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DR. STANTON AND MISS MARTIN FIND EACH OTHER

(Part of a series published elsewhere)

By Alex

Dr.Stanton, on his appointment as headmaster at St. Swithin's School ForGirls, made many changes in his staff in order to improve the school's performanceand reputation. Some of these changes had a double purpose, however, beingcarefully planned to facilitate his private ambition in regards to the caningof his pupils. This punishment was already accepted as a proper way to maintainthe discipline so necessary to excellent academic performance, but pursuingthis activity to an unusual extent was a very distinctive part of his own satisfaction.Among the most important of these two-edged changes was his appointment ofa new school matron, one whom he felt he could rely upon to accept withoutqualms the parade of striped bottoms that would inevitably result from extensivereliance upon the cane for the maintenance of high standards in all aspectsof his pupils' activities. This was especially important because he believedthat, if a caning was to be effective, it should be administered with appropriateseverity across a bared bottom. Such a belief produced bottoms that were notmerely striped by the cane, but often very colorfully marked and deeply corrugated.His own career had earlier suffered a temporary reversal when a school matronhad protested at the frequency of painful results that were coming to her attention.This, he was determined, would not happen again.

He had not trusted the matron who was already in place on his arrival atSt. Swithin's and, after advertising the position anew, had selected Miss Martinfrom the applicants. She had most convincingly passed a test he had devised,conducting the applicants through his office while a cane was hanging in viewand casually commenting that the matron would be required to attend caningsas an observer. Miss Martin had accepted the notice almost enthusiasticallyand he had promptly appointed her. That she was young, only 30, with a remarkablyfine figure and a bottom that, even obscured by her uniform, had immediatelyaroused in him thoughts of what a splendid target for the cane it might be,were only additional bonuses.

She proved both effective and popular at the school. She had, further, exhibitedno reluctance when, soon and sure enough, the first erring young lady had toreport to Dr. Stanton's office for a severe caning. Dr. Stanton not only requiredthat Miss Martin attend but also that the young lady first visit Miss Martin'soffice so that Miss Martin could ascertain whether the day appointed was anappropriate one according to the young lady's own personal calendar. Indeedit was and Miss Martin provided this information very readily. Dr. Stantonhad her come to his study 10 minutes before the miscreant herself was due toarrive. This was early in his career as headmaster of St. Swithin's and hewas still administering the cane in his official study, located on the secondfloor of his residence. He informed Miss Martin in as matter of fact a manneras possible that he would have the young lady remove her skirt and knickersand bend over the back of an armchair to receive 18 hard strokes. She did notseem in the least surprised at this and, when the pupil appeared, remaineddiscretely in the background as Dr. Stanton gave his orders. She stayed thereas the miscreant, face red with embarrassment, removed her skirt and knickers,placed them on the seat of the chair over which she was to bend, and then shuffledaround to the back to bend over with very evident reluctance, placing her elbowson the seat and her head between them, helplessly sticking her bare bottomup above the back of the chair.

During the caning itself, of course, Dr. Stanton had to concentrate on thatbared bottom and the accurate delivery of his strokes, but he managed to stealan occasional glance at Miss Martin. If she was at all disconcerted, eitherby the sounds of the hissing cane, the thwacks of its impact across the profferedbottom, the gasps and yowls of protest, or by the sight of the young lady'srear jumping in response to the cane, the gyrating of her hips and the crimsoningtram-lines across her bottom cheeks, she certainly did not show it. Indeed,when the miscreant was finally sent sobbing on her way, clutching her bottomunder her restored skirt, Miss Martin complimented him quietly on the effectivenessof the punishment. Dr. Stanton, seeing an opportunity to sound her out a littlefurther, remarked that he hoped that she did not find this discipline too severe,and she responded, after a slight pause, "Oh, not all! Not at all! The femaleposterior is remarkably resilient and well capable of absorbing very severechastisement in the cause of educating the brain, without any lasting damageto itself whatsoever!" Dr. Stanton congratulated himself anew on making suchan admirable appointment.

The future continued to confirm this judgment. Dr. Stanton realized eventhat he appreciated Ms. Martin's presence at the canings, which grew ever morefrequent. Whether it was because he felt the appreciation of a kindred soul,or whether he felt that it was an insurance against criticism, he wasn't sure,but he regularly checked for her agreement. In general, however, it was herapproval that he sought, rather than her advice. There was, however, a partialexception to this. As he established his practices, he also ordered the conversioninto a second study of some space on his third floor that had formerly beenservant's quarters. This study he used almost exclusively for discipline andthere he installed a specially designed caning table with a padded hump atits business end, kept his extensive collection of canes and consulted hisregisters of corporal punishment. With the increasing number of canings andthe elaboration of the accompanying rules, he thought it a good idea to introduceanother level of approval. Thus, when a pupil was receiving a severe caninghe would customarily consult with Miss Martin on the state of the young lady'sbottom after 18 strokes (and again after 30, on the rare occasions when thepunishment was to exceed that), continuing the punishment only if she declaredit acceptable. At first, he would simply ask her to examine the bottom underthe cane and inform him if he could go further but, after some discrete encouragementon her part, he allowed himself to join in the inspection. This, of course,allowed him two privileges that he had secretly desired: one was a carefuland close-up look at the marks he had just inflicted, the other was a chanceto peer into the intimate places within the cleft of the bottom and betweenthe thighs. Miss Martin was surely aware that he made the most of these opportunitiesbut she certainly did nothing to discourage him.

