A Night at the Reformatory
© 1999 Mary Catherine Whitney
All Rights Reserved.
(Multiple M/F, Cons, No Sex)

Mary raced through the back door of The Reformatory and hurried upstairs to the employees changing room. She had to hurry, her shift began in half an hour and she still needed to get dressed and do her hair and makeup. She made her way through the small room to her locker in the corner. A couple of the girls stopped her, saying hello, one asking Mary if she still wanted to work an extra shift this week. She didn't, but time was running out and she needed every dollar she could make. She quickly agreed to take Felicity's Monday night shift and she also accepted an offer from Anna to join a session with one of her private clients tonight. He wanted something a little different and had requested Mary Catherine specifically. She blushed, hearing just what Anna's client wanted. She'd never done anything like that before, but Anna mentioned how much he was willing to pay for his special fantasy. For $150.00 plus tip, she would do it.

Mary sat down in front of her locker and quickly undressed and removed her brace, opening the door to pull out her uniform. Besides her floor uniform, Mary's set of special uniforms for her private clients that night were hanging in the space. Behind those were her "accessories" for the evening . . . the toys her private clients picked out for their special fantasies. She groaned with displeasure as she saw the ebony backed hairbrush her highest paying client had bought and required she use each time he visited. Katie, a beautiful, petite blonde girl who had the locker next to her heard Mary's groan and looked over, seeing the brush in Mary's locker amidst all the clothes and other toys. She was in her second year of medical school and like Mary Catherine was working at The Reformatory in order to earn every cent she could to pay for her tuition.

She reached over and gave Mary's hand a small squeeze. "Henry?" she asked. Mary Catherine nods, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She HATED when Henry booked an appointment with her. She hadn't seen him in nearly two weeks, but she knew he'd be back. He always came back and he was never in a good mood when he wanted to see her privately. "Want me to tell Paige you're not up to seeing him? I can take him for you Mary if you want." Mary shakes her head, rubbing her eyes quickly on the back of her hand. "No, I'll be ok . . . I just hate looking at that thing so much. He makes me do it too so I'm thinking about his visit all night long."

Katie looked at her and simply said, "Men can be such bastards sometimes Kiddo, but there's one or two of them out there that make it all worthwhile." Mary Catherine blushes and nods. She looks at the picture of her and Andy from their ski trip to Vermont that she kept taped to the inside door of her locker as Katie continued to speak. Whenever Mary was frightened or unsure about her choice she looked at the photo until she could work up the courage to keep going. It always helped her remember precisely why she was doing this-for Andy, because he was the one who made her feel amazing and special. Mary couldn't let him down by leaving Saint Francis, and more importantly, she wouldn't let anyone hurt him.

As they talk she pulls on her thigh high stockings and thong and steps into her plaid skirt. She reaches back into her locker and pulls out her bra, pushing her breasts firmly together in order to fasten it. She slips on her shirt, buttoning it and tying it at the midriff and steps into the dizzyingly high penny loafers. She walks to the mirror and pulls her hair up in its regulation ponytail and carefully applies a light application of lipstick and a hint of perfume. Most of the clients liked the girls fresh-faced, so makeup was kept to a minimum.

A couple of the girls get out the sunburn lotion and they all take turns bending over the benches and having their skirts raised to get a first application rubbed into their bottoms before heading out on duty. The girls always teased Mary Catherine about how perfectly she went over the bench; her legs straight, hands flat on the bench, back with a slight arch. "Show-off," Katie said sticking out her tongue as Mary bent over for Cindy to cover her bottom with the soothing lotion. She'd be back in the locker room at least a half a dozen times tonight getting a reapplication, and by the end it didn't do much good, but it offered a little protection against the impending sting of her shift.

Pulling her skirt back down, Mary stood and looked at her appointment list for the night. She was out on the floor for an hour, and then she had her first client. She'd have to do a quick change; he didn't want her in The Reformatory's regulation uniform. Mary pulled out her clothes for that appointment, and took a close look at the instructions neatly typed on the card She'd need to redo her hair and she had to remember to take off her lipstick. The card said she had to be freshly scrubbed. She was able to keep her regular uniform on for her second client of the night who was due at midnight.

With luck, she'd have enough time on the floor to see a couple of customers before he arrived and she'd be able to get back out there fairly quickly afterward. Anna's client expected to see them at 1:00 and luckily he wanted a schoolgirl too. Henry was her final private client of the night and he wasn't due until just before the end of her shift at 2:00 am. She had to change again for him and he always took his time lecturing her before the main event. She'd probably be off duty by about 3:00 am and back home by 4:00. "Thank god I had a nap today, I'm only going to get about three hours of sleep before breakfast," she thought. Just then a bell rings in the locker room and the girls head out four different doors to meet with their trainers and head out on the floor . . .

"Ok girls, line up," Christian says sternly as Mary Catherine, Katie, Anna, and Felicity walked into the spacious office Christian used to deal with his girls privately. The girls quickly pass inspection and Christian ties the small heart shaped paddle signifying they're on duty to a ribbon attached to the waistband of each girls' skirt. "My, my, you girls all look nice and naughty tonight." "Thank you Christian," they chorused, the three older girls rolling their eyes. Mary blushed, dropping hers to the ground. He smiles and walks over to her, raising her chin. "Still with that shy blush Kitten? I saw that you're going to be a busy girl tonight, four private clients. I knew my Kitten was going to be popular!"

Mary nods blushing harder; she was going to be busy all right-busy and sore! He picks up his clipboard and a stack of cards from his desk. "Ok girls, time to get to work. I'll be at the bar. Don't forget to pick up a fresh card for each on-floor client who wants to spend time with you and let me know if anyone is giving you a hard time. "Mary, be sure to follow Anna's lead when you meet Mr. Heron tonight. She knows what to do and you'll be fine, ok?" Mary nods, throwing a glance at Anna who gives her a sly smile. Then they turn and go down to the main floor and get to work . . .

Even though it's a Wednesday night, The Reformatory is packed. Men are packed around the small tables, laughing, joking, and getting a good look at the girls as they come out onto the floor. Mary quickly visits each of her six tables, blushing shyly at the comments the men make. Most of her floor assignments are casual customers . . . curious to try something a little different and let loose with their friends during a night on the town. A lot of them came to celebrate a special occasion such as a birthday or bachelor party. They tended to be younger-typically college guys or young professionals. She takes the orders for the tables, The Reformatory didn't serve alcohol, but the guys were all keyed up on adrenaline.

She brings over a round of soda's and sparkling waters for Table One and carefully sets down a bowl of pretzels, as the four guys size Mary Catherine up. They're looking over the menu card, debating a snack. "Anything else I can get for you at the moment Sir?" Mary says politely, looking at the handsome man in his early 30's who's holding the card. "You sure can sweetheart," he says. "We'd like a bowl of popcorn and another round, and . . ." he smiles, turning over the card, "I'd like a Texas Tantrum from you when you get back brat."

Mary looks at him, biting her lip. She crosses her arms in front of her and narrows her gaze. "BRAT?!" she says raising her voice slightly, drawing the attention of the next table. She sticks out her tongue at the guy who ordered the tantrum. "I can assure y'all that I am NOT a brat!" Her voice takes on a slight southern accent and the guys begin to make catcalls at their friend. "You gonna take such back talk from a little bitty thing like her Tony?"

He looks at Mary Catherine, then his friends shaking his head. "Of course not," he says as he starts to roll up his sleeves. "You can hold off on the drinks and that popcorn for a few minutes young lady, I think we need to give you a little attitude adjustment first." Mary reddens, she knew this was all part of the game at The Reformatory, but it was always still SOO embarrassing! The guys laugh again, beginning to tease Mary Catherine shamelessly. "Awwwww . . . look, she's blushing, that is SOOOOOO cute!"

The guy holding the card gives Mary a slow sexy smile and a wink. "I don't know fellas, shy blushes or not I think the naughty little brat is just dying to be spanked. Perhaps we should all take a peek. Bend over for us sweetheart and let's see what's underneath that skirt of yours." Mary drops her eyes to her shoes and begins to fidget. She looks up at him shyly and whispers, "Do I have to Sir?" He nods, "Yes Brat, I want to get a good look at that naughty little bottom of yours." Mary crosses her arms again and stamps her foot. "OOOOhhhhh . . . FINE!"

