Enjoy part two of ‘The Reformatory’, by Annika and Lyndsy! Much more to come from these two talented authors…
The Reformatory part II
”Are you ok Lyndsy??” I asked. She turned and looked at me with the biggest smile on her face ever.
“Oh man!!! When does it stop hurting??” she asked as she rubbed her bottom. ”Well, I will tell you when I know myself!”, I replied. “Hey, I thought this wasn’t your first spanking?”….”It wasn’t, but I have never EVER got a spanking like this one was!” I looked right at her, “Soooo? Are you still on probation??” She laughed and replied, “Nope!! Hey, we aren’t grounded, let’s kick this place and go out!!”
She was right. We were free to leave the house at almost any time. Of course we had to be back at dinnertime for the most part, and definitely for the night, but besides that we were responsible for our own time management. All of us had jobs which usually occupied our time during the day, so we usually weren’t home until dinner.
When Lyndsy and I were not together we used technology to keep in touch. We chatted a lot during the daytime, which made it very difficult for me to focus on work. Mostly we taunted and dared each other to do different things or say different things towards many different situations, like work mates, or others who annoyed us, but more often than not it was in regards to handling things at the reformatory. Because of that, the conversations during dinner sometimes took some strange turns as we deliberately interposed comments that we had mentioned previously and privately to each other, and this would trigger some kind of reaction from one of us.
Lyndsy looked at me first with that little dare in her eyes, then said to Ms. Kane, “Do you like to sing Ms. Kane??”….”Yes Lyndsy. Actually I do. But not in public though.” Lyndsy started to giggle, and looked back to me, ”Maybe you should sing your new song to her, Amy?” I kicked Lyndsy under the table as hard as I could. ”Yeowww!” was her vocal reaction, although it was a little put on. Ms. Kane looked at Lyndsy with curious eyes, then at me with more of a frown. Right then the phone rang in her office so she excused herself and went out to answer it.
“What the heck are you two doing??” Kevin asked us as soon as she left the room. ”What do you mean?” I answered as Lyndsy said at the same time, “We just asked her a question! Why is that a problem?”
“The only thing you are asking for is a sound spanking! The two of you have been talking in round about ways pretty much since you arrived here. I’m just telling you to rethink your strategy a little better.” ”What strategy? We are not trying to get into trouble with it.” I innocently replied. ”Yeah that’s what I tell myself too” Lori pointed out. ”Just remember one VERY important thing!!! Ms. Kane never forgets anything! And I mean NEVER!”
Ms. Kane entered the dining room and we all focused on our eating again.
As Ms. Kane sat down she asked, “Amy, do you write songs??” Lyndsy almost choked on her bite of food. ”No, Ms. Kane. I just like music.” Ms. Kane continued, ”Me too. I really enjoy a good song. And I guess you didn’t know that I like to dance as well?” Lyndsy stood up literally choking this time, *Cough* *cough* *cough* “I’m sorry. I have to be excused” and with that she ran off. So there I was, not knowing what to do next, and left there by myself to try to continue with dinner without coughing any up myself! I was really hoping, but pretty much knew Ms. Kane could probably see that I was struggling. I mean, severely struggling. As the moments slowly went by, my eyes started to water, and my stomach tensed up so tight because I was trying to hold it together without cracking up uncontrollably! It’s got to be the hardest thing to do when you feel you need to be serious!!! And it’s not that we had any problems with the fact that Ms. Kane liked to sing and dance, it’s just that me and Lyndsy had been texting about it earlier. We were just saying something like, ‘Let’s sing a song! That can’t be wrong!’ And I think Lyndsy’ reply was, ‘Let’s not, and say we did.’ And then I suggested we could even invite Ms. Kane to sing along with us. To which we both agreed it should be something that wouldn’t get us into any kind of trouble whatsoever.
All this was going through my head, in my own little world, when Ms. Kane pipes up, “Is something wrong Amy? You seem a little distracted or maybe not feeling well?” Lori blurts kind of sassily, ”Yeah, maybe you should go to Ms. Kane’s office and take a nap on her couch!” “I’m fine, really. And I think I’ll just take a nap in my bed. Thanks so much for your concern though Lori.” Kevin turned his head towards me, hiding his face with his right hand so that Ms. Kane couldn’t see his lips moving. Without a word he said, ‘You two are so doomed!’ I smiled back at him sending him a look that could be easily translated into something such as, ‘You think?!’