Miss Martin, to consider her in her turn, had arrived at this situation bya long and complicated route. Her childhood had not been a happy one. Her fatherhad died when she was four and her mother had remarried a man of very unpleasantdisposition. He had treated the mother very strictly and had frequently beatenthe child. Her mother's attitude had been somewhat ambiguous, for she had seemedto side with her husband in the administration of discipline but had also warmlycomforted her child after it had been administered. Miss Martin had thus cometo associate affection with chastisement. A particularly traumatic occasionhad occurred when Miss Martin was twelve years old and was just discoveringthe pleasures of sexuality. Her stepfather had discovered her lying on herbed pleasuring herself and had responded with a rage, beating her mercilesslywith a strap. Afterwards, in her bewilderment, the young Miss Martin had examinedher severely bruised bottom in a mirror and, in further confusion, had finishedmasturbating, reaching her first orgasm.

A further conflation of pleasure and pain had occurred when she was fifteen.She had been discovering that she was sexually attracted to both boys and girlsand on this particular occasion her stepfather, whom she had supposed to beaway at work, had walked into her room while she and another girl were nakedon her bed, exploring each other enthusiastically. Her stepfather, enragedeven more than before, had sent her friend running screaming from the houseand had fetched a cane that, although kept in the house, had not been usedon Miss Martin before. Her mother had joined him and had seemed to be as upsetas her husband. Perhaps because of this, they had made the punishment unusuallyformal, bending her, still naked, over the back of a chair, and caning heruntil her bottom was black and blue. The pain had been excruciating, but MissMartin had by now learnt to keep still and protest as little as possible, forprotesting had always earned her more punishment. Afterwards, perversely perhaps,she had gone out with a boy her own age, who had asked to see her severelybruised bottom. She had showed him and, to her surprise, he had become veryexcited, asking urgently to have sex. Knowing at least something about therisks of becoming pregnant, Miss Martin had refused. The boy, however, wasmore experienced sexually than she was and, undeterred, had then persuadedher to try anal sex. He had been surprisingly careful and, sore though herbottom still was, she had actually enjoyed it. Thus, again, did particularkinds of pleasure and pain become even more strongly connected.

It was not the last time her stepfather her punished her and from this pointonwards he used the cane. These beatings were excruciatingly painful but, peculiarlyenough, Miss Martin actually found that she preferred the cane to other implementshe had formerly used. Perhaps it was because the immediate pain of the cane'simpact was almost paralyzing and usually, by the time that it began to subside,she had gained control over herself. Perhaps also it was because every timeshe was caned she remembered that peculiarly pleasant feeling of the boy squeezingin and out of her bottom.

The boy, unfortunately, had left the neighborhood almost immediately afterthe incident and she did not find a replacement for him, either male or female.Her stepfather had died about two years later, little lamented. Miss Martinhad gone on to nursing school, for it seemed a good profession. Being a veryintelligent young woman, she had done very well and continued on to a job inan excellent hospital. During this time, she had had a sequence of intimatefriends, both male and female, but none of them had been able to make lastingsense of her peculiar blend of intelligence, warmth, neediness, and masochism.She had learnt to exercise a very high degree of self-control and had beenboth very friendly but peculiarly distant with most people. But she had growninto a distinctly beautiful, fair haired and fine-figured young woman. It hadbeen clear at the hospital that several doctors had been extremely irritatedat finding so attractive a nurse so unavailable,

After acquiring an excellent training, she had accepted a job as nurse ina private girls' school, where she performed very well indeed. Having acquiredsuch a high degree of self-control, she never threatened the morals of theolder girls, even though she admitted to herself that she found some of themphysically attractive. And neither did she form any attachments to adults,either male or female, for experience had taught her to recognize people whowould be intimately compatible and she met no such person. Her excellent performanceled to a more senior job at another school, and then to a position as headnurse in another, smaller school. At this last school, corporal punishmentwith a tawse was sometimes administered and, since girls who had suffered thisindignity sometimes came to her afterwards, hoping for some relief, it washere that she finally saw the bottom of another person who had been chastised.In her actions she was entirely professional, suggesting nothing wrong aboutthe punishment itself but offering comfort and some salve. But she was entirelyfascinated by the bruising, characteristic of the tawse, with the long, dark-edged,rectangular red marks wrapping around the cheeks, and bluish patches on theright cheek where strokes overlapped. Long before, her stepfather had usedthe tawse on her but, at that time, she had seen the results only by twistinground to look in a mirror. Now she got to see them in detail, and on anotherbottom actually presented for her examination. It was also the case that rubbingsalve into the bottom cheeks of a tearful sixth-former lying face down on hernurse's table was a very pleasant experience. As a nurse, of course, she hadseen everything, male and female, and such experience had enabled her effectivelyto distance her feelings from the activity. But there was something rathermore personal about this particular activity, partly because of her identificationwith the events that had led up to it.

She had applied for the position of head school nurse at St. Swithin's assoon as she saw the advertisement, for the school was much larger and the salarycorrespondingly higher. A colleague had warned her that St. Swithin's had areputation for its severe discipline (a reputation which, of course, was shortlyto be much reinforced) but, not surprisingly, this did not deter Miss Martinfrom applying. On her visit for an interview, although she was a little dismayedat finding how remotely situated was the school, she had been very impressedwith the quality of the education and the school's resources. The sight ofthe cane hanging on a chair in the headmaster's study and his seemingly casualmention of both his disciplinary practices and the attendance expected of her,intrigued rather than offended her, for the cane had played an important rolein her own development and she had not seen one since. She was delighted whenher application was successful.

