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Ms. Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour at St Katherine’s School sat behind her desk in her office in disbelief. Never in her seventeen years as a teacher, and even in her seven years as Deputy Head Mistress, had she heard anything like it. She could not believe what the young Head of Music, Miss Mulligan, had told her that morning. Even when Rebecca had presented her with overwhelming evidence that one of the teachers at St Katherine’s had been over-stepping her authority for years, Jasmine found it hard to believe.

“Not Pauline Manson!” she had said.

Even as she flicked through the photocopied pages presented to her she continued to shake her head and doubt that it was genuine. The usually submissive Head of Music had insisted, despite Ms. Storey’s denials, that the contents of those photocopied pages came from a journal from the drawer in Pauline Manson’s desk.

“How did you find this?” Ms. Storey asked sceptically.

“I was doing a cover lesson for her when she was off last Friday.” For the first time in the four years that Rebecca had taught at St Katherine’s she felt comfortable in the presence of the no nonsense Deputy Head Mistress.

“The class were working away in silence and I needed a stapler,” the Head of Music lied.

Jasmine Storey placed the sizeable pile of A4 sheets of paper on her desk in front of her and stared across her desk at Rebecca Mulligan.

“I couldn’t find one in the top drawers of her desk and when I opened the large drawer below there were masses of papers, bags and all manner of things,” Miss Mulligan smiled.

“I found a thick, black A4 folder and just thought it was about History.” She looked down at her hands.

“When I read a few pages, I discovered that it was like a diary of the punishments she had been administering for the last eight years,” the young Head of Music exhaled heavily.

“I also found Peter Mitchell’s History coursework from the year before last, under everything else too. She punished him for “allegedly” not doing it – his punishment is detailed in her file.”

“I just can’t believe it, Rebecca,” Jasmine said softly.

In truth, Rebecca had volunteered for the cover lesson when she discovered that Miss Manson was absent. Miss Mulligan had never forgotten that day when she was asked by the Deputy Head Mistress to witness a punishment in her office. When the young teacher had discovered that the student who was to be punished was Joanne Wilson, she had felt extremely uncomfortable. Joanne was the Head Girl, had never been in trouble before at St Katherine’s and more importantly to Rebecca, was in her form class.

Rebecca Mulligan had found that forty or so minutes extremely difficult. Having to watch 18-year-old Joanne being punished in such a way for the first time, had almost reduced sensitive Rebecca to tears herself. She had been amazed how well the Head Girl had taken the punishment and how she had recovered afterwards. She had resolved to catch Miss Manson out even if it took her years. It had taken her less than a year and a half to find something that would hopefully lead to the school sacking that horrible, nasty, old woman.

Joanne had left St Katherine’s the previous year and had gone to University to study Law. She had never been back to visit St Katherine’s School in the sixteen or so months that had passed but had left her contact details for certain members of staff to keep in touch with her. One of the members of staff who had taken her mobile number and email address was Rebecca.

That evening after she arrived home after work, Rebecca thought about texting or emailing Joanne Wilson. She lost count of the times she found herself scrolling through her contacts on her mobile phone, finding Joanne’s number, staring at it and then deciding against texting her. She ate dinner, showered and settled down on her sofa watching a TV programme that she really was not interested in. She pulled her mobile phone from the pocket of her dressing gown, looked at it again, sighed heavily, selected “contacts” and soon found Joanne Wilson’s number. This time she tapped out a text, and after a few moments contemplating what she had written, tapped “send.”

“Hello Joanne. Its Miss Mulligan – Rebecca – I was just wondering how you are and hope that you are enjoying the Law.”

The young Music teacher spent the next hour or so as she did every other work night. Preparing her bag for the next day, making her lunch for school and making herself a cup of tea, which she carried into her living room, setting her cup down next to her mobile phone on the coffee table. Suddenly, the phone beeped loudly and lit up. She picked it up and opened the message – it was a reply from Joanne.

“Hello Miss. How are you? Hope that the school choir is as good as our year group was. Loving Law and hopefully coming home for the October half-term holiday before the schools’ finish. I may pop in to see everyone if I can.”

Miss Mulligan smiled. She would love to see Joanne. She really had missed her in the just over a year or so since she had left St Katherine’s. The Head Girl had been a real help to Rebecca. She had looked after her form class (not that they needed much looking after at 17 and 18 years’ old) whilst Rebecca was running various orchestra and choir practices almost every morning. Joanne Wilson had done anything that she was asked to do and never made a fuss about it. That is why, Rebecca sighed, she was going to get revenge for the punishment that Joanne had suffered thanks to that vindictive old woman, Pauline Manson.

“I made an interesting discovery at school last week xx”

Rebecca grimaced as she realised that she had sent the message before noticing the kisses she had included by accident.

“What was that, Miss? Everyone finally discovered that old Manson is a bitch and needs a good sorting out xxx”

Rebecca smiled. The ex-Head Girl had still not learned to forgive and forget.

“No. But funny that you should mention her. It was about her – and about her being a bitch xx”

The reply came almost instantly.

“Do tell, Miss. I’m intrigued.”

The young woman fidgeted with her dressing gown and thought for a few moments about whether she should tell her ex-student about the unofficial punishment register that she had found in Miss Manson’s desk. Finally, Rebecca decided that she would tell Joanne. After all, the deceitful actions of the woman had led to both Joanne’s boyfriend and Joanne herself, receiving punishments when they had done absolutely nothing wrong.

“Between us Joanne?”

“Sure, Miss Mulligan x” Joanne replied.

“Well, she was off work last Friday and I got one of her lessons to cover. I took the chance to look around in her desk and I found something out about her.”

“What? Her collection of sex toys xx” Rebecca smiled. Joanne was obviously enjoying finding out about Miss Manson.

“No. She keeps those in the cupboard with her History textbooks!” She smiled at her attempt at humour.

