Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Six: Sent To The School Nurse free porn video

She could do this.

That’s what Amy Markwell kept telling herself.

She could do this.

The tall, dark-haired Year Twelve girl smiled awkwardly as she waited for Miss Whitley outside the PE office. Amy knew that she could rely on her new PE Mistress to fall for her fake illness in order that she got sent home and wouldn’t have to attend the Open Evening event that her mother, and Head of Sixth Form at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, Mrs. Stacey Markwell, had volunteered her for. The Sixth Former knew that she could use her drama skills to persuade Rachel Whitley to advise that she went home. She was so glad that the twenty-four-year-old woman was her PE teacher and that it wasn’t Nancy Halliday, the Director of PE at Alannah Lawrence. The older woman would never fall for her act and it would probably result in her having her backside walloped with Nancy’s feared plimsoll.

Amy had been waiting for about five minutes when the cheerful young lady with the brown hair opened the door at the end of the long corridor and walked towards the PE office. She noticed Amy standing outside the office door almost immediately and smiled at her as she walked towards her. Rachel Whitley stood outside the office as she acknowledged the taller girl.

“Hello there, Amy. Who are you looking for?” she asked cheerfully.

Mrs. Markwell’s youngest daughter began her act, placing her hands on her stomach and put her quietest, most pathetic voice on.

“You, Miss. I don’t feel very well,” the sixteen-year-old answered as pathetically as she could.

Miss Whitley reached across and unlocked the PE office and opened the door.

“Go in there, Amy, and take a seat. What’s wrong, sweetie?” Rachel watched the girl slowly walk into the office and she followed, closing the door quietly behind her.

The young PE Mistress watched as the girl placed her school bag on the floor and sat down on a chair before she placed the bundle of files and papers she had in her hands on her desk in front of her. Rachel sat down behind the desk opposite Amy.

“So, lovely. What’s the matter today?” Rachel Whitley smiled sweetly.

Amy Markwell was in full Oscar mode. She sat in silence for a few moments, making herself look as pathetic as she possibly could.

“I am just burning up, Miss, and I’ve felt dizzy all morning – like I’m going to be sick,” the dark-haired girl replied so quietly that Rachel struggled to hear.

“When did this start?” Miss Whitley asked softly, not really sure if she could see anything wrong with the girl.

“In registration, Miss, but I thought that it would pass if I went to my first lesson.” Amy looked down at her black school shoes.

Rachel nodded.

“But it didn’t pass?” She continued to smile at the girl and sat back in her chair.

“No, Miss,” Amy Markwell whispered.

Miss Whitley pushed her chair back and stood up. She unzipped her navy and gold Alannah Lawrence tracksuit jacket and removed it, placing it carefully on the back of her chair. Amy looked up at her as the older woman stood there breathing – her large breasts moving up and down under her navy t-shirt.

“Oh, Sweetie. Have you seen your mum and seen what she says?” Rachel walked around to the front of her desk and sat down on the edge, inches away from where Amy Markwell was sitting.

Stacey’s youngest daughter shook her head and tried to put on her sickest look.

“No, Miss Whitley. She’s out of school today at some meeting and won’t be back until the Open Evening at four tonight.” Amy looked down at her shoes once more.

Rachel nodded.

“Oh, dear. Well, you don’t look too well. Maybe go and see Mrs. Dwyer and see what she says. Maybe she can give you something or see about sending you home,” the young PE Mistress smiled sympathetically.

“I’ve got the Open Evening tonight, Miss, so I should really stay, I guess,” Amy Markwell lied. She really had better things to do than stand around until 9pm that evening.

Rachel Whitley shook her head and got up from the desk.

“If you’re unwell you would be better off going home, Amy. Just go and see Mrs. Dwyer and I’m sure that she’ll sort you out, okay? Want me to come with you?” the young dark-haired teacher asked softly.

Amy Markwell sat in the chair looking at Miss Whitley for a few moments before she shook her head slowly.

“No, Miss. I’ll be okay to go and see her myself. Just feel so sick.” She did her best act of struggling from the chair and watched as Rachel bent down and picked up her school bag from the floor before handing it to her.

The PE Mistress walked over to the door and pulled it open, watching as Amy slowly walked past her and out into the corridor.

“Just go and see Mrs. Dwyer and see what she says, okay?” Rachel Whitley watched the tall dark-haired sixteen-year-old walk slowly down the corridor and towards the medical room.

