A Disgrace To The School. Miss Downey's Story Chapter Nine free porn video

Karen O’Donnell and Abbie Tainio sat silently in the Sixth Form assembly hall at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School. It had been over a fortnight since the incident on the senior school visit to Berlin during the Easter holidays but here they were, going to be punished for letting the school down in such an embarrassing way. Both girls looked straight ahead at the large table at the front of the hall and could see that Ms. Storey had already arranged the implements that each would be punished with that afternoon. She had also arranged the chairs for the audience to witness this, the first of three such punishments for the girls who had tarnished the excellent name of St. Katherine’s Girls’ School.

Although only minor actors in the whole sorry incident, the usually exceptionally well-behaved Karen and Abbie had gone along with the other six girls in their dormitory. They had sneaked out into the city during their second evening in Berlin. They had gained entry to the nightclub and although, unlike three of the other girls, they had not got drunk, they had still defied Frau Kessler and Madame Harcourt. For that reason, here they were awaiting their punishment. As it had not been possible to punish all of the girls involved together, Jasmine Storey had arranged for them to be dealt with depending upon which form class they belonged to. Unlucky for Karen O’Donnell and Abbie Tainio that Helen Downey’s surname came before the form mistresses of the other girls.

While they waited for Ms. Storey and Miss Downey to arrive, the girls were watched over by their Head of Year, Mrs. McNamara, who had collected them from the Year Thirteen Common Room and marched them down to the hall to await their punishment. The small, dark-haired English Mistress had been there, that first day back after Easter when all eight girls had been scolded severely by Jasmine Storey in her office, and although Nicola was not afraid to lay good doses of corporal punishment on any girl in her year group, she was relieved that the Deputy Head Mistress was taking care of this personally.

Nicola McNamara had worked at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School for twenty years and her role as Assistant Head Teacher had seen her take total responsibility for the near 400 girls in the extremely successful and well regarded Sixth Form. However, she knew, that despite being extremely strict herself, a dose of discipline from Jasmine Storey would certainly drive the message home that bad behaviour by any girl, no matter what year group they belonged to, would not be tolerated at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School.

She had been extremely angry when she had learned about what eight of the girls had done that night during their trip to Berlin but had been more incensed when she had seen how upset and worried Frau Kessler, the German Mistress who had arranged the trip and Chloe Harcourt, the French Mistress had been. They had been contacted by the local Police that eight girls had been detained for being drunk and had been forced to go and collect them from the Police station. Three of the girls, Molly Redman, Lucy Robinson and Chloe Williams had got so drunk that they had vomited during the time locked in the local drunk tank and then again once they had returned to the hotel. The teachers had to cancel the following day’s activities in order to watch the girls sleep off the effects of the booze and this made Eva Kessler even more angry.

Under normal circumstances, the tall, slim, bespectacled, blonde-haired German Mistress would have had no hesitation in spanking each of the girls for what they had done but she was unsure about carrying the punishment out at a hotel. Mrs. Harcourt had agreed with her that it would be better if they left any punishment until they returned to St. Katherine’s. It would lull the girls into a false sense of security and just as they began to think that they had got away with it, then they would be summoned to Jasmine Storey’s office and have to face the consequences of their actions.

Abbie looked at the front of the hall and could see that the wooden-backed clothes brush had been laid out, alongside the thick and heavy school strap and, most worryingly for her, the senior dragon cane. The eighteen-year-old had never been caned and worried at how much it would hurt. If the stories of the girls who had been caned were to be believed, then Abbie Tainio guessed that a caning from Aleesha’s mum would hurt a lot. Karen O’Donnell had also never been caned before. She had been spanked on the bottom by the Head of Music, Mrs. Hatton, an experience which she admitted to herself that she had enjoyed, and she had also been spanked by her English teacher, Mrs. Lindsay with a small leather paddle. That had hurt, and she had cried afterwards.

The girls looked over at Nicola McNamara, who was standing to their left-hand side with her arms folded across her chest. They then turned to look at the double doors at the back of the hall. As soon as they did this, the doors opened slowly, and the audience started to file inside the large room. Abbie and Karen turned back and faced the front of the room, realising that this was it. There would be no way of talking their way out of the punishment that was coming their way in a short while. They were going to get thrashed and worse still, it was going to be given in front of about twenty people – their peers, their teachers and even some people that they did not really know.

The two sixth formers stared down at their black shoes and waited as people took their seats behind them. Directly behind the girls, the grey-haired, fifty-six-year-old Head Mistress, Mrs. Sparrow sat down alongside one of the school governors, Mrs. Jennifer Brown. Next to them, Frau Kessler, Chloe Harcourt and the administrative assistant, Mia McKenna, who had been on the Berlin trip sat. Then came Wendy Taylor, Mrs. Sparrow’s other Deputy Head Mistress, and the assistant Head Mistresses, Kirsty Maitland, Laura Hatton and Charlotte Hickman. In the row behind the teachers, Kim Campbell sat alongside her team of eleven prefects. Mrs. McNamara took her seat next to Miss Hickman and Jasmine Storey, and Helen Downey walked to the table at the front of the hall. It was time and the girls knew it.

