Erotic Writings - Blackwell Academy

Blackwell Academy

A Novella

Blackwell Academy was a private and very exclusive boarding school for young ladies. But to the very rich citizens of the day, it was really a reform school for their troublesome daughters.

Blackwell was located in a remote area of upper New York State at the turn of the century. As with most structures build during that Victorian era, Blackwell's black sandstone blocks made it look dark and ominous. The grounds around the Gothic academy were densely wooded and nearly a mile thick in every direction. But, in spite of its cold and foreboding presence, Blackwell Academy was considered one of the finest institutions of its time.

The Headmaster of the school was Andrew Jordan. He was a large man, fiftyish, and graying at the temples. He presented a very distinguished appearance. And he had a renowned reputation for thoroughness in education and toughness in discipline. Mr. Jordan had been a Headmaster in England for many years and he was entirely responsible for Blackwell's reputation as a no-nonsense strict institution or learning.

Virginia Ellis knew what `no-nonsense and strict' meant. And that is why she was crying as she lay across her punishment stool in the middle of Mr. Jordan's private office. She was naked except for a pair of thin white ankle socks and black high-heeled button-downed shoes. Virginia was a twenty year old green eyed blonde. She was five feet seven and about 120 pounds. She was a terribly cute girl, baseball-sized breasts and a really beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her long, shapely legs hung down over one side of the stool, and her head and shoulders hung down over the other side. Her ass pointed upward and was open and totally accessible. She squirmed nervously as she lay there in blushed embarrassment, knowing that her ass was in readiness for a hard spanking.

Another girl sat upon a stool that was up against the far wall of the Headmaster's office. Her name was Susan Travis. She was also naked in her little white socks and black heeled shoes. Susan was nineteen years old with short red hair that framed a very pretty freckled face. Her rosy-nippled breasts rose up and down as she breathed heavily in anticipation of her impending spanking. Her ass was big for her 5'6" frame, and was still padded with dimpled baby fat. She looked frightened and uncomfortable. She knew Mr. Jordan was a master spanker, and she also knew that she would be next.

The two hapless girls were alone in Mr. Jordan's office. The Headmaster had watched the girls undress es he had instructed. He then left the room to let them contemplate their misdeeds and worry over their upcoming punishment. After awhile, Mr. Jordan returned to his office, closing the large door behind him, locking it securely. He walked over to the helpless Virginia, still laying over the stool in her punishment position. He placed one of his huge hands on the small of her back. Pinning her to her stool.

She looked back and up at him in fearful anticipation. He poked her ass cheeks with his index finger as he spoke. "You've been a bad little girl, Virginia. What you have done is inexcusable." Then with no further discussion, the Headmaster began spanking Virginia's ample ass cheeks. A full dozen spanks quickly found the sweet spot on each cheek, and her ass turned bright red under his hand. She screamed in panic, "Ow, ow, ow, nooo, oww, oww, please, ow, ow, no, please sir, ohh, oww, no more. No more. Oww, that's enough, noooo, nooo! !"

Virginia could not believe the severity of the spanking she was getting. She was in pain and couldn't escape the spanks that fell on her ass.

"Nooo, noo, oww, ahh, ow, ow, ow, please stop. No, no, ahhh, aaieee!" Her long white legs kicked out wildly behind her. She cried out loud. Her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears, and Mr. Jordan didn't stop spanking her bare ass until the count was well past fifty slaps. She shook her head in sobbing disbelief. Tears streamed down her face and dripped off her chin. The Headmaster finished spanking her and then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Virginia's entire ass area was reddened and very sore looking. She gasped for air, trying to catch her breath. Her ass cheeks could clench together tightly one minute, and relax the next, then clench up again. She spoke in sobs, "Please sir, I'll be good. I promise, I promise." She tried to rub her sore ass, but Mr. Jordan snapped at her.

"If I see your hands anywhere near your ass again, young lady, I will give you plenty of reasons to rub your ass." Virginia kept her hands away from her ass cheeks, obediently. The Headmaster kept her bent over her stool as she struggled to regain her lost composure. Her big bare ass still sticking up in the air and looking very red and extremely sore.

Susan Travis seemed that she was now going to get her spanking. She began begging the Headmaster as she sat naked and crying on her stool.

