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The assistants at the reform school just across the Rio Grande brought Dan to the punishment room. It appears that Dan and some accomplices liked to raise hell in their neighborhood. They thought it was fun to watch their neighbors frantically work to remove the spray-painted slogans and slurs. Dan and his cohorts also got a big thrill from barreling down the neighborhood streets all hours of the night with their car stereos blaring and thumping. Some of the neoghbors, in their attempt to restore the area to a semi-peaceful state, diligently gathered evidence, and the hell-raisers were eventually caught.
In order to avoid being sued by the many victims, Dan agreed to a stay at the reform school where, it was emphasized, he would learn about discipline.
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Dan was sentenced to six months, which could be extended if his cooperation was not judged to be acceptable. The two assistants at the school, Sylvia Verdugo and Ilona Blanca, led Dan, with his hands cuffed behind his back, over to the punishment table. They bent Dan over the structure and fastened a strap around his waist so that he was bound to the table.
Then his hands were released and fastened to the front of the structure. Miss Blanca picked up the phone, pressed a few s on the keypad and spoke to her boss.
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A few moments later Dan heard the door open and the sound of high heels slowly clip-clopping. Miss Fonseca stopped when she was immediately behind him. Then his briefs were suddenly and expertly pulled down by this person he had not yet seen. Then she gave him a hard, twisting pinch on his left buttock.
Dan yelped when he felt the intensity of the pain. Miss Fonseca continued the lecture. Your pretty little bottom is very tender. I doubt that you were spanked at all. Ay, Dios, save us from the baby boomers and their per- missive feel-good society! Verdugo, bring me the cane!
Sylvia Verdugo sprang up and fetched the yellow, whippy cane from the instruments hanging on the wall, and presented it to Miss Fonseca, who proceeded to walk around to where she could see her new arrival face to face. For the first time, Dan saw the woman whose voice had lectured him.
She appeared to be in her thirties, slightly bow-legged, and wore a red blouse and a blue denim skirt. Her hair was black and straight, grace- fully flowing down below her shoulders.
Flexing the cane back and forth, she d her lecture. I notice your file says that one of the houses you spray-painted was where a schoolteacher lives. One more thing, mister. Miss Fonseca slowly and deliberately walked over to take her position as punisher. The hapless student immediately stiffened when the instrument of his fustigation made contact. Dan, never having felt that kind of punishment before, was astounded that something could hurt that much. He reacted by shouting, frantically struggling, shaking his head from side to side, and begging for relief.
Miss Fonseca, of course, ignored his pleading. When she had given him ten strokes, she paused. Miss Fonseca d her lecturing. Miss Fonseca showed no mercy as she administered the next ten cane strokes.
Punishment in the border town reform school
She then handed the cane to Miss Verdugo and calmly left the room. They then escorted him, with his briefs still down, back to his room for confinement before releasing his hands. A few days later, Dan was being escorted back to the punishment room by Sylvia Verdugo and Ilona Blanca.
They bound the obviously nervous young man the the punishment structure as before, and checked all the bindings to make sure that they would not loosen.
Anna Fonseca entered the room and stood a few feet in front of Dan, with her hands on her hips. According to the court papers, some of the neighbors talked with your parents about this and they politely asked you to stop it. Instead of having consideration for other people, you were defiant and decided to show them a thing or two by making more noise.
I think you must have more money than brains. One of your neighbors gathered proof of your noisemaking by forsaking many hours of sleep to catch you on film.
Verdugo, I want you to give him his paddling. Get the oak paddle and get ready. Sylvia smiled slightly, retrieved the hardwood paddle, walked over behind the captive young man, and pulled down his briefs. Anna Fonseca had considerable experience, and knew exactly what she was doing.
A scarce few seconds later Sylvia, with lips parted and teeth clenched, delivered the second stroke.
Dan gritted his teeth in silent determination. Just as the pain crested to its peak, Sylvia delivered the third strong stroke. With each successive stroke, it was immensely more difficult for Dan to restrain his urge to cry out and plead. By the eighth stroke, he was frantically struggling at his restraints and trying to choke back his expressions of anguish. Dan sighed with relief, although he was angry and resentful at Miss Fonseca for ordering the latest punishment, and glared at her.
And when you were asked not to do it, you did it even more out of spite. Verdugo, ten more!
Dan shot an angry look at Miss Fonseca, knowing the inevitability of his continued punishment. Sylvia was skilled at using the paddle, and timed the strokes so that when the fiery sensation of a stroke was at its highest, she commenced the remainder of the paddling. After three of the strokes, Dan let loose with a string of profanities addressed at Miss Fonseca, the young woman wielding the paddle, the school, and the world in general.
His tears were those born of frustration, humiliation and rage rather than the pain of the paddling, which had merely stimulated them. Anna Fonseca showed no shock or emotion as Dan was venting, having heard it all before. She knew it would need to come to this, and beyond, in order to reach the bound and angry inmate.
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Think of the helplessness of the people you deliberately annoyed during the night with your car stereo full blast, and turning on your car alarm too. After a few minutes of this, Sylvia stopped and sat down, knowing the routine.
After the ferocious paddling, he was going to be caned! He started to protest. Not again! No, not the cane! She paddled me!
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No, not now! Miss Fonseca said nothing as Ilona Blanca fetched the long, whippy cane, whisked it through the air a few times, and took her position.
She calmly looked toward Miss Fonseca for direction. The distraught male interspersed his expressions of distress with entreaties to stop, while the caning inexorably continued. At the end, he was weeping copiously, not from rage, not from helplessness, but from the fiery pain of the caning. Anna spoke to him.
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She stops when I want her to. It is no lie, when you boom through your neighborhood at night, your victims feel the same way you did. Several weeks and many punishment room sessions later, Dan was surprised to see Miss Fonseca being let into his room. He was in his briefs because of the rule at the reform school that restricted the students to being constantly at that stage of undress. In a way he was glad to see her because he was very lonely, not having much contact with other people at the institution.
Also he feared her, because of his past experiences in the punishment room. Miss Fonseca seated herself and appeared to be in a fair mood. She asked him to tell her how his values clarification classes were progressing, and they talked a little about that. Suddenly, Anna got up and sat immediately next to him.
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He was becoming quite nervous. She sat there without saying anything for a few moments, and then said something that shocked him. All the details. How the hell does she know? He had bragged enough to his friends about the sexual conquest and the power trip that went with it.
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