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Stacey Sundstram took the large bottle of orange from Vanessa Bergman and took another mouthful of the liquid. The eighteen-year-old laughed loudly and passed the bottle to Vanessa’s twin sister, Francesca. The blonde-haired Sixth Former took a drink from the bottle and belched loudly. She smiled and watched as Stacey broke into her impression of Miss Hickman, the Deputy Head Mistress and her History Mistress.

“And I warn you right now girls” She paused and flicked her long hair dramatically before continuing.

“If you under-perform in your mock exam by more than one full grade, then I’ll have to tell Ms. Lindsay.” Stacey gestured with her hands for the twins to complete the well-used statement.

“And she’ll put you over her knee and smack your bottom with her clothes brush!” The twins shouted before all three girls burst out laughing.

The girls continued laughing and failed to hear the footsteps outside the bedroom. The lady stopped outside the door and continued listening to the laughing and shouting coming from the room.

“And if that doesn’t improve your grades, then Mrs. Portman will take you in hand!” Stacey continued.

The girls collapsed over the two beds in the bedroom and were rolling about laughing hysterically when suddenly their bedroom door opened and the tall, dark-haired woman walked in. She stood, propped up against the doorway, arms folded across her chest. Her eyes immediately caught sight of the large bottle of orange juice.

The three eighteen-year-olds immediately stopped laughing and sat up on Vanessa’s bed. Francesca struggled to put the cap back on the bottle and made the fatal mistake of smiling at the House Mistress. The older woman continued to stare at the girls in silence and waited until Francesca had finished replacing the cap on the bottle before she spoke.

“Mrs. Portman will take you in hand, will she, Stacey?” She shook her head at the Sixth Former who bowed her head in embarrassment.

“Sorry Miss. We were just having a laugh.” She muttered quietly.

“A laugh?” Rachel Portman took a step inside the room and continued to stare at Stacey Sundstram.

“With a little help, no doubt.” She turned her attention to Francesca who was holding the bottle.

“Hand me that, Francesca.” She stuck her right hand out.

Francesca Bergman looked at her sister, then at Stacey and then finally, at Mrs. Portman. She hesitantly reached over and placed the bottle into the woman’s hand.

“It’s only orange juice, Miss.” Stacey spat out.

Rachel Portman smiled at the red-haired girl.

“I’m sure it is, Miss Sundstram.” The House Mistress slowly unscrewed the cap on the bottle and smiled as she smelled the contents of the bottle.

“Smells like your orange juice has gone off, girls.” She tightened the cap on the bottle and shook her head.

“Vodka? Vanessa?” Rachel deliberately targeted the quieter girl and stared at her.

Within moments, Vanessa Bergman burst into tears.

“Sorry Miss.” She placed her head in her hands.

“Naughty girls. And you Stacey – you’re not even supposed to be in here. You should be in your own room completing homework – I’m sure you’ve got some History exams to revise for, haven’t you?” Rachel watched as the tall red-headed girl unsteadily got to her feet.

Mrs. Portman looked at the blonde-haired twins who were now sitting on Vanessa’s bed holding one another. Francesca had tears in her eyes as she held her sister, who was sobbing and sniffing loudly. The House Mistress nodded. All three of the girls were good girls and had never been in any serious trouble before. However, she had suspected that they had been drinking alcohol for a few weeks now but, until that night, had not been able to catch them in the act. Rachel Portman liked the twins a lot. They were studious, polite and what the young, dark-haired woman considered to be typical Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College students.

Mrs. Portman also had a soft spot for Stacey Sundstram. The red-haired captain of the second hockey XI had more about her than the twins and was well known as a girl who liked a laugh, but she never stepped over the line with it. It would have undoubtedly been Stacey who would have got hold of the vodka and encouraged Francesca and Vanessa to join her for an evening drink. She bent down and placed the nearly-empty bottle on the floor next to her right foot.

“You naughty, naughty girls. I’m very disappointed in all of you.” She shook her head.

The three Sixth Form girls couldn’t look the thirty-six-year-old House Mistress in the eye as she continued to scold them in her quiet and calm way.

“By rights, I should pass this over to Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Markwell, Mrs. Edwards and Miss Marks as you know the rules within Norton house.” Rachel smiled as she reeled off the names of the women above her in the school hierarchy.

Each name mentioned was an increase in severity – both in terms of role at Alannah Lawrence, but also in terms of how severely they used corporal punishment. The three young ladies had only had one experience of corporal punishment between them in their six and a half years at the school. That had been Stacey Sundstram in a cover lesson where she had fallen foul of Mrs. Halliday, the Head of PE, who had smacked her over her knickers with a ruler during a French lesson when she was in the lower school. It had hurt, but she was relieved that it was only the ruler and that she had been allowed to keep her knickers on as she had punished in front of the rest of her class.

