Today I’m trying something new…a stand-alone tribute to our fearless leader, Headmistress Blake! Unfortunately, our naughty Emily Tilton got herself into trouble and had to be reprimanded. The worst part, for Emily, was trying to appear suitably chastened while eagerly anticipating each stroke. Even worse, Headmistress Blake seemed to know exactly what was going on…
Kathryn shook out Emily’s skirts as she draped the layers of primrose, crinoline, and lace-edged petticoats across her back. “Stand still, girl!” she barked as she landed a crisp smack on the wriggling bottom cheeks. The single handprint blossomed into a glorious sunset, an artist’s tribute on the pale canvas.
“Yes, Miss,” the shamefaced Emily responded with at least a semblance of the appropriate penitence. Her plain cotton drawers hung unevenly, the left hem skimming her ankle while the right crept to the swelling of her shapely calf. A small hand reached back to tug the garment back into a more protective state, but another crisp handprint bloomed across her left bottom cheek. “Ow, Miss!” came the strangled cry, accompanied by a veritable St. Vitus Dance of stamping feet, trembling knees, and tear-laden syllables.
“Once you are good enough to obey, we will commence your chastisement,” Kathryn replied, slapping the backs of Emily’s thighs until the girl managed to lock her knees into perfect position.