She quickly turns around and bends over and flips her skirt up over her bottom, giving the guys a quick look at her bare cheeks showed off to their best advantage in the snug thong. She pulls the skirt back down and turns around. "Satisfied?" she says huffily. "Well guys, are we satisfied?" They all look at each other, then Mary Catherine shaking their heads. "I don't think we are brat," the guy who's paying for Mary's tantrum says. "I think the only way I'll be happy is if you're across my lap and I'm reddening that pretty little backside of yours until you promise to behave like a proper young lady. You need a spanking brat and I'm prepared to give it to you. Go get your boss, I'd like a word with him."

Mary nods and hurries to the bar as the guys whistle and clap. Christian looks up as she puts her hand on his shoulder and asks for a client card. "What's he want?" Christian asks as he neatly prints Mary Catherine's name on the top of the card and the table number on the line underneath it. "Texas Tantrum," Mary says blushing. Christian laughs, "They got your number right off the bat, huh Kitten?" Her blush deepens, Christian had told her that the clients would love her rebellious nature and he really played up what he called her "brat factor" on her spanking menu.

Each girl's menu contained general types of spankings for birthdays and stuff like that, plus different types of specialized spankings based on what their trainers thought they did best. That way they got paid the most for their work because the clients got exactly what they wanted. There were four types of girls at The Reformatory and the club was broken up into four sections. That way, one girl of each type worked in each section of the club so there'd be no competition between girls who offered the same types of spankings. Mary Catherine, like all of Christian's girls was designated as a "BRAT". Christian finished filling out Mary's card, then stood, took her by the hand and led her struggling back to the table waiting for her performance.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!" Mary Catherine wailed as she struggled against Christian. He stopped in front of the table and gave Mary a swift swat on the seat of her skirt. "Settle down brat," he says sternly. Mary blushes and looks down, clasping her hands behind her back. Christian quickly apologizes for her behavior. "I'm sorry Sir, our girls are normally much better behaved than this one. I can tell you I'll deal with Mary's bad attitude sternly tonight after work." The man smiles at Christian, nodding, "Well that's nice to hear that your club expects its employees to behave, and that you're willing to make sure that they do, but in all honesty, I think it's better to correct bratty behavior immediately. I'm willing to drop my complaint if you'd allow me to take care of her myself right here and now."

Christian nods, "What did you have in mind?" he asks casually. "I think perhaps a good spanking over my knee might have the desired results," the client says smiling broadly now. Mary gasps audibly, her face turning bright red as Christian and the men seated around the table start to laugh loudly. "I think that can be arranged, Sir," Christian says politely. He discreetly hands Tony the card to check off what he wants and he quickly signs and gives Christian the card back with a fifty-dollar bill.

Christian nods and slips the card and money in a small envelope with Mary's name and hands her over to him. "Mary, I hope you learn a lesson here tonight. This gentleman is being very generous by allowing you to get out of trouble so lightly. He unties Mary's paddle and hands it to Tony and gives him a necklace with a small heart shaped pendant with the word "Brat" engraved on it. "You might want her to wear this as a reminder of what a bratty little girl she's been Sir," he says.

The guy called Tony has a huge smile on his face as he pats his knee with the paddle. When his friends suggested they come here to celebrate his promotion he'd been a little shocked, but now that he was here he was actually having a great time. He'd always wanted to spank a girl, it was a long-time fantasy of his. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do it and with such a cute little thing as the girl blushing before him. "Come here brat and sit on my knee a minute," he says. Reluctantly Mary Catherine walks over to the man and sits on his lap. Tony gently puts the necklace around her neck and traces his finger across the word brat. He watches as Mary's lower lip begins to quiver. "Anything you want to say before I spank you brat?" he asks, looking into her wide eyes.

She drops her gaze and mumbles, "I'm sorry Sir and thank you for getting me out of trouble with my boss." He tips her chin up so she's looking at him, "My pleasure sweetheart. I know you're not such a bad little brat, despite that temper tantrum you had earlier. I think I'd like to spank you now, so bottoms up little one," he says turning her over his knee. Mary feels her skirt being raised and the small paddle rubbing the sweet spot of her left cheek.

She quickly starts squirming and pleading for mercy. "SMACK, SMACKKK, SMMMACCCCCCK," Oh, owww, Mary's legs start kicking as her body squirms more, "OHH, oww, please Sir, I'mmm sooooorrrry!" "SMACK, SMACKKKKK, SMMMMMACCCCK, SMAACCCCKKK" Tony brings the paddle down on Mary's tight little bottom, enjoying the bounce of her cheeks as he begins to see them take on a pale pink glow. He's already made up his mind, he'd like to do this again, but privately next time. He has a VERY specific fantasy in mind and couldn't wait to make it come true! Before he left tonight he'd take the girl shopping in The Reformatory's gift shop and pick out precisely what he wanted to use on her. "Oh, ouch, please . . . No, no more. I'll be a good girl Sir, honnnneeessstt!" "SMACK, SSSSSSMMMMMMACKKKKK . . ."

His twenty-five carefully measured spanks are quickly dispensed and Mary is set on her feet in front of him. He looks at the red-faced girl, a small trickle of tears rolling down her cheeks. He smiles kindly at her and says, "I think that clears the slate between us for now, but if you misbehave I'm going to have to do that again, is that clear young lady?" Mary nods, "Yes Sir, it's clear. Thank you for taking the time to correct me. I'm sorry if I spoiled your night out."

He carefully ties her paddle back to the ribbon at her waist and gives her a quick wink. "I think you made up for your behavior with that little performance. I had a VERY good time brat." Mary's ears turn red and he laughs. Leaning over he whispers, "You are the cutest little thing when you blush. Tell your boss I'd like a repeat performance with you next week, but privately, ok?" Mary nods, and whispers back, "Yes Sir, you just stop by the bar to see him when you get the chance." He smiles again and hands her a twenty as a tip. "I'd like you to leave the pendant on for the rest of the night to remember me by, ok?" Mary blushes again and nods. "Yes Sir." "Tony," he says kindly, "Call me Tony, ok?" She smiles at him, "Yes Tony and thanks again for giving me that attitude adjustment." "My pleasure brat," he says laughing, "my pleasure."

Mary wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and promises the men that she'll get their refills in just a few minutes. She hurries back to the bar to add her tip to her envelope and to let Christian know that Tony wants to book a private appointment with her. "Snagged another one with your charms, huh Kitten?" he asks teasingly. She smiles, managing not to blush.

Christian asked her how her bottom was and if she needed to visit Paige for a reapplication of sunburn lotion before her next spanking. "No, it's ok, he didn't me spank too hard. I think it was his first time." Christian makes her turn around and lift up her skirt to inspect the damage. "Barely pink Kitten, you're right, you'll be fine to go back out now. After you drop off those drinks, Table Four wants to see you for a special '21-Bun Salute!"

Mary looks at Christian who begins to laugh as he tells Mary her next assignment. A 21-bun salute means there's a birthday boy who wants her to take his birthday spanking for him. It's generally a garden-variety menu item, she gets at least one of these a night. "How old is he?" she asks warily. The way Christian's laughing the guy must be 80 or something! "Only 21 Kitten, a real old-fashioned salute, huh?"

"Yeah," she says, still not sure what's up. "Meet you at the table in a couple of minutes. I need to get those drinks out to Table One and Table Two is looking thirsty as well. Dropping off the drinks and popcorn for Tony's table and takes a drink order for the guys at Two who are eagerly looking over her special menu card. "We haven't made up our minds yet, honey," the one holding the card says, "but we will by the time you get back." Mary nods and heads over to Table Four to visit the birthday boy . . .

She discovers quickly just what Christian found so amusing about this particular spanking. "I understand there's a birthday boy here tonight," Mary says as she gets to the table. There's three men at the table, an older one in his sixties and a pair of younger guys in their twenties. "That's almost right little lady," the older man says with a smile. "These here are my boys, Jake and Josh and they turned 21 today. I asked them if there was anything they wanted and they said that they wanted to turn a pretty little girl over their knees for a birthday spanking!"

Mary nods, ok, it was a little unusual for two guys at one table to be having a birthday but she didn't see what Christian thought was so funny. She turns to the two younger guys and smiles, "Which one of you wants to go first?" she asks as she unties the paddle from the waistband of her skirt. The guys smile back laughing, "We've had to take turns all our lives sweetheart, and tonight what we want is to both go first!" they say in unison.

She looks at them puzzled. Christian steps in clearing up the situation as he hands one of the guys an extra paddle and helps them move their chairs so they're side by side in opposite directions. Her eyes widen as the guys' chorus, "You've got two cheeks and we each want one so pass us that other paddle and climb on over our laps!"

