From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (Daria Little) Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Phoenix Girl's School Part VII Date: 29 Jun 1996 19:54:42 GMT This is a fictional story that involves spanking and teenage girls if that is not of interest or you are under eighteen please don’t read. This is a continuation of the series, as each story builds on the last at least to a minor extent I suggest you read the previous stories before this one. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------- PHOENIX GIRL’S SCHOOL Part VII -------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- “Yes Mr. Robbins?” I asked closing the door behind me as instructed. “Sit down Daria” He said motioning to a chair with an absent minded wave of his hand as he finished reading the report in his hands. Putting down the papers he looked at me over the rims of his reading glasses with an arched eyebrow and asked me a question. “Daria, are you aware that you are due for your thirty day review?” “Yes sir” I replied. “I’ve been looking forward to this.” “Let’s see shall we? He said handing me a blank review form. “We’ll just go down this together and see what it looks like, is that ok with you?” I responded that it was. “Attitude” he started “on our one to ten scale I’d give you an 8.5, very good.” “Thank you sir” I beamed. “Job knowledge an 8.0 but increasing as time on the job increases, quite satisfactory” Yes sir, I acknowledged. “Effort, Hmmm not quite so good I’m afraid.” he said looking at me once again this time with the other eyebrow arched. “Daria I don’t think you’re applying your self to nearly the best of your ability. Far too often I see you talking to others or taking time away from work for personal matters. This is a 4.5 not good, not good at all.” I slunk down two inches in my chair as he continued. “Attendance” he announced I tried to look cheerful but I knew what was coming here, and for the first time in the review I began to worry. “You have missed two days and been late three times in the twenty one working days since you started. Terrible simply terrible, a 2.5 and you’re lucky to have that” he said firmly as my cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “Teamwork, very important here at the school as you know we have a small staff and everyone has to do their share and to the extent you don’t give your maximum effort you hold us all back” and with that he said “5. 5” “Quality of work, no surprises there are there Daria?” I blushed and looked at the floor, only yesterday I had to redo several reports due to careless errors. “No sir” I stammered out. “4.0” he announced. We went through several more categories some good and some not so hot, I was asked to read the review and sign it, which I did. Leaning back in his chair Mr. Robbins took a long look at me and said. “Daria, most if not all of your problems here are due to carelessness and not a lack of job knowledge.” Arching his left eyebrow in an attempt to see that they were both exercised equally he went on. “Due to your unsatisfactory review and the reasons we have discussed, I must conclude that you are not sufficiently motivated to work here. Therefore I am sorry to tell you that your employment status with us is terminated. I was shocked. I knew that I had a few problems since I started but I never thought that this would happen. Maybe I should have paid more attention when some of the older secretaries tried to offer advice. Mr. Robbins had counseled me a number of times on errors and the need for accurate work, but I never thought it would or could come to this, I was being fired and from my first real job. I was ashamed as I slowly picked myself up from the chair and looked at Mr. Robbins through tear filled eyes and turned and walked to my desk for what I imagined was the last time. After a lengthy cry in the ladies room I reemerged to clean out my desk. I was approached by the some what intimidating Ms. Stuart who told me that Mr. Robbins would like to see me. “See me, I’m fired what does he want with me now?” I asked. “Don’t know” she replied “he only said he wanted to see you.” “Come in Daria” Mr. Robbins said as I stood in the door way of his office. “You wanted to see me?” I asked. “Yes, as you left my office a few minutes ago it seemed that you wanted to say something.” he went on, “It is never easy to let an employee go however Daria in your case your carelessness made the decision for me.” He looked at me waiting for a response. “ I know it is my fault and I’m sorry, it’s just that after my uncle went to so much trouble to get me this position, I wondered if there is anything I can do to change your mind?” I almost begged. “Daria, I would be happy to give you another chance if somehow I could be convinced that you would take a second opportunity more seriously.” But that doesn’t seem possible so I want to wish you the best of luck.” And with that I was out of his office again. I was standing by my desk when Janet one of the students came up to me and asked in a quiet hushed voice, “what kind of mood is Mr. Robbins in?” “OK I suppose” I answered “why?” she looked at me and blushed and replied in a yet lower voice. “Cause I was sloppy with some of my work and despite repeated warnings I didn’t get things done on time and now I’m going to get paddled.” And there it was as clear as day, I almost slapped my head in annoyance for not thinking of it sooner, I knew what I had to do if I wanted to stay and for sure I did want to remain at the school. “I think his mood is ok Janet don’t worry too much.” I said trying to give the petite fourteen year old some encouragement. She looked at me appreciatively and with wide brown eyes that were clearly worried she said. “Thanks, I sure hope you’re right.” And with that she sat down on the sofa to wait until she was called. I entered Mr. Robbins office for the third time that morning and I knew that either I would leave the room no longer an employee of the school or I would have convinced Mr. Robbins of a way to ensure that taking a second chance on me was a good bet. ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ---- - ----- ----- ----- ----- “Yes Daria, what is it now? I would have thought you would have left by this time.” He inquired with a small tinge of annoyance in his voice. “Sir” I started summoning up all my courage. “I want to stay at the school and I have a suggestion that might ensure that my work is satisfactory.” He looked at me, and waved me into the room and as I stood before his massive wood desk he said. “Go on I’m listening.” “Well sir, it’s kind of like this” I started off stammering out my quickly thought out plan. “In the future if I make, oh say five no make that ten errors in a week I would agree to take a spanking of maybe one swat of the paddle on my jeans for every two errors and in this way you can be sure that I will always try my best.” I spit out the last few words in a nervous torrent. I looked at him in amazement, he was smiling, then chuckling and then broke out into a short laugh. “Daria” he said still smiling, “I’m not in the habit of negotiating with young ladies, and while I admire the sprit of your suggestion, I find it totally unacceptable.” I looked at him with a sense of impending doom, my idea was shot down in flames and I knew that when I got home Unc. was not going to be happy. I was getting ready to turn and walk out of the room for the final time when he spoke. “ What I will agree to Daria is that you deserve to be punished and maybe losing your job isn’t the only possibility, so here is my suggestion which I might add is final and not open to discussion.” I looked at him with my heart rising in hope, maybe things would be all right. “The plan quite simply is, you will be punished right now, today, for your errors and whenever I feel it is appropriate in the future, you will be punished in the same manner as any of the students here are, and you know what that means.” Indeed I did, the thought of a few swats on the seat of my jeans as a punishment became a fond and no longer possible memory. “Thats it take it or leave it.” he said with a tone that made it clear the time for discussion was over. “Uh can I think about it? ” I asked. “No” he shot back. “This has taken up enough of my day you wanted a second chance, it was your idea, now either you decide to take the same punishments as one of the students or you are free to leave the school grounds.” He shifted slightly in his chair and asked. “So what will it be?” “I didn’t hear you, speak up” he said leaning forward to try and hear my embarrassed mumbling. “I’ll take the punishment” I said looking down at the carpet. “Are you sure?” He inquired in a some what softer voice. “Yes sir” I answered raising my head and looking him in the eye. “I’m sure.” ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- ---- - ----- ----- ----- ----- A few minutes later I found myself sitting on the sofa next to Janet, I was trying to be cool I didn’t want her to know I was about to get paddled as if I were also fourteen. I hoped that she would be called in first and be gone before I had to get my paddling. “Janet come in here please” Mr. Robbins voice called out. Great I thought at least she was going to be first and would be gone by the time it was my turn. And then in disbelief I heard “Daria you too.” I followed Janet into the office and to her surprise I was soon part of the action. “Ladies” Mr. Robbins began, “you both know why you are here, so let’s get this started.” “Daria, please close the door.” After doing as instructed we were standing in front of his desk waiting for instructions. My mind was a haze of emotions, less than an hour ago I was just beginning to get my job review and now I was about to get a spanking along with one of the students. My knees felt weak and my stomach was one great knot, numerous times I had listened to the paddlings from the other side of the door and wondered what it was like in here and now I was about to find out. Who was going to be first? I wondered. “Daria please go stand in front of the sofa, Janet place your self in front of the desk.” He announced pointing to the small desk in the corner of his office. I went over to the sofa and stood nervously watching as Janet walked over to the desk as instructed. Mr. Robbins satisfied that we were both in the proper places turned around to his bookcase and picked something up. As he turned back toward his desk he had in his hand the paddle. The paddle that I knew was soon going to be burning my bottom. It sure looked bigger and meaner than the previous times I had seen it, I suppose that in part due to the fact we were about to have a different relationship. At his order Janet reached under her short white school dress and pulled her panties down to her knees and bent over the desk. Mr. Robbins stood beside her and pulled up her dress and laid it across her back as far as the short skirt would reach. He then placed the business end of the paddle down to touching her panties still at her knees and with the edge of the paddle he pushed the panties the rest of the way to her ankles. Satisfied he took the paddle and placed it against her bottom and saying a