Donna sat on her bed and watched the daylight flood her coming Saturday. There should have been another word for what she was feeling. Anticipatory and trepidation were two words that didn’t really cover it. There was fear and excitement as well as… she sighed. She felt like a moth to a flame, only to be fair it was an entirely voluntary lure that she was responding to.

Donna Warren weighed up the options. She was 28 and on staff. In many ways she was more senior than the housemother Mrs Main, but the latter’s authority was undeniable, as had been proved.

Donna had crossed her once too often and however much Donna protested she was now subject to a regular discipline regime. To escape her dread fate all she had to do was pack her things and move into a hotel. If she put her mind to it she could find a lodging house anywhere in town and then…

For some reason she thought about the Heaver’s house and their lodger Prudence Trencher. Donna doubted that there was a female bottom under 60 that was safe in this town.

But a sudden anger grabbed her then. No, not anger, if she had to get spanked when she screwed up then how comes she didn’t get to be spanked by a hunk like Paul Heaver? Oh sure there was the risk of being seen getting it by the rest of the family but wouldn’t they all be in it together? After all she had discovered that Bridget Heaver was sometimes spanked and she was 10 years older than Donna.

Here at Carlton House all the other girls spanked were younger than her and some of them her own students. It was humiliating. It was more than that it was…

So the circular argument raged on. She didn’t want a choice, not that she knew that really. Choice was no choice to her. If she had to decide she would choose an unfulfilled lonely unspanked life. She hadn’t the courage do otherwise. What choice was that?

So then Abraham Heights was perfect. Sooner or later everyone like her got spanked. That was the one central truth about the town. No, the problem was with the choice that was imposed upon her.

Mrs Main was too strict and too and… well far from a maiden’s dream in any regard for a red blooded straight-up girl like Donna.

She blushed and thought about the parades of well-spanked girl flesh she had seen in recent months. It was almost worth putting up with Mrs Main for. So where did that leave her so-called straight-up credentials?

If only she didn’t have to get spanked quite so often and so hard. A year in a freshman dorm might be fun. Hell, it was quite a blast apart from…

Donna sighed. It all began and ended with Mrs Main.

*

Prudence yawned and dragged on the bathrobe hanging on the back of her door. It took a moment to give and yield to her pull as she shuffled onto the landing, but coffee and breakfast beckoned. She loved Saturdays.

As she reached the kitchen she saw Mindy and grinned.

“Morning Mindy,” Prudence said absently as she went past.

“Good morning Miss Trencher,” Mindy said ruefully, her voice somewhat dulled by the plasterwork pressing into her face.

This morning the 19-year-old wore only her PJ top and some fluffy kitten slippers. With her hands on her head her pink striped PJ top was lifted off her smooth white bare bottom that jutted tightly from under its hem.

Prudence had forgotten that Mindy was due a spanking, the prospect of which made for a pleasant morning for the former, if not for the latter woman.

“What did you do again?” Prudence asked as she dropped two slices into the toaster.

Mindy rolled her eyes and blushed into the wall. She had been up since seven to begin her cornertime and it was mortifying; more than that the waiting was playing on her nerves. It had been nearly two hours now and her arms and legs had begun to ache. She shifted awkwardly.

“I… I eh… kind of broke curfew,” Mindy muttered.

“Curfew? But you were grounded,” Prudence said in surprise.

“Yah,” Mindy said in a flat dejected voice.

“You mean… oh dear,” Prudence chewed her lower lip in amusement and then retrieved the toast slices.

“I was busted sneaking back in,” Mindy sighed.

The morning she had been planning included staying in bed until at least 9.30 and then facing a weekend finally free of restriction. But she couldn’t wait. Sneaking out for an hour had seemed such a good idea yesterday.

Worse still, she hadn’t been allowed to phone anyone, not even Grace and Alice who were due to arrive at 10 to take her off to the mall. Even if Uncle Paul got around to spanking her by then it was a cinch she would be back in the corner for a good cry and still there when they arrived. She might even still be getting it. This was shaping up to be a very miserable day.

