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Helen Downey sat in Jasmine Storey’s office, nervously awaiting her annual appraisal. She knew that she had performed adequately enough to pass her newly qualified teacher induction but was never sure about whether it was good enough to meet the strict Deputy Head Mistress’ standards. Ms. Storey opened her filing cabinet and spent a few moments flicking through the collection of documents until she found Helen Downey’s teaching file and removed it, gently closing the drawer and walking back to her desk, behind which she sat down.

Jasmine smiled at Helen as she opened the A4 sized cardboard file and began to study it closely. It took her a few minutes to work her way through the document before she reached the end, upon which, she closed it dramatically and sat back in her leather backed swivel chair.

“Well, I’m delighted to say that you have passed your induction year with us, Helen.” Ms. Storey’s smile widened.

“It seems that everyone from Miss Hickman and Mrs. McNamara are more than pleased with your performance and they both speak of you in glowing terms, Helen,” she continued, looking over at the twenty-three-year-old woman.

“Thank you, Ms. Storey. It has been a really exhausting year,” Helen Downey smiled nervously.

“I’m sure it has been, but you have done very well, Helen. You have settled in very quickly and your colleagues and most importantly, the girls, have taken to you.” Jasmine Storey sat back in her chair.

“Your lesson observations have always been good or outstanding and your classroom management has been first-rate. I’m very pleased to say that you have successfully completed your induction year at St. Katherine’s School.” Jasmine ran her hand through her long brown hair.

“I’ve just tried to take on board all the useful advice that everyone has given me,” Helen admitted.

Ms. Storey got to her feet and walked around to the front of her desk before sitting down inches away from where Helen was seated.

“I’m really delighted for you, Helen. However, there is an issue that I feel has not been dealt with sufficiently.” Ms. Storey took a deep breath and looked down at the younger woman.

“And what that be, Ms. Storey?” Helen Downey already knew what the issue was and shuffled around in her seat.

Ms. Storey smiled and took Helen Downey’s right hand in her left before replying.

“I think we both know what this problem is, Helen. I know that it has still been going on despite my best efforts, hasn’t it?” Ms. Storey unintentionally opened her legs.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Storey. I just don’t know why I can’t stop doing that to the girls after I have punished them.” The young History teacher looked down at the floor.

Jasmine Storey squeezed the woman’s small right hand.

“Well, I have tried and if I have failed, Helen, then I may have to get creative in order to find a suitable solution to the problem. I cannot allow it to go on and I need to show you that it really needs to stop. Fair enough, punish the girls but once they have been punished, then send them back to class.”

Helen Downey shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Storey.” She looked up into Jasmine’s eyes.

The older lady smiled before letting the twenty-three-year-old’s hand go.

“Well, I may have a solution, Helen. Are you busy on Friday night?” Ms. Storey smiled

“No, Ms. Storey,” she replied honestly.

“Good. I want you to come to my house and we can deal with this once and for all.” The tall Deputy Head Mistress got to her feet.

“Won’t your daughters be there?” Helen Downey asked in a panic.

The older lady laughed.

“Oh, the twins are spending the weekend at their dad’s and Aleesha is going out with her friends, so we’ll have the house to ourselves.” Jasmine smiled and returned to her seat behind her desk.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be there,” Miss Downey answered nervously.

“Great. I’ll email you my address and I’ll see you at about 7pm on Friday night. We will sort this problem out, young lady,” Ms. Storey replied sternly.

The two ladies continued to chat about various things for a further twenty minutes before Jasmine got to her feet and ended the meeting, holding her office door open and watching the younger woman leave and walk back down the corridor and towards her classroom. Helen Downey spent the next two days thinking about how the Deputy Head Mistress was going to deal with the issue of the young History Mistress “soothing” the girls after she had punished them.

Friday arrived and Helen was shocked from her daydream by her computer beeping, announcing the arrival of a new email. It was from Jasmine. Miss Downey nervously clicked on the message and watched it open, closing her eyes before opening them once more, focusing totally on the message and began to read its content.

