Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Five: The Formidable Form Mistress free porn video

It was a masterpiece.

There was no other way of describing the work of art that had mysteriously appeared on the whiteboard in Mrs. Halliday’s Form class. The picture covered almost the entire board, was awash with colour and would give the Year Twelve girls in Nancy Halliday’s Form class a damned good laugh when they walked into the room at 8.40am that morning.

It was a portrait that even the mysterious Banksy would have been proud of, but there would be no way that this would be removed from the wall and sold to the highest bidder at Sotheby’s. The culprits knew, after their classmates had finished laughing hysterically at the picture on the board, that Mrs. Halliday was guaranteed to exact dire retribution against those responsible with her large, white canvas plimsoll which everyone at Alannah Lawrence referred to as “The Rain Maker.” No one was sure where its nickname came from, but one thing was certain. It certainly brought the rain, or tears, when Nancy Halliday walloped a bare bottom with it.

As predicted, as the girls slowly drifted into their form class in the English corridor, they immediately began laughing and taking pictures of the funny mural with the cameras on their mobile phones. Within a few minutes, it was on social media and flying around the school, so that most of the near twelve hundred girls at Alannah Lawrence would see it that morning. Anna McKinlay, Becky Woodley and Katie Sorensen were among the last of the twenty girls to arrive and take their seats. They acted like the others – laughing, pointing and taking photos of the impressive drawing with the cameras on their mobile phones.

Mrs. Halliday was running late. She usually was. Always finding herself being stopped by someone and asked about something pointless. Her Form class was used to the Director of PE arriving late and preferred it that way. The less time they could spend in Mrs. Halliday’s company, the better. It worked both ways. Nancy disliked being a Form Mistress and was strict with the Year Twelve girls that she found herself responsible for. She did not spare the plimsoll, even to the group of sixteen and seventeen-year-old girls and delighted in laying it across their bottoms in Form time as their classmates watched.

Nancy hurried along the corridor and pushed the door to her Form classroom open, not even bothering to close it behind her, as she hurried across the carpeted floor to the desk, where she sat down and logged onto the computer to take the register. She ignored the giggling and the chatter as she waited for the register to appear on her screen. Once it appeared, she wasted no time in calling the girls’ names. The young ladies knew to do this in absolute silence otherwise it was a sure-fire way of getting summoned to Nancy’s office at break time for a dose of the Rain Maker.

Katie, Becky and Anna looked at one another.

“How had she not seen the massive, colourful drawing on the whiteboard at the front of the room?” They shook their heads at one another as Nancy called the last name on her register.

The thirty-four-year-old spent another few moments checking her emails before she unzipped her navy and gold tracksuit top with the Alannah Lawrence crest on the right side and Nancy’s initials – NLH – on the left. As she removed the jacket her eyes caught sight of what was drawn on the board behind her. She continued to remove her tracksuit top which she placed on the back of her chair before she got to her feet. Mrs. Halliday placed her large hands on her hips and stared at the picture on the board behind her. She focused on it for a few moments, looking at what it showed, before turning back to face her Form class. Her face was one of sheer anger.

“Right, girls. I have only one question and the question is this – which one of you is responsible for this drawing?” She scanned the room, absolutely seething inside.

All twenty young ladies in that room knew that their few moments of laughter were over, and that retribution was soon to follow. They all stared at Nancy in absolute silence. The athletically-built Head of PE scanned the faces looking at her, trying to catch out the culprit. The stand-off continued for a couple of minutes before Nancy nodded and reached into the pocket in her tracksuit bottoms. She took out her iPhone and took a photo of the masterpiece that had been left on the whiteboard in what was Ms. Lindsay’s English classroom.

Nancy Halliday focused on Becky Woodley and Anna McKinley, who were sitting together two tables from the back of the room. She looked for the slightest hint that the two girls were the guilty ones, but they managed to hold themselves together.

“No one got the nerve to admit to doing this, then, Ladies?” Mrs. Halliday slowly walked around the room looking down upon each of the girls in her class.

“No one wants to take responsibility?” she continued quietly, stopping next to Anna and Becky’s table, before returning to her desk at the front of the classroom.

“I’ll just leave this for Ms. Lindsay to find next lesson and then she can find out who was responsible and as I’m sure that the ladies who did this are repeat offenders she will probably take you to Mrs. Edwards or the Head Mistress to be caned.” She nodded, still staring at Anna and Becky.

