Guest Author---Nigel McParr

The One Buck sale continues. In the meantime here is a story by a guest author.

Nigel McParr wrote for several spanking publications in the 1980's. He doesn't have a large body of work as far as I know but what he does have is very entertaining. His tone is reminiscent of some of the early pioneers with mostly domestic and school scenes, frequently in an F/F orientation.


A Day in the DormBy Nigel McParr


It was two AM when Kim let herself into the dorm and tiptoed up to the roomshe'd shared with Nancy since they were freshman. She listened for Nancy'smeasured breathing before she flicked on her bed lamp and stripped off her jeansand top. After removing her bra and panties, she took a second to study herselfin the full length mirror on the closet door. It was the girls' singleconcession to vanity in their plain little room.
Her friends - especially Nancy - said she had a great shape. Her breasts werehigh and full, with a woman's fleshy hips and thighs. Her hair was a lightauburn color, and tended to turn red in the sunlight. She had luminous hazeleyes and a wide full mouth with soft faint lips.
She ran her hand lightly over her breast and down her hip, caressing hergenerous curves. She toyed with her nipples, teasing them until they were hardand erect. Turning slowly in the soft light, she decided she was pleased withthe firm outline of her breasts and the taut line of her belly. "I really dohave nice tits," she murmured before stifling a yawn, stretching and gettinginto bed. She was asleep almost instantly.
The next morning she woke with a start and glanced at her alarm clock. Brightsunlight slanted into the small room. She tore out of bed and ran to the shower.She came out in a half-run toweling herself dry. As she hooked her bra shenoticed the small white envelope sticking out beneath her door.
"Migod! What else can go wrong today?"
Picking up the envelope, she could almost sense its contents. Several timesNancy had tried to warn her about the College's strict disciplinary policy andher extracurricular activities. But she hadn't listened. She tore the envelopeopen and pulled out a small note written in a cramped style:
Report to my office this evening at 6 PM.Mrs. KaneDean, Student Nurses
Kim was terrified. She'd never been summoned to Mrs.Kane's office before butshe'd heard the other girls whispering about the leather strap and paddle shekept in her desk. She grabbed a tissue, dabbed at the wetness in her eyes, anddesperately put on her makeup. She got into her student uniform and began tofeel a little better. It was a two-piece outfit consisting of a tailoredlight-blue cotton dress worn under a crisply starched, white pinafore apron. Theapron had wide straps that criss-crossed in the back. Her uniform always madeher feel like a real nurse when she worked the wards.
The stiffly starched pinafore apron enhanced the already generous curve of herfull bustline. Sometimes while bending over to bathe older male patients, she'dfeel a tentative hand groping for her breasts. If no one else was in the room,their fondling didn't upset her. She knew they were harmless, and she foundtheir light touch warm and stimulating. One quiet night on the ward she'd letone old gentleman unbutton her front and slip his hand inside her bra. Nancy hadlaughed hysterically. She said it would probably speed up his recovery.
Somehow she got through her classes that day and met Nancy back at the dorm.They walked together to the Administration building before Nancy hugged her andleft Kim to enter the building alone. Other than the occasional odd clunk andrattle from deep within the old brick building, she didn't hear a sound. Thebuilding seemed to be completely deserted. She went up four flights of stairsand then down a long, dimly lit corridor to Mrs. Kane's office. There was lightleaking from beneath her door. she drew in a breath and knocked softly.
"You may enter."
Kim didn't know it but Nancy hadn't left. She'd followed Kim straight to Mrs.Kane's office. By the time she got there Kim was already in the lioness' den.Holding her breath, she moved as close as she dared to the outer door of Mrs.Kane's office.
The Dean's office was decorated in a rich but somewhat somber decor. The upperhalves of the walls were covered with a heavily embossed deep red wallpaper.Dark wainscoting ran around the lower walls. There were two leather sofas and anupholstered chair. Rows of filing cabinets were ranked along one wall. A heavyfloor-to-ceiling velvet drape several feet wide covered a portion of the wallbehind the Dean's desk. Kim had heard there was a door behind the drape that ledto what the girls called Mrs. Kane's "Inner Sanctum". There, the girls said, iswhere Mrs. Kane kept her awful leather strap and several springy canes for thosegirls who failed to respond to her paddle. There were potted plants everywhere;on the window sill, the floor and the filing cabinets. The only light in theroom came from a small lamp on the polished oak desk. The rest of the room wasshrouded in semi-darkness.
Mrs. Kane didn't look up when Kim came in. She waved her to a chair in front ofher desk while she continued to write. Kim sat down and took the opportunity tostudy this woman more closely. It had been a long time since she'd been in thisoffice.