Nancy Halliday could not find anything else more severe to use in Mademoiselle Fleury’s French classroom. Stacey had joked about it afterwards – she had been terrified that Mrs. Halliday would instruct her to report to her office in the PE block to take a whacking with Nancy’s plimsoll.

“However,” Rachel Portman paused and looked down on the twins who were still holding one another on the bed.

“I think because this is a first offence – albeit a very serious one – that I can give you girls a choice as to how we deal with this situation.” The tall House Mistress took hold of Stacey with her left hand and held her to stop her swaying.

She was really feeling the effects of having drunk far too much orange juice that evening.

The bedroom door was open, and Rachel Portman knew that the other girls would hear what was going on in the twins’ bedroom. She smiled as she heard some of the girls in the corridor outside walking back to their rooms.

“The choice will be this, young ladies.” She brushed Stacey Sundstram’s long red hair out of the girl’s face and continued to smile sweetly at the three girls.

“I can take this to Ms. Lindsay and Mrs. Markwell first thing in the morning.” She spoke softly.

The three Sixth Form girls began to sober up at the thought of their Head of Year, Ms. Lindsay, who did not hesitate to pull a girl’s knickers down and smack them on the bare bottom with her hand and then, her clothes brush. Worse still – Mrs. Markwell. A woman who truly lived up to her name. The Head of Sixth Form was well-known for leaving her mark upon the bottoms of any of the young ladies who were sent to her office. The look of shock spread across Stacey, Vanessa and Francesca’s faces.

“Or, we can sort this out between us.” Mrs. Portman brushed her long brown hair back behind her ears with her right hand.

That wasn’t much of a choice. Rachel’s punishments were humiliating and probably as hard as what they would get from the more senior Mistresses at Alannah Lawrence.

“I will deal with this tomorrow evening after dinner and study time. You will report to my room in your pyjamas and we’ll talk this over. That’s the choice ladies.” Rachel Portman stared at the twins, who had lifted their heads and were looking at her.

The three Sixth Form girls stared at one another and sat in silence for a few moments before answering almost as one.

“We’ll take your punishment, Mrs. Portman.” They had all replied quietly.

The House Mistress had nodded as she bent down and picked up the bottle from the floor, still holding onto Stacey.

“Very well, Francesca, Vanessa and Stacey. You have made your choice.” She began slowly leading Stacey Sundstram towards the bedroom door.

“You will report to my room at 7.30pm tomorrow evening and you will be dressed in your pyjamas – one, to add to your embarrassment because the other girls will see you dressed that way as you make your way to my room, and two, because you will go to bed as soon as we have talked this incident over.” She laughed.

The girls knew that she wouldn’t just talk to them about what they had done in the bedroom that evening. Any talking that Rachel Portman usually did, involved a hairbrush or a nasty little strap. They had witnessed many of their housemates dressed in their pyjamas having to walk through the large building until they came to Mrs. Portman’s room where they were made to sit on chairs outside her door before she decided to deal with whatever they had done.

“Right. An early night for you girls, tonight. Get yourselves to bed and make sure that you’re in bed when I come to check on you in a little while.” The tall woman led Stacey out into the corridor before turning back to the twins.

“If you’re not in bed with the light out when I come to look in on you, then we can have our “chat” tonight instead.” Rachel smiled as she pushed Stacey Sundstram gently along the corridor and back to her own room.

The following day passed slowly for the three girls. Stacey, Francesca and Vanessa could not take their minds off their meeting with Mrs. Portman after study that evening. Vanessa found herself becoming tearful at the least little thing that day. Her anxiety had not been helped as she had witnessed her Sociology teacher and the Head of Year seven, Laura Coulson, spanking three of her classmates with her small leather paddle across their knickers for failing to hand in their homework essays that morning. Two of the girls had cried and then been scolded severely by the tall, skinny dark-haired teacher.

The twins had sat next to Stacey at dinner, but none of the girls had eaten much. They had sat in their bedroom in almost silence as they completed their homework – Vanessa taking extra care with her Sociology work. Eventually, the clock ticked around to 7pm and this meant that the three girls had fifteen minutes before they had to report to Mrs. Portman. The twins stripped out of their clothes and smiled at one another as they slowly dressed in their pyjama t shirt and bottoms. They slipped on their slippers and sat on the end of their beds waiting for the hands on the clock to tick round to 7.15.

The blonde-haired twins got up from their beds and walked out of their room and into the corridor. Immediately they sensed that all the other girls in the house were staring at them. Knowing what was coming their way. Francesca smiled nervously as she noticed Stacey waiting for them outside her bedroom door at the end of the corridor. The twins quickly walked towards her and soon the three girls were stood outside Rachel’s room. They smiled uneasily as they noticed the hard, plastic chairs lined up against the wall.

How many times had the three of them walked past girls from Norton House who had been summoned to Mrs. Portman’s room for one reason or another? How many times had they smiled at those girls, sitting nervously in their pyjamas waiting for their punishment?