“You disgust me, ladies.” Nancy stood arms folded across her chest, still scanning the room.

The majority of the girls in Nancy’s form class avoided their teacher’s gaze by looking down at the tables in front of them. Mrs. Halliday checked the time on her iPhone and picked up her tracksuit top, which she put on before nodding at the twenty girls who were sitting silently, trying to avoid looking at their teacher. Nancy Halliday had a ferocious temper and if she went off, then the whole school would hear her.

“Very well, girls. I’ll see you all in detention for one hour after school tomorrow night – in here. I will slipper each and every one of you as the rest of the class watches. Unless, whoever is responsible for this disgusting, sick, perverted graffiti owns up right now.” Nancy kept calm and continued to scan the room.

“I think you can rest assured that I shall be informing Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Smallwood and Mrs. Edwards about this, girls, and I hope they show absolutely no mercy to those responsible.” The thirty-four-year-old woman walked towards the open classroom door, still looking at the girls sitting in silence.

“I’m disgusted at you, but what’s worse is that you don’t have the guts to own up and take responsibility for it. You’re little cowards who aren’t the young ladies you claim to be. You’re just silly little girls who will be treated that way.” Nancy Halliday placed her mobile phone into the pocket of her tracksuit top.

Becky Woodley looked at Anna McKinlay before raising her right hand straight in the air. Mrs. Halliday took a moment to notice.

“What is it, Rebecca?” Nancy asked sternly.

The short girl with the long blonde hair took a deep breath and looked at Anna once more before opening her mouth.

“I drew the picture on the board, Miss,” she spoke quietly.

“Uh huh!” The tall PE Mistress nodded at the girl and licked her lips.

Anna McKinlay raised her right hand in the air.

“Yes, Miss McKinlay?” Nancy asked, trying her best to remain calm and not lose her temper.

“I had the idea, Miss.” She looked down at the table in front of her.

“Uh-huh.” Mrs. Halliday smiled as the alarm went to signal the end of registration.

“Right, ladies. Anna and Rebecca, you will see me at lunchtime in my office and don’t you dare not turn up. I will be talking to Ms. Lindsay and Mrs. Edwards about this so I think you can realise what will be coming your way.” She gestured with both hands for her students to stand up.

The girls got to their feet quickly and placed their chairs under the desks, picking up their school bags from the floor, standing there watching Nancy.

“Right. Off you go. No detention tomorrow evening, girls, seen as we have found our two little vandals and I assure you that they will be dealt with. Off you go.” Nancy stepped away from the door and smiled as the girls filed out into the corridor and off to their first lesson of the day.

The girls, indeed, knew what “dealt with” meant.

Anna and Becky arrived outside Mrs. Halliday’s office in the PE block soon after the alarm had sounded to signal the start of the lunch break. Becky Woodley looked at her smaller friend and smiled nervously as she knocked on the dark blue door with her right hand, half hoping that Nancy had forgotten about them and wouldn’t be there. However, this was dispelled after a few moments of the girls standing outside in the corridor.

“Come in!” Nancy Halliday raised her voice.

The two Year Twelve girls looked at each other and took a deep breath. Becky slowly placed her right hand around the door handle and pushed it down, pushing the door open as she did so. Within a few seconds, the door was fully opened, and the girls could see right inside Nancy’s large office. Their Form Mistress was sitting on her padded chair behind her desk. The large white plimsoll was already placed on top of her desk. Anna and Becky slowly walked inside, and once Becky had closed the door quietly behind her, the two Sixth Formers stood facing Nancy.

The lady with the long blonde hair did not acknowledge the girls standing in front of her desk and carried on with tapping out an email on her computer. Once she had finished, she sent the message and pushed her chair back from her desk. She looked up at the two girls standing there.

“Right, girls. No messing about today. I’m going to give you a damned good walloping with the plimsoll on your bare bottoms for what you have admitted to and think yourselves damned lucky that I’m not telling Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Smallwood or the Head Mistress about this.” Nancy stared at both girls through her light green eyes.

Anna McKinlay and Becky Woodley stood watching Nancy Halliday as she got to her feet and stood staring at them across her desk, her hands on her hips. She was truly pissed off and they both realised that they were going to get the most painful slippering that the thirty-four-year-old could give.

“Right. I think that because you planned it, Miss McKinlay, that you shall go first.” Nancy Halliday reached down and picked up the nasty white plimsoll in her large right hand.

