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Amelia Marks stood staring out of the large window in her office. The lady with the dark-hair, neatly tied in a bun, smiled as she watched the late summer sunshine rising in the blue sky and begin to cover the new Sixth Form building and the extensive playing fields and sports pitches beyond that. The new Head Mistress at the exclusive, fee-paying Alannah Lawrence Girl’s College closed her eyes and stood day-dreaming for a few moments before she turned her attention back to what she needed to do that day.

She had arrived at school earlier than usual that first proper day when the girls arrived to start the school year. Although Amelia had taught at the school for eight years now, this would be her first post as Head Mistress, and she was determined to make her mark from that very first day. The short, slim woman walked back to her desk and sat down in her leather chair. She picked up her notepad on which she had written down the main points she would tell the girls in their first assemblies later that morning. There was a new regime at Alannah Lawrence College and there were some serious changes that the girls would need to adapt to quickly.

Amelia smiled to herself. She had spent eight years at the school and had been the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour for the past three years. In that time, the use of corporal punishment had declined due to the reluctance of the then Head Mistress, Di Barnett, to use it against the girls. Miss Marks shook her head as she thought about how the girls had used the Head Mistress to get their punishments reduced from a slippering, strapping or caning, to an after-school or at worst, a Saturday detention. The young Head Mistress played with her fingers as she tried to think about how many actual doses of corporal punishment had been administered in her time at the school.

As Deputy Head Mistress, Amelia had been the one to administer such punishments if Mrs. Barnett had reluctantly decided that there was no other option. Amelia licked her lips. Amelia Marks caned hard and that message had soon travelled around the large school. Her reputation as a lady who caned severely seemed to be enough to ensure that the girls at Alannah Lawrence College behaved themselves like young ladies should.

“From now on, I encourage you to use corporal punishment as and when you see fit, against any girl who steps out of line or constantly misbehaves.” She had instructed her staff during that first training day.

“Any act of disobedience, laziness or defiance should be dealt with swiftly, and severely so that the young lady learns a quick and valuable lesson.” Amelia had announced to the staff sitting in the large assembly hall.

The forty-year-old woman smiled as she remembered that one hand going up during her speech.

“But what if we don’t feel comfortable doing that kind of thing?” The young French Mistress had asked.

“Then find another job, my dear.” The dark-haired woman had thought to herself.

Amelia had simply smiled sweetly at her and then looked across to her newly-promoted Deputy Head, Melanie Edwards. The dark-haired lady smiled back. Melanie had been an easy choice for Miss Marks as her second Deputy Head Mistress. The short, slim, Geography Mistress was known by students and staff alike to be strict and not someone to be messed with. Rumour had it that Melanie Edwards would spank, slipper and strap her girls if they misbehaved without telling anyone.

“I’d advise you to team up with someone who is comfortable administering punishments and also to make use of the Heads of Year and also, Mrs. Edwards here.” The Head Mistress smiled sweetly at the young teacher.

“I would also suggest that, if you haven’t already done so, that you go and chat with Miss Fox and pick up a collection of implements.” The young Head Mistress looked for her secretary, Amber Fox, in the audience, but she couldn’t see her.

“I think while you have the girls in Form on Wednesday morning, that while you are telling them about the new behaviour regime at Alannah Lawrence perhaps, make sure that they get a good look at the tools that you will punish them with if they step out of line.” Amelia licked her lips.

“Please remember ladies that if a girl has misbehaved and you believe that it is a serious offence – say, fighting, causing damage, smoking or drinking – that kind of thing, that you should still email their Head of Year, Mrs. Edwards and myself, and they will receive their punishment from one of us.” Miss Marks had instructed.

Everyone in the room knew what that would mean. Serious offenders would be caned, and this would be administered by the senior school staff.

The young Head Mistress busied herself with various tasks before she noticed the noise level increasing outside her office window as the girls arrived for their first day of the autumn term. The chatter also increased outside her office door, in the main school reception, as the staff arrived. Amelia checked the clock on the wall – 8.35am. She would have a slow walk around the school before heading into the main hall for the lower school assembly. She got to her feet and took her expensive navy suit jacket from the hanger on the back of her office door and smiled as she carefully slipped it over her white satin blouse.

She checked her hair and discreet make-up in the mirror before picking up her mobile phone which she placed in her jacket pocket. She placed the notes for her assembly in the same pocket and exhaled heavily. Amelia walked to her office door, took another deep breath and turned the handle, pulling the door open. The dark-haired Head Mistress stepped outside into the large reception area and closed her office door quietly behind her.

