Misplaced Donna Fanfiction - Part 3

Continued from Part 2 Here

After about an hour, Mrs. Main stood up. She glanced at Donna standing facing the wall. She had seen that bottom before and again she was impressed by the smooth, alabaster skin, the supple tone and shape of the muscle. She turned and picked up the hairbrush from the table. It was a heavy, oversized walnut hairbrush. Short boars hair bristles. The business side was smooth and polished from much use. She pulled the single chair from the corner into the center of the room.

“Alright,” she said to Donna. “Over here.”

Donna turned and saw the chair, saw the hairbrush. Her face screwed up as her stomach lurched. She felt like she had to pee. “Ohhh Mrs. Main,” she started sobbing. But she knew nothing would stop her spanking. Donna shuffled over and Mrs. Main pulled Donna over her lap with practiced ease. A few adjustments and Donna was in perfect position. Her hands were firmly on the ground so she could breathe easier. Most her weight was on Mrs. Main left leg and her feet dangled off the ground. This was a familiar position and it was an awfully vulnerable position. Her bare rear end was up high, no feet purchase on the ground and her arms busy holding up her body.

Mrs. Main wasted no time. Smack! Smack. Left cheek, right cheek. Hard smacks on both. Donna gasped with each one. Mrs. Main continued. She held a steady deliberate pace. Making sure each smack landed just where she wanted it, with the right force. She covered every inch of those glorious buttocks. They quickly turned pink then red. Donna was crying, sobbing but that didn’t stop Mrs. Main. Well practiced in her duties she ignored all signs and kept spanking. Donna was kicking her feet, squirming. But Mrs. Main easily held her. 

“I. Think. You’ll. Think. Twice. Next. Time. You. Drink.” Mrs. Main said with each smack. Donna couldn’t reply as she as busy crying and kicking. 

“I expect you’ll behave better in the future,” Mrs. Main continued as she launched a flurry of spanks on Donna’s bottom.

Outside, passing students heard the familiar smacks emanating from Mrs. Main’s door. Some passed by with hardly a glance. Spankings from Mrs. Main’s room were quite common. Some smiled, delighted that someone else was getting their comeuppance. They wondered who it might be. Others scurried past as the sounds brought up memories of their own punishments. The cries inside turned to howls and wails. And still the spanking continued.

Eventually Mrs. Main’s arm tired and Donna’s bottom was beet red.

“Stand up,” Mrs. Main said. Donna struggled to obey. She could barely think, her bottom hurt so much. She had been crying for so long and snot and tears were running down her face. Her hands rubbed her cheeks desperately trying to soothe the burning skin. Mrs. Main took her arm and led Donna to the wall. Then Mrs. Main placed Donna’s hands on her head.

While Donna shifted in place desperately trying to sooth her bottom, Mrs. Main moved the chair back to its corner. She then tidied the room a bit, fetched a drink from the kitchen and sat in the easy chair looking at Donna’s bottom. 

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After some time, Mrs. Main allowed Donna to wipe her face with a tissue. But her dress was still pushed up into her bra and her panties hobbled her feet. 

“Well now Dr. Warren. Seems like you’re starting to learn a lesson,” Mrs. Main said with a satisfied air. 

Donna was feeling a great deal of self pity at the moment. Her hands were rubbing her bottom gingerly. It seemed her butt was quite swollen and tender. “Yes ma’am,” she replied miserably.

“This  isn’t the first time you’ve been in trouble for drinking. And you also embarrassed the University. I know all the Deans. I’m sure they are quite upset. You’re lucky they gave you one more chance, really. But we’re not finished yet. Before I sign your paper I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

Donna heard all this with horror. What else was going to happen? “Mrs. Main please… No more. I’ll be good, really.” Donna was embarrassed to be begging like this but she desperately did not want whatever was coming next. 

Mrs. Main shook her head. “Over here girl,” she said sternly. With a firm hand on Donna’s arm she directed Donna to the far wall. There, an antique farmhouse style cabinet sat against the wall. It was quite stout and the front face stood about 2 ½ feet away from the wall. Donna was placed right against the front and her hands directed to grasp one of several bars bolted securely across the wall at about head level. With her feet away from the wall and her hands grasping the bar, she was forced to lean forward and therefore stick her bottom out. It was clearly a position for more punishment.

“Mrs. Main! Please,” sobbed Donna who clearly understood that more spanking was to come. 

“Keep your hands on that bar!” said Mrs. Main sternly. “You let go and we’ll start right over again.”

Donna looked back and saw Mrs. Main go to the far table and come back. In Mrs. Main’s hand she had a long, heavy strap reaching to the floor. The strap looked to be more than 3 inches wide and made of thick polished leather. 

“Face forward,” Mrs. Main ordered as she took position.

Donna obeyed with trepidation. Her heart was racing as she prepared herself for what was to come.

“Now you’ve done quite a bit more than just miss curfew. These shenanigans you’ve gotten into are quite serious. You do realize it don’t you?” 

Donna was weeping as she answered affirmatively.

“Let me tell you where I got this. I don’t use it often. Don’t have to. But a long time ago there was a girl that just wouldn’t learn. I gave her numerous spankings with my brush. Tanned her hide quite well. She’d leave her with a scarlet bottom. But she’d be back again in a week or two. Finally I talked to an old hostler who made this for me. It’s made of bridle leather and we tested it quite a bit. I had some extra pieces sewn on the back to give it extra oompf.”  Mrs. Main smiled a little in remembrance.  

“Believe me, it’s quite effective,” Mrs. Main said seriously as she lined up behind Donna. She looked carefully at Donna’s bottom as she raised her arm high and with a practiced swing brought that strap right across both cheeks. The loud smack had a sharper sound than the brush and it immediately resulted in a howl from Donna as she jumped and jogged in place. Lucky for her, she didn’t lose her grip on the bar from her caterwauling; it was clear the strap made an impression.

Mrs. Main was already eyeing the next spot carefully and swung again. This time the strap smacked Donna’s left cheek. Another loud crack resulting in another scarlet weal. Mrs. Main continued, slowly and steadily giving Donna a “barn burner” of a spanking.

Donna for her part was quite out of her mind. It took all her will to hang on for dear life on that bar. Lucky for her it was quite solidly screwed into the wall because she was kicking and jumping with each stroke. At times she desperately tried to curl her leg back to block her bottom but Mrs. Main simply strapped the other cheek. Or she’d just wait for Donna’s foot to come down before searing both. Mrs. Main was patient and a perfectionist. 

Finally it was over and a whimpering Donna was allowed to collapse on the ground. She lay there massaging her bottom as Mrs. Main put the strap away and tidied the room. Soon Mrs. Main returned. By now Donna had regained some strength and stood up in front of the housemother.