Disciplinary Measures

Photo-story from Janus 132 featuring Tara Duncan and Natalie (aka Andrea Spinks)

Hilary Hanbury-Boyce watched from the window, and waited. One, or both, the girls would surely do something soon to give her cause to punish them in the way she longed to.

As inheritor and sole inhabitant of the Old Hall after her husband, the Brigadier died, Hilary had since become a magistrate as well as acquiring a name as the village disciplinarian. And today, with any luck, she’d be able to shed the gravitas of the one and eagerly don the mantle of the other.

Of course, those two out there in her garden making a hash of the simplest task had no idea of the danger they were in. What were their names — Tara and Natalie? To them, it was just another laugh — like the village shoplifting expedition they’d embarked on, which had landed them in front of Mrs Hanbury-Boyce, Magistrate. And it had been that austere lady’s decision that, it being the girls’ first offence, they should be cautioned and do a day’s ‘community service’ in the gardens of the Old Hall, rather than face the ignominy of being sent down.

Despite the seriousness of their offences, both girls were overflowing with volatile high spirits of a kind that mock authority and giggle their way into wild extravagances. Well, Hilary had a way of dealing with such excesses. The lady herself had been brought up the hard way, and had little patience with modern politically-correct values. Those girls out there had been given every chance to redeem themselves, but all they had done since they’d been here, apart from a bit of half-hearted raking, was to giggle and chatter like empty-headed jays.

Indeed, so preoccupied were they that neither girl saw Hilary leave the house and tread down the steps into earshot. Just in time to hear the blonde one, Tara, exclaim to her grinning dark-haired companion, ‘Well, she doesn’t frighten me, the old cow!’

‘Definitely kinky,’ laughed Natalie. ‘You know what Rosie said at the supermarket? — the old bitch dragged her over here and smacked her bum when she short-changed her or something.’

‘Ya,’ sneered Tara. ‘Don’t believe a word of it. I’d like to see what happened if she tried to smack mine!’

‘Or mine,’ said Natalie, and both subsided into gales of laughter.

‘Have you quite finished?’ came a cold, hard voice from unnervingly close by. It stopped them in mid-howl and caused them to spin round, gaping at Mrs Hanbury-Boyce as she emerged from the shrubbery.

The lady put her hands on her hips and addressed them. ‘I’ve been watching you ever since you were set to work. I had thought, mistakenly, that I was being lenient in giving you both a second chance. I even thought, foolishly, that you might jump at the opportunity of redeeming yourselves and showing contrition by working long and hard at the task I set you. But if I’d hired you as gardeners I’d sack you on the spot. You’re a pair of idle, feckless, gossiping good-for-nothings.

‘Who the fuck d’you think you’re talking to?’ said blonde Tara hotly.

‘I’m talking to you, you insolent little chit! And your friend here.’ Hilary turned coldly to Natalie, who seemed temporarily bereft of speech. ‘And as you both appear to have little but contempt for the more ‘civilised’ way of dealing with your criminal behaviour, we’ll try it another way. I suspect it will be a good deal more effective. Come with me!’

Neither girl had ever experienced anything so devastating as the sheer force of this woman’s will nor the strength of her arms. Their own limbs seemed to drain of force as Hilary Hanbury-Boyce seized each girl by the hair and virtually dragged them into the house. It was almost in a dream that they found themselves moments later in the austere seclusion of that lady’s expensively-furnished lounge, standing side-by-side as her hectoring tones continued to freeze them both like rabbits caught in headlights.

‘The trouble with you young rapscallions is that neither of you has the least idea what discipline is about.’ said Mrs Hanbury-Boyce. Tara opened her mouth to say something suitably defiant, but was blasted to silence. ‘Don’t you dare — dare — attempt to speak when I’m addressing you!’

The blonde girl’s quieter, less assertive companion visibly cringed, went red in the face then pale, and her eyes shone with frightened unshed tears. ‘You’re both going to be punished, properly, by me, now,’ the woman went on. ‘In a manner you ought to have experienced years ago.’

‘Look, Mrs, um…’ Tara began with a show of bravado. ‘I know you wouldn’t touch us really. Let’s pack this in, eh? We’ll do a bit more work out there, right, Nat?’

‘Oh no, young lady,’ came the icy retort. ‘It’s far too late for that. And as for my not touching you…’ A strange glow came into the woman’s eyes. ‘I think I’ll have a look at what I shall be dealing with.’

To the blonde girl’s amazement, Hilary leaned forward and lifted the back of her skirt and peered at the bottom beneath. The knickers were agreeably tight, trapped in the valley between appealingly plump buttocks.

‘Hmm, your bottom is considerably nicer than your manners, girl.’

‘Wha…’ began Tara.

