A Home Visit by Mrs Jensen
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It seems amazing to me how a seemingly harmless chat with a friend can lead to unexpected consequences. That is exactly what happened to me after one evening chatting over a drink to my childhood friend, Lucy Williams.
We had both been schooled in the 1980s when corporal punishment was being abolished in schools in the UK. It had been used during our time in primary school, although neither of us had witnessed or experienced it, and by the time we started secondary school it had been outlawed. However, there were always stories, that were probably only gossip, of physical punishments still being used against students – mainly by female members of staff. During my time at school, I had been given a few detentions for various minor misdemeanours but had been a well-behaved student who had done pretty much what was asked of him, without question or argument. I was well-mannered and quiet and generally respected my teachers. Lucy had been too.
I had never really enjoyed my time at school and had moved onto college, then university, without ever wasting much time thinking about my five years at secondary school. It had not been a particularly happy experience for me and, unlike others, I had never returned to see my old teachers or to tell them what I was up to with my life. However, I had developed an interest in corporal punishment from looking at magazines and videos in those days and, with the birth of the internet, my fascination with it grew more intense, spending every day looking at some spanking site or other. I even considered visiting a “professional” lady just to experience a roleplay punishment of what may have happened to me had I attended school just a few years earlier than I had done. Until that evening chatting to Lucy, she had no idea of my interest, but as a seriously good friend who would do anything for me if I asked her, once she found out about my curiosity, she was determined to help me deal with it.
I have no idea how the conversation moved onto the topic of my interest in being physically punished but always remember Lucy’s reaction. That was because she did not show one at all. In fact, she took it all in her stride.
“So, what makes you want to be punished?” Lucy leaned in closer.
I shrugged, unsure of what to say next, looking everywhere but at her. “I don’t know. Just want to know what it feels like and what the whole ritual is with it.”
She smiled and took my right hand and held it. “What do you mean – the ritual?”
I looked up into her eyes. “Well, being summoned to the headmistress’ office and telling her why I had been sent to her. Then being told off before she informs you of the punishment that she’s going to give you.” I realised that Lucy was squeezing my hand tightly.
I continued, “Then being told to remove your uniform as she gathers up the implements she’s going to use on me.” I was aware that talking about being punished was giving me an erection and I tried to think of other things to stop it from growing in my trousers.
“Then what?” The smile on Lucy’s face grew wider.
I took a deep breath. “Then she’d order me to bend over her desk and continue to tell me off for my bad behaviour before starting the punishment.”
Lucy removed her hand from mine and took a sip from her glass. She then bent down and retrieved her bag from under the table. She placed it on the table and rummaged around until she found her mobile phone. She replaced her bag on the floor and started scrolling through the contents of her phone, obviously looking for something.
I continued, as Lucy kept searching. “After the punishment, she’d maybe make me stand in the corner before telling me off and making me dress again. Then I’d be sent back to class with a sore bottom.” I laughed nervously, as Lucy found exactly what she had been searching for.
She took a deep breath and looked straight into my eyes with her piercing ice-blue eyes. “Are you serious?” she asked quietly.
I didn’t even hesitate before answering. “Yes.”
Lucy laid her phone on the table and placed her hands either side of it. She continued smiling and took a deep breath.
“Okay, what if I could help you with that?” Lucy stared at me.
I shook my head. “What do you mean?”
Lucy picked up her phone from the table. “With your desire to experience punishment.”
I had imagined being placed over Lucy’s knee on many occasions but had never been able to ask her outright if she would do it to me. I reckoned that she would be very hard-handed and that any spanking from Lucy would be felt for days afterward.
“Will you punish me, Lucy?” I said quietly. She was wearing a silky knee-length yellow dress and I began to imagine her taking my underpants down, placing me over her knees and then spanking my bare bottom.
Lucy coughed and looked taken aback. “Oh, no.” Her left hand covered her mouth for a second before she continued.
“No, I couldn’t do what you want. Besides, you want a real punishment. Anything I would give you couldn’t be a genuine punishment and we’re both likely to end up laughing at one another.” The smile reappeared on her face as she picked up her glass and took a mouthful of wine.
I felt a bit embarrassed and looked away from her. My friend swallowed her wine, placed the glass on the table and took my hand once again, giving it a hard squeeze to regain my attention.
“Do you remember Rebecca Curran, Pete?” she asked quietly.