Part One completed.

Part Two would be slightly more complicated.

Stacey’s daughter took a few minutes to get her story straight in her head and also to make herself look as ill as possible.

She could do this!

She stood outside the medical room for a couple of minutes, looking around constantly to see if there was anyone about. Once she was happy that her appearance was that of an unwell student, she knocked quietly on the dark blue door with her small right hand and waited.

“Come in!” the cheerful voice came from inside the room.

Amy Markwell took a few deep breaths before reaching across with her right hand and pushing the handle of the door, which she pushed open slowly. Once it was fully open she could see the school nurse sitting behind her desk in her white uniform. Amy slowly walked inside her room and closed the door gently behind her. Louise Dwyer immediately got up from behind her desk and stood looking at her.

“Hello, Amy. What can I do for you, my dear?” Mrs. Dwyer began walking over to where the girl stood.

Amy lowered her head, careful not to look at Louise. She was going to act so pathetic so that the woman would recommend to her Head of Year, Kim Lindsay, that the girl should be sent home.

“I’m feeling really sick, Miss, and I’ve got a temperature.” Amy Markwell spoke quietly and looked down at her black shoes.

The school nurse stood close to the taller girl and smiled sympathetically.

“Oh no, Sweetie. When did this start?” Louise took the girl’s school bag from her right hand and placed it on the chair across from where they stood.

“During Form time this morning, Miss. I just thought that it would pass – but it's only got worse.” Amy did her best to concentrate on getting her story correct.

Mrs. Dwyer took the girl’s right hand in her left and slowly walked her across to her doctor’s table with its raised back.

“And have you told anyone, Sweetie? Your mum? Ms. Lindsay? Miss Williams?” The lady with the curly brown hair let the girl’s hand go.

The nurse walked over to the far side of her room and pulled a large sheet of paper from a roll before she walked back to her table and laid the paper down on the leather-covered examination table.

“I told Miss Whitley as I have her for a lesson this afternoon, Miss, but she said that I should come and see you?” Stacey Markwell’s daughter closed her eyes for a moment.

Louise Dwyer nodded.

“Take your blazer off, Dear.” The school nurse watched as Amy Markwell slowly removed her light grey school blazer.

The thirty-five-year-old nurse held her right hand out and took the girl’s jacket from her. She walked over to a chair and placed it neatly over the back before returning to Amy.

“Lie on here for me, Lovely, and I’ll see if I can see what’s wrong with you.” Louise smiled as she watched Amy Markwell carefully walk across and sit on the table.

The sixteen-year-old swung her legs over and was soon lying on the padded table, head resting on the raised back.

“Right. Let’s see if I can see what’s the matter, Sweetie.” Louise moved in close and placed her small left hand on the dark-haired Sixth Former’s forehead.

“You don’t seem too hot at the moment, Amy,” she spoke softly before taking the girl’s left wrist and measuring her pulse.

“Pulse seems fine too,” she announced happily.

Louise placed her left hand on the girl’s covered stomach and pushed gently.

“Does that hurt, young lady?” she asked gently.

“No, Miss. But I have felt sick all morning.” The sixteen-year-old closed her eyes.

She could do this.

All she had to do was keep up her act and she would get sent home and then she could spend the evening with her boyfriend while her mum was at the open evening.

As Amy lay there with her eyes closed, Louise went through everything that she knew. She just wanted to make sure before announcing what she thought was wrong with Mrs. Markwell’s daughter. After a further five minutes, she walked back over to her desk and sat down on her padded chair. She opened her large hard-backed diary on her desk and found the number that she was looking for. She lifted the receiver on the phone on her desk and tapped in the number. She licked her lips as she waited for the person to pick up.

On the fifth ring, Stacey Markwell answered.

“Hello. Stacey Markwell,” the voice announced.

Louise Dwyer clicked the phone over to speakerphone and placed the receiver down.

“Oh, hello there, Mrs. Markwell. It’s Louise here. I’ve got Amy with me at the moment,” the short, brown-haired woman announced calmly.

“Oh. What’s the matter?” Amy’s mother asked.

Louise Dwyer laughed.

“Oh, nothing serious as far as I can tell. She was complaining of a high temperature and feeling sick, but I’ve checked her over and I think she’s absolutely fine.” She looked across at Amy, who was lying on the treatment table, head looking up at the ceiling.

