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The Minds of the First Form Mums

Chapter 5 Spanking the Muses

Spanking the Muses


Maggie Fletcher addressed the gathered mothers explaining that central to the new St. Margarets way of doing things was to hold mothers to the same standards as expected of the girls.  Since the girls wore uniforms, in public the women were to dress modestly.  No short skirts, no slacks, no tights, no tee shirts, no overly snug or low cut tops.  Since the girls were subject to corporal punishment, the mums were to share in that punishment.  That included the Disciplinary Circle activities and Saturday detentions.  But since the girls were thirteen years old, there were certain limits to their punishment.  The mums on the other hand were mature women.  Fifteen swats was significant punishment to a thirteen year old girl.  Fifteen swats was nothing to a grown woman.  Therefore, in the Disciplinary Circle, the mothers would get twice the dose that the daughters got.  As they did the mental arithmetic their reactions varied from a sober stare on the part of Kathy Horrigan and Mary ONeil, through a visible gulp on the part of Anne Arundel to shocked horror on the part of Nancy Wilson.  The lips of the tall, buxom black haired lady could be seen to form the words “One Hundred Swats” several times over.  Maggie said, “We will start with Ms. Horrigan, Ms ONeil and Mrs Arundel.  Ladies remove your robes and hang them on the hooks over there.”


The three ladies untied the belts of their dressing gowns and undid the six buttons that held the bodices closed.  Their bodies were smooth and sleek as they hung their robes.  They were now naked excepting their pastel stockings and matching high heeled pumps.  Agnes stood next to Nancy and made commentary in a quiet tone.  “They are truly a well matched set, are they not?  One blonde, one red headed and one is a brunette.  They are all pretty much similar in height with long elegant legs and pert behinds.  They all have beautiful shoulder length hair.  They have only one child apiece and have never breast fed.  No cesarean sections and lots of working out.  Look how little their breast sag and there is not a belly on any of them.  I truly think of them as my three muses.  Graceful and lithe.  I consider them the pick of this years First Form.  They are Maggies.  And they are yours.  I want my muses to receive special attention.  And you my Nancy will be the Queen of my Muses.


Kathys mind was a bit befuddled as she listened to Maggie explaining the rubrics of the chastisement.  The highest level of her consciousness was quite attentive.  She would do her part and play her role with composure and self control.  She had been beaten in school with a tawse not dissimilar to those that they were using tonight.  Most frequently on the hands and occasionally on the panty clad bottom.  But she had certainly never been beaten while naked like tonight and that seemed to make a big difference.  Thirty swats with the tawse could be physically managed.  But the deeper, more reptilian part of her brain was in turmoil.  The nakedness and beatings of the girls had roused her in a way she had never experienced before.  She had enough sex to get lumbered at fourteen.  However that sex was semi-forced on her by the brutal and coarse boys she then knew.  It was not something she particularly sought out.  It was more that the guys sensed her vulnerability and went for her like a pack of wolves until she gave in.  After Katie was born she would have nothing to do with men for several years.  In her early twenties she upon occasion cruised the pubs.  She was more looking for a husband than looking for sex.  After a few furtive couplings it finally sunk in that men werent interested in being husbands, they just wanted to shoot their rocks off.  Kathy would get by using her vibrator for the last few years but even that seldom gave her any kind of a real climax. 


But the sight of those naked well beaten buttocks shining red under the fluorescent lights had aroused Kathy.  And the sight of well developed Lindas breasts bouncing when her backside was struck really got to her.  But when they laid Linda on her back, spread her legs and whipped her pussy, Kathy could not control herself.  Those dressing gowns were so devilishly constructed with no fastenings below the fabric belt.  It was so easy to slip her left hand in between the edges in the front and finger her slit.  To slip her left index finger in below the hood and lightly diddle her clit.  Kathy had wished that the beating of Lindas privates could have gone on forever.  It wasnt an orgasm but it was sweet arousal like nothing Kathy had never experienced before.  And it was strange.  In a minute or so, she was going to be beaten.  Kathy would have to bend over naked, breasts dangling and spread her legs and hold her ankles.  And be beaten thirty times.  And she was even more aroused by the prospect of the beating than she had been by Lindas pussy whipping.  She had never been this aroused in her life. 