“Ha Ha! So, what did you find and did you spread it around the school. Put it on the Sixth Form notice boards and in this week’s School Bulletin. I would have xx”

Miss Mulligan thought about how to phrase it. Like Joanne, she found it hilarious that Pauline Manson had a dirty little secret but was also determined to bring it all out in the open to get some revenge for what poor Joanne Wilson had unnecessarily gone through that day in Ms. Storey’s office.

“In one of her desk drawers was a thick black A4 folder. I read it and it was a record of all the punishments that she has given for about eight years. She kept them out of the Punishment Record that Ms. Storey keeps. She details every little thing. And I mean – everything.”

Again, the reply was instant.

“Fuck! Can you email it to me? I’d love to see it. What does Ms. Storey say about it? What did she do to the old cow?”

Rebecca Mulligan grimaced again. She had thought about what Ms. Storey would do about it and had reached one conclusion. She would sweep it under the St Katherine’s carpet and hope it never emerged again.

“I photocopied it and put the original back where I had found it. I saw Miss Storey this morning and she was shocked. Didn’t believe it.”

Again, the reply was instantaneous. Rebecca began to wonder whether she should just call Joanne instead and tell her all this. She continued to text.

“Typical. So, the nasty bitch isn’t going to sack her?”

The young teacher smiled. Joanne was a lovely girl but obviously had not forgiven Jasmine for the punishment she had meted out. She began to laugh, remembering those last few weeks at school, after Joanne’s punishment. The way she had carried on around the members of staff as if nothing had changed and especially how she acted around Jasmine Storey, being so sickly nice about the “caring” Deputy Head Mistress in her leaving speech in front of the whole of her Year Group.

“I don’t know what she is going to do sweetie. Sorry. I wouldn’t be surprised if she kept it quiet.”

Rebecca Mulligan sent the message but then quickly tapped out another and sent that seconds later.

“I found something else in her drawer too – not her sex toys though xx” Miss Mulligan waited for the reply which took a moment to arrive.

“What Miss?”

“Peter’s missing piece of History coursework. The piece that she said he hadn’t handed in and punished him for. BTW – His punishment is in her folder too.”

The young teacher closed her eyes and awaited the reply. One way or another, she would have to make sure that Pauline Manson was made to explain her actions over all those years. Not only because Rebecca thought that what she had been doing to be wrong, but because in the most recent entries in Miss Manson’s punishment file, Rebecca Mulligan recognised many of the names of those who had been “unofficially” punished and felt a tear welling up in her right eye. Most of the names in there that she recognised were names of lovely students who would never have done anything like what had been described.

“Fucking cow! I’m going to come into school and talk to Storey if nothing gets done about her. Pete has never got over what she did to him”

Rebecca shook her head. She should not have texted Joanne. Within an hour this news would be spreading throughout Universities all over the country as text messages were sent between friends who had been students at St Katherine’s School. She would speak to the Deputy Head Mistress first thing the next morning and make sure that she did something about Miss Manson once and for all.

“Look. I’ll sort it out. I promise Joanne. Please just keep it between us for now. I’ll let you know what happens soon. Would love to see you when you get home. Becky xx”

The reply came just as Rebecca Mulligan was turning off her bedside lamp and pulling her duvet over her shoulders.

“Okay Miss. I’d love to see you too. Lots to tell you. Jo xx”

The following morning, whilst Rebecca was driving to work, thinking about what she was going to say to Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress was taking matters into her own hands. She had struggled to sleep that previous night, unable to put the thought that a long-serving member of school staff had been secretly punishing pupils without anyone ever knowing. Jasmine usually was the first car in the car park anyway but arrived extra early that day. She smiled as she turned her car’s engine off – the clock on her dashboard showed the time – 6.35am.

She said hello to the caretaker, who was on his rounds, opening and checking the school buildings, before heading through the main reception and into her office. She placed her handbag and large briefcase on the sofa before heading out of the door and over to the large reception desk. Jasmine walked behind the high counter and began looking for the punishment record which was kept in the right-hand drawer of the reception desk for members of staff to ask for it, to record punishments and then to leave it in the same place. This made it easier for Ms Storey to check it at the end of every school day.

Once she had the large, red, hard-backed A4 book in her hand, she closed the drawer and returned to her office. She placed the book on her large table in the corner and brought the photocopies that Rebecca Mulligan had presented her with the previous day out of her desk. She placed them next to the punishment record on the table and then left her office once more, allowing the door to close slowly behind her. Although there was no one else in school at that time, Jasmine hurried down the corridor and took the second set of stairs up to the top floor where the History department was located. Once she was standing outside Miss Manson’s classroom she sub-consciously looked over her shoulder before opening the locked door with her master key.

Ms. Storey walked inside the classroom and, despite there being no one else around, winced at the loud “click” “click” “click” noise that her high heels made as she walked across the wooden tiled floor to where Miss Manson’s desk was. She wasted no time in opening the large bottom drawer in the desk and rifling through the collection of bags and other rubbish that was in there until she found what she was looking for. The black A4 file described by Rebecca. She opened it and took a quick glimpse at the first entry. It was, indeed, the file that she had a photocopy of in her office. Jasmine continued to rummage around and soon found the piece of “missing” coursework that Rebecca had also described to her and photocopied too.

She looked at it. Neatly hand written and with Peter Mitchell’s name on it. He had also written the date on the piece of work – 16th May 2016. Jasmine shook her head and took care to replace the mess in the drawer the best she could. She didn’t want to raise Miss Manson’s suspicions that she had been caught. The young Deputy Head Mistress closed the drawer, picked up the A4 folder and placed the “undone” coursework inside the file too. She walked over to the door, ignoring the loud noise made by her high heels and left the classroom, locking the door with her key.

Jasmine arrived back at her office within a couple of minutes and placed the black A4 file on the table, covering it with the photocopied version and the school punishment record on the top. She made herself a cup of coffee in the staff kitchen and thought about what she was going to do that day. As a Deputy Head Mistress, she only taught one group of students each week – a group of the naughtiest Senior students in a lower ability Science class – and only saw them three times a week. Ms Storey smiled thinking about her class.