Dean Kane was a buxom woman with a stiff no-nonsense matronly air about her. Hertailored white uniform was neatly starched and pressed. A black-banded nursingcap was securely pinned to the back of her head. Her olive complexion contrastedsharply with the dazzling white of her uniform. Seeing her up close Kim stillthought she was an attractive woman. She had a smooth face, framed with darkhair and a small almost petulant mouth. Right now it was pursed as she wrote.Kim could see the first subtle streaks of gray starting to run through her hair.She was wearing frameless glasses that made her large blue eyes look deceptivelykind and soft.
She sighed, and set down her pen. Removing her glasses, she slowly got to herfeet - her chair squeaked in relief as she got up. Kim had no idea she was sotall. She seemed to tower over her. She positioned her fingers on the edge ofher desk, and leaned over the desk to Kim. She had a dark husky almost melodiousvoice.
"Let me tell you, Miss, you may be a senior in good academic standing here, butyou are NOT exempt from our rules! I can expel you like that." She snapped herfingers so hard they almost cracked. "Do you understand?..."
The woman's overriding presence washed over Kim, mesmerizing her. She was a bigwoman with wide shoulders, a heavy bosom and fleshy hips. Her trim waistline andthe tight fit of her uniform accentuated the breadth of her hips and everymotion of her pendulous breasts. Her breasts were straining like water-filledballoons at her bodice, while her nipples practically burst through the stifflystarched fabric of her uniform. And she was not wearing a bra. She'd grown toappreciate the naturally full shape of her heavy breasts and the freedom it gaveher. She paid no attention to the jiggling and swaying of her great bosom. Infact she rather liked the impression it gave to her nursing students. To her itwas like a declaration of her supreme womanhood.
"...So what have you to say for yourself?" Mrs. Kane's voice abruptly jerked Kimback to reality.
Unsure of herself, she squirmed deeper into her seat. Her resolution hadvanished. Her courage had simply melted away in the face of this awesome woman.her voice was weak and quavery.
"Mrs. K-Kane,...I-I've been going out too much. But, I've resolved to stay in mydorm and really hit the books...I mean it. I've already started to break offwith the gang." Her eyes filled with tears. The Dean's expression didn't changeas she handed her a tissue. "My poor aunt - she spent most of her life savingsto pay for my schooling. I just can't let that poor woman down. No punishmentwould be too much. Oh, p-l-e-a-s-e give me one more chance."
Mrs. Kane nodded. "Its against my better judgement, but your concern for youraunt and your penitent attitude may have saved you from expulsion. I'm notconvinced you even considered abandoning your friends until this evening, butnevertheless I'm going to give you another chance."
She looked hard at Kim.
"But you must trust my judgement. To remain here you accept the punishment youdeserve. Is that clear?"
Kim nodded.
"That's settled then."
Outside the door, Nancy sucked in her breath. Here it comes, she thought. But atleast she's not being thrown out.
Mrs. Kane pulled out a desk drawer and took out a large leather-covered paddle.Kim's eyes widened when the woman went to one of the sofas and seated herself onthe middle cushion.
"Strip to your bra and panties - and be quick about it."
"I-I've never been spanked before- "
"Mmm, yes. That's exactly the problem. Now strip to your underwear and comehere." The tone of the Dean's voice made Kim feel small, like a little girl. Shetrembled as she slowly removed her uniform, shoes and nylons and crossed theroom to the Dean, standing before her in her underwear. Mrs. Kane smoothed herstarched uniform over her knees and then lowered Kim's panties down to herankles. In one smooth motion she took the shaking girl over her lap, placingKim's plump buttocks into perfect spanking position. She pinned the girl'swrists behind her back.
Kim shivered again - she felt like a trussed pig being readied for slaughter. Asshe lay across Mrs. Kane's lap, the warmth of her thighs and the pressure of herheavy breasts calmed her. For one small moment her fear disappeared.
She didn't know it, but the Dean was simply assessing her bare bottom. As firmand ample as it was, she concluded the girl could easily handle fifty or morehard paddle strokes. But since tonight was to be her initiation, she'd hold itto something less, perhaps forty. Next week, the girl would receive the fullmeasure of her paddle.
As Mrs. Kane raised her paddle, Kim could feel the shift of her heavy breastsand thighs. She braced herself just before the first stroke landed with a cleanhard crack on one creamy buttock. The second stroke landed even harder on theother buttock. She began to squirm and kick as she tried to escape pain she'dnever felt before.