He was right – we were doomed. There was little doubt about that. But we had no idea when Ms. Kane would actually react or how. Of course there was the weekly session to always “look forward” to, but after she announced that we were finished with the probationary period, or “the second chance” period, she could pursue a punishment at any given time. I felt like I was swimming in a very deep ocean, no life jacket, no seeing a safe place nearby to swim to, and having these swarming sharks pressing in all around me. I had no idea how to get out of this situation now. And even without trying, I just seemed to fall deeper into “the abyss”.
Ms. Kane didn’t react that night. Lyndsy’ thoughts were we really were not that bad, and that technically, we were “cute” about it all and how we were handling this bratty side that we both let emerge. Not to mention how we fed off each others natural ability to connect in this way. I wasn’t that sure Ms. Kane would see it that way, but I definitely couldn’t deny that we were having a lot of fun!! And even in moments when we didn’t know how she would react, Ms. Kane couldn’t help but smile at our tendencies at times!!!
The next day was fairly normal to us. We carried on in our texting as per usual. This time we had been chatting about inviting Ms. Kane to a Karaoke bar with us, so that she could show us publicly how she was able to both sing and dance. We had our giggles and laughs. I had to stifle myself at work so many times, because Lyndsy kept cracking me up, and my co-workers wanted to know what I was laughing at!!! I couldn’t DARE tell them where I was staying or what happened to us in the reformatory!!!
We got through our day, none the less affected by our connection. Dinnertime however, had a little different twist to it than usual.
At some point while we were munching down with casual conversation over dinner, Ms. Kane stood up, walked over to us, and put a phone directly in front of me, and one directly in front of Lyndsy. At least it kind of looked like a phone. Our noses and cheeks scrunched up on one side as we looked at each other, because what she placed in front of us was definitely not a smart phone in ANY way!!! My guess was that they probably wouldn’t even recognize the cell phone signal never mind place a call!!
Ms. Kane was slow in her actions, and she was very calm. After setting the phones down, she reached her hands towards us, one in front of me, one in front of Lyndsy, with her palms facing up. “Phones please.” was her remark. I looked at the phones on the table and considered taking one of them and placing it back in her hand, and a big smile came across my face! I thought I was hiding it, but immediately Ms. Kane voiced, “I don’t mean those phones sweetheart. I mean your smartphones.” Lyndsy kicked me again. As a matter of fact, I had more bruises from her kicking then after the spanking I had received that last Sunday. I abided by the calm demand. Then she looked at Lyndsy. “Same for you missy!” Once she had our phones, OUR PHONES, she went back to her seat and started back at dinner like nothing had just happened.
Personally, I don’t delete messages. I felt my phone was my personal possession forever, so I didn’t worry about it. Lyndsy never either, because she knew that if she was accused of something, she could scroll back and double check if that was the case, or if something was misinterpreted, to get her out of a situation. Sad thing is, Ms. Kane knew how to get inside our message logs. I swallowed hard and whispered to Lyndsy, ”This is not good.” “Yeah. Tell me about it. I think I need to make a run to find JD!!!” ”Good!” I replied. “That means JD will be pointed at, and not me!!”
“Seems it’s not us who are in trouble for once!” Lori said to Kevin. ”Yes! Since they moved in, I actually think we have been behaving very well!” Kevin replied with a corny twisted tone to his voice.
We had to sit there, all of us, as Ms. Kane was reading our phone messages me and Lyndsy sent to each other. We tried to swallow our dinner, but each bite had a really hard time to get past our throat. She would look up once in a while and just looked from me or Lyndsy to the other, with a slight smirk that neither of us knew how to take, making sure we got her eye contact, and then lowered her head to continue reading.
I certainly started to feel the heat built up inside of me! My cheeks felt as if they had been sunburned, and my mouth got very dry. Literally I had to swallow each little bite with a gulp of water.
Ms. Kane looked at us again. Each moment seemed like minutes! She didn’t say a word, which was the scariest part of it all! We couldn’t even hold the eye contact for a second, so we both just looked at our food and tried to refocus. She stood up and left the kitchen, and both of our jaws stopped. Our eyes followed her without looking directly at her.