Stacey was the one who knocked quietly, and they waited in silence.

After a short time, the door was opened, and Mrs. Portman smiled at them.

“Take a seat, young ladies and I’ll be with you in a little while. I’m just emailing Ms. Lindsay and Mrs. Markwell about our meeting tonight.” She laughed.

The tall, dark-haired woman stood and watched as the three naughty Sixth Form girls carefully sat on the hard, blue plastic chairs before she stepped back inside her room and closed her door quietly.

Rachel kept the three Sixth Formers waiting for fifteen minutes before she opened the door to her room once again.

“Right, ladies. In you come – take a seat on my sofa.” She pulled the door open as wide as she could and stood to the side to allow the girls past her.

Mrs. Portman smiled as she watched the three teenagers take their places on her large, three-seat sofa. She remained standing in the doorway for a minute before closing her door quietly and walking across the large room, sitting down on the high-backed wooden chair that had been placed in the centre of the room, facing the sofa where the girls sat, nervously.

She placed her small hands on her black trousers and smiled sweetly at the three Sixth Formers. Rachel focused on Vanessa, who was beginning to become tearful once again as she realised what was going to happen to her that evening.

“So, my lovely girls. Who bought the vodka? Please be honest with me because if you are it will lead to a lesser punishment for all of you.” She got to her feet and walked over to her desk.

While Rachel had her back turned to the girls, Vanessa, Francesca and Stacey looked at one another. The tears being wiped away from Vanessa’s eyes and cheeks, made Stacey Sundstram decide to do the right thing, even if she knew that she would get it a lot worse than the twins.

A few moments later, Rachel Portman turned back to the girls. She held her ebony-backed clothes brush in her left hand and her long tan-coloured school strap in her right. She sat down on her padded chair and placed her implements on the floor, next to her right foot. She returned her hands to her knees and nodded at the three naughty members of her House.

“Well girls. Please tell me about who and how you managed to buy a bottle of vodka.” She asked calmly.

Stacey slowly raised her right hand in the air.

“Stacey?” Mrs. Portman already suspected her of being the ring-leader in the unacceptable behaviour.

“I bought the vodka, Miss.” She looked down at her white, fluffy slippers.

“Vanessa and Fran had nothing to do with it Miss.” She added and raised her head to look at the older woman.

Rachel smiled sweetly. She brushed her long dark hair behind her ears and adjusted the sleeves on her stylish, long-sleeved white satin blouse before replying.

“Thank you, Stacey. That must have taken a lot of courage to admit that you were the main party in all of this. It’s just how a good Alannah Lawrence girl should conduct herself.” The thirty-six-year-old House Mistress paused for a few moments and thought about how she would punish each of the girls.

“So, Miss Sundstram, please tell me how and where you got the vodka from. Has this been the first time – I urge you to think carefully about that last part too, young lady?” Ms. Portman picked her small, ebony-backed clothes brush from the floor and began tapping it against the palm of her right hand.

Stacey Sundstram swallowed hard. Even being totally honest with her House Mistress was going to result in some serious discomfort for her over the next few days. She took a few deep breaths and looked at the twins, before telling the tall, dark-haired lady everything.

“I bought it from one of those big convenience shops in town while I was there last Saturday afternoon, Miss.” She bit her lip nervously.

Rachel simply stared at her, nodding at her as well as tapping her nasty little brush against the palm of her right hand.

“Some of the other Year Thirteen girls had told me which shop to go into and, as long as your make-up looks good, you can get them to sell you booze. They never ask you for ID Miss.” She almost laughed.

“Go on.” Mrs. Portman shook her head.

“I just asked for vodka and they gave me the bottle, I paid, and I left. I sneaked it into the House in my washing bag and stashed it in my locker, Miss.”

Rachel Portman smiled.

“And, Miss Sundstram, is that the first and only time that you have bought anything that you know is forbidden on the school site?” The tall woman stopped tapping her clothes brush against her hand and focused on Stacey.

Stacey looked at the twins once more before brushing her red hair back behind her ears. She took a deep breath and shook her head.

“I’ve done it three times this term Miss.” She spoke quietly.

“But this is the first time that Fran and Vanessa have done it. Honest.” She added in a panic.

Rachel stood up and towered over the three girls sitting on her sofa.

“Do you buy things for the younger girls, Stacey?” The dark-haired woman folded her arms across her chest.

The Year Thirteen shook her head vigorously.

“God No Miss Portman. I know some of the other girls – not in Norton – do that and charge them extra for things like vodka or cigarettes. No, I just did it for myself. I swear.”

The House Mistress nodded and smiled at the red-haired girl.

“I believe you. Millions wouldn’t, but I do Miss Sundstram.” Rachel unbuttoned the cuffs of her white blouse and slowly and carefully, rolled up her sleeves.