The Dean frowned, there would be none of this nonsense. She gave her severalhard smacks that really made the senior howl. "Settle down. I'm just starting towarm your insolent backside. Any more kicking and I'll really give you somethingto cry about."
Dean Kane had spanked and strapped hundreds of her students. She could wieldboth paddle and strap with complete and unabashed authority. It was a painfulreminder to Kim of what she'd done. The thick leather paddle spanked and spankedher, smacking and cracking on her buttocks as if it were a natural extension ofthe Dean's arm. Each stroke sank deep into Kim's cheeks, jiggling and burningthem. The marks produced by each application of the paddle slowly grew until herbackside was covered with a single glowing scarlet patch.
Kim was doing her best to be silent, but as the paddling continued, the pain gotworse. She simply couldn't hold back her tears. It was not only painful, buthumiliating and frustrating to be spanked like a little girl. She squealed andhowled at the sound and fury of Mrs. Kane's big paddle, but it continued to biteinto her cheeks, increasing their scarlet hue. She twisted her head around tolook at the Dean.
"Ma'am, please. It stings...and...burns. I'm s-sorry. I'll behave. Please let meup.O-o-o-g-h, please won't you stop?"
The Dean smiled quietly to herself. The paddle had never failed her. She washearing what she wanted to hear from her naughty student. The paddle had brokenthrough the girl's tough outer veneer and was working inside now, where itcounted. Tears were an important part of her disciplinary regimen.
Outside in the hallway, Nancy was also in tears. Listening to the steady smacksmack of Mrs. Kane's paddle and poor Kim's cries and moans were unsettling forher. She could hardly contain her emotions. She would try to make it up to herwhen she returned to the dorm. She decided she'd better leave. She had no ideahow Kim would react if she knew she'd been eavesdropping.
The Dean gave Kim five more well-placed and hard strokes before she finally puther paddle down and let the shaking girl slide off her broad lap. She told hershe'd taken her paddling well, but this was only the first one. She'd want tosee her again. There was still more work to be done. Kim listened through hertears, wondering what she'd let herself in for.
As Kim left the office, she heard footsteps at the end of the darkened corridor.Glancing down the dim corridor, she saw a slender figure in a student's uniformdisappearing down the stairs.
"Nancy!"

Kim didn't bother to chase Nancy. After the terrible paddling she'd justreceived from Mrs. Kane, her backside was in no condition to run after her. Shewalked slowly and painfully back to the dorm. When she entered her dorm room,Nancy was laying on her bed, still in her uniform, reading a text book. Her facewas flushed and she was breathing hard. She glanced up at Kim with a questioninglook on her face but Kim didn't push it. She knew Nancy would confess. Right nowall she wanted was relief from her burning buttocks. She rubbed her sore cheeksand looked over at Nancy.
"She spanked me! That horrible woman - Dean Kane - made me feel like a littlegirl. She took me over her lap and spanked me with an awful leather paddle.Damn! It really hurt. I was so humiliated. She treated me like I was in gradeschool."
Kim crossed the room and eased herself down on Nancy's bed. "O-o-o-g-h, ith-u-u-r-ts. Just to sit it hurts."
Nancy took her friend's hand. "It must have been terrible. Did you see thevelvet drape?"
"Yes, but she didn't take me behind it. She wants me to return every week untilSHE decides I've had enough correction. I wasn't sure when I left her office Iwas still going to go through with this. I'm finding out I don't like beingunder someone else's control. But she holds all the cards. I guess I'll stick itout."
She rubbed her backside again. Damn! That hurt. Have you ever been spanked -with a paddle? My butt is still on fire."
Nancy laid her book down, sat up and kissed Kim gently on her cheek. "Dearpathetic Kim, you look so forlorn. I never told you this, but my mother spankedme until the day I left home. When I was really bad, she spanked me with herhairbrush and then I went over Dad's lap for a hand spanking too! Its odd, but Imiss those spankings. Is that strange or what?"
She looked deep into Kim's eyes. Did she understand? She thought she saw aflicker of interest, but she wasn't sure. She wanted to tell her everything -why her mother had been compelled to spank her so often.
"Get the unguent from the medicine chest. I need a good rubdown." Kim got upslowly, and began to undress.
Nancy catapulted out of bed and ran to the bathroom. When she returned, Kim wasdown to her bra and panties. She pulled her panties down to expose her flamingred buttocks. Nancy went weak at the sight of Kim casually exposing hervoluptuous buttocks to her. She'd have traded places with Kim in a minute toreceive a spanking like that. Seeing Kim's reddened backside, flooded her withhigh school memories: summer trysts with her girlfriend up the street, gettingcaught together, the sharp angry sting of her mother's hairbrush. How she'dsavored the afterglow of those spankings. Her hands began to shake as she openedthe tube of cream. She'd never been allowed to touch Kim's buttocks before.
