Richard Hazel had settled in comfortably as a teacher and as assistant to the head of Greenwich Academy, an exclusive private school for girls. To his delight, he discovered that the primary function of his administrative job was the spanking of those young ladies who violated the school's strict rules - a responsibility which he handled very well and which was sexually stimulating to him. The spankings were also stimulating to Ann Henderson, his boss and the school's headmistress, a required witness to each of the bare bottom chastisements. As a result, he found himself the happy object of Ann's attentions after each friday night punishment session, with his cock nearly buried in the lady's eager mouth or between her equally hungry pussy lips.

As the school term advanced, however, the demands on his disciplinary skills abated. After the first few weeks, the pain and humiliation of the first few miscreants seemed to serve as an object lesson for all of the girls. Although each spanking was privately administered, the sound of the paddle or the cane followed by anguished cries could be heard by other girls on their way to the school store, club meetings or other evening activities. Undoubtedly, also, the sight of a sniffling teenage girl walking uncomfortably back to her dormitory, while rubbing at her stinging posterior, sent a message to her peers that inappropriate behavior was dealt with severely at the Academy.

So it was that Richard's mind was not on disciplinary duties on the particular afternoon that Ann walked into his office. He had been grading papers and looked up at the interruption.

"Richard, my sweet," smiled Ann, "we have a problem on our hands and I want you in on it. Mrs. Harris just had a report from one of her 9th graders. Apparently, the child's roommate has a badly bruised backside and she was worried about it. Someone has been walloping her. Have you been practicing your spanking after school?"

Richard ignored the jibe. "This fits in with what I've heard before. I think we have some sort of secret organization operating in the Upper School. Some of my students have suggestted it, but noone is willing to talk about it. I'm told it's called the Ladies of the Evening because they meet at night, after lights out, and they like the joke which the name creates."

"I intend to get to the bottom of this," said Ann angrily. "I won't have that kind of nonsense in my school. If anyone is going to smack ass, it will be me. Or you, dear," she said, softening and bending to kiss Richard. "I will send for the girl immediately and bring her here."

About 10 minutes later, Ann returned to Richard's office followed by a reluctant teenager. Ann smiled as the girl declined an invitation to be seated. "Betty," she said addressing the nervous 14 year old, "I understand that you have been smacked around a little. How did it happen?"

"It's nothing, Ms. Henderson," the girl mumbled.

"Nevertheless, you will tell me...about that and about the Ladies of the Evening." $H� The reference to the secret organization definitely struck home and a flush crept over the girl's face. "I...I can't talk about it," she said.

Sternly, the young headmistress seated herself in one of the chairs and pulled the surprised Betty over her lap. In a moment, the girls uniform skirt had been raised and her panties lowered. Betty's full bottom cheeks, now exposed, revealed a number of red blotches, obviously the result of their having been smacked repeatedly with a hard implement. Embarrassed that her pudgy mounds were now on display in Richard's presence, the girl wiggled and groaned.

"O. K. my girl. We get the truth out of you or I will ask Mr. Hazel to lend me his paddle and I will personally give you another dose."

At this Betty began to wail. "Oh, please," she blubbered, "Don't spank me, I've had enough. I'll tell you but....but you can't tell them I told....they'll kill me."

Tearfully, with her ample bare mounds in the air over Ann's knees, Betty disclosed the secret of the Ladies of the Evening. As Richard had surmised, the group purported to be a secret sorority started by 5 10th grade girls 2 years ago. The leaders were now seniors but each year they had each recruited a 9th grader so that the group now numbered 15. Betty was one of five 9th grade candidates chosen for this year.

"How does the bottom warming enter into all this"? Ann applied a gentle smack to the upraised bottom on her lap as she asked the question and was delighted by the yelp of pain from the youngster.

"We.....we have to do things for the sisters, that's the older girls who are already in, and if you don't do what you're supposed to, or if its not right, well....you get the paddle."

Betty went on to describe the punishmnent session which was held for those unlucky candidates who had committed infractions. The offender was made to bend over the back of chair, placing both hands flat on the seat. Then her skirt was raised and panties lowered to the floor. In that humiliating posture, the girl received the alloted number of strokes from

each of the "sisters" applied with a college fraternity paddle which one of them had obtained from her older brother. The result was that the backsides of several 9th graders had been given a severe workout.

