In Chain Reaction House ______ faced a corner of her own. Behind her an exposed bottom seemed to fill the room as it pulsed; never had it felt so big. She hadn’t been allowed to rub, but if she had she would have felt two hard leathery patches of hot pain simmering gently as her backside cooled.

At her desk Mrs Jessica skimmed through some papers, occasionally casting a casual eye over at ______. Dr Park’s bottom looked as if it had been dipped in maroon paint and even had a dull sheen to it. She noticed too that the skin was no longer smooth but held welty bumps where the brush had made contact. The cane would sting her nicely later on but before that Mrs Jessica had resolved upon a session in the bathroom. Nothing so humbled a girl as much as a two or three prolonged enemas.

“How are you finding the corner this morning?” the housemother asked pointedly.

_______ became tense and in air through her nose. Her face was wet and in a teary voice she answered, “It’s embarrassing Ma’am.”

“I mean it to be,” Mrs Jessica chuckled, “But imagine how much more so if I put you in the corner outside the door.”

The threat startled ______ and she whimpered.

“Tell me _______, have you ever had a punishment ?” Mrs Jessica asked.

_______’s jaw dropped and she risked a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder.

The housemother winked and offered her an emphatic nod. “Don’t worry, it’s not nearly so bad as two dozen of the cane. Not on a sore bottom like yours.”

“But… Mrs Jessica please… I haven’t… I mean… _______ spluttered.

The older woman sighed, “If you are going to tell me you don’t deserve this I am going to spank you again.”

“Ooh,” _______ groaned, this was too much. lay face down on her bed in a state of exhaustion. Her bottom felt like it had been reamed by a telegraph pole and the tight  bud felt pepper-hot as it positively pulsed with pain. In fact this tender gem sat between two engorged hills of aching soreness and she felt like a tiny thing reduced to the red bottom looming up behind her.

She could still feel the tight sawing lines of two dozen cane and how she had wept and begged under the onslaught. Mrs Jessica had been right; the thorough cleansing had been nothing to that.

_____ blushed at the thought of cleansing, never had she felt so utterly… humiliated wasn’t the word and embarrassed didn’t half cover it. Her mind seized upon the word ‘humbled’ and other words like ‘surrendered’ and… she in a breath and let it out slowly. The phrase ‘carefree liberation’ popped into her head and _______ cruelly supressed it.

She felt emptied out, as if all her preconceptions of self and all her sins had been poured down a drain and she had been reformed anew. It was almost as if she were a blank slate waiting to be written upon.

_____ sniffed and wiped the dampness from her face as she flushed with shame. The walk back from Mrs Jessica’s room had been an ordeal in itself and the Korean literature teacher’s gait had drawn a good many smirks and stares as she had limped to her room.

It was quite possible that she would never ever sit down again, ______ thought ruefully as she shifted on the bed to try and get comfortable.

“I hate that woman, I hate her,” she cursed, slamming the mattress hard with her fist.

But her words lacked conviction or resolve and _______ knew in her heart that they were not true. But what exactly did she feel towards this woman? Is it a ual kind of feeling like perhaps love that was for sure, but she blushed as she replayed that thought in her mind. Her ached and not from any abuse by the housemother.

I need to be honest, she thought, this time more fiercely. Falling back on her academic training she turned her new life over in her mind. Okay I don’t hate Mrs Jessica, but what do I feel? She let her mind go blank and the words come.

Awe, respect, intimacy… the last one shocked her and she rolled it around in her head. She had never been so intimate with anyone before, was it ual? Be honest she thought, you have a thing for spanking and always have. Living in Chain Reaction House is a wet dream made real. She thought then about the lines of spanked girls and what she had seen; it had been better than a good lay. Not to forget the face of the flawless housemother is somehow stuck in her daily life routines and even in her dreams these days. Well, what are the odds?

_______ found a smile.

So it is not Mrs Jessica only that I have feelings for but the situation itself I find… she worked and dived back into her thoughts. It wasn’t that she hadn’t fantasised about being spanked but the reality was, well too real and it hurt. But that had led to other aspects. She thought about her utter surrender.

Superficially I want it, fundamentally I need it, she thought. Then she remembered a trick her father had taught her when she had been weighing up dumping a boyfriend.

“Imagine that you will never see him again,” he had said while on his pipe in that wise way of his, “Perhaps, if you can bear it, think of him dead. What would you do to bring him back, can you bear life without him?”

_______ thought about Green light town, _______ and all to look it squarely in that face. I must be mad, she decided, but heaven help me but I never want to leave this crazy place.

Suddenly and without warning _______ burst into tears, great buckets of them that went on and on until she was empty.

Fully cried-out ______ felt refreshed. One day she would write a paper on the catharsis of spanking, the thought tickled her and she found a laugh. So young lady, she told herself ruefully, you’re a girl who needs regular spanking hmm, but in the long run is Mrs Jessica the one to do it?

Obviously not, but on the other hand any situation like this was always going to be beyond her control, that was the nature of it. It was never going to work otherwise. So in fact she might not have a choice.

“I don’t have the courage to just surrender to it, I have to be made to give in,” she whispered earnestly.

This revelation filled her with dread. She couldn’t cope with another session like today’s, she just couldn’t. She felt a surge of panic as if she was falling, but adrenaline wasn’t the only hormone to stir her and she felt an extra throb in proximity to her tender bottom.

At the end of the semester she might need other accommodations, she knew now that any pretence of an exit before then was doomed. She knew too that she might even see out the year, assuming of course that her bottom didn’t fall off. She winced and her hand stole to her behind for a quick rub.

But what then, a lonely rental in town while she tried to make new friends, for some reason she thought of the Chois and their current lodger? As she mused she broke off to reach for some cold cream on her bedside and grabbed a great handful.

Still face down on the bed, her buttocks slid smoothly through her hands as she massaged them. The small pain was addictive and with her fingertips and nail ends she teased the bumps and welts she found there. With more cream she extended her caress to deeper places as she moaned.

“I wonder if there are any other traditional families in town looking for a lodger?” she croaked in attempt to distract herself from what she was doing.

But as she found her wet place she thought of Choi Siwon and the spankings she had witnessed; tame compared to Mrs Jessica’ handling of her, perhaps almost fun.

Two freshman girls in the hallway nearby heard a guttural as if someone was trying to supress some pain. They grinned.

“Someone must be having a little talk with Mrs Jessica,” the blonde giggled.

“A long talk,” the brunette said ruefully, her own bottom clenching as her hands found it. Some memories were too recent to be amusing.