College Girl Kate

College Girl Kate 1

By Red Rover

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COLLEGE GIRL KATE

By Red Rover

Introduction

"Kate” is Katherine Rose Brady, 18 years old, from Long Island, New York. She has just entered the freshman class at McClintock College, located in a small town "a few miles off the four-lane" in the rural West. Kate's parents separated when she was quite young and she has grown up with a lack of strong male figures in her life. She is 5'1'' with a tiny waist and full hips, (what some call a "very spankable bottom"). Being small and baby-faced, she is often treated as being much younger than her real age. Kate is quite intelligent when she wants to be, but is a born-again procrastinator, which often gets her into trouble with schoolwork. Her personality is described by some as "frisky", "spirited" or "playful." Others have been known to use the terms "mischievous," "immature" and 'bratty." Kate has not been subject to much discipline in her life and has come to realize that she probably needs a strong hand, appropriately placed, to keep her in line. This is the major reason she agreed to go to McClintock College.

McClintock College is a small liberal arts college founded as a girls-only school in the 19th century by a retired cattle rancher who believed in strict discipline for young ladies. There is an exchange program with nearby Bridger Military Academy a mostly male school some 20 miles away. A few male cadets attend McClintok morning classes and a few upper-level girls from McClintok take science labs in the afternoons at Bridger.

McClintok has a school uniform for girls, which they wear at all times on campus except to gym classes. It consists of: black and gold skirt, white blouse, gold regulation panties, black blazer with school logo on left breast, black and gold diagonal stripped tie, gold knee socks, white and black Mary Janes. Uniform regulations are rigorously enforced except in the dorms where a more relaxed atmosphere prevails. The girls also wear regulation 2 piece pajamas, which are "ski pajama" like (without feet) and are gold with a black school logo on the tops and thin, close fitting bottoms. PJ’s are worn with rubber-soled slippers. The Gym uniform is a light shade of green-gold with a loose-fitting blouse and bloomers. Worn with white athletic socks and black and gold tennis shoes.

All girls who enter McClintok must sign a waiver in which they agree to accept "reasonable" corporal punishment for their misdeeds. Parents and/or guardians also sign the waiver. Boys from Bridger are not spanked at McClintock and girls from McClintock are not spanked at Bridger. If a student gets into trouble at the ‘other” school, he or she is reported to the appropriate “home” school. School faculty and staff at McClintock are permitted to spank students on the panties or bare bottom with their hands or school-approved instruments.

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COLLEGE GIRL KATE

By Red Rover

Characters:

Kate Brady – a very immature 18-year-old from Long Island, New York. 5-1" with strawberry blonde hair, a small waist and ample bottom. Tends toward procrastination, smartass remarks and minor mischief.

Rachel Miller - (18) Kate’s roommate, from Marion, Ohio. Brownish hair, 5-3", good figure. Quieter by nature, but tends to be suggestible, often follows Kate into trouble.

Kara Floyd - (20) from Tampa, Florida. Lives across the hall from Kate, Kara has long blonde hair, stands 5-7" and is quite slim with a baby face that makes her look much younger. Somewhat bossy toward the younger girls.

Laura Campbell - (19) from Liberty, Kansas. Kara's roommate, 5-5", slightly chubby, dark brown hair. Quiet and studious, follows the other girls into trouble reluctantly, but is quite loyal.

Gail Weathers - (28) Assistant Professor of English, 5-8, athletic, blonde 5-9." Counselor for Kate's dorm with responsibility for 48 freshman girls. (NOTE: Junior faculty members at McClintok are not well paid, so often take additional jobs as counselors for the free apartment and dining room privileges. Most consider it a fringe benefit to be able to spank naughty young girls.)

Warren Weathers - (31) Gail's husband. Associate Professor of Chemistry. 6-2", well-built and swings a mean paddle. Normally good natured, but firm. Looks older than his age and is considered a favorite "uncle" by many of the girls.

PART 1.

"Come on, Kate. we're going to be late for the fitting," Rachel pleaded to her new roommate.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Kate responded irritably. "I just can't decide between the pearl and the topaz earrings. Which goes better with this outfit?"

