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Zoe Vanssen sat on the leather sofa outside the Head Mistress’ office and fidgeted with her hands. She knew that she was really going to get it for what she had done in town that previous Saturday morning. The girl with the long dark hair shuffled around uneasily on the sofa as she waited to be called into Miss Marks’ office to explain her behaviour. Conduct that was unbecoming an Alannah Lawrence girl and also conduct that would probably earn her an exclusion from the prestigious school. The Year Thirteen student bit her lip as her thoughts raced inside her head. Exclusion would make her life even worse than it was right now. The probable alternative to that – a caning from Amelia Marks, the young, dark-haired Head Mistress, was equally unappealing.

As she waited to be called into the Head’s office, Zoe watched the teachers and students walking through the large reception area. No one said a word to the girl, who was sitting on the comfortable leather sofa opposite the Head Mistress’ office. They would all know why she was there. There was only ever one explanation at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College why a girl would be sat on the sofa outside Miss Marks’ office. To be punished, and to be punished severely. The seventeen-year-old tried to think about other things but was shaken from her daydream by the Head Mistress’ secretary, Amber Fox, who had returned to the reception desk and was standing looking down at the dark-haired girl sitting on the sofa.

“Hello there, Sweetie. Who are you waiting for?” she asked cheerily.

It took Zoe Vanssen a few moments to realise that the red-haired woman was talking to her. She looked up and smiled awkwardly.

“Miss Marks.” Zoe put her head down and looked at the floor.

Amber laughed.

“I’m sure that it won’t be as bad as you think., she smiled before walking back behind the reception desk and returning to her work.

The quiet seventeen-year-old sat there for a further ten minutes before the door to the Head Mistress’ office was opened and Laura Petersen, the cheerful Head of Year Seven, stepped out into the reception area and looked across at Zoe.

“Zoe. Come into the office and take a seat, young lady,” the young teacher smiled sweetly.

Zoe Vanssen looked up at the brown-haired woman for a few moments before she picked her school bag from the floor and got to her feet. As she turned towards the Head Mistress’ office she could see Amelia Marks already sitting behind her large desk watching her. The Sixth Former stepped inside the large office and sat down on the comfortable padded visitor’s chair across from Miss Marks, who continued to stare at the girl through her brown eyes. Behind Zoe, Laura Petersen closed the office door quietly and took a seat at Amelia’s large table to the right-hand side of her office.

The three women sat in silence for a few moments. Amelia flicked through a bundle of papers on her desk before returning her full attention to the slim Year Thirteen girl sitting opposite her.

“Young lady. You know why you have been brought before me this morning and before we figure out how we deal with this awkward situation, I would like to hear your side of the story.” Amelia Marks spoke softly, not taking her eyes from Zoe, who sat there nervously.

“So, let me hear your explanation – in your own time.” She smiled sweetly, placed her elbows on her desk and rested her chin in her hands.

Zoe Vanssen smiled uneasily at the Head Mistress. She then turned her head to the right and looked across for reassurance from Laura Petersen, who was watching her. Zoe began to hesitate, and the young Maths teacher intervened.

“Just tell Miss everything, Zoe. It will be okay, I promise,” Miss Petersen smiled sweetly at the dark-haired schoolgirl.

The seventeen-year-old returned her full attention to the Head Mistress, who continued to smile at her from across her desk. She took a few deep breaths, brushed her long, dark hair with her right hand behind her head and then began her explanation.

“I have been having a tough time of things since I came back to school in September Miss as things at home have been pretty rough for a while with my mum and dad.” The girl lowered her head and looked at her shiny black shoes as she spoke.

“Zoe’s parents divorced in the summer, Miss,” Laura interrupted.

Amelia looked over at the tall Maths teacher and smiled at her. It was a signal to be quiet. Laura Petersen nodded and smiled back.

“Please continue, young lady.” Amelia Marks focused on Zoe once more.

Zoe Vanssen looked up once again and tried to focus on Amelia, but she found herself trying to avoid the dark-haired woman’s gaze.

“When I came back to school in September I just found it all being too stressful for me, Miss.” She smiled nervously.

Amelia Marks smiled sweetly, her chin still resting in her hands.

“Too stressful? In what way, Zoe?” Miss Marks spoke softly.

“Well, it’s my A-Level year, Miss, and my teachers have been just going on and on about our exams in the summer and I just couldn’t get it all out of my head.” She played with her long dark hair.

The Head Mistress nodded.

“Who teaches you, young lady?” Amelia Marks already knew this but wanted to try and get the girl to relax a little.

Zoe nodded at her.

“Miss Hickman’s my History Mistress, Ms. Lindsay teaches me English and Miss Petersen is my Maths teacher, Miss.” Zoe looked over at Laura, before turning back to face Amelia.

“Okay. And did you tell anyone that you were feeling this way – Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Markwell – anyone?” The dark-haired Head Mistress adjusted her small, round glasses.

“Who’s your House Mistress, young lady?” Amelia continued.

“Mrs. Coulson, Miss.” Zoe Vanssen felt her nerves growing.

Miss Marks looked across at Laura Petersen before focusing on Zoe once more.

“And you told no one – not even Mrs. Coulson that you were struggling with things?” Amelia stared across her desk at the girl.

Zoe shook her head.

“No, Miss,” she answered quietly. “Except Talia, Miss,” she added as she remembered her roommate.

Amelia Marks smiled sweetly.

“Talia van der Berg – Olivia’s Prefect?” the dark-haired woman asked.

Zoe nodded.

“Okay. Please continue, Zoe.” The young Head Mistress smiled.

The Sixth Former took a deep breath and, over the next ten minutes or so, told the young Head Mistress everything.

