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Head Girl Joanne’s dilemma

Pauline Margaret Manson had taught at my school for twelve years. She had always seemed to me to be fair and kind to her students, but Miss held a deep secret that had started as a rumour when we were lower down the school and had become a rather loud whisper around school. Pauline had a target to administer corporal punishment to all her students by the end of the school year. So far that year, each one of her twenty A-Level History students had been placed in after school detention, for a variety of different – and somewhat trivial matters – and suffered a dose of corporal punishment from Miss as a result. Every one of her students had suffered this embarrassing situation – everyone but me, that was.

Miss Manson knew that I was last on her “to punish” list but I had somehow managed to keep out of her reach by being the perfect student. I always participated in class, my class work and homework were always completed on time and to the high standard expected and my behaviour was impeccable. However, Pauline was determined and the only way she would get to punish me would be to resort to some underhand tactics. This she did with just eight weeks left at school.

We had been instructed to hand in our coursework by the end of school on Monday and due to a few distractions, I had not managed to get to Miss Manson’s classroom until after school. When I arrived at her third-floor room the classroom door was open but there was no one around. I walked over to her desk and saw the pile of scripts on her desk. I carefully removed my work from my bag, checked that my name was on the top and placed it proudly on the pile. I then walked out of her room and thought no more about it. That was until the following morning, when during morning registration my young Form Mistress, Miss Debbie Williams, made the announcement in front of my whole form class that I needed to go and speak to Miss Manson in her room immediately.

“You’d better take your bag and go and see her now, Peter,” Miss Williams said in her usual soft voice.

I wanted to ask Miss what it was about but from the look on her face it was clear that she wasn’t going to tell me. I slowly stood up, slid my chair under the table, picked up my bed and headed out of the classroom, closing the door gently behind me. Miss Manson’s classroom was quite a walk, but I hurried as quickly as I could. I was nervous but also intrigued as to why she had asked to see me. I found myself climbing the flights of stairs quickly – and much quicker than I intended – and soon found myself standing outside Miss Manson’s classroom. Her door was open, but I knocked gently on the door and waited for a reply. It seemed like an age before it came and I half-hoped that she wasn’t there, but soon her voice replied,

“Come in!”

I took a deep breath and walked into the room, quickly turning to my right to face Pauline, who was sitting behind her desk at the front of the room. She didn’t say anything and waited a few moments, flicking through a thick pile of A4 sheets of paper – our coursework, no doubt. Miss eventually looked up at me and gently laid the papers neatly on her desk. She took a deep breath and got to her feet, slowly walking the short distance across to me, her high heels making a loud noise as she walked across the wooden tiled floor. When she stood no more than six inches away from me, she placed her hands on her hips and looked up at me.

“Do you know why I have asked to see you this morning, Peter?” Miss continued to stare into my eyes.

I now became very nervous, something was very, very wrong here and I did not know what it was. I quickly replied, “No Miss.” But Pauline could sense my nerves and gave a little smile.

She took a deep breath and moved back from me. “What did I ask everyone to make sure they did after our last lesson, young man?” Miss Manson continued staring at me while she awaited my reply.

I tried to think calmly, but my nerves really were taking over. I could feel the sweat beginning to trickle down my armpits and my back, and I was growing increasingly red and hot.

“You said that everyone needed to make sure that their coursework was handed into you by the end of the school day yesterday, Miss.” I had given her the answer that she wished to hear I thought.

“I did say that – and on looking at the scripts I have everyone’s work, even those students who I thought would need a bit more persuasion to get it in on time, like Megan Shaw, Natasha Caldwell, or even Sophie Redman.” Miss pointed at the papers on the desk and then moved her right hand to her white short sleeved blouse which she began to try to iron out a crease that had appeared.

“Yes, all the scripts are here and complete – except one.” She looked at me and closed in again.

“Yours!” She snapped. This took me completely by surprised and I stepped back from her.

I was totally shocked and struggled to get any words out to explain to Miss that I had placed it on top of the pile, with my name on it, at the end of school the previous day. Miss Manson had not been in the room, but I had followed her instructions and placed it on the pile. It had to be there.

“Where is it, Peter?” Miss said calmly, but with a tone that indicated that she was displeased and angry.