Prudence eyed Mindy’s bottom and wondered if she should postpone her own shopping trip. Idly she nibbled on toast and leaned on the kitchen counter as she surveyed the penitent Mindy. Sometimes she loved this town and her home with the Heavers.

*

Donna pretended to read the poster in the hall outside Mrs Main’s room. There were still a few freshman girls about and it would be embarrassing being seen going in just yet. Not that anyone paid her any mind. Girls were often seen loitering by the notice board and not all of them were working up the nerve to knock on the housemother’s door and face the music. Sometimes they just wanted to read the notices.

The English teacher had opted for a teal polka dot smock-dress over slate grey leggings. It made her look younger and less stand-outey next to the younger women. It was a look she could still carry off being a diminutive 28.

She looked at her watch and then back up the hall. It was a minute to go. She drew in a long slow breath and then let it out fast. Showtime, she thought and sighed.

The knock to the door was casual and half-hearted as if she hoped she wouldn’t be heard.

“One moment please Dr Warren,” Mrs Main called from inside.

The announcement of her name made Donna’s heart leap and she looked around anxiously. She felt like a teenager buying condoms from a particularly indiscreet druggist.

Time dragged then. The early minute slowly dripped into a late two and then three minutes. Irrationally Donna became afraid that Mrs Main would hold her responsible. Her buttocks clenched involuntarily.

Then at once the door opened and an alien face appeared. Alien because it wasn’t the housemother, but a short redhead with a screwed up lemon face. The girl was even shorter than Donna and had been crying. Without meeting her eyes the red-haired girl gingerly squeezed past lest she make any contact at all.

It was obvious she had been spanked and from the way she made pigeon steps back up the hall, Donna could tell that it had been a heavy session too.

“Come in Dr Warren,” Mrs Main said irritably, “We have wasted enough time as it is.”

Donna stepped inside quickly and let the door close behind her, shoving it home with her bottom as she faced the room.

“I’m sorry I…” Donna began, unaccountably ready with an apology for being late even though she patently hadn’t been.

“Sally Godwin needed a prolonged lesson in manners and punctuality,” Mrs Main explained with a nod in the direction the redhead had limped off.

Donna too nodded and made a small swallow.

“If you’re busy I can…” she offered nervously.

“No Dr warren, you and I have a long morning ahead of us,” the housemother said with an indulgent smile.

“About that,” Donna began. “I really don’t think… I mean to say…”

Mrs Main made a heavy sigh and stiffened.

“I don’t mean to be… ah…” Donna said hastily when she saw Mrs Main produce a large hairbrush.

“I had intended to be firm with you today and now I see how right I was,” the older woman said wearily.

As she spoke she tapped the brush against the palm of her hand and Donna gulped.

“It always comes down to this doesn’t it,” Mrs Main sighed, “You just don’t get it. You think I am being unfair. You think that I am a stickler for some antiquated rules. Above all, you think you are too old and all fired important to go across my knee for a good sound spanking. Have you any idea how many girls in my charge have expressed that attitude?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Donna wailed, her voice sounding way too shrill now.

“That’s because you are just old and wise enough to know that you need this; on some level anyway. Why else do you let me spank you?” the housemother’s lips formed a determined purse.

Donna gaped and made to protest. Her mouth made small silent motions like a fish and her hands strayed to her bottom.

“I-I don’t want this, really I don’t, you’re wrong,” she managed at last.

“I didn’t say you wanted it,” Mrs Main said with a groan, “Very few of you girls want it. I said you need it and you know it.”

“I am not one of your girls,” Donna said rather childishly and pouted.

“Dr Warren,” the housemother said with a sad smile, adding earnestly, “Donna. Of course you are. Do you really think that you are the first 20-something woman to get a spanking from me, the first member of faculty? I have been the housemother here since my husband…” she made a sour expression and looked away, “Since I wasn’t much older than you are now. I have seen it all.”

“But…” Donna whispered, again ready to perhaps protest.

