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 student body 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. In very serious cases that call for a
harsher punishment, she concludes with her 20” x 3” x 1/2” sorority paddle as they bend over her desk or sofa back.
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 and monitors the
administration of corporal correction to safeguard from injury in excess of mere severe bruising. In addition, members of
the Board of Visitors or the recipient’s parents may be present.
Tim, a senior, has never had to face Auntie Rhi—until now. A generally well-liked, intelligent, and well-behaved young
man, Tim is facing expulsion three months from graduation for “gross transgression.” The misconduct report that Ms. Rhi
has reviewed is that during chapel services, Tim was in the pew beside Robyn Renee Radcliff. Robyn, the daughter of
Reverend Byron and Rebecca-Sue Radcliff, is also intelligent and had a spotless record of good conduct. As all were
kneeling and singing a hymn, Robyn’s high soprano voice became more noticeable to those around her. It then reached a
crescendo level of a shrieking series of screams. Faculty members Sandy Belten, Denise Williams, and Carl Crozier
rushed to investigate whether Robyn’s screams were due to a medical emergency or a spiritual fulfillment. What they
discovered was fulfillment, but not exactly the spiritual kind. It appeared that Tim had slipped his hand up inside of the
back of Robyn’s skirt while both were kneeling. Slipping aside the back of Robyn’s thong, Tim had been massaging
Robyn’s clitoris with a finger of his right hand, while simultaneously probing and massaging her tight, sensitive, anal
aperture.
This gross transgression would call for expulsion and dash any plans for college. The Board of Visitors, by a single vote,
granted a motion commutation with a stipulation. In lieu of expulsion, both Tim and Robyn were to receive “vigorous and
severe corporal counseling.” Ms. Rhi assured the Board off the record that in spite of their spotless records until now, she
intended to administer the most severe paddlings she ever had to give to these two miscreants who had desecrated the
chapel. As both were fit athletes, Robyn a gymnast and basketball player, and Tim a wrestler and track runner, their firm
and well-developed backsides were quite capable of absorbing harsh spankings. Ms. Rhi also was aware that both sets
of religiously conservative parents actively practiced corporal discipline in their respective homes, so this would not be the
first time that either of them had fires set in their back-40s.
Robyn and Tim were to receive “joint counseling.” Ms. Rhi would administer their harsh and vigorous spankings during
the same meeting and they would be witnessing one another’s respective punishments. Robyn’s mother, Rebecca-Sue
would be present, as would Mrs. Montgomery. Unexpectedly, Board of Visitors Members Sandi Williams, Beverly
Bachman, and Dr. Owen Eubanks arrived. Although supportive of “corporal counseling,” they had voted for the more
serious sanction of expulsion. These members they made it known that they were there to ensure that Ms. Rhi was not
going to relent and lighten up as she administered the punishments. Tim’s parents were serving as missionaries overseas,
but had given approval for this arrangement via the modern wonder of internet email, and had named Mrs. Radcliff as
their proxy.
Ms. Rhi had situated her office in such a way that accommodated witnesses effectively. Mrs. Montgomery actually stood
in direct view of the miscreant’s bottom— approximately 5 feet and to the side at an oblique angle. Tim or Robyn would
stand in the far corner, facing outward toward their partner’s in crime bottoms. Approximately 5 feet behind Mrs.
Montgomery, but in direct line of sight, on a two foot elevated platform, Ms. Rhi had placed an oversized, antique, oval
mirror. She had cleverly angled it in such a way that the other witnesses sat at the opposite side of the office study, at the
coffee table, upon which a large, old, well-used Bible was displayed, and could thus simultaneously observe the subject’s
face directly, and the business going on at the other end reflected in the mirror. Out of the background at a low volume
was streaming over the computer the strains of a Southern Gospel playlist.
Robyn’s violation was two-fold. She had violated the dress code by wearing a thong instead of the more modesty
required briefs, and then the major violation of sexual contact with Tim. Therefore, her “Royal Purple” spanking would
consist of two phases. Phase one would be an over the knee spanking of vigorous 300 smacks with a heavy wooden
hairbrush. Phase two would be 100 hard swats with the sorority paddle.
Auntie Rhi sat at a sturdy armless Queen Anne style chair near the middle of her office study. Behind her, and slightly to
its immediate right was a small circular end stand of several items. Beckoning with her finger to a contrite, downcast, and
demur Robyn, Auntie Rhi had her remove her shoes to prevent them from flying off in the event of leg kicking. Then she
directed and guided Robyn over her lap. After rolling up the back of Robyn’s black woolen skirt, Auntie Rhi picked up
three safety pins from the adjacent end stand and pinned the skirt back in place at waist level. Hooking her thumbs
beneath the waist band of Robyn’s now modest white panties, Auntie Rhi rolled them down to the knocks of Robyn’s
knees, exposing her bare, athletic, yet somewhat amply rounded bottom to all present. As a prelude to what was to
become a change in color to those creamy white nether cheeks, the witnesses seated at the coffee table couldn’t help but
notice the contrasting red blushing of embarrassment in Robyn’s face next to the white high neckline of her lace trimmed
blouse.
