College Girl Kate

College Girl Kate 3

By Red Rover

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COLLEGE GIRL KATE

By Red Rover

Main Characters:

Freshman Girls:

Kate Brady – (18), from Long Island, New York. Lives in Suite E11 of Fawn Hall

Rachel Miller - (18) Kate’s roommate, from Marion, Ohio.

Kara Floyd - (20) from Tampa, Florida. Lives across the hall from Kate and Rachel.

Laura Campbell - (19) from Liberty, Kansas. Kara's roommate.

Counselors: (Counselors live in an apartment in the dorm and are responsible for 48 girls.)

Gail Weathers - (28) Assistant Professor of English,

Warren Weathers - (31) Gail's husband. Associate Professor of Chemistry.

NOTE: The freshman girls’ dormitory at McClintock College, called Fawn Hall, is a four-story building. The first floor houses the cafeteria, lounges, a small gym, training rooms, laundry rooms and other accessory facilities. The upper three floors are basically identical dormitory sections. Each floor has three wings. The North wing holds an apartment for the Faculty Residents – married couples who are in charge of their respective floors, smaller rooms for Student Mentors and a lounge for residents. The East and West wings each hold six suites, each containing a small common room, a bathroom and two bedrooms, each bedroom occupied by two girls. Kate and Rachel live in room E11A, Kara and Laura live in in E11B.

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Part 3

The four girls from suite E11 wandered into their suite looking a bit overwhelmed. Laura was quick to remind them of the “Pajama rule.” While there were no formal bedtimes, all girls in the dormitory after 8 PM were required to be in their pajamas, with no underclothing. This rule was enforced by the SM’s who had full access to all areas of the buildings.

As the four girls scrambled into their PJ’s, Rachel whined, “You know they are treating us like grade-school kids, not like the young adults that we are supposed to be.”

Kara laughed out loud. “Rachel, you know damn well that we ARE little kids in ways that matter. None of us is remotely close to being adults. I’m twenty years old, twenty-one in two months. I should be in my third year of college now. But I had to repeat the eighth grade because of ‘behaviour problems’ and I got kicked out of two colleges for the same reason. I KNOW that I’m an immature brat and so are all the girls in this dorm. That’s why we are all here instead of a grown-up college.”

Laura nodded. “She’s right. You notice that none of the faculty called us ‘women’ or even ‘young women’ like they do in REAL colleges. They call us ‘girls’, ‘kids’, ‘children’ and worse. We’re all somewhere between age 10 and 13 mentally and emotionally.”

“Yeah,” Kate grumbled. “Did you notice that there are no locks on any of the doors? Not the door to the suite, our bedrooms doors or even the bathroom doors. Anybody can walk in on us any time. Other girls, the faculty or even the SM’s. How would you like sitting on the can and having some guy our age walk in on you?”

Laura shuddered. “Gross. But the only guys allowed above the first floor are the SM’s and they are used to seeing little girls’ bare bottoms all the time.”

Kara chortled. “Now you’re doing it too. You just called us ‘little girls’ just like they do.”

Rachel sighed. “Well, we won’t solve anything tonight. We really better go to bed like good little girls. Tomorrow is going to be another long day. Let’s hope we can get through it without another spanking.”

“Anybody want to bet on that?” Kate asked.

There were no takers, so the four wandered off to bed, all sleeping on their tummies for obvious reasons.

The girls got up on time the next morning and made it through breakfast without incident. Kate's first class was English 101 which started at 8:00 AM. Somehow, she lingered a bit too long on the building steps gossiping with Kara, whose first class was not until 9:00 AM.

As the bell rang in the classroom building, Kate realized that she was late for her very first class. She also realized that she had forgotten the room number and had to look at each door before she found the one that said, "English 101 - Mr. Talbot." By the time she had recovered her breath and a small degree of self-possession, it was 8:06. She entered the room as quietly as she could, hoping to sneak into a seat without being noticed.

No such luck. the door was right next to then teacher's desk and Mr. Talbot, a short, middle aged man with a pencil moustache and a tired look was standing right next to her.

"Ah, another young lady has decided to grace us with her presence, " he sneered. "And, my dear child, are you one of my students or just some lost waif wandering the hallways of life in search of fulfillment?"

"I - I -I am a student, Sir," the flustered teen replied. "Kate Brady, Sir."

Talbot checked the printout on his clipboard and made a note. "So you are, young lady, so you are. I would have judged you to be a few years too young for college, but, be that as it may, you are in the right place. You are not on time, however, and for that you will be punished. Please face the chalkboard and bend over my desk."

Kate blushed furiously noting that there were over twenty students in the class including two boys in civilian clothing and one in uniform. She bent over the desk and grasped the far edge.

Talbot lifted up her short skirt and tucked the hem into the waistband, thus affording the whole class a prime view of Kate's bikini panties and much of her bottom as well.

"I see that you are wearing a paddle pin, my child," Talbot remarked. "Was that just awarded to you this week?"

"-Y-Y-Yes, Sir,” Kate admitted. "Yesterday, Sir."

