Pulling back the bed clothes and yawning, Anna slowly sat up on the edge of the iron bedstead, rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. The rest of the dormitory were all out of bed and in various stages of dressing. There were twenty four beds in all, twelve arranged directly opposite each other down either side of the room, with a tall locker separating each one.
The continuous noise of the bell interrupted her thoughts, urging her out of bed.
“I’m glad to hear there’s no talking going on,” she announced. It was forbidden to speak to anyone before the 7.30 bell.
Anna opened up her locker, took her blouse off its peg and laid it on the bed while she looked for some underwear. As she did so, she could hear the Warden stop by the end of her bed.
“Anna Dobson, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss,” Anna replied.
“I can’t help noticing that it’s almost twenty past seven and you’re still in your pyjamas. I’ll be back promptly at seven thirty and will pay particular attention to whether you’re properly dressed by that time and your bed is neatly turned back as it should be. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Miss,” Anna repeated, forcing out the words as politely as she could.
Anna took off her pyjama jacket, picked up the horrid bra she had been given on arrival and slipped it on, bending forward while stretching behind to do up the hooks and eyes. Removing her pyjama bottoms, she took the pair of green knickers from the drawer where she had left them on top of the pile the previous evening and wriggled into them, pulling them up and easing the elastic in the legs up over her thighs and bottom. Anna then took her blouse from the locker and put it on, shivering slightly at the coldness of the cotton against her skin. In her hurry to do it up, her trembling fingers fumbled with the little buttons until at last the collar was fastened and she knotted the tie round her neck and turned the collar down.
Aware that time was getting short, she pulled on her shorts and sat on the edge of her bed to pull on her socks and gym shoes. Quickly tidying her bed clothes, Anna stuffed her pyjamas into the drawer of her locker and closed it just as the 7.30 bell was ringing and, just in time, rushed breathlessly to the end of her bed for the inspection. The dormitory door opened immediately and the warden entered.
She began check the opposite side of the dormitory first. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of her heels tapping on the green linoleum as she slowly made her way round the room. On reaching the end, she turned with a swirl of her pleated skirt and started back down the other side until she reached Anna’s bed.
Tight-lipped, the warden stood in front of Anna for a second or two before moving behind her. There was a brief pause and then the sound of a locker being opened.
“Are these yours, Dobson?”
Anna turned to see the warden holding up the pyjamas she had hastily stuffed into her locker.
“Yes, Miss,” she replied.
“In that case, you can put them back on again. I think it’s time you had a lesson in obedience, my girl. This is the second time I’ve caught you like this.”
Anna knew better than to argue with one of the wardens. With a sigh of resignation, she took the pyjamas and, watched in silence by everyone else in the room, began to undress. First her shoes and socks, then shorts, followed by her tie and blouse before hesitating in just bra and knickers, hoping at least to be allowed to keep her underclothes on.
“Everything off. You don’t wear those in bed, do you?” the warden insisted.
Obediently, Anna removed her bra and quickly put on her pyjama jacket, fastening the buttons as she did so, before taking her knickers down and pulling on her pyjama bottoms.
The warden eyed the pyjama-clad girl.
"We take discipline extremely seriously here Dobson. Failure to tidy your clothes is a spankable offence."
The temperature of the room dropped five degrees. Anna's mouth went dry as she tried to tell herself she hadn't heard what she had just heard. Did the woman really say ‘spankable’?
As if to confirm Anna’s worst fears, the warden fetched an 18" leather-covered paddle from one of the cupboards at the end of the dormitory. Holding it in her hand she nodded to Anna. "As this is your first spanking, Dobson, I’ll make it ten."
Anna couldn't move. Her eyes were glued to the paddle as the woman approached. This couldn't be happening. "But I didn't know - I was going to fold them later!" she sputtered, tears coming to her eyes she was so frustrated. She looked up at the warden with incredulity. "You can't be serious!"
"If you argue with me I shall make it a dozen," she cautioned. "Now assume the position."
