The Apprentice of Bredgeham, CH 4-6 - F/F

[Artistspectrum]

FOUR
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“Okay, Elizabeth. Your time is up” Said Grayson, interrupting Elizabeth from a series of morbid reflections—not just the recent bad behavior but a lifetime worth. “You have done well.”
I have.
The compliment sent a shiver up her spine. Elizabeth was pleased to have been complimented by a strong woman like her new principal. In fact she never wanted to disappoint the towering woman again and wondered how many trips over the principal’s knee it would take before that goal became a reality.
“You may rub your backside. At this point I would allow my girls to pull their panties back up, but those are inappropriate.”
The first part of her statement hung in the air like magic. Elizabeth dropped her hands instantly to massage her burning fanny. But as she rubbed her quivering bottom with both hands she realized that she was ashamed of herself. She was ashamed of the pink frilly panties that were crumpled around her shoes. And she felt despair over disappointing Principal Grayson.
“I want you to march right over here and throw those nasty little things in this trash.”
Elisabeth did as she was told and stood with her exposed pubic area a few inches in front of her new surrogate mother’s eyes. Although she felt as if she had been transported back in time ten years, she no longer felt ashamed or embarrassed. Those feelings were replaced with security—she felt…what?
Protected.
And it felt good.
Standing with her skirt up, exposed from her waist to her thigh highs before Grayson felt totally natural—she felt as though she belonged there.
“Turn around and fold your hands across your belly.”
Elizabeth did as commanded and felt Grayson’s strong hands inspect her sore bottom. Your bottom is bright red, but no damage has been done. There will be bruising, but nothing major. You cheeks will be sore for a couple of days especially when you sit down, but let it serve as a reminder of your experience here.”
I’ll never forget that spanking.
She felt Principal Grayson’s fingers invading her waistline again, but this time the intrusion was fast and when the woman was done, Elizabeth’s skirt fell into place just above her thighs. She felt a draft up her skirt, and excitement followed. She contemplated the possibility of being turned on by the spanking. Then she wondered if the effects were emotional in nature and if she just appreciated being disciplined so thoroughly by a motherly figure that cared for her.
After a moment she acknowledged the excitement was attributed to the latter. It was the bond they now shared—the love. Elizabeth had craved a caring hand and the discipline of a mother. She didn’t need a best friend. She had always needed a mother or an authority figure to keep her safe—keep her in line.
“You will not wear panties like that again unless they are for your husband years from now. Do you understand?”
Elizabeth wiped her nose and nodded.
“Good.” Grayson stood, smoothed out her dress and took her desk phone off the hook. “You may talk to your mother for five minutes in private before we get you situated. You handled your discipline like a big girl. Therefore I will allow you this privilege. You may sit in my chair, but be careful. Your bottom is tender.”
Like I need a reminder. Elizabeth thought but nodded acknowledgement.
“When I return I will escort you to your room and introduce you to Velma Harrison. She is going to be your roommate. Once the introduction is complete she will complete your orientation. She is newer to this place also and has been here for only six months. I have decided to pair you two for the duration of your stays. Any questions you have about your uniform, class schedule or protocol, you can ask her. From there you can ice your bottom if you wish.”
With that Grayson handed Elizabeth the receiver to the phone and exited the office.
Elizabeth plopped down in the chair and was reminded of her ordeal. Her bottom hurt something fierce. Even the friction of the cotton skirt under her bare skin burned. She folded her legs Indian style and proper herself up on the leather chair so that her backside didn’t touch down. After a moment she forgot about the pain and wiped her eyes. What am I going to say? Well, I’m not going to mention the spanking.
Deciding that she didn’t care, she dialed mom’s cell phone number and placed the receiver to her ear.
Her mother’s voice. “Hello. Liz.”
The mere sound of her mother’s sweet voice brought tears to her eyes and she began to choke. She couldn’t talk. She just cried and on the other end, she could hear her mother do the same.
“I know, baby!” was all her mom could say.