Jasmine and Helen’s high heeled shoes made an almost deafening noise as they walked on the wooden floor. Once they had reached the table at the front of the hall, they checked the implements that they were going to use and then turned to face the audience and the two sixth formers, who sat, heads bowed, looking down at their shoes. Ms. Storey walked across to the right-hand side of the large assembly hall and picked up two blue padded chairs which she carried over to the table and set them down in front. She smiled at Mrs. Sparrow and brushed her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears.

The tall Deputy Head Mistress focused upon the two girls, who continued to stare at the floor. She nodded as she removed her navy jacket and placed it on the back of one of the chairs. She proceeded to roll up the sleeves of her long-sleeved lemon satin blouse and then ran her hands down the front of her three-quarter length navy skirt. Jasmine Storey was calm but inside she was extremely angry. The two sixth formers sitting on the chairs, looking down at their shoes were going to feel her displeasure at dragging the good reputation of St. Katherine’s Girls’ School through the dirt. The forty-five-year-old teacher looked across at Helen Downey, who nodded back at her.

It was time.

“Right, Abbie and Karen. You both know why you are here and what is going to happen to you this afternoon.” Jasmine Storey spoke softly but with her usual no-nonsense tone.

Both girls looked up from their black school shoes and focused on Ms. Storey, who was staring at them. The sixth formers said nothing but simply nodded at their strict teacher.

“Very well, girls. I want you to stand up and walk over to the table. You will remove your blazers, skirts and knickers and fold everything up neatly. You will then stand in front of those two chairs.” She indicated the two chairs in front of the large table with her left hand.

Abbie Tainio and Karen O’Donnell sat for a moment before nervously getting to their feet and slowly walking forward towards the large table, on which the implements had been neatly laid out by Ms. Storey. As they walked on the wooden floor their shoes made a loud noise that cut through the silence. Both girls looked at one another again before starting to undress as they had been instructed. They slowly and carefully removed their navy St. Katherine’s Girls’ School blazers which they folded and placed carefully on the oak table before them. Next, they bent down and unfastened and then removed their shoes, which they placed to one side and out of the way. Then they unzipped and unbuttoned their navy school skirts, which were then folded and placed on the table. Finally, the girls turned away from the audience and slipped their knickers down, carefully stepping out of them before folding them up and placing them on top of the pile of clothes on the table.

The girls remained facing away from the audience, aware that their bare bottoms were on show to everyone in the hall.

“Turn around, girls and stand in front of the chairs, please.” Ms. Storey’s familiar voice broke the silence.

Once they had done as instructed, Abbie and Karen watched as Jasmine and Helen sat on the two blue padded seats. Miss Downey busied herself by rolling up the sleeves of her crisp, white cotton blouse and looked at the girls. She was moist between her legs at the thought of punishing the sixth formers but would not be able to do anything about it this time, she thought to herself as she continued to watch the obviously nervous girls. Maybe she could make her excuses once this was over and then go and satisfy herself in the staff toilets?

“Abbie Tainio, get yourself over Miss Downey’s knee. You know the routine, girl!” Jasmine snapped.

Abbie obeyed immediately. She knew this would hurt but was slightly relieved that she was being punished by her Form Mistress and not the strict Deputy Head Mistress. Karen O’Donnell shook her head in disbelief. She knew that she would be getting it harder than her friend as Ms. Storey’s spankings were always given at full-force.

“Karen. Come and bend over my knee.” Ms. Storey smiled a wicked smile as she looked up at the short, blonde-haired sixth former.

The girl walked slowly over to the forty-five-year-old Deputy Head Mistress and carefully lowered herself over her lap, placing her hands flat on the floor before her. The next thing she felt was Jasmine Storey placing her left hand solidly on her lower back and her large, right hand on her cold and exposed bottom.

Karen O’Donnell looked up and could see her friend’s legs and bottom lying over Helen’s lap in front of her. She closed her eyes and lowered her head, trying to prepare herself for the punishment that was coming her way. She hoped that she did not scream or cry too much but reckoned that the Head Girl and the Prefects would not mention it to the other girls if she did. Ms. Storey rubbed the girl’s small, round buttocks and out of the sixth former’s sight, nodded across to Helen Downey. The ladies raised their right hands and within a second of one another brought them down with a loud “slap!” across Abbie and Karen’s bottoms.

The girls tried to stay as still as possible as the pain registered in their brains. Karen O’Donnell tried to squirm around on the Deputy Head Mistress’ lap, but her efforts were in vain as Ms. Storey simply slipped her left hand under the girl’s stomach and pulled her forcibly into her blouse and skirt. She then smiled at the audience and resumed the punishment.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Jasmine laid out a series of slow and extremely hard smacks across every inch of Karen’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Next, the naughty sixth former’s thighs received a visit from Ms. Storey’s heavy right hand.

“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!”

The forty-five-year-old Deputy Head Mistress unleashed a frantic series of slaps across Karen O’Donnell’s legs and thighs. She tightened the grip around the girl’s waist with her left hand as the seventeen-year-old girl tried to avoid the pain being inflicted on her bottom. Karen’s resistance was soon broken, and Jasmine smiled as she heard the girl’s pleas, followed by sniffs and sobs.

