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Bryony Parkinson was half way through her induction year at St Catherine’s Girls’ School. This was her first teaching post since she had completed her teacher training at University and she was still in shock at landing a job at such a successful and outstanding school. She was a local girl and everyone in her home city knew of the high level of achievement and the outstanding behaviour of the girls who went to St Catherine’s School. Bryony had gone to the local comprehensive school but had done well. She had achieved good grades both at school and then university and had decided to go into teaching.

She had always been a sporty girl and excelled at netball, hockey and tennis. During her time at school, she had represented the school’s teams at various sports and had always done well. She regularly beat her rivals from St Catherine’s, despite the obvious advantages they enjoyed in terms of facilities and excellent coaching. She had gone on to represent the County and even England at netball and hockey and had used these experiences to her advantage – especially in the interview to get her first teaching post. Bryony had obviously impressed the Head Mistress, Joanne Hudson, the Head of Year Eight, Miss Kim Campbell and the young head of Girls’ PE, Leanne Hanson. She put the fact that her mother was friends with Joanne Hudson and had obviously had a word with her about Bryony before the interview firmly from her mind.

Those first few months had been hard work but rewarding and Bryony was establishing herself with the girls as a good teacher who was good at what she did. She cared about her classes and was always happy to put in extra hours with the girls who asked her for extra help or coaching. She had thrown herself into coaching the teams she had volunteered for. Leanne was not a hockey player, so happily passed the responsibility for the senior girls’ hockey team over to the newcomer and was pleased with the way it had turned out. Bryony was a natural and she had led them to an unbeaten season so far. Her work with the netball teams was equally impressive and Leanne praised her colleague constantly in the staff room. She was amazing for a newly qualified teacher. Very low maintenance, which suited the laid back Leanne Hanson perfectly.

However, Bryony was struggling. Not with her PE classes, but with her form class. When she had first met her form for the first time in September she did tell the girls what she expected of them. High standards of uniform, consideration for others, completing work to the best standard possible, honesty and looking after one another. She had, however, left out the idea of consequences. Bryony was aware that this meant corporal punishment, and she was unsure about ever using this on any of her students. In her PE classes this was easy. Any girl who misbehaved or had forgotten their kit was simply sent to Leanne, who applied the slipper across the buttocks with great enthusiasm. This led to all of Bryony’s classes doing exactly what she asked of them, without question. One slippering on the bare buttocks from Miss Hanson usually had the desired effect and students arrived at Bryony’s next lesson with a totally changed, and more positive, attitude.

Her form class was a different matter. There were a few characters in there, but at first, they accepted their new teacher and generally did as asked. Bryony relaxed, perhaps too much, and settled in to trying to get to know her girls. The timetable had worked against her meaning that she did not teach any of her form class. She didn’t even see many of them in the after school or lunchtime clubs she ran. It wasn’t long before emails began arriving in her inbox, describing various acts of unacceptable behaviour and Bryony began to struggle with how to deal with these.

She tried to take the girls to one side at first. Chatting with them reasonably, asking them why they had misbehaved and then telling them that they shouldn’t behave like that again. The girls seemed to accept this and went on their way. There would then be another email within days, about the same girl, saying that she had misbehaved again. Bryony tried to ignore them but this could not go on. She needed advice but did not know who to ask. Matters came to a head one Wednesday morning, during morning registration.

Bryony had resorted to taking the register regardless of the noise in the classroom. She needed to get it done. This was not the St Catherine’s way. Girls sat upright behind their desks, in silence and answered their names.

“Yes Miss!”

As Bryony struggled to hear the girls’ responses above the chatter and silliness, she failed to notice that the Head of Year, Kim Campbell, had walked into the back of the room and stood there, arms folded across her chest, shocked. It took a moment before most of the girls noticed too, and the room gradually went quiet. All eyes fixed on a clearly angry Miss Campbell. Bryony was the last to realise, and when she did notice, got to her feet and looked worriedly at the seriously strict Geography teacher. Kim shot Bryony a smile but then turned to face the class, a most different expression on her face.

“Good Morning, girls.” The diminutive Miss Campbell said softly.

“Good Morning, Miss Campbell.” Came the reply in unison.

Bryony marvelled at how Kim could get the twenty eight girls in her form to sit there in absolute silence.

“Katie Spellman, sort out your blouse and tie.” Kim scanned the room and picked up on various things that Bryony had missed or had deliberately ignored.

“Stephanie Coleman, empty your mouth, girl!”

After about half the form had been pulled up for one thing or another, Miss Campbell looked over to Bryony, who looked embarrassed. Kim shot her a little smile as to reassure her, but all the young PE Mistress wanted to do was to curl up and hide.

“Well, girls I must admit that I am most disappointed in almost everyone in this room.” She paused and watched the reaction.

The girls were giving her their full attention.