“I placed it on your desk at the end of school yesterday, Miss.” I really was in a panic now. Where had my work gone? It had taken me hours to complete and now she was telling me it was not there.

“Its not here, young man.” She moved back towards her desk and pulled out her leather chair on which she sat down, not removing her gaze from me for one second.

“Miss, I promise you I handed it in – it was on the top of the pile!” I raised my voice in panic.

“Do not raise your voice at me, you naughty boy!” Miss Manson snapped back, and I stayed silent.

“Are you accusing me of lying?” she said softly.

Inside, I was, but I did not dare say it to her face. I meekly replied, “No Miss Manson.”

“Hmm,” She exhaled deeply and then smiled.

“Well, you will need to re-write the work in detention with myself tomorrow night and Thursday night probably as well.” She could see how angry this made me, but she wasn’t finished there, she had a record to maintain.

“You will also be punished for not handing it in on time and also for lying to me, Peter.” This tipped me over the edge and my anger came out.

“For fuck’s sake I did the work and put it on your desk!” I yelled at her.

Pauline was shocked but after the initial outburst she knew that she had me exactly where she wanted me.

“How dare you speak to me like that!” She got to her feet and walked over to me.

I had stepped over the line and I knew it. Pauline stood there in silence for what seemed like an age, eying me up and down. I wanted to blurt out an apology but knew that it was probably best to keep quiet. I was really in for it now.

Miss Manson took a deep breath and placed both hands on her hips. “Have you ever had corporal punishment at this school, Peter?” She knew that I had. It had only happened once, and it was the result of a whole class misbehaving during a cover lesson while Miss Manson had been absent three years previously. Six of us had been singled out and had six smacks with the slipper applied to our bare bottoms by a very angry Deputy Headmistress, Ms. Jasmine Storey. It had stung like crazy and I hadn’t been able to sit down comfortably for two days afterwards. It had also made me cry and made me determined to avoid being punished in the future. I always tried to avoid Ms. Storey after that incident and dreaded getting her as my Science teacher or if she covered one of my lessons.

“Yes Miss – from Miss Storey.” I suddenly realised where the conversation was going.

“Well, I’m not having you speak to me like that, young man, so I think we need to take a trip to Ms. Storey’s office right now.” Pauline looked angry, but I also sensed that she was smiling at me squirming at the thought of the relatively young, but seriously strict, Deputy Head Mistress punishing me for swearing at a teacher.

“Please Miss – I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that,” I continued to plead my case. “It's just that I did hand the work in and put it on the pile, so someone must’ve have taken it as a joke. Honestly Miss, please don’t send me to Miss Storey.” I considered starting to cry but resisted the temptation. I would be crying soon enough if I ended up in Jasmine’s office. I always tried to avoid walking past the offices of the Head Mistress and her Deputies, but on the occasions, I had, I could always hear the cries, sobs and yells of someone being thrashed by Ms. Storey.

“Well, I suppose even although it is a very serious incident, it is only your second offence during your whole time at this school, so maybe we don’t need to involve Ms Storey – just yet!”

“Thank you, Miss,” I said sincerely, not really knowing what was coming next.

Pauline smiled and returned to her desk and thought to herself for a moment. “Right, Peter this is what we will do to deal with your behaviour.” She looked up at me and ran her hands down the front of her grey knee-length skirt.

“I am busy all day, so I cannot give you the punishment.” Pauline smiled as she saw me breathe a heavy sigh of relief. Being punished by her would still be severe but no way as severe as what Jasmine, or God forbid, the Head of Girls’ PE, Mrs Leonie MacKintosh, would administer.

“However, you will report to the Head Girl’s study at the end of school and she can deal with you.” I was struck numb with fear. The Head Girl. Joanne Wilson. My long-term girlfriend. I hadn’t imagined for one second that Miss Manson would resort to this. Joanne would be livid at having to punish me.

“Miss, please would you do it?” I asked softly, looking for some sympathy and understanding.

Pauline simply smiled. “I’ll pop in to see that she is punishing you properly, as I know about you two.” Pauline began writing on a sheet of paper and continued talking.