Anna didn’t know what ‘the position’ was but was horribly aware that it probably involved bending over and presenting her backside for a spanking. It had been many years since she her mother had last spanked her, but she had never forgotten how much it made her bottom sting. Cheeks burning with shame, she tucked her pyjama jacket into the elasticated waistband of her trousers and stepped into the centre of the room and bent over.
“Bend your knees and grip your ankles.”
"This isn't fair..." she whispered as she did so, thrusting her bottom out prominently behind her.
"I told you, no arguing. That's a dozen then. I want you to count them." The warden stepped up to Anna's backside and lifted the paddle in her right hand.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Oooooohhh!" squealed Anna, rising up in surprise. There had been no warning, no first stroke to let her realise what she'd got herself into. There was only the sudden rush of raw pain as three blistering strokes landed in the span of three seconds. She gripped her bottom through her thin pyjamas and moaned. She realised after the fact that it didn't hurt so badly; it had been the shock that had startled her. The warden wasn't impressed, however.
"How dare you! The impertinence! Since you like to dance so much, we shall make it twenty. Now get back in position before I get the cane!"
Groaning, Anna bit back a retort and bent over. Her bottom tingled lightly. The paddle had a sharp sting but it didn't penetrate--the pain faded quickly.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Anna sucked in her breath and gritted her teeth. The first few seconds were the worst. It felt like she backed into a hot stove and wasn't allowed to move away but had to stay with her bottom pressing against the burning metal.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Oh, God, it was getting worse! Anna grunted and wiggled her bottom to relieve the sting. Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Hmmmmm," said the voice of the warden. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Anna held her breath and tried to think. Whap! Whap! What was the woman talking about? Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! It was so hard to concentrate while her bottom was on fire!
"You aren't counting!" snapped the warden. "None of these count unless you are counting."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Oooooh, ouch! No! Please, Miss, that's not fair. I--I forgot. Please, that has to have been twenty."
"Start counting at one."
Whap! Whap! Whap!
"But--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"OW! Okay, okay, that's one, two, three, four--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Oooh, slow down, I can't--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Ten! That's ten, eleven--"
"Dobson!" The warden stopped swinging the paddle and lifted the girl's face to glare at her. "How dare you skip! You obviously need practice counting. We shall start from the beginning, and this time we will go to thirty. Are you ready?"
Tears dripped down Anna's face and her bottom stung unmercifully. She fidgeted, wondering why this woman was so unreasonable. But she had little choice but to cooperate.
"Okay, I'm ready," Anna breathed. "But please, go slower so I can keep pace."
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Errg!" gasped Anna. That wasn't slower at all. She hissed: "Onetwothreefourfive--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"--sixseveneightnineten!"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Eleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteensixteenseventeen--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Oh! Er, eighteennineteentwentytwentyonetwentytwo--"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"--twentythreetwentyfourtwentyfivetwentysix--"
Whap! Whap! Whap!
The three strokes were low, across the tops of Anna's thighs and she shrieked in pain. "Owwww, please! It hurts!"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Twentyseven, twentyeight, twenty-"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"--nine, thirty! Thirty! THIRTY! That was thirty!"
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Anna leaped up and away from the warden. She stood sobbing, rubbing her stinging buttocks through her pyjamas and glaring at the woman. "That was THIRTY!" she kept saying over and over again.
"So?" The woman stared at her, puzzled.
"You're supposed to stop at thirty!"
"I told you we were going to forty. Since you stopped, I'm afraid we shall have to start over from the beginning."
The blood drained from Anna's face and her mouth dropped open. "You've got to be kidding!" she hissed. "This isn't fucking happening! You said thirty, you distinctly said THIRTY!"
The warden’s face went dark with fury and Anna knew she'd made a dreadful mistake but she couldn't help it. This was so unfair. The woman was changing the rules as she went along. Anna couldn't handle it.
