27 June 2011

So You Want A Spanking?

Here is a story that involves sexual intimacy. I'm assuming it is a real life story but it could well be a fantasy too. You can make your own mind up.

"So you think you want a spanking, eh?" she said as I stared down at the carpet in front of me.


I was standing in the middle of the room wearing only a pair of briefs holding my box of spanking toys. My penis was already bulging in the briefs and I could feel it begin to swell. I felt ashamed and embarrassed standing there like a little boy, yet the excitement had my skin tingling.

"Well, I just asked you a question. Answer me."

"Yes . . ." I stammered quietly too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I want a spanking," I whispered, looking up and meeting her eyes then quickly looking back down at the carpet.

She just sat there looking at me. "I¹m not sure you understand what you¹re getting yourself into. You probably think I¹ll give you a few smacks on your ass then let you fuck me. Is that it? That¹s really what your after, isn¹t it? You¹re just a horny little prick that wants to get laid, right?"

I was shocked that she just said that. I didn¹t know what to say and as I attempted to respond nothing came out.

"Answer me!"

Flinching, I took a quick breath, my hands moving to cover my hard on. "I¹m not a prick."

"Well, are you here to get spanked or to get laid?" She waited for my response as I shifted back and forth from one foot to another. "That¹s it ... . Please get out of here," she said.

"Why?" I asked whining.

"Why? Because I¹m tired of asking you questions that you don¹t answer, for one thing. And because I don¹t really want to waste my time. I¹m not in the mood for your stupid games. I smack your ass then I let you fuck me. What¹s in it for me? Forget it. Go jerk off upstairs."

I was crushed and I knew it showed on my face. "Please . . . " I pleaded softly. "Please give me another chance."

She just sat there looking up at me. My head was hung and my penis had gone soft. I felt like a little boy caught in a lie and waiting for the scolding.

"Put your hands at your sides." She said firmly. "From now on you¹ll address me as ŒMa¹am¹. Do you understand?" She asked looking at the outline of my penis and balls against the form-fitting briefs.

"Yes, ma¹am." I said with shame, the excitement building in me again as I felt my penis begin to stir.

"Just because you¹re horny doesn¹t mean I am, you know. Just because you want to get fucked doesn¹t mean you deserve it . . . You say you want a spanking, well I just may decide to give you one after all. Maybe if you¹re good, we¹ll see what else happens, but first I want you to ask me for a spanking. And you better ask nicely or you can forget it . . . you can go upstairs and jerk yourself off thinking about it." She stared into my eyes and looked me up and down pausing to notice my hard on straining through my briefs.

"Please spank me, ma¹am, " I whispered.

"What was that?" she asked, looking away from my bulging penis and into my eyes.

"P-p-please spank me, ma¹am. I need you to spank me." I said a little louder and looking back into her eyes.

She didn¹t respond, letting my plea hang out there unanswered for a few seconds. "Okay, I¹ll agree to spank you, but I¹m warning you . . . this will not be a playful one. I¹m going to spank you hard." She said standing up and circling me, her eyes inspecting me. Her hand reached out and gently stroked my penis and balls straining beneath my briefs. Then she reached out and slapped me hard on the behind. I jumped in surprise and shock. Standing behind me she leaned forward towards my ear, "I¹m not going to fool around anymore. You¹ve asked for a spanking and that is what you¹re going to get, you little prick. Once we start there is no turning back, so this is your last chance to back out. If you decide to stay, understand, you better be ready to do anything and everything I tell you to, not matter what it is, or I¹ll punish you severely. So what¹s it going to be?"

"I. . . I understand, ma¹am. I want to be spanked," I replied nervously, my skin tingling with excitement and fear.

She walked around me, her hand trailing over my body. She reached up and pinched my nipples hard, twisting them before she let go. Placing a chair in front of me she said, "Bend over and grab the sides of the chair."

"Yes, ma¹am." I replied bending over and grasping onto the sides of the chair seat.

"Spread your legs apart." I responded by moving my feet apart, arching my butt into the air towards her. She reached into my box and retrieved the rosewood paddle. I couldn¹t see because I was afraid to look over my shoulder but I heard her run her hand along the smooth surface. I tensed in fear as I knew the paddle would hurt quite a bit and wasn¹t the sort of thing I had been spanked with before without some kind of warm-up. I struggled wanting to ask her to start with something milder but realized this was exactly what she had just warned me about. I had agreed to submit to this spanking as she saw fit and so desired to give me.

Crack! The paddle landed across both my cheeks startling me and stinging like a swarm of hornets. I gasped feeling my knees give out when I felt another stinging blow, this one a little lower. I yelped in pain struggling to regain my balance and fill my lungs with oxygen. She delivered five more blows to my backside, each one hitting a different spot until my whole behind felt inflamed and burned.

"I like the way you take your spanking, prick." She said running her hand over my behind feeling the glowing heat beneath my briefs. She reached between my legs and cupped my balls, giving them a firm squeeze before running her fingers back towards my anus; pausing to gently press against it¹s puckered flesh beneath the fabric of my briefs.

I gasped feeling my knees sag under her touch. "Let¹s pull these down to get a better look at you. Stand up. " As I stood up, she sat down in the chair, my throbbing penis straining against the thin fabric keeping it from her face.

"Hmm . . . You¹re not enjoying this, are you?" she asked sarcastically, eyeing the bulge. She reached up and pulled my briefs down, my hard on springing free of the restraint. She quickly bent me over her lap and delivered ten quick smacks with her bare hand saying, "Next time I ask you a question, I expect a response."

"I¹m sorry, ma¹am, " I gasped. "I¹ll answer whatever you ask. Please give
me a minute, my behind really hurts." I begged. I felt as though my behind
was glowing. The heat from it made my penis stir and swell in arousal.

She spread my legs apart and I felt the cool air on the base of my balls. I was embarrassed by this lack of modesty. If anyone walked up to our house, they would see me lying there over her lap with everything exposed and my behind flaming red. She stroked my balls with her fingers running them up the crack of my behind lightly brushing my anus. My penis throbbed; the different sensations and emotions battling within me ­ embarrassment, shame, pain, arousal, excitement. They flooded within me creating a wave that washed over me.

"My aren¹t we horny. Let¹s see what we can do about that," her tone was mocking with a hint of menace. "Hmm, what do we do with bad boys who get hard from their spankings?" She stroked my erect penis and balls with her fingers. I groaned in response. "I know. I think you deserve a taste of the hairbrush now." She produced the wooden hairbrush and rubbed it over my behind. "For this part of your spanking, I¹m going to give you 100 strokes from the hairbrush. This will hurt and I expect you to stay in place otherwise I will start over from the beginning."

"Ma¹am, please, I don¹t think I can take 100 strokes, " I meekly protested, afraid to anger her.

"Oh yes you will. If you move off my lap or attempt to cover your bottom I¹ll give you 100 more plus 100 with the strap," she warned menacingly as she pinned me between her legs thrusting my behind in the air awaiting her.

I shuddered in fear and anticipation. I could feel my penis pressing against her stocking covered thigh. She was enjoying this, too. I could tell because her panties were damp as they pressed against my left thigh.

"Ready?"

I whimpered pitifully, trembling with anticipation.

"Ready?" she asked again, this time more pointedly.

"Yes, ma¹am!" I said quickly.

Immediately she started to spank me. Using good firm swats, she covered every square inch of my helpless bottom, making sure to give the fleshy undersides of my cheeks extra attention. I jumped and squirmed against her smacks. Varying the intensity and speed of the smacks she was able to keep me from settling into a rhythm. She gave 3 hard strokes spaced apart by 4-5 seconds then she gave 6 lighter swats in rapid fire over my entire behind. As I squirmed she grabbed my right wrist and held it against behind my back so I couldn¹t cover up.

I tensed and released in response to her tempo almost like an instrument she played in a symphony. My struggles and cries gave way to acceptance and groans and I felt myself submit to her punishment. My penis raged against her thigh as it rubbed back and forth with each smack. I came close to coming on her thigh but she finished the spanking just short of my release.

She rubbed my behind gently, parting my legs she ran her fingers down to gently squeeze my balls and stroke my penis. "Stand up!" she said pushing me off her lap.

As I stood in front of her, my penis was inches from her mouth. It strained to reach her lips and her warm tongue. "Are you still horny?" she questioned, her hot breathe on my penis.

"Yes, ma¹am!" I replied with a degree of shame and excitement, unable to meet her eyes.

"And do you want something?"

"Yes, ma¹am . . . . .I want to fuck you. Please let me fuck you!" I begged.

"I don¹t think you were good enough to deserve that, " she said quietly. "I want you to get on your knees and thank me for your spanking instead. And when I come, I want you to lick my pussy clean. . . "

She paused for a few seconds as her order sunk in.

"Do it now, prick!"

Instantly I dropped to my knees and leaned forward, gently pulling her moist panties off. I could smell the musky aroma of her wet pussy, the smell intoxicating. Without hesitation, I leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh, running my tongue towards her moist warmth. I drew in her aroma deeply as it made me light-headed, then I dove in lapping her sweet juices as they filled my mouth.

She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her pussy. I was in heaven. I felt her body tense and I knew she was close to coming. After a few moments she grasped a handful of my hair in each hand as she screamed,

"I¹m coming. Eat my pussy!" Her juices flooded out and I eagerly swallowed them up, attentively lapping at her wonderful flavor, making sure to clean the sticky mess from her beautiful pussy.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, lost in time, oblivious to anything else
but the orgasm wave that washed over her and engulfed her . . . me gently
lapping at her wonderful pussy, savoring the taste of her pleasure.

After a few minutes she regained her senses and opened her eyes. She let go of my hair and I gently lifted my head from her wet pussy. She looked at me, her eyes full of content and satisfaction. She glanced down at my erect penis straining from the excitement.

"That was very good, prick. I liked it a lot, " she said softly. "Are you still horny?"

"Yes, ma¹am!" I whispered desperately.

"And what do you want?" she asked.

"I want you to make me come. Please make me come!" I gasped.

"Stand up, "she ordered.

Immediately, I complied, holding my arms at my sides. It was awkward standing in front of her aroused as I was; I couldn¹t look into her eyes.

"Make yourself come while I watch, " she instructed. "I want to see you
masturbate."

"No. . . Please!" I begged, briefly looking up into her eyes. "I . . .I
can¹t. Please!"

She gazed up at me and waited a few seconds before responding. "Do I have
to spank you again?" She quietly asked staring into my eyes.

"No, ma¹am. I¹ll do as you ask," I whispered, grasping my penis with my left hand and closing my eyes tightly. I gently stroked, varying my grasp and the placement of my hand on my penis. I opened my eyes to see her staring at me, enjoying the show. She wore a devilish smirk on her face as her hand gently crept down to her pussy and lightly caressed herself. I felt the pressure build deep within me and I breathed in deeply.

"Mmmmmmmm," I groaned softly increasing the intensity of my stroking.

"Are you going to come?" she asked.

"Yes, ma¹am! I¹m going to come, " I responded desperately.

"I want you to come into my hand and don¹t waste a drop or I will punish you severely for wasting my gift," she demanded. She reached out and placed her cupped hands in front of my penis. I grunted and bucked as I felt my knees give way under me. My hot cum burned as it spurted out the tip of my penis. I desperately struggled to maintain control of my senses so I did not miss her hands and waste any of my cum. It pooled in her cupped hands as I spasmed from my orgasm.