They were twelve of the most horrid kids in the school, who caused no manner of issues for other members of staff, but they were all so docile in her lesson. They were terrified by what Jasmine would do to them if they stepped out of line. Today being a Tuesday, she had no teaching at all. She did have meetings that afternoon with parents of students who had been in trouble more than three times during that half-term so far and the Year Twelve assembly first thing, but her morning was free. The Deputy Head Mistress would go through the evidence she had – reading every entry in Miss Manson’s folder and then talk with Mrs. Anderson the Head Mistress.

“Really, this should be her job” Jasmine thought to herself. However, she knew that the Head Mistress was counting off the days until she retired and would rather spend her days out of school at meetings or conferences and leaving the day-to-day running of St Katherine’s to Jasmine and her other Deputy Head Mistress, Michaela Kekkonen. Along with a good team of Assistant Head Teachers, Heads of Year and Heads of Department, St Katherine’s was an amazingly well-run school, and Mrs Anderson did her best not to get too involved or get in the way.

When she returned her office Ms. Storey sat down at the table, pulling out the A4 folder that she had taken from Miss Manson’s classroom. As soon as she looked at the first page, like Rebecca Mulligan, she began to remember the students who were mentioned in the file. Like Rebecca, she shook her head in disgust as she realised that most of the students mentioned were good kids who would have never done anything to warrant being punished in the way detailed by Miss Manson. She looked at the names smiling as she remembered most of them

“Natalie Heywood.” She turned the next page.

“Emily Saleeb.” Jasmine shook her head once again. Emily was now a Policewoman. She continued flipping through the pages, becoming increasingly angry with each one.

“Martin Lowton.”

“Peter Mitchell.” She suddenly sat back and read every word of what Pauline Manson had written neatly in blue ink.

“Peter Mitchell. Year 13. Form Class (13 DLW Miss Williams). Failure to hand in last piece of A-Level coursework despite repeated requests.”

Jasmine read each word of the entry.

“When confronted about missing work, Peter swore at me – “for fuck’s sake.” – Was to be sent to Ms. Storey but accepted my offer of an alternative punishment. Received his punishment on Tuesday 17th May in Head Girl’s Room. Hand spanked, slippered and strapped before having six strokes of the cane administered by the Head Girl.”

Ms Storey put her hand over her mouth. She had heard gossip that Peter Mitchell’s punishment was a lot more than what had been written here. She continued reading.

“He struggled to take it but seemed to enjoy it. Had a large erection during and after the punishment.”

Date: Tuesday 17th May 2016.

The noise level outside her office rose steadily and Jasmine looked at the clock on her wall – 8:05. She couldn’t believe that she had spent so long looking at the details in the folder. It would have to wait for now. Carefully closing the file and placing it back under her copy and the school punishment register, she stood up and walked out of her office, greeting various members of staff who were arriving. Jasmine walked briskly down the corridor and was soon standing outside Rebecca Mulligan’s office in the music department. She opened the door gently and found Rebecca tapping away at her laptop.

“Good Morning Rebecca. Have you got a moment?” Jasmine walked inside the small room and closed the door behind her.

“Morning, Ms. Storey. Of course. What can I do for you?” Rebecca continued tapping away until she finished her message. She pressed send and then focused totally on Jasmine who sat down on the chair opposite Rebecca.

“I went through the stuff you showed me yesterday and have compared it with the original. I admit to being very shocked.” Jasmine placed her hands on her knees.

“Its horrible what she does, Ms. Storey.” Rebecca said softly.

“I agree. And it is criminal too.” Jasmine Storey decided that Rebecca could be trusted and that she would tell her everything that she had planned.

“I’m going to cross check her punishments with the school’s punishment register. I know I won’t find any of what’s in her file in there, but I’m going to do it anyway.” Jasmine took a deep breath before continuing.

“I’m then going to speak with Mrs. Anderson and then I’ll have to confront Pauline about this.” Ms. Storey raised her right hand and brushed her dark hair from her eyes.

“What’s going to happen to her?” Miss Mulligan was aware that she was smiling.

“I don’t know. I should get the Police involved but don’t really want to do that for so many reasons.” The Deputy Head Mistress sensed what Rebecca was thinking.

“I know. Looks like a cover up, but we can’t risk this getting in the papers or on social media.” She inhaled deeply.

“I will probably get the Head Mistress to agree to “asking her to leave” and giving her a reference, or even early retirement, but I got so teary when I saw some of the names in her file and what she did to them.” She looked at the young music teacher who was smiling at her.

“Me too. I only know a few of the kids in there but they’re all really nice ones from what I can remember – I mean, Emily Saleeb, and the like.” Miss Mulligan’s laptop beeped as she received an email. She ignored it.

“Maybe she should come and arrest her – she’s a Policewoman don’t you know?” Jasmine laughed.

“No way!” Rebecca laughed too.

“She was just so quiet and lovely according to Virginia. She was in Ms. Nemetz’s Form class, wasn’t she?” Rebecca smiled. The Head of Languages, Ms. Virginia Nemetz, was one of her best friends at St Katherine’s and although Emily had left the school before Rebecca had even started there, her friend spoke often about the wonderful girl who had been Head Girl in 2012-2013.

“She was. Anyway, I’ve got the Year Twelve assembly to do this morning, so I’ll catch up with you later today and tell you what we’re going to do about this.” Ms. Storey got to her feet and turned to leave.

“I have an idea how we can make Miss Manson realise that what she has been doing is totally wrong.” Miss Mulligan had a wicked look in her eyes.

Jasmine sat down again. “Please, Rebecca. Do tell me more.”

After giving her “taking opportunities” assembly to the Year Twelve students, Ms. Storey went back to her office and began cross-checking Pauline Manson’s punishment file with her own, official school punishment record. As predicted, Pauline Manson had only made only one entry in the official record – a referral to Mrs Carey, the Head of Sixth form, for one of her year 12 History students who had failed to hand in three pieces of homework. That entry was dated Wednesday September 19th of this year. Then no more entries from Pauline Manson.