“I just couldn’t cope, Miss, and the first time I took something, I actually, honestly, forgot to pay for it when I left the shop. I didn’t realise that I had the thing until I got back to my room and found it in my jacket pocket.” She felt the tears forming in her eyes.

“After that, I did it to take my mind off my work here, Miss. I am so sorry.” The seventeen-year-old began to play with her small hands.

“How many times, Zoe?” Amelia asked coldly.

Zoe Vanssen thought to herself for a few moments before looking up at Amelia.

“Six times, Miss – including the time I got caught on Saturday, Miss Marks.”

The young Head Mistress pushed her leather chair back and got to her feet, walking around to the front of her desk where she sat on the edge of her large desk, inches away from the tearful girl.

“Yes. Caught on CCTV by Mrs. Morrison in her clothing shop. You had taken some costume jewellery. Am I correct?” Miss Marks looked over at Miss Petersen and then placed her right hand on Zoe’s right knee.

She smiled as the girl looked up, tears beginning to run down her cheeks.

“Yes, Miss.” Zoe wiped the tears away with her left hand.

Amelia reached back across her desk and picked up a box of tissues. She held them out to Zoe and smiled sweetly as the girl took a couple. The Head Mistress returned the box to the desk and then decided that she would deal with Zoe Vanssen.

“Young lady, what you have done is so serious that, by all rights, I should call your mum and explain that you are being permanently excluded from Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College.” She returned her small right hand to the girl’s right knee and squeezed hard.

“What you have done is so serious – and I can’t believe that you have done it repeatedly.” The young Head Mistress paused before she continued.

”But, Zoe. I don’t think that would be the best course of action for anyone right now, so I am proposing the following punishment for you.” She nodded and released her grip on the girl’s knee-cap.

Zoe looked at Laura Petersen, who was looking across at the Head Mistress.

“Do you still have the items that you stole?” Amelia adjusted the sleeves on her white jumper and watched the girl who was wiping her eyes and her nose.

“Yes, Miss Marks,” she replied quietly.

“Right. Once I dismiss you, I want you to go to your room with Miss here and bring those items back to my office. You will be in detention for a full week – starting tonight and including a Friday and Saturday detention too.” Miss Marks watched the girl’s reaction.

She was taking this very well.

“You will be grounded for a month – no leaving the school site at weekends and you will remain in your room after study time each evening for a fortnight.” Amelia got to her feet and looked down at Zoe.

She wasn’t quite finished yet.

“Plus.” She smiled as Zoe Vanssen looked up in shock.

Surely that was more than enough? the girl thought.

“Plus, you will receive a caning from me to make you realise how seriously we take behaviour like that.”

Amelia smiled at Laura Petersen.

“As far as I’m aware, you’ve never been in any serious trouble during your six-and-a-half years at Alannah Lawrence – just a few detentions for work issues and one slippering in PE, but you will still be given twelve strokes with the senior school dragon cane,” she continued.

Zoe Vanssen nodded, but she had started to cry and sob once more.

“Please, Miss. Not the cane!” She raised her voice.

“Please, Miss. I’ll be good. Please!” she pleaded.

Amelia smiled.

“Young lady, what you have done is absolutely dreadful. I’ve had girls who have shop-lifted before, but it tended to be a one-off. You have done it at least six times and I just can’t have that from one of my students. You will be caned – or excluded. The choice is yours, Zoe.” Amelia walked over to her vase where she kept her canes.

The girl began crying uncontrollably. She knew from the stories of the other girls how much a caning hurt, and she did not want to experience one for herself. She continued crying, not knowing how she could get herself out of the situation she found herself in. It was Laura Petersen, the tall, slim, Maths teacher who came to her assistance.

“Excuse me, Head Mistress. Surely a good girl like Zoe, who is having a tough time of things at the moment, could be dealt with in a different way?” she spoke confidently.

Amelia looked at the taller, younger woman and smiled. She had her favourite cane in her hand, ready to administer Zoe’s punishment but found herself nodding at Laura.

“Different way, Miss Petersen? What do you suggest?” Amelia continued to run the senior school cane through her hands.

Laura Petersen looked across at Zoe Vanssen and got to her feet before returning her full attention to the short, dark-haired Head Mistress.

“Well, because Zoe is generally a good girl and has had a tough time lately – which undoubtedly made her do what she did – I think that although she should be punished, that a caning, and especially twelve strokes, is too much.” Laura looked at Amelia nervously.

“Go on,” Miss Marks said quietly. Laura Petersen had the older woman’s full attention.

“Well, I think returning the stolen items, a week of detention and being grounded will mean that she won’t ever do such things ever again.” Miss Petersen looked down at the girl, who was sobbing and sniffing in Amelia Marks’ visitors’ chair.

“If she needs to have a dose of corporal punishment applied to her bottom then I think that a more fitting, and a more memorable, punishment would be one from someone she really knows.” Laura ran her hand through her short brown hair.

The Head Mistress shook her head.

“From you, Miss?” Amelia was surprised but was also intrigued to see how hard the young teacher could spank.

The Maths teacher laughed.

“No, Miss. Not me. I get enough of a work-out having to deal with my year group,” Laura laughed.

Amelia Marks smiled back at her.

“No. I was thinking about Olivia.” The tall woman smiled sweetly at Amelia.

The dark-haired Head Mistress stopped and thought to herself for a few moments. She looked down at Zoe and then back to Laura.

“Mm. That’s interesting. So, Zoe would be spanked and punished by Olivia and then we can draw a line under this unfortunate mess.” She thought to herself for a few moments.

Amelia Marks nodded and replaced her cane in her vase. She walked back across her office until she was standing, looking down at Zoe Vanssen.