She soon settled into the school and was very popular with both pupils andstaff for, despite the distance she privately maintained for herself, she wasvery friendly and helpful. When Dr. Stanton had first informed her that anoffense deserving of the cane had been committed, her interest was intense.She knew, however, that she would have to maintain a cool and professionalattitude, even as she might also let Dr. Stanton know that she was quite comfortablewith the event. And so it was, for Dr. Stanton had not the faintest idea ofwhat was going through her mind.

When the young woman removed her skirt and knickers, as ordered, and presentedher bared bottom over the back of the chair, and Dr. Stanton adopted his positionto her left, raising his cane to measure his first stroke across the profferedtarget, it was as though Miss Martin was recovering the sense of identity thather childhood had imprinted on her some fifteen years earlier. She was almostmesmerized by the sight of the fully rounded, twinned cheeks presented to thecane as this implement bridged the dark cleft, and she felt not only the suddenstillness and silence in the room but also her own fear as she had been forcedto present her own bottom in such a similar way so long before. But now shealso realized that raising and rounding the female bottom in this way was singularlyeffective in maximizing its aesthetic and, equally, it was never one of themany views afforded during medical practice. She stared with dawning astonishmentat this remarkable association of beauty and pain.

Swish! Thwatt! Ooohoo Ow Oh! Ms. Martin almost jumped out her skin in sympatheticshock as the Headmaster, in a very well-practiced movement, suddenly releasedthe first stroke and the unfortunate young lady bucked her bottom and howledin protest. Ms. Martin's shock, however, turned into fascination again, asshe watched a momentary thin white line across the bare bottom turn red, thencrimson and begin to swell in the formerly smooth skin . Her reliving of herown experience, now as a peculiarly detached observer, was oddly mixed withher expert medical knowledge of what was going on under the skin of the strickencheeks to produce these colorful changes.

Fortunately, neither the Headmaster, nor the young lady, were in a positionto notice Miss Martin's initial reaction and, when the Headmaster stole a glanceat her (of which she was well aware), she had entirely composed herself. Shewatched the entire punishment, all eighteen strokes of it (the miscreant'sprotests would normally have earned her extra strokes, but Dr. Stanton, uncertainof Miss Martin's reaction, decided to forgo this in the interests of maintainingher approval), with continuing fascination and, when the young lady finallypulled her knickers back on, over her quite vividly striped bottom, put herskirt on again and fled tearfully from the room after a brief admonition fromthe Headmaster, Miss Martin knew exactly what and how the sorry young womanwas feeling.

She recognized in the Headmaster's concluding questions to her that he wassounding out her attitude, so she tried to give him reassurance without revealinganything of her own emotions and then took her leave. Subsequently Miss Martinattended the canings of a great many of the school's pupils and was, indeed,peripherally involved with Dr. Stanton's planning and construction of a newroom expressly for corporal punishment on the third floor of his residence.She maintained a remarkable balance in her professional attitude between cooperationwith Dr. Stanton's policies and friendly advice and ministration for the pupils.Meanwhile, she was thinking long and carefully about the desires that werewelling up inside her. It was not until almost a year and a half had passedthat she finally decided to take what was admittedly a large risk and commitherself to satisfying her impulses. Having determined to do so, she made sureto move with extreme care and waited until an interesting but comparativelymild session of punishment was sent to her for approval. Three of the moreinnocent pupils were scheduled each to receive a classic caning of six strokes.She thought this would be a suitable occasion for her fateful move, since shedid not want to make herself immediately vulnerable to the excitement thatshe often recognized in the Headmaster when he had finished a more severe caning.

The three pupils were called into the study together, where the Headmasterbriefly lectured them, having previously done so at greater length, and toldthem that they were each going to receive six with the cane, the one who wasless culpable six good strokes and the other two six of the best. The lattertwo were then sent to wait outside the study door, which was carefully leftajar, and the first miscreant, remaining on that critical spot in the centerof the study, was told to turn to her right, bend over with her feet together,and touch her toes. The Headmaster than folded her skirt up, pulled her knickersdown to her knees, and administered six very smart wrist-strokes across herbottom, producing a neat pattern of six, closely spaced red lines. The girlwas obviously both very startled and pained, but managed to maintain her position.Tears were oozing from her eyes, however, as she was ordered from the room.The next girl was called in and was told to remove her knickers and hold themin her hand, and then to face the right, place her feet apart and bend rightover, all of which she did with a reddening face. The headmaster raised herskirt, folding it up carefully, stood back measuring his distance with thecane and delivered a hard half-stroke. The miscreant shrieked and jumped upclutching her bottom. Her punishment was finally completed, with an extra twostrokes for bad behavior and, after desperately pulling up her knickers backover a bottom striped both more extensively and more scarlet than that of herpredecessor, she almost ran from the room. The third pupil was called in andcaned in the same manner as the second. She had looked rather rebellious sothe Headmaster delivered the strokes a little harder and the crimson stripesacross her bottom grew noticeably darker, but she managed to keep her positionand received only six strokes.

After the three miscreants were dispatched along the corridor and down thestairs, Dr. Stanton closed the study door. As he returned to the center ofthe room he suddenly found Miss Martin had made a very unusual move. She hadcome from behind the desk, from where she always observed the canings, andwas now more or less where the three girls had stood before bending over, standingthere with eyes downcast.

Dr. Stanton, who had come to wonder about Miss Martin's distinctive attitudetowards his disciplinary practices, had an immediately instinctive sense ofwhat was about to happen, but nevertheless proceeded extremely carefully.

