Maria, until this moment, had decided that this reform school wasn't so bad of a place. Three months ago, on her sixteenth birthday, as a matter of fact, she and a friend had decided to celebrate by buying a bag of pot. They had worked up the nerve to approach Israel, a young man with a big reputation. He agreed to sell an eighth for only $40.00 ("Call it a birthday sale," he had said). The bought three bags. Things would have worked out fine, if they had waited to get back to Maria's house before lighting up. Maria had produced one of her father's old tobacco pipes and they filled it while parked on 50th Avenue. As it was their first time, they didn't know how much to put in. So, instead of just waiting until they could call one of their friends who had indulged before, Maria packed it full. When they had smoked all of it, they started for home. They didn't get four blocks before a police car had spotted them and pulled them over for what the officer supposed was a drunk driver. What a surprise when he encountered two giggling girls who were offering him some of Maria's birthday surprise.

Thus, Maria ended up in the County Reform School for Girls. She didn't know where her friend ended up, but at the moment she really didn't care. She was waiting in a small room with four other girls awaiting to be taken to _The Place_. Maria remembered well the first day of her arrival. She, and about twenty other girls (all ranging from thirteen to seventeen years of age), were herded into an auditorium to listen to the opening lecture.

"Young ladies," the woman who supervised the school began, "I do not care why you are here. The important fact is that you are here, and here you will stay until you are released by the state."

The woman picked up an object off of a table next to her. "Some of you know that this facility is reputed to be the toughest on discipline. This is the reason why." The head mistress held up a wooden paddle. "We do not tolerate misbehavior and such endeavors are rewarded with corporal punishment."

The head mistress placed the paddle on the table, letting it hit with a resounding crack as it went down. "Now before any of you get the idea that such an action might be against the law, you should know that nothing in the constitution prevents a public school teacher from paddling a pupil. The Supreme Court of the United States ruled this in April of 1977. Since this is a reform school paid for by state funds, we come under the classification of a 'public school.'"

Since that lecture, Maria had worked hard to "be good." She knew that at least five to six girls each day were singled out for breaking some rule or another. Each of these girls were led across the yard to a small building. When they came out, they were, almost all of the time, in tears and rubbing their bottoms. Nobody would talk about the punishments. Reputedly, they were told that if they told about what they went through in that small building, their name or names would be placed on the punishment list every day until their release. It worked. Nobody talked.

As stated, Maria was careful to keep her name off of the punishment list, but her roommate had smuggled in a bottle of whiskey and, as luck would have it, a matron walked in and discovered the bottle. Maria claimed that the bottle was her roommate, Cheryl's. Cheryl claimed that it was Maria's. Since neither girl had been in trouble at the institution before, it was decided that both would receive the punishment. Both names were placed on he list, and at 3:00, when all girls were to assemble in the auditorium, five names were read aloud, including Maria's and Cheryl's.

Now the girls waited. As fate would have it, none of the girls had been here before, so none knew what to expect. They soon found out. A large matron came into the room and took the girls to another, much larger room. To Maria, it looked like some kind of Mad Scientist's laboratory. There were four tables in all. One looked to be a plain table and the other three each had leather manacles at all four corners. On one wall was a variety of paddles, though most looked brand new, a few were worn from use. On the opposite wall was a large chart listing a variety of offenses and numbers. The other walls were bare.

"When I call your name, say 'Here,'" the matron said. All five names were called again and the matron nodded and checked off each name, then opened the door. The head mistress and two other women entered.

"Ladies," the head mistress said after looking at the list, "please remove all of your garments, fold them neatly, and place them on the table to your right."

No one moved. The couldn't believe it.

"NOW!!" the head mistress bellowed. Two of the girls started crying immediately, but all complied. Soon there were five naked girls, each about fifteen or sixteen, standing in a row, awaiting their next orders.

"Cheryl Austin," the head mistress said, "please step up to this table."

Maria's roommate did, and the two women who came in with the head mistress began to lock her wrists and ankles into position. When they were finished, they stepped back and each of the other four girls saw that poor Cheryl was lying spread eagle, her soft buttocks pointed skyward, and totally helpless.

"Cheryl Austin, as you can well see on the chart in front of you, drinking alcoholic substances and/or using illegal narcotics ranks as the number one slot. Anything worse than that, such as killing a fellow student is punished by sending the offender off to the Women's State Correctional Facility. You have managed to commit the worst crime punishable here."

