Free Skirt Lifted Vol. 1 by Rodney C. Johnson Page A

doubt the number six
realized Villetta.
    “OW!” Villetta cried.
    It was difficult to stay in place, her mind
attempted to endure the thrashing she currently received while the
whole time Villetta worried of the inevitable trip to the stairway
back at the boarding house.
    Swish, crack! The cane did its work and left
precise stripes across poor Villetta’s perfect little bottom. 
It seemed to last forever, the girl bawled, begged for mercy but
the Administrator was hardly inclined to be lenient where the good
name of Hart Secretarial College was involved.  Besides this
was his job, which he rather enjoyed at that.
    Once the eighteen strokes were met Villetta
was told to stand, she did so wobbly.
    “Sign this please Ms Thorn.” The
Administrator commanded.
    Villetta felt the purplish welts across her
bottom, her whole ass stung, and blushed when she’d stood and was
met by the face of the rather young man who had just tore into her
butt with a thin whippy yellow cane.
    She signed the blue punishment slip, handed
it back to him. “You may pull your underwear up, readjust your
clothes.”
    This had been awful, painful and had greatly
humiliated her Villetta thought as she slowly lifted her lilac
thong and frowned when it came into contact with the fresh welts.
Her pretty face experienced a number of grimaces as she forced her
skirt back into place over her rump.
     

Chapter
2. House Rules
     
    “Ouch! Dammit!” Villetta Thorn hollered, and
wobbled where she held the lowest stair in the foyer of the house’s
entryway.
    Falon Drake jumped in her own spot while she
watched poor Villetta take the cane across her already well beaten
bottom, she was up next in the queue for a missed curfew the night
before.
    Slash the cane bit into the round bottom and
the exotic girl whimpered.
    Arms folded over her ample chest, Falon
leaned on the wall. It was just after breakfast, she wasn’t yet out
of her sleepwear, a T-Shirt and skimpy cotton panties. The blonde
exhaled and watched Villetta (already ready to go to work) buck and
cry under the onslaught from Orin’s kaboo cane.
    Orin Cliff the son of Cliffhall’s owners, who
also happened to be rather cute, continued the punishment. Most of
the girls at Cliffhall did their best to stay out of his way, he
was after all charged with dolling out punishment when it came time
to do so.
     
    “Please, please Orin I can’t take anymore.”
Villetta begged after the next cut from the cane. “And I’ve got to
get to work soon.” This would become an inescapable cycle if she
were late for work, her employer where she served her internship
would send a call in to Hart and she’d be back over the black
chair.
    “Get up Villetta.”
    Grateful that it was done Villetta stood,
fixed her skirt. The ache in her hind end still throbbed, showed
little indication that it would stop anytime soon. She dreaded her
own desk chair and the constant discomfort she’d be in for the
day.
    Despite the stout thrashing that he’d just
dished out to her Villetta kissed Orin on the cheek, she thought he
was rather cute and ran out the door.
    “Falon, I notice you had to be let in after
the door was locked.” Orin said firmness in his voice as he
expected each of the girls to obey the rules that had been put into
the residence contract.
    Falon fretfully smiled, managed to explain:
“Yeah Orin I forgot the time, was out with a few friends from work
–“
    “No excuse, house rules are clear
enough.”
    The blonde shrugged, took Villetta’s place at
the stairs. She reached up and lowered her white panties to her
feet, toes placed square against the lowest stair. Falon ran a hand
in her blonde mane, and could hear the latch of the cupboard where
the various canes and straps were stored flip up as Orin replaced
the cane and took out a heavy piece of leather, not a strap
exactly, more of an unfinished shoe.
    All punishments were conducted in the common
area of the house. The entryway and stairwell as it was