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I was in my final year at secondary school and had generally been a well behaved student, having only ever been placed in detentions for minor breaches of school rules, such as forgetting my PE kit or handing homework in late. However, with just over a month to go at school, I was involved in an incident which resulted in being summoned to the Head Girl’s study to explain my actions and also to be punished for what I had done.
Our Head Girl was Sixth Former, Joanne Wilson. Joanne had the reputation as a no -nonsense, extremely strict, young lady who would really lay it on if you were unfortunate enough to get sent to her. Many pupils at the school preferred being punished by the teachers rather than having to report to Joanne after school. She made it clear that she was different and also that she was in charge. The most obvious statement of this was the fact that Joanne wore a blue, long sleeved school blouse as opposed to the white blouses that all the other girls at school had to wear.
Joanne quickly earned her reputation as a strict disciplinarian amongst her fellow students and the tales of what went on in her study quickly spread around school. She spanked hard and also would lay the implements, such as the school strap or cane across fellow students’ bottoms. Her punishments were given hard and were meant as a reminder not to visit her study ever again.
I got on with Joanne, but on that day in May 1992, I was to experience how she dealt with naughty pupils. Our History Mistress, Miss Manson was absent, and no cover teacher turned up to her class to supervise us. We were on the second floor of the school building and we soon began to mess around. Paper, large sheets of card and many other items were thrown from the window. It was great fun. That was, until Miss Rebecca Mulligan, the young Music teacher walked into the room to investigate the noise. Miss Mulligan opened the door just as I was dropping another load of pens and pencils out of the window.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca snapped at me. I was shocked and tried to avoid her gaze but she soon closed the distance between us and stared right at me.
“I asked you a question, young man.” Rebecca Mulligan placed her hands on her hips and continued to stare at me. “What are you doing, Peter?”
I was in trouble and I knew it. The class was silent as Miss Mulligan and I faced one another. “I’m sorry Miss” I said quickly, trying to search frantically for an acceptable explanation that would placate Rebecca. “We were just having a bit of fun, Miss because no one turned up to teach us.”
Miss Mulligan walked over to the window and peered out. She shook her head when she saw the items that we had been throwing out of the window and then turned around to face me. “I want you to report to the Head Girl after school today and we’ll deal with your unacceptable behaviour young man.” I was sure that I saw Rebecca Mulligan smile at the mention of the Head Girl. She knew what that meant for any student.
I tried to protest, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I was in total shock. Rebecca Mulligan made us return to our seats and she sat behind the desk at the front of the room. We sat in silence for the rest of the lesson until dismissed by a clearly angry Rebecca. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly as I contemplated what was coming my way. My classmates, Karen and Paula tried to reassure me that Joanne would probably go easy on me as it was my first offence.
I knew this would not be the case. I had passed by Joanne’s study door a few times that year as she was caning students and was shocked at the noises coming from within – the swish of her cane and then the cries of pain which followed shortly after. My friends who had experienced corporal punishment at Joanne’s hands spoke of how severe she was. I had even seen the marks left across Nicola Dugan’s bottom and all she had done was forget her homework twice in a term. I had done something much worse. Joanne would certainly make me pay for it.
At 3:15pm the bell went to signal the end of the school day, and I slowly, and reluctantly, made my way along the corridor to Joanne’s study. I stood outside for a few moments, looking at the brass name plate on the door which read “Head Girl’s room.” I knocked quietly on her door, hoping that Joanne wouldn’t hear it, but she did. Within a second, I heard Joanne’s stern voice, “Come in!” If I had thought I was going to get off lightly, her tone of voice dispelled any such thoughts. I was really in for it. I grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open. I reluctantly stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind me.
I was standing facing Joanne Wilson, the eighteen year old Head Girl. She stood about six inches smaller than me, but Joanne had such an air of confidence about her. She walked over towards me and stopped within inches of me. I was breathing heavily with nerves and could smell Joanne’s sweet perfume. She spent what seemed like an age staring at me, not saying a word. She eyed me up and down and at one point I felt her sizeable breasts brush against my chest through her blue school blouse. Joanne moved back and then shook her head.
“Well, I never thought I’d see you in here, Peter.” Joanne said as she reached for my trousers. Her hands began to unbuckle my belt, and I tried to move away and protest.
“No, please, Joanne!” I unintentionally grabbed her hands to stop her. The next thing I felt was a slap across the right hand side of my face which brought tears to my eyes.
“Don’t you dare!” Joanne shouted as she regained her composure and finished unbuckling the belt, pulling the button of my trousers undone and then yanking them down to my ankles.
“You will do exactly what you are told.” Joanne stared at me. I really was going to get it. “Oh, and by the way, you will address me as “Miss” or “Head Girl”, do you understand?” I was still struggling with the pain that continued to burn down the right hand side of my face, but managed to mutter, “Yes Head Girl.”
“Remove all of your clothes and place them on that chair over there.” Joanne indicated with her left hand to a chair in the corner behind me.