‘Silence!’ Hilary turned to the cringing Natalie. ‘Now let’s have a look at yours, shall we?’

The brunette squirmed as the haughty woman raised her skimpy skirt, and sighed at what she saw. ‘Lean forward a little,’ she murmured. Natalie froze as she felt the woman’s hand stroking and squeezing her buttocks. ‘My, this is a really splendid arse,’ sighed Mrs Hanbury-Boyce. ‘As delicious in its own way as your friend’s.’ In spanking these girls, Hilary was embarking on a task of sheer pleasure. She had always been partial to the touch, feel and even taste of the milk-white flesh of a young girl’s bottom. And these two promised a trip to heaven. She tugged the knickers tighter between the dark-haired girl’s bottom-cleft, and traced the twin mounds with appreciative fingers.

‘It’s going to be a delight to deal with these,’ she said. ‘But you’ll have to wait your turn.’ Hilary stepped away. ‘Stand there behind the settle,’ she instructed Natalie. ‘You can watch your friend being punished.’

‘P-punished?’

‘Just do as I say!’ barked the woman.

Natalie stumbled over to the place indicated. She watched in amazement as her tough friend Tara was stood face-to-face with her across the settle. Neither girl was laughing now.

‘Bend over,’ came the ominous words. ‘Place your hands on the seat and keep your legs perfectly straight.’ Hilary had little doubt that this one was a bad influence on her dark-haired follower — and should receive the heavier punishment.

Tara bent. She still half-thought this must be some elaborate game the kinky old bird was playing. Even when her skirt was pulled clear of her bottom, she still thought it was a bluff. But she did not see the two-thonged leather strap that Mrs Hanbury-Boyce picked up.

She felt it, though, when a bolt of pure anguish blasted across her knickered buttocks. Tara howled and jerked as the appalling hurt seared her bottom a second time, then a third. She trampled her feet, spat out expletives, wrenched her hips from side to side.

‘Stay down!’ came the implacable command. And somehow, despite her defiant spirit, the girl did.

As the strap continued to slap loudly and painfully down on her friend’s bottom, Natalie watched with an expression of horror and disbelief. Surely this simply couldn’t be happening? The thought that her own tender bottom might soon be in for the same savage treatment was too horrible to contemplate. She could still feel of the ghost of the woman’s probing fingers crawling over her backside.

But when the woman, already a little flushed from her exertions, paused to strip down Tara’s panties and fully expose her bottom. Natalie experienced an odd twinge of excitement in the pit of her tummy at seeing Tara’s bottom completely bare. She stared and stared, almost forgetting for the moment her own predicament.

Hilary was getting to the interesting part. A young girl’s bare, brazen bottom-cheeks pouted pinkly beneath her, smarting hotly and ready to receive a good deal more. She brought the tawse down even harder. This time the reprobate under punishment yowled as her arse took on a scarlet hue. Hilary stepped up the rate of the strokes, even as her pulse-beat quickened with that unique excitement she craved.

Such was the noise of the leather slapping loudly and repeatedly on the softness of Tara’s bottom, and her sturdy friend’s agonised cries, that Natalie wanted to scream and run — yet she was frozen to the spot not only by fright, but by a strange fascination.

But now it was her turn. Tough, hard-nosed Tara was actually sobbing as the woman told her to stand up. Then the woman’s glittering, strangely excited eyes met Natalie’s own petrified stare.

‘You will change positions with your friend.’

The dark-haired girl moved as if in a trance to the front of the settle, and stood where Tara had been a few moments before. Her dread was so profound that her legs would scarcely support her.

‘Bend down.’

A very subdued Tara watched as Natalie bent forward. Her panties tightened over a beautifully round, jutting rump. Hilary had already noted its merits. Now she felt a renewed surge of bliss as she drew her arm back and swung the strap smartly in to slap against the twin hemispheres with a satisfying crack. Even though the strokes were a little lighter, the pain to a bottom that had hardly ever before received more than an occasional light smack in fun was truly appalling.

The girl made a terrible noise, but it was music to her chastiser’s ears. For Hilary, the efficacy of a punishment could usually be measured in the volume of response. Natalie yelled and howled as the strap rose and fell, rose and fell, her entire body shaking to the weight of each slap as it sank into the rapidly reddening pillows of her young arse.

Just when the girl thought she could take no more. Hilary paused, ran her hand approvingly over the roasting buttocks, then tugged Natalie’s panties down, completing her humiliation.

‘No, please no!’ she wailed as her naked bottom came into view.

‘Yes, oh yes,’ breathed Hilary. Natalie’s howls ringing in her ears. Hilary gave one final vigorous stroke of the tawse, then laid the implement down.

‘Get up,’ she told the weeping girl. Then she sat on the settle. ‘Come and stand in front of me — both of you.’