"Well, Miss Martin, let us hope that those three have learnt an effectivelesson, though certainly I wonder whether their punishment was sufficientlysevere?"

A pause, then, suddenly but quietly, "Headmaster, my own behavior has beenequally dubious … I … I think it would be appropriate for youto give me six of the very best as well."

So! The moment that Dr. Stanton had occasionally allowed himself to envisionhad quite unexpectedly materialized! But he continued, again, cautiously. Herefrained from enquiring about her offense, which almost certainly was imaginedand probably irrelevant.

"Very well! It is unfortunate but, as you say, necessary. I will administersix-of-the-very-best … do you understand what that means?"

"Yes, headmaster, I do.'

He had asked because he always used deliberately specific terms and he knewthat Miss Martin was aware of them. Six-of-the-very-best meant that he raisedthe cane above his shoulder and delivered a full, very hard stroke. It alsonormally required the miscreant to remove both skirt and knickers before bendingover. Even more cautiously, however, he proceeded along this path.

"Very well, again! Will you please remove your skirt and knickers accordingly,turn to face the wall on your right, and bend over."

He was abbreviating his orders and leaving out some details, such as therequest to cross the room to place discarded clothes on a chair by the door,a short walk that inevitably resulted in exposure of the body below the blouse,and the command to place legs apart before bending over. Truth be told, hewas slightly flustered by this sudden development, but he also though it bestto leave some choices to Miss Martin, who knew well enough what was normallyexpected. In fact, she made some choices and, rather than walking across theroom, removed her skirt and panties (for they certainly were not regulationschool knickers) were she was standing, letting them drop to the floor, beforeturning in the necessary direction and bending over, but with feet together.

Dr. Stanton, at this moment, almost wished he could simply be an observerrather than an administrator, for here in front of him was suddenly revealed,completely bare, the bottom that he had secretly admired in its clothed privacyfor nearly two years. Her long, elegant legs were together, and in her position,bending right over with fingers touching the floor, the conjunction of thecleft between the glorious spheres of her bottom with the creases where bottommet thigh, and the tantalizing disappearance of these folds of flesh up intothe dark between her thighs, presented a view that he could have happily contemplatedfor some time. He would have loved to have done what he had often done withMiss Martin, rather than to her as would now have been the case, that is tobend forward himself and gaze into those intimate recesses between the thighs.Miss Martin, however, appeared to be offering him her bottom only, and notthose inner secrets. He thus remained strictly upright, concentrating his attentionon what was certainly the most desirable rear view of a female he had everbeen granted. He had seen a great many female bottoms presented in this position,but he had become extremely efficient at separating his outward actions fromhis inner reactions. Now, however, they threatened to reconnect in an almostirresistible way. The striking perfection of Miss Martin's bottom was not distinguishedfrom those he normally observed by its perfection alone, but also by the factthat she was wearing stockings and a suspender belt. The peculiar sight ofher cleft cheeks framed by the suspenders seemed to make them even more desirable – andalso more explicitly promised. But what if she were to abruptly change hermind, in which case she would probably leave and never be seen again?

He decided he should proceed with care but also with dispatch, while shewas still committed to this very peculiar choice. He was still holding thecane from the earlier punishment, so he took up his customary position to theleft of Miss Martin's proffered bottom and raised his cane to measure its firststroke across that perfection of divided symmetry. He noticed that her eyeswere wide open and that she was staring at the floor. She had confirmed thatit was six-of-the-very-best that she was expecting, but he left out his usualwarning about penalty strokes. He decided that his first stroke would be straightacross the crown of this extraordinary target, took an unusually deep breath,settled his aim, paused a moment, and then Swisshh THWATT! He felt the impactof rattan on bottom cheeks as the cane blurred and bounced in its own reactionto the striking instant and his inner desires surged at the signal.

Miss Martin's bottom gave a sudden jump as she uttered a loud gasp and hereyes squeezed shut. But she held her position and left Dr. Stanton contemplatingthe thin line that was crimsoning across the crown of her stilled bottom, stretchingbetween the nearer and the farther suspenders. It was real. She had asked forthe cane, he had administered the first stroke, she was still there, and theevidence of its impact was as clear as it could be. He paused but not for toolong, about fifteen seconds, and raised his cane to administer the second stroke.And so he continued, for six crackingly hard strokes. Having completed thesixth stroke, however, he suddenly found himself himself stranded at a loss,not knowing how to proceed, quickly filling with fear that this remarkableopportunity might yet collapse. The view of her stockings and suspenders somehownow seemed to paralyze him.

Miss Martin had not felt so unsure of herself for a very long time. Althoughshe had thought carefully through her entire plan many times over, once shehad taken the drastic step of initiating it she was consumed by anxiety andeven fear. Before she could think much further, however, she already foundherself ordered to remove skirt and panties. She was, in fact, too petrifiedto walk across the room, to the chair where miscreants were expected to performthis action, and simply dropped the garments to the floor beside her. Then,suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of helplessness she had not known since herchildhood, bent over to assume the fateful position. She tried to make hermind a blank, staring at the floor in front of her eyes as she sensed the Headmasteradopting the stance she had observed so often from behind the desk and felt,once again, that long, thin, threatening line of pressure across her bottom.At the last moment she remembered the advice she usually gave the girls whohad been sent to her before their canings were scheduled … breathe deeply!She took several deep breaths and held the last. Swisssh THWATT! Her long experienceallowed that awful sound to register clearly in her brain, even as the sharpline of fire suddenly leapt across her bottom. She heard herself gasp, squeezingher eyes shut with the quickly mounting pain and then letting out her breathas the pain began to ebb. She knew this so well, so very well. And so she keptto her chosen role, as the next five strokes seared her bottom, her feelingssinking back into her memory as they did. After the sixth stroke, however,her mind quickly reasserted itself, urgent with the knowledge that she hadto take charge again. She stood up rather quickly, her face red and her eyesstill wide, even as she completed her role.