“You haven’t ever been punished, have you, Miss McKinlay?” The Director of PE at Alannah Lawrence walked around her desk and stood next to the girls.

Anna McKinlay couldn’t help but stare at the white canvas plimsoll in Nancy’s right hand. The girl simply shook her head.

“Well, you’ll certainly want to avoid a repeat performance, I can assure you of that, you filthy-minded girl.” Mrs. Halliday smiled wickedly.

“You’ll get twelve smacks with my plimsoll – none of this six for your first offence – seen as that offence was so disgusting.” The PE Mistress began tapping the plimsoll gently against the palm of her right hand.

“Am I making myself clear, young lady?” Nancy inhaled deeply, her large breasts moving up and down under her tight navy t-shirt.

“Yes, Mrs. Halliday. I’m sorry, Miss,” Anna McKinlay spat out.

The athletically-built teacher began scanning her office and thinking about how she would administer the girls’ punishments.

“Those smacks will be given across your bare bottom and again, none of your complaining. One word about this and I’ll drag you down to Ms. Lindsay’s office,” Nancy laughed.

Anna McKinlay nodded. She knew that what her Form Mistress was going to do was so wrong on so many levels but had decided just to get it over with. If she upset Nancy any further then she’d still get the plimsoll and then probably more punishments from Ms. Lindsay her Head of Year and then probably Mrs. Smallwood the Head of Sixth Form at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. The tall PE Mistress then turned her attention to the blonde-haired girl standing next to Anna.

“And you – Rebecca Woodley.” Mrs. Halliday tapped the plimsoll against the palm of her right hand.

Becky looked down at the carpeted floor in front of her. She was angry at the thought of being slippered once again but more upset at her Form Mistress calling her Rebecca. She hated it when anyone called her by her full name.

“You’re no stranger to the plimsoll, are you, Rebecca?” Nancy smiled sweetly.

Becky looked up.

“No, Mrs. Halliday.” She returned to looking at her black school shoes.

“No, your record is quite impressive, Rebecca. I know for a fact that I’ve slippered you three times in PE lessons since you started here and that you’ve been punished by other teachers as well. One of the longest punishment records at Alannah Lawrence.” Nancy Halliday shook her head.

“You, young lady will receive eighteen whacks with my plimsoll on your bare arse and, again, not a word to anyone about it, or I’ll show your artwork to Miss Marks. I’m sure that she’ll be impressed and perhaps commission you to do one of her. What do you think, Rebecca?” The Head of PE turned and leaned over her desk, making space where the girls would bend over for their punishment. As Nancy turned back to the two Sixth Form girls, there was a knock on her office door.

“Come in!” She raised her voice, still not taking her eyes from the two girls for a moment.

The door opened slowly, and Mrs. Halliday smiled as she saw her student teacher, Rachel Whitley, walk into her office with Katie Sorensen from Nancy’s Form class.

“Hello, Miss. Katie. What can I do for you?” The lady with the long blonde hair turned her attention from the girls to Rachel.

“Miss. Katie here has something that she’d like to say to you. Haven’t you, Katie?” Rachel Whitley spoke softly.

“Yes, Miss.” The girl with the shoulder-length black hair looked across at her two friends.

“Go on.” Nancy looked at the girl quizzically.

Katie Sorensen cleared her throat, looked at Rachel, then at her friends and then finally, at Nancy Halliday.

“Miss Halliday, I was involved too. If Becky and Anna are going to be given a detention, then I should be punished alongside them too.” The seventeen-year-old looked at her friends, who were avoiding looking at her.

Nancy walked across to the girl with the short black hair.

“And what part did you play, Miss Sorensen?” Nancy made sure that the relatively tall Sixth Former got a good look at the plimsoll that she held in her right hand.

Katie Sorensen took another deep breath.

“I was the lookout, Miss. We came in early this morning and did it.” Katie felt better in herself for her confession.

This would not last long.

Nancy nodded at her and smiled sympathetically at the girl.

“Thank you for that, Katie, but you see, detention just won’t cut it for me. I have just told Rebecca and Anna here that they will be slippered on their bare bottoms here and now for their behaviour. It’s either that, or I’ll drag you all down to Ms. Lindsay’s office and maybe even get Mrs. Edwards or Miss Marks to deal with you disgusting girls.” Mrs. Halliday licked her lips.