“Okay. So, you will take your punishment from the Head Girl – witnessed by Miss Petersen and then we will close this matter. However, if you step out of line in your remaining months at this school then I warn you now, young lady, that I will cane you and then I will exclude you.” Miss Marks’ phone rang, but she ignored it.

“Go with Miss Petersen and fetch those items down to reception.” The Head Mistress smiled as Zoe wiped her eyes.

“Miss. Can you find the Head Girl and perhaps deal with this, sometime this morning or over lunchtime please?” Amelia smiled.

“Yes, Miss Marks,” Laura replied as she watched Amelia Marks pick up the telephone receiver in her right hand.

Once Zoe and Miss Petersen had left Amelia’s office, the Maths teacher escorted the dark-haired girl to her bedroom where she had spent a few minutes searching for the items that she had stolen over the past few weeks.

“Is that all of them, Sweetie?” Laura Petersen had asked with both a hint of shock and surprise in her voice as the girl piled her stash on her bed.

Zoe Vanssen nodded as she placed the collection of jewellery and make-up in both hands. The ladies returned to the main reception where the girl deposited them on Amber Fox’s desk. The red-haired receptionist smiled and shook her head.

“After Zoe has seen the Head Girl today, Miss Marks asked me to tell her that she needs to report to her office at the end of the school day. Is that clear, Zoe?” Amber asked in her kindly tone of voice.

The tall, talk-haired Sixth Former simply nodded and was led back to class by Laura Petersen.

“Get yourself into Ms. Lindsay’s lesson and I’ll come and find you in the common room either at break time or lunchtime. Whenever I find Olivia. Do you know what lessons she has today?” Miss Petersen smiled.

Zoe simply shook her head.

“No matter. I’ll look it up and go and find her,” the tall Maths teacher replied as she watched the girl walk into the classroom and close the door quietly behind her.

Miss Petersen headed back to her office and had soon found that Olivia Harman, the Head Girl was free after break time. She also knew that Olivia usually spent her break and lunchtimes in her study with some of her Prefects. Laura busied herself answering emails and messages – shaking her head as she made a note of those girls in her year group who she would have to go and collect from their last lesson of the day and punish due to various acts of bad behaviour.

"Same bloody names!” she swore to herself.

A few minutes after the alarm had sounded to signal the beginning of morning break, Miss Petersen left her office and headed across the lower schoolyard, arriving in the Sixth Form block a few minutes later. The young Maths teacher smiled at some of the girls that she taught before she reached the door to Olivia Harman’s study. She knocked on the door and pushed the door handle with her small right hand. Once the door was open, she walked inside and smiled at the girls who were there. She closed the door quietly behind her.

“Hi, Miss. What can we do for you?” the short, blonde-haired girl asked happily.

Laura smiled at her. Talia van der Berg. Zoe’s roommate and one of Olivia Harman’s team of twelve Prefects.

“I’ve come to ask Olivia a favour. Is she about?” The young teacher scanned the room but couldn’t see the extremely tall, dark-haired Head Girl.

Talia smiled, got to her feet and walked over to the small kitchen on the far side of the large room.

“She’s got Law with Ms. Brooks. It’s in the Lower School so it takes an age to walk all the way back here. Do you want a coffee, Miss?” The blonde-haired girl held up the jar and smiled.

“Plus Miss never lets you out on time!” Talia added.

Laura laughed as she recognised the other Prefects who were there. Emily Tennant, the sporty and academic all-rounder, Emmi Newsome, the netball first XI captain, Lucy Salisbury, the academic captain of the College’s national championship-winning debating team, Rachel Maddison the Mathematician who Laura taught and Alicia Kominsky, the England under-19 hockey player.

“Go on then. I’ve got some time before I have to go and teach year eleven.” Laura pulled a face.

The girls laughed.

“Not as good as our year group then, Miss?” Emily asked.

“I think they are still learning to count and do their times tables using the “how many smacks with the slipper” method!” the Maths teacher laughed.

Within a few minutes, Talia had handed the teacher a cup of coffee and Laura took a few moments to look around the large room with its various posters on the walls, desks lining the edges of the room and the large cupboard, that was to the right of the entrance to the small kitchen, with its sink, fridge, kettle, toaster and microwave. The girls chatted amongst themselves until the door opened and the tall girl with the long brown hair walked in. She closed the door behind her before throwing her bag onto one of the empty desks. She immediately noticed Laura standing there in her long-sleeved black and white striped blouse and black trousers. She smiled at her.

“Hello, Miss Petersen. What can we do for you? Hope my sister hasn’t been in trouble again.” Olivia walked over to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge.

Laura Petersen laughed and sipped her coffee.

“Oh no. Holly hasn’t misbehaved since she fell foul of Mrs. Edwards last year.” Laura smiled. “No. I’ve come on behalf of Miss Marks and wanted to ask you a favour,” she added.

The Head Girl walked across the room and sat down on the sofa, placing her bottle of water on the table in front of her.

“Oh, okay What can I do for her?” Olivia brushed her ponytail back behind her head with her right hand.

“Well, Zoe Vanssen got caught shop-lifting in town at the weekend as I’m sure you know.” Miss Petersen paused.

Olivia Harman nodded.

“We all know, Miss. Poor Zoe. She’s had a real rough time of it this year with everything that’s going on in her life.” Olivia looked up at Laura.

“Yes. Well, Miss Marks was going to consider excluding Zoe for her repeated shop-lifting, but we managed to persuade her to impose other sanctions instead – detentions, grounding – that kind of thing.” The Maths teacher looked at Talia and then back to the Head Girl.