FIVE
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Elizabeth’s room was located in the drafty Danbury Quarter of the dormitory housing building, a rectangular structure of brick, mortar and fieldstone. The size of the old building was deceiving when viewed from the quad outside and to Elizabeth’s surprise her bedroom was much bigger than she expected as well. Thankfully, the bedroom was not damp or drafty like the main hallways and stairwells.
Two twin beds rested on opposite sides of the room, one bed was made and the other sat bare with blankets, sheets and a pillow folded atop it. The far wall was covered with posters and had a section cluttered with pinned up test scores. The other side, likely Elizabeth’s, was barren save for a thin layer of blue paint, desperately craving a woman’s touch. A door emblazoned with the Bredgeham Crest was cracked at the end of a short hallway revealing a standup shower.
Two desks were connected back to back under a large stained glass window, each equipped with a computer and cozy chair. In the chair that backed up to the lived in side of the room sat a petite girl whose brown hair cascaded over her compact shoulders and framed a very sexy face. Her lips were full without the aid of makeup. Her deep brown eyes smiled at them as they entered.
“Velma. Thank you for waiting for us.”
“No problem, Principal Grayson.” The girl stood from her chair, smiled and swept across the floor to Elizabeth’s side. She instantly wrapped her arm around her and made eye contact with Grayson. “It is the least I could do for my new roomie.”
“Indeed.” Grayson smiled. “Velma Harrison,” Grayson eyed each of them. “I would like you to meet Elizabeth Hampton.”
“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.”
“Likewise.”
Velma turned her smile from Elizabeth back to Grayson. “No problem Principal Grayson. We will be fine.”
“What time are classes for you tomorrow?”
Velma removed her arm, circled her desk and looked at the schedule centered on her computer screen. “We have Spanish at 8:00 am, Ma’am.”
“Very well. Give Elizabeth a tour of the campus, go over laundry times and answer any questions that she may have. If you don’t know the answer, refer to Sarah Barrett. Tomorrow will be a big day for her. Make sure that she is in bed asleep well before final bed check.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Grayson turned her attention to Elizabeth. “Why don’t you grab a proper undergarment from your drawer right now?”
Elizabeth swallowed hard and although she was embarrassed beyond words, did not want to disobey and find herself back over Grayson’s lap. As much as the experience was a good one, she didn’t want to repeat it until her bottom was healed—at least.
She felt her face flush, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Velma opened the top drawer of a night stand and said, “This is your panty drawer. Each drawer contents are the same campus wide—panties in the top drawer, socks in the middle, skirts in the bottom. But we will go over that.”
Elizabeth could not make eye contact with her roommate as she thanked her and felt like she would be shamed to death. Did Grayson have to do this in front of a complete stranger—one that she would be spending God knows how much time with.
My panties!! Elizabeth felt like a child. Still, she selected a pair of plain white underwear and pulled them on quickly, smoothing out her dress and ignoring the fire that echoed through her bottom when she pulled them up.
Goosebumps raised on her flesh.
She ignored the pain, feeling that too many eyes were watching her dawn the pair of panties and did not want to wince in front of the two ladies. The situation was already as embarrassing as it could be.
Elizabeth was reminded of her bottom’s sting and guessed that it would hurt fairly badly for awhile. She kind of liked the idea of going without panties until her bottom healed, but did not want to be caught out of uniform.
She closed the door.
“How is your bottom?” Grayson asked point blank.
Instinctively, Elizabeth rubbed her hindquarters. “Hurts.”
Grayson moved to the entrance. “Stay out of trouble young lady.” She said with a slight smile. “As Velma will attest the punishments will never be pleasant. Maybe you should ice your bottom before you visit the campus.” It was not a question.
With that the principal closed the door and Elizabeth let out a breath.
A few seconds passed.
Neither girl said anything to each other.
A few more seconds.
“Thank god that bitch is gone.”
Elizabeth couldn’t believe what she heard. Velma didn’t like Grayson? She would have agreed a few hours ago but after her experience it felt like her new roommate was trashing her mother.
“Huh! I think she is pretty cool.” Elizabeth defended her.
“Bullshit, Liz. She just beat you to the point that you can’t even pull up your draws without wincing. She is a monster.” The girl pointed to her bed. “Why don’t you lie on my bed so we don’t have to make yours? We don’t have a lot of time, kid. I’ll help you make yours tonight okay?”
“I appreciate your help, Velma. But why would I lay down on your bed?”
“Because we need to ice your ass, stupid.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Ugh! Trust me. You are not going to want to have the skin on your ass harden. You are likely all swollen if I know that bitch Grayson.”
Elizabeth didn’t care for the way this girl was talking about Grayson but knew that the ice would feel good. If Velma was okay with icing her backside, Elizabeth would keep quiet about the insults, but she would not play along or join in the bashing.
“Lay on your belly.”
Elizabeth did.
Velma flipped up her skirt.
“Oh my God.”
“What?” Elizabeth could feel the air brush against her bottom and it actually stung. Is it that bad?”
“Worse. That fat hog tattooed your poor little ass.”
Elizabeth couldn’t help but laugh. The way Velma said things in her high pitched voice was pretty funny.
“Pull them down. You are going to need direct ice. I’ll be right back.”
Elizabeth lowered her panties gingerly and stopped just above her knees. She felt exposed, stupid, vulnerable and childish as Velma vanished down the short hallway. But strangely her heart began to pulse and her blood began to race. As if a switch had been flipped, she was turned on again.
Did this mean that she liked girls too? Am I gay?
Elizabeth herd ice being cracked from trays and then dumped into a bag. Velma returned a few moments later and gasped. “Sweetie, your seat is deep purple and bruised. That was your first spanking?”
“Okay, stop staring at my ass and put ice on it please.”
“Sorry. I just feel bad. I didn’t get my first spanking until I had been here for a week and it was only a hand spanking by Ms. Connors. I was barely even red after. It was more than enough to teach me a lesson. You didn’t deserve this.”
Velma sat down beside her, placed the bag of ice square on the center of her bottom and rubbed Elizabeth’s back gently.
The cold instantly relieved the sting. “Aaaaah! The ice feels good.”
“It should.”
A comfortable silence descended on the girls as Velma iced Elizabeth and rubbed her back. Elizabeth could tell that her new roommate was sincere and assumed that someday she would be able to repay this kindness by doing the same for her. This seemed like the type of place where students were in constant jeopardy of being spanked.
Another ten minutes passed and Elizabeth had almost dozed off when Velma began to speak. “I hate this place and I hate that bitch Grayson. You haven’t even met Sarah Barrett yet.”
“Who is she?”
“The bitch Danbury Quarter regulator.”
“Is she staff?”
Velma laughed. “No she is the kiss ass, fat-rat-fink bitch that gets out of spankings by turning in her peers and watching this floor. She is like Grayson’s freaking house deputy. She is a bitch too. There are a lot of things I’ll have to teach you If you are to survive this place. We are going to have to stick together, Liz.”
Elizabeth was about to agree when the door burst open. An angry Principal Grayson filled the doorway with a chubby girl with pig-tails and a face cluttered with freckles standing in her shadow.
Elizabeth jumped up and pulled her panties up, her heart racing.
“I trust you enough to teach Elizabeth the ropes and this is how you repay me?”
Velma jumped up from the bed. Her eyes pinned on the fat girl that Elizabeth quickly pegged as Sarah Barrett.
Barrett smirked and turned up her nose but when Grayson whirred around, Barrett’s face was as stone as she spoke. “The new girl defended you, Principal Grayson. But Velma called us both pretty harsh names.”
“Is that a fact, Elizabeth?”
“Principal Grayson.” Elizabeth swallowed hard afraid that she would be spanked for sticking up for Velma, but in the moment not caring. “Velma has shown me kindness and said nothing about you, Ma’am.”
“You liar!” Sarah folded her arms and her jaw tightened. “They both need a good paddling.”
“Go to your room, Sarah.”
“But…”
“…Now.” Grayson demanded. “I will get to the bottom of this myself.”
“But they…..”
“Do you want to find yourself over my knee, Sarah?”
“No, Ma’am.” The girl said as she thumped away.
The principal stepped in and sealed the door behind her.