I said nothing but reluctantly began to undress. I removed my school tie, unbuttoned my shirt and took that off too. Joanne continued to stare at me. I bent down to remove my shoes and socks and pulled my trousers off, gathering the bundle of clothes up and placing them neatly on the chair. For some reason, I had become aroused and my erection poked out through my boxer shorts. I hoped that Joanne wouldn’t notice, but she had.
“I said everything off, Peter.” Joanne said quietly and she smiled, knowing the embarrassing position I now found myself in.” She moved back to within inches of me and I felt her warm hands slip into my boxer shorts. Joanne deliberately ran her hands over my throbbing hard cock and stroked my balls with her other hand. She shook her head and tutted.
“Naughty, naughty!” Joanne continued to stroke my cock and balls gently. Then her hands grabbed the elastic of my shorts and they soon hit the floor. I was then instructed to place them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I obeyed and was soon standing in front of Joanne once again.
We stood in silence for a few moments, watching one another. Joanne then ran her right hand through her long, dark hair. Her hands then started stroking my chest. “Well Peter, I think you know what’s coming your way, don’t you?”
I stared into Joanne’s blue eyes. “Yes Miss.” Her hand wandered back to my private parts. “I’m sorry Miss.”
Joanne strengthened her grip around my cock, smiling as I winced with pain. “As much as I would like to wank you off and watch you cum, I promised Miss Mulligan that you would get a beating you will never forget.” Joanne let my private parts go and moved away from me and walked over to her desk. She then began to bring out a collection of implements which she placed on her desk one after the other. She smiled as she saw my reaction to seeing the hairbrush, slipper, ruler, school strap and wooden paddle placed neatly on the desk.
“Oh Peter, don’t worry.” Joanne smiled and moved over to the cupboard beside the door. The door creaked as she opened it and reached inside. “I promised Miss Mulligan that you will get a thrashing so that’s what you’ll be getting.” She laughed quietly as she brought three canes out of the cupboard, swishing one of them through the air just to see my reaction. I was shocked and this delighted Joanne.
“I know you’re interested in how I punish people.” Joanne walked back over to her desk and gently laid her three canes next to the other implements. “You asked Nicola to show you her bottom, didn’t you?” I nodded and looked at the floor. Joanne continued to laugh. “She didn’t sit for four days apparently.” Joanne walked over to me and stood within inches of me once again. She ran her hands through my hair and kissed my forehead gently. “Don’t worry Peter you’ll not be able to sit down for a week once I’m done with you today.” Joanne continued to stroke my hair gently. “I want you to remember this forever and understand what it feels like to get sent to me.” Joanne ran her hands down the side of my face and then down my chest, returning to my cock once again.
“I also want to beat that out of you.” Joanne gave my cock another hard squeeze and smiled as I winced with discomfort.
“But we’re going to have a little bit of fun too, Peter.” Joanne moved away from me and lifted the chair that was behind her desk and moved it into the middle of the room. She sat down and ironed the creases out of her knee length black skirt with her hands. She looked up at me as there was a loud knock on her door. I panicked but Joanne just laughed. “Come in!” She said and the door opened. I tried to avoid looking around, but couldn’t resist. The door closed behind me and I was aware that there were at least three other people in the room. They would all be able to see me standing there. Naked.
I looked round and saw five ladies standing there. Student teachers, Miss Bryony Parkinson the PE Mistress, Miss Natalie Atkinson the English Mistress, Miss Rebecca Curran another trainee English Mistress and Joanne’s Prefects, Emily Saleeb and Deputy Head Girl, Lindsay Pinkham. Joanne laughed even harder as I turned back to face her. “Miss Mulligan wanted you to be totally humiliated so we reckoned what a better way than to get punished by as many of us as possible. Lindsay had already moved up to Joanne’s desk and picked up the ebony-backed hairbrush which she tapped against the palm of her hand. “I know you have heard about how hard Lindsay can be and now you’re going to find out, you lucky young man!”
At that moment, I felt my arms being grabbed, and became helpless as Natalie and Emily marched me towards Joanne, who sat back as I was positioned across her knees. She moved me around until she was comfortable with my weight over her lap and then rested her hands on my back. She began to rub my bottom, and I awaited that first smack. It felt like an age as Joanne continued to massage my bottom, not saying a word.
I looked up to see Lindsay, in her three-quarter length long sleeved white school blouse and far too short grey pleated skirt standing in front of me. She was that close I could smell her sweet perfume. Her scent was amazing and my erection grew, pushing against Joanne’s strong thighs. I looked up at Lindsay, who’s heaving breasts pushed against her blouse. The buttons struggled to contain her well-formed breasts and I wished that I could touch them. Joanne was unaware of my dirty thoughts as she raised her large right hand and brought it down from a great height, ensuring that it landed in the centre of my buttocks with a loud “crack!”
