PHOTOSHOPPED AND A FIERY FANNNY
Ms. Rhi is an accomplished, educated lady of class, and is an Associate Dean of Students at Glenmont Academy. Her middle-age grace
and manner commands respect. Yet, she is known affectionately by the Glenmont Community as “Auntie Rhi,” because she really loves
and cares about her students-- academically, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. One of her major functions is the Directress of
Discipline. As such, she administers corporal counseling Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays following Chapel Services.
All students, of whatever age and sex, are subject to “corporal counseling,” as stated in the academy guide. She always begins over her
knee, usually with her sturdy hairbrush or similarly sized paddle. It is her way of interjecting a tone of “family concern,” as the Glenmont
Community does regard itself as a large, extended family. In very serious cases that call for a harsher punishment, she may graduate to
other implements and conclude with her 20” x 3” x 1/2” sorority paddle as the recipients bend over her desk or padded furniture. Although
modest attire is required for both students and staff, there are some exceptions regarding sports or recreational activities. Another
exception provides that “in order to be effective, corporal counseling may be administered directly to the unclothed, unprotected
buttocks.” Over time, Auntie Rhi has made it her practice to always give spankings of either sex on the bare bottom. Most students are
well behaved, and no student has had to come back to visit with Auntie Rhi in her office study more than twice. A conduct counseling
session with Auntie Rhi is always long remembered and quite effective in correcting misbehavior. Although short in stature, she has a
wholesome, hardy physique that enables her to put a lot of force to the point of impact. Generally, Mrs. Montgomery, the academy nurse,
witnesses, monitors, and certifies that the administration of corporal correction did not exceed physical effects in excess of mere severe
bruising. In addition, members of the Board of Visitors, appropriate faculty or support staff, or the recipient’s parents may be present.
It had been a bit of a dry spell for the past two months or so. She hadn’t had to administer corporal counseling since her hairbrush and
sorority paddle had their face–to-bottom “discussions” with Robyn and Tim for their chapel shenanigans a while back. Perhaps there was
some collateral benefit that influenced the rest of the student body after word of their severely paddled black and blued bottoms became
known and filtered out of their teams’ respective locker rooms and dorm showers. ‘Good Gosh,’ she thought, “I’ve never spanked anyone
as hard as I did those two. I was almost beginning to feel it myself. I hope I never have to be again as severe.’
As Ms. Rhi took another sip from her cup of herbal tea, Beverly Broadwater, her young administrative assistant, walked in through the
open door, carrying some incoming correspondence, and placed it into Ms. Rhi’s desk in-box. “Good morning, Ms. Rhi,” she said,
smiling. Need that tea freshened up?” Beverly was always so cheerful and helpful.
A tall, athletic, dark-complected brunette, Beverly, herself, had graduated from Glenmont several years before and had been among those
sometimes facetiously referred to as
“A-R-S-S’s. This acronym stood for “Auntie Rhi’s Spankless Students”. It had been an unwritten tradition that one wasn’t considered to
be a true graduate of Glenmont unless one had, on at least one occasion, viewed Auntie Rhi’s office carpet while perched over her lap. To
earn the opportunity to perch over her lap meant that one was feeling some pretty intense heat in one’s southern regions. It so happened
that usually by senior week, just before graduation, about 25% of the female and 7% of the male students would find themselves in the
unenviable second class ARSS status. The one way to abandon that status, so continued the tradition, would be to voluntarily report to
Auntie Rhi’s office and submit to her minimum basic spanking of 50 smacks with her hairbrush. These were not token love taps, either,
but real life, bare bottom hairbrush spankings, witnessed by one of two three-member student subcommittees, by sex with respect to the
sex of the ARSS shedding his or her status. So Beverly had been one of the 30 female and 9 male students whose bottoms Auntie Rhi had
reddened up that week just several years ago. Beverly hadn’t received a spanking since age 10, and her flawless peaches and cream
bubble-butt just seemed to be starving for one on that Senior Week day---.
“Oh, no thank you, Bev, I’ve had my share,” she replied. “Anything major here?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” her 25 year old assistant replied. “An M-R from Ms Dixon.”
As Ms. Rhi reviewed the Misconduct Report submitted by teacher Linda Dixon, Ms. Rhi learned that during Ms Dixon’s computer
science class, there appeared to be some snickering among a number of her male students, then a female gasp. Upon investigating the
matter, she discovered that Kyle Johnson had been up to mischief with the photoshoppe program. Using a photograph of two pigs
engaged in copulation, Kyle had superimposed the face photo of a female classmate, Patty-Ann Beale, onto the female pig. Patty-Ann, an
average looking, and slightly overweight girl, had enough self-confidence issues without Kyle aiding and abetting. The photo was being
passed around among the male students when during a hand off, it accidentally slipped from the grip of one, glided and skidded across
the floor, right beside Patty-Ann’s table.
‘I knew this was too good to last,’ Ms. Rhi thought. ‘Friday morning, nearly a perfect week, but now this. Look’s like Kyle Johnson will be
seeing me after chapel this Sunday.’ “Beverly, place Kyle Johnson’s on the counseling list for Sunday.”
