"I'm Melody O'Brien. I was told to be here at 4 PM."

"Yes, Miss O'Brien, we have quite a report from your employer here. Always late, sassy, argumentative, disrespectful, rude. We've got a cure for that. They've asked us to, uh, have a little session with you. You've agreed? You understand?"

"...yes. I guess so."

"You understand what we do here? Tell us."

"I'm here....you punish me."

"Do you know how? How?"

"I think....it's spanking."

"Yes, that's right. We're very good at it. It's very hard, it's meant to hurt, and it will always be on the bare skin. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. We'll soon see if you do. Go with the matron down the hall."

A chunky matron took Melody's purse from her, gabbed her by the upper arm, and urged her down a dim corridor. The redhead was pushed into a small, bare room, furnished only with a bench and a coatrack. A second door was on a side wall.

"Sit here. That door will open when it is time. Nervous? You should be."

Locked in now, Melody fidgeted. The only reason for this intentional delay was to increase the butterflies in her stomach, which indeed was happening.

After 15 minutes, the adjoining door was loudly unlocked and opened. Two matrons stepped in. "Miss O'Brien? It's time. Move in here."

Melody stepped forward tentatively and was quickly grabbed and pulled into the room. She looked at the floor and blossomed a blush. She'd gotten a quick glance of a low table with straps an some paddle-like things in a row on another nearby table. She had a good idea what it was all for. Not good.

"Such a pretty girl. You will undress, all your clothes off please, now."

"Whaaat? What...."

"Strip naked. That's the way we do it here. No delay!"

"Why...what...I thought you would just...I get...a spanking...:"

"That we will definitely do honey, but naked. You have 10 seconds to start with the buttons."

"But..oh, God...you're bastards....OK." Melody's beautiful face was now the color of her hair as she began to unbutton her blouse. She could not look at the guards.

She handed over the silk blouse. A well-filled black bra stood stark against pale skin. Next she unbuttoned and dropped a plaid skirt, revealing a short slip. She chose to kick off he shoes next, unbuttoned and dropped a plaid skirt, revealing a short slip. Se chose to kick off her shoes next, and reached under her slip to pull down pantyhose, occasionally throwing glances, both pleading and hostile, toward the matrons, who were inwardly on fire watching the stripping. She hastily pulled down the slip and now cowered in black bra and matching black skimpy panties.

"Don't stop. Finish. Both of them, off,now! Hang your bra and panties on that hook. You may have them back in a little while if you are a good girl and take your punishment. If you don't, you can look at them hanging there, where they will stay and we will just keep spanking until you have the message."

The matrons always enjoyed this moment, when a shivering girl had to choose between her bra and her pants. Melody had accepted her destiny. Off came the bra, exposing two beautiful and proud round alert breasts and just a hint of excited nipples With one more mournful glance, she hooked her fingers in the elastic of her black panties and whisked them off. Then she had to walk to the hook to hang them, which she did with an instinctive crouch to try to cover her nudity.

She was breath-taking by any measure--the staff quietly gasped at their good fortune. High tight pale white bottom cheeks and a most naughty little shaving of reddish pubic hair into a T-design. Maybe she wasn't so unused to taking off her panties in the company of others after all. Her hips were cocked forward ever so slightly, accentuating her buttocks.

"Over here. We start the old-fashioned way. Over my lap." Melody climbed over the matron's lap, who took some care to shift her naked body to get her beautiful pale bottom postioned just so. She could not see the other matron set a timer to mark 10 minutes.

"Good. Now spread your arms and open your legs some. You need to keep your balance. You'll pay a high price for any unnecessary wiggling." With that, the matron began a careful methodical handspanking. On the second or third hard slap, Melody caught her breath and twitched in discomfort.

"Steady, young lady. We've just begun." Matron slapped Melody's bottom hard, about every 5 seconds. After two minutes, Melody began to to gasp and twitch.

"Oh God....this hurts....enough....how much longer....please..."

The matron doing the spanking just laughed in derision. "We've just begun."

At the five minute mark the matron paused and picked up a jar of what looked like cold cream, which she carefully smoothed over every part of Melody's bottom. With practiced fingers she flicked a speck of cream between Melody's legs onto an alert vagina and pried apart her buttocks for a tiny touch on her crinkled anus. The matrons smiled at her deft touch, and Melody was quieted by this cooling interlude---for the moment.

"Up Melody, stand up."

Melody eagerly climbed off the matron's lap and quickly began rubbing her bottom, which was now rouged red on both cheeks and down the thighs. Her face was tear-streaked.

But this was just a switch of spankers, for this was hard work. Matron #2 quickly sat. Suddenly Melody jerked and grabbed her bottom. The "cold cream" was in fact a clever irritant. Her pussy and anus began a persistent itching, and her bottom and thighs began a tingling burning.

"No, no more touching. NO! Back over, my dear. We're only half-done with just this opening part."

She was pushed into place and her reddened bottom carefully repositioned. Matron #2 began the spanking again, much more crisp and harder than her predecessor. No warm up was needed this time. High, firm, ringing strokes.

"Ooh God....oow...that's much harder...please..."