“Your behaviour in Miss Mulligan’s lesson yesterday has come to my attention and rest assured that I’m going to deal with the ring leaders right now.” With that, Kim produced a piece of paper and scanned the room.

“The following girls get your things together and make your way to my office, right now!” She raised her voice and some of the girls shivered. They really were in for it.

“Stephanie Coleman.” She paused and watched the small girl reach down for her bag that was on the floor.

“I wonder what your sister would say about this?” Referring to the fact that the girl’s older sister, Natalie was Head Girl and also played a leading role in the Senior Girls’ netball team which Bryony coached.

“Lucy Donnelly” Kim paused as the second girl got to her feet, quietly putting her chair under the desk and walking over towards the door.

“Victoria Wilcox”

Kim called six names in all and Bryony watched as they made their way down the corridor and towards Miss Campbell’s office. Her shock was short-lived as the bell went to signal the start of the first lesson of the day. She dismissed her form group, who left the room in a much calmer manner than usual, and made her way to her lesson of the day. She paid no more attention to what had happened in registration that morning until lunchtime when she checked her emails.

Amongst the usual ones that she tended to ignore, there was one from the Head Mistress, Joanne Hudson. It was headed, “Progress Meeting,” and Bryony Parkinson shook her head. She was worried, but clicked on it regardless.

It was a short email but the content made Bryony sit up and worry. She was stunned and found herself reading it over and over again, even if it had gone in her head at the first time of reading.

Good Morning Bryony.

I trust you are well and that everything is as it should be. I have received many positive reports about you from Miss Hanson and students that you teach but feel that it is time that we had a short meeting to discuss your progress at St. Catherine’s.

This is merely a short meeting to find out how you have settled in. I would like to see you in my office at 2:00pm Thursday March 12 th . Please let me know if this is inconvenient for you.

Looking forward to seeing you,

Ms Joanne C. Hudson

“Fuck!” Bryony thought to herself and almost felt herself becoming tearful. Miss Campbell must have said something and now she was going to be asked to leave the school because she was reluctant to use corporal punishment against the girls. She wanted to talk to someone about the email, but who? Leanne was a friend, but probably wouldn’t understand. There was no one else.

Bryony tried to block the meeting from her mind as she watched her first class of the afternoon playing football then the final lesson that day, her girls trying to look as if they understood how to play netball. At the end of the day she got in her car and headed home soon after the bell went. She spent that evening worrying and convinced herself that she was going to be sacked. She didn’t sleep and had been getting up and down out of bed all night. The next morning was just as slow and by the time she made her way across to the main school building at 1:55pm she looked and felt awful.

Bryony leaned over the reception desk, where Ms Hudson’s Personal Assistant, Gemma Ball was typing an email. The message she received the previous day had obviously come from Gemma, so she knew about this meeting. The young PE teacher wanted to swear but did her best to appear calm in front of the skinny receptionist.

“Hi. I’ve got a meeting with Ms Hudson in five minutes.” Bryony tried to sound calm and confident, but inside she was falling apart.

Gemma looked up at the tall PE Mistress, and smiled. She pushed her small glasses to the top of her nose and reached for her phone, tapping in the Head Mistress’s extension.

After a moment she opened her mouth. “Miss Parkinson is here to see you, Head Mistress.”

The smile across Gemma’s face widened. She obviously knew what this was all about.

Bryony couldn’t hear the conversation that took place, but Gemma simply put the receiver down and said, “She’ll see you now, Miss.”

A wide smile appeared across Gemma’s face and Bryony found herself thinking that she wanted to slap the girl for being such a bitch. However, she calmed down and moved towards the long corridor where the offices were.

“Thank you.” She replied as sincerely as she could and turned and headed towards the Head Mistress’s office.

Within seconds, Bryony Parkinson stood outside the heavy wooden door, with the brass name plate that read “Joanne C. Hudson Head Mistress”. She paused before knocking and looked as a door opened and the Deputy Head Mistress, Suzanne Bryant, with her dyed red hair came out. The older lady noticed her and they exchanged greetings, before Suzanne locked her door behind her and made her way down the corridor. Bryony paused again before knocking solidly on the door in front of her. She waited for what seemed like an age before she heard the reply.

“Come in!” Joanne Hudson was in. And she was probably in for it.

Bryony Parkinson turned the handle and pushed the door open, noticing that Joanne was standing there in front of her.

“Come in Bryony. Close the door.” Joanne said softly, and the 24 year old carried out her instructions immediately.

Joanne smiled and gestured towards the sofa in the corner of her office. “Come and have a seat, Bryony.”

The young PE teacher moved across the room and took a seat on the corner of the large leather sofa. Joanne moved over to her desk, picked up a piece of paper and then joined her. Sitting on the opposite side of the large leather sofa.