Good Morning, Helen. I hope that you have had a good week. Not too long now until the summer holidays! I have not seen you to chat to since our meeting on Tuesday afternoon. Just to confirm with you about tonight. I think if you arrive at about 7:30pm then we can have a chat and hopefully sort out the continuing issues that you are experiencing when punishing the girls. I think that I may have found a treatment that may resolve this issue for you. My home address is 7 Rockville Avenue, Durham. It’s quite easy to find and is the fourth house on the left-hand side of the road. You can’t miss it – it’s the only one in the whole road with a grey front door. I like to be different.

I need to remind you that you have agreed to the course of treatment that I have in mind and if you back out, or refuse it, then I may have to reconsider your position at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School. I cannot have continued incidents like those you have described to me in our previous meetings so hopefully, we can deal with this between us.

I look forward to seeing you tonight at 7:30pm. Have a good day,

Jasmine Storey – Deputy Head Mistress

Miss Downey took a deep breath and exhaled deeply. She tapped out a quick reply to the message.

Hello, Ms. Storey. I will be there at 7:30pm and do agree to the course of treatment that you have in mind for me.

Helen Downey

Helen did not hang around long after the end of school that day and hurried home. She showered and spent an age doing her hair and make-up. She ate a quick dinner of chicken and salad before returning to her bedroom and deciding on what to wear. After what seemed like an age, the twenty-three-year-old teacher opted for a silky short-sleeved white blouse and short blue and white silky skirt. She slipped on a pair of comfortable black shoes and busied herself by checking that she had everything she needed in her handbag.

At 6:30pm she nervously picked up her bag and headed out of the front door and out into the warm summer evening. She carefully checked the door behind her and once satisfied that it was locked, she walked over to her car which she unlocked. Helen took one final look back at her house before opening the driver’s side door and carefully took her seat behind the wheel. She spent a few more moments checking her appearance in the mirror and checking her mobile phone for messages. Once she realised that there was no point in putting this off any longer, she placed the keys in the ignition, started the engine and drove out of her road and began the forty-minute drive to Jasmine Storey’s address. She was nervous but had a strange tingly feeling between her legs at the thought of more counselling from the strict forty-five-year-old Deputy Head Mistress.

Helen drove slowly, and with the heavy traffic on the roads, she pulled into Jasmine’s road shortly after 7.20pm that Friday night. She frowned as she noticed that the Deputy Head Mistress’ driveway was full with two cars and pulled up across the drive, turning her engine off and sat thinking to herself for a moment.

'Must be Aleesha’s car,' she thought to herself.

Miss Downey looked in the rearview mirror and checked her make-up and appearance. She smiled. She looked perfect. She reached across to her passenger seat and picked up her handbag. She brought out her mobile phone and checked for messages. She had none.

Helen removed her keys from the ignition and opened her door, carefully stepping out into the summer evening. She closed her car door carefully and locked her car’s central locking. The young teacher walked the short distance from Jasmine’s driveway to her front door. The twenty-three-year-old pressed the doorbell gently and winced as it rang loudly.

Within a few moments, she heard voices coming from inside the house and soon could see through the frosted glass in the door the form of a slim woman walking down the hallway towards the front door. Within seconds she was face-to-face with Jasmine Storey, who smiled at her.

“Glad you could make it, Helen. Hope the traffic wasn’t too bad. Won’t you come on in?” The smile on the tall lady’s face grew wider.

“Thanks,” Helen Downey replied, not taking her eyes off the Deputy Head Mistress.

She stepped past Jasmine, who held the door open, closing it gently behind Helen once she had taken a few steps inside.

“Straight through, Helen and it’s the first room on your right.” Ms. Storey watched the young History Mistress walk slowly down the hallway and enter her living room.