“Right. It’s about time that you paid for your behaviour, isn’t it girls?” The dark-haired woman turned and sat back down on her chair facing the three girls.

Stacey shifted about uneasily on the sofa. She was going to get it far worse than the twins. How she regretted starting buying bottles of vodka.

“Francesca and Vanessa, as this is your first time in any trouble, I will put you over my lap and spank you on your bare bottoms with my hand.”

The statement made both girls scared. No one had ever punished them before. Vanessa was crying freely, and her sister Francesca could feel the tears forming in her eyes at the thought of what was about to happen to her.

“Stacey. As the ring leader in all this, even you have owned up without me having to present you with my evidence against you, in this case, even though it is your first time in trouble, you will receive a hand spanking on your bare bottom but, in addition, you will receive twelve smacks with my clothes brush and six swipes with my strap on your backside.”

Stacey Sundstram was determined to hold herself together as long as she could. She would cry eventually, she was sure of that, but she was going to try and take the punishment with as little fuss as she could.

“If you don’t accept my punishment, then I shall involve Ms. Lindsay and Mrs. Smallwood and they’ll be sure to send you along to Mrs. Edwards and Miss Marks.” Rachel smiled sweetly.

“Choice is yours girls.” She added.

The three Sixth Form girls looked at one another for a few moments. That wasn’t much of a choice. If their behaviour reached the Head Mistress then Stacey would get the cane and would probably get excluded too.

“We’ll take our punishment from you, Mrs. Portman.” The twins answered together.

Stacey simply nodded.

Rachel rubbed her hands together and looked at the clock on her wall – 7.45pm. She had so many things to sort out before going home for the evening at 10pm.

“In addition to your spanking Stacey, you are grounded for two weeks and will not leave your bedroom after study time each evening during that time.” Mrs. Portman looked at Francesca.

“I will also have to record what happens here this evening in the Head Mistress’ Punishment Book so you may want to prepare yourself for being summoned to her office in the next day or so.” Mrs Portman smiled sweetly.

“Francesca. Up you get and come and put yourself over my knee. Take your pyjamas bottoms and knickers down and then hands flat on the floor in front of you and not a word until I tell you otherwise. Do you understand, young lady?” Rachel sat back in her high-backed chair and opened her legs slightly.

Francesca Bergman nodded and stared, through increasingly teary, eyes at the House Mistress. She got to her feet and took the four short steps over to Rachel’s chair. She stood to the dark-haired woman’s right hand side and looked back at her sister and her friend.

“Bottoms and Knickers down, sweetie.” Mrs. Portman looked up at the short girl with the long blonde hair and smiled sweetly at her.

Nervously, Francesca slipped her pyjama bottoms down to her feet until they were balanced on top of her slippers. Next, she carefully pulled down her navy blue school knickers which ended up also around her ankles.

“Over!” Rachel Portman gestured with her right hand.

Francesca took a small step towards the House Mistress and reached across the woman’s knees until she felt Rachel’s trousers and her blouse touching her bare skin. The eighteen-year-old reached further across and soon had her small hands flat on the floor in front of her, just as she had been instructed.

“Open your legs a little, Francesca.” Mrs. Portman tapped the girl’s small bottom with her hand gently.

Francesca Bergman did as instructed and closed her eyes, awaiting her punishment to begin. The House Mistress looked over at Vanessa and Stacey who sat on the sofa watching what was going to happen and what was coming their way. The dark-haired House Mistress placed her left hand on the girl’s lower back and applied a little pressure to push her further down into her lap, forcing her bottom to rise slightly. The disciplinarian then placed her right hand on the Sixth Former’s bottom and began rubbing her buttocks slowly, moving her hands and fingers in circles, until she had covered every inch.

“Right. Just take your spanking like a good Alannah Lawrence girl, Francesca and then we shall say no more about this. Do you understand, young lady?” Rachel continued to rub and massage the bottom lying before her.

Francesca closed her eyes and tried to prepare herself for what was coming her way. After a few moments, she turned her head to the left and looked up at Rachel, who smiled sweetly at her.

“Yes Miss. I’m sorry Miss.” The girl replied.

The first smack with the House Mistress’ heavy hand landed across the fleshy centre of the blonde-haired girl’s bottom a few moments later.

“Slap!” Mrs. Portman’s small right hand landed solidly against the centre of Francesca Bergman’s small bottom.

The blonde-haired Sixth Former winced but tried to retain her composure. The House Mistress smiled across at Vanessa and Stacey before going to work on the quiet, blonde-haired girl’s bottom.

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

Mrs. Portman laid out half a dozen slow, but relatively gentle by her standards, smacks across the small bottom in front of her. Francesca Bergman squirmed a lot as Rachel’s hand landed across the fleshy centre of her bottom. The House Mistress placed her left arm around the eighteen-year-old’s small waist and held her tightly against her silky blouse and black trousers.