It wasn’t until the third, full force spank of Joanne’s hard right hand that I reacted. I think I was in shock at how hard and violent a hand spanking could be. I reacted to the third smack by bringing my right hand up from the floor and trying to cover my bottom with it to prevent Joanne from hitting me anymore. I also squirmed around on her lap for all I was worth, determined to escape this most humiliating punishment. Joanne, extremely experienced at dishing out corporal punishment, took my futile resistance in her stride. She pushed my right hand back to towards the floor and simply slipped her free left hand under my stomach, pulling back towards her and gripping me as tight as she possibly could. There would be no escape from this punishment.
At that moment I saw Lindsay step closer and straddle my head and shoulders. She closed her legs and her weight meant I was going nowhere. Within seconds, Joanne had resumed her assault on my bare bottom, spanking hard and fast, distributing strokes equally over my buttocks. I tried to move, but Lindsay’s weight prevented me from going anywhere. It seemed like an age had passed as Joanne continued to spank hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as I lay helpless across the Head Girl’s lap and I could feel my bottom growing hotter and hotter as Joanne Wilson took out hr frustration on my upturned buttocks in front of her.
In reality it had been just over five minutes, but it felt a lot longer, before the Head Girl stopped and resumed running her fingers across my hot and sore bottom. Lindsay opened her legs wider and stepped off me, moving back to Joanne’s desk where she picked up the ebony hairbrush once again. I suspected what was coming next. Joanne continued to massage my burning and bruised bottoms and then suddenly she stopped.
“Right Peter, get up and don’t you dare dribble on my skirt!" Joanne commanded and I struggled to get myself off her comfortable knees. Joanne stared at me as I struggled to stand and then she got to her feet. I noticed from the side that Lindsay had replaced Joanne in the chair and was preparing to continue the punishment.
“Back over Lindsay’s lap, Peter”, Joanne motioned with her left hand for me to bend over Lindsay’s sexy knees.
I duly obeyed and Lindsay Pinkam stroked my hot and sore bottom, even running her hand between my legs, feeling for my erect penis.
“Lindsay says she can hand spank harder than me Peter.” Joanne had taken up position in front of me and I looked up at her as she stroked my hair with her left hand.
“So, you’re going to be the judge of that.” Joanne took the hairbrush from Lindsay and stepped away, just as Lindsay went to work on my bottom with her small right hand. Miss Pinkam frantically spanked, equally between my left and right buttock, even slipping deliberately onto my thighs and backs of legs, delighting in every yelp and squeal I gave as a result of the punishment. Again, it felt like an age, but in reality, was about five minutes, before Lindsay reached up with her left hand to take the hairbrush from Joanne.
“Joanne said you wished to see what a proper spanking was like,” Lindsay stroked the brush across my sore bottom and began to laugh.
“Well, you’re certainly going to feel that, young man”. Lindsay took the brush from my bottom and held it high above her head, before bringing it crashing down on my right buttock. The pain was intense and I screamed with pain but this was ignored by Lindsay who frantically beat my bottom with the hard hairbrush. I tried to get away from the horrible implement but Lindsay used her strength to hold me in place, spanking hard and often, oblivious to me screams and cries for her to stop.
Lindsay continued for a good five minutes before she paused and allowed me to stand. She was going to put me in an awkward position. “So, naughty boy,” she stared up into my tear soaked eyes. “Who hits hardest – Joanne or me?” I was damned either way so muttered that I did not know. Joanne laughed and came forward and grabbed my semi-hard penis, pulling me over to her desk where she pushed me down.
“Well, you’re going to get a treat right now.” I hadn’t seen the trainee PE Mistress, Bryony Parkinson take up position behind me and as Joanne and Lindsay held me face down over Joanne’s desk, the 24 year old wrapped out 36 extremely painful smacks with the slipper across my buttocks. Added to this, Bryony ensured that she caught me in the creases between leg and thigh, which would ensure that I’d feel her contribution for days afterwards. Joanne continued to hold me as Miss Natalie Atkinson the English Mistress took the strap across my bottom. By the end of her twenty four full force strokes I was crying uncontrollably and Joanne allowed me up to wipe my eyes.
Soon after, I was bent back over to receive twenty four strokes with the wooden school paddle from Miss Rebecca Curran. This was hard going as Rebecca took a long pause between each stroke. Then, finally, Senior Prefect, Emily Saleeb used a carpet beater to rip my bottom to shreds with thirty six no nonsense, violent strokes.
Joanne and Lindsay then led me into the corner of her office, where I was instructed to stand with my hands my head, facing the wall. Obediently, I obeyed and listened carefully as the ladies talked through the punishment that they had just administered. I waited as each lady left the room and I was soon aware that it was just Joanne and I left. Once more, I felt Joanne close to me and her breasts poked me in the back through her blue cotton school blouse. I felt her breath on my back and exhaled softly as her hand massaged my red and sore bottom.
“Well, naughty boy,” Joanne stroked my bottom softly and her left hand wandered over my balls and stroked my cock. “Out of Lindsay and me, who hits hardest?” Her hands continued to stroke my private parts. I didn’t want to answer but feared the consequences if I didn’t.