Once she had entered the room, she immediately noticed the red-haired woman sitting on the leather sofa and soon afterwards, her eyes focused on the cane and strap laid neatly across the expensive-looking coffee table. The large-breasted lady in the short-sleeved white blouse smiled at her and sat back on the sofa. Within a moment, Jasmine Storey had joined them and re-took her seat in one of her armchairs.

“Sit down please, Helen.” She pointed to the other armchair with her right hand and smiled as Helen Downey tentatively took a seat, not taking her eyes from the red-haired woman in the white uniform-style blouse.

The ladies sat in silence for a few more moments before Jasmine spoke.

“Helen, this is Joanne. She used to be Head Girl at St. Katherine’s six years ago,” she smiled.

“Seven, Miss,” Joanne Wilson interrupted and smiled across at the older lady.

“Oh, yes. Sorry. Seven years ago,” Ms. Storey laughed and sat forward in her armchair.

“She now works with my cousin at the FCI in York and is a Senior Corrections Officer,” the Deputy Head Mistress nodded.

Jasmine Storey tried to judge Helen’s reaction to this revelation, but there wasn’t one. Helen Downey had no idea about what the FCI was, although something in the back of her mind was telling her that she should know what it was.

“She canes naughty girls for a living and seen as my methods to correct you have failed, young lady, I thought that Joanne here may have a little more success in getting through to you.” Ms. Storey picked up her glass of white wine and took a sip before continuing.

“You really must stop pleasuring the girls after punishing them, Helen, and perhaps a punishment from Joanne here may drive that message home.” She smiled and got to her feet, walking across to where Helen Downey sat.

“What do you think, Helen?” Ms. Storey laughed as she realised that the young teacher hadn’t taken her eyes off the red-haired woman sitting on the sofa.

“Yes, Ms. Storey, if that’s what it takes for me to keep my job at the school,” Helen spat out.

She could see the older woman’s uniform clearly now. The short-sleeved white blouse with navy shoulder boards with some insignia on them, the gold name badge with the words “Senior Corrections Officer” printed in capital letters, her knee-length black skirt and her shiny black leather shoes.

“Very well then, Miss Downey. I shall hand matters over to Joanne here and you will do exactly what she tells you and take the punishment she administers. Is that clear?” she asked softly.

“Yes, Ms. Storey,” Helen replied in a whisper.

Jasmine Storey turned away from Helen and smiled at Joanne, who sat forward on the leather sofa.

“Over to you, Joanne,” Ms. Storey said as she returned to her armchair and sat down.

After a few moments, the large-breasted, red-headed lady stood up and adjusted her black skirt and white blouse. She stared at Helen Downey and smiled sweetly.

“Right, Miss Downey. I need you to stand up and take all of your clothes off.” Joanne Wilson placed both hands on her hips and waited for Helen to comply.

The diminutive History Mistress slowly and carefully got to her feet and stared at Jasmine, who simply nodded at her, expecting her to carry out Joanne’s instructions. Helen turned her attention to the red-haired woman in the white blouse and black skirt. She stood there expressionless, her large breasts standing out proudly under the tight white cotton short-sleeved blouse she was wearing. Helen began to undress slowly.

First, Helen Downey kicked off her black shoes and bent down, picking them up and placed them out of the way. She returned her focus to Joanne, who continued to stare at her. Next, the twenty-three-year-old teacher unzipped her short blue and white patterned skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor before she stepped out of it and reached down to pick it up, folding it neatly and placing it over the arm of the chair that she had been sitting on. Helen continued to undress by unbuttoning her silky white blouse, which she placed on top of her skirt which lay on the chair. After a moment’s hesitation, she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, which she removed carefully, placing it on top of the growing pile of clothes. Finally, she reached down the sides of her white knickers, slipping them down and stepping out of them, picking them up and throwing them on top of her bra.

The young teacher wanted to cover her breasts and vagina with her hands, but Joanne was not going to hang about. She moved the coffee table out of the way and walked to the far corner of the large living room, returning moments later with one of the high-backed dining chairs. She smiled over at Jasmine Storey, who sat watching the build-up with her hands in her lap. The young Corrections Officer sat down and ironed the creases from her black skirt, which rose up, revealing her powerful and shapely legs.