Joanne smiled and took a few moments to study the young PE Mistress, who tried to stop herself from fidgeting. She forced herself to hold her hands in her lap, desperately fighting the urge to bite her fingernails. Ms Hudson continued to smile. She looked at Bryony Parkinson, the 24 year old PE Mistress. The young girl was extremely tall, standing at about 6 feet two inches tall. She was well built her body well-toned and it was obvious to Joanne that the young lady worked out regularly. Bryony had long, reddish blonde hair which she had tied up neatly. Her thighs were large and muscular. Her breasts well-formed and well covered in her black school tracksuit. Joanne was aware that she fancied the girl and decided to concentrate on what she was there for.

“So Bryony. How are you finding things here?” Joanne held the piece of paper tightly in her right hand and stared at the girl.

Bryony Parkinson paused and thought about her reply before opening her mouth. “It’s great, Miss Hudson.” She smiled awkwardly.

“And Miss Hanson is a brilliant Head of Department.”

Joanne’s smile widened even further. “That’s good. And how are you finding the girls?”

Joanne shifted around on the sofa, moving a little closer towards Bryony.

The young girl smiled nervously. “Generally good Head Mistress.”

She looked away momentarily, before continuing.

“They seem to just get on with things and I’ve not really had to shout at any of my classes.” She stared worriedly at Joanne and continued.

“I’ve had to send several girls to Miss Hanson, but that was mainly for forgetting their kit.” Bryony Parkinson looked down at the floor.

Joanne paused and then brought the A4 piece of paper into view and placed it onto her lap. “Well, Bryony, I’ve received a few reports about you and I hope that you could shed some light on them for me.”

Bryony was shocked, but knew that Miss Campbell had probably reported what she had seen going on in the form room yesterday. She remained silent and simply nodded.

“You haven’t punished any of your students yourself, instead relying on Miss Hanson to administer the gym shoe.” Joanne looked up from the sheet and straight at Bryony.

“Is that true?” Joanne’s tone had changed.

No longer kind and friendly. She had become deadly serious.

Bryony looked to her trainers and simply muttered, “Yes, Miss Hudson.”

Joanne simply replied “Mmm.” Before continuing.

“Then, we have the matter of your form class.”

Bryony shook her head, not daring to look at the Head Mistress, trying instead to concentrate on her trainers.

“You seem to have let the girls do things that they really shouldn’t be doing in class, Bryony.” Joanne didn’t wait for any explanation and worked her way through the list.

“Chewing in class, not seated behind a desk, shouting out, incorrect uniform not challenged and downright disrespect towards you.” Joanne placed the paper on the arm of the sofa and placed her right hand on Bryony’s left hand, which she noticed was shaking.

The caring Head Mistress had returned as she realised that the young teacher was on the brink of tears.

“Why won’t you punish the girls, Bryony?” Joanne asked quietly.

Bryony Parkinson composed herself and then moved her head and stared straight at Joanne.

“I just can’t do it, Head Mistress and don’t really want to do it, Miss.” Bryony said quietly.

Joanne held her smile and held Bryony’s hand. “Oh, Bryony.” She wanted to hug the girl, but resisted.

“Do you think that we like punishing the girls?” Joanne smiled warmly.

Bryony smiled back awkwardly, fighting the urge to burst into tears. She also knew that this wasn’t true. Many female teachers delighted in administering severe doses of corporal punishment to the girls. Leanne for one.

“No Miss, but I just don’t feel comfortable doing it.” Bryony replied after a while.

Joanne Hudson thought for a moment and took her hand from Bryony’s. She liked the girl. She was a friend of her mother. Bryony was good at her job and she didn’t want to lose her. She needed to be made to see that using corporal punishment was a part of the job that she just had to do.

“Well, you must be made to see that punishment sometimes is necessary.” Joanne got up from her sofa and walked over to her desk, where she began writing on a piece of paper.

“Bryony, I want you to stay at this school, so this is what we’ll do.” Joanne was interrupted as Bryony Parkinson unintentionally interrupted her.

“So I’m not being sacked?” The girl shot round and stared at Joanne.

This took Ms Hudson by surprise and she started to laugh. She kept laughing for what seemed like an age before regathering her composure.

“God, No.” She walked back to where Bryony was sitting with the piece of paper in her right hand.

“Firstly, my netball girls would never forgive me if I let you go. You have created a massive impression on the senior team, especially with Natalie, the Head Girl.” Joanne sat down once more.

“Secondly, lots of new members of staff struggle when they are asked to use corporal punishment to discipline the girls.” Joanne’s hand returned to Bryony’s. She was still shaking.

“And finally, all it will take is for you to see that it is not the worst thing in the world to administer a punishment.” Joanne laughed softly.

“Once you have seen how it’s done, then administered your first one, you will feel more comfortable, and more importantly, the girls in your form class will see that you aren’t to be messed with.” Joanne pushed the piece of paper into Bryony’s left hand and got to her feet.

“Are you busy on Friday night?” Joanne looked down at the young PE Mistress, who looked down at what was written on the paper.

