PROLOGUE

“Have you heard about what has been happening in Red Hills?”

Megan sighed, exasperated by another inquiry from her tenacious office-mate. But, if she was being honest, it was a welcomed distraction from writing another dull piece about a local business opening.

“That little town off of exit 49? Why would anyone go there?”

“See…that’s the thing…” Jennifer leaned in conspiratorially. “People don’t want to go there. But it’s a well-known shortcut, and I’ve been getting reports about some weird things happening this year.”

“Oh, you have been getting reports? From who, Jennifer? The poodle that you interviewed last week?”

“I didn’t interview a poodle. That would be silly. I interviewed a Poodle Groomer who prepares animals for competition. And…see? This is the problem.”

Megan was already scrolling through her phone, one distraction spiraling into another. “Hmm?”

“We can’t keep writing these puff pieces forever, Megan. No one cares. No one is reading this shit. Don’t you want to do something valuable with your life? Something that matters?”

Megan didn’t even glance up from her phone. “Nah, not really. I like it here. Clock in, write a few stories, and go home. It’s easy work and no one bothers me…” She eyed Jennifer over their shared cubicle. “...most of the time.”

“I just can’t do it anymore. Puff pieces and all the boring incremental reporting as we keep updating stories that no one cares about. Did you hear that Monica is leaving?”

“Oh shit…really?” Megan put her phone down, suddenly interested. “She had such a good gig here. Picked up by national or heading to the city?”

“National. And I’m going to get her job. I’m done with this local news and updates bullshit. I will be a feature writer, and I know just the story to put me on the map.”

 

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Jennifer stood outside her editor’s door, trying to rustle up a last-minute pep talk to herself. She knocked and waited.

“Mrs. Stone, I want Monica’s job. I want to be your new feature writer.”

She let the line rattle around in her head as she practiced under her breath and waited until she was beckoned inside. She walked into the overcrowded office and took a seat across from her seasoned editor. 

“Mrs. Stone, I…”

“Jennifer, do you have your story on the new coffee shop opening ready for print?”

“Oh, umm… yes, ma’am. I had that done first thing this morning. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Listen, Jennifer. I’ll cut to it. We aren’t going to be able to keep both you and Megan. You’ve probably noticed, but there just isn’t enough news to keep both of you on for local write-ups. And most of our audience is digital now. We need someone who can crank out articles, and I think it’s you.”

“Oh…ummm…thank you. But, Mrs. Stone, I’m actually here to talk about Monica’s job. I want to be your new feature writer.”

Jennifer expected a response. A resounding confirmation would have been nice. Thoughtful pondering or painful laughter were also options on the table. But she received nothing. Just a blank stare from her intimidating boss.

“No. You’re the best local writer we have. Tell Megan to come and see me.”

“No, please, Mrs. Stone. Monica isn’t leaving for a few weeks, right? Give me time to build a feature and show you what I can do. I have a lead. Let me follow up. Give me a chance.”

More silence. Stony cold, uncomfortable, nerve-wracking silence. Jennifer held the woman’s stare as long as she could, but finally caved and looked at her feet. Her leg tapped nervously against the matted office carpet. 

“Okay.”

“Wait…really? Thank you so much, Mrs. Stone. You won’t regre…”

“You believe in yourself enough to throw away an easy desk job, and I can respect that. But I also have a paper to run. I think you’re the better writer, but Megan can handle the job just fine. Nobody reads this shit anyway. I’m giving her the job. In three weeks, you will either be our new feature writer or you will be looking for a job, Jennifer. I hope you have what it takes.”

Intro and Chapter One

While Ashley is preparing Jade for her stay at The Academy, she lets her mind wander to some of the wonderful women that have gone through her care, including one of her favorites :

(From: The Academy)

Let’s see how that story played out…

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“Judge Stern, this would ruin me!”

“Barbara, that is what happens when you take things that aren’t yours. No one is above the law and I must hold you to the same standards as any other citizen of our town.”

“Wait…wait…what about that Academy of yours? Don’t you let women go to The Academy and then expunge everything from their records?”

“You want to go to The Academy? Yes, the women agree to my alternative sentencing in lieu of jail time and get a clean record in return. Do you know what happens to women who…”

“I’ll do it. Sign me up.”

