It is the last hour of school for the week, and the students are anxiously waiting for the dismissal bell to ring. The teachers have handed out the fi...al papers of the week, and are waiting just as anxiously for that bell to dismiss everyone for the weekend. In Miss Andrews’ class, the seniors are poised to launch themselves at the door. Melissa is sitting behind her desk, watching the young adults, while trying to pretend she is busy preparing for next weeks lessons. The clock has counted down. When the guards saw the young blonde girl walk up, they didn’t notice her stars. They assumed she was a very young lieutenant, and studiously ignored her. Normally, Kelly was embarrassed by her rank. However, she was with a field marshal in the Red Army. She went to the desk where there were a captain and four enlisted men. She stood in front of the desk for a moment and then ordered, “AttenTION!”Taken by surprise the men jumped to their feet. Only then did they realize that the young woman was. Anger? I fished the can opener out of my rucksack, held it up to show her. She looked at the enticing picture of the sliced peaches on the can, licked her lips. She nodded, didn’t move. I went in first. In the darkened storeroom we were out of sight from the street but I could still see out. It was trashed, like everywhere else in this godforsaken city. We found a place to squat and I cranked open the fruit. The smell was maddening. I grabbed a slice with my fingers and wolfed it down, then. "Stand in your corner and face the wall bitch!" I snapped. "Now begin!"Karen Immediately moved to her special corner and the first slap of the paddle hit her on her right cheek, a pink flushed area began to appear; "I said both cheeks!" I reminded her.She spanked her self again, this time making sure she hit across both cheeks; "One, your slut is sorry for offending you master!" she responded."That's better slut" I replied.Karen then administered the twelve slaps as requested counting them out.