The girls were waiting outside the school auditorium in a state of high excitement. Rumors about a major change in school discipline were rampant. Marsha, a precocious 13-year old, and her best friends kept to themselves, but were not immune to the sense of electricity. Adding to the uncertainty was the fact that it was the boys, now in the auditorium, who were receiving the news first.

Finally the doors to the auditorium opened and the boys came out and passed between the girls on their way back to homerooms. The girls' nervousness increased as they recognized the chastened demeanor of the boys. They were unusually reserved. They weren't horsing around and chatting among themselves. They kept their eyes on the floor as they walked, avoiding eye contact with the girls.

The mood of the girls was not improved when Johnny Benjamin, the class stud, came waddling out supported by his friends. Tears were streaming down his face and he was sobbing uncontrollably. Marsha almost asked what was happening, but at the last minute thought better of it and the boys passed through the doors at the end of the hall and out of sight.

The girls, now apprehensive, filed mutely into the auditorium and took seats. The doors were closed and the female teachers filed onto the stage. Ms Jones, the assistant principal came to the front of the stage and looked down on the girls. Her expression was serious yet kindly. Marsha and several of the other girls visibly relaxed.

"Girls," Ms Jones began, "as you know there has been increasing concern among the school board about the rowdy behavior of boys in this school. They have instituted a novel program to rectify such behavior based on a philosophy of combining corporal punishment and humiliation. There is only one rule that you need to know about." With that she turned to an easel to her right and uncovered a board with a simple statement which she read aloud.

"Any female student may, for any reason, anywhere, at anytime, and as often as she wants, take a boy over her lap and spank his bare bottom for as long as she wants. The only restrictions are that she must use her bare hand, and must spank only his bottom, which must be bare, and he must be draped over the girl's lap at the time."

She paused as an excited buzz swept through the assembled girls. Marsha could hardly believe her ears, but nevertheless felt a sudden wetness and tingling between her legs. "What an opportunity," was her first thought. But then she realized,"no it could never happen, what boy would allow it?" When she remembered the sobbing Johnny, the tingling intensified and she felt her nipples harden.

"Are there any questions," asked Ms Jones. Questions were obviously buzzing through every mind present, but the silence lengthened until Marsha screwed up the courage to probe the possibilities.

"Ms Jones," she asked, "you say we can spank the boys, but they're generally stronger than we are. Why would they let us?"

Ms Jones answer was to the point, "You don't need to know why they will submit. They have been informed as to what will happen to any boy who refuses to be spanked. There will be very, very few refusals and no boy will refuse twice, believe me."

"But I don't get it," Donna asked. (Donna often didn't get it, not being the brightest bulb in the string.) "What's not to get," countered Ms Jones." "Well, why should we spank the boys?" "Because they need it and you want to," answered Ms Jones.

Marsha raised her hand again. "But Ms Jones, I really can't believe the boys would allow this." "Then I guess you need a demonstration," Ms Jones said. "Marsha, name a boy to be spanked." Marsha was momentarily non-plussed, but conferred hurriedly with her two buddies and they quickly agreed. "Zeke Burkett," Marsha announced. The other girls whispered excitedly among themselves. Zeke was an obnoxious football player who was always giving the girls a hard time and was not above groping any girl who made the mistake of getting too close. Just the other day, Marsha had gotten too close to him in the hall and he had put both his hands on her full breasts and squeezed them.

Ms Jones did not hesitate. She strode to the school intercom system at the side of the stage, turned it on and announced in a very authoritative voice "Zeke Burkett, you have ten seconds to get to the auditorium, or you'll regret it." In no time at all, the back door to the auditorium burst open and Zeke came hurriedly, but sheepishly into the room. Ms Jones beckoned him to the stage. He reluctantly went up to her, his eyes cast down. "Boy," said Ms Jones sternly, "you have been selected to be spanked." He slumped a little, but made no protest. "Marsha," Ms Jones continued, "come up here and spank him." Zeke was momentarily as startled as Marsha was. They both had expected Ms Jones to administer the spanking. But both quickly recovered, Zeke went into further dejection and Marsha to heightened elation. She didn't need a second invitation. She made her way to the stage and sat in the chair that Ms Jones indicated.

The defeated boy dropped his pants and shorts giving her a quick glimpse of a fright-shriveled pecker before he lay over her lap, his naked and firm ass cheeks exposed to everyone's view. Marsha's cunt was in ecstasy as she began to spank him. As he writhed beneath her blows she got hotter and more frenzied and was soon spanking as hard as she could, blow after blow. Zeke's ass was turning bright crimson and he was moaning and begging her to stop, but he made no attempt to resist. Finally she had worn herself out and stopped. She shoved him imperiously from her lap where he lay huddled on the floor sobbing and desperately trying to soothe his glowing ass. He seemed oblivious to the stares of his enthralled female classmates, all of whom were beginning to see the possibilities of this new policy.

Lest there be confusion, Marsha decided to clarify. "So, Ms Jones, we may spank any boy we want just for the hell of it." "That's exactly right, Marsha." The whispering among the girls increased. Finally Ms Jones said "Well, girls, I guess you've got it. We'll assemble later in the week to discuss how things are going. Remember, if any boy dares resist, report him to me and he'll be dealt with immediately. Dismissed!"

Talking excitedly, the girls left the room. Marsha's brain was churning with the possibilities of this new found power. Her cunt was on fire and her nipples were hard as diamonds. She was a fan of female domination web sites and had masturbated often to visions of spanking naked boys draped over her lap or to images of boys on their knees before her, their lips firmly attached to her cunt as their tongues probed and tweaked her clit.

When they reached the homeroom, the boys were seated quietly and dejectedly still avoiding eye contact with the girls. Marsha nudged her friend Tiffany who didn't need much prodding. Tiffany looked around the room and firmly announced, "Jimmy Jones, come over to me for a spanking." Jimmy didn't really hesitate, but was obviously reluctant and arose in a hangdog posture and moved to Tiffany who sat in a chair at the front of the room. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them and his shorts before draping himself over Tiffany's lap. Again there was a brief and tantalizing view of cock. Marsha was beginning to consider ways of extending the view.