“Good Morning Amber. Hope it hasn’t been too frantic this morning for you.” Amelia Marks smiled at her young secretary who was busy tapping away at her computer keyboard.

The young woman with the long red hair looked up over the desk and smiled back.

“Not yet, Miss Marks. I am expecting it to get pretty busy after nine though when the boarders want to know which rooms they are in and things like that though.” The secretary picked up a hardbacked book from the desk and handed it over the counter.

“All sorted for you, Miss Marks – this year’s punishment book like you asked for.” Amber flicked her long red hair back behind her ears.

The Head Mistress reached across with her right hand and took the thick, hard-backed A4 sized book in her hand. She opened the book, studied it in silence for a few moments, before snapping it shut loudly.

“Thanks, Amber. I have no idea what I would do without you keeping me right. Make sure that you get some people to help you sort the boarders out, okay?” Amelia Marks pushed her small glasses to the top of her nose with her left index finger.

“I’ve got Mrs Portman and the other House Mistresses to be around this morning if the girls need anything and Miss Petersen and Mrs. Dwyer said that they’re free, so I’ll give them a call if I need some extra hands.” Amber Fox smiled.

Amelia turned to walk out of the main entrance but stopped and turned back to her secretary.

“I’m sure that you’ll cope but if there are any issues then give Melanie a call – she’s free after break-time, once we’ve done the Lower and Upper School assemblies.” The Head Mistress smiled, pulled the door open and stepped out into the sunny morning.

Miss Marks smiled as she noticed the girls walking into school or being dropped off by parents. She tried to stop herself laughing as she noticed how the girls changed their behaviour as they noticed her walking across the car park and into the main area of the school.

“Just as it should be.” She thought to herself.

As she reached the science block, the alarm sounded to signal to the girls that they needed to make their way to registration. She stood and watched as the crowds of girls, all turned out in their grey blazers, grey skirts and light blue blouses, made their way to their Form classes. The Head Mistress stood, arms folded across her chest, contemplating what she was going to say in her first assembly as Head Mistress and did not notice that her two Deputy Head Mistresses, Mrs. Edwards and Ms. Hickman, who had been on duty, had joined her.

“Morning Amelia. Ready for the big announcement?” Charlotte Hickman smiled.

It took Miss Marks a few moments to realise that the lady with the shoulder-length brown hair was talking to her.

“Oh hi there, Charlotte, Melanie. Yes. I’m sure that it will come as a surprise to some of the girls, but like we all decided in June, it’s a necessary step.” She spoke softly.

Charlotte Hickman shielded her eyes from the sun.

“Wonder who will be the first young lady to “get it” from you?” She laughed.

“My money’s on Nicole Langley from Tina’s Form class. I had a nightmare with her last year when I was teaching her GCSE History.” Charlotte’s mobile phone began ringing in her hand.

Amelia smiled.

“So, is that the Punishment Book, Amelia?” Melanie Edwards asked as Charlotte answered her call

The dark-haired Head Mistress nodded.

“I thought that Amber better get a large book because I can foresee that we will be pretty busy these first few weeks – at least until some of our young ladies realise that the new regime is a little bit different from the last one.” She began walking towards the new Sixth Form building.

“And a lot less forgiving, Miss.” Mrs. Edwards added before turning and walking back to her office with Ms. Hickman.

The new Head Mistress made sure that she had visited every part of the school in that half hour. She had peered into some of the classrooms to check that the girls were doing exactly as they should and also to make them aware that, unlike her predecessor, she was a Head Mistress who did not hide in her office. Amelia had toured the school twice daily as Deputy Head Mistress and would pick any girls up for poor behaviour or for having being sent out of a lesson. The girls were terrified that while they were stood in the corridor to think about what they had done, that the short, dark-haired Deputy Head with the small stylish glasses would walk down the corridor and then ensure that they really would get it.

At 9:05am, Miss Marks was stood at the double doors to the main assembly hall at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Eventually, she was joined by her two deputies and they smiled as the lower school girls filed into the large hall in silence. Amelia greeted their Form teachers and their Heads of Year before she entered the hall and stepped up to the stage, where the overhead projector was already set up for her presentation. She placed the punishment book on the table in front of her and picked up the remote control for the projector in her right hand. Once every Form class was assembled, Miss Petersen, the Head of Year Nine closed the doors and smiled at Amelia.

It was time.