“Awww, are you nervous girls? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?” Kevin laughed sarcastically, but controlled it at the moment Ms. Kane returned to the dining room. ”Lori, Kevin, I want you two to either go upstairs or you can leave the house. It’s up to you.” Both of them chose to leave the house, but before exiting, Lori managed to whisper to us, ”I want details later! Oh, and good luck!”
As soon as the two left the dining room Ms. Kane started up, “Well, it is going to take me some time to get through all of these messages you two have collaborated together the past few days. You both get this place cleaned up, and I will be in my office reading!! When you are done, you decide who will come in to see me first.” With that she turned and walked away.
We both looked at each other. ”I guess you’re thrilled you have a sitting job hey Amy?!” Lyndsy quietly said, but with a loud giggle. ”Well, I am relieved that I can raise my desk, so I can also stand up while working!“ I replied with a big sigh.
We started to clean up, and because we are smart, we didn’t hurry at all. The plates have never been as clean as the day they were bought! And we just happened to find all these unkempt spots all over the kitchen that just so happened to need cleaning! But, in reality, this only delayed the punishment by a mere few minutes. It did not remove it.
“I’m the youngest, so you should take responsibility and go first” I piped up. Lyndsy laughed, “Oh my dear Amy, it’s exactly why you should go first, because you are the youngest! There are better chances for you to learn from a spanking at your age, so really, honestly, I believe it in your best interests that you go first.” “I was first the last time Lyndsy!!”….”That is true, but…. Oh, what the heck. I’m a fair person. Lets flip a coin.” I liked the idea actually, ”Fine! Heads or tails?” ”Tails!” Lyndsy chose as I threw the coin in the air and let it drop to the floor. It seemed like it never wanted to stop spinning, and as we watched in anticipation, it stopped with the heads up!!! Sigh…..”Fine….. I will go first.” ”Feel free to take some of my spanking as well!” she said with a blink and a sassy smirk!
I slowly walked down the hall and knocked at Ms. Kane’s office door. “Come in.” I carefully stepped inside. Ms. Kane was sitting in the same spot as the last time I was before her – behind her desk. Laying directly in front of her she had our phones displayed neatly, and along side of them a brown leather belt. My insides were restless and it came out through my hands. They went from scratching my arms, to my head, to my hair until I managed to cross my arms at which I was hoping would prevent them from moving anywhere else. Then, I got a shiver as I wondered if Ms. Kane thought maybe my posture might indicate that I’m not open to receive any kind of lecture. But then again, my facial expression had to of indicated that I was very aware of her attentiveness, and very open to pay attention to everything she was going to tell me!…. And do to me!
“So young lady, I must admit, this has been somewhat of an interesting read” she said as she continued to keep my eye contact. “Sit down.” I slumped with my arms still crossed. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice your little innuendo’s that you and Lyndsy have going on?” ”Umm, no ma’am.” ”Oh. So you did want me to find out. Interesting.” ”Well, I guess I assumed you would clue in sooner or later” I shyly added. ”Amy, I can barely hear you. Speak up please. You had the courage enough to write all of this to Lyndsy, so have the courage to say it to me as well.” “Yes ma’am” I barely fumbled out.
”You and Lyndsy have really hit it off, and seem to be on the same page with your little bratty ideas and instigating.” ”Yes. We did actually click right away.” ”Do you two think of me as just a joke around here?” My eyes got big, ”No, no, no. I swear! I would never even consider that ma’am. We would never talk or, or write that much, about you if, if we didn’t see you as someone, umm, someone important enough to spend our time and, and attention with.” I tragically fumbled for words. ”Relax Amy. I know that. I just noticed that the two of you like to get carried away with the giggling and sarcasm and jokes between the two of you.”
She paused for a moment, but it seemed like eternity. “Maybe you won’t be laughing so often when I’m done with you.” ”Umm, probably not ma’am” I tried to answer respectively. ”Well, I suppose you’ve noticed that I have found my old belt, and I won’t lie to you, this little piece of leather is going to hurt. A lot! That little child inside of you has been coming out of it’s shell a little too much now, and that means it’s you, the adult you, that will have to face the consequences.” ”Yes ma’am. I understand” I said trying to convince myself.
