Skirt Lifted Vol. 1 by Rodney C. Johnson

Chapter 1. Hart Secretarial...
     
    Villetta Thorn hesitated outside the door,
felt her long stocking clad legs tremble as she looked down at the
blue card that read: “To be administered 12 of the best for
repeated truancy, and an additional 6 for sloppy longhand…”
    “Oh well, no sense putting it off.” Villetta
said to herself and then turned the handle of the punishment
office’s solid oak door.
    Hart Secretarial School was famous for its
assistants, well disciplined, efficient, not to mention the most
beautiful. They worked in all strata of the business world and a
few even were engaged privately for their many refined skills. Once
in awhile, former students would be sent back to Hart for refresher
courses in proper secretarial conduct. This almost always meant a
militaristic regime of discipline.
    Villetta Thorn certainly filled the last (but
by no means less important) requirement of the school as she was a
beauty. Long legged Villetta had an exotic loveliness do in no
small part to her French-Spanish and of course English heritage.
Her pure black hair was complimented by a pair of striking blue
eyes. Perky full breasts threatened to pop out of her shirt.
    As she entered the office Villetta smoothed
the side of her tight gray pencil skirt that curved and defined her
bottom. The nineteen year-old noticed the rigid black chair,
gulped. That chair was famous. It was designed just for its use, to
conform to the girls and their expected heel height.
    “Ms. Thorn, good. I’m Tiffany Anders” she
wore her hair up in a perfect bun. “The administrator will be with
you soon until then, let’s have your blue slip please.”
    Villetta handed the redhead the blue
punishment slip.
    “Hmm,” Tiffany remarked, looked aghast, such
behavior was highly frowned on at Hart. “Repeated truancy, on top
of unacceptable longhand, this is a well deserved caning.” She told
the frightened girl and pulled the black chair into the center of
the room.
    “Time to get ready, you don’t want to be
standing there like a doe in the headlights when The Administrator
comes in. He’ll expect that skirt up, and knickers at your ankles.”
Tiffany sighed. “Trust me if you’re not ready those eighteen
strokes aren’t gonna be the end of it.” She told Villetta from
experience, both her own and what she’d observed as The
Administrator’s personal assistant. “During your caning you will
not see him. You will remain hands on the chair, and your legs
shall at all times stay in the proper stance.” She listed. “Failure
to comply will result in extra strokes.”
    Oh this sucked! Thought Villetta, it was
worse, since no doubt by now the call had been sent out to the
boarding house that she stayed at. Normally that wouldn’t have been
an issue, but this boarding house was special in that it catered to
this school (though more than Hart girls lived there) and
punishment at school assured punishment at home.
    Villetta walked the few paces to the chair,
hiked up her skirt to reveal a lilac silk thong and black stocking
attached to a garter belt. She exhaled, bent over the chair.
    Tiffany came up behind Villetta and eased the
thong down to the girl’s ankles.  “Very nice but you must
stand proper.” She said and with her own heel forced Villetta to
spread her legs as far as her thong would let them reach, rather
comfortably they rested against the chair legs.
    Villetta now exposed olive-skinned butt
tensed, her hands on the grips fashioned into the special
punishment chair tightened their hold. A cool breeze from a fan
sent a chill through her body.
    Tiffany wasn’t done; she unhooked Villetta’s
garter suspenders. “There its better for the cane.” and finallly
she adjusted the skirt, pushed it further up the girl’s
midsection.
    Behind Villetta a door opened, and closed
with a thud.
    The Administrator and Tiffany conferred for a
few moments, and then Tiffany was instructed to “Go fetch the
number six.”
    Tap, tap, tap. No