______ sat on her bed and watched the daylight flood her coming Saturday. There should have been another word for what she was feeling. Anticipatory and trepidation were two words that didn’t really cover it. There was fear and excitement as well as… she sighed. She felt like a moth to a flame, only to be fair it was an entirely voluntary lure that she was responding to.

Park ______ weighed up the options. She was 25 and on staff. In many ways she was more senior than the housemother Mrs Jessica, but the latter’s authority was undeniable, as had been proved.

_______ had crossed her once too often and however much _______ protested she was now subject to a regular discipline regime. To escape her dread fate all she had to do was pack her things and move into a hotel. If she put her mind to it she could find a lodging house anywhere in town and then…

For some reason she thought about the Choi’s house and their lodger Kim Hyoyeon. ______ doubted that there was a female bottom under 60 that was safe in this town.

But a sudden anger grabbed her then. No, not anger, if she had to get spanked when she screwed up then how comes she didn’t get to be spanked by a hunk like Choi Siwon? Oh sure there was the risk of being seen getting it by the rest of the family but wouldn’t they all be in it together? After all she had discovered that Kwon Yuri was sometimes spanked and she was 10 years older than _______.

Here at Chain Reaction House all the other girls spanked were younger than her and some of them her own students. It was humiliating. It was more than that it was…

So the circular argument raged on. She didn’t want a choice, not that she knew that really. Choice was no choice to her. If she had to decide she would choose an unfulfilled lonely unspanked life. She hadn’t the courage do otherwise. What choice was that?

So then Green Light town was perfect. Sooner or later everyone like her got spanked. That was the one central truth about the town. No, the problem was with the choice that was imposed upon her.

Mrs Jessica was too strict and too and… well far from a maiden’s dream in any regard for a red blooded straight-up girl like _______.

She blushed and thought about the parades of well-spanked girl flesh she had seen in recent months. It was almost worth putting up with Mrs Jessica for. So where did that leave her so-called straight-up credentials?

If only she didn’t have to get spanked quite so often and so hard. A year in a freshman dorm might be fun. Hell, it was quite a blast apart from…

_______ sighed. It all began and ended with Mrs Jessica.

_______ pretended to read the poster in the hall outside Mrs Jessica’s room. There were still a few freshman girls about and it would be embarrassing being seen going in just yet. Not that anyone paid her any mind. Girls were often seen loitering by the notice board and not all of them were working up the nerve to knock on the housemother’s door and face the music. Sometimes they just wanted to read the notices.

The Korean Literature teacher had opted for a teal polka dot smock-dress over slate grey leggings. It made her look younger and less stand-outey next to the younger women. It was a look she could still carry off being a diminutive 25.

She looked at her watch and then back up the hall. It was a minute to go. She drew in a long slow breath and then let it out fast. Showtime, she thought and sighed.

The knock to the door was casual and half-hearted as if she hoped she wouldn’t be heard.

“One moment please Dr Park,” Mrs Jessica called from inside.

The announcement of her name made _______’s heart leap and she looked around anxiously. She felt like a teenager buying condoms from a particularly indiscreet druggist.

Time dragged then. The early minute slowly dripped into a late two and then three minutes. Irrationally _______ became afraid that Mrs Jessica would hold her responsible. Her buttocks clenched involuntarily.

Then at once the door opened and an alien face appeared. Alien because it wasn’t the housemother, but a short redhead with a screwed up lemon face. The girl was the short girl from before, SinB  and she had been crying. Without meeting her eyes the black-haired girl gingerly squeezed past lest she make any contact at all.

It was obvious she had been spanked and from the way she made pigeon steps back up the hall, _______ could tell that it had been a heavy session too.

“Come in Dr Park ,” Mrs Jessica said irritably, “We have wasted enough time as it is.”

_______ stepped inside quickly and let the door close behind her, shoving it home with her bottom as she faced the room.

“I’m sorry I…” _______ began, unaccountably ready with an apology for being late even though she patently hadn’t been.

“SinB  needed a prolonged lesson in manners and punctuality,” Mrs Jessica explained with a nod in the direction the redhead had limped off.

_______ too nodded and made a small swallow.

“If you’re busy I can…” she offered nervously.

“No ______, you and I have a long morning ahead of us,” the housemother said with an indulgent smile.

“About that,” _______ began. “I really don’t think… I mean to say…”

Mrs Jessica made a heavy sigh and stiffened.

“I don’t mean to be… ah…” _______ said hastily when she saw Mrs Jessica produce a large hairbrush.

“I had intended to be firm with you today and now I see how right I was,” the older woman said wearily.

As she spoke she tapped the brush against the palm of her hand and _____ gulped.

“It always comes down to this doesn’t it,” Mrs Jessica sighed, “You just don’t get it. You think I am being unfair. You think that I am a stickler for some antiquated rules. Above all, you think you are too old and all fired important to go across my knee for a good sound spanking. Have you any idea how many girls in my charge have expressed that attitude?”