“Already done, Ma’am,” she replied, with an assured smile and arched eyebrow, turning and returning to her outer office. ‘I’m glad that
little asshole is finally going to get his. Acting like some Eddie Haskell, having a lot of people think he’s some kind of Boy Scout when
some of us know better.’
***
The young man seated in the chair behind the coffee table knew he was in deep trouble. In a calm, but stern tone, Auntie Rhi had been
scolding him for nearly the past five minutes. First, there was the violation of the academy’s bullying and harassment policy, which could
result in suspension. Second, there was the misuse of the computer lab for producing or viewing pornography. The third, but related to
the second violation was the engaging of immoral conduct on campus or academy related activity. At the conclusion of this initial
dressing down from Auntie Rhi, Kyle was feeling truly ashamed and remorseful. “I’m sorry, Auntie Rhi. I truly am,” Kyle proffered.
“I believe you are, Kyle, and I’m glad to hear that,” replied Auntie Rhi. “And on behalf of Glenmont Academy, I accept your apology, but
this matter is far from its conclusion,” she continued. “Before the end of the week, you will write a formal letter of apology to Patty-Ann,
and submit it to me for review and approval. After I approve it, I will provide it to her. As I’ve already told you, she was so traumatized
over this incident that she had to go home to her family for a week or two. Her counselor believes that this letter of apology from you will
begin to help her with the healing process. “Further, in lieu of me recommending suspension for the rest of the semester, you will subject
yourself to corporal counseling as provided in the Academy Student Guide.”
Kyle nodded his assent.
“Finally,” Auntie Rhi informed Kyle, directing his attention to a computer with peripherals that Ms. Broadwater had earlier set up on a
nearby end table, “Patty-Ann, her mother, and Dr. Elizabeth Bach, Patty-Ann’s psychological counselor, will witness your corporal
counseling, via web-cam, as they could not be here in person.”
Kyle gulped, but did not protest.
Just as it was sinking in, the intercom ringtone on Ms. Rhi’s desk phone sounded. Walking over and picking up the receiver, Ms. Rhi
heard Beverly at the other end inform her, “Ms. Rhi, Mrs. Montgomery is here.”
“Oh, fine, Bev,” Ms. Rhi replied. “She’s right on time. Please send her in.”
Moments later the door opened and Shelly Montgomery, the Academy Nurse walked in. “Sorry to be running late, Ms. Rhi,” she said.
“Oh, no. Not at all Shelly. I was just finishing the preliminary oral interview. I’ll give you a couple of minutes with Kyle while I check on a
few things with Beverly. I’ll be right back,” Ms. Rhi responded as she walked out, leaving Mrs. Montgomery with Kyle.
Seating herself at the same place across from Kyle where Auntie Rhi had earlier been, Mrs. Montgomery began, “Kyle, you probably
know, but in case you aren’t aware, I’m the academy staff nurse.”
Kyle nodded in the affirmative. Across from him, he saw a, 44 year-old well-scubbed woman clad in a light blue skirt, white blouse, light
nylons, black pumps, and gold cross-button earrings. Shelly’s once platinum blonde hair, now a silver premature gray, was curled in at its
shoulder length.
“I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances,” she continued, “but I am here to monitor the spanking Ms. Rhi will be giving you
this afternoon, so as to prevent any serious injury or medical condition to you. I’m not going to make any inaccurate or false statements
to you, Kyle. Her spankings are quite severe shellackings, and I assure you that it will be quite painful. Your rear end will be sore for
several days.” Shelly Montgomery knew from some first-bottom experience. When initially requested to attend and monitor Ms. Rhi’s
corporal counseling three years ago, Shelly suggested that she personally experience a taste, but not the whole meal, so as to have a bit
of understanding as to what her patient might be experiencing. Not totally unfamiliar or opposed to spanking, Shelly and her husband
sometimes included it as a part of foreplay in their lovemaking, and it was a disciplinary tool she sometimes had taken out of her parenting
kit bag. Obliging, Ms. Rhi had Shelly bend over the back of the upholstered chair, and raise the back of her skirt. After doing so, took
careful aim with her sorority paddle to Shelly’s nude-tone pantyhose clad bottom. As agreed, five times the paddle cracked across both of
Shelly’s virtually unprotected bottom cheeks, each at the same exact location. She grunted and finally cried out, “WOW! OH, MY GOD!”
as she straightened up while rubbing her flaming buttocks with both of her hands. Hours later, after returning home and rolling down
those thin pantyhose at the full-length three panel mirror, a very rosy red mark in the perfect form of the paddle was still prominently
evident across the fair complexion of Shelly’s bottom.
“Kyle, Shelly continued, “Nearly all of the girls and even some of the boys cry. So don’t be afraid to if you feel the need. We will get
through this, though. Just remember that I’ll be here, and while I’m not going to get you out of what you’ve gotten yourself into, I’ll make
sure that no real harm comes to you. Oh, by the way, it would be a good idea for you to remove your shoes now so they won’t fly off
should you begin to kick your feet.”
Kyle untied and removed his black Oxfords, placing them under the coffee table.
