F Campbell - Margo

"Ah, Penny. Dear child, I'm sorry to see you here again on such a mission."

Mistress Mary began all such interviews this way. She would have been equally sorry for Prudence or Nancy or Joan. Mistress Mary had a very kind heart.

Playing it for all she was worth, Penny said, "And I'm sorry to be here in this way, Mistress Mary. I'm sure I deserve to be punished. Would you like me to undress?"

"The right spirit. Penny, you are indeed a treasure. And, of course, I need you naked. You do understand the rules."

Penny did not object to being bare in front of Mistress Mary. With some of the other mistresses, it would have been different. They had eagle eyes that sought out portions of a girl a anatomy besides her twin cheeks beneath her panties.

"I was rude to Mrs. Drysdale in class today," Penny informed her solemnly. "I forget, is that ten or fifteen strokes I have to have?"

"Don't prevaricate, dear child," the mistress admonished gently.

"You know as well as I do it's fifteen. It is just as well you haven't been punished lately. Let me see your bottom."

Penny scrambled out of her school tunic. She did not wear a bra, but she made a big performance of removing her pink panties. She knew that Mistress Mary enjoyed this procedure and was quite willing to oblige. Penny wished she had the lovely bushes of pubic hair like some of the older girls, but being the youngest in school, she still had a way to go. She kicked off her shoes and then obediently turned and bent down to enable Mistress Mary to examine what she was about to cane. The adult fingers were pleasant on the young skin, and Penny drew in a deep breath in a sensory response.

"Again the wall, Mistress Mary?"

"No, dear, not against the wall. It enables you to flatten out and evade some of the impact. Our principal was talking to me about this the other day, and I think he is arranging for the wall straps to be removed. Kindly take up your position by the big chair."

The big chair was impressive. It was not so much designed to sit upon as it was to be a solid anchor for the two wristlets, one on either side of its massive back. Penny put each of her hands within one of the loops of a strap, and then, when Mistress Mary had buckled them tightly around her wrists, she stepped back to enable the forward bend so much to be desired. Penny stood, a slender naked nymph, her arms outstretched, her hands held fast. She had the feeling that everything that mattered was behind her. Mistress Mary selected the cane. There was a rack of them upon the wall, and the delinquent maiden noted with relief that the one chosen was by no means the most unkind. Penny Pendleton clenched her teeth.

The caning of the young bottom was a slow affair, interspersed with words of wisdom and loving admonition about future behavior. Penny did not hear much of what was said because her bottom was hurting so badly, and because she was busy kicking, raising her legs, lowering her legs, and weaving her hips back and forth. She did manage to contrive an occasional "Yes, Mistress Mary," which she delivered gaspingly. She did not want to seem indifferent to any possible benefit.

The young, round bottom accepted the scarlet lines Mistress Mary was planting upon its twin surfaces with skill and precision. Penny was generally referred to as "the youngest delinquent in the whole school", and was treated accordingly. Mistress Mary gazed affectionately upon the soft sheen of downy hair in the hollow of the narrow waist. The girl would be a beauty in a couple of years, and her sentence would certainly keep her long than that at the Rossland Academy for Young Women. The sentences imposed upon the young inmates of Rossland were contrived to cover that period of a girl's life when she was most to be desired by the main, from the age of nineteen up to twenty-five. After that, it was considered they would possibly have enough sense to survive without babies, at least long enough to get married. The parents were mostly extremely wealthy and lived abroad. They were all grateful to Rossland for relieving them of a painful responsibility. Penny Pendleton, at the age of sixteen, had started early in her delinquencies, and her parents, possessing an acquaintance with Henry Ross, had prevailed upon the institution to accept her at an earlier age. She had immediately become the school favorite – sort of a pet. Her feet had been chained for the regulation two weeks after her arrival, but she had never evidenced any wish to leave the premises. Penny was one of the minority who enjoyed the Rossland Academy for Young Women.

