Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2001 06:31:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Jenna de Rosa <jennatarp@yahoo.com>
Subject: St. Monica's School for Girls Part 8 {Jenna}(F/F spank)

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2001. This work is unsuitable for minors. This work contains graphic
descriptions of sexual behavior between adult females and adult females
with minor females. The explicit nature of the story may be offensive. The
religious backdrop and sometimes-violent content may also be
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Chapter Eight

Jenna was jolted awake from her orgasmic induced slumber by slaps on her
buttocks. The bell signaling the end of class had rung and as the class
filed out, they slapped her ass. Groggily, she forced herself to waken and
she realized she was nude. Jenna quickly gathered up her clothes and put
them on, before her next class came in.

No sooner was she dressed than the next class of girls filed in. As they
settled into their seats, the second bell rang.

>From the loudspeaker overhead came an announcement, "Ms. Tarp, please
report to the office, Ms. Tarp, to the office please."

Jenna felt a rush of anxiety pass through her body and she wondered what it
was all about. Actually she knew what it was about, but she just didn't
want to admit it. That's where the anxiety came from. Her knowing what had
transpired during her first day and - not even a half. She was in deep shit
and she knew it. "Well," she reasoned, "this is it. I'm fired."

Jenna turned the class over to one of the students and instructed them to
read a chapter until she got back. She walked down the long dark hallway,
her head down and heart pumping. Hearing those words, "you're fired", just
freaked her out. Worse yet, she catastrophized, "I could go to jail. Or
worse yet, PRISON!" She shuddered at the thought.

She slowly opened the door to the office and sheepishly peeked in. The Head
Mistress, Sister Ann, was standing in the doorway to office and motioned
for her to come inside. Jenna swallowed hard and walked in.

Jenna tentatively entered Sister Ann's office. For the some reason the
office seemed cold and sterile today. Two women sat in chairs directly
facing her, but back against the far wall of the office. Both women were in
they're 30's and very attractive and well kept. She suspected they were
mothers of a couple girls at the school. She felt a twinge of apprehension
bubble in her stomach as the two women glared at her. She felt really
uneasy with the way they looked at her. It was as though they despised her.

Sister Ann's dark-stained wooden desk sat to the left as she entered, and
it was neatly arranged with a desk calendar and in/out boxes. Sister Ann
sat behind the ominous looking desk with a serious look on her face. Jenna
didn't feel good all of a sudden. The room was dead silent as she
entered. There was no chair for her to sit on, so he hoped it would be a
short meeting. Jenna walked into the office and approached the two
well-dressed scowling women before facing to her left and standing in front
of Sister Ann at her desk.

"You called for me?" Jenna asked shyly. She hoped she didn't smell like
sex. She was still very sensitive and could still feel the moisture between
her legs. Just walking caused her to shiver.

Sister Ann looked somber as she sat behind her desk and began, "Ms. Tarp,
let me start with introductions," pointing to the very distinctive looking
woman on the far right, "this is Ms. Landers...Judge Landers, and this,"
acknowledging the dark haired woman closest to her, "is Ms. Wallace."

"Nice to me both of you," Jenna nodded. When the women didn't return her
greeting she knew for sure that something was up. She just prayed it wasn't
what she thought it might be.

Sister Ann looked down and after a moment of silence as she collected her
thoughts said, "It appears we have a little problem."

Jenna's heart sank as she stood before the women. She knew one of the girls
had probably told their parents and now she was in big trouble. A sweat
broke out on her back and scalp as her ears began to ring.

"These are mothers of two girls, Bic and Barb, in your first period class,"
began Sister Ann.

Jenna almost fainted. She felt the blood drop to her feet and she became
visibly shaken and took a small step to her left to regain her balance.

"Please sit down, Ms. Tarp. I'm sorry I don't have a chair for you, but you
need to sit down anyway," Sister Ann told her.

Jenna didn't care that there was no chair, she DID need to sit down
anyway. She knelt down and then sat back on her heels. She looked down and
nervously flattened her skirt.

"Ms. Tarp," Sister Ann began again, now looking down at the ashen Jenna,
"Both girls came home last night and told disturbingly similar
stories. Both girls said you sexually molested another student by having
oral sex with her. Is that true?" asked Sister Ann in a concerned voice.

Jenna's mind went blank. She didn't know what to think, in fact, she
couldn't think. Her career, her life, her freedom all flashed before
her. She knew was innocent, but all she did was stammer... "N-no t-that's
not true." How would she explain what happened so that they'd believe her?
She felt an overwhelming since of hopelessness fill her being and she began
to cry. "I-I...didn't..." she blubbered, "I-I mean, I did, but...but...it
wasn't like you think..." Jenna thought about how that sounded and realized
that even she didn't believe it.