***
At that, Auntie Rhi returned, accompanied by Ms. Broadwater. As Beverly sat at the computer keyboard and began to activate the
webcam, Auntie Rhi beckoned to Kyle with her finger, turned and sat on a heavily-covered, oversized hassock in the center of the room.
Her poise, posture, riveting deep blue eyes, full skirt, simple, yet tasteful jewelry adornment, and red hair gave her the regal appearance of
a Boadicea-like Celtic Queen about to administer her form of justice. Kyle arrived in front of her, head downcast at his fate. He saw her
fingers nimbly unbuckle and separate the ends of his belt, then unbutton the waist of his trousers and open the fly. Hooking her thumbs
at the inside at his hips, she dropped his trousers to his ankles, and at her direction, Kyle stepped out of them and with the toes of his
right foot, kicked them aside. Placing her right thumb under Kyle’s chin, and lifting his head up to make eye contact with him, Auntie Rhi
moved her eyes to her lap as her left index finger pointed into the top of her left thigh, then returned her eyes to Kyle’s eyes. Following
her non-verbal direction, Kyle moved to her right and placed himself in a prone position over her lap, his waist over her right thigh.
“Further, Kyle,” she directed, and Kyle, complied, crawling further over her lap, until his hips took the place of his waist.
At the other end of the webcast, Patty-Ann, her mother, Sandee, and Dr. Bach watched Auntie Rhi again used her thumbs in a nimble
fashion to hook under the waistband of Kyle’s undershorts at the ten minutes to two position, and quickly lower them to half-mast.
Ironically, Kyle felt the cooling breeze of the room’s ceiling fan against his bare fanny as soon as Auntie Rhi exposed it for the fire she
was about to ignite. As Kyle saw Auntie Rhi’s left business-pump clad foot emerge from under her skirt and move forward, which lowered
her left thigh slightly, the webcam audience noticed that Kyle’s bare bottom arched further over Auntie Rhi’s personal punishment
platform.
In order to keep Kyle from clenching his glutes, Auntie Rhi instructed, “Now Kyle, I want you to try to keep your toes pointed in, as in
pigeon toed, as best you can.”
Kyle pointed his toes in as he felt the unmistaken able touch of a wood hairbrush tap three times against his bare upturned bottom so as
to warn him that the rain of fire from Auntie Rhi was about to commence.
The webcam audience and Beverly watched Auntie Rhi bring the hairbrush to shoulder height, then quickly bring it down onto the young
man’s bottom, snapping it into Kyle’s fleshy bottom with added wrist action to enhance the acceleration of the hairbrush at the last
instant of its arc. The smacking sound was louder than expected to those observing. Kyle began to gasp and grunt. By the time twenty
smacks had been delivered, the webcam audience could observe that Kyle began to occasionally kick. By the time Auntie Rhi had
brought her hairbrush colliding with the impact area for the thirtieth time, Kyle began to groan and cry out. Sandee Beale thought, ‘She’s
beginning to get that young smart aleck’s attention.’
Auntie Rhi’s method of hairbrush OTK spanking would be a rhythm of alternating cheeks, usually one followed by the other, but at times
giving several smacks to the same cheek, before moving over to the adjacent one, so as to obviate anticipation on Kyle’s part. She
spanked in flurries of ten to twenty, at the end of which she would strike where both sit spots meet at the lower end of the gluteal canyon.
After a bit of scolding as to why he was being punished, and what was to be expected in the future, Auntie Rhi began another flurry of
what was to be an initial 500 smacks with her sturdy hairbrush. At the conclusion of this first phase, Beverly zoomed in on the impact
area, and the webcam audience saw a very scarlet shade of color to Kyle’s bottom.
Shelly got closer, bent slightly, and touched Kyle’s very warm skin to examine its condition. Satisfied, she took a documentary
photograph with her digital camera of the object of concern, and nodded her assent for Auntie Rhi to continue.
In order to preclude Kyle’s frontal nudity from witness observation, Auntie Rhi reached down to Kyle’s undershorts and “raised the
curtain,” so to speak. Helping him to his feet, she directed him to the back of a nearby upholstered arm chair. Following Auntie Rhi’s
direction, Kyle bent over the back of the chair and grasped the arms. For the second time, Kyle felt a pair of thumbs under the back of his
waistband, causing his undershorts to be lowered below his very warm bottom. This caused a bit of slight cooling comfort, if even for a
few moments.
“Kyle, that first phase of 500 with the hairbrush was for the violation of Glenmont Academy’s anti-harassment and bullying policy,
“Auntie Rhi explained. “I hope that Patty-Ann was able to witness that phase in its entirety and it has served to assuage the pain you
have caused her. This upcoming second phase of 100 swats with the Jokari paddle will be for using the computer network for the
purposes of producing and viewing pornography.”
Upon assuring that he understood and was ready, Auntie Rhi began to vigorously spank Kyle’s bottom with the Jokari paddle as though
she was beating the dust out of a carpet during a spring cleaning. By Kyle’s crying out and promise to live a saintly life forever, Auntie
Rhi knew her efforts were making what was going to be a long lasting impression on this young man’s present bottom and future
decorum.
