Westbury

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ISBN:  9781907753398
Author:  Sara Rawlings
Word Count:  65,187
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Ruled by the RodRuled by the Rod

Westbury - A Tale of Feminine Correction and Schoolgirl Spanking.

The room quieted in anticipation, and in the sudden hush her fear felt loud as a scream.
   There was a soft ripping of the air behind her and the cane fell abruptly, an icy lick across her bare buttocks that sent pain blazing through her. She gasped 'Oh!' in shock, because it was even worse than she could ever have imagined, and sucked in her breath as the fiery sensation raged through her flesh.
   Paul watched her writhing bottom with a connoisseur's eye, admiring the welt rapidly developing exactly where he had intended to place it, just slightly below the widest part of her luscious rounds and well above her crease. He gauged the moment when she would feel the highest level of pain from his next stroke before he calmly struck her again...

When a boys' boarding school with a long tradition of caning turns co-ed, the local girls learn that equality of opportunity means exactly that. Amy is sent to the school to show how a girl can take a bare-bottom caning, an event repeated frequently in the months that follow, for the girls' high spirits lead them into a series of sexual scrapes deserving of severe corporal punishment...

Five to four found the girl at the porter's lodge, dressed in a cool summer frock over a virginal white bra and panties, in accordance with Myra's instructions to present herself smartly dressed for the occasion of her punishment, in white stockings and leather sandals with three inch heels. She carried a slim envelope purse and nothing else.
   Paul Chaters turned out to be a tall young man of approximately her same age, but he possessed an air of authority that made him seem older.
   'Miss Parton, I presume.' He took her in approvingly. 'This way, please.'
   She followed him obediently to a small hall located in an isolated part of the grounds away from the main buildings. Inside the vestibule, he stopped and indicated that she should sit on the bench there while he continued to stand. And as she lowered her thinly clad buttocks onto the hard seat, she was suddenly acutely aware of why he had brought her there. Would this tall young man standing before her ask her to lower her panties and take a caning on her tender bottom for the good of her soul?
   'I presume you know why you are here?' he asked.
   As was her wont, she stared down at her feet, yet she answered him firmly enough. 'I understand I am to be thrashed.' She had learned the hard way not to mumble when she was asked a question; Myra had taught her to speak firmly but politely in response. 'I was instructed to be here by five to four. I was not told anything else except that I would learn all I needed to know from you.'
   'Very well then, I'll explain. John Emery, who you will meet in a minute, and I are the school's senior prefects with special responsibilities in the department of corrections. As you may know, Westbury still holds to a belief in good old-fashioned corporal punishment, and it is our duty to carry it out, and to handle all matters pertaining to it. That includes this hall, where the punishment takes place. And from now on,' he continued while Amy shivered slightly, 'we are going to admit girls into the program. The senior girls begin next term, and we want to make it clear from the outset what their position is going to be as far as discipline is concerned. They will have to accept it,' he declared firmly, 'just as we have accepted the principle of absolute equality between the sexes. However, we have no experience in caning girls, which puts us in the position of having to determine whether they can take as much punishment as the boys do, or if we should consider making allowances. That is where you come in.'
   Amy's stomach gave a sickening lurch. 'But why me?' she asked, pressing her knees tightly together to steady herself. 'What do I have to do?'
   'It is not really any of your business,' he replied sharply. 'It was my understanding that you had been told not to be inquisitive. However, I suppose there is no harm in your knowing that your aunt is acquainted with a prefect's mater, and that she offered us your services as a form of guinea pig, so to speak. You have been caned before, I hope?'
   'Yes, often.'
   'At school?'
   Amy blushed slightly. 'Yes,' she admitted, 'we did suffer the cane at school, but I have been caned several times since then as well.'
   Paul raised an eyebrow. 'How old are you?'
   'Nineteen,' came the soft reply.
   'Well, some of the senior girls will only be a year younger than you, so it should be all right, but we will have to be a little harder on you to compensate for the age difference.'
  Again her tummy turned over; this was all beginning to sound too serious. Apparently, when Myra told her she was to be thrashed, she meant just that; she was not merely going to suffer an experimental stroke or two. She had taken up to a dozen strokes of the cane from her guardian before, yet there was a world of difference between a beating given and taken in love, and a cold clinical beating inflicted simply to prove a point about the suitability of girls for corporal punishment.