The protocol was the same as for the girls.  Kathy went first and Anne and Mary were going to spank her.  Again they used the tawses and Kathy knew just what to expect.  As she bent over and held her ankles Agnes sidled over to Maggie and quietly told her to take a careful look at Kathys privates.  A whitish, lightly cloudy, viscous liquid was starting to not simply ooze but to actually drip from Kathys vagina.  Anne and Mary did not feel like wasting any time and the first dozen blows from the straps rained down in rapid fire order.  Nancy actually had to tell them to slow down and take a breather.  During this pause the vaginal secretions actually began to form a puddle on the tile floor beneath Kathy.  The ladys reaction to her beating was highly subdued.  Agnes suspected that Kathy was deep inside her own head, probably being erotically stimulated by the tanning of her arse by the tawses.  Agnes smiled to herself as she considered that the erotic stimulation and orgasm frustration would continue to build because Kathy could not climax until given a specific hypnotic release.  Steve had given the crucial codes and passwords to Agnes (she had insisted on it of course).  And it would be several hours before Agnes would give any of the women permission to have an orgasm.  Kathy did indeed feel pain from the thirty lashes with the leather straps but this was overwhelmed by the rising tide of unrequited passion.


When with her punishment finished Kathy stood back up, she was dry eyed.  Such was her craving that she looked forward to the opportunity to again beat some arse.  She was quire ready to inflict as much pain on Mary, Anne and Nancy as she could.  And Mary would be next, the target of forty lashes with the tawse.  Although this was more than Kathy had received, Anne was administering the strikes from the right and her backhand was not as effective as Marys vicious left-handed forehand stroke.  So the only stroke of the pair of blows that really hurt was Kathys.  When Anne would hit Mary, the red head would hardly even flinch.  But when Kathy hit Mary the red head would start forward a bit and her ample buttocks would flatten and her pendulous breasts would shake.  As the punishment neared its end, Marys face became as red as her hair, tears started running from her eyes and her breathing became labored.  She was very glad that the punishment was going quickly and she didnt have to bother with all the bullshit ritual recitation of Thank Yous” and counting.  Forty blows came and Mary was snuffling when she stood up.  She put her thumb and forefinger to her nose and blew the snot out to Nancys horror and the great amusement of Kathy and Anne.  She rubbed her thoroughly reddened arse briefly and wondered if she would have much in the way of bruises tomorrow morning.  Then she walked over to Anne and took the tawse out of her hand signifying that it was now the brunettes turn to bend over and be beaten.


Anne Arundel had a little bit more difficult time with her beating than either the blonde or the red head did.  For one thing she had more swats to endure and for another she had two batters that were each highly competent at swinging the tawse.  About every ten lashes it was necessary for Anne to readjust her grip on her ankles.  After forty swats Anne had to really concentrate to take the last ten with equanimity.  Kathy and Mary seemed to sense the growing desperation of their victim and really put an effort into each of their last five.  Anne would start forward with every blow and her tormentors were really focusing their efforts on the globes of her buttocks.  Purple bruise was spreading over her backside with every hit.  By the time fifty came it was obvious that it would probably be a week or maybe two before Anne could wear a bathing suit without revealing the fruits of her discipline.  She went over to the side of the room and stood there with her back to the wall rubbing her bruised backside.  Comparing notes, Agnes and Maggie agreed that if Kathy was transparently aroused by her beating and Mary might have been a little turned on, Anne had received little or no erotic stimulation from her thorough arse bruising.

 


Nancy Wilson


While the three muses were being spanked Nancy Wilson appeared to be off in a world of her own.  Neither Agnes nor Maggie had any idea of what was going on in her head as she stared off into space.  Earlier that evening she had seen her daughter loose control in a rather spectacular fashion.  And Nancy was destined for far sterner punishment.  In fact, only Dr. OBrien knew what was in store for the tall, buxom, black haired woman.  Sooner or later Agnes intended to break this arrogant lady.  And with the opportunity presenting itself sooner, Dr. OBrien would jump at the chance.  First things must be slowed down a bit so that anxiety could corrode its way further into Nancys mind.  Agnes had an instinctive understanding of the role of anxiety and humiliation in punishment and the way in which these factors could enhance, magnify and focus physical pain.