SIX
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“Both of you sit side by side on the bed.”
Grayson took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them she seemed calm and in control. She swept across the room, grabbed Velma’s desk chair and positioned herself before both girls. She looked them both over sternly for a few seconds. Then she said. “So, Velma. Tell me what happened?
“I don’t like Sarah, Principal Grayson.”
“Why?” Grayson growled. “She is a good girl.
“She lives to get us in trouble.”
“And so you thought it would be okay to show this sort of attitude to a new girl that you are in charge of bringing up to speed? This is not the Bredgeham way.”
Velma swallowed hard and downturned her head. “No Ma’am, it is not.”
Grayson took another long moment to appraise the girls then said, “Here is my conclusion. Velma you were being disrespectful behind my back. I think Sarah is telling the truth. If you admit this I will only spank you. Elizabeth will be punished also but not with a spanking. Now I want you to think about your answer because if you lie—you will both get punished right now and I will allow Sarah to witness it. My guess is that Elizabeth stuck up for me but when put in the middle she covered for you.” She shot a sharp gaze at Elizabeth who suddenly found her shoes very interesting.
Velma reached over and grabbed Elizabeth’s hand.
She squeezed.
Elizabeth could see tears forming in Velma’s eyes. “Yes Ma’am. You are right.”
“Good choice. Elizabeth I want you to take go stand with your nose in the corner. I want you to drop your panties to your ankles and fold your skirt into your waistband so that your bright red bottom will be on display. This is so that there will be equal parts punishment in this room and both will be on the same footing.”
Elizabeth downturned her head and in a whisper said, “Principal Grayson. I thought you said I would never be punished in front of others.”
Grayson nodded slightly. “That was only partially true. When the offence is gossip both students will be punished immediately and simultaneously. Do you understand?”
Elizabeth nodded.
“Good. Your punishment will be you hearing the cries of your new friend as she is being disciplined. And let this be a lesson to both of you. Gossip is poison.”
Elizabeth released the firm grip of Velma and silently slipped away. She approached the corner and stopped when her nose was in it. She slipped her panties down and allowed them to slide down her legs. The feeling of the cotton sliding down her thigh highs sent a shockwave through her and continued long after they crumpled around her shoes. She flipped her skirt up and did what she was told.
Velma offered no resistance as Grayson guided her across her sturdy lap. Elizabeth’s new roommate’s skirt was flipped up and her blue panties yanked down to her knees very quickly.
“Now do you know why you are being spanked, Velma?” Grayson asked.
Instantly Elizabeth felt flushed and her heart drummed in her chest. She wanted to pleasure herself in the worst possible way. This wasn’t right. Her new friend—her new female friend being spanked was not supposed to be a turn on.

