Annika and Lyndsy have a little time on their hands…but not as much as you may think! These two lovely ladies use their little spare time working on the ongoing saga of ‘The Reformatory’. Enjoy Part Six.
– Dana
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THE REFORMATORY
Part 6
Lyndsy and I had finished playing CSI after Ms. Kane so “kindly” revealed the final clue to help us. To be honest, we wondered how she even knew that, because she didn’t quite seem like someone who would be into video games at all. We figured she must have Googled the cheats for it to find out the clues, because really, it was just not possible she could figure all that stuff out herself or even simply be so good at it….
At least not when it came to video games…
We decided to play a little prank on Ms. Kane, just to get back at her for shutting off our game and giving us the answer. Not that we were angry at her or anything, but somehow we just felt that we needed to do this….
One day while we were cleaning her office I couldn’t help but get my fingers on the keyboard of her computer. I had pushed CTRL + ALT + arrow down, and the version she had on the computer did exactly what I had hoped for!
That evening Ms. Kane came to our room, which was something that only happened on very rare occasions. “Amy, I might need your help with something. You know a bit about computers right?” I was finding it difficult to hold a look of concern, so I wouldn’t start to smile, laugh or even smirk, and I quickly replied “Um…Yes. I know a thing or two about computers. Why?” Ms. Kane looked a bit puzzled, “I know this sound weird, but I think my computer has picked up some kind of virus. My screen is upside down and the curser works in the opposite direction.” Lyndsy was really struggling not to laugh, so she was hiding her face behind a book so Ms. Kane couldn’t see that big grin she couldn’t contain. That didn’t make it any easier for me to stay in control, so I had to jump up from my bed. I said, “Sure Ms. Kane. I will take a look at your computer. No problem.”
We went downstairs to her office, and with her hand she pointed towards her office chair which invited me to take a seat. I looked at her computer, and yes it was upside down just like it SHOULD be. I pondered over the screen for a moment, and didn’t immediately re-type CTRL + ALT + arrow up (or navigate into the screen setup to change back to normal screen) because that would just make it a little too obvious I had something to do with it. Instead I said, “Hmm. This might take some time Ms. Kane. I will have to run the anti-virus program first, and then probably run a repair on your hard drive.” Ms. Kane looked a bit more concerned now, almost even a little worried, and I started to feel a bit sorry about this whole situation I had put her in. “Would you like a cup of coffee, Amy?” Ms. Kane asked me, which only made me feel even more remorseful. “Umm. No thanks. But really, you don’t have to wait here while I fix this. I will let you know as soon as it’s done.” I was very thankful that she accepted that and went on to the living room. If she would have stayed there much longer I surely would have crumbled and told her the truth! Of course, I would have taken all the blame and leave Lyndsy out of it. After all, it was my idea, and it was me who tampered with it.
I tapped the buttons necessary to put everything back to normal as soon she left the room. But I stayed for five minutes more, sitting back in her chair, looking around the office, not touching anything but examining her bookshelf with all the different books she had. And rocks!
I figured she didn’t know very much about computers, so I decided to just tell her that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. I went and found her and she was very happy that she could get back to her work. I just hurried back upstairs.
Lyndsy looked at me with complete curiosity. “So what happened?” I crawled into my bed and turned around so I was facing her. “Well I fixed her computer, but you know what? I honestly felt really bad that I had done that in the first place!” Lyndsy looked confused in a way, and asks me, “Why?” I rolled on my back, looking up at the ceiling. “Oh, I don’t know. She was just, well; she really did look worried about it. And then she even offered to get me a coffee. It just made me feel so guilty, and I almost felt like confessing to her it was me who had done it.” Lyndsy didn’t respond to that right away. Then after a few minutes she said, “You know what Amy, don’t even worry a minute more about that. This was just a little funny prank, and no harm was done to anyone or anything.” I sighed and replied, “Yeah. I guess you are right. I really ddon’t know why I am feeling like that though.”
Lyndsy and I still had those pathetic cell phones Ms. Kane had given us. Of course, we could have bought some new ones, but we were pretty sure she would just take them anyway. Then we got a brain wave of an idea!!!! We just needed to get back into modern technology! We decided we would both buy the newest iPad, and we could just tell Ms. Kane that we got them from our employers and that they were to be used for work related activities.