Katie Sorensen’s heart sank. She had only expected an hour’s detention for what they had done that morning. Like Becky, she had been punished regularly during her five and a half years at Alannah Lawrence. She even had the unenviable honour of having being given a painful over-the-knee hand spanking in front of her entire Chemistry class by her then teacher, Amelia Marks. It had hurt like hell and had meant that she could not sit down without feeling it for nearly a week. And that was with the nasty little dark-haired woman’s bare hand. God knows how much a caning from her would hurt!

“No, Miss. Please not Ms. Lindsay or Miss Marks!” Katie Sorensen shouted.

Nancy Halliday simply smiled and waited for the girl to calm down.

“Ssshhh, you nasty little girl. You’re no stranger to having your bottom walloped, so you, like Rebecca, will receive eighteen smacks and there will be no complaints from you. If you so much as dare tell anyone, I’ll take the image that I have on my phone to the Head Mistress.” She walked away and stood in front of her desk once more.

She did not have to say anything else. The girls knew that, although a slippering from Nancy would be severe and would undoubtedly hurt for days to come, it was a slightly more preferable choice than being caned, and probably excluded, by the Head Mistress.

Nancy smiled at Rachel Whitley.

“Miss will witness your punishment and then I shall enter it into the Head Mistress’ Punishment Book. You will also be placed in Friday detention this week, girls. I’m disgusted at what you have done.”

The three Sixth Form girls said nothing and continued looking down at the floor as they stood facing Nancy’s desk.

“Right. Let’s get this over with, shall we, ladies?” Mrs. Halliday watched as Rachel Whitley sat down in her comfortable padded leather seat. The twenty-three-year-old student teacher would see the girls’ faces as they were walloped by Nancy.

“I think, Anna, seen as you’re new to all this and are only getting twelve, then you can go first.” Mrs. Halliday licked her lips.

“You two know the routine so let’s have your blazers, shoes, skirts and knickers off, ladies – place them on the table in the corner of the room and be quick about it!” Mrs. Halliday snapped.

The three Year Twelve girls quickly walked over to the far corner of Nancy’s office and removed their uniforms – piling their grey blazers, grey skirts and navy blue school knickers on the table and leaving their black school shoes under her table, before standing by the door.

Once she was ready, Nancy Halliday smiled at Rachel Whitley, who sat back in the comfortable leather chair. The twenty-three-year-old had witnessed several wallopings that Nancy had administered to members of her classes and enjoyed seeing how the different girls reacted to them. She secretly hoped that as part of her placement at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, Mrs. Halliday would allow her to administer a punishment or two before her placement came to an end.

“Right, Anna. You’re up first. Come and bend over my desk. Reach right across and hold onto the end of the desk. If you move or touch your bottom or annoy me by not taking your punishment properly, then I’ll get Miss Whitley to hold you in place while I administer the punishment and then take you along to Miss Marks to be caned. Clear?” Nancy Halliday was already walking over to the left-hand side of her office.

“Yes, Mrs. Halliday. I am so sorry,” the extremely short girl with the long brown hair replied as she walked the few steps across Nancy’s office until she was standing facing the desk.

Mrs. Halliday nodded.

“Over.” She gestured with the large white canvas plimsoll.

Anna McKinlay took a deep breath and reached over the desk, holding onto the end of the large desk with both hands, her face close to Miss Whitley, who was sitting across from her in the seat. Anna’s bottom stood out proudly and she awaited that first painful smack.

Behind her, Mrs. Halliday stood behind the girl and folded Anna’s light blue school blouse out of the way, totally revealing the girl’s small bottom. Once satisfied, Nancy Halliday placed her left hand on the small Sixth Former’s lower back and laid the large white plimsoll against the girl’s small bottom.

“Twelve whacks, young lady. No fuss, no jumping about or rubbing your bottom or I’ll get Miss to hold you while I finish this and then I’ll involve the Head Mistress. Understand, Anna?” Nancy spoke softly as she took aim with the canvas plimsoll.

Anna McKinlay took a deep breath and prepared herself. She nodded and after a few moments managed to reply.

“Yes, Miss Halliday.” She buried her face in her arms as she bent over the desk and awaited that first painful smack.

Mrs. Halliday adjusted the hold she had on the girl with her left hand before bringing her large plimsoll down across the girl’s small bottom. The sound it made echoed around her office and then travelled down the corridor outside.

“Whack!”

