Luscious Lovelies Learn Their Lessons by Roger Benson (Novella 2)

Novella and Illustrations by Roger Benson, 1962

With selected drawings by Miss Fran and coloring by StoneKnight

Originally Published by Bared Affair Publications

Edited by Mrs. Angie Heart

Foreword 

Contemporary schoolgirls and schoolboys will find there is much to learn from reading this tale of a time less than 50 years in the past. For it was not so long ago that teener children lived in fear of regular bare bottom spankings at home, judicially-mandated strappings, rulerings from their deans in college, and thorough attention to their nether regions in the form of soapy enemas. 

As a (now-retired) internationally famous syndicated columnist and writer on domestic discipline matters, I was of course highly familiar with Mr. Roger Benson’s peerless prose and superb illustrations. What a pleasure it is to see them resurfacing so that later generations can benefit from the lessons of the golden era of which he writes. 

Mrs. Angie Heart, Editrix-in-Chief of the renowned Bared Affair Magazine, deserves the boundless thanks and congratulations of all connoisseurs of the judicial and domestic discipline scenes. First, she discovers and publishes Mr. Benson’s 1961 classic, Delinquent Damsels in Distress. Now she has escalated our delight by publishing Mr. Benson’s 1962 opus, Luscious Lovelies Learn Their Lessons!

As in his earlier novel, the delectable duo—nineteen-year-old Lorna Jane Welworthy and her dearest girlfriend, nineteen-year-old Kathy Ann Goodchild—play important parts in the exciting events chronicled in this later work. In particular, we learn about the many adventures lovely Lorna Jane experiences at the hands (and hairbrush!) of Mrs. Evelyn Goddard, the strict but caring guardian who looks after Lorna Jane while the girl’s parents are away on an extended trip to Merrie England. 

I don’t want to spoil readers’ avid enjoyment of this superb novella so I won’t go into details here about those many adventures other than to say that the educated, cultured, and wealthy Evelyn Goddard is a domestic disciplinarian of the very first rank. As for those of you who are fans of curvaceous Kathy Ann, let me assure you that this delectable damsel’s disciplinary education also receives appropriate attention! 

Profusely illustrated, Luscious Lovelies Learn Their Lessons is a stellar addition to the domestic discipline genre. It is also a most morally uplifting tale proving that—where teenage girls are concerned—proper attention to “the seat of learning” produces the very best results in the end! 

Billy Hackmore, Sr., December 2005

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Chapter 1: Surrogate Disciplinarian 

As we left things at the conclusion of the novella Delinquent Damsels in Distress, lovely Lorna Jane Welworthy and curvaceous Kathy Ann Goodchild were released from the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls in time to resume their second year studies at the all-girls Maydith College.

Lorna Jane had just passed the “judicial review” ordered by His Honor Learned Judge Pimm-Lansing, and Kathy Ann’s own “judicial review” was set for just two week’s time. Needless to say, it was a nail-biting wait for the shapely teener! We are pleased to report, gentle reader, that Kathy Ann passed her review and was not sent back to the tender mercies of Superintendent Ella Baines and her staff of thoroughly professional, discipline-minded matrons. 

Their reformatory and “judicial review” experiences had simply intensified the already strong bond of girlish affection between Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann and, from time to time, when the two succulent teeners were intimately alone together, they would kiss and cuddle and—in whispered tones—talk about what had happened to them. Strangely enough, this recounting of the experiences excited both girls and soon naughty fingers were touching naughty places with ecstatic consequences! 

At their monthly meeting with their kind hearted but strict Reformatory System Parole Officer—Miss Jessica Wright—both girls were told the good news that His Honor had decided to somewhat relax the conditions of their parole in light of the girls’ thoroughly contrite and unquestioningly obedient behavior. For the remainder of their one year parole period the girls would only have to wear their black and white striped reformatory-issue bras and panties on weekends. 

Then, Miss Wright mentioned that His Honor might—at some future point—require a further “judicial review” of the girls’ progress. Naturally, this news caused the most delicious shiver of pure, undiluted dread in both lovelies. That night, both Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann had the most vividly dreadful dreams of the many punishment chambers at the Greystone Reformatory! 

As we know, both Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann were living in residence at Maydith College under the eagle-eyed, discipline-minded supervision of Miss McFarlane, the Dean of Girls. 

However, relatively early in the term, Lorna Jane’s parents decided to go to Merrie England for six weeks. Among other things, Lorna Jane’s successful businessman father had important opportunities to explore. Mrs. Welworthy, Lorna Jane’s strict but loving mother, decided that her darling daughter should spend these six weeks living in the home of Mrs. Evelyn Goddard, a woman some 15 years her junior, but a trusted friend from the Bridge Club and known to Mrs. Welworthy as a firm believer in the merits of strict but loving discipline. 

Evelyn Goddard, who had no children, was married to a successful and senior public servant, Cyril, and the couple occupied a large and most attractively appointed home that would easily provide accommodation for Lorna Jane. And so, the fateful arrangement was made! 

Mrs. Goddard, 35 years of age, welcomed Lorna Jane and wasted no time reviewing with the girl the detailed rules and regulations the teener miss would have to follow in the Goddard household. Although pleasant enough, Cyril Goddard was a somewhat distant man preoccupied with affairs of state. Wisely, he left the guidance and discipline of Lorna Jane entirely to his most capable wife. 

Maydith College was an all-girls institution back in 1961, but periodic social events were arranged with the nearby, all-male McDwight University. At one of the these (“The High Heel Hop”), held quite early in their second year at Maydith, Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann had the great good fortune to meet two senior McDwight students—Rod Long and Lance Thicker—who were positive paragons of sportsmanship, scholarship, and community-oriented behavior. Lorna Jane began to date Rod while Kathy Ann formed a warm relationship with Lance. What a far cry these lads were from the juvenile delinquency-inclined Archie and Kenny, the villains of our prior novella! 

One Wednesday evening, Rod had the use of his lawyer father’s dark blue Oldsmobile sedan. The two lads thought it would be fun to visit Kathy Ann and Lorna Jane. Kathy Ann was still residing at Maydith College and the two boys rapidly discovered that there was no way the Hall Porter, Miss Priddle, would let her out. The next stop was the fine home the Goddards occupied. 

Evelyn Goddard and her husband had gone off to a social event and Lorna Jane was home alone. Wearing a snug-fitting sweater, plaid skirt, and sheer tan nylons, Lorna Jane was lying on her tummy on her bed diligently reading Rupert Tricklethorpe’s Principles of Victorian Poetry when the front door bell rang. 

The girl quickly slipped into her spike-heeled fluffy slippers and scurried downstairs. She smiled warmly when she discovered that it was Rod, who immediately invited her to come out to the dark blue Olds parked in front of the house. “Oh, golly, Rod, dearest,” Lorna Jane demurred, “this is a study night and Mrs. Goddard says I mustn’t go out except on Saturday nights.” 

Rod, using every ounce of his boyish charm, persisted and—the flesh being weak and Professor Tricklethorpe’s treatise being exceptionally dull—Lorna Jane capitulated. Rod invited Lorna Jane into the back seat while his best buddy Lance continued to occupy the front. 

It wasn’t long before Rod and Lorna were tongue kissing and the girl’s sweater was unbuttoned and her skirt lifted up around her waist. Although gentlemanly by nature, Lance could not help observing the proceedings with avid interest, especially since his own ambitions with curvaceous Kathy Ann had been so thoroughly frustrated. 

Suddenly, a car—headlights blazing—pulled up directly behind the Olds! Both Lorna Jane and Rod were far too “occupied” to notice. A door opened and slammed shut. 

“Geez, Rod, someone’s coming!” Lance called out, a trace of panic in his voice. With a squeal of horror, Lorna Jane broke her embrace and desperately tried to rearrange her attire. The door to the dark blue Olds was yanked open. Evelyn Goddard stood there, hands on her hips and a look of cold anger on her face! 

“Get out of that car this instant, young lady!” she commanded. Gasping and blushing, Lorna Jane awkwardly but instantly obeyed. 

Rod at once got out of the car, and in the most deferential tone of voice imaginable, apologized to Mrs. Goddard, accepted full responsibility for what had happened, and said that it was he—not the quivering Lorna Jane—who deserved punishment. 

Evelyn Goddard smiled sweetly at the young man. “That is exactly what I would expect from a gentlemanly lad like you, Rod,” Mrs. Goddard said with total sincerity. “But the fact is that it is always the responsibility of the girl to say ‘no.’ Lorna Jane is well aware of the rules. She chose to flagrantly disobey them and will now pay for that disobedience!” 

Mrs. Goddard administered a loud smack to the snug seat of Lorna Jane’s well-filled skirt. “Into the house, young lady, this instant!” she commanded. Lorna Jane uttered a high-pitched, hapless squeal and awkwardly stumbled forward. Cyril Goddard, meanwhile, had extracted himself from his own car, smiled at Rod blandly, and followed his wife and the terrified Lorna Jane. 

Although Rod felt a genuine sympathy for his lovely girlfriend, perhaps understandably the lad also felt a rising excitement as his fertile brain speculated on what was so obviously going to happen to luscious Lorna Jane! 

Doing Her Duty Without Pity 

In the Goddards’ modishly furnished living room, the lights were turned on full and the drapes tightly drawn. Cyril Goddard sat on a sturdy armless chair. A small table was beside the chair, a glossy black, oval-shaped wooden hairbrush resting on its circular top, bristles down. 

A sobbing Lorna Jane stood with her back facing him, hands at her sides and head bowed in abject contrition. Evelyn Goddard stood in front of Lorna Jane. The older woman wore the no-nonsense expression of someone dedicated to doing her duty without pity. 

She addressed a trembling Lorna Jane in cool, contralto tones. “I think our discussion will be more productive with your skirt up in back, dear. Get it there this instant and hold it in place with your hands behind your back! Now, dear, tell me what night this is.” 

“It’s. . . it’s W-Wednesday night,” stammered the girl. 

SLAP! The brisk smack caused Lorna Jane’s head to rock to one side. “No, dear. It’s a study night. Repeat that for me a once, if you please.” 

“Ouuuhhhh,” she moaned. “It. . . it’s a s-study night. . . .”

SLAP! “That isn’t an acceptable answer, dear. The correct answer is that you were studying the art and science of necking and petting with a very experienced instructor. Now, dear, I’d like to know what young Lance’s part in all this was.” 

“Ohhh. . . He. . . he. . . just w-watched, Mrs. Goddard. . . .” 

“Why that’s just excellent, dear. I’m so pleased to see you and Rod following one of the most cherished precepts of the pedagogical profession— teaching by example. I’m sure that when he gets home, young Lance will review this evening’s lesson with great pleasure—once he has his slacks and underpants down, of course. But the fact is, dear, that studying necking and petting is not going to help you with your college program. Isn’t that true?” 

“Y-Yes, Mrs. Goddard. . . .”
“And it is important that you do well, isn’t it, dear?”
“Y-Yes, ma’am.”
“Because if you don’t do well, your mother and father will be very disappointed in you but, also—and this is very important—they will also be very disappointed with me. And that is why I want you to stay home and study on Monday night. SLAP! On Tuesday night. SLAP! On Wednesday night. SLAP! On Thursday night. SLAP! On Friday night. SLAP! Do you understand, dear?” 

The thoroughly red and wet-cheeked girl haplessly blubbered that she did. 

“Then on Saturday night you may go out and study necking and petting with that nice Mr. Rod Long. SLAP! But only on Saturday night. SLAP! Do you understand, dear?” 

The sobbing girl stammered out an affirmative response.

“I’m so glad you do, dear. And now, to reinforce that understanding and, of course, to punish your little lapse this evening, it’s time to smack another pair of cheeks.” 

During this extended episode, Cyril Goddard’s eyes had been glued to a particular portion of Lorna Jane’s adorable anatomy so pleasingly and provocatively presented by the girl’s skimpy panties. He almost did not hear his good wife when she suggested he move over to the sofa. 

Mrs. Goddard seated herself regally on the sturdy, armless wooden chair. Then Lorna Jane went over her knee, skirt up, panties down. 

For the next ten minutes, while Lorna Jane sobbed and squealed, the hard backed hairbrush made its disciplinary point on girlishly plump buttocks and ripely rounded thigh backs—where they were bare above her stocking tops. And Lorna Jane soon found that Evelyn Goddard’s hairbrush expertise rivaled that of any Greystone matron. As for Mr. Goddard, he stared bug-eyed at luscious Lorna Jane’s crimsoning, writhing nether portions! 

Later that night, Lorna Jane cried herself to sleep, wearing only the tops of her baby doll PJs. Her girlishly plump bottom cheeks throbbed and burned distressingly. What a different feeling from the tender caresses so ardently and adoringly administered by young Rod! 

In the Goddards’ master bedroom, the usually reserved Cyril Goddard’s inhibitions seemed to have “taken a holiday” as he embraced his attractive wife. “You know, Cyril dear,” Mrs. Goddard observed with a wicked giggle, “if we’d dusted that girl’s bare bottom for fingerprints, I suspect we’d have found ample evidence to have young Rod charged with fanny fondling in the first degree!” Mr. Goddard stifled a gasp and began to passionately tongue kiss his wife. She could feel his rising excitement. It was going to be an amorous night!

Chapter 2: Private Study Session 

Evelyn Goddard, an attractive and athletic 35-year-old, was an intelligent and educated woman, holding a degree from Sedgewicke College, an elite northeastern institution for young ladies, where she had studied English literature, history and psychology. Her father, a successful industrialist, had settled a significant sum of capital on his daughter so, to favor understatement, the Goddard family circumstances were most comfortable. 

As an intelligent and educated woman, Mrs. Goddard well understood just how important it was that Lorna Jane do well at Maydith College, and she was determined to diligently foster that outcome. Accordingly, the day after the memorable Wednesday evening punishment, she informed the contrite and remorseful girl that a special day-long “Study Session” would be organized for Lorna Jane that Saturday. The girl would not be permitted to go out for her usual Saturday evening date with Rod. 

Saturday morning arrived and Lorna Jane prepared herself as if she were off to her studies at Maydith College. The girl wore an appealingly form fitting short sleeved sweater and skirt, sheer tan nylons, and glossy black spike-heeled pumps. Underneath, she wore her black and white striped Reformatory-issue bra and panties (in compliance with her weekend Reformatory Parole Requirements) and an off-white, elastic garter belt. 

Mrs. Goddard had set up a plain wooden table and a hard, armless, straight backed chair in the attractively appointed basement “recreation room.” It would be at this table dear Lorna Jane would sit studying and also writing responses to certain exercises set by the good woman. As it happens, Cyril Goddard was away for the weekend on important government business. 

Mrs. Goddard was most appropriately dressed for the occasion, wearing an attractive but rather strict-looking black suit, sheer, charcoal-hued nylons, and glossy black patent spike-heeled pumps. She had donned a pair of horn-rimmed glasses she occasionally wore and carried a pliant, twelve-inch wooden ruler. Her very appearance made luscious Lorna Jane simply quiver with dread anticipation! 

For two hours, Lorna Jane diligently read and wrote. Then Mrs. Goddard appeared, directed Lorna Jane to sit with her hands behind her back, and took up the girl’s work for a careful evaluation. While Lorna Jane sat in a state of understandable apprehension, Evelyn Goddard slowly and thoroughly read her way through the girl’s material, periodically making a mark with a red pencil. 

At long last, the older woman set the material aside and stood up. Her right hand held her ruler which she patted—lightly but meaningfully— against her open left palm as she addressed a quivering Lorna Jane. 

“I judge your performance a low-B, young lady.” Lorna Jane gulped audibly. “You can do better and you will do better. Stand up and remove your skirt and panties, folding them neatly over the back of that easy chair, and then face me.” 

A red-face Lorna Jane obeyed at once, squirming awkwardly out of her snug skirt and skimpy Reformatory-issue panties. The girl stood before her implacable teacher, her full but shapely legs trembling, her pale, girlishly plump bare bottom prickling with gooseflesh. 

“Put your right hand out, palm up, and do not dare to move it until directed.” 

SMACK! Lorna Jane stifled a squeal as the burning sting permeated the soft hand that had ecstatically thrilled her handsome boyfriend on more than one occasion! 

Lorna Jane received five crisp strokes to each hand, each smack accompanied by sage pedagogical observations from Mrs. Goddard. By the time it was over—and Evelyn Goddard did not rush the process—the tears were dripping from Lorna Jane’s quivering chin. The girl’s understandable distress was augmented by the fact that the deliciously bare state of her girlishly plump bottom left in her no doubt that “the worst was yet to come”! 

And it did! Keeping her legs pressed tightly together, Lorna Jane bent forward, throbbing palms flat on the hardwood study table while Mrs. Goddard slowly administered 50 brisk ruler smacks to the sobbing girl’s succulent bottom cheeks and ripely rounded thigh-backs, where they were bare above her stocking tops. As with the hand-smacking, the spanking was accompanied by many insightful comments from Mr. Goddard and stammered-out thanks—where appropriate—from luscious Lorna Jane. 

