Chapter 13

When the Colonel returned to the classroom twenty minutes later, Anna had stopped sobbing but her head was still over the textbook. She was writing away as fast as she could.

“Time's up, Anna,” he said, taking his seat behind the desk. “Bring up your work.”

Pale-cheeked and eyes red-rimmed, Anna got up and handed in the sheet of paper with the textbook. She was aware she had not quite finished and hoped there were not too many mistakes. Unless one had been an expert linguist, it was virtually impossible to complete the set-piece in time. And Anna was no expert.

The Colonel tut-tutted when he saw the passage was not complete. Then, using another 'crib', he began to mark the errors. Time and again his blue pencil slashed and each time it did so, Anna seemed to flinch a little.

“Another poor effort,” he said gravely, when he had finished marking. “You don't seem at all up to your work today, girl. What is the explanation?”

“I... I don't know, Sir,” answered Anna weakly. “I'm t-trying very hard, Sir.” She knew it was no use making excuses. They were never accepted.

“But obviously you are not trying hard enough.” The Colonel looked almost sorrowful.

“P-please, Sir...” began Anna. After such a spanking, she was well aware that any subsequent punishment would be doubly painful.

“So,” continued the Colonel, ignoring her interruption, “I think the time has come to stimulate your grey matter...”

“Oh no, please... No,” she begged. “Plee....eease, Sir...”

“Silence, girl! Bend over my desk and take your pants down. You're getting a taste of the paddle!”

Anna gulped, her hands clenching and unclenching. But she didn't hesitate more than a moment two to obey the order. She bent across from the front of the desk and pulled down her thick cotton bloomers and baggy knickers once more. The Colonel picked up the paddle and moved around and surveyed the rosy-hued bottom. A very deep rosy colour.

“Grip tight,” he said. Anna's knuckles clenched white on the far edge of the desk. "You're getting a dozen.” The bottom flesh gave a convulsive quiver. “Any interference and you get the stroke again plus two extra. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” whispered Anna. That routine was familiar to her. She gritted her teeth. It was going to be difficult with her bottom so burning-sore... and she certainly didn't want any extra.

Splatt!

The leather-covered paddle cracked down across both buttock cheeks. It wasn't a particularly thick one, but it made Anna gasp and squirm quite adequately. An even deeper-hued welt overlaid the rosy background.

Splatt!

This time a little lower down the curve of the bottom.

“Oh... owww!” gasped Anna, squirming even more. Of course, the paddle didn't hurt as much as the cane but, being so tender, it almost seemed to. Anna's knuckles grew even whiter.

Splatt!

Lower still... almost to the join of the buttocks and thighs.

“OH... ow... oww!”

Oh how deliciously it makes her squirm, the Colonel thought. If I wanted to, he thought, I could give her twice this number.

Spplatt!

“Owwwww!”

He caught the Anna right across the join of the buttocks and she lost her grip of the desk for an instant.

Skilfully, he swung the paddle again and caught her in precisely the same place.

Spplatt!

“OOOWWW... OOOWWW!”

This time Anna did lose her grip and one arm came flying back involuntarily. But only for a moment. Quickly Anna got a grip again but her bottom was still squirming when the sixth stroke fell. Deliberately, for the third time in succession, the Colonel laid it on in precisely the same place.

Spplatt!

“Yeeooowww... aahh... OOWWW!”

Gasping, crying out, Anna squirmed right down to her knees on the floor and clasped her hands to her wriggling, jerking bottom.

“M-Mercy... mercy... Sir... plee... please...” begged Anna.

She was not so much begging for him to cease the paddling (no chance!) but not to continue to lay it on in exactly the same place.

The Colonel had no intention of doing so, but that had nothing whatsoever to do with Anna's pleas. He simply had other ideas as to how he was going to proceed with the last half dozen.

Meanwhile, with a kind of desperation, Anna had got up off the floor and flung herself back over the desk. She must be ready for the stroke to come. Or else.

“Take your knickers right off, girl,” he ordered. He was much enjoying himself. Certainly, already, Anna was going to find it painful to sit down for the next twenty-four hours.

The dark bloomers and knickers were around Anna's ankles and she stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. A deep sob shook her. She knew what was to happen.

“Straddle your legs... wide...” came the order.

Feeling, as ever, the shame of her action, Anna did so, displaying herself flagrantly. Though she had to do it scores of times before, her cheeks till seemed to burn as deeply as her bottom.

“Wider than that...”

Anna complied, gritting her teeth even tighter. What was to come was just as painful, if not more so, than the repeated strokes on the lower part of the overhang.

With seeming casualness, the Colonel gazed on the spectacle before him. Delicious. Quite delicious. He swung the paddle and laid it across the very top of Anna's left thigh. On the tender-white inside of the thigh.

