Chapter Four
After a few minutes the dazed new student was helped to her feet, where she nearly swooned as the blood rushed from her head and pooled in her throbbing rear end. Mistress Frances was prepared for this eventuality, having spanked hundreds of young ladies from a culture in which fainting was a common reaction to stressful circumstances of all sorts. She caught Amelia by the shoulders and eased her into the chair the domme had pulled up, correctly assessing that the sudden pain of sitting on such a well-spanked pair of buttocks would work better than the most pungent smelling salts in reviving the comely blonde initiate to the ways of the Institute.
A glass of a cordial was poured by Frances for each of them, which the young noblewoman drank down gratefully. And then the Head