"Please sir, don't spank me. I.. .1 didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry, sir." He snapped his fingers at her. "Come here, Susan, right now! And bring your stool with you." Susan hopped off her stool already in tears. She picked up her stool and carried it over to Mr. Jordan. He took it from her and sat it down about three feet from where the whimpering Virginia still lay. "Get over this stool, little girl," he shouted. In utter futility, Susan bent down across the stool. She felt his big and pin her lower back to the seat. She gasped in panic, realizing her time was now at hand, so to speak. Her head dropped down in sheer resignation and she waited for her spanking.

Susan screamed as the Headmaster began spanking her ass cheeks. The dimpled babyfat of her ass turned beet red from the wave of heated pain that flashed over her. "Yiiiieeee! Aaaiiieee! No, No, no, oww, oww, ouch! Ouch! Aaahh! Oh, nooo. Nooo, arrgh!" He ignored her cried and shouts and rained spank after spank onto her red ass. She screamed like a wounded banshee. Her ass began to glow like a hot coal.

"Ow, ow, ahh, ahh, aiiee! Aaaiiee! Nooo, noo, ow, ow, ouch! No, no, that's enough! Oh, noooo!"

The unfortunate Susan thrashed and jerked in a futile frenzied fit. Her cries soon turned into mindless babbling. She sucked in air in gulps, trying to catch her breath. She sobbed openly in tears, bawling like a baby. Every inch of her big dimpled ass was now angry and red. She bucked and kicked her thighs apart madly in an effort to escape his ever-present stinging palm. Finally, when he was satisfied, Mr. Jordan stepped back again. And then he walked over to a spot behind and between both well-spanked young girls.

From this vantage point, he had a good view of both blazing asses. He let both girls, and their red hot asses, lay upon their stool tops squirming in spanked misery. After awhile, they began to regain their composure and became somewhat calmer, although their whimpering and sniffling still persisted. Finally he spoke bruskly to them. "Get up off your stool, Virginia. You too, Susan. Stand up straight girls, shoulder to shoulder. Good, now I want you both to keep your arms down at your sides, and keep your chins up. That's very good, girls. You are both now at attention." The two bad girls were learning what discipline meant at Blackwell Academy. When the Headmaster knew he had their complete attention, he spoke in an angry voice. "I cannot believe the behavior demonstrated by you two bad little girls today. What ever possessed you to do such a mean thing?"

"Miss Chambers is the finest Headmistress Blackwell Academy has ever had. She invited the two of you for dinner this afternoon, just to try to become friends. Then when Miss Chambers excused herself to take a bath, you two hell raisers set up a surprise for her. As she was undressing in her bedroom, you two sneaked into her bathroom and emptied a box of green dye into her bubblebath. And then you both sat on her sofa quietly and let her climb into the bath water that turned her completely green before she realized what was happening. And now she is totally green from head to toe. Well, that was the limit of my patience. You two have gone too far with your tricks. Far too far, indeed, girls. Now, since you naughty little girls seem to enjoy surprises so much, I have arranged a funny little surprise just for the two of you. I really think that you will enjoy my surprise about as green. You two troublemakes are going to be spanked by my young nephew, Robert. He is here at Blackwell Academy for a short visit with me. Robert is going to give both of you several severe spankings on your bare asses."

The girls began to cry openly upon hearing his harsh statement. The Headmaster looked at his watch.

"Robert will be here any minute. I am going to visit poor Miss Chambers to try to console her."

Mr. Jordan began to walk in a slow circle around the unfortunate twosome as they still stood at attention. He spoke as he walked. "Let's see, Virginia, you are twenty years old now, aren't you? And you, Susan, you are nineteen, isn't that correct?" The girls nodded in agreement, and continued to whimper and sob. "I see, well good, that is very good. Well girls, you both will be interested in knowing that my nephew Robert just turned seventeen last month." Both girls erupted into begging and crying pleas, imploring him not to punish them by having his teenaged nephew give them further spankings.

"Oh, please, sir, please, don't do that. He is just a boy," cried Virginia. She looked and felt ridiculous. She was standing there naked in her little white socks and black heeled shoes with a sore red ass, and, at the same time, pleading desperately with the Headmaster not to let her nephew see her in the embarrassing predicament of being bare-assed naked. "Please sir," she sobbed, "he is too young to spank girls. You can't do this to me. I mean to us. It's not proper, sir."

"Proper!? Proper!" Mr. Jordan snapped. "I suppose pouring green dye in Miss Chambers bathwater was proper? You two asked for everything that is coming to you." Susan, too, tried to persuade the Headmaster to change his mind. "Oh, sir, he'll be able to see everything."

