The Drake Institute by Professor Steven

Chapter 13

After Pamela's and the Captn's adventures that night and next morning their love 
for each other grew as did their love for spanking. Pamela made many many trips 
across the Capt'ns lap over the next several years both in a discipline 
environment as well as a pleasurable one. She also administered several 
spankings not only to the Capt'ns children but in later years to a hired maid, 
the Capt'ns secretary at one time and several other males and females as Pamela 
eventually became a counselor when the Capt'n first opened his school. There, 
since it WAS a school for bad teenage boys and girls and current law allowed any 
type of corporal punishment provided Pamela and almost endless supply of bare 
bunns to blister. And she does blister quite a number of them earning her a 
reputation as a no-nonsense administrator who's first and last resource for 
reprimand was a bare bottomed spanking or paddling. Whenever a student was sent 
to see her it was for an infraction of some rule and he/she knew that Miss Price 
would undoubtedly set fire to their unprotected rear end. She was pretty 
effective with her form of discipline as few ever returned a second or third 
time. Eventually Pamela became head dean and was responsible not only for 
student discipline but also staff and teachers as just like in the modern day 
Drake Institute the rules that applied to the students also applied to the 
staff. 


Note:
The previous 5 chapters were a brief initial history the Capt'n and Pamela 
shared some twenty years ago. 
We're back now to the present.

Upon reaching the house Pamela and Colonel Drake went to their respective 
bedrooms to change into something more suitable for the evening's affairs. The 
Colonel changed into only his PJ bottoms and a silky short smoking jacket and 
went into his study. Pamela put on her (and his) favorite little outfit which 
consisted of a school girl uniform, complete with the white blouse, navy pleated 
skirt, white panties, knee socks and black shoes. 
Through the many years of spankings they developed many little skits and role 
plays to spice up their spanking desires. This one of a naughty little school 
girl was their favorite. Especially Pamela's because, as a senior staff member, 
always in charge, and usually administering punishment, she found it extremely 
satisfying to reverse her real life role and become completely under the 
Colonel's control.
Pamela had earlier prepared a note and a report card to present to her "Daddy" 
the Colonel.
As soon as she showered and changed she hurriedly made her way to the Colonel's 
study with the note and report card in hand.
Though it was only role play she still felt rather nervous as she approached his 
study door and knocked.
"Come in!" she heard, and so slowly she turned the brass knob and opened the 
door and pushed it open.
"Oh hello Pamela." the Colonel said. How nice to see you. How was your day at 
school?"
Pamela approached his desk and with a nervous and shy little voice she said. 
"Well err... Sir. That's what I need to see you about."
The Colonel could see the distress in her face as she stood before his desk. He 
leaned forward, concerned. "What seems to be the problem dear?"
"Well Sir." She stammered. "I have to show you my report card and this note my 
counselor gave me today."
Pamela handed him the grade card and the note. 
"I have a feeling I'm not going to be pleased with these. Am I young lady?" the 
Colonel said rather sternly.
Pamela bowed her head and folded her hands behind her back. "No Sir you're not. 
- But it's not my fault. I try real hard. Really I do. - Please don't be angry."
The Colonel first opened the grade card to see a large red "F" in the 
mathematics box. His eyes went further to find her other grades of an "A" in 
Language, a "B" in History, and a "D" in sex education.
The Colonel raised one eyebrow in obvious disappointment as he then opened the 
note written by her guidance counselor. 
It read...

Dear Colonel Drake,
"If young Pamela had abided by the instructions I gave her this afternoon, you 
have already seen her grades and have undoubtedly noticed the "F" in mathematics 
and the "D" in sex education. What you may not have noticed and I'd like to 
bring to your attention is her attendance and tardy record. As you can see now 
she has an excellent record of attendance but a very poor record of being on 
time for her first class - Mathematics. I believe that 22 tardy's my be largely 
responsible for the poor mark in that subject. I would also like to turn your 
attention to the small comment her sex education teacher jotted below her grade 
of a "D". "Incomplete assignments - 18 out of 40.