“Anyway, Miss Marks was going to give Zoe twelve strokes with the senior school cane, but we managed to persuade her not to do that,” Miss Petersen added.

“Wow – how did you manage that, Miss? I mean, Mrs. Edwards or she generally cane first and then ask questions afterwards,” Emmi Newsome chipped in.

Laura smiled.

“Well, Zoe will still be punished, but we managed to persuade the Head Mistress that her punishment, seen as it is probably going to be a one-off, plus the fact that Zoe has lots of things going on in her life that obviously contributed to what she did, should be administered by you, Olivia.”

The Head Girl sat up on the sofa and stared at the young Maths teacher. She thought to herself for a few moments about how she should react. She looked across at Emily, before replying.

“Why me, Miss?” I mean Zoe is my friend and also, Talia’s roommate. I don’t see it as being particularly fair for us to do it to her.” Olivia looked across at Talia van der Berg.

“Plus, if we don’t do it hard – and we wouldn’t want to do it too hard to Zoe – then Olivia will end up getting the cane from the Head Mistress,” the blonde-haired Prefect added.

Miss Petersen placed her hands on her hips and looked at the girls. The eyes of the seven girls were on her.

“Well, I know that you’ll punish reasonably, but still severely enough, for the Head Mistress’ liking, whereas she really will lay those twelve strokes on Zoe.” Laura smiled.

“That’s the choice really, ladies. You do the punishment or Zoe gets her caning, from cold, from Miss Marks.” Laura began to fidget with the sleeves of her blouse.

The mention of the word “cold” made Olivia bite her lip. She made an immediate decision. She did not want her dark-haired friend to suffer.

“Okay, Miss. I’m free at lunchtime and I’ll deal with Zoe as long as Talia can be there too. If we do this, we’ll do it sensibly.” The extremely tall girl shook her head.

The young Maths teacher nodded.

“Thank you. I’m sure that Zoe will appreciate that – I know that I do. Thank you, girls.” Laura walked across to the door, aware that it was nearly the end of break.

“Zoe is in my History lesson with Miss Hickman, so I’ll bring her down here at lunchtime and administer a punishment, Miss.” Olivia opened her bottle of water and took a mouthful.

“Thanks, Olivia. I need to witness it and then record it in the Punishment Book, so I’ll get down here as quickly as I can. Thank you, ladies.” The dark-haired teacher opened the door and walked out into the corridor just as the alarm went to signal the end of break time.

Zoe Vanssen accompanied the Head Girl back to her study at the end of their History lesson and stood watching her friend as the seventeen-year-old brought her collection of implements out of the cupboard.

“Sit down, Zoe, and don’t worry – Talia and I will take care of you.” She smiled as she walked into the little kitchen and returned with a tube of cream and some plasters.

The girl with the long brown hair sat next to Zoe on the sofa and held her left hand in her right, squeezing it gently as they waited for Miss Petersen to arrive. Zoe Vanssen couldn’t help but stare at the coffee table across from where she was sat. Laid out on top of it were Olivia’s ebony-backed clothes brush, plimsoll, holed wooden paddle and, most worryingly for the young lady, her red-handled senior school dragon cane. Zoe bit her tongue gently as she remembered the video that Talia had shown her on her phone of the two girls using that same cane to punish three members of the lower school.

Within moments, the girls had been joined by Talia, who sat on the arm of the sofa next to Zoe and began gently stroking her roommate’s long, black hair. Soon after, the door opened once more and in walked Miss Petersen. She smiled as she closed the door behind her and walked across to where the girls were sitting on the sofa.

“Right, Zoe. Do you understand what is going to happen to you and do you accept that punishment?” the Maths teacher asked quietly.

Zoe Vanssen looked up at the young teacher and nodded at her.

“Okay. Right, Olivia and Talia, I shall leave it up to you and I’ll just witness what you do and then record it Miss Marks’ Punishment Book. Is that okay?” She walked across the room and sat on one of the chairs that were under the desks that lined the walls.

“Yes, Miss,” Olivia Harman smiled at the young teacher and then turned her attention to Zoe.

“Right, Sweetie. Stand up and take your blazer, shoes, skirt and knickers off for me.” She got to her feet and removed her own grey Alannah Lawrence blazer and placed this over the arm of the sofa.

Talia got to her feet and took her blazer off, draping it over the back of one of the chairs. Zoe slowly bent down and removed her black school shoes, which she placed to the side of the sofa. She then got to her feet and removed her blazer. Talia van der Berg reached across and took her friend’s blazer in her right hand before placing it on top of her own jacket. Next, Zoe Vanssen reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, which she allowed to fall to the floor before stepping out of it. She bent down, picked it up and folded it.

Again, Talia took it and placed it on one of the tables. Finally, the seventeen-year-old girl slipped her hands down the sides of her knickers and slowly pushed them down until eventually she stepped out of them and folded them before handing them over to her blonde-haired friend. Talia van der Berg smiled at Zoe and placed the girl’s navy blue school knickers on top of her clothes on the desk. Across from Talia and Zoe, Olivia Harman carried one of the blue padded chairs into a space between the sofa and the kitchen. She sat down, ironed the creases from her knee-length grey skirt and adjusted her short-sleeved light blue blouse before smiling at Laura Petersen, then at Zoe and Talia.

“Come here, Zoe and lie over my knee. Place your hands flat on the floor in front of you and open your legs a little. Okay, Honey?” Olivia Harman smiled as Zoe walked across the room until she stood to the Head Girl’s right-hand side.