Kevin was so envious when he saw BOTH of us had the latest iPads, and he continually begged to get the chance to get his hands on them and try them out. Of course we didn’t allow that, because “they didn’t belong to us”. Ms. Kane accepted our explanation, but also asked us not to use them at home unless we actually had to work. Not a problem, but we were back on track with texting each other during the day!! That’s what we were missing the most! Both of us had jobs, where the use of an iPad didn’t seem strange or out of place, so no one asked us questions during the day. I was happy that I was again able to write with Lyndsy during the day, because to be honest, something was going on inside of me. I still had a bothered conscience about that computer prank, and now also the lying about this iPad didn’t exactly help. But writing with Lyndsy helped me to think of other things.
I had suddenly realized that Ms. Kane was someone that I was really starting to care about, and that she was becoming important to me. Lyndsy meant a lot to me as well, so I almost felt like I was standing in between them. I didn’t want to get Lyndsy into trouble because of my sudden urge to confess every bad thing I had done. But at the same time, I started to avoid Ms. Kane, because I simply couldn’t look into her eyes in fear she would know my dishonesty. Things were becoming different now. To be a brat and tease was just purely for fun, like a little game going on in between us, and Ms. Kane played it perfectly! But to me, this dishonesty was not playing fair, and it was messing with me so that it was reaching real emotions! I had no idea that it would have such a huge impact on me. I guess because I knew this would probably disappoint her, and really, I never want to upset her for real, so that was the worst part of feeling this way.
Lyndsy was more than just a friend to me. She was becoming more like the big sister I never had. She was protective and supportive, yet she thought it was funny when the “little sister” got into trouble and she didn’t. She could sense the distress I was in about this whole dishonesty situation and confronted me with it one night when we were sitting in our room.
“Amy, what’s going on? You’ve been acting a little off lately.” Lyndsy asked me with a very concerned look.
“I don’t know Lyndsy. I’m just struggling with these feelings lately.” She replied with a calmness in her voice, ”Are you having second thoughts about our iPad purchase Amy?” ”No not really. I mean, I really like having it, and I have wanted one for a long time. But I….” I looked down on the floor… ”I don’t know. I feel like I am lying every single day to Ms. Kane. And it’s not just because of the iPad. It started with that prank on her computer!” Lyndsy was paying attention to me, and I could see how my issue was also affecting her when I looked in her eyes. ”Lyndsy, I don’t like the fact that Ms. Kane believes I’m good because I was able to solve a computer problem, being one that I actually caused. This was the first time she asked me for help, and it was because of me playing that prank on her and then keeping from her what actually happened!” With that I stood up and went to the bathroom. I didn’t want even Lyndsy to see this side of me, where I felt vulnerable, and as I walked away I could feel the tears filling up in my eyes. When that happens I know I am very close to losing control and of being very emotional, and I really don’t like to share that with anyone. However, Lyndsy wasn’t just anyone, and I think she knew me better than most people did, so she knew to just give me space for a little while instead of going after me.
After a few moments she spoke loud enough so that I was sure to hear her from the bathroom, “Amy. I don’t want you to be afraid of me getting into trouble if that’s something bothering you also. When we do things together, I’m very aware what’s involved, what may happen if we get caught and that we will probably be held accountable. Seriously Amy, I am really okay with that, otherwise I wouldn’t do it. And I care too much about you to have an iPad or whatever to be an issue between us. If you really feel the need to tell Ms. Kane the truth, then you have to do that. If you think this is what is causing you to struggle lately, then I do not want you to worry one second of how it will affect me. I am honestly okay with that. I just want you to feel better, okay?”
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I knew it was bothering me enough that I had to confess at some point, but I wanted to be the only one to take the blame. I went back to my bed and sat on it. “Thanks Lyndsy, for understanding me, and for being there.” Lyndsy smiled at me with her typical smirk and said, “Just let me know when you are going to get it off your chest missy, so I have a chance to like, ahh, prepare mentally.” I smiled back at her, ”Well, I’m thinking Sunday would probably be the best day to tell her about it.” For some reason I didn’t have the same confidant feeling inside this time though.