The normally cocksure Tara was becoming increasingly aware that in Mrs Hanbury-Boyce she may have met her match. Although both pairs of knickers lay on the floor, at least their skirts once more covered their modesty. Their bottoms smarted badly.

‘I expect you imagine now that I’m going to send you home, and that will be the end of the matter,’ said Hilary. ‘But I’ve by no means finished with you yet.’ She fixed their dismayed faces with a glare that brooked no opposition. ‘The severity of your offences means that, although you have both had your bottoms soundly thrashed…’

‘And groped,’ thought Tara, though she did not dare to smile.

‘…I now intend to spank them as hard as I am able.’

Natalie gasped. ‘Just remember,’ the woman went on, that any anti-social deed you may be misguided enough to commit in the future will have its own inevitable consequences. In your cases, should you re-offend, it might be a young offenders’ institution, or prison. I sincerely hope that, after the punishment you have received here today, you will seriously reconsider your behaviour.’ Hilary paused. The girls stared at her. What the hell was coming next? The woman’s personality held them there as if by invisible bonds.

‘Undress, both of you! I want to see your naked young bodies. I want you to revel in the humiliation of knowing that my eyes are feasting on every inch of you, including your most private, intimate and secret places. Do it — NOW!’

Neither girl looked at the other as they, obedient to the letter now, peeled off their dresses, baring pert breasts and vaginal bushes to the woman’s avid gaze, surrendering every last vestige of modesty to their chastiser.

Mrs Hanbury-Boyce pointed to the blonde one first again, pleased to see that the previously jeering mischief-maker looked troubled and sombre. She was even beginning to look contrite.

‘Come across my knee, you wicked girl,’ said Hilary. Tara sank forward over the woman’s lap.

The surprisingly heavy palm struck down hard on a bottom already extremely sore from its strapping, so the spanking Tara now endured caused her to cry out in painful protest. For Hilary, the contact of her hand on the soft, hot buttocks, smearing the flesh across the seat-bones at every hearty smack, renewed her sense of joy.

As the girl juddered and jerked under the torrent of slaps, she felt the heat steadily building till it seemed her bottom could absorb no more hurt, but would burst into flames. She yelled, she swore, but none of her protests did the slightest good. Not until Tara finally broke down and her tears had been flowing for quite some while did Hilary let up.

‘Stand over there, hands on head!’ she carolled. And, very painfully, the blonde reprobate did so.

Blowing on her stinging palms, Hilary turned to the tremulous Natalie. ‘Come across my knee.’

As Natalie settled with a plaintive moan across her thighs, Hilary took time to squeeze and explore each rounded moon, exulting in the warm, velvety flesh. She lifted her hand and brought it down with a loud slap, squashing the twin softnesses briefly and imparting a flash of heat there. And again, and again, and then again.

Natalie began to sob as her bottom was profoundly and thoroughly spanked. Each hefty smack blasted across the soft surfaces, making scarlet the deliciously chubby rumps. Hilary rejoiced in each slap, feeling the tension rising between her own legs. She knew that if she were to smack this delicious bottom long enough, what with the accumulated frissons from spanking the first, combined with the girl’s warm weight shifting and jerking against her lower belly…

Hilary spanked harder, faster, and her own shrill gasps accompanied her increasingly frenzied smacks. Suddenly, as the girl gave an extra-loud squeal and violently agitated her hips, Hilary shuddered to a climax. Her groan of ecstasy went unheard in the commotion the spanked girl was making — although, standing to one side, the watching Tara blinked. But even had she been told that Mrs Hanbury-Boyce had just orgasmed beneath her friend’s jerking body, she would not have believed it.

Enough was enough. Natalie was crying and shaking as Hilary helped her to her feet.

‘Your punishment is over,’ she told the girls quietly, feeling deliciously calmed. She almost had a feeling of love for them. ‘Come and sit on either side of me.’

And, naked, still sniffling, they came to her. In quieter tones, Hilary counselled them against committing further offences. She knew that they were not intrinsically bad, but dangerously high spirits of the kind they had displayed could, as they had seen, so easily turn to crime.

‘I hope,’ she finished, ‘that you have both learned a valuable lesson. Now get dressed, and then you can go. I want to see neither of you in here for punishment, ever again. Is that clearly understood?’

Then she walked from the room.

The two girls comforted each other, their faces wet with tears, hands warm on each other skin. Gradually their sobs subsided. What they had experienced was something that no court of law could sentence them to, yet what they had received this afternoon at the hands of the village disciplinarian they would remember for the rest of their lives. Their brief excursion into crime has been well and truly nipped in the bud.

As for Hilary Hanbury-Boyce, she had little doubt that there would be other errant village maidens brought before her for summary correction. She smiled at the prospect.

For the Lady of the Old Hall, it was what made life worth living.