The seventeen-year-old looked over at Laura and then Talia before awkwardly lowering herself over the Head Girl’s powerful thighs. She pushed her crotch against Olivia’s grey skirt and placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her. The next sensation she felt was Olivia Harman gently folding her light blue blouse out of the way before the girl tapped her gently on her bare bottom.

“Open your legs a little bit, Sweetie,” she instructed softly.

The Head Girl smiled as she felt Zoe shuffle about on her knees and do as she had been told.

“Good girl. Now, we’ll warm your bottom up nicely before we give you the cane, Zoe, so just lie there and try to take it with as little fuss as you can. Is that okay, Baby?” Olivia looked down upon the girl with the long dark hair.

Zoe Vanssen turned her head to her left and looked up at Oliva. She nodded before she turned her head once more and resumed staring at the carpet in front of her.

“Yes, Head Girl.” Zoe gently bit her lip.

She was careful to address Olivia as Head Girl. Although they were friends, she was never sure about her. There was no way that she wanted any extra punishment just because she had failed to address her by her correct title at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Olivia Harman smiled as she placed her left hand on Zoe Vanssen’s lower back and began rubbing the girl’s small bottom lying over her lap. After a few moments, she looked up at Talia, who smiled back at her. She then looked across at Laura Petersen who simply nodded at her.

It was time to begin.

She raised her right hand in the air, took a deep breath and concentrated upon where her hand would land. Once satisfied, she sent it hurtling towards her friend’s bare bottom. It landed a moment later with a “Slap!” that echoed around the large room.

The dark-haired Sixth Former took it well and hardly showed any reaction. Olivia Harman decided that it was time to go to work on the girl’s bottom. Not because she wanted to, but because she wanted to save Zoe, and herself, from a caning from Miss Marks.

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

The Head Girl, slowly, and relatively lightly, slapped the centre of Zoe’s bottom. Again, the Year Thirteen student showed very little reaction, trying her best just to lie there and take her punishment.

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

Olivia Harman laid out another dose with her small right hand across the dark-haired girl’s bottom, careful to visit every single inch of the young lady’s bare bottom.

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

A series of slow and hard smacks left tell-tale hand prints across Zoe’s bottom. She was beginning to move about on Olivia’s lap and her sniffing was clearly audible to the women in the room.

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

Olivia continued to smack the girl’s bottom slow and hard, trying to build up the force with which she put into each blow with her hand. Zoe Vanssen began to wriggle and squirm as the pain grew, and the Head Girl found that she had to hold the girl in place by placing her left arm around Zoe’s waist and pull her close into her blouse and skirt and hold her tightly in place. Once Zoe had settled down, the young lady pushed on with the first part of her punishment.

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

Another, slow, but prolonged visit to the lower part of the girl’s bare buttocks.

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

Next a series of hard, and no-nonsense, slaps kissed Zoe’s thighs and backs of legs.

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

Finally, Olivia held Zoe tightly while she spent a few minutes slapping the backs of the sobbing girl’s legs and the creases in between her bottom and thighs.

Once satisfied, Olivia Harman released the grip she had on Zoe with her left arm and placed her left hand flat on the Sixth Former’s lower back. She examined the hot and red bottom lying over her knee. She had started to turn her friend’s pale bottom a mixture of shades of red – dark reds around her thighs and pinks over the fleshy centre of her bottom. It was hot to the touch and she could hear that Zoe Vanssen was sniffing and sobbing as she lay face down, looking at the floor before her.

“There, there, Zoe,” Olivia soothed, rubbing her right hand gently over the girl’s bottom.

Across from Olivia Harman, Laura watched on with interest. She felt sorry for Zoe Vanssen. This was no easier punishment than she would have received from the Head Mistress had she just accepted the caning. Olivia spanked hard and that had only been with her hand. After a few moments, Olivia Harman looked across at Talia, who was standing, arms folded across her chest.

“Talia, can you pass me my clothes brush, Lovely?” She smiled as the blonde-haired girl walked over, picked the brush from the table and took a few more steps across to where Olivia was seated and held the brush out for her.

The Head Girl took it in her small right hand and smiled at her friend.

“Thanks, gorgeous,” Olivia smiled as Talia walked across to Laura and stood next to where she was sitting.

“Now, I’m going to give you twenty-four smacks with my clothes brush and all you have to do is lie there and take them, Zoe. Okay?” She playfully brushed the girl’s long hair with the small, oval-shaped ebony-backed brush.

After a few moments sobbing and sniffing, Zoe managed to answer.

“Yes, Head Girl.”

Olivia smiled and continued to brush Zoe’s dark hair with the brush until she decided that her friend had settled herself. She turned the ebony-backed brush over and laid the oval-headed wooden brush against Zoe Vanssen’s already red, sore and bruised bottom. The seventeen-year-old Head Girl took a few deep breaths before looking across at Talia and Laura. After a few moments, she turned her attention back to Zoe and raised her clothes brush in her right hand.

“Just take them, Sweetie. They’ll hurt, but just try to take them and we’ll get this done as quickly as we can,” she spoke softly.

A moment later she began to spank Zoe Vanssen’s bare bottom with her nasty little brush.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

The Head Girl slowly and deliberately brought her brush down across the fleshy centre of the girl’s bottom. Zoe struggled and squirmed, but Olivia had seen this many times before and simply slipped her left arm around her friend’s waist and pulled her tightly into her lap until the girl could not move. Zoe had started to cry and shout loudly as the pain was ignited across her already sore bottom.

“Ssshhh, Lovely. Come on you can take these, Zoe,” Olivia Harman soothed and tried to reassure her.