Now all of the girls, except Maria, were searching for their transgression among the list of offenses. The head mistress continued to give a lengthy lecture on the evils of alcohol, then read off the sentence.

"For your transgression, and as you can see on the chart, you will receive one hundred strikes to the bare buttocks with a wooden paddle. The strikes will be delivered in groups of ten with a ten second interval between groups. Any attempt at resistance will increase the punishment by half. Do you understand?"

Cheryl nodded, tears streaming down her face.
"Then let it begin." The head mistress walked to the side of the table and began paddling Cheryl. The cracks of wood against bare skin echoed through the small room. Each of the other four girl's buttcheeks twitched with each smack. By the end of he first ten, Cheryl was bawling uncontrollably. By the end of the next ten, she was howling. Finally the ordeal ended. Cheryl was released and told to return to her place in the line.

Each of the other four felt so helpless. It was bad enough to know what was about to happen, but to stand there, in full nudity, watching someone else receive what they themselves were about to receive was too much. None of the girls in the room had punishments of less than fifty strikes. Indeed, there were only two punishments that merited only twenty-five. All of the rest listed were fifty and above.

"Maria Goldwyn," the head mistress announced. Please step up to the table."

Maria's legs quivered as she approached. She fell on her knees and begged forgiveness. She promised that she would never do such a thing again. She promised them everything, if only they would not do this. The head mistress was unmoved, and the two women strapped her to the table.

Maria lay there, a faint breeze flowing between her widespread legs. She gave each bond a tug, but they were all secure. The head mistress began the same speech that Cheryl had received. Maria wasn't listening. She was crying out inside at the unfairness of it. Cheryl deserved what she had received, but Maria was only an innocent victim.

"I said do you understand," the head mistress shouted, jarring Maria back to reality. Maria nodded, but saw that it was too late.

"For lack of attention, your punishment is increased by twenty-five strikes."

Maria wailed, but the head mistress was already moving to her side, paddle in hand.

There seemed an eternal wait. Maria, while in this position, couldn't even clench her buttcheeks together. The wait continued, then, in a burst of ten strikes, the punishment began.

Each smack caused her pretty buns to shake like Jell-O. She yelped with each strike. Each hit of the horrible spanking caused sharp nettles of pain to shoot up her spine. And that was only ten.

The next ten came after an eternity. In a detached part of her mind, she recognized the reason for the ten second wait between the sets of ten strikes. It was giving the mind and body a chance to realize what incredible pain it was receiving. She had heard about some girls who liked this and made it a point to be on the list quite regularly, but Maria did not like it at all. She was having her ass blistered for something she had not done and she was in a lot of pain. She couldn't even think about revenge because if she was caught doing something again, she would end up back here with her bare ass stuck up in the air and receiving another ass blistering.

The third set of ten produced the howling that Cheryl had done. The pain was too much. She knew her ass must have been redder than a Marlboro box. My God, this was only thirty. There were ninety-five more hits to go.

The fourth and fifth sets of ten seemed much worse. The head mistress must be putting everything she had into each set of ten that she did. That also could explain the ten second wait, to allow the head mistress to catch her breath between swats.

After one hundred and twenty-five swats, the tears were flowing so freely that Maria could not see. She was screaming by now. When they undid her, she rubbed her well-blistered ass, feeling the immense heat that was radiating from her cherry red bottom. She screamed insults and barbs at her tormentors, and even kicked the head mistress. She was immediately grabbed by the two woman and was placed, screaming and kicking, back onto the table.

"For that," the head mistress spat out, "you will receive the original punishment again, plus two penalties for resistance. Two hundred swats to be delivered in sets of fifty with a fifteen second interval between each set." The punishment began again.

Maria screamed and bawled her heart out, but nothing would stop the head mistress. After the first set, the head mistress complained of her shoulder and handed the paddle to one of the other women. The last three sets were delivered by a fresh arm that delivered even more power to each hit.

When she was finally released to return to her place in line, Maria couldn't stop bawling. The pain was incredible. She wondered if her ass would ever be the same.

The two remaining girls were frightened out of their minds. Maria's ass was a horrible sight. There was no part of it that was a normal pink color. All of it was red, and, in fact, a good share of it was turning black and blue. Maria ended up spending the next three days standing during classes and meals. She had to lay on her stomach to sleep at night and if she rolled over, the pain would shoot up her spine, immediately rousing her. The head mistress looked at the list. "Jennifer Johnson, you are next."