“I think she’s just wanting to avoid PE or something like that.” Louise Dwyer smiled over at the girl.

There was a pause on the other end of the line for a few moments before Amy’s mother spoke.

“Well, we did have a little argument this morning about Amy helping out at the open evening tonight so that’s probably why she has suddenly become unwell,” Stacey Markwell spoke calmly.

“She is not to go home under any circumstances, and I have told her that,” she continued.

Mrs. Dwyer nodded and ran her right hand through her shoulder-length curly brown hair.

“I see. So you think as I do, that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her, Mrs. Markwell?” Louise smiled.

Again, there was a lengthy pause on the other end of the line.

“Oh, she’s probably just claiming to be sick because she doesn’t want to do the open evening for me tonight, the naughty little girl,” Stacey laughed.

On the far side of the medical room, Amy Markwell closed her eyes even tighter. She had been found out and that would result in a smacked bottom for sure. Hearing her mother use the term “naughty girl” meant that she would be in for a walloping with Stacey’s slipper and clothes brush when they got home that evening.

“So, should I take her along to Ms. Lindsay or Miss Williams?” Mrs. Dwyer’s tone became cold and no-nonsense.

Stacey Markwell laughed loudly.

“Why don’t you give her a treatment that will cure her of her imaginary sickness? Do whatever you wish as long as it goes in the Head Mistress’ Punishment Book,” Mrs. Markwell replied.

Louise Dwyer nodded.

“Very well, Mrs. Markwell. I’ll take care of Amy for you.” She got to her feet and stood looking down at the phone on her desk.

“Great. Can you tell my 'sick' daughter that she will be at Open Evening tonight and that I will discuss this with her at home?” Mrs. Markwell spoke sternly.

Mrs. Dwyer smiled. There was no need to do that as the girl had heard every word of their conversation.

“Of course I can, Miss. I’ll deal with her and then get her back to her next lesson.” Louise ran her hands down her crisp, white nurse’s uniform.

“Thank you, Louise. Have a nice afternoon,” Amy’s mum replied.

“Goodbye, Mrs. Markwell,” the school nurse answered before pressing the button on the handset to end the call.

Mrs. Dwyer folded her arms across her chest and focused her full attention on the girl with the long dark hair who was lying on her treatment table.

“Well, Amy. You heard it here first and I’m sure that you know what is going to be our course of treatment this afternoon, don’t you?” The short, slim woman walked over to her cupboards and opened the left-hand door.

Louise made a show of selecting her implements, making as much noise as possible as she sorted through her impressive collection of paddles, straps and slippers. Once she had decided which weapons of ass destruction would be the best course of treatment for Amy Markwell, she gathered them up in her right hand and closed the door to her cupboard with her left. She walked back to her desk and laid the light brown-coloured, two-tailed Lochgelly tawse down. Louise smiled as she walked across to her treatment table where Amy was lying with her eyes closed.

The school nurse laid the rubber-soled slipper down at the end of the table and smiled at the girl with the long dark hair. She stood over Amy Markwell for a few moments before deciding to proceed with the course of treatment.

“Well, Amy. You heard what your mum said, so we won’t waste any more time,” Louise Dwyer spoke softly.

“But Miss. I am really unwell and feel like I’m going to be sick,” the sixteen-year-old insisted.

“Ssshhh, my Dear. I’ve been in this job long enough to know when a girl is really sick and when she is just trying to get one over on me or her teachers because she doesn’t want to do something.” Mrs. Dwyer placed her right hand on Amy’s forehead and took a deep breath.

“Just ask your sisters Lucy and Heidi, my Lovely. They’ve both had a trip across my knee because they tried to skip PE,” she laughed.

Amy Markwell swallowed deeply. She remembered both incidents well. Her older sisters had both tried to skip their PE lesson at Alannah Lawrence when they had been students there. Although good girls, they had gone to Mrs. Dwyer believing her to be more sympathetic than their PE teacher, Mrs. Halliday. They had been caught out quickly and had both received a painful, hard-handed over the knee hand spanking from Louise, who had then spanked Lucy with a hairbrush, and Heidi received the leather paddle across her bare bottom.

Then came the punishment at home from their mother, Stacey. She had been absolutely fuming on both occasions and Lucy and Heidi had received a scolding in front of Victoria, the eldest Markwell sister. Amy had been made to witness their punishments too. She had sat on the sofa next to her big sister as Lucy had been spanked over her mother’s knee with hand, clothes brush and paddle before being made to bend over the dining room chair for a strapping with the thick leather belt that Stacey proudly displayed in her downstairs office. When Heidi had attempted the same trick a couple of years later, then she received the same treatment.