But first Agnes had to get her attention.  “Nancy.  Nancy! NANCY!!” began Dr OBrien.  This jolted her out of her wool gathering.  “Your turn is next.  I think you need to take off your dressing gown and hang it up over there.”  Agnes sadomasochistic physico-psychological assault was about to begin.


As Nancy Wilson was in the process of removing her dressing gown, Agnes began to question her: 

Had she gone to a convent school back in Malta?  Why yes.

What order of nuns?  Why Ursulines.

Ah, what kind of discipline were the students subjected to? Why, very little as she remembered.

Did the nuns ever beat her?  Well, no, this wasnt the middle ages you know, it was the 1980s.

Well, how did she feel about being beaten now?  She guessed it was what she had to do.

Well, how did she feel about being naked?  She didnt like it but she had to do it.


Dr. OBrien could see the conflicts building within the lady.  She knew that Nancy had a strong sexual drive.  The stories were rampant about the young men, actually teen aged boys, that Laura would bring home only to have her mother seduce.  When naked, Nancy was revealed not just to have pleasingly large breasts but rather to have enormous breast.  They did not look to be surgically enhanced, just enormous.  Unsupported as they now were, they did sag down, but not as much as Agnes expected.  Similarly, although broad in the hips, Nancy had not yet gone to fat.  Love handles had not yet begun to hang down from her waist and her thighs remained undimpled.  But all of this was undoubtedly achieved at an enormous cost in dietary effort and exercise.  One small run of excess and indolence and the entire edifice would probably collapse in an excrescence of flab, sag and cellulite.  So here was the paradox.  A woman with enormous appetites, for food, for men, for drink.  Kept in check.  But full of fear.  Fear of what?  Of excess that leads to decay.  Of letting go and having all go to hell.  Behind this haughty and ambitious woman what were the emotions screaming for release?  Dr. OBrien would find out.


“Nancy,” said Dr. OBrien, “Your chastisement will take place in two phases.  We limit the amount of punishment given in a single modality.  No more than 50 strokes are given to the backside with a strap or the cane.  So your backside will receive fifty leather kisses and then we will determine how to apportion the other fifty.  Do you understand”.  The statuesque raven haired woman nodded.  Dr. OBrien then added “You will be restrained from the very beginning.  From the behaviour of your daughter, it is obvious that your family is unfamiliar with chastisements.  I see no reason to repeat the silly-shallying we went through with Linda.  Here, open this box.”  Agnes took a pair of brightly wrapped, beribboned square packages from the utility table and handed them to Nancy.  “Think of this as a butt warming present” she said.  Agnes also handed Maggie a long gift wrapped box and said “Save this for later”.


Nancy opened her present first.  Inside were a pair of manacles.  Bright chromed handcuffs trimmed with leather such that the edges of the cuffs would not chafe the skin of the wrists.   There were also assorted lengths of 5 and 6 mm braided nylon line in bright colors.  Nancy was a woman of the world and surfed the net enough to know what this was all about.  A thrill of fear course through her veins.  She realized that she was not simply going to be spanked.  She was going to be bound and then beaten.  She would have no choice.  No chance for the pain and torment to end until her mistresses willed.  She was meat to be chopped and pounded.  She tossed the manacles into a corner of the room and dropped to her knees blubbering, “Please, Dr. OBrien, not this, please dont chain me up.  Ill be good.  I will do what you want. I will obey.  Just dont tie me up.”  Nancy hurled herself naked at the feet of the headmistress and sobbing clasped her around the ankles kissing the tips of her sensible brown shoes.  At this point Agnes knew she had hit pay dirt.  What ever Nancys psyche evolved around, fear of losing control, of being a hopeless victim, of being a bound slave, was a significant component.  Dr. OBrien commanded the three muses: “Kathy and Mary, each of you grasp one of Nancys wrists.  Bring her to her feet. Anne retrieve the cuffs.  I want the three of you to cuff Nancys hands in front of her.”  And so it was done.  But not without a struggle.  It took a significant effort on the part of the three women to subdue the crying, histrionic dark haired lady.  All were panting with the effort by the time Nancy was handcuffed and forced to bend across the laundry table.  Once this was accomplished one of the ropes was used to fasten the manacles to the cross member of the brace connecting the paired legs.  Then another length of line tied her ankles together.  The running portion of the line was also fastened to the cross member so that Nancy could not kick up her bound feet.  The helpless woman could do nothing but wiggle a bit and turn her head to the side and wail her dissatisfaction.   