It is my professional opinion that Pamela has the intelligence and ability to do 
a lot better (as she had in the past) but is lacking a certain amount of self 
discipline, time management and attention to her priorities.  These are 
qualities that we, in the educational system, can only build upon but cannot 
create in our students. They have to be rooted from within the home first. Once 
these traits have been established at home we can fine tune and develop them 
further.
I can only suggest an aggressive discipline regime at home and here at school to 
help Pamela improve in these areas. As of today I have initiated such a regime 
which I can only hope, for Pamela's sake, you'll use similar tactics there 
within your home.
Per regulations set down by the school board, Pamela today received a bare 
bottom spanking followed by a paddling while bent across my desk. The spanking, 
per regulations was for excessive tardiness while the paddling of nine swats was 
for the "D" (three swats) and the "F" (six swats). Beginning tomorrow and 
through this next term, should Pamela arrive to any class late or fail to submit 
her completed assignments, she will be taken into the hall by her teacher where 
she will bare her bottom for three swats of the paddle. Should it happen she is 
escorted to the hall a third time in the same week her punishment will be 
doubled. She has been given a discipline log which she is to keep current and 
with her at all times. It will have an entry in her writing each time she is 
disciplined. Included in her entry will be the offense and the resulting 
punishment. This log will be presented to me on each Friday at the end of her 
last class. I will check it for accuracy and completeness, sign it, and forward 
it to you for review. Should it be inaccurate or incomplete Pamela's bare bottom 
will be soundly spanked and paddled once again. 
I trust that you'll consent to, and participate in, the discipline of Pamela. 
It's only for the better.
I thank you for your time as I know you're probably anxious to "discuss" this 
matter with Pamela as soon as possible.
Thank you,
Mr. Stevens

Having read the note the Colonel set it aside and looked at Pamela. "Young 
Lady!" He said sternly. "This couldn't possibly be anyone's fault but your own. 
You are driven to school and arrive a full 30 minutes before class starts. You 
are given 3 hours time each evening for assignments. This is obviously a lack of 
concern and attention on your part. There is nothing you can say that will 
change my mind in agreeing with Mr. Stevens and participating in your discipline 
and reform."
Her head still bowed she responded. "Yes Sir"  Pamela's hands went flat against 
her posterior. For she knew what was going to happen. 
Colonel Drake pulled open a drawer and retrieved a paddle that Pamela had only 
seen once, earlier that day. It was finished in high luster black lacquer. It's 
business end was about 4" wide by 10" long and 3/8ths inch thick. Just the look 
of it told her it was going to burn into her bare flesh. And the look on the 
Colonels face told her that it was going to burn several times very soon.
He walked around his desk and took Pamela by the arm. The paddle hung in his 
hand and slapped at his side as he marched her out of the study and down the 
hall to her room.  
Though they played a similar game many times before, the anticipation, fear and 
apprehension was as real as if it weren't a game. Pamela's heart raced as they 
neared her room. She knew that it would only be moments and her bottom would be 
set ablaze. 
Once inside her room the Colonel stood her in the center. He set the paddle on 
her dressing table, turned the chair to face the center and began to roll up his 
sleeves. Pamela kept looking back and forth at the paddle and at him. He saw her 
standing slouched and scolded. "Stand straight young lady - eyes to the floor. 
And don't you worry about that paddle - you'll be getting to know it very well, 
very soon." Pamela immediately obeyed his command. 
Colonel Drake, his sleeves rolled to his biceps, took his seat on the chair and 
patted his lap. "Let's have you here young lady."  as he pointed to the floor at 
his right side.
Pamela cautiously approached the spot he marked and stood silent and still, 
awaiting his next order. This was always the part that excited her the most. 
