Designated Spanker

Designated Spanker 5

By Red Rover

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DESIGNATED SPANKER – Part 5

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. Any resemblance to real people living or dead is coincidental. This story is Copyright 2017 by Red Rover. All rights reserved.

Viewpoint characters:

Roberta Morgan, age 42, widow. Daughters: Dana (19), Kathy (17) and Victoria (15)

Frank Collins, age 38, single, Lawyer and trustee for Morgan family trust.

Christine Edwards, age 39, divorced, Daughters, Alison (19), Amanda (17) Son: Mark (12).

Maria Alvarez, age 44, divorced, Sons Richard (23) and Ramon (11) Daughters Gina (19) and Lucia (13)

Debra Higgins, age 37, husband Frank (38), Daughter Jennifer (16), Sons Mike (9) and Caleb (6)

Victoria (Vikki) has taken over management of the Morgan family since the death of her father, George Morgan. She manages the household and disciplines the older girls. Family business is taken care of with the assistance of Frank Collins who manages the substantial family trust. The Morgans are well-off but Roberta is not skilled at discipline, money management or any other management areas.

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Part 5

French class was coming to an end when the teacher, Mrs. Garrison, got a message on her cell phone. She looked out over the class. "Victoria, you have study hall next period, right?"

"Yes, ma'am." Vikki Morgan responded. "Is there a problem?"

"Apparently," the teacher replied. "I have a message that you are to report to the principal’s office instead of your study hall. She says to 'bring your equipment', whatever that means."

Vikki sighed in relief. That meant that she was not the one in trouble. Not that she often got into trouble, but 15-year-old girls are far from perfect and she was well aware of that.

So, it was with interest more than trepidation that she stopped by her locker to drop off her backpack and pick up her tool bag. She arrived at the office and found three junior girls, Jennifer Higgins, Sandy Barton and a girl whose first name was Linda, but whose last name she had forgotten. All three were sitting on the "couch of doom” as it was called by those whose last comfortable sitting for a few days was done on it.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson,” Vikki greeted the principal.

"Hello Vikki,” Mrs. Johnson smiled. "I'm glad to see you, but I am afraid your little friend Jennifer is not."

Jennifer bristled at the "little" description, but wisely said nothing. She was, in fact, considerably smaller at 16 than Victoria was at 15. But she realized that antagonizing anybody at this point would not be in her best interests.

"So, what is the situation?" Vikki asked.

"These three girls were caught smoking in an exercise room in the girls' gym,” the principal replied. "When Miss Chadwick spotted them, they claimed there had been two boys smoking and that the boys had escaped through the back door into the boys' gym. They said that they had not been smoking."

"And did you check this out?" Vikki asked, knowing the answer but feeling obliged to ask the question.

"Oh, yes. Mr. Marcos was waxing the floor in the boys' gym at the time and he said nobody came through that door."

"And all three were smoking and all three lied about it?"

"Yes, to both," Mrs. Johnson responded. The three girls looked about to burst into tears.

Vikki nodded. "So, I guess I am here to deal with Jennifer."

"Correct." the principal responded. "Linda's mother is coming in to spank her in about an hour. Mrs. Barton has asked me to paddle Sandy and Jennifer's mother has referred me to you."

Vikki nodded again. Since this is my first time giving a spanking in school, I want to make sure you are OK with my methods. You know that I spank on the bare bottom with a hairbrush, right?"

Jennifer squirmed in her seat and blushed bright red. Mrs. Johnson smiled. "Yes, we are all OK with that. To keep this as private as possible, you can witness my paddling Sandy and I will witness your spanking of Jennifer."

"That's fine with me," Vikki responded.

"Good, Linda, you wait here, Sandy and Jennifer into the conference room," the principal directed.

The two girls glumly followed Vikki into the conference room and Mrs. Johnson followed them.

"You know, Vikki, I am really glad they brought back the spanking and paddling options last year," Mrs. Johnson remarked. "Two years ago, we would have had to suspend these girls and it would have gone on their records. With a spanking, they get punished, but it never goes beyond the school."

Vikki nodded in agreement but the two young culprits looked dubious.

"Do you mind if I go first?" Mrs. Johnson asked.

"No problem," Vikki responded. "While Sandy is getting her paddling, Jennifer can be getting prepared. OK Jennifer, off with your clothes, I want you in bra, panties and socks. Too bad we don't have your spanking jammies here so you could wear them home on the school bus for all your friends to see."

Jennifer blanched. "You wouldn't do that to me, Vikki. Would you?"

Vikki gave an evil chuckle. "Not this time, but keep a pair of your regular jammies in your locker just in case I change my mind."

Jennifer shook her head in dismay, but started disrobing, knowing the folly of further argument.

Mrs. Johnson addressed Sandy. "OK, let me check to make sure you have nothing in your back pockets or under your jeans."

Sandy submitted to the pat-down and bent over the conference room table in the traditional position, presenting the seat of her tight-fitting jeans for the dreaded paddle.

Mrs. Johnson picked up the large wooden paddle and rubbed it over Sandy's trembling bottom. "Now you know that the penalty for smoking is ten swats and the penalty for lying to a teacher is six swats. The daily limit on swats is ten, so I am going to give you ten today, which is Thursday and the remaining six on Monday at close of school. This will give your bottom time to recover over the weekend. Do you understand?"

"Y-y-y-yes, Mrs. Johnson, the frightened girl stammered.

Arlene Johnson had attended college on a basketball scholarship and kept herself in shape over the years. Her prowess with the paddle was such that even the football players dreaded an encounter with it. She didn't paddle the girls as hard as the boys, but it was still a hard punishment, even over heavy jeans. Everybody was very grateful that the School Board had decided against using paddles with holes.

