...from Dorm Life for Danielle
by Victoria Fox
“Well, aren’t you a royal brat.” Nancy snapped two seconds after she walked into Danielle’s room. It had been six days since her first visit. Danielle’s jaw dropped, as she hadn’t expected to see the dorm mother until the next day, certainly not after daytime hours. She had meant to keep up on things, but all kinds of other things had pulled her focus all week. She looked around, trying to lie to herself for a moment, telling herself that it wasn’t that bad. Danielle noticed as she tried to come up with a smooth excuse that things were really a mess again. She stammered and exclaimed that she hadn’t expected Nancy until the next day and that she’d clean everything up in the morning.
The Dorm mom already had her cell phone in her hand. Acting as though she was almost ignoring the hysterical acting college girl, she reached into her purse and pulled a little notebook out. It had emergency contact information for all the young women enrolled at the college, including the numbers of their parents. “Danielle,” She said cooly “You won’t have to. I’ll be contacting the Dean in the morning to have you suspended on grounds that your room is a health hazard and you have failed to listen to warnings already given you.”
“Nancy, you can’t!” Danielle exclaimed, he eyes widening and becoming instantly wet.
The lady with the notepad and phone smirked and continued without pause, to say that she’d be calling her Father to make arrangements for her to be picked up.
Danielle’s cheeks flooded with tears. She found herself begging in the most childlike fashion to be given another chance. Nancy just stared at her, expressionless. Dani apologized, promised she’d do better, and pleaded for Nancy to just come check in the morning. Nancy still stared at her pointedly, looked at her phone, and back at the girl. Please, she bagged again, don’t. In tears and not knowing what possessed her, she told Nancy that she had been right the week before, that she did deserve a spanking.
Nancy then asked her the most embarrassing series of questions she had ever been required to answer. She wanted to know when the last time Danielle had gotten a spanking was. Danielle told her about the incident when she borrowed her Dad’s car without permission, trying to not get into detail. Her face flushed with shame as Nancy demanded the full story. She wanted to know what Danielle had been spanked with, and for how long. Dani told her that her Daddy had used his hand, and a hairbrush, and his heavy leather belt. Nancy asked if he had pulled down her panties and spanked her on her bare bottom, and when Danielle nodded the lady said that she surely deserved it. She asked her if he spanked hard enough that it really hurt, and Dani tried to look away. She asked her if it made her feel like a naughty little girl when he took the hairbrush to her, and if she had felt embarrassed when he whipped her bare bottom with his belt.
Danielle was visibly humiliated by the questions, especially the last one- whether or not she had that old hairbrush in her dorm room. Danielle wondered hatefully to herself why she had kept the thing, and nodded at the formidable looking woman. She sighed, somehow giving in, retrieved the brush from her dresser drawer, and handed it to Nancy.
The spanking was quick, unexpected, different from her Father’s. Nancy pulled her down on the bottom bunk bed and made her lay over her lap. She began swatting hard, immediately with the brush, over her jeans. After about 25 good hard smacks, she ordered her to pull down her pants, and repeated the same volley of swats on top of her panties. The hard solid whaps across her bottom with the hairbrush seemed excruciating. They kept coming so fast that she didn’t have a second to catch her breath. She had already been crying when the spanking began, and now was sobbing as Nancy pulled her panties down. Having this strange woman do such an intimate thing made her feel ashamed. She didn’t have time to think about the emotion as the spanking kept going, now on her bare bottom. Nancy managed to hit every spot on Danielle’s butt, making it turn crimson. A few hard slaps to her thighs made her wail into the pillow, as Nancy continued to spank all over both cheeks again. Finally Nancy stopped for a moment, and told her to stop crying and get up.
Out of breath Danielle choked for a moment, and tried to pull her sobs in. She stood up and fumbled to pull her underwear and jeans back over her throbbing ass. Nancy told her that wouldn’t be necessary, that she should lean on her desk and try to take the rest of her punishment like a good little girl that knew she deserved it. Danielle straightened up and followed the older woman’s orders. Nancy pulled the blind rod off of the hanging blinds in the window, and suddenly Danielle heard the thing swish just before the impact. She moaned and almost jumped into the air with the first hot red line, and Nancy reminded her to be still. The second, third and fourth crisscrossed, Dani concentrating hard not to move, to just let it happen. Two more, nancy announced, and paused for a second. Then the fifth and sixth landed, seemingly at the same time in a strange eternity of slow motion. “Owwww!’ she heard herself cry out with the first, and “I’m sorreeeee!” with the second.
“That’s better,” Nancy said “And get this pig sty cleaned up before I see you again in the morning.” Quickly she left, Danielle still bent over her desk and trying to collect herself with her jeans bunched up around her knees and her bottom a mass of red striped welts, all of it throbbing hotly.