As she skimmed through the pages, she smiled as she recognised the same names of students – and the staff who were recording what punishments they had awarded. Some appeared more frequently than others – Miss Leonie MacKintosh being by far the most regular name. The Head of Girls’ PE had on average, at least four entries each day. Mainly for students who had forgotten their kit and had received Leonie’s size 10 plimsoll, or “The Enforcer” as she referred to it, as a reminder to have their kit next time. Usually, six smacks, delivered on the bare bottom whilst bent over her desk in the PE office. Some repeat offenders received twelve smacks and Jasmine found herself wincing at the thought of the very muscular and athletic Miss MacKintosh using her plimsoll on bare bottoms.

“Ouch!” She said quietly.

Ms. Storey was going to be thorough about all this before confronting Pauline Manson. Her unofficial punishments and the entries in her file started in 2010 so the Deputy Head Mistress walked to the cupboard and pulled out the registers that ran from 2012 right until the present one. She was glad that she had kept them, despite them taking up space and gathering dust in her cupboard. Again, Miss Manson’s name appeared only once in three of the books and not at all in the others. Always early in the year and then never again.

She made a note of the dates and then returned the large, hard-backed volumes to the cupboard and shut the door. Jasmine walked out of her office and over to the reception desk where she replaced the punishment register and then turned to go and see the Head Mistress, Mrs. Anderson. As she did this, she nearly walked straight into Pauline Manson, who was equally as shocked at nearly having her cup of tea knocked out of her hand.

“Oops, sorry. I really should look where I’m going.” Jasmine Storey smiled uncomfortably.

Pauline Manson smiled back. “No harm done.” And walked away down the corridor.

The Deputy Head Mistress shook her head and stood for a moment to re-gather her composure. She walked over to the Head Mistress’ office, knocked and waited for a reply.

“Come in!” The reply came almost instantly.

Jasmine pushed the door open and walked inside, where the Head Mistress, Mrs. Anderson, was sitting, working away at her computer. Ms. Storey closed the door quietly behind her and sat down in the visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, she told Kate Anderson what she had discovered, and they discussed what they could do about it. As predicted, the Head Mistress was reluctant to do anything, but her Deputy was determined to do something. Eventually, the older woman had relented and told Jasmine that she could deal with this most embarrassing issue and with that, their meeting was over.

Back in her office, the young Deputy Head Mistress had decided to follow Rebecca Mulligan’s plan. She really was beginning to like the young Head of Music. She was quiet and gentle, but at the same time, also had a real devious streak inside her. Ms. Storey spent the rest of the morning catching up with various jobs, mainly answering emails and making phone calls. Her last phone call she made before the lunch break was to Rebecca Mulligan. She was teaching, but her colleague, Mr Cranston said that he would get her to come to Jasmine’s office as soon as she was finished.

Ten minutes later, Rebecca was sitting opposite Jasmine in the Deputy Head Mistress’ office.

“Okay, Rebecca. This is what we’re going to do about Miss Manson.” She deliberately looked over to her table in the corner of her office where the photocopied punishment record was.

Ten days’ later, St Katherine’s staff were assembled in the school canteen for breakfast, provided by the school, before their training day. Mrs. Kekkonen, the Deputy Head Mistress who organised these days always liked to hold them on the final day before a holiday. It gave the staff a nice day to unwind and look forward to their half-term holiday. Jasmine Storey looked around the noisy dining hall and saw Pauline Manson in the queue of people waiting for their coffee and bacon sandwiches. She walked across the canteen and stood next to the serving hatch, waiting until Pauline had picked up a cup of coffee and was walking towards a table.

“Excuse me, Miss Manson. Could I have a quick word with you?” Jasmine smiled.

Pauline Manson suspected nothing and simply replied, “of course, Miss Storey.”

Jasmine walked away and into a quiet corner of the large room that was packed with members of the school staff, all chatting and growing increasingly excited for their week’s holiday after a long first half-term of the year.

“What can I do for you, Miss Storey?” Pauline asked quietly.

“Can I see you in my office at break time, please. I need to discuss something with you before the holiday.”

Pauline Manson was surprised, but Jasmine guessed that she still didn’t suspect the real reason why the Deputy Head Mistress wanted to see her. Besides, she had replaced the black A4 file in Miss Manson’s desk while the History teacher was in the school yard doing her lunch duty during that Tuesday last week. Ms. Storey hoped that she hadn’t missed it for the five or so hours that it was in her possession.

“Of course, Miss Storey. I’ll come along as soon as we get out of the hall.” Pauline smiled and turned and looked for somewhere to sit down.

The Deputy Head Mistress then began to search the crowded canteen for Rebecca Mulligan, who she eventually found sitting with the PE Mistresses. She walked across to their table and smiled at Leonie MacKintosh who was the first one to notice her standing there.

“Morning ladies. Hope you’re looking forward to the week off.” She said cheerily.

“Definitely ready for some sleep, Jazz. This half-term has been a killer!” Miss MacKintosh announced loudly.

Jasmine continued to smile politely. No one called her Jazz. No one. Not even the Head Mistress. Not even her own mother. However, for some reason, she allowed the seriously toned, Head of Girls’ PE to get away with it.

“Rebecca can I see you in my office at break time please?” She looked at the other women on the table and noticed that they had all turned their attention on Rebecca, who was sitting silently, nursing her cup of tea.

“Its about the music trip to Stockholm. I need some details from you.” She lied.

Rebecca Mulligan looked up at her confused, but then smiled back. She finally realised that their plan was on. She felt a warm, satisfying sensation between her legs and nodded.

“Of course, Ms. Storey. I’ll pop in at break time and bring those things you need, if that’s okay with you?” She subconsciously pushed her legs together under the table.

“Great. I’ll see you then and will have all the things out that we need to deal with.” Jasmine Storey turned and returned to her office. Thankfully she didn’t have to sit through the excitement of listening to a nurse talking about health issues.