"I see," the professor remarked thoughtfully. "Now, you are aware that different instructors have different procedures for discipline, within some general guidelines, are you not?"

"Yes, Sir,” Kate answered. This was getting worse and worse. Not only was she going to be spanked, she was going through a "Twenty Questions" session with her bottom almost bare and exposed to the whole class, including three boys.

"One of the options involves whether or not the offender's bottom is bared. I usually spank on the panties for the first offense, but in the case of girls wearing paddle pins, I lower their panties even for the first offense."

Putting his words into action, Talbot lowered Kate's panties to a point just below her bottom.

"You also understand that I may, in the future, lower your panties to your knees or even to your ankles, do you not?"

'Yes, Mr. Talbot," the mortified girl responded. More question-and-answer and now the class was looking at her fully bare bottom. Somebody giggled and Kate almost lost it, making an involuntary squirming motion that brought forth several more giggles.

Talbot looked annoyed. "This is not an occasion for entertainment. If there are any further outbursts of that nature, the young lady responsible will find herself next to Miss Brady and will fully share her punishment plus five extra strokes."

Talbot made a close inspection of Kate's bottom, running his fingers over the barely visible marks of her previous spankings. "Your bottom seems to have recovered quite quickly form your previous punishment, Miss James. Do you normally heal this rapidly?”

"I-I-I- guess so, Sir" Kate responded cautiously. "I haven't been spanked much in the past few years."

{DAMN - that was dumb, opening it up for more conversation!}

"Ah, it appears that a significant part of your education has been neglected,” Talbot mused. "Well I am sure we will make up for that here. Discipline is important for a young girl's journey into adulthood, is it not?"

"Yes, Sir." Kate responded

{Short answers, don't give him an opening for more conversation.}

"Just so." the professor mused. "Now it comes to deciding the number of strokes to be delivered and the instrument for delivery. of those strokes. Now Miss Brady, what is the standard penalty for being late to class?"

Kate was dumbfounded. She should have read the damned penalty lists more carefully!

U-u-uh, ten strokes plus one per minute," she guessed.

"Not quite. Does anybody know the correct answer?"

(DAMN again!! Now we have the class answering questions and I'm still showing my bare bottom to everybody in the room and I am starting to sweat where my bare tummy is pressing on the desktop.)

"Yes, the young lady in the second row Miss, uh Davenport?"

"Twenty stokes, Sir?"

"Also, incorrect. The proper answer is five strokes plus one for each minute late. Since Miss James was six minutes late, she would normally receive five for being late and six for the six minutes of tardiness for a total of eleven. But since she asked for ten plus the six, we will give her the full sixteen. Do you understand that, Miss Brady?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Very good, now that we have established the number of strokes to be administered, we must decide upon the means of delivery. What are the allowable devices to be used on tardy students, Miss Brady?"

Kate racked her brain. {fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck - I'm gonna be standing here with my bare ass in the air all morning.} "Uh, Paddle, ruler and strap, Sir?"

Talbot shook his head in mock dismay. "My dear child, you don't seem to have studied very well. The strap is not to be used for tardiness and you forgot about the hand. That's two errors, so we will add two strokes to your spanking for a total of eighteen."

"You know that most instructors give a simple hand spanking for most trivial offenses. I might simply have put you over my knee, raised your skirt and spanked you eleven times on your panties. Do you know why I have elaborated so much on the procedure, Miss James?"

{Because you're a dirty old man who likes to look at little girls' bottoms and show off your power to scare the other kids}

Aloud, she said, “No, Sir"

"This little demonstration is to impress upon you and the other students the importance of following school rules and even more so, the importance of KNOWING the school rules. Do you think you have learned something this morning, Miss Brady?"

"Yes, Sir," Kate responded.

{I've learned that you are a sadistic bastard who should be castrated and shot}

At that point, Kate's uncomfortable position betrayed her and a sharp spasm convulsed her lower body so that her bottom gyrated wildly for a few seconds. There were a few giggles and one loud titter from the class and her face blushed bright red.

Mr. Talbot had been watching out of the corner of his eye and spotted the girl who had tittered. "Miss Armstrong, will you step forward please."

Connie Armstrong whom Kate had met briefly the previous day, gave out a gasp of despair and walked slowly to the front of the room.

Talbot smiled at the prospect of another victim, "Well, Miss Armstrong, do you remember what I said a few minutes ago about outbursts from the class?'

"Yes, Sir," Connie replied tremulously.

"And what was that?"

"Th-th-that any girl who laughed at Kate would share her punishment plus five strokes, Sir." Connie tried to cover all the bases.

"Very good, Miss Armstrong." At least you have learned to listen to instructions, but you don't seem to have made much progress in obeying them, have you?"

"Umm, No, Sir." Connie answered.

{Oh, God, I am still showing off my bare ass to the world and now THEY are playing twenty questions. Why can't he just spank me and deal with her afterwards?}

"Well Miss Armstrong, it is time for you to assume your proper position next to Miss Brady on the desk," the professor stated.