The Texas Prison Strap


Dr. OBrien now had Nancy exactly where she wanted her.  Without a single blow being landed or any pain inflicted she had deduced that Nancy had a morbid fear of being tied up.  And being able to play upon fear was at the core of breaking someone and ultimately controlling them.  Agnes turned to Kathy and instructed her to open Nancys other present.  As the blonde removed the wrapping, a low whistle issued from between her lips.  Ooohs and Aaahs came from Anne and Mary as Kathy unfolded the three quarters of a meter long length of heavy leather.  Kathy passed the strap around to her fellow muses so that they could appreciate its heft and stiffness.  Then she grasped the strap by its wooden handle and gave it a trial swing or two.  As it was driven through the air it generated a palpable swoosh.  And a trial swat delivered to the top of the laundry table resulted in an explosion of noise.  Kathy aimed a trial swat at Mary, just barely missing the red head.  Soon the blond was chasing Mary and Anne around the utility room taking mock swats at them as all three giggled and squealed.


“Ladies, ladies!  You are acting like school girls with a new toy.  Behave yourselves and get down to the task at hand.” reprimanded Dr. OBrien who was inwardly delighted at the reception the three ladies gave her present.  She also noted Nancys reaction to the strap.  The raven-haired beauty turned her head away and cried all the harder.  “Settle down!  Now I want Kathy and Mary to get to work.  You know your positions.” explained  Dr. OBrien as she handed the strap to Ms Horrigan. “This is Texas Prison Strap.  They do things differently over in the colonies.  Here we regard spanking as light punishment, something that will terrify only a schoolgirl.  When we get serious we raise welts with the cane.  When you three ladies were strapped with the tawse, Ms Horrigan and Ms ONeil walked away with nothing more than red arses that will be back to normal by tomorrow morning.  Mrs Arundels fifty with tawse left bruises that will be gone by Monday.  On an arse like Mrs Wilsons fifty with the tawse would be like a hand spanking.  In America when they want to terrify a schoolgirl they use a Spenser Paddle and to make an impression on an adult they tie them down and use a Texas Prison Strap. Although I could not come up with a Spenser School Paddle on short notice, London Tanners had Texas Prison Straps in stock.  I can assure you that Mrs Wilson will long remember tonights spanking.  Now I want you two ladies to alternate every five swats.  And take things nice and slow.”


Kathy and Mary immediately recognized the wisdom of what Agnes was saying.  This was not going to be a quick spanking.  This was going to be punishment.  Kathy did a real windup before delivering her first swat and the strap hit with a WACK that resounded throughout the Wilsons basement.  And Mrs. Wilson responded with a shriek that drowned out the whack.  Kathy then allowed enough time for the shriek to die down before she struck again.  It took almost three minutes to deliver five blows.  And then it was Marys turn to use her left hand to deliver five strokes from Nancys right side.  After a total of ten lashes with the Texas Prison Strap, Nancys buttocks were flame red and she was shaking and sobbing continuously.  Kathy now started in on Nancys thighs.  The way in which Nancy writhed and twisted in her bonds told Kathy that Dr. OBrien was wise in supplying leather lined cuff.  Otherwise Nancys wrists would surely now be cut and bleeding from her struggles.  By the time her tormenters had delivered forty blows from the dreaded Prison Strap, Nancys backside was a solid swollen mass of purple bruise.  To start the last ten swats off, Kathy switched to a two handed grip and really put her whole body into her swing.  Nancy roared from the force of the blow.  This strike raised small 1-2 mm blood blisters where it landed.  Kathy grinned, knowing that that she had really hit home.  She repeated the trick landing every blow with maximal force.  Mary did the same and by the time the fiftieth lash had landed, beads of blood were forming all over Nancys torn bum and thighs.  And Nancy had lost consciousness. 


At this point the two servants returned from their task of putting the four girls to bed.  It made quite a scene.  An obtunded, pale-skinned woman with a bleeding backside was tied to a table around which stood three naked women with red arses while two dark haired women dressed in ridiculously short skirted uniforms with suspendered hose stood by.  Maggie looked at Agnes and giggled.




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