At last, Lorna Jane was directed to resume her work—now sitting bare bottomed! Mrs. Goddard observed the red-faced, sniffling girl carefully. “Stop that squirming, young lady,” she commanded in a cold tone of voice, “or I’ll put you over my knee and really give you something to squirm about!” 

An Exercise Break 

After a nourishing lunch (which Lorna Jane ate bare bottomed!), the girl was permitted to put her skirt and panties back on and resume studying. After a further two hours had passed, Evelyn Goddard took up the girl’s work—while Lorna Jane sat with her hands behind her back—and evaluated the material with her usual care and close attention.

“This is a considerable improvement, young lady.” Lorna Jane shivered with relief. “It shows what you can do when you apply yourself and when you receive proper encouragement.” 

Evelyn Goddard now decided that Lorna Jane should have an “exercise break.” The girl was required to remove her skirt and sweater and fold them neatly over the back of the same easy chair that had previously enjoyed the company of her skirt and panties. 

Mrs. Goddard produced a copy of the “Betty Crocker Cookbook, 1960 edition”—a heavy volume indeed! Lorna Jane was required to place this on top of her head and hold it in place with her left palm and fingers pressed down. She was ordered to place her other hand on her hip, “like a lady.” The girl’s elbow jutted saucily. While Mrs. Goddard watched with evident interest, Lorna Jane was required to walk around the large room in a wide circle—red-faced with embarrassment! 

“Come on, dear,” Mrs. Goddard encouraged with a light laugh. “Let’s see more of a wiggle! Pretend that I’m that nice boyfriend of yours and that you’re trying to keep me interested!” 

This was followed by an extended session during which Lorna Jane was required to lie on her back, place her hands under her hips, and bicycle her shapely legs. This was followed by squats. Then Lorna Jane was required to stand in front of Mrs. Goddard, both hands pressing down on the Betty Crocker cook book atop her brunette tresses. 

“Now, dear, I want you to strut in place.” Mrs. Goddard held the ruler at the girl’s waist. “Knees as high as your navel. One smack per thigh for each time you fail to touch the wood. Let’s start with single time. Now, march!” A nyloned knee rose, smartly rapping the out-stretched ruler. Evelyn Goddard nodded her head in rhythmic encouragement. 

Lorna Jane learned a great deal that memorable Saturday. Next week she received an A on a Maydith College English literature test. Mrs. Goddard rewarded the girl by serving Lorna Jane’s favorite double butterscotch ripple ice cream for dessert at supper! In fact, the whole week went so well that Lorna Jane was allowed to enjoy a Saturday evening date with her boyfriend, Rod Long. 

Rod felt very guilty about the trouble he had got Lorna Jane into and made it up to his beloved with a very special dinner at Marco’s Place, followed by the second showing at the Odeon Cinema. Later, at Lover’s Leap—in Rod’s car—the ardent young couple made up for lost time. If truth be told, young Rod’s passions were also inflamed by recurrent thoughts of a nineteen-year-old girl as pretty and shapely as luscious Lorna Jane being spanked! 

A Supremely Humiliating Punishment 

Alas, the following week was less happy. It was mid-week and Lorna Jane was facing a botany test, her least favorite subject. Mr. and Mrs. Goddard had gone out to a reception so Lorna Jane was alone in the house. She studied and studied but got to the point where she simply had to have a break. Slipping into her fluffy, spike-heeled slippers she went down to the kitchen for a glass of milk and cookie or two. The poor girl was so wound up, she ate the entire box of cookies before she knew what she was doing! 

Lorna Jane’s sin was not discovered until the next day. Mrs. Pilkington-Pryce was visiting Evelyn Goddard on Bridge Club business and, in keeping with her patrician breeding, Mrs. Goddard offered afternoon tea which was eagerly accepted. One can all too easily imagine Evelyn Goddard’s frame of mind when she discovered the cookies were gone—all gone! 

When Lorna Jane returned from Maydith College, she was immediately summoned to Mrs. Goddard’s private second floor sitting room. The tearful girl confessed at once and threw herself on Mrs. Goddard’s mercy which, unhappily for poor Lorna Jane, was as absent as the cookies she had so thoughtlessly gobbled. 

“Go to my private bathroom at once, young lady,” Evelyn Goddard ordered in a cold, non-nonsense voice. “Remove your sweater, skirt, and bra. Grip the sides of the toilet seat and bend forward with your legs spread. I will be in to see you shortly.” 

For the next ten minutes Lorna Jane waited, heart beating rapidly, mouth dry, tears dripping from her trembling chin. Evelyn Goddard’s spike heels approached. “Eyes front, young lady,” the older woman commanded and Lorna Jane felt her panties pulled down to her widely separate knees. Lorna Jane’s apprehension mounted to unbearable levels as she heard the medicine cupboard door opening and shutting and water running. Lorna Jane stole a backwards glance and, through tear blurred eyes, saw Mrs. Goddard approaching with a large bulb syringe and a metal bowl of warm, soapy water! With a shudder of sheer, undiluted dread, Lorna Jane realized she was in for a lengthy and supremely humiliating session!

Lorna Jane received her spanking the next evening. Shortly after 9:00 P.M., Mrs. Goddard arrived in Lorna Jane’s bedroom carrying her glossy black, oval shaped, hard backed wooden hairbrush. The girl was required to remove her sweater and skirt and hang them up neatly in her clothes closet. Then Evelyn Goddard seated herself on Lorna Jane’s bed and the tearful girl was ordered over her knee. Lorna Jane’s panties were taken down below her stocking tops. The panties, white and decorated with little red hearts, were an intimate and adoring gift from Rod Long after the lad learned that his lovely girlfriend was no longer required to wear her Reformatory-issue panties on weekdays. 

For the next fifteen minutes, Mrs. Goddard lectured Lorna Jane on the perils of gluttony, punctuating her sage observations with brisk hairbrush smacks which had Lorna Jane sobbing, squealing, and deeply repenting her foolish behavior. 

When the spanking was finally over, and there were times when Lorna Jane thought it never would be, Mrs. Goddard prepared to leave. “If you ever do that again, young lady, I’ll take you down to the basement for a strapping that will make you wish you were back in the Reformatory!”

Chapter 3: The Bare Bottom Assizes

In the preceding chapters we saw that lovely Lorna Jane Welworthy’s parents have departed on an extended trip to Merrie England and, in their absence, arranged for their darling daughter to live with Mrs. Evelyn Goddard, a close Bridge Club friend, and her husband Cyril, a senior governmental official. As we have also learned, Mrs. Goddard—a well-born, attractive and educated woman of substantial private means—was a firm believer in the benefits of strict discipline where teener girls were concerned!

It was a pleasant Friday when Evelyn Goddard hosted a special luncheon at her impressive home for two influential members of the Bridge Club—Mrs. Pilkington-Price and Mrs. Dilby. After the luncheon, which went very well indeed, Evelyn Goddard left the tidying up to her maid Jessie and retired to her private master suite for a “beauty nap.” The good woman quickly fell asleep and had the most interesting dream in which she was Madam Justice Goddard, Chief Justice of The Bare Bottom As- sizes. (The Oxford dictionary defines “assizes” as a “session of the court”—and one can imagine just what this particular session would involve!)

The Bare Bottom Assizes had but one purpose and that was to provide a venue in which Madam Justice Goddard would sentence naughty teener girls to corporal punishment. This point was driven home most graphically by the fact that the pretty, shapely, and tearful girls who stood trembling before Madam Justice Goddard’s high dais were always bare below the waist except for their garter belts, sheer nylon stockings, and spike-heeled pumps!

On this particular day, Madam Justice Goddard’s judicial agenda listed three miscreant misses. The first, none other than Lorna Jane Welworthy, stood quivering and tearful before the stern and learned Justice. “You are charged with the disgraceful crimes of an exceedingly untidy bedroom and bathroom, the evidence including brunette hairs in the washbasin and used undergarments strewn about. How plead you, girl?”

Lorna Jane stammered out the only possible response at the Bare Bottom Assizes: “G-Guilty, Your H-Honor. . . .”

“It is the sentence of this Court that you receive a fifty stroke strapping on your bare buttocks. Take her down!” A powerfully built, cold-faced matron appeared at once, handcuffed Lorna Jane’s wrists behind her back and marched the sobbing girl off to a holding cell in the bowels of the Courtroom.

The second miscreant, who had forgotten to run a most important errand for her mother, was none other than Lorna Jane’s closest friend, Kathy Ann Goodchild. The tearful Kathy Ann was quickly sentenced to a fifty stroke strapping on her bare buttocks and promptly handcuffed and marched off to await her fate!

The third culprit was one Roberta Baxter, age 17, an exceptionally pretty and shapely miss who had been caught after curfew necking and petting in her boyfriend’s autocar. In the wise view of Madam Justice Goddard this was a most serious offence and she wasted no time sentencing the sobbing Roberta to a nine stroke bare bottom caning in the finest English tradition. 

Madam Justice Goddard then rose for lunch and reflected with satisfaction on the morning’s work of dispatching strict and summary bottom justice. It rather reminded her of the olden days in Merrie England, when Judge Jeffreys sentenced the trembling and tearful maidens before him to a one-way trip to Terrible Tyburn Prison. 

After a pleasant luncheon, passed in the Private Dining Room reserved for the High Judiciary, Madam Justice Goddard strolled down to the Execution Chamber, accompanied by her Personal Assistant, Miss Ludmilla Stinchcombe. The Chamber was spotlessly clean, featured strong lighting, and a sturdily-constructed punishment tripod to which the victim would be secured for her correction. Madam Justice Goddard was pleased to see three of her smartly-suited friends from the Bridge Club. Two were serving as “official witnesses” whilst the other—wearing a domino mask and holding a well-oiled, black leather punishment strap—stood ready and eager to carry out her executioner duties! 

Lorna Jane was brought in first. The weeping girl’s wrists were handcuffed behind her back while her ankles were secured with manacles featuring a six-inch connecting chain. “Do you have anything to say, girl?” Madam Justice Goddard intoned in a solemn, cold tone of voice. Lorna Jane at once fell to her rounded, nyloned knees and, lifting her tear streaked face to the implacable Judge, began to blubber for mercy, promising to never, never, ever repeat her misbehavior, and promising to be “the bestest girl that ever was” if only she could be given a second chance. Madam Justice Goddard allowed the girl to go on at length, while she and her Bridge Club friends exchanged cold and knowing smiles. 

At long last, the esteemed Justice spoke. “There is one possibility. A big girl like you can readily discern that, apart from your own, there are four pairs of spike-heeled pumps in this Chamber. As a very special act of Judicial Leniency, and instead of a sound strapping, you may remain on your knees and demonstrate your unquestioning obedience and total hu- mility by licking those pumps until they positively glisten from your saliva. Begin!” 

One look at the dangling strap was all Lorna Jane needed to decide. She commenced her servile task at once, using her lovely mouth to save her succulent bottom—to borrow the language of the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls! Naturally, the hapless girl began with Madam Justice Goddard’s glossy, black patent leather spike-heeled pumps. 

After some time, curvaceous Kathy Ann was marched in and, after a lengthy session of groveling and pleading before Madam Justice Goddard, was given the same choice. It is hardly surprising to learn that dear Kathy Ann instantly chose to save her succulent sitter! 

Unhappily for poor Roberta, by the time her turn came the ladies were in the mood for a different sort of “entertainment.” Two Supervisory Matrons secured the sobbing girl to the tripod. Madam Justice Goddard then announced that Roberta’s caning would have two additional witnesses. 

Still handcuffed and manacled, Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann were marched into the Execution Chamber. 

“Kindly procure the gags,” the Senior Supervisory Matron now directed her junior colleague. The latter proceeded at once to a metal storage cupboard and returned with two rubber choke-pears and two black bandanas. The Senior Matron tapped the tip of Lorna Jane’s nose with her index finger. “Open wide, dear.” 

“Ohhh, p-please. . . p-please don’t g-gag me. . .” Lorna Jane sobbed haplessly . 

“Would you prefer to be caned?” the Matron enquired, almost casually . 

The girl yawned her mouth to its maximum. The Matron inserted the rubber pear and then proceeded to wind the black bandana over Lorna Jane’s mouth and knotted it tightly at the back of the girl’s head. Lorna Jane’s tear-wet cheeks bulged. 

When the Matron turned to Kathy Ann, the girl already had her mouth open! 

The bulging cheeks, florid complexions, and perspiring, furrowed foreheads the strict gags imposed made the girls look almost ugly yet, to the ladies present, the tearful twosome had never looked lovelier. Now the masked, cane wielding woman swished her instrument of correction through the air to test its ultra-flexible suppleness. This action elicited a delicious squeal of dire fright from poor Roberta! 

The matrons then took up their positions beside Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann. Both girls were told that if they averted their eyes from Roberta’s rump for even a split-second, they would be next on the tripod. 

The next sound Roberta emitted was a lengthy, piercing scream as the ultra-flexible, yellow-hued cane sliced into the plumpest portions of her ripely molded behind. Madam Justice Goddard studied the pink weal, already darkening. A minute later, Roberta had occasion to scream again and, once she had finished with that, began to blubber hysterically on the oh-so-predictable subjects of mercy, fervent promises to never do it again, and equally fervent promises of perfect future behavior. 

Naturally, Roberta’s pleas fell on deaf ears, and she received all nine strokes. Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann kept their eyes glued to the punished portions, constantly blinking their eyes to clear away the tears—as directed by their vigilant Supervisory Matrons! 

Indeed, a sobbing Roberta was left secured to the Punishment Tripod for a full half hour. During this time, Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann were required to stand—handcuffed, ankle-manacled, and pear-gagged—with their eyes fixed on poor Roberta’s girlishly plump, punished posterior. Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann’s own behinds crawled with the cold gooseflesh of dread while their full but shapely stockinged legs trembled with strain.

Evelyn Goddard came slowly awake. She became conscious of the touch of her own soft, manicured fingers in a very sensitive area. Then the release came, seeming as if it would never end. 

Lorna Jane’s Date 

On the Saturday evening following Evelyn Goddard’s Bridge Club luncheon (and very satisfying dream), lovely Lorna Jane was permitted to go out on a date with her adoring boyfriend, Rod Long. 

One of Lorna Jane’s favorite magazines was Teen Topics, which she read without fail every month. The current issue had a most enjoyable article on “How to keep your boyfriend interested in you.” Part of the advice given was that, from time-to-time, girls should deliberately frustrate their boyfriends to ensure that the lads never “took them for granted.” Lorna Jane decided that tonight she would try the idea out! 

After a “starlet bubble bath,” the succulent teener hooked up a pair of ultra-sheer, charcoal-hued nylon stockings to her off-white elastic garter belt and squeezed her pretty feet into a pair of glossy black patent leather spike-heeled pumps. After applying perfume to certain “strategic areas”, Lorna Jane put on her Reformatory-issue black and white striped cotton bra and panties in compliance with her Reformatory Parole Provisions. Oh, how she hated those bras and panties! Not only did they remind her of her horrid ordeals at the Greystone Reformatory, she would have much preferred filmy black nylon caressing her intimate portions! A tight skirt and sweater completed her “Date Night” ensemble and ensured Rod’s elevated excitation! 

After a swell film at the Bijou, Rod drove his beloved out to Lover’s Leap. Lorna Jane sat very close to Rod, frequently crossing and crossing her lovely stockinged legs and deliberately not bothering to adjust her skirt afterward. By the time Rod found a very private “parking place” at Lover’s Leap, he was almost drooling. 

Fifteen minutes later, the front of Lorna Jane’s tight sweater was unbuttoned and her bra pulled down while her skirt was up around her waist. Lorna Jane’s lovely, rounded breast glistened in the moonlight from Rod’s saliva. Rod—a very obvious lump at the front of his slacks—now reached for Lorna Jane’s panties. This was the cue the girl had been waiting for. 

She put her soft hand on top of Rod’s and said, “Oh, please no, Rod, dearest. I’ve developed a dreadful headache.” A stricken look came over the boy’s handsome features. Earnestly, he expressed his concern and, his voice strained with worry, asked what he could do. 

“Golly, Rod,” Lorna Jane responded in a sweet tone of voice. “I think it would be best if you took me home.”
Gentlemanly to the core, Rod complied at once. As soon as they arrived at the Goddard house, he pulled into the imposing circular drive, jumped out to open Lorna Jane’s door and solicitously walked his darling to the doorstep. Lorna Jane rewarded him with a lengthy open-mouthed kiss but had to stifle a giggle as she felt the “hard evidence” of his excitement!

Later, in her bedroom, Lorna Jane carefully removed and hung up her skirt and then removed and tossed her panties in her laundry hamper. Her own excitement had caused a particular portion of the intimate garment to become a little damp! 