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

Another slow, and relatively light, visit from the House Mistress’ hand kissed Francesca’s rapidly reddening bottom. Miss Portman smiled as she saw the dramatic change in the colour of the girl’s bum cheeks after such a short space of time.

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

Rachel tightened her grip on the younger girl’s waist and smiled over at Vanessa and Stacey who were watching in stunned silence.

“And a final few smacks, naughty Francesca – just to drive my displeasure with you home.” Rachel spoke quietly and smiled as the girl turned her head to look up at her.

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

Those final six smacks with Rachel Portman’s right hand were given fast and hard and targeted the creases in between the snivelling girl’s buttocks and thighs. Francesca Bergman squirmed and wriggled as the pain registered in her brain, but she couldn’t go anywhere. The House Mistress simply used all her strength to hold her still over her knee and waited until she had stopped moving around. After a few minutes, Rachel tapped Francesca gently on her bottom.

“All done, my dear. Stand up and pull up your knickers and pyjamas.” The thirty-six-year-old woman sat back in her chair and watched the girl get to her feet.

Francesca Bergman rubbed her bottom with both hands before pulling up her underwear and pyjamas. Rachel looked up at her and smiled.

“Go and sit on the sofa. Vanessa, come here and place yourself over my lap.” Mrs. Portman smiled as she watched the twins change places.

Within a couple of minutes, Vanessa Bergman was bent over her House Mistress’ lap, pyjama bottoms and knickers around her ankles and her hands were placed flat on the floor before her. Mrs. Portman looked across at the girls on the sofa as she gently began to rub Vanessa’s small bottom. The young girl with the glasses had been crying almost from the moment she sat down in Rachel’s room and her sniffs and sobs became even louder as the tall, dark-haired woman administered an identical spanking to her bottom as her twin sister had received minutes previously.

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

The blonde-haired girl struggled to stay in position as Rachel went to work on her small bottom. The tears began to fall onto the carpet below.

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

Mrs. Portman continued to target Vanessa’s small bottom, deliberately avoiding the girl’s lower buttocks and tops of her thighs. Had she been a particularly naughty girl, or had Rachel really wanted to teach her lesson, she would have slapped these long and hard so that the unfortunate girl would be reminded of her punishment every time she bent down or tried to sit. Rachel Portman smiled to herself. Neither Vanessa, nor her twin sister, would ever find themselves in this position ever again she was sure. Even a few light smacks on their bare bottoms had shown them the error of their ways. The threat of an even more severe punishment or witnessing what she was going to do to Stacey in the next few moments, would be enough for the studious Bergman twins to learn their lesson.

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

The House Mistress paused and briefly rubbed Vanessa’s bottom before landing her final half a dozen light smacks on the girl’s surprisingly bright red bottom.

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

The centre of her bottom received a relatively light series of slaps and after a few minutes, Vanessa was back on the sofa, sniffing and wiping tears away from her eyes. Her twin sister cuddled her, and they sat watching as Mrs. Portman dealt with Stacey.

“Right, young lady. Your turn at last – pyjamas and knickers down and then over my lap. You know how it goes.” She smiled sweetly.

The tall, red-haired Sixth Former got up from the sofa and took those few paces over to where her House Mistress was sat on the high-backed chair in the centre of the room. Stacey Sundstram stood at Rachel’s right hand side and pushed her pink pyjama bottoms down until they were resting on top of her large fluffy slippers. Next, she slipped her hands down the sides of her navy blue school knickers and slipped those down too. Stacey slowly, and carefully, reached across Rachel Portman’s black trousers and lowered herself down, her crotch feeling the material of the House Mistress’ trousers and this made her giggle with the sensation.

Rachel ignored this and watched as Stacey Sundstram placed her hands flat on the carpeted floor before her and opened her legs slightly. Mrs. Portman placed her left hand on the girl’s lower back and started to rub the Sixth Former’s fleshy bottom with her right hand. The House Mistress looked over at the twins, who were still cuddling one another on the sofa. She smiled and raised her right hand in the air and prepared to deal with the ring leader.

“Now, young lady. Like I have told you already, you will receive a hand spanking, then my clothes brush and then I’ll finish you off with the school strap. Do you understand?” Rachel Portman looked down at the back of the girl’s head.

Stacey’s long, red hand had fallen down and covered her face, but she nodded her head and prepared herself for what was coming her way.

“Yes Mrs. Portman.” She managed to reply just as the first slap with Rachel’s small right hand landed across the centre of her bottom.

“Slap!”

Stacey Sundstram winced loudly as the pain registered in her brain but knew that this was just the beginning. She was going to get it a lot harder than the twins had. She closed her eyes and thought about her summer holiday in America to take her mind off Mrs. Portman’s hard hand that began to land at regular intervals across her bottom.