She took her finger and wiped the tip of my penis, collecting a drop of cum on her fingertip. "Mmmmmm, " she said. "Such a nice gift," she said as she sucked the drop from her fingertip and looked up at me.

"Come here," she said, motioning me down towards her seated in the chair. "Are you still horny?"

I knelt in front of her and looked into her eyes, "No, ma¹am." I responded. "Thank you!"

"Well, there still is one thing I want you to do."

"Yes, ma¹am! Anything you wish, ma¹am." I responded.

"Good, " she said as she leaned back into the chair. She brought her cupped hands filled with my cum to her pussy and wiped them clean, spreading my cum on her pussy, her pussy hair, and the inside of her legs.

"I want you to clean me off, my little prick," she ordered. "Clean every drop off with your tongue. If you miss any I¹ll bend you over the couch and take the strap to your ass!"

I looked at her and down at her pussy all sticky from my cum. I was embarrassed and humiliated to be licking my own cum off of her, but I also wanted to please her. I wanted to serve her and bring her pleasure. I remembered my agreement to do what she asked. Clearly now, my humiliation brought her pleasure; it brought me pleasure and excitement, too. I felt my body abuzz with electricity. I looked into her eyes and leaned forward to clean the sticky, salty mess from her.

Pippa's Punishment

This is one of those stories that I read many many years ago that has always stuck with  me. surly a sign of a great piece of writing.

Philippa Courtenay, who preferred to be known as Pippa, was the eighteen year old daughter of Robert Courtenay, the headmaster of Radley Court Preparatory School. She was studying History at college, but stayed at the school during her holidays.  Since colleges are more generous with their vacations than prep schools Pippa was often at the school during term time.



Pippa was a good looking girl with a soft, delicate prettiness. She had light brown hair tied back in a neat pony-tail and blue eyes that often sparkled with mischief. Many girls of her age would have found life at as boys' prep school quite boring, but Pippa was prepared to find enjoyment in anything at all.

She knew that the eldest boys, thirteen and fourteen year olds, were quite old enough to find her attractive and she deliberately teased them by smiling seductively at them or wiggling her pretty bottom in their direction.  Once or twice she had even favoured some senior boys with a kiss - 'a proper kiss with the tongue and everything' - but she would not have dreamed of going any further.

Although the boys found her irresistibly attractive - she had no competition after all except for the middle-aged teacher Mrs Mills and her own mother - they knew she was just teasing them and was not to be trusted.

Once a boy called Robert Barker had been caught with her out of bounds - she had asked him out for a walk saying she would give him a kiss. When they had been caught Pippa said that she had only just met him.  Gallantly Barker didn't deny it and said that he'd broken bounds by himself to go to the shops. He received six of the best from Mr Courtenay's cane and was no longer so attracted to Pippa.

This incident revived some speculation amongst the boys. Why had Pippa lied if not to avoid punishment herself?  Would Mr Courtenay have caned her as well if he'd known the truth?

There was a tradition, passed down from one year to the next, that Pippa was caned by her father in her bedroom. But although they would have liked to believe it, it seemed unlikely to the boys in the senior dormitory. Pippa's room was immediately above theirs and none of them had ever heard her being caned.

The truth of the matter was as follows. Pippa had never been caned but up until she had been twelve or thirteen she had been slippered by her father when she'd been particularly naughty. Five or six years is a long time in prep school life, the most senior boys had just been completely new then, and the story of her slipperings had been corrupted by transmission into canings.

One evening Pippa, dressed provocatively in a figure-hugging T-shirt and tight faded-denim jeans, came into the senior dorm as the boys were washing and getting ready for bed. One of the boys, Barry Cronin, had visited Mr Courtenay's study earlier that day and as he lowered his shorts some boys gathered to inspect the marks left by the headmaster's cane. Pippa joined the group and drew a deep breath.

"Gosh!  Did my dad do that? I bet it hurts! Come on, I'll give you a kiss if you'll let me feel the marks!"

As she made these remarks some of the boys noticed her father standing in the doorway. Pippa hadn't noticed him however and she was dumbfounded to hear him say, in a voice the boys recognised as ominous, "Philippa.  You shouldn't be in here. Don't answer now. Just go and wait for me in your bedroom. I shall be up to see you in a moment."

She left and Mr Courtenay proceeded to lecture the members of the dorm for making too much noise. He threatened to bring his cane up straight away if there was a further outbreak. Then he stormed out.

In her bedroom Pippa was wondering what was going to happen. She felt that the best that she could expect would be another taste of the slipper she'd thought she'd grown too old for five years earlier. But it could be even worse - he might cane her! "Surely he can't," she thought, "I'm a grown woman." But she didn't think, somehow, that he was going to let her off with just a slippering.

When her father entered her bedroom her worst fears were exceeded. He was carrying not one cane but two! One was the ordinary cane, about two feet six long, which Cronin had felt earlier that day, and the other was a good six inches longer and slightly thicker. It was a senior school cane retained by Mr Courtenay from his days as a public school housemaster.

"Right, my girl!  Let's get this over!" said Mr Courtenay. "We both know what you've done. Perhaps I haven't been strict enough with you in the past, but I won't make that mistake again! Take those jeans down!"

Pippa did not dare to argue with her father in this mood. With trembling fingers she unzipped the jeans and eased them off over her shapely thighs.  She slipped off her shoes and removed her jeans, folding them neatly and placing them on her bed.

Mr Courtenay told her to take the books off the bedside table and to move it into the centre of the room. The frightened girl did so, embarrassed at the fact that all she was wearing below her waist was her white cotton panties. When the table was placed to her father's satisfaction, giving him room for and unrestricted swing of the cane, he told her to bend over and grasp its top. He made her move her legs slightly until he felt that her pantie-clad bottom was perfectly placed. 

Then he said "First I'm going to give you exactly what I gave Cronin. Six of the best. I intend it to hurt but I do not advise you to make a fuss unless you want those boys to hear. Their dormitory is directly below this room." With that he drew back the cane to begin the punishment. Pippa's whole body tensed as she waited for the first stroke.

WHACK!

The well-used cane bit its way deeply into the tender flesh of its first-ever female victim, across the narrow V of the girl's panties.  Pippa inhaled urgently. It was bad, but it might have been worse.

She rode the second stroke quite well, choking back a cry and wriggling her backside.  But she still had four of the best to come and she knew that on this occasion her father would deliver only the very best.

Somewhat surprised at how well his daughter was coping with the early part of her punishment, Mr Courtenay applied even more force to his third stroke.

WHACKK!!

"Oh . . . ow . . . oh!" cried Pippa.  She raised first one foot and then the other.  It seemed as if white hot flames were searing her entire bottom.

The fourth cut brought forth a resounding screech and a furious writhing of the teenager's haunches. That vicious stroke sent vibrations to every nerve and fibre of her body. She had tried very hard not to cry but now the floodgates burst and her slender body heaved with sobs. She was on the point of leaping up and clutching her rear, but a stern rebuke and the threat of additional strokes made her slump back over the table.

Pippa flexed her bottom-muscles, anticipating the next slash of pain. It wasn't her bottom that got it, however. The cane dug deeply into the firm flesh at the top of her thighs.

The girl's agony was acute. Despite her firm intentions she screamed and stamped her bare feet hard on the floor.

Only one stroke of the six remained. The angry father was determined it would be a good one. The cane scythed through the air.

SWISH! . . . WHACKK!!!

"Oh . . . ooh . . . ah . . . oo . . . agh!" cried out Pippa, her body jerking upright. She must have leaped a foot in the air before her feet landed back on the floor.  Her hands stuck to her wealed bottom as though they had been magnetised.

Mr Courtenay grasped his sobbing daughter by her shoulders and addressed her: "Well, you wanted to know what Cronin's marks felt like. Now you know - from the inside! Now I propose to deal with you for you disgraceful and indecent behaviour." And he put down the smaller cane and picked up the longer.

Pippa tried to protest that she had already been punished, but her father insisted that he had not started yet. He told her that she had wanted to know what Cronin had got and now she did know, but she had not yet been punished for her own misbehaviour. He told her to take off her panties.

The chastened girl obeyed, but very slowly as if hoping every moment for a reprieve. Her buttocks were now fully revealed, the pale flesh bruising and clearly marked with raised crimson welts. With a dismal sigh she draped herself over the table again.

Mr Courtenay had intended to give his naughty daughter another six with the senior cane, but seeing her state he decided that a lesser punishment should be enough to make his point. "Right, Philippa. Two strokes," he said.

The headmaster was not so used to using the longer cane and he found it difficult to aim accurately. Nevertheless the first stroke dug into one of her earlier weals. Pippa yelped like a scalded cat and her feet danced up and down on the floor. She lifted her head and it thrashed to and fro in line with her tortured bottom.

Her father did not give her any time to recover before he delivered the final stroke. It crashed into her anguished bottom and she nearly went berserk. Then he back arched and she squealed softly for a long few seconds. Mr Courtenay told her she could get up.

He delivered a few well-chosen words and then left his daughter alone to her pain and her shame.

Downstairs in the senior dormitory much of the canings had been audible. There was now no doubt that Pippa did get the cane!  The boys did not dare to talk much with Mr Courtenay in his present mood, but several of them masturbated while thinking of what had happened to the pretty teenager.

Next morning all eyes were on Pippa during Assembly. She wore a long, loose skirt and it was noted that she stood stiffly throughout, even while everyone else was sitting.

Adult School Caning

This story is as true as I can verify in as much as Mrs. Diane Cummings relates it to me and swears it actually happened on May 11th 1999 at 5:30p.m. There were two other witnesses (or sufferers) other than the school governors present, head teacher and deputy head teacher. The tale starts like this… Diane, who teaches maths, is a mature lady schoolteacher aged 42 with a nice 38-28-36 figure. She has brown hair neatly cut in a bob, hazel eyes and is usually seen wearing a straight blue skirt, white or cream blouse, tan tights and black medium high heeled shoes. She tells me that her usual underwear is cotton or nylon panties and tights but occasionally she wears a suspender belt and stockings but this is when she is 'going' somewhere as she put it.


Diane admits to liking a drink and sometimes has a little too much, especially at weekends when she has been to a 'club' or had a night out with friends. This 'vice' as she says often leaves her with a hangover the next day but usually the next day is a Sunday and not a workday.

Anyway, Diane's drinking is not exactly what got her and another colleague into hot water on May 11th. Geraldine is an NQT (newly qualified teacher) aged 27 and teaches geography. She arrived at Maybank Independent Girls School in September '98 and quickly settled in. The staff room is a friendly place and often used for social events after the school has finished. Geraldine, several other NQTs and regular staff regularly met on a Friday for a 'social' drink and then went to their respective abodes.

Diane suggested, on this particular Friday (7th May), that she and Geraldine visit a club later to celebrate Gelaldine's birthday on the Sunday. So after the evening's social drinks at school, the two ladies went to a nightclub. They had a great time there and arrived back at Diane's house in the early hours of Saturday morning. After sleeping 'it' off Geraldine went back to her flat.