Mrs Main sighed and sat down in the familiar armless chair the English lecturer had seen too often before. Then she crooked her finger to beckon Donna over.

The 28-year-old took an involuntary step and then fluttered like a small bird.

“You can take that polka dot thing off and those pant-things, whatever they are. Heavens, the clothes you girls wear,” the housemother said sharply. “At once girl or you really will regret it.”

Donna made a defiant pout with her lips and for a second she tried a glare. But her head dipped in a second and her face lit up like a cherry beacon.

“Dr Warren, I am waiting,” Mrs Main growled.

Donna sucked in air through her nose and let it out through her mouth which stayed open in an expression of permanent surprise. Then with a clumsy fumble she reached around to work the zip on her smock-dress and slipped it over her head. Then at another sharp look from Mrs Main, Donna stepped hastily out of her leggings.

“Panties too,” the order came in a tone of exhausted patience.

Donna’s face was soured as she obeyed.

“Now come here,” the housemother said firmly.

Dressed only in her bra and ankle socks, Donna moved forward with the smallest steps possible until Mrs Main was in reach of her arm. Then suddenly seized she was readily upended in a beat with her head down and her bare bottom thrust up over the older woman’s lap. She wriggled.

With her head hanging just inches from the floor she dangled helplessly as her eyes rolled like a cornered wild pony. Her hot head contrasting with the chill on the flesh of her behind as her heart raced. Donna’s mouth-breathing the only sound as time hung much as she did.

“This, as they say,” Mrs Main sighed, “Is just for openers.”

‘This’ coincided with a sharp impact to Donna’s bottom and she gasped. The spank was no harder or sharper than any she had felt before but there was no getting used to it and the sting overwhelmed her.

The flat of brush cracked down four, five and six times more; all in less than 10 seconds until Donna’s jaw was clamped tight as she bucked up and down. The aching burn built up like layers as she tried to bear it.

“I have said this before I think,” Mrs Main said casually as if to another woman she might be sharing a coffee with, “But it is strange that after the first few weeks of a semester, where perhaps I have spanked almost half the girls under my care at least once; afterwards it is the same dozen bottoms that return over and over.”

Donna moaned, the housemothers words unescapable but secondary to the pain. The brush spanked down with renewed vigour to follow the same pattern as before as Mrs repeated another five or six swats.

“You are rare in that it is usually the younger girls who are most in need. But then you have no opportunity to explore the sororities as some do,” Mrs Main continued to ponder aloud.

Her words did not slow her hand however, and the spanking continued until Donna thought she would cry out for America.

“Mrs Main,” she gasped, “Please I… ahhh.”

“You have this coming girl, you know you do,” the housemother scolded as she spanked on. “I am going to blister your bottom to a cherry red and that’s just to get your attention. Do you hear me girl?”

Donna remembered Mrs Main’s promises and the horror chamber that was the bathroom. The housemother, she knew, had canes and sizable paddles too; all manner of things that Donna had yet to feel. She had been warned that their little arrangement would include them all sooner or later and on a regular basis.

“Do you hear me?” Mrs Main asked urgently as she spanked in hard with another volley. “Why do you insist on such pride? Here you are nothing but a naughty girl to be spanked.”

“Yes Mrs Main,” Donna wailed, but she was on the edge and her eyes bugged in her head. Her bottom was on fire now.

The spanking resounded off the ceiling loud enough to be a claxon and Donna had enough left in her to blush at the thought that others might hear. Then the burn overwhelmed her and mewling sound escaped her throat.

“That’s it girl, that’s it, let it go,” Mrs Main urged as she spanked in hard; there were great pounding spanks wringing the submission out of the good doctor.

“Ahh eeeeh,” Donna howled, tears in abundance suddenly flowing around her nose which had let go with some moisture of its own. Each biting impact of the hairbrush was felt on her bottom like sharp flaking layers.

“We are not done here girl, we are not done,” Mrs Main told her as she completed the second or third dozen set of spanking volleys.