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

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

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

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

The House Mistress said nothing as she concentrated on slapping Stacey Sundstram’s bottom as hard as she physically could. The eighteen-year-old wriggled and squirmed, but Rachel held her securely over her lap with her left arm, before returning to the task in hand. The red-haired Sixth Former soon began crying and sniffing as the onslaught continued. She truly was getting it far worse than Francesca and Vanessa had a few minutes earlier.

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Portman continued to target the red-haired Sixth Former’s fleshy bottom for a few minutes, before pausing and giving the girl’s burning bottom a gentle rub.

“You are so lucky, young lady that it’s me doing this to you. I’m sure that Ms. Lindsay, Mrs. Smallwood or Miss Marks wouldn’t be so kind to you for your dreadful behaviour, Stacey Sundstram.” She said quietly as she continued to rub every inch of the girl’s fleshy bottom.

The eighteen-year-old shook her head, causing her long hair to fall over face. She sniffed and sobbed and took a moment to wipe her eyes and nose with the back of her right hand which she then returned to the floor in front of her.

“Yes, Mrs. Portman. Thank you Miss for being so nice.” Stacey gasped, half meaning what she said and half being sarcastic.

Rachel Portman smiled and took aim once again.

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

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

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

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

She laid out a series of slow, and extremely hard, slaps with her right hand across the already burning centre of Stacey’s bottom, pulling the girl tightly into her silky white blouse with her left arm.

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

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

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

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

That final, rapid-fire burst with her right hand targeted Stacey Sundstram’s lower buttocks and the tops of her thighs. It hurt like crazy and the tall girl wriggled and squirmed for all she was worth. It was no use. The House Mistress simply tightened the grip she had on the eighteen-year-old with her strong left arm and held her in position until she was satisfied that this first part of the punishment was enough.

Rachel removed her left arm from underneath Stacey’s waist and placed it flat on the girl’s back. She returned to rubbing the hot and throbbing bottom with her right hand, giving Stacey a few minutes to regather her composure and to calm herself. The tears were flowing, and Mrs. Portman nodded at the twins who were sitting open-mouthed watching their friend get spanked. They truly had gotten away lightly with their role in the bedroom drinking session.

Rachel Portman checked her watch – just after 8pm. She would get the remainder of Stacey Sundstram’s punishment administered as quickly as she possibly could as she had things to deal with before she could go home that night. She reached down with her right hand and picked up her dark-wooden clothes brush from the floor. She looked at it closely for a few moments and once again, smiled over at the twins, who were still tearful.

“Right, naughty girl. Twelve smacks with my clothes brush on your naughty bottom for your unacceptable behaviour. Take them like a good Alannah Lawrence girl, Stacey, otherwise you’ll be in front of Ms. Lindsay first thing in the morning.” Mrs. Portman began gently tapping the girl’s bare bottom with the oval-headed brush.

Stacey Sundstram moved her head to flick her long hair from her eyes and settled once more. Out of everyone’s sight, she closed her eyes and gently bit her lip and prepared herself. Over the next five minutes or so, Mrs. Portman slowly, and deliberately brought the brush down as hard as she physically could against the Sixth Former’s red and bruised bottom.

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

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

The pain was intense, but Stacey managed to take the clothes brush with little fuss. She shouted a little and sniffed and sobbed but being held down by Rachel’s strong left arm meant that she could not go anywhere or avoid the nasty swipes with the hard brush. The House Mistress threw the brush onto the carpeted floor beside her right foot and held the girl over her knee for a short while to allow her to recover and to calm herself. The eighteen-year-old’s bottom was a pretty picture of different shades of reds and pinks – some dark, some light. Her thighs also had the same colourings, and this made Mrs. Portman smile. She would feel this, and be reminded of this, every time she made any movement for a few days afterwards.

Mrs. Portman tapped Stacey gently on her bottom with her right hand.

“Up you get my Dear. Go and bend over the arm of the sofa – Francesca, hold her over your knee.” The House Mistress smiled.

Within a minute, the red-haired Sixth former was bent over the arm of Rachel’s sofa, her head buried in her friend’s covered lap. Francesca Bergman placed both of her small hands on Stacey’s shoulders and pushed down as hard as she dared. Next to her, Vanessa brushed the girl’s long red hair in an attempt to soothe her. Rachel got up from her high-backed chair and picked the long, tan-coloured school strap from the floor. She walked across to the sofa and stood to Stacey’s left-hand side. She tucked the girl’s t shirt out of the way and gently measured the strap out against the already sore bottom in front of her.

“Now young lady. Just the six with my strap to come and then we’re all done and all forgiven. Just take them and don’t cause a fuss, Stacey.” The House Mistress looked at the twins before returning her full attention to Stacey Sundstram’s bottom.

The tall House Mistress with the long brown hair, took up her position to the left-hand side of the girl’s bottom and placed her left foot slightly in front of her right, bending her left knee slightly. Mrs. Portman placed the strap over her right shoulder and nodded at Francesca, who tightened her grip around Stacey’s shoulders. The twins both stared at Rachel, who paused, took a deep breath before bringing the nasty piece of leather whistling through the air. It landed solidly against Stacey Sundstram’s bare bottom a moment later.