Amy Markwell remembered her older sisters’ tears and promises that they would be good girls as her angry mother punished them. She realised that this was going to be her fate too. At least her sisters were no longer living at home so she would be punished by her mum in private. That was no real consolation for the poor girl.

“Right, Amy. I want you to get up from my table and stand up for me – face me, young lady.” Louise Dwyer removed her hand from the girl’s forehead and smiled as Amy Markwell opened her eyes and looked at her.

“I’m sorry, Miss. Please don’t spank me – there’s no need for it, honest. I’ll be good,” the youngest Markwell girl began to plead.

“Sssshhh, Dear. You’re going to have to be spanked but hopefully it will be a lesson to you so that we never, ever have to do it again. Now, up you get.” Mrs. Dwyer took hold of the girl’s right arm and began gently coaxing her to stand up.

After a few moments, Amy Markwell was standing facing Louise, her right hand covering her mouth as she realised what was about to happen to her. Although she received regular spankings from her mother for her poor behaviour and attitude at home, she had never been spanked at school and she wasn’t totally sure how hard Louise Dwyer would punish her. She remembered her older sisters, Lucy and Heidi, saying that a spanking from the young school nurse had hurt but also, that it was nowhere as near as severe as what Stacey their mother would administer. The sixteen-year-old had that to look forward to.

The short school nurse smiled at the girl as she ironed the creases from her brilliant white nurse’s uniform with both hands. Louise Dwyer then sat down on the treatment table and smiled.

“Go and fetch that pillow for me, Sweetie.” Mrs. Dwyer pointed to the chair in the far corner of the large room.

Amy fidgeted with her long dark hair as she walked over and collected the pillow before bringing it back to Louise and handing it to the older woman. The nurse placed it at the base of the raised part of her treatment table. She patted her knees with both hands.

“Right, Amy. Over you go and place your legs up on the table for me. You can put your face in the pillow if you must.” She smiled sweetly and moved her arms out of the way to allow Mrs. Markwell’s daughter to take up her position.

The sixteen-year-old slowly, and carefully, reached over Louise Dwyer’s lap and lifted her legs. She took hold of the pillow and held it tightly. Behind her, the school nurse used her right hand to lift the girl’s legs so that they were stretched out and resting across the treatment table. Mrs. Dwyer placed her left hand on Amy Markwell’s lower back and took a few deep breaths.

“Now, young lady. I’m sure that your mum spanks you on the bare bottom, so I will be kind to you and start over your knickers to give you a little warm-up before I take them down. No fuss, Sweetie.”

The lady with the shoulder-length curly brown hair did not wait for a reply, or waste any more time, before she pulled Amy’s grey skirt up, revealing the young lady’s navy school knickers. Louise smiled as she folded the skirt out of the way and placed her right hand flat on Mrs. Markwell’s daughter’s fleshy bottom. She gave it a little rub with her hand before focusing upon what she was about to do.

“Now, Amy. I’ll start over your knickers, then your bare bottom, before I’ll slipper and strap you for lying today. No fuss or I’ll have to get Ms. Lindsay to come down here and help me. And I don’t think you want that, do you, Dear?” Mrs. Dwyer shuffled around on the padded table until she was comfortable with the girl lying over her lap.

“And then you have your mother to look forward to tonight, don’t you?” She laughed as Amy buried her face in the pillow in front of her.

After a few more moments of rubbing the girl’s covered bottom, Louise Dwyer raised her right hand in the air. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before bringing it down across the flabby centre of Amy Markwell’s covered bottom. It landed with a muffled “Slap!” that still seemed to echo around the large medical room.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Louise began Amy’s punishment by slowly, and relatively gently, spanking the girl across the centre of her navy blue school knickers. Stacey’s daughter showed very little reaction, simply placing her face down into the pillow which she held in her arms before her.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Mrs. Dwyer continued to target the centre of the sixteen-year-old’s covered bottom with another series of slow slaps with the flat palm of her right hand. Again, the dark-haired girl showed very little reaction. This punishment was nowhere near as hard as her mother would give her and that would be done across her bare bottom, no matter who else was watching.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The school nurse laid out another long and slow dose of her right hand across Amy’s navy knickers until she was satisfied. Through the material, she could feel that the girl’s bottom was beginning to become warm. She placed her right hand flat on Amy Markwell’s lower back and took a deep breath.