“No Ma’am,” Donna said miserably and then she began to cry in earnest.

*

Meanwhile across town Mindy had troubles of her own. On opening the door to Grace and Alice, her mother Bridget had been confused for a moment. Then she remembered that Mindy should have been ungrounded that morning and no doubt she and the two girls had expected to go to the mall.

“Oh yes,” Bridget said uncertainly, she pulled her dressing gown up around her throat defensively; it felt decadent to be still not dressed even on a Saturday. “You had better come in,” she continued.

Alice and Grace knew something was amiss at once and this house being the scene of many previous humiliations for both them and their friend Mindy they were on their guard.

Mindy had been soundly spanked by Paul just 20 minutes before right there in the dining room while her mother and Prudence had looked on. Now back in the corner she had only just gotten her crying under control and learned to cope with the burning ache in her still exposed bottom. Now she had to contend with this new humiliation.

“Mindy is indisposed this morning,” Bridget said matter-of-factly, “Would you like some coffee?”

“So I see,” Alice gaped as the two of them saw Mindy.

“No coffee thanks,” Grace added quickly, now eager not offend anyone just then.

Nor were they alone. Prudence Trencher was smiling casually as she enjoyed her fourth cup of coffee at the counter. She too was in no hurry this morning.

“Hello girls,” she said, saluting them with her mug.

“Hello Miss Trencher,” Alice answered distractedly, her attention elsewhere.

“I guess Mindy won’t be coming to the mall?” Grace said brightly as if nothing was amiss.

She was both amused and embarrassed all at once, although not as embarrassed as Mindy who wanted to melt into the wall.

“I don’t think so,” Bridget agreed, “I think Mindy may get grounded for another week yet.”

Mindy shifted position a tad as she faced the wall, and fresh tears pricked her eyes. Go away, she urged her friends silently.

“Perhaps we should have coffee,” Grace said lightly.

Alice elbowed her sharply.

Prudence’s friendly eye caught hers and she gently nodded at the door.

“Well we had…” Alice thumbed at the air, her eyes drifting to Mindy’s mottled red bare bottom. “We had better go then.”

“Goodbye Mindy,” Grace said innocently.

“Yes goodbye,” Mindy answered in a sullen voice.

An amused Bridget escorted the two 18-year-olds to the door with a nonchalant wave. But once the door closed everyone heard them giggle.

Mindy lurched with a single pained sob and began to cry again.

*

In Carlton House Donna faced a corner of her own. Behind her an exposed bottom seemed to fill the room as it pulsed; never had it felt so big. She hadn’t been allowed to rub, but if she had she would have felt two hard leathery patches of hot pain simmering gently as her backside cooled.

At her desk Mrs Main skimmed through some papers, occasionally casting a casual eye over at Donna. Dr Warren’s bottom looked as if it had been dipped in maroon paint and even had a dull sheen to it. She noticed too that the skin was no longer smooth but held welty bumps where the brush had made contact. The cane would sting her nicely later on but before that Mrs Main had resolved upon a session in the bathroom. Nothing so humbled a girl as much as a two or three prolonged enemas.

“How are you finding the corner this morning?” the housemother asked pointedly.

Donna became tense and sucked in air through her nose. Her face was wet and in a teary voice she answered, “It’s embarrassing Ma’am.”

“I mean it to be,” Mrs Main chuckled, “But imagine how much more so if I put you in the corner outside the door.”

The threat startled Donna and she whimpered.

“Tell me Dr Warren, have you ever had a punishment enema?” Mrs Main asked.

Donna’s jaw dropped and she risked a wide-eyed glance over her shoulder.

The housemother winked and offered her an emphatic nod. “Don’t worry, it’s not nearly so bad as two dozen strokes of the cane. Not on a sore bottom like yours.”

“But… Mrs Main please… I haven’t… I mean… Donna spluttered.

The older woman sighed, “If you are going to tell me you don’t deserve this I am going to spank you again.”

“Ooh,” Donna groaned, this was too much.