"Thank you sir. I will try to improve my behavior, thank you sir," and thenshe bent again to grab her panties and skirt, hurriedly pulled them on, andfled from the room, face and bottom burning.

Dr. Stanton was somewhat taken aback by her abrupt departure, but also somewhatrelieved at not having had to decide what to do next. The time was now justbefore supper, a little after the hour at which canings were usually scheduled.Miss Martin went directly to her bedroom and Dr. Stanton, without knowing whereMiss Martin had gone, went to his. There, alone but consumed with each otherin their separate bedrooms, they both stood for a while, looking in their mirrors,trying to collect their tumbled thoughts and then both, under the same impulse,moved to seek solitary release of their powerfully pent-up feelings. Theirmethods were comparable. The main difference, except for that of anatomy, wasthat Miss Martin knelt on all fours so that she could see her own bottom ina mirror, staring at the crimson marks that were imprinted so vividly on bothher cheeks and her memory as she frantically fingered herself to climax, thepain in her bottom and her memory transformed in the hot crucible of her sex.Meanwhile, Dr. Stanton was feeling he might die of the pent-up tension, explodingwith the astonishment of the events in his study.

On the next day, as was usual, Dr. Stanton met Miss Martin in the courseof their duties. For Dr. Stanton the occasion was a very peculiar one. He was,of course, well used to meeting pupils whom he had caned just previously andgenerally enjoyed these encounters. The pupils usually looked somewhat embarrassedand averted their eyes, but Dr. Stanton would greet them as though nothinguntoward had happened, while privately imagining the state of their bottomsunder their school skirts. Miss Martin, however, appeared completely obliviousof what had occurred the previous evening and continued in the following daysto give him no clue as to her feelings, even when they met in his study forthe next scheduled caning, which occurred less than a week later. At least,however, she had not resigned her position.

It remained this way for several weeks and Dr. Stanton was beginning to believehe had imagined the entire episode. After one normally scheduled caning, however,she suddenly repeated the request for six-of-the-very-best and the first episodeswas repeated in exactly the same manner. Afterwards, she still continued asthough nothing had happened for several more weeks, but at least Dr. Stantonknew that he hadn't dreamt it.

Then it happened again, but this time she asked for eight-of-the-very-best.Dr. Stanton, of course, obliged. Then there was another long interval beforeshe suddenly asked again. This time, she not only asked for eight strokes butalso, of her own accord, walked across the study to the designated chair toremove her skirt and panties. Dr. Stanton, naturally enough, took advantageof this to catch a glimpse of her mons veneris, made very noticeable by thepatch of pubic hair that protected her slit, light-colored like the hair onher head but somewhat thicker than the pubic hair that he was used to seeingin his pupils. He was considerably excited by this glimpse but, unfortunately,in adopting her normal bent-over with legs together position, she still declinedto reveal any of the intimacies between her thighs. The eight strokes, however,were perfectly delivered and deeply satisfying.

Miss Martin was, characteristically, proceeding with great caution. She nowfelt that she could trust the headmaster to administer the cane with his normalprofessional standards, and she also felt confident with her own choice inreturning to this center of her psyche. She finally decided to take the lastmajor step and, accordingly, prepared carefully. She waited until a rathersevere punishment had been scheduled. Three of the senior pupils had been caughtplaying truant and were to receive 24 very hard strokes each. This, she knew,would leave the Headmaster in a very excited state. Shortly before going toattend this punishment, she administered herself an enema, placed a small bottleof Vaseline in a small purse, composed herself, and went to the study.

The punishment was indeed severe. The three young women were by now clearlyterrified of the fate that they had brought upon themselves, and their discomfortwas considerably increased when the Headmaster had them all remove all theirclothes at the same time, except for their socks, while he prepared the caningtable, and then ordered them to stand naked in a row in front of the desk.One by one, they were then ordered to bend over the table and present theirbottoms, raised bythe hump at the end of the table, and perfectly positionedfor the cane. As pupils who were inclined to misbehavior, they had all beencaned before, but not this severely. One of them received three extra strokesfor a total of twenty-seven and another received an extra six for a total ofthirty, but they all managed to survive their punishments well enough to avoidbeing strapped to the table. Miss Martin, of course, had a wonderful view ofall this, not only of the caning itself but of the purple-welted bottoms ofthe first two as they stood with their backs to her, hands on heir heads, aftertheir own canings were concluded. In addition, naturally enough, she had joinedthe Headmaster to inspect each of their bottoms after twelve strokes, and againof two of them after twenty-four strokes, giving her approval for the completionof their punishment. While doing so, taking advantage of all the usual sidebenefits, her long acquaintance with the headmaster had enabled her to sensethe rising excitement beneath his business-like exterior.