It was Joanne’s home address.

Bryony, without thinking, replied that she was not doing anything.

“That’s wonderful.” Joanne clapped her hands together.

“Then you shall come for dinner at my house on Friday night and we’ll work our way through this problem Bryony.”

Joanne saw the girl’s shocked reaction, but there was no stopping her now. “We’ll have dinner and a chat and then we’ll turn you into the ideal PE Mistress.”

The Head Mistress walked over to the heavy wooden door and stood looking at the young girl.

“Oh, and I’ll chat with Miss Hanson about her arrangement with you.” Bryony got to her feet and continued to look shocked.

“I can’t allow her to keep punishing girls when you really should be doing it yourself, Miss Parkinson.” Joanne opened the door gently and Bryony got to her feet and walked across to the door.

“Yes Miss Hudson.” She shot an uneasy smile.

“Thank you, Head Mistress.” Bryony paused as she stood in the open doorway.

“I’ll see you Friday.” Joanne smiled again.

“And don’t worry Bryony, Miss Campbell and I will help you work through these problems.”

With that, Bryony left the office and walked slowly back to the PE block where she had a class later that afternoon. Once sitting at her desk, Bryony read exactly what was written on the paper that the Head Mistress had handed to her.

“Bryony, so glad you can come and meet me at home this Friday evening. We shall have dinner and chat and I shall begin to address the issues that you have about administering corporal punishment to the girls.

I’ll be expecting you at approximately 7:00pm on Friday.

13 Rockville, Durham City. DH 1 4NQ

Love,

Joanne x”

Bryony knew exactly where Joanne lived and had visited there with her mother on a few occasions in the past few years.

“Fuck!” Bryony kept telling herself and this continued throughout Friday. For once, she dreaded the sound of the bell that would signal the end of the school day and the start of the weekend. Her day had passed quickly and she had hardly noticed what had gone in her lessons. Her form class had been as rotten as usual, but for once, Bryony was in no rush to leave work that evening.

Eventually, she said her goodbyes to the other PE Mistresses and drove home. She had lied to her mother about staying with a friend overnight and slowly packed her bag, checking and then double-checking that she had everything she needed.

Bryony took a long shower and spent an age making sure that her long hair was perfect, before tying it up with a hair band. She looked in her wardrobe and decided on what to wear. She decided that she better look respectable and settled upon a satin, long sleeved white blouse and a silky black skirt that covered her knees. Not her usual attire, but Bryony thought it was best to be smartly dressed for her dinner with the Head Mistress. At 6:30pm, she made one last check that she had everything and picked up her overnight bag. Bryony placed her mobile phone in her purse and locked the door behind her. She unlocked her car and placed the small bag on the passenger seat beside her. She checked her make-up and re-applied her lipstick in the rear view mirror before driving as slowly as she dared the short distance to Joanne’s house.

The young PE Mistress arrived early. It was a habit that she had never been able to shake. She found herself sitting outside the Head Mistress’s house fifteen minutes early. She sat for a moment, admiring the large five bedroom detached house and also the top of the range Mercedes that Joanne had parked on her driveway. Bryony made one last check of her appearance before getting out of the car. She closed the driver’s door quietly and walked round to the passenger side where she pulled out her overnight bag, closing the door gently and enabling the central locking. She made her way the short distance to the front door as slowly as she could and gently pressed the door bell, which chimed far too loud for her liking.

It took a while before she saw the inside door open and she could make out the shape of Joanne Hudson through the frosted glass. The front door opened and the Head Mistress stood there, an apron covering her blouse and skirt and she had a glass of red wine in her left hand.

“Hi there,” Joanne smiled and pushed the front door wide open.

“Come on in, Bryony.” With that, Joanne turned and headed back towards the kitchen.

Bryony followed slowly and closed the porch door gently, followed by the front door. She was struck by how expensive everything was and it took an age for her to make her way into the impressive kitchen where Joanne was making a dressing for the steak she had lying out on the kitchen worktop.

“Wine, Bryony?” Joanne smiled as she began filling a glass with a good quality red.

Bryony Parkinson was still taking in her impressive surroundings, but felt the glass land in her right hand.

“Put your bag down over there.” Joanne smiled and Bryony complied immediately, without comment.

“I thought that we could eat first and then we’ll discuss how we can help you with your problems, young lady.” Joanne took a gulp from her wine glass and turned her attention back to preparing the food.

Bryony Parkinson was terrified. However, her nerves meant that she quickly emptied that first glass of wine and soon found Joanne refilling it. She took the second glass a lot slower but soon started to relax. Soon the ladies sat down at the table and chatted over dinner. Bryony admitted that the steak was amazing and the chocolate pudding for dessert was to die for. After another glass of wine, Bryony helped clear the table and load up the dishwasher. Joanne busied herself making coffee and invited the younger girl to sit next to her on the large and expensive sofa, in the living room. The young girl had started to forget why she was there but this was soon to be cleared from her mind.