Lorna Jane now stood with her back to her vanity mirror, looking back over her shoulder. Her soft hands cupped and fondled her pale bottom cheeks. She found herself wishing that Rod were present—in this very room—and would promptly put her where she belonged, that is: over his knee for the kind of long, hard spanking teases and fibbers deserve! But Lorna Jane knew only too well that there was no hope of that ever happening with the gentlemanly Rod. A shiver convulsed her shapely body as she thought of what would have happened if she’d tried that kind of trick with Mr. Justice Roderick Pimm-Lansing. She’d have found herself promptly stripped, restrained, hooded, and being transported back to the Greystone Reformatory for a very painful lesson in discipline! 

Then, Lorna Jane’s eyes strayed to the pink plastic hairbrush that sat atop her vanity. She picked the oval shaped brush up and, continuing to look back over her shoulder, gently rubbed it against the smooth, girlishly plump behind so provocatively displayed in the mirror. Strange thrills coursed through her as she did this and then she whispered to herself, “You deserve to be spanked within an inch of your life, you naughty girl!” 

And then, Lorna Jane began to spank herself, slowly and as hard as she could manage. It wasn’t the same as being taken over the knee of a responsible, experienced adult like Mrs. Goddard, but after ten minutes luscious Lorna’s succulent seat, and the backs of her thighs where they were bare above her stocking tops, were a very pretty shade of pink and her tears were flowing freely. 

At last, a softly sobbing Lorna Jane put the brush down and slowly walked over to her bed where she lay on her tummy, her tears moistening her pillow. She thought about what Rod was doing now—or may have just finished doing—and her naughty fingers found the naughty place and began their work. Lorna Jane buried her face in her pillow to stifle her shriek of ecstasy as she was suddenly taken, wave after wave, by the most powerful climax of her young life! 

The deepest sleep imaginable followed almost instantly. 

Something to Look Forward To! 

Next morning, Lorna Jane awoke still wearing her date night attire (except for her skirt and panties, of course). Lazily, she got up and walked over to her vanity and peered back over her shoulder at her peerless bottom. Despite her hairbrush efforts the previous evening, the smooth, succulently rounded flesh was fully restored to its pale perfection. 

Lovely Lorna Jane still felt terribly guilty about the way she had treated poor Rod. It was obvious that, far from ever “taking her for granted,” he adored her totally! The girl resolved that, on their very next date night, she would make it up to Rod by doing something very, very special! 

The girl then stripped naked and padded into her well-equipped private bathroom to perform her ablutions. Then, since she would be expected to attend church this bright Sunday morning with Evelyn and Cyril Goddard, she dressed carefully—first putting on a fresh pair of Reformatory-issue panties and matching bra. Instead of her usual garter belt, Lorna Jane squirmed into a snug-fitting, off-white open bottomed girdle and hooked up a nice new pair of sheer tan-hued nylon stockings. One of Lorna Jane’s mother’s strictest rules was that her darling daughter should always wear a girdle in church! Glossy white patent pike-heeled pumps and a form fitting powder blue suit completed her attire except for the white pillbox hat and little white gloves she would don after breakfasting with the Goddards. 

On arriving at the church later that morning, Lorna Jane was ecstatic to see her darling Rod—immaculate in a blue blazer and gray flannels—in the congregation. After the services were over, and permission had been granted by Evelyn Goddard, Lorna Jane went over to say hello to Rod. The earnestly handsome lad was terribly concerned about Lorna Jane’s well-being but the girl reassured him that she was fine now. Then she placed her hand on his and bestowed a loving smile that promised that next “date night” would be a very special event indeed! 

Chapter 4: Teen Topics

On Saturday Mornings, Evelyn Goddard kindly permitted Lorna Jane to spend an extra hour in bed in the morning. The sun was shining brightly outside as the succulent brunette slowly came awake. Propping up her pillows, Lorna Jane sat up in the bed pulling the covers up to her chin. Wearing only the tops of her baby doll PJs and a pair of skimpy, pink nylon panties, the girl felt warm and wonderfully relaxed.

It had been a difficult week at Maydith College with a great many quizzes to pass and essays to turn in. Lorna Jane glanced at her alarm clock; she had over 45 minutes before she would be required to present herself downstairs for breakfast with the Goddards. From her bedside table, she picked up the new issue of Teen Topics—one of her favorite magazines—and began to leaf through it. 

Her attention suddenly became riveted by an article entitled “Should Bobbysoxers be Spanked?” by Mr. Billy Hackmore, the world-famous, internationally-syndicated columnist who often wrote on domestic discipline issues. The article was accompanied by an illustration of a pretty, shapely (and tearful!) sixteen-year-old miss getting ready to go over the back of a vinyl and chrome kitchen chair for what was obviously going to be a strict bare-bottom session with Mother’s hairbrush! 

Lorna Jane had graduated to sheer nylon stockings and spike-heeled pumps at the age of 17 but still wore virginally-white bobby sox with her penny loafers or saddle shoes for informal occasions. She squirmed prettily as she identified with the poor girl in the illustration!

As she read the article—with an increasingly dry mouth and fluttering tummy—Lorna Jane just had to admit that Mr. Hackmore had many persuasive arguments in favor of spanking naughty bobbysoxers! Then the girl glanced at her clock and suddenly realized she was going to be late for breakfast! She jumped out of bed, hastily performed her ablutions in her private, beautifully appointed bathroom, and dressed in a form fitting skirt and sweater set accompanied by sheer nylon stockings and spike-heeled pumps since she and Mrs. Goddard would be going downtown that morning on a shopping trip. Because it was a weekend, Lorna Jane was of course also wearing her black and white striped reformatory-issue bra and panties in full compliance with her Reformatory Panty Parole! 

Curvaceous Kathy Ann’s Comeuppance! 

Poor Kathy Ann Goodchild’s Saturday morning awakening was rather more shocking than lovely Lorna Jane’s. At 8:00 A.M. the telephone rang sonorously in the girl’s private dormitory room at Maydith College, rousing the curvaceous teener from a deep slumber. It was Miss Wright, the kindly but strict woman who served as Parole Officer for both Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann. 

As a condition of their parole from the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls, both Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann were required to submit to Miss Wright—each and every Friday—a written essay describing what they had done that week and the actions they were taking to be “the bestest girls ever.” Alas, the pressures of a difficult week at Maydith College had caused dear Kathy Ann to forget this obligation, a failing Miss Wright pointed out in no uncertain terms!

“Ouuuhhh, nooooo!” Kathy Ann gasped, near tears.

“Oh, yes, young lady,” Miss Wright responded in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

Kathy Ann was summarily ordered to appear at Miss Wright’s office in exactly one hour’s time. The girl jumped from her bed, performed her washing with alacrity and then, having donned her reformatory-issue bra and panties, put on an off-white elastic garter belt and sheer tan-hued nylons. A form-fitting skirt and sweater, accentuated by glossy black patent leather spike-heeled pumps, completed her ensemble. Putting on a light raincoat, Kathy Ann—bereft of breakfast—rushed to the campus bus-stop to catch the conveyance that would take her to Miss Wright’s office.

One hour later, her raincoat hung up, Kathy Ann stood—hands at her side, head bowed—in front of Miss Wright’s imposing desk. A few tears trickled down the girl’s pale cheeks. 

“As I’m sure you know, young lady,” Miss Wright spoke in a cool, purposeful tone of voice, “I could report this matter to Learned Judge Pimm-Lansing, and he might well regard it as a most serious breach of your parole conditions and return you forthwith to the Greystone Reformatory. Do you understand, miss?” 

“Y-yes, m-ma’am,” Kathy Ann managed in a tear choked voice, her sweetly kissable lips trembling. 

“The regulations permit that, for a first offence, I may deal with the matter myself and—most fortunately for you—that is what I propose to do on this occasion. Do you understand, young lady?” 

“Ohhh. . . y-yes, M-Miss Wright. . . . Th-thank you, M-Miss Wright,” stammered the girl. 

The older woman now opened the top right hand drawer of her desk and withdrew and oval-shaped, stained oaken hairbrush. Kathy Ann gulped involuntarily on seeing the dreadful instrument. 

“It will, of course, be necessary to punish you for your offence.” Miss Wright lightly but meaningfully patted the glossy, smooth back of the brush against her open left palm. “I’m sure a big girl like you understands that, don’t you?” 

“Y-yes, m-ma’am,” Kathy Ann tearfully stammered her response.

“Do you have anything to say in your defense, young lady?”

“I. . . I d-deserve to be p-punished, M-Miss Wright,” Kathy Ann stammered haplessly. “I. . . I f-forgot, but th-that isn’t any ex-excuse. . . .”

Miss Wright now exhibited her kindly side, which was a very real part of her excellent character. “I appreciate your attitude, Kathy Ann,” Miss Wright spoke in a gentler tone of voice. “You don’t try to make excuses, even though you are under pressure at college, and that is a sign that you are well on the way to being a responsible and well behaved young lady. Punishment is still required but, I believe—in the circumstances—we can be a little less strict.” Miss Wright returned the hairbrush to her desk drawer and then directed, “Roll your skirt up tightly around your waist, young lady, and hold it there with your hands behind your back.” 

Kathy Ann tugged and rolled the tight garment until it was where it was supposed to be. Then Miss Wright stood up, walked around her desk and placed a sturdy, armless wooden chair under a strong light in the middle of the room and sat down. “Come and stand in front of me, young lady,” she commanded in a pleasant but meaningful tone of voice. Kathy Ann obeyed at once, her spike heels clicking on the hardwood floor. 

Then, with excruciating slowness, Miss Wright descended Kathy Ann’s reformatory-issue panties down to the girl’s deliciously rounded, nyloned knees. 

“Get over my knee, dear,” the older woman now directed. 

With a poignant little whimper, Kathy Ann obeyed. Miss Wright’s strong left arm encircled Kathy Ann’s curvy waist and drew the girl close in a firm but motherly embrace. Strangely enough, this action made Kathy Ann feel loved and protected even though she naturally dreaded the spanking she was about to receive. 

For the next twenty minutes, Miss Wright used her firm right hand to smack Kathy Ann’s girlishly plump buttocks and the exquisitely rounded back of her thighs where they were bare above her stocking tops. The smacks were administered slowly and were interspersed with many sage and helpful observations from Miss Wright. Throughout the process, Kathy Ann squirmed winsomely and cried softly. 

When the spanking was finally over, Kathy Ann was required to stand in the corner—holding her skirt up, panties at her knees—while Miss Wright wrote a detailed report for the girl’s file. Then, skirt still up and panties down, Kathy Ann stood before Miss Wright’s desk for some final words of wisdom. 

“I have to inform you, Kathy Ann,” Miss Wright’s tone of voice was very serious, “that if you commit this offence again, I will be obliged by regulation to report the matter to Learned Judge Pimm-Lansing and, as I am sure you are aware, the Learned Judge takes a very dim view of naughty girls who disobey their parole requirements.” 

As she spoke, Miss Wright privately reflected that if these unfortunately circumstances did arise, she would recommend leniency for Kathy Ann and rather suspected that Learned Judge Pimm-Lansing would accept the said recommendation. Miss Wright, from her long experience, knew that the Learned Judge was a good man interested in achieving successful reform, not inflicting unnecessary cruelty. 

However, Miss Wright had no intention of communicating this to Kathy Ann. She knew only too well how beneficial it was for Kathy Ann to be thoroughly frightened of the possibility of being returned to the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls and the tender mercies of the high pressure cold water hose, the Strapping Chamber, the Greystone “classroom,” the extensive assortment of restraints, gags, and hoods and. . . much else! 

At long last, Kathy Ann was permitted to leave, her snug skirt now humiliatingly wrinkled. The girl tearfully promised to “never, never, ever” do such a naughty thing again—a promise, dear reader, I am pleased to report she kept!

Chapter 5: Paying the Price 

As we remember from a prior chapter in this novella, lovely Lorna Jane had read in Teen Topics about the merits of girls “withholding favors” from their boyfriends to make sure the lads “didn’t take them for granted.” Lorna Jane had done just that with her handsome and gentlemanly boyfriend Rod Long on their date last week and had felt very guilty about her behavior afterward. So guilty, in fact, she gave herself a spanking! The succulent teener was determined that she would make it up to Rod this Saturday night. 

After a highly enjoyable movie show at the Starlite Cinema, the young couple drove off to Lover’s Leap for an intimate session. After some fifteen minutes of tongue kissing and fondling, Lorna Jane’s tight sweater was unbuttoned and her bra was pulled down—exposing her lusciously rounded breasts—while her skirt was up around her waist and her panties down. 

As for Rod, the fly of his slacks had been unzipped and his sleek thing was standing at attention! In addition to being handsome and gentlemanly, young Rod was also a considerate and careful lad who always wore a prophylactic during his intimate sessions with Lorna Jane to ensure his beloved would not get into any unwanted trouble. Indeed, it was part of the young couple’s ritual that Lorna Jane—her soft fingers trembling—would put the “rubber” on her darling Rod, something that excited the lad beyond belief! Tonight, however, Rod was going to experience an even more unbelievable thrill. 

Marshalling her girlish courage, lovely Lorna Jane bent forward and bestowed a tender and lingering kiss on Rod’s sleekly pulsating thing. The boy gasped audibly and, for a moment, thought he was going to have a humiliating accident. Somehow, he drew on every last ounce of self control and experienced ecstatic thrill after ecstatic thrill as Lorna Jane continued kissing the ultra-sensitive shaft and crown. Then the girl looked up, her eyes full of love, and said, “Please, Rod, I’m ready.” Young Rod, needless to say, was more than ready but—because he was such a gentlemanly and decent young lad—continued to exercise self control to ensure that his darling Lorna Jane also experienced ecstatic consummation!

Meanwhile, Kathy Ann and her boyfriend Lance Thicker—who was Rod’s equal in good looks, fine character, and athletic prowess—were parked at Lost Lagoon, another trysting spot popular with “the young set.” Kathy Ann’s bottom still tingled from Miss Wright’s spanking and, in consequence, the lovely girl was rather squirmy—something that very considerably excited young Lance! Later, as Lance was tenderly holding her in his strong arms, Kathy Ann thought how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like him, and how lucky she was that she would be returning to her comfy bed in her attractively appointed Maydith College dormitory room and not a hard, narrow, pillowless cot at the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls! 

When Lorna Jane returned home (a good ten minutes before her curfew!) she was greeted by Mrs. Goddard, who always stayed up on date nights. After a brief but pleasant conversation with her strict guardian, Lorna Jane retreated to her room where she undressed to her black elastic garter belt, sheer, charcoal-hued nylon stockings, and glossy back patent spike heeled pumps. 

She then performed her ablutions and, slipping out of her pumps, got under the covers and switched off the light. Lorna Jane felt deliciously naughty lying in bed wearing only her garter belt and stockings. She fondled herself, reliving the exquisite details of her date with Rod. Soon her soft, naughty fingers found the naughty place and within a minute the girl brought herself to a thrilling, seemingly endless climax. A deep, dreamless sleep ensued!

Date Night Delights 

On Sunday Morning, following that very special date, Lorna Jane was returning home from church with Mr. and Mrs. Goddard. As the highly polished, dark blue Buick pulled into the impressive, curved drive, Evelyn Goddard turned to Lorna Jane and ominously announced, “I want to see you in my private sitting room, young, lady, as soon as you have your hat and gloves off.” 

Less than five minutes later, Lorna Jane found herself uneasily sitting beside Mrs. Goddard on a chintz covered Chippendale sofa in the latter’s elegantly appointed private sitting room. Lorna Jane looked appealing but ladylike in a form fitting powder blue suit, sheer tan nylons and glossy white patent spike heeled pumps.
Evelyn Goddard gave Lorna Jane a cool, no-nonsense look and said, 

“Well, young lady, I hope your date with dear Rod last night was more satisfactory than the preceding week.” 

Lorna Jane, taken totally aback by this question, gulped audibly and awkwardly responded, “Ohhh. . . y-yes, Mrs. Goddard. Y-yes, it. . . w- was.” 

“That’s nice, dear,” Evelyn Goddard replied in a still decidedly cool tone of voice. “You see, dear, I happened to encounter Rod downtown last week and he had—gentlemanly lad that he is—expressed concern about the headache you ‘suddenly developed’ when you were out together on your date a week earlier.” The middle-aged woman clucked her teeth in disappointment. 

“Frankly, dear, I didn’t put two and two together until I was in your bedroom the other day and just happened to leaf through your copy of Teen Topics and saw that silly article recommending that girls withhold their favors from their boyfriends so the lads won’t ‘take them for granted’. That’s what you did with Rod, didn’t you, dear?” 

The tears welled in Lorna Jane’s eyes and her sweetly kissable lips trembled uncontrollably. Stammering haplessly, the curvaceous teenager squirmed prettily as she confessed that she had done just that. In addition, she explained, she had felt ever so guilty afterward and had even given herself a spanking! 

