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Boarding School Punishments
(J. L. Jones)

      Dear Ephram,

      I've been here at Burnside Academy a little more than a week now, and already I can see that my duties as Assistant Headmaster aren't going to be especially time consuming. I should have much time for independent study and writing as my chief responsibility is that of overseeing student deportment and discipline. As you know, Burnside is an academy for girls only, and even though the rules are numerous and strict, I don't anticipate an undue amount of trouble. 

      Corporal punishment is approved of here, and the students' parents are much in favor of the practice. After all, it's well known that any graduate of Burnside is practically guaranteed a place in the upper echelons of society. A sore rump is a small price to pay for such an advantage.

      I've been gladdened to become reacquainted with our old friend and colleague, Neville Dunbar. As ever, he's a lean and rakish fellow, his hair still a deep black color, and he's grown a small goatee that gives him a certain cavalier charm. His position here as Headmaster of Burnside Academy sits well with him, and he's become even more adept at keeping young girls in line than when the three of us were together there at Woodson Academy. If you'll remember, he never misused his authority, though he always appeared to enjoy any opportunity to attend to an unruly girlish bottom.

      Burnside is an isolated haven of academia, the nearest village being a good half hour away by saddle mount, the journey even more time consuming if traveling by carriage. The stone buildings are ivy covered, the walkways shaded, the halls quiet and serene. Acres of forest and field surround the campus proper, the whole of it surrounded by a high stone fence and patrolled by guards on horseback. These guards make certain that we have no unwanted visitors. Of course, they also insure that no girl leaves without permission.

      "We're a very secluded community here at Burnside," Dunbar remarked as he was showing me about the campus on my first full day here. "What goes on here is kept quite private. This applies in particular to the rather unique methods we employ in making certain that our girls learn to live in an orderly fashion. We tolerate no nonsense from these young scamps. Any girl who strays from the rules can be certain of having her buttocks reddened."

      I glanced over and saw that he was grinning. I supposed that he was thinking of thrashing an errant student.

      "As Assistant Headmaster, you'll be handling a good number of the disciplines and punishments, Ian," he went on, "though we'll collaborate closely. You'll soon learn how intense our methods are. We have free rein to treat our students as harshly as needed. The parents of these girls want only for them to receive a Burnside diploma of graduation. Thus, we have unlimited leeway in our choice of punishments. And we subject these girls to far more than mere spankings, rulerings, and birchings. The lash-strap is used freely here, and it is customary to require a girl to strip naked before she undergoes disciplinary treatment."

      Of course, there are many private schools where rigorous discipline is used as a means to better learning, but it was a little surprising to find that I was now involved with just such an institution. 

      At the time, Dunbar and I were strolling along one of the stone walkways of the campus, and a group of students was passing by, though at some distance from of us. All of them were quite pretty, their hair flowing freely in the crisp fall breeze. As I gazed after those sweet, young creatures, I felt a delightful sort of stir, realizing that I might soon be ordering any one of them to bare herself for a thrashing. But even as I thought of this, I resolved that I'd avoid any unnecessary cruelty and to make certain that I used my authority only in the interest of academic excellence.

      Discreetly, Neville drew my attention to one of the girls strolling by. She was walking slightly apart from the others, though she didn't seem at all standoffish, just a bit independent. And she was strangely beautiful, her lustrous, black hair extremely long, hanging almost to her trim waist, her complexion just slightly dusky. Her body was slight, still developing, the breasts somewhat smallish, though proud and standing high and outlined clearly beneath the white blouse of her school uniform. But it was her eyes that compelled me. They were large and dark and gave her an innocent appearance, though on second glance those eyes seemed to betray a hidden sensuality, a sensuality that she probably wasn't even aware of.

      "That dark-haired girl is Rachel Childress," Neville remarked. "This is her first term here, and she's something of a special case. She'll be brought into the office for discipline soon. I've made special arrangements with her mother. She wants us to discipline Rachel whether she deserves it or not. That girl is going to get the full treatment while she's here. She will writhe beneath the lash."

      Rachel had the look of good breeding, the look of someone who has learned proper behavior at an early age. I couldn't help but point this out to Neville.

      "Right you are," he agreed, "but she has a certain haughty manner about her. "Thus far, her academic work has been excellent, but already two of her teachers have complained of her aloof manner in class. Still, whenever she's called on, she's always ready with the correct answer."

      "I don't really see any problem then," I said to him. "She's getting the work done. That's the important thing."

      "Up to a point," he agreed, "but here at Burnside we strive to instill our girls with a respect for their elders. Rachel's attitude doesn't meet our standards, and she'll wind up learning the hard way. By that, I mean she'll learn by having her hind end tanned. And a luscious hind end it is, wouldn't you say?" He was chuckling as he finished this last sentence.

      I had to admit that the hind end in question was indeed "luscious."

      Our tour of the campus was nearly complete, but before we returned to the stone building where our offices are located, Neville wanted to show me a spot that he thought I should know about. We first had to walk some distance on an earthen path that wound off into the forests. Our destination turned out to be a lovely woodland glen, quite large and grassy and bordering a clear stream strewn with large boulders. At one side of the clearing stood a life-size granite statue of a wood nymph, nude save for a fig leaf over her pubic mound, her head thrown back, hair drooping downward, hands held high, one bare foot stretched out behind her. Yes, it was a most erotic work of art.

      Neville paused at the edge of the clearing and explained why he'd brought me there. "At certain times, usually when the weather first becomes warm in the springtime, it seems that at least a few of our young ladies just can't seem to resist frolicking naked in the forest," he told me, "a practice clearly forbidden by rule. They often use this clearing for this sort of...romping. Of course, the new girls don't realize that we in authority are well aware of it."

      Standing there at the edge of the clearing, I couldn't help but imagine a few pretty young things stripping out of their school uniforms and scampering through the grass and among the trees, perhaps even splashing about in the stream.

      "I thought you should know that it's a good idea to keep an eye on this place," Neville went on. "You can never tell when you might find a few bare girls here. This, of course, warrants punishment, usually right here on the spot. With the help of our proctors, I've had several girls tied to that statue and then taken a belt to her bottoms until their shrieks rang through the forest."

      Again, this presented a most arousing picture.

      As we left the clearing, I was imagining Neville administering a woodland flogging to some hapless girl.

      Once we were back on the campus proper, Neville veered off of the stone walkway, saying he had one more thing of interest to show me. Soon enough, we arrived at a vast playing field where a Physical Culture class was in progress.

      The girls playing in the field were all in scant attire, tiny, white gymnasium costumes that did little to cover their ripe bodies. The little tunic-like garments were flimsy, sleeveless, and just tied on over one shoulder. And these costumes were tucked at the waist and so short that the girls' rumps were just barely covered. Additionally, every girl out there was in bare feet. 

      "Our girls get plenty of fresh air during their Physical Culture classes," Neville remarked.

      I could see that. In fact, once I'd had a good look, I was almost certain that those girls had nothing on beneath their costumes. I could see the clear outlines of their youthful breasts, and several times I caught quick glimpses of bare bottoms. 	

      Neville seemed to read my thoughts. "Yes, they have nothing on beneath their costumes," he told me. "Our Physical Culture instructress, Miss Brandon, says chill air is good for young girls."

      As he spoke, I saw one of the girls, who was playing a game of ring toss, jump high to make a catch, and as she did, her costume flipped up and her pubic mound was revealed. I was surprised to see that her pussy was entirely smooth!

      "Do the Burnside students keep their bodies shaved?" I asked.