"This stupid 'outfit' is just a God-damned oversize gold tee shirt they gave us to cover the fact that we're just wearing bra and panties for the uniform fitting, " her exasperated roommate snapped. "You're going to get us both spanked on our first day of Orientation."

"Don't be silly, Rachel," Kate laughed. "They won't spank us for something that trivial. Spankings are for things like missing curfews, cheating on tests or not doing homework."

"I hope you're right," Rachel said, "but I wouldn't count on it - and we're already ten minutes late."

The two girls scurried from their room and down the hall to the main lounge. They felt a bit silly in their huge gold tee shirts, but it was better than running around in nothing but underwear. The main lounge was empty, but a sign saying "Fitting" pointed down the west hallway. Kate could see two girls in gold T-shirts standing outside a room toward the end of the hallway. They hurried to join them, but the girls entered the room and the door closed behind them before Kate and Rachel could catch up.

Kate tried the door, but it was locked. "Oh shit," she said. "Now what?"

"Just knock on the door, dummy, " Rachel said impatiently.

At that point, there was a sound like a slap from the other side of the door, followed by a girlish yelp. this was repeated three more times in two different voices.

"I knew it," Rachel wailed. "Those girls are getting spanked and we're next!"

Kate sighed, but knocked anyway. The door opened and she was looking at Gail Weathers, their Dorm Counselor. Her husband, Warren, stood behind her in the room. Two girls in gold tee shirts stood against the far wall, one was rubbing her bottom. Kate noticed in dismay that Warren was holding a long, narrow spanking paddle.

Gail checked her clipboard. "Katherine Brady and Rachel Miller, right?

"Yes, Ma'am," the two girls chorused.

Gail made a notation on the clipboard. "OK Katherine, step forward, turn around and lift up the back of your shirt. Fifteen minutes late, three strokes on the panties."

"Oh shit!" Kate exclaimed involuntarily.

Gail made another mark on the clipboard: "Foul language, two more strokes, total of five, all on the bare."

Kate dropped the hem of her shirt and held both hands firmly over her bottom. "No way!" she protested.

Gail made another note. "Resisting punishment, Five additional strokes, ten in total, all on the bare."

Kate stood dumbfounded. This was a disaster! She took two steps toward Warren and started to cry. Warren shook his head, smiled sympathetically and guided her into place, pressing his left hand into the small of her back to bend her over. He then lifted up the hem of her shirt to reveal her pantied bottom. Murmuring, "Don't make it any worse, little girl.," he pulled her panties down just far enough to expose her full bottom."

Kate cried harder.

Warren drew back his arm and laid the paddle squarely on the center of her left rump cheek.

Kate yelped and would have jumped away if his hand was not keeping her bent over. The professor then carefully placed nine more paddle swats on the bawling girl's ample bottom.

Kate howled, sobbed and pleaded for mercy to no avail.

When the tenth stroke had landed, Warren pulled up her panties and motioned her over to the wall to join the other two girls.

Gail checked her clipboard and made another mark. "Rachel Miller, fifteen minutes late, three strokes on the panties."

Having observed the fate of her roommate, Rachel stepped forward, bent over and flipped up the tail of her shirt. Warren took aim and gave her three hard, rapid smacks on the seat of her panties. Rachel yelped at each stroke, but kept her composure and was only sniffling a bit when she joined the other three girls against the wall.

"OK girls, turn around and face me," Gail ordered authoritatively. "You are not off to a good start. You were late to your very first appointment and that is something we do not tolerate here. You now know the penalty for tardiness and one of you has learned the penalty for using bad language and resisting punishment."

"What you experienced today was just a token punishment. Most of your spankings will be over the knee and of much longer duration. We don't expect that you will be perfect little girls all the time, you will make errors and be punished appropriately. But what we do expect is that you will not keep making stupid little mistakes like you did this morning."

"The other girls from your corridor, the ones who were on time and obedient, are being fitted for their uniforms now. You four will wait here until they are finished, and then you will get your fittings. This means that you will probably miss most of your free time this morning, another result of your irresponsibility. We will come back and get you when it is your turn."

