Villetta Thorn hesitated outside the door, felt her long stocking clad legs tremble as she looked down at the blue card that read: "To be administered 12 of the best for repeated truancy, and an additional 6 for sloppy longhand..."
"Oh well, no sense putting it off." Villetta said to herself and then turned the handle of the punishment office's solid oak door.
Hart Secretarial School was famous for its assistants, well disciplined, efficient, not to mention the most beautiful. They worked in all strata of the business world and a few even were engaged privately for their many refined skills. Once in awhile former students would be sent back to Haft for refresher courses in proper secretarial conduct. This almost always meant a militaristic regime of discipline.
Villetta Thorn certainly filled the last (but by no means less important) requirement of the school as she was a beauty. Long legged Villetta had an exotic loveliness do in no small part to her French-Spanish and of course English heritage. Her pure black hair was complimented by a pair of striking blue eyes. Perky full breasts threatened to pop out of her shirt.
As she entered the office Villetta smoothed the side of her tight gray pencil skirt that curved and defined her bottom. The nineteen year old noticed the rigid black chair, gulped. That chair was famous. It was designed just for its use, to conform to the girls and their expected heel height.
"Ms. Thorn, good. I'm Tiffany Anders" she wore her hair up in a perfect bun. "The administrator will be with you soon until then, let's have your blue slip please."
Villetta handed the redhead the blue punishment slip.
"Hmm," Tiffany remarked, looked aghast, such behavior was highly frowned on at Hart. "Repeated truancy, on top of unacceptable longhand, this is a well deserved caning." She told the frightened girl and pulled the black chair into the center of the room.
"Time to get ready, you don't want to be standing there like a doe in the headlights when The Administrator comes in. He'll expect that skirt up, and panties at your ankles." Tiffany sighed. "Trust me if you're not ready those eighteen strokes aren't gonna be the end of it." She told from experience, both her own and what she'd observed as The Administrator's personal assistant. "During your caning you will not see him. You will remain hands on the chair, and your legs shall at all times stay in the proper stance." She listed. "Failure to comply will result in extra strokes."
Oh this sucked. Thought Villetta, it was worse, since no doubt by now the call had been sent out to the boarding house that she stayed at. Normally that wouldn't have been an issue, but this boarding house was special in that it catered to this school (through more then Hart girls lived there) and punishment at school assured punishment at home.
Villetta walked the few paces to the chair, hiked up her skirt to reveal a lilac silk thong and black stocking attached to a garter belt. She exhaled, bent over the chair.
Tiffany came up behind Villetta and eased the thong down to the girl's ankles. "Very nice but you must stand proper." She said and with her own heel forced Villetta to spread her legs as far as her thong would let them reach, rather comfortably they rested against the chair legs.
Villetta now exposed olive-skinned butt tensed, her hands on the grips fashioned into the special punishment chair she tightened hold. A cool breeze from a fan sent a chill through her.
Tiffany wasn't done; she unhooked the suspenders of Villetta's garter. "There its better for the cane." Then she adjusted the skirt, pushed it further up the girl's midsection.
Behind Villetta a door opened, closed with a thud.
The Administrator and Tiffany conferred for a few moments, and then Tiffany was instructed to "Go fetch the number six."
Tap, tap, tap. No doubt the number six realized Villetta.
"OW!" Villetta cried.
It was difficult to stay in place, her mind attempted to endure the thrashing she currently received well the whole time worried of the inevitable trip to stairway at the boarding house.
Swish, crack! The cane did its work and left precise stripes across poor Villetta's perfect little bottom. It seemed to last forever, the girl bawled, begged for mercy but the Administrator was hardly inclined to be lenient where the good name of Hart Secretarial College was involved. Besides this was his job, which he rather enjoyed at that.
Once the eighteen strokes were met Villetta was told to stand, she did so wobbly.
"Sign this please Ms Thorn." The Administrator commanded.
Villetta felt the purplish welts across her bottom, her whole ass stung, found herself blush when she'd stood and was met by the face of the rather young man who had just tore into her butt with a thin whippy yellow cane.
She signed the blue punishment slip, handed it back to him. "You may pull your underwear up, readjust your clothes."
This had been awful, painful and had greatly humiliated her Villetta thought as she slowly lifted her lilac thong and grimaced as it came into contact with the fresh welts. Her pretty face went through a number of grimaces as she forced her skirt back into place over her rump.
"Ouch! Dammit!" Villetta Thorn hollered, wobbled where she held the lowest stair in the foyer of the houses entryway.
Falon Drake jumped in her own spot as she watched poor Villetta take the cane across her already well beaten bottom, she was up next in the queue for a missed curfew the night before.
Slash the cane bit into the round bottom and the exotic girl whimpered.
Arms folded over her ample chest, Falon leaned on the wall. It was just after breakfast, she wasn't yet out of her sleepwear, a T-Shirt and skimpy cotton panties. The blonde exhaled and watched Villetta (already ready to go to work) buck and cry under the onslaught from Orin's kaboo cane.
Orin Cliff was the son of Cliffhall's owners, he also happened to be rather cute; at least Falon Drake had believed so. A few of the girls at Cliffhall did their best to stay out of his way, he was after all charged with dolling out punishment when it came time to do so.
"Please, please Orin I can't take anymore." Villetta begged after the next cut from the cane. "And I've got to get to work soon." This would become an inescapable cycle if she was late for work her employer where she served her internship would send a call in to Hart and she'd be back over the black chair once more.
"Get up Villetta."
Grateful that it was done Villetta stood, fixed her skirt. The ache in her hind end still throbbed, showed little indication that it would stop anytime soon. She dreaded her own desk chair and constant discomfort she'd be in for the day.
Despite the stout thrashing that he'd just dished out Villetta kissed Orin on the cheek, she thought he was rather cute as well and ran out the door.
"Falon, I notice you had to be let in after the door was locked." Orin said firmness in his voice as he expected each of the girls to obey the rules that had been put into the residence contract.
Falon fretfully smiled, managed to explain: "Yeah Orin I forgot the time, was out with a few friends from work -"
"No excuse, house rules are clear enough."
The blonde shrugged, took Villetta's place at the stairs. She reached up and lowered her white panties to her feet, toes placed square against the lowest stair. Falon ran a hand in her blonde mane, could hear the latch for the cupboard where the various canes and straps were stored flip up as Orin replaced the cane and took out a heavy piece of leather, not a strap exactly more of an unfinished shoe.
All punishments were conducted in the common area of the house. The entryway and stairwell as it was angled to the girl's dismay wasn't far from a large bay window. Anyone out on the street could see into the brownstone. On more then one occasion a passerby would catch a glimpse of a girl's bared upturned butt as it endured the cane or tawse.
"A hard walloping do you good." Orin told her.
Truthfully Falon agreed, it was her own fault, she should have kept better track of time and she'd not have missed curfew.
Orin lifted her T-Shirt, placed his hand on the small of back and forced her further down, held her in an immovable grip around her waist. He rested the sole on her rump.
Falon further bent, felt her tits knock together, no bra. The leather rubbed her butt and then the whack landed and she let out a yelp that carried throughout the house.
It was very much a hard spanking, Orin didn't let up until he'd changed her tan ass to a red that glistened with color and felt of heat. Falon jumped and cried the whole time he smacked the shoe down on one cheek and then the other.