The small Year Twelve girl winced with pain and tried not to shout out, but the pain was immense. Anna hardly had time to recover from that first painful blow before she felt the PE mistress push her down into the desk with her left hand before landing her next swipe.

“Whack!”

Anna McKinlay pushed her face into her arms and gently bit her lip as the pain spread quickly across her small bottom. Her Form Mistress pushed down on her lower back and took aim once more, bringing the large white plimsoll crashing down once again. It landed expertly across the fleshy centre of the seventeen-year-old’s bottom.

“Whack!”

The girl with the long brown hair wriggled around on Nancy’s desk but the experienced disciplinarian simply waited for her to stop moving before landing her next smack with the heavy shoe. Again, it kissed Anna McKinlay hard across the centre of her bottom.

“Whack!”

The tears had long since started and the small Year Twelve girl was crying freely into her arms. In front of her, Rachel Whitley looked at Nancy as the blonde-haired lady took aim with her large plimsoll once more, bringing it down with as much force as she possibly could. The sound it made as it connected with Anna’s bottom echoed around the office.

“Whack!”

Mrs. Halliday took aim once again and looked across at Becky and Katie who were standing watching her nervously. Katie chewed on her fingernails on her right hand and Becky shuffled around on her feet as they watched their friend receive her first-ever dose of corporal punishment at Alannah Lawrence. Soon, Nancy returned to the task in hand and continued to land her smacks with the nasty canvas plimsoll at regular intervals. She had no problem in holding the slightly built Anna McKinlay in position over her desk with her left hand pressing down hard on the girl’s lower back.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

By the time the tenth stroke had kissed the Sixth Form girl’s bottom, she was screaming and howling with pain as her bottom grew increasing red and bruised from Nancy’s nasty plimsoll.

“Please, Miss. I’ll be good. I promise. I’ll never do anything like that ever again. I promise!” she pleaded.

Nancy simply waited for the small, brown-haired girl to calm herself and resume her position over the desk before she spoke.

“Glad you will be good, young lady. Would be a shame to have to give you eighteen the next time and then drag you along to Ms. Lindsay, wouldn’t it?”

Anna was crying loudly and hanging on to the end of the desk for dear life. She closed her eyes and wished that her whacking from Nancy was over. She did not have long to wait as the Head of PE took aim with her large plimsoll and pushed the girl down into the desk. She quickly brought the shoe down hard against Anna’s bottom, which, by this time, was a dark shade of red, and bruises had started to form across the lower part of both bum cheeks.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Mrs. Halliday removed her left hand from Anna McKinlay’s back and walked away from the girl, who remained bent over the desk, crying, sniffing and sobbing loudly. Nancy looked at Katie, who was standing with her eyes closed. The PE Mistress tapped the white plimsoll against the palm of her right hand and smiled at the two girls.

“Anna. Get yourself up. Do not touch your bottom. If you do, then I’ll give you an additional six so that you’ve had the same as these other two naughty girls are going to receive.” She smiled at Rachel as they watched the small girl struggle to her feet.

“Go and stand near the table where your clothes are – do not rub your bottom, young lady.” Mrs. Halliday watched as the girl struggled to carry out her instructions.

A few moments later, Nancy Halliday turned her attention to Katie Sorensen. She smiled sweetly at the girl with the shoulder-length black hair. Although she was no stranger to corporal punishment both at school and at home, Katie was nervous. She had felt “The Rain Maker” at Nancy’s hands twice before and it had hurt. That had been for forgetting her PE kit. What she was being punished for now was something far worse and so, the whacking she was about to receive would be a lot worse too.

“Katie. Your turn next. You know the routine so over to my desk, right over and hold onto the other side. Move and I’ll give you extra,” Mrs. Halliday announced, emotionless.

She watched the girl walk across to her desk and bend over. Katie Sorensen looked up at Rachel Whitley, who was sitting on the chair in front of her, before the Sixth Former buried her head deep in her arms and closed her eyes. This was really going to hurt, and she knew it.