That morning seemed to pass quickly. The school was quiet, and Jasmine took the opportunity to go up to Miss Manson’s classroom and take the A4 file from the bottom drawer in the desk as well as Peter Mitchell’s coursework that was squashed underneath it. She returned to her office and placed them in her desk. She then unlocked her cupboard and stood for a moment studying her impressive collection of corporal punishment implements which she had collected over the years. Jasmine smiled as she selected each one – knowing how they were going to be used that morning. She placed them on her table and then waited. Her peace was interrupted by her phone ringing. She picked it up on the second ring.

“Hello Ms. Storey. Its Naomi in reception. I’ve got Joanne Wilson and Peter Mitchell here to see you.” The voice said.

Jasmine smiled. “Thanks Naomi. I’ll be right out.”

She put the phone down and quickly checked her appearance. Once satisfied, she opened the door and walked over to reception. On the blue padded chairs sat two young people who she recognised at once.

“Hello, you two.” She was unsure what to do. She wanted to hug them both but decided on a hand shake instead and held out her right hand.

“Hello Miss Storey.” Joanne took Jasmine’s hand and shook it firmly.

“Hi, Miss.” Peter shook the Deputy Head Mistress’ hand gently.

Ms. Storey felt awkward, especially with Joanne. She looked so grown up out of her school uniform and had blossomed into a good-looking young lady. Peter was smart but still extremely quiet and she could tell that he was nervous about being back at school, and at the thought of what they were going to do that morning.

“I guess you’d like to go to the Head Girl’s room and get ready?” She asked.

“Yes Miss. It would be nice to see my old room and see how they’ve changed things.” Joanne Wilson smiled.

“Ah yes, your immediate successor, Holly Markham was similar to yourself, but our current Head Girl, Clare O’Driscoll is quiet and tends to avoid punishing those who get sent to her.” Ms. Storey began to relax a little more as they walked the short distance to the Head Girl’s room.

She stopped once they had reached the door and unlocked it with her key.

“She’s nice enough though and is a good Head Girl.” She pushed the door open and stepped back, allowing Joanne and Peter into the room.

“Thanks Miss.” Peter said as he walked behind Joanne.

“Remember to wait here until Miss Mulligan comes and gets you. It shouldn’t be too long after break time.” The Deputy Head Mistress smiled and walked back to her office.

At eleven o’clock the alarm went to signal the beginning of break time. Unlike most other days at St Katherine’s the corridors were quiet and Jasmine waited in her office. A few moments later there was a knock on her door and she inhaled deeply and waited for a moment. Everything was set.

“Come in.” Jasmine Storey said louder than she had intended.

The door opened slowly, and she could see that Miss Manson was standing in the corridor.

“You wanted to see me, Miss Storey?” The History teacher asked quietly.

“Yes. Yes – I did.” Ms. Storey smiled warmly. “Come and sit down.” She pointed to her visitor’s chair.

Pauline Manson nodded and walked to the visitor’s chair and sat down slowly. She paid no attention to the implements or the papers and files on Jasmine’s table to her right.

The Deputy Head Mistress took a breath before continuing. She tried to keep smiling at Pauline Manson who sat there in silence.

“Right, well I needed to talk to you about a concern that has been raised recently.” Jasmine watched Pauline carefully.

“You are aware that all punishments must be entered into the school’s punishment register and signed by the staff member who awards that punishment so that I can keep a track of things?”

“Yes, Miss Storey. I do.” Miss Manson answered confidently. Jasmine got up from her seat and picked up the thick hard-backed book from the table.

“This register.” Jasmine Storey emphasized.

Pauline remained silent as the Deputy Head Mistress continued.

“It came to my attention that your punishments were not being recorded Pauline and I would like to know why?” She returned to her leather chair and sat down once more, not taking her blue eyes off Miss Manson.

“I don’t feel the need to punish my classes that often, Miss Storey.” The older woman answered.

“That’s not true, is it?” Ms. Storey got to her feet once more and walked to the table, picking up the black A4 folder in her right hand. She turned around and held it up for a visibly shocked Miss Manson to see.

“Because you have been dishing out punishments in secret. Isn’t that the truth of the matter?” The Deputy Head Mistress walked back to her chair and sat down.

Pauline Manson said nothing as Jasmine opened the file and read several entries aloud. Miss Manson knew she was in trouble but remained silent. Jasmine Storey was a woman who would tell her exactly what was going to happen to her. After half a dozen entries had been read, Jasmine closed the folder with a loud “snap!” and stared angrily across her desk at an emotionless Pauline Manson.

“By rights, I should get the Police involved.” She said calmly.

“But I do not want to embarrass people or drag the good reputation and name of this school through the dirt.” She stood up and removed her navy jacket, placing it on the back of her leather chair, before returning her attention to Pauline.

“I am going to give you a choice, although I don’t know why – you obviously did not give the students in your classes much of a choice, did you?” Ms. Storey paused.

“You will resign from St Katherine’s with immediate effect. We will provide you with a fair reference and you will abide by one other condition.” Jasmine stood up and shook her head at the woman sitting before her.

Pauline say for a moment before answering.

“And if I don’t do that?” She looked nervously at Ms. Storey who continued to stare at her.

“Then I will call the Police and hand this over to them. I’m sure there are plenty of assault charges in there, wouldn’t you agree Pauline?” She exhaled heavily.

Pauline Manson nodded and looked down at her lap. She remained this way for a moment, only moving when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” The Deputy Head Mistress raised her voice again more than she intended and watched as her door opened.

Rebecca Mulligan walked in and closed the door behind her. She said nothing as she sat on the sofa behind the chair on which Pauline was sitting. Jasmine did not react, and it took Pauline by surprise. She looked behind her at Rebecca, and then to Ms. Storey, who was still waiting for her answer. Pauline thought to herself quickly and fearing the impact of having her name and picture splashed all over the newspapers and the humiliation of a court case, made a quick decision.

“I’ll resign, Ms. Storey.” She said reluctantly.