I was surprised at the apparent change of conversation. But I certainly knew Rebecca. She had been one of our group at friends at school and college who had not been so well behaved as Lucy and myself had been. She had been in trouble regularly and was always being placed in detention for her behaviour or outbursts in class. Unlike Lucy, who had kept in regular contact with her, I had only seen her occasionally in the years after leaving school. I could remember some of Rebecca’s behaviour but the fact that she had long, bright red-dyed hair was the first thing that came to my mind about her.
“I haven’t seen her in ages,” I replied.
“She’s doing well these days. She runs her own business – and still has that bright red hair!” Lucy raised her voice.
I wasn’t sure where Lucy was leading, so simply blurted out. “So, you want me to go and see Becca to get punished – I never thought she’d be into it too.”
For the first time that evening, the look on Lucy’s face became serious and she exhaled deeply.
“No, you idiot.” Lucy ran her finger across the screen of her mobile phone.
“Do you know what Rebecca’s auntie does for a living?” She stared right through me.
I had no idea about Becca Curran’s family. “No. I don’t know any of them, Lucy.” I replied.
Lucy continued to stare at me. “Her Auntie Louise is the headmistress at Riverside Academy.”
Riverside Academy had been the best achieving school in the city when we were at school.
Lucy continued. “She’s been teaching for years and has been the headmistress there for about fifteen years – she retires in a few years’ time. I think she’s taught for nearly forty years and according to Becca, she had to punish naughty kids in her first few years of teaching – when they could cane naughty kids, that is.”
Lucy took a breath and continued. “Do you remember Karen Newman who was in our form class?”
Karen had been the total opposite of everyone in our friendship group at school. She had been popular, intelligent, had a great sense of humour and was very good-looking. After school, she had sailed through college and university, got a good job in London and moved away from home. Many years later I had seen her in the city centre and we had chatted about our lives. She had moved back home and was trying to rebuild her life after a bad relationship. I’m the kind of man who never knows what to say to things like that, so I had made my excuses and we went our separate ways. Lucy, on the other hand, had tracked her down on Facebook and they were in regular contact.
“I saw her in town a while back,” I said, taking a mouthful of beer from my pint, which I had been neglecting.
Lucy turned her phone around and placed the screen so that I could see what was displayed. It was an image of someone’s bottom. When I looked closer, I could see that it was like the many images I had seen on the internet of the results of corporal punishment. It had a set of six neat red lines across it, expertly spaced out across the skin.
“Is that yours?” I asked half-jokingly. I knew that it wasn’t, as it was far too small for Lucy’s bottom.
She flicked over to another image, showing a bottom that had obviously just had corporal punishment administered to it.
“Fuck off!” Lucy spat out. “It’s Karen’s arse after she got caned and spanked.”
I was shocked. I thought that this fascination was just something that I held myself. “Who did that to her?” I asked quietly.
“Becca’s Auntie Louise,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Why?” I was intrigued.
Lucy locked her phone and placed it back on the table in front of her. “Because she wanted help with her issues.” She started to play with her hair, which she had tied up.
“Karen told Becca about her interest in being punished and Becca, being Becca, joked that maybe her Auntie could help her with the corporal punishment aspect of it.” Lucy laughed.
“Becca told her Auntie Louise who then said that she would like to help Karen.” Lucy took her hands and tried to iron the creases from her yellow dress.
“They arranged it so that Karen would visit Louise at school after everyone had gone home. She went to her office and Louise dealt with her.”
I was amazed. “She caned her?” I asked excitedly.
Lucy knew that I was excited. “From what Becca found out, she said that her Aunt Louise had put Karen over her knee and smacked her on her bottom before caning her.”
“Wow!” I replied, jealous of Karen Newman.
“She goes back regularly to have a punishment from Louise, who seems happy to do it.” There was a sparkle in Lucy’s eyes before she continued.
“Maybe Becca could ask her auntie if she would see you too for a punishment?” She stared at me.
“God, that would be amazing,” was my instant reply. I gave no thought to the fact that Rebecca Curran would never let me forget this. If she knew that I wanted to be spanked, Becca would bring it up every time she saw me.
Lucy paused and then nodded her head. “Okay, sweetie, I’ll text Becca and ask if she can get her aunt to see you. No promises though.”
A month went by and although I saw Lucy regularly, we never mentioned our conversation about being punished. I never asked her whether she had texted Rebecca Curran and asked her whether her Aunt Louise would see me. I admit that I thought about it constantly, being summoned to Louise’s office to be dealt with. Being made to explain my behaviour to her. Then being scolded by her before being told to assume the position and take a dose of corporal punishment from her. That was, until one Sunday morning when I received a text from Lucy. I smiled as I opened it and it simply asked:
“Are you off work this week, Hun xxx”
I never thought that this text meant that Louise Jensen had agreed to meet me. I simply replied,
“Have a week’s holiday and plan to sleep!”