‘Goodness,’ thought Beverly. ‘That woman can certainly put the timber on target. I only had 50 with her hairbrush. Kyle will be eating
from the mantel for a week.’
Keeping in mind what was in store for phase three, Auntie Rhi applied the Jokari paddle primarily to the centers of each buttock. From
time to time, though, Aunties Rhi would use an upswing stroke and have Ms. Jokari pay a visit to a sit spot and gluteal crease region, just
to keep things interesting.
From the other end of the webcam, Patty-Ann jokingly remarked to Elizabeth and Sandee, “Kyle’s squeals are starting to make him sound
like a pig,” bringing giggles to both women.
After the 100 swats, Auntie Rhi allowed Kyle to straighten up and drink from a glass of ice water while remaining in place at the back of
the upholstered chair. As he hydrated himself and caught his breath, Beverly again gave the webcam audience a closer view of the state
of affairs. It was very apparent to all that Kyle’s date with Ms. Jokari had transformed his bottom from the very scarlet red to a crimson
red. Then the view was blocked as Shelly came into the camera’s field of view. She observed the crimson shade and probed each very
warm cheek with her fingertips, causing a momentary dimpling in order to assess the volume of sub-epidermal fluid build up of the area. It
was her assessment that the centers of Kyle’s buttocks were close to their limits before weeping and possibly skin rupture, but she knew
that the third and final phase would be directed to the lower region, away from where Ms. Jokari had been doing her war dance.
Communicating to Ms. Rhi that she could proceed, she cautioned, “Just don’t go to too far north very much.”
Once Kyle was back in position, Auntie Rhi stood to Kyle’s left. Standing perpendicular to him, she lined up her sorority paddle over
Kyle’s bottom so as to gauge the proper
distance and that the paddle’s business surface would effectively strike the surface of the bottom as intended. To assure that the paddle
would not arrive late and strike only the
right cheek, nor early and strike only the left cheek, Auntie Rhi made certain that her left foot was just slightly in front of the imaginary
plane drawn across Kyle’s toes. In such stance and position, Auntie Rhi’s paddle swats would strike both of Kyle’s buttocks
simultaneously and with equal force.
Auntie Rhi announced that this third and final phase of the corporal counseling was 25 swats with the sorority paddle for immoral
behavior on campus. After assuring that Kyle was in position and ready, she warned him, “Stay in position and don’t move. I’ll pause
after each five to let you catch up. If necessary, I’ll even allow you a momentary water break. But you are going to feel these 25, Kyle.”
The witnesses watched Auntie Rhi take a two handed grip of her paddle and tap the lower portion of Kyle’s bottom and rub it in a circular
motion. She then tapped his bottom twice. The proper arc and distance measured, Auntie Rhi rotated her hips and shifted her weight to
her right while keeping her eye on target. Swinging forward, and shifting her weight from her right to her left, she buried the paddle into
both sit spots simultaneously with a loud CAAARACK! “AAAAAHHH!” yelled Kyle. CAAARACK, “OHH! YIKE!” as the paddle
landed a second time right where the first swat had landed, as did the following three. For the next five, Auntie Rhi expertly delivered the
swats slightly above and overlapping the ground where the first five had landed. Kyle was to the point of breaking down in tears.
Creeping slightly upward, and again overlapping the second increment of five swats, was the third stage of these brutal 25 swats that
Kyle would remember for the rest of his life. Each swat was full force, with no relentlessness, as Auntie Rhi swung her paddle as though
she were hitting a softball over the fence. After the fifteenth swat, Auntie Rhi, asked, “Kyle, do you need some water?” A tearful Kyle
nodded in the affirmative, and Mrs. Montgomery handed Kyle a glass of ice water.
“Kyle, just ten more to go. Hang in there. I’m sure you’ll never have to go through this again. Just hang in there. It’ll be over soon,”
Shelly coached.
Hydrated and catching his second wind, Kyle resumed the position. Auntie Rhi continued to deliver the final ten swats as hard as the
first fifteen. She delivered these final ten over the entire coverage area, from north, where Ms. Jokari had been, then southerly back to the
sit spots. At end, Kyle was blubbering uncontrollably and promising through sobs to live a spotless life forever.
Mrs. Montgomery documented a very purple and swollen gluteal region belonging to a most remorseful young man. ‘Well,’ thought
Beverly, ‘pigs may not fly, but big boys do cry.’
Auntie Rhi whispered to Kyle. Kyle reached down pulled up his undershorts. Turning to her, he again expressed his regret. “I’m sorry,
Auntie Rhi,” he said in a very remorseful manner. “I’m sorry for what I did, and I’m sorry for putting you to all this trouble. Thank you for
your attention to me,” as he hugged her. Auntie Rhi hugged Kyle back, and again whispered, causing Kyle to turn to the webcam and
offer his apology to Patty-Ann. “Patty-Ann, I’m very sorry for any pain that my stupid stunt brought you. I only hope that whatever pain
I have received from Auntie Rhi, and the soreness I’ll have for a while, will help you recover from the pain I have brought to you,” Kyle
tearfully stated.
At the other end of the webcam, tears were streaming down the faces of Patty-Ann and Sandee, as Patty-Ann buried her face into her
mother’s bosom.