The warden, meanwhile, went to over to the cupboard and opened the top drawer. From this she took out a long wooden paddle, oval in shape and drilled with one inch holes. Compared to the other paddle it seemed huge, and Anna's heart sank as she realised there was worse still to come.
"Noooo," she moaned, her knees feeling weak.
"I'm afraid so, Dobson. Since you are a new inmate I wanted to go easier on you and use the small paddle, but you have made that an impossible task. Your disrespect and foul language tells me you need serious punishment."
"Oh, please!" Anna sank to her knees, sobbing. "Please, no more. I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done to offend you, but I'm sorry. Please, don't spank me anymore. I can't take it."
"Dobson! You should be ashamed of yourself! Now get up off the floor and take your punishment like an adult. How old are you?"
Anna got to her feet and sniffed back a sob. "Twenty-eight, Miss." The will to fight had gone out of her. This bitch was going to paddle her and there was nothing she could do about it. Best co-operate and get it over with as quickly as possible.
"Twenty-eight years old and crawling on the ground like a baby! What on earth do you think you look like."
Anna blushed as she suddenly became aware of the others watching her. She suddenly felt horribly ashamed of herself in front of them all.
"Now, can you take your punishment like an adult?"
"Yes, Miss."
"All right. To make up for your previous unco-operation I'm going to give you twenty."
Anna shuddered. Twenty! Oh, God, this was going to be difficult. She licked her lips nervously and nodded.
"But we still have the issue of your swearing, I'm afraid. That is a serious offence here. It merits at least twenty."
"Oh, nooo!"
"Quiet, girl. I know it's not your first time but I think you'd prefer it to the alternative. Lower your pyjama trousers and bend over the end of your bed. Unless, of course, you'd rather take an extra twenty.... It's your choice."
Anna gulped. Some choice. She took a deep breath and began to lower her pyjama bottoms. The thin cotton material protected little more than her modesty anyway. She told herself that a paddling couldn't be much worse on the bare, but her heart trembled as she eased the elasticated waistband down her thighs, leaving her in only her pyjama top.
"Place your hands on the end of your bed and stick your bottom out behind you."
Anna obeyed silently. ‘Get this over with, just get this over with,’ she kept telling herself.
The warden stared at Anna's shapely buttocks. The skin was pink and covered with dark red blotches from the vigorous spanking, but the she saw there were areas she'd missed. The heavier paddle would easily take care of them. Licking her lips, she drew back the heavy instrument, briefly glancing over her shoulder at other girls in the room behind her.
THWACK!
An explosion lifted Anna onto her toes and it was all she could do not to scream. The next blow didn't come immediately, however, and given time to access the pain, Anna realised it wasn't as bad as she'd feared. The horrible part was the humiliation of being spanked like a child, and by a stranger no less.
The paddle slammed into her buttocks again and again, each blow loud and merciless. Tears leaked out the corners of Anna's eyes. The pain seemed to seep through her entire body.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Three in a row, fast as bullets, right at the sensitive base of her bottom, the paddle lifting the flesh as it connected. "Owwww!" Anna squealed, biting her lip and struggling to stay in position at the end of her bed.
"Quiet or I'll really give you something to cry about!" snapped the warden, and laid the next several wallops in harder than ever.
Oooh! Anna wiggled her bottom and prayed that this would soon be over. Hadn't they reached twenty yet? It felt like fifty! Oh, God, she wasn't supposed to keep count, was she? Surely the woman had said she didn't have to. But maybe she would just deny that--it was her word against her own.
How many had there been? Anna tried to think as the paddle pounded into her again. That vicious set of three, the follow up four, and the first few made at least ten. There had been a number of others. There should only be about four or five left at the most.
Gritting her teeth, Anna counted the next several blows. Only a couple more, surely.
THWACK!
It had to stop.
THWACK! THWACK!
Oh, God, that hurt.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Oh, oh! It wasn't stopping! Was the woman trying to kill her?