“Well, that’s solved part of our problem, Pauline.” She walked around her desk and sat on the corner, looking first at Rebecca and then down at Miss Manson.

“The other condition is that you will be punished, in the same way as you punished many of the students in your file, and then you will leave this school. Is that understood?” Jasmine got to her feet and waited for a reply.

Pauline thought it over. She didn’t want to resign but did not want to be punished on top of that. Any punishment given to her by the Deputy Head Mistress would be hard and unnecessary in her view. After all, the young woman had got what she wanted in being able to get rid of her. However, she could see that Jasmine Storey was serious and determined. At that moment, the alarm went to signal the end of break and Jasmine was waiting for the answer. Pauline Manson looked down at her lap, then behind her at Rebecca and then at Ms. Storey who was standing near her.

“Very well. I’ll take your punishment, although I have no idea why?” The History teacher looked down at her shoes.

“Because you need to know how you made all those students feel. And besides, they had done nothing seriously wrong - YOU on the other hand have done something really unacceptable!” Jasmine found herself raising her voice as she would when dealing with a naughty student.

“Right, Pauline, we’ll get this over with. Rebecca can you go and fetch the things I need.” She smiled at Rebecca, who got to her feet and walked to the door, opening it gently and quietly leaving the room.

In the two minutes that she was alone with Jasmine, neither woman said a word. Jasmine Storey turned and stared out of her window. Pauline sat and looked at her hands, still in disbelief at what was about to happen to her. Her – a woman of 56-years of age, about to be punished like a naughty pupil. Her mind was racing, but in what seemed like no time, the office door opened, and Pauline Manson turned around. She saw Rebecca Mulligan, closely followed by two people she recognised at once – Peter Mitchell, followed by the former Head Girl Joanne Wilson. The Deputy Head Mistress turned from the window to face them.

Miss Manson’s mouth opened wide as she realised what was going to happen to her. Peter wore a white t shirt and jeans, but Joanne was dressed in her St Katherine’s uniform. She had obviously put on a little weight since 2016, but she still just about fitted into the blue long-sleeved blouse and grey, pleated knee-length skirt. She wore a school tie and the red Head Girl’s badge was proudly displayed high on the left-hand side of her blouse. As Pauline looked her up and down she could even see that she was wearing white knee length school socks and black school shoes.

“Miss Storey, I agreed to be punished – but by you.” Pauline said panicking.

Jasmine smiled at Rebecca, Peter and Joanne, who stood behind where Pauline was sitting.

“Actually, you agreed to a punishment. I never said that it would be from me.” She folded her arms across her chest.

“You were cruel to a lot of our students, so I figured that it was fitting that two of our best former pupils, and two students who fell foul of your nasty ways, are the ones who deal with you today.” The young woman remained unmoved.

“But Joanne? I never punished her!” Miss Manson protested.

“Not directly. But I know about the statement you wrote for Melissa. You got her to copy it word for word and then sign it!” Ms. Storey snapped back immediately.

Pauline exhaled loudly. She had little choice to submit to the punishment and sat silently for a few moments, being watched closely by everyone in the spacious office.

“Fair enough. What happens now?” She asked meekly.

Jasmine Storey went and sat back in her leather chair and looked up at Joanne, Peter and Rebecca, who were standing behind the defeated History teacher who sat in the visitor’s chair.

“Its over to Miss Wilson here. She will be dealing with you. Joanne let’s get this over with dear.” The Deputy Head Mistress smiled as Joanne Wilson took a step forward. Pauline Manson looked up at her.

“Stand up and take your jeans and pants off.” She commanded firmly.

After a few more moments contemplating the situation, Pauline stood up and kicked her shoes off, before slowly lowering her jeans, which she turned around, stepped forward and dropped them on the sofa. She then reluctantly lowered her knickers, stepping out of them and then placing them on top of her jeans that lay on the sofa. Joanne stood beside her and pulled the visitors’ chair around so that she was facing away from Ms. Storey’s desk. She shot Pauline an angry stare before taking a deep breath and sitting down on the chair. She pulled her skirt down over her knees and opened her legs ever so slightly.

“Over you go.” She said quietly, but lifted her arms, indicating with her right hand that Pauline should bend over her knee and put her hands flat on the floor.

Pauline Manson hesitated momentarily, before stepping forward and slowly lowering herself over the 20-year-old’s large lap. She placed her hands flat on the carpeted floor and closed her eyes. Joanne Wilson shuffled around slightly on the chair and used her right hand to gently move Miss Manson’s legs further apart, until she had her in the perfect position for a spanking. When she punished a misbehaving student, she usually rubbed their bottoms with her hand before beginning their punishment, but she had decided that Pauline Manson deserved no such sympathy. Joanne flicked her long red hair, out of her eyes, smiled at Rebecca and Peter who stood opposite her, raised her hand high in the air, and brought it crashing down on Pauline’s fleshy buttocks with a loud, and satisfying “slap!”

Once the pain had registered in Miss Manson’s brain she let out a yell, but Joanne ignored her. She said nothing for the next five minutes concentrating on teaching the teacher a lesson she would never forget. Jasmine Storey sat in her chair watching the punishment and felt herself getting hot and wet between her legs. She closed her legs together and watched transfixed as Joanne’s hard right hand landed every few seconds with a loud “slap!”

Pauline Manson did not take long to understand how painful a spanking could be. She threw her right hand up and desperately tried to cover her bottom with it to stop Joanne from spanking her.

“No, you don’t you, horrible bitch!” Joanne raised her voice and simply took the flailing arm in her left hand and held it behind Pauline’s back. She resumed her spanking.

“Slap!” Joanne smacked the woman hard on the back of her legs.

“Slap!” She deliberately hit her in the crease between thighs and buttocks, smiling as Pauline screamed.

“Slap!” “slap!” “slap!” “slap!” Joanne gave Miss Manson a final rapid-fire spanking on her red and hot bottom, ensuring that she hit as hard and covered as much of the sizeable bottom, lying defenceless over her lap.