She blushes furiously as she hands over the paddle to Josh, "Or was it Jake?" she thought and the two guys helped her lie across their laps. She squirmed furiously as she felt two hands slowly raise her skirt to her waist. A crowd gathered around as her bottom was bared and she felt a strong arm in each direction wrap around her waist. "SMACK . . . SMACK!!!!" "One!" the crowd calls out as a paddle lands on each of Mary Catherine's cheeks. "SMACK . . . SMACK!!!! "Two!!!!!" Mary gasps and shifts, her legs kicking. By ten, there were tears forming in her eyes, these two guys spanked much harder than her last client! "SMACK . . .SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMACK!!!" By fifteen she was crying and by the time they finished up their twenty-first spank each her bottom was burning. They set her on her feet as the crowd cheered and each guy gave her a small hug and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"You boys get what you wanted?" their father asks. "Sure did Dad!" they say in unison. "Good, good . . . let me tell you little lady, my boys are impossible to shop for. Glad I finally found something they liked. He walks over and slips Mary a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. She stares at it in shock, she'd NEVER gotten such a big tip before, not even from a private client. It was more than she was paid for the spanking itself!

"Thank you Sir," she says, the sting of her spanking temporarily forgotten. This was shaping up to be a profitable night; a good thing too because she didn't have much time left to make enough money to pay for her tuition. "My pleasure little lady, you gave my boys a birthday to remember!" Mary wishes the boys a happy birthday and lets them know that she'll be back later. "If you need anything while I'm gone, just ask Marie, she'll be covering my tables."

Mary walks upstairs and hurries toward the changing room. Two other girls, Katie and a tall redhead named Daniella are changing for their appointments with private clients. Mary slips off her skirt and strips off her shirt, thong and bra and kicks off her shoes. As she sits down to unroll her stockings she groans and hops back up, looking over her shoulder to inspect the damage. "Ouch," she says rubbing her bottom. Katie looks over at Mary's reddened backside and says, "Mary bend over and let me get some cream on that before you get dressed." Mary turns around and Katie quickly applies the soothing lotion on her bottom.

By the time she's done the redness has dulled to a medium pink. "That going to be ok Mary?" she asks. "There's still some color in your cheeks." "No problem, it's perfect actually." Katie looks confused until she sees Mary pull out her outfit for her first client. "Daddy, huh?" she asks as she watches Mary pull on the one-piece pajamas with feet and zips up the sleeper over her body. It's form fitting, and most embarrassingly it has a drop seat in the back for her client to lower before he spanks her. "Yeah . . . and he likes it if I come to him freshly spanked. This will save Christian a trip up to the office."

She pulls out her ponytail quickly brushing her hair and pulls it into two pigtails. She picks up a large lollipop and the teddy bear that went with her outfit and turns around, staring at herself in the mirror. She looks about six, she thinks. It's SO embarrassing. Behind her Katie and Daniella giggle. Katie has a cheerleader costume on while Daniella is dressed as a nurse. Like Mary, Katie's job at the club was as a brat; Daniella on the other hand worked as a tease. She spent a lot of her private sessions dressed as a secretary, nurse, or a French maid playing a chastised employee to a frustrated employer. "You look SO cute little girl," Katie says as she giggles. Mary turns, sticks out her tongue and races out of the changing area. Her client will be arriving in a few minutes and she needs to beat him to the room . . .

Arriving at room number nine, Mary opens the door. Paige is inside putting the finishing touches in place. The room is a perfect recreation of a little girl's room; lots of pink and white with stuffed animals and a twin-sized canopy bed with big fluffy pillows. She looks up and smiles as she spots Mary Catherine's getup. "Ready to be tucked in little girl?" she asks Mary teasingly. Mary nods earnestly and heads over to the bed. Paige stops her as she pulls back the covers and hands her a Kleenex. "Lipstick Mary," she says as she points to Mary's mouth. "Ooooops, sorry Paige, I knew I forgot something." She quickly wipes her mouth and hands Paige back the tissue. "Ok Mary, hop into bed. He'll be here any minute. Don't forget, he likes lots and lots of tears so be sure to cry as much as possible." Mary nods again, wrinkling her nose. That was hard, she hated crying every bit as much as she hated getting spanked, and while she cried a lot these days, particularly on the job, the amount of tears required for this type of client were hard for her to pull off. Paige sees the look and reassures her. "Don't worry Mary, he asked for something extra special tonight to assure you start bawling your eyes out immediately. I promise it won't hurt, but it WILL get you crying mighty hard, mighty quick." With that thought to ponder Paige leaves Mary Catherine alone and she closes her eyes to wait for her client.

The door opens a moment later and Mary hears the footsteps cross the room and feels the bed dip down as the man sits down beside her. "Come on little girl, wake up," he says patting Mary's hand. She opens her eyes and sees Jonathon, one of her regulars looking at her. He's in his late 30's, a handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes. "Have a good night's sleep sweetie?" he asks as Mary Catherine sits up.

"Yes," she says softly. He looks at her, pushing her pigtail back behind her shoulder. "Yes what, young lady?" he asks. "Yes Daddy," she says as she begins to blush and she moves her thumb to her mouth and begins to suck. He takes her hand from her mouth and slaps the back of it gently. "What did Daddy say about sucking your thumb Mary?" Her blush deepens, "Sorry Daddy, I forgotted." "That's 'forgot, not forgotted' Mary Catherine." "Yes Daddy, sorry, I forgot."

He smiles, god, she was good at this. "Good, now why aren't you up already? You're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up. Go put on your uniform while Daddy waits." He points to the jumper and broadcloth shirt hanging on a hook on the door. Mary shakes her head and burrows under the covers. "I said get dressed young lady, this instant!"

From under the covers he hears Mary's mumbled reply. "What was that?" he asks as he pulls the covers from over her head. "I said I don't feel good Daddy. I think I'm sick and shouldn't go to school today." Jonathon gives her a look of concern and puts his hand to her forehead. "Sick huh? You don't feel warm, but I guess we should check it out." He presses a small button next to the table and in an instant there's a knock on the door.

Paige comes in and is dressed like a doctor, complete with a white coat, stethoscope and black bag. "Well well, Mr. Cole, what seems to be the problem?" "My little girl says that she doesn't feel well and is too sick to go to school today. I thought she should have a checkup. Paige sits down and looks at Mary. "Well, she looks ok, but it wouldn't hurt to check I guess. She puts on the stethoscope and lowers the zipper on Mary's sleeper just enough to slip the stethoscope inside, but not enough for Jonathon to see anything. "Hmmmmm," Paige says. "Her heart is beating a little fast. I'd better take her temperature too just to be on the safe side."

Paige pulls a thermometer out of her black bag and allows Mary to zip her sleeper back up to her neck. Mary opens her mouth to have her temperature taken, but Paige briskly says, "Now, now . . . little girls don't get their temperatures taken THAT way Mary. Turn over so we can take your temperature correctly." Mary gasps and begins to protest. The tears are already filling her eyes and Jonathon has a huge smile on his face. She wished Paige had warned her about this!

Struggling Mary finds herself flipped over and the drop seat of her snug sleeper is let down. Jonathon stares appreciatively at Mary's pinkened bottom and pats it gently. "Settle down Mary, the doctor is just going to take your temperature. I'm sure you can manage to act like a big girl for Dr. Hanson, can't you. Mary buries her face into the pillow and begins to cry as she hears Paige put on a latex glove. Paige dips a finger into a large jar of Vaseline and smears it liberally across the thermometer, then dipping her finger again, she gets quickly brings her gloved finger between Mary's cheeks and dabs a glob of Vaseline across the small, sensitive hole. She feels Jonathon take her hand and feels Paige slip the thermometer between her cheeks and inside.

It didn't hurt, but it was effective. She began to sob uncontrollably her bottom clenching. She heard Jonathon's voice comforting her, and he stroked her hair with his free hand. Two minutes later the thermometer was removed and read, Paige cleaning it and Mary's bottom with a small sterile wipe. She writes a quick note on a small card, then rebuttons Mary's sleeper and gives Jonathon the card.

"Is my little girl going to be ok Doctor," he asks anxiously. "Yes, she'll be just fine as long as you follow the instructions on that card." Looking over at Mary she adds, "Be sure to do what your Daddy tells you Mary, ok?" Mary looks up from her pillow, her face red, tears still falling freely. She nods and Jonathon walks Paige to the door thanking her.

