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Jane has to wonder if Penelope will be as obliging.
She crosses to the door and opens it for the girl waiting in the hall with a sullen look on her face. It does not rectify itself when she sees Jane, if anything, it deepens.
“Penelope. I will see you now.”
Penelope enters the room, brimming with attitude.
“If I cry do I get out of being punished too?”
She clearly has no intention of being obliging.
“This is your second time in my office, and you should have known better. Bend over the desk, please,” Jane says, brandishing the paddle she has chosen for the task. It is an old-fashioned wood piece, oiled and shiny with holes drilled and chamfered so they reduce air resistance but do not welt the bottom they are applied to.
Penelope rolls her eyes. “I don’t see why I should be punished merely for hearing something, Miss Strict. I think you’re doing this because of the rumors.”
“What rumors are those?” Jane regrets the question as soon as she has asked it.
Penelope gets a very smug look on her face. “Rumors that you prefer to punish boyfriends instead of the students here. You’re only paddling me to cover for the fact…”
Jane has no idea where Penelope got this level of audacity from. Perhaps Storm is a worse influence than she imagined. The last thing any disciplinarian needs is a plague of impertinence spreading among her charges. She decides to make very certain to stamp it out here and now.
Penelope’s yowl as she is put firmly into place with the assistance of her earlobe is enough to frighten every cat in miles.
“Stay there,” Jane says sternly. “Lower your skirt and your underwear. You will be taking this paddling on the bare.”
Penelope is forced to reach back and push her skirt and undergarments down over her hips and bottom. They fall in a fabric pool around her feet, leaving her very much exposed.
“This is inhumane,” she sobs.
Jane pays that comment no mind. She is too busy lining up the first of what will be many swats to grace this girl’s behind.
That first stroke of the paddle lands with a sound like a shot being fired, a flash of pink with little circles of white where the paddle’s cut outs flare brightly on Penelope’s pale cheeks before disappearing almost as quickly as it came.
Another stroke, and another soon follow in its wake. The cane might be more immediately painful, but the paddle allows for a punishment to be drawn out, and that is precisely what Jane intends to do for Penelope. This girl deserves a good, long, thorough spanking of the kind that will leave her unable to sit, and with any luck, unable to form those rude, rebellious thoughts that create an environment where idle gossip and conjecture take root.
Penelope squirms in place, her hips twisting and writhing, her ever pinkening cheeks taking on progressively deeper hues.
Jane is glad that Melissa is bearing witness to this punishment. These two girls will be able to go forth and make it clear that whatever might be said, the school’s disciplinarian is very much invested in the job of punishing young ladies who deserve it.
Bereft of modesty and dignity, squirming and wailing over Miss Strict’s desk, Penelope discovers firsthand that copying the glibness of certain other students is not an easy path to follow. The price for attitude is paid in hot, painful shame.
The sound of the paddle cracking against Penelope’s bottom echoes through the door and out into the halls, leaving those who pass by on their way to and from administrative duties or classes very well aware that one of their number has made a grave error in judgement and is being very thoroughly corrected.
When Penelope’s bottom is a bright flaming red, and every stroke causes a gasping sob of pure misery, Jane considers that part of the punishment finished.
“Step out of those clothes, young lady, and take yourself off to the other corner. That’s right. Directly in the corner. Hands on your head.”
Penelope does as she is told, whimpering and crying softly to herself. There is no doubt she is a very sorry girl in this moment. As she lifts her hands to her head, the tail of her shirt rises up to put her poor, sore bottom very much on display for Miss Strict.
Jane lays the paddle on the desk, walks around, and sits down to begin doing the paperwork associated with these punishments. She feels a deep sense of satisfaction at a job well done. Two girls adorn the corners of her office, both very well chastised, and both no doubt vowing to themselves to never end up in such a position again.
14VENGEANCE
Several days later, on the weekend, Laura is taking a constitutional walk as she is in the habit of doing. Both she and Jane like to wander over vast distances, and of late they have taken to rambling together. Unfortunately, there has been a slight cooling in relations between the two women, and so Laura might assume she is alone as she leaves the grassy lower slopes and makes for low snow.
That assumption would be a grave mistake, however.
Today the hills have eyes.