That first assembly had gone well. Miss Marks was no stranger to having to give an assembly, having done it regularly when she was Deputy Head. The girls had stood up and remained standing until invited to re-take their seats by Amelia. The short, dark-haired teacher had welcomed the girls back before she ran through the new behaviour system and had clearly, and carefully, explained the new behaviour system to the girls. Most of them already knew about it from the letters that had been sent home before the end of last term, but Amelia knew that there would always be a few who wouldn’t realise what such a big change meant.

The girls had sat there listening intently to Miss Marks. Some sat there petrified on the inside, knowing that the sweet and innocent looking teacher was far from that. Most sat thinking how they could avoid a punishment from their teachers – and especially from the Head Mistress, who had been the one to use corporal punishment at the school in the past on the few occasions that Mrs. Barnett had allowed its use. Oh, how they wished for the kind-hearted, caring and sweet Di Barnett to come back!

Mrs. Edwards, the Deputy Head Mistress had then explained how the girls’ first day back would be organised – a morning with their Form teachers to get timetables and planners organised. Boarders were to collect their timetable and then assemble outside their houses where their House Mistress would get them settled in before they were to return to their form class. Then in the afternoon lessons were to begin.

Amelia Marks had ended the assembly by welcoming the girls back to Alannah College once more and, after a series of announcements from other members of staff about the activities and trips that were taking place during that school year, the girls had stood – once again in silence – before being escorted back to their form classes by their tutors. The young Head Mistress stood and watched from the stage that the girls left the hall in absolute silence and smiled at Mrs. Edwards as the last girl exited.

The forty-year-old Head Mistress checked the clock on the wall behind her – 9:35. She had five minutes until the Upper School arrived for the same assembly as she had just given. Amelia quickly checked her mobile phone and winced as she saw the collection of emails and messages that had accumulated over the past hour or so. She returned it to her pocket as the older girls began to file into the hall. Unlike the earlier year groups, there was noise and chatter coming from some of the girls as they entered the assembly hall and quickly tried to find their seats.

“Quiet when you walk into assembly!”

“What part of silent do you not understand, Year Eleven!”

“Are you special, Rosie McKenna? You must be because your mouth is open when everyone else has theirs closed like they should!”

Miss Marks looked across at Melanie and Charlotte who had taken their seats on the stage. They were all trying hard to suppress their laughter at the remarks being yelled out by the Head of Girls’ PE, Nancy Halliday.

The Upper School assembly had gone well for the first ten minutes. Amelia had welcomed the girls back to school. She had congratulated those in Year Twelve on their exceptional performances in the previous summer’s exams. The presentation on the new behaviour system and expectations was proceeding smoothly, the girls were listening to her attentively, taking in the major changes that would affect every girl in that hall. Amelia pushed on for a few moments, but something caught her attention and made her pause. She turned her gaze to the left hand side of the hall and focused on one of the Year Twelve girls.

The young lady had brown hair, tied up neatly with a hair band behind her head. She suddenly realised that the woman had stopped speaking and looked up at her. Amelia Marks continued to wait before she returned to her presentation. She continued for a few minutes until she was near the end of what she wanted to tell the girls, when she noticed the girl doing it once again. This time, Miss Amelia Marks had had enough. As Deputy Head Mistress, Amelia had dealt with almost every girl in the school for some reason or other. She had an amazing memory for names and after a few moments’ thought, she knew who the brown-haired girl in Year Twelve was.

“Fiona Nicholls – Miss Faul’s class. Stand up girl!” She raised her voice sharply.

The girls in the large assembly hall began looking around in shock but soon returned their full attention back to Miss Marks. Melanie Edwards and Charlotte Hickman had got up from their seats on the stage and were scanning the large room. The dark-haired Sixth former shuffled around as she desperately tried to sneak her mobile phone back into the side pocket of her grey blazer. Once she had managed to do this, she stood up slowly – over one thousand eyes all on her.

“Get yourself to my office now, young lady. Wait outside until I arrive to deal with you!” The young Head Mistress instructed calmly, although on the inside, she was absolutely fuming with rage.

The stunned, brunette Sixth Former stood for a few moments before finally squeezing past her friends in the row on which they sat and walked towards the double doors at the back of the hall. The girl’s heels walking on the wooden floor the only sound in the room as the audience sat in stunned silence. Miss Smallwood, the Head of Mathematics, held the door for Fiona and closed it quietly once the girl had left the hall. Amelia stood in silence, surveying the collection of faces sitting watching her, before she continued with her assembly.