Lucy’s reply came almost instantly.
“I told Becca about you wanting to meet her Auntie. She just texted me back – Louise will see you after school next Wednesday.”
I could feel the erection in my underpants growing at the thought and we kept the text conversation going.
“Wow! What time do I have to be there?”
“5:30 pm. She said it would be best as everyone will have gone home and that she’ll be there alone.”
“Do I need to take anything with me?”
“No. Just turn up. She’ll give you a taste of the punishment I told Becca about.”
“What did you tell her?”
“Everything – LOL!”
I loved Lucy and her sense of humour, but I immediately began to get nervous. I was going to turn up at an unfamiliar school, meet a woman who I had never met before and did not know, be treated like a naughty schoolboy and have God knows what put across my bottom.
As the days of my holiday went by, the questions became more intense.
“What if she expects me to strip off totally?”
“What if I get an erection in front of her?”
“What will she be wearing?”
“Will she expect me to lie over her knee?”
“What if I have an accident whilst lying over her lap?”
I admit that I did not sleep those three nights before Wednesday came around. I was nervous, but also texts from Lucy also kept it on my mind. She was generally supportive, but by Wednesday morning, it was becoming too much for me.
“Looking forward to your detention this afternoon, Sweetie xxx”
I was increasingly anxious and began to show my doubts.
“I might not go, Lucy – I am so nervous.”
Lucy always had a way of getting through to me and replied almost instantly.
“Pete, you have to go. Even if you say that you’ve changed your mind. Becca really had to persuade her Auntie to see you. I’m sure that she’ll be understanding xxx”
I exhaled deeply and with that, I decided to go through with it, or at least, go through with meeting Mrs. Jensen.
“Okay. I’ll go and see her and see how I feel about it all. Love you xx”
The morning and afternoon passed slowly. No matter what I did to kill the time, the clock seemed to move slower than usual. I went to the gym. Then made lunch. Then showered for a third time that day. Then dressed as smartly as I thought was acceptable. Then I read a little. Finally, when I checked my watch it was just before five o’clock. I decided that a slow walk to the school would get me there just before 5:20 pm.
I grabbed my keys and my mobile phone and closed the front door. I walked as slowly as I could and tried to relax. In what seemed like no time at all, I was standing outside the main entrance of the Riverside Academy. It had been rebuilt recently and I stood there admiring the impressive new buildings. I looked at the car park and could only see two cars there – one, quite obviously, would belong to the headmistress, Mrs. Louise Jensen. I walked down the path and was soon standing outside the main reception. I turned my head to the right before opening the door and was looking straight at the lady who I assumed was the headmistress. As I pulled the door open and walked inside, she disappeared from her window and was obviously coming to meet me.
I stood still for a second, wondering where to go from here. I couldn’t exactly ask someone where to go. Nor could I tell them that I was reporting for a punishment from the headmistress. I started to smile as I realised that there was no one else around. Suddenly, the internal door opened and a lady in her mid-sixties walked towards me, her high heels making an impressive noise on the tiled floor.
“Hello, there – can I help you?” the lady asked in a quiet, but confident, voice.
I knew at once that she was the headmistress and tried to retain what composure I had left.
“Oh, hello. I’m Peter. I’ve got an appointment with the headmistress at 5:30.”
The older woman smiled and held out her small right hand.
“I’m Louise Jensen. Headmistress. Pleased to meet you.” I took her hand and shook it gently.
I didn’t know what to say but Louise continued.
“You’re a little early but shall we get this issue dealt with, Peter?” She smiled and continued to stare at me. She was obviously sizing me up.
I inhaled deeply and could feel the sweat dripping from my armpits and down my neck and down my back. I really wanted to go through with this, but the nerves were taking over. I continued to stare at Mrs. Jensen whose smile was spreading wider across her face. It took me what seemed like an age to reply.
“Yes, Headmistress,” I replied.
Louise turned and pushed the heavy wooden door open once again. She held it open for me and I followed her, letting the door close quietly behind us. Mrs. Jensen walked purposefully and briskly down the long corridor and towards an open door on the right-hand side of the corridor. She waited by the door and invited me in with her right hand. I didn’t give it a second thought as I walked past her and stopped after a few steps into her office, facing her large desk. I turned around as she closed her door quietly and walked past me, standing behind her desk facing me.