Out of Katie’s sight, Nancy walked over to her left-hand side and carefully lifted the girl’s light-blue school blouse out of the way, exposing her bare bottom. The PE Mistress began tapping Katie Sorensen’s bottom firmly with the size-twelve canvas plimsoll. Once satisfied, she slowly, and deliberately laid out those first half a dozen smacks as hard as physically possible across the seventeen-year-old’s bottom. Unlike, Anna, who she held down, Mrs. Halliday wanted to keep both arms free to allow her to put as much force into each smack as possible. Once again, the sound of the rubber-soled plimsoll landing against the girl’s bare bottom echoed around Nancy’s office and out into the corridor outside.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Despite the pain and the intense heat that was spreading across her bottom, Katie managed to take the first six smacks with as little fuss as possible. She wriggled and squirmed a little but managed to hold herself together, certainly better than Anna had a few minutes earlier. She had tears in her eyes but tried her best to concentrate on each smack – counting them off in her head as the Rain Maker kissed her bottom repeatedly. The next six swipes with Mrs. Halliday’s plimsoll finally brought the rain, or the tears, to Katie’s eyes.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Nancy Halliday smiled across at Rachel Whitley who was sitting back in Nancy’s comfortable leather chair. The student teacher had the perfect position to see the reactions of the three girls as the Rain Maker did its work across their bare bottoms. Mrs. Halliday adjusted her stance slightly in an attempt to put as much force as she possibly could into her final half a dozen smacks. These took a little longer to administer due to Katie’s wriggling, squirming and pleading. The thirty-four-year-old Head of PE simply ignored the girl’s cries and promises, administering those final six, extremely painful, full-force, but accurate forehand winners.

“Whack!”

“Ow, Miss! Please stop!”

“Whack!”

“Please, Miss. I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

“Whack!”

“Ouch, Miss!” Stop it! Please!”

“Whack!”

“I’m so sorry, Miss. Please, no more!”

“Whack!”

“I have had enough! Please stop, Miss!”

“Whack!”

Katie’s Form Mistress left the black-haired girl bent over the desk for a few minutes. She smiled at Becky, who knew that it was her turn next. Eventually, Katie Sorensen was standing in the corner of the room next to Anna, both girls with their hands covering their pussies. Not out of embarrassment – they just needed somewhere to put their hands as opposed to on their burning bottoms. Doing that would be so nice but would lead to them receiving a further walloping and there was no way they wanted that.

Nancy Halliday tapped the large white plimsoll against the palm of her large right hand and nodded at the shorter girl.

“Well, Rebecca. You know the routine better than anyone at Alannah Lawrence, so we won’t waste any more time. Over you go – grab the end of the desk and take your punishment like a good girl.” The tall PE Mistress smiled as Becky calmly walked over to Nancy’s desk.

The sixteen-year-old with the long blonde hair reached over and placed her hands over the end of the desk. She placed her head in her arms and prepared herself for the onslaught that was coming her way. Slipperings from Nancy Halliday were unpleasant – she’d had three during her time at Alannah Lawrence – but she would try to take this one with as little fuss as possible and pray that Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Smallwood, her House Mistress Miss Harket, Mrs. Edwards or Miss Marks, would not add to the already excessive punishment.

“Right, young lady. Eighteen smacks for your artwork and rest assured that I shall be sharing that with Miss Harket so she will probably want to discuss it with you this evening.” Nancy took up her position once more.

Becky Woodley closed her eyes and waited for that first painful smack. She would get it a lot worse than Anna or Katie for several reasons. Firstly, she had been in lots more trouble during her five and a half years at Alannah Lawrence. Second, Nancy Halliday really did not like her and finally, Becky, unlike her two friends, was a boarder. This would mean that her young House Mistress, Amy Harket, would be told about the punishment she had received from Mrs. Halliday. This would lead to having to explain herself to her no-nonsense House Mistress that evening. She would be lucky to escape with a grounding. Amy was likely to add to her discomfort by administering at least half a dozen nasty swats with her large, holed American-style spanking paddle across her bare bottom.

Nancy Halliday carefully moved Becky’s light-blue school blouse out of the way so that the girl’s fleshy bottom was fully exposed and, like she had done with Katie Sorensen, took a step away to allow her to get a full swing with her powerful forehand. The blonde-haired PE Mistress smiled across at Rachel, her student teacher, before quickly administering the first half a dozen whacks with the Rain Maker.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

The sixteen-year-old with the long blonde hair took those first six smacks with the plimsoll well. She hardly moved from the position bent over Nancy’s desk and despite the obvious discomfort she felt with each full-force swipe with the large white gym shoe, Becky did not shout or scream, unlike Anna and Katie had done previously. Becky Woodley had been slippered by Nancy Halliday three times before and she knew how much a whacking with the Rain Maker hurt, but stubbornly tried to take her eighteen whacks with as little fuss as possible.