Ms. Rhi is an accomplished, educated lady of class, and is an Associate Dean of Students at Glenmont Academy. Her middle-age grace
and manner commands respect. Yet, she is known affectionately by the Glenmont Community as “Auntie Rhi,” because she really loves
and cares about her students-- academically, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. One of her major functions is the Directress of
Discipline. As such, she administers corporal counseling Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays following Chapel Services.
All students, of whatever age and sex, are subject to “corporal counseling,” as stated in the academy guide. She always begins over her
knee, usually with her sturdy hairbrush or similarly sized paddle. It is her way of interjecting a tone of “family concern,” as the Glenmont
Community does regard itself as a large, extended family. In very serious cases that call for a harsher punishment, she may graduate to
other implements and conclude with her 20” x 3” x 1/2” sorority paddle as the recipients bend over her desk or padded furniture. Although
modest attire is required for both students and staff, there are some exceptions regarding sports or recreational activities. Another
exception provides that “in order to be effective, corporal counseling may be administered directly to the unclothed, unprotected
buttocks.” Over time, Auntie Rhi has made it her practice to always give spankings of either sex on the bare bottom. Most students are
well behaved, and no student has had to come back to visit with Auntie Rhi in her office study more than twice. A conduct counseling
session with Auntie Rhi is always long remembered and quite effective in correcting misbehavior. Although short in stature, she has a
wholesome, hardy physique that enables her to put a lot of force to the point of impact. Generally, Mrs. Montgomery, the academy nurse,
witnesses, monitors, and certifies that the administration of corporal correction did not exceed physical effects in excess of mere severe
bruising. In addition, members of the Board of Visitors, appropriate faculty or support staff, or the recipient’s parents may be present.
It had been a bit of a dry spell for the past two months or so. She hadn’t had to administer corporal counseling since her hairbrush and
sorority paddle had their face–to-bottom “discussions” with Robyn and Tim for their chapel shenanigans a while back. Perhaps there was
some collateral benefit that influenced the rest of the student body after word of their severely paddled black and blued bottoms became
known and filtered out of their teams’ respective locker rooms and dorm showers. ‘Good Gosh,’ she thought, “I’ve never spanked anyone
as hard as I did those two. I was almost beginning to feel it myself. I hope I never have to be again as severe.’
As Ms. Rhi took another sip from her cup of herbal tea, Beverly Broadwater, her young administrative assistant, walked in through the
open door, carrying some incoming correspondence, and placed it into Ms. Rhi’s desk in-box. “Good morning, Ms. Rhi,” she said,
smiling. Need that tea freshened up?” Beverly was always so cheerful and helpful.
A tall, athletic, dark-complected brunette, Beverly, herself, had graduated from Glenmont several years before and had been among those
sometimes facetiously referred to as
“A-R-S-S’s. This acronym stood for “Auntie Rhi’s Spankless Students”. It had been an unwritten tradition that one wasn’t considered to
be a true graduate of Glenmont unless one had, on at least one occasion, viewed Auntie Rhi’s office carpet while perched over her lap. To
earn the opportunity to perch over her lap meant that one was feeling some pretty intense heat in one’s southern regions. It so happened
that usually by senior week, just before graduation, about 25% of the female and 7% of the male students would find themselves in the
unenviable second class ARSS status. The one way to abandon that status, so continued the tradition, would be to voluntarily report to
Auntie Rhi’s office and submit to her minimum basic spanking of 50 smacks with her hairbrush. These were not token love taps, either,
but real life, bare bottom hairbrush spankings, witnessed by one of two three-member student subcommittees, by sex with respect to the
sex of the ARSS shedding his or her status. So Beverly had been one of the 30 female and 9 male students whose bottoms Auntie Rhi had
reddened up that week just several years ago. Beverly hadn’t received a spanking since age 10, and her flawless peaches and cream
bubble-butt just seemed to be starving for one on that Senior Week day---.
“Oh, no thank you, Bev, I’ve had my share,” she replied. “Anything major here?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” her 25 year old assistant replied. “An M-R from Ms Dixon.”
As Ms. Rhi reviewed the Misconduct Report submitted by teacher Linda Dixon, Ms. Rhi learned that during Ms Dixon’s computer
science class, there appeared to be some snickering among a number of her male students, then a female gasp. Upon investigating the
matter, she discovered that Kyle Johnson had been up to mischief with the photoshoppe program. Using a photograph of two pigs
engaged in copulation, Kyle had superimposed the face photo of a female classmate, Patty-Ann Beale, onto the female pig. Patty-Ann, an
average looking, and slightly overweight girl, had enough self-confidence issues without Kyle aiding and abetting. The photo was being
passed around among the male students when during a hand off, it accidentally slipped from the grip of one, glided and skidded across
the floor, right beside Patty-Ann’s table.
‘I knew this was too good to last,’ Ms. Rhi thought. ‘Friday morning, nearly a perfect week, but now this. Look’s like Kyle Johnson will be
seeing me after chapel this Sunday.’ “Beverly, place Kyle Johnson’s on the counseling list for Sunday.”
