Chapter 14

The following week, Anna found herself once more standing in front of the Colonel. It was nearly time for her first sentence review.

“You’re a very pretty girl. But a very naughty one, too, I think. How long have you been here now?”

“Four weeks, Sir…” Already it seemed more like four months or even years since her arrival in this awful place, where each day was a living nightmare of a humiliating strict school regime of lessons, rules and corporal punishment for even the slightest infringement.

“Then no doubt you are beginning to learn to behave yourself and be a good girl in future.”

“Oh, yes, Sir… I’m really trying so hard, I really am. I’ve been ever so good since I came here.” Anna found herself pleading like child in the desperate hope of getting her sentence reduced.

“I’m sure you are,” grinned the Colonel lecherously. “And what happens to naughty girls, Anna?”

Anna bit her lips. “They ... they are punished, Sir.”

“That’s right. So I think I shall punish you. For having been naughty in the past. Before you came here. Yes ... I remember you were very naughty indeed, weren’t you? However, I shall not be too severe with you, young lady. I am an understanding man. Just a spanking, I think…”

Anna stood before him in her ridiculous schoolgirl uniform, clenching her hands in despair, her cheeks colouring at the shame and utter hopelessness of her situation. Was there no limit to the utter misery she had to endure? Yet she knew must submit to this man’s demands, however awful, if she was to have any hope of getting her sentence reduced.

“Take off you shorts, girl. And your knickers. Then get across my knees,” said the Colonel, in as calm a voice as he could contrive. Inside him the lust was throbbing fiercely. What a delight it was to be able to give such an order to a young beauty like this! To a curvaceous 28-year-old!

Eagerly the Colonel watched as Anna slipped her elasticated shorts down her long thighs to her ankles, then stepped out of them. Whether she took her knickers off or not would make no difference to the spanking. But, all the same, off those knickers were coming ...

Down they went with a wriggling of the hips... and Anna was naked from the waist down. Naked, that is, but for her schoolgirl socks and plimsolls.

“Come across my knees, Anna ...”

Trembling, Anna obeyed. She was aware that the ‘punishment’ she was about to receive, was a mere flea-bite compared with that which was normally her lot. But there was a shaming humiliation in going across this man’s knees which was far worse that the kind of shame she normally experienced.

But she had to do it ... she had to!

Anna prostrated herself face down over the dark serge thighs and felt a hand grip her waist. She gazed at the floor and gritted her teeth again.

At least, it wouldn’t hurt all that much.

But ... oohhh ... how humiliating it was!

The Colonel licked his lips, raised his podgy palm and began to slap the luscious bottom.

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap

Oh how excitingly the young flesh quivered like jelly! Oh what a lovely feeling it was to smack that ample bottom!

And to smack it again and again and again and again ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

A pity, though, she hardly made a sound ... even if he hit as hard as he could. She didn’t wriggle much either. Not like she had done when he had cracked the cane across her backside. Ah well ... he could do that again soon. At the moment, it was satisfying enough to give her this spanking.

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...

First one cheek ... and then the other ...

Left and right ... left and right ...

For as long as he liked ...

Yes... he could slap this luscious young woman’s bottom for just as long as he liked!

It was getting a shade pinker. But only a shade. It must be slapped more and more. To make it red. To make it glow. The Colonel wished his hand was harder and flatter, so that he could give the woman the kind of spanking he really wished.

For her part, Anna absorbed the slaps of the soft palm almost indifferently. It was as nothing. There was only the shame. But what did that matter in the short term? As long as the filthy swine was enjoying himself, nothing mattered. Perhaps she should wriggle more... to simulate she was suffering? Yes... maybe that would be a good idea. He would like to think he was hurting her.

Anna began to squirm her bottom seductively as each slap fell. Also to gasp out for mercy ...

“P-Please ... oh ... please ... Sir ... p-please ... no ... no ... m-more ...”

The Colonel was delighted by the sights and the sounds. Perhaps he was really getting through to this girl at last. Keep on slapping ... keep on ... hard ... hard ...hard!

My God, thought the Colonel, my palm is beginning to burn! Surely her bottom was beginning to burn too!

But Anna continued to wriggle of her own accord. And to gasp out in pretended pain. She knew that was what the Colonel wanted ... so she gave him what he wanted. The swine!

After two or three minutes, the Colonel’s arm began to tire and his flabby palm to burn too much. He gazed, with slack mouth, down on Anna’s squirming-quivering bottom. Such a beautiful bottom! Six more slaps as hard as he could ...

Slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ... slap ...slap!

Then The Colonel stopped. He was panting, red-faced, his eyes a shade glassy. Oh God ... how he was enjoying himself!

“You ... you are ... a naughty ... naughty girl...” he panted. “And ... and ... for that ... you ... ahhhh ... yes ... you have ... b-been ... punished ...”

“Yes ... Sir ... thank you Sir ... I deserved to be punished...” responded Anna. She knew that was required of her under such circumstances.

The Colonel’s hand ran over the soft-warm buttock cheeks. Oh what a delightful feel was there! Ripe fulsomeness ... glowing warmth ... secular femininity!

Ah yes ... sexual femininity ...

The Colonel licked his lips, just in time to stop himself actually dribbling. Why should he not indulge himself a little further?

Softly, lightly, he ran his hand over the warm buttock cheeks. Oh ... oh ... how delicious that was! Oh Yes ... yes! To rub ... and then squeeze. Just gently squeeze. Oh ... oh what a superb bottom it was!

Anna stood nakedly submissive.

She felt disgust. But, on the other hand, nothing was quite as difficult as she had expected it would be.

It had been a most enchanting afternoon.

The first of many ...