But it was!
From her angle, Elizabeth could see the entire event framed in the lengthwise mirror that hung on the entrance door. All it required on her part was directing her eyes toward it. Elizabeth hadn’t even noticed the mirror when she had observed the room. But now she did and she couldn’t keep her eyes off the hanging reflection and the perfect round posterior cheeks of her roommate hanging like a helpless target in the principal’s crosshairs.
“Yes, Ma’am I do.”
Elizabeth could barely hear over the sound of her drumming heart.
“Why?”
Grayson focused her eyes on Velma and Elizabeth took a chance. She very slowly slipped her hand between her legs. Mmmm!
“Because I broke the rules.”
“That’s right. But how?”
Elizabeth felt humiliated for her friend. And still she couldn’t help herself. Sweat began to bead on her forehead and she anticipated witnessing the punishment with an excitement and thrill that she never felt before. Maybe I should act up so we can be spanked together.
The idea itself almost brought her to climax, but she was unsure she could handle another spanking with her bottom in the tender state it was.
What is happening to me? I’m gay and I am hot for my roommate.
Still just knowing that if she got caught looking she would be spanked sent a naughty thrill straight up her spine.
“I am being spanked because I gossiped, Ma’am.”
“Do proper young ladies gossip?”
“No, Ma’am.”
“Good. Do you believe that you earned this spanking?”
Elizabeth’s face flushed and her heartbeat drummed in her ears. She was going to get caught. Sweat began to drip down her thighs and her bottom began to quiver. She wanted to make noise.
“I have earned this spanking, Ma’am.”
“Yes you have. Now set a good example for Elizabeth. Show her how a big girl takes her spanking.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
A slap echoed through the room so loudly that Elizabeth felt it inside of herself.
“Ouch.”
A rain of spanks began to fall. Just like in Elizabeth’s case not so long ago, left, right and middle over and over.
As Velma’s bottom darkened to a new shade of red, Principal Grayson continued to teach her lesson. “Are….” Spank.
“Ouch!”
“You…”
“Oooooch.”
“Going…”
“Aaaaah.”
“To stop…”
“Ooooowww!”
“Gossiping?”
“Yes!!!!! Please stop!!! I am sorry, Ma’am.”
“No this has just begun.”
After more than ten minutes of continuous spanking, Grayson paused. She fished over the side of the bed and found what she was looking for—a big wooden hairbrush. “Where is this supposed to be?”
It was difficult to tell but it sounded as if Velma had began to cry. After a few heartbeats, it was obvious that the girl was not only crying but sobbing.
Grayson massaged her back. “Where is this supposed to be?”
“B….B….Bathroom.”
“Right. I was only going to give you ten swats with my hairbrush, but I am now going to give you fifteen with your own for being a slob. Count them out.”
Her arm rose.
Elizabeth’s passion reached a crescendo and her entire body began to quiver. She couldn’t hold it back.
Spank!
“One! Oooowww!
Elizabeth climaxed somewhere between five and thirteen. She didn’t even realize that her roommates spanking had ended until she opened her eyes and saw the reflection of Grayson coddling Velma who now sat bare bottomed on the principal’s giant lap in a big embrace.
“Elizabeth Hampton.”
Her heart stopped. “Yes Ma’am.”
“Straighten your posture. We do not slouch during corner time.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Relief.
She had gotten away with masturbating in front of both spanker and spankee.
As she straightened up and gathering herself up, she was more confused than ever. There was so much about herself that she needed to discover and she couldn’t tell if she was excited or terrified. One thing was for sure, spanking had stirred something within Elizabeth and it wasn’t all a mother, daughter security thing. Of course she identified that was part of it. But there was a lot more too. It turned her on intensely. She had never been so excited or satisfied.
The stinging sensation that stretched across her seat reminded her again of the incident not so long ago.
She sighed.