“Now, young lady. I’m going to take your pants down and we’ll continue with the rest of your punishment on that naughty little bare bottom of yours.” She moved her hands and slipped both into the waistband of Amy’s underwear.

“No fuss, young lady, or I’ll have to get someone in here to help me with you, won't I? And then I’ll have to tell your mum. Lift your hips, Amy,” the thirty-five-year-old spoke quietly.

Louise Dwyer smiled as Mrs. Markwell’s youngest daughter complied quickly, lifting her crotch from Louise’s white dress to allow the older woman to pull her knickers down. Mrs. Dwyer wasted no time in pulling them down until they were past the girl’s knees, exposing her fleshy bottom. The sixteen-year-old Sixth Former lowered herself down until her pussy was touching the nurse’s uniform. She replaced her head in the pillow and waited for her punishment to resume.

“Right, Sweetie. Let’s see if I can make you cry like I did your sister Lucy.” Mrs. Dwyer smiled as she replaced her left hand on the girl’s lower back and began rubbing Amy Markwell’s bare bottom with her right.

Amy knew all about her sisters’ punishments at Alannah Lawrence. Lucy and Heidi had been good girls. When your mother was Head of Sixth Form at the school, they had to be otherwise there would be dire retribution at home. However, Stacey’s second daughter, Lucy, had been punished twice in her seven years at the school. Once by Mrs. Dwyer and once by Mrs. Haldane for being caught in a part of the school where she should not have been. Lucy had then been spanked in front of her three sisters at home by her mum. Lucy Markwell was a small and gentle girl, who had started to cry even before her punishment had started. She did this at home too, not that it gained any sympathy from her mother.

Heidi had also only been in trouble twice during her time at Alannah Lawrence. She, too, had been spanked by Louise but had fallen afoul of the then Deputy Head Mistress, Amelia Marks, who had discovered her with a group of friends messing around in her science lab. They had each been walloped with the slipper across their bare bottoms before Mrs. Markwell’s third daughter had received an even more lengthy, and more painful punishment at home from her mum.

Heidi, unlike her sister Lucy, was relatively tough and had taken her wallopings reasonably well. She certainly felt both but did not cry or scream like her older sister had done. Receiving those six, painful whacks from the Deputy Head Mistress, and taking them with very little fuss, had won the admiration of most of the girls in her year group at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. However, the additional punishments that she had received from Stacey soon had the girl crying and pleading for her mum to stop.

Louise raised her right hand and resumed her work, once again going for the centre of the girl’s fleshy bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Mrs. Dwyer laid out a dozen slow and hard smacks across the sixteen-year-old’s buttocks, six applied to each bum cheek.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The school nurse repeated her treatment.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Another slow and hard dose of Louise Dwyer’s hand landed, and began to have a noticeable effect on Amy. Although the dark-haired girl simply lay there showing very little reaction, her bottom was beginning to grow warmer and had changed from a very pale shade to a mixture of pinks and reds. The thirty-five-year-old nurse spent a few moments rubbing Stacey’s daughter’s bottom with her right hand, before going back to the task in hand.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

A three-minute-long rapid-fire spanking kissed every inch of Amy Markwell’s bottom. The dark-haired girl buried her head deeper into the pillow, the tears forming in both eyes. She was determined not to cry or shout or struggle, but the pain was beginning to build.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Again, the centre of her fleshy bottom received a visit from Mrs. Dwyer’s right hand.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The School Nurse targeted the back of Amy’s legs and the creases in between the girl’s buttocks and thighs. This had the desired effect and Stacey’s daughter began to wriggle and squirm on the treatment table. Louise smiled and slipped her left arm around the girl’s waist and pulled her tightly into her lap. Once satisfied that the sixteen-year-old was securely held in position, Louise raised her hand to conclude this first part of the young lady’s punishment.

“No, no, Dear. Lie there and take your punishment like a good girl.” She raised her voice slightly, before spanking the girl’s bottom some more.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Amy Markwell pushed her face into the pillow in front of her as far as she could.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Another extremely painful visit from Louise’s hand ignited a fire across the backs of Amy’s legs and in the crease between her bottom and thighs.