Under normal circumstances, the tall, dark-haired Sixth Former wouldn’t have cared. If someone had been sent to her to be punished then they undoubtedly had done something to deserve it. Zoe, on the other hand, was her friend and they had known one another since their first few days at Alannah Lawrence. Also, Olivia Harman knew about everything that was going on in the seventeen-year-old’s life outside school and knew that she had undoubtedly done what she had done due to the stresses of her situation at home. Olivia slowly, and as reasonably as she could, wrapped out the remaining swipes with her brush.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Once she had completed this part of Zoe’s punishment, the Head Girl removed her arm from around the girl’s waist and placed the brush and both hands on her friend’s back. The girl was crying uncontrollably, and Olivia Harman left her to calm herself for a few minutes. The Head Girl looked across at Talia, who was standing watching what was going on and then at Laura Petersen, who hadn’t taken her eyes from the action for a moment. Once Zoe had had time to settle herself, Olivia decided to get through the remainder of the girl’s punishment as quickly, and as reasonably, as she could. She lifted the brush and both hands from Zoe’s back.

“Up you get, Zoe. You can rub your bum if you want to,” Olivia Harman smiled.

She usually would never allow someone she had punished to rub their sore bottom during a punishment, but she would make an exception for her friend.

The girl with the long dark hair struggled to her feet and once she was standing facing Olivia, who was sitting on the chair, she placed both hands on her bottom and began rubbing it frantically in an attempt to cool the heat emanating from it. Olivia Harman looked at Talia and smiled at the short, blonde-haired girl.

“Okay Talia. Can you go and sit on the sofa for me and we’ll put Zoe over the arm of it for the next parts of her punishment. Can you hold her in place while I do it?” she spoke quietly.

“Sure,” the Prefect replied and walked over to the large sofa where she sat in the middle, ironing the creases from her grey school skirt, which had risen up, revealing her legs.

“Zoe. Go over to Talia and bend over the arm of the sofa so that you’re lying on her lap.” Olivia smiled as Zoe Vanssen slowly and nervously, did as she had been instructed.

The Head Girl got up from her chair and adjusted her skirt and blouse before replacing her clothes brush on the coffee table. She took the large, white plimsoll in her right hand and began tapping it gently against the palm of her right hand. Olivia Harman walked around until she was standing behind Zoe and to the girl’s left-hand side. Talia looked up at her from the sofa as she held Zoe’s shoulders, securing her in place over her knee, the girl’s bottom raised in the air over the arm of the sofa, awaiting the punishment to resume.

“Right, Sweetie. Twelve whacks with the plimsoll – just like you got from Miss Halliday. Just take them for me – we’re nearly there, Lovely.” She smiled across at Laura, as she tapped the rubber-soled shoe against the girl’s red and bruised bottom.

Over the next five minutes or so, the Head Girl calmly and expertly laid out those dozen smacks with the large plimsoll, careful to catch Zoe’s buttocks equally. She concentrated upon landing the heavy shoe against the fleshy centre of her friend’s bottom, avoiding her delicate thighs. Had it been anyone else, Olivia would have laid the full twelve smacks with the plimsoll against the unfortunate girl’s lower buttocks and tops of her legs to inflict the most pain.

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

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

Zoe Vanssen screamed and cried during her whacking with the plimsoll, but was held securely in place by Talia, who held her down over her knees. She brushed the girl’s long dark hair with her hand once this part of Zoe’s punishment had been administered and tried to soothe her by ssshhing her gently. The Head Girl leaned in close and inspected her friend’s sore bottom. It was a mixture of shades, light and dark reds and the backs of her legs were starting to bruise. Olivia Harman walked over to the table and laid her plimsoll down before picking up her holed wooden paddle that had been a gift from Miss Hickman on her appointment as Head Girl.

The tall seventeen-year-old smiled at Laura Petersen as she re-took her position at Zoe Vanssen’s left-hand side and looked down on Talia, who was still trying her best to soothe her roommate.

“Now, Lovely. Just twelve swats with my paddle and just lie there and take them.” She nodded at Talia van der Berg, who tightened the grip she had on Zoe.

“It hurts, Miss!” Zoe Vanssen shouted through the sniffs and sobs.

Olivia Harman had already laid the eighteen-inch wooden paddle with the eight holes along its length, across her friend’s bottom She tapped it gently against the Year Thirteen girl’s bruised bottom.

“I know it does, Honey. But we’re nearly done. Just try and take them, Zoe, and then that’s it.” She drew the paddle back in her right hand.

Olivia looked across at Laura, who smiled at her. She then turned her attention back to Zoe Vanssen and spent the next five minutes rapping out those twelve, painful swats, pausing in between each one to allow the girl to calm herself the best she could.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

The seventeen-year-old Sixth Former cried into her arms as the pain burned in her bottom. Olivia Harman was on the school’s tennis and badminton teams and really could get an effective swing with her paddle. Once again, when she had administered that final swat with her paddle, the Head Girl leaned in close and ran her right hand gently over Zoe Vanssen’s red and bruised bottom. She felt sorry for her friend – she would have probably got a lighter punishment from the Head Mistress had she accepted the twelve strokes from her that morning. Olivia stood up and ran her right hand through her long brown hair, shaking her head until her ponytail fell into position behind her head. She walked over to the table and placed her paddle down, reaching down and picking up the red-handled senior dragon cane.

The Head Girl smiled as she looked across at Miss Petersen who had hardly taken her eyes off what was going on the whole time. Olivia knew that Laura spanked, slippered and caned those girls in her year group who were foolish enough to get sent to her office as hard as any of the other senior teachers at Alannah Lawrence and would be able to tell if she was going easy on her friend. She swished the cane through the air several times to get a feel for it before taking up her position at Zoe’s left-hand side.