Anna cried out in anguish, head jerking back... yet somehow she maintained her grip.

“Oh... oh... God... h-have... mercy!”

Again the paddle swung and this time it fell across the top of the right thigh. The perfect counterpart to the stroke which had just fallen across the left.

Another terrible cry from Anna. Another despairing plea. Yet, in her heart, she knew she would get no mercy.

The next four strokes, which fell at measured intervals, were cruel indeed. Each one had Anna squirming down to her knees on the floor, clasping her hands to her tormented flesh. For each of the two strokes on each of the thighs fell in precisely the same place. On the very tenderest flesh... which got even more tender each stroke! Little wonder that Anna cried out in such anguish or that her pleas grew more frantic. When it was at last over, Anna remained on her knees in front of the desk, her face buried in her hands, the hot tears trickling through her fingers. She wept not only on account of the unrelenting pain but because of the sheer inhuman injustice of the treatment she had received. There was no rhyme or reason for it. Yet, of course, she dare not... would not think of... complaining. Rather to the contrary.

“Have you anything to say, girl?” came that cruel, calm voice from above her.

“Mmmff... mmmfff... th-thank y-you, Sir for c-correcting m-me... mmmfff...! One never, never got used to it ...

“Leave your knickers off,” said the Colonel, going back to his own chair. He watched as Anna settled her burning bare bottom down on to the hard rough wood of her desk seat. Gingerly as she did it, she simply could not help crying out on contact.

“I hope that will concentrate your mind better next time you have a French lesson,” he said.

“Y-Ye... ss... Sir,” agreed Anna, nodding her head. Would it, though, she wondered? In any event. this monster could always find some other excuse for tormenting her! She simply could not check her tears.

The Colonel realised this. For the moment, Anna had her fill. There were times when it was quite useless to give orders. A balance had to be preserved.

“Right, young lady,” he said, “we will take a short break before resuming. Go and stand in the corner until I return.”

Gasping again, Anna got up and walked stiffly across the room and stood in the corner, automatically placing her hands on the top of her head. It was the prescribed place for them under such circumstances. The Colonel walked after her and then tucked the hem of Anna's gymslip into her waistband. Bright-hued, glowing, the ample young buttocks were fully exposed. He surveyed them with unabashed satisfaction. Naughty schoolgirls deserved to be spanked! Perhaps, he thought to himself, I'll finish off the morning, later on, with a touch of the cane. That should really have her yelping!

So, with that happy thought, he left the young woman sobbing her heart out in the corner of the room.

Needless to say, Anna was in exactly the same position when the Colonel returned. Her tightly-rounded bottom cheeks were still the same bright hue but her sobs had ceased. He saw her give a shudder of apprehension as he closed the door behind him. She was aware that her ordeal of the morning was not yet over. It was simply a question of what form that ordeal took.

“You may go back to your desk,” he said. “No need to put your pants on again.” he added as she bent to pick them up from off the floor.

Anna resumed her seat with a little gasp.

“Spelling” he announced, opening a dictionary before him.

Anna sat rigidly erect, biting her lower lip furiously, striving to check her tears and concentrate her mind. Spelling mistakes were punishable. Usually one stroke for every mistake in a word. Plus one extra. But strokes with what, wondered Anna. The instrument varied. The Colonel clarified the situation but did not exactly put Anna at her ease by taking down and placing the slim, hooked-handled cane on top of his desk. Oh God, the thought of that on her so-tender flesh! Anna felt her buttocks clench convulsively upon the hard wooden seat where they rested.

“Philosophy...” he said.

Anna, taking her time, got it right.

“Lilliputian...”

Anna, taking her time, got it wrong. One L and two P's.

The Colonel explained the error with a little frown and picked up the cane. He stood up, flexing it lightly. “Come out here, girl,” he ordered. Biting her lower lip even more furiously, Anna obeyed. Hideously reluctant as she was, she dare do nothing else. Sterner penalties awaited any delay, let alone disobedience. “Bend over and touch your toes,” came the second order. And again it was obeyed.

Her gymslip rode right up to expose the taut, rose-and-red cheeks. The Colonel sawed the cane across them gently, seeing them twitch with dread.

“How do you spell 'Lilliputian'?” he asked, with seeming calm.

“L... I... double L ... “ began the girl. And at that point where she had made her first mistake, the cane rose and fell swiftly across her bottom. With an anguished yelp, Anna jerked instantly erect, clasping both hands to the thin, twin-tracked weal just raised.

“Ohh... oh... ooowww... ooowww” she gasped, squirming this way and that.

“Yes... double L,” said the Colonel. “Don't forget again. Bend over... and continue.”