“With the hand, it’s definitely you, Head Girl.” I turned round to try and face her, but Joanne pushed me back so I was facing the wall and then returned to stroking my cock and balls.
“Good answer Peter.” Joanne’s perfume was really turning me on. “However, Lindsay can’t cane students so I’m going to show you who the hardest lady in this school is.” With that she swung me around to face her and marched me back to her desk where I was pushed over and moved quickly into position.
“You’re going to get twenty four strokes with the senior dragon cane and you will count and thank me for each one, young man.” Joanne already had the nastiest cane in her collection in her right hand and was taking aim by the time I had replied “Yes Miss.”
Joanne tapped the middle of my bottom gently with her cane to judge where her first stroke would land and continued to do this for what seemed like an age. I then looked round to see her run her free hand down her blouse and skirt before returning to her original position. “Are you ready young man?” I returned to looking straight ahead and reluctantly answered “Yes Miss.”
Within seconds, that first, stinging, bottom burning stroke landed right in the middle of my bottom and I struggled to keep my position. The pain burned and burned and I forgot to thank Joanne. She snapped at me, “Don’t you need to say something, naughty boy?” All of a sudden I remembered and said quietly, “One. Thank you Head Girl.” Joanne smiled and took aim for her second stroke. “That’s better Peter.” Joanne then took the cane back behind her head and brought it down with a “crack!” across my right bum cheek.
“Two. Thank you Miss.” I replied.
The caning lasted fifteen minutes before it was “twenty four. Thank you Miss.” I could feel the warm sensation of blood running down my bottom and was wiping tears away from my eyes due to the pain and discomfort I was feeling. Joanne calmly replaced the cane on her desk beside me and began to rub my bottom to soothe me. I looked over at her and could see that she had removed her school tie and had unbuttoned her blouse, enabling me to see her white silky bra underneath.
“I get very hot after punishing people.” Joanne ran her hands up and down my back and continued to smile at me. She was breathing heavily and I watched as she got to her feet and moved towards the cupboard where I had seen her take the canes about an hour ago.
“I’m going to clean you up and then we’ll have a chat Peter.” With that, Joanne removed some wipes and plasters and walked back over to me where she cleaned off the blood and applied some plasters to my cuts. Joanne then walked over to the sofa in her room and sat down. After a moment she spoke,
“Come over here young man and sit next to me.” Joanne indicated where she wanted me to sit with her left hand and I was soon sitting next to her. Her Coco Mademoiselle perfume was strong and her hands returned to my cock and balls.
“I’m sorry I had to do that to such a nice boy like you Peter, but you gave me no choice, did you?” I began to breathe heavily as Joanne began to gently move my cock back and forwards.
“No Miss. I’m sorry Miss.” I replied as Joanne moved my cock faster and faster.
“I’m going to masturbate you and I want you to come all over, do you understand?” She then stuck her tongue down my throat and we kissed long and hard. I placed my hands around her large breasts and feeling her blouse turned me on even more. As we continued to kiss, my hands wandered down between Joanne’s legs and up her skirt. I could feel that her knickers were soaked through and as we explored one another, I came, shooting my spunk across the room. Joanne continued to kiss me for a while until she stopped and smiled at me.
“Good boy.” She regained her composure and moved away from me, buttoning her blue school blouse as she did so. “I have to go and fetch Miss Mulligan now to show her how we’ve dealt with you.” Joanne got to her feet and pointed towards the far corner of her room. “You need to be in the corner with your hands on your head, facing the wall. Do you understand, Peter?”
I nodded and was soon in the corner as instructed. Joanne closed her door gently behind her and as I waited for her to return I thought what had happened to me in detention that day. At the thought of the spankings I had received, I began to go hard and by the time the door opened and I could see Joanne with Rebecca Mulligan, it was solid and pointing to attention. This fact was not lost on the twenty six year old Rebecca who marched straight over to me and immediately began rubbing and prodding my sore buttocks.
“Good job Joanne, but I think he enjoyed it too much.” Rebecca swung me around one hundred and eighty degrees so I was facing Joanne and Miss Mulligan. Joanne looked disgusted at the erection that I had and remained silent.
“Well, I guess I can get rid of that in about a minute.” Rebecca laughed and was soon on her knees masturbating me gently. I placed my hands on her shoulders as Rebecca continued to stroke my cock and balls gently. All of a sudden, I rubbed against Rebecca’s pink, long sleeved blouse and shot my load, catching the right side of her blouse and dribbling onto her black knee-length skirt. It didn’t seem to upset her too much as she continued to wank me off until every last drop of spunk was out.
“Well, I told you that I could make him come quickly, Head Girl.” Rebecca wiped her hands and got to her feet before leaving the room. Joanne was soon facing me again. She kissed me full on the mouth and we put our arms around each other. Joanne moved my hands around to her breasts. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel that her nipples were erect. We held one another for a while before Joanne instructed me to dress, and we left her office together. It was the beginning of a beautiful, and sometimes painful, relationship.