  'Stand up, please, and lift your dress from behind,' Paul commanded abruptly. 'I'd like to get an idea of how you're shaped there.'
   Amy blushed furiously, but she rose without hesitation and pulled the hem of her dress up from behind as instructed, exposing her slender thighs and pert cheeks, only partially concealed by the tight cotton panties slipping into her cleft. They clung to her flesh like a second skin and clearly outlined her pudenda's plump little purse. She glanced back at him, and saw that he seemed as interested in this piece of feminine topography as in her nearly bare buttocks, on which the fading spoors of Myra's last correction still showed on either side of her panties.
   It was a long moment before the tall young prefect tore his eyes away from the delights of her nether regions, and walked over to the door leading into the main hall. 'Thank you,' he said politely, 'you will do nicely. John Emery and the discipline subcommittee are waiting inside, ready for the trial. I will just go and have a word with them. Sit down until I come back for you.'
  Her face still warm from his casual inspection of her most private parts, she was even more conscious now of her tender, vulnerable bottom as she smoothed her dress down over it and took her place again on the hard wooden bench.
  It was a long ten minutes before he returned, ten minutes during which the icy dread in her belly thawed into nervous yet strangely excited butterflies. She jumped when the door finally opened, and Paul came to stand before her again.
   'Right,' he said, 'we're ready for you now. I've explained your position to them, and my estimate of your potential, and it's been decided to try you out on six of the best. That's the standard tariff, though sometimes it goes up to a dozen, but we'll take it one step at a time.' He indicated that she should precede him.
   The hall was not very large, perhaps twenty feet by thirty, with a row of chairs lining each wall leaving a clear space in the middle. Half a dozen young men stood together in a group watching her enter, and one of them had a bundle of professional-looking canes tucked under his arm. Her mind reeling beneath an intoxicating mix of trepidation and anticipation, Amy guessed that he must be John Emery, Paul's co-prefect in charge of correction.
   Trying not to look either defiant or frightened, she stared straight ahead and kept her chin up even though she could not stop her lower lip from trembling at the prospect of suffering the cane in front of all these young men.
   Paul introduced her all round as if she had merely come to take tea with them. John Emery looked very much like his fellow officer, only dark-haired whereas Paul was blond. The introductions complete, John suggested they begin. 'By the way, are you wearing panties?' he asked her.
   Amy lowered her eyes as she mumbled that she was.
   'They will have to come off,' he said. 'The boys aren't allowed underpants in the gym shorts they wear in correction.'
   She laid her purse on a nearby chair, and then reached under her dress, somehow getting her trembling fingers into the elastic of her panties. She drew them slowly down her legs, balancing carefully as she stepped out of them, one foot at a time, and laid them on the chair as well.
   'Right, stand here.' Paul indicated a point on the floor where a white line, much scuffed, was painted on the boards. 'You have to keep your toes on this throughout, or you'll earn yourself extras.' He waited while she placed her sandals where generations of feet had stamped and writhed in pain. 'Now bend over and grip your ankles, and don't let go until you're given permission to do so. I'm sure you know the drill from your days at school.'
   She did, and bending over, steeled herself to stay down no matter what. It was a year or so now since she had left school, but receiving extra strokes over and above one's sentence for rising prematurely was a lesson that, once learned, a girl did not easily forget. Besides, Myra had adopted a similar rule, but with added spice; her godmother had promised her that if she ever got up before permission was given, she would have to take the beating all over again from the beginning. Needless to say, Amy had taken great care never to let this happen.
   Hearing movement behind her, she bit her lip in anticipation...
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westbury
Monday, 6 July 2015  | 

I enjoyed it very much thank you.


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One of the Best
Thursday, 11 December 2014  | 

This is one of the best written and most arousing spanking novels I have ever read. Some of the descriptions of the caning of girls are just thrilling and on a par with P N Dedeaux. Highly recommended.


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A great example of schoolgirl erotica
Thursday, 7 January 2010  | 

Westbury is about lots of mainly curious girls deciding to choose CP discipline because of equal rights with boys; if boys can do it so can we girls. One girl who brings the school reputation down by being photographed sunbathing topless is punished by the strict, female PE teacher, with other girls who'd wronged, declaring when finished, 'She'd rather have had another caning.'

So, if you love spanking stories Westbury should be great for you!


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