“Already done, Ma’am,” she replied, with an assured smile and arched eyebrow, turning and returning to her outer office. ‘I’m glad that
little asshole is finally going to get his. Acting like some Eddie Haskell, having a lot of people think he’s some kind of Boy Scout when
some of us know better.’
***
The young man seated in the chair behind the coffee table knew he was in deep trouble. In a calm, but stern tone, Auntie Rhi had been
scolding him for nearly the past five minutes. First, there was the violation of the academy’s bullying and harassment policy, which could
result in suspension. Second, there was the misuse of the computer lab for producing or viewing pornography. The third, but related to
the second violation was the engaging of immoral conduct on campus or academy related activity. At the conclusion of this initial
dressing down from Auntie Rhi, Kyle was feeling truly ashamed and remorseful. “I’m sorry, Auntie Rhi. I truly am,” Kyle proffered.
“I believe you are, Kyle, and I’m glad to hear that,” replied Auntie Rhi. “And on behalf of Glenmont Academy, I accept your apology, but
this matter is far from its conclusion,” she continued. “Before the end of the week, you will write a formal letter of apology to Patty-Ann,
and submit it to me for review and approval. After I approve it, I will provide it to her. As I’ve already told you, she was so traumatized
over this incident that she had to go home to her family for a week or two. Her counselor believes that this letter of apology from you will
begin to help her with the healing process. “Further, in lieu of me recommending suspension for the rest of the semester, you will subject
yourself to corporal counseling as provided in the Academy Student Guide.”
Kyle nodded his assent.
“Finally,” Auntie Rhi informed Kyle, directing his attention to a computer with peripherals that Ms. Broadwater had earlier set up on a
nearby end table, “Patty-Ann, her mother, and Dr. Elizabeth Bach, Patty-Ann’s psychological counselor, will witness your corporal
counseling, via web-cam, as they could not be here in person.”
Kyle gulped, but did not protest.
Just as it was sinking in, the intercom ringtone on Ms. Rhi’s desk phone sounded. Walking over and picking up the receiver, Ms. Rhi
heard Beverly at the other end inform her, “Ms. Rhi, Mrs. Montgomery is here.”
“Oh, fine, Bev,” Ms. Rhi replied. “She’s right on time. Please send her in.”
Moments later the door opened and Shelly Montgomery, the Academy Nurse walked in. “Sorry to be running late, Ms. Rhi,” she said.
“Oh, no. Not at all Shelly. I was just finishing the preliminary oral interview. I’ll give you a couple of minutes with Kyle while I check on a
few things with Beverly. I’ll be right back,” Ms. Rhi responded as she walked out, leaving Mrs. Montgomery with Kyle.
Seating herself at the same place across from Kyle where Auntie Rhi had earlier been, Mrs. Montgomery began, “Kyle, you probably
know, but in case you aren’t aware, I’m the academy staff nurse.”
Kyle nodded in the affirmative. Across from him, he saw a, 44 year-old well-scubbed woman clad in a light blue skirt, white blouse, light
nylons, black pumps, and gold cross-button earrings. Shelly’s once platinum blonde hair, now a silver premature gray, was curled in at its
shoulder length.
“I’m sorry we have to meet under these circumstances,” she continued, “but I am here to monitor the spanking Ms. Rhi will be giving you
this afternoon, so as to prevent any serious injury or medical condition to you. I’m not going to make any inaccurate or false statements
to you, Kyle. Her spankings are quite severe shellackings, and I assure you that it will be quite painful. Your rear end will be sore for
several days.” Shelly Montgomery knew from some first-bottom experience. When initially requested to attend and monitor Ms. Rhi’s
corporal counseling three years ago, Shelly suggested that she personally experience a taste, but not the whole meal, so as to have a bit
of understanding as to what her patient might be experiencing. Not totally unfamiliar or opposed to spanking, Shelly and her husband
sometimes included it as a part of foreplay in their lovemaking, and it was a disciplinary tool she sometimes had taken out of her parenting
kit bag. Obliging, Ms. Rhi had Shelly bend over the back of the upholstered chair, and raise the back of her skirt. After doing so, took
careful aim with her sorority paddle to Shelly’s nude-tone pantyhose clad bottom. As agreed, five times the paddle cracked across both of
Shelly’s virtually unprotected bottom cheeks, each at the same exact location. She grunted and finally cried out, “WOW! OH, MY GOD!”
as she straightened up while rubbing her flaming buttocks with both of her hands. Hours later, after returning home and rolling down
those thin pantyhose at the full-length three panel mirror, a very rosy red mark in the perfect form of the paddle was still prominently
evident across the fair complexion of Shelly’s bottom.
“Kyle, Shelly continued, “Nearly all of the girls and even some of the boys cry. So don’t be afraid to if you feel the need. We will get
through this, though. Just remember that I’ll be here, and while I’m not going to get you out of what you’ve gotten yourself into, I’ll make
sure that no real harm comes to you. Oh, by the way, it would be a good idea for you to remove your shoes now so they won’t fly off
should you begin to kick your feet.”
Kyle untied and removed his black Oxfords, placing them under the coffee table.