“You will hand this to Miss Wilson and she will read it fully before administering your punishment.” She continued writing. “I am going to make it very clear to her that if she refuses to punish you, or does not punish you adequately enough, then I will spank the both of you until I am satisfied and then I will go to Mrs Carey and get her to remove Joanne as Head Girl, do you understand?” She looked up at me and knew what a terrible situation she had me in.

“Yes, Miss.” I replied quietly. Joanne and I had been together for the whole of our time at school and although she administered corporal punishment to students who got sent to her, she would not want to do it to me. This would put her in an awkward situation, especially when faced with having her prized Head Girl badge taken from her due to my actions.

Pauline handed the note to me and I placed it in my blazer pocket without looking at it.

“Right, off you go and get to your lesson. I will pop in to see Joanne at the end of school and hopefully she teaches you a lesson you won’t forget in a hurry.”

I made it through the morning despite the situation I faced and at lunchtime I took the note from my blazer pocket and unfolded it. I had to smile to myself as I read it to myself.

Joanne,

I am writing to instruct you to administer corporal punishment to Peter for several issues. Firstly, he failed to hand in his History coursework by the end of school yesterday and has been unable to provide me with an acceptable reason as to why he could not produce the work. Secondly, he became argumentative with me when I challenged him about his failure to hand in this piece of work. Finally, he swore at me, saying “for fuck’s sake.” Under usual circumstances, I would have administered a suitable dose of corporal punishment to Peter but am unable to do so today. As I want this matter addressed immediately I want you to administer a suitable Punishment to Peter’s bare bottom. I know what a situation this places you in, but also remind you of your duty as Head Girl, to uphold the highest standards of discipline in all students and to correct those who break the rules. I expect you to punish Peter severely and if you refuse or fail to administer an adequate punishment, I shall have no alternative but to punish both of you severely and ask Mrs Carey to remove you as Head Girl.

I do hope that you can understand the need for a severe punishment and I will come to your room to witness the punishment once I am free.

Thank you in advance and for your understanding in this matter.

Miss P.M. Manson

I shook my head at the contents of the letter and spent my lunchtime trying to find Joanne, but with no success. My afternoon passed rapidly and soon it was 3:40 pm and the end of the school day. I usually went to meet Joanne at the end of the day and steal a kiss and a cuddle with her before walking home together and she looked happy to see me when I knocked on her door and walked in, without being invited, as I usually did.

On hearing the door open, Joanne turned around in her chair and smiled when she saw me. She got up from her seat and once I had closed the door put her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the mouth. I placed my hands around her breasts and felt myself getting an erection at the feeling of her blue cotton school blouse and grey pleated skirt. Her perfume was sweet and her long, red hair rubbed against me. She ran her hand over my throbbing cock through my trousers and pulled away and smiled at me.

“How are you, Sweetie?” Joanne continued to smile as she stroked the front of my trousers.

I decided to be honest from the start and pulled the note out of my pocket. I saw the smile disappear immediately from her face. She knew what a note meant – it had been written by a teacher and detailed some misbehaviour which they required her to deal with. Joanne’s hand dropped from the front of my trousers and she began running it through her long hair.

“Miss Manson wants you to punish me.” I said apologetically.

Joanne raised her voice unintentionally. “What!” She grabbed the note and began reading it in silence.

Once she had finished reading, and had taken in the contents of the note, she walked away from me and sat on her desk. I stayed still and did not speak.

“I don’t get it. Why does she want to punish you?” Joanne looked down at her black shoes and thought to herself.

“You did that when you were at mine and handed it in.” She looked up at me.

“I did.” I smiled. “I handed it in at the end of school yesterday and it was definitely on the top of the pile.”

Joanne got to her feet and walked over to me, taking my right hand in her left. “Did you swear at her?”

I smiled nervously. “Yes. I was so angry that it just came out.”

“Oh honey.” Joanne squeezed my hand and kissed me softly on the lips. “I can’t punish you no matter what the consequences are.” She began to stroke my cheek.

I breathed in deeply. “You have to or we’ll both get it and then you’ll go before Mrs Carey and probably get punished by her as well. I can’t have that.”

“I don’t care. I’m not putting you over my knee and spank you like I would spank naughty Lucy Gormley.”

I smiled awkwardly. Lucy Gormley was in our year group and was still being punished at least once a fortnight by her teachers, or more frequently, by Joanne.