Unsure how Mrs. Goddard would react (she needn’t have worried!) the naive girl omitted telling Mrs. Goddard how she had “made it up” to Rod the previous evening. 

Mrs. Goddard gave Lorna Jane an even colder look. “I’m pleased to hear that you felt guilty, young lady. That’s how a prick teaser should feel.” 

Lorna Jane gasped, blushing scarlet on hearing the words Mrs. Goddard so coolly and purposively enunciated. 

“I have no doubt about your ability to give young Rod an enjoyable time when you want to, young lady,” Mrs. Goddard continued. “But I’m frankly skeptical about the effectiveness of your self-spanking talents. Stand up and walk ahead of me to your bedroom!” 

Once inside the girl’s bedroom, Lorna Jane was ordered to remove her skirt, girdle, reformatory panties, nylons, and spike-heeled pumps. The jacket of her form fitting, powder blue suit ended snugly at her shapely waist. 

“Now, young lady,” Evelyn Goddard commanded, “put on your black elastic garter belt, a nice, fresh pair of charcoal-hued nylons, and your black patent, spike-heeled pumps—just as if you were getting ready for a date!” Lorna Jane obeyed at once, crimson with embarrassment. 

“Now, young lady, I want you to show me how you perfume the bottom half of your body for a date.” Almost dying from humiliation, Lorna Jane picked up the bottle of Chanel No. 5 from her vanity table and, with a trembling hand, proceeded to apply the exotic scent to her navel, to the ripest summits of her bare buttocks, and to her nylon-sheathed knee hollows. 

“Now put your hat and gloves back on and look at yourself in the mirror,” the imperious woman commanded. Lorna Jane obeyed, cringing visibly as she viewed herself through tear-filled eyes.

“I think we should call you ‘Miss Saturday Night and Sunday Morning,’” the implacable matron observed with a cold chuckle. “Walk around in a circle, one hand on your hip, the other out in front of you with a totally limp wrist!” Mrs. Goddard counted twenty humiliating tours before the sobbing girl was ordered to stand in front of her again. 

“What did you spank yourself with, dear?” Mrs. Goddard enquired lightly. Lorna Jane’s lips moved, but no audible words emerged. She pointed at the oval shaped, pink plastic hairbrush sitting on her vanity. 

“Well, dear, you can spank yourself with it again. Fifty times. Now! I will judge each smack a pass or fail. The ‘fails’ will be multiplied by two and, of course, you will get those from me.” 

Alas, 35 of the 50 spanks Lorna Jane gave herself were judged “fails” by the eagle-eyed Evelyn Goddard. Then the tearful girl went over the older woman’s knee and found out how the pink plastic hairbrush could be made to feel in the hands of an expert. And as Lorna Jane sobbed, squealed, and kicked her shapely, perfumed legs, her bottom was turned from pink to crimson as, indeed, were the backs of her rounded thighs where they were bare above her tautly-suspendered stocking tops. 

When it was finally over (and there were times when Lorna Jane thought it never would be!), the girl was required to stand before Mrs. Goddard, hands at her sides, head bowed, tears dripping from her quivering chin, and Chanel No. 5 scented heat positively radiating from her prettily reddened bare buttocks! 

“It’s too bad young Rod wasn’t here for our little session, dear,” Evelyn Goddard casually observed. “Gentlemanly and good hearted lad that he is, I’m sure he would have felt sorry for you. But I also suspect that he would have found it—shall we say ‘interesting’—to see a big, shapely teaser getting her just desserts! I’d leave the two of you alone so you could show Rod just how sincerely repentant you are for your naughty behavior. I think we’d invite him to stay for luncheon. You could eat yours bare bottomed from the dining room fireplace mantle, just like that Discipline Digest cartoon I showed you!” 

A tearful Lorna Jane shuddered visibly. The cartoon had depicted a shapely, sobbing teener miss eating her supper from a fireplace mantle.

Above the waist she was wearing a tight, short-sleeved sweater. Below the waist, she sported a white garter belt, sheer nylons, spike-heeled pumps, and a very red bottom. Her panties had been pinned to the mantelpiece on humiliating public display while the hairbrush (a horrid reminder!) rested close to her supper plate. The girl’s strict guardians were obviously more interested in her behind than their meals. The cartoon bore the caption: “I told you I’d get to the bottom of things, young lady!” 

Lorna Jane could imagine only too well being in the same situation. Mr. and Mrs. Goddard and Rod would engage in polite luncheon conversation while she sniffled but their eyes (and thoughts!) would be fixated on succulent Roast Rump of Lorna Jane rather than the tasty chicken and asparagus repast before them!

Chapter 6: The Cookie Capers 

The ensuing week at Maydith College was relatively routine and Lorna Jane was in a relaxed mood as she prepared herself for her authorized Saturday night with Rod. The loving couple went to the Starbright Drive-in Movie where a new release by Lamont Van Renselier III—“Miss Behavior”—was showing. After the exciting film, Rod drove to Lover’s Leap where he and his beloved settled in for a lovely, lengthy session of shared intimacy.

After an extended session of kissing, licking, and sucking, Lorna Jane’s lovely, rounded breasts positively glistened in the moonlight from Rod’s saliva. As for Rod’s sturdy member, it stood diligently at attention. Lorna Jane leaned forward and began to kiss it tenderly. This evening, however, she went even further and began to lovingly lick the sleek shaft as if it were a lollipop treat. Rod gasped with unparalleled ecstasy and drew on every last ounce of his self-control.

Almost needless to say, the ardent couple’s coital embrace produced new levels of ecstasy that evening. Afterward, Rod remained inside Lorna Jane hugging her while the couple exchanged tender kisses and whispered words of love. Unlike many boys, who simply withdrew once it is over (leaving the poor girl feeling like a piece of meat!), the gentlemanly and kindly Rod never did this. On such occasions, Lorna Jane felt a wonderful warmth and sense of being totally loved! 

In addition, unlike many boys, Rod never talked with any of his chums about his experiences with Lorna Jane. He always spoke of her with love and respect. This was a sharp contrast with the juvenile delinquent-inclined Archie who enjoyed bragging about “the piece of tail” he had enjoyed the previous evening! It should be added that Rod’s closest friend, Lance Thicker, observed exactly the same code of conduct as young Rod and was a loving and responsible consort to his darling Kathy Ann Goodchild. 

After their ecstatic Lover’s Leap session, Lorna Jane and Rod made for the Soda Shoppe where the adorable girl had an ice cream treat to replace energy lost while polishing Rod’s tartan vinyl seat covers with her bare bottom! As for Rod, he enjoyed his favorite toasted BLT sandwich. The couple said hello to a few friends and exchanged light hearted gossip. 

Then Lorna Jane looked at her Lady Bulova watch. “Golly, Rod, dearest. I’d better get home!” 

“Right away, darling,” Rod responded, standing up to pay the bill and leave a generous tip for their waitress. A blushing Lorna Jane had told Rod some time ago about Mrs. Goddard’s strict but fair disciplinary practices. Naturally, Rod didn’t want to get Lorna Jane into trouble but, truth to tell, he was secretly excited by the idea of a lovely big girl like Lorna Jane in that most juvenile of all positions getting a sound bare bottom smacking!

An Indulgence Yields Discipline 

The next week at the all-girls Maydith College was a trying one for lovely Lorna Jane. A major test in Botany—her least favorite subject—was announced and Lorna Jane had only two days for intensive study. The girl loved flowers but the dry, formal approach taken to Botany by Miss Fieldcombe was invariably boring and often incomprehensible. 

And so it was on Thursday evening—the test was set for Friday morning—that Lorna Jane was madly studying her textbook. The poor girl was exhausted. The words on the page seemed like so much gibberish. She decided to go down to the kitchen for a “cookies and milk” break. As it happened, Evelyn Goddard and her husband Cyril were off at a social event so the beneficial restraining effect of adult presence was missing. 

We know only too well that Lorna Jane had already got into serious trouble with Mrs. Goddard once before for the crime of excessive cookie consumption. But her state of nervous apprehension over the impending test was so great that, before she realized what she was doing, she had polished off an entire package of Betty Crocker’s Special Fudge Chip Cookies! 

When Lorna Jane returned home from Maydith College late Friday afternoon, she soon found that her sin had been discovered by Evelyn Goddard and that strict retribution was planned! Immediately after supper, Lorna Jane was sent to her room. Evelyn Goddard arrived in Lorna Jane’s room about 45 minutes later. The woman looked quite stunning in a form fitting black dress, sheer charcoal-hued nylon stockings, black calfskin pumps, and her heirloom pearls. She was carrying several lengths of white clothesline rope, a roll of wide, white adhesive tape, and a measuring tape. 

“Remove your sweater and skirt, young lady,” Evelyn Goddard coldly commanded, “and hang them up carefully.” Task completed, a trembling Lorna Jane—tears welling in her frightened eyes—stood before Mrs. Goddard in her white nylon bra and panties, off-white elastic garter belt, sheer, tan-hued nylon stockings and white calfskin, spike-heeled pumps. 

Evelyn Goddard then proceeded to measure the girl’s bust, waist, and hips: 37-25-38 and one half inches. “You’ve gained half an inch around your hips,” the older woman coolly observed. “We’ll deal with that, you may be sure. Now, present your back to me, press your legs tightly together, and place your hands behind your back, wrists crossed.” 

A now-sobbing Lorna Jane obeyed at once. Evelyn Goddard began to bind the girl’s wrists. “Mr. Goddard and I are going out this evening. I intend to ensure that you stay out of the cookie jar!” 

Lorna Jane looked back over her shoulder—tearfully, pleadingly. “P- please, Mrs. G-Goddard. . . Please not t-too t-tight. . .” 

“No, dear, not too tight,” Evelyn Goddard replied with a short, cold laugh. “Just tight enough to ensure that you don’t get loose and scamper around gobbling cookies!” 

Evelyn Goddard then tightly bound Lorna Jane’s full but shapely nyloned legs above the girl’s delectably rounded knees. Her victim whimpered haplessly. The next length of rope secured the girl’s shapely ankles. 

The older woman now cut off a six inch length of the wide, white adhesive tape and walked around in front of Lorna Jane. “Pucker up, dear,” she ordered, “as if you were going to kiss that nice boyfriend of yours!” Moments later, the terrified teener was efficiently gagged.

“Now, young lady, you’re going to lie down on your bed. You’ll have to hop over to it. Don’t worry, I’ll hold the back of your bra so you won’t fall. Jump!” This last command was punctuated by a smart smack to Lorna Jane’s lower right buttock—an area bared by the skimpily cut panties. The slap elicited a poignant “Mmmmmpphhhhgggggg” from poor Lorna Jane as she hopped desperately, teetering precariously when her spike heels once gain made contact with the floor. 

By the time Lorna Jane arrived at the bed, her face was scarlet and beads of perspiration covered her forehead. Evelyn Goddard gave the girl a push, causing her to flop face down on the bed like a fish at the market. Then, in a final nuance of strict restraint, the older woman attached a length of rope from Lorna Jane’s ankles and, pulling it taut, secured it to the girl’s wrists. Her hapless, tearful charge was now effectively hog tied. 

“We’ll have a little chat on my return, dear.” The woman turned on her heel and strode imperiously from the room!

Cookie Caper Conclusion 

Some three hours later, when she returned home from her social engagement, Mrs. Goddard proceeded to Lorna Jane’s bedroom and, not surprisingly, found the girl exactly where she had left her lying face down, bound and gagged, on her bed. Evelyn Goddard did note, however, that Lorna Jane’s pretty panties had ridden up considerably during the intervening hours, exposing more than half of the girl’s ripely rounded bottom flesh. 

This observation caused Mrs. Goddard to smile to herself and silently pose the question: “Why is it that tied-up girls always struggle so much when there isn’t the slightest hope of getting free?” All such futile efforts resulted in was uncomfortably ridden-up panties and sometimes even runs in sheer nylon stockings! 

Evelyn Goddard walked over to the girl and hooked her index finger into one of Lorna Jane’s tautly stretched elastic garter belt straps. With a slight smile, the older woman pulled the strap as far as it would go and then let it snap against Lorna’s Jane’s pale-fleshed, exquisitely rounded upper thigh, eliciting the most delightful gag-stifled squeal of distress. 

“Wakey, wakey, dear,” Evelyn Goddard ordered with a light laugh. The woman then proceeded to undo the rope attaching Lorna Jane’s wrists to her ankles and helped the still otherwise bound and gagged girl to sit on the edge of the bed. Mrs. Goddard now pulled up Lorna Jane’s vanity stool and seated herself in front of the tearful and truly repentant girl. “Now, young lady,” Evelyn Goddard announced in a purposeful tone, “you and I are going to have a little conversation!” 

Since Lorna Jane was gagged, her responses were limited to poignant “mmmppghhhs” and very sincere nodding or shaking of her pretty head, depending on the questions Mrs. Goddard put to her hapless charge. 

At the end of the session, poor Lorna Jane was under no illusions about just how displeased Mrs. Goddard was about her second offence of cookie gobbling and that the woman was determined to eradicate such misbehavior once and for all. A strict punishment session was accordingly scheduled for Sunday, immediately after church. 

Finally, Lorna Jane was untied, her gag removed, and she was allowed to go to bed for what would prove to be a fitful and distressed slumber! 

Lorna Jane was allowed to go out on her Saturday evening date with her boyfriend Rod Long but, knowing what was in store for her the very next day, the girl was both apprehensive and despondent. A kindly and gentlemanly lad, young Rod could at once tell that his beloved was not herself and tried to find out what the problem was so he could help. 

Lorna Jane was so ashamed of her behavior she could not bring herself to tell Rod the truth and instead fibbed that she was worried about looming college essays and tests. Later in the evening, as Rod was tenderly fondling her girlishly plump bare bottom, poor Lorna Jane could not help but reflect on the very different sensations that delicious part of her anatomy would experience in just a few hours! Oh, why oh why had she gobbled those cookies? 

Red-Bottomed Retribution 

On Sunday morning, Lorna Jane dressed carefully for church, looking quite lovely in a form fitting light pink suit, sheer tan nylons, glossy white patent leather spike-heeled pumps, little white gloves and a matching white pill-box hat. The girl’s pretty face, however, was pale and strained. 

That morning in church, Lorna Jane’s prayers were especially sincere as, like all naughty girls facing strict punishment, she repented deeply and fervently hoped for mercy. 

However, Evelyn Goddard wisely understood that where a repeated offence is involved, mercy is misplaced. Accordingly, once the threesome had arrived back home, Mrs. Goddard marched Lorna Jane down to the large, finished basement of her imposing home. A trembling Lorna Jane was escorted past the recreation room, past the modern laundry, past the maid’s quarters until she arrived at a solid, but completely unadorned wooden door. 

Mrs. Goddard unlocked this with a key from her jacket pocket, ushering Lorna Jane inside as she switched on a powerful overhead light. The room had concrete block walls, a cement floor and exposed rafters. The furnishings were minimal—a wooden chest of drawers, a sturdy wooden chair with a straight back but no arms, and a small wooden stool. 

“Strip, young lady! Every stitch! And place your clothes neatly on that chair,” Evelyn Goddard commanded in a cold tone of voice. Tears trickling down her cheeks, Lorna Jane obeyed at once. Mrs. Goddard then ordered the naked girl to hold her hands out in front of her. Lorna Jane’s wrists were promptly bound with a length of clothesline rope procured from the chest of drawers. Standing on the stool, Mrs. Goddard threaded the free end through a sturdy metal ring bolt in an overhead rafter and pulled until poor Lorna Jane was on her tippy toes. After expertly knotting the rope, Mrs. Goddard stepped down from the stool and then secured Lorna Jane’s shapely ankles with a black leather buckling strap. 

Then the woman returned to the chest of drawers and procured a welloiled, brown leather punishment strap. She showed it to a thoroughly frightened Lorna Jane. “This is the official punishment strap of our local school board. It has been authorized for use on the hands and bare buttocks of naughty girls aged sixteen and over. Let’s see how a big nineteen- year-old likes the way it feels, shall we?” 

Very slowly, and with scientific precision, Evelyn Goddard began to strap Lorna Jane’s bare buttocks and the backs of the girl’s luscious thighs. After ten strokes, Lorna Jane was sobbing and shrieking desperately and, when she was not occupied doing that, she was hysterically babbling out pleas for forgiveness and mercy accompanied by fervent promises about her future behavior. 

The woman did not cease until Lorna Jane’s buttocks and thighs had received three dozen searing strokes and the girl had been reduced to screaming hysterics. 

Lorna Jane’s strapping doubtless seems like a very strict punishment but, in fact, it was not as strict as the official judicial strapping she had received at the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls. At the Reformatory, as we will recall, Lorna Jane had been secured to a Punishment Tripod that spread her shapely legs, allowing her remorseless executioner to ensure that the girl felt the corrective kiss of officially sanctioned leather on the inner curves of her succulent, crimsoned buttocks, a sensation which produced the most hair-raising screams. 