He reads the note then sits down on the bed again, turning Mary Catherine over. "I am VERY disappointed in my little girl today," he scolds. "Do you know what the Doctor's note says?" She shakes her head and he tips her chin up so she's looking at him. "The Doctor said that you were fibbing. According to her you're not sick at all." Mary's mouth turns a silent O and she looks down.

"What are you going to do Daddy?" she asks. "Well young lady, what did we decide happened to naughty little girls who lied to their Daddy?" Whispering she says, "They get spanked Daddy." That's right, and how do they get spanked?" Blushing furiously closing her eyes she says, "On their bare bottoms Daddy." That's right Mary Catherine, they get their naughty bottoms spanked for telling fibs. I think your mouth needs a lesson too. I told you last time I caught you lying that you'd need an extra lesson if I caught you again. I had thought a good washing out with soap would do the trick, but Doctor Hanson suggested something else.

Walking over to the dresser he picks up a large silver spoon and a small brown bottle. Mary stifles a groan as he smiles. She thinks ruefully to herself how she'd recently put Jenny through something like this for lying to her. It was SO unfair that she'd be subjected this sort of treatment herself, particularly when the fibbing was part of Jonathon's little fantasy. He comes back to the bed and uncaps the bottle, pouring a heaping tablespoon and holds it toward Mary's tightly closed mouth.

"Open wide Mary, here comes the airplane!" he says. She shakes her head wildly and he threatens a second spoonful if she doesn't settle down and behave right this instant. Closing her eyes she opens her mouth wide, careful not to let the liquid touch her tongue. Jonathon tricks her though and pours it quickly into her mouth and she swallows, a look of disgust crossing her face. It was cod liver oil! It had been bad enough thinking it was castor oil, but this was horrid . . . the fishy smell and taste permeated her taste buds and it was all she could do to swallow it without gagging.

He watches Mary as she swallows miserably and orders her out of bed. He leads her over to the chair in the corner and sits down, lecturing her firmly for a good five minutes. By the time he finally turns her over his lap Mary has tears running down her face again.

He swiftly unbuttons the flap on the seat of her jammies and gives her a hot, blistering spanking on the bare with his hand. He had huge hands and it felt as if each spank covered her entire bottom! He continues to lecture her as he spanks and she sobs like a little girl as he spanks her bottom to a bright pink. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you Mary?" he scolds gently, causing her to cry harder. Mary nods her head frantically, gasping as a particularly firm spank lands low on her right cheek. She knew she was bad, not so much for being here, for letting a stranger spank her, but for not going to Andy and asking for his help. This was her punishment, though it relieved and compounded her guilt simultaneously.

Finally he pulls her to her feet and with a firm swat he sends her to the corner for a little timeout. "Don't let me catch you rubbing young lady or we'll start all over again, is that clear?" She nods, scampering to the corner, pressing her nose against the wall as she continues to sob. He stood a moment watching Mary, her spanked bottom framed by her jammies. She looked so cute and vulnerable. For the millionth time he wished he could find a little girl of his own-someone like Mary who he could tuck in at night and read to and scold and spank. Someone to take care of always and not just for an hour or two at a time.

He then gets a bottle of soothing aloe and the lollipop and puts them on the night table. "Ok Mary, come see Daddy," he says as he sits on the bed. She slowly crosses over to him and he gives her a hug and wipes her face till it's free of tears. Then he helps her lay on the bed and he gently applies the lotion on her burning bottom as he comforts her.

"Shhhhh, that's Daddy's brave girl. I know it hurts. I'm sorry I had to do that but that's what happens to little girls who fib to their daddies." He buttons her bottom back into the snug sleeper and helps her back into the bed. He gets her teddy bear and tucks it in beside her. "That's my good girl. When you get up you can have the lollipop to get the icky taste out of your mouth Mary. I have to go now, but I'll see you next week. Ok?" "Ok Daddy," she answers as she shifts onto her side to avoid being on her bottom. "Night night." He gives her a final pat on the head. "Sweet dreams little girl." With that he turns and leaves the room.

Mary waits a minute then hops out of bed. Almost immediately the door opens and Paige slips through. "Here, Mary, I thought you could use some mouthwash." She nods, quickly rinsing the horrid taste of cod liver oil from her mouth. "How could you not tell me Paige! Oh . . . ick . . . that was bad enough, but the thermometer!!!! You should have warned me. That was so embarrassing!!!"

Paige gives her a little hug and a rueful smile. "I know, but you wouldn't have had such a great reaction if I had warned you. You know it's included in the list of possibilities for clients asking for a little girl to spank." Mary nods, "I know, and you're right, but still . . ." Paige laughs as she hands Mary an envelope with her fee. "Perhaps this will help alleviate the embarrassment. Mary nods, looking at the $100.00 in her envelope. She walks over to her lollipop and pulls her tip envelope off the back of it. The private clients paid so much that it was a 50/50 shot if they tipped the girls, but Mary's clients almost always left something extra because she always put so much effort and detail into their sessions.

"How much?" Paige asks as she peeks into the envelope. Mary smiles slightly. "Another $50.00," she says surprised. Normally Jonathon didn't leave that big of a tip, or as he teasingly called it, her "allowance". "See, I bet that thermometer was worth another $40.00 alone and the cod liver oil was probably the other $10.00!" Paige says.

"Ok, get going . . . you've got to change and get back on the floor. I doubt you'll get to more than one job on the floor as packed as your schedule is tonight, but Brad won't mind you being a few minutes late considering the scene he's got prepared for you. " Mary blushes again and races back to the changing room, stripping off her jammies and putting back on her normal uniform. There's a couple more girls in the room changing in and out of clothes for private clients and she gets one of them to put an extra application of lotion on her bottom. She puts back on the brat pendant and with a wave over her shoulder heads back downstairs.

Paige was right, she only had time for one quick client on the floor before she had to go back upstairs to meet Brad. It was just a typical spanking . . . skirt up . . . paddle to bottom . . . skirt down. She couldn't believe that she actually put the word "Typical" with "Spanking"! What on earth was happening to her? She hated this so much . . . every time she had her skirt raised or her panties lowered she was deeply ashamed. She couldn't believe how low she'd sunk to stay at Saint Francis, to stay with Andy. He'd die if he found out what she was doing, no matter why she was doing it-right after he finished killing her!

She stops by the bar to give her tip to Christian and let him know she was on her way back upstairs. He nods, telling her that Donna will cover her tables and to let her customers know. "Oh, and Tony, that first guy you met tonight is getting ready to call it a night. He did book an appointment with you for Monday. You said that you were covering for Felicity that night, right?" "Yeah," she answers. "Language Mary," he warns teasingly. "Sorry Sir. Yes, I'm covering for Felicity next Monday night."

She was actually lucky to get a private client for a night she was just filling in. She had two more shifts before Monday and if she was lucky she might get another one by then. Tony seemed fairly nice too and gentle compared to most of the guys she'd met at The Reformatory. She wondered just what kind of fantasy he'd have.

"Good girl. Now he wants to take you to the gift shop before he leaves. Apparently he already has a fantasy in mind." She looks at her watch. She's already five minutes late for Brad. "Can he wait 30 minutes? I can't keep Brad waiting any longer." He quickly writes a note for Mary to give Tony and she takes it over to the table with their final bill. He reads it and gives her a small nod and a smile. His smile widens as he spots the pendant around her neck. He still couldn't believe what he'd done tonight or what he had planned for next time!

Mary races upstairs to room number four . . . the schoolroom. Brad was at the chalkboard writing when she quietly slipped in the door and took a seat in the single pupil's desk. "Good evening Mary Catherine," he says without turning around. "Did I give you permission to sit young lady?"

She scrambles to her feet. "No Sir," she answers quickly. "I didn't think so and you are exactly seven minutes late for our meeting. I can see that our last visit didn't do anything to help you remember it's important to be prompt. I'm a busy man, so go to the cupboard and fetch the paddle so we can get to it."

She walks to the cabinet and picks up the hefty oak paddle that was resting in her locker earlier that evening. Cautiously she walks back over to Brad who's standing by a straight-backed chair. She hands him the paddle and pointing with it he orders her over the big desk at the front of the room. He watches as Mary goes across the desk. These sessions were the easiest for her because she knew precisely what to do, but they were also the most difficult because they reminded her of visiting Andy's office when she was sent to him for making mischief.

Brad pulls up her skirt and taps her bottom sharply with the paddle. "A thong Mary? That is NOT acceptable underwear for a schoolgirl, now is it?" She quickly says "NO SIR!" as earnestly as possible. "Stand up young lady. Obviously I need to take a closer look at your uniform."

