Chapter 4

In Which an Unexpected Revenge is Taken.

 

 

Throughout her time at college, Susanna had been something of a teacher’s pet. She had kept the rules carefully and had almost entirely avoided punishment. Elaine was the opposite; smoking, drinking and doing just about everything else that a well-mannered young lady was not supposed to. On the very last day of Susanna’s final term, she had caught Elaine skipping chapel and had ordered her to her study after lunch. Elaine fully expected a spanking and didn’t care a fig. Skirt up, knickers down, six smacks of the hand and that would be it. Having her bottom bared was nothing when she went naked in the showers every day, and Susanna couldn’t spank hard enough to hurt her and wasn’t allowed to cane in any case.

What she hadn’t taken into account was Susanna’s attitude to her, that and the date. At eighteen, Elaine was fully aware of her body and, though still a virgin, was not above flirting with those males she found attractive and snubbing those she didn’t as haughtily as any grand dame. In the former category she put Susanna’s elder brother, who came to the school from time to time, and in the later the cantankerous old caretaker whose job it was on that particular day to check that all the rooms were free of litter and perishable goods. To Susanna, Elaine was simply been an unruly junior, to be punished in accordance with the rules in whatever way those rules set out.

Elaine had entered Susanna’s study without bothering to knock, kicked the door shut behind her and bent casually over a chair so with her bum stuck impudently up in the air to show her indifference. Susanna had got to her feet with a sigh and was just lifting Elaine’s skirt up to expose her knickers when a loud knock sounded at the door. Susanna had tucked the other girl’s skirt up and answered the door. Elaine heard a masculine voice behind her and immediately made to rise, only to have Susanna push her back over the chair.

“Hey!” she protested.

“Stay where you are,” Susanna ordered, “you haven’t been punished yet. Sorry, Mark, I’ve just got this punishment to give and I’ll be with you.”

Elaine realised that it was Susanna’s brother who had come in, and to whom she was showing off her panties, and once more made to rise.

“Elaine!” Susanna snapped, totally unconcerned at the girl’s immodest position. “Stay still or I’ll get Mark to hold your arms. You normally take it very well, what’s the matter? ”

“You can’t spank me in front of him!” Elaine replied angrily.

“Why not?” Susanna asked. “I know it’s shameful, but I’m leaving in half-an-hour and so it’s got to be done now.”

“But. . .”

“If you didn’t want to be spanked you shouldn’t have been misbehaving. Now let’s have those knickers down.”

“No!”

Despite her protests, Elaine had her pants hauled down, leaving her very round, very feminine bottom stark naked to Mark’s amused gaze.

“Right, spanking time,” Susanna said, patting the other girl’s bottom. “Six for missing chapel and six because I know full well that you were smoking. Oh, and I’ll be using a hair brush, just as it’s my last chance. Lift your bum.”

The hairbrush landed with a meaty smack across Elaine’s bum, making it bounce and quiver. It hurt far more than a hand did, making her squeak with surprise and pain. Just then another knock sounded at the door and a disreputable looking man in threadbare tweeds had pushed his way into the room without waiting for an answer and leaving the door wide open.

“What is it, Perkins? ” Susanna asked testily. “Stay were you are Elaine, for goodness sake, the fuss you make over a bare bottom! “

“Bins, Miss,” Perkins replied, ignoring the schoolgirl’s naked rump. “You got any perishables in them cupboards?”

“No I haven’t.”

“Got to check them anyhow.”

“Oh all right, but wait until I’ve finished punishing Johnston.”

Perkins went to stand by the door, muttering about people who made his job harder. Susanna went back to her task of spanking Elaine, ignoring the fact that now not only Mark and the caretaker could see the girl’s naked backside wobbling and bouncing under the slaps but also anybody who happened to be passing the door. It was done slowly, with a long pause between each smack for Elaine to contemplate the indignity of her position. Some of Susanna’s slaps made Elaine’s bottom cheeks part, giving brief glimpses of her pussy and bum hole to other girls, teachers, parents, relatives and anyone else who passed and so soon not a single detail of her lower anatomy remained private. Elaine made a terrible fuss, kicking and squealing with each stinging slap. By the time Susanna had finished with her, her whole bottom was a throbbing pink and she lay with her legs apart, no longer caring that her position left cunt and anus visible. The very worst thing was that Perkins, instead of being properly awed by the sight of her naked eighteen year-old posterior being spanked, had hardly bothered to glance at her. Even when she had been finished with and lay sobbing and pink bottomed over the chair while Susanna counted off the mandatory ten seconds before she could get up, he had merely grumbled that he wished they’d get on with it.

Elaine had pulled her knickers up and run from the room in tears, thoroughly chastened.