Our Head Girl was Sixth Former, Joanne Wilson. Joanne had the reputation as a no -nonsense, extremely strict, young lady who would really lay it on if you were unfortunate enough to get sent to her. Many pupils at the school preferred being punished by the teachers rather than having to report to Joanne after school. She made it clear that she was different and also that she was in charge. The most obvious statement of this was the fact that Joanne wore a blue, long sleeved school blouse as opposed to the white blouses that all the other girls at school had to wear.
Joanne quickly earned her reputation as a strict disciplinarian amongst her fellow students and the tales of what went on in her study quickly spread around school. She spanked hard and also would lay the implements, such as the school strap or cane across fellow students’ bottoms. Her punishments were given hard and were meant as a reminder not to visit her study ever again.
I got on with Joanne, but on that day in May 1992, I was to experience how she dealt with naughty pupils. Our History Mistress, Miss Manson was absent, and no cover teacher turned up to her class to supervise us. We were on the second floor of the school building and we soon began to mess around. Paper, large sheets of card and many other items were thrown from the window. It was great fun. That was, until Miss Rebecca Mulligan, the young Music teacher walked into the room to investigate the noise. Miss Mulligan opened the door just as I was dropping another load of pens and pencils out of the window.
“What are you doing?” Rebecca snapped at me. I was shocked and tried to avoid her gaze but she soon closed the distance between us and stared right at me.
“I asked you a question, young man.” Rebecca Mulligan placed her hands on her hips and continued to stare at me. “What are you doing, Peter?”
I was in trouble and I knew it. The class was silent as Miss Mulligan and I faced one another. “I’m sorry Miss” I said quickly, trying to search frantically for an acceptable explanation that would placate Rebecca. “We were just having a bit of fun, Miss because no one turned up to teach us.”
Miss Mulligan walked over to the window and peered out. She shook her head when she saw the items that we had been throwing out of the window and then turned around to face me. “I want you to report to the Head Girl after school today and we’ll deal with your unacceptable behaviour young man.” I was sure that I saw Rebecca Mulligan smile at the mention of the Head Girl. She knew what that meant for any student.
I tried to protest, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I was in total shock. Rebecca Mulligan made us return to our seats and she sat behind the desk at the front of the room. We sat in silence for the rest of the lesson until dismissed by a clearly angry Rebecca. The rest of the afternoon passed slowly as I contemplated what was coming my way. My classmates, Karen and Paula tried to reassure me that Joanne would probably go easy on me as it was my first offence.
I knew this would not be the case. I had passed by Joanne’s study door a few times that year as she was caning students and was shocked at the noises coming from within – the swish of her cane and then the cries of pain which followed shortly after. My friends who had experienced corporal punishment at Joanne’s hands spoke of how severe she was. I had even seen the marks left across Nicola Dugan’s bottom and all she had done was forget her homework twice in a term. I had done something much worse. Joanne would certainly make me pay for it.
At 3:15pm the bell went to signal the end of the school day, and I slowly, and reluctantly, made my way along the corridor to Joanne’s study. I stood outside for a few moments, looking at the brass name plate on the door which read “Head Girl’s room.” I knocked quietly on her door, hoping that Joanne wouldn’t hear it, but she did. Within a second, I heard Joanne’s stern voice, “Come in!” If I had thought I was going to get off lightly, her tone of voice dispelled any such thoughts. I was really in for it. I grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open. I reluctantly stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind me.
I was standing facing Joanne Wilson, the eighteen year old Head Girl. She stood about six inches smaller than me, but Joanne had such an air of confidence about her. She walked over towards me and stopped within inches of me. I was breathing heavily with nerves and could smell Joanne’s sweet perfume. She spent what seemed like an age staring at me, not saying a word. She eyed me up and down and at one point I felt her sizeable breasts brush against my chest through her blue school blouse. Joanne moved back and then shook her head.
“Well, I never thought I’d see you in here, Peter.” Joanne said as she reached for my trousers. Her hands began to unbuckle my belt, and I tried to move away and protest.
“No, please, Joanne!” I unintentionally grabbed her hands to stop her. The next thing I felt was a slap across the right hand side of my face which brought tears to my eyes.
“Don’t you dare!” Joanne shouted as she regained her composure and finished unbuckling the belt, pulling the button of my trousers undone and then yanking them down to my ankles.
“You will do exactly what you are told.” Joanne stared at me. I really was going to get it. “Oh, and by the way, you will address me as “Miss” or “Head Girl”, do you understand?” I was still struggling with the pain that continued to burn down the right hand side of my face, but managed to mutter, “Yes Head Girl.”
“Remove all of your clothes and place them on that chair over there.” Joanne indicated with her left hand to a chair in the corner behind me.