Her bottom burned fiercely as if sunburned. Each stroke was agony, and the matron had plenty of experience with Melody's sorry situation.. Five hard minutes passed. Melody gasped and pleaded, but kept her place. Her bottom was splotchy red with no spots left untouched by the stinging hands of the matron.

"Get up, my dear. We move to the next phase, the paddle. You'll be rethinking your sorry attitude at your office."

Matron #3 approached with an 18" 6-inch wide wooden paddle, an unmistakable gleam in her eye. No one could deny this was a beautiful young lady with a most appealing bottom on display.

"Oh no, not more....this doesn't seem right."

"Spread your feet, grab your ankles. Stay down and keep your mouth shut. This is going to hurt, which is why you are here. You're going to stay in this room, naked, with us, until we are satisfied we won't see you again."

The first crack of the paddle, on Melody's left buttock, about half-strength, caused her to gasp, but was curiously satisfying, because her bottom was burning and itching. The matrons laid on about 20 strokes, left, right, and centered, not hard, but persistent, for Melody's day had just begun. Melody cried and moaned, some tears began to drip to the floor, but she held position. If she couldn't scratch and rub her burning bottom, this was better than nothing.

"Over here. Lie on the bench." Melody instinctively covered herself as she hurried to kneel then lay forward, as if her nakedness would now be covered. "Arms outstretched, that's right." Two matrons quickly fastend the straps. Each wrist was pinioned, straps just above the knees, and a heavier strap loosely across the small of her back. A small bolster-like pillow was inserted under her hips, which positioned her shiny blotched red bottom in the most delicious way.

The matrons were hypnotized by this glorious target. One matron whispered to the other, who retrieved a small bottle from her purse in the corner. The senior matron bagan stroking Melody's buttocks gently, her fingers kneading and prying between her cheeks.

"Aah...what are you doing...when do you start?"

The matrons chuckled; "Oh, you'll know when we start. I just want you to relax your bottom. It will be better for you." She had carefully found Melody's dusty little anus and worked a finger partially in.

The other matron took a small sliver of peeled ginger, about the size of a baby carrot, from the bottle. The matrons smiled and chuckled softly as the senior matron guided it to Melody's anus and quickly slid it in.

"What...what is that...what are you doing...I don't think this...."

"It's part of your treatment, my dear. Your spanking will soon be over and you'll be on your way.The best thing you can do is relax your bottom and help us get through this."

After about 30 seconds, Melody felt the first burning itch.

"Aah....what did you do?....what is that...I don't like..." Melody had begun a maddening twitch of her bottom. The leather strap above her waist was loose enough to allow her pale and beautiful plump buttocks some freedom of movement. One matron picked up a medium length wooden paddle with holes in it and the other woman a short handled bundle of birch twigs. Their target was thrashing up a storm on the bench.

The matron started with the birches first. She slashed the beautiful twitching bottom about every 10 seconds, medium strength, walking around to get various angles on her target. Melody immediately began to moan, but the fiery intensity of the ginger root masked the fact that her bottom was getting a thorough sandpapering from the birch-matron, who caught the smooth crevices and gaps from every angle and was achieving an even pink glow and a fine system of tiny welts on this beautiful target, creating an exquisite environment for the impatient paddle-matron. The insistence of the ginger root made Melody involuntarily spreads her buttocks and pucker her anus, in a natural desire to expel the stranger; the matrons were familiar with this reflex and they took secret pleasure in her misery.

After a few minutes of the birch and the paddle, Melody's bottom had achieved a solid red glow, both her buttocks and her flanks, and a bit of her high thighs, The birch stings and the ginger root had created an overwhelming itch which masked any other sensation. The matrons released her.

"Stand up. We go down the hall for phase 2 of your visit." They fastened a simple yoke around her neck and had her wrists in the receptacles before she could resist. She wanted desperately to scratch her bottom and dig that thing out of her anus, which still burned like crazy. She pawed the ground.

"What's next? How much more?" The women ignored her and one matron took her out the door into the hall. For a split second, Melody saw another naked girl, bent over and struggling, being encouraged across the corridor.

They entered another room, filled with standard gym exercise equipment. "You'll have some fun in here, Miss O'Brien. Some girls actually beg to be take back for more spanking." With that, she gave Melody's red bottom a hard tweaking pinch and squeeze, propelling her forward.

"First, we'll try this stepping machine."

Simple stairs and a horizontal bar above eye level to hold onto; the matrons released her wrists and fastened them to the bar with plastic restraints, again before she could wrench free to grab at her bottom. Bare feet on the stairs, the women strapped them into place, with bicycle-like stirrups.

"Begin. This is not hard." The women never tired of seeing an undulating and shapely red bottom surgng on this little stairmaster, and then there is the jiggle of boobs. After two minutes, Melody naturally began to flag a little; after all, being naked on a stair machine in front of two strangers was not the most motivating. A few swipes across her red buttocks from a little whisk broom-sized whip from a matron caused the speed to increase.

One of the matrons stepped aside. "I'm going to early dinner. She's yours for an hour or so. If she is in one piece when get back I won't care what went on." Have fun. I know you like redheads. The next blonde is mine. She has arrived at Reception."

"But....I thought this would be over....what are you going to do now?"

"I guess we forgot to tell you, Miss O'Brien. Meal breaks don't count. We stop the clock."