Standing at his side. looking at his lap. Silent. Waiting. The anticipation grew 
with every second. The Colonel always delayed with silence knowing how her 
excitement would peak. And that it did. She almost felt she could stand no more 
and wanted to rip off her skirt and panties and jump across his lap and beg him 
to spank her. 
Finally, the words she longed for. "Across my knee Young Lady!!" 
Quickly she placed herself across his knees. She was a bit puzzled though. He 
didn't have her raise her skirt and lower her panties first as was his usual 
practice. 
To her further surprise she saw him in the mirror across the room, reach and 
retrieve the paddle from the dressing table. She saw him rest it on her butt and 
thought to herself. "Wow! He seldom starts with the paddle first. and seldom 
doesn't he bare my bottom first." 
The change in routine added suspense to the scene. She could feel the paddle 
sitting atop her ass but could only imagine what it's smooth polished surface 
must feel like against bare skin. She wanted to feel it's bite but the Colonel 
again delayed to add to the suspense.
He could feel her tense as he lightly tapped the paddle up and down on her 
skirt. She turned her head to the floor, closed her eyes and relaxed and awaited 
the first swat. Once her butt had softened the paddle left momentarily, only to 
return with a loud "THUMP" and a delayed burning bite into her ass. It seemed 
like an eternity until the full heat of the swat penetrated her skirt and 
panties. As it did her eyes opened wide and her head raised. 
Without warning Colonel Drake delivered two more swats across her skirted ass. 
Each one landed with a dull "THUD!!" but quickly the heat penetrated her 
protection. She realized now that this was going to be a spanking to remember, 
much like the very first one he gave her.
The Colonel ordered. "Lift your skirt Young Lady"
Slowly Pamela reached back and lifted the hem of her skirt. Her tight little 
bikini panties only covered a small portion of her ass. From what the Colonel 
could see was that the paddle had already left it red trademark upon her flesh. 
It was an erotic sight. The lily white panties cut through a diagonal "V" 
contrasting sharply to the surrounding red skin.
Moments later the flat cool surface rested across her fanny and she awaited it's 
stinging kiss. It was only seconds and the stinging kiss flashed across her ass. 
There was no delay this time. It's bite was felt upon it's impact. "WOW!" She 
exclaimed.
The Colonel delivered two more quick swats and the sting was so much she cried 
out. "OH SHIT!! - That's HOT!!"
It was seldom that she ever cussed but the Colonel used her outburst to flavor 
the scene further.
He delivered another swat and scolded. "That's no language for a proper young 
lady. - Perhaps your bottom should be bare for the remainder of your spanking" - 
"Pull your panties down."
Pamela reached back and, as if to tease, wiggled her ass and ever so slowly 
pushed her panties down as far as her hands could reach. She looked in the 
mirror and could see her ass. It was amazing how red only seven swats had made 
it. The Colonel was thrilled with the sight also. His manhood grew inside his 
PJ's as her naked red ass came into view. He couldn't wait until it was released 
and buried between those cherry red cheeks.
He set the paddle on the floor at his side and set his hand upon her right cheek 
and squeezed lightly. Then the same to the left. "Oh yes" he said. "All warmed 
up. - Ready to spank properly" He fondled her a few more minutes as he scolded. 
"Now then Young Lady!. How many smacks did your counselor give this bare little 
bottom of yours today?" 
Pamela knew why he asked the question and bravely said "Thirty, Sir"
"Now then." He continued. "A spanking in school will be DOUBLED at home. Would 
you like to try the math in that?" he asked.
"That makes Sixty Sir." She meekly replied.
"Very good! But I think we'll add just a few for your foul mouth a moment ago. 
Say - thirty more. How many does that make?"
"That's Ninety Sir! She said.
"Well I see you're paying some attention in class. Perhaps you should count 
these. I don't think I need to remind you the consequences should you miscount?
"No Sir. 
With that reply the Colonel's hand flew up and down delivering his first spank 
SMACK! "One!"  SMACK! "Two!" SMACK! "Three - ow!" SMACK! "Four OOOH!"....Her 
bottom, already warm and slightly tender from the paddle was quickly set on fire 
by his hand. By twenty she began to squirm. By thirty the tears rolled up in her 
eyes. And by forty she began to cry. 