“You have to, or she’ll really take it out on both of us.” I tried to reason.

“Stupid cow.” Joanne replied quietly.

“Let’s just get this out of the way Joanne and then we don’t have to worry.” With that, I removed my blazer and began removing the rest of my clothing. Although I had never been punished by her, Joanne had told me on many occasions about how she punished. Her “Punishment Ritual” as she called it.

Soon, I had removed everything, except my boxer shorts and had folded everything else up neatly and placed them neatly on the left-hand side of the sofa that was in one corner of her room. Joanne stood there, annoyed and still muttering that she would not punish me. I smiled at her and walked over to where she stood, taking her in my arms and holding her close. I kissed her softly on her forehead and then smiled. I stepped back and admired her in her light blue blouse and grey skirt. She wore white knee-length socks, black shoes and her school tie. On the left-hand side of her blouse she wore the green badge with the words “Head Girl” in gold. I turned around and walked to the corner of her room where I placed my hands on my head and waited for her to start the punishment.

I waited for Joanne to begin my punishment, the door opened, and someone walked into the room. I wanted to spin around to see who it was but resisted the temptation. It soon became clear who it was – Miss Manson. Her first words made it clear that there would be no way out of this for both Joanne and myself.

“I thought you would have started his punishment by now, girl.” Pauline was sharp, but my girlfriend was a quick-thinking girl.

“I’ve just given him a good telling off and told him about the standards of behaviour that we expect at St Katherine’s School, Miss.” Joanne moved over to where I stood and touched my bottom with her right hand.

“I’ve then given him some corner time to think about that and was just about to get my implements in order as you came in, Miss.” I smiled to myself as it seemed to placate Pauline.

“I see.” She replied. “And you know how severely I want him punished?”

“Yes, Miss. I understand totally,” Joanne replied firmly as she walked the short distance to her desk, where she opened the drawers and removed the items she was looking for. I had no idea what they were, I could just hear them being laid carefully on the desk.

“And you know the consequences of not carrying out my instructions, young lady?”

Joanne strode confidently to the cupboard and opened it, bringing out more implements, at least one of which was a cane, which I recognised by the swishing sound it made as Joanne moved it through the air to demonstrate how painful it was going to be. She placed these on the desk before replying.

“Yes, Miss Manson.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t pretend to say that this is easy for me to do but it is my duty Miss, so I will punish him severely.”

Pauline Manson stood to my left side and watched as Joanne sat down on the sofa. She ironed the creases from her grey skirt and looked up at Pauline.

“May I remove my tie, Miss?” she asked.

“Of course you can, Head Girl.” Miss Manson walked across the room and sat on a chair opposite where Joanne was sitting.

Joanne removed her tie and placed it on top if the pile of clothes that were already on the arm of the sofa. She also opened the top two buttons of her blouse and rolled up her sleeves. She opened her legs and looked at Pauline and then over to me, standing facing the wall in the corner of the room. It was time. There was no backing out now.

“Peter. Turn around. Take your hands off your head. Walk to the desk and pick up the slipper, clothes brush and ruler and come over here.” Her voice was calm but authoritative and I obeyed immediately.

I stood to Joanne’s left and handed her the ruler, brush and slipper. She looked apologetically at me as she took the last item, knowing about how sore I had been after just six smacks with a slipper at the hands of Ms. Storey. Joanne was going to have to give me more than six smacks with it. I then became aware that I had an erection and realised that Miss Manson would be able to see it too.

Joanne moved around on the sofa until she was comfortable. She opened her legs wide and looked up at me, placing her hands either side of her on the sofa. She was also aware of the erection that stood out proudly, pointing at her. This made her think. Although I had never suffered from premature ejaculation, my girlfriend didn’t relish the prospect of having to walk home in a semen-stained skirt.

“Miss, please may I put a towel over my knees in case Peter has an accident?” Joanne said quite matter-of-factly.

Pauline laughed, but then snapped sharply. “Just get him over your knee and punish him, girl!”

Joanne shook her head, shuffled around on the sofa one final time, opened her legs wider and took me by my left hand.

“Over my knee and not a word.” I was pulled gently and carefully positioned myself over Joanne’s lap, careful to put my erect penis in the middle of her skirt. I buried my head in the sofa and awaited my girlfriend to begin.

