Six Very Naughty Girls by Louise O Weston Page B

"Please, Sir, please. I'll do anything. Please stop. Please." And she burst into hot, noisy tears.
     
    "Compose yourself, April ," Mr. Pegg said calmly. "We're only half through."
     
    Almost everyone in the class was moved to pity for poor April who'd been so brave until that moment.
     
    "I can see I'm going to need assistance," Pegg announced. "The Code says that students must remain still or repeat the punishment,"
     
    "Oh nooooo , Sir," April begged.
     
    "...or," Pegg continued, "be restrained. In this case, since it is only April 's first infraction, she will be restrained. Janet please can you come up here and help?"
     
    Janet, a tall, strong girl, walked up to the front of the room. "You are to hold April 's arms against the desk as I proceed with her punishment," Mr. Pegg instructed. Janet nodded. April stood in front of the class, rubbing her behind and stared imploringly at her teacher.
     
    "Bend over my desk, April ," Mr. Pegg commanded again.
     
    April hesitated.
     
    "Now, April ! Or, we will begin at number one."
     
    April jumped forwards and assumed the correct position. Mr. Pegg raised her skirt. "Janet, secure her arms." Janet walked behind the desk and pinned April 's wrists against the edge of the desk.
     
    "What number are we up to, April ?" Mr. Pegg asked.
     
    "Fourteen, Sir," April answered meekly. "We're up to number 14."
     
    Mr. Pegg drew back his arm and let the paddle land with a mighty thwack. April cried out in pain and indignation. "Fourteen!" she yelled.
     
    Mr. Pegg applied spanks 15, 16, 17 and 18 in rapid succession. He put his full body weight into each spank and carefully aimed them to land on the same spot in the centre of April 's already scorched bottom. April squirmed and shrieked after each blow. As she counted out each stroke, she desperately tried to free herself from Janet's grip. Janet had to work pretty hard to keep her on the desk, but she managed it.
     
    "Luckily, for you, April , you continued to count properly after I picked up my pace," Mr. Pegg said approvingly. "What number is next?"
     
    "Nineteen, sir," April stammered weakly.
     
    "Speak up, girl!" Mr. Pegg commanded and landed an extremely wicked blow in the centre of her throbbing and tender behind.
     
    April screamed and began to cry loudly. "Nineteen!" she counted in a voice wracked by choking sobs. Again, she began begging Mr. Pegg to stop.
     
    "Compose yourself, April ," her teacher ordered. "I want you to remember the final five spanks in your punishment. I'm going to administer them slowly and firmly. You will request each one. I want your full cooperation. Begin."
     
    The room was silent except for April 's sobs. Mr. Pegg placed the paddle against her burning bottom. "I'm waiting, April ," he said.
     
    "Please give me spank number 20," April whimpered.
     
    Mr. Pegg let go with a particularly vicious smack. He put all his weight into it and it landed with a resounding whack. " Owwwwww !" April wailed. " Owwwwwww ."
     
    "The number, April ," Pegg said harshly.
     
    "20," April sobbed.
     
    "Next."
     
    For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of April 's childish blubbering as Mr. Pegg waited for her to continue.
     
    "We are waiting, April . Shall we begin at the beginning?"
     
    This horrible thought moved her.
     
    "Please give me spank number 2l," the punished child said through her tears.
     
    This spank was harder than the last and April screamed like a cat in the night, but, she didn't forget to count "2l."
     
    Hoping to get it over she yelled, "Please give me spank number 22!" She held her breath and tried to brace herself for the stroke.
     
    Mr. Pegg took his time, however. When the blow finally landed, it took her by surprise. She cried out pathetically and lurched on the desk. Janet lost control of one of her wrists as the decibel of her wails rose. "Hold her still, Janet," Mr. Pegg warned.
     
    "I'm sorry, Sir," Janet said. And although she felt intense sympathy for the