Judge Stern sighed and looked at the well-dressed woman in front of him. They had worked together for many years, decades even. He knew that Barbara Anderson was corrupt. It was hardly a secret in their small town. 

He also knew that losing her political career and spending time behind bars would not change the proud woman in the slightest. It would somehow only embolden her and make her a political martyr. But a stay in The Academy could tame even a privileged woman like her. 

He looked deeply into her eyes, into the part where a soul would normally be, and sensed no remorse, regret, or fear. The gleam in her eyes, despite her resolute exterior, betrayed her and he sensed that Barbara felt that she had gotten the better of the silly old man and would be free to carry on about her life without consequence. 

Barbara Anderson had never been more wrong about anything in the entirety of her spoiled life of privilege. 

“Okay.”

“Okay? Splendid. So I’ll do a little stint in your Academy and then we’re squared away. Pleasure doing business with you, Judge Stern.”

The shapely blonde turned to leave and was surprised to hear Judge Stern’s voice. Barbara Anderson was a woman that always got the last word. Always. 

“Nurse Ashley, would you come in here for a moment?”

Barbara turned to scowl at the Judge as the door opened. 

“Mrs. Anderson will be joining us for a stay in The Academy. I need to draw up the paperwork for her to sign.”

“Judge Stern, I’m sure we can do this another time. I need to…” 

“Have you ever been spanked, Barbara?”

The Judge leaned forward, crossing his hands in front of him on his large wooden desk. 

“Wait…what?”

“Precisely as I thought. Nurse Ashley, while I draw up the paperwork, will you give Mrs. Anderson a Welcome Spanking? Over her skirt should be fine. For now.”

“It would be my pleasure, Judge Stern.”

Barbara Anderson was never at a loss for words, but words escaped her as Nurse Ashley crossed the room and took the clearly frazzled woman by the arm towards the lone chair in front of the Judge’s desk. 

The Judge was already into his work when the commotion caused him to look up and see Barbara digging her heels in as she tried to pull away. 

“Unhand me! Absolutely not… I will not be spanked like…like some silly child, by someone who is practically still a child herself.”

Nurse Ashley smiled and awaited the Judge’s instruction while a shiver ran down Barbara’s spine, from her elegant diamond necklace all the way to her expensive designer heels. 

“Barbara, it is considered a privilege to attend The Academy and atone for your crimes in secret away from the watchful eye of the public. I know how much your image means to you, which is why we are having this discussion in my office instead of in front of my bench. You are a woman who is used to getting her way without having to submit to any authority, but that will change after today. If you want me to finish this paperwork and salvage your political career and your freedom, you will submit yourself to Nurse Ashley for your spanking like a good girl.”

The middle-aged blonde stood and fumed. She hated the way those last two words sounded coming from the judge’s mouth. So sure of himself as he talked down to her. 

Nurse Ashley watched the gears turn in the crooked woman’s head, knowing there was no chance she could outmaneuver Judge Stern. And Ashley couldn’t wait to get the privileged backside of the proud woman over her lap. 

“Ugh!! Fine!”

Barbara begrudgingly allowed herself to be pulled towards the chair and held her breath as she prepared to humble herself over the lap of a girl young enough to be her daughter. 

“And, Barbara? That outburst cost you your skirt. Fold it and place it on my desk before you lay across Nurse Ashley’s lap for your spanking.”

The Judge turned back to his screen and continued typing. Ashley saw every muscle in the woman’s body tense and could sense the volcanic eruption of feminine malice that was ready to spew across the room when she decided to throw an olive branch and leaned in to whisper into the seething woman’s ear. 

“Don’t push it. Spankings hurt even more on a bare bottom. I would do as he says.”

Barbara turned towards the young blonde in alarm, seemingly never having considered the possibility of a bare bottom spanking. Ashley somehow found compassion and offered a small smile and gentle nod to urge the flustered woman along. 

Her hands moved in slow motion, but Barbara somehow found the inner strength to do as the young woman asked, fumbling along for her zipper before scooting the tight skirt down her legs and awkwardly stepping out of the pencil skirt in an effort to keep her heels on and authority intact as long as possible. 