“Come and put yourself over my lap, Helen.” Joanne Wilson sat back in the chair and moved her arms out of the way, staring up at Helen who slowly moved over to her.

Nervously, Miss Downey reached over the older woman’s knee and placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her. She shuffled around on Joanne’s black skirt until she was comfortable and then looked over at Ms. Storey. The Corrections Officer placed her large left hand firmly on Helen’s lower back and her right hand began rubbing Helen’s cold bottom gently.

“We need to ensure that Miss Downey stops masturbating the sixth form girls, Joanne,” Jasmine Storey laughed.

Joanne concentrated on touching every inch of Helen’s small bottom and backs of legs.

“Yes, Ms. Storey. I’m sure that Helen won’t be misbehaving when she returns to St. Katherine’s next September.” She pulled the twenty-three-year-old History Mistress further into her blouse and skirt and raised her right hand in the air.

The ex-Head Girl paused, her hand raised high in the air. She looked at Jasmine and smiled. The forty-five-year-old Deputy Head Mistress smiled back, and Joanne’s hand was sent hurtling towards the small bottom lying secured over her lap, landing moments later with a loud “slap!”

Helen Downey squirmed once the pain had registered in her brain, but this simply led to the strong red-haired lady pulling her further into her lap before beginning her onslaught against Helen’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The experienced disciplinarian laid out half a dozen slow and painful smacks across the centre of Miss Downey’s small, but fleshy 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!”

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

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

Twenty-five-year-old Joanne Wilson held Helen tightly and said nothing as she concentrated on turning Miss Downey’s bottom a bright shade of red.

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

“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 young Corrections Officer slapped hard and slow, catching every part of Miss Downey’s bottom, which soon became hot to the touch. Joanne remained silent and decided to show the beautiful young woman exactly how much a spanking could hurt. She laid out a rapid-fire dose of her hard right hand across Helen Downey’s buttocks and most painfully, in the creases between her bum cheeks and thighs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Helen Downey stared at the light-coloured carpet in front of her, bit gently into her lip and tried to stop the tears that had long since started to form in her eyes. She had been spanked before by Ms. Storey, but this was something else. Joanne Wilson spanked ten times as hard as Jasmine did. She could not believe that someone could be harder than the experienced Deputy Head Mistress.

After a further five minutes, Joanne stopped the first part of Helen’s punishment and placed her left hand on the young teacher’s lower back. She smiled as she heard Helen sniffing and sobbing and rubbed the younger woman’s bottom with her right hand. Joanne looked over at Jasmine, who had got to her feet and was looking down upon Helen, who lay there, head down, focused on the carpeted floor in front of her, over the ex-Head Girl’s knees.

“So, what will be next, Joanne?” Ms. Storey gently stroked Helen’s long, dark hair with her right hand.

“Well, I have brought the Canadian Prison strap with me as it seems to be the most effective implement when you want to drive a message home, Miss.” Joanne touched Helen between her legs and could feel the dampness immediately.

“Up you get, Miss Downey and go and bend over the dining table over there, please.” Joanne Wilson took her hands from Helen’s bottom and sat back on the high-backed dining chair, allowing the younger woman to get to her feet.

Helen lay still for a moment, pushing her crotch into Joanne’s bare legs before struggling to her feet. She stood for a moment looking through teary eyes, first at Joanne and then at Jasmine, who was standing close to her. The young History Mistress wiped the tears from her eyes before walking across to the wooden dining table. She slowly and carefully reached across and rested her head in her arms.

Behind her, Jasmine walked over to the table and watched as the Corrections Officer got to her feet. Joanne readjusted her skirt which had risen up while she had had Helen over her knees. She bent down and picked up the thick and heavy, tan-coloured Canadian Prison strap from the coffee table. The twenty-five-year-old walked over to the dining table and stood behind Helen, whose bottom was already bright red from the severe hand spanking that had just been administered to her buttocks.

