My name is Kala, and I'm eighteen years old. My parents were always strict and I was watched like a hawk. I graduated Highschool and I'm a student all-girl prep school. That's what they called it, at least. In reality, it was like a jail or military school.
My parents forced me to go here or they wouldn't pay for my college courses.
You received punishment for any infraction. They had a school code of conduct book called the Bible. The headmistress was a disciplinarian who took the job of discipline to the extreme. Paddling was for minor infractions of the code of conduct.
Paddling consisted of being bound over a heavily padded exercise horse. At the same time, she paddled your ass with a thick leather paddle until your ass was numb from the many blows that stimulated every sensory nerve in your posterior.
As the story is told, she was a big woman of Russian descent who served time in the Russian Gulags as a prison guard. She had a mean streak and was a reputed lesbian. I had been punished numerous times by her.
As the infractions became more serious, so did the punishment. Minor infractions, known as type "A" infractions, resulted in being beaten with that leather paddle. Infractions of type "B" resulted in you being paddled with an oak paddle with holes bored in it to reduce drag.
Type "C" infractions resulted in bare-ass paddling with the leather paddle in front of the entire student body. The student body, ha! We were more like the captive body.
Anyhow, I just committed my first type of "C" offense. I was caught outside after the lights went out. I was also smoking. I stole a cigarette from one instructor and matches from another.
It was ten at night, and most of the staff should have been inside doing whatever it is that they fucking do besides bossing us around. So this self-righteous "Nazi guard," aka staff member, dragged me to the headmistress, who had me dragged away to isolation until the next day.
The next day, they unlocked the isolation room, and dragged me into the auditorium, and pushed me onto the stage, pushing me into a bending position over the padded exercise horse. They then pulled down my sweatpants and underwear as I screamed out insults in defiance.
I could hear the other girls coming in and murmuring in low voices as they took seats and looked on. The headmistress announced my infraction of being outside after lights out and my disrespectful verbal outbursts.
I was to receive ten bare-assed strikes of the wooden paddle. "Fuck it," I thought as I hurled more insults at her, calling her a Nazi dyke cunt lapping bitch. I heard the swoosh of the paddle as it sliced through the air, followed by the slapping sound of its impact with my exposed ass flesh.
I then felt the sting as my blood rushed to the impacted area of my young, tender flesh. The headmistress yelled, "Count, or I'll continue until you count to ten."
Then I felt the second impact. this time in another area. I yelled out, "Two."
She retorted, "No!" "You must start with one."
I screamed, "Fuck you, bitch!"
Wack! as another blow landed on my now-burning skin. I'd had enough and exclaimed, "One," before counting the next nine strokes. It was embarrassing enough to be publicly spanked in front of all the other girls and staff, but to make my embarrassment complete, I orgasmed, squirting cum out of me and landing on the floor.
The headmistress called out my discharge by announcing to all the others that I had lost bladder control and had pissed all over the floor. I felt the heat of shame creep into my face as I heard the audience roar with laughter. I hung my head and sobbed softly as I heard the girls leave after being dismissed.
After the others left, the headmistress picked up my head by grabbing a fistful of my hair and stooping down to look directly into my eyes. She smirked and said, "You sprayed your cunt juice all over my floor." "You climaxed from getting your ass beat." "Didn't you?"
I sobbed, and in a final act of defiance that morning, I blurted out, "Fuck you, bitch."
She jerked my head up and replied, "No, fuck you. Now clean up your slimy cunt juice."
She left, and two of the staff untied me and watched as I used a mop to clean up the floor. I was then returned to isolation and fed.
How? Why? I couldn't begin to understand how the first major orgasm of my young life was brought on by the humiliation of being publicly spanked. Was it the shame or the pain? I was confused and bewildered.
My ass was red and raw; I could barely sit. Laying on my stomach was my only relief. A few hours later, the school nurse came in and applied Aloe to my raw, burning, and bruised ass.
It had a cooling effect and helped provide some comfort. I drifted off to sleep as I lay there thinking of how to escape this hell hole.
I was left out when I went to join the others for dinner. The dining hall got quiet as I entered with all eyes on me. I bravely went down the chow line and sat by myself near a corner. Slowly, the low murmur of conversation returned to the room.
I looked up from my food to see a pretty girl sitting across from me. She spoke to me in an introduction. "Hi, I'm Melissa." "I've been where you are." "That fucking cunt beat me in front of everyone also."
I mumbled, "I'm Kala."
Melissa responded, "Yes, I know." "Would you like to join our little group of misbehaving bitches?"
"How many of you are there?" I asked.