***
At that, Auntie Rhi returned, accompanied by Ms. Broadwater. As Beverly sat at the computer keyboard and began to activate the
webcam, Auntie Rhi beckoned to Kyle with her finger, turned and sat on a heavily-covered, oversized hassock in the center of the room.
Her poise, posture, riveting deep blue eyes, full skirt, simple, yet tasteful jewelry adornment, and red hair gave her the regal appearance of
a Boadicea-like Celtic Queen about to administer her form of justice. Kyle arrived in front of her, head downcast at his fate. He saw her
fingers nimbly unbuckle and separate the ends of his belt, then unbutton the waist of his trousers and open the fly. Hooking her thumbs
at the inside at his hips, she dropped his trousers to his ankles, and at her direction, Kyle stepped out of them and with the toes of his
right foot, kicked them aside. Placing her right thumb under Kyle’s chin, and lifting his head up to make eye contact with him, Auntie Rhi
moved her eyes to her lap as her left index finger pointed into the top of her left thigh, then returned her eyes to Kyle’s eyes. Following
her non-verbal direction, Kyle moved to her right and placed himself in a prone position over her lap, his waist over her right thigh.
“Further, Kyle,” she directed, and Kyle, complied, crawling further over her lap, until his hips took the place of his waist.
At the other end of the webcast, Patty-Ann, her mother, Sandee, and Dr. Bach watched Auntie Rhi again used her thumbs in a nimble
fashion to hook under the waistband of Kyle’s undershorts at the ten minutes to two position, and quickly lower them to half-mast.
Ironically, Kyle felt the cooling breeze of the room’s ceiling fan against his bare fanny as soon as Auntie Rhi exposed it for the fire she
was about to ignite. As Kyle saw Auntie Rhi’s left business-pump clad foot emerge from under her skirt and move forward, which lowered
her left thigh slightly, the webcam audience noticed that Kyle’s bare bottom arched further over Auntie Rhi’s personal punishment
platform.
In order to keep Kyle from clenching his glutes, Auntie Rhi instructed, “Now Kyle, I want you to try to keep your toes pointed in, as in
pigeon toed, as best you can.”
Kyle pointed his toes in as he felt the unmistaken able touch of a wood hairbrush tap three times against his bare upturned bottom so as
to warn him that the rain of fire from Auntie Rhi was about to commence.
The webcam audience and Beverly watched Auntie Rhi bring the hairbrush to shoulder height, then quickly bring it down onto the young
man’s bottom, snapping it into Kyle’s fleshy bottom with added wrist action to enhance the acceleration of the hairbrush at the last
instant of its arc. The smacking sound was louder than expected to those observing. Kyle began to gasp and grunt. By the time twenty
smacks had been delivered, the webcam audience could observe that Kyle began to occasionally kick. By the time Auntie Rhi had
brought her hairbrush colliding with the impact area for the thirtieth time, Kyle began to groan and cry out. Sandee Beale thought, ‘She’s
beginning to get that young smart aleck’s attention.’
Auntie Rhi’s method of hairbrush OTK spanking would be a rhythm of alternating cheeks, usually one followed by the other, but at times
giving several smacks to the same cheek, before moving over to the adjacent one, so as to obviate anticipation on Kyle’s part. She
spanked in flurries of ten to twenty, at the end of which she would strike where both sit spots meet at the lower end of the gluteal canyon.
After a bit of scolding as to why he was being punished, and what was to be expected in the future, Auntie Rhi began another flurry of
what was to be an initial 500 smacks with her sturdy hairbrush. At the conclusion of this first phase, Beverly zoomed in on the impact
area, and the webcam audience saw a very scarlet shade of color to Kyle’s bottom.
Shelly got closer, bent slightly, and touched Kyle’s very warm skin to examine its condition. Satisfied, she took a documentary
photograph with her digital camera of the object of concern, and nodded her assent for Auntie Rhi to continue.
In order to preclude Kyle’s frontal nudity from witness observation, Auntie Rhi reached down to Kyle’s undershorts and “raised the
curtain,” so to speak. Helping him to his feet, she directed him to the back of a nearby upholstered arm chair. Following Auntie Rhi’s
direction, Kyle bent over the back of the chair and grasped the arms. For the second time, Kyle felt a pair of thumbs under the back of his
waistband, causing his undershorts to be lowered below his very warm bottom. This caused a bit of slight cooling comfort, if even for a
few moments.
“Kyle, that first phase of 500 with the hairbrush was for the violation of Glenmont Academy’s anti-harassment and bullying policy,
“Auntie Rhi explained. “I hope that Patty-Ann was able to witness that phase in its entirety and it has served to assuage the pain you
have caused her. This upcoming second phase of 100 swats with the Jokari paddle will be for using the computer network for the
purposes of producing and viewing pornography.”
Upon assuring that he understood and was ready, Auntie Rhi began to vigorously spank Kyle’s bottom with the Jokari paddle as though
she was beating the dust out of a carpet during a spring cleaning. By Kyle’s crying out and promise to live a saintly life forever, Auntie
Rhi knew her efforts were making what was going to be a long lasting impression on this young man’s present bottom and future
decorum.