She wriggled and squirmed for all she was worth, but the surprisingly strong Louise Dwyer held the girl in position until she had administered those last twelve slaps.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Mrs. Dwyer held on to Amy Markwell for a few minutes, listening to the dark-haired girl’s sniffs and sobs. She brought her left arm out from around the girl’s waist and placed it flat on her back. She rubbed the hot and sore bottom lying over her knee with her right hand and tried to calm the Sixth Form girl who was crying freely.

“Ssssshhhhh, Sweetie. Come on, Amy, there’s a good girl. There, there, Dear. Have a little cry.” She smiled as she looked down to her right-hand side and noticed her slipper on the treatment table next to where she sat.

She leaned over and picked up the dark brown, rubber-soled slipper in her right hand and began playfully tapping it against the palm of her right hand.

“Right, young lady. I’m going to give you a good dose with my nasty little slipper here and all you need to do is lie there and take them. Please don’t struggle, Amy.” Louise smiled as the dark-haired girl lifted her head from the pillow and turned to look at her.

It was obvious that the tears had been flowing and the girl was sniffing and sobbing quietly.

“Please, Miss. I’ll be good. I promise,” Amy Markwell pleaded quietly, wiping her eyes and nose on her hand before brushing her long dark hair from her eyes.

Mrs. Dwyer tapped the slipper gently against the girl’s bare bottom.

“I know you’ll be good, Amy, but this is for your own good.” She replaced her left arm under the girl’s slim waist and pulled her tightly into her white nurse’s uniform.

Amy Markwell began crying and placed her face deep into the increasingly damp pillow in front of her.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The lady with the shoulder-length brown curly hair wrapped her first dozen smacks with the rubber-soled slipper slowly and relatively gently, across the centre of Amy’s already hot and red bottom. The Sixth Former cried into the pillow which she held over her face.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Louise Dwyer unleashed another slow and painful burst with her slipper, determined to drive home her message and her displeasure at the sixteen-year-old.

Mrs. Markwell’s youngest daughter began to kick her legs as the slipper added to the discomfort that she was feeling across her increasingly hot and sore bottom. Mrs. Dwyer simply held her tighter and paused until the girl had calmed herself, before administering another dozen increasingly hard, smacks with her slipper.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Sssshhhh, Dear. You deserve every smack for being such a naughty girl.” Louise smiled before bringing the slipper down hard across Amy’s bottom once more.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

After another five minutes or so, when Amy Markwell’s buttocks, thighs and backs of her legs received a hard punishment with Louise’s slipper, the nurse paused and placed the large rubber-soled shoe down at her right-hand side on the treatment table. She spent a few minutes soothing and massaging Amy’s red and hot bottom over her lap before she was stopped in her tracks by a surprisingly loud knock on her door. She thought about what to do for a moment before answering.

“Come in!” Louise Dwyer replied louder than she usually would.

She looked down at the back of Amy Markwell’s head as the door opened and the small, lower school girl walked into her room, closed the door behind her before walking across to where Louise was sat with Amy draped over her lap. The short, skinny blonde-haired girl with the small round glasses looked surprised at what she saw, but soon found her voice.

“Miss, I’ve come for my medication as I have to take it at the end of lunchtime,” the young girl announced.

Mrs. Dwyer looked down at the back of Amy’s head once more before returning her full attention to the young girl who was standing with her far too large school bag over her right shoulder. Louise tapped Amy Markwell gently on her bottom.

“Right, Sweetie. Better get you sorted out then, hadn’t I?” She sat back on the treatment table.

“Amy. Get yourself up and stand in front of me while I sort this young lady out – don’t worry, we haven’t quite finished yet,” she continued.

Mrs. Markwell’s daughter took a few moments to extract her face from the pillow that she had been holding to her face during her punishment, before awkwardly getting to her feet until she was standing next to the diminutive younger girl. She towered over her by nearly twelve inches. The sixteen-year-old didn’t look at her, concentrating instead on wiping her nose and her eyes and trying to adjust her long dark hair. She didn’t care that she was standing there, navy blue knickers around her ankles and her neatly shaven pussy on full display for all to see.

Louise got up from the table and smiled at the girl and then at Amy, before walking across her room to her medical cupboard. She turned the key that was already in the lock and pulled the door open. She turned back to the girl.

“Sorry, Lovely. I am awful with names. What’s your name again, Dear?” she smiled sweetly.

The girl shifted around on her feet nervously as she stood next to the much taller, and older, Sixth Form girl.