Later that day she called Diane and asked her round to her flat. Around 8 o'clock she joined more of Geraldine's ex-college chums for further celebrations. She 'partied' again until the small hours; apparently both never got to their beds until 7 o'clock Sunday. When Diane woke up Sunday evening she had a hangover that was the mother of all hangovers. She said that she was sick and felt really ill. She called Geraldine who told her she felt similar. Being the more mature of the two she told Geraldine not to bother to go into school on Monday and she would cover for her and say that she felt ill because of something she ate.

From here I shall let Diane herself tell you about the circumstances and actions that got the two of them painful bottoms.

Monday morning came and I felt quite ill but managed to get to work only to embarrass myself by spewing up in the entrance lobby. Mrs. Wells, my Headteacher, sent me home and arranged for my classes to be taken by a supply teacher. Later that day, Monday May 10th, I decided to visit Geraldine to see how she was and got in my car and drove to her flat. We had coffee and discussed the weekend's drinking amongst other subjects and around lunchtime we decided to go to the local shopping mall for some fresh air and to do a bit of shopping. Now I wish I hadn't suggested going out because this was our downfall! Coming out of Boot's Chemist I spotted Mrs. Greenstone, one of the school's parent governors, and quickly dragged Geraldine back into the shop. Not expecting me to do this Geraldine let out a yell that I rapidly muffled by placing my hand over her mouth. Mrs. Greenstone turned and caught sight of me. I watched Mrs. Greenstone glance at her watch and then walk off. I explained to Geraldine why I tried to stop her leaving the shop and added that Mrs. Greenstone probably wouldn't say anything and if she did it was our word against hers.

Tuesday morning came and we both arrived in good time for the days work and went to the staff room to collect the general 'rubbish' from our pigeonholes. Amongst the papers, one of which reminded members of staff about the staff meeting that day and the teacher governors about the 'governor's meeting' that followed, was a sealed envelope addressed to me in a formal manner. I was typed Mrs. Diane Cummings and obviously came from Mrs. Wells, the Headteacher. I quickly opened it and found that she wanted to see me in her room after morning assembly. At 09:15 I and went to Mrs. Wells' office only to find Geraldine standing there also. She told me about the letter in her pigeonhole and as she was doing so another member of staff turned, Mrs. Susan Kemp from the English department, up carrying a similar envelope.

I asked if Geraldine had pressed the doorbell and she shook her head as if to say "no" so I reached out and rang the bell and waited for the signal to enter. After about five minutes the green light flashed on and we all entered the room; I felt like a little girl who was going to be told off. Mrs. Wells told us that she wanted us all to stay on after the evenings staff meeting as the governors would like to discuss a few things and would be interested to hear further comments from the three of us. Nothing was said about being seen at the shopping mall and having no idea why Susan was there I, myself, and obviously Geraldine also felt relived and be all left.

Geraldine asked me what she thought it was all about and I replied that it probably something to do with her being an NQT and with Susan and myself it must be about the new curriculum sets for the upper school exam classes.

The rest of the day went as usual and after tea and biscuits the staff meeting passed without anything dramatic being discussed except for the usual crap. As our colleagues were leaving I soon found myself, Geraldine and Susan Kemp to be the only people left.

"Come on," I said to the other two "let's get this over with then we can all go home." Geraldine came over to me smiling but Susan seemed reluctant to get up. She looked very worried and seemed to almost in tears. I asked her if anything was wrong and she quickly stood up and said that she didn't like going to the head's study without knowing what for. I said that it was probably nothing and as I didn't know why she wanted to see me there was nothing to worry about - how wrong can you be?

When we got to the heads office we were shown into her secretary's office which is next door and separated from the head's room by a corridor or passage way about 10 foot long. This passage had an oak panelled wooden door at both ends that matched the décor of both rooms. We sat in almost total silence looking at each other, waiting for each other to say something. I noticed that Sue was becoming more anxious as each minute passed and I was just about to speak when the door opened and Kathy, the head's secretary, called Susan. Actually she said, "Mrs. Kemp… Mrs Wells and the Governors would like to see you. Please come this way."

I turned to Geraldine and said, "That's a bit formal, don't you think?" Geraldine replied that it's probably because it's a formal meeting or something. I agreed and relaxed a bit glancing around the room, looking at the pictures and other bits and pieces you don't normally see when 'popping in'.

About ten to fifteen minutes later Kathy opened the door again and said they wouldn't be long. I asked where Sue was and Kathy said she was still talking to the governors. A few minutes later Kathy opened the door again and asked us to go through to Mrs. Well's office. I followed Kathy and Geraldine into the head's office.

When we arrived I looked around and saw the large table that was usually against the far wall occupied by the head, an empty chair - probably for Kathy, Mrs Clarkson - a deputy head, Mrs Joan Gregson - the chair of Governors, Mr. Williams - Mr. Loveday - Mr. Richards and Mrs Johnston -all governors and last but not least the old crow who saw me and Geraldine at the mall, Mrs. Greenstone - a parent governor.

Standing by the head's desk was Susan Kemp. She was looking at the floor with her hands behind her back and her feet slightly apart. I wondered what was wrong but I couldn't stop wondering why she was in such a 'pose'. She looked just as if she was a third year girl who had been severely reprimanded. Kathy told us both to stand in the centre of the room and face the table.

We didn't have to wait long before Mrs. Wells, the head, stood up and looked straight at me and said, "Mrs Diane Greenstone, yesterday you were seen out shopping at the mall after I sent you home for being un-well. Why were you able to go out and not attend to you duties here?" I started to explain that I went round to Geraldine's flat to see how she was and was cut short by the head saying, "Be quiet Mrs. Cummings. Please don't lie to me - Geraldine Cook, why were you away from school on Monday?"

Geraldine gasped and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry Mrs Wells, it was my birthday on Sunday and I had too much to drink, Diane - I mean Mrs. Cummings looked after me and said it would be alright to stay away as she would sort it out - I'm very sorry." I could feel myself going very red in the face as Mrs Wells looked back at me and said, "Oh! So now you have the authority to give people leave to stay away?"

"No Linda I just thought it was best if Geraldine got herself better."

"Don't call me Linda Mrs Cummings, you will address me as Mrs Wells, Ma'am or even Miss but not Linda here. This, in case you haven't realized is the Governor's disciplinary committee."

Sarcastically I replied, "Sorreee!"

"You should know better by now Mrs Cummings. Let me read a list from our records about your conduct of late. We will take this from January, late to school five times, missing from duty area twelve times, smelling of alcohol after dinner on three occasions and now off sick on Monday and seen enjoying yourself with our Miss Cook here."

I hung my head in shame. I began to feel like a little girl being told off and then realized that was just how Susan Kemp looked over by the desk. I looked over to her and saw that she had not moved and was still standing with her feet apart, her hands behind her back and her eyes glued to the floor.

Mrs. Wells told me to stand next to Susan and I found myself taking almost the same stance. I looked up at Geraldine who was still standing in the centre of the room; she was almost in tears.

Mrs. Wells went back to the table and sat down. Mrs Gregson then stood up and told Geraldine to join Susan and me at the desk. When she arrived we all stood upright and faced Mrs. Gregson. She started to make a speech about tardiness and being role models for the girls in the school and then she said something that I didn't think I was hearing.

"… and in those days we didn't have any problems with staff or pupils. However, corporal punishment is and has always been an option that we reserved and being a private school we can use the stick on our pupils with their parent's consent. It has been at least six years since a girl was caned here at Maybank Independent Girls School but as Mrs. Kemp will verify later, we do give staff several options as punishment for their erroneous ways. The general options are being asked to resign, one, two or three weeks without pay, demotion on the pay scale by one or two points or dismissal. Mrs. Kemp has probably already made her decision but you two will have to decide later this evening."

I looked at Susan who was turning very red in the face at Mrs. Gregson's words but was very soon brought back to 'earth' by Mrs. Gregson continuing, "In your case Mrs Cummings the governors have decided that your punishment will be the loss of two pay points for six months and for you Miss. Cook two weeks loss of pay. Ladies there is another choice for you but let me tell you that should you decide on the alternative it is I who arranges it and there is no opting out once you have agreed and signed the contract. I will explain it all to you later. Mrs Kemp, please take Mrs. Cummings and Miss Cook into my secretary's office."

We went to Kathy's office via the dark corridor and sat in the chairs provided for visitors. Sue asked us if we knew about the other option the head referred to and we both shook our heads to say "No." "You wouldn't believe me if I described it to you but just think about her little speech in there and you will soon cotton on!"

"You aren't saying that she will give us the cane, that's a joke! I won't have it. They can't force me to be treated like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. No way!" I replied to Sue's suggestion.

"Just think about it, that's all I said Diane. Think about it!"

Geraldine, who hadn't said anything yet spoke up, "I've never been spanked or caned in my life. Surely they wouldn't hit me; would they?"

Before Sue or I could answer we heard footsteps along the connecting passage. The door opened and in came Mrs. Wells followed by Mrs. Johnston and Mary Clarkson, the deputy head. We stood up and waited for Kathy to close the door. Mrs. Wells looked at the three of us and said, "Mrs Kemp has probably decided to take alternative punishment, as she always does, and there are enough of us here so I will do it out now."

She turned to Geraldine and me and told us that we could watch the proceedings and make our decision afterwards or we could go to the staff room and return to have it all explained. We said we would stay but only if Mrs. Kemp agreed.

"Well Mrs. Kemp they can stay and watch?" Sue bowed her head and softly replied, "Of course Mrs. Wells I haven't got much option have I - really?"

Kathy went to her filing cabinet and pulled out several sheets of A4 paper, counted them and came back to where we were. Mrs. Wells turned, opened the passage door again and went back to her office followed by Susan, Kathy, Mrs. Johnston, Mary, Geraldine and myself. By this time my tummy felt 'wobbly' and I was trembling a little through not knowing what to expect.

The head's office was almost the same as when we had left it except the large table was back against the wall. I stood against the open door with Geraldine next to me while Sue went over to the desk. Kathy placed two sheets of paper in front of her and handed her a pen that she used to sign both sheets. Kathy handed one back to Sue who folded it and put it in her handbag.

Mrs. Wells turned to Geraldine and me and said; "I have decided that Mrs Kemp will have eight strokes of the cane across her bare bottom. This punishment is given in place of any other suggested and will be doubled if there is a repeat offence within three months. Do you two understand?"

Almost in unison we spluttered, "Yes Mrs Wells." I added, "Eh! Excuse me but what did Sue do to warrant a beating." She didn't take too kindly to my remark because she turned and frowned. I wondered if she would cane any harder if I upset her.

"You know we don't allow smoking in the school building. Mrs. Kemp was caught, for the second time this month, smoking in her classroom after lessons but it is where the girls can see her."

Kathy went to the head's desk and got some keys from the drawer that she used to unlock a tall cupboard. She reached in and brought out a bamboo cane with a curved handle, just like ones in comic books and old photographs; I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was about three feet long and about 3/8" thick at the tip and almost ½" thick at the handle. My knees were wobbly and my stomach was churning as I watched her hand it to the head. Mrs. Wells took it and held the tip in her left hand and the handle in her right and bent the cane in a semi-circle to show us how supple it was.