"You must know, Betty," said Ann, giving the girl another sharp spank, "that secret societies or sororities of any kind are against our rules. As of this moment you are out of it. I will deal with the Ladies myself."

Ann's hand moved softly over the Betty's tormented cheeks as the girl wiggled in nervous anticipation. "Now, dear," Ann said, "if you are ready to give me the names, I think we can let you go back to rubbing that sore backside."

Later that evening, the headmistress of Greenwich Academy lay on her back in Richard's bed, her legs apart and waving in the air as she held him in the "saddle" formed by her thighs and buttocks. Between groans of pleasure Ann recounted the details of her meeting with the 15 girls named by Betty. Threatened with immediate expulsion, the "Ladies" had begged for some alternative punishment and, after a suitable period of suspense, Ann had relented. "Wait till you hear what I have planned," she murmered. Then she gasped loudly as Richard's cock plunged further between her pussy lips.

Although there was no formal announcement, that friday evening a large number of girls from the upper school filled the stands in the gymnasium as the story circulated that the snobbish members of the forbidden sorority were to be disciplined in the presence of their peers. From the locker area, Richard and Ann led an unhappy string of "Ladies" onto the gym floor. The 15 girls were dressed only in tee shirts and panties, as their bouncing breasts and protruding nipples demonstrated. A number of chairs had been set up and, at Ann's instructions, they sat down to await their punishment, embarrassed at the presence of an audience. A scorers table had been set up in the middle of the floor and small gym mats had been draped over both ends.

"You girls have violated school rules by forming a secret society and participating in forbidden activities." Ann was addressing the 15, but the spectators, expectantly hushed, were listening to every word.

"The worst part of it all is that you treated your younger schoolmates with brutality and encouraged a snobbish attitude among the other members of your group. I think that, after our talk, almost all of you are now aware that the Ladies of the Evening organization was a big mistake. We will accept that, but you must be punished. As your names are called, kindly step forward to the table, drop your panties to the floor and bend over one of the ends. You will each receive 8 strokes of the cane from Mr. Hazel and myself. If you move out of position before you are permitted, you will receive

additional strokes."

Turning to the spectators, Ann reacted to the murmer caused by her announcement. "Those of you who do not wish to share this punishment had better be quiet. This discipline session is being held in the gym not only because of the large number of girls involved but because I want all of you to get the message. While the punishment is relatively mild, the pain and humiliation of it is intended to bring these young ladies down to earth. I expect that the lesson will be learned."

Turning to the embarrassed girls, Ann called up the first two who, with some hesitation, took their places over each end of the table. By agreement with Ann, Richard advanced on the teenager lying over the nearest end and paused a moment, cane in hand, to survey the nubile backside upended before him. Overcome by the shame of this public chastisement, the girl had begun sobbing as soon as her bare bottom cheeks were exposed so that her twin mounds quivered with anticipation as well as the effect of her emotion. Richard noted, with some delight, that the girl's bottom consisted of two perfectly formed mounds with whisps of pubic hair peeping out from the dark cleft visible between them.

Richard's reverie was interrupted by the swish of a cane and a loud yelp of pain. Ann had begun to apply the punishment to the girl at the other end of the table. As if following this cue, Richard began the job at hand. Pausing briefly between each stroke, the headmistress and her assistant applied the requisite number of strokes to the soft female rumps as the girl's howled and danced.

When the punshment was over, the girls remained in position, crying loudly, until Ann excused them and then scooped up their panties from the floor and ran from into the locker area, bouncing and jiggling in a manner that amused the spectators. As the next two girls were called to take their place, Richard moved to the other side of the table to the position which Ann had previously occupied. This time the bare bottom presented to him was larger and more voluptuous so that Richard was rewarded with the delightful bounce of the twin cheeks as the cane left its mark.

For the next several minutes, the gym was filled with the sobs and cries of the anguished young girls undergoing punishment as, two by two, they assumed their positions and felt the chastisement of the cane. As a futher measure of humiliation, the girls were quite aware that the required posture that thrust their bare bottoms high in the air for punishment also exposed their most intimate female areas to the view of the onlookers. But as the cane bit into the tender bottom cheeks, most of them had difficulty keeeping their feet from dancing about in a frantic hop or beating their toes against the gym floor in a futile effort to calm the pain.