She paused for a moment and let Pauline’s right hand go. It fell to the floor and Joanne leaned back in the chair, breathing heavily. She would have normally rubbed the bottom lying over her lap at this point, but she wasn’t going to show Miss Manson any sympathy. After all, this nasty teacher hadn’t shown much to her students over the years.

She ran her right hand through her hair and looked at Rebecca Mulligan, who was open-mouthed at what she had just witnessed.

“Miss, can you hand me the slipper from the table, please?” She asked, looking down at Pauline, who was breathing heavily and sobbing.

Rebecca shook herself from her daydream and walked over to the table and picked up the rubber-soled slipper, looking at it closely, before walking back to Joanne and placing it in her right hand. Miss Mulligan then re-took her position standing next to Peter, who towered over her by a good eight inches.

Joanne grasped the slipper tightly in her relatively small hand and tapped it once gently on Miss Manson’s bottom before raising it high in the air and bringing it down with a loud “thud!” right across the centre of Pauline’s bottom. Again, she moved her right arm, but then thought better of it and returned it to the floor. Her sobs and sniffs were clearly audible to everyone in the room by this point.

The ex-Head Girl waited for Pauline Manson to settle once more over her lap and pulled the older woman closer in to her skirt and blouse ensuring that she didn’t slip from her knee. She then resumed her work and brought the slipper down on Miss Manson’s red and bruised buttocks no less than forty more times. Each “thud!” causing her bottom to wobble and leaving a red imprint. For the final half dozen smacks, Joanne decided that she would target the backs of the History teacher’s legs, just as Ms. Storey had done to her during her only punishment at St Katherine’s School.

“Thud!” The white skin on Pauline’s thigh immediately turned a light shade of red.

“Thud!” The opposite thigh received the same treatment.

“Thud!” Joanne hit the perfect spot in between buttock and thigh and smiled.

“Thud!” Lower down on Miss Manson’s right thigh.

“Thud!” The same spot on her left thigh.

“Thud!” A final smack right across the centre of her fleshy, and by this time, deep red, and swollen bottom.

Ms. Storey, who until this point had been watching the punishment from behind Joanne, got to her feet and looked down at Miss Manson. She was sobbing and snivelling. Jasmine then looked at Joanne and took the slipper from her. She walked to her table and placed it down before returning her attention to the 20-year-old sitting with Pauline Manson draped across her lap.

“So, what’s next, young lady?” She smiled a beaming smile. She was enjoying this almost as much as Joanne and Rebecca were. Peter Mitchell stood there uncomfortably.

Joanne exhaled deeply. She needed a rest.

“I think, if it is okay with you Miss, I’d like to use your American paddle.” She smiled at Rebecca who knew the significance of this implement.

Jasmine Storey thought about this for a moment. Only she had ever used that implement which she had received as a gift from her ex-husband. She had only ever used it at school once and had never used it since. However, this was a similar situation and after a few more moments contemplation, walked to her cupboard, opened the door and picked it from the top shelf where it was lying. Joanne Wilson smiled as she saw the Deputy Head Mistress holding it in her hand.

“There you are, young lady.” Jasmine said softly.

“Oh no, Miss. This is for Pete. I think its only fair that he gets a chance to show her how upset he is about what she did to him – for no reason whatsoever!” Joanne emphasized those last words, to show Pauline Manson how angry she was.

“Very well.” Ms. Storey handed the paddle to Peter who looked stunned, uncomfortable and confused. The Deputy Head Mistress smiled at him, but that didn’t seem to help.

“Up! And go and bend over the table over there.” Joanne instructed and slowly Pauline Manson complied, still letting out the occasional sniff and sob.

“Spread your legs wider!” Joanne raised her voice and got to her feet, walking over to where Pauline was struggling to get into position.

“Remember, you held him down to take his caning? Well, I’m going to hold you while he paddles your arse.” She walked around the table and once standing opposite where Pauline was lying face down she grabbed her wrists and held them with both hands.

Out of Miss Manson’s sight, Peter Mitchell walked over to Pauline’s left side and tentatively held the paddle out, measuring the large, thick, holed piece of varnished wood out across the two wobbling red globes in front of him.

“Just as we practised, Sweetie.” Joanne Wilson said softly.

“How Many should I do, Miss? Joanne?” Peter searched for help. It was his girlfriend who replied.

“At least twenty-four and remember that she was the one who got me punished by Miss.” The ex-Head Girl looked at Jasmine, then back to her boyfriend.

Jasmine looked down at the floor and then at Rebecca, who hadn’t said a word the whole time, although she looked fascinated by what she was witnessing. Peter Mitchell tapped the paddle a few more times gently against Miss Manson’s bottom, before drawing it back. He looked at Jasmine Storey, then over at Rebecca Mulligan who smiled kindly at him and then, finally, to Joanne. She nodded and a second later the heavy wooden paddle landed, right across the middle of Pauline’s bottom with a loud “smack!”

The woman instinctively lurched forward but was held securely in place over the table by Joanne, who grasped her wrists tightly.

“Good, baby. And again.” Joanne Wilson instructed.

Seconds later the paddle landed once more. In the same place as the first stroke. Pauline Manson wriggled and writhed for an age in between swats but there was to be no escape from her punishment. The strength of the 20-year-old ex-Head Girl would make sure of that.

Peter Mitchell had administered half of the twenty-four swats when he suddenly stopped and put the paddle down on Jasmine’s desk.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do this, Jo.” He looked at Jasmine Storey who began walking over to him. He then turned to Rebecca Mulligan, who took his right arm, stroking it gently. She could see that he was about to start crying.

“Its okay Lovely. We’ll do the rest if you like?” She wanted to give the tall young man a cuddle but thought better of doing that.

“I’ll give her the rest of the swats if you like.” Miss Mulligan smiled and watched Peter sit down on the sofa.