Once she had dismissed the Upper School from assembly, Amelia picked up the large, hard-backed punishment book from the table on the stage, walked down the steps and caught up with Mrs. Edwards, who was chatting with Miss Petersen at the double doors to the assembly hall.

“Can you come and witness Fiona’s punishment with me please Melanie?” Miss Marks had already walked past the two ladies and was purposefully striding down the art corridor and back towards her office.

“Sure.” Mrs. Edwards had replied and hurried to catch up to the younger woman.

Within minutes, Amelia Marks walked through the entrance to the school reception and smiled at Amber who was on the phone. The young Head Mistress turned her full attention to the Year Twelve girl who was just slightly taller than she was. She remained emotionless as she saw the dark-haired schoolgirl try to stand up straight against the wall. Amelia walked past her, opened her office door and walked inside. Mrs. Edwards paused and looked at Fiona Nicholls, one of the quieter girls in the Sixth Form.

“In you go, young lady.” Melanie instructed and waited until the girl had turned and took the half a dozen steps until she was standing inside the Head Mistress’ office.

Melanie Edwards walked into Amelia’s office and closed the door quietly behind her. She stood, arms folded across her chest behind Fiona and stared over at Miss Marks. The Head Mistress had laid the Punishment book on her desk – that first page awaiting her first ever entry. She walked across to the large vase that stood out of the way in the corner of her large office. She bent down for a few moments, contemplating which one of her collection of canes would be best for the job and, once satisfied, pulled out the black, woollen-handled senior school cane. She turned and looked across at Fiona.

Miss Marks held the cane tightly in her small right hand and swished the thin, but extremely dense, cane in her hands three times. The sound it made as it flew through the air made Fiona bite her lower lip nervously. The Head Mistress stood beside her large table in the corner of her office and nodded at the dark-haired Sixth Former.

“Well, Fiona Nicholls of Miss Faul’s form. I had expected someone to fall foul of the new rules today but perhaps not as quickly as that.” Amelia said quietly, but as sternly as she could.

“Place your mobile phone on my desk young lady.” She added.

Fiona Nicholls slowly reached into the left hand pocket of her grey blazer and pulled her iPhone out. She wanted to protest but thought better of it and simply took a few steps across to Amelia’s desk where she placed the silver phone down.

“Now, young lady. You are going to be given a reminder of our new behaviour policy seen as I guess that you did not take it all in assembly seen as you were texting or whatever on your phone.” Miss Marks walked over to her office door and took the coat hanger in her right hand.

“I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t mean to have my phone out.” The sixteen-year-old began to realise what was coming her way.

The dark-haired Head Mistress ignored the girl. She placed her cane on her desk and removed her navy jacket, placing it carefully on the hanger, which she replaced on the back of her office door before returning her full attention to the misbehaving Sixth Form girl.

“You know about our rules about mobile phones Fiona – they are not new rules, are they?” Amelia continued to use her strictest tone of voice.

“No Miss. I’m sorry Miss. Please can I have another chance? Please Miss Marks.” The girl began to plead, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“No.” Amelia Marks looked across at Melanie, who was smiling.

“This will act as a timely reminder to you, Fiona Nicholls, that you are not to use your mobile phone in school time and also, I expect you to tell the other girls in Years Twelve and Thirteen what my new punishment regime is like.” Amelia smiled sweetly.

“I’m sorry Miss Marks.” The short Sixth Form girl looked down at her black school shoes.

“Good. That’s a start, Fiona.” Amelia Marks walked back to her desk and picked up the cane in her right hand once more.

The Head Mistress looked over at Mrs. Edwards and then at Fiona, who was still standing in front of her desk, head bowed, looking down at her shiny black school shoes.

“Quite an unexpected honour to be the first girl to be dealt with under the new regime, Miss Nicholls, isn’t it?” The young Head Mistress walked over to her large table that was on the right hand side of her large office.

“You will receive four strokes with my senior school cane, Fiona and they will be given across your knickers, seen as you are a first-time offender.” The Head Mistress adjusted the right sleeve of her short-sleeved white blouse.

“You will take them with no fuss – no jumping up, no rubbing your bottom, no shouting out – otherwise I will get Miss here to hold you down and I will give you extra strokes. Do you understand me, Fiona Nicholls of Miss Faul’s form?”

Amelia smiled as she saw the tears in the girl’s eyes.

“Yes, Miss Marks.” The dark-haired girl muttered.

“Very well, young lady. I want you to remove your blazer – place it on the back of the chair under my table, there.” She pointed with her cane.

“And then lift your skirt out of the way and bend right over the table – hold on to the other side and then do not move. Do you understand me, Fiona?” Amelia Marks licked her lips.