Connie reluctantly bent over the desk and whimpered a bit as Talbot secured her skirt and lowered her panties to expose her full bare bottom. Talbot carefully examined the fresh bottom. "It would appear, Miss Armstrong, that you have not been spanked during your brief tenure at McClintok. Is that true."

"That is correct, Sir," Connie said. "I have not been spanked while I have been here."

Talbot spent a few moments rearranging the two bottoms so that they were touching each other. Kate could feel the warmth of Connie's bottom cheeks and was sure the other girl was blushing as strongly as she was.

"You girls may hold hands, if you wish," Talbot offered. "It may help you stay in position."

Kate reached out toward Connie and her right hand grasped Connie's left hand. Both girls squeezed gently, and it did feel a little reassuring.

Talbot surveyed the situation and readjusted the two bottoms one last time. "Since we have a rather larger target here with two bottoms instead of one, I believe the instrument of choice will be the ruler. This is my personal favorite, a heavy wooden 24-inch model that has brought tears to the eyes of many naughty little girls over the years."

"Now for the ground rules: I will alternate spanking between the two bottoms. Miss Brady will receive eighteen spanks and Miss Armstrong will receive twenty-three. Both of you will remain in place until both have received their full quota. If you raise your body up off the desk or lift your feet off the floor, the stroke will not count. If you let go of the other girl's hand, both of you will receive an extra stroke. If you use a curse word or foul language, you will receive an extra stroke per word. Do you understand these rules?"

"Y-yes, Sir,' from both girls.

"Good, now rise up onto your tiptoes and push your bottoms up and out for maximum exposure. Good." Talbot moved over and pressed the two bottoms more closely together.

"Do not move from this position until I tell you to do so."

{Oh, God, here it comes, and now I have the urge to pee.} Kate thought frantically. {If I start the school year by peeing on the teacher's desk in my first class, I am doomed forever. I might as well enter a convent. But Methodists don't have convents, do they? Well if they do, they probably spank girls there, too.}

Talbot drew back his arm and let fly with the first stroke. It struck Connie full on the center of her buttocks and both girls screamed. The next stroke on Kate's bottom produced the same results. Talbot spanked at a steady pace with surprising strength for a small man. the girls noticed almost immediately that the long ruler caused the spanks to overlap bottoms so that Connie received a partial spank every time Kate got a full spank and vice versa.

Both girls were weeping by the tenth spank and their bottoms were squirming in unison like a synchronized swimming team. This observation brought a broad smile to Mr. Talbot's face and more covert smiles to the class members who were wary about joining the two victims over the desk.

Kate got one penalty stroke for lifting her upper body off the desk, but Connie was able to withstand the full twenty-three strokes. Both girls were bawling uncontrollably by that time and they were slumped over the desk in a state of exhaustion. Talbot stepped up and ran his hands over both hot red bottoms, stroking, rubbing and patting here and there.

"You took your punishment quite well, children," he stated. "You may now stand up and return to your seats."

They stood up shakily and rubbed their sore bottoms. Kate reached down and drew up her panties to cover as much as possible.

"Just a moment, Miss Brady," Talbot remarked sharply, “Just what do you think you are doing?"

"P-p-p-pulling up my panties, Sir," Kate stammered.

"Were you told to pull up your panties, Miss Brady?"

"N-N-N-No, Sir."

"Then don't do it. Now bend over the desk again."

Kate gave out a stifled sob and resumed the hated position. Talbot stepped forward and pulled her panties back down. He then delivered two very hard spanks with the ruler - aimed at the junction between bottom and thighs. Kate yowled in pain and frustration.

"Stand up, Miss Brady." Talbot said calmly. "Now both you girls will keep your panties at half-mast and your skirts tucked into your waistbands for the duration of the class. There is nothing quite like the feeling of a freshly spanked bare bottom on a hard-wooden chair to remind a young lady of her responsibilities."

"When you leave the classroom, and are out in the hallway, you may pull your panties back up to their normal position. You will, however, keep your skirts tucked up and your panties exposed until you enter your next classroom. I will provide each of you with a note for your next teacher. He or she will verify that my orders are carried out. If not, you will find yourself back in the same position next class. Is that perfectly clear?"

"Yes, Sir," both girls meekly replied.

Kate and Connie squirmed uncomfortably through the rest of the class and made a point of walking very slowly out of the classroom when the next bell rang. Once in the hallway, they stopped to examine the damage on each other's bottom before pulling up their panties.

"Wow, that’s gotta be burning something fierce, Connie said. "I know mine is."

"Yeah, it's a major fire for sure," Kate replied. "Where is your next class?'

"History 101, Butler building, room 215,” Connie replied. "At 10 O'clock. I have an hour to kill."

"Really? That's my next class too. Kewl." Kate responded. "Let's find some place with soft chairs where we can sit for a while. I don't really want to show off my red bottom to any more people that I have to."

"Right on, " Connie said. "but one thing."

"What?" Kate asked.

"We hafta stop meeting like this."

END OF PART 3

TO BE CONTINUED

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