"If you need to use the bathroom, there is one behind the door to your left. Katherine, I suggest you wash your face before the other girls see you. And definitely wash off that ridiculous eye makeup that is running down your cheeks. It's the wrong colour for you and eye makeup is not permitted for freshman girls here. The rest of you stand facing the wall until I come back to get you. You may talk in low voices and you may rub your bottoms if you wish. Any questions?"

"No, ma'am," came back four voices in nervous disharmony.

"Good, try not to get lost." The young woman said sarcastically as she and her husband left the room.

There was a moment of silence and then Rachel spoke up. "Nice going, Kate, you got us spanked on our very first day - actually our very first appointment."

"Hey, don't complain," Kate protested. "You just got three spanks on the panties. I got TEN spanks on the bare."

One of the other girls spoke up. "We only got two spanks each on the panties. But we were only ten minutes late."

Rachel smiled. "I'm Rachel Miller, and this silly child is Kate Brady. We are roommates."

The blonde girl smiled. "I'm Kara Floyd and this is Laura Campbell - we're roommates too."

The girls discovered to their delight that they were all sharing the common room and facilities at the end of their corridor. They chatted for a few minutes while Kate rubbed her sore bottom.

"It sounded like you got it really good," Kara said, sympathetically. "Let's take a look at your bottom."

Kate blushed, but lifted up her shirt and lowered the back of her panties. The other girls clustered around and made little noises of sympathy. Laura said, "I wish we had some cream to put on that, it looks kind of rough."

At that moment, the door opened and Gail came back in. "Good Grief," she exclaimed, "what are you children doing? You look like a bunch of six-year-olds comparing bottoms."

The girls froze and blushed in unison.

Gail shook her head. "Well, I guess I'd better give you something to compare. Kate, leave your panties where they are. The rest of you girls pull down your panties so they match Kate's. And pull up your shirts and bend over."

Warren walked into the room and smiled at the sight of four quivering bare bottoms. "Again, already?" he asked. "These kids are really something."

Gail laughed. "Yep they are gonna be a handful, good thing we have them all together at the end of the corridor. The daily spankings won't disturb the good girls too much."

Warren agreed. "Yes, we'll need to give them special attention. Hand spanking on the bare this time?"

Gail nodded, “A dozen apiece should do it. Your hand is bigger and harder than mine, so you can do the honors."

Kate's bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation, but she said nothing as the tall professor pulled her shirt up, encircled her waist with his left arm and rested his big right hand on her already pink-red bottom. He patted her cringing bottom a few times and then gave a full-strength SWAT that covered both her bottom cheeks and brought forth a loud yelp. By the fourth spank she was bawling and squirming, so he lifted her up slightly so that her toes were barely touching the floor and her bottom was fully exposed. A few swats to her thighs below the bunched-up panties brought more yelps and a frantic toe dance that caused her bottom to bounce around delightfully. He finished up with a series of four spanks to the sit-spot and released the blubbering teen.

Kate sank to the floor and wailed in pain and humiliation. Gail helped her to her feet, rolled up her shirt bottom so it would stay in place and pulled up the front of her panties to cover her private parts while leaving her bottom bare. "OK, Katie, over to the wall, hands on head and no rubbing."

Kara was next. She was much taller than Kate, but her bottom was rather slim and boyish.

Tucked under Warren's arm, however, she was still very much a little girl and she was crying before the first smack. Warren's hand covered her entire bottom and he actually had to cup it a bit to avoid overlapping onto her hips. The first hard smack brought forth a loud screech and subsequent smacks turned her very pale bottom a bright red and elicited more yelps, tears and wails. Kara, despite her bravado when other girls were involved, lost all control while being spanked and Warren hand to hold her waist tightly to keep her from collapsing by the tenth spank. The last two spanks, delivered to the sit-spot, caused the wailing teen to run frantically in place and at one point both her feet were off the floor, almost resulting in knocking her spanker off his feet. Released from his firm grip, she ran around the room doing the "spanked girl dance" with full sound effects.

As Gail was readjusting Kara's clothing and putting her next to Kate against the wall, Laura turned bright red and blurted out. "Dr. Weathers, I have to go to the potty, right now!" She was obviously in distress, crossing her legs and writhing in embarrassed agony.

