Go and Bend Over the Fountain!

In this extract, from Volume 23 – Stolen Bumbags, the disgraced former members of the Secret Sorority of Serial Spankers, Yvonne Godfrey and Janet ‘Mitch the Bitch’ Mitchell are caught sneaking about on the Elite Landing trying to swag a cell-phone to plan their escape.

Now if I was a talented illustrator I think this particular incident would make a marvelous cartoon but sadly I’m not. I have scoured my massive archive of spanking pictures and I cannot come up with a single image that would compliment this little yarn … oh well … Enjoy anyway and Happy Labor Day to everybody Stateside … Bottoms Up! … RH

“Sshhhhhhhh!” whispered Melanie White into Janet’s ear.

“Hello Yvonne,” said Claire Brooks cheerfully as she stepped out of the darkness of Deborah’s bedroom. “Looking for a phone?”

Yvonne and Janet sullenly followed the two Dorm Raiders down the stairs to the ground floor. They were clearly expecting to enter the labyrinth of corridors that led to the punishment room. However, Melanie pointed towards the door that led to the quadrangle. “This way,” she said.

“We can’t go out there its fucking freezing,” snorted Yvonne.

Melanie White smiled, “Oh you’ll be warm enough I can assure you.”

Yvonne didn’t move, she stood glaring at Melanie.

“I’m not going outside,” she snarled obstinately.

Melanie White looked at Godders very, very calmly. “You can come under your own steam or else we can frog march you,” she said matter-of-factly, “It’s entirely up to you.”

Yvonne glared at Melanie and pushed passed her. Although Godders stood a good six inches taller than Melons she was well aware that she was no match for the smaller gal.

Two years earlier, when they were both prefects, Melanie had criticized Yvonne after Godders had given Rosemary Booker the infamous lunchtime licking. Yvonne had haughtily told Melanie to mind her own business and cuffed the diminutive prefect around the ear. It was an act that Yvonne lived to regret, not only did she get her face scratched and her nose bloodied, she also ended up across the vaulting horse for a public flogging.

The four gals stepped out into the cold night air. Melanie pointed her cane towards the middle of the quad. “Go and bend over the fountain,” she said.

“You what?” gasped Yvonne.

“You heard me!” snapped Melanie.

“Are you fucking barking?” spluttered Yvonne. “You can’t cane us in the middle of the quadrangle!”

Melanie continued to smile. “Oh yes I can,” she replied.

Unenthusiastically Yvonne Godfrey and Janet Mitchell were bending over the rim of the fountain, the statue of Neptune gazing down at the thin material of their striped jimjams.

Behind them, in the shadows of the colonnades that surrounded the open arcade of the quad, Claire and Melons were shrugging off their blazers, folding them neatly and placing them on the concrete benches.

“I’m surprised you didn’t dunk them,” said Claire.

“Oh that would be cruel,” laughed Melons, “and I’m not a cruel gal, you know that. They’ll get wet enough, don’t you worry.”

The headlights of the two stretch limousines suddenly swathed the quadrangle in light. The Elite staggered out of the vehicles with glasses of bubbles in their hands. All around the unit lights were going on in the dormitories and the inmates were hanging out of the windows.

Nixdown Nixon pulled out her camcorder. “We’re going to need a film of this for posterity,” she giggled squiffily.

Yvonne and Janet were gripping the outer edge of the rim of the fountain, doing their best to keep their heads above the water. Behind them they heard the sound of running feet on the paving stones and then a high-pitched whistle.

Claire Brooks burst out of the cloisters, racing across the quadrangle, coming in low and then swiping the super-cane across Janet Mitchell’s squirming behind.

The sound of the cane exploding off Janet’s striped jimjams reverberated around the courtyard as if a Chinese firecracker had been ignited.

The inmates were whooping and hollering as they watched the spectacle. The Bounder had sent out several grubby’s with trays filled with glasses of bubbles available at five quid a pop.

Janet Mitchell was blubbing. Her hair was dripping from dangling in the fountain, her face and shoulders were soaked from the splashes of water that cascaded down from the three tiered fountain. Her backside was on fire.

Beside her Yvonne Godfrey was cussing. She was equally drenched from the gushing water and one stroke of the cane had almost lifted her off her feet and tumbled her forward into the fountain. Her arms had slipped off the edge of the rim and the sleeves of her jimjams were soaked.

Claire and Melanie were giving a demonstration of the fine art of running benders. Coming in fast and swooping down with perfect timing to unleash swipes of the super-canes that seemed designed to cut their victims in half.

In the quiet of the night the courtyard was filled with the sounds of Janet’s howls, Yvonne’s profanities and the explosive swishes and thwacks of the super-canes.

The two Dorm Raiders took it in turns to sprint out of the shadows of the cloisters and whip their canes expertly across the squirming seats of Yvonne and Janet’s striped jimjams.

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