“Okay, Ms. Storey. How many strokes does Miss Downey deserve?” Joanne took up her position at Helen’s left-hand side and measured out the two-foot long piece of holed leather across Helen’s exposed buttocks.

“How many girls did you 'soothe,' Helen?” Jasmine Storey asked softly.

It took Miss Downey a few moments to answer through her sniffs and sobs.

“Fourteen, Ms. Storey,” Helen replied tearfully.

“Then that’s how many strokes you need, isn’t it, young lady?” Ms. Storey smiled as she watched Joanne take the strap back over her right shoulder.

“Ms. Storey, you need to hold Helen’s hands securely so she can’t move, if you don’t mind?” She waited and watched as the Deputy Head Mistress did as she had been instructed.

Joanne Wilson waited until she was satisfied. She took a deep breath and a moment later brought the nasty strap whistling through the air, hurtling towards Mss Downey’s vulnerable buttocks.

“Whap!” The nasty piece of holed leather landed across the fleshy centre of Helen’s small bottom.

It took a moment for the intense pain to register in Miss Downey’s brain and once it had, she screamed and tried to move, only finding that she couldn’t as Jasmine held her wrists securely in her hands.

“One!” Joanne announced.

She took the strap back over her right shoulder and paused before bringing it down once more a few moments later.

“Whap!” The prison strap bit deep into Helen Downey’s right buttock.

“Two!” Miss Wilson said in an authoritative tone of voice.

She returned the strap to her right shoulder and waited for Helen Downey to recover her composure. She was crying uncontrollably, and Ms. Storey was struggling to hold the young woman in place. Finally, she settled, and Joanne took aim once more.

“Whap!” Miss Downey received a stroke across the dead centre of her small bottom.

“Three!” Joanne said as she returned the strap to her right shoulder.

“Whap!” Helen squirmed as the strap hit home once more.

“Four!” the twenty-five-year-old announced.

She paused for a few moments before nodding to Jasmine and sending the next stroke on its way.

“Whap!” The Prison Strap kissed Helen’s bottom low down and she squirmed for all she was worth.

“Five!” Miss Wilson said coldly once Miss Downey had settled over the table once more.

“Whap!” The tan-coloured strap left its mark on Miss Downey’s sore and bruised bottom.

“Six!” Miss Wilson said softly, pausing for a moment to inspect the small bottom lying in front of her.

The red-headed Corrections Officer touched Miss Downey’s small bottom with her right hand and ran her hand over every inch of the younger lady’s bottom and thighs. They were extremely warm to the touch and Helen Downey was gasping for breath in between the sniffs and sobs. The ex-Head Girl decided to end this part of the woman’s punishment as quickly, and as hard as she physically could. She returned the strap to her right shoulder and resumed her work.

“Whap!” The seventh stroke connected solidly with Helen’s left bum cheek.

“Seven!” Joanne said as she returned the nasty piece of leather to her shoulder.

“Whap!”

“Eight!” Miss Wilson announced as she watched Jasmine Storey struggle to hold Helen Downey in place over the table.

After a few moments, the young History Mistress had calmed down and Joanne sent the next stroke on its way.

“Whap!”

“Nine!” the Corrections Officer said icily.

“Whap!” The tears were flowing freely from Helen’s eyes.

“Ten!” came Joanne’s voice a few moments later.

“Whap!” The nasty strap caught Helen low down across her bottom, and she moved around, trying to get away from the pain that had been inflicted on her bottom.

“Eleven!” Miss Wilson announced. She took the strap back over her right shoulder once more.

“Whap!” The thick piece of leather landed across the centre of the teacher’s bottom.

“Twelve!” The red-haired woman took a deep breath.

“Whap!” The stroke landed in the identical spot to the previous one.

“Thirteen!” The ex-Head Girl paused and smiled at Ms. Storey, who held Miss Downey’s wrists as tightly as she could.