“So, Bryony I think we better think about showing you how to deal with naughty girls.” Joanne sipped her coffee and smiled.

The young PE teacher gulped her coffee down, a habit that she had developed, and waited, not saying a word.

Joanne ran her right hand down the length of her satin blouse and then unbuttoned the top two buttons which enabled Bryony to see the silky bra that was underneath.

“Well, Bryony, what I am going to do is give you a dose of corporal punishment so that you know what it feels like.” She continued to massage her breasts through her blouse.

“Nothing too severe, but just enough to show you that it is sometimes necessary and that it will teach the naughty girl a lesson so she won’t want a repeat performance.” Joanne stood up and smiled.

“If you wish to keep the position at St Catherine’s you will need to take a punishment and then begin to administer it against any girl who misbehaves in your classes.” Joanne stared at Bryony who didn’t move.

“Yes Miss.” She replied.

“Very well, Miss Parkinson.” Joanne paused for a moment about how to proceed before continuing.

“You will go to the bedroom at the top of the stairs and wait there. You may unpack your things if you wish.” Joanne checked her watch.

“You will then report to my study next door at 9:15pm.” Joanne smiled.

“Knock on the door first and wait. Do you understand Bryony Parkinson?” Joanne looked angry.

Bryony simply replied “Yes Miss,” and got to her feet.

“Very well.” Joanne walked over to the door and held it open. “Go to your room girl and report to my study at 9:15pm.”

Bryony left the room and picked up her bag that was lying in the hall way. She slowly made her way up the stairs and opened the bedroom door in front of her. She flicked on the light and marvelled at the impressive bedroom. She walked into the en-suite bathroom and then went and lay down on the double bed. The young girl checked her watch – she had thirty minutes to think about her impending punishment. Bryony must have dozed off because the next time she checked the time it was 9:12pm and she shot up with a start.

Bryony Parkinson walked quickly into the bathroom and fixed her hair and her appearance. She was as neat and tidy as she ever could be, she thought to herself. She quickly made her way onto the top of the stairs, closing the bedroom door behind her, and then softly walked down the stairs, stopping outside the study which was on the right hand side of the hallway. The door was closed, but she knew that Joanne Hudson was waiting for her inside. Bryony knocked and waited.

A few moments passed, and Bryony Parkinson wondered whether she should knock again – only harder this time. All of a sudden she heard Joanne’s reply, and she knew from the tone of her voice that it was the Head Mistress, not that family friend, who would be dealing with her.

“Come in, Miss Parkinson!” Joanne replied sternly.

Bryony twisted the door knob and pushed the door, slowly peering around the door. She saw the desk and caught sight of Joanne standing behind it, arms folded, looking cross. She hurried inside and closed the door gently behind her.

“Right, Bryony Parkinson, let’s see if we can teach you how to punish naughty girls.” Joanne moved round from behind the desk to face the taller girl and began to size her up.

“Nice that you have dressed like a schoolgirl, because I’m going to punish you like a naughty schoolgirl.” Joanne talked quietly, and kept talking about punishing naughty girls as she walked back to her desk, where she picked up a senior school tie. And held it out to Bryony.

“Seen as you are naughty and have not behaved like I expected, you will be dressed and treated as a naughty schoolgirl.” She smiled at Bryony, who instinctively held her right hand out and took the tie.

“Put that on, and then stand over there in the corner. Face the wall with your hands on your head!” Joanne moved back to her desk and began arranging implements on her desk.

The young PE Mistress buttoned her satin blouse up fully and tied the tie. She really did look like a schoolgirl what with her black skirt on too. Joanne stared at her as she moved over into the corner and turned around, with her nose to the wall. She placed her hands on her head and waited. Meanwhile, Joanne deliberately moved her implements around, making as much noise as possible. She was deciding which ones to use across the muscular bottom which would soon be lying helplessly across her lap.

Joanne Hudson had been administering discipline to naughty girls for nearly eighteen years and knew exactly how to get inside the head of a naughty girl. She kept Bryony standing there, facing the wall with hands on head, for twenty minutes. She said nothing in that time and focused instead on making as much noise with her implements as possible. Deliberately swishing her collection of canes, one after the other, through the air. To her credit, Bryony remained still and once Joanne was satisfied, she decided to begin the young teacher’s education. She moved the chair that had been behind her desk into the centre of the large room and stood beside it.

“Right, Bryony, turn around and face me!” She said sharply.

The girl did as instructed immediately and looked shocked as she saw Joanne standing there, the chair in the centre of the room and more frighteningly, the selection of implements laid out on the desk behind her.

“Now, Bryony, just like a naughty girl you are going to be punished and you will do exactly as I tell you, is that clear young lady?”

Bryony Parkinson was scared of what was coming but also was sexually excited, although she would never admit that.