Kathy removed one of the chairs from the heads dining table and placed it in the centre of the room. She then went over to Susan and quietly said to her to her, "Susan, come and place yourself across Linda's table. This will be you third caning so you know what is expected."

Susan was led over to the table. This surprised me because I assumed she would be bent over the chair. She leaned over the table and grabbed hold of the far edge. As she laid on the tabletop her knees bent and her skirt pulled tight. I heard Kathy fumbling with something behind me and when I turned to see what she was doing I saw she had a camera. "You're not taking pictures of this, are you?" I asked.

Mrs. Wells said, "I always keep a photographic record, one for you and one for me. The photographs are kept with your consent form so there can be no dispute later."

I was trembling as I watched the head lift up Susan's skirt and slip and place it over her back. She got a little annoyed because her skirt kept falling back so she went and got a clothes peg from her drawer. She again lifted Sue's skirt and slip and put the peg on them to hold the skirt to the waistband. Susan was now standing wearing only tights and knickers, waiting to be caned like a naughty schoolgirl only she wasn't a schoolgirl. She was, like me, a mature lady in her forties. Mrs. Wells handed Mrs. Gregson the cane and then went back to Sue and pulled her tights and pants down leaving her nothing to protect her modesty, or her bottom.

Mrs. Gregson went over to Susan and placed the cane across her bottom cheeks. She raised her arm above her head and brought the cane whistling down in an arc hitting Susan's backside horizontally across both cheeks. I was astonished! Susan jerked a little and let out a soft gasp but stayed in position. Mrs. Gregson seemed to be waiting something but as Sue didn't move she brought the cane down three more times across her bottom. Each time Sue jerked and whimpered a little and she rubbed a tear from her eye with the back of her right hand. Mrs. Gregson waited a bit and then placed two more strokes low on Sue's bottom, one slicing into her right thigh. I was mesmerised as I watched the red weals start to form across her cheeks and right thigh. Susan didn't move, except to flay her legs occasionally, until the final two strokes had landed and Mrs Wells told her she could stand up and get dressed.

Sue slowly stood up and rubbed her bottom with both hands before pulling her knickers and tights up. Her slip and skirt fell back into place as soon as she stood up and removed the peg. She got a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her face and turned to me and whispered, "I know it looks very painful but it soon goes away. If this is your first time relax and be brave for Geraldine's sake. I'll wait for you."

"Mrs. Cummings." The head's voice surprised me a little, "Have you decided yet?" I heard myself saying rather sheepishly, "I'll take the cane please Mrs. Wells."

"Come over here then and sign this agreement and then over the chair please. I want to sting your tender backside and I need your skin tight for that." I didn't read the form I was signing but I do remember something about accepting corporal punishment of my own free will and accepting any amount or sessions without question. After I had put my signature on the form Kathy quickly took the top copy away and placed it in a folder with Sue's. I began to worry about what I had done as I looked at Sue crying and sniffing by the large table.

I went over to the chair and stood away from the back and reached over to grasp the seat as Kathy told me to. Mrs Wells came behind me and tried to lift my skirt but as it was a tight straight one she didn't have much luck. "Stand up and remove your skirt and anything you might have on under it please." I found myself dazed standing there undoing the waist clip and unzipping my skirt; it felt as if I was dreaming but I knew I wasn't.

I stepped out of my skirt and as I wasn't wearing anything else except for my tights and panties I folded it and put it on the desk. I felt very naked as I went back to the chair and leaned over the backrest. Mrs. Wells grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked them down to my knees. Unfortunately, my knickers also went with them leaving my bottom bare. I reached behind to pull them up only to get whacked across my hand with the cane.

"Leave them Mrs Cummings. They will offer you no protection and you are wasting time. Oh! By the way, I am going to give you eight strokes, the same as Mrs. Kemp." I couldn't believe what was happening to me, a 42-year-old mother of two girls, half naked and about to be caned. I had never felt the pain of a cane across my bottom although Jim, when I was married, used to slap me occasionally and that stung a little - I didn't know what to expect next but my questions were quickly answered when I felt the first stroke land. A sharp searing pain shot through my bottom causing me to jump up and grab both cheeks with my hands. I let out a scream and shouted, "Oh! Shit. That fucking hurt you bitch!"

Mrs Wells came over to me and announced that for standing up and swearing I was going to get four extra strokes. I said, "That will make twelve in all. That's not right. You sadistic bitch!"

"You agreed to take the cane as punishment so you must abide by the rules. That is why Mrs. Kemp never stood up."

I placed myself back over the chair and took the next five strokes without moving except for the jerk that each burning strike caused. After six my bottom was very sore and painful but I stayed in position waiting for the next six as promised. "Stand up Diane, Get dressed and stand by the desk, we'll carry on after we have dealt with Geraldine.

Raise your skirt and drop your tights Geraldine and lean against the wall. Stand about three feet away please and lean forward." Geraldine approached the chair lifting her skirt as she went. "Not over the chair girl, just bend over and touch wall I said."

Geraldine stopped dead and lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights and bent over placing her hands against the wall. Mrs. Gregson went over and laid a hard, stinging cut across Geraldine's bottom and she yelled. As it landed Geraldine jumped up and rubbed her bottom but quickly bent forward again for the next stroke. The head never said anything to her about standing up but then she did get down for the next stroke quickly. After the four strokes Geraldine was crying and rubbing her backside like there was no tomorrow but now, it was my turn again and I wasn't relishing it.

My backside was hurting like mad and I could feel the stripes forming across both cheeks; I didn't want any more but I had to accept it otherwise what would Susan and Geraldine think. Other members of staff must know about this procedure and if word got out I couldn't take it I might have well resigned.

The head called me over to where she was standing next to the chair. I shuffled across the room with my bottom aching with each step but I wasn't going to let the bitch see it bothered me; I dare not say anything just in case I was 'awarded' more cane strokes.

"Slightly different for the next six Diane. I want you to return here after school on Friday for the rest of your punishment. I think twelve strokes of the cane in one go is too much for you now."

Susan didn't live very far from the school so Geraldine and myself walked home with her. I couldn't concentrate on driving and I didn't want to sit down just yet either. Sue poured out a brandy for the three of us and we sipped it, slowly. I know the pain in my backside was beginning to fade slightly but I knew the marks would be there for some time, and I was to get another dose on Friday.

"Does she usually space out canings Sue?"

"She has done for me once, the second time she caned me. I got six from Linda on a Monday and another six from Mary after school on the Friday. It was very humiliating because she announced what she was going to do at the social time in the staff room and asked if anybody wanted to witness it."

"Nobody did, did they?"

"Yes they did. I had seven people there to see me yell my head off - all women, no men but I bet she wouldn't have stopped them if they wanted to watch. Her excuse would be they are staff so they are entitled to watch."

"Do the blokes get caned too?" I asked.

"I think it has happened in the past but not lately - to my knowledge anyway."

Sue got up from the soft armchair and announced that her bottom was still hurting. She took off her skirt and pulled her top over her head. She then kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tights. Turning round and looking over her shoulder she eased her pants down and said, "Look Diane, eight stripes and there are at least two crossing, I bet. That Mrs. Gregson can certainly hit hard. Will you rub some lotion over my bum please - I'll do you too if you like - strip off, you too Geraldine."

Geraldine quickly slipped out of her tights and knickers saying, "That feels better, my arse feel like its on fire." She raised her skirt to show us. There were four neat, almost parallel, red weals across her bottom. As my bottom was very painful I did the same and took off my skirt, knickers and tights. The cool air felt good and when Sue rubbed Oil of Ulay over my backside it felt even better.

"I know this sounds silly," announced Geraldine "but, I feel as though I want to be caned again. I wish John was here now I could do with some sex!"

"It's not silly Geraldine," said Sue, "I found that the excitement of getting caned, and the short pain was worth it. I don't like it when I am waiting for days to be caned but after it's all over I feel great and believe me sex is better - not always, but generally. So if you want John call him, the phone is over there."

Friday 14th

I felt like phoning in sick when I woke up but I knew it would not affect my punishment, it would simply be postponed or doubled; knowing the head. I decided to wear a plain dress to school but I had the hell of a job trying to decide on my underwear. I mustn't wear my Marks and Sparks - too common so I chose my second best. Not too skimpy nylon knickers - must look nice even though I'll have to take them off and a new pair of tan tights. Three inch heeled shoes completed my ensemble so I grabbed my jacket, bag and brief case and drove very apprehensively to work.

As I entered school Mrs. Wells said, "Good morning Diane, everything alright I hope - I'll see you later about tonight. Ok!"

I thought "Shit!" My tummy turned over and my knees went weak. What was happening? I had to carry on as nothing was wrong and teach classes and chat to colleagues about the price of eggs and whatever, god knows how I'm going to manage.

After school I went to the social session half expecting the head to announce that she was going to punish me and ask for witnesses but she didn't. Instead she asked, "Will you all excuse me? Mrs Cummings and I have to discuss something. Eh! Don't go, drink up and have a nice weekend."

I slipped out the back door of the staff room whilst Mrs. Wells went out the main door. As I went to go down the stairs Geraldine came up to me and put her hand in mine and said, "Come on, I've come to support you. Let's show her we can take it."

Geraldine and I arrived at Mrs. Wells office and the door was ajar. I pushed it open a littler further and Linda shouted out, "Come on in Diane, I've been expecting you." When she saw Geraldine she added, "What have you come for young lady? One caning not enough?"

"I've come to support Diane, Eh! Mrs Cummings if that's alright?"

"Of course it is dear, come in."

The cane was lying across the head's desk along with the paper I had previously signed. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Mesmerising isn't it Diane. Knowing it will soon be meeting you backside. By the way, how is you bottom today?"

"It's still got the stripes from Monday Mrs. Wells but other than that I'm alright."

"Good, good. Close the door please Geraldine. Diane, take off your dress and tights please." Like a robot I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, pulled it from my shoulders and stepped out of it. I laid it over the dining table that Sue was caned over and stepped out of my shoes placing them neatly at the side of the table. Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of my tights I carefully slid them down and rolled them off each leg in turn then placed them by my dress.

I was very embarrassed standing there in my cream bra and matching knickers but there was nothing I could do about it. Geraldine stared at me and rubbed her backside a few times.

"Diane, I am going to give you six hard strokes of this cane," She reached out and picked the cane up from the desk, "and believe me you will feel it. I am not going to allow you to swear at a governor of this school and get away with it - get a chair out from the table."

I placed the chair in the centre of the floor and waited for further orders. "Stand with you feet apart and bend over the chair. Hold the front edge and don't move until I tell you to; understand?"

I put my feet about eighteen inches apart as instructed and I felt my skin pull tight as I bent over the chair back. I realized that my legs were now wide enough for my fanny to show as I bent over but what the heck, I thought - I still had my knickers on. When I reached across I knew that my bottom was going to be stinging soon and I started to cry. I wiped my eyes with a handkerchief that Geraldine handed me and Mrs. Wells said, "You haven't felt anything yet but you've started to cry so soon." She added, "You know what you got last time for standing up and swearing so unless you like extra pain I suggest you stay where you are."