When seventy-eight sizzling thwacks of the cane had echoed through the study,punctuated by many gasps and cries of pain, and the weeping young ladies hadpulled their clothes back over their colorfully bruised bottoms and then hurriedfrom the room, the atmosphere was indeed electric. When the Headmaster returnedfrom seeing them down the stairs, he was not really surprised to find MissMartin standing in the significant spot at the center of the room. She didsurprise him this time, however, by requesting twelve strokes and stipulatingthat they should be over the table. She then delighted him by walking overto the chair and removing all her clothes, except for her stockings and suspenderbelt, before returning to bend over the table and offer her bottom to the cane.She delighted him yet more by parting her legs in the manner that was usuallyordered for pupils bent over the table. She did not encourage him to bend lowto inspect, but she knew that he could now at least glimpse the soft secretsbetween her thighs that she had so far denied him. Dr. Stanton, having suddenlyand without warning been granted a view of Miss Martin entirely naked (exceptfor her suspended belt and stockings), would, once again, have dearly likedto have simply stood there staring. But duty, in its very peculiar way, wascalling.

Miss Martin knew from frequent observation that the Headmaster always canedharder when the bottom was in a "bend-over-the-table" position rather thana "bend-over-and-touch-your-toes" position, even when the caning was meantto be of the same severity. She was, in fact, very nervous about the firststroke. She knew she must have excited him by taking off her clothes and shealso knew that he usually made the first stroke especially hard. She had itsseen its effect on a great many young women, as they jumped upright with ahowl, clutching their seared bottom. But so far he had not exercised the penalty-strokepolicy on her, and she did not wish him to. Neither did she want to spoil therules of control by breaking from her position. She knew that an almost hypnoticeffect of the caning usually set in after the second stroke and so she hadmake sure that she could stay in place at least for the first two. Fear anddoubt began to assail her again, as they had when she had first presented herselfto the Headmaster for a caning, but she knew she would go through with it.

She slide her feet apart, having already decided that she would offer himthis view, and bent over the table, as she had previously imagined herselfdoing while watching other unfortunate young ladies presenting themselves fortheir punishment. The table seemed at once strange, familiar and even comforting.She knew how the cushion at its end was pushing up her bottom, parting hercleft and rounding her full cheeks as a target for the cane that the Headmasterwas holding. She sensed him moving around and at last felt the thin pressureof the cane across her bottom. This time she closed her eyes, took severaldeep breaths and clutched the edge of the table as tightly as she could …

SwisshhTHWATT! Oh my God! It hurt so much! After a split second of an almostindescribable shock for a few moments the burning grew worse and worse, beforeslowly softening. But it left her knowing she could manage it. She also knewthat hearing the sound of the cane hissing through the air and cracking acrossher cheeks was an essential part of her excitement. As the pain receded, shetook several more deep breaths. Then her ears, her bottom and her whole beingbegan to feel that fearful but urgent expectation of the next stroke, an expectationthat always held her helplessly in place until a caning was finally over .

The caning was indeed hard, so hard that she still had great difficulty inholding her position, but she gripped the table as tightly as she could while,twelve times, the cane hissed and thwacked, the shock exploded in her bottomand the fire streaked across it. Her gasps and stifled cries and the jumpingand twisting of her hips became quite involuntary, as was the fact that thesemovements, with the inevitable squeezings and openings of her bottom cheeks,finally afforded Dr. Stanton not only clearer glimpses of her sex but alsoquite shamelessly revealed what he had so longed to see, namely the pale browncircle of her anus.

When the twelfth stroke had been delivered, there the two of them were again,both of them panting, and with the Headmaster having no idea as to how to continue.But Miss Martin now knew what she wanted, and as the burning of the last strokeslowly faded she took charge of the by now almost breathless Headmaster. Hewas shortly to be even more breathless.

"Pickup that purse I've left on the desk …. have you got it?"

"Uh … yes …"

"There's some Vaseline in it, get your finger covered with it and come andstick your finger in my anus … ." A fumbling pause and shuffling offeet (she could not see the look of momentary bewilderment on his face followedby faint comprehension), the sound of a metal lid being unscrewed. Then shefelt his finger pressing into her cleft and finding her hole.

"That's good, now work it around … that's right … now moreVaseline … good! Now put someone yourself and stick it in my anus!"

She was now completely in charge and raised her head to look back along thetable, watching with some concern as the Headmaster first of all seemed asthough he did not understand her orders and then, finally grasping the pointand regaining control of himself, began to fumble his trousers and underpantsoff, still looking as though he might be too confused to succeed in the task.It was obvious that he was, in fact, much less experienced sexually than wasshe. But he finally manage to remove both trousers and underpants, and shesaw him move right behind her and felt the greasy pressure of his fingers andthen his hardness, moving against her bottom cheeks. She reached back withboth hands and pulled them apart, wincing as her fingers pressed into the weltsleft by the cane.

"Now! Put it against the opening and push … slowly, not too hard … that'sright! Now more … deeper … yes, right in…. now leave itthere a moment!"

