College Girl Kate

College Girl Kate 4

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 2E11 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.

Connie Armstrong – (19) from Ames, Iowa – lives in Suite 2W6 of Fawn Hall.

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.

Part 4

Kate and Connie made it to their History class without incident other than a few snickers and teasing comments on their exposed panties and the red bottoms which their bikini briefs did not come close to covering. Their History professor, Mrs. Wiggins, smiled frostily as they entered the classroom and handed her the notes from their previous instructor.

"Ah, I see you have made the acquaintance of Mr. Talbot for your first class," she commented. "You should consider yourself fortunate that he let you keep your panties. Sometimes I get girls coming to me with their skirts pinned up and their panties around their necks. "

"I assume you have misbehaved in your previous class so, I will keep a sharp eye on you while you are in my class. Meanwhile, please bend over my desk."

{Oh, shit, another spanking, let's hope she doesn't spend half the period talking about it like that old geezer did}

Kate and Connie bent over the desk as directed, whereupon Mrs. Wiggins lowered their panties to their knees and selected an instrument from her desk. Once again, Kate felt the cool breeze on her bare bottom as more students entered the classroom and took their seats. This was a larger classroom and there were more than forty students present, including several boys. The usual pattern of giggles and snickers persisted as the two bare-bottomed girls awaited their fate.

When the class bell rang, Mrs. Wiggins rapped for order with the paddle in her hand and addressed the class. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have two freshly spanked young ladies to introduce. On the left is Kate Brady - take a bow, Kate.'

{A bow? What the fuck does she mean by that? Damn. Do I get up and turn around? Just bob up and down? Damn, whatever I do is probably gonna be wrong.}

"SMACK - OWWW” The paddle landed full across Kate's bottom.

"Miss James has apparently forgotten how to bow," the teacher commented dryly. "The other young lady is Connie Armstrong, please show Miss Brady how to bow, Miss Armstrong."

{Oh, lord, here we go again with the small talk and word games}

Connie realized that she should do SOMETHING, so she stood erect bowed over the desk toward the blackboard and assumed her previous position.

"SMACK - OOOOW, SHIT!"

"Miss Armstrong, I asked you to bow to the class, not to moon them. And the curse word will cost you two more spanks."

"SMACK - YEOW, SMACK - OUCH!"

Subdued laughter from the class and both girls' ears burned in mortification.

"Now, Miss Brady, please try again. Bow to the class."

Kate stood up slowly turned around and made a deep bow to the classroom, blushing as she saw the amusement on the faces of the other students.

"Very good, Miss Brady. Now Miss Armstrong, please bow to the class."

{This whole fucking faculty has got to be made up of sadists, why couldn't I have gone to Long Island State, like my Mommy wanted me to?}

Connie managed to complete the required maneuver without drawing another swat and both girls stood facing the class and trying to ignore the stares, giggles and titters. Apparently, Mrs. Wiggins did not enforce the "no giggles" rule as Mr. Talbot had, because nobody was admonished.

"Very well children, back over the desk." Mrs. Wiggins directed. As they obeyed, once again treating their classmates to the sight of two red globes, the middle-aged woman explained to the class. "My policy is that when a girl comes into class with her skirt pinned up, she needs a bit of a reminder to behave properly. So, these girls will get five swats each with the paddle. They will count the swats as they receive them."

She bounced the paddle gently on Kate's left bottom cheek, drew back and let fly.

"SMACK - One, ma'am"

She tapped Connie's bottom and swung again.

"SMACK" - One, ma'am" from Connie “Two ma'am”, from Kate. The class burst into laughter.

"Dear me, these girls seem to be thoroughly confused. You would think that young ladies of college material would be able to follow simple instructions. And surely, they should be able to tell on whose bottom a spank has landed. Well, I guess we'll have to start all over again.

More laughter.

{Bitch, bitch, bitch and the kids in the class are just lapping it up. Kate and Connie, the bare-bottom comedy team - smack our bottoms and laugh at us}

"I will explain in simple terms." Mrs. Wiggins explained in the slow, exaggerated voice usually reserved for three-year-olds. "I will give each of you five swats with the paddle and I will alternate bottoms. When each of you receives a swat, you will count it out loud and thank me. But only count the swats that land on your own bottoms. Let me demonstrate to be sure we have it right.

"SMACK" "One, thank you, ma'am" (from Kate)

"SMACK" "One, thank you, ma'am" (from Connie)

"Excellent, you both have succeeded in identifying your own bottoms. This is real progress.

(Roars of laughter from the class.)

"Now we can begin the actual spanking." Mrs. Wiggins said with feigned satisfaction. "We will begin with one and progress to - what number class?"

"Five," the class roared.

"SMACK" - "One, thank you, ma'am"

"SMACK" - "One, thank you, ma'am"

This time both girls were able to get through the entire five swats without error. Mrs. Wiggins put the paddle on the desk and looked around. She pointed to two girls seated in the center portion of the first row of seats. "You two please move to other seats, I want to keep these two children where I can keep a careful eye on them."

She then addressed Kate and Connie. "You will leave your panties at your knees and take the seats in the front row that were just vacated."

The two mortified girls waddled over to the indicated seats and sat down, accompanied by thunderous applause from the rest of the class.

{I will kill that broad. I will, I will, I will.}

Kate entertained vivid images of the duration and nature of the tortures that would accompany Miss Wiggins' demise.

The rest of the class was uneventful except that both girls were called upon to make notes on the backboard and had to waddle back and forth with their panties still hobbling their knees. This, of course, brought forth more roars of laughter from their classmates.

Finally, the class was over, they were allowed to pull up their panties and lower their skirts. They managed to get through the rest of their classes that day without incident.

On her return to the dorm, Kate was dismayed to find a note on her door. "All girls living in the East Wing of Floor 2 will report to the second-floor lounge, Room 2N02 at 7:30. Uniform is pajamas.”

" Another meeting – probably another spanking. I wonder what the penalty is for running away," she thought grimly as she washed up for dinner. "I'll probably have to spend the rest of the term nude and get spanked five times a day with my luck."

END OF PART 4

TO BE CONTINUED

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