Chapter One - Grace

       "You know that you deserve this, correct?" A stern male voice admonished from beyond the closed door.

       "...Your kidding me, right?!  Like, there's no way you can do this!  It was my first time!" A haughty, insolent young girl replied.

       That comment elicited a smirk from the administrative assistant sitting to the left of Grace.  Grace brushed a loose lock of luxurious purple hair from her

visage as she wondered why the lady behind the computer was finding the conversation beyond the door amusing.  But then again, lower-born people always had their

peculiarities; they couldn't help it.  It was in their genes.  Grace of course had no such issues.  Her father, Grant, was the CEO of Asagiri Inc., a therapeutic company

that specialized in alternative procedures.  He graduated from the most prestigious academy in Kylan Island, like his father and his father's father did before him.  The

Sawa family was among the top five affluent clans in Kylan.  Her mother was as beautiful as she was creative, and was descended from such.  Grace had came from good

stock, and her body and mind displayed this.

       Grace herself had her mother's looks, and her father's intellect.  While she was still just a couple of weeks shy of turning nineteen years old, her body had already blossomed into dimensions that most women were envious of.  Her purple hair was brilliantly conditioned, with not a curl to be found.  It was split flawlessly down the middle, and it cascaded down below her shoulder blades.  Her face was almost perfectly symmetrical.  Her almond-shaped eyes were sharp and delicate at the same time, and colored the same as her hair.  Her nose had no unsightly angles or bulges, and behind her full lips hid perfectly aligned teeth.  She wore a black dress that hugged to her generous curves, and showed a moderate amount of pale, well proportioned cleavage.  While she may have not been endowed as much as other girls, she was proud of her naturally perky C cups, and the nice shape they had grown to be.  The dress descended to right above her knees; a respectable length, but not too conservative.  Her legs had not a blemish on them, and were pale as well.  She re-crossed them as she resumed listening to the dialogue emanating from beyond the Headmaster's door, delicately readjusting her dress and sitting with perfect posture.

       "Yes, Jenine, I can, and will administer your punishment.  Your parents registered you here at this school for a specific reason:  They wanted the best for you. 

We have a long and prestigious history of students moving on to be incredibly successful in their field of study.  And in order for us to ascertain the best possible values

and education, we had them sign this piece of paper here.  Ms. Jenine Brodin, can you read this paragraph aloud?  It's only a couple of sentences."  Grace then heard the

faint sound of paper being slid across a surface.

       The form crinkled in the student's had as her voice returned after a moment's pause.  "In order for the academy to assure that they are allowed every facet

available for the best education possible, we, the undersigned, grant this institution the right to discipline the student in a variety of ways, including the controversial

techniques of corporal punishment and public shame.  We also understand that we will not be notified of the student's transgression or resulting punishment until after

the punishment has been carried out..."  Her sweet voice lowered in volume as she continued to read the prose on paper, until Grace couldn't hear anything but a

murmur.  She would have leaned closer to the door if the crone typing away at her keyboard wasn't six feet to her left.  This was Grace's first day at the Kylan Academy,

and she was only slightly shocked at the news that this school uses corporal punishment and shame.  "Why the hell wouldn't my retard of a Father tell me this?" she

thought to herself.  While she was far from being a perfect angel, no one that knows her would think there was a bad hair on her body.  But that's because she wanted it

that way.  She did what she wanted, regardless if society deemed it reprehensible.  What separated her from other free-spirited girls was that she was smart enough to

avoid the consequences.

       The purple-haired teen started to question why she was summoned here to abstractly witness this session.  "Is this supposed to scare me straight or

something?  This farce is bloody ridiculous.  I bet this happens to all new students on their first day..." she said to herself softly.

       The assistant looked her way and asked, "Did you say something, Ms. Sawa?  I didn't hear you."

       Without a flinch or twitch, Grace responded, "No ma'am.  I was just singing to myself." Her voice coated in sugar.

       "Well, I know you have been waiting a while Ms. Sawa.  Headmaster Dravin should be available shortly.  I apologize for the wait." and with that she resumed

typing away on her keyboard, her attention no longer on Grace.

       The 16 year old lost track of what was going on beyond the door, and the next thing she heard was a chair scooting back.