I stood there admiring Louise. I estimated her age at sixty-two (I later found out she was sixty-four and in her last few months of teaching before retirement!). She was slim but had an athletic body. She stood at about five feet six inches in her high heels. She had neat shoulder-length brown hair which was immaculately kept. Her eyes, like Lucy’s, were piercingly icy blue, she had discreet makeup and wore a pair of designer glasses which were balanced on top of her small nose. The headmistress was wearing a perfume that was strong, but not over-powering; as she stood behind her desk I realised that she was dressed in the way I loved. She wore a smart business suit, the jacket of which was hung neatly on a hanger on her door. She had rolled the sleeves of her red blouse to her elbows and I could make out the thin gold pinstripes that ran down the length of her blouse. Louise was wearing a long black pencil skirt which also had pinstripes running down the length of it.
It seemed like an age before Louise Jensen spoke.
“Please sit down, young man.” She gestured with her right hand and I pulled out her visitor’s chair and sat down as calmly as I could. Inside me, my emotions were all over the place. I was aware that I was sweating but on seeing how Louise was dressed I knew that my erection had started to grow in my trousers. Louise sat down in her leather-backed chair and stared across her desk at me.
“Right, Peter. My niece Rebecca told me about you and asked me to see you.” She removed her glasses and rubbed her nose before replacing them.
“So, you weren’t punished at school at all?” she asked quietly.
“Er, no, Miss.” I really didn’t know how to address her.
Louise smiled. “And you’ve wished to find out what a real school punishment was like, I understand from what Rebecca told me?”
“Yes, Miss,” I replied.
“I see.” Louise got to her feet and looked across at me before continuing.
“Well, seeing as we’re here then I will show you what a real punishment would have been like in the good old days of the 1980s.” She walked around her desk and stood to the left of where I sat.
“Do you wish to go through with this, young man?” Louise placed her small hands on her hips.
I swallowed hard. I was still unsure but was fantasizing about what I’d like to do with the headmistress in her office. I inhaled deeply and looked up at her, smiling.
“Yes, Mrs. Jensen. I want to feel a real punishment.”
Louise nodded. “Very well.” She paused and placed her right hand on my left shoulder.
“Once I begin, you will take the punishment with no fuss. I will not stop until you have had all the strokes I am going to give you. Do you understand, young man?”
I swallowed hard once more. “Yes, Headmistress,” I replied.
Louise moved her hand from my shoulder and walked over to a cupboard on the far side of her office. She turned a small key that was already in the lock and opened the door. She brought out a long, leather case and brought it over to her desk where she laid it down gently.
“Now, Peter, when did you begin to think about corporal punishment? What year at school would you say it was when you wanted it to happen to you?” She smiled once more.
I paused and thought. “About year thirteen, Miss – when I was eighteen.”
“Year thirteen – a naughty year group indeed.” Louise opened her leather case and showed no reaction as she pulled the contents out onto her desk.
Before me, half a dozen canes of various lengths and thickness lay there. This was to be my punishment. I began to think about backing out but really wanted to experience a genuine dose of school discipline. Louise had sensed my nervousness.
“If you were in year thirteen and were sent to me to be caned for bad behaviour then I would have to use the senior dragon cane on your bare bottom.”
Louise picked up a long, rather thick cane that had a white woollen handle.
“This is the cane I will use on your bottom today, Peter.” She swished it through the air twice to see the reaction on my face. I was terrified, and she knew it. I swallowed hard once more.
Louise’s demeanour changed, and I was the naughty boy facing his angry headmistress.
“Stand up!” she said quietly, but with a tone that told me not to argue.
I quickly got to my feet and stared at Mrs. Jensen. She was eying me up and down.
“Stand in front of my desk, boy!” Mrs. Jensen pointed with the cane which she held in her right hand.
I obeyed quickly and without a word.
“Now, take your trousers down and stare straight ahead – do not look at me.” I could smell her perfume and became conscious that I had an erection. As soon as I took my trousers down then Louise would see it.
I unbuttoned my trousers and slowly took them down, letting them fall to my ankles. Sure enough, my erection was clear through my boxer shorts.
“Place your hands on the far side of my desk and lie right over,” Louise commanded.
I gently placed my hands down on her desk and slowly lay down, my bottom rising in the air.
“I’m going to remove your underpants and cane you on the bare buttocks, is that clear, Peter?” Louise asked gently.
“Yes, Miss.” I replied.
Seconds later, Louise Jensen was close and placed her cane next to me on the desk. I then felt her hands reach into my underpants and gently and slowly pull them down to my ankles so that they rested on my trousers. As Louise did this, her blouse rubbed against my exposed bottom and made my erection get even harder. She said nothing and simply picked the cane up once more, swishing it again for effect.