Timing has never been one of my strong qualities, especially when something is bothering me. Friday was horrible at work, and everything that could go wrong, went wrong. First of all, our work system broke down and one of my colleagues was treating us all like little kids as she panicked about it. And then my boss wanted me to stay an hour later because of the delay, which normally isn’t a problem because I would still be able to make it back home for dinner on time.
This was something important to Ms. Kane, and she had a rule about us attending dinner together and being on time. She also made us realized that it was a simple act of respect and good manners toward the ones who had used their time in preparing the meal.
Well, I wouldn’t have had a problem doing that, if everyone else would’ve just stayed off the roads!! For some reason that day, there I was an insane amount of traffic. It seemed like everyone was in my space and holding me back, slowing down traffic, and I’m sure I must have hit every red light possible. I got my so called phone out of my purse to call Ms. Kane to at least let her know I was on my way, but was running late. Just as I was about to dial the number, the battery died, and this triggered my last ounce of patience! I got so mad that I threw the stupid phone towards the passenger side door. As it bounced off, it exploded into several pieces. I clenched my teeth, shook my head and then blurted out, “YEAH!! WHY NOT!!!”
When I could focus a bit, I thought of my iPad, but realized it was still lying on the table back home….
I finally parked the car in the yard, an hour and a half late. I picked up the pieces of the phone, gathered my things, and headed towards the house. I was dragging myself, focusing on the front door, and all I could do was sigh and shake my head. I entered the house, but no one was in sight. And obviously every one would be finished eating by now. The house seemed empty, and I just stood there leaning back against the door with my eyes closed, enjoying the silence for a brief moment as I took a few deep breaths. I was both mentally and physically exhausted, and I just wanted to get enough energy to go to my room, get in my bed and forget the whole day of work, the traffic, and any worries. All I needed was to shut down and sleep.
I didn’t hear Ms. Kane, but as I opened my eyes she was standing right in front of me. She had a displeased look – what a surprise – and I thought of just saying something like, “Yeah yeah. I know. I deserve a spanking for being late and whatever else you decide I need it for. Do you want me to take off my pants here??” Instead I just looked up at the ceiling, sighed and said, “Whatever. Do what you need to do so I can just go to bed.” I continued to look with my eyes towards the ceiling waiting for her punishment objective. However, her reaction wasn’t as I had expected. She stepped up closer to me, and with a calm voice she said, “Amy, I am not going to do anything to you right now. Instead, I want you to go straight to your room, and then I expect to see you in my office tomorrow when you get up. Is that clear??” I just looked at her, so she repeated, “Is that clear Amy?” I found a few words, ”Umm, yes. I guess.” Then she turned and went back to her office.
I just stood there and watched her leaving. I was so exhausted I didn’t even want to move. I looked down at the broken phone I carried in my hand and suddenly my emotions began to grow within me. They triggered a reaction, that without thinking, sent me following her to her office. I stopped inside her door a few feet, and she turned to look at me. ”You want to say something dear?” My days frustration got the best of me, and I snapped, ”Don’t say that!” Ms. Kane looked a bit surprised, “What is it that you don’t want me to say?” I still blurted out, ”Don’t call me dear, or anything else like that!” She nodded one time and walked over to her office chair, sat down and looked back at me. “So is there anything you want to say?” she repeated, while she typed something on her computer. I went over to her, placed the broken phone in front of her on the desk, and took one step back. My frustration was still showing, “I tried to call you with this dinosaur of a phone, but it didn’t work, and I, I dropped it on the floor which caused it to break into pieces like this!” She looked down at it and replied with a sigh, “Yes I see that! Anything else?” Again I could feel my emotions surfacing, and my eyes started to water up again. I looked down on the floor, and I tried to control it, but at that point, because of my exhaustion, not eating yet, and feeling guilty, I was losing control. I turned away from Ms. Kane, so she couldn’t see, and with my hands over my face I said, “I’m sorry. I lied to you!” After a few seconds she asked, “Amy, what did you lie about?” It took all the courage and strength I had left inside of me, and I turned to look at her with tears in my eyes and started to disclose my guilt, “It was me who had changed your screen on your computer, so that it was upside down. It wasn’t a virus. I’m sorry. And I know that will make you disappointed in me.” She didn’t say anything. She just looked at me. So I kept confessing, “And that iPad of mine isn’t work related, and my employer didn’t buy it for me. I always wanted one, and I bought it myself. And, and that stupid phone….I didn’t just drop it, I threw as hard as I could in the car because it didn’t work when I wanted to call you! I didn’t mean to be late and because of all that I don’t deserve to be called anything like dear!” It felt so good finally get all of that out of my system. She was still just sitting there watching me.