Joanne placed her left hand on my back and pulled me further up her lap, my naked skin rubbing against her cotton blouse. Her right hand moved from the backs of my legs across my buttocks. Her long fingernails created an amazing sensation and I feared that I may have an accident on my girlfriend’s skirt. Joanne looked down at me and then over to Pauline. Joanne gave a heavy sigh, raised her large right hand and in a second brought it down from a height, landing with a loud “crack!” across my right buttock. It took a second for the pain to register in my head but once it did I tried to get up. Joanne had dealt with this situation many times before and simply pushed me down further into her pleated skirted knees.

Joanne’s emotions rose, and her sweet perfume became stronger as she spanked and held me in position. She smacked and slapped my exposed buttocks for ten minutes, alternating between hard slaps and a frantic spanking across the bottom and backs of legs. My bottom was hot and sore but Joanne was determined to save us both from an additional punishment from Miss Manson. As I was being spanked mercilessly by my girlfriend, I looked over at Pauline who was smiling and nodding at what she was witnessing. Joanne said nothing as her hard-right hand landed time after time with a loud “smack!”

Joanne paused and ran her hand over my red and burning bottom. She was satisfied that my bottom was sufficiently warmed up and reached over for her wooden ruler that was next to her. She pushed me back down into her knee and wrapped out six violent smacks with the ruler across each buttock. I had tears welling up in my eyes but Joanne had already picked up the nasty ebony clothes brush and was rubbing it over my already sore and bruised bottom. Just as she was doing this, my penis started to drip on her pleated skirt but she didn’t notice. My mind moved from that thought as the Head Girl raised the hard brush behind her head and brought it crashing down with a loud “crack!” in the centre of my buttocks.

Joanne said nothing as she spanked my buttocks twenty-four times with her nasty brush. She also beat me around the crease between buttocks and thighs. As she did this I brought my right hand to try and prevent her hitting me but she simply took my hand in her left hand and held it out of the way while she concluded the dose of the clothes brush. Once she had finished, she threw the brush onto the seat next to her and tried to soothe my bottom with her hand the best she could. However, we both knew that my punishment was far from over and would only get worse from here on in.

After a short while, Joanne sensed that Miss Manson was becoming annoyed and decided to move the punishment on.

“Right, Peter get up and go and bend over my desk,” Joanne pointed across the room where her desk was.

I struggled to my feet and smiled awkwardly as the pain kicked in, but also as I noticed the dark stains that were clearly visible on Joanne’s grey skirt. She looked down and noticed them. She shook her head and I moved over to her desk. I looked at Miss Manson before bending right across the large wooden desk, lying next to the collection of implements, all of which, were going to be used on my bottom.

Joanne inhaled heavily before getting to her feet and walking over to her desk, standing to my left-hand side. She placed her right hand on my bottom and gently rubbed it. Conscious that Pauline was watching us closely, she gently picked up her long leather strap and touched it softly against my already sore and bruised bottom. She said nothing as she placed her left hand on the small of my back and gently pushed me down, raising my bottom higher. Once she was happy with my position and where her first stroke would land, she drew the strap back as far as she could and exhaled loudly. The strap whistled through the air before landing expertly across the centre of my exposed buttocks.

“Thwack!” The first stroke landed and once the pain had registered in my brain, I winced and tried to get up. This was a futile gesture as Joanne used her strength to hold me down.

Once I had regathered my composure, Joanne drew the strap back once more and brought it crashing down, slightly lower than her first stroke. Again, I squirmed, but Joanne held me down firmly. Using all her experience in administering corporal punishment, my girlfriend gave me enough time to recover from each stroke before unleashing the next one on my increasingly bruised and burning bottom. The pain I felt was immense and although I knew that she was only punishing me so severely to please Miss Manson, I was shocked that my lovely girlfriend could lay on such severe and painful punishments to her fellow students.