Kim was stretched out face down and naked on her bed. "Rub it in good," shemurmured.
Nancy squeezed a length of the ointment into her hand and began to massage Kim'ssore cheeks and thighs. She was surprised to hear Kim murmur that she liked hertouch. As she kneaded the firm reddened flesh of Kim's buttocks, going as deepas she dared between her inner thighs, she closed her eyes and relived Kim'spaddling. She could recall every stroke, her anguished cries, the smacks of thepaddle, Mrs. Kane's words. For a few moments she was Kim.
Kim twisted her head around. "Nancy, you have a wonderful touch. That feels sogood. You're going to make a great nurse." Half asleep, she said, "Say, have younoticed Mrs. Kane's breasts? They felt like pillows when she spanked me."
Nancy giggled. "Yes. they're like big melons. And she never wears a braunderneath those horribly tight uniforms." She paused. "Kim, there's something Imust tell you. If I don't, I won't be able to forgive myself. I-I was outsideMrs. Kane's door tonight -the whole time. I heard everything. I just couldn'tstay away. I had to be there with you. And since I couldn't go in with you, Istood outside and listened. It was my way of sharing in your pain. Can youforgive me?"
Kim didn't doubt Nancy's concern for her well-being. No, that was pure Nancy.But she was beginning to see that Nancy wasn't kidding about missing herparents' discipline. This girl wanted to be spanked. She twisted her head aroundagain and looked at Nancy. She could feel the first stirrings of her ownmetamorphosis. Her latent dominance was stirring and for the first time she feltits roar.
"I understand your concern, but you eavesdropped on me, you little brat!" Kimrolled over to face her room mate in time to see her room mate blanch. "I'mbeginning to think what you need is a return to an old fashioned regimen ofspankings. I'm not your mother, but I'll bet I can spank that backside of yoursjust as well."
Kim sat up. She was eye-to-eye with Nancy now. but Nancy couldn't maintain Kim'sstare. She held her hands and dropped her eyes to the floor. A pouty look spreadover her face. For a second she looked so adorable, Kim wasn't so sure she couldspank her. At the same time, Nancy's little girl response empowered her, urgingher to go ahead. Kim swung her legs over the bed and patted her bare thighs.
"Come here, miss. You've been a bad girl, listening where you had no business.You're going over your mother's lap."As Nancy shyly approached her, Kim found herself slipping into the role ofNancy's surrogate mother.
"Get out of that uniform, young lady. This will be a bare bottom spanking."
Kim watched Nancy get out of her starched pinafore, dress and slip. When she wasdown to her bra and thin white cotton panties, Kim unhooked her bra and droppedit to the floor. Just like her mother might have done, Kim inserted her handinside the waistband of Nancy's panties and slid them down to her ankles. Shelooked up at the girl just in time to see a deep rosy blush spreading over herface. Kim nodded approvingly.
"After what you did, you should blush. You ought to be ashamed of yourself."With that she gave Nancy a sharp open-handed crack with the palm of her hand.The strength of the spank surprised them both. Kim was clearly enjoying her newrole and Nancy's transformation into such a passive young lady.
She had a young woman's peach-hued complexion, and sharply defined, delicatefeatures. Unlike Kim who was full-busted and voluptuous, Nancy's breasts weresmall and firm with tiny hard pink nipples. She had pitch black hair, largebrown eyes and a pert red mouth. Her waistline was ridiculously small. Herinordinately plump buttocks tapered into slender thighs and long shapely legs.
Kim gave her a maternal frown. "Over my lap, you naughty girl."
Nancy didn't resist Kim as she was taken over her lap. She was barely in placewhen Kim's hand came down in a flash and sank with a loud splat into Nancy'sspringy cheek. She immediately followed that with another good spank. Twobright-red hand prints suddenly appeared on Nancy's alabaster backside. Shebegan to squirm and kick. Kim let her have several more good bare-handed smacks.

"Stop that squirming, this instant!" Kim surprised herself again. "Or I'llreally give you something to cry about."
Kim could feel the power rushing through her as she administered the noisyspanking. She relished the power she held over this slim and attractive girl.Nancy's pitiful protests and her reddening backside fueled her drive to give hera spanking she wouldn't soon forget. The harder she spanked the girl the moreNancy regressed into the little girl state.
