From: EMLN31B@prodigy.com (MS DARIA LITTLE) Date: Sun, 18 Aug 1996 21:21:00, -0500 Subject: Phoenix Girls School # 8 This is a fictional that story involves spanking and teenage girls. If that is not of interest or you are under eighteen, Please do not read. This is number eight in the Phoenix Girls School series. _______________________________________________________________________ PHOENIX GIRLS SCHOOL # 8 _______________________________________________________________________ As Bill Watson approached the cottage he heard the familiar sounds of a spanking coming from the open window as the breeze pulled the curtains out and gently waved them as if they were being pushed out into the warm air by the sounds of the activity inside. ìWhat nowî he wondered, ìwhich one was it now?î He knew that any of the three girls that he and his young wife were responsible for were quite capable of having done something to deserve a spanking and as a matter of fact quite often did. The sounds of the spanking became clearer and louder as he came closer, he heard the steady sounds of a hand meeting a bare bottom the splat, splat, splat along with the whimpers and cries. He was sure now, the whimpers and tone of the crying gave up the fact to his practiced ear that Jennifer was the latest spankee in the Watson cottage. ìWell that was hardly a surpriseî he thought to himself and then reflected that no matter which one it had been. Jennifer, Angie, or Tina he would not have been surprised, it had been that kind of week. He opened the door and shut it behind him and wearily took in the scene. The first thing he noticed was that Angie was in the corner of the room and watching, waiting her turn, and in the center of the room was his wife with Jennifer across her knee. Jenniferís panties were at her ankles, her short white school dress was draped over her back and her feet were kicking as best they could under the circumstances and the white panties blended in with the white school issue tennis shoes she was wearing. Her bottom was red and getting redder, clearly his wife was annoyed and felt some serious spanking was in order. Bill as was his custom didnít ask any questions or interfere, this spanking was all his wife Donnaís project, as he wondered why she didnít spare her hand and use a paddle, though she was proving quite effective if Jenniferís bouncing red bottom was any indication. Jenniferís long tan legs stretched straight out and then slowly lowered to the floor and they seemed to dig in and then she curled her lower legs slowly up again as he watched. When her legs got high enough to interfere with the action Donna pushed them back down with the move of an experienced spanker and continued the job at hand. Jenniferís long blond hair was covering her head and flinging wildly as she shook her head from side to side. With a final flurry of five spanks Jenniferís punishment was over. She rose from Donnaís lap and stepped back and as her short dress slid back down she bent over and pulled up her panties and shuffled to the wall where Angie was waiting to be instructed. ìOver hereî Said Donna speaking for the first time since Bill had entered. ìRight nowî and with that the unhappy Angie went to Donnaís side and without being told, reached under her dress and lowered her panties and laid herself across Donnaís knees. Her dress was pulled up revealing what Bill considered to be one of the more spankable bottoms at the school. Her compact and full but not overly so bottom was framed by the dress at her waist and her panties now at just below her bottom cheeks. The contrast between the white of the clothing and her amazingly tan backside was striking. ìWell sheíll get almost no opportunity to sun her fanny at this schoolî Bill observed, ìthough if her behavior doesnít improve it may well stay tanned.î His thought process was interrupted by the sound of the first swat landing on Angieís fanny. Bill watched as her bottom bounced with the impact, and the small girl flinched and seemed to try and lower herself in her spankers lap as if to avoid the impact of the spanking. As soon as Donnaís hand pulled back for the next swat, it seemed that an imprint of red appeared on Angieís bottom, but before Bill could determine it this were a fact or merely an illusion the second and then the third swats landed. ìYepî Bill thought ìThats doing it, getting red now all right, no doubt about that.î The small girl was a youngish looking fourteen and had arrived at the school only a few days before, but was already proving to be a hand full, having gotten a spanking from Bill on her first day there, indeed within one hour of their introduction Bill had the young girl across his lap for a spanking. ìAnd she had not seemed to learn a thing from the experienceî he thought dryly. Donna was proving once again that she was an expert at giving over the knee spankings with her hand. Angie was now whimpering and trying to struggle against the control Donna had over her, Donnaís hand took Angieís right wrist and pulled her arm back to in effect immobilize the child and with out missing more than a beat or two the spanking resumed. The panties that once served to help frame her bottom slid down her legs in spurts aided by her body movement and kicking. SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT Donna was now in a rhythm and the spanks were coming at a steady