“Like a good Alannah Lawrence Girl,” as the Deputy Head Mistress, Mrs. Edwards put it.

Mrs. Halliday concentrated upon laying out her smacks as hard as physically possible and the sound of the canvas plimsoll kissing Becky Woodley’s increasingly red and sore bottom increased as she put more and more force behind each smack with the large white shoe. The sixteen-year-old was sobbing into her arms but refused to move about or jump up and put her hands over her bottom to protect it from any further punishment. She knew that this would land her in even more trouble with Nancy, and stubbornly did her best to stay in position over the desk and not make as much noise as her classmates had done during their whackings.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Mrs. Halliday paused for a few minutes. Firstly, to get her breath back and also to adjust her navy blue t-shirt. She took a few deep breaths before looking over at Katie and Anna, then at Rachel Whitley, before returning the large plimsoll to Becky Woodley’s red and bruised bottom in front of her. She tapped the size-twelve shoe against the girl’s bottom heavily before she was satisfied and raised the white canvas shoe in her right hand, bringing it down from height a moment later. That full-force smack finally broke Becky’s resistance and she screamed, the tears falling freely on the desk in front of her.

“Whack!”

Nancy Halliday smiled at Rachel as she realised that Becky Woodley had been broken at last. She quickly re-took her position and sent another forehand winner down the line.

“Whack!”

“Fu….For God’s sake, Miss. Stop!” the Sixth form girl began to plead.

Mrs. Halliday simply smiled at Miss Whitley and took aim once more.

“Not a chance, Rebecca. You deserve every single smack I’m giving you for doing such a disgusting thing.” She raised the plimsoll and brought it down against the girl’s bottom once again.

“Whack!”

“Please, Miss Halliday!” Becky began to struggle to stay in position over the desk.

“Quiet!” The Head of PE snapped, bringing down her next swipe with the plimsoll hard against the girl’s lower bottom and tops of her thighs.

“Fuc...” The blonde-haired sixteen-year-old just about managed to stop herself swearing as the pain intensified in her thighs and backs of her legs as Nancy’s plimsoll left its mark.

The thirty-four-year-old teacher smiled as she took aim once again.

“Go on. Have a little swear, Rebecca, and then you’ll get an extra six!” she hissed as she brought the plimsoll down once more.

“Whack!”

Becky Woodley was crying and sobbing loudly but held herself in position over Nancy’s desk with all her strength. There was no way that she wanted extra smacks with the Rain Maker. It had made enough rain already that lunchtime as far as Becky was concerned. Mrs. Halliday smiled across at Rachel, who was gently brushing the Sixth Former’s blonde hair out of her face. The athletically-built former hockey player brought the plimsoll down heavily once again, its arrival echoing around Nancy’s office and down the PE Corridor.

“Whack!”

Mrs. Halliday licked her lips as she noticed how red and bruised Becky Woodley’s bottom had become. There would be no way that she would be sitting comfortably for days after this. The creases in between the girl’s buttocks and thighs had received quite a lot of attention from the Rain Maker and the blonde-haired student would feel her punishment every time she moved or tried to sit down. The blonde-haired PE Mistress flicked her hair behind her head and took aim for one final time. Once happy where it would land, she put all her weight behind her stroke. It landed loudly across the sixteen-year-old’s already well-punished bottom.

“Whack!”

Once she had completed Becky Woodley’s punishment, Nancy placed the white plimsoll back on her desk and smiled at Rachel. The PE Mistress then spent a few moments bent down while she took a close look at her handiwork. She smiled before standing up straight once more, placing her hands on her hips.

“Right, Rebecca. Up you get and you can all get dressed. This is the end of the matter as far as I am concerned, girls.” She paused as she watched the blonde-haired Sixth Former get to her feet awkwardly, careful to avoid rubbing her burning bottom.

“I will be recording this in the Punishment Book and so, if Miss Marks or Ms. Lindsay, or whoever, wishes to add to your punishment, then you’ve only got yourselves to blame, haven’t you?” She focused on Anna, who was still sobbing and crying, her bottom on fire.

“Yes, Miss,” they muttered in unison.

“Rebecca, you will do a Friday detention this week and I also guess that you’ll have to explain yourself to Miss Harket tonight,” Nancy smiled sweetly, knowing that the girl would undoubtedly be punished again.

