by Lucy Appleby
Miss Fanny Frobisher rapped briskly on the door of the 6th form common room and entered. A large lady wearing floaty clothing, she moved like a galleon in full sail, dropping anchor against a worn leather armchair. Depositing her plentiful bottom onto the chair, she sat, with a wave of her hand.
"Your attention girls, if you please. As you know, this year the school is short of funds for musical instruments. We have a shortfall of £3,000, so I would like you all to put your thinking caps on and come up with some fund-raising ideas."
"What sort of ideas?" mused Heather.
"Anything at all that is practical and can be easily implemented. Now - who is going to start the ball rolling?"
The common room buzzed as the girls began shouting out ideas. Audrey the prefect grabbed a pen and began writing the ideas down on a flip chart. Before long, they had quite a list, and Miss Frobisher nodded in approval.
"We will organise a fund-raising day to be held a week on Friday. Naturally, there will be no school lessons that day." This statement was greeted by rapturous applause. "As we have so many good ideas, I suggest you split into teams of four. Each team will be responsible for planning and implementing one fund raising idea. Now ..." she glanced at the flip chart, "... who is going to bake the cupcakes?"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"Me!"
"And Me!"
"Good. That's Clarissa, Beatrice, Judith and Heather. Next, I need volunteers to make and sell jam and chutney."
Another four hands went up. Audrey the prefect diligently made a note of all the names assigned to the various activities - cupcakes; jams and chutneys; home made lemonade and ginger beer; a white elephant stall; a game of 'Splat the Rat'; a coconut shy; a gypsy fortune-teller; a tombola; and a second hand book stall.
"Excellent," said Miss Frobisher. "We have four girls left to make up the tenth team. Heather - I leave it up to you and Gemma, Marigold and Martina to think of another idea. And I would like you all," she looked round the room, "to collaborate in the design of flyers and posters. I charge you all with the marketing and promotion of this splendid event. Use your imagination to get the message out to as many people as possible."
"Even local radio?" asked Porky Spalding.
"Even local radio," smiled Miss Frobisher. "What a very good idea." She rose from her chair and smiled beatifically. "I have a very busy schedule which will sadly preclude my further involvement in this initiative, but I know I can rely on all of you to turn this into a splendid event for St Agatha's School For Girls."
The appointed day dawned clear and bright. Thanks to the combined efforts of the sixth form, there were crowds of people milling around the school grounds, eating, drinking, browsing and participating in everything on offer. Miss Frobisher sauntered through the throng, turning in surprise when TEN packed coaches drove through the school gates. From the coaches there poured out a couple of hundred boys from the neighbouring schools.
"My word! Look at all these customers! This way, boys. This way," she waved them onto the playing field where all the stalls were situated.
To her surprise, the boys ignored everything (even the cupcakes) and made a bee line for the big white tent pitched at the end of the field. Very soon, an enormously long queue had formed outside the tent. Miss Frobisher could hardly believe it. She walked over, and saw that the boys were all busy counting out their money.
"I've got £20," said one boy.
"That's nothing. I've got £35," said another.
"I've drawn £100 out of my savings bank account," said another. "And I'm sure going to get my money's worth!"
"Goodness gracious," said Miss Frobisher. "This is amazing. With all this money we will soon be able to buy a complete orchestra!" She made her way to the tent, thinking that it must be the location of the gypsy fortune teller.
As she drew closer, Beatrice Brown emerged from the confines of the tent. The girl's face was quite flushed. Poor girl. It must be very hot inside that tent, thought Miss Frobisher. That must be why she's wearing her short-sleeved shirt and gym knickers.
"We're ready for the next four," said Beatrice. "Strictly no admittance without paying cash up front."
"How much is it?" asked one of the boys.
"Audrey will give you the prices," said Beatrice, and dived eagerly back inside the tent.
Audrey the prefect popped out from behind the tent flap. She carried a big placard, and had an over full money bag strapped on a belt around her waist.
"Six spanks over a skirt will cost you £3.00. Six spanks over gym knickers is £4.00. Six spanks on the bare bottom is £6.00."
"Cor. Bare bottom? Did she say bare bottom?"
"Yes! She did. I want some of that. It's bare bottom spanking for me!"
"Me too!"
"Me three! If I run out of cash I've got my Dad's American Express card!"
"I'll have £20's worth of bare bottom spankings," said a piggy-eyed, spotty and excitable looking eighteen year old boy with ginger hair. "Do I get to pull their knickers down?"
"Of course. It's all part of the deal," replied Audrey the prefect. She stuffed the twenty pound note in her money bag. Business was booming. "Right - next four. You've paid so you can go through now. If you want second helpings you need to rejoin the queue and pay again when it's your turn."
The four boys hurtled in, pushing and shoving in the rush to get inside. There were four lush schoolgirls waiting for them. Each one stood behind a chair and once the boys were seated the girls draped themselves over the boys laps.