 

When she peered in at the algae stained window of the hut and saw Susanna and Jeremy with the cart, her first feeling was of amazement, then delight. The situation was a perfect opportunity for revenge and Elaine had no intention of passing it up. As soon as the cart disappeared from view, she set off at a run, making first for her study to collect one or two essentials and then for the gate outside the Old Vicarage through which she knew Susanna would have to pass. She had heard enough of the conversation between Susanna and Jeremy to know that she was in a strong blackmailing position.

There was no sign of the cart when she got to the gate, and for a moment Elaine thought she might have missed it. No sooner had she caught her breath though when Susanna appeared around the corner. Elaine clicked the padlock she had fetched into place on the bolt that secured the gate and climbed on top of it, smacking a long handled hairbrush meditatively against her hand as she watched the cart approach. The lane was bordered by thick hazel scrub and deep ditches, with only one of the vicarage windows visible, a perfect location for what she had in mind.

Susanna saw a girl sitting on the gate and immediately felt the blood rise to her cheeks. When she recognised Elaine her blushes intensified.

“Hello, Johnston, err. . . Elaine,” she stammered. “Please could you open the gate for us?”

“Certainly,” Elaine replied, jumping down from her perch and showing Susanna the padlock key in her hand, “but not until you and I have settled a little score. I take it this is your husband? ”

“Hi,” Jeremy put in nervously, “we’re really in a bit of a hurry. I don’t suppose you saw a horse box down the road? ”

“Pulled by a green Range Rover? Yes, it’s outside the science labs. Look, I can’t imagine what you’re doing, but someone may come along any minute, so I won’t beat around the bush. Do you remember your last day at college, Susanna? ”

Susanna nodded, looking puzzled.

“Do you remember spanking me?”

“Yes, but I often had to spank you. You must admit you deserved it.”

“In front of your brother and that awful man Perkins?”

“It wasn’t my fault they turned up while. . . Oh no, Elaine, you wouldn’t, oh come on, it was my duty, I was a prefect! ”

Elaine stood, tapping the hairbrush gently against her palm, enjoying every second of Susanna’s discomfort.

“It’s your choice Susanna. There’s no way you can get through this gate while you’re both padlocked to the cart and if you go back I’ll have half the school in the quad by the time you get there, including most of the mistresses. Well? ”

“Come, come Elaine,” Jeremy tried. “Why not let bygones be bygones?”

“Shut up or it’ll be you too.”

“Oh golly!”

Elaine continued to look questioningly at Susanna.

“You’re being unreasonable, Elaine,” Susanna spoke up. “You know I only ever spanked you when it was necessary, and you’re just being petty!”

“Necessary? ” Elaine echoed, her temper rising. “In front of your brother? In front of old Perkins!? That was not fair! ”

“It was a punishment, that’s all,” Susanna insisted, but glanced back towards the college buildings before she went on. “It had to be done, for your own good! But. . . but look, you can beat me if it makes you feel better, only please make it quick! ”

“I knew you’d see sense,” Elaine replied, now smirking once more as she stepped forward to undo Susanna’s skirt. “This can come off I think.”

Elaine was smiling as she stripped away Susanna’s skirt and took hold of the reins to pull her into a kneeling position. Her bottom cheeks looked very prominent in the tight white panties.

“Hmm. . .” Elaine mused as if to herself. “Shall I take her knickers down. Yes, I think I shall, after all, she wouldn’t let me keep mine up would she? No, she made sure everybody could see right between my legs. Pity old Perkins isn’t here to admire your fanny isn’t it Susanna?”

Susanna felt Elaine take hold of her knickers and peel them slowly down off her bum, leaving them in a tangle around her thighs. She was blushing furiously and tensing herself for the coming pain of her spanking.

“You’re all sweaty,” Elaine remarked, then turned to Jeremy. “Now I’m going to turn your wife’s bum all pink. Can you see enough? Perhaps you’d like me to pull her bum-cheeks open so you can see her hole? ”

“Elaine!” Susanna protested as the other girl’s hands stretched her bottom apart.

“I say, really!” Jeremy added weakly.

“Furry isn’t she? ” Elaine remarked as she picked up the hairbrush. “Well, here goes.”

Susanna winced as the back of the brush smacked hard across her seat, then again as Elaine began to beat her rhythmically. Twelve hard smacks landed, each drawing a squeak of protest from Susanna, who would squirm away as each smack hit, then return her bum to the required spanking position while Elaine waited to administer the next stroke.

“Stop!” Susanna squealed as the thirteenth stroke landed. “That’s all I gave you! Ow! Stop! Ow! Please Elaine! Ow! Elaine! ”

Elaine reached twenty-four and then stopped and stepped back to admire Susanna’s bottom, which was bright pink and covered with darker blotches. Susanna was breathing heavily and trembling, but made no move to try and cover her bottom, knowing that to do so would probably only gain her more smacks.