       "So Jenine," the Headmaster resumed, "if you are done wasting both of our time, I'd like to get this done."  Heavy footsteps can now be heard. "I need you to

bend over my desk.  Yes that's right, like that.  Grab the other end of the desk... good.  Now I'm warning you now:  If your hands move from that spot during your

paddling, I will start over.  If you let go again... well, I'm sure you know what will happen then.  Do I make myself clear young lady?"

       "Yes." a defeated voice replied.

       "'Yes' what?" he calmly, but firmly replied.

       "Yes, Headmaster."

       More footsteps followed, followed by Jenine yelling, "Please Headmaster, leave my skirt down!  No.  No!"  Grace heard sounds of soft struggling from within.

       "Miss Foster, you have just earned an additional three Hard swats to be combined with your initial punishment of six Average swats.  I suggest you place your

hands back on the desk, and take your punishment with some dignity.  You should be glad I didn't decide to have you punished during Assembly.  However, keep this up,

and I will add you to the schedule."  The distressed screams immediately died down.

       "Yes sir, please... please I'll be good.  I'm sorry that I reacted like that, please don't punish me during Assembly."

       Then there was a small pause.  Grace imagined that the girl finally resolved herself to her fate, and that the Headmaster was lifting up her skirt.  Grace was

finding herself amused by the punishment session.  Maybe even slightly aroused.

       "Jenine, count these out."

       A pause was cut short by the sound of wood being laid across buttocks with force.  WHACK.

       Immediately a piercing scream followed, but Jenine recovered and counted, "One!"

       After one and a half seconds, the second swat announced itself.  This time the scream was louder, and her voice cracked when she counted "Two!"

       Grace silently chuckled at the female student's chastisement.  Jenine's voice sounded much more attractive when it was in distress.  She was never a witness

to corporal punishment before, and never had she herself been struck.  "The dumb bitch probably deserved it." Grace thought to herself.  She redoubled her efforts to

maintain a serene countenance before the typing crone next to her.

       WHACK!

       Again, the scream increased in volume and pitch, and this time she sobbed and sniffled, "Three!  Please sir not so hard!"

       WHACK!

       "Oh my god ow!!  Ow ow OW!  Four!  Please, I'm so sorry, please..."

       WHACK!

       This time her piercing scream was longer, and ended with her crying in earnest.  Between her sobs, she pleaded, "Oh my god, it hurts so bad.  I'm so sorry! 

Waah!  No!  No... please"

       However, the Headmaster would not give her time to recover.  "What number was that young lady?"

       "... please..." she began as she sniffled.  "...five sir."

       WHACK!

       This time she didn't stop screaming until nearly half a minute after the impact.  She was now choking with sobs.  "Please!  I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, god damn it

I'm sorry!" she squeaked as she was balling her eyes out.

       "Jenine, you know I don't abide cursing in my office.  The last of the three Hard strokes will now be Severe."

       Jenine then screamed in what could only be interpreted as terror.  "Noooooo!!  Please!"

       "What the hell makes Severe so much worse than Hard?"  Grace wondered to herself.  "Whatever it was, it was enough to scare the wits out of out of the dumb

girl."  Grace was anxiously awaiting how the girl would react to the Hard and Severe swats.  Judging from her earlier reactions and cries, Grace was certain that there

was no way the swats could increase in impact.  "How could it get worse?"  She noticed that she was now moist.  "I like this school already..." she thought to herself.

       SPLAT!  This swat had a noticeably sharper sounds to it than the previous six.

       "EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!  Aaaaaah haah haah haaaaaah!  Waaaaaah!   Waaaah!"  She continued to cry hard with no break besides her gasping for air, just to scream

some more.

       "Oh..." Grace thought to herself.  "The sharper sound must be because the Headmaster removed her panties.  So that's how he can increase the impact of the

swats.  Nice.  Real nice..."  She smiled warmly and fondly to herself, regardless of her efforts to betray no amusement.  "But if this is Hard, what the hell is Severe?"

       The Headmaster didn't bother to give her the chance or time allow her to count.  At this point he would be waiting for ever, as the girl Jenine could barely catch

her breath between crying like a five-year-old.

       SPLAT!  "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!!  WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!  WAAAAaaaaaaaaa!"