"So what are you saying, Ms. Tarp?" pressed a disbelieving Sister Ann.

Jenna didn't know what to say. She burst into tears and sobbed at her
inability to put up a sound defense. She felt like an idiot. She thought
about the whole horrible incident in her mind again and she remembered how
she had begun to feel a little arousal and that made her really feel
guilty. She never should have let things get that far, but now that she
had, what was she going to do? She felt dirty and ashamed at being accused
of child molestation. "Was she?" she asked herself, "was she a child
molester?"

Jenna's sobbing made the women believe she was guilty. They all became
visibly upset and disgusted with the young woman.

"Ms. Tarp, please get a hold of yourself." Sister Ann stated flatly as she
tossed her a Kleenex.

Sniffling, Jenna tried to regain her composure and dabbed her eyes with the
tissue before placing her hands meekly in her lap.

"Am I to understand that what these girls said is true?" queried Sister
Ann. Not waiting for a response Sister Ann said, "I'm afraid I have know
choice but to punish you, Ms. Tarp."

Jenna didn't know what that meant, but it didn't sound good. She thought
she was being fired or worse yet, going to jail. She stared at the ground
and felt an immense emptiness inside. Her life as she knew it was over.

Sister Ann pushed back from her desk and stood up. She reached under her
desk and grabbed something.

Jenna, from her knees, watched as Sister Ann pulled out a wooden paddle
that she used on rare occasions and plunked it onto the desk with a
thud. The heavy two foot long paddle was about a half inch thick piece of
four inch wide pine that was beautifully engraved with the words, "Spare
the rod" and lacquered to a bright shine.

The two mothers, both so angry they were almost trembling, grinned evilly
when they saw the piece of lumber.

Looking down at her hands, Jenna felt tears welling up in her eyes
again. Fear gripped the young teacher when she saw the paddle. Her stomach
tightened as she envisioned herself being spanked in front the two girl's
mothers. Jenna just couldn't allow that. She wasn't a child. No way should
she be spanked for what she had done. It wasn't even her fault...was it?
Jenna suddenly felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. How did all those
things happen to her anyway? She must have played a role in it
somehow. Never before had she EVER experienced a day like yesterday...and
then again today...EVER in her life!

Jenna felt herself becoming flushed and felt faint. She remembered that she
had had several orgasms as a result of all those activities. That, alone,
proved she actually liked what happened, didn't it? Jenna tried to shake
the cobwebs from her mind. She wasn't thinking clearly. She DIDN'T enjoy
being humiliated and forced to have sex! "I DON'T!" she emphasized to
herself.

And now, her Head Mistress was about to spank her for her crimes. Her
"crimes?" she questioned herself. She was petrified of prison and the whole
idea of being arrested. The humiliation and embarrassment that would bring
on her and her community was more than she could fathom. Her fear obscured
her ability to think clearly and she didn't even realize that Sister Ann
was now standing over her, tapping the paddle on her free hand.

"Stand up, Ms. Tarp," ordered Sister Ann.

Without thinking, Jenna leaned forward and pushed herself up. Passively,
she stood before the three women holding her hands in front of her. She was
very scared of what was to come. The two mother's really worried her, they
were so angry. Jenna wanted to do whatever it took to make them calm down,
but she didn't want to be spanked. She sensed they wanted to inflict pain
on her and she almost understood why.

Jenna felt her heart thump wildly in her chest when she remembered she
wasn't wearing any panties. Her mind raced with visions of how she would
look and the reactions the mother's might have. She squeezed her eyes
together momentarily trying to rid herself of the whole scene. She hoped
she could will herself away to another place and time.

"Turn around, bend over and lift your skirt, Ms. Tarp," instructed Sister
Ann.

Jenna's heart thumped in her chest so hard she thought they might hear
it. She stood there for a second, stunned. Thoughts bounced in her mind
like ping pong balls. If she bent over, they'd see that she wasn't wearing
panties. She hadn't been spanked since she was a kid. She didn't WANT to be
spanked. Did she deserve to be spanked? What was her alternative? If she
didn't allow them to spank her, they could have her fired AND arrested. She
probably deserved a good swat anyway; after all she DID have oral sex with
a minor girl.

Jenna could hardly breath as she looked at the three women. They all glared
back at her, waiting. Jenna, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts and
emotions, tried to take in all that was happening to her.

Sister Ann was feeling the heat of the moment. She felt her body tingle
with a layer of sweat under her thick, black robe. She tried to act
nonchalant, but she choked on air a few times. "It's b-best to repent for
your s-sins, Ms. Tarp," she stuttered from nervous excitement.