I said nothing but reluctantly began to undress. I removed my school tie, unbuttoned my shirt and took that off too. Joanne continued to stare at me. I bent down to remove my shoes and socks and pulled my trousers off, gathering the bundle of clothes up and placing them neatly on the chair. For some reason, I had become aroused and my erection poked out through my boxer shorts. I hoped that Joanne wouldn’t notice, but she had.
“I said everything off, Peter.” Joanne said quietly and she smiled, knowing the embarrassing position I now found myself in.” She moved back to within inches of me and I felt her warm hands slip into my boxer shorts. Joanne deliberately ran her hands over my throbbing hard cock and stroked my balls with her other hand. She shook her head and tutted.
“Naughty, naughty!” Joanne continued to stroke my cock and balls gently. Then her hands grabbed the elastic of my shorts and they soon hit the floor. I was then instructed to place them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I obeyed and was soon standing in front of Joanne once again.
We stood in silence for a few moments, watching one another. Joanne then ran her right hand through her long, dark hair. Her hands then started stroking my chest. “Well Peter, I think you know what’s coming your way, don’t you?”
I stared into Joanne’s blue eyes. “Yes Miss.” Her hand wandered back to my private parts. “I’m sorry Miss.”
Joanne strengthened her grip around my cock, smiling as I winced with pain. “As much as I would like to wank you off and watch you cum, I promised Miss Mulligan that you would get a beating you will never forget.” Joanne let my private parts go and moved away from me and walked over to her desk. She then began to bring out a collection of implements which she placed on her desk one after the other. She smiled as she saw my reaction to seeing the hairbrush, slipper, ruler, school strap and wooden paddle placed neatly on the desk.
“Oh Peter, don’t worry.” Joanne smiled and moved over to the cupboard beside the door. The door creaked as she opened it and reached inside. “I promised Miss Mulligan that you will get a thrashing so that’s what you’ll be getting.” She laughed quietly as she brought three canes out of the cupboard, swishing one of them through the air just to see my reaction. I was shocked and this delighted Joanne.
“I know you’re interested in how I punish people.” Joanne walked back over to her desk and gently laid her three canes next to the other implements. “You asked Nicola to show you her bottom, didn’t you?” I nodded and looked at the floor. Joanne continued to laugh. “She didn’t sit for four days apparently.” Joanne walked over to me and stood within inches of me once again. She ran her hands through my hair and kissed my forehead gently. “Don’t worry Peter you’ll not be able to sit down for a week once I’m done with you today.” Joanne continued to stroke my hair gently. “I want you to remember this forever and understand what it feels like to get sent to me.” Joanne ran her hands down the side of my face and then down my chest, returning to my cock once again.
“I also want to beat that out of you.” Joanne gave my cock another hard squeeze and smiled as I winced with discomfort.
“But we’re going to have a little bit of fun too, Peter.” Joanne moved away from me and lifted the chair that was behind her desk and moved it into the middle of the room. She sat down and ironed the creases out of her knee length black skirt with her hands. She looked up at me as there was a loud knock on her door. I panicked but Joanne just laughed. “Come in!” She said and the door opened. I tried to avoid looking around, but couldn’t resist. The door closed behind me and I was aware that there were at least three other people in the room. They would all be able to see me standing there. Naked.
I looked round and saw five ladies standing there. Student teachers, Miss Bryony Parkinson the PE Mistress, Miss Natalie Atkinson the English Mistress, Miss Rebecca Curran another trainee English Mistress and Joanne’s Prefects, Emily Saleeb and Deputy Head Girl, Lindsay Pinkham. Joanne laughed even harder as I turned back to face her. “Miss Mulligan wanted you to be totally humiliated so we reckoned what a better way than to get punished by as many of us as possible. Lindsay had already moved up to Joanne’s desk and picked up the ebony-backed hairbrush which she tapped against the palm of her hand. “I know you have heard about how hard Lindsay can be and now you’re going to find out, you lucky young man!”
At that moment, I felt my arms being grabbed, and became helpless as Natalie and Emily marched me towards Joanne, who sat back as I was positioned across her knees. She moved me around until she was comfortable with my weight over her lap and then rested her hands on my back. She began to rub my bottom, and I awaited that first smack. It felt like an age as Joanne continued to massage my bottom, not saying a word.
I looked up to see Lindsay, in her three-quarter length long sleeved white school blouse and far too short grey pleated skirt standing in front of me. She was that close I could smell her sweet perfume. Her scent was amazing and my erection grew, pushing against Joanne’s strong thighs. I looked up at Lindsay, who’s heaving breasts pushed against her blouse. The buttons struggled to contain her well-formed breasts and I wished that I could touch them. Joanne was unaware of my dirty thoughts as she raised her large right hand and brought it down from a great height, ensuring that it landed in the centre of my buttocks with a loud “crack!”
