to say something, “Mr. Robbi...”, “Jill I said not a word remember? I want you to speak only when spoken to, do all of you girl’s understand?” Not taking any chances, the response I got was three nodding heads, eager to please. I instructed them to step apart still facing my desk with four feet between them. They did as instructed. Walking to my credenza and picking up the paddle, began talking while I looked at the paddle as one might an old friend that has proven themselves numerous times to be faithful, and up to any task required of it. Holding the paddle in my hand I looked at the girls each in the eye one at a time to ensure their complete attention. I began walking around my desk toward the culprits. “So you think you can embarrass the school and all of us and then have the nerve to refuse to answer my questions?” I was now standing behind them as they faced forward towards my desk. “I’m going to see if I can make an attitude correction here before we proceed with the real purpose of this mornings little get together.” I stood to Jill’s left and taking her soft slender arm with my left hand, I gripped her firmly and gave her one pat of the paddle on her smooth white panties and then popped the paddle onto her butt. She didn’t make a sound as the crack of the paddle echoed through the office. Two more swats and she began pulling her bottom in and pushing her hips forward as the fourth and fifth swats landed she gave out small noises of pain. I moved quickly to Chrissy in the middle, as I took my place to her side she looked over her shoulder at me with her green eyes and then looked forward in resigned defeat of her impending spanking. Following the same pattern I gave her one pat of the paddle and then five quick smacks. It was now Pattie’s turn, the sixteen year old blue eyed blond beach bunny was slightly fidgeting raising one foot an inch or so and then the other in an unconscious dance of nervous anticipation. I patted the paddle against her panty bottoms and held her arm firmly, with the last two swats of the paddle her small dance increased as the paddle hit her bottom. I went back down the line and started over, and a minute later all three girls had received ten swats of the paddle. I walked back to behind my desk and looked at three teary eyed young ladies. Patty was rubbing her bottom gently and looking at the floor. Chrissy and Jill had their hands at their sides and were looking at me waiting for whatever was next. As veterans of numerous spankings in my office they knew well that this was the beginning, and by no means the end of their morning with me. “Well ladies, shall we see if we have more cooperative attitudes? Who would like to tell me about last night?” Jill sputtered out first. “we’re sorry, we just needed a break” And then the whole tale came out as the girls eager to avoid any more trouble gave up each and every detail. Suffice it to say that it was no more than a childish effort to get a breath of freedom and they hoped to be back before they were discovered missing. Through tears and pleas for mercy they confessed to planning the whole ill conceived plot over several days. “OK then” I announced. “I’d say we have some punishments to take care of, any one think otherwise?” Knowing that I didn’t expect an answer to that question the girls kept quiet and didn’t say a word as I watched the color drain from the face of my beach bunny Patty. Jill by contrast seemed to get redder in the face at the mention of more punishment, and Chrissy just blinked her green eyes and rubbed some more tears away. It was now nine fifteen and I had two letters I needed to have typed up and faxed by ten, clearly if I started the paddlings now I wouldn’t have time to get the letters out so I decided to postpone the punishments for a short period, which wasn’t at all bad I always believe that the anticipation and waiting for a paddling makes for a more memorable experience, and that was exactly what I was after here. I made the girls step away from their shorts and instructed them to stand in front of my bookcase facing the wall and to remain there without speaking until I told them otherwise. I noted with some interest that the girls were growing up since they had arrived and been issued their clothes, Patty especially seemed to fill out her panties, her bottom cheeks stretched the material to its’ fullest and I could see her red cheeks through the regulation panties that she had been issued upon her arrival. With the three girls properly placed for the time being, I called my secretary in to give her some rough draft notes to prepare for my letters. As Daria entered and walked to my desk, she was looking at the backsides of the three young ladies on display, and she almost tripped over one of their shorts as she approached the desk, so intent was she on the view. She looked at me with wide eyes and asked “Yes Mr. Robbins, what did you want?” I looked at her and growled a bit more intensely than I intended. “ Daria, unless you are more concerned with your work than paying attention to other people then possibly you would like to join them?” She looked at me “Oh no sir, No sir not at all, no sir that won’t be necessary.” “ What was that? Did I hear something?” I demanded. I had heard some talking and picking up my paddle I strode over to Jill and Patty who had been whispering. “Bend over” I instructed the two girls and they looked at each other and assumed the position required. I reached over to Jill and placed my fingers in the waist band of her panties and pulled them down, slapping her hand away when she tried to interfere. I took the paddle and gave her five quick swats on her already red tail. Moving behind Patty, I pulled down her panties and gave her five swats with the paddle on her bare bottom, she squealed with each swat. I told the girls to stand back up and to leave their panties where they were. As I turned Jill and Patty were rubbing their now bare bottoms and their panties were just below their bottom cheeks, leaving the red bottoms on full display. Turning back to my secretary I said “Perhaps you’d care to go back to work now?, but first please put this back on my desk for me” I said handing her the paddle. Daria took the paddle with all the care I would have expected if I’d have given her a loaded weapon. She took it gingerly and walked over to the desk and put it in its’ place. I returned to my work, only looking up every now and then at the panty clad tail and two red bare bottoms that stared back at me. Finally my work was done and it was time to attend to the matter of three young ladies. “Jill” I said in a firm voice, “drop your panties and step over to the desk” She knew as they all did when I said the desk, I meant the small desk that was to the right of my desk that served as the spanking desk, where they were required to bend over and receive their paddlings. Jill took a deep breath and exhaled, she then placed her fingers in the waist band of her panties that were just below her bottom cheeks and slowly lowered them, when they got