As a final nuance in discipline, Evelyn Goddard went to the chest of drawers and procured a Betty Crocker Double Fudge cookie and ordered a sobbing Lorna Jane to hold it between her teeth. “If it falls or breaks, young lady, you will not enjoy the consequences,” she coldly advised. “I will return after luncheon,” the strict matron announced, leaving Lorna Jane strung up by her wrists. 

Rubber Panty Reckoning 

After a pleasant lunch with her husband—prepared and served by the Goddard’s maid, Jessie—Mrs. Goddard returned to the basement room. Fortunately for a still-tearful Lorna Jane, the Betty Crocker double fudge cookie she was holding between her perfect teeth had not broken or fallen to the floor. Naturally, the aroma of the delicious cookie had constantly assailed her nostrils just as its delectable flavor permeated her sweet mouth. 

As Evelyn Goddard intended, this afforded the unhappy girl an extended opportunity to compare these sensations with the painful throbbing and burning of her well-strapped bare buttocks and thigh backs. The older woman removed the cookie from Lorna Jane’s mouth and deposited it in a small paper bag she had brought with her. 

“Stop that whimpering,” she coldly commanded her hapless charge. “All that has happened to you is an abundantly well deserved strapping. Why, in the olden days, naughty maidens who stole food from the kitchen of their mistress found themselves trembling before Learned Judge Jeffreys and sentenced to the Supreme Penalty at Tyburn Prison!” An icy shiver convulsed Lorna Jane’s shapely spine, culminating in a delicious spasm of her girlishly plump, prettily reddened bare buttocks. 

Evelyn Goddard then proceeded to free Lorna Jane’s wrists and unbuckle the strap securing the girl’s ankles. Lorna Jane was then permitted to put on her glossy white patent leather spike heeled pumps (but nothing else!) and was then marched up to her bedroom. 

“You will remain in your room for the rest of the afternoon,” Mrs. Goddard decreed. “I will be back to see you before dinnertime.” Lorna Jane lay face down on her bed and enjoyed a good, long cry, the tears of sincere repentance moistening her pillow. 

As promised, Mrs. Goddard returned around 5:30 and Lorna Jane— still naked except for her glossy white spike-heeled pumps—was marched down the corridor leading to the older woman’s luxuriously appointed private bathroom. Here, Lorna Jane was required to stand on a bathroom scale while Evelyn Goddard, jotting down the numbers, measured the girl’s bust, waist and hips. The scene was reminiscent of a cartoon illustration of a tearful teener miss being measured and inspected by a sternlooking Reformatory Matron. The picture accompanied an informative article by Mr. Billy Hackmore in The Reformatory Review—an article Mrs. Goddard had required Lorna Jane to read some weeks earlier!

Weighing and measuring complete, Evelyn Goddard then procured and handed to Lorna Jane six pairs of red rubber panties! 

“Your hips measure 38 and one half inches, young lady. I want that surplus half inch gone in two weeks’ time! Therefore, for the next two weeks you will wear these rubber panties, day and night! Naturally, you will not wear them on weekends in light of the requirements of your Reformatory Panty Parole. In addition, you will not eat dessert for the next two weeks or snack on sweets when you are at Maydith College. I will personally weigh and measure you every evening to monitor progress.” Lorna Jane was then ordered to return to her room to perform her ablutions and dress for dinner. 

On Monday morning, a freshly showered and prettily made up Lorna Jane—wearing only her off-white elastic garter belt, sheer tan nylon stockings, and glossy black patent spike-heeled pumps—looked apprehensively at the pair of bright red rubber panties lying next to the white bra and form fitting skirt and sweater set she would wear to classes that day. 

There was nothing for it. Awkwardly, she stepped into the panties and pulled them up. The girl stifled a gasp of distress. The rubber garment was full cut but disconcertingly tight! Unhappily, Lorna Jane finished dressing and went down to breakfast. 

Within half an hour the hapless girl could feel the perspiration bathing her hips. Worst of all, she could feel the tickling moisture accumulating in the deep divide that bisected her succulently rounded bottom cheeks. The girl blushed hotly when she sat down on the hard wooden seat of her Maydith College student desk, certain that she had made a squishing sound! 

Date Night Delights 

As Lorna Jane Prepared for her Saturday night date with Rod Long, she was grateful—for the very first time—for the requirement that she wear reformatory panties on weekends as a part of her parole regime. She knew she would simply die of humiliation if Rod were ever to see her in those horrid rubber panties! 

By now, of course, Lorna Jane’s buttocks and the backs of her thighs had been restored to their peerless, pale perfection! After a thoroughly enjoyable movie show treat, the ardent young couple drove to Lover’s Leap. After an exciting “warm-up” necking and petting session, Lorna Jane assumed a position she had used once or twice before with Rod. 

It entailed her sitting on his lap with her back to him—skirt up and panties down of course—while his sturdy, rubber-sheathed thing entered her. In this position, Lorna Jane squirmed and wiggled her bottom as if she were sitting at her Maydith College student desk listening to a particularly boring lecture. The sensations her gyrations with Rod produced were, however, hardly boring—either for him or her! 

After ecstatic mutual consummation, a dismounted Lorna Jane remained sitting bare bottomed on Rod’s lap, except now she was facing him with her arms around his neck while they exchanged tender kisses and whispered words of love and devotion. 

When Evelyn Goddard measured Lorna Jane the following Tuesday evening, she found that the girl’s hips had been restored to 38-inch perfection. Mrs. Goddard kindly suspended the balance of the rubber panty penance and gave Lorna Jane a big hug and a motherly kiss for her good efforts! As for Lorna Jane, she just had to admit that—despite the painful strapping and horrid rubber panties—Mrs. Goddard had her best interests at heart. Lorna Jane also knew that she would never, never, ever gobble cookies again!

Chapter 7: Date Night Discipline 

It had been a trying week at Maydith College and lovely Lorna Jane Welworthy was looking forward to her authorized Saturday evening date with her beloved boyfriend, Rod Long. 

On this particular Saturday, however, the arrangements were a little different than usual. Rod’s father was out of town at a legal conference and it was the maid’s evening off at the Long residence. Rod’s mother, Helen—a highly attractive and athletic ash blonde—had invited Lorna Jane to join her and Rod for an informal supper that she would prepare herself. 

On her way to Rod’s place, Lorna Jane made what she thought would be a brief detour to the home of Penny Thompson, a fellow student at the all-girls Maydith College, from whom she had borrowed some study material. Penny was a bright, outgoing and very attractive nineteen-year-old and she and Lorna Jane got on very well. Before either girl realized it, they had spent nearly 40 minutes conversing in an animated fashion. 

“Oh, golly, Penny,” Lorna Jane blurted out, “I was supposed to be at Rod’s place over half an hour ago!” 

Lorna Jane gave Penny a fond farewell and rushed to the Buick autocar, spike heels clicking. The girl, however, wouldn’t have dreamt of speeding and, as a result, she was nearly an hour late getting to Rod’s place. 

When Lorna Jane finally arrived at the Longs’ imposing home, she was greeted at the front door by a stylishly turned-out Helen Long who gave the girl a cool look and said, “My goodness, Lorna Jane. I do hope you didn’t have car trouble.” 

Lorna Jane felt terribly guilty and apologized profusely to Mrs. Long, admitting that she had lost track of time over at Penny’s place. Then Rod came bounding down the curved oak staircase and warmly welcomed his beloved—although not as warmly as he would have had his mother not been present! 

Soon the threesome was seated conversing in the elegantly appointed living room. Lorna Jane and Rod sipped cokes while Mrs. Long enjoyed a glass of dry white wine. “I’ll just go and get the canapés,” Mr. Long now announced. “Rod, be a dear and come along and give me a hand.” 

Lorna Jane sat alone in the living room in a state of guilty anguish. Although Mrs. Long had impeccable manners, the girl could tell that the woman was (justly!) annoyed and, moreover, that her beloved Rod was embarrassed by the situation. 

Then, while her hosts were in the kitchen, Lorna Jane stood up and rolled her form fitting skirt up tightly around her waist, holding it at each side with a thumb and forefinger while her little fingers were extended like a lady at a tea party. The girl’s tautly suspendered, charcoal-hued nylon stockings, black elastic garter belt, and skimpy reformatory-issue panties were on full and appealing display! 

When Lorna Jane heard Mrs. Long and Rod approaching, she looked back over her shoulder, her lovely eyes communicating a delicious combination of guilt and remorse. 

Rod stifled a gasp, almost dropping the tray of canapés. As for his mother, the sophisticated and experienced woman looked at Lorna Jane appraisingly, her lips forming a slight smile, her right eyebrow arched. 

“Ohhh, Mrs. Long,” Lorna Jane spoke in a quavering voice. “I’ve been such a naughty and inconsiderate girl. I deserve to be marched up to your bedroom this instant and given a good, b-bare b-bottom spanking!” 

“A very sound observation, dear,” Mrs. Long replied. “Come along, Rod. I want you to witness this!” 

Lorna Jane started off toward the staircase, using a walk she and her dearest girlfriend Kathy Ann Goodchild and practiced together. It was a mode of locomotion designed to drive boys insane. High spike-heeled pumps were, of course, a prerequisite. Lorna Jane held her luscious legs closely together and took very small steps, one foot directly in front of the other. While she was doing this, she rotated her girlishly plump, exquisitely shapely behind.

Rod was positively bug-eyed, his gaze glued on Lorna Jane’s skimpily pantied bottom and shapely stockinged legs. As for Mrs. Long, she was most amused by Lorna Jane’s display of girlish wiles. The attractive woman had been a stunning heartbreaker during her college days, pursued by many a boy—including the captain of the football team! 

At the top of the staircase (which Rod wished would never end!), Lorna Jane again looked back over her shoulder and humbly enquired, “P-Please, ma’am. . . Which—which way is your b-bedroom?” 

In a delightfully imperious fashion, Mrs. Long pointed a perfectly manicured index finger to indicate the direction. With a poignant little sniffle, Lorna Jane proceeded. 

Lorna Jane’s Succulent Sitter 

All too soon, the girl found herself in the large and handsomely appointed bedroom. While Mrs. Long seated herself regally on the edge of the large, satin-sheathed bed, Lorna Jane stood before the older woman, head bowed and holding her skirt up. As for Rod, he sat in a nearby chair, red-faced and with an embarrassing lump at the front of his well-cut slacks. 

Mrs. Long hooked a finger into Lorna Jane’s reformatory-issue striped briefs. “These are your naughty girl panties, aren’t they, dear?” 

“Y-Yes, m-ma’am. . .” Lorna Jane quavered, a tear dripping off her quivering chin. 

“Very appropriate,” Helen Long observed coolly, “but I think we’ll have them down to those pretty nyloned knees of yours.” A moment later, Mrs. Long was all business. “Get over my knee, young lady,” she now commanded, a definitely no-nonsense note in her cultured voice. With a hapless whimper, Lorna Jane obeyed. 

The older woman had contemplated using her hairbrush on Lorna Jane’s succulent sitter but then (wisely!) decided that a hand spanking would be more juvenile and therefore more exquisitely humiliating for the naughty girl. 

Rod had never witnessed a spanking before except for the occasional image in a comic book or a scene from a film by a luminary director such as Lamont van Renselier III. (Indeed, if Director van Renselier had been filming the proceedings he would have doubtless titled them “Tardy, Tearful Teener’s Tempting Tail Tanned!”) 

For the next ten minutes, Helen Long slowly and systematically smacked Lorna Jane’s exquisite bottom and the backs of her ripely rounded thighs where they were bare above her stocking tops. As for Lorna Jane, she sobbed, squealed, squirmed and occasionally kicked up a spike-heeled pump which simply earned her a sharp slap on the shapely, offending calf! 

When it was finally over, Helen Long calmly observed, “Well, dear, I think we can safely say that there are two over-cooked things in this house—supper and your bottom!” 

Lorna Jane was given ten minutes alone in the bathroom to get her tears under control and repair the damage to her make-up and hair. Then Mrs. Long took her son and his delectably squirmy girlfriend off to dinner at Chez Antoine’s, a fashionable new restaurant in town. The patrician, Vassar-educated Helen Long was the perfect host throughout the delicious meal and Lorna Jane found herself totally enthralled. 

Mrs. Long then drove the two young people back to her home in her elegant Cadillac de Ville coupe. Because of the lateness of the hour, Lorna Jane had to get home but not before once again profusely thanking Mrs. Long for “everything” and sharing a chaste kiss with her darling Rod. Needless to say, the ardent young couple would have dearly loved a rather more passionate (and extended!) session, but that was not to be—at least not this evening! 

Mrs. Long bade Lorna Jane a fond farewell, saying, “I do hope to see you again soon, dear, and I hope you have warm memories of this evening.” Lorna Jane’s blush resembled the stoplight at the corner of State and Main Streets!

After Lorna Jane’s departure, Rod—for obvious reasons—wanted to retreat to his room as quickly as possible. His understanding mother gave him a knowing smile, a big hug, and a maternal kiss saying, “Don’t stay up too late, dear!” 

As for Lorna Jane, as she drove home, she reflected on the fact that Mrs. Goddard and Mrs. Long knew one another. She contemplated confessing the evening’s events to Mrs. Goddard, although she realized that she would most probably be sentenced to another spanking with the execution taking place after church on Sunday. A delicious shiver of apprehension coursed down Lorna Jane’s shapely spine as she thought about having to spend all Sunday afternoon and evening in a tight girdle, hose and spike heels—with a well-spanked bottom! She decided to keep her pretty mouth shut. 

After a good night hug and kiss from Mrs. Goddard, Lorna Jane retreated to her bedroom. As she lay in her bed on her tummy—wearing only her garter belt and nylon stockings—she fondled herself as she reflected on Mrs. Long’s delicious discipline. The girl had to bury her head in her pillow to stifle a shriek as an orgasm of unbelievable intensity convulsed her from head to toe! 

A Happy End For Lorna Jane’s Lovely End! 

Sunday morning dawned with cheery birdsong and lots of sunshine. After breakfast, Lorna Jane dressed carefully to attend church with the Goddards. The girl looked quite lovely in a pretty checked dress, sheer tan nylons, glossy white patent spike-heeled pumps, little white gloves and a matching white pill box hat. 

Before the Goddards and Lorna Jane departed, the phone rang. It was Rod calling to say that he was cramming for an exam, would not be at church and hoped Lorna Jane might drop off some study material he had earlier lent to her. In an avuncular mood, Mrs. Goddard agreed that Lorna Jane could be dropped off at Rod’s place after church provided he drove her back home within two hour’s time. 

When Lorna Jane arrived at Rod’s home later that morning, she discovered that Rod’s mother was off at an after church luncheon and Mr. Long was, of course, still away on business. Rod welcomed his beloved warmly and soon the couple was seated at a table in the sparkling modern kitchen romantically sharing a 7-Up with two straws. 

One thing led to another, and Lorna Jane soon found herself standing, skirt up, panties down and arms around Rod’s neck while the lad fondly fondled the satin-smooth, girlishly plump bottom that had been dealt with so effectively by his mother the previous evening. 

A squirming Lorna Jane found Rod’s adoring caresses much more pleasant than Mrs. Long’s crisp smacks, needless to say! 

Decorum forbids going into too much further detail but, suffice it to say, Lorna Jane soon found herself bending over the back of a kitchen chair. Not for a spanking, happily, but for something much more pleasurable which young Rod was eminently well-equipped to provide!

Chapter 8: Girls Should be Seen, Not Heard 

The Maydith College for girls has many proud traditions and one of them is the Spring Term “Reading Week.” During this period, the young ladies are given a respite from lectures but are expected to read intensively in all areas of study. 

As we know from earlier episodes, lovely Lorna Jane Welworthy was staying with Mr. and Mrs. Goddard during her parents’ lengthy visit to Merrie England. As an educated and cultured woman, Evelyn Goddard ensured that the accommodations occupied by Lorna Jane included excellent facilities for studying and reading. Accordingly, it was determined that for much of Reading Week, Lorna Jane would remain at home doing just that, under Mrs. Goddard’s close and helpful supervision. 

On Tuesday afternoon, Evelyn Goddard arranged an afternoon tea at her imposing home for two prominent members of the community—Mrs. Henrietta Throckmorton and Mrs. Sylvia Fortingale. Of the two, Mrs. Throckmorton was the more senior. A woman in her late fifties, she was well known for her leadership of the Ladies Aid Society and chairmanship of many worthy charitable events, such as the Annual Bake Sale. 

Tea was served by Mrs. Goddard’s maid, Jessie, and Lorna Jane had been invited to attend. Lorna Jane looked every inch a delectable junior college girl in her form fitting skirt and sweater set, sheer nylon stockings and spike-heeled pumps. As the tea progressed, Lorna Jane was on her very best behavior and spoke only when spoken to—a wise policy in the presence of Evelyn Goddard! Unhappily for lovely Lorna Jane, the conversation took a turn that caused the girl to momentarily forget this policy . 