I can remember glancing round at her and saying with an apologetic whine, "Yes Mrs. Wells I promise I won't move." I then heard a swish and a crack as the cane slashed into my left cheek and curled round to sting the right one. It was all I could do to stay put but somehow I managed it. The second stroke came and then the third which hit me across the top of my thigh; I let out a scream and kicked my leg in the air only to over balance and fall on the floor. I was crying my eyes out and rubbing my bottom as I picked the chair up and bent over it again. I said, "Sorry Mrs. Wells… It was an accident." She didn't say anything; she just stood there and looked at me in disgust! I waited for what seemed an eternity then the last three strokes came in quick succession adding more pain and stripes to my already very sore backside. I was really crying and sobbing but I just stayed bent over the chairs until I was told to get dressed. It was a relief when she told me to stand up and put my tights, knickers and dress back on.

I quickly got dressed again and then said, "Thank you Mrs. Wells. I deserved that for my behaviour."

I looked at Geraldine who had a slight grin after watching my ordeal. Linda also saw the smirk on Geraldine's face and said, "So you think it is funny, do you?" But before Geraldine could answer Linda grabbed her arm and dragged her to the chair. "Bend over that chair. I'll show you what is funny."

Geraldine bent over the chair and appeared to be sticking her bottom out making the skin tighter. Linda lifted her skirt and rolled it into the waistband so it would stay where it was. I realized that Geraldine wanted to be caned but Linda didn't know that. Without anything else being said Linda swung the cane six times across Geraldine's pants and six times she yelped but never once stood up.

"I expect you in school everyday from now on without fail or I will personally see to it that you are dealt with more embarrassingly on a Friday." We looked at each other guessing what she meant was that we would get the cane in front of the staff after school.

"You would let us keep our skirts on for that, wouldn't you?" Geraldine said.

I replied, "Not if it was only women present."

Linda told us, she caned Mrs. Catchpole at the end of the spring term last year; you two were on the trip to Disney-World Paris. She had to strip to her bra and pants for her caning. She got eight for not turning up at the parent's evening nor for turning up at the head's office to explain herself."

Geraldine said, "Why do you put up with the humiliation and pain." Sue's response was dead accurate, "As an NQT you get about eighteen grand a year here. In a state school you might get thirteen. Diane and me get over thirty-three grand and we wouldn't get that in a state school. That's why we accept the punishments and I know that all the staff here, including Kathy, has felt that cane across their bottoms. Look it went on when the old head was here, Miss Spencer, and Mrs. Wells was the deputy and we knew that Spencer caned both Kathy and Linda during her reign so we accept it because of the job and money."

Adult School Caning
As told by Diane Cummings

This story is as true as I can verify in as much as Mrs. Diane Cummings relates it to me and swears it actually happened on May 11th 1999 at 5:30p.m. There were two other witnesses (or sufferers) other than the school governors present, head teacher and deputy head teacher. The tale starts like this… Diane, who teaches maths, is a mature lady schoolteacher aged 42 with a nice 38-28-36 figure. She has brown hair neatly cut in a bob, hazel eyes and is usually seen wearing a straight blue skirt, white or cream blouse, tan tights and black medium high heeled shoes. She tells me that her usual underwear is cotton or nylon panties and tights but occasionally she wears a suspender belt and stockings but this is when she is 'going' somewhere as she put it.

Diane admits to liking a drink and sometimes has a little too much, especially at weekends when she has been to a 'club' or had a night out with friends. This 'vice' as she says often leaves her with a hangover the next day but usually the next day is a Sunday and not a workday.

Anyway, Diane's drinking is not exactly what got her and another colleague into hot water on May 11th. Geraldine is an NQT (newly qualified teacher) aged 27 and teaches geography. She arrived at Maybank Independent Girls School in September '98 and quickly settled in. The staff room is a friendly place and often used for social events after the school has finished. Geraldine, several other NQTs and regular staff regularly met on a Friday for a 'social' drink and then went to their respective abodes.

Diane suggested, on this particular Friday (7th May), that she and Geraldine visit a club later to celebrate Gelaldine's birthday on the Sunday. So after the evening's social drinks at school, the two ladies went to a nightclub. They had a great time there and arrived back at Diane's house in the early hours of Saturday morning. After sleeping 'it' off Geraldine went back to her flat.

Later that day she called Diane and asked her round to her flat. Around 8 o'clock she joined more of Geraldine's ex-college chums for further celebrations. She 'partied' again until the small hours; apparently both never got to their beds until 7 o'clock Sunday. When Diane woke up Sunday evening she had a hangover that was the mother of all hangovers. She said that she was sick and felt really ill. She called Geraldine who told her she felt similar. Being the more mature of the two she told Geraldine not to bother to go into school on Monday and she would cover for her and say that she felt ill because of something she ate.

From here I shall let Diane herself tell you about the circumstances and actions that got the two of them painful bottoms.

Monday morning came and I felt quite ill but managed to get to work only to embarrass myself by spewing up in the entrance lobby. Mrs. Wells, my Headteacher, sent me home and arranged for my classes to be taken by a supply teacher. Later that day, Monday May 10th, I decided to visit Geraldine to see how she was and got in my car and drove to her flat. We had coffee and discussed the weekend's drinking amongst other subjects and around lunchtime we decided to go to the local shopping mall for some fresh air and to do a bit of shopping. Now I wish I hadn't suggested going out because this was our downfall! Coming out of Boot's Chemist I spotted Mrs. Greenstone, one of the school's parent governors, and quickly dragged Geraldine back into the shop. Not expecting me to do this Geraldine let out a yell that I rapidly muffled by placing my hand over her mouth. Mrs. Greenstone turned and caught sight of me. I watched Mrs. Greenstone glance at her watch and then walk off. I explained to Geraldine why I tried to stop her leaving the shop and added that Mrs. Greenstone probably wouldn't say anything and if she did it was our word against hers.

Tuesday morning came and we both arrived in good time for the days work and went to the staff room to collect the general 'rubbish' from our pigeonholes. Amongst the papers, one of which reminded members of staff about the staff meeting that day and the teacher governors about the 'governor's meeting' that followed, was a sealed envelope addressed to me in a formal manner. I was typed Mrs. Diane Cummings and obviously came from Mrs. Wells, the Headteacher. I quickly opened it and found that she wanted to see me in her room after morning assembly. At 09:15 I and went to Mrs. Wells' office only to find Geraldine standing there also. She told me about the letter in her pigeonhole and as she was doing so another member of staff turned, Mrs. Susan Kemp from the English department, up carrying a similar envelope.

I asked if Geraldine had pressed the doorbell and she shook her head as if to say "no" so I reached out and rang the bell and waited for the signal to enter. After about five minutes the green light flashed on and we all entered the room; I felt like a little girl who was going to be told off. Mrs. Wells told us that she wanted us all to stay on after the evenings staff meeting as the governors would like to discuss a few things and would be interested to hear further comments from the three of us. Nothing was said about being seen at the shopping mall and having no idea why Susan was there I, myself, and obviously Geraldine also felt relived and be all left.

Geraldine asked me what she thought it was all about and I replied that it probably something to do with her being an NQT and with Susan and myself it must be about the new curriculum sets for the upper school exam classes.

The rest of the day went as usual and after tea and biscuits the staff meeting passed without anything dramatic being discussed except for the usual crap. As our colleagues were leaving I soon found myself, Geraldine and Susan Kemp to be the only people left.

"Come on," I said to the other two "let's get this over with then we can all go home." Geraldine came over to me smiling but Susan seemed reluctant to get up. She looked very worried and seemed to almost in tears. I asked her if anything was wrong and she quickly stood up and said that she didn't like going to the head's study without knowing what for. I said that it was probably nothing and as I didn't know why she wanted to see me there was nothing to worry about - how wrong can you be?

When we got to the heads office we were shown into her secretary's office which is next door and separated from the head's room by a corridor or passage way about 10 foot long. This passage had an oak panelled wooden door at both ends that matched the décor of both rooms. We sat in almost total silence looking at each other, waiting for each other to say something. I noticed that Sue was becoming more anxious as each minute passed and I was just about to speak when the door opened and Kathy, the head's secretary, called Susan. Actually she said, "Mrs. Kemp… Mrs Wells and the Governors would like to see you. Please come this way."

I turned to Geraldine and said, "That's a bit formal, don't you think?" Geraldine replied that it's probably because it's a formal meeting or something. I agreed and relaxed a bit glancing around the room, looking at the pictures and other bits and pieces you don't normally see when 'popping in'.

About ten to fifteen minutes later Kathy opened the door again and said they wouldn't be long. I asked where Sue was and Kathy said she was still talking to the governors. A few minutes later Kathy opened the door again and asked us to go through to Mrs. Well's office. I followed Kathy and Geraldine into the head's office.

When we arrived I looked around and saw the large table that was usually against the far wall occupied by the head, an empty chair - probably for Kathy, Mrs Clarkson - a deputy head, Mrs Joan Gregson - the chair of Governors, Mr. Williams - Mr. Loveday - Mr. Richards and Mrs Johnston -all governors and last but not least the old crow who saw me and Geraldine at the mall, Mrs. Greenstone - a parent governor.

Standing by the head's desk was Susan Kemp. She was looking at the floor with her hands behind her back and her feet slightly apart. I wondered what was wrong but I couldn't stop wondering why she was in such a 'pose'. She looked just as if she was a third year girl who had been severely reprimanded. Kathy told us both to stand in the centre of the room and face the table.

We didn't have to wait long before Mrs. Wells, the head, stood up and looked straight at me and said, "Mrs Diane Greenstone, yesterday you were seen out shopping at the mall after I sent you home for being un-well. Why were you able to go out and not attend to you duties here?" I started to explain that I went round to Geraldine's flat to see how she was and was cut short by the head saying, "Be quiet Mrs. Cummings. Please don't lie to me - Geraldine Cook, why were you away from school on Monday?"

Geraldine gasped and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry Mrs Wells, it was my birthday on Sunday and I had too much to drink, Diane - I mean Mrs. Cummings looked after me and said it would be alright to stay away as she would sort it out - I'm very sorry." I could feel myself going very red in the face as Mrs Wells looked back at me and said, "Oh! So now you have the authority to give people leave to stay away?"

"No Linda I just thought it was best if Geraldine got herself better."

"Don't call me Linda Mrs Cummings, you will address me as Mrs Wells, Ma'am or even Miss but not Linda here. This, in case you haven't realized is the Governor's disciplinary committee."

Sarcastically I replied, "Sorreee!"

"You should know better by now Mrs Cummings. Let me read a list from our records about your conduct of late. We will take this from January, late to school five times, missing from duty area twelve times, smelling of alcohol after dinner on three occasions and now off sick on Monday and seen enjoying yourself with our Miss Cook here."

I hung my head in shame. I began to feel like a little girl being told off and then realized that was just how Susan Kemp looked over by the desk. I looked over to her and saw that she had not moved and was still standing with her feet apart, her hands behind her back and her eyes glued to the floor.

Mrs. Wells told me to stand next to Susan and I found myself taking almost the same stance. I looked up at Geraldine who was still standing in the centre of the room; she was almost in tears.

Mrs. Wells went back to the table and sat down. Mrs Gregson then stood up and told Geraldine to join Susan and me at the desk. When she arrived we all stood upright and faced Mrs. Gregson. She started to make a speech about tardiness and being role models for the girls in the school and then she said something that I didn't think I was hearing.