Anna bent over again. “I...” she began, “P...”

Again the cane whiplashed across her curving bottom and once more she gasped and squirmed with pain as her hands pressed urgently.

“Yes... one P. Continue...”

Anna bent and touched her toes, spelling out the letters until the word was completed. And as it was, the cane fell for a third time.

“OWW... OOWW!” cried the girl, squirming almost to her knees. The Colonel had deliberately given it to her with all the force of his right arm. Oh, by God, how he loved to make a girl squirm like that ... to see the burning agony in her flesh as she jerked and juddered, gasping out with pain. Oh yes, yes... there was nothing quite like it!

“Back to your place,” he said, putting the cane on the desk and resuming his seat.

Anna, now sobbing again, walked stiffly away. It seemed as if the combination of hate, despair and self-pity in her heart must burst it. No one could have been more aware that the sadist in whose power she was could make her suffer as much and for as long as he wanted!

Fifteen minutes later Anna, weeping copiously and pleading for mercy, was touching her toes for the fifth time that morning with a dozen or so bright red weals criss-crossing her buttock cheeks.

The Colonel regarded Anna's curving hindquarters. He picked up the cane and came round the desk. The pleasures of power, the pleasures of inflicting pain, were indeed unique!

“Now, where were we?” he asked in his usual benign fashion. The cane was still in his hand, the woman's bottom was still curved taut for his attention. She was trembling and sobbing, not surprising after such a spanking, followed by the paddle and then the cane.

“I... I was spelling 'kaleidoscope' S-Sir,” answered Anna.

“And got it wrong in three places, I believe?”

“Y-er... ess... Sir...”

How deliciously the buttocks clenched and re-clenched as the cane swished menacingly! What a joy to have such a 'schoolgirl' to punish as one wished! Anna was certainly having just about the toughest classroom session the Colonel had ever held.

“Start again then,” he said casually, measuring the curving buttock cheeks. He had already explained to Anna where she had gone wrong.

“K...” began the young woman.

Instantly the cane lashed down and bit, sending Anna squirming to her knees.

“Oww... owww .. oooowwwww...”

“That's right this time,” he said. Previously Anna had begun with a 'C'.

“'A'... mmmfff... mmmfff .. 'L'... mmfff...” continued a sobbing Anna as she bent yet again. “'E'... “

Once more the cane cracked down. Once more Anna yelped and squirmed.

Up again .. only to bend over again ...

“'I'... er .. er...'D'... mmmfff .. 'O'...”

For the third time the cane whistled and bit. Ssswweee... ccraaaccckkkk!

“Yer... aaah... ooowww... aahhh... OOOWWWW!” cried Anna on her knees once more, thrashing about on the carpet, hands clasping and grasping. She was fast approaching the end of her considerable nervous and physical endurance.

“Finish the word, young lady,” ordered the Colonel relentlessly. He was aware that she was virtually at the limit, but there was still one stroke to come... and she was going to get it!

Breasts heaving, her contorted features red with tears, Anna somehow dragged herself up, then bent and touched her toes.

“Continue...” said the Colonel, a thin, sadistic smile on his lips.

“'S'... 'C'... 'O'... 'P'... 'E'... “ spelled out Anna laboriously. Then, in a vain attempt to avoid what she knew must be coming, her shapely bottom twisted to one side. But she escaped nothing. The lashing cane caught her fair and square to send her writhing to her knees again.

“Oh... agh... ohhh... pleease Sir... ohh... h-have m-mercy have... mercy...” sobbed the girl.

She was quite defeated. Yet, strangely, perhaps one might think, she no longer felt any active resentment at what was being done to her. She simply wanted it to stop. For the whole thing to be over. Nothing else mattered. The repetitive pain was just too much for her.

“Stand up, girl,” ordered the Colonel, “and spell the word in total.”

Anna forced herself up, heaving with sobs, yet striving for some composure. It didn't matter that she had been utterly humiliated, that she was naked from the waist down. All that mattered was to get the spelling right.

“Any mistakes,” said the Colonel, flexing the cane, “and you'll go over my desk and get an extra half dozen. Understood?”

“Yess... Sir..” whispered the young woman. Oh God, she must get it right!

Carefully... oh so carefully... while the Colonel watched and smiled thinly, Anna spelt out the word letter by letter.

“Correct,” he said, replacing the cane on his desk.

Anna's relief was so great that a loud sob burst from her. The Colonel's smile broadened a little. He re-seated himself on his desk chair.

“Well, you have been a very careless and naughty girl this morning, haven't you?” he said.

Anna nodded her agreement. “Y-yes, Sir.” she answered. She would have agreed to anything. Oh God, how those thin weals throbbed and burnt across her tender flesh!