After twenty-four severe strokes with the leather strap, Joanne laid it down on the desk next to where I was bent over and gave my bottom a gentle rub. Her hand felt so good on my hot and burning bottom, but the relief was to be short lived as Joanne picked up the thick wooden bath brush from her desk. Again, not a word from her as she placed her hand bac on my lower back and pushed me down. She tapped my bottom gently with the wooden brush. Even from the soft taps with the brush I could tell that this was really going to hurt. Suddenly, the gentle taps stopped, and Joanne drew the brush back, high above her head and brought it crashing down right in the middle of my right buttock. The pain exploded in my brain.

“Fucking hell, Joanne!” I screamed as I shot up to my feet and placed my hands on the pain in my bottom.

Joanne had never experienced a naughty student swearing in pain and stood there, brush in her right hand, not knowing what to do next. This was resolved quickly by Miss Manson, who got to her feet and walked over to where I was. She grabbed my hands and pushed me down onto the desk. She held me down with her right hand and held my hands in her left.

“Continue the spanking, young lady!” Pauline raised her voice and within a minute, Joanne had resumed her position behind me. She gave several gentle taps with the brush on my left buttock before landing her second smack.

“Thwack!” I struggled and squirmed but couldn’t move as Pauline pushed me down into the desk. Her blouse rubbing against my naked flesh and her perfume became overpowering.

Joanne continued to beat my bottom with the nasty bath brush, giving me twenty-four full-force smacks with it – twelve across each bum cheek. By the time the last smack had landed, my bottom was bright red and had become swollen. Again, Pauline held me firmly in place over the desk as Joanne placed the bath brush down next to where I was. She picked up her large, wooden holed paddle and re-took her stance, legs apart, left hand on her hip and tapped the large, thick paddle against my severely beaten bottom. She gave a few gentle taps with the paddle before drawing it back and bringing it down evenly across my bottom.

“Thud!” I gave a muffled cry but was held in place by Miss Manson. Joanne repeated this procedure twenty-four times, landing the paddle each time in the same place, covering the whole of the middle of my bottom.

My girlfriend placed the paddle down on the desk next to me and picked up her senior dragon cane. This was to be the finale to my punishment. She looked at Miss Manson, who continued to hold me in place, tightly gripping my wrists.

“Give him twelve strokes, Joanne, and then I’ll administer at least another twelve for his dreadful behaviour this morning,” Pauline said coldly.

Joanne had already resumed her position behind me and was thinking carefully about where she would land her cane strokes. She flicked her long hair behind and touched my red-hot bottom with the cane. She tapped it half a dozen times before drawing it back, high above her head and bringing it crashing down with a loud “thwack!” low across the centre of my bottom.

“Thwack!” her second stroke landed a little higher and left a severe red line on my left bum cheek.

“Thwack!” The third stroke cut into the centre of my bottom.

“Thwack!” The fourth stroke caught me in the crease between my thighs and my buttocks. This really hurt, and I winced with pain. I couldn’t move as Pauline used her weight to push me down into the desk.

“Thwack!” Again, the cane cut into the crease between buttock and thigh.

“Thwack!” The cane bit into my thighs once more.

Joanne took a moment to inspect her work, placing her hand over my sore bottom. Her cool hand was such a sensation that I could feel myself becoming aroused again. She resumed her position and gently tapped the cane against my bottom. The final six strokes would be delivered right across the middle of my bottom. The Head Girl had decided that she would administer them as quickly as possible. Pauline held me as Joanne whipped out the final six strokes within seconds of one another.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

I had tears in my eyes and didn’t see Joanne place the cane down on the desk. She walked away from the desk and stood out of my view. At that moment, Miss Manson released her grip on my wrists and allowed me up. She walked around the desk and picked up the cane, which she swished loudly three times through the air, before pointing the bloody implement at me.

“Back over the desk, Peter.” Swishing the cane once more for effect. “I’m going to show you that you don’t lie, swear or refuse to do things I ask you to do.” She waited until I reluctantly resumed my position, bent completely over the desk before continuing. “I’m going to show your girlfriend here exactly how you cane a naughty boy.” She tapped my bottom with the cane – harder than Joanne had – and raised the cane high above her head before bringing it down with as much force as she possibly could.

“Whack!” I let out a muffled scream and fought the urge to get up and rub my bottom. I knew that she would make things worse for me if I did. Within seconds, the next stroke was on its way and landed right across the centre of my bottom.

“Whack!” I exhaled loudly but held my position bent over the desk.