"… and in those days we didn't have any problems with staff or pupils. However, corporal punishment is and has always been an option that we reserved and being a private school we can use the stick on our pupils with their parent's consent. It has been at least six years since a girl was caned here at Maybank Independent Girls School but as Mrs. Kemp will verify later, we do give staff several options as punishment for their erroneous ways. The general options are being asked to resign, one, two or three weeks without pay, demotion on the pay scale by one or two points or dismissal. Mrs. Kemp has probably already made her decision but you two will have to decide later this evening."

I looked at Susan who was turning very red in the face at Mrs. Gregson's words but was very soon brought back to 'earth' by Mrs. Gregson continuing, "In your case Mrs Cummings the governors have decided that your punishment will be the loss of two pay points for six months and for you Miss. Cook two weeks loss of pay. Ladies there is another choice for you but let me tell you that should you decide on the alternative it is I who arranges it and there is no opting out once you have agreed and signed the contract. I will explain it all to you later. Mrs Kemp, please take Mrs. Cummings and Miss Cook into my secretary's office."

We went to Kathy's office via the dark corridor and sat in the chairs provided for visitors. Sue asked us if we knew about the other option the head referred to and we both shook our heads to say "No." "You wouldn't believe me if I described it to you but just think about her little speech in there and you will soon cotton on!"

"You aren't saying that she will give us the cane, that's a joke! I won't have it. They can't force me to be treated like a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. No way!" I replied to Sue's suggestion.

"Just think about it, that's all I said Diane. Think about it!"

Geraldine, who hadn't said anything yet spoke up, "I've never been spanked or caned in my life. Surely they wouldn't hit me; would they?"

Before Sue or I could answer we heard footsteps along the connecting passage. The door opened and in came Mrs. Wells followed by Mrs. Johnston and Mary Clarkson, the deputy head. We stood up and waited for Kathy to close the door. Mrs. Wells looked at the three of us and said, "Mrs Kemp has probably decided to take alternative punishment, as she always does, and there are enough of us here so I will do it out now."

She turned to Geraldine and me and told us that we could watch the proceedings and make our decision afterwards or we could go to the staff room and return to have it all explained. We said we would stay but only if Mrs. Kemp agreed.

"Well Mrs. Kemp they can stay and watch?" Sue bowed her head and softly replied, "Of course Mrs. Wells I haven't got much option have I - really?"

Kathy went to her filing cabinet and pulled out several sheets of A4 paper, counted them and came back to where we were. Mrs. Wells turned, opened the passage door again and went back to her office followed by Susan, Kathy, Mrs. Johnston, Mary, Geraldine and myself. By this time my tummy felt 'wobbly' and I was trembling a little through not knowing what to expect.

The head's office was almost the same as when we had left it except the large table was back against the wall. I stood against the open door with Geraldine next to me while Sue went over to the desk. Kathy placed two sheets of paper in front of her and handed her a pen that she used to sign both sheets. Kathy handed one back to Sue who folded it and put it in her handbag.

Mrs. Wells turned to Geraldine and me and said; "I have decided that Mrs Kemp will have eight strokes of the cane across her bare bottom. This punishment is given in place of any other suggested and will be doubled if there is a repeat offence within three months. Do you two understand?"

Almost in unison we spluttered, "Yes Mrs Wells." I added, "Eh! Excuse me but what did Sue do to warrant a beating." She didn't take too kindly to my remark because she turned and frowned. I wondered if she would cane any harder if I upset her.

"You know we don't allow smoking in the school building. Mrs. Kemp was caught, for the second time this month, smoking in her classroom after lessons but it is where the girls can see her."

Kathy went to the head's desk and got some keys from the drawer that she used to unlock a tall cupboard. She reached in and brought out a bamboo cane with a curved handle, just like ones in comic books and old photographs; I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was about three feet long and about 3/8" thick at the tip and almost ½" thick at the handle. My knees were wobbly and my stomach was churning as I watched her hand it to the head. Mrs. Wells took it and held the tip in her left hand and the handle in her right and bent the cane in a semi-circle to show us how supple it was.

Kathy removed one of the chairs from the heads dining table and placed it in the centre of the room. She then went over to Susan and quietly said to her to her, "Susan, come and place yourself across Linda's table. This will be you third caning so you know what is expected."

Susan was led over to the table. This surprised me because I assumed she would be bent over the chair. She leaned over the table and grabbed hold of the far edge. As she laid on the tabletop her knees bent and her skirt pulled tight. I heard Kathy fumbling with something behind me and when I turned to see what she was doing I saw she had a camera. "You're not taking pictures of this, are you?" I asked.

Mrs. Wells said, "I always keep a photographic record, one for you and one for me. The photographs are kept with your consent form so there can be no dispute later."

I was trembling as I watched the head lift up Susan's skirt and slip and place it over her back. She got a little annoyed because her skirt kept falling back so she went and got a clothes peg from her drawer. She again lifted Sue's skirt and slip and put the peg on them to hold the skirt to the waistband. Susan was now standing wearing only tights and knickers, waiting to be caned like a naughty schoolgirl only she wasn't a schoolgirl. She was, like me, a mature lady in her forties. Mrs. Wells handed Mrs. Gregson the cane and then went back to Sue and pulled her tights and pants down leaving her nothing to protect her modesty, or her bottom.

Mrs. Gregson went over to Susan and placed the cane across her bottom cheeks. She raised her arm above her head and brought the cane whistling down in an arc hitting Susan's backside horizontally across both cheeks. I was astonished! Susan jerked a little and let out a soft gasp but stayed in position. Mrs. Gregson seemed to be waiting something but as Sue didn't move she brought the cane down three more times across her bottom. Each time Sue jerked and whimpered a little and she rubbed a tear from her eye with the back of her right hand. Mrs. Gregson waited a bit and then placed two more strokes low on Sue's bottom, one slicing into her right thigh. I was mesmerised as I watched the red weals start to form across her cheeks and right thigh. Susan didn't move, except to flay her legs occasionally, until the final two strokes had landed and Mrs Wells told her she could stand up and get dressed.

Sue slowly stood up and rubbed her bottom with both hands before pulling her knickers and tights up. Her slip and skirt fell back into place as soon as she stood up and removed the peg. She got a handkerchief from her bag and wiped her face and turned to me and whispered, "I know it looks very painful but it soon goes away. If this is your first time relax and be brave for Geraldine's sake. I'll wait for you."

"Mrs. Cummings." The head's voice surprised me a little, "Have you decided yet?" I heard myself saying rather sheepishly, "I'll take the cane please Mrs. Wells."

"Come over here then and sign this agreement and then over the chair please. I want to sting your tender backside and I need your skin tight for that." I didn't read the form I was signing but I do remember something about accepting corporal punishment of my own free will and accepting any amount or sessions without question. After I had put my signature on the form Kathy quickly took the top copy away and placed it in a folder with Sue's. I began to worry about what I had done as I looked at Sue crying and sniffing by the large table.

I went over to the chair and stood away from the back and reached over to grasp the seat as Kathy told me to. Mrs Wells came behind me and tried to lift my skirt but as it was a tight straight one she didn't have much luck. "Stand up and remove your skirt and anything you might have on under it please." I found myself dazed standing there undoing the waist clip and unzipping my skirt; it felt as if I was dreaming but I knew I wasn't.

I stepped out of my skirt and as I wasn't wearing anything else except for my tights and panties I folded it and put it on the desk. I felt very naked as I went back to the chair and leaned over the backrest. Mrs. Wells grabbed the waistband of my tights and yanked them down to my knees. Unfortunately, my knickers also went with them leaving my bottom bare. I reached behind to pull them up only to get whacked across my hand with the cane.

"Leave them Mrs Cummings. They will offer you no protection and you are wasting time. Oh! By the way, I am going to give you eight strokes, the same as Mrs. Kemp." I couldn't believe what was happening to me, a 42-year-old mother of two girls, half naked and about to be caned. I had never felt the pain of a cane across my bottom although Jim, when I was married, used to slap me occasionally and that stung a little - I didn't know what to expect next but my questions were quickly answered when I felt the first stroke land. A sharp searing pain shot through my bottom causing me to jump up and grab both cheeks with my hands. I let out a scream and shouted, "Oh! Shit. That fucking hurt you bitch!"

Mrs Wells came over to me and announced that for standing up and swearing I was going to get four extra strokes. I said, "That will make twelve in all. That's not right. You sadistic bitch!"

"You agreed to take the cane as punishment so you must abide by the rules. That is why Mrs. Kemp never stood up."

I placed myself back over the chair and took the next five strokes without moving except for the jerk that each burning strike caused. After six my bottom was very sore and painful but I stayed in position waiting for the next six as promised. "Stand up Diane, Get dressed and stand by the desk, we'll carry on after we have dealt with Geraldine.

Raise your skirt and drop your tights Geraldine and lean against the wall. Stand about three feet away please and lean forward." Geraldine approached the chair lifting her skirt as she went. "Not over the chair girl, just bend over and touch wall I said."

Geraldine stopped dead and lifted her skirt, pulled down her tights and bent over placing her hands against the wall. Mrs. Gregson went over and laid a hard, stinging cut across Geraldine's bottom and she yelled. As it landed Geraldine jumped up and rubbed her bottom but quickly bent forward again for the next stroke. The head never said anything to her about standing up but then she did get down for the next stroke quickly. After the four strokes Geraldine was crying and rubbing her backside like there was no tomorrow but now, it was my turn again and I wasn't relishing it.

My backside was hurting like mad and I could feel the stripes forming across both cheeks; I didn't want any more but I had to accept it otherwise what would Susan and Geraldine think. Other members of staff must know about this procedure and if word got out I couldn't take it I might have well resigned.

The head called me over to where she was standing next to the chair. I shuffled across the room with my bottom aching with each step but I wasn't going to let the bitch see it bothered me; I dare not say anything just in case I was 'awarded' more cane strokes.

"Slightly different for the next six Diane. I want you to return here after school on Friday for the rest of your punishment. I think twelve strokes of the cane in one go is too much for you now."

Susan didn't live very far from the school so Geraldine and myself walked home with her. I couldn't concentrate on driving and I didn't want to sit down just yet either. Sue poured out a brandy for the three of us and we sipped it, slowly. I know the pain in my backside was beginning to fade slightly but I knew the marks would be there for some time, and I was to get another dose on Friday.

"Does she usually space out canings Sue?"

"She has done for me once, the second time she caned me. I got six from Linda on a Monday and another six from Mary after school on the Friday. It was very humiliating because she announced what she was going to do at the social time in the staff room and asked if anybody wanted to witness it."

"Nobody did, did they?"

"Yes they did. I had seven people there to see me yell my head off - all women, no men but I bet she wouldn't have stopped them if they wanted to watch. Her excuse would be they are staff so they are entitled to watch."

"Do the blokes get caned too?" I asked.

"I think it has happened in the past but not lately - to my knowledge anyway."