“Please, Ms. Storey! Please stop! I didn’t drink while I was out! Please, Miss!” She threw her right hand up to try and protect her bottom from further slaps, but Jasmine pushed this away.

The sixth former continued to plead with Ms. Storey, but her words were ignored. The Deputy Head Mistress was determined to make an example of those eight girls over the next few days. Word would soon spread around the school about what had happened in the Sixth Form assembly hall and this would ensure that the high standard of student behaviour that was the norm at St. Katherine’s would be maintained. Jasmine Storey spanked slowly and as hard as she could until she had turned Karen’s pale white buttocks a glowing shade of pink and 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!”

Karen O’Donnell stopped pleading with Jasmine to stop. It was not going to happen no matter how loud she shouted. Instead, the audience who were sitting there transfixed by what they were witnessing, were treated to fifteen minutes of the seventeen-year-old crying, sobbing and snivelling loudly as the spanking from her teacher continued.

Directly in front of Karen, Abbie Tainio was also struggling to take her punishment from Helen Downey. She had started to cry after the first smack with Helen’s small right hand and although she was not pleading and shouting out like her friend, she was crying uncontrollably, and her tears were falling steadily onto the wooden floor below her. Her Form Mistress had quickly slipped her left arm under the girl’s waist to stop her struggling and moving around and had gone to work on the eighteen-year-old’s bare bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Miss Downey slapped Abbie in the creases between buttocks and thighs.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” She left hand prints on the backs of the girl’s legs.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Her right bum cheek received half a dozen full-force smacks.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Abbie’s left buttock received its share.

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

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

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

Jasmine Storey paused and placed her right hand on Karen’s white cotton blouse that was covering her back. She brought her left hand that had been holding the girl around the waist out too and placed this high on Karen O’Donnell’s back. She smiled as she listened to the girl’s breathing, which came in short, desperate gasps. The seventeen-year-old sobbed and sniffed loudly and tried to regather her composure, hoping against hope that her punishment was over. To Jasmine’s left, Helen also paused, giving Abbie’s bottom a gentle rub. She could feel the dampness on her blue and white spotted silky skirt and could feel dampness in her knickers.

“Get up, girls and walk to the table,” Ms. Storey said quietly and sat back in the chair to allow Karen to get to her feet.

“Pick up a clothes brush each and then come back here. Karen, you will bend over Miss Downey’s knee and Abbie, you will put yourself over my lap,” she continued.

It took both girls a few moments to carefully get to their feet. Both rubbed the tears from their eyes before walking over to the large table and reluctantly picking up one of the large, wooden-backed clothes brushes that the Deputy Head Mistress had laid out. They walked back to Helen and Jasmine and meekly handed the ladies the brushes. Ms. Storey tapped her brush hard against the palm of her right hand and waved it at Abbie Tainio.

“Back over my knee, you naughty girl.” The forty-five-year-old teacher sat back in her chair and watched as the sixth form girl carefully lay over her lap, placing her hands flat on the floor in front of her.

Jasmine Storey looked over at Helen, who had taken the clothes brush from Karen and was waiting for the seventeen-year-old to position herself over her knee. The young History Mistress placed her left arm under the girl’s waist and pulled her into her blouse and skirt, tightening her hold as she did so. She wasn’t going to move around during this part of the punishment no matter how much she shouted and screamed or pleaded.

“Twelve smacks with the clothes brush for letting the school down, girls,” Ms. Storey announced and looked over at Helen Downey, who had already raised the nasty wooden clothes brush in the air.

Within a moment, Jasmine Storey had her brush in the air and the ladies spanked in an almost synchronised fashion.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

The teachers paused to inspect the bottoms lying over their knees and to give the girls a chance to recover. The tears had continued to flow, and the sniffs and sobs and pleas had become louder.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

Ms. Storey smiled across at Helen and the ladies placed their brushes on the backs of Abbie and Karen, whose bottoms were red-hot and sore. Helen Downey took the opportunity to rub her cool right hand over Karen’s bottom, unintentionally touching the girl’s vagina, which was wet. Miss Downey quickly returned her hand to the sixth former’s back and waited for Jasmine’s next instruction.

“Up you get, ladies and go and bend yourselves over one end of the table behind you.” She tapped Abbie’s bottom gently with the wooden brush and sat back in the chair as the girl struggled to her feet.

After a few moments, Karen and Abbie had carried out the Deputy Head Mistress’ instructions and were bent over opposite ends of the large oak table, bottoms fully on show for the whole audience to see. Jasmine Storey and Helen Downey got up from their seats and walked over to the table, placing the clothes brushes down and picking up an extra heavy leather strap each. Miss Downey walked over to Karen and bent down slightly to lift the girl’s white blouse out of the way of her bottom, neatly tucking it up and out of the way. Jasmine walked to Abbie’s left-hand side and immediately laid the nasty, two-foot piece of heavy, tan-coloured leather against the girl’s bottom, which was bright red and obviously throbbing from the punishment so