"OK Sandy, first swat coming. Don't move or put your hands back there or the swat won't count."

SMACK!!! The first swat connected with the center of the girl's bottom, bringing forth a loud squeal of pain.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Three more in a regular cadence, Sandy howled in pain and her fists pounded the heavy wood table as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

SMACK!! SMACK!! After the sixth smack, Sandy howled like a banshee and jumped to her feet.

"Oh, dear, that one won't count." Mrs. Johnson said. "Jennifer, go over and hold her hands so she doesn't jump around so much."

Jennifer, now dressed only in her underwear, moved across the table from Sandy and took a firm grip on both her hands. “Five more to go, Sandy," The principal said compassionately. "Try to be brave, honey."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! This set of three seemed to be a bit less powerful than the previous six, but Sandy was bawling uncontrollably between hiccups and panting. Mrs. Johnson paused for a moment to let the chastened girl catch her breath.

"OK, honey, last two. Hang in there like a brave little girl."

SMACK!!! SMACK!!! The last two swats were full force and Sandy yowled at the top of what was left of her voice. She lay limp across the table as Mrs. Johnson put away the paddle and rubbed her back gently. Meanwhile Jennifer stroked her friend's hair, making soothing noises and sliding a towel under the weeping teen's face to catch the tears, snot and saliva that was puddling on the tabletop.

Even Vikki was moved. She had never seen a ten-swat paddling before and had only a general idea of its severity. She decided to modify her own plans for Jennifer's spanking.

After a few minutes, Sandy’s breathing was back to normal and her crying was reduced to a few whimpers, though the tears still coursed freely down her cheeks. Mrs. Johnson helped her over to a couch and sat down beside her, holding the sobbing teen in her arms and soothing her. Unable to sit, even on the plush couch, Sandy curled up on her side with her head in the woman's lap as tremors wracked her slim body.

Vikki turned away and pulled her hairbrush from her tool bag. "OK, Jennifer, it's your turn, now."

Jennifer, who had already been crying in sympathy with her friend, burst into tears again. "Please, Vikki, don't be too hard on me. "I’m really, really sorry."

"I’m sure you are, but you still need to be severely punished. Smoking is inexcusable and lying makes it even worse. You know that smoking is a Level 4 on my scale and lying is Level 3. 7 swats per year of age comes to 112 hairbrush swats. I had originally planned on breaking that into two sessions, but I think that may be too harsh. So, what I am going to do is give you 30 swats today, 30 tomorrow, Friday, 30 more on Monday and 22 on Tuesday. That adds up to 112 over four sessions with the weekend in the middle to recover.”

Jennifer gulped. "112 swats, that's a lot of spanking."

Vikki nodded. "Yes, it is, but you see what Sandy just went through. Do you think you deserve to get off lightly? And we don't know what Linda's mother will do to her."

Vikki cleared a space at the end of the conference table and pulled out a heavy armless chair. "OK, little girl, over my lap and we'll get started."

Jennifer gave a little whimper and lowered herself over Vikki's left knee. Vikki grasped the waistband of the teen's panties and gradually pulled them down to her knees as the frightened girl continued to whimper. Then she gripped both of Jennifer's legs with her right leg and clamped tight. This brought the smaller girl's bottom up into prime spanking position and prevented her from kicking her legs or trying to escape. Jennifer found that she could just barely touch the carpet with the extended fingers of her hand and squirmed an inch or so forward to get a more stable position. Vikki accepted this as it moved the other girl's bottom an inch or so higher and made her sit-spots an easier target.

Vikki patted Jennifer's bottom. "First, a little hand spanking for warmup."

Jennifer groaned but Vikki began slapping the older girl's bare bottom in a moderate rhythm that gradually increased in intensity until her bottom was blushing a moderate pink. Jennifer bore the hand spanking stoically for a while but began to sniffle and twitch her bottom as the heat and pain increased. By the time Vikki had worked up to full strength hand spanks, Jennifer was crying softly and squirming as much as she could with her legs pinned.

"OK, kiddo, now for the hard part," Vikki stated, reaching for the heavy hairbrush and rubbing the smooth wooden back over Jennifer's already warm bottom.

"Oh, Vikki, not too hard, I-I-I-I'll be good, I will, I will, I will, I promise."

"Promises are easy, you need something to keep your memory alive,” Vikki said sternly. "I don't want to have to do this every month for the next five years."

"Oh, God, five years?" Jennifer almost lost it at that point. She was wondering how she would survive Monday and Tuesday's spankings, let alone five years of regular sessions with Vikki's hairbrush.

Vikki raised the hairbrush and brought it down with a loud SMACK in the center of Jennifer's right buttock. Jennifer's scream of pain and terror was interrupted by an equally hard smack to her left buttock. By the tenth spank. the girl was bawling uncontrollably, her legs twitching helplessly against Vikki's pinning leg and her bottom bouncing up and down in time with the rhythm of the tormenting hairbrush.

Vikki spanked in spurts of three, four and five spanks, interspersed with short pauses to let the blubbering teen recover her breath in time for the next series. When the 30th spank had been delivered, Jennifer lay limp and helpless over the younger girl's lap, sobbing in total misery.

Mrs. Johnson and Vikki soothed their respective charges until the girls had recovered sufficiently to get up and move around, still crying and rubbing their blistered bottoms. Jennifer re-dressed happy that she had worn relatively loose slacks that day instead of tight jeans.

As Mrs. Johnson, Vikki and the two spanked girls signed the required school paperwork, a large, visibly angry woman stormed into the office. Drawing a huge wooden bath brush from her purse she exclaimed to the terrified young girl cowering on the couch, "Linda Marie McDonald, you are in SO much trouble,"

END of Part 5

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