“That looks hot,” Elaine remarked, “I know just the thing.”

Susanna and Jeremy watched in puzzlement as Elaine walked over to one of the deep ditches at either side of the track, only realising her intention when she stood up with a double handful of thick, brown-green sludge from the bottom of the half-dry ditch.

“No!” Susanna begged, only to have her panties filled with the filthy mud and pulled back up so that it oozed up the slit of her vagina and between her buttocks. She stood up, the mud squelching disgustingly in her knickers. It felt loathsome, but she had to admit that it was cool and lessened the pain of her spanking.

“How about my skirt? ” she pleaded.

“No chance,” Elaine replied as she twisted the key in the padlock and swung the gate open.

“Bye, I hope your bottom gets better soon.”

Elaine blew a cheeky kiss as Susanna started forward, getting a filthy look in return.

 The Reverend Nathaniel Wallace had been making a solitary lunch of cold pie and greens when he was disturbed by peculiar noises from outside. First he heard voices raised in heated conversation, then curious smacking sounds mingled with cries and protests. He rose to investigate. The sight that met his eyes as he looked from his dining room window made him choke on his mouthful of pie. In the lane outside his garden were two people, an ordinary looking young man seated in a curious little cart, and a girl, kneeling between the shafts and dressed in a loose white shirt and white knickers, only the knickers were around her thighs and the area of her bottom that was visible to him was distinctly pink. At that moment another girl appeared, holding a double handful of gelatinous muck from the ditch. Having finished coughing, he watched open mouthed as the muck was deposited into the first girl’s knickers and they were pulled up over her buttocks.

“Disgusting!” he muttered as the greenish-brown goo squeezed out either side of the girl’s knicker elastic. A moment later he was striding for the front door, determined to put a stop to the obscene behaviour, but the time he emerged into the garden the couple with the cart were already through the gate.

“You there!” he called. “Stop immediately! ”

They looked at him and the girl screamed and quicken her pace. He hastened into the lane and caught hold of one of the complex leather straps that held her into the cart.

“I said stop!” he repeated. How dare you behave like this? I shall report you to the proper authorities immediately! ”

“Oh dear,” Jeremy said miserably. Susanna’s foot lashed out to connect smartly with the Reverend Wallace’s shin, but he didn’t let go of her reins.

“Assaulting a man of the cloth!” he exclaimed, jerking the reins out of Jeremy’s hands and retreating out of range of Susanna’s legs. “I shall see justice for this, by God I will! ”

Susanna wrenched at the reins, but to no avail, the Reverend Wallace was a big, thick set man and known for his obduracy, both physical and mental.

“I’ve got you now!” he declared, sensing her despair. “Right will prevail! ”

Susanna looked into his eyes, hoping to find some pity but they only showed triumph and righteous indignation, then suddenly nothing as an iron boot scrapper connected with the back of his skull. The Reverend Wallace slumped to the ground, stunned, to reveal Elaine standing with the boot scrapper in her hand and a smirk of utter delight on her face.

“Quits? ” she asked, extending a hand to each of them.

Jeremy hesitated, glancing at his wife, but Susanna smiled and took Elaine’s hand. He followed suit, knowing that Susanna didn’t incline to bear grudges and probably felt that she had at least half deserved her spanking from Elaine in any case. In fact it was Elaine’s vengeful nature that had caused her sudden shift in attitude. The Reverend Wallace made a point of reporting even the most trivial incidents of misbehaviour among the girls and had long been a thorn in her side. She also desperately wanted to know what the rather proper, sensible Susanna was doing hitched to a miniature pony-cart.

“I’ll scout ahead,” she volunteered, handing back Susanna’s skirt, “but you must tell me what’s going on.”

They waited long enough to check that the Reverend Wallace was not seriously injured and then made a hasty exit when he sat up with a groan. With Elaine to help and with Susanna at least vaguely decent despite being plastered in mud and sweat, they made the horse-box without too much embarrassment. Sir Osmond was in the Range Rover, smoking a cigar and looking at a large, silver cased stop-watch.

“Not a bad time,” he remarked as she drew level, “especially as I see you’ve had one or two little adventures.”

“Bastard!” she managed, turning the cart to ascend the ramp.

“Temper, temper,” he replied. “I say, you with the red hair. Would you be so good as to shut the tailgate? Thanks.”

Susanna sank to her knees in exhaustion, the mud squelching in her knickers as her bottom came to rest on the straw strewn floor of the horse-box. She knelt, panting hard, as the tail-gate blocked them from view and rendered her safe from any more humiliating exposure.

Sir Osmond let the clutch in as Elaine slipped the last catch into place. She stood watching the horse-box depart regretfully. Life in the outside world was clearly so much more exciting than college. On the other hand, a day that involved spanking Susanna and braining the Reverend Wallace would not be forgotten in a hurry.