Reaching over to the end stand a second time, Auntie Rhi picked up the dreaded hair brush, and sharply brought it down
on Robyn’s unprotected bottom, causing her to gasp. By the time fifteen had been delivered, Robyn had already started
sobbing and imploring for mercy. Auntie Rhi responded, “We haven’t even really begun, Robyn.”
Halfway through Phase one, Robyn’s bottom was the shade of a McDonald’s Restaurant sign. At its conclusion, it
resembled a novel version of the crimson tide. At that time, Auntie Rhi stood Robyn up, told her to leave her skirt pinned
up and panties at half mast as she changed places with Tim for his first phase. As Robyn walked stiffly to the corner,
displaying her nearly purple bare bottom to the room, Tim expressed his sorrow to Robyn for having caused her to be in
her terribly painful and humiliating state.
Removing his shoes as directed, Tim walked over and stood to the right of Auntie Rhi, facing the witnesses seated at the
coffee table. Apologetic, he told Auntie Rhi that he realized he deserved to be punished, but somehow hoped that she
might temper this punishment with some mercy. She responded, “Tim, I really hate to have to do this, but I have a duty to
make sure that you understand what you did is totally unacceptable. As much as I don’t want to, I have a duty to the
other students of this institution, the people who oversee this institution, and the parents and supporters of those who fund
us.”
Unfastening the belt and button of his trousers, Auntie Rhi lowered them, directed Tim to step out of them and kick them
to the side, remarking, “Tim, I don’t think you’ll be needing your trousers for a while.” After doing so, she directed and
Tim over the lap that Robyn had ridden for the preceding five minutes. After going over Auntie Rhi’s lap, Auntie Rhi
guided him further forward, as he was not in proper position, but rather too much off to the right side of her thigh. After
Tim’s bottom was in proper position, directly atop her right thigh, he felt Auntie Rhi’s thumbs in the ten minutes to two
positions under the waist band of his shorts, at which time felt them lowered to half-mast. Mrs. Montgomery made mental
note of Tim’s rather well developed gluteal muscles, thinking, ‘He must have work out a great deal, but today, those
glutes are going to get a different kind of workout.” After, assuring he was in proper position, Auntie Rhi placed her left
foot a bit forward, thus lowering her left thigh and elevating and arching Tims’s bottom even further, until she could see the
anus in his gluteal canyon.
Brush in hand, Auntie Rhi began her second vivid color scheme of the day on the canvas looking up at her. By her 20th
smack, Tim was beginning to feel noticeable discomfort of the increasing intensity of Auntie Rhi’s hairbrush. Alternating
cheeks, she would occasionally deliver a resounding smack to the lower midpoint where both sit spots meet. Delivering
the smacks in flurries of ten to twenty, Auntie Rhi would pause, in order for her and Mrs. Montgomery to and evaluate
and examine the situation. Each time she looked at her, Mrs. Montgomery responded with a slight nod of approval to
continue.
By the time they had reached 50, Tim was loudly crying out, and promising irreproachable conduct in the future. He
caught Mrs. Radcliff’s eye, and saw a smile, almost a smirk, of satisfaction of witnessing his situation. As Auntie Rhi
continued with the heavy hairbrush, Tim’s bottom began to feel like a furnace. Finally, phase one was over, and Auntie
Rhi helped him up, pulled the front of his shorts up, but leaving his sore bottom exposed, pointed to the corner. As he
walked over, Robyn was grimacing at what she had witnessed.
From a side cabinet, Auntie Rhi produced a darkly stained sorority paddle, approximately 20”x 3”x 1/2.” Directing
Robyn to a nearby upholstered arm chair, she had her stand behind it and bend forward, over the back. After adjusting
the “witness mirror,” Auntie Rhi stood to Robyn’s left, with her left foot just slightly forward of Robyn’s. In such position,
the paddle’s arc would properly impact both cheeks simultaneously, precluding the necessity of alternating cheeks as was
the case with the OTK smaller hairbrush technique. Skirt still pinned, and panties now having worked their way down to
Robyn’s ankles, her nether cheeks were a glowing crimson.