“Reanne Prochnow, Miss. I’m in Mrs. Johnson’s form class, Miss,” the girl answered quickly.

The School Nurse reached inside her cabinet and found what she needed almost instantly.

“I’ll just get you a cup of water to take these with, and then you can get to your next lesson. What have you got this afternoon?” Louise Dwyer smiled as she took two tablets from the packet before replacing the pack in her cupboard.

She closed it with the key and walked to her sink, where she picked up a plastic cup and filled it with water. The thirty-five-year-old walked across to where the young girl was standing next to Amy and handed the two small tablets and the cup of water to her. The blonde-haired girl smiled and reached out her hands, taking the tablets in one and the cup of water in the other.

“History with Miss Hickman and then Food with Mrs. Duffy – I think.” She smiled as she placed the tablets in her mouth, took some water and swallowed hard.

Louise Dwyer smiled as she watched the young girl empty the rest of the cup of water and hand it back to her.

“Thank you, Miss,” the small girl continued.

The school nurse smiled and walked over to the bin where she placed the used cup.

“Have a nice afternoon, Reanne,” she replied softly as the girl headed for the door.

The school nurse smiled at Amy as the door closed once more. She walked across to her desk where she had left her tawse and picked it up in her right hand, examining it closely, before turning and walking back to where Mrs. Markwell’s daughter stood, still wiping her eyes and giving out the occasional sniff and sob.

“Right, young lady. Hopefully we won’t get any more interruptions while I conclude your punishment,” she smiled sweetly.

Louise Dwyer pointed to the treatment table with her two-foot-long, twin-tailed leather tawse.

“Get yourself back on the table in the same position as you were before – head towards the top. You can use the pillow if you wish.” She looked at the girl whilst running the tan-coloured piece of leather through her hands.

Stacey Markwell’s youngest daughter slowly reached over and lay on her stomach across the black-leather covered treatment table. She placed both hands around the pillow and buried her head deep into it.

The School Nurse smiled to herself. She walked over to where Amy was lying face down and spent a few moments moving the girl’s grey school skirt out of the way once again. Once Amy’s bottom was fully exposed, Louise walked over to the left-hand side and laid her two-tailed tawse across the girl’s already red and sore bottom. She spent a few moments gently tapping Amy Markwell’s bottom with the thick tawse, ensuring where her first stroke would land. Once satisfied, she took a deep breath.

“Amy, I’m going to give you six swipes with my tawse, and I just need you to take them like a good Alannah Lawrence girl. Is that clear, Dear?” Mrs. Dwyer drew the strap back until it rested flat across her right shoulder.

Eventually, Amy Markwell replied, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Yes, Miss.”

Louise Dwyer nodded and took a deep breath before exhaling and sending the tawse hurtling towards the Sixth Form girl’s bare bottom. It landed within a second.

“Whap!”

The sound echoed around Louise’s room as well as down the long corridor outside. The pain burned across Amy’s bottom and she screamed into the pillow, kicking her legs as the pain registered in her brain. It took her over a minute to calm herself and return to her position on the table. Mrs. Dwyer replaced the tawse over her right shoulder once again. She took a breath and then sent it on its way once again.

“Whap!”

Again, Stacey’s daughter screamed into the pillow and wriggled and squirmed for all she was worth as the nasty piece of leather connected with her already red and hot bottom. Again, she kicked her legs and Mrs. Dwyer waited while the sixteen-year-old calmed herself. Once satisfied, the third swipe with the extra heavy tawse was sent on its journey.

“Whap!”

Amy was crying uncontrollably by this point and making all kinds of promises in between her sniffs, sobs and tears. The thirty-five-year-old nurse ignored the dark-haired girl and replaced her tawse on her right shoulder, patiently waiting for the girl to re-take her position on the table. Once she was happy, she did not waste much time before bringing a fourth, painful stroke with the tawse down across the centre of the Sixth Former’s bottom.

“Whap!”

Again, the girl wriggled about, but Louise waited patiently, tawse over her shoulder, and as soon as Amy had settled, the next stroke was brought crashing down across the centre of the tall, dark-haired girl’s bare bottom.

“Whap!”

Mrs. Dwyer paused and leaned over, placing her right hand on Amy’s bottom, giving it a gentle rub. It was extremely hot to the touch and was a brilliant mixture of shades of red, some light, some dark. It felt swollen in places and the nurse nodded. It would be difficult to sit down on that bottom for a few days to come. Added to that, Amy Markwell would undoubtedly be in for more punishment from her mother once they got home that evening.