After a minute or so I broke the silence, “Okay then. Umm should I go to my room now??” Ms. Kane stood up and walked towards me, so I looked down, but didn’t move backwards. I knew I deserved whatever was coming to me, and I wanted her to punish me. I could feel the heat building up inside of me, I was nervous and embarrassed. I knew she wanted me to look at her but I was afraid to face the disappointment in her eyes.
“Amy, look at me.” she said with an almost gentle voice. I slowly looked up but I couldn’t look into her eyes. I could barely breathe. Once again she helped me by lifting my chin up, so I couldn’t do anything else other than face her.
“CTRL + ALT + arrow down is a type command I know about. And I knew you played it as a prank on me, young lady. I also know it was your idea and doing, after all that’s what you work with!” I looked at her with big eyes, because I definitely hadn’t seen that one coming.
She continued, “I was wondering when you would own up to it, and I was curious to see how long you would keep that lie going, because I don’t see you as a liar. In fact, I’m very pleased that you feel this bad about it. It shows me you do have a good heart. Of course, it doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve a spanking.” She peered directly into my eyes and resumed, “You, Miss Amy, will have to receive a serious severe one, because lying to me is one of the things I hate and never will tolerate!”
“I know. I’m really sorry.” I barely got out past my lips.
“You will not only receive a hand spanking, I will also be using the cane on you.” Again I looked at her with big eyes and I’m sure a look of fear, ”I know you are scared of the cane, but Amy, I am not kidding when I say that honesty means a lot to me. And, as it turns out it’s pretty important to you too. I have absolutely no concerns about using the cane on you. You know this is a very deserving reason for discipline.”
I stood petrified, and watched how she walked over to her cabinet and got the cane. I almost felt sick to my stomach, or maybe I was just hungry, but either way, I was certainly afraid of the cane. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the cane as she handled it, and somehow in my mind it seemed to grow in length and power. When she stepped towards me again, I still only stared at the cane, and I couldn’t even blink, in fears it would attack me at any moment like an unrelenting monster.
My eyes finally blinked when I heard, “Amy, take it!” as Ms. Kane handed the cane to me. I reached for it with both my hands as if it weighed a ton. I couldn’t hide my anxiety, as both my hands were shaking.
“I want you to hold it and look at it while I spank you on your bare bottom, over my knee, understood?”
“Yes Ma’am” I whispered without taking my eyes off the cane.
Ms. Kane stepped closer, and I felt the warmth radiating from her. I don’t know what it was, but somehow it was as if my senses had sharpened on some other level. I even noticed the perfume she wore and I could hear her breathing. I still never removed my focus from the cane, but did notice that she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. Without thinking, I stepped out of them. She walked around me and laid both hands on my shoulders and gently directed me towards the couch. When we reached it, she sat down on it and guided me over her lap. I was still holding on to the cane as instructed. I couldn’t distinguish whether my brain interpreted the cane as something like a bomb that would blow up if I let go of it, or if it was a masterpiece of something very valuable, that would break if I dropped it. To be honest, I didn’t even notice when she started to spank me, because all my focus was on that cane. However after she had pulled my panties down the focus switched to my bottom. She wasn’t holding back on anything and she definitely made sure that every part of my bottom felt the palm of her hand. This spanking seemed to last forever, and I didn’t know if I was okay with that as long as I didn’t have to feel the cane, or if I wanted her to stop, so I finally could get on to the part where the cane was going to meet the skin on my bottom. Either way I was not in a position to decide anything. I could only trust Ms. Kane and hope she wasn’t going to break me.