At this moment the paths of Miss Martin and Dr. Stanton were finally converging,deep in the moist, secret, darkness of her rectum. Their convergence had beenpartly a happy coincidence, partly the result of Dr. Stanton's foresight (thoughthis foresight had been focused on a different objective), and partly the outcomeof Miss Martin's careful planning. Although Dr. Stanton had long been adeptat carefully convoluted justification for the pleasure he took in having thefemale intimacies of his pupils presented to his eyes, in admiring what heconsidered to be the esthetic perfection of a female bottom bared and bent,and in his subsequent administration of the cane across its cheeks, he wasalso well aware that he used his position of higher authority repeatedly togain sexual satisfaction for himself. Even when Miss Martin, somewhat but notentirely to his surprise, had begun to offer her own bottom to his cane, hehad remained emotionally distant from Miss Martin herself. He had, of course,been delighted at the opportunity to observe at such close quarters a femalebottom that he considered close to perfection in its pairing of fullness withyouthful firmness. He had, equally, known that he longed for the privilegeof peering even more closely between her thighs, something that he regularlypermitted himself with his miscreant pupils, and he had thrilled to the exhilaratingsound and feel of his cane's hiss and thwatt as he flashed it down across MissMartin's smooth, round cheeks, watching with his customary satisfaction asthe line of its impact whitened, reddened, purpled and then became a perfectimprint of the cane's form, slowly raising itself in the formerly smooth, whiteflesh. Though the reactions to all this were powerfully vivid within him, MissMartin's bottom had still remained a curiously remote, even if deeply sensualobject, one which that he stroked only with his eyes and his cane.

On this occasion, however, as Miss Martin had, for the first time, chosento undress and then bend over the caning bench to receive this rather severepunishment, he had realized that something was going to be different, evenif he did not quite know what it would be. He had delivered the strokes withsomewhat more strength than usual, feeling and watching with equivalently evenmore satisfaction than usual the thwack and marking of their impact, even ashe worried that Miss Martin might suddenly leap up in an agonized reversalof her offering. And, after administering her twelfth stroke, finding himselfsuspended in a state of indecision, he was relieved once again by her suddenorders, which, although utterly surprising, were also so clear and so decidedthat he immediately began to follow them with almost no thought, even if withconsiderable awkwardness. He managed to find the jar of Vaseline in her handbag,to stagger out of his pants and underpants, to jam his fingers into the jar,and then turn hurriedly to the bottom that Miss Martin was still thrustingout for his unobstructed attention. He found himself pushing his vaselinedfingers into her cleft and probing at the hard ring of her anus, now drivencompletely by desire, without even thinking that he had spent much of the pastfew weeks hoping for a privilege far less intimate than this. Instinctively,he maneuvered a finger against the ring of her anus, forcing it to open slightlyand then feeling the softness inside, past the hardness and then, as Miss Martinreached back and pulled her bottom cheeks apart, stretching her sphincter sothat a small opening darkened in its center, he grabbed the painful, pulsinghardness of his cock in the vaseline smeared fingers of his right hand, almostdoubling over at the reflex that ran through his crotch even at the touch ofhis own hand, then desperately shuffling close to the backs of her thighs,bending over slightly and pushing his cock slightly downwards to bring it'shead against the small, Vaseline smeared opening that she was stretching forhim, finally pressing with irresistible urgency into that very center of personalprivacy that Miss Martin was so irresistibly offering him.

For a moment he struggled to keep control of himself as the head of his cockremained jammed against the resisting firmness of Miss Martin's anus and hisshaft, rigid though it was, bent painfully in his grasp. Then, suddenly, miraculously,her anus began to stretch, its resistance dissolved, and he found himself slidingbetween her cheeks and into the center of her bottom, feeling the tightnessof her sphincter squeezing its way along his shaft towards its root and hisbelly, while its head disappeared into the formless softness deep within herbottom. His knees trembled and threatened to buckle, as unbearably intensesensations erupted in the skin of his cock, shivered back along its shaft andflashed into his own belly.

Miss Martin felt a twinge of pain as her anus suddenly gave way to the pressureand began to stretch itself around Dr. Stanton's cock. She gasped for a momentat this violation that she had so urgently invited, as she felt the long, smoothhardness sliding through her anus and the soft movements of an invasion deepwithin her bottom. For a moment she wondered at the mysteriously vague placesmoving within her, not really in her belly, more as though she was turninginto a receptacle attached to her arsehole. Then tremors began to run throughher pelvis and she gave in to the peculiarly satisfying sensations of the movementsspreading out into her body from its center in her up-thrust bottom. It wasso long, so long since she had felt these sensations invading her from outsideher own body.

Her mind fluttered wildly between surrender and the urge to control. Hermind reasserted itself and she deliberately waited until she felt herself relax.Then she began to move against him.

"Now! In and out … slowly … good … now more!"

She had reached back behind her to pull her bottom cleftapart and let him enter. Now she brought both hands forward, gripped the endof the bench with her left and reached back again under her stomach with herright, between her belly and the hump at the end of the caning bench. She foundher clitoris, feeling his slippery hardness just beyond it, sliding to andfro past her fingers, sensing its pushing deep in her bottom. The vigorousthrusts of his hips against her bruised bottom were painful, but it was a painnow dissolving in the pulsing that seemed to fill her pelvis. She could tellfrom Dr. Stanton's panting and urgent movements that he was likely to comevery soon, She did not want to be left behind, with him collapsing over herback and she began to rub herself furiously, fingers squeezing and slippingfrantically around her Vaseline-covered clitoris. In one corner of her mindshe realized she was grateful for the softness of the cushion that raised herhips, but most of her brain was dissolving into a compaction of sensations,the long cane searing her bottom and the headmaster's long hardness pumpinginto it. She was now barely aware of the headmaster's increasingly loud pantingand the sudden squelching sounds as he came, a violent jerk that pushed herhard against the caning bench, an abrupt pause in his frantic thrusting, hiscock spurting deep inside her and, after a moment's paralysis, a renewed thrustingviolently in and out of her bottom in few last, desperate spasms.