“I didn’t say anything,” _______ wailed, her voice sounding way too shrill now.

“That’s because you are just old and wise enough to know that you need this; on some level anyway. Why else do you let me spank you?” the housemother’s lips formed a determined purse.

_______ gaped and made to protest. made small silent motions like a fish and her hands strayed to her bottom.

“I-I don’t want this, really I don’t, you’re wrong,” she managed at last.

“I didn’t say you wanted it,” Mrs Jessica said with a groan, “Very few of you girls want it. I said you need it and you know it.”

“I am not one of your girls,” _______ said rather childishly and pouted.

“________,” the housemother said with a sad smile, adding earnestly, “_______. Of course you are. Do you really think that you are the first 20-something woman to get a spanking from me, the first member of faculty? I have been the housemother here since my husband…” she made a sour expression and looked away, “Since I wasn’t much older than you are now. I have seen it all.”

“But…” _______ whispered, again ready to perhaps protest.

Mrs Jessica sighed and sat down in the familiar armless chair the Korean literature lecturer had seen too often before. Then she crooked her finger to beckon _______ over.

The 25-year-old took an involuntary step and then fluttered like a small bird.

“You can take that polka dot thing off and those pant-things, whatever they are. Heavens, the clothes you girls wear,” the housemother said sharply. “At once girl or you really will regret it.”

_______ made a defiant pout with her lips and for a second she tried a glare. But her head dipped in a second and her face lit up like a cherry beacon.

“Park _______, I am waiting,” Mrs Jessica growled.

_______ in air through her nose and let it out through which stayed open in an expression of permanent surprise. Then with a clumsy fumble she reached around to work the zip on her smock-dress and slipped it over her head. Then at another sharp look from Mrs Jessica, _______ stepped hastily out of her leggings.

“ too,” the order came in a tone of exhausted patience.

_______’s face was soured as she obeyed.

“Now come here,” the housemother said firmly.

Dressed only in her bra and ankle socks, _______ moved forward with the smallest steps possible until Mrs Jessica was in reach of her arm. Then suddenly seized she was readily upended in a beat with her head down and her bare bottom up over the older woman’s lap. She wriggled.

With her head hanging just inches from the floor she dangled helplessly as her eyes rolled like a cornered wild pony. Her hot head contrasting with the chill on the flesh of her behind as her heart raced. _______’s mouth-breathing the only sound as time hung much as she did.

“This, as they say,” Mrs Jessica sighed, “Is just for openers.”

‘This’ coincided with a sharp impact to _______’s bottom and she gasped. The spank was no harder or sharper than any she had felt before but there was no getting used to it and the sting overwhelmed her.

The flat of brush cracked down four, five and six times more; all in less than 10 seconds until _______’s jaw was clamped tight as she bucked up and down. The aching burn built up like layers as she tried to bear it.

“I have said this before I think,” Mrs Jessica said casually as if to another woman she might be sharing a coffee with, “But it is strange that after the first few weeks of a semester, where perhaps I have spanked almost half the girls under my care at least once; afterwards it is the same dozen bottoms that return over and over.”

______ moaned, the housemothers words unescapable but secondary to the pain. The brush spanked down with renewed vigour to follow the same pattern as before as Mrs Jessica repeated another five or six swats.

“You are rare in that it is usually the younger girls who are most in need. But then you have no opportunity to explore the sororities as some do,” Mrs Jessica continued to ponder aloud.

Her words did not slow her hand however, and the spanking continued until _______ thought she would cry out for America.

“Mrs Jessica,” she gasped, “Please I… ahhh.”

“You have this coming girl, you know you do,” the housemother scolded as she spanked on. “I am going to blister your bottom to a cherry red and that’s just to get your attention. Do you hear me girl?”

_______ remembered Mrs Jessica’s promises and the horror chamber that was the bathroom. The housemother, she knew, had canes and sizable paddles too; all manner of things that _______ had yet to feel. She had been warned that their little arrangement would include them all sooner or later and on a regular basis.

“Do you hear me?” Mrs Jessica asked urgently as she spanked in hard with another volley. “Why do you insist on such pride? Here you are nothing but a naughty girl to be spanked.”

“Yes Mrs Jessica,” _______ wailed, but she was on the edge and her eyes bugged in her head. Her bottom was on fire now.

The spanking resounded off the ceiling loud enough to be a claxon and _______ had enough left in her to blush at the thought that others might hear. Then the burn overwhelmed her and mewling sound escaped .

“That’s it girl, that’s it, let it go,” Mrs Jessica  urged as she spanked in hard; there were great pounding spanks wringing the submission out of the good doctor.

“Ahh eeeeh,” _______ howled, tears in abundance suddenly flowing around her nose which had let go with some moisture of its own. Each biting impact of the hairbrush was felt on her bottom like sharp flaking layers.

“We are not done here girl, we are not done,” Mrs Jessica told her as she completed the second or third dozen set of spanking volleys.

“No Ma’am,” _______ said miserably and then she began to cry in earnest.