“Yes Miss Hudson,” was all she could say obediently.

“I want you to strip,” Joanne licked her lips and then pointed to the chair across from where Bryony stood.

“Place your clothes neatly on the chair and then come and stand next to me.” Joanne smiled and then sat down on the chair in the centre of the room.

She ironed the creases from her silky skirt and brushed her hair back. She did not take her eyes from Bryony, who began to slowly remove her clothes. Joanne watched the young PE Mistress remove her black skirt, which she folded and placed on the chair, then came the tie, her blouse, her bra, knickers, shoes and stockings. Soon, Bryony Parkinson was standing to the right side of the Head Mistress, completely naked. Nervously, she placed her hands over her private parts and looked up. She was too embarrassed to look at Joanne who had unbuttoned her white silk blouse and had rolled up her sleeves.

“Over you go, young lady!” And Joanne’s right hand pushed the young teacher over her lap.

Bryony placed her hands on the floor and shuffled around until she was comfortable over Joanne’s comfortable lap.

The Head Mistress adjusted her position too, until she had Bryony exactly where she wanted. She placed her left hand across Bryony’s back and began massaging the large bottom that was lying there obediently across her knee.

“Now, I going to start with a hand spanking and you will see how we begin to deal with misbehaviour at my school.” Joanne continued to rub Bryony’s buttocks, running her right hand across her bum cheeks in large circles.

Bryony felt herself becoming more and more turned on and let out a loud, satisfied moan.

“Yes, Miss Hudson,” Bryony answered softly.

A few moments later, the gentle rubbing of Joanne’s hand stopped and it came crashing, unexpectedly, down on Bryony’s right buttock.

Surprisingly, Bryony did not react, or scream, or try to move. She just lay there. Joanne took things steadily. She started slowly and relatively gently, spanking each large buttock in turn. She continued this until she began to slap Bryony’s thighs and then really decided to go to town on her PE Mistress. The spanking became frantic and Joanne found herself trying to spank as hard as she could. Spank after spank landed on Bryony’s bottom which quickly turned a deep shade of red.

After twenty or so minutes, Joanne stopped and paused. She returned her left hand to Bryony’s back, gently stroking the girl. Her right hand caressed the burning bottom for a few moments before she decided that it was time to continue the girl’s education.

“Get up, Bryony.” Joanne commanded quietly, but firmly.

The young PE Mistress obeyed, struggling to her feet. She rubbed her hot bottom as she faced Joanne, who looked totally unfazed by the whole process.

“Go over to my desk and fetch the wooden clothes brush and the slipper, young lady.” Joanne gave a little smile as she watched the PE Mistress walk over to the desk and return a short time later with the implements.

She handed them over, and Joanne placed them on the floor next to where she was sitting. She paused and studied the tall girl who had just taken a prolonged hand spanking.

“Now young lady. How was the hand spanking?” Joanne stared at Bryony’s large breasts and her gaze then wandered down to her clean shaven private parts.

“Hard. Head Mistress.” Bryony smiled awkwardly before continuing, “But not as bad as I had expected.”

Joanne smiled and bent down to pick up the slipper beside her left foot.

“Good. Well, that’s how you start punishing any naughty girls. Do you understand, Miss Parkinson?”

Bryony smiled. “Yes Ms Hudson.”

Joanne tapped the large, size 10 slipper in her left palm. “Okay, then let’s continue, shall we?”

She gestured for Bryony to bend over her knee once again and Bryony was soon lying face down, looking at the expensive carpet on the floor.

“Now, if a girl has displayed continued bad behaviour, or a hand spanking hasn’t softened her attitude, then we must employ a selection of implements across her bare bottom.” Joanne tapped the slipper softly against Bryony’s right buttock.

“I always like to use the slipper first to see if it can make her sorry for what she has done.” With that, Joanne slipped her left hand under Bryony’s stomach and gripped her tightly, pulling her into her silky blouse and skirt.

The tapping of the slipper stopped and within seconds it crashed into Bryony Parkinson’s large bottom. Smack after smack after smack after smack landed. Joanne expertly covered the whole bottom with a frantic spanking that Bryony struggled to take. Ms Hudson also made sure that she hit the girl’s thighs and most painfully, the creases in between her legs and thighs. The slippering lasted ten minutes before Joanne stopped and placed the slipper on the floor, picking the clothes brush up in its place.

“How was that, Bryony?” Joanne asked softly.

It took a little while for the young lady to answer. She was struggling with the pain that Miss Hudson had ignited in her bottom. She was sniffling and had tears in her eyes even though she had not begun to cry yet. She also didn’t know what to say.

“Painful, Miss Hudson.” Was all Bryony could come up with in the end.

Joanne laughed quietly. “It’s supposed to be painful Bryony.” She rubbed the heavy, wooden backed clothes brush around on the bottom in front of her.