It wasn’t until the third, full force spank of Joanne’s hard right hand that I reacted. I think I was in shock at how hard and violent a hand spanking could be. I reacted to the third smack by bringing my right hand up from the floor and trying to cover my bottom with it to prevent Joanne from hitting me anymore. I also squirmed around on her lap for all I was worth, determined to escape this most humiliating punishment. Joanne, extremely experienced at dishing out corporal punishment, took my futile resistance in her stride. She pushed my right hand back to towards the floor and simply slipped her free left hand under my stomach, pulling back towards her and gripping me as tight as she possibly could. There would be no escape from this punishment.
At that moment I saw Lindsay step closer and straddle my head and shoulders. She closed her legs and her weight meant I was going nowhere. Within seconds, Joanne had resumed her assault on my bare bottom, spanking hard and fast, distributing strokes equally over my buttocks. I tried to move, but Lindsay’s weight prevented me from going anywhere. It seemed like an age had passed as Joanne continued to spank hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as I lay helpless across the Head Girl’s lap and I could feel my bottom growing hotter and hotter as Joanne Wilson took out hr frustration on my upturned buttocks in front of her.
In reality it had been just over five minutes, but it felt a lot longer, before the Head Girl stopped and resumed running her fingers across my hot and sore bottom. Lindsay opened her legs wider and stepped off me, moving back to Joanne’s desk where she picked up the ebony hairbrush once again. I suspected what was coming next. Joanne continued to massage my burning and bruised bottoms and then suddenly she stopped.
“Right Peter, get up and don’t you dare dribble on my skirt!" Joanne commanded and I struggled to get myself off her comfortable knees. Joanne stared at me as I struggled to stand and then she got to her feet. I noticed from the side that Lindsay had replaced Joanne in the chair and was preparing to continue the punishment.
“Back over Lindsay’s lap, Peter”, Joanne motioned with her left hand for me to bend over Lindsay’s sexy knees.
I duly obeyed and Lindsay Pinkam stroked my hot and sore bottom, even running her hand between my legs, feeling for my erect penis.
“Lindsay says she can hand spank harder than me Peter.” Joanne had taken up position in front of me and I looked up at her as she stroked my hair with her left hand.
“So, you’re going to be the judge of that.” Joanne took the hairbrush from Lindsay and stepped away, just as Lindsay went to work on my bottom with her small right hand. Miss Pinkam frantically spanked, equally between my left and right buttock, even slipping deliberately onto my thighs and backs of legs, delighting in every yelp and squeal I gave as a result of the punishment. Again, it felt like an age, but in reality, was about five minutes, before Lindsay reached up with her left hand to take the hairbrush from Joanne.
“Joanne said you wished to see what a proper spanking was like,” Lindsay stroked the brush across my sore bottom and began to laugh.
“Well, you’re certainly going to feel that, young man”. Lindsay took the brush from my bottom and held it high above her head, before bringing it crashing down on my right buttock. The pain was intense and I screamed with pain but this was ignored by Lindsay who frantically beat my bottom with the hard hairbrush. I tried to get away from the horrible implement but Lindsay used her strength to hold me in place, spanking hard and often, oblivious to me screams and cries for her to stop.
Lindsay continued for a good five minutes before she paused and allowed me to stand. She was going to put me in an awkward position. “So, naughty boy,” she stared up into my tear soaked eyes. “Who hits hardest – Joanne or me?” I was damned either way so muttered that I did not know. Joanne laughed and came forward and grabbed my semi-hard penis, pulling me over to her desk where she pushed me down.
“Well, you’re going to get a treat right now.” I hadn’t seen the trainee PE Mistress, Bryony Parkinson take up position behind me and as Joanne and Lindsay held me face down over Joanne’s desk, the 24 year old wrapped out 36 extremely painful smacks with the slipper across my buttocks. Added to this, Bryony ensured that she caught me in the creases between leg and thigh, which would ensure that I’d feel her contribution for days afterwards. Joanne continued to hold me as Miss Natalie Atkinson the English Mistress took the strap across my bottom. By the end of her twenty four full force strokes I was crying uncontrollably and Joanne allowed me up to wipe my eyes.
Soon after, I was bent back over to receive twenty four strokes with the wooden school paddle from Miss Rebecca Curran. This was hard going as Rebecca took a long pause between each stroke. Then, finally, Senior Prefect, Emily Saleeb used a carpet beater to rip my bottom to shreds with thirty six no nonsense, violent strokes.
Joanne and Lindsay then led me into the corner of her office, where I was instructed to stand with my hands my head, facing the wall. Obediently, I obeyed and listened carefully as the ladies talked through the punishment that they had just administered. I waited as each lady left the room and I was soon aware that it was just Joanne and I left. Once more, I felt Joanne close to me and her breasts poked me in the back through her blue cotton school blouse. I felt her breath on my back and exhaled softly as her hand massaged my red and sore bottom.
“Well, naughty boy,” Joanne stroked my bottom softly and her left hand wandered over my balls and stroked my cock. “Out of Lindsay and me, who hits hardest?” Her hands continued to stroke my private parts. I didn’t want to answer but feared the consequences if I didn’t.
