It’s Saturday afternoon at St Audrey’s and I’m enjoying sitting with my feet up for a couple of hours. It’s my house’s turn for Saturday half day and most of the girls have gone into town. Any minute now they’ll be coming back and I expect there’ll be the usual visit’s from the duty prefects, reporting the wrongdoers. Oh dear, there’s a knock at the door. The first one, no doubt.
“Come in.”
The door opened and in came Melissa Jarvis followed by a first year, Holly Peterson.
“Yes Melissa, what is it?”
“I caught this girl in the street without her beret on,” said Melissa.
“Alright Melissa. Thank you.”
Melissa turned and left with Holly standing in front of me.
“Well Holly, what’s all this about?”
“I didn’t feel like wearing my beret Miss,” replied Holly.
“Holly, I’m surprised at you. This is not the sort of behaviour I expect from you. You know the rules about uniform out of school don’t you?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett,” replied Holly.
“So you have no excuse then?”
“No Miss Fawcett. I’m very sorry, it won’t happen again,” said a contrite Holly.
“I’m sorry that it’s come to this. But I have no alternative but to punish you. This is your first visit to me isn’t it?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett,” said Holly, nervously playing with her hands.
“As you know I like to give first years some leeway in their first term so I will not be caning you.”
For a moment, Holly looked relieved.
“However you will be punished. You have the choice of losing your next half holiday or having your bottom smacked; which is it to be?”
Holly hesitated for a moment, although I knew what the answer was going to be. All first years took the smacked bottom option.
“I’ll have my bottom smacked,” said Holly.
“Right,” I said , sitting up in my chair. “Come and lay across my lap.”
Holly came forward, her face red with embarrassment and bent over my lap. She was quite a small girl for her age so presented no problem getting her into a comfortable position. I pulled up her skirt and slip, which revealed quite a nice round little bottom. I commenced the spanking quite firmly.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Holly took it very well without making a sound. She must be tougher than she looks. Some girls make a big fuss but I know it doesn’t hurt that much.
“Alright Holly, you can get up now.”
Holly levered herself up stood in front of me, her face still red with embarrassment.
“So, next time I’m afraid it’ll be the cane. Is that clear?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett. It won’t happen again,” said Holly.
“I hope not. Now off you go.”
I watched as Holly went to the door and left. I was hopeful that I wouldn’t see her again.
Before long there was a knock at the door. This time it was Sandra Evans.
“Yes Sandra?”
“Excuse me Miss Fawcett, but I found this girl talking to a boy in the park.”
“Really. Alright. I’ll deal with her. Thank you.”
Sandra left leaving me with Collette Martin, a fourth former and regular attendee in my office.
“So, it’s you again. Do you enjoy coming to see me?”
“Of course not,” she replied.
“Don’t you take that attitude with me young lady. Well, judging by the number of times I have to see you that would appear to be the case. What excuse have you got this time?”
“He’s a friend of mine,” replied Collette.
“What sort of friend?”
“Just a friend,” she replied.
“In other words a boyfriend.”
Collette didn’t answer. Then she wouldn’t would she?
“You know the rules about meeting with boys and you know the consequences if you’re caught, don’t you?’
“Yes Miss.”
“Yes Miss what?” I asked. I always insisted that the girls address me by name.
“Very well. I have no sympathy with you. You’ve brought this on yourself. I’m going to have to cane you.” I said, getting up from my chair. “It’s not as if it’s the first time you’ve been in here for this, so I’m going to make sure that you don’t forget it in a hurry.”
Although this was my private room, I kept a cane here for just such occasions. Normally girls would see me in my office. I took the cane from its place in my bookcase and gave it a swish.
“Bend over.”
Collette bent over and rested her hands on her knees.
“Right over girl.”
Collette responded and I pulled up her skirt and slip. Then I lined up the cane. Then down it came with a swissshh
Whack!
I could see Collette flinch and I knew that I had hurt her.
Swisshhh
Whack!
“Ouch,” gasped Collette.
Swisshhh
Whack!
“Oooowww.”
Collette half rose and i quickly pushed her down again.
“Stay down,” I ordered.
Collette did as she was told. I knew that she was suffering.
.
Swissshh
Whack!
“Oooowwwch.”
She bent her knees before straightening them again.
I was about to give her another one but changed my mind. It wasn’t exactly a capital offence. I remembered at her age longing to have a boyfriend but my old fashioned mother forbade any contact with the opposite sex. I once dared to disobey her and got the thrashing of a lifetime with a leather strap. Never again.