Mary raises from the desk and stands at attention, trying not to fidget. "Hmmmmm . . . there are so many demerits here young lady that it would take me a year to spank them off," Brad finally says. "I guess for tonight a trip across my lap for a sound spanking and six on the full bare with the Headmaster's paddle will have to suffice." He stops a moment and adds, "No, better make that seven. The extra one is for being tardy yet again." He sits down, and holds out his hand as he says, "Let's get going young lady. Across my lap this instant!"

She quickly goes across Brad's knee and feels him raise her skirt. Mary squirms as she feels his arm wrap firmly around her waist, then gasps as he slides her body down so her head lowers and her bottom is prominently raised. "I think this is long overdue, isn't it young lady?" Mary agrees quietly. At his command Mary Catherine contritely asks for her spanking. It's long and smarting, his hand was one of the firmer ones she'd felt at The Reformatory. She winced each time his hand landed across her bare bottom and it wasn't long before she started kicking her legs furiously.

As for Brad he loved spanking naughty schoolgirls and Mary was quickly becoming his favorite. He couldn't believe she was really still in high school! She was even better than Katie at playing the disobedient brat. He gives her a final flurry of hand spanks and sets her back on her feet. Mary's hand immediately flies to the seat of her skirt and begins to rub. "Mary!" he scolds her sharply. "You know better than that. Now move your hands away this minute young lady and assume the position!"

She moves across the desk again and grips the edge tightly. He watches appreciatively as she neatly straightens her legs and arches her back, lining her bottom up squarely. He puts his hands on the backs of her thighs and begins to slowly raise Mary Catherine's skirt to her waist. As he tucks the hem into her waistband he rubs her reddened cheeks. "Oh yes, my naughty schoolgirl has the cutest little bottom. It needs some more color though I think. That was six on the full bare plus an extra one for being late that we agreed to young lady. I hope this leaves a lasting impression."

He puts his hands on her waist and seductively slides her thong down to her ankles. Seductive to him that is, Mary Catherine as always began to feel nauseous when her bottom was fully bared. It was amazing that the same act that gave Mary nervous butterflies and made her grow hot and aroused when Andy did it, even when she was in so much trouble she should be scared senseless made her feel like she was going to throw up when anyone else touched her like that.

It was funny though because in a way working at The Reformatory really showed Mary Catherine just how strong her feelings were for Andy. She had thought for the longest time that she was different or strange for thinking about spanking, for even wanting Andy to give her one to the point of trying to provoke him into doing it. She knew now it was as much because of her feelings for Andy as anything else. She certainly wasn't turned on when anyone else spanked her!

She feels the sharp, cold tap of the paddle against her cheeks again and she closes her eyes, gritting her teeth. "Woosh, POP!!" "Ohhh, owwww, ONE!" Mary cries out as the paddle connects with her tender cheeks. "Wooooshhh, POP!!!! Hmmmmphhh . . . Mary exhales and clearing her head of the pain she yells, "TWOO!!!" As she hears the paddle connect with a third pop she tries to picture Andy, his face, those beautiful eyes that had stared at her earlier that night over dinner. "Threeee!" she calls out, her thoughts drifting to Andy's smile. She loved him so much, she knew that she'd do anything to stay with him. "POP!" "Fouuur!!!!" she cries out as her eyes flood with tears. "Woosh . . . POP!!!" "FIVEEEEE . . . Oh . . . ow, please, stop, I'll behave, pleaseeeeee . . ." "Woosh, POP!!!!" Mary's sobbing across the desk, barely able to cry out six before her eyes screw shut and she bounces up and down. She nearly forgets about the extra stroke and relaxes a moment, just in time for Brad to land a real stinger across the fullest part of her cheeks. "YOOOUUCHHHH!!!!" she yelps as she feels her tears start to flow freely down her face. "SEEEEVVEEEENNNN!"

Brad gives her a moment to collect herself and goes back to hang Mary's special paddle up in the cabinet. He then walks over to Mary and makes her stand and pull up her thong. Untucking her skirt he lets her cry on his shoulder and he gives her a gentle hug. "Thank you Sir," she says in a small voice, still sniffling. "Shhhh . . . that's a good girl, it's over now. We're done, now let's see your smile." Mary wipes her eyes and nose on her sleeve and gives him a wavering smile. Her bottom hurt horribly at the moment. Brad really knew how to swing that paddle!

"Good girl, I'm glad we straightened things out. Next time you be on time for our meeting though, is that clear?" She nods. He smiled at her and ruffled her hair. "You're a good girl Mary, just need a firm hand to keep you that way I suspect. I'll see you here again next Wednesday, right? On time and I think with proper schoolgirl panties. Tell Paige I want your naughty bottom fully covered from now on, ok?" She nods and he slips an envelope into her hand. "See you next week Mary."

Mary hurries back downstairs, rubbing the seat of her skirt furiously. The night was only half over, but her bottom hurt so much she didn't think she'd be able to sit come morning. Christian's eyes met hers and he beckoned her over to the bar. As she walked up he immediately said, "Bend over Kitten and let me check out the damage."

Mary complied and Christian shielded her with his body from the crowd and he pulled up her skirt. He tenderly put his hand on her bottom and she yelped fiercely. "God that hurt," she thought and Christian could feel and see how hard she'd been spanked in her last session. Heat was fairly radiating off her bottom at the moment. He pulls out a small tube of sunburn lotion he kept for emergencies on the floor and quickly coated her bottom with the cream. She sighed as the burning started to cool and Christian helped her stand and drink a glass of water and handed her a couple of Vitamin E capsules to help prevent bruising.

"Good girl Mary," he said as he watched her swallow. "Now Tony wants to pick out something for your session next Monday, but after that I'm taking you up to the office to put an icepack on that overheated bottom of yours." Mary starts to protest she's got nearly half an hour on the floor before her next appointment. "Shhhh, Kitten, no, it's my responsibility to make sure you girls don't get hurt and you can still see your private clients, but you're done down here. Brad spanked you a little too thoroughly tonight. It's icepacks in my office until you meet with Anna and Mr. Heron, then I want you to take a quick shower, change and more icepacks. I'm even going to have the masseuse come in to give you a massage before you see Henry tonight, my treat and no arguments Kitten. Understood?" Mary nods, Christian could be very nice sometimes; she had a feeling his stern demeanor was just an act.

He smoothed her ponytail out and looked her over, nodding as he sent Mary Catherine over to Tony. "Hi Brat," Tony says as she walks up to him. "Hi Tony," she says as they walk to The Reformatory's gift shop. "I wanted to tell you again how much I enjoyed your little tantrum tonight. I've never done anything like that before, but I've always wanted to try it."

Mary nodded, she'd suspected as much. He'd given her a relatively gentle spanking. She hoped he'd be equally tender when they met privately. Getting spanked so many times in a night meant the spankings her bottom felt far exceeded anything she'd ever received at school. She was in constant discomfort, most morning's after a shift she was barely able to sit. She'd also had to be VERY careful and extremely well behaved in front of Andy. She couldn't afford to be spanked by him. Her bottom fortunately didn't show signs of her spankings most of the time, but it was constantly tender. Even a small hand spanking from Andy would be telling. As a result she hadn't been spanked by him in over a month now, a personal record for her at Saint Francis. She knew he had to be suspicious, but if she could hold on another two weeks she'd be home free.

Walking through the small, well-stocked store, Tony carefully examines the merchandise. He makes a point to pick up a number of items, turning them over in his hand, and give Mary Catherine a quick look to see her reaction. Finally he comes to what he's looking for and he picks it up with a smile. "This is it," he says as he puts it in Mary's hand.

She blushes furiously, it wasn't the type of toy her clients typically played with and she was surprised that Tony wanted a scene like that from her. He watches her blush and it makes him smile even more broadly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun with that toy brat." She looked at the round ping-pong shaped paddle in her hand. One side was covered with supple leather; the other with a thick coat of luxurious fur. It was the sort of toy that the girls who worked as Vixen's got to play with during a private session. The clients weren't allowed to touch them erotically of course, but with the fur side of the paddle coming into play, many of them grew highly aroused.

He pointed out in the book what outfit she was to wear and she reddened again, realizing he knew EXACTLY what type of reaction his private session might provoke. Paying for the paddle he requests that it hangs in Mary Catherine's locker until their meeting. Lisanne, who's working the gift shop nods, throwing Mary a wicked grin. She then deviously adds, "You know Sir, even though Mary works as a Brat, you have the option of accessorizing her further since you've decided that she should play a Vixen during your visit."