Louise re-took her position once more and placed her tawse over her right shoulder. She thought about where she would land her final stroke and, once satisfied, stepped into it, bringing the thick, two-tailed piece of leather down across the lower buttocks.

“Whap!”

The dark-haired girl’s head shot up from the pillow and she yelled before returning her face to the pillow and crying for all she was worth. Mrs. Dwyer left Amy lying face down on her table while she picked up her slipper and took it and her tawse back to her cupboard. She spent a few minutes cleaning the tawse with an antiseptic wipe before she returned it to her cupboard and throwing the used wipe in the bin. Louise walked over to where Amy was still lying on her table and began to rub the dark-haired girl’s bottom gently with both hands. The nurse continued doing this until Amy Markwell had calmed herself and her breathing had returned to normal.

After about five minutes, Louise stopped and walked over to her door.

“Right, young lady. Get yourself up and sort your appearance out and then I’ll escort you back to your next lesson.” She stood with her arms folded across her chest.

Stacey’s daughter struggled to her feet after a few moments and instantly placed her hands over her bruised and burning bottom. Once she noticed Mrs. Dwyer looking at her with an increasingly stern expression on her face, she reached down and awkwardly pulled up her navy blue knickers and pulled her grey skirt down, straightening it by tugging at the waistband. The sixteen-year-old walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and took her jacket from the back. Amy quickly put this on and picked up her school bag from the floor. Amy Markwell stood looking at Louise Dwyer, who nodded at her.

“What lesson have you got now – it’s after two, young lady?” the nurse asked.

Amy thought to herself for a few moments.

“PE, Miss. With Miss Whitley and then it’s Geography with Mrs. Beckmann.” She walked slowly over to where Louise stood.

The lady with the shoulder-length curly brown hair pulled the door open and invited Amy to walk out into the corridor before she followed her and closed the door quietly behind her. She reached into her pocket for her keys and once she’d found the correct one, placed it in the lock, turned it, locked it and returned the bunch to her pocket.

“Come on then – let’s get you to the gym to see Miss Whitley.”

During the rest of the afternoon, Amy Markwell was extremely quiet and not her usual cheerful self. This wasn’t helped by having to sit on a hard wooden bench in PE as she had arrived too late to the lesson to join in with their badminton session. Geography had been equally as awkward as she tried to hide her discomfort sitting on the hard plastic chairs in Mrs. Beckmann’s classroom.

As Amy struggled to think about anything other than how much her bottom was hot and sore, Mrs. Dwyer walked across to the Main Reception at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College and asked for the Head Mistress’ Punishment Book. She filled in her entry before handing the large book back to the Head Mistress’ secretary, Amber Fox, who smiled at her.

Date: Thursday 4th November 2021

Name: Amy Markwell

Form Class: 12 LWS

Reason for Punishment: Lying to avoid PE Lesson and assisting with Open Evening

Punishment: Over-the-knee hand spanking, smacked with the slipper and six strokes on the bottom with the tawse.

Administered by Mrs. Louise Dwyer – School Nurse

Witnessed: None

Amy Markwell then had to endure the four or so hours of the Open Evening. She had tried to act cheerful as she welcomed and chatted with the parents of prospective students, but inside, all she wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed and massage her throbbing bottom. Her mood wasn’t improved when she caught sight of her mother, who simply stared at her. The look on her face made it clear to the Sixth Former that she was really going to get it once they got home that evening.

As it turned out, they arrived home a lot later than planned and despite inspecting her daughter’s bare bottom, Stacey Markwell announced that she would deal with her over the weekend, when her sister Victoria was going to be home for the weekend. The tall, dark-haired Sixth Former had been sent up to bed without any supper and had her mobile phone taken away for two weeks, which she wanted to protest but thought better of it, meekly handing over her prized iPhone. That weekend she had been summoned to the living room and in front of her twenty-five-year-old sister, had her bare bottom spanked hard across her mother’s lap before receiving the clothes brush, slipper and junior school cane before Stacey announced that she had been punished sufficiently.

Amy Markwell never feigned illness at school again and avoided upsetting her mother whilst at school. In fact, she never missed a day at school due to sickness in her remaining time at the school but never forget that afternoon in the School Nurse’s treatment room.