“I don’t know how long you think you can keep this up, continually breaking the rules. If you’re caught again it’ll be six. Now get out,” I said angrily.
Collette wasted no time in leaving my room and much to my relief nobody else was brought to see me.
“Come in.”
The door opened and in came Melissa Jarvis followed by a first year, Holly Peterson.
“Yes Melissa, what is it?”
“I caught this girl in the street without her beret on,” said Melissa.
“Alright Melissa. Thank you.”
Melissa turned and left with Holly standing in front of me.
“Well Holly, what’s all this about?”
“I didn’t feel like wearing my beret Miss,” replied Holly.
“Holly, I’m surprised at you. This is not the sort of behaviour I expect from you. You know the rules about uniform out of school don’t you?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett,” replied Holly.
“So you have no excuse then?”
“No Miss Fawcett. I’m very sorry, it won’t happen again,” said a contrite Holly.
“I’m sorry that it’s come to this. But I have no alternative but to punish you. This is your first visit to me isn’t it?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett,” said Holly, nervously playing with her hands.
“As you know I like to give first years some leeway in their first term so I will not be caning you.”
For a moment, Holly looked relieved.
“However you will be punished. You have the choice of losing your next half holiday or having your bottom smacked; which is it to be?”
Holly hesitated for a moment, although I knew what the answer was going to be. All first years took the smacked bottom option.
“I’ll have my bottom smacked,” said Holly.
“Right,” I said , sitting up in my chair. “Come and lay across my lap.”
Holly came forward, her face red with embarrassment and bent over my lap. She was quite a small girl for her age so presented no problem getting her into a comfortable position. I pulled up her skirt and slip, which revealed quite a nice round little bottom. I commenced the spanking quite firmly.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Holly took it very well without making a sound. She must be tougher than she looks. Some girls make a big fuss but I know it doesn’t hurt that much.
“Alright Holly, you can get up now.”
Holly levered herself up stood in front of me, her face still red with embarrassment.
“So, next time I’m afraid it’ll be the cane. Is that clear?”
“Yes Miss Fawcett. It won’t happen again,” said Holly.
“I hope not. Now off you go.”
I watched as Holly went to the door and left. I was hopeful that I wouldn’t see her again.
Before long there was a knock at the door. This time it was Sandra Evans.
“Yes Sandra?”
“Excuse me Miss Fawcett, but I found this girl talking to a boy in the park.”
“Really. Alright. I’ll deal with her. Thank you.”
Sandra left leaving me with Collette Martin, a fourth former and regular attendee in my office.
“So, it’s you again. Do you enjoy coming to see me?”
“Of course not,” she replied.
“Don’t you take that attitude with me young lady. Well, judging by the number of times I have to see you that would appear to be the case. What excuse have you got this time?”
“He’s a friend of mine,” replied Collette.
“What sort of friend?”
“Just a friend,” she replied.
“In other words a boyfriend.”
Collette didn’t answer. Then she wouldn’t would she?
“You know the rules about meeting with boys and you know the consequences if you’re caught, don’t you?’
“Yes Miss.”
“Yes Miss what?” I asked. I always insisted that the girls address me by name.
“Very well. I have no sympathy with you. You’ve brought this on yourself. I’m going to have to cane you.” I said, getting up from my chair. “It’s not as if it’s the first time you’ve been in here for this, so I’m going to make sure that you don’t forget it in a hurry.”
Although this was my private room, I kept a cane here for just such occasions. Normally girls would see me in my office. I took the cane from its place in my bookcase and gave it a swish.
“Bend over.”
Collette bent over and rested her hands on her knees.
“Right over girl.”
Collette responded and I pulled up her skirt and slip. Then I lined up the cane. Then down it came with a swissshh
Whack!
I could see Collette flinch and I knew that I had hurt her.
Swisshhh
Whack!
“Ouch,” gasped Collette.
Swisshhh
Whack!
“Oooowww.”
Collette half rose and i quickly pushed her down again.
“Stay down,” I ordered.
Collette did as she was told. I knew that she was suffering.
.
Swissshh
Whack!
“Oooowwwch.”
She bent her knees before straightening them again.
I was about to give her another one but changed my mind. It wasn’t exactly a capital offence. I remembered at her age longing to have a boyfriend but my old fashioned mother forbade any contact with the opposite sex. I once dared to disobey her and got the thrashing of a lifetime with a leather strap. Never again.
“I don’t know how long you think you can keep this up, continually breaking the rules. If you’re caught again it’ll be six. Now get out,” I said angrily.
Collette wasted no time in leaving my room and much to my relief nobody else was brought to see me.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:17 pm