Mary's head snaps up, her eyes widening. She knows PRECISELY what Lisanne meant by that. "NO!" she quickly says, interrupting the girl behind the counter. Tony looks from girl to girl confused. "What did she mean by that Mary?" he asks, curious now. Mary turned a deep crimson from head to toe. She wouldn't do that! She didn't care how much she was being paid. "It doesn't matter what she meant, honest," she says quickly. "I think it does matter, otherwise you wouldn't have had such a strong reaction. You can tell me, or she can but either way I think we need to accessorize you as fully as possible."

Her lip quivering she stammers, "Ssshhheee mmmmeaaansssssss you . . . you can pick out another . . . another type of toy . . . tttooo sssss . . . ssstimm . . . stttimmmmullllatte me with." Tony's smile is about a mile wide, he knew about the no touching policy at The Reformatory, but he didn't realize that the girls could use toys to arouse themselves. His fantasy was to turn on a woman with an erotic spanking. That's why he had picked out the leather and fur paddle. As much bite as he planned to give Mary's deliciously tight bottom, he also planned to rub that fur covered side all across her quivering flesh, not to mention across the backs and insides of her tender upper thighs.

"You mean like a vibrator sweetie?" he asks as her eyes close and her head drops to the ground. She shakes her head miserably. She couldn't do that, no matter how much he paid her. Lisanne quickly pulls out the toy the girls are allowed to use, sorry now that she'd said anything. She thought she was doing Mary a favor . . . it was rare that a client cared if the girls were turned on during a spanking. Most of them just wanted a lot of squirming, pleading for forgiveness and tears. A number of them even liked seeing them in discomfort or downright pain, though that was generally reserved for the Teases or the Sluts. She knew the moment the man handed Mary the fur covered paddle that he was interested in turning her on as well as himself.

Tony looks at the small oval shaped device in Lisanne's hand. He'd never seen anything quite like it. "What is that exactly?" he asks the girl behind the counter. "A "Pleasure Egg" Sir," she says politely, "the latest revolutionary technology from Japan." "It's so tiny," he says as he takes it from her hand and holds it in his palm. "How does it work?" She smiles at him, "That's the best part. You're in complete control at all times Sir. It has a tiny remote control chip imbedded in it. She'll insert it before meeting you and you have the hand held remote. Depending on how excited you'd like to see her and how good of a naughty little girl you think she's been you can turn it on and up in power until she's screaming across your lap during a spanking. Girls who work as Vixens and Teases wear them a lot during their spankings. You can also turn them way down so the girl is hot and bothered but not enough for it to turn to pleasure or release. I'm not sure if any of the Brat's have worn one before."

Tony looks at Mary Catherine. Obviously she was upset for some reason, but he really wanted to turn her on during the spanking. Looking at her in the brighter light of the shop, he realized she was quite a bit younger than he thought in the club. Mary was probably only 20 or so, not the 24 or 25 he'd originally thought. That could be part of it. As for the rest, the girl behind the counter said that girls who worked as Brat's didn't usually wear them so his brat probably was a little nervous about losing control during her spanking. Regardless, he wanted to hear her moan and scream with pleasure during their session and he needed all the advantages he could get.

Tony puts his hand on Mary's shoulder and turns her around to look at the egg. "I'm going to buy this for you to wear brat, but I'll leave it up to you if you decide to put it in on Monday night. It would make me very happy if you did though." He stops, leans over and whispers in her ear, "Everyone has a different fantasy and mine is to really turn on a girl as I spank her. I picked you because I bet you have the sweetest little moans and gasps when you get aroused. I already know you have the cutest blush. Like I said, I won't force you, you don't even have to tell me one way or the other what you decided, but I'd like to see you enjoy this as much as me." Squeezing her shoulder he adds an egg to his paddle purchase and puts a reservation on her outfit for their meeting Monday night. Walking her back to the bar he says good night.

As soon as Tony leaves Christian takes Mary's hand and leads her upstairs to his office, a large icepack in hand. He deftly flips up the back of her skirt, and lays a towel over her bare cheeks before placing the icepack on top of her reddened bottom. "There we go Kitten. I want that to stay on for 20 minutes and then you can go meet Anna and her client. I left you a fresh pair of panties to change into. He doesn't like his girls wearing a thong. Afterward, remember, shower, change and back here. I'll be waiting with another icepack and Paige couldn't get the masseuse out on such short notice so she's going to give you a massage herself. Anything else you need? More lotion or something to drink?" Mary shakes her head, and closes her eyes. Perhaps she could catch a couple of minute's sleep before she had to get going again . . .

"Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep!" Mary jerks, awake but unsure of where she is for a moment. She looks around and turns off the alarm. "Christian's office," she thinks. She gingerly removes the icepack and towel and stands up, taking a quick look in the mirror at her bottom before slipping on the panties. Her bottom was still pretty pink, but nothing like the bright red of a little while ago. It was also very cold at the moment, but she knew that it would be plenty hot again in a few minutes. She was still a little apprehensive about what Anna's client wanted but he was paying each of them their full fee and it was likely to be less painful than a normal session. She leaves the office and heads to Room One-The Den.

Anna and Mr. Heron are already waiting. It was all she could do to keep from giggling. They looked just like Ward and June Cleaver! Anna was wearing a shirtwaist dress and real stockings with high heels and pearls around her neck, her pageboy neatly combed behind her ears. Mr. Heron had on a suit and tie with highly polished wingtips. He was in his late-40's, older than most of Mary's clients. "Well," he says as he gets out of his chair and crosses his arms, there's the little brat." "Where have you been young lady? Your curfew was at ten o'clock sharp and it's nearly 1:00 am!" Mary blushes, staring at her shoes as she smoothes her too short plaid skirt over her thighs.

"Anna," he says sharply, "Look at how your daughter is dressed. I can't believe you'd let her go out on a date looking like such a tramp!" Anna drops her gaze down to her shoes. "Sorry Sir, I just can't seem to control her these days, you know how girls her age can be." "Yes, I know how girls her age can be," he says sternly. "Unfortunately I know they also take after their mothers, and you miss were just as much of a tease at her age. Your mother was much too softhearted with you and I'm not about to let you make the same mistakes with our daughter. I have to travel too much to not be sure you're disciplining Mary Catherine properly when I'm gone. So we're going to have a hands-on tutorial Anna. Tonight you're going to spank our daughter and after you're done I'm going to spank you so you remember precisely what a good spanking should feel like! Is that clear?" Anna nods vigorously. "Speak up Anna, you know nodding isn't acceptable with me." "Yes Sir, your instructions are clear." "Good, now, I want you to go to the kitchen and get the biggest wooden spoon you own. It's about time our bratty daughter made its acquaintance."

Anna hurried out of the room and quickly returned; a highly polished spoon made of boxwood in hand. She smacked it lightly against her palm and looked around the room, finally pointing to the sofa. "Would her going over the arm be acceptable Sir?" Anna asks. He thinks a moment then shakes his head. "No, I think over mommy's lap like when she was six is a much more effective position." He watches with obvious enjoyment as Anna sits down and pulls Mary Catherine kicking and screaming across her lap. "Be sure to spank her hard Anna, I want to make sure our little girl learns a valuable lesson." Anna looks up at him, "Oh please no Sir, she's just a girl. I know she's a little too impulsive and that's my fault. Don't make me discipline her so harshly!" "I said I want her to feel a good hard spanking Anna. If I don't think you've done a thorough job I'll respank her myself as soon as I've finished with you. Now pull up that skirt and lower those panties this instant!"

Anna gently strokes Mary's hair and whispers, "Sorry sweetheart," as she pulls up Mary's skirt and lowers her panties. Mary buried her head in the sofa pillow. While she had been spanked by SA's at Saint Francis, it had been years since a grown woman had spanked her. Her years at Saint Anthony's had been a time of anger and suddenly she wasn't in The Reformatory, she was facing down Miss Clair again. Anna brings the wooden spoon sharply against her bottom in a steady up and down rhythm. Mary's legs are kicking and she's squirming furiously, but her head doesn't come up. She has a steady stream of tears rolling down her face but she refuses to cry out loud.