“Good answer. Now get those pants off. Oh, and since you haven’t tasted the belt yet, I will be kind enough to give you a warm up. However, it will have to be on your bare bottom.”
I stood up slowly, uncrossed my arms finally, undid and dropped my pants and slowly went over to her. The adrenaline was racing intensely inside of me, which made my whole body quiver. She took me by my hand, looked directly into my eyes and then slowly guided me over her lap without losing a moment of eye contact. I shook my head. ”Why are you shaking you head” she asked? ”Because… because I am so stupid!” ”Oh Amy, you are not stupid. You are a little brat, but you are not stupid” she said as she continued to lower me over her lap. Then she started the smacking. You definitely could call it a warm up, because my bottom certainly was burning very quick.
First the rhythm was slow, but turned into a faster rhythm after 10 strokes or so. She kept going for quite some time until I finally began to moan. She rubbed my bottom for a minute. ”I wonder how you will respond to the belt now little missy. You are basically unaffected so far. Stand up.” I stood up without a pause and rubbed my bottom. It was burning and literally sore already. I looked up at her with big puppy sad eyes, and she smartly smiled back at me. “Amy, don’t look at me that way. It won’t get you out of trouble no matter how cute you may try to be, and it definitely won’t prevent the rest of this punishment.” She paused and then pointed towards her desk. “Go over there and bend over it.”
I gulped, hesitated momentarily as I considered what to say in defense, and then just did what she told me to.
Again she gently rubbed my bottom, as if she was trying to find the right spot to hit, and then spoke as she continued, ”There was something I couldn’t quite understand from your messages. That song you were thinking of the other night, I’d really like to hear it.” I couldn’t help but let out a little giggle. ”I’m sorry. Honest, I am not laughing at you Ms. Kane. But I, I… I just can’t sing it to you.” And the first stinging hit landed square on my bottom. “Owww!!” I halfway moaned and laughed, which only made the belt hit my bottom again, and again. Then she stopped. ”I’m still waiting to hear that song.” I had to contest now, ”But it’s, it’s really not my song. Or, ah, it’s not intended for me.” ”I don’t care who it’s intended for. I still want to hear it.”
The belt swung again as she finished talking. “Oww, please, no ma’am.” I still halfway moaned and laughed, not that it didn’t hurt, but because she was playing with my mind. Inside that head of mine I was singing EXACTLY that song, and no, it wasn’t intended for me! I was not even close to being the person who should sing that song in front of Ms. Kane. I didn’t even know if the right one dared. ”I will spank you with this belt until you start singing that song Amy.”
So…. I started to sing…… “I’m bulletproof. Nothing to lose” ….SMACK…. ”Oww! Fire away. Fire away. Ricochet. You take your aim.”….SMACK…”Owww!! Fire away. Fire away. You shoot me down, but I won’t fall. I am titanium.”…..SMACK…. And with that I literally burst out laughing!! ”It’s not a song for me, ma’am. I am not titanium!!” She questioned, “Who is?” ”I don’t know.” …SMACK…. ”Yeowwwww!!” ”Don’t you lie to me!! Who was this song for?” ”Kevin.” I barely whispered. …SMACK… ”I told you to speak up when you talk to me Amy.”…..”KEVIN!!”
She folded the belt neatly and placed it on her desk again. I was still standing in the same position. She bent over and looked at me from the other side of the desk, and I looked right back at her. ”I like your sense of humor, but I can assure you that Kevin isn’t titanium either! But honestly, I do think he would like that song! So if I ever hear HIM singing it to me, I will drag YOU in here, and repeat this spanking! Do I make myself clear??” My eyes got big again, ”Very. Very clear, ma’am.” ”Good girl. Now go over there to the corner and face the wall. Lyndsy might as well get a glimpse of you, so she will know what to expect.” I HAD to make a comment, so I said, ”But she doesn’t have a song, Ms. Kane.” I didn’t expect to hear the reply I did. ”Don’t you worry about that sweetheart. Lyndsy might not have a song, but she has a little friend I’ve come to be aware of and has been referred to so discretely by the two of you as JD.”
Damn!!! We did write about that as well!!
;) Annika aka Amy and co-author Lyndsy
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this is so good!! can’t wait for part 3, keep them coming! haha
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