She kicked off her black school shoes and placed her left foot in front of her right, bending her knee slightly. Olivia placed her hand on her left hip and laid the cane across her friend’s bruised bottom. She deliberately aimed for the fleshiest part of Zoe’s small bottom and looked over to Laura.

“Now, just twelve strokes, my Lovely. I’m going to give you six very quickly and just lie there and take them. Then Talia is going to give you those last six and then we’re done, and we’ll take care of you, I promise you, Sweetie.” She smiled as she concentrated on that first stroke.

Zoe Vanssen buried her head deep in her arms and continued to cry and sniff. Talia van der Berg ensured that she had a firm grip of her friend and then smiled at Olivia, who already had the cane in the air.

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

The Head Girl nodded as she noticed the six, neat red tram lines that appeared across the girl’s bottom. They were amazingly straight, and each bum cheek had three, deep red lines from the cane. Olivia held her cane in her right hand and walked away from where Zoe was crying and howling into her arms.

“Okay, Sweetie. Get up and then Talia will give you the last part of your punishment and then we’ll both take care of you.” The tall, dark-haired Head Girl smiled at Laura Petersen, who was still sitting on the chair across from the sofa, watching.

“Miss. Can you come and sit on the sofa and hold Zoe for us, please?” she asked quietly.

Laura Petersen took a few moments to react but eventually she nodded, got to her feet and walked across the room until she was standing next to Olivia.

After a few minutes, Laura was seated on the sofa, with a sniffing and snivelling Zoe Vanssen draped across her lap. She brushed the girl’s hair gently with her left hand and tried to soothe the girl. Out of Zoe’s view, Olivia Harman had handed her cane to Talia, who took up a similar stance to Olivia at Zoe Vanssen’s left-hand side. She began tapping the cane gently against her roommate’s bare bottom, careful to target her strokes against the centre of her friend’s bruised bottom.

“So who taught you how to cane, Talia?” Olivia Harman asked politely.

Talia continued tapping the cane against Zoe’s bottom until she was completely satisfied where it would land. She brought it down with a loud “Thwack!” a few moments later.

Zoe screamed with pain, but Laura held her tightly.

“Ms. Lindsay,” Talia replied coolly as she took aim once more.

“Thwack!” The cane bit into Zoe’s right bum cheek.

“She caned me often enough in lower school, so I guessed that she would be the best person to show me how to punish someone.” She smiled as she landed the second stroke.

Despite Zoe’s cries and screams, Talia administered those final four strokes quickly, leaving an equally-impressive set of red lines across her bottom. Like Olivia, she left three deep red marks across each of her friend’s buttocks. Zoe Vanssen was breathing heavily and continued to sniff and sob whilst being soothed by Miss Petersen, who gently brushed the girl’s long dark hair from her face and tried her best to wipe the tears from her cheeks with her hand.

Olivia and Talia walked over to the table and collected their implements. The Head Girl spent a few minutes wiping the cane, paddle and clothes brush with an antiseptic wipe before returning her tools to the cupboard and placing the used wipe in the bin. She then stood next to Talia, both girls looking down at their friend who was still sniffing and crying whilst draped over Laura Petersen’s comfortable knees.

“All over with, Sweetie. If you want to get up and then Miss can go and grab her lunch and we’ll take care of you.” She smiled at Laura, who moved her arms and sat back on the sofa to allow the girl to get to her feet.

“I’ve got about five minutes until my next lesson so that’s not going to happen – I’ll see you young ladies last lesson though.” She helped Zoe get to her feet.

Zoe Vanssen stood looking at the young Maths teacher, who smiled at her as she got to her feet, ironing the creases from her black trousers before she adjusted the sleeves on her black and white striped blouse. The Sixth Former continued to wipe her eyes and nose with her hands before placing them on her red hot bottom. She winced as she pushed her fingers too hard against the red lines that the cane had imprinted across both buttocks.

“Thanks for that, Olivia. I think it was a better way to deal with things than have Zoe being caned by Miss Marks.” Laura turned to leave, but she paused as she placed her hand on the door handle.

“Remember, Sweetie. Straight to Miss Marks’ office after my lesson as she wants to see you.”

With that, Laura Petersen opened the door and stepped outside into the corridor before slowly, and quietly, closing the door behind her.

Once the young Maths teacher had left the room, Olivia Harman smiled at Zoe and gave her a hug. She held her for a few minutes before letting the girl go and walking to her table where she picked up the tube of cream and some wipes. Talia hugged her friend and tried her best to brush the girl’s hair.

“Lie over the arm of the sofa and I’ll sort that lovely bum of yours out,” the Head Girl smiled.

Talia van der Berg led her friend over to the large sofa and gently helped her to bend over the arm of the sofa. Within moments, Zoe Vanssen felt the cooling sensation of Olivia wiping a cool moist wipe over every inch of her sore and swollen bottom and backs of her legs. The seventeen-year-old Head Girl continued doing this until she threw the used wipes on the chair and opened her tube of cream, squirting a large handful into her right hand and taking several minutes to rub and touch every part of her friend’s battered bottom.

Once the girl had calmed herself and adjusted her hair, she replaced her knickers, skirt and blazer, before sitting on the sofa as carefully as she possibly could to replace her shoes. Olivia and Talia sorted their own appearance out before smiling at their friend.

“Come on, Lovely, let’s go to lunch,” they both said, linking arms and walking out of the Head Girl’s room.

Shortly after her Maths lesson had finished, Zoe Vanssen found herself in the school’s main reception, looking over nervously at the door to Miss Marks’ office.

“Is Miss Marks in her room? She said that I had to come and see her at the end of the day, Miss,” Zoe had informed Amber Fox, Amelia Marks’ secretary.