With a fair amount of ogling and grunting, the boys managed to raise the girls skirts and lower their knickers. One boy was so overcome by the sight of a bouncy bare female bottom that he almost fainted. His comrades were made of sterner stuff and got stuck in without a moment's hesitation. They had to be forcibly restrained to stop at six spanks - they wanted to continue spanking all afternoon! Spanking was even better than sex! But Audrey the prefect made sure they got no more than their fair quota, and then she shoved them out of a side door near the back of the tent. They ran straight to the back of the queue for another go, crowing loudly about groping and spanking the delicious bare bottoms of sixth formers from St Agatha's School for Girls.
As the gossip spread along the queue, all the boys were champing at the bit for their turn. A scuffle or two broke out amongst the ranks as the more unscrupulous boys tried to rob the pockets of their wealthier school chums.
Inside the tent, Heather, Gemma, Marigold and Martina giggled and rubbed their reddened buttocks. This spanking lark was such fun - and clearly very lucrative. Heather suggested they should continue it as a private business venture once the fund raising day was over. The other three readily agreed, thinking of all that lovely money to go with their lovely red bottoms.
The four girls were busy squealing over the laps of the next clients as Miss Frobisher approached the front of the queue.
"Good Lord! What's going on in there? Are people clapping along to some of these new fangled evangelical hymns?"
The boys in the vicinity snorted and fell about laughing.
"No Miss. Them girls in there are getting their bare arses whacked!"
"What? What?! No. No - I don't believe it. I simply won't believe it!" said Miss Frobisher. She pushed her way through the tent flap and her eyes bulged as she saw the bare bottomed girls. "Oh! Oh! Good Heavens! This is disgraceful! This is quite disgraceful. Whatever will the school governors say if they find out?!"
"I think they might be very pleased we've earned over £6,000," said Audrey the prefect smugly. "And we have another 4 hours to go. We'll be millionaires!"
"Six thousand pounds?" echoed Miss Frobisher. She gazed, slack jawed at all the money in two big buckets, and watched in disbelief as Audrey emptied out her full money bag again. "Oh I say. Hmmm. Well ... I suppose it's all in a good cause. Goodness me - how much more can we earn by the end of the afternoon?"
Audrey did a quick mental calculation. "Considering that we have more girls coming in to offer their services, plus repeat business - the boys are rejoining the queue for another go - I'd say we could make over £15,000."
Miss Frobisher gaped in wonder, for once in her life she was speechless.
"Good afternoon to you my dear Miss Frobisher. May I say what a splendid initiative this is," boomed a voice in her ear.
Miss Frobisher turned to face the chairman of the board of governors, Captain Bertie Banger. "Good afternoon," replied Miss Frobisher weakly. "A splendid initiative? Really?"
"Oh absolutely. Such enterprise! We heard on the radio that the nubile sixth formers of St Agatha's were offering up their bare bottoms to be thrashed in exchange for very reasonable sums of money. I have to say, as I have an appreciation for the more ..." he paused and licked his lips as he stared longingly at Miss Frobisher's gigantic arse, "... for the more well-endowed and mature woman ... I was rather hoping that you yourself might be available?"
"What?! Me?! Oh Captain Banger, it is most kind of you to ask, but I couldn't. I simply couldn't." Could I?
"Oh I rather think you could." Captain Banger had already taken hold of her wrist. Someone had brought more chairs inside the tent. He sat down on one firmly and pulled the unresisting Miss Frobisher over his lap. "It's for a good cause," he reminded her. "It is your duty to participate."
"Since you put it like that - how can I possibly refuse?"
Captain Banger grinned as he hoisted up Miss Frobisher's skirts, revealing her big round bottom covered in some sort of intriguing stretchy red lace. "Divine," he murmured as he hooked his fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled the garment down over her hips and thighs. "Magnificent. Quite magnificent. What wonderfully big beefy buttocks you have. I feel the urge to have a little nibble."
"It will cost you another tenner," said Audrey the prefect.
"Here's twenty," said the enamoured Captain. He lowered his head and nuzzled and nibbled the wobbly buttocks, urged on by the 'Ooo's' and 'Ahhh's' of Miss Frobisher. "Oh yes! I'm in heaven!" he declared as he tore himself free and began to spank her big bottom. It flattened and juddered beneath his ministrations and turned a very pleasing shade of red.
By the end of the afternoon St Agatha's had another £20,000 in the school bank account. Captain Banger was practically bankrupt but said it was worth every penny. And later when Miss Frobisher enthusiastically accepted his proposal of marriage, he was so delighted he danced the hornpipe. As for Fanny Banger, she truly learned to live up to her name.
Lord Godfrey adjusted his spectacles and scanned the letter of introduction. He pursed his lips slightly and stared at the girl standing in front of him, her head bent dutifully in a gesture of humble servitude.
"Alice Fielding. How old are you, girl?"
"Eighteen, Sir."
"And all your family are now deceased?"
"Yes, Sir. All of them, sadly. I need a position, Sir. You will find me a willing and honest worker."
"Hmmmm." Lord Godfrey considered the situation. She wasn't as pretty as the others had been before her; but no matter.
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