Joanne Wilson smiled as she returned the tan-coloured leather strap to her right shoulder and brought it down for a final time, smiling as it landed with an almost deafening sound that echoed around the large dining and living room.

“Whap!”

“Fourteen!” Joanne Wilson announced as she turned and walked back to the coffee table in the living room.

She laid the holed Prison strap on the coffee table and picked up the three-foot-long reformatory cane, which she flexed in her hands. She swished it through the air for effect a few times as she made her way back over to the table, where Jasmine Storey continued to restrain Helen over the dining table.

“Twelve with this reformatory cane, Miss?” Joanne asked the Deputy Head Mistress.

Ms. Storey looked up at the ex-Head Girl and smiled.

“I think that will definitely drive the message home, won’t it, Helen?” She looked down as the younger woman slowly lifted her head and looked at her.

Helen Downey was crying, sniffing and sobbing uncontrollably and it took her a few moments to reply.

“Y-yes, Miss Storey. I won’t do that ever again. I promise!” she almost shouted before returning her head to the table.

Joanne Wilson had already taken up her position at Miss Downey’s left-hand side and was gently tapping the thick reformatory cane gently against the woman’s already sore and bruised bottom. She looked across at Jasmine, who adjusted her hold on Helen’s wrists, and nodded at her. The red-haired Corrections Officer smiled as she drew the thick reformatory cane back before bringing it whistling through the air a moment later.

“Thwack!”

The first stroke announced its arrival with a sound that echoed around the large dining room. Miss Downey screamed but was held securely over the table by Jasmine Storey, who pushed her full weight down on the diminutive teacher to stop her writhing and squirming. Joanne raised the thick cane once again and after giving the younger woman a moment to re-gather her composure, she sent it on its way once more.

“Thwack!” The cane landed heavily across the fleshy centre of Miss Downey’s small bottom.

Joanne smiled and soon re-took her position, sending the third painful stroke on its way.

“Thwack!”

Another muffled scream from Helen was ignored by Jasmine and Joanne, who leaned in close to inspect the younger woman’s red and sore bottom. It had three neat, red lines across the centre of it in addition to the redness and bruising that had been caused by the hand spanking and strapping that she had administered to the young History Mistress’ bottom. Joanne Wilson returned to the task in hand and soon had the fourth stroke on its way.

“Thwack!” Another stroke landed across the centre of Miss Downey’s bottom.

Helen tried to squirm about and move in a futile attempt to get away from the pain, but Ms. Storey simply held her wrists and used her weight to keep her in position. She watched Joanne take aim once more.

“Thwack!” The next stroke landed slightly lower than the previous ones.

The twenty-five-year-old decided to concentrate on the crease in between the woman’s buttocks and thighs and this is where strokes six to ten landed.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Joanne Wilson expertly administered the caning, landing each of the strokes within millimetres of the previous one. She had been caning naughty ladies for over six years and knew exactly how and where to land her cane in order to create the maximum impact. She certainly was doing that to the sweet-looking Helen Downey. The younger woman was struggling to take them, crying uncontrollably, sobbing, sniffing and gasping but the large-breasted red-haired ex-Head Girl ignored this. After all, she heard those same sounds during almost every punishment she administered. She paused for a moment to check Helen’s bottom before deciding where her final two strokes would land.

Once satisfied, she readjusted her stance, with her left hand on her left hip, her left foot about two feet in front of her right, and her left knee slightly bent. She tapped Helen Downey’s red and swollen bottom gently with the thick reformatory cane and took a deep breath before bringing it down solidly across the quivering bottom in front of her.

“Thwack!”

Helen’s right buttock received a solid stroke where Joanne pushed the cane in as far as she could, leaving a fresh, neat red line as she removed it and raised the cane for the final stroke. She did not hang around long before administering that final, and memorable, finale to the History teacher’s punishment.

“Thwack!”