The young, red-haired woman had smiled at the dark-haired Sixth Form girl and immediately picked up her telephone receiver and pressed a button.

“Hello, Miss Marks. I have Zoe Vanssen from Year Thirteen to see you,” she said quietly.

Followed by, “Of course,” Amber smiled sweetly across her desk.

“Miss Marks will see you now. You may go in, Zoe.” The lady replaced the receiver of her phone and returned her attention to her computer screen.

The seventeen-year-old had slowly covered the few steps across reception until she was standing outside Amelia’s office. The brass plaque on the white door with the name “Miss A. J . Marks – Head Mistress” stood out prominently and Zoe shook her head as she knocked gently on the door with her right hand.

“Come in!” Amelia Marks answered quietly.

Once inside the Head Mistress’ office, Zoe Vanssen closed the door and faced the small, dark-haired woman, who was busy tapping away at her computer keyboard. She left the Sixth Form girl standing there for a few minutes before she stopped typing, looked up at Zoe from her desk and pushed her small glasses up to the top of her nose with the index finger on her left hand. She smiled.

“Well, Zoe Vanssen. Have we learned a valuable lesson today?” Amelia got up from her leather chair and stood, hands on her hips staring across her desk at Zoe.

“Yes, Miss,” the dark-haired girl said, lowering her head. “I’m so sorry for what I’ve done,” she muttered.

The Head Mistress nodded and smiled.

“Let’s see if the Head Girl has dealt with you sufficiently, shall we?” The Head Mistress walked over to her large table in the corner of her office.

“Come over here, young lady and take your knickers down, lift your skirt and bend over my table,” she spoke softly and folded her arms across her chest.

The seventeen-year-old Sixth Former placed her school bag down on the floor before walking across to where Amelia stood. She reached under her grey school skirt and slowly and carefully pulled her blue school knickers down to her knees. She then placed her hands to her sides and slowly lifted her grey school skirt, smiling nervously at the Head Mistress as she bent over the large table.

From the moment that Zoe revealed her bare bottom and backs of her legs, even Amelia Marks accepted that the girl had been punished sufficiently. The young Head Mistress took a few steps over to where Zoe lay and placed her warm right hand on the girl’s red and swollen bottom, touching the red tram lines gently, before running her fingers down the seventeen-year-old’s thighs. She did not speak as she touched every part of the well-punished bottom that had been presented to her.

After a few minutes, Amelia Marks stopped touching the girl’s warm bottom and walked back over to her desk. She sat down and reached for the Punishment Book, flicking through the pages until she found the page she was looking for.

“Up you get, young lady. Knickers up and skirt down and then get yourself along to detention with Miss Hickman.” Amelia scribbled on her notepad and tore off the sheet, holding it out for Zoe.

“Give that to Miss Hickman as it tells her that you have been with me until now.” She smiled as Zoe Vanssen took the note in her right hand and picked up her school bag from the floor.

“That is a very well-spanked bottom indeed, young lady. I do hope that when you’re in detention this week and sitting in your room after study, that you think about why you have a sore bottom and also, what will happen to you if you ever get brought to my office again for such behaviour. Am I making myself clear, Zoe?” Miss Marks stared over the top of her small glasses.

“Yes, Miss Marks. I’m so sorry, Miss Marks,” the dark-haired girl spat out in a panic.

“Good. Now get yourself along to detention and I don’t want to see you in front of me again.” Amelia smiled.

Zoe Vanssen left the Head Mistress’ office quickly. Amelia did not even look at her as she left the room, instead busying herself with filling in the entry in the Punishment Book. She already knew exactly what had happened to the girl in the Head Girl’s room that lunchtime thanks to an email from Laura Petersen.

Date: February 8th , 2021

Student: Zoe Vanssen

Form Class: 13 ABA

Reason for Punishment: Shop-lifting

Punishment: Twelve strokes with the clothes brush, plimsoll, wooden paddle and senior girls’ cane

Administered by Olivia Harman – Head Girl

Witnessed: Miss Petersen – Head of Year and Maths Mistress

Amelia Marks sat back in her leather chair and smiled as she thought about the extremely tall Head Girl punishing Zoe. She reached across her desk and closed the large hard-backed book and licked her lips. She wouldn’t be seeing the quiet Zoe Vanssen in her book again.

After Zoe Vanssen had completed her detention, she returned to her bedroom and changed out of her uniform, which she hung neatly on the back of the bedroom door. Talia van der Berg smiled at her as she showed the older girl the marks and bruises that covered her bottom and backs of her legs. The girls had sat together at dinner and worked together during study time, before returning to their bedroom, where Talia had made Zoe lie on her stomach on her bed before rubbing yet more cooling cream over her warm and bruised bottom. At 7.15pm Talia kissed her gently on the forehead and left the room to go and plan the Year Thirteen end of year Prom with Olivia.

Zoe had changed into her pyjamas and was just getting herself into bed when her House Mistress, Mrs. Joanne Coulson walked into her room to check up on her.

“Good girl. I was just coming to see if you were in your room. Not feeling too well tonight, are we?” the lady with the dark hair asked.

“No, Miss. I’m so sore that I’m just going to go to bed and forget that today happened,” she smiled awkwardly.

Joanne Coulson watched as Zoe Vanssen slipped under the sheets and duvet.

“Yes, well, if I were you, I’d learn from it because you know what will happen if there is a next time, young lady.” Joanne Coulson nodded and walked over to the doorway.

“Good night, young lady.” She turned the light out.

“Good night, Miss,” Zoe said almost in a whisper as the House Mistress closed her bedroom door and walked away down the corridor.

There was never was a next time for Zoe Vanssen.