Just like I didn’t notice she started the spanking, I didn’t notice she had stopped it before she suddenly said “Amy, please get up.” I was so high on adrenaline that I almost jumped up from her lap. I was still holding on to that cane as if it was some kind of safety line, and felt if I let go of it I would be risking a fall.
Ms. Kane reached her hand towards me indicating she now wanted me to hand her the cane. The fear started to rush through my body again, and I suddenly noticed the stinging and burning sensation from my backside. She stood up and again looked into my eyes. She didn’t look angry, irritated or anything like that. She looked confident and somehow I could feel my anxiety lower a bit.
“Amy, I will introduce you to this cane with 10 strokes on your bottom. I know you can take that. And I also want you to know, that if you ever lie to me again, it will definitely be more than just 10, understand?”
“Yes, Ms. Kane”
“I hope so. Now go over to my desk and lean over on it please.”
I did what she told me to, and walked towards her desk almost like I was in trance. I bent over the desk resting both of my hands on the cold surface. I could hear her footsteps and knew it was matter of time before the first swing would land on my bare bottom. Ms. Kane let the cane touch my bottom very gently. Somehow I felt connected to it, and I figured it was because she made me hold it and almost bond to it. When the cane left my bottom I held my breath, swallowed spit that wasn’t really there, and noticed how the muscles in my bottom were preparing for the first hit. It landed just that moment my muscles chose to relax. The pain was so concentrated that I could feel the stripe it was leaving on my skin. I wanted to throw my fist onto Ms. Kane’s desk so I could endure the pain, but I was afraid that Ms. Kane wouldn’t accept that, so instead I flinched every muscle in my body until there was a little relief in the pain. Then the second hit landed. It was intense. The third, the fourth and the fifth. I was nowhere else than exactly at that place at that moment. I had never been more aware than this. It was as if time didn’t exist anymore and I had no idea when it would return. Every single part of me, every single fiber was enhanced and accelerated, so that when Ms. Kane gently stroked my bottom with her hand I got so surprised that I almost jumped up on her desk.
“Relax, Amy. I’m not hurting you.” I couldn’t help but smile at that remark….
I could feel her fingers touch the stripes on my bottom and because of the hypersensitivity, it felt both great and painful.
“Okay, let’s get this over with shall we?” she sounded so relaxed and almost happy.
I pulled myself together and got ready. She didn’t let me think or wait long for the last five strokes. And when the tenth one landed I dropped to my knees and rested my face up against the side of the desk. Even the hardest workout I have done in my life felt nothing compared to this. I thought I was exhausted when I got home, now I couldn’t even imagine how I would get up and all the way upstairs.
Ms. Kane went over to the cabinet and put the cane back at its place. She went to the couch and collected my underwear and pants and handed them to me. Somehow I managed to get up and get my panties on. As I stood there, Ms. Kane did a thing she never had done before, and which took me by surprise. She hugged me and whispered in my ear “Amy, sweetheart. You do not dictate what I should call you or not. And it’s up to me to decide what you deserve. I trust you to be a big girl and not lie to me again, okay?” I let out a very determined, ”Yes”, but that’s all I could muster up to say.
She now looked at me, and with both her hands, she held my face, smiled at me and said, “You can keep that iPad, but let the big boy play with it once in a while! And no texting during work!! Now finish getting dressed and meet me in the kitchen. You need something to eat before you collapse.”
She went to the kitchen. I touched my bottom for the first time, and could feel the swollen marks left by the cane over my very red hot spanked skin. I took my pants and tried to get them on. While I was doing that, I noticed the window reflecting Ms. Kane’s computer screen. It looked weird so I went over and looked closer at her screen. The screen was upside down, and I couldn’t help smile again. I typed CTRL + ALT + arrow up to reset it.
Annika (AmyDK) and co-author Lyndsy
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awwwh this bit is cute,and funny, loving it.
Awesome!
Its so nice to read such “innocent” spanking stories sometime…
Thank you!
Love these stories, a great coninuing saga. Eric