A fresh red line appeared across the centre of Miss Downey’s red and hot bottom. Joanne smiled at Jasmine, who continued to hold Helen securely in position over the table. The ex-Head Girl turned and walked into the living room, where she placed the reformatory cane on the coffee table, before pulling an antiseptic wipe from a pack in her bag and cleaning her cane and prison strap.

In the dining room, Ms. Storey continued to hold the twenty-three-year-old teacher. She released her grip on Miss Downey’s wrists and gently stroked Helen’s dark hair. After about five minutes, Helen Downey’s breathing had recovered, and her sobs and sniffs had become few and far between. Ms. Storey stopped stroking Helen’s hair and walked away, looking at the younger woman’s bottom, which was proudly on show, bent over the table.

Jasmine unintentionally winced loudly as she saw the twelve, neat red lines which had been left by the reformatory cane and also at the redness which covered the rest of the young woman’s bottom and thighs. Ms. Storey walked over to Joanne, who was busy replacing her implements in her long, cane case.

“Thank you for that, Joanne. I really appreciate it. I’m sure that we have solved Helen’s problem and that she will not have those issues when we return to school next year.” Ms. Storey picked Helen’s clothes up from the chair and walked back to the table where Helen Downey was lying face down, still letting out the occasional sniff and sob.

“My pleasure, Ms. Storey. I’m always happy to come and help you out.” Joanne smiled and began to sort her appearance out, readjusting her hair and straightening her skirt and blouse.

“I have Helen down to be the Form Mistress for Bethany and Charlotte next year when they start year twelve and would like to be sure that she won’t be doing such naughty things to them.” Jasmine laughed as she walked back to Helen and laid her clothes on the table where the young woman was lying.

“Up you get, Miss Downey. You may get dressed. This issue is dealt with and we shall say no more about it.” She ran her right hand gently over the small bottom lying in front of her.

Helen Downey lay across the table for a few moments before awkwardly getting to her feet. The first thing she did was rub her bottom with both hands. It was red hot and sore. She turned and faced Ms. Storey, who stood there in her silky blue and white striped summer dress. Jasmine was smiling and touched Helen gently on the left arm.

“I won’t do that again, Ms. Storey. I promise,” Helen sniffed, wiping her nose with the back of her right hand.

Jasmine’s smile grew wider.

“I’m sure you won’t, lovely. Otherwise, you are aware of the consequences. By all means – punish the girls for any acts of misbehaviour in your classes but then send them on their way.” The Deputy Head Mistress watched as Helen began to get dressed with some difficulty.

Miss Downey stayed at Jasmine’s house for a short while after her punishment and the three ladies chatted about punishing girls, Joanne’s job at the FCI and what they had planned for the summer holidays. Helen and Joanne both left at the same time and the twenty-three-year-old teacher arrived home just before 11pm that Friday night. She locked her front door behind her and went straight upstairs where she ran a warm bath for herself. As she waited for it to fill, she lay, awkwardly on her double bed and masturbated, making herself climax twice, before taking her bath.

That September, Helen Downey continued to be a strict disciplinarian who the students at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School did their best to avoid being punished by. Her form class were once again a lovely set of girls. Bethany and Charlotte Storey were very much like their older sister, Aleesha, who had been studious, intelligent, academic and exceptionally well-behaved and well-mannered. The young History Mistress found that she could punish the girls without feeling the need to soothe them afterwards and used her friend, Leonie MacKintosh, as a way of dealing with her urges. Helen began to understand why the girls at St. Katherine’s feared the Head of PE’s size-ten plimsoll, which she called “The Enforcer.” It had only taken three such slipperings to cure Helen of her need to soothe the girls.

Helen Downey quickly showed what a good teacher she was, and this was noticed by those in authority at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School. Within ten years at the school, she became Head of History and then progressed to become an assistant Head Mistress, taking over Ms. Storey’s responsibility for student behaviour. The girls loved the sweet and innocent Miss Downey. However, behind her closed office door, she was a very different character. The sounds of punishment could be heard across the reception and down the main corridor of the school.