to her knees they fell the rest of the way on their own. She stepped out of the crumpled panties at her feet, turned to face me, and after a seconds hesitation started walking to the desk. “Jill, please go to my desk and pick up the paddle and bring it to me” I instructed. Without a moments delay she walked to the desk and picked up the paddle walked back to me and held it out with both hands, I took the paddle from the tall slender 16 year old with the pixie face and pointed to the spanking desk and watched as her red bottom wiggled away from me towards the desk. As soon as she got to the desk, she bent over and placed her hands on the edge of the desk. I walked over, and held the paddle against her bottom for a few seconds pressing it firmly against her cheeks to emphasize its’ presence to her. “Jill, you are not to move or take your hands off that desk, until I instruct you to do so, do you understand?” I asked. “Yes sir” was her reply. With that I pulled the paddle back and gave her a pop, medium hard on the center of her tail. With about three seconds space between pops of the paddle I gave her five more. By then her already tender bottom was developing into a bright red. Keeping up the same pace I went to work increasing the power between the swats to insure a lesson well learned. POP, CLAP, POP, CLAP Jill began crying freely by that point and was yelping with each stroke of the paddle, soon her slim bottom was wiggling from left to right and back again with each descent of the paddle. “Hold still Jill” I had to warn her and she slowed but never fully stopped wiggling her bottom. “OWWW AHHHhh Nooo” were her responses to the clap of the paddle on her bottom. “I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again” She stammered out between tears and the pop of the paddle. After exactly twenty five swats of the paddle, I stopped. “ You may stand up now Jill” I told the well punished girl. She shot straight up, her hands each went to a bottom cheek and began rubbing softly to try and take away the sting. She slowly turned to face me and making no effort to cover herself, she looked at me and said softly. “I’m sorry Mr. Robbins, I really am” “I know Jill I believe you, now go stand with the other two, I’ll tell you when you can get dressed.” I answered. I watched as one very red fanny moved away and took its’ place next to the other two, and as she kept rubbing trying to work out the sting. “Chrissy” Was all I had to say and the fifteen year old with the bright green eyes turned, took down her panties and started walking towards me. I pointed to the desk and she took her place. I held the paddle against her bottom and gave her several soft pats before beginning. The first real swat was on the lower part of her bottom, just above her slim tan legs that so well set off her very spankable fanny. I gave her much the same punishment that Jill had received and she took it well only once almost popping up out of position, But a quick hand on her back prevented this and she slumped back into place. As soon as I gave her permission to stand, she started hopping in small circles, frantic from the spanking and relived it was over, she crossed her arms and kept turning as if that would some how help. I took her by the arm and stopped her interpretation of a spinning top. She stopped at once as if embarrassed and stood there looking up at me with tears streaming from her bright green eyes. I pointed to the other girls and she slowly started walking back to her place. “Patty” The sixteen year old blond, blue eyed beach bunny removed her panties, turned and looked at me and didn’t move. “Take your position” I commanded. Ever so slowly she began shuffling towards the desk, the fear clear in her eyes. As she passed me she said “Please Mr. Robbins” I ignored this quiet plea for mercy and pointed to the desk. She stood before the desk, and after a few seconds delay, she bent over with out being told. I walked over to my position and admired the young ladies almost prefect body, she was model material no doubt about it, her long blond hair spilled over her shoulders and onto her back. Her pert bottom was a prefect fit for a California bikini. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me with her big blue eyes for a few seconds and then looked forward towards the wall. I placed the paddle against her bottom, which was less red than the other two and observed her bottom as the paddle made a small impression on her fanny as I held it there and pressed, her bottom swelled out at the edges of the paddle from the slight pressure. As I brought the paddle back I could see her tense up and tighten her butt cheeks in anticipation. I gave her a medium swat and then two more, with the third she gave a low moan. I then picked up the intensity of the swats, keeping the pace at the usual of one spank every three or so seconds. It was only after about five more of these that Patty began her small dance of raising one foot two or three inches up and back and then lowering it and raising the other foot with the next swat. I didn’t make her stop as I might have some other practices since it was not interfering with the paddling. She flexed her bottom cheeks loosening them up after every swat and then tightening up almost immediately in preparation for the next, this in concert with her small dance made her as active a spankee as I’ve ever had short of trying to avoid the punishment. Her bottom began taking on a redder appearance and soon caught up and passed her companions well colored fannies. “OHH, OHH, OHH, OHH was the extent of her utterances as the paddle struck her bottom. She continued her activities until I stopped. “Stand up” I told her and after a seconds delay she stood up. She turned slowly looked at me and put her arms around my waist and hung on tightly and cried and cried. I slowly pried the half naked girl off me and led her back to the others and put in place. By now the others had stopped crying and there was only some sniffling. I waited for Patty to settle down and then called the girls over to stand in front of my desk. “ Tell me ladies, have we learned anything today?” I asked. They clearly remembered the earlier lesson on not answering questions and were all too eager to assure me that indeed they had learned a great deal. “Yes Sir, Mr. Robbins” They almost spoke as one. I made them stand there embarrassed as they were, naked from the waist down and gave them a good ten minute lecture. Having decided that the lesson was learned and that the word would go out about the high cost of attempting to escape, I let the girls go back to the bookcase and retrieve their panties and put them on and then their shorts. And with that they were allowed to leave my office and go directly to class, where I knew that would have a long day sitting on blistered bottoms and the unforgiving wood desk seats in the class rooms. I had one more task to complete that morning, I called to my secretary “Daria, come in here please and close the door behind you”................ ... THE END