The end result was very messy, profoundly satisfying toboth of them, though still in their different worlds, and leaving them spenton their separate paths. Dr. Stanton had become mindless, pumping like an animalagainst her until the abrupt explosion of his lust left him gasping, limp atthe knees and somewhat dizzy. He half collapsed over her, grabbing her shoulders,twisting and jerking his hips against her in his last, semi-conscious effortsto milk some final pleasure from his cock, still buried deep in her rectum,.He had been barely aware of the frantic movements which had also convulsedthe body he was now lying over, let alone of how the spasms of Miss Martin'ssex and the jerking of her pelvis had so much intensified his own sensations.

As his mental faculties slowly returned and some sense ofhis own person began to collect itself around the periphery of where his beinghad temporarily relocated its center, in his crotch, he realized that he was,in fact, the headmaster , that he had just caned three of his pupils, muchagainst their will, had caned Miss Martin, at her own request, and that hewas now lying on top of her, after having sex with her in a peculiarly intimatemode of engagement, of which he had previously barely dreamed. He forced himselfto his feet and, as he did so, was granted a view that impressed itself sodeeply on his memory, which for months after constantly threatened him withsevere embarrassment. At its mere recollection his penis would stand bolt upright.For, as he now tried to stand up, he looked down, naturally enough, to wherehis cock, still rigid, slowly began to pull out of Miss Martin's anus. Suddenly,it emerged completely, with a very slight plop! For a moment, arsehole remainedvisibly open before it slowly tightened. It was rimmed by a froth of white,where his ejaculation had been pumped out by his thrusting shaft. A few thickdriblets, also white (little did he guess why) were slowly oozing out of heranus and down the grove between her labia. Startling though this sight wouldhave been in any case, it was made much more so by the fact that her cleftwas a startling pale valley, edged by the now brilliantly hued corrugationsof her caning, the swollen crimson welts touched by purple as they ran acrossthe reddened cheeks, from the point at which the cane had first landed on herleft cheek, bridging the pale cleft with its oozing sphincter, and stretchingto where its tip had curled around her right cheek, the long fingers of itsimpacts splaying slightly outwards and bluish, swollen bumps marking its bitingend in the soft flesh.

For a moment, Dr. Stanton felt he finally understood hislife, spiraling centrifugally, outwards in space and backwards in time, fromthe center of this extraordinary vision. Then he sought, desperately, for away become again what he knew he was, the headmaster.

For Miss Martin the psychological dynamics were reversed.As Dr. Stanton's cock had pumped furiously in and out of her bottom, her fingershad worked just as furiously in her slippery slit, with the result that shebarely registered his explosive orgasm. She was overcome by the spasms withinher own sex, as its convulsions of ecstacy leapt through her belly and filledher brain, before slowing into gentler ripples that continued to run throughher mind, telling her that her patient plans had reached an entirely gratifyingconclusion. Her past seemed to be converging centripetally in her belly, whereher long obsession with the ability of a beating across her own bottom to transformpain into pleasure, and her parallel but rarely fulfilled desire to feel thethrusting of sex into the seat of this pleasure, had finally merged. When thislast caning had started, for a few moments she had found it so painful thatshe had feared her plans had been delusional. But she had kept her positionand her determination, and now she knew that she had been right.

As a nurse, Miss Martin took an almost perverse delightin the messiness with which it had ended and, when she herself had managedto stand up again, with the obvious embarrassment that had overtaken Dr. Stantonas he realized that, this time, neither Miss Martin nor himself could simplywalk out of the room. The study, fortunately, had a bathroom (girls who werebeing caned sometimes had to relieve themselves) and they both, with a peculiarformality, took turns in using it to clean up and get dressed again. Dr. Stantoneven muttered something about "Ladies first!," with perhaps just a glimmerof irony. Having made themselves respectable again, after acknowledging inrather subdued tones that Dr. Stanton's latest caning of three pupils had been "rathersatisfactory,' they proceeded to make tea and polite conversation, before finallygoing their separate ways.

After such a momentous event, however, the relationshipbetween Dr. Stanton and Miss Martin did become both mutual and explicit. Theyquite often discussed both the school's practice of caning and their own participationin these canings, and sometimes also their very private indulgence. Dr. Stantonwas extremely careful not to allow any glimpse to others of this relationship,and Miss Martin continued her distinctive approach to those many young ladieswho were ordered to the Headmaster's study. She always let them know that suchdiscipline was proper and indeed essential to maintaining an excellent educationalinstitution, but she also offered them advice and sympathy, including the availabilityof comforting measures after their caning, should they desire it. Not surprisingly,some pupils found her attitude somewhat ambiguous and, indeed, rumors sometimescirculated through the school. Such is the nature of boarding schools, however,that these rumors were never taken seriously.

Despite the intimacy of their activities, and their discussions about whatkind of punishment Miss Martin was herself prepared to suffer, they were notexactly affectionate with each other, even in private, and they were both perfectlycontent with this reservation. As for the private privileges Miss Martin continuedto allow Dr. Stanton, they were always at her own choosing. She kept her subjectionto the cane at intervals of months rather than weeks and never offered hima bottom on which signs of earlier encounters were still visible, and she neverallowed him to administer more than eighteen strokes. She did not, in fact,like walking around feeling bruises on her bottom, for her main pleasures wereconfined to the experience of the caning itself and feeling the hot ache andthe corrugations of the tramlines across her cheeks in the immediate aftermath.She did, however, continue to offer her bottom to him for that other purposewith rather greater frequency, even if not invariably on those occasions onwhich she had asked for the cane, and there were several occasions on whichtheir excitement threatened to let his maid, at least, suspect their strangeconjunctions in pain and pleasure.