[Unclespankrr]

Yes room mates. bet they both send a lot of time over the principal knee in 789 but from the other teachers as well in private after class

John

Hope to here more real soon

[evaotk]

Awesome. I love your characters and hope to see Sarah humbled.

I loved Elizabeth's reaction to her roomate's spanking and would love to see the two girls become romantically involved.

Eva

[calliope_1]

I can see punishment for language and for rudeness toward the head (even if the head wasn't being dissed to her face, so it wasn't so bad). Gossip? Maybe in ref to her opinion of Sarah, but again- she was imparting information that the new girl would need to keep out of trouble.
As to Sarah! Evesdropping, tattling and being a nsty little sneak, as well as presuming to tell the headmistress what should be done to the girls- THAT girl needs a REAL thrashing! If she isn't brought in line the only thing she will learn from the school is that being a weasely little sneak is profitable. And goodness knows, we have enough people in government as it is!

[ct_switch]

WOW!!! I just came in in the middle of the story. I can't wait to go back and find the earlier episodes! This is very hot, great writing and very erotic!

Please keep up the good work!

Dave

[Daddy03]

I thought this one was just as good as the first chapters. I really can't wait to read more. Keep it up.

[DisciplinaryArtSpanks]

Sarah the tattler has got to get the wooden paddle, panties down and next!

Please this is so enjoyable and a treasure to read!!

[daddysgirl857]

Excellent stories....reminds me of my day back in school. Will there be more chapters?

Esme