“Whack!”

The red-haired Sixth Former screamed, the noise muffled by Francesca Bergman’s legs in which, her face was buried. After a few moments of watching the eighteen-year-old wriggling and squirming as the pain ignited a fire across the centre of her bottom, Mrs. Portman took aim once more, returning her strap over her right shoulder. Once satisfied that the girl had calmed herself, she sent the thick piece of leather travelling towards the girl’s bottom once again.

“Whack!”

The sound echoed around the large room and Stacey howled with pain. The House Mistress ignored her and sent her next stroke on its way, announcing its arrival across the young lady’s fleshy bottom a second later.

“Whack!”

Stacey Sundstram screamed, but was held down by Francesca, who continued to watch the House Mistress as she continued to administer the remaining swipes with the heavy piece of leather.

“Whack!”

The red-haired schoolgirl wriggled and squirmed, but the weight of her friends pushing down on her shoulders meant that she couldn’t go anywhere. Eventually she stopped moving and Rachel landed her next stroke across the dead centre of the girl’s red and bruised bottom.

“Whack!”

After a few more moments to allow the eighteen-year-old Sixth Former to calm herself, the House Mistress landed that final, painful smack with her school strap. It, like the previous strokes, landed expertly, and safely, across the centre of Stacey Sundstram’s bottom.

“Whack!”

Rachel Portman smiled as she leaned over and ran her small right hand over Stacey’s bare bottom. It was a mixture of shades of light and dark red and she could see that bruises had started to form on the lower buttocks and tops of the girl’s thighs. The tall woman smiled at the twins and turned and walked over to the chair, where she bent down and picked up her clothes brush from the floor, before returning the implements to her desk. She then turned around and faced the three Sixth Form girls.

“Right. Ladies. You may let go of Stacey and she can get up and pull her knickers and pyjamas up and join you on my sofa.” She smiled sweetly.

Francesca Bergman sat back on the sofa and took her hands from her friend’s shoulders. It took Stacey a few moments to awkwardly get to her feet. The red-haired student immediately rubbed her burning bottom with both hands before slowly pulling up her navy school knickers and then her pyjama bottoms before taking her seat, in some discomfort, on the sofa. All three girls looked at their tall, no nonsense House Mistress through teary eyes.

“Now, that is the end of the matter as far as I am concerned. However, I need to warn you that you may find yourselves being summoned to Miss Marks’ office at some point tomorrow as I have to enter this in her Punishment Book and when she checks it, she may want to have a chat with you.” Rachel saw the look of sheer horror spread across the three girls faces.

“I shall try to explain to Miss that, if she picks up on the entry in the book, that I have dealt with it and that I, personally consider the matter to be closed.” She smiled sweetly.

“She should accept that, but I do warn you, Francesca, Vanessa and Stacey, that if I catch you doing such things again then I shall cane your bare bottoms in front of all the Sixth Formers and Upper School girls in Norton House.” Mrs. Portman licked her lips.

“Do I make myself clear, young ladies?” Rachel turned back towards her desk.

“Yes, Mrs. Portman.” The three Sixth Form girls answered in unison.

Rachel Portman opened one of the drawers in her desk and rummaged around with her right hand until she found what she was looking for. She closed the drawer quietly and walked back across the room until she was standing close to the girls.

“Vanessa. Take this and when you’re in your bedroom rub and massage it into your bottoms – it will help soothe the pain and cool the heat down a little.” She smiled as the blonde-haired girl with the glasses took the small tube in her right hand.

“Thank you, Miss.” She replied and looked down at her slippers.

“Stacey. Take this and get Reanne to rub it into your bottom – I think she owes you that one.” Rachel smiled as Stacey Sundstram reached up with her right hand and took the tube of cream.

“Thanks, Mrs. Portman.” The red-haired girl answered quietly.

She smiled an awkward smile. Her roommate, Reanne Hatcher did indeed owe her one – or two. Stacey had rubbed cream into the girl’s bottom twice during their time sharing a bedroom in Norton House.

Mrs. Portman turned and returned her high-backed chair to her desk and then walked over to the door of her room. She pulled it open slowly and smiled across at the girls on the sofa.

“Right. Up to bed. I will check on you after nine, and if you’re not in bed with the lights out, then you’ll be back over my knee. Clear?” She watched as the girls awkwardly got to their feet.

“Yes Miss.” They answered together once again.

Mrs. Portman checked on the twins just after 9.30pm. The light was off and both girls were in bed although they were not asleep. She stepped inside the room, leaving the door open to allow the light from the corridor in.

“How are we feeling girls?” She asked quietly as she stood looking down upon them.

Vanessa sat up in her bed but her twin sister remained under her bed clothes.