Relentlessly the Colonel continued to spank, soundly and purposefully. For he 
knew by experience the her moment was not far off. That moment came around the 
seventieth spank. The moment when a rush of heat surrounds her ass and her sex 
becomes wet. The pain of his smacks suddenly turn to pleasure and she eagerly 
raises her ass in anticipation of each delicious stinging SMACK!! - Seventy - 
Thank you Sir!" Seventy one. - Thank you...
All too soon though the magic number Ninety is reached. She considered purposely 
miscounting to start it all again but the anxious desire to feel that black 
lacquer paddle again prevailed.
Now the Colonel's hand caressed her hot bottom. Squeezing gently and soothing 
her bottom. Reaching between her legs to fell the wetness about her clit. His 
finger, wet from her juices, traced up to her butthole and 
entered as his hand squeezed her tender flesh. She basked in his kindness, 
almost forgetting about the paddle until suddenly her comfort was shattered and 
she felt the cool, ever so smooth surface of it resting atop her ass.
"Let's see now." The Colonel spoke as the paddle tapped upon her ass. "9 Swats 
at school means 18 swats at home." Teasing, as he knew how bad she wanted to 
feel the sting he continued. "But I'm not sure you deserve all 18. Perhaps you 
can't take all eighteen - like a good girl."
"Please Sir" she pleaded. "I deserve 18. I can take it - I want them all. Please 
- It's for my own good. Remember!"
"Aw! - Yes indeed young lady. you do deserve them all. But just to be sure you 
take them all..." The Colonel paused and repositioned her across only his left 
lap. His pulled his right leg out from beneath her, up and over her legs 
trapping them tightly. The paddle returned to her ass and was still cool. She 
awaited it's heat.
The Colonel tightened the grip around her legs and his arm warped around her 
back. She gripped the rung of the chair and gritted her teeth when she felt the 
paddle leave her ass. It returned quickly with a loud crisp CRRACCKKK!!! It was 
such a HOT, BURNING, sensation. Not of pain but of pure pleasure. She had little 
time to enjoy it though as quickly, the second CRAACCKKK!! echoed in the room. 
Then the third CRAACCKKK!! - and the fourth  CRAACCKKK!!.
Her desire grew with each hot, searing kiss of the paddle. It bounced from one 
cheek to the other. Her entire ass was on fire as well as her lust. CRACK! 
CRACK! CRACK! Eighteen swats came and went but the paddling continued as she 
only hoped it would. She loved the stinging impact of every hot swat.  CRACK! 
CRACK! CRACK! The Colonel increased the force and rhythm as Pamela began to rock 
and gyrate upon his lap. The sight of her bouncing red globes was mesmerizing. 
His cock began to ache, begging for relief. Relief the soft wet fold of her 
vaginal walls would provide.
Pamela likewise reached her summit and wanted him inside her. Deep deep inside 
her. CRACK!! CRACK !! CRACK!!!! the paddle landed. "Fuck me! Fuck me NOW! she 
pleaded."
That was music to the Colonel's ears. He dropped the paddle to the floor and as 
Pamela flew from his lap he pushed his PJ bottoms down freeing his hardness. In 
the same motion Pamela quickly shed her clothes and impaled herself upon his 
cock. It found it's own way in, deep deep inside, feeling her heat and wetness. 
The Colonel held her by her tender raw butt as she bounced up and down upon his 
lap. His cock seemed to penetrate deeper each time she descended. His hands 
squeezed and pulled and pushed at her hot ass. Their lips locked and their 
tongues explored each others mouths. 
They fucked until they came in a frenzied bliss. Their bodies shook and spasmd 
until they could stand no more. They froze. Tight in each others embrace until, 
at last, they could relax. Exhausted they retreated to her bed and fell asleep 
in each others hold.