Sue got up from the soft armchair and announced that her bottom was still hurting. She took off her skirt and pulled her top over her head. She then kicked off her shoes and pulled off her tights. Turning round and looking over her shoulder she eased her pants down and said, "Look Diane, eight stripes and there are at least two crossing, I bet. That Mrs. Gregson can certainly hit hard. Will you rub some lotion over my bum please - I'll do you too if you like - strip off, you too Geraldine."

Geraldine quickly slipped out of her tights and knickers saying, "That feels better, my arse feel like its on fire." She raised her skirt to show us. There were four neat, almost parallel, red weals across her bottom. As my bottom was very painful I did the same and took off my skirt, knickers and tights. The cool air felt good and when Sue rubbed Oil of Ulay over my backside it felt even better.

"I know this sounds silly," announced Geraldine "but, I feel as though I want to be caned again. I wish John was here now I could do with some sex!"

"It's not silly Geraldine," said Sue, "I found that the excitement of getting caned, and the short pain was worth it. I don't like it when I am waiting for days to be caned but after it's all over I feel great and believe me sex is better - not always, but generally. So if you want John call him, the phone is over there."

Friday 14th

I felt like phoning in sick when I woke up but I knew it would not affect my punishment, it would simply be postponed or doubled; knowing the head. I decided to wear a plain dress to school but I had the hell of a job trying to decide on my underwear. I mustn't wear my Marks and Sparks - too common so I chose my second best. Not too skimpy nylon knickers - must look nice even though I'll have to take them off and a new pair of tan tights. Three inch heeled shoes completed my ensemble so I grabbed my jacket, bag and brief case and drove very apprehensively to work.

As I entered school Mrs. Wells said, "Good morning Diane, everything alright I hope - I'll see you later about tonight. Ok!"

I thought "Shit!" My tummy turned over and my knees went weak. What was happening? I had to carry on as nothing was wrong and teach classes and chat to colleagues about the price of eggs and whatever, god knows how I'm going to manage.

After school I went to the social session half expecting the head to announce that she was going to punish me and ask for witnesses but she didn't. Instead she asked, "Will you all excuse me? Mrs Cummings and I have to discuss something. Eh! Don't go, drink up and have a nice weekend."

I slipped out the back door of the staff room whilst Mrs. Wells went out the main door. As I went to go down the stairs Geraldine came up to me and put her hand in mine and said, "Come on, I've come to support you. Let's show her we can take it."

Geraldine and I arrived at Mrs. Wells office and the door was ajar. I pushed it open a littler further and Linda shouted out, "Come on in Diane, I've been expecting you." When she saw Geraldine she added, "What have you come for young lady? One caning not enough?"

"I've come to support Diane, Eh! Mrs Cummings if that's alright?"

"Of course it is dear, come in."

The cane was lying across the head's desk along with the paper I had previously signed. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Mesmerising isn't it Diane. Knowing it will soon be meeting you backside. By the way, how is you bottom today?"

"It's still got the stripes from Monday Mrs. Wells but other than that I'm alright."

"Good, good. Close the door please Geraldine. Diane, take off your dress and tights please." Like a robot I reached behind my back and unzipped my dress, pulled it from my shoulders and stepped out of it. I laid it over the dining table that Sue was caned over and stepped out of my shoes placing them neatly at the side of the table. Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of my tights I carefully slid them down and rolled them off each leg in turn then placed them by my dress.

I was very embarrassed standing there in my cream bra and matching knickers but there was nothing I could do about it. Geraldine stared at me and rubbed her backside a few times.

"Diane, I am going to give you six hard strokes of this cane," She reached out and picked the cane up from the desk, "and believe me you will feel it. I am not going to allow you to swear at a governor of this school and get away with it - get a chair out from the table."

I placed the chair in the centre of the floor and waited for further orders. "Stand with you feet apart and bend over the chair. Hold the front edge and don't move until I tell you to; understand?"

I put my feet about eighteen inches apart as instructed and I felt my skin pull tight as I bent over the chair back. I realized that my legs were now wide enough for my fanny to show as I bent over but what the heck, I thought - I still had my knickers on. When I reached across I knew that my bottom was going to be stinging soon and I started to cry. I wiped my eyes with a handkerchief that Geraldine handed me and Mrs. Wells said, "You haven't felt anything yet but you've started to cry so soon." She added, "You know what you got last time for standing up and swearing so unless you like extra pain I suggest you stay where you are."

I can remember glancing round at her and saying with an apologetic whine, "Yes Mrs. Wells I promise I won't move." I then heard a swish and a crack as the cane slashed into my left cheek and curled round to sting the right one. It was all I could do to stay put but somehow I managed it. The second stroke came and then the third which hit me across the top of my thigh; I let out a scream and kicked my leg in the air only to over balance and fall on the floor. I was crying my eyes out and rubbing my bottom as I picked the chair up and bent over it again. I said, "Sorry Mrs. Wells… It was an accident." She didn't say anything; she just stood there and looked at me in disgust! I waited for what seemed an eternity then the last three strokes came in quick succession adding more pain and stripes to my already very sore backside. I was really crying and sobbing but I just stayed bent over the chairs until I was told to get dressed. It was a relief when she told me to stand up and put my tights, knickers and dress back on.

I quickly got dressed again and then said, "Thank you Mrs. Wells. I deserved that for my behaviour."

I looked at Geraldine who had a slight grin after watching my ordeal. Linda also saw the smirk on Geraldine's face and said, "So you think it is funny, do you?" But before Geraldine could answer Linda grabbed her arm and dragged her to the chair. "Bend over that chair. I'll show you what is funny."

Geraldine bent over the chair and appeared to be sticking her bottom out making the skin tighter. Linda lifted her skirt and rolled it into the waistband so it would stay where it was. I realized that Geraldine wanted to be caned but Linda didn't know that. Without anything else being said Linda swung the cane six times across Geraldine's pants and six times she yelped but never once stood up.

"I expect you in school everyday from now on without fail or I will personally see to it that you are dealt with more embarrassingly on a Friday." We looked at each other guessing what she meant was that we would get the cane in front of the staff after school.

"You would let us keep our skirts on for that, wouldn't you?" Geraldine said.

I replied, "Not if it was only women present."

Linda told us, she caned Mrs. Catchpole at the end of the spring term last year; you two were on the trip to Disney-World Paris. She had to strip to her bra and pants for her caning. She got eight for not turning up at the parent's evening nor for turning up at the head's office to explain herself."

Geraldine said, "Why do you put up with the humiliation and pain." Sue's response was dead accurate, "As an NQT you get about eighteen grand a year here. In a state school you might get thirteen. Diane and me get over thirty-three grand and we wouldn't get that in a state school. That's why we accept the punishments and I know that all the staff here, including Kathy, has felt that cane across their bottoms. Look it went on when the old head was here, Miss Spencer, and Mrs. Wells was the deputy and we knew that Spencer caned both Kathy and Linda during her reign so we accept it because of the job and money."

Adapted from a true story by Diane Cummings by Steven Walsh.

26 June 2011

A First Caning

One of the fun things about spanking is the role play elements of kink and because our sexual awaking occurs while we are at school there are lots of school based stories around like the one below. 

Julie Wood was a pupil in the sixth form of Witney Grange Mixed Grammar School. She had always been a quiet and well-behaved girl and had kept well out of the way of any serious trouble. Witney Grange was an old-fashioned school with a very good disciplinary record and all its pupils, both boys and girls, were subject to corporal punishment. Julie was not unusual in never having felt the cane, only the headmaster was allowed to use this and it was regarded as an unusually severe punishment even for boys, but she was certainly among a minority of girls in never having felt the slipper or even having had her wrists slapped.


Until fairly recently this had been no more than Julie had deserved. But in the last few months she had been rather capitalising on her position as a "teacher’s pet" and had been taking liberties and seeing how much she could get away with. Julie was also counting on the fact that she was now in the sixth form and that it was rare for a teacher to take a slipper to a sixth form girl. Julie’s behaviour had been noticed, and resented, by the other pupils and had come to the attention of the staff.

At a regular staff meeting one Monday it was decided to give Julie enough rope and see if she would hang herself. Miss James, her form teacher, was instructed not to use her slipper herself but to wait until Julie went far enough out of line and then send her to Mr Glenn, the headmaster. The assembled staff thought that Julie needed a good caning both for her own benefit and to restore the faith of her classmates in the fairness of things. Mr Glenn also emphasised that the news that a sixth form girl had had the cane would quickly spread through the school and would have a very good effect on the behaviour of girls in lower forms who would realise what was awaiting their own bottoms if their conduct didn’t improve.

Miss Osbourne did her best for Julie, whom she liked and thought was not basically a bad girl, but just going through a rather silly phase at the moment, but she agreed with her colleague’s plan. At heart, too, she felt that Julie deserved it, although she rather regretted not having given the girl a good dose of the slipper the last time she’d acted up. That would have put a stop to her stupidities she was sure.

She went so far as to have a quiet word with Julie and warn her to pull her socks up, but Julie just smiled cheekily. She had got away with so much from Miss Osbourne that she didn’t believe she would ever give her a proper punishment.

That Wednesday several boys and girls, including Julie, were late for class, having been talking in the corridor. Miss Osbourne made no distinctions and awarded all the pupils concerned fifty lines to be done by the next day.

Julie didn’t do her lines. She’d only ever had lines once before and she had been allowed to get away with handing them in a week late on that occasion. She decided that she would say she hadn’t had time to do the lines.

On Thursday Miss Osbourne took Julie’s class in the last period, General Studies, which all sixth formers had to take. Before starting the lesson she asked for the lines to be handed in. Everyone except for Julie handed in their lines.

"Julie Wood!" Where are your lines?"

At the last minute Julie felt that she couldn’t say that there hadn’t been enough time. After all everybody else had done theirs! She had never seen Miss Osbourne looking at her with such an angry expression. Just as though she were one of the naughty girls, not her favourite at all!

Rather disconcerted Julie replied "I’m sorry, miss. I forgot. I’ll do them for tomorrow!"

Miss Osbourne did not reply, but started to write a short note. Watching, Julie was not sure that she understood. Surely she couldn’t be going to send her - Julie Wood - for the . . .

Her thoughts were interrupted. Miss Osbourne had finished the note and looked up at Julie. "Take this note to Mr Glenn, Julie. He will deal with you. I’m sorry that this is necessary, but you have had your warnings and this is the last straw."

Julie was dumbfounded. Never in her worst dreams had she imagined this. She had worried a bit during the day about Miss Osbourne’s reaction when she didn’t hand in the lines but had thought that the worst that could possibly happen to her was that she would get the slipper. And all her friends had had the slipper and had said that it didn’t hurt much, just stung for a minute or two. "Quite a pleasant tingle!" Jill Makin had said. But the cane was another matter. Of her close friends only Emma Longhurst had had the cane. Julie had never asked her about it and they had not been particular friends at the time but she remembered Emma’s tearful return to the classroom, how careful she’d been about sitting down for some time after the punishment and the radical change it had produced in her behaviour.

"Oh, no miss! Please! Don’t send me to Mr Glenn. Can’t I have the slipper from you?" The day before Julie could not have imagined getting the slipper from Miss Osbourne, still less asking for it, but circumstances alter cases.

In any case it was no use and a very reluctant Julie left the class holding the note to make her way to the headmaster’s office. She trudged miserably along the empty corridors. The very best for which she could now realistically hope would be the slipper from Mr Glenn, but she knew it was much more likely to be the cane. But it couldn’t be! Not to her!