Jenna knew they were right, but didn't like it. She closed her eyes and
sheepishly turned her back to the two women as Sister Ann leaned
forward. Jenna reached behind her and grabbed the hem of her skirt and
squeezed it tightly. She paused for a moment as she tried not to think
about what they would see when she bent over. She inhaled deeply and slowly
bent over and reluctantly lifted her skirt, flipping it on her back.

"Grab your ankles, Ms. Tarp," ordered Sister Ann.

Jenna grabbed her ankles and pulled her face to her knees and held on
tightly. She grimaced in anticipation.

THWACK! Came the paddle across her butt cheeks.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w!" screamed a shocked Jenna. She grimaced in pain as
her ass leapt on fire and her pussy contracted. A rosy red rectangle
striped her ass. She wanted to cry it hurt so badly. She squeezed her knees
and tried to ignore the pain. She stopped thinking about the fact that her
ass and pussy were there for all to see and focused, instead, on the flame
that filled her buttocks.

"Do you like to have sex with girls?" asked Sister Ann, her own warmth
building rapidly at not only being able to see Jenna's firm perky butt, but
being able to swat her with her paddle. She loved how Jenna's firm ass
hardly shook when she spanked her. A sign of how firm it truly was.

The stinging in her ass subsided after a few seconds and Jenna felt her
pussy twitch involuntarily at the question. She wondered why that
happened. Jenna figured her body was reacting negatively to the question,
at least that's the way she felt in her mind. Thinking her Head Mistress
was intending to beat any desire for women out of her, Jenna started to
whimper and sniveled out a meager, "no."

"Wrong," said Sister Ann.

THWACK! Came another swat across her firm protruding butt cheeks.

"O-o-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w-w!" howled Jenna. She wasn't dumb, she would give
them the answer they wanted, "Yes," she panted, "yes, I like to have sex
with girls!" She couldn't believe she had just blurted that out. She
admitted to doing something that just wasn't true. Why did she do that?
Couldn't she take a little pain?

Jenna's pussy twitched a few more times as she reflected on what she'd just
done. She admitted, in public, that she liked to have sex with girls!
"O-o-h-h," Jenna moaned softly. Her mind was awash with confusion. She
truly DIDN'T like to have sex with girls, but somehow the idea of it caused
her body to react with reluctant arousal.

"Excellent," cooed Sister Ann, "now we're getting somewhere. So you DO like
the taste of young teenage pussy?"

Jenna was shocked at the use of language and she felt her vagina spasm
again. It seemed so raw and sexual. "The taste of teenage pussy?" she
repeated in her mind. Repeating it to herself sent a chill up her spine and
she shivered. "The taste," she repeated again sending rising warmth up her
back. She'd never really thought about how a pussy 'tasted' before. The
idea that it had flavor at all was kind of exhilarating. She felt herself
gasp at the thought.

She remembered that she wasn't repulsed by the taste of the girl's vaginas
at all, which sent a shot of wetness into her vagina. Her thoughts
momentarily deflected from her stinging ass and her humiliating position,
tried to rationalize why she just had that sudden burst of arousal. She
knew she didn't like girls pussy's at all, much less the 'taste' of them so
she stupidly replied, "No."

THWACK! Came another swat, this one a little harder than the previous.

"O-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w! I mean, YES...YES! I like the taste of young pussy,"
Jenna blubbered, her ass stinging and throbbing. Why did she say 'no'?
"That was dumb!" she scolded herself. Jenna held tightly onto her
ankles. It was the only she had to grip to try and limit the pain. She
wondered how things had ever gotten this far. How did she ever manage to
end up in the Principle's office getting spanked in front of two parents?
This was humiliating. Not only that, she was being accused of liking the
taste of young pussy, which she didn't and yet she had this strange arousal
brewing in her loin.

Sister Ann grabbed Jenna's ass cheeks, one in each hand, and squeezed them
hard, forcing the bright red cheeks to turn white again. She reveled at the
opportunity to do this in front of two of the more prominent students
mother's. She wanted them to know that she would take immediate action when
one of her teacher's messed up. She glanced over her shoulder and was
pleased to see that both mother's were eagerly watching the punishment.

Jenna's eyes rolled back in her head when she felt Sister Ann aggressively
massage her buttocks. She was lifting and separating her cheeks, spreading
her ass wide exposing both her private holes to the two mothers sitting
behind her. The sensation was incredible. She gasped a couple times when
she felt Sister Ann's thumbs brush by her pussy and anus. The warmth from
the swats, followed by Sister Ann's massage was pushing hear heated flesh
to new heights. Grabbing her ankles tightly, she closed her eyes and tried
to ignore the moisture she was sure was visible by now. She wanted to tell
Sister Ann to stop, but it felt so good she didn't dare. The stretching and
pulling on her ass cheeks was making her wetter by the second.