Nearly all of the youngsters, when excused by Ann, ran from the floor of the gym, sobbing and rubbing the reddening welts of the cane crisscrossing their bare behinds. Some, more modest, attempted first to replace their panties but found their bottoms too sensitive for the stretched cotton. As a result, several girls left the floor with panties covering only the pubic area leaving their sore rumps exposed to the air which, together with their sobs and cries of distress, contributed to the amusement of the audience.

Finally, one young lady remained seated after the others, soundly chastised, had fled in shame. Cynthia Baker, the leader of the group, sat up primly, her proud breasts and erect nipples thrusting against the cotton shirt. Cynthia had not been apologetic in Ann's meeting. On the contrary, she considered the school's position on her sorority as quite reactionary and had said as much. Ann vowed she would find a way to bring this snobby bitch down.

"Cynthia," said Ann sweetly, "no cane for you, my dear. You have been very difficult in this situation making it hard for me to enforce the rule of the school and encouraging the others to question my authority - you have been a very stubborn child. So....you are to be punished as a naughty little girl is punished. Right here, in front of your friends, Cynthia, Mr. Hazel will give you an old fashioned spanking. We'll see if the paddle can help you understand the situation."

Cynthia blushed furiously. As Richard approached her, beckoning, she seemed frantic. "Please," she murmered to him," don't humiliate me that way. I'll take the cane, but a spanking is too embarrassing. I'm....I'm 17 years old."

Nothwithstanding her protests, Richard pulled her, half dragging, to a chair in the center of the gym floor and positioned her over his knees in the classic spanking posture. Cynthia small fists beat against his leg, but a resounding smack of the paddle he was holding against the girl's ample and panty clad rump soon gave her something else to think about. Pausing, Richard placed his hand in the waistband of Cynthia's panties and pulled them down to her ankles where they retarded the girl's frantic efforts to kick. The spectators became quiet as Cynthia's twin mounds were exposed and Richard began to apply the paddle to the bare cheeks.

SMACK.................SMACK..............SMACK, the spanks decended like the crack of a cap pistol on the bare and wiggling bottom. "Ouch..........Ow..........stop.......Oh.. Ooo.....,that hurts........please.....no-oh." Cynthia's protests turned to howls of pain as the Richard spanked the bouncing mounds with a slow even cadence.

"Yeow......hoo,hoo...........ouch, help...AIEEEK. Cynthia began to howl loudly. As much as she tried to wiggle and kick to avoid the punishment, the paddle continued to

descend on her tormented and reddening cheeks. She waived her legs in the air wildly, kicking off the flimsy panties. Her shrieks and yelps of pain and her gyrating red bottom cheeks made her appear to be a little girl suffering the traditional punishment for her naughtiness. This image contrasted somewhat with the mature furry cleft which she displayed as her thighs opened.

Cynthia was blubbering loudly when Richard, at last, ended the painful and ordeal. He did not allow her to leave her humiliating position over his lap so that, for a few moments she lay sobbing, her bare bottom cheeks red and quivering with the hot sting of the paddle - in every sense a completely subjugated young lady. Finally, Richard placed her on her feet, still bare from the waist down and spoke to her softly. "Cynthia, "it's time for your little speech of apology. Now do it well or you go back over my lap."

Cynthia stood, completely humiliated and red-faced, her blazing bottom exposed to everyone. Her hands were cupped in front of her to cover her pubic mound, although, from time to time, they rubbed at her well-spanked backside. Her friends and classmates sat silently as she began in a cracked and sobbing voice. "I....I'm sorry......what I did was wrong....[sniff]. I apologize and ask you all to forgive me."

Ann, who had retrieved the girl's panties, brought them to her. "Very well," she said, "I hope you have learned your lesson. You may leave."

When all of the girls had filed out of the gym, Richard guided Ann to the table over which the girls had been punished. Before the surprised headmistress could protest, he bent her over the end and, pulling up her skirt, yanked her panties down to floor. Freeing his hard and throbbing cock, he thrust it up against Ann's cunt and was pleased to discover that she had become soaking wet during the evening's proceedings. With a murmer of delight, he slid his rigid maleness between the headmistress's moist pussy lips. Again the gym resounded with feminine noises, but this time there were no tears.