few words to the little fourteen year old that I could not hear he then brought the paddle back and gave her a soft swat. She flinched noticeably not so much in pain as from pent-up anxiety. Her pony tail waved back and forth as she shook her head in small sharp movements. Two more, then three swats, still not hard but getting firmer. The paddle while not all that wide all but covered the better part of the young girl’s bottom for a short second as it landed. The reddish marks from the paddle were now beginning to show as the pace of the paddling picked up. OH, OH, exclaimed Janet as the paddle swats now picked up and began landing with a crisp clap of the paddle against her bare bottom. She was moving her backside six inches to the left and then six inches to the right between each swat of the paddle. OH, OH, AHH, OH, OUCH. Her bottom was wiggling and jiggling like a fish out of water but never leaving the limits of six inches one way and then the other. She seemed well aware of the penalties for trying to avoid a spanking and was doing her best to stay in line. “I hope I’m as brave” I thought to myself. I noticed with a detached part of my mind that the room echoed with the sounds of the paddle and made the paddling seem that much louder. Janet’s bottom was now splotched red and white and she was clearly struggling to hold on and maintain her position. With a quick flurry of five swats that had her yelping the paddling concluded. Mr. Robbins told her she could stand up and then she was allowed to bend over and pick up her panties off the floor. Still with panties in hand she was told to stand beside me. I looked down at her as the tears fell from her brown eyes and she rubbed the back of her dress to relive the sting while one hand still clutched the small white pair of panties. Then it was my turn. “Daria” He said pointing to the small desk. He didn’t have to say anything else I knew what was expected of me and was determined not to embarrass myself in front of Janet. I stood in front of the desk and taking a deep breath I pulled up my dress and reached into the waist band of my panties and started to pull them down. Odd but at the moment I wondered if I would have worn a different pair than the plain white old fashioned ones I had on for maybe a showier pair if I had known that they were going to be on display like this, the thought quickly slipped from my mind as I lowered them to my knees and bent over the desk. Mr. Robbins grabbed my dress in the middle and quickly pulled it up and laid it across my back, exposing my pale white fanny to my small audience. He placed the paddle between my legs and I felt it against my knees as he pushed down my panties with the paddle all the way to my ankles. I then felt the paddle as he placed it against my bottom and pulled it back and then gently replaced it again, he did this three of four times until he had my complete attention focused on that very specific part of my anatomy. Then a crisp swat and then another and with the third I could feel a burn on my butt to match the burn of embarrassment in my facial cheeks. Truly I was on fire at both ends, but I knew one fire was going to get worse than the other. I listened to the swats and the echoes in the room as I tried to focus on something else other than the burning on my bottom, but it was no use all I could feel was the pop of the paddle and the burning that accompanied each swat. I was soon crying and shaking my head from side to side and trying to maintain my position as I had seen young little Janet do so bravely earlier. Any real thoughts of trying to tough out the paddling were long gone, my only concern was getting through the spanking and not doing anything foolish that would earn me extra punishment. “And that was for the errors” I heard Mr. Robbins say “Now let’s deal with your attendance, shall we?” And with that another Smack as the paddle struck home and I squealed in pain. SMACK, SMACK, SPLAT, POP, SMACK, the paddle was now rising and falling too quickly for me to even consider trying to follow. My ears were trying to sort out the sounds of the paddle the echoes and my yelping and crying and Mr. Robbins lecture as he landed the paddle on his negligent secretary’s bare red bottom. “OHH, OH, AWW, OUCH, NOOO, I’LL DO BETTER I PROMISE,” I announced to the world at the top of my lungs. Still not satisfied Mr. Robbins delivered five more swats and then confident that he had given me a review that I would not soon forget, he reached over and pulled my dress off my back and into place. As instructed I picked up my panties and moved into place next to Janet. After a short lecture we were instructed to replace our panties and stand back up. Janet you may return to your cottage now, and Daria I’ll see you tomorrow morning, and with a smile he said “Don’t be late.” With that we both quickly moved out of the room and rushed to the nearest ladies room to wash our tear stained faces. “Damn I’ll never make another mistake again” said Janet to me as she dried her face with a paper towel and rubbed her bottom with the other hand. “I hear that” was my only response. The day was now over and I got into my truck for the ride home to my Uncles’ house my bottom was stinging and I sat on the seat heated up by the Arizona sun with a great deal more discomfort than usual. As I was half way home my dilemma hit me, should I tell my Uncle what had happened since he went to some lengths to get me the job? And if I did how would he react? And if I didn’t and he found out from Mr. Robbins then what would happen? It was a long drive back as I pondered the choices.