“Yes Miss.” The sixteen-year-old replied before slowly beginning to carry out her teacher’s instructions.

The girl carefully removed her light grey blazer which she placed on the back of one of the padded chairs that were tucked in under the table. Slowly, and nervously, she lifted her grey school skirt, revealing her navy blue school knickers and reluctantly reached over the large table, until her bottom was facing Miss Marks and Mrs. Edwards. Amelia wasted no time at all in folding Fiona’s skirt out of the way and taking up her position at the girl’s left hand side. She measured the twenty-six-inch long cane out against the plump bottom lying over her table and closed her eyes for a moment.

“Now, young lady. I expect you to take your punishment with no fuss. If you cause me any issues, then you’ll be given six strokes instead of four. Am I making myself clear, Miss Nicholls?” The young Head Mistress began tapping the cane against Fiona’s covered bottom.

“Yes Miss Marks. I’m sorry Miss Marks.” Fiona Nicholls spat out in a panic, desperately trying to prepare herself for the punishment that was coming her way.

The Sixth former looked across at Melanie Edwards in some vain hope that the woman would help her out of the situation that she found herself in. There was no chance of that. The Deputy Head Mistress simply smiled at her and watched as Fiona turned her head back so that she faced the wall. She placed her face in her arms and awaited that first stroke.

Across from Fiona, Miss Marks continued to tap the girl’s knicker-clad bottom with her cane until she was satisfied where her first stroke was going to land. Amelia targeted the fleshy centre of the young lady’s bottom, pushing the cane against Fiona’s right buttock before she raised the cane in the air. The Head Mistress paused, took a deep breath and exhaled before sending her cane whistling through the air. It landed a moment later.

“Thwack!”

The thin, but dense senior dragon school cane bit deeply, and painfully, into the centre of Fiona Nicholls’ right bum cheek.

It took a few moments for the pain to register in the girl’s brain, but once it had, the dark-haired Sixth Form girl screamed and yelled as the fire spread across her ample bottom. She struggled to stay bent over the desk but was determined to avoid getting any extra strokes. After a few moments, she had settled over the table once more and Amelia laid her cane across her navy school knickers, gently tapping the girl’s backside. A few moments later, the Head Mistress raised the cane in the air once more and, after a pause, sent it hurtling towards Fiona’s bottom once again.

“Thwack!”

This time, despite her best efforts to take her punishment with as much decorum as possible, Fiona Nicholls’ shot up from the table and immediately placed both hands on her bottom, rubbing it frantically through her blue knickers.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed.

She then realised the mistake that she had just made and began trying desperately to remedy the situation.

“I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t mean to.. It’s just that it hurts so much!” She pleaded through teary eyes.

Miss Marks stood watching her, emotionless, holding the cane in her small right hand.

“Shame it’s going to hurt you a lot more for swearing, Miss Nicholls. Now it’s six strokes instead of the four. Back over the table, girl!” Amelia raised her voice.

After a minute or so, a tearful Fiona Nicholls bent over the large table and resumed her position. Amelia Marks had stood behind her, adjusting the girl’s skirt once more to ensure that it could not get in the way during the remainder of her punishment. After a short pause to allow the Sixth Former to calm herself a little, Amelia laid her cane across Fiona’s left buttock and took aim.

“Thwack!”

That third stroke, bit deep and painfully into the centre of Fiona Nicholls’ fleshy left buttock. The dark-haired schoolgirl shouted but tried her best to muffle her shouts by placing her hand in her mouth. She tried to remain in position over the table the best she could as she felt the Head Mistress tapping her bottom gently once more with the nasty cane.

“Thwack!”

The fourth stroke landed across the dead centre of Fiona’s bottom, slightly lower down than the previous strokes, and the sixteen-year-old continued to cry and sob into her arms, all the time wishing that her punishment was over. There would be no way that she would ever want a repeat of this. Across from her, Miss Marks remained silent, pausing until she was satisfied before beginning to tap Fiona’s already sore bottom once again with her cane. The Sixth Former heard and felt the teacher pull the cane back and she closed her eyes tightly.

“Thwack!”

The black-handled senior dragon cane kissed Fiona’s bottom once again, catching the girl across the centre of her fleshy right bum cheek. She wriggled and squirmed but soon had forced herself to stay in position bent over Miss Marks’ table. The cane began being tapped gently against her bottom once more.