Jenna tried to clear her mind. She shouldn't be getting wet like this,
certainly not now. Here she was bent over holding her ankles in the school
principles office, with her skirt lifted up exposing her panty-less
buttocks, getting spanked in front of two girl's mothers, while admitting
to things that weren't true! How on earth could she find that exciting? It
didn't make sense, but there was no denying it, she WAS getting aroused.

"Did you have any questions for our new young teacher?" Sister Ann asked
the two mothers, hoping they'd seize the moment and ask the vulnerable
young teacher a question they'd know she'd get wrong.

"Yes," Judge Landers replied, "I do. Ms. Tarp, are you a lesbian?"

Panting from the massage, Jenna reacted almost instantly with an emphatic,
"No!" "How dare they imply that I'm gay," she thought to herself, her ass
still smarting. She was definitely NOT a lesbian! Just because she had a
horrible day yesterday didn't make her a lesbian today. She still liked
men...kind of. I mean just because she'd never really dated before or had
sex with a man, for that matter, didn't make her a lesbian. And just
because she'd felt some arousal during some of those terrible events,
didn't make her a lesbian either...did it?

Jenna kept telling herself she wasn't a lesbian, but she felt like she was
losing the argument with her self. The thought of being gay made her
feel...feel...AROUSED!

Then suddenly, THWACK! Another swat reinforced her latest conclusion.

"O-o-o-o-o-w-w-w-w-w! YES-S-S-S-S! YES! I'm a LESBIAN!" screamed Jenna, her
ass burning again. "Oh my gawd!" she said in her mind, "I just told them I
was a LESBIAN!" Jenna couldn't believe it. Even worse though, she felt like
the swat splattered pussy juice around. She was so wet she was almost
dripping. Deep down inside she KNEW she wasn't a lesbian, but for some
reason the thought of it was causing her to grow wetter.

Jenna couldn't help herself. Her ass stung like fire, but she still felt
excitement! She imagined what she must look like right then. Bent over
holding her ankles, two mothers watching her get punished, her ass a bright
red and her pussy dripping wet! What kind of a message was that sending?
Was that telling them that she...she...enjoyed being spanked...in public?!

Jenna felt flushed. She began to pant uncontrollably. She toiled with the
idea for a moment and then abruptly dismissed it as nonsense. There was no
way she could enjoy being spanked...in public...and ENJOY it!

Sister Ann and the two mothers recognized the signs of young woman's
excitement and decided to take full advantage of the fact that Jenna
obviously enjoyed public humiliation and punishment. Sister Ann delivered
another swat to Jenna's firm ass eliciting a deep moan this time, as
opposed to a yelp.

Sister Ann took the paddle and rubbed it on Jenna's ass as Jenna began to
roll her hips and moan lightly.

Jenna was in a different place. Her arousal sent her inside her own mind
and blocked out all outside activities. She was totally consumed with the
feelings in her body and forgot about her surroundings. She gasped for air
as her stomach twitched and her pussy pulsated. She was building toward an
orgasm and she couldn't stop it. The fire from the last swat was leaving
her too quickly this time and she needed another one to keep her headed
toward orgasm. She wanted to ask for another, but then again didn't.

Jenna ground her hips by flexing her knees and circling her ass. She wanted
another swat to send her over the edge...no, she NEEDED another swat!
"Please, please, spank me again," Jenna panted, totally forgetting about
the two mothers watching. Jenna was fully into her self right now and all
else didn't matter.

Sister Ann was sweating profusely now. Not from the physical activity, but
from her own arousal. Her new young teacher was actually begging for
another swat, right in front of these two mothers! It was almost more than
she could take. This surpassed her wildest hopes and fantasies!

THWACK! Sister Ann delivered the final blow.

Jenna screamed again, "O-o-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h-h-h!" but not from pain this
time, but from pleasure. She came as soon as the initial sting left her
flaming ass. She rolled her hips as her pussy squeezed love juice. She let
out deep moans as the last of the liquid squished from her loin. Jenna
collapsed on the Principles office floor, her stomach heaving as she lapsed
into slumber.

Judge Landers, Sister Ann and Bic's mother exchanged knowing glances as
they watched they young teacher rest. Judge Landers told Sister Ann, "Oh
my, she's way better than you described her on the phone. Have her contact
me after school today. I have plans for her."


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