“Now, as you want a clear demonstration of a genuine school punishment I am going to give you twelve strokes of the cane. They will be given as hard as I can, and I will not stop until they have all been administered. Clear, boy?”
I winced but managed to remain calm when I replied. “Yes, Miss.”
“Do not move or I will give you additional strokes.”
I wanted to cry but managed to reply to her. “Yes, Headmistress.”
Louise took a step backwards, placed her left hand on her left hip and laid the cane out across my bottom. She began to tap the cane gently against my bottom, thinking about where she would land her first stroke. It seemed like an age, the tapping continuing, until Louise paused, pulled the cane back high above her head. Again, another short pause before the cane came whistling through the air and landed with a resounding “thwack!” in the dead centre of my bottom.
The pain took a second to register in my brain and once it had, I winced and gasped with pain, struggling not to yell. I also fought the urge to stand up and grab my bottom and try to rub the pain away. No way was I going to allow the headmistress to give me additional strokes. It took me a while to regather my composure and resume my original position, bent over Louise’s desk.
“One!” Louise said sternly. She already had the cane raised once more above her head.
Thwack! The cane bit into the centre of my bottom once again. I struggled but managed to retain my position over the desk, although tears were welling up in my eyes.
“Two!” Louise announced as she adjusted her stance slightly and raised the cane once more.
Thwack! I winced and gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
“Three!” the headmistress said coldly.
Thwack! The next stroke landed lower than the previous ones and I moved slightly before remembering what the headmistress had said, and forced myself quickly back into position.
“Four, young man!” Mrs. Jensen leaned forward and looked closely at my bottom and the neat set of red lines that had started to appear on my skin. She then re-took her position and swished the cane twice before raising it high in the air.
Thwack! Again, it landed lower and the tears started to flow freely down my cheeks.
“Five!” Louise Jensen said.
Thwack! The cane bit into the lower part of my bottom between buttocks and thighs. The pain was worse than the previous strokes and I struggled but managed to stay in position. I looked to my left, and through tear-stained eyes could see Louise coolly waiting for me to prepare myself for the next stroke.
“Six – halfway there, young man.” Mrs. Jensen said softly.
Louise paused for a few moments and ran her right hand across my red-hot and bruised bottom. Her cool hand gave me a lovely feeling, but I continued to sniff and wipe the tears from my eyes. The headmistress ran her hand all over my bottom and stroked the backs of my legs. Accidentally, her hand brushed the tip of my erect penis and I groaned with pleasure. Louise did not react, simply taking her hand away and resuming her position to my left.
Thwack! The cane came crashing down low on my left buttock, in between buttock and thigh.
“Seven!” Mrs. Jensen said before raising the cane once more.
Thwack! This time the cane cut into the opposite crease between buttock and thigh. I was crying uncontrollably.
“Eight!” Louise wanted to conclude the punishment quickly and wasted no time in raising the cane once again.
Thwack! I struggled to take it as the cane bit into the crease between my buttocks and thighs once again.
“Nine!” the strict headmistress said quietly.
Thwack! Again, the crease got it.
“Ten!” Louise paused to readjust the right sleeve of her red pinstriped blouse.
Thwack! My thighs had yet another red line embossed on them.
“Eleven – almost there, young man,” Louise whispered.
Thwack! The final stroke landed expertly, right across the centre of my bottom, completing a neat set of tram lines.
“Twelve – well done, Peter.” Mrs. Jensen exhaled heavily and placed the cane on her desk next to where I was lying. I could see through blurry eyes that it was bloodied, so guessed what a mess my bottom was.
I exhaled deeply and tried to relax. However, this was not going to have the ending I expected. After a few moments, in which Louise had busied herself gathering up various papers and placing them in her bag and replacing her expensive suit jacket, she simply walked up to me and looked down at me. I looked up into her eyes. There was no emotion. No sympathy. Nothing.
“Get up. Pull up your underpants and trousers and off you go!” Louise watched as I struggled to my feet, penis pointing proudly at the headmistress. I said nothing as I pulled up my underpants and tucked my shirt back into my trousers. My bottom was throbbing, but I decided just to get out of the school. I walked to Mrs. Jensen’s office door and opened it, walked down the corridor and out into the bright sunshine outside. Louise wiped the cane clean and then replaced it in her case and put it in the cupboard which she locked. She then walked out of school and to her car outside.
I never wanted a repeat visit to Mrs. Jensen but I know that Lucy was curious to meet her.
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