She cried in loud sobs, hanging her head down in shamed resignation. Both girls' faces were extremely in self-conscious embarrassment. All of their pleas were in vain. They both realized that a young boy would very soon be spanking their bare asses. Mr. Jordan addressed them as they whined in tears. "Well, I see you two bad little girls appreciate a good surprise. Maybe next time you will think twice before you trick anyone or turn them green."

Just then there was a knock on the door. "Ah, Robert is here, girls." He walked over to the door and unlocked it.

"No, no, please," cried Susan. Virginia tried to cover up with her arms. Mr. Jordan shouted at her.

"I said you are standing at attention. That means you both stand up straight and keep your chins up high, and your arms stay down at your sides." Then he opened the door and Robert Jordan entered the room.

"Girls, this is my nephew, Robert. Robert, meet our two bad little girls, Virginia and Susan. Smile girls!" They both forced very embarrassed smiles. Robert was shorter than both girls. He was huskily built with short cut black hair. He looked like an average seventeen year old boy.

He did not speak, but he looked over the two redfaced girls as they stood before him unable to move away.

The Headmaster spoke to the girls. "Well, I will be leaving now. I'm sure you will find that Robert here is a superb disciplinarian. He will convince you to obey his commands, and I'm sure that both of you will want to give him your complete attention." Then Mr. Jordan abruptly left the room. Robert closed the door behind him and locked it. Then he turned around to face the whimpering naked girls. He pointed back to their punishment stools. "I want you both to bend down over your proper stools." Dropping their heads down in shame, Virginia and Susan stepped up to their stools and slowly assumed their prior positions, flushed in humiliation. Robert walked around behind the unfortunate, but naughty little girls. They both strained their necks trying to look back up and over their shoulders to see where he had gone. Virginia felt even more embarrassment at watching him look her body up and down as she lay there utterly helpless to hide from his view.

Robert spoke to them again. "Very lovely asses. Very lovely indeed. Now Virginia, and you too, Susan, I want you both to spread you legs apart as wide as possible. Now! Right now!" As he watched them squirm, their long white legs slowly opened up before him. "Further, further, that's it, very good girls." Robert smiled at the sight of the legs spread wide apart and waiting for him. He had two beautiful bare asses at his fingertips. He got himself a stool, placed it between Virginia's widespread thighs, and sat down facing her exposed ass cheeks. She gasped as he began rubbing her bare ass. She knew he could see everything that was hers.

Suddenly, he started spanking her big bare ass with his big bare hand. He stung her cheeks with very hard spanks, and her ass turned red all over again. Virginia cried out in pain. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! No, please! Please! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ow! Ow! Aiee! Owww!" Robert stopped the spanking and spoke to her.

"Who is your Master?" In shame, she whined, "You are Master." She was totally mortified "Repeat after me," Robert demanded. "You are my Master, I am your slave. I must be spanked when I misbehave." Virginia realized he intended to really humiliate her as she lay open and exposed before him. She knew he would spank her if she did not repeat the rhyme. She spoke up.

"You are my Master, I am you slave. I must be spanked when I misbehave."

"Again!" he commanded. Once again she repeated the phrase.

Robert got up and moved to Susan, placing the stool between her legs. He pushed her thighs apart as he sat down directly behind her. Susan was beside herself in utter embarrassment. Her face was flushed red in disbelief of her circumstance. She started to cry before the first spank landed. Suddenly, Robert spanked his big hand into her dimpled babyfat ass. Susan howled and screamed as spanks rained down on her ass.

He told her to repeat the same little poem that Virginia had recited. Susan was reduced to a sobbing child. She obediently recited her rhyme, "You are my Master, I am your slave. I must be spanked when I misbehave." Robert made her repeat the poem several more times. And while she was in mid-phrase, he started spanking her once again. "Oh! Oh! No! No! Owww! Oww! Oww! Oww! Please! Please! No, don't! Owww! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ooo! OO! Oo! Nooo! Ow! Stop! Stop! Oh, nooo! No!" Tears streamed down her face and she kicked her legs furiously.

She gasped for air in between sobs. Robert stopped the spanking and patted her reddened cheeks lightly. He lingered his fingers on the erotic area where her upper thighs met the bottom curve of her soft, luscious ass cheeks.

He commanded both girls to renew their submissive rhyme, acknowledging his mastery over them. As they carried on their naked recital to him, he got up from between Susan's widespread legs and replaced his stool. Then he returned to a spot directly behind the girls. He listened intently as they recited, "You are my Master, I am your slave. I must be spanked when I misbehave." Robert smiled at himself. He was in complete control of both older girls. He knew it, and they both knew it too. He had two very cute, older girls obeying his every command.