With trembling hands, Barbara lay her folded skirt across the Judge’s desk and crossed her hands in front of her, feeling the cool air on her bare legs as she tried to protect her modesty. She stole a glance at the Judge and noted that he hadn’t even seemed to raise his eyes towards her humiliating predicament as he focused on his work and left Nurse Ashley to focus on hers. 

Ashley sat on the wooden chair and reached for Barbara’s hand, marveling at how quickly removing one article of clothing could change a woman’s entire demeanor and mindset. I’m going to have fun with this one.

Barbara took tiny shuffle steps towards her impending fate until Ashley grew tired of waiting and gave one firm tug that sent the mature woman tumbling in her impractical heels until she fell in an undignified clump over the younger blonde’s lap.

Ashley took her time, knowing that the excruciating wait for the spanking to begin was often more painful and more useful than the actual spanking itself. She took a moment to reposition the older blonde on her lap, noting that she was smaller than she expected from years of seeing the famous Barbara Anderson plastered on political signs and ads.

Having had dozens of women over her lap by this point in her career, Ashley was an excellent judge of size and guessed that the scary politician that loomed so large outside of these walls was quite diminutive in stature at barely five feet tall. She allowed herself a slight chuckle as she laid her left arm across the woman’s back and let her right hand grace the woman’s bottom for the first of what she was sure would be many times.

Barbara’s black satin underpants were cool to the touch and tightly gripped the entirety of her plump bottom, providing full coverage and protection.

“You’re lucky, Mrs. Anderson. Most of the girls over my lap wear much skimpier and sexier panties than these. I haven’t seen high-waisted panties with coverage this full since…well, ever!”

Barbara opened her mouth to retort but was cut off by the first spanking of her privileged life. The powerful politician had lived for almost five decades without a single person ever striking her virgin backside as punishment or even in the throes of lovemaking. Barbara Anderson was a woman that was always in charge, whether it be the bedroom or the boardroom, but that was all about to change. 

SMACK!

Ashley paused, always eager to hear the first reaction. She had expected indignity and rage, but so far, only silence. Ashley pressed on. 

SMACK! SMACK! 

A small whimper. Oh god… Ashley was practically exploding with excitement and anticipation but fought to maintain her composure. She made eye contact with the Judge who offered her a sly wink in response.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh…oh god….no….”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Okay, oh…..kay……oh…..”

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

Ashley tested a few harder strikes, judging the woman’s pain tolerance as she continued. The instant squirming and flailing, desperate arms reaching back, and eager pleading told Ashley everything she needed to know. She pulled back and settled into a more gentle and methodical spanking, covering every inch of the struggling woman’s panty covered bottom. There would be plenty of time in the future to elicit more cute squeaks and to see the first bitter tears fall.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Ashley paused to rub the woman’s bottom. She loved this part. When the women thought that it was over, and let their guard down as they took deep breaths to try to regain composure.

SMACK!

More rubs and the sounds of gentle pleading and desperate groans.

SMACK!

Ashley looked at the woman over her lap, normally the image of composure and fake authenticity. Her black pinstriped jacket matched the skirt folded over the Judge’s desk and the smallest hints of red peaked along the sides of the woman’s shiny, black panties. Ashley closed her eyes and tried to imagine how adorable Barbara would be once they got her out of her bland wardrobe of blacks and greys and opened her up to the world of pastels and pinks.

The Judge cleared his throat, breaking Ashley from her delightful daydream. She released the pantsless politician who jumped to her feet, desperately rubbing her sore bottom, before regaining her composure and standing again with her arms crossed in front of her in a useless display of modesty.

“I have the outline of your alternative sentencing here and, once you sign, you can be on your way. You will spend one…”

“Okay, I got it…I’ll sign. You had your fun.”

Ashley shared a look with the Judge. It never ceased to amaze her how utterly irresponsible these women were. It’s a good thing they have someone like me to take care of them.

Barbara was reaching for her skirt as Nurse Ashley snatched it from the desk and awaited the Judge’s further instruction. 

“Nurse Ashley, please take Mrs. Anderson to your exam room to prepare her for her stay in The Nursery.”

“The…what?!”