Above her Anna and Mr. Heron have mixed reactions. He's growing extremely aroused by the punishing spanking the squirming girl is receiving from Anna. As for Anna, she's concerned, She's been spanking Mary a lot longer than she planned, and definitely much harder than she expected but Mary hasn't started to cry. Anna stops for a moment and begins to lecture Mary Catherine. "Am I getting through to you young lady or is this a joke to you?" she asks sternly. Mary gasps, "I . . . I've learned my lesson." "I certainly hope so Mary Catherine."

Anna adds under her breath as Mary continues to gasp, "Start crying Mary, please . . . I don't want to hurt you any more than I have already. Your bottom looks horribly sore." Mary turns and looks at her helplessly, red-faced. "I'm trying Anna, honest. I can't . . ." she whispers back. Anna nods and brings up the spoon smacking Mary hard a dozen times on each thigh. That produces the desired results and Mary begins to cry, her body convulsing with sobs. She feels Mr. Heron pull her to her feet, hears him tell her to pull up her panties and sends her to the corner while he deals with Anna. He pulls out a hairbrush from the desk and puts Anna over his knee, giving her a sharp, smarting spanking. Mary hears the older girl quickly start pleading for forgiveness and within moments she can hear Anna start to cry. He finishes scolding and spanking her and sends her to another corner and calls Mary Catherine out to see him.

He has her pull up her skirt and lower her panties to show him the damage. Mary's bottom is bright red again. "You're a stubborn little spitfire and I like that a lot," he says. "I think next time we meet I'll spank you myself. That hot little bottom is too tempting for me to keep my hands off of young lady and I'd like to see if you have as much fire after a trip across my knee as you did across Anna's." Mr. Heron allows her to pull up her panties and stand back up. He hands her an envelope and sends her on her way with a firm swat to the skirt. Mary hurries out of the room, telling herself that there was NO way she'd accept another appointment with Mr. Heron!

Mary quickly showers and wraps herself in a large towel, grabbing the hanger with the outfit she needed to wear for Henry's appointment . . . a meeting that she was increasingly dreading. She felt horrid, her bottom hurt abominably and just being around Henry made her nauseous. She picked up the ebony backed hairbrush and carried it and her clothes to Christian's office. Unlike most of her toys which were brought into the rooms for her, Henry required she hold onto the hairbrush herself and use it in his presence before he used it on her bottom. Paige was already in the room waiting for her, and she noticed with a blush, so was Anna.

The two of them turned toward Mary Catherine and Anna blushed right back. "I'm sorry Mary, I had to tell her what happened. I was so worried about you. Are you ok? I'm sorry I had to spank your thighs like that. What happened anyway? Why didn't you cry? Mr. Heron didn't mind, the bastard was turned on by it in fact. I didn't like it though and I told Paige I won't accept him as a client again." She walks over and gives her a hug. "No hard feelings Mary?" She shakes her head, "No, none at all Anna. I wish I could explain what happened. I'm just glad it didn't get you in trouble."

Anna nods and leaves, anxious to get back on the floor. Mary has over half an hour before she's due to see Henry. Paige, clearly concerned makes Mary lie down on her tummy on the massage table in the corner of the room and she unfolds the towel and lies a smaller towel over her red bottom and gently places another icepack on top. As she starts to massage Mary's shoulders and arms she says, "So, you want to tell me about it Mary?"

As Paige massaged her, she told her what happened. How she'd been spanked by Miss Clair at Saint Anthony's and refused to let the woman make her cry out loud. "I didn't realize I'd have trouble crying when Anna spanked me Paige otherwise I wouldn't have gone through with it." Paige reassures her gently. She'd come to like Mary Catherine a great deal and she deeply regretted ever allowing her to work at The Reformatory. Mary was much too young and far too innocent to be here. She was also way too stubborn to take her advice. Paige had become a confidant of sorts, someone she could share her troubles with. Paige wished she could go behind Mary's back and tell Andy about what his girl was doing and why-how she was hurting herself in order to protect him. She knew Mary would never forgive her if she did it, but it would be worth it if it meant she was safe from harm. She'd gone back and forth on that issue for the last several weeks in fact. She'd tried before to convince Mary to quit, but she decided to try one more time.

"You know Mary, you don't have to be here." Mary laughs weakly. "You know I don't have a choice Paige." She moves down to Mary's thighs and calves firmly kneading her tight muscles. "That's not true Mary," she says gently. "There's other ways-there's Andy. You should tell him what's going on. He can help you." Mary shook her head. "I told you what my parents threatened to do if he helped me. I can't take away everything he's ever worked for. He loves his job, he's so good at it. How could I ever face him again if I was the reason he lost everything?" Paige sighed. Mary was SOOOO stubborn. "Ok, all finished, hop off the table and get dressed."

As Mary puts on the elegant silk dress and white lace thong Henry wanted her to wear, Paige says, "Fine, I'll lend you the money then Mary. You can pay me back once you graduate. You don't have to keep working here. I can wait for the money back. You're what only about $2,500 dollars short right now? That's nothing to me Mary. This place makes money hand over fist. You can quit tonight, right this instant."

"NO, I can't take charity Paige," she says adamantly. "I've already borrowed so much money." "Then don't think of it as a loan, we can call it a gift from one friend to another. You don't have to pay me back. I know you hate working here. Don't make that face, I know you hate it." Mary sighs, "Ok, you're right, I DO hate it. I hate being spanked so much. With Andy . . . it's different."

Mary stops and blushes furiously, staring at the floor. She hadn't meant to say that! Paige smiles, "It turns you on when HE does it, huh Kiddo?" She shyly nods. "I'm so embarrassed, but yes." Paige reaches over and gives Mary Catherine's hand a little squeeze. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honest. Have you told him?" Mary shakes her head. "Of course not, how could I?!" Mary exclaims. "He'd think I'm sick or something!" Paige mentally shakes her head. From everything Mary Catherine had told her about Andrew Michaels she wouldn't be a bit surprised it he was every bit as much into spanking as Mary was at heart. Some guys she just had that feeling about and when it came to Mary Catherine's Dean the feeling was so strong it was nearly overpowering. She hoped once Mary graduated they'd open up to one another. "Give it time, you'll be able to tell him that when the time is right if he doesn't figure it out for himself."

They talk a bit more about Mary's problems a little more as Paige does her hair and makeup. Finally Paige stops and says, "If you won't let him help and you won't let me help, how do you think you'll ever make it?" "I thought maybe I could take more private clients this next week?" "Mary, you wouldn't be able to take that many private clients in three nights. You're already taking Felicity's shift on Monday. You'd still be a couple hundred short even if I let you work every night next week. The only way you'd ever get . . ." Paige's voice dies out.

"What?" Mary says, pouncing on Paige's uncertainty. Paige groans to herself. "Will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut?" "No, Mary, it's nothing, honest. Look, please take the money. I want you to have it. I hate the thought of you putting yourself through this." Mary persists. "You had an idea . . . I want to know what it was." Finally Paige whispers, "The only way you could assure yourself of making enough in the nest two weeks is to put yourself on the auction block." Mary hears the words and her mouth goes dry. Shaking she asks, "How much could I go for do you think?" "No Mary. You're not going to do it. I won't allow it, I don't care if you could make a million dollars up there, I WILL NOT ALLOW IT, is that clear?" "I want to Paige, I can't leave Saint Francis; I can't leave Andy."

Paige sighs, she feels like 10 different types of fool at the moment for being so stupid. How could she have ever even hinted such a thing to Mary Catherine? She quickly tries to dissuade her. "Do you know what being auctioned off would be like Mary? Not just what you'd have to do, but how you'd feel about it afterward?"

Mary thought back to the one auction she'd witnessed since she started working at The Reformatory. Katie had needed extra money for books for medical school. Katie had been frightened but determined. Like Mary, she had a horrible stubborn streak and nothing the other girls could say could sway her. Afterward she'd had a dazed look on her face and she had nightmares for weeks. She'd gotten the money she needed, but confided to the other girls she wasn't sure it had been worth it.

Mary was terrified about going through that herself, but she couldn't take any more charity and no matter how she tried to rationalize the situation she knew she couldn't tell Andy. "Please Paige, I can handle it, honest. I have to do this. If it was you Paige you'd do the same thing, I know you would." Finally Paige agrees. "I'm putting a couple of conditions on this Mary. I want you to really think about telling Andy what's wrong and asking him for help. If you decide you want to go through with it, you have to promise me you'll accept a loan from me if you're still short. I don't want you to leave school and lose your dreams. Please don't make the mistakes I've made." Mary looks at her curiously. Paige was very closed mouthed about her personal life. She wonders what mistakes Paige had made. She notices it's nearly 2:00 am though and Mary has to put on her shoes and a final spritz of perfume before rushing to Room 16 for her appointment with Henry . . .

