Belinda's American Education - Aftercare - Part 8

[Continued From - Part 7]

When Belinda opened her eyes she was a bit disoriented. She sat up and slowly gathered her wits. Her bottom still had a fiery glow from her punishment and judging from the clock on the wall she had been out just ten minutes or so. Apparently after the punishment she had been brought to this .. room? She looked around and saw a rather plain room with the minimum of furniture. A sofa, a few chairs here and there, a shallow cabinet on the wall and such. Nothing notable but it was spacious. She was now wearing the plain gray shift similar to the ones worn by the reformatory girls but sans underwear. Then she remembered being pulled off the punishment bench and carried here. The “Recovery Room” is what Brittany had called it. She tried to find a comfortable position on the sofa but with her welted bottom she mostly had to kneel. She stood up and tested the door. Locked. Apparently there was more than just recovery done here. Apprehensively she waited on the sofa. It was a bit difficult to sit due to the condition of her bottom so she had to resort to kneeling.

Belinda's American Education - Punishment - Part 7

[Continued from Belinda's American Education - Preparation for Punishment - Part 6]

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Belinda’s anger turned to panic as the principal tap-tap-taped the razor strap against her scandalously raised bottom.  “Ready, Belinda?” he asked, not waiting for an answer.  “Let us begin.” 

 The principal stepped back and raised the strap high in the air…

 

Time froze as the principal leaned back into his windup.  In that instant before the punishment began, Belinda experienced a moment of absolute clarity. 

 

Belinda was a beautiful young woman, and although she was an ardent feminist she knew how to maximize her sexuality for her own benefit.  Belinda could use a dropped pencil or an “accidental” flash of thigh to reward…or punish…the males she held in her grip.

 

Case in point was Professor Winters, the faculty advisor whose career had nearly been destroyed by Belinda’s sexual harassment suit.  Belinda had used her attractiveness to maneuver Winters under her thumb, then crush him like a bug when he failed to dance to her tune.

 

As she lay over the spanking bench Belinda sexiness was no longer under her control.  Belinda’s arms and ankles were strapped securely to the bench and she wiggled her fingers in frustration as she squirmed in helpless embarrassment. 

 

Belinda's American Education - Preparation for Punishment - Part 6

[Continued from  Belinda's American Education - Part 5]

The fact that she couldn’t possibly have contraband did not deter Miss Rawlings.  Belinda sobbed openly as garment by garment she slowly surrendered her dignity again. 

“This must be difficult for you, such an educated lady,” Miss Rawlings purred, as Belinda reluctantly relinquished her clothes.  “But we have rules. You should be wearing the regulation blue blazer with the school logo on it, so even if you do make it over the wall everyone who sees you will peg you as a snotty little brat who needs a good fanny tanning!  And that, my dear, is precisely what you are going to get!”
 
Rather than allowing her to strip at the Nurse’s office, Miss Rawlings “saved time” by forcing poor Belinda to strip near the storage area where her clothes were kept.  Then Miss Rawlings took the blushing Belinda by the ear and marched her, buck naked, past numerous groups of workmen on the long trek to the nurse’s office.

Belinda's American Education - Escape - Part 5

[Continued from Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4]

 *** Excerpts from Belinda’s Dissertation***

“Most women think themselves superior to their unfortunate sisters forced to bend and bare for discipline.  Indeed, the typical housewife or business woman finds it difficult to imagine herself strapped down over a punishment trestle for the strap or cane.

“Surely I would never drop my pants on command, or touch my toes, or wiggle my bare fanny under the strap!  After all, I am a lady!”

What these women fail to understand is the difference between a lady and a reformatory guttersnipe is not the way she acts but the way that she is treated.”  

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Belinda's American Education - Stepmother - Part 4

[Continued from Part 3]

DING-DING-DING-DING!  

For a moment Belinda thought the school bell was ringing inside her head.  

Belinda groggily opened her eyes and looked out the window to her left.  Why was it still dark?

DING-DING-DING-DING!

Why were there bars on the window?

Where was she?

The clanging bell ceased.  Feminine voices - hundreds of them.  Belinda watched as the women around her roused themselves and opened the lockers at the foot of their beds.

It hadn’t been a nightmare.  Belinda Krueger, 25, heiress, doctorial student, was now a lowly prisoner at Jameson Reformatory. 

Belinda's American Education - Enrolled - Part 3

[Continued from Part 2]

 “If you’d like to, you can take her down to the nurse.  She needs to be given her shots, and to be examined for contraband.”

“Yes, I’d enjoy supervising that,” Professor Winters said, as Belinda’s eyes grew wide as saucers!

“You may wish to take a hairbrush along, in case this impudent piece of baggage gets lippy,” the principal counseled.

 “That’s quite alright, Frank,” Professor Winters chuckled.  “My hand will be more than sufficient to administer a memorable correction.  Besides, in Belinda’s case I definitely want to get a feel for the situation.”

Belinda's American Education - Corner Time - Part 2

[Continued from Part 1]

Corner time really gives a girl a chance to think, which was precisely what Belinda was doing.  

How had it come to this?  A few scant moments before she had been Belinda Krueger, PhD student and respected associate Professor at her University.  Now she was a freshly spanked miscreant with her bare bottom on display in the principal's office at the Jameson Reformatory.

Belinda was standing in the corner with her skirt pinned up, front and back, and her panties around her knees.  "If my student's could see me now…"  Belinda shuddered at the thought.

Belinda's American Education - M/F - Part 1

Belinda Krueger felt every bit the crisp professional as she crossed the office to greet the principal of the Jameson Reformatory.  Although only 25, she was already a rising star at her new American University, and in her stylish worsted wool blue suit, dressed the part.

 "I'd like to thank you for taking the time to meet with me today, sir," she said, shaking the principal's hand.  "I've been having a bit of trouble with my Doctorial dissertation, and my department chair seems to think that you might be of some assistance."

 "Yes, I spoke with him this morning," the principal said, sinking back comfortably into his large leather chair.  "Have a seat, Miss Krueger."

Belinda sat down on the chair opposite the principal.  Unlike the principal's comfortable perch Belinda's chair was hard and wooden and Belinda fidgeted a bit to find a comfortable position.