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
Tears flowed as Anna felt all hope leave her. There was nothing she could do. If she protested, the woman would only punish her more.
THWACK! THWACK!
Steeling herself, Anna resolved to take whatever the woman gave her.
THWACK! THWACK!
Fortunately, her bottom was going numb--the blows hurt deep down but the sting was less.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!!!
Anna bit back a scream of frustration. That was thirty-five! Perhaps the woman intended to give her forty anyway.
THWACK! If she could just hold on for a little while longer...
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Oh, please, stop! THWACK!
There was silence in the room. It took Anna a few seconds to notice it, and when she did, she began to sob. She stood bent over the end of the bed in near collapse. Her bare bottom was blistered and sore with huge welts and dark red bruises and pale blotches left by the holes in the paddle.
The warden studied the girl with satisfaction. "So, will that teach you to tidy your clothes?"
"Yes, Miss," Anna whispered, defeated. She would said anything to please the warden. Anything to avoid more pain.
"Good. Pull your pyjamas up. Are you ready for the rest of your spanking?"
Anna turned and saw the warden standing, watching her. She couldn't believe the woman was serious. "There's more?" she whispered in a hoarse voice.
"Swearing is a serious offence, Anna. I'm afraid a simple paddling just won't do. This calls for the cane."
"The cane!?"
"Yes." The warden got up and pulled a long wooden pointer from the railing beneath the cupboard. The stick was about a quarter-inch thick and very flexible, as evidenced by the way she bent it into a U. "Shall we start with a dozen?"
"Yes, Miss," she said, though desperately wanting her ordeal to end.
"To the centre of the room and grab your ankles."
Anna obeyed silently, hoping her cooperation would merit her some mercy.
"This is punishment for your swearing, Dobson, so after each strike I want you to count the stroke and say out loud the word that got you into this trouble. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, Miss."
There was a soft swish and then a squishy thud. For a second Anna wasn't aware of any pain, and then it hit her. A sharp burrowing sting that just kept going deeper and deeper. For about ten seconds Anna couldn't even breathe.
"O-one," she finally gasped. She hesitated. "Fuck!" Oh, that felt good to say that!
Swish-THWACK!
"Eeek, oooh, two!" growled Anna. "Fuck!"
Swish-THWACK!
"Three fuck!"
Swish-THWACK!
"Fourfuck!"
Swish-THWACK!
"Five FUCK!"
The agony was incredible. Each stroke left a thin stripe of burning rawness that astonished Anna. She could never have imagined so much pain, let alone that she could endure it. And yet she was--the pain seemed to wash over and through her without really touching her. It was surface, external. It was almost like she was watching herself from outside her body, except that it was more intimate than that. She thought only of the pain. She learned all of its stages: that first breath of total emptiness, followed by the overwhelming rush of emotion as the pain bit and you sank into it and lost all trace of identity, and then the amazing clearness as your focus returned to reality and when you looked around the world seemed a different place.
After each stroke Anna obediently uttered the F-word. At first it was cautious, then vigorous, and then it was only a groan of complaint as the ceaseless beating continued.
The warden carefully thrashed Anna's buttocks and then moved down her thighs. As Anna expected, she didn't stop at twelve. It wasn't until the second pass over her flesh, welts growing on top of welts, that Anna became indignant. She'd taken two dozen; it was over. She'd proved her obedience and cooperation. The caning served no more purpose.
The warden stopped at thirty. Anna slowly raised herself upright, placing her hands behind her neck and waiting patiently for instructions. Every movement caused her flesh agony.
" I hope this lesson has been instructive to you?"
"Yes, Miss," she whispered tearfully.
"Good. You can remain in your pyjamas for now. The bell should be ringing in a few minutes.”
Anna watched the warden her with vengeful eyes as she returned the cane to its resting place and longed to take the cane to her chastiser. She had done nothing to deserve such punishment yet there it seemed there was nothing she could do about it. Blackfriars Grange was indeed a terrible place.
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