“Now, if a young lady, shows no remorse, or continues her bad attitude, then you should bring out something heavier and more effective.” The Head Mistress deliberately held the clothes brush out in front of Bryony so that she could see it.

“Mrs Bryant favours an American-style paddle, but I’ve always found this to be much more effective.” She returned to rubbing it around on Bryony’s bottom.

Bryony Parkinson had just begun to relax, when Joanne took the brush back behind her head and brought it down with a loud “smack!” right in the centre of the large bottom in front of her.

Joanne continued beating the bottom in front of her for another fifteen minutes, and she could tell the Bryony Parkinson had started crying. She continued regardless of her sobs, or the wriggling, which was dealt with by just gripping her around the waist even tighter.

Joanne continued to beat the glowing hot bottom in front of her for fifteen minutes, beating each buttock equally and also slipping smacks onto her thighs. When she was satisfied, Joanne stopped and sat back in the high wooden-backed chair. Bryony was sobbing and breathing heavily. Joanne returned to rubbing her bottom and waited for the girl’s breathing to return to normal. This took a good fifteen minutes and Joanne remained silent, concentrating on soothing the beautiful bottom lying there across her lap.

“So, Bryony how was that?” She waited as the girl turned her head to look up.

“Do you see how a little clothes brush can change a girl’s behaviour?” Joanne smiled.

Bryony struggled to return the smile. Her bottom and thighs were seriously hurting her. “Yes, Head Mistress.” Was all she could say.

“I expect you to lay it on at least half of your form class before the end of the school year, do you understand me girl?” Joanne snapped.

“Yes Head Mistress.” The young teacher winced with pain.

After a few moments, Joanne ordered Bryony to stand up and she watched the younger girl struggle to her feet. Joanne stood up and ironed the creases from her skirt. She picked up the implements that were on the floor and returned them to her desk. She then picked up the chair and carried it back across the room and placed it behind her desk. Bryony Parkinson spent this time in silence, rubbing her battered bottom. Joanne breathed in deeply and picked up the senior dragon cane from her desk, holding it in the air so Bryony could see it. She smiled and walked across to the younger girl.

“Nearly there, Bryony.” Joanne reassured the girl as she cleared a space on her large desk.

“Now, if the girl continues to misbehave, the only option is to give her a severe caning – six strokes for a first offence, twelve for a second and twenty four for a third.” Joanne smiled and walked back over to Bryony, who continued to massage her sore bottom.

“Of course, those younger girls are to be caned with the junior cane, but seen as you are an older girl, the senior dragon cane has to be used.” Joanne nodded.

“Do you understand me, Miss?” She said as she touched Bryony’s large breasts with the cane.

Bryony Parkinson gasped, but simply replied “Yes Ms Hudson.”

She was soon back in position over Ms Hudson’s desk this time and wondered how many strokes she would have to endure.

“I think, as it’s your first offence, that six strokes would be sufficient.” Joanne rolled up the sleeves of her blouse and began to take aim on Bryony Parkinson’s large bottom.

“Thank you, Miss.” Bryony replied and awaited that first painful stroke.

Joanne tapped the girl’s bottom until she was happy where that first stroke would land.

“I expect you to thrash the girls who misbehave for you Bryony and want you to show them no mercy. Is that understood?”

Bryony almost cried as she really did not want to punish her girls but was just saying “Yes Miss,” as that first stroke landed, hard, across the centre of her bottom.

Bryony had never felt pain like it and shot to her feet, her hands desperately reaching for her bottom, which she rubbed frantically, trying to extinguish the fire that Ms Hudson had ignited.

“Back over the desk girl!” Joanne Hudson snapped and her PE teacher obliged immediately.

“And what do you say, girl?” The Head Mistress was in role now.

Bryony thought for a second, but then remembered witnessing Leanne Hanson slippering four of her year nine class in her office.

“One, thank you Miss!” She said, possibly too loud.

Joanne tapped her bottom again. “Good girl.”

The second stroke followed soon after. It was harder than the first and landed just above where Joanne’s first stroke had landed. Miss Parkinson took it better than the first and managed to hold her position across the desk.

“Two, thank you Miss.”

The third stroke arrived shortly afterwards, lower down this time. It made Bryony wince as it landed just above her thighs which were still sore from the dose of the clothes brush. She paused before replying,

“Three, thank you Miss.”

Joanne Hudson gave the girl a few moments to regather her composure before bringing down stroke four across the centre of her large bottom.

“Four, thank you Miss.”

Stroke five was delivered in the same area, but most of it hit her left buttock.

“Five, thank you, Miss.”

Joanne then paused and bent over, touching the battered bottom in front of her gently. Bryony moaned with pleasure and was aware that she was wet. She’d need to try and relieve herself in the bedroom once she was allowed to go.

“Now then, young lady. The last stroke is always given at full force.” Joanne continued to rub her hands over the exposed bottom lying at her mercy in front of her.

