Mercedes senior year at St. Vincent Boarding school
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When she was younger, Mercedes went to a very strict boarding school, one that still allowed corporal punishment. Usually the punishment was used sparingly but with a new Headmaster, Dr. Hoffman, more and more of the young women of St. Vincent Boarding School were ending up in the Headmaster's office for an afternoon punishment session.
It wasn't unusual for a new Headmaster to establish new rules and guidelines in their first year so no one was surprised that Dr. Hoffman was very strict. Most of the faculty and staff assumed he wanted to "lay down the law" and impress the Board in charge of St. Vincent. It didn't hurt that Dr. Hoffman was tall, dark, and handsome either, he seemed to be able to charm everyone of the faculty and staff. He was well credentialed, with his Ph.D. in Education and came with a very strong recommendation from his prior employer where he was the Dean of Discipline at a very well known English boarding school.
Mercedes had a very good academic and personal record in her first three years at St. Vincent so it was a little surprising to see that she started showing up every two weeks for a discipline meeting or student teacher conference with Dr. Hoffman. The staff initially thought it was a case of senior-ites. It wasn't uncommon for seniors to take their classes less serious the last year. Often seniors would skip a few classes, smoke in the bathroom, well non-regulation clothing to class and other minor rebellious acts.
Mercedes teachers noticed it with her when she smoked for the first time, began skipping her afternoon classes so she could spend more time in stable riding, not turning assignments in on time. The teachers didn't hesitate to report Mercedes failures to Dr. Hoffman and she ended up in the headmasters office once every other week, and then once a week.
The first few meetings were lectures, student teacher meetings, then she lost privileges, and finally corporal punishment.
"Mercedes, this is your fourth visit now. Your attitude does not seem to be improving. What is the problem?"
"Nothing sir, I just like riding the horses, and I already have enough credits to graduate, I'm taking college classes now to keep from being bored." Her voice trailed off.
"Yes, you're smart, you've been successful here, but you are breaking the rules. You seem to think they don't apply to you." Dr. Hoffman spoke slowly, watching her reaction. She looked nervous, but not defiant, anxious and a little embarrassed.
"No sir, that's not what I'm thinking." Mercedes couldn't look Dr. Hoffman in the eye. She was hoping he would figure out what she was trying to do. She had heard stories from the other young women at the school that Dr. Hoffman gave out real punishments, spankings, and maybe even the cane to students who misbehaved.
Mercedes wanted just that kind of punishment. She had played spanking games as child with her friends and she discovered that not all punishments were bad. But here at St. Vincent, the previous Headmaster wasn't a strict disciplinarian. As she grew into a real woman she found herself thinking about the spanking games she played as a child and she wondered what it would be like to be spanked by a real man. She thought about it every night as she lay in bed. She pictured the handsome Dr. Hoffman spanking her. Spanking her on her bare behind. Spanking her and making her lay across his lap naked. She imagined him making her stand before him naked and then spanking and her and doing *other* things. She was thinking about all that when he brought her back to reality.
"What are you thinking then Mercedes?" Dr. Hoffman had an idea what was going on but he wanted to be sure.
"Nothing sir." She lied. She had her hands in her lap and she was fidgeting and squirming in her chair.
"You are acting like you're a naughty school girl." Hoffman said, using key words to see how she responded.
It had the desired effect. Mercedes looked up at him with a different look in her eye, a hopeful look.
"You know what naughty school girls get when they misbehave, don't you?"
She stared at him with eager eyes, nervous and excited.
"Ah, no sir..." She lied again, look down and away.
"Do you see the paddle on the shelf behind my desk?" He asked. He motioned to a paddle carved with the words, "Board of Education" on it. It was a wide paddle, about half an inch thick and a good 18 inches long. It was clearly designed for one thing and one thing only, administering punishment.