Auntie Rhi touched Robyn’s bottom with the paddle and made three light taps to gauge the distance and location, then,
swinging like tennis serve, she delivered the first swat that sounded like a sharp crack. Immediately, Robyn broke down
and began sobbing. Auntie Rhi, wanting to get through this ordeal as well, kept up the pace, bringing the paddle across
and just north of the gluteal fold to mid bottom time after time. Most of the swats impacted both cheeks simultaneously as
normally intended with this large paddle, but occasionally, as a change of pace and to discourage anticipation, Auntie Rhi
would give one cheek a break while devoting attention to the other. By the time 50 swats were delivered, both of Robyn’
s buttocks had turned from crimson to a purplish charcoal gray. Mrs. Montgomery, after several moments hesitation, gave
to sign to Auntie Rhi to proceed further.
Tim implored Auntie Rhi to stop, and offered to take Robyn’s remaining 50 swats, in addition to his own. Traditionally
conservative as she might be, Auntie Rhi’s Southern brand of feminism, otherwise known as being a “Steel Magnolia,”
was not about to permit Robyn to “girl out” from her just deserts. “No Tim, you’re not going to Tom Sawyer Robyn’s
way out of what she has to have,” as she brought swat number 51 across the high center mid point of Robyn’s bottom.
By now, Robyn was whimpering and broken. Wanting it to end as well, Auntie Rhi delivered the remaining swats as
rapidly as possible, at the end of which Robyn had dubious distinction of the woman with the most swollen, sorest, and
purplish bottom that day in all of Alabama. Although Robyn had been no spanking virgin, having received the hairbrush
over Rebecca-Sue’s knee three to four times a year growing up, and as recently as three weeks ago, this was truly the
spanking of her life.
At the conclusion of Robyn’s spanking, Ms. Rain told her, “Now Robyn, I want you to promise us that you will never
again let a man enter you unless and until it would be your husband.”
Because Tim was the initiator of the incident, Auntie Rhi determined that he was even more culpable than Robyn had
been. As such, he would undergo the same two phases as had his partner in crime, only perhaps more so. He would
receive the Auntie Rhi “Triple B” for (Black, Blue, and Blistered).
As Auntie Rhi had directed, Tim bent over the back of the upholstered chair and grasped the arms for support and at
some attempt to diffuse to imminent pain he was to feel surging through his buttocks as Auntie Rhi’s paddle came calling.
As further directed, he placed his feet in a pigeon-toed stance. This would prevent him from clenching his gluteal muscles,
and thus allow greater absorption of the energy brought by the paddle. Because he was the initiator, Auntie Rhi
announced that Tim would receive, not 100, as Robyn had, but 200. She further announced that in her communication
with Tim’s parents, they had told her to paddle Tim as if he were her own son who had embarrassed the family with such
misconduct, and leave nothing to spare. For the first 100 swats, Auntie Rhi produced a 14’x 2-1/2”x3/8” smaller version
of the sorority paddle used on Robyn. During this phase, Tim felt it to be a stepped up version of the OTK session with
the hairbrush. Auntie Rhi used the alternate cheek pattern, and although painful, was well within his endurance. Auntie Rhi,
for her part, was using this phase to achieve equal cheek balance, the mark of an expert spanker.
Finally, it was time for Tim’s third phase. Back came the sorority paddle. Just as Tim was believing that the spanking
wasn’t going so badly, the first swat from Auntie Rhi’s sorority paddle across the gluteal fold sent tongues of flames
through his muscular buttocks.‘Oh my,’ he thought, ‘how can I ever get through the next 99 without losing it in front of all
these people? If I cause Mrs. Montgomery to stop this, after Robyn took all of her’s, I’ll look like a real wimp. I’ll just
have to grit and bear it.’ Well, maybe just grit, because I’ve already bared it. Yeah Tim you always do try to find the
humor in everything, don’t you?’ At some point, Tim thought he heard Robyn imploring, “Please stop.” Nevertheless,
Auntie Rhi relentlessly sent her paddle into Tim’s bottom time and time again until it had endured the 100th swat. He was
crying out and promising to live the life of a saint forever. He would be reminded of his promise, as he sat gently on a very
tender scarlet bottom for quite a few days to come.
After Auntie Rhi put down her paddle, she had Tim drink from a glass of ice water, as he fought back tears. Placing her
hands on Tim’s shoulders, Auntie Rhi looked though his misty eyes and said, “It’s over, Tim. You’ve atoned for your
transgression. You have no idea how much I hated to have to do this. Please don’t ever make me have to do this, again.
But my promise to you is that I will if I you ever cause me to have to. Now, I want you to promise me that you’ll never,
ever, touch a young woman in the manner you did to Robyn unless and until that young woman is your wife. Tim nodded
in the affirmative as a tear ran down his face.
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