Pauline adjusted her white blouse before tapping the cane against my bottom, working out exactly where she wanted it to land.

“Whack!” The cane sliced into the lower part of my left buttock and caused a small cut, which began to bleed.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” Three rapid strokes bit into my right bum cheek, opening two larger cuts.

Joanne, who had turned away, not wanting to watch her boyfriend being caned, looked around and saw the blood spreading across my bottom.

“Please stop, Miss!” She raised her voice and a startled Pauline Manson turned around to face her.

“I beg your pardon, young lady. What did you say?” Miss Manson stared at my girlfriend and awaited her answer.

Joanne thought quickly. “Please Miss, he’s had enough.”

“I decide when he’s had enough, girl. I suggest that you don’t say another word unless you want to find yourself across my knee!” Pauline turned her attention back to me.

“Another six, you naughty boy and you will thank me for each one – do you understand young man?” Pauline resumed tapping my bottom with the cane.

“Yes, Miss.” I replied as I stretched myself right across the desk. Joanne sat down on the sofa and looked away as Pauline Manson concluded my punishment. She played with her long hair, the buttons on her blouse and ironed the creases from her skirt – anything to distract her from hearing me get thrashed by Pauline, who was clearly enjoying herself.

“Thwack!” “One – Thank you Miss Manson.”

“Thwack!” “Two – Thank you Miss Manson.”

“Thwack!” “Three – Thank you Miss Manson.”

“Thwack!” “Four – Thank you Miss Manson.”

“Thwack!” “Five – Thank you Miss Manson.”

The smile across Pauline Manson’s face grew wider as she realised that she had achieved her goal – she had managed to punish every member of her class that year. She could also feel that she was very wet between her legs as seeing me being punished and then punishing me herself had really turned her on. She would need to deal with that in the female staff toilet before she went home that night.

“Now, you will report to me tomorrow night after school and you will write your coursework. Is that clear, Peter?” Pauline placed her hand on my back and pushed me down into the desk, until I was in a position that she was happy with.

“Now, the last stroke is always given as hard as possible so that you remember it.” Pauline tapped my bottom and decided where she would place it. After what seemed like an age, she drew the cane back and brought it crashing down across the tops of my thighs with a “Thwack!2

I felt tears welling in my eyes but was determined not to cry in front of Pauline Manson. I struggled and squirmed and took a moment to regain my composure before replying,

“Six - Thank you Miss.” I then collapsed onto Joanne’s desk and lay there.

Behind me, Pauline replaced the cane gently on the desk beside me, looked over at Joanne and then left the room, closing the door gently behind her. My girlfriend got to her feet and walked over to the desk, gently brushing her hand over my hot and throbbing bottom.

“I’ll go and get Miss McKenna to clean you up.” She leaned over and kissed me on the left cheek before leaving the room.

A short while later the door opened, and Joanne walked over to me with the school nurse, Mia McKenna. Everyone liked Mia, who was small, softly spoken and very gentle. She took care and time to wipe my bottom with antiseptic wipes and rubbed some cooling cream into my hot and sore bottom. Mia applied three plasters to the cuts on my bottom and came around to the front of the desk and looked down at me.

“Are you okay, Sweetie?” Mia smiled and picked up her things from the desk.

“Yes, Miss, thank you.” I tried to smile but my bottom was extremely painful.

“I never expected to hear that you had been punished, Peter.” Mia laughed and walked out of the room.

After she had gone, I waited a moment before getting up from the desk and turning to face Joanne. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips.

“I’m sorry, Honey.” She said softly as her hands touched my cock and balls.

I kissed her on the neck and smiled at her. “It’s okay.”

I took my time to dress and watched Joanne button up her blouse, replace her tie and put her blazer on. She cleaned her implements as I dressed and replaced them in her desk. She then returned the cane to the cupboard, picked up her school bag and waited for me. Once I was ready, I kissed her full on her mouth and took her right hand. We walked out of her room, closed the door behind us and made our way down the corridor and out into the school yard.

On the way home, we talked about what had happened that day and decided not to tell anyone about it. Miss Manson never mentioned it again either. I completed my “undone” coursework in detention the following evening and the whole matter was done.

My fascination with being spanked was not however.