She looked at the note, wondering what Miss Osbourne had written. Should she look at it? Superstitiously she decided not to do so. So long as she didn’t know what was on it she could hope that Miss Osbourne had not suggested the cane to the headmaster. She continued on her slow journey, reached Mr Glenn’s door and knocked on it.

"Come in!"

Feeling he stomach turn over and aware that tears were very close the eighteen year old entered the headmaster’s office and, at his request, closed the door behind her.

Mr Glenn, seated at his desk had recognised her and, of course remembered Monday’s staff discussion. And, bearing in mind the expression on Julie’s pretty face, he had no doubt that this young lady had stepped out of line just once too often and been sent to him for a well-earned comeuppance. Nevertheless he asked her why she was there.

"Miss Osbourne sent me, sir!" And Julie gave the headmaster the note.

He read it slowly and carefully and allowed his expression to become angrier and angrier as he did so.

Finally he looked up. "So you didn’t do your lines, Julie?"

There was a pause. Julie had to gather her courage to speak in the august presence of the headmaster who, she knew, had the right to subject her poor never-smacked bottom to awful pain unless she could, somehow, persuade him to let her off.

"No, sir. I . . . forgot them. I’ll do them tonight, sir, I promise!"

"Yes, Julie, you will. But not just the fifty lines Miss Osbourne gave you. I’m doubling them. You will give me one hundred lines before assembly tomorrow."

He looked closely at Julie. She obviously guessed that there was more to come as she moved uneasily from foot to foot. He decided she was probably unconscious of the way her hands were protectively clasped to her bottom through her navy school skirt.

Mr Glenn rose from his seat without continuing his remarks. He walked over to a small cupboard in the corner of the room and took out a crook-handled cane, light-brown in colour and about eighty centimetres in length - the senior school cane. He turned and faced Julie, who was beginning to tremble.

"Miss Osbourne doesn’t believe you ‘forgot’ your lines, Julie, and neither do I. I am going to punish you for lying and for trying to evade a well deserved, and lenient, punishment. I’ve had complaints about you, young lady, from more than one of my staff and it’s more than time for all of this nonsense to end. I don’t like it when I have to cane a sixth former, I like it still less when it’s a pupil I haven’t caned before, and I like it least of all when it’s a girl! [This, by the way, may not have been quite true, but Mr Glenn did try to act as though it were] But I think that the only thing which will get through to you is . . . this!" Mr Glenn swished the cane through the air and continued:

"I will give you six strokes over your knickers. I think that will remind you to do your lines in future! Now, pull out that chair and take your blazer off!"

Horrified, Julie tried her best to persuade Mr Glenn to let her off. When that failed she pleaded with him to be given the slipper, telling him she’d never had it before. But Mr Glenn was implacable, it had to be the cane. Then she tried to get him to reduce the number of strokes - she remembered that Emma had only goot four strokes. But six was Mr Glenn’s minimum for sixth formers and he told her so. Desperately Julie persevered, asking if she could be punished on the hands. She would have gone on to ask if her bottom could at least have the meagre protection her school skirt would provide, but Mr Glenn had had enough. He interrupted her pleas and addressed her angrily:

"You will receive six strokes over your knickers and that’s all there is to it. You’re not the first naughty girl at this school to be caned and there’s nothing special about your bottom! Pull that chair out and get your blazer off right now!"

Sniffing back incipient tears, Julie obeyed. She placed her blazer over the back of the chair. Sixth formers at Whitney Grange did not have to wear uniform but, as it happened, Julie was wearing full uniform that Thursday. Her blazer, like her knee-length skirt, was navy-blue, with the golden crest of the school sewn into its top pocket. She was also wearing the regulation white school blouse with the blue and yellow school tie.

"Bend over the back of the chair and hold onto the seat!" ordered Mr Glenn.

After casting one backwards, imploring, glance at the headmaster’s unchangingly stern countenance Julie lowered herself over the chair back. She was only just tall enough to reach the edge of the seat and had to stretch to do so. As she bent down her bra strap became clearly visible through the white material of her school blouse. Julie felt as though she was in a daze, she still could not believe what was about to happen to her.

Suddenly she felt the headmaster’s hands at the hem of her skirt. Her body tensed as he rolled her skirt and underskirt up in an efficient, well-practised way - he had had years of experience at this task - and pinned them in position, well out of the way. Her navy-blue knickers, the only protection her upturned bottom would have from Mr Glenn’s cane, were now exposed to sight, Julie shivered.

Mr Glenn was not satisfied with her position. "Legs straight, girl!" he ordered. And when Julie did not immediately respond he delivered a resounding slap with the palm of his hand on Julie’s right thigh.

"Oww!" Julie’s head jerked up sharply, sending her blonde hair flying. She had been taken by surprise by the sudden smack. It really stung! She’d been smacked at home sometimes, when she’d been particularly naughty, but never anything like as hard as that. At first she actually thought it was the first stroke of her caning but then she realised and straightened her knees, putting her bottom into an even better place for Mr Glenn to aim at.

He watched for a few seconds, seeing the red mark on the teenager’s white flesh spread angrily. Then he stepped backwards, lifting the cane behind him, and spoke to her.

"Right, Julie. Six strokes. And you’d better stay in position, or it’ll be the worse for you!"

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!

The cane whipped down across Julie’s knickers. The schoolgirl’s reaction was immediate! Julie yelled out loud, released her grip on the chair and leapt upright. She twisted round to face the headmaster, her hands pressed to her stinging bottom. She made a strange sight, with her skirt and slip still pinned up.

"Oww! Oww!! That hurt sir!" she said, accusingly, her pretty face screwed up in pain.

"It’s meant to hurt, Julie. You’re here to be punished. And if you don’t get back into position right now, you’ll get extra strokes and it’ll hurt a lot more!"

Julie looked back at him without speaking, measuring her will against his. After a few moments her eyes began to fill with tears. Very slowly she turned round and re-assumed her humiliating position over the chair. This time Mr Glenn bent down and pulled her knickers up tight so that they practically disappeared in the centre of her bottom, revealing the dull red marks left by the cane’s first visit.

"I meant what I said, Julie," he reminded her. "If you stand up again you’ll get extra strokes!"

Julie’s had not been an unusual reaction to a first stroke of the cane for either a girl or a boy but Mr Glenn meant what he said. This was a punishment and he was not prepared to have his time wasted unnecessarily.

He drew the cane back again.

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!

This time Julie took it in silence, although a shudder passed through her whole body as the sting made itself felt. Her curvy bottom wriggled involuntarily, as if inviting further punishment.

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!

"Owww!!" Despite her best endeavours Julie could not restrain a yelp of pain. She was breathing quickly and desperately in big gasps and she frantically drummed her legs on the carpet trying to handle the sudden stinging pain. She was halfway through her punishment. She had taken three strokes, surely she could take another three.

Mr Glenn waited until Julie was still. When she was . . .

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!

This time the stroke was laid on slightly diagonally, crossing marks left by earlier strokes. Julie jerked her head back and shrieked loudly. She stayed bent over the chair, but one hand came back to delicately explore the surface of her cane-marked bottom. Tears were now coming in earnest, rolling down Julie’s cheeks and dripping onto the carpeted floor of the office. This was what Emma’s punishment must have felt like, but her own was not over yet.

"Hand out of the way, girl! You’ve still got two strokes to come!" The headmaster’s voice echoed her thoughts.

With a strange groan-like sigh Julie obeyed, once again exposing her bottom for punishment. She held her position bent over the chair, shaking and sobbing quietly.

Whenever he caned a naughty pupil, whether male or female, Mr Glenn always ensured that the last two strokes hurt most of all. Now he took careful aim before delivering the fifth stroke to the very lowest part of Julie’s bottom, just above her thighs.

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!

"OWWW!! OWWW! OWWWCH!!"

This time Julie really gave voice. That stroke had really stung! She squirmed and wriggled over the chair, gasping like a grampus, desperately wanting to stand up and rub her bottom, but not daring to do so. Christ! Just one to go. Please, don’t let it be on the same place . . .

But it was, of course, and the hardest stroke of all.

SWISH . . . WHACK!!!!

"Aiieee! Yeeeooww!! Owww!"

Julie leapt a foot into the air and landed on unsteady legs. Her hands flew back to her wealed backside, rubbing and massaging frantically to try to ease the pain. Tears still trickled down her face and the ends of her long blonde hair were wet. Mr Glenn looked on with a slight smile and then walked over and returned the cane to its cupboard. He walked back over to Julie and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Stand still, Julie; hands out of the way!"

He bent down and unpinned the girl’s skirt and slip, letting them fall down to cover her blazing bottom. Julie resumed her rubbing, now through the material of her skirt. Mr Glenn walked back behind his desk and pulled a tissue out of a box on the desk top and offered it to Julie.

"Here you are, Julie. Blow your nose and wipe your eyes, it’s all over now!"

Julie accepted it gratefully. But although the caning might have been over the stinging certainly wasn’t! As the teenager sniffed away her tears, Mr Glenn was making the necessary entry in his Punishment Book. When he had completed this task he reminded her that she was to hand in one hundred lines to him tomorrow and told her to return to Miss Osbourne’s class. He also warned her that if she was ever sent to him again she would realise how lightly she’d been let off this time!

As soon as she was outside the door Julie stood still and clamped her hands to the seat of her school skirt. Then she started to walk back towards her classroom, slowly!

Walking normally was painful, her knickers rubbing onto the weals causing intense shooting pains. Julie found that by taking smaller steps the pain was greatly reduced, but even so she had to stop every so often to rub her bottom. The school corridors were mostly deserted, but as Julie paused outside her classroom for a final rub a small boy, eleven or twelve years old, suddenly appeared, carrying a note. He grinned at the sight of the naughty eighteen year old girl with an obviously very sore bottom, rubbed his own in mockery, and disappeared. Julie had never been so mortified.

She knocked on her classroom door and went in. Miss Osbourne looked up.

"What happened, Julie?" she enquired.

"I got caned, miss. Six strokes miss," whispered Julie. A girl sniggered.

"Lisa!" thundered Miss Osbourne, "Stand up, girl!" Lisa stood. Miss Osbourne turned back to Julie. "I’m sorry," she said kindly, "but you know we had no choice after your recent behaviour. I hope it’s taught you a lesson. Now go to your place!"

Julie sat down very slowly and carefully, aware that everyone was watching her. It took her three attempts but she managed to sit down, although it was evident that she was still in some discomfort.

Miss Osbourne turned to Lisa and said: "Well, Lisa, so you think being caned is funny do you? What about getting the slipper, is that funny too?"

"No, miss," replied Lisa sheepishly.

"Well, let’s see!" Miss Osbourne removed a plimsoll from a drawer of her desk and beckoned Lisa out. Unlike Julie, Lisa was not wearing school uniform and she took her slippering on the seat of a rather tight pair of greyish-blue trousers. Miss Osbourne was still upset that Julie had had to be caned and rather took it out on poor Lisa, who was an habitual trouble maker, giving her a dozen solid whacks. She bore the infliction in silence but there was certainly no sign of amusement on her face as she made her way back to her place afterwards.

Mike