Warren laughed. "Well, I don't want to have to change my pants and I am sure the janitor would not appreciate a puddle on the floor so go ahead. But don’t take too long and be sure to wipe carefully."

Laura flushed even redder and barely managed to choke out, "Thank you, Sir," before dashing into the little bathroom.

Warren beckoned to Rachel. Determined to maintain her dignity as long as possible, she walked calmly over to the tall counselor and bent over next to him. Warren admired her classic proportions and demeanor as he took a firm grip and patted her bottom. But when the first solid SMACK landed, Rachel jumped and yelped, just as the others had done. She was crying by the fifth spank and bawling and hiccupping by the tenth. Like the others, the final two spanks on her sit-spot brought forth squeals and frantic footwork. But she walked over to the wall on her own and allowed Gail to adjust her meager garments without comment or resistance.

There was the sound of flushing water and Laura came out of the bathroom, already crying her eyes out. When Gail stopped her, and pulled open her bottom cheeks to "check for proper wiping," the humiliated girl redoubled her sobbing. She was blubbering from the first spank as Warren reddened her bottom and was virtually limp when he finished. Gail and Warren helped her to the wall and let her lean on it to recover her breath and strength.

Gail smiled at Warren. "I am not sure whether we should take these silly little children into the next room for uniforms or down to the Day Care Center for diapers."

The four punished teens said nothing but each was privately considering murder and/or torture for their counselors.

When the four chastened girls had recovered somewhat, Gail led them through the door into the fitting room. They were met by three older girls in immaculate school uniforms and a rather tired looking middle-aged woman with a tape measure.

"OK, girls," Gail said. "Here we have bins of panties in various sizes, bras over here, skirts on the hangers over there and blouses on the racks against the far wall. Hopefully, you all know your sizes, but we need to check them anyway. These are all used clothes left over from last year, but they will get you through the day. Once we have your sizes, the campus store will deliver your full uniform issue to the dorms tomorrow morning. The only exception is your blazers. they will have to be tailored, so it will take a week or so to get them to you. In the meantime, you will be given a slip that says you can go without it."

"At this time, take off your shirt and panties and put them in one of the plastic bags from this pile. You were told to wear a plain white bra; I will check it to make sure that it is within specifications. When you find a pair of panties that fit properly, report to Martha - the girl with the red bow in her hair. Then, go on over to the bra section and see Jennifer - the blonde girl. Then go over to Sharon and have her help you select a blouse. Finally, Mrs. Higgins will measure you for your blazer and fit you with a skirt."

"At McClintok, skirt length is an indication of class status. Senior girls wear skirts that are between one and two inches above the knee when standing. Sophomore and junior girls wear skirts that are between two and three inches above the knee. Freshman girls, like you, wear skirts that are at least four inches above the knees. Among other things, this makes it easier to expose your bottoms for spankings."

The four girls quickly doffed their shirts and panties and moved over to Gail who checked their bras. "Kara, this bra is padded, that is not allowed here, please remove it and put it in your bag."

Kara blushed and removed the offending garment, leaving her completely nude except for her shoes and socks. Gail laughed and smacked her bright red bottom. "Ok go get some undies on, silly girl."

Laura also flunked the bra check, “This is pink and too fancy for school. Take it off and follow Kara."

Kate and Rachel were spared this further embarrassment but were profoundly grateful there were no males in the room. They found panties in the proper size and slipped them on gratefully. Kate noted that the panties were high cut and would expose a fair amount of bottom cheek even in the normal position. This did not bode well for modesty when bending over or climbing stairs, and even less for spankings. Blouses were easy and skirts were not much of a problem, although the skirt Kate received was a bit shorter than she would prefer, she figured she would get used to it.

Finally, all four girls were properly dressed, minus the blazers. Gail lined them up and gave them a quick inspection. "OK that is acceptable for now. Let’s go get some lunch and we'll meet with the others in the main lounge at 1:00 sharp. And you four had better be there on time or those panties will be coming down again. Now scoot."

END OF PART 1

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