Strictland Academy
“Attendant Hazel set the files atop the scarred surface and positioned the girls with instructions to remain at attention. She administered swats with one of her readily available implements until their stances conformed to her exacting demands. Before she departed, she untied their wrists and left them with a warning: “Wait here for the Headmaster. Do not move a muscle. Your backsides will not be able to tolerate much more punishment today." When he entered, the Headmaster paused to silent...ly study the condition of their bare bottoms, not physically touching them as he demanded they bend over the edge of the desk. He made several comments about their bruises, including the area covered, the different shapes of the marks, and the various shades of red that had been achieved. He ordered them to return to attention and retrieved an enormous leather, guitar-shaped paddle from his desk drawer.
“Remain at attention, girls. I want you to lace your fingers tightly behind your head and spread your legs as wide as you can without losing balance or falling forward." Pain and fear prevented their rapid compliance to his instructions. Tsking, he swatted each of them with the large implement, its considerable size catching both raw cheeks at once. The three hastened to do as instructed, yet he continued to slap their bottoms with casual indifference. Each was corrected after receiving at least three harsh smacks that caught the underside of their cheeks. They struggled not to wobble and repeatedly failed. Finally satisfied with their positions, the man placed the big leather paddle on his desk and sat down. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward to talk, the light catching the clouded scars in his eyes.MoreLess
“Remain at attention, girls. I want you to lace your fingers tightly behind your head and spread your legs as wide as you can without losing balance or falling forward." Pain and fear prevented their rapid compliance to his instructions. Tsking, he swatted each of them with the large implement, its considerable size catching both raw cheeks at once. The three hastened to do as instructed, yet he continued to slap their bottoms with casual indifference. Each was corrected after receiving at least three harsh smacks that caught the underside of their cheeks. They struggled not to wobble and repeatedly failed. Finally satisfied with their positions, the man placed the big leather paddle on his desk and sat down. He laced his fingers together and leaned forward to talk, the light catching the clouded scars in his eyes.MoreLess
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