“Sore, Mrs. Portman.” Vanessa wiped her nose on her right hand.

Rachel nodded her head and smiled sweetly at the blonde-haired eighteen-year-old.

“It won’t last for too long. Just put some more cream on it tomorrow and I bet you won’t feel any discomfort after another day or so.” She turned to leave the room.

“I hope that you’ve learned your lesson tonight young ladies and now understand what happens if you break my rules.” She stood in the doorway; arms folded across her chest.

“Yes Miss.” The twins answered quietly.

“Good. Because next time, if there is a next time, that is, you’ll get what Stacey received tonight. Good night girls.” She walked into the corridor and closed the bedroom door gently behind her.

The House Mistress smiled at the girls who were making the most of their last half an hour before bedtime. She walked to the end of the corridor until she came to Stacey Sundstram’s bedroom. She pushed the door open gently and smiled as she saw the light was off and the girl was in bed. Again, she left the door open to let some light in and watched as Stacey sat up in her bed.

“How are you feeling, dear? Did Reanne put the cream on your bottom?” She brushed her dark hair behind her ears with her hands.

Stacey struggled to sit up in her bed, wincing as she sat on her sore bottom.

“Yes Miss. She did. She had a good laugh about it.” The red-haired girl replied, wanting to swear.

Mrs. Portman smiled.

“Well, she knows all about being spanked by me, doesn’t she?” Rachel spoke quietly.

“Get her to put some more on your bum in the morning and I’m sure that in a couple of days you won’t feel as much discomfort.” She continued.

The eighteen-year-old’s mobile phone beeped and lit up on her bedside table, but she ignored it.

“You’re not telling Ms. Lindsay, or the Head Mistress, are you, Miss?” Stacey Sundstram asked worriedly.

Rachel Portman laughed quietly.

“No. I said that this was just between the four of us. It has been dealt with and as far as I am concerned, it’s done. Miss Marks may want to see you in her office when she sees the entry in the Punishment Book, but I’ll tell her that it was a one-off and that she won’t see your names in there again. That should be good enough for her.” The House Mistress smiled.

“But make sure that there isn’t a next time young lady, or you’ll be going straight to her office. Do you understand?” She added.

The red-haired Sixth Former nodded.

“I do Miss. I’m definitely not going to drink anymore. I don’t want to get caned like Nicole did.” The girl replied sincerely.

Rachel nodded.

“Good. Anyway, go to sleep and I’ll see you in the morning. Good night Stacey.” She smiled.

“Good night Miss.”

The House Mistress walked back into the corridor and closed the door quietly. She headed back to her room and finished the tasks that she needed to do before she could go home for the night. The next morning, she walked into reception and asked for the Punishment Book from the Head Mistress’ secretary, Amber Fox. She spent a few minutes writing in the punishments that she had administered to the girls in her room that previous evening.

"Date: November 12th , 2020

Student: Francesca Bergman

Form Class: 13 LCO

Reason for Punishment: Drinking alcohol in bedroom

Punishment: First time in trouble during her time at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Warned about her future conduct and consequences of repeating this type of behaviour. Hand spanking applied across her bare bottom.

Administered by: Mrs. R. A. Portman – House Mistress

Witnessed: Not Required

Date: November 12th , 2020

Student: Vanessa Bergman

Form Class: 13 LCO

Reason for Punishment: Drinking alcohol in bedroom

Punishment: First time in trouble during her time at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Warned about her future conduct and consequences of repeating this type of behaviour. Hand spanking applied across her bare bottom.

Administered by: Mrs. R. A. Portman – House Mistress

Witnessed: Not Required

Student: Stacey Sundstram

Form Class: 13 HON

Reason for Punishment: Drinking alcohol in bedroom and bringing prohibited items onto the school site.

Punishment: First time in trouble during her time at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Stacey has been given detentions in the past for failing to hand in work but no major behavioural issues. Received a hand spanking on her bare bottom, twelve smacks with the clothes brush and six strokes with the school strap on her bare bottom. Will be grounded for two weeks and will remain in her bedroom after study time for those two weeks also.

Administered by: Mrs. R. A. Portman – House Mistress

Witnessed: Not Required"

The dark-haired House Mistress smiled as she handed the thick, A4 book back to Amber. Miss Marks’ Punishment Book was beginning to fill up rapidly.

“She’ll need to get you to order a new book at this rate, Miss.” Rachel joked as she walked back towards the main school buildings.

The girls’ punishment did get noticed by Miss Marks. The young, dark-haired Head Mistress had brought it up during her weekly meeting with all six House Mistresses. As she had promised the girls, Rachel explained that the incident had been a total one-off and that there was absolutely no chance of it ever being repeated. Amelia Marks had smiled and pushed her small glasses up to the top of her nose with her left index finger and simply nodded.

“Very well. We shall leave it at that then, Rachel.” Amelia had smiled sweetly before moving onto the next topic.