The discussion had turned to civic affairs and Mrs. Throckmorton sagely proclaimed, “I think Mayor Holcroft is absolutely on the right track with his support of that proposed new, ultra-modern shopping center at the corner of Main and Cedarview. It will be so convenient and parking will be a breeze!” 

“Golly, Mrs. Throckmorton,” Lorna Jane unwisely observed, “our Civics Instructress, Miss Knowell, says that these big shopping centers detract from all the little stores in town. She said it isn’t good for the civic system!” 

“Does she, now?” Mrs. Throckmorton replied in a cold tone of voice, her right eyebrow arched menacingly. 

“I don’t think we’re interested in the views of a junior college instructress, young lady,” Mrs. Goddard announced in a no-nonsense tone of voice, glaring at Lorna Jane with obvious displeasure. “And speaking of college matters, young lady, I think you can go to your room now and get on with your studies! I’ll come by to see you later,” she added meaningfully . 

Blushing like a beet, Lorna Jane got to her feet, her knees watery. Stammering out her goodbyes, the girl scurried from the room. 

“Land’s sake!” Mrs. Throckmorton exclaimed, shaking her head. “These young girls! I don’t know which is sillier—what’s in their heads or what comes out of their mouths!” 

“I do apologize for Lorna Jane’s highly inappropriate comment, my dear Henrietta,” Evelyn Goddard smoothly interposed. “And you may be sure that, in due course, Lorna Jane will apologize to you herself! After she has been properly disciplined, of course.” 

The satisfied smiles worn by Mrs. Throckmorton and Mrs. Fortingale made it abundantly clear that they understood all too well the implications of Mrs. Goddard’s words! 

Research on Discipline 

After the tea was cordially concluded, Evelyn Goddard left the clearing away to Jessie and proceeded to pay Lorna Jane a visit. In her usual imperious fashion, she walked directly into the girl’s bedroom. Lorna Jane, who had been sitting at her study desk, scrambled to her feet and stood facing Mrs. Goddard, hands at her side, head bowed in abject contrition. 

“Well, young lady, you certainly made an impression this afternoon,” Evelyn Goddard observed in a cold tone of voice. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” 

“Ohhh, Mrs. G-Goddard. . . I-I’m truly s-sorry. . . I’ll never do it again! I p-promise, ohh, truly I do! Ohhhh, I d-didn’t mean to offend Mrs. Th- Throckmorton. . . Honest, I d-didn’t! I’ll be a g-good girl. Ohhh, p-please forgive meeee!” Lorna Jane was trembling, her voice choked with tears. 

“But that is exactly what you did do, young lady. You offended Mrs. Throckmorton, a senior and respected clubwoman in this community. A respected lady who knows more about civic affairs than you and that Miss Knowell will ever know!” Evelyn Goddard’s voice positively vibrated with contempt for the instructress, before she turned the matter of Lorna Jane’s embarrassing actions. “You will be strictly disciplined for this misbehavior, said discipline to be carried out tomorrow at 5 P.M., after you have spent a full—and hopefully useful—day at your study desk.” 

Having spoken her piece, Mrs. Goddard turned on her heel and departed Lorna Jane’s bedroom, firmly closing the door behind her, leaving the quivering, sniffling teener miss to her doleful thoughts! 

Comfortably seated in her elegantly appointed private sitting room, Evelyn Goddard began to peruse the Spring 1962 issue of Discipline Digest which she had received just the day before. The lead story was entitled “The Benefits of Soap and Water” and was authored by Mr. Billy Hackmore, the internationally famous columnist and writer on domestic discipline matters. 

In this article, Mr. Hackmore reviewed various letters he had received from his enthusiastic readers. Many of these letters were quite ingenious, including the suggestion that a naughty girl who had spoken out of turn be required to stand in the corner for half an hour holding a bar of Ivory Snow soap between her teeth as a prelude to a good washing out of her mouth followed by a sound bare bottom smacking! 

Evelyn Goddard’s eyes now turned to a letter under the heading “From a Registered Nurse.” 

As a senior nurse with over twenty years’ experience, I often have supervisory duties with respect to student nurses. I am a firm believer in the benefits of strict discipline and have been enjoying your comments, and the comments of your avid readers, on the disciplinary applications of soap and water. 

There can be no doubt that, when a naughty girl speaks out of turn, washing her mouth out with soap and water is a most effective procedure. The combination of soap and water discipline with strict bare bottom spanking simply enhances the beneficial effects. 

However, I would respectfully like to suggest that soap and water discipline can also be most effectively applied at the “other end” of a naughty girl. I refer, of course, to a properly administered enema. From long experience I know that, especially for teener girls, this procedure is intensely humiliating and produces the most positive behavioral changes, especially when a sound bare bottom spanking has been administered beforehand. 

The girl should be made to lie face down on a long and narrow table. She must be bare from the waist down. It is of no consequence if she is permitted to retain her garter belt and stockings or perhaps bobbysox. 

The first step is to prepare the enema solution. I recommend filling a glass pitcher with 16 ounces of lukewarm water and then adding two level tablespoons of Ivory Snow soap flakes which, as I expect the vast majority of us know, are 99 and 44/100th percent pure. After the soap has been added, the water should be stirred until it has achieved a milky consistency. 

The second step is to put on a rubber glove and, using Vaseline Petroleum Jelly, administer—using your middle finger—a careful and lengthy lubrication of the naughty girl’s nether orifice. 

Next, the black, hard rubber nozzle (with its attached red rubber tube) is carefully inserted. It is important that the nozzle be inserted to its hilt. Then, you are ready to administer the enema. This can be done by slowly pouring the contents of the pitcher into a funnel attached to the red rubber tube. Alternatively, a bulb syringe can be filled and inserted into the open end of the tube so the solution can be pumped into its desired destination. 

Whichever method is used, it is most effective if the procedure is done slowly with frequent pauses during which behavioral and disciplinary issues can be discussed with the young lady who, I assure you, will be in a most compliant frame of mind. 

After administration of the enema, it should be retained for one half hour for maximum benefit. Naturally, the naughty girl will require some assistance in this and, to this end (no pun intended!), I recommend the use of a professionally designed rubber plug. I would be pleased to direct readers to appropriate suppliers, if desired. 

The letter was signed (most cordially) by Miss Emma Pumpnell, Registered Nurse. Mrs. Goddard’s cool, gray eyes positively glittered as she read this missive. Lorna Jane’s fate was sealed—she would receive her just deserts in the end! 

Carrying Out the Sentence 

The next day, at precisely 5 P.M., Evelyn Goddard entered Lorna Jane’s bedroom. The girl jumped up from her study desk—where she had been working most of the day—and stood facing Mrs. Goddard, hands at her side, head bowed in submission. The woman was holding an oval shaped, glossy black, hard-backed wooden hairbrush in her right hand. 

Lorna Jane was wearing a snug-fitting short sleeved sweater, a tight skirt, sheer nylons and glossy black patent spike-heeled pumps. Lorna Jane’s mother, Mrs. Welworthy, and Mrs. Goddard both firmly agreed that even when a girl is at home, she should always dress properly— meaning that “Sloppy Joe” sweaters, blue jeans, and flat shoes were strictly forbidden while sheer nylon stockings and spike-heeled pumps were definitely required! “Sloppy attire leads to sloppy behavior,” Mrs. Welworthy was fond of observing. 

“Remove your skirt, young lady,” Mrs. Goddard commanded in a cool tone of voice, “and hang it up neatly in your closet.” Lorna Jane obeyed at once, squirming out of the snug garment, revealing skimpy pink nylon panties, an off-white elastic garter belt, and the darker tops of her tautly suspendered sheer tan nylon stockings. 

“Remove your panties as well and place them in the laundry hamper in your bathroom,” Mrs. Goddard now ordered. “You won’t be needing them for the rest of the day,” she added ominously. Lorna Jane was then required to walk, spike heels clicking, down the lengthy corridor leading to the staircase to the third floor. Evelyn Goddard followed, her eyes glued to Lorna Jane’s swaying, jiggling bottom, her mind pleasantly preoccupied with what she intended to do to that superb rear end. 

Lorna Jane ascended the staircase, giving Mrs. Goddard a close-up, eye-level view of what was unquestionably one of the girl’s most appealing assets. Although Lorna Jane’s bottom was girlishly plump, Evelyn Goddard’s appraising eyes could tell that the smooth, pale flesh was firm and elastic—ideally suited to the tender mercies of hand, hairbrush or strap! 

On the third floor, Evelyn Goddard gripped Lorna Jane’s elbow and steered the girl down another lengthy corridor until they arrived at the second-to-last door. Mrs. Goddard opened this door and snapped on a powerful overhead light. The room was as sparsely appointed as any Execution Chamber! A sturdy, straight-backed and armless chair stood under the bulb. Over in a corner, there was a plain wooden table with an inkstand and pen set and several sheets of writing paper. 

Evelyn Goddard seated herself regally on the chair, lightly but meaningfully patting her left palm with the back of the hairbrush. Lorna Jane stood in front of her, tearful and trembling. Like all naughty girls finding themselves in this situation, Lorna Jane experienced a wide range of sensations including a very dry mouth, a rapid heartbeat, clammy palms, crawling gooseflesh on the surfaces on her succulent buttocks and thigh backs, and a distinctly watery feeling in her rounded, nyloned knees. 

“And now, Miss Smartmouth,” Mrs. Goddard’s tone was curt, “you’re going to find out what happens to girls who speak out of turn and insult honored visitors. Get over my knee!” With a poignant whimper, Lorna Jane obeyed.

The hairbrushing lasted a good fifteen minutes, for Mrs. Goddard frequently interrupted her smack-work to ask Lorna Jane pointed questions and listen to babbled, tear-choked responses. As always, Mrs. Goddard spanked Lorna Jane to her stocking tops, well understanding that a girl sits on the backs of her thighs as much as she sits upon her gluteal portions. Also, Lorna Jane’s ripely rounded thighs were exquisitely sensitive, something her darling boyfriend Rod Long had discovered to his ecstatic delight! 

When the hairbrush smacking was finally over, a sobbing, crimson bottomed Lorna Jane was escorted from the Spanking Chamber to another room that turned out to be a well-equipped bathroom. In the middle of the room stood a long, narrow metal table, its top covered with a crisp white sheet. Lorna Jane was summarily ordered to lie face down on the table which she did without delay. She gripped the top edge of the table, white knuckled with fear, while her flushed face moistened its linen covering. 

Followed Miss Pumpnell’s detailed directions, Evelyn Goddard proceeded to prepare the enema solution. Then, donning a rubber glove on her right hand and procuring a tube of Vaseline, she parted Lorna Jane’s girlishly plump, prettily spanked buttocks with her left thumb and forefinger and proceeded to administer a lengthy lubrication that had the sobbing girl squirming, gasping, and whimpering. 

Then it was time for the nozzle! Involuntarily, Lorna Jane tightened her reddened bottom cheeks in fear. Evelyn Goddard administered a crisp smack while enunciating a single word: “Relax!” Lorna Jane squealed as the woman’s firm palm made stinging contact and unclenched her muscles at once.

Mrs. Goddard prolonged the administration of the enema by frequently pausing to ask pointed questions which elicited tearful, gasped out responses from the hapless Lorna Jane. At last the glass pitcher was empty. “Now, dear,” Evelyn Goddard’s tone of voice was almost gentle, “I know you’ll need some help”. 

Quickly, Mrs. Goddard removed the nozzle and efficiently thrust home the well-lubricated, hard rubber retention plug. Lorna Jane emitted a keening squeal of distress. “Squeeze tightly against that, dear,” Evelyn Goddard counseled, gently patting Lorna Jane’s thoroughly spanked bare bottom. “I shall return in half an hour.” 

One can well imagine Lorna Jane’s state as she lay on the hard table, well-spanked, well-filled, and well-plugged while the soapy water gurgled and worked inside her. The sobbing girl tightened her grip on the table’s front edge and crossed her nyloned ankles tightly as delicious spasms rippled the surface of her well-reddened, girlishly plump bare buttocks. With fervent remorse, she earnestly wished she had never said those things at tea the day before. But it was much too late for that now. 

Evelyn Goddard returned in half an hour’s time. She helped Lorna Jane down from the table and, before positioning the girl on the waiting toilet, efficiently removed the retention plug. Her face scarlet with shame and wet with tears, Lorna Jane relieved herself under Mrs. Goddard’s close supervision. As for the post-relief clean-up, Mrs. Goddard handled this herself, treating Lorna Jane as if she were a small child instead of a grown-up girl in nylons and spike-heels. 

A few minutes later, Lorna Jane found herself back in the Spanking Room, still skirtless but now wearing a pair of skin-fitting red rubber panties. She sat at the plain wooden table, writing to Evelyn Goddard’s dictation. One letter was to Mrs. Throckmorton, detailing her punishment and offering abject apologies. The second missive was to Mr. Billy Hackmore, in care of Discipline Digest, again detailing her offence and punishment and thanking Mr. Hackmore most humbly and sincerely for publishing the letters that had been so helpful to her strict guardian in designing an appropriate correction. 

It is unlikely either Mrs. Throckmorton or Mr. Hackmore would doubt the authenticity of these letters, for both were splotched with Lorna Jane’s sweet tears! 

That evening, a still skirtless Lorna Jane ate her dinner standing up in front of the dining room mantle piece while Jessie served and Mr. and Mrs. Goddard enjoyed a relaxed meal and polite conversation. But there was another comeuppance to come, as junior instructress Amy Knowell would soon learn!

Chapter 9: Teacher Tamed and Tanned! 

In the last chapter, Mrs. Evelyn Goddard had had a distinguished ladies’ luncheon rudely interrupted by the unwelcome civics ideas of Lorna Jane Welworthy. To be truthful, it wasn’t the nineteen-year-old’s ideas that were in fact unwelcome, but those of her junior college civics instructress, Miss Amy Knowell, whom Lorna Jane was merely quoting. Nonetheless, the girl’s intemperate interruption was answered with a very sound spanking and a most cleansing enema! 

Lorna Jane was required to hand deliver her letter of abject apology to Henrietta Throckmorton, a friend of Mrs. Goddard whom she had offended. Next day, the good woman telephoned Mrs. Goddard to say how much she had appreciated the missive. “It would appear, Evelyn, dear, that you certainly got to the bottom of the matter,” Mrs. Throckmorton chuckled. 

“Yes, Henrietta, young Lorna Jane will be more careful in the future about how she uses that pretty mouth of hers. But it seems we still have some unfinished business,” the stately woman observed. Was it not true that Mrs. Throckmorton knew Imogene Standfast, the Chairman of the Maydith College Board of Governors? Indeed it was. 

“I suggest, Henrietta, dear,” Evelyn Goddard’s tone of voice was purposeful, “that you and I pay her a visit and let her know what that junior civics instructress is up to. I refer, of course, to Miss Amy Knowell.” 

“An inspired idea, Evelyn, dear. Inspired!” Mrs. Throckmorton could barely conceal her enthusiasm. Junior instructress Knowell’s fate was well on the way to being sealed!

Privilege and Authority 

The meeting took place on the idyllic Maydith College campus in the richly paneled and spacious office Mrs. Standfast used for college-related matters. The gray-haired 57-year-old woman welcomed her visitors warmly, ushering them to comfortable, chintz-upholstered chairs grouped around an impressive marble fireplace. 

Despite her impeccable grooming and manners, there was no mistaking the fact that Mrs. Standfast was a person very much at home with privilege and authority. Apart from her own important position, her husband—J. Harding Standfast—was President of the First State and National Bank. She listened with care as Mrs. Goddard and Mrs. Throckmorton carefully recounted what had transpired with Lorna Jane and Miss Amy Knowell’s role in the matter. 

“I am indebted to you, ladies,” Mrs. Standfast responded, “for so kindly taking the time to visit me and provide this full and most informative report. First, Mrs. Goddard, I must applaud the disciplinary action you took with young Lorna Jane. Unquestioning respect and courtesy are traits we seek to instill in our young ladies here and it is obvious that Miss Lorna Jane was sadly deficient on this occasion. Thanks to your sound actions, I doubt she will repeat the shortcoming.”

“I must also state that I am deeply distressed to learn that one of our junior instructresses has put such silly and inappropriate ideas into the minds of impressionable girls by departing from the prescribed text and offering up her wholly inappropriate opinions. I shall immediately strike a tribunal of certain senior Maydith College officials to consider the matter in detail and decide on appropriate measures in respect of Miss Knowell. You may be assured that I shall keep you fully informed.” 

A few days later, Mrs. Standfast’s secretary contacted Evelyn Goddard and Henrietta Throckmorton and invited them to attend an afternoon meeting in the office of the Chairman of the Maydith College Board of Governors. This time, Mrs. Standfast was joined by Miss Ellie McFarlane, Dean of Girls at Maydith College—an imposing woman committed to the highest pedagogical standards and strict discipline! 