“I’ll also keep your very unusual portrait of me with my plimsoll and a large cock doing dirty things, just in case you decide to misbehave for me during your remaining time here. Then I can bring this out and show the Head Mistress, can’t I? I’m sure that she’ll be equally impressed, Rebecca, Anna, Katie.” Nancy shook her head.

“Sorry, Miss,” the girls replied once again as one.

Nancy Halliday yawned loudly and stretched; her large breasts pushed out proudly under her navy t-shirt.

“Get yourselves dressed and then get out of my sight,” she hissed.

Mrs. Halliday watched the girls as they dressed. She stood with her hands on her hips until all three young ladies were standing facing her in their grey blazers, grey skirts and light-blue blouses, with their school bags in their hands.

“Get out!” she snapped.

Becky, Katie and Anna did not wait around. Becky Woodley opened the door to Mrs. Halliday’s office and stormed off at pace down the corridor. Katie and Anna followed her to the Sixth Form girls’ toilets, where they spent the rest of lunchtime trying to soothe and cool their hot and swollen bottoms. It was a futile attempt. The pain and discomfort they all felt lasted until the end of that week, Becky still feeling discomfort when she bent or sat down during her Friday afternoon detention with Miss Hickman.

Once she had dismissed the girls from her office, Nancy Halliday chatted with Rachel for a few minutes and the ladies discussed what had just occurred in Nancy’s office that lunchtime. The blonde-haired PE Mistress had then walked over to the main part of the school and collected the Punishment Book from the Head Mistress’ secretary, Amber Fox. She smiled and she described what she had done to the three naughty members of her Form class before handing the large hard-backed book back to the red-haired lady.

She quickly scribbled her entries in her messy handwriting before heading back to her office.

Date: Tuesday April 20th, 2021

Student: Rebecca Woodley

Form Class: 12 NHY

Reason for Punishment: Graffiti and emotional abuse of teacher

Punishment: Eighteen smacks with the plimsoll

Administered by Mrs. Nancy Halliday – Director of PE

Witnessed: Miss Rachel Whitley – student teacher

Date: Tuesday April 20th, 2021

Student: Anna McKinlay

Form Class: 12 NHY

Reason for Punishment: Graffiti and emotional abuse of teacher

Punishment: Twelve smacks with the plimsoll (First offence)

Administered by Mrs. Nancy Halliday – Director of PE

Witnessed: Miss Rachel Whitley – student teacher

Date: Tuesday April 20th, 2021

Student: Katie Sorensen

Form Class: 12 NHY

Reason for Punishment: Graffiti and emotional abuse of teacher

Punishment: Eighteen smacks with the plimsoll

Administered by Mrs. Nancy Halliday – Director of PE

Witnessed: Miss Rachel Whitley – student teacher

Anna McKinlay and Katie Sorensen managed to avoid Nancy’s plimsoll for the rest of that school year. They decided to keep their heads down and try to avoid any more trouble. Becky Woodley wasn’t quite so lucky. She had been pulled up for her slippering by her Head of Year, Ms. Lindsay, who had yelled at her before calling her mother and explaining what the sixteen-year-old had done this time. Next, her House Mistress, Amy Harket, had called her into her study and scolded her severely for bringing the good reputation of Heywood House into disrepute. She had been grounded and had lost all privileges for two weeks as a result. A lucky escape as Amy Harket, despite her young appearance, was not a lady who spared the paddle.

Finally, she had to sit through a two-hour Friday detention when all her friends were out doing what they liked. Even the usually kind and sweet Deputy Head Mistress, Charlotte Hickman, her old History Mistress had scolded her in her quiet way, and this had made Becky tearful. Miss Hickman had made her write a letter of apology to Nancy Halliday and then issued her with five hundred lines that were due the following Monday morning. The young Deputy Head Mistress had then told the short blonde-haired girl that she should put her over her knee and give her a spanking for being in Friday detention yet again.

Becky Woodley had become even more tearful at the prospect of having her already bruised bottom punished again. Charlotte Hickman was one of the nicest teachers at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, but she could make a naughty girl squirm with her small right hand. The sixteen-year-old had pleaded with the teacher not to punish her again and promised that she would stay out of trouble. Eventually, Miss Hickman had relented and simply allowed the girl to complete her detention in silence.

Becky, unlike her two friends, continued to receive regular punishments in her remaining fourteen months at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College.