       The Headmaster spoke up, barely audible over the screams of immense pain escaping from Jenine's agape mouth.  "This last one will be Severe, miss Foster. 

You know what you need to do."

       "Nooo!"

       "Young lady, I'm only going to say this once.  If you do not spread your legs, I will repeat today's session at tomorrow evening's Assembly!  And the final three

will all be Severe!"

       Grace's heartbeat sped up at the sound of the Headmaster commanding the bawling girl to spread her legs.  "But if she does that, he will have an unobstructed

view of her pussy!  Can they really do this at school?  He is a male after all.  So perhaps that is what makes it Severe; the embarrassment of displaying your most private region.

       Though Jenine's crying never stopped, Grace heard two foot steps.  It must have been Jenine spreading her legs for him.  Grace now found herself desperately

wishing she knew what the Headmaster and the screaming student looked like so she could get a better mental image.

       SPLAT!

       The resulting sound was almost inhuman, almost animal like in nature.  Jenine's scream was so loud that Grace had to put her hands on her ears.  The typing

crone casually continued typing as if nothing was happening.

       In between her animal screams, Grace could have sworn that she heard liquid hitting the floor.  Did she knock over a glass as she was flailing about?

       After a couple of minutes, words were finally mixed in with screams.  "AAAaaaah!  Waaaaah!  My pussy!!  Owwww!  Waaah! 

Waaaaaaahahaaha!!"

       Grace could barely believe what she just heard.  "No way!  There's no way he would have hit her pussy with the paddle!  Oh my god, it's inhumane!"  Her

ethical thoughts melted away as she could tell that her panties were now saturated with her excitement.

       The screams and crying resumed for a legitimate five minutes.  Then it finally tapered off.  Grace heard the shuffling of feet again within the Headmaster's

office.

       "Don't mind the mess child.  Take another minute to compose yourself, and then return to class.  Jenine, you are better than what your recent behavior

displays.  I punish you like this because I will not abide you selling yourself, your family, and society short.  I take no joy in this."

       "Yeah right.  I know I did, and I wasn't even in the room." Grace quipped to herself as she adjusted her dress across her lap again.

       "I don't want to see you in my office again.  You know how much I loathe repeat offenders."

       "Yes, Headmaster." She choked back some late tears.

       "Good miss Foster.  Now return to class."

       The door opened and out stepped a girl who looked to be in her late teens, like Grace.  She was wearing the school's uniform, consisting of a green and blue

plaid skirt that hung similar to Grace's; just above her knees... maybe a little shorter.  Grace wasn't happy with the fact that she couldn't see the results of the beating

she took at the hands of the Headmaster.  However she did find the girl attractive.  Jenine's wavy red hair framed a cute face punctuated with green eyes.  Tears were

still leaking from her emerald eyes, though they were finally shoring up.  The areas surrounding her eyes were nearly as red as her hair.  Her bust was smaller than

average, perhaps a large A or small B cup, but it did fit her well, Grace agreed.  Jenine looked at Grace briefly in the eyes before she exited office.

       "Janet, please alert the custodian that one of our students had an accident again during punishment.  And tell them to be quick about it, as I have an appointment with Mr. Sawa's daughter.  I fear I'm already late as it is.  Please forward my apology to Grace."  The Headmaster's voice blared from the phone on the assistant's desk.  Grace couldn't help but lift an eyebrow in response to the proclamation that Jenine had actually urinated herself when the Headmaster paddled her purse.  That was all she betrayed the whole time she sat there.  She was damn good.  A smug smile crept to her full lips as she watched the custodian enter with a mop bucket and some cleaner.  Within a couple of minutes the custodian left.  "Yes..." Grace thought to herself.  "I'm going to have fun with these dumb little girls at this place.  I'd almost be terrified if I wasn't so smart about displacing blame."

       At the end of her self-satisfied thought, she heard the speaker on the crone's desk project the Headmaster's voice.

       "I'm now ready to see Ms. Sawa.  Show her in please."

       With all of her self-assured notions, Grace fumed that her throat betrayed her by nervously gulping.

       "I have nothing to worry about." the teen with the long purple hair told herself.  "Not a fucking thing."

       Her lithe form gracefully rose from her chair to open the door that deprived her eyes of her first experience with corporal punishment.