The room is empty when she arrives. It's dark, lit by a soft halo of candlelight. Mary takes a seat on the well-padded seat in front of the dressing table and begins to nervously brush her long brown hair with the ebony backed brush. Mary Catherine hears the door open and she stiffens slightly. Henry quietly crosses the room and stops behind her, putting his right arm protectively around her while his left hand brings a single long stemmed rose around to her nose. "For you my Angel," he says as she lowers her eyes. Henry had very strict rules for her and rule number one was that she wasn't allowed to look up until he'd properly chastised her.

She takes the rose and he takes the hairbrush from her hand and begins to gently brush her hair. "It's been quite some time, hasn't it?" Mary nods, Henry always played things out in a very measured and precise way. He stops briefly, turning on some soft music. Then he crosses back over to Mary and continues to brush her hair. "We have a lot to discuss, don't we young lady?" he asks. "Mary blushes and whispers, "Yes Sir." "Yes Sir indeed," Henry says as he reaches into his blazer pocket. He pulls out a thick wad of bills, charges his wife had made since Mary Catherine saw Henry last. "I thought we discussed this and came to an agreement. Your allowance is more than ample. You may use your charge cards, but NOT in addition to your allowance. Your American Express bill this month alone is about the size of the national debt. I'm going to have to discipline you very severely this time." "I know," Mary Catherine says softly. "I'm sorry I disappointed you again." "You're just too impulsive young lady. Not to sound like your father, but money, contrary to popular belief does NOT grow on trees."

He helps Mary stand and he picks her up, carrying her to the king sized bed. He sits down on the silk comforter and slowly draws Mary Catherine over his lap. She feels the back of the beautiful designer dress being lifted up over her thighs and bottom and Henry's hand stroking her thighs as she moans, "No, oh please no Henry. I can be good without you spanking me." She knew what was coming and in that moment wished she had said yes to Paige.

"You can't my Angel, you've made that very, VERY clear." He slowly strips off her panties, rubbing her bottom slowly and gently with the hairbrush. "You look so beautiful across my lap, that new dress is very pretty . . . "SMMMMAAACCCCCKKKK" The ebony backed hairbrush comes crashing down hard on Mary's tender bottom. "SMAAAAAACKKK . . . SMAAAACCKKK . . . SMAAAAAACCCKKK . . . SSSMMMMMAAACKKK . . . SMMMMMAACKKK . . . CCRAAACCK . . . WWWHHAAAPPPP!!!!!!"

"How much of my money did you spend on that dress?" he asks as the brush lands solidly on her left cheek? "I am not made of money and you are a bad, greedy little girl." "SMAAACKKK . . . WHAPPPPPP . . . CRAAAAAACKKKKK." "Ooooh, ouchhhhh, oh, owwwww, oh god, noooo, NOOOOOO Henry, please . . . oh god no, I won't do it again!!!!!! I'll stick to my budget." "Yes," he says in the same calm voice, "you will stick to your budget or you'll be meeting "Black Beauty" again and again until you learn I mean what I say." "SMMMMMMAAAACKKKK . . . CRRAAAACCCCKKKKKKKK . . . WHHHAAAAPP!!!!"

Mary is sobbing horribly, the hairbrush landing again and again on the tenderest part of her cheeks. Henry always insisted on seeing her at the end of the night so she'd be thoroughly spanked before he saw her. He didn't want to waste his time and money by handing out warm up spanks. Mary Catherine kicked and screamed and begged for him to forgive her.

He spanked her a good 15 minutes, every smack carefully and painfully measured out-turning her bottom and thighs a bright scarlet streaked with crimson. She was far beyond tears by the time he was through, limp across his lap, all pride and resolve gone-sobbing horribly. Her hair and makeup were ruined and the beautiful dress was a wrinkled mess. Finally Henry put the horrid hairbrush down and helped Mary to her feet. The dress settles over her bottom and she tries to put her hands back to rub, tears pouring down her face. Henry puts his arms around Mary's waist and captures her wrists with one hand, lightly rubbing her bottom with the other. "Shhhhh . . . it's over, it's all over now my Angel. I forgive you, I'll always forgive you." Her breath caught and she began to sob harder, her head lowered against his chest.

Henry allowed her to cry herself out, the one kindness he allowed during their sessions. When she finally managed to bring a tentative sort of control back to her emotions he released her and glances at her appraisingly. "Let's fix you up and then I want you to look at me and give me a smile," he says as he leads her across the room to the dressing table. "No chair, please," she says quietly her head still lowered. Henry squeezes her shoulder and nods, moving the padded seat out of the way.

He carefully straightens her dress and brushes her hair back smoothly. She busies herself a moment wiping her makeup off and reapplying fresh lipstick and eyeliner. Finally she looks up into the mirror and raises her eyes until she meets Henry's. She feels her heart skip a beat like it always did when she took her first real look at him. He catches her eyes and makes her hold his gaze. This man, this mean, horrible man, how was it possible? She looked into Henry's face and again, as always, she saw Andy-his beautiful eyes and stunning smile.

How could this man look like Andy? It was scary, but it wasn't Andy, Mary Catherine knew that and she could see the differences-the inherent meanness in Henry's eyes whereas Andy's were filled with tenderness and concern. The smiles . . . one that was sweet even when he was scolding her or about to discipline her, the other one that had a cold, menacing look to it. Henry had to be a good 15 years older than Andy; he was taller and heavier and his hair was completely gray, but still there was his face. The two men looked enough alike to be brothers.

Finally she started to breathe again, her eyes locked with his. "Good girl, now smile and thank me Angel and I'll be on my way." Beginning to tremble Mary Catherine whispered, "Thank you Sir," barely audible, but clearly enough for Henry to hear. He nodded, put his hand against her bottom one last time, then turned and left, never taking a backward glance. Mary's eyes stared unblinkingly at his retreat and she began to cry again as the door closed quietly behind him.

Henry left Mary shaking with fear and she stood there a long time before she left. Henry never tipped her, he told her that his disciplining her in the way she really needed was the only reward she'd ever receive from him. He paid a fortune to spank her though, $300.00 a session, three times her normal rate.

There were a lot of things Mary Catherine didn't know-there was no spoiled, willful wife waiting for Henry at home-yet. The bills he scolded her about were for the clothes he bought for Mary to wear during their sessions, a new outfit each and every time they met, a different piece of jewelry. He'd even paid Paige to have Room 16 redecorated, to match his master bedroom at home. He wanted her to grow accustomed to this room, because she'd be spending plenty of time in it. Henry planned on making Mary Catherine his . . . so he wouldn't have to pay a dime to spank his Angel. He'd spoil her horribly and spank her worse and she'd be his forever.

It was 4:00 am before Mary Catherine finally tumbled facedown into her bed back in Benning Hall, aching and exhausted. Within minutes she'd cried herself to sleep and before she knew it, the sun rose, the alarm went off and Mary Catherine woke up to face another day at Saint Francis . . .

In the morning . . .

Mary Catherine and Andy both dragged themselves to breakfast-tired, and in the case of Mary Catherine, extremely sore. She was barely able to sit today her bottom hurt so much. It was only another week and a half until her tuition payment was due then this would all be over. She'd make it; she just had to!

Mary stole glances over at the Dean's small table when he wasn't looking and Andy did the same when she was talking to her girls. She still looked tired, he thought to himself. She was definitely going to take a nap this afternoon in his office after class. It wouldn't be too difficult, she was helping him work on the Junior College Fair today. He wouldn't insist, but he'd build a fire and get her some milk or hot tea perhaps, it was bound to be a cold day with the rain that was coming down. He knew Mary Catherine fell asleep easily when she was in front of the fire. With luck he wouldn't need to do much to get her to take a nap. While she was sleeping he'd slip the note he'd found and the books back in her hiding space. One day things between them would be different he hoped. She'd let him look after her the way she needed and he'd let her do the same . . . they just needed time . . .

Mary Catherine noticed Andy looked tired today. She wondered what he had done last night after he left Benning Hall. Obviously he had stayed up MUCH too late. If she had her say in the matter he'd take much better care of himself. She smiled to herself as she stopped at his table after breakfast on her way to chapel. "Someday," Mary Catherine thought to herself . . . as she said good morning, "someday things will be different between us . . ."

In a big house in the hills outside State College Henry thought about his Angel—and his half-brother Andrew . . .

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