The girls had become submissive and subjugated. Virginia and Susan presented a humble picture of acceptance of authority as they continued their naked recital for his pleasure.

It was hard for him to ignore the succulent underbellies of these two miscreants. Their honey sweet hiding places hung down just inches away from his fingertips, beckoning and wetly enticing him. But Robert had promised his uncle that he would concern himself with the punishment and discipline, and nothing else. The twosome sounded highly erotic, calling him their master and telling him that they were his slaves.

So he let them go on repeating the rhyme for several more minutes.

Virginia and Susan felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over them as they were forced to monotonously repeat their oath to Robert's mastery over them. They knew that they were at his mercy. They hung down over their stool tops in tears with their red asses pointing upwards.

Finally, Robert permitted them to cease their recital. He was convinced of their desire to please him and to do whatever he would ask of them. Their sore red asses were more than enough proof of his ability to discipline bad little girls. He ordered the two to get up from the stools. They stood up in fearful anticipation, not knowing what to expect next. As they looked on, Robert replaced the two stools. He walked over to his uncle's desk and withdrew a thin leather paddle. It was rectangular in shape, three inches wide and about fourteen inches long. Virginia began to plead with him immediately. "Please, master, don't use that, please!" He ignored her cries and instructed her to bend over at her waist. She bent over, afraid to disobey him. He put his hand on her back between her shoulder blades and told her to hold the position he had given her.

She grabbed her knees and stared down at the floor. Her feet were spread apart just far enough to give balance. And she held her position, waiting for the paddling she was about to receive. It wasn't long in coming. Robert raised the paddle up high and brought it down with a sharp crack onto her ass. "Aaaaiiee! Yiieee!" He paddled her ass over and over as she stood there holding her position as ordered. "Owww! Oww! Aiiee! Aiiee! Nooo! Noooo! Arghh! Arghh! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooo! Oooo!" He spoke to her. "Do you think you can be a good little girl?" And then he continued to sting the leather onto her extremely sore ass. "Owww! Oww! Yes, yes, master! Owww! Ow! Ow! Yes Master! Oww! Ow! Ow!" Robert quit paddling Virginia and stood her up straight once again.

"Very well. I believe you. And I believe that bad little girls should be spanked first and then they should be sent to stand in the corner." Then Robert took her by her wrist and walked her over to a suitable corner of his uncle's office. "Stick your nose right up into the corner, girl, right up where the walls come together." Virginia pushed her nose into the corner and stayed there, obediently. Her arms hung down limply at her sides.

Robert left her standing there. She was a sight to behold, her nose stuck to the walls, and her red ass pointing out behind her. She whined and whimpered and she squirmed in mortified humiliation.

Then he turned his attention to Susan as she stood there waiting her turn. "Please, no. No, don't spank me with that thing!" He bent her over at her waist just as he had with her cohort.

When he had positioned her to his satisfaction, he began to paddle her ass all over with loud sharp crack, raining one after the other onto her dimpled ass. "Yeeeowww! Yeow! Ow! Ow! Oww! Oww! Oh! Oh! Nooo! Nooo! Please! Please! Nooo! Yiiee! Yiee! Aaiiee! Aaiieee! No! No! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

He chided her, "Have you learned your lesson, young lady?" Susan screamed out loudly, "Yes, Master, yes Master, I have. I really have." The paddling went on. "Oh! Oh! Nooo! Nooo! Yeoow! Yiee! Oww! Oww! Arrghh! Arrghh! Ooo! 0cc! Ouch! Ouch! Oww!" Robert stopped Susan's paddling and raised her upright again.

He grabbed her by her wrist and led her over to another corner. "Where are we going, Susan?" he asked. Susan bawled out, "To stand in the corner, Master." He pushed Susan's nose up into ber corner just as he had done with Virginia. "Why are you standing in the corner, Susan?" he asked.

"Because I have been a bad little girl," Susan cried. Robert had to smile at that.

"That's very good. Very good, indeed." Susan stood helplessly in her corner. Her arms hung down and her ass jutted out. It was very red and puffy. She fidgeted in place in her pained misery.

Robert walked back to his uncle's desk and sat down. He leaned back and put his feet up on the desktop. He clasped his hands together and put them behind his head. He took a deep breath and relaxed. He looked over to where Virginia stood and then over to where Susan stood. He knew his uncle Andrew would be back at any moment. He decided to let the girls perform their penance in silence. And he spent the remaining minutes just enjoying the view.