"O-o-o-g-h! M-Mother, I'll behave. No m-m-more playing with girls. A-a-a-r-g-h!I-I promise. Please, stop!"
Down the hall, there were three seniors and a lone freshman standing in thehall, listening to Nancy's whining pleas and the sharp crack of Kim's hand. Thefreshman had been trying to pass and was now being held in check by the seniors."I hear Kim really got it from Mrs. Kane tonight-"
"Sounds to me like she's taking it out on poor Nancy."
"Poor Nancy! That little brunette bitch deserves it. She's nothing but a slut."
"She probably tried to get into bed with Kim tonight." They all laughed. Thefreshman wondered about her fate.
"Migod, she's really getting it."
"Speaking of getting it, this little one is overdue." The tall blonde seniorwith her hair in braids looked at the freshman, a short plump blonde. She wentpale and tried to back away.
"Take her into my room," the tall blonde ordered.
The other two seniors grabbed her and escorted her into the blonde's room. Sheslammed the door shut, but the freshman didn't protest - she knew better thanthat. As the three seniors removed her uniform, they made an elaborate ritualout of taking off the freshman's underwear. She blushed scarlet as the twoseniors knelt and slowly worked her panties down over her heavy hips while thetall blonde aggressively fondled and stroked her plump sex and soft innerthighs.
"Unhook her bra."
One of the girls got to her feet and unsnapped the bra. The sheer weight of herbreasts as they were freed pulled the bra straps off her shoulders. The tallblonde who wore her hair in thick braids was obviously the leader. She cuppedthe freshman's breasts and nodded. She was satisfied with their fullness. Likejackals the other two seniors held back and waited. They wanted to take the girlbut they didn't dare touch her without the blonde's permission. Meanwhile thefreshman was forced to stand naked and shivering while the tall blonde probedand examined every inch of and orifice of her body.
She finally nodded. "She'll stay with me tonight. Get the paddle and put her onthe bed."
The two seniors threw the girl on the bed, face down and pinned her legs andarms securely between them while the tall blonde picked up the sorority paddleand approached the bed. With both hands on the paddle, she began to fiercelyspank the freshman's plump cheeks. When she was tired, she gave the paddle toone of the other seniors. All three girls took their turns spanking the girl'sripe buttocks. They did not intend to stop until her backside was close toblistering. They ignored the poor girl's shrieks and screams, spanking her untilshe was reduced to uncontrollable sobbing. She was crying so hard she couldn'tspeak when they finally let her up. Her backside had been paddled to a deepmaroon color. It was welted and striped. When she tried to put on her pantiesthe blonde ordered her restrained again."Hold it! We're not through with you yet. How would you like to get anotherpaddling tomorrow night?"
"N-No! I've had enough," the girl responded between sobs.
"We'll make a deal. You clean our rooms and do our laundry for the rest of thisyear and we'll see that you're not paddled again. Otherwise, its going to bebottoms up every night for the rest of the year."
"A-Alright. I'll do it."
The blonde senior nodded. "Good. You can start tonight with my room. There's oneother detail. When you are performing your maid services, you will this apron,and nothing else!" She held out a tiny white organdy see-through apron.
The freshman shook her head. "No! I won't do it."
"Put her back on the bed again, girls. This time I'll teach her to say yes."
They grabbed and spread-eagled her again on the bed while the blonde senior laidanother twenty-five strokes onto her already scarlet cheeks. When she wasfinished, the freshman's bottom was beginning to blister.
"Now will you do as you're told?" The blonde held out the tiny apron again.
"Yes," she blubbered. "I-I'll wear the a-apron."
"Good." She waved the two seniors out of her room. "That's enough excitement forone night."
The last thing the girls saw as they left their classmate's room was the tallblonde taking the sobbing freshman into her arms and kissing her full on herlips while she fondled the heavy fullness of the younger girl's breasts.
Down the hall Kim and Nancy's room was quiet. Nancy was stretched out on herbed. Kim was sitting beside her. Nancy was looking up at Kim.
"I suppose the whole dorm knows you spanked me. But honestly, Kim, I-"
Kim leaned down and pressed her finger to Nancy's lips. "Hush. Don't say athing. Your mother understood and so do I. I think we're both beginning tounderstand who we really are." She laid her hand over Nancy's and closed hereyes for a second.
Nancy was crying softly. "Kim, From now on-"
"Come to mamma," Kim whispered and put her best friend to her breast. When Nancyfound her hard nipple and began to suck, tiny shivers of delight shot throughher breast. She lifted Nancy's wet face to hers and softly kissed her. The wettaste of her lingered on her lips as she slid into bed alongside her slenderroom mate.