“With the hand, it’s definitely you, Head Girl.” I turned round to try and face her, but Joanne pushed me back so I was facing the wall and then returned to stroking my cock and balls.
“Good answer Peter.” Joanne’s perfume was really turning me on. “However, Lindsay can’t cane students so I’m going to show you who the hardest lady in this school is.” With that she swung me around to face her and marched me back to her desk where I was pushed over and moved quickly into position.
“You’re going to get twenty four strokes with the senior dragon cane and you will count and thank me for each one, young man.” Joanne already had the nastiest cane in her collection in her right hand and was taking aim by the time I had replied “Yes Miss.”
Joanne tapped the middle of my bottom gently with her cane to judge where her first stroke would land and continued to do this for what seemed like an age. I then looked round to see her run her free hand down her blouse and skirt before returning to her original position. “Are you ready young man?” I returned to looking straight ahead and reluctantly answered “Yes Miss.”
Within seconds, that first, stinging, bottom burning stroke landed right in the middle of my bottom and I struggled to keep my position. The pain burned and burned and I forgot to thank Joanne. She snapped at me, “Don’t you need to say something, naughty boy?” All of a sudden I remembered and said quietly, “One. Thank you Head Girl.” Joanne smiled and took aim for her second stroke. “That’s better Peter.” Joanne then took the cane back behind her head and brought it down with a “crack!” across my right bum cheek.
“Two. Thank you Miss.” I replied.
The caning lasted fifteen minutes before it was “twenty four. Thank you Miss.” I could feel the warm sensation of blood running down my bottom and was wiping tears away from my eyes due to the pain and discomfort I was feeling. Joanne calmly replaced the cane on her desk beside me and began to rub my bottom to soothe me. I looked over at her and could see that she had removed her school tie and had unbuttoned her blouse, enabling me to see her white silky bra underneath.
“I get very hot after punishing people.” Joanne ran her hands up and down my back and continued to smile at me. She was breathing heavily and I watched as she got to her feet and moved towards the cupboard where I had seen her take the canes about an hour ago.
“I’m going to clean you up and then we’ll have a chat Peter.” With that, Joanne removed some wipes and plasters and walked back over to me where she cleaned off the blood and applied some plasters to my cuts. Joanne then walked over to the sofa in her room and sat down. After a moment she spoke,
“Come over here young man and sit next to me.” Joanne indicated where she wanted me to sit with her left hand and I was soon sitting next to her. Her Coco Mademoiselle perfume was strong and her hands returned to my cock and balls.
“I’m sorry I had to do that to such a nice boy like you Peter, but you gave me no choice, did you?” I began to breathe heavily as Joanne began to gently move my cock back and forwards.
“No Miss. I’m sorry Miss.” I replied as Joanne moved my cock faster and faster.
“I’m going to masturbate you and I want you to come all over, do you understand?” She then stuck her tongue down my throat and we kissed long and hard. I placed my hands around her large breasts and feeling her blouse turned me on even more. As we continued to kiss, my hands wandered down between Joanne’s legs and up her skirt. I could feel that her knickers were soaked through and as we explored one another, I came, shooting my spunk across the room. Joanne continued to kiss me for a while until she stopped and smiled at me.
“Good boy.” She regained her composure and moved away from me, buttoning her blue school blouse as she did so. “I have to go and fetch Miss Mulligan now to show her how we’ve dealt with you.” Joanne got to her feet and pointed towards the far corner of her room. “You need to be in the corner with your hands on your head, facing the wall. Do you understand, Peter?”
I nodded and was soon in the corner as instructed. Joanne closed her door gently behind her and as I waited for her to return I thought what had happened to me in detention that day. At the thought of the spankings I had received, I began to go hard and by the time the door opened and I could see Joanne with Rebecca Mulligan, it was solid and pointing to attention. This fact was not lost on the twenty six year old Rebecca who marched straight over to me and immediately began rubbing and prodding my sore buttocks.
“Good job Joanne, but I think he enjoyed it too much.” Rebecca swung me around one hundred and eighty degrees so I was facing Joanne and Miss Mulligan. Joanne looked disgusted at the erection that I had and remained silent.
“Well, I guess I can get rid of that in about a minute.” Rebecca laughed and was soon on her knees masturbating me gently. I placed my hands on her shoulders as Rebecca continued to stroke my cock and balls gently. All of a sudden, I rubbed against Rebecca’s pink, long sleeved blouse and shot my load, catching the right side of her blouse and dribbling onto her black knee-length skirt. It didn’t seem to upset her too much as she continued to wank me off until every last drop of spunk was out.
“Well, I told you that I could make him come quickly, Head Girl.” Rebecca wiped her hands and got to her feet before leaving the room. Joanne was soon facing me again. She kissed me full on the mouth and we put our arms around each other. Joanne moved my hands around to her breasts. Even through her blouse and bra, I could feel that her nipples were erect. We held one another for a while before Joanne instructed me to dress, and we left her office together. It was the beginning of a beautiful, and sometimes painful, relationship.
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