rate, the spanking was not fast but a even pace designed to give Angie just enough time to fully experience the last spank before another stinger arrived to bring a small yelp from the girl. Bill looked over at the freshly spanked Jennifer, who hand her hands inside her panties and was rubbing her bottom as she watched Angieís spanking through tear filled eyes with an intensity that suggested she had never seen anything more interesting in her short life. Angie was crying freely and no longer struggling, though as each spank arrived she seemed to shudder and flinch at the impact. Then Donna stopped and let Angieís wrist go and placed a hand on her shoulder to help her up. Angie scurried to the wall, pulling up her panties and struggling to wipe her tears away as she went. With both of them at the wall, Donna went over and stood before them and waited until Angie composed herself enough for a conversation. ìGirls, is this sort of thing going to happen again?î Donna demanded in a firm voice. ìNo maíam, Ms. Watson.î sputtered Jennifer, who now had her hands out of her panties and at her side. ìAnd you Angie, will this happen again?î No, no way Iíll do as Iím told, I promiseî came the anxious answer from the freshly spanked Angie. ìFine for now then. You two get back to the kitchen and do the dishes as you were told, and when Iím satisfied you can go to your rooms, but not before then, now scoot.î And with that the girls made for the kitchen and their chores. Donna turned to acknowledge her husband for the first time since he had entered. ìHi dear, as you can see, weíve had an active afternoon here.î He responded ìI see you indeed have.î After a few more words that were somewhat restrained by the presence of the girls, Bill went to the kitchen and got a soda and watched as the girls tried to act as normal as possible and finish their chore so they could retreat for a few minutes to freshen up before dinner and study time. ìBy the way Daria brought our new girl by earlier.î Donna said as she arrived in the kitchen beginning her inspection. ìSeems sheís going to be a handful, she got paddled by Mr. Robbins during her orientation. She has quite a record to work off. Her name is Jenny, so now we have a Jennifer and a Jenny.î Donna picked up a wooden spoon as the girls were putting the dishes away and stood behind Jennifer. ìThough hopefully she will be more careful with dishes than Jennifer.î and with that Donna took a dish down from the shelf where Jennifer had just placed it and turned it over in front of the girl exposing a large dirty area. Donna took Jenniferís left hand and placed it on the counter, and flipped up the back of her dress, Jennifer knowing what was expected put her right hand on the counter and with a sigh, bent forward. The large wood spoon connected solidly with the girlís sore seat, she yelped and raised up on her feet and then back down again. Four more swats of the effective spoon on Jenniferís tail and the girls were told to go to their rooms. A few seconds later, Bill went to answer the door, as he opened it, he said ìWhy hello Dariaî and looking at the girl beside her said. ì and you must be Jenny Walters? Am I right?î The girl looked at him with an unhappy face and nodded her head in the affirmative. ìThis is Jenny all right and I think weíd better talk before I go, may we come in Mr. Watson?î Daria asked. ìOf course, of course, sorry didnít mean to keep you standing out there.î Bill said quickly stepping aside and waving the girls in. ìWhat do we need to talk about, Dariaî Bill asked his curiosity now aroused. ìTell him Jenny. itís better if it comes from you.î Daria told the unhappy girl. ìItís what we agreed on.î Jenny shuffled her feet and looked at the floor and started crying, clearly upset and very unhappy. Daria spoke ìSheís had a rather rough day, she started with a serious attitude and got Paddled pretty good by Mr. Robbins and then she had a problem with one of her teachers.î Daria looked at the girl again and continued. ìThe teacher wanted to send her to Mr. Robbins but he is gone for the afternoon, so I was able to convince her to let you handle the discipline, Iíve explained to Jenny that you and Mrs. Watson are strict, but anything is better than a second paddling tonight when Mr. Robbins returns. ìNow tell Mr. Watson, Jenny right now.î Daria said firmly knowing that the sooner the matter was taken care of the better it would be for Jenny. Jenny shuffled her feet some more and each hand grabbed a handful of dress and squeezed tightly, summing up her courage she looked up and said to Mr. Watson. ìI called the teacher a name, I didnít mean too but I called her a bitch in front of the whole class. Iím sorry I really didnít mean to but she kept asking me questions and I didnít want to answer, why couldnít she just leave me alone?î And with that Daria saidí Thatís the way it was explained to me too, well I guess Iíll be going now, Jenny you are with good people that care about you, I suggest you listen to them.î Jenny tried to smile at Daria as she said this and said ìThanks for trying to help.î ìno prob.î and with that Daria was out the door, relived that she had not been asked to stay, she witnessed too many spankings around the school to want to stay for any more than necessary. They always made her nervous. ìTwo spankings in one day, thatís quite a start young lady.