Park _______ felt utterly stupid. She had been stood in the corner of the room in just her PJ tops for over an hour. It wasn’t her ideal way of spending a Saturday morning and not for the first time she wondered by what authority Mrs Jessica was doing this to her and why she had agreed.

But that battle had already been lost and ______ knew it.

Mrs Jessica, the housemother of Chain Reaction House Freshman Hall, had had years upon years’ of experience in handling young women who thought they were too old for a spanking. At least half of them were from out of town and might very well have had their first spanking at her hands. Even at 25 _______ was little older than these girls and so far the housemother had been singularly unimpressed that she was a teacher and not a student. Any attempt by _______ to argue or refuse to cooperate would end very badly. She would get a tear-making, bottom-rending spanking at the very least and all on top of whatever else the woman had planned.

The only glimmer of hope was that in return for her cooperation Mrs Jessica had agreed to be discreet. But it was a scant hope. For Mrs Jessica had absolutely refused to cut her any slack at all, and unless she toed the line she would be spanked like a freshman each and every time she didn’t.

On the other hand, _______ bit back a dry sob, it was so unfair; the thought almost broke her… on the other hand, now she had fully submitted she was going to get a spanking every Saturday whether she broke the rules or not. The trade-off was that with this deal she wouldn’t screw up and risk exposure to the other kids in the hall.

Other kids… she caught herself on, but she wasn’t a kid, she was on the faculty for God’s sake. The raging in _______’s mind was cyclical, even as she protested in her mind she obediently stood in the corner her bare bottom displayed.

It was at this point that the door opened and Mrs Jessica came back from an errand.

“Good girl, you haven’t moved I see,” she said gently. Then after a pause she asked, “You do know that I can tell don’t you?”

It didn’t surprise _______ in the slightest and in a dull sullen voice she replied, “No Ma’am.”

“Now let me outline how these little sessions will go,” Mrs Jessica said brightly.

“If you keep out of trouble and dutifully report to me every Saturday morning, then you will usually only get a simple spanking,” the housemother told her. “By simple I mean of course a thorough application of my hairbrush to your bare bottom for 20 or 30 minutes until you are quite contrite. Then you will stand in that corner, as you are now for one hour, before and after your spanking.”

That sounded bad enough but _______ did not like the sound of the word ‘usually.’

“B-but… what if…? I mean…” _______ wanted to cry.

“Please wait until I have finished ________,” Mrs Jessica scolded, “Once a month we will augment your experience just so you don’t get complacent and slip back into bad habits.”

_______ had trouble getting her breath. She had about a million questions.

“Of course if you do get into trouble on top of our little sessions then it will start getting very much worse for you,” Mrs Jessica said in a tone of anticipated disappointment.

_______ felt her chest tighten and a small sinking feeling. How could it get worse?

“________,” Mrs Jessica said in a commanding tone, “Please come here.”

_______ felt sick. Couldn’t she just stay in the corner? The corner was nice, Mrs Jessica could even spank another girl instead and it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Her legs felt like lead as she obeyed and for once she didn’t know what to do with her hands.

Instead of Mrs Jessica’s lap, _______ was taken to the bathroom just off the housemother’s main room. It was larger than most, certainly larger than the oversized bathrooms the girls shared. The tub was big enough for a small horse and there was even a gym bench in the corner.

But what caught ______’s eye were a row of bags and other rubber accoutrements.

“I usually just spank,” Mrs Jessica informed her, “That is with my hand or hairbrush right through to some expertly made paddles. I do have a couple of prison straps and canes, but I prefer to humble a girl rather than break her physically. It is just… useful to have another level now and again.”

_______ didn’t care about the paddles or canes right then, it was the array of bottom-intruders with all their threat of medical terror held her gripped.

“But as I told you, once a month we have to get tougher and that will involve a visit here and a good cleansing on top of the usual, followed by a prolonged battle with a battledore,” Mrs Jessica said with what sounded like genuine regret.

“And if I am bad…?” _______ blurted.

“Good girl, now you are getting my point?” Mrs Jessica beamed.

*

Mrs Jessica’s lap was a relief after the explicit threat. Only it wasn’t a threat was it? It was a promise. Once a month she had said. _______ was still pondering this fact when the flat side of the brush landed firmly across her bare bottom.

“Jeeessss,” she gasped as her legs shot straight and stiff as she rode the pain.

She had forgotten how bad a spanking from the housemother really was.

The punitive arm rose and fell like a piston, but the only fire was in _______’s bottom and in short order all pretence at being stoical was driven out. Instead _______ bucked and howled while her legs kicked the air futilely. The whole house must be hearing her, was her last coherent thought.

“Now this is a little more than just a maintenance spanking today, I want to really set a standard here. So if you find you can’t sit down until next Saturday…” Mrs Jessica said this so casually that for once _______ feared it was more than a figure of speech.

Or she should have done but the spanking took her now, red-bottomed and bawling, she was a young woman who was all sorry and all prayer. In her misery she looked at the corner from the vantage of Mrs Jessica’s lap. “I’ll be a good girl, I’ll be a good girl,” she wailed as she made futile attempts to crawl towards it.

“Now, now,” Mrs Jessica soothed, but her only caress was delivered with the brush, “We really have only just got started ________.”

“Please Ma’am, I’ll be a good girl, really I will,” _______ bawled.

“I know girl, I know, that’s what the spanking is for,” Mrs Jessica told her tenant with another sharp volley of spanks.

It seemed that eternity had only just begun. As if to confirm this the minute hand on the clock crawled towards eleven, a progress measured out slowly by the treacle-like second hand. It would proclaim a quarter past the hour before the spanking was over and only then would ________ would be permitted the corner.

She would be released at 12.30 sharp, just in time for lunch, if she wanted any. But most of Mrs Jessica’s girl’s viewed a canteen chair with a certain amount of dread after one of their sessions and a good spanking did tend to dull the appetite for a few hours.