Mrs. Standfast wasted no time explaining to Mrs. Goddard and Mrs. Throckmorton what had been decided in respect of Miss Knowell and invited the ladies to witness the proceedings—an invitation they were only too delighted to accept! 

Mrs. Standfast then seated herself behind her large and impressive desk and clicked her intercom: “Clara, arrange to have Miss Knowell brought in. At once, if you please.” Her voice positively vibrated with righteous authority. 

Two minutes later, a crisp knock sounded on Mrs. Standfast’s door. “Come!” the imperious woman responded in a commanding tone. 

A very frightened-looking Amy Knowell was ushered in, her arm firmly gripped by the powerfully built Miss Helen Hardy, Maydith’s Senior Physical Education Instructress. In her form fitting skirt and sweater set, sheer tan nylons and spike-heeled pumps in dark brown calfskin, the bespectacled and distressed Miss Knowell looked more like a hapless college girl than a 25-year-old junior faculty member. 

The girl ended up in front of Mrs. Standfast’s desk, flanked on either side by Ms. McFarlane and Miss Hardy. Mrs. Standfast’s steely gaze caused the girl to bow her head, her sweetly-formed lips trembling. 

“Junior Instructress Knowell,” Mrs. Standfast’s coldly authoritative voice brooked no debate, “I will come directly to the point. This tribunal has heard uncontestable evidence that in the Civics course you teach in this esteemed institution, you have deliberately deviated from the prescribed text, to wit: Principles of Civics by H. Henry Fairweather, PhD.” The young woman’s eyes went wide in recognition of the truth—she had been caught! But Mrs. Standfast was not finished. 

“We have evidence,” the stern chairman continued, “that you have presented to your class your own opinions, opinions that are viewed by my own good self and other senior officials of Maydith College as unsound, improper, and grounds for immediate dismissal without a reference. Accordingly, your prospects for future employment would be bleak. We are, however, this one time prepared to take account of your youth and inexperience and, instead of immediate dismissal, offer you the option of appropriate corporal punishment such as we employ with naughty students at this institution.” 

Amy Knowell felt as if she had been punched in her solar plexus. Her knees became very watery as the tears started to well in her pretty blue eyes. Her head was spinning. 

“Come along, girl,” Mrs. Standfast spoke with crisp impatience. “You are wasting the tribunal’s time! What action shall we undertake to remedy this error?” 

An almost-fainting Miss Knowell could see her academic career evaporating. Haplessly, she stammered, “P-Punishment, p-p-please, M-Madam C-Chairman. . . .” 

Juvenile Justice for Junior Instructress 

Miss McFarlane now turned to the trembling junior instructress and di- rected, “Remove your glasses and give them to me.” Amy Knowell obeyed at once. Helen Hardy now took charge. “Get your skirt and briefs off, young lady, and place them on that chair.” 

A red faced and tearful young woman stood quivering like someone paralysed. Fortunately, Miss Hardy knew just how to deal with the situation. Smackkk! Crackkk! Two hard slaps to Miss Knowell’s prettily distressed face rewarded the girl’s inaction. She broke into choking sobs but her fingers immediately began to scrabble at the side fastenings of her snug skirt. She squirmed out of the garment, revealing an off-white elastic garter belt tautly suspendering her sheer tan nylon hose and form-fitting white nylon panties decorated with an adorable pattern of little red rosebuds. 

“So this is what junior instructresses are wearing nowadays,” observed Mrs. Standfast in an amused tone of voice. Dying from shame and humiliation, Amy Knowell removed her panties and placed them on the chair. Then she stood, head bowed, arms haplessly at her sides, and shuddered as Helen Hardy obsequiously asked Mrs. Standfast for a ruler. 

“My pleasure,” a beaming Imogene Standfast responded, opening the top right hand drawer of her imposing desk and withdrawing the requested instrument. Lightly, she patted her left palm with the ruler, an action that demonstrated its springy pliancy. 

Miss Hardy accepted the ruler with thanks and then forcefully gripped the junior instructress by her left elbow and marched the girl to an armless, straight-backed chair strategically positioned to afford all the spectators an excellent view of what was to come. Miss Hardy seated herself officiously. “Get over my knee, young lady!” she ordered in a commanding tone. With a poignantly tearful whimper, Amy Knowell obeyed.

“And now, young lady,” Miss Hardly coldly observed, “you’re going to get something you should have got a long time ago!” For the next ten minutes, the athletic and powerfully-built Helen Hardy slowly and systematically administered the ruler until Amy Knowell’s girlishly plump buttocks became vibrant hue of scarlet. The miscreant’s heartrending sobs and cries attested graphically to her suffering and repentance. 

When it was finally over, Miss Hardy helped Miss Knowell to her feet and, producing a length of cord from her jacket pocket, promptly bound the sobbing girl’s wrists behind her back. Miss Hardy then produced a shorter length of common string and efficiently knotted the girl’s lovely, honey blonde tresses into a ponytail. The reason for this would soon become evident. 

Once again grasping Amy Knowell’s elbow, Miss Hardy marched the sobbing girl into Mrs. Standfast’s commodious private washroom. The other ladies followed. With remorseless efficiency, Helen Hardy took a plain white washcloth, folded it in half, and proceeded to roll it into a tight tube. This she soaked with water and then proceed to liberally lather with soap. 

Gripping Miss Knowell’s ponytail with her left hand and holding the wet, soapy, and tightly rolled cloth in her right, Miss Hardy gave a solemn command. “Make a nice oval with that pretty mouth of yours, miss. I’m sure a big girl like you knows how to do that.” 

Amy Knowell gasped. Her already red, tear-wet face taking on an even darker hue of scarlet shame. The attractive junior instructress had never dreamed of doing such a thing with a member of the opposite sex and, indeed, her boyfriend—a rather bookish and passive research librarian— would have never dreamed of asking! 

“Want your face slapped again, missy?” Helen Hardy hissed. Miss Knowell’s trembling lips immediately formed an oval. 

Miss Hardy now inserted the tube of cloth. The girl’s eyes widened in terror as she felt herself beginning to gag. Keeping a firm grip on the girl’s ponytail, Miss Hardy now began to work the cloth tube back and forth inside her mouth. The girl emitted poignant choking, mewling sounds as a mixture of soapy water and sweet tears dripped from her chin, soaking her snugly sweatered breasts.

“You don’t deviate from the prescribed text at Maydith College, missy,” Miss Hardy sternly lectured, pushing the tube in until it seemed Amy Knowell’s tear-filled, terrified eyes would pop! “You keep your opinions, such as they are, to yourself!” 

Evelyn Goddard observed the proceedings with great interest. She imagined how enjoyable it would be to take Miss Knowell under her direct supervision. She would convert one of the lower rooms in her large house into a classroom. She pictured “dear little Amy” standing before a blackboard on which was written a complex lesson in mathematics. Above the waist, the girl would be attired in a skin-fitting short sleeved sweater with a dunce cap perched atop her fair hair, hair which had been coiffed in a deliberately juvenile fashion. 

Below the waist, the girl would wear the regalia prescribed for a St. Trinian’s Sixth Form girl: a black elastic garter belt, sheer, charcoal-hued nylon stockings with seams, and glossy black patent leather spike-heeled pumps. Amy’s girlishly plump rear end would be embellished with six perfectly spaced, juicy red welts from the Official English Punishment Cane. Her arms would be held out from her body, palms up, balancing (to her tearful distress) two large and heavy learned textbooks! 

Naturally, the young woman’s arduous ordeal would be followed by a strict session of soap and water discipline. A flip of the coin would determine if this discipline would be administered to heads or tails! 

A Dean’s Disciplinary Duty 

Miss McFarlane, the dean of the girls at Maydith College, was well satisfied with the outcome of Amy Knowell’s strict discipline. Two days after that memorable event, she had summoned the junior instructress to her office for a formal interview. Standing before the Dean’s desk—head respectfully bowed and arms at her sides—Miss Knowell blinked back her tears as she answered Miss McFarlane’s innumerable questions. Frequently stammering haplessly, the shapely and attractive junior instructress acknowledged that she had made a grave error, had deserved strict discipline, and would never, never, ever do such a thing again. 

A strict but essentially kindly woman, Dean McFarlane was well pleased with both the content and the manner of Miss Knowell’s responses. The good woman was satisfied that the girl had indeed learned her lesson and, as far as the lessons she taught to the Maydith girls in her class, they would henceforth be strictly “by the book”—Professor Fairweather’s learned textbook, to be specific! 

But there was one remaining piece of business, and that piece was the adorably curvaceous Lorna Jane Welworthy! Accordingly, on the very next day, dear Lorna Jane found herself standing before Miss McFarlane’s desk. 

“Your guardian, Mrs. Goddard, has most kindly provided me with a full report of the disciplinary procedures she administered to you in connection with your discourteous rudeness to Mrs. Henrietta Throckmorton, one of our community’s most public-spirited citizens.” 

Lorna Jane blushed crimson, squirming in her snug skirt and spike-heeled pumps. 

“Naturally,” Miss McFarlane continued, “I endorse and applaud Mrs. Goddard’s wise measures in the domestic realm. However, there is still an institutional matter to be resolved. I refer, of course, to the unacceptable reflection on Maydith College caused by your thoughtless behavior.” 

Lorna Jane felt a stabbing pain of pure, unadulterated fear in her plump little bumhole. The ripely molded flesh of her shapely buttocks crawled with gooseflesh inside her tight nylon panties. 

“When Miss Knowell was lecturing you on Civics, young lady, did you know she was straying from the official text?” Lorna Jane haltingly admitted that she had known that fact. “And, tell me, young lady. Did you do anything about this?” 

Lorna Jane fell silent, tears trickling down her cheeks. The answer, Dean McFarlane concluded, was that this naughty young lady had done nothing. “Through that reprehensible inaction brought discredit on yourself but, far more importantly, upon this esteemed institution. Furthermore, you had the temerity to repeat Miss Knowell’s nonsensical views— views she has now recanted, I am happy to say—to a senior and respected member of our community, Mrs. Henrietta Throckmorton. Is that not true?” 

Lorna Jane’s voice was now choked with tears as she stuttered out an affirmative reply. “Let me advise you, young lady, that if ever again you hear one of your instructors—any of your instructors—doing such a thing again, you are to report the matter to me forthwith. Do you understand?” 

A nearly-fainting Lorna Jane managed to agree to the demand. “Good,” responded Miss McFarlane. “And now I am going to discipline you for the discredit your behavior has brought upon this institution.” 

The dean opened the top right hand drawer of her desk and withdrew a ruler. While Lorna Jane observed through tear-filled, terrified eyes, the older woman proceeded to demonstrate the wicked pliancy of the instrument of correction by patting it against her left palm. It was the same type of ruler that Helen Hardy had used so effectively on Amy Knowell and was supplied to Maydith College by Harold Wisdom & Sons, Purveyors of School and Office Supplies. 

“Remove your skirt and panties, young lady,” Miss McFarlane commanded, “and place them—neatly folded—on the edge of my desk.” Lorna Jane obeyed at once! 

Rising from her chair, Miss McFarlane walked over to a now-stripped Lorna Jane and firmly gripped the frightened girl by her left elbow. Through tear-blurred eyes, the girl imagined herself being marched to a straight backed, armless wooden chair at the opposite end of the large office. She whimpered poignantly as she imagined herself bending over its back. 

But Lorna Jane was wrong! In moments, she found herself in that most juvenile and humiliating of punishment positions—over Miss McFarlane’s capable lap—the older woman’s left arm holding her victim in place with steely, immutable pressure. “If you ever disgrace Maydith College again, young lady,” Miss McFarlane announced in a cold tone of voice, “I’ll strap you until you can’t sit down for a week!”

SMACKKK! The ruler made sonorous, stinging impact with the plumpest part of Lorna Jane’s succulent right buttock. The girl’s sweet mouth formed a bloodless “O” of dire distress! The pitiless cracks of the ruler echoed through the dean’s office. Slowly and systematically, Miss McFarlane administered an old-fashioned spanking, concentrating on Lorna Jane’s lower buttocks and upper thighs—where they were bare above her stocking tops. From long experience, Miss McFarlane knew that these areas of girlflesh were especially sensitive! 

By the tenth SMACKKK Lorna Jane was bawling like a baby and reflexively kicking her shapely, stockinged legs. It wasn’t over until Lorna Jane had received three ruler smacks for each year of her age. Thoughtfully, Miss McFarlane added three more “to grow on,” rounding the total up to an even sixty! 

An hour later, Lorna Jane was back at home. To her great good fortune, Mrs. Goddard was still out at a social function and the girl was able to avoid Jessie, the maid. 

Safe in her room, Lorna Jane removed her skirt and panties and looked remorsefully at her ruler-streaked curves in her vanity mirror. Then she saw it—a terrible run in her left stocking caused, of course, by her leg kicking during the lengthy and painful rulering! The girl burst into tears and flung herself face down on her bed to enjoy a good, long cry. 

Her burning and throbbing bottom was bad enough, but the shame and humiliation of laddered hose was just awful. Even worse, Lorna Jane had bought the Teen Queen “Tan Temptation” stockings just two days earlier. As her sweet tears of repentance soaked her pillow, Lorna Jane earnestly resolved to do anything to earn Miss McFarlane’s approval proving, once again, the great behavioral benefits of properly administered corporal punishment!

Chapter 10: Daughterly Comeuppances 

The second term was proceeding rapidly at the all-girls Maydith College. Lovely Lorna Jane Welworthy was working very hard on her studies in order to avoid the disapproval of Miss McFarlane, the Dean of Girls. Nor, for that matter, would she want to upset her strict temporary guardian, Mrs. Evelyn Goddard, who took a great interest in Lorna Jane’s academic performance.

In addition to her schoolwork, Lorna Jane had to live up to the strict dress code at Maydith College to ensure that she was always a properly attired and presented young lady. In this connection, one can well imagine Lorna Jane’s distress when she discovered on a Tuesday evening that her last pair of sheer, tan-hued nylon stockings had a run in them!

Miss McFarlane, needless to say, took a very disapproving view of young ladies who wore laddered hose. Lorna Jane had a nice new pair of charcoal-hued nylons set aside for her authorized Saturday evening date with her loving boyfriend, Rod Long. However, wearing such hosiery to Maydith College would unquestionably earn her an over-the-knee session in Miss McFarlane’s private office! 

Lorna Jane’s mother had provided Evelyn Goddard with funds for a generous weekly allowance for her darling daughter which was paid on Fridays. With a sinking heart, Lorna Jane knew it was useless to ask for an advance. Quite properly, Mrs. Goddard was determined to instill in Lorna Jane a proper understanding of the need for appropriate care and budgeting of one’s financial resources! 

The girl dreaded the prospect of having to wear bobbysox and penny loafers to class. That might be alright for a freshette, but she was a second year student—a sophomore! And so, dear Lorna Jane most unwisely decided that she would “borrow” (without permission!) a pair of Mrs. Goddard’s stockings. 

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for a woman as well educated and organized as Evelyn Goddard to discover the missing stockings and put two and two together. On her return from Maydith late Wednesday afternoon, Lorna Jane was summarily summoned to Mrs. Goddard’s bedroom. As it happened, Mr. Goddard was away on important government business. 

Confronted with her crime, Lorna Jane quite predictably began to cry, stammering out hapless apologies. The girl’s sweet tears flowed even more earnestly when Mrs. Goddard firmly commanded her to remove her skirt and panties and picked up an oval-shaped ebony wooden hairbrush! 

Marched to Meet her Fate 

All too soon, Lorna Jane found herself proceeding down the lengthy second floor hallway, Mrs. Goddard following. Above the waist, the unhappy girl wore a snug fitting short sleeved sweater over her bra. Below the waist, she was deliciously bare except for an off-white elastic garter belt, Mrs. Goddard’s sheer, tan-hued nylon hosiery, and a pair of glossy black pumps. 

The girl took reluctant but obedient little steps, her spike heels clicking. Lorna Jane’s mincing gait simply caused her shapely bottom to sway and jiggle even more than it normally would. The naive girl did not realize that such enticing mobility only encouraged Mrs. Goddard to punish those succulent, undulating posterior portions even more strictly! 

As she marched to her doom, Lorna Jane was reminded of another recent walk down the corridor which had ultimately culminated in a horrid punishment enema administered in the third floor bathroom. Suddenly, panic seized the girl. Despite her teeteringly high spike heels and watery legs, she began to run away! All too predictably, she found herself trapped at the end of the corridor. And, then, Mrs. Goddard was there. 

Tears flowing down her rosy cheeks, Lorna Jane stammered out hapless and humble apologies for her foolish cowardice. In response, Evelyn Goddard gave the girl two crisp slaps in the face, gripped her firmly by an earlobe and twisted her toward the third floor staircase. A few brisk hairbrush smacks to Lorna Jane’s lowermost buttock curves set the girl in squealing, sobbing forward motion. 