‘Goodness,’ thought Beverly. ‘That woman can certainly put the timber on target. I only had 50 with her hairbrush. Kyle will be eating
from the mantel for a week.’
Keeping in mind what was in store for phase three, Auntie Rhi applied the Jokari paddle primarily to the centers of each buttock. From
time to time, though, Aunties Rhi would use an upswing stroke and have Ms. Jokari pay a visit to a sit spot and gluteal crease region, just
to keep things interesting.
From the other end of the webcam, Patty-Ann jokingly remarked to Elizabeth and Sandee, “Kyle’s squeals are starting to make him sound
like a pig,” bringing giggles to both women.
After the 100 swats, Auntie Rhi allowed Kyle to straighten up and drink from a glass of ice water while remaining in place at the back of
the upholstered chair. As he hydrated himself and caught his breath, Beverly again gave the webcam audience a closer view of the state
of affairs. It was very apparent to all that Kyle’s date with Ms. Jokari had transformed his bottom from the very scarlet red to a crimson
red. Then the view was blocked as Shelly came into the camera’s field of view. She observed the crimson shade and probed each very
warm cheek with her fingertips, causing a momentary dimpling in order to assess the volume of sub-epidermal fluid build up of the area. It
was her assessment that the centers of Kyle’s buttocks were close to their limits before weeping and possibly skin rupture, but she knew
that the third and final phase would be directed to the lower region, away from where Ms. Jokari had been doing her war dance.
Communicating to Ms. Rhi that she could proceed, she cautioned, “Just don’t go to too far north very much.”
Once Kyle was back in position, Auntie Rhi stood to Kyle’s left. Standing perpendicular to him, she lined up her sorority paddle over
Kyle’s bottom so as to gauge the proper
distance and that the paddle’s business surface would effectively strike the surface of the bottom as intended. To assure that the paddle
would not arrive late and strike only the
right cheek, nor early and strike only the left cheek, Auntie Rhi made certain that her left foot was just slightly in front of the imaginary
plane drawn across Kyle’s toes. In such stance and position, Auntie Rhi’s paddle swats would strike both of Kyle’s buttocks
simultaneously and with equal force.
Auntie Rhi announced that this third and final phase of the corporal counseling was 25 swats with the sorority paddle for immoral
behavior on campus. After assuring that Kyle was in position and ready, she warned him, “Stay in position and don’t move. I’ll pause
after each five to let you catch up. If necessary, I’ll even allow you a momentary water break. But you are going to feel these 25, Kyle.”
The witnesses watched Auntie Rhi take a two handed grip of her paddle and tap the lower portion of Kyle’s bottom and rub it in a circular
motion. She then tapped his bottom twice. The proper arc and distance measured, Auntie Rhi rotated her hips and shifted her weight to
her right while keeping her eye on target. Swinging forward, and shifting her weight from her right to her left, she buried the paddle into
both sit spots simultaneously with a loud CAAARACK! “AAAAAHHH!” yelled Kyle. CAAARACK, “OHH! YIKE!” as the paddle
landed a second time right where the first swat had landed, as did the following three. For the next five, Auntie Rhi expertly delivered the
swats slightly above and overlapping the ground where the first five had landed. Kyle was to the point of breaking down in tears.
Creeping slightly upward, and again overlapping the second increment of five swats, was the third stage of these brutal 25 swats that
Kyle would remember for the rest of his life. Each swat was full force, with no relentlessness, as Auntie Rhi swung her paddle as though
she were hitting a softball over the fence. After the fifteenth swat, Auntie Rhi, asked, “Kyle, do you need some water?” A tearful Kyle
nodded in the affirmative, and Mrs. Montgomery handed Kyle a glass of ice water.
“Kyle, just ten more to go. Hang in there. I’m sure you’ll never have to go through this again. Just hang in there. It’ll be over soon,”
Shelly coached.
Hydrated and catching his second wind, Kyle resumed the position. Auntie Rhi continued to deliver the final ten swats as hard as the
first fifteen. She delivered these final ten over the entire coverage area, from north, where Ms. Jokari had been, then southerly back to the
sit spots. At end, Kyle was blubbering uncontrollably and promising through sobs to live a spotless life forever.
Mrs. Montgomery documented a very purple and swollen gluteal region belonging to a most remorseful young man. ‘Well,’ thought
Beverly, ‘pigs may not fly, but big boys do cry.’
Auntie Rhi whispered to Kyle. Kyle reached down pulled up his undershorts. Turning to her, he again expressed his regret. “I’m sorry,
Auntie Rhi,” he said in a very remorseful manner. “I’m sorry for what I did, and I’m sorry for putting you to all this trouble. Thank you for
your attention to me,” as he hugged her. Auntie Rhi hugged Kyle back, and again whispered, causing Kyle to turn to the webcam and
offer his apology to Patty-Ann. “Patty-Ann, I’m very sorry for any pain that my stupid stunt brought you. I only hope that whatever pain
I have received from Auntie Rhi, and the soreness I’ll have for a while, will help you recover from the pain I have brought to you,” Kyle
tearfully stated.
At the other end of the webcam, tears were streaming down the faces of Patty-Ann and Sandee, as Patty-Ann buried her face into her
mother’s bosom.
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