“So, Mrs. Edwards. Can you remember what they used to say about the final stroke of a caning?” The young Head Mistress asked quietly, all the time, still tapping Fiona’s bottom with the cane.

Mrs. Edwards laughed.

“Oh, that the final stroke of a caning is always given the hardest so that it drives the message home. Or something like that, Head Mistress.” She continued laughing.

Fiona Nicholls buried her head deeper in her arms and took a deep breath. After a few moments, the cane stopped tapping against her knicker-clad bottom as Amelia raised it in the air. The young Head Mistress took aim, one final time.

“Thwack!”

The young lady’s lower right buttock and top of her thigh received the final, and most painful visit. Fiona cried uncontrollably into her arms and tried to take her mind off the immense pain and heat that was growing across her bottom.

Miss Marks took a step towards where Fiona was lying face down over the table and placed her cane down next to the girl before she placed her small right hand on the girl’s knickers. Her bottom was extremely warm to the touch and would undoubtedly have a set of nice, neat red tram lines as a reminder for a week or so to come. After a few moments, the young Head Mistress walked back to her desk and sat down in her leather chair and pulled the punishment book towards her, opening it at the first page.

“Thank you, Mrs. Edwards for witnessing that.” Amelia spoke softly.

“Not a problem Miss. If there’s nothing else, I think that I’ll go and see if they’ve got the boarders sorted out or if they need anything.” Melanie Edwards walked to the door and opened it.

“Thank you.” Amelia answered as her Deputy left her office, closing the door quietly behind her.

The Head Mistress busied herself filling in the entry in the punishment book.

"Date: September 9th , 2020

Student: Fiona Nicholls

Form Class: 12 AFA

Reason for Punishment: Repeated use of mobile phone and swearing

Punishment: Four strokes of senior girls’ cane plus two strokes for bad language

Administered by: Miss A. J. Marks – Head Mistress

Witnessed: Mrs. Edwards – Deputy Head"

The dark-haired Head Mistress left the girl bent over the table for a further ten minutes before closing the punishment book and getting to her feet. She walked past where Fiona was lying face down, still sobbing into her arms, and stood at her office door.

“Right. Young lady. Up you get and get yourself dressed.” She said softly and watched as the girl struggled to her feet.

Fiona Nicholls’ first action once she was standing up looking at Amelia was to rub her bottom through her navy blue knickers with both hands. She then rubbed her eyes and nose on the back of her left hand. The Sixth Former pulled her grey skirt down and ensured that it was straight, before she reached over the table and pulled her blazer from the back of the chair. Fiona put it on and stood there, trying to resist the urge to rub her red-hot bottom to try and cool it down.

“Fiona. Do you have anything that you would like to say to me?” Miss Marks stared at the girl.

The dark-haired schoolgirl looked down at her black shoes and then across at the Head Mistress’ desk where her phone was lying.

“Thank you Miss. I’m sorry Miss. I won’t have my phone out when I shouldn’t. I’m sorry Miss.” She tried to adjust her dark hair.

“I’m sure that you are sorry, Fiona Nicholls of Miss Faul’s Form.” The Head Mistress reached across with her right hand and slowly turned the handle on her office door, pulling the door open slowly.

“You will tell every girl in the Sixth Form Common Room what happened to you today and how it made you feel. Am I making myself clear, young lady?” The Head Mistress asked quietly.

“Yes Miss.” The Sixth former replied quietly.

“You can collect your phone from Mrs. Lindley’s office at the end of the school day and I don’t expect to see you in front of me again, Fiona.”

By this time, Amelia’s office door was fully open, and Fiona Nicholls could see and hear the voices of students and teachers in reception outside.

“Yes, Miss Marks. Thank you Miss.” She whispered.

Amelia Marks smiled.

“Right. Off you go and I’d clean yourself up before going back to Miss Faul for the rest of this morning.” The young Head Mistress smiled wickedly.

“Thank you Miss.” Fiona replied and walked out of the Head Mistress’ office, trying her best to look like she had not been caned.

As Fiona Nicholls spent the remainder of that morning break in the Sixth Form girls’ toilets trying to soothe her sore and burning bottom, Miss Marks sat in her leather chair in her office thinking about the events of that first morning so far. She decided that it could not have worked out any better. Amelia Marks had clearly laid down the law to the nearly twelve hundred girls at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College and, better still, had already established her new regime. Word was sure to travel fast around the school that a girl had already been caned on that first day of term.

Fiona had been the first, but Miss Amelia Marks laughed to herself. Fiona would certainly not be the last girl to be punished while she was Head Mistress at the school.