Inevitably, the duo arrived at the Execution Chamber. Mrs. Goddard seated herself on the sturdy, straight backed, armless wooden chair. Then, Lorna Jane went over the older woman’s knee for the sort of lengthy, strict, bare-bottom hairbrushing a stocking stealer deserves! Over and over again the glossy back of the ebony brush came down on the shiny pink cheeks of the squirming girl. Evelyn Goddard had no pity for a thief whose sore bottom was suffering the just consequences of breaking the law. Indeed, as she gripped the girl’s waist and pressed on even more firmly in the face of the girl’s plaintive cries and helpless wriggling, the woman felt a grim sense of satisfaction that she was doing Lorna Jane the service of insuring that she would not soon repeat her crime! 

When the spanking was finally over, Mrs. Goddard faced a sobbing Lorna Jane. The older woman now held a long wooden ruler. “It’s obvious, young lady,” she began in cool, measured tones, “from that little sprint you took in the hallway that you enjoy using those shapely, stockinged legs of yours for energetic activity. I’d like to see some more. Specifically, you are to strut in place, knees as high as your navel, while you hold a book on top of your head with both palms pressed down.” 

The woman held the ruler at the height of Lorna Jane’s curvy middle. “One smack on the backs of your legs for each time you fail to touch the wood. I’ll keep score. If you fail to touch the wood ten times or more, you’ll feel the enema nozzle after you’ve felt the ruler. Let’s start with single time. Now, MARCH!” 

Lorna Jane’s “strutting session” lasted a full fifteen minutes—the last five of which were at double time! By the time it was over, the red bottomed and tearful girl was covered with a shiny patina of perspiration and she was panting audibly. Alas, for lovely Lorna Jane at least, her rounded nyloned knees had failed to touch the ruler a total of 33 times by Mrs. Goddard’s eagle-eyed count. 

Accordingly, the girl was required to remove her garter belt and stockings and, after replacing her spike-heeled pumps, stand on the seat of the spanking chair, presenting the backs of her curvaceous, tightly pressed together legs to Mrs. Goddard. She was ordered to place both hands on top of her head, once again holding the heavy book in place! Her full but shapely gams trembled with strain. Mrs. Goddard proceeded to snugly secure the girl’s lovely ankles with a black leather buckling strap. 

Although Evelyn Goddard invariably spanked Lorna Jane to her stocking tops, the backs of the girl’s ripely rounded thighs had been spared on this occasion in light of what the stern matron planned to do with the six-teen-inch-long ruler. Starting at that exquisite area where thighs merge with buttocks, Mrs. Goddard administered the first brisk and noisy smack. Lorna Jane squealed in distress, swaying slightly. Slowly and systematically, the woman worked her way down to the lowermost portions of Lorna Jane’s curvaceous calves. Once arrived at that delectable destina- tion, the Mrs. Goddard proceeded to work her way upward again, until all 33 penalty smacks had been delivered. Lorna Jane’s squeals were particularly pronounced when the pliant ruler stingingly kissed her adorable knee hollows. 

Then, her ankles freed and relieved of her heavy book, a sobbing Lorna Jane was commanded to replace her garter belt, hose and heels and was promptly marched into the third floor bathroom with its waiting enema table! 

Fifty minutes later, a thoroughly corrected Lorna Jane—now wearing a pair of skin tight red rubber panties—was marched back to her bedroom. Once inside, Evelyn Goddard confronted the girl. “You know, young lady, I could prefer charges against you for stocking stealing in the first degree. I’m sure that Learned Judge Roderick Pimm-Lansing would take a dim view of a second offender. I’m also sure that the matrons at the Greystone Reformatory for Naughty Girls would give you a warm welcome back—in The Strapping Chamber!” 

An already tearful Lorna Jane began to blubber as if she were nine instead of a big nineteen in nylons and spike heels.

Mrs. Goddard now showed her kindly side. “However, dear, I am not going to do that because I think you have truly learned your lesson. I am also going to let you keep my stockings until the end of the week, at which time you will receive your allowance and can buy some of your own.” 

Lorna Jane gasped audibly, sinking to her rounded, nyloned knees and began to kiss Evelyn Goddard’s black calfskin pumps in groveling gratitude. The woman looked down on the girl with a kindly smile of approval. 

After five minutes, Mrs. Goddard helped Lorna Jane to her feet, gave the girl a warm hug and a kiss and said, “Now, dear, you lie down on your bed and enjoy a nice, long cry. I’ll have Jessie come to fetch you when it’s time for dinner. I’m afraid you won’t be allowed to wear a skirt, but don’t fret, dear. You look absolutely darling in those rubber panties, especially when they’re accompanied by purloined stockings and spike heels!” 

The door shut behind Mrs. Goddard and Lorna Jane’s sweet tears of repentance moistened her pillowcase. The girl reflected on how lucky she was not to be going back to the Reformatory and also reflected on the deep admiration and love she had developed for Mrs. Goddard! 

Comeuppance for Curvaceous Kathy Ann 

Miss McFarlane, the Dean of Girls at Maydith College, and her Executive Assistant, Miss Hilgegard Pendergast, were always trying to think up ways to boost the college coffers. They had decided that they would try a “trial run” of a Maydith College “tag day.” 

Two dozen girls would be selected to participate in this experiment. Each would be given a “tag day” kit and sent to various locations in town to sell these tags to passers-by. The results would then be evaluated and, if they were promising, a larger initiative would be launched. Lorna Jane was not selected for this exercise but her dear friend Kathy Ann Goodchild was. And so, on the very same week that poor Lorna Jane got into such trouble with Mrs. Goddard over the stolen stockings, sweet Kathy Ann found herself standing at the corner of Main Street and Henderson Avenue, earnestly trying to sell as many tags as she could. 

Then, out of the blue, she heard her name called out. She turned and saw Nancy Wilson, an old friend from high school days, who was now attending Birchcliffe College, some thirty miles away. Nancy was in town visiting her parents and, since it had been simply ages since the two girls had seen one another, they decided to go off for a Coke and a good gossip at Ye Olde Soda Shoppe. Alas, Kathy Ann lost all track of time and, by the time she returned to her appointed location at the corner of Main and Henderson, the crowds had dissipated and, accordingly, Kathy Ann’s tag selling performance was not very good. 

Good girl that she was, Kathy Ann felt very guilty about this and telephoned Miss Wright, her Reformatory Parole Officer, to discuss the matter. Kathy Ann proposed that she would find out, on average, how many tags the other girls had sold and make up the difference from her allowance. Miss Wright, a strict but kindly woman, thought this would be a perfectly reasonable solution and said she would accompany Kathy Ann to an appointment with Miss McFarlane to discuss the matter. 

Two days later, the dean listened patiently to Kathy Ann’s confession and proposal and Miss Wright’s views the matter, which were supportive of Kathy Ann. 

“Let me begin,” Dean McFarlane spoke in an even tone of voice, “by thanking you, Miss Wright, for your attending this meeting and your obvious commitment to the high standards of your profession. I am also pleased, Kathy Ann, that you had the moral fortitude to make a clean breast of the matter. However, the fact remains that you were derelict in your duty to Maydith College. I am prepared to accept your proposal to make up the difference—which has been calculated at four dollars and thirty cents—but it will also be necessary to punish you for your behavioral misdemeanor. Please stand up and remove your skirt and underpants and place them, neatly folded on the edge of my desk.” 

“Y-Yes, m-ma’am. . . .” Kathy Ann haplessly obeyed, blushing warmly. Miss Wright, recognizing Miss McFarlane’s authority in the matter, said nothing. Kathy Ann squirmed out of her snug skirt and brief, pink nylon panties. This left the girl wearing a form fitting short sleeved sweater over her bra and, below the waist, an off-white elastic garter belt, sheer tan nylon stockings, and glossy black patent spike-heeled pumps. 

Miss McFarlane opened the top right hand drawer of her desk and withdrew the same wickedly pliant ruler she had used only very recently on Lorna’s Jane’s girlishly plump, succulently shapely bare buttocks! Kathy Ann’s eyes, already filmed with tears, widened with fear. 

Kathy Ann was required to stand with her left hand extended, palm facing upward. After a brief lecture on the importance of never being derelict in matters of duty to the College, Miss McFarlane administered a brisk, noisy SMACKKK! to poor Kathy Ann’s tender palm. The girl squealed haplessly, tears trickling down her shame-reddened cheeks. Four equally crisp smacks followed before Kathy Ann was ordered to place her left hand at her side and extend her right hand for correction. The ruler smacks left poor Kathy Ann’s tender palms and fingers burning and throbbing in a most distressing fashion. And, of course, given her “below the waist” state, the frightened and repentant girl knew that this was simply a prelude to a strict bare bottom ruler smacking!

When Miss McFarlane was finished with Kathy Ann’s right hand, she firmly gripped the sobbing girl by her elbow and marched her over to a sturdy, straight backed, armless wooden chair in the middle of the room. Kathy Ann soon found herself over Miss McFarlane’s knee. Needless to say, Kathy Ann’s girlishly plump bare buttocks were just as ultra-sensitive and tender as Lorna Jane’s as the girl’s poignant sobs and squirms graphically testified during her lengthy and strict bare bottom smacking. 

After Kathy Ann had been dismissed, Miss Wright took her charge to Tilly’s Teahouse for a comforting cup of tea. The middle aged lady waitresses could have been easily forgiven for thinking that the squirmy and blushing Kathy Ann—her eyes still red from crying—was Miss Wright’s darling daughter and that the two were having a heart-to-heart chat about misbehavior and the strict correction that inevitably follows same! 

A Warm Reunion 

It had indeed been a trying week for lovely Lorna Jane and curvaceous Kathy Ann. However, Saturday morning dawned bright and sunny and both girls were looking forward to having lunch together and doing some shopping. Mrs. Goddard kindly allowed Lorna Jane the use of her dark blue Buick sedan and, at about 10:00 A.M., the teen carefully motored over to Maydith College to meet Kathy Ann in the latter’s attractively appointed and private dormitory room. 

The two dear friends embraced warmly and Kathy Ann made a welcoming cup of tea in her little kitchenette. The girls settled into deep conversation, which included a blushing recounting of the strict corrections they had received earlier in the week. As dear friends do, Lorna Jane and Kathy Ann comforted one another and it wasn’t long before sweet sympathy became ecstatic carnality! To be specific, the two exquisitely shapely misses lay entwined on Kathy Ann’s bed, wearing only their garter belts and sheer nylon hosiery! 

Several orgasms later, the two continued to embrace as they enjoyed a whispered conversation punctuated with girlish giggles. The girls were conversing (rather intimately!) about their handsome, virile, and certainly well equipped boyfriends, Rod Long and Lance Thicker. The giggles were caused by the mutual observation that, despite their enviable endowments, neither Rod nor Lance could “do it” more than twice in a row on date nights! The discussion so excited the girls that they naughtily engaged in a final, orgiastic encore! Then they dressed and refreshed their make-up as a prelude to going out for lunch after which they would shop for such girlish essentials as sheer nylon stockings, lipstick, and pretty panties. 

When Lorna Jane returned home, Mrs. Goddard greeted her warmly. “I have some wonderful news for you, dear,” Evelyn Goddard observed in a happy tone. “While you were out I received a trans-Atlantic telephone call. Your parents are sailing on the Empress of Britain the day after tomorrow!” 

An expression of joy spread over Lorna Jane’s lovely face. Her parents had been in Merrie England much longer than expected—thanks to Mr. Welworthy’s success in locating business opportunities—and she was looking forward to seeing them again with unabated enthusiasm. Indeed, Lorna Jane spontaneously hugged Mrs. Goddard. The older woman returned the embrace warmly and gave Lorna Jane a loving, motherly kiss! 

A woman of substantial education and culture, Evelyn Goddard arranged a most gracious “Welcome Home” party at her lovely residence. Many members of the community’s elite attended and a radiant Lorna Jane was permitted to invite Kathy Ann, Rod Long, and Lance Thicker to the festivities. 

The day after the event, Lorna Jane prepared to move back to her parents’ home. Poor Lorna Jane couldn’t help crying as she said farewell to Mrs. Goddard whom she had come to love and respect in an enduring fashion. “Think of it as ‘au revoir’, not ‘good bye’, dear,” the older woman wisely counseled before giving Lorna Jane a warm hug and a kiss and, in a final gesture, affectionately patting Lorna Jane’s girlishly plump, snugly skirted bottom! 

Still, Lorna Jane was glad to be home. She loved and respected her parents deeply and there were many interesting stories about Merrie England at the Welworthy dinner table. 

Some two weeks after the Welworthys’ return—late on a Friday afternoon to be specific—Lorna Jane was summoned to her mother’s private sitting room. “I have some important news for you, Lorna Jane,” Mrs. Welworthy commenced in her usual forthright fashion. “During our recent trip, I had many opportunities to visit with your Aunt Agatha.” 

Lorna Jane squirmed apprehensively. She remembered Aunty Agatha only too well from her own visit to Merrie England almost two years earlier, when she had been soundly spanked for misbehaving in church. 

“As you know, dear,” Mrs. Welworthy continued, “Aunt Agatha is a wealthy and exceptionally well connected woman. Indeed, the county nobility are frequent visitors to Birchwell, her Sussex estate. You will be completing your second year at Maydith—and turning twenty!—in just two months’ time. I have decided—with your father’s full agreement, needless to say, that you will benefit greatly from staying with Aunt Agatha for six months, during which time you will learn things that will serve you forever afterward. You will leave at the beginning of June.” 

Tears welled in Lorna Jane’s lovely eyes. “Ouuhhhh, p-please, M- Mommy. . . P-please couldn’t I j-just stay here? Pleeeeease!” 

“No, young lady,” Mrs. Welworthy was quick to answer, seeming surprised her daughter would dare to disagree. 

“But M-Mommy,” Lorna Jane began to pout, “I don’t see why I have to go there!” 

Her mother’s face grew dark. “The arrangements have been made and you will benefit from them enormously,” she said. “Oh, by the by, that bit of backtalk you just treated me to has earned you a session in The Spanking Room. Stand up. Now, please.” 

Tears trickling down her cheeks and her rounded, nyloned knees watery, Lorna Jane obeyed. The Spanking Room was a spare bedroom Mrs. Welworthy had equipped for this very purpose as part of her postreformatory domestic discipline program for Lorna Jane. The woman now picked up a hardbacked stained oak hairbrush. Then she gripped her darling daughter’s elbow. Lorna Jane found herself walking down the long corridor, spike heels clicking. 

Along the way, Lorna Jane turned tearfully toward her Mother. “Ouuhhh, M-Mommy, I-I’m s-sorry. I-I didn’t mean to t-talk b-back, honest!” 

“I believe you, dear,” Mrs. Welworthy responded in a kindly tone, “but I’m afraid Mr. Hairbrush doesn’t. He has to hear your sobs, cries, and promises to be convinced!” 

Needless to say, once Lorna Jane and her mother were in The Spanking Room, Mr. Hairbrush required a great deal of convincing and was not disappointed! Indeed, we can safely assert that he enjoyed every second of the thirteen minutes Lorna Jane spent over her mother’s knee.

Although it was unstated, Lorna Jane and her mother understood that this visit to the maternal lap might not have been so lengthy under normal circumstances. But in treating her nineteen-year-old daughter to a long, slow, inexorably painful spanking, Mrs. Welworthy was pursuing two important goals simultaneously. 

Firstly, she was reasserting her parental authority over the girl after more than half a year of being apart. It was a sort of a “welcome home spanking,” and the girl was reminded of the power her mother had to punish her naughty bottom, and the will to carry it out. And secondly, just as Mr. Hairbrush required convincing that Lorna Jane was truly contrite, the girl was thoroughly persuaded by the end of her punishment that it would be far less painful to obey her mother and live for half a year with her horrid Aunt Agatha—despite the inevitable spankings that would entail. 

After it was finally over, Mrs. Welworthy permitted Lorna Jane to remain over her knee for five minutes, sobbing and blubbering as if her teener heart would break. “Let that be a lesson to you, young lady,” the older woman sagely observed, “about the consequences of backtalk! And if I hear even another hint of it, we’ll pay a little visit to Mrs. Goddard. She told me all about the enema facilities in her third floor bathroom!” 

THE END. . . BUT NOT FOR LOVELY LORNA JANE’S LUSCIOUS END!

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About The Author 

Focusing primarily on the 1950s and very early 1960s, Roger Benson writes and illustrates extensively on spanking and related themes during that golden era. From a judicial family background, Mr. Benson has an informed and intimate understanding of the Reformatory System in that bygone time and how, in particular, it was used in connection with naughty teener girls! His morally uplifting tale of luscious Lorna Jane and curvaceous Kathy Ann’s girlishly plump tails is a classic sure to be appreciated by connoisseurs of the genre! 

The story continues: Bare Bottomed at Birchwell by Roger Benson (Novella 3).