During this time, Joanne continued to hold onto Pauline Manson, who was sniffing and sobbing. The Head of Music walked to the desk and picked up the wooden paddle. She noticed that it had spots of blood on it and nodded as she saw the marks and bruises that appeared on Pauline Manson’s bottom. Rebecca took up her position at Pauline’s left side and laid the paddle out across the bottom in front of her. She placed her left foot out in front of her right and placed her left hand on her left hip. Ms. Storey smiled as she realised that Rebecca was using the exact same stance as she used when administering a punishment. Miss Mulligan drew the paddle back and brought it down with a loud “smack!” a second later.

She took her time to administer the twelve swats. Partly to allow Pauline Manson to recover between swats and partly because she wanted to take as long as she possibly could. Once she had finished, she laid the paddle down gently on the edge of Jasmine’s desk and went and sat down next to Peter on the sofa, placing his large hand in hers. The Deputy Head Mistress bent down next to her desk and rummaged around in the basket in which she kept her impressive collection of canes. She knew which one would be used for this punishment. No hesitation. Joanne had an identical one when she was Head Girl and it had been used, unjustly, on her boyfriend’s poor bottom.

“This one.” Jasmine said softly and watched as Joanne Wilson released her grip on Pauline Manson, who continued to sob and sniff.

“How many, Miss?” Joanne was standing at Jasmine’s side and trying to rearrange her blouse and tie, which had become crumpled during the punishment so far.

“Peter. How many strokes did you receive?”

Peter Mitchell was in a daze and had to think about what the Deputy Head Mistress had just asked him. Although he loved Joanne Wilson very much, the feeling of Rebecca holding his hand in hers, had given him an erection, and he blushed.

“Twenty-four, Miss Storey.” He tried to think about something else to stop the bulge in his jeans growing any further.

“Very well. You can give Miss Manson the same number of strokes.” Jasmine Storey handed the white handled senior dragon cane to Joanne, who took it in her right hand and swished it loudly through the air.

“Back in position over that table and do not move – or I’ll give you extra.” Joanne said sternly, and Miss Manson struggled to position herself back over the table. The Deputy Head Mistress moved to where Joanne had been standing to hold Pauline down and replaced her – taking Pauline’s hands in hers and holding her firmly.

Out of Miss Manson’s view, Joanne Wilson took up her position, opened her legs until she was perfectly balanced and began tapping the red and bruised bottom that was lying exposed in front of her. She wasted no time in raising the cane high above her head, extending her right arm fully, before bringing it down with a thunderous “thwack!” low across the centre of Pauline’s buttocks.

Pauline Manson tried to move, and her sobs and snivelling became more intense, but Jasmine held her securely in place.

“Thwack!” Joanne landed her second stroke right in the crease between thighs and buttocks. Ms. Storey struggled to hold Miss Manson but eventually she settled down.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The ex-Head Girl deliberately concentrated on the delicate area in between buttock and thighs. This would ensure that Miss Manson would have a reminder of her punishment for a few days to come. She adjusted the right sleeve of her old school blouse, which she concluded, really was too small for her, before returning to the matter in hand.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Joanne Wilson deliberately landed the strokes on Pauline’s right bum cheek, about 1 centimetre apart and then repeated the dose on her left buttock.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The young lady paused and bent down to admire the neat red lines that were clearly visible on Pauline Manson’s bottom.

Joanne smiled at Jasmine and then turned to Rebecca.

“Miss, I think you should finish seen as if you hadn’t believed us then we would never have caught her.” She held the cane, that was marked with small splashes of blood out towards the young music teacher.

Rebecca let go of Peter’s hand and got to her feet, untucking her t shirt from her jeans and then taking the cane in her right hand. She stepped into the position that Joanne had held a moment earlier and placed the cane across the centre of Pauline Manson’s bottom. Joanne sat next to her boyfriend and he put his arm around her, kissing her gently on the cheek.

Rebecca Mulligan said nothing. She concentrated on where her first cane stroke would land on the bottom in front of her. Once she was happy she drew it back, not as high as she had seen Joanne or Jasmine do previously but brought it down with as much force as the diminutive Rebecca could muster.

“Thwack!” The cane bit into Pauline Manson’s right buttock

“Thwack!” Her left buttock received the same treatment.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” She whipped out two rapid-fire strokes on Pauline’s lower right buttock.

She paused and smiled. Only two days’ previously, she had seen her friend, PE teacher, Miss Russell, do this and was pleased that she was learning the skills needed to discipline naughty students so quickly. She resumed her position and allowed Miss Manson a moment to regather her composure. Ms. Storey still held her and looked straight at Rebecca, who raised the cane high in the air.

“Thwack!” She tried to push the cane as far as she could into Pauline’s bottom. As she brought the cane back she noticed the deep red straight line that last stroke had left.

Rebecca took a deep breath and nodded at the Deputy Head Mistress. She raised the cane one last time and brought it swishing through the air, hearing it land a second later with a satisfying “Thwack!” on Pauline Manson’s red and swollen bottom.

Jasmine Storey continued to hold a sobbing and snivelling Miss Manson for a moment and when she did eventually move, she watched the older lady who simply continued to lie bent over the table. The Deputy Head Mistress took the cane from Miss Mulligan and placed it on her desk.

“Go and fetch Mia please, Rebecca,” Jasmine said softly, and the young teacher turned and left the room quietly.

Once the school nurse, Mia McKenna had cleaned Pauline Manson up, Jasmine told the disgraced teacher to leave her office, to go and collect her things from her room, hand in her security badge and to leave the building. Pauline Manson did this without a word.

Jasmine spent the rest of the morning with Peter, Joanne and Rebecca in her office. She apologised to the two former students and kept smiling at Rebecca Mulligan. She’d obviously been taking lessons in how to punish naughty students from her friends in the PE department. As they were leaving Ms. Storey’s office, Peter noticed that Rebecca had a discreet tattoo high up on her left arm. Her t shirt had moved and allowed him to see some of it.

“What does it say, Miss?” he asked.

“What Goes Around – Comes Around!” she replied.

And that is so true.