“You must always drive that home to the girls and show absolutely no sympathy to them, is that understood?”

Bryony looked around and saw Joanne resuming her position behind her. “Yes Miss.” She inhaled heavily, just as that sixth, and final stroke, ignited an inferno high up on her bottom.

She winced and clenched her teeth through the pain but managed to respond,

“Six, thank you Miss.” Bryony Parkinson then spread herself wide on the desk and exhaled deeply.

Joanne Hudson left the study and walked into the downstairs toilet, returning within minutes with some aloe vera gel, baby wipes and plasters. She spent an age cleaning up the PE Mistress’s bottom, first cleaning it with wipes, and then soothing it with the cold gel. Finally, she put a plaster on the cut that had appeared on Bryony’s left thigh.

“You’ll not be wearing shorts at work for a while, Bryony.” Joanne laughed and the younger girl couldn’t help but join in.

Once she was satisfied that Miss Parkinson had been cleaned up and was fine after her punishment, Joanne placed the rubbish in the bin, cleaned her implements and the ladies returned to the living room. They chatted for a time until Joanne realised that it was nearly 11:30.

“Right, like a naughty little girl, I think I should send you to bed without any supper.” Joanne laughed and looked over at Bryony, who was very relaxed.

“Yes Miss, I should be sent to bed.” She smiled.

With that, Bryony Parkinson climbed the stairs and went straight to bed, where she had the most amazing night’s sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she immediately felt her bottom. It was throbbing and warm but she felt good. Joanne had been awake since early that morning and decided to let Bryony stay in bed. The Head Mistress was already in the kitchen by the time Bryony had showered and sorted herself out and made her way downstairs. They had breakfast and then chatted about the punishment. Joanne had announced that on Monday morning that before school, Kim Campbell would deliver a selection of implements to her classroom and she would be expected to put them to immediate use. Bryony Parkinson agreed and realised that she needed to make an impression on the girls, just as Joanne had made an impression on her that previous night.

The ladies sat on the sofa and kissed. Joanne unbuttoned her cotton blouse and took off her bra. She invited Bryony to kiss and suck her nipples and the young girl obliged, not stopping until the older lady pushed her away. Ms Hudson then pushed Bryony onto the sofa and laid her down. She raised the girl’s silky skirt and made her pull her panties down. Joanne then proceeded to pleasure Bryony with her tongue and explored every inch of her private parts. Bryony Parkinson moaned with pleasure and soon came loudly. After a few hours of fun, the ladies hugged before Bryony left for home that Saturday morning and she knew that everything had changed.

As good as her word, on Monday morning, Miss Campbell walked into Bryony’s form room twenty minutes before the girls were due to arrive for registration. She was carrying a Slazenger hockey bag which she unzipped and emptied onto the desk where Bryony sat. She then proceeded to talk the young PE Mistress through each of the implements. Bryony smiled and was determined to get an immediate start that morning. Her girls would not know what had hit them

Miss Bryony Parkinson punished four members of her form class that morning. The shock that spread across the faces of the girls in her tutor group immediately told Bryony that they knew that things had changed. Four hand spankings and slipperings given at full force for various minor indiscretions. There had been real tears and sincere apologies given through snivelling noses and tear stained eyes.

Registration in future was done in absolute silence. The girls always answered everything Bryony asked with “Yes Miss.” They entered the classroom without a word and stood behind their chairs until Bryony Parkinson invited them to sit down. They left the room in an orderly and calm manner, or were called back and received a spanking to remind them, if they didn’t. Five months later, all but six girls in her form class had had at least one trip across their form mistress’s lap. It was not a pleasant experience and Bryony deliberately spanked those naughty bare bottoms as hard as she physically could reducing each girl to tears.

This new regime for Bryony Parkinson’s saw them collect the best form prize at the end of year assembly and Bryony Parkinson beamed with pride as she watched Lauren Edgar collect the prize from the Head Mistress. Joanne had also noticed the drastic improvement in Bryony’s form’s behaviour and was quick to remind the young teacher about how proud she was of the young PE Mistress each time they met at her home. The older lady enjoyed exploring her younger colleague and they both made the most of those weekends together where they hardly got out of bed. They were far too busy competing with one another as to who could give the other person the most orgasms.

Within two years of being at St Catherine’s Girls’ School, Bryony Parkinson was one teacher that the girls respected. They loved her lessons and always gave her their full effort each time. She had developed a fearsome reputation for administering corporal punishment, especially with the size 10 slipper that had been a present from Miss Hudson. Any member of staff who emailed her about a member of her form class misbehaving knew that the girl in question would be dealt with swiftly and severely. As a matter of fact, those emails about the behaviour of her form class became extremely rare indeed. And Leanne Hanson had to look on with jealousy as Bryony now slippered those girls who had forgotten their kit with even more enthusiasm than she had for the task.