Another two weeks passed, and once more Anna was summoned to the Colonel’s office, this time in her pyjamas.
“Have you been a naughty girl since I last saw you?” asked the Colonel, aware that the women inmates were sometimes made to remain dressed only in pyjamas as a punishment, often for days or even weeks at a time.
Here it comes, thought Anna. Another game he likes to play. She steeled herself. “Yes, Sir,” she answered.
“So that’s why you are dressed like that,” said the Colonel, grinning.
Anna shrugged. Best get it over with. “Yes, Sir ... I’m sorry Sir … I forgot to fold my school uniform neatly ...”
“I thought you might have been, Anna.” The Colonel continued to grin. “So I brought something with me this time. It’s in my briefcase. Go and get it, young lady.”
Nervously, Anna went over to open the briefcase. It contained just one item ... a wood-and-leather paddle. Resignedly she took it out and walked back to the Colonel.
“You’ve felt one of these before?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir ...”
“Stings, eh? Hurts, eh?”
“Yes, Sir ...”
“More than the palm of my hand?” The Colonel was tapping the paddle against his own palm. The instrument was shaped rather like an over-size table-tennis bat ... a thickish wedge of hard ebony-wood covered by about a quarter of an inch of leather. Yes, thought Anna, that will hurt considerably more than a hand spanking.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, trying not to lose her resolution. Was he going to have her across his lap again, she wondered. Like the last time? That had been a manual spanking and comparatively easy to take. This time she was obviously going to have to draw on her reserves.
The Colonel stood up. “Bend over and touch your toes, Anna,” he ordered, his voice thickening. “I think it will be more convenient to paddle your bottom that way.”
The Colonel surveyed the superbly proportioned bottom thus presented to him with the greatest satisfaction. It was a bottom worthy of being spanked... of being paddled. Of being caned, too. Well, no doubt he would do that on another occasion.
“Who is a naughty girl?”
“I ... I am, S-Sir ...”
The Colonel’s hand tightened on the paddle and he stepped into a convenient position. The muscles of Anna’s buttocks also tightened in anticipation and there was a momentary quivering of the soft flesh.
SSPPLLAATTTT!
The paddle fell resoundingly over the centre of the fulsome buttock cheeks. Anna gasped, her fingernails clawing into the arm of the chair.
Yes ... that had hurt and hurt plenty. The spreading pain of a broad paddle was not easy to endure.
“Who is a naughty girl?”
“I ... am ... Sir ...”
SSPPLLAATTTTTTTT!
The Colonel delighted in the sound of the paddle on the naked bottom. He loved, too, the way the soft woman-flesh shook all over, jelly-like at the impact. Above all, he relished the way Anna fought for control, yet could not stop herself squirming and gasping.
The Colonel laid the next two strokes on each buttock cheek in turn ... one stroke swiftly following the other.
SSPPLLAAATTTT!
SSPPLLAAATTTTT!
Both cheeks instantly took on a deeper red hue.
SSPPLLAATTTTT!
SSPPLLAAATTTTT!
SSPPLLAAAAATTTTTTT!
SSSSPPPPLLLLAAAATTTTTTTTT!
Anna gasped more loudly, squirmed her shapely bottom more vigorously.
Oh what a beauty, thought the Colonel. It was the purest joy to whack such a lovely arse as hard as he could ... and as often as he wished!
“Oww ... aaah ... owwww ... OOOOWWWW!”
Tough as she was, the deep-burning pain was beginning to get through to Anna. The paddle was never a laughing matter, that she knew from previous meetings with it.
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT! On the right cheek ...
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT! On the left cheek ...
“Oh ... OWWWW ... S-Sir ... please ... S-Sir ... ppllee ... eeease ...”
“It’s hurting, Anna?”
“Yes ... ahhhh ... yes, Sir ...”
“Good ...”
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
“... it’s meant to ...”
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
“Ooowww ... oowwwwwwwwww!”
Oh how deliciously that bottom was squirming! And oh how Anna twisted and kicked!
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
“Yooowwwww ... oww ... oowww!”
The paddle was now descending on the middle of Anna’s bottom again. In the same place as it had started. Where the flesh was getting more and more burningly tender.
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
“Yeee ... ooowwww ... oowwww ... aaahhhggg!”
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
“Mercy ... ahhhh ... mercy ... S-Sir ... I haven’t been all that n-naughty ...”
“No? Who says not?”
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
SSPPLLAAATTTTTT!
All across the centre. Each one now making Anna yell out with pain ... each one setting the whole of her lush bottom juddering wildly.
SSSPPPPPLLLAAATTTTTT!
SSSPPPLLLUUUTTTTTTTT!
“Merccccc ... eeeeeeee!”
But the Colonel was not in the mood for mercy. He could not remember having enjoyed himself so much for a very long time. He would paddle this woman so soundly she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week!
He raised the paddle once more, ready to smack it down hard on each reddened cheek
“Sir?”
“You may get up, girl, if you wish ...”
If she wished! Anna got up rapidly and turned to see the sweating figure of her tormentor.
All the girls receive sound spanks indeed ,best from Tim to you Polly.
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