There were those who attributed this sentiment to her affection for Mistress Mary, but that was really beside the point. At this moment, Penny was wondering if she could take the full fifteen stripes on her bottom without making unseemly sounds. It was generally understood at Rossland that a girl should not scream unless she must. After all, they were from excellent families and were expected to maintain certain standards after leaving. It was a precept of the Academy that "cane builds character". It was a theory no one had yet disproved. When the cane had slyly cut at the young bottom for its eighth stroke, Penny timidly gasped, "Do you think we could stop for a little rest, Mistress Mary?"

"No, dear. Life teaches us that tribulations must be bravely borne. They rarely come with rest periods. You will benefit most from this painful infliction by enduring it in one steady application of the cane. I do hope you approve of my choice of the one with which to punish you."

Penny had discovered one of the nicest things about being whipped by Mistress Mary was that a girl could never be quite sure about the way the mistress would go about attending to her after the last stroke had left its scarlet line across the young bottom. There was always the question of who looked after who first, and Mistress Mary did not always claim the precedent due her office. In this particular instance, she lowered herself to the floor from behind and raised her hungry mouth up between the slender young legs, clutching the tenderized young bottom for stability and then biting Penny's pussy as though starving. Penny gasped, but she was firmly held by strapped wrists, so she could do no more than widen her legs sufficiently to accommodate the mistress who was busily employed. She kept on gasping for a long time and squealed several times when the clutching hands grasped handfuls of her whipped skin. But it was a highly pleasurable pain, an agony much to be desired. It was at this point in time that Penny decided beyond any doubt that being whipped was a small price to pay for such glory. Mistress Mary was highly skilled and made it last a long, long time before the eventual, inevitable explosion. When that had run its course, the young wrists were unstrapped from the chair back and the mistress and maiden enjoyed the brief respite essential to the drinking of a small glass of blackberry cordial, a beverage much favored by the Academy and concocted yearly by several of the mistresses who assured everyone that it was in no way intoxicating, but that it did provide the most pleasant euphoria. It heartened the ardors of beaten bottoms immensely.

Penny Pendleton hoped Mistress Mary would take off her own clothes for what they were about to do. She thought Mistress Mary was extremely beautiful. She had such simply gorgeous breasts and the loveliest patch of curly black fronds framing her lower lips. Penny had tasted quite a number of Academy females, but always vowed that none were as sweet as Mistress Mary. Having downed her cordial, she proceeded to once more prove this point. Mistress Mary chose to be seated on the edge of the chair, spreading herself in total availability for the kneeling girl. Everything was understood between them, penny always wished she could be whipped again and that they could start out fresh. But this never happened, and anyway, she was not certain that either she or Mistress Mary could bear such a crescendo of utter joy. Miss Mildred Harridance, like Norma Boulter, was ageless. The girls who were prisoners at the Rossland Academy for Young Women all supposed she had come with the premises sometime in the previous century. Probably she was a witch. None had seen her naked, but it was generally conceded that she was a beautiful woman who affected severity of hair styling and dress to supplement and sustain her position as headmistress, sometimes sarcastically referred to as head wardress or, more simply, the warden. Everyone but Penny was scared of her and treated her with immense respect. None came through the Academy with the respect already engendered. It was fostered in their first month of being chained, naked, and constantly punished. Newcomers were admonished about minding their Ps and Qs. In those first weeks, an inmate could be punished even for a raised eyebrow or a sniff. Thereafter, the slightest evidence of intent to escape or even a simple disobedience was instantly corrected by the wearing of leg irons and possibly cuffed wrists. These reminders of their captivity came in addition to corporal punishment, and certain other refinements the Academy provided as part of the curriculum. It was explained to the new girl on her arrival that tuition was achieved more effectively by the cane than by the pen. This was one more precept no one dared to dispute. Miss Harridance's study was an extremely pleasant room, in vivid contrast to the austerity of the accommodations provided the inmates. She had graced its luxury with a queenly presence behind her desk. She gazed across its shiny surface at a nervous young woman. Her voice was femininely fluid.