î Bill said firmly looking at his new charge. ìNo sir, I was only spanked once today.î she replied, embarrassed to be discussing spankings with a strange man, in a new house. As she wondered to herself ìWas it only yesterday that I was in New Jersey listening to the judge tell me that I was going away to school, strange seems like a hundred years ago.î ìOne so far, Jenny. I intend to spank you for your behavior in class, we never let disobedience go unanswered here at this school.î Jenny glanced up and then back down at the floor and could only think to say ìOhî. At that Moment Donna came into the room, having meet Jenny earlier, she nodded her hello and then spoke to Bill. ìyouíll have to take care of this one dear, my hand is tired and Iím busy with dinner,î and disappeared to the kitchen. Taking Jenny by the hand Bill spoke calmly and in as friendly a manner as he could in a effort to make the situation as easy as he could under the circumstances. ìAnd now is as good a time as any.î With the he led young Jenny who only resisted slightly then went docilely with him. They entered a bedroom, Jenny recognized some of the things on one of the two beds as the school issue clothing she had received earlier in the day and correctly guessed that this was to be her room. As she stood quietly in the center of the room unsure what to do, Bill pulled out a chair and sat down and with out a word pulled the girl to his side. She went not resisting over his knee. To Jenny there was a feeling of unreality almost as if this were happening to someone else. She felt her dress being pulled up and then his fingers in the waist band of her panties. She shuddered at his touch and pulled her legs close together to make the removal harder and protect her modesty. Bill no stranger to such practices was not even slowed down and soon her panties were no longer a factor in protecting her bottom. ìYou did get paddled pretty good, didnít you?î Bill observed looking at the red marks on her bottom from her earlier meeting with Mr. Robbins. Jenny was silent. SPLAT, ìI asked you a question, young lady, please have the grace to answer when you are spoken to.î ìYes sirî Jenny sputtered ìIím sorry, yes I was paddled very hard.î ìBetter, thank you for answering, please remember in the future that I expect answers to questions.î SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT, SPLAT now with five firm swats Bill stopped for a second to see the effect of his spanking. The girl was gripping his pants legs and pulling trying with all her strength to maintain her position as the spanking started. Bill didnít want to over due the spanking on an already sore bottom and decided to administer only a moderate spanking which he figured would be quite sufficient under the circumstances. He placed his hand on her bottom gently and then raised it looking at the imprint his hand made, the color change and the redness on her bottom, he repeated this a few times in each instance placing his hand more firmly and then releasing it. Now satisfied, and based on a great deal of spanking experience and young ladies bare bottoms he knew how much more of a spanking was fair. ìFifteen more, Thats all.î He thought to himself. SPLAT, SPLAT, ìOOWWwwî SPLAT, SPLAT ìAAAiiieeî SPLAT. SPLAT, SMACK, ìOh Oh Ohî SPLAT ìOOOOUUUcchî SMACK, SMACK. The sounds of hand meeting bare bottom filled and echoed through the small bedroom. Jenny was wiggling her bottom with each of the spanks and moderately kicking her legs, ì I think sheís going to tear my pantsî Bill thought to himself with a small smile. SMACK, ìOOOOOhhhî SPLAT, ìAiiieeeî CRACK, SMACK ìSORRY, SORRY Iím SORRYî SPANK. The girl lay across his lap with her death grip on his pants legs, she became aware that it had seemed to stop, and she felt her panties being pulled up. With a hand on her shoulder she was helped up and stood before Bill, who gave her a hug and said. ìWelcome to the family, The restroom is down the hall, you may clean up. Dinner is at six, donít be late youíll want to meet your new sisters.î and with that he was gone. Jenny rubbed her bottom and tried to compose herself. A few minutes later she was looking at her very red bottom in the restroom mirror, amazed that it could be so red and how very much it had hurt to get it so red. ìThis place sucksî she thought to herself, and then ìBut I think Iíll not say that to anyone that can hear meî Promptly at six, she shyly went into the living area and saw the other girls, the first thought that popped into her mind was ìWow these girls are all beautifulî She knew from her classes earlier that the school had a normal mixture of girls, some pretty some not as pretty, but these girls, well that was a different matter, she felt a bit envious. The introductions were made and the other girls hugged her and tried to make her feel welcome. As they sat down to dinner, she noticed that two of the girls had thought to bring small pillows to sit on, and she wished she had done the same. ìMaybe itís just because theyíre short and they need something to sit onî She thought to herself, but when she saw Jennifer wince when she bent forward to pass something she knew that she had not been the only one spanked that day. ìWhat a place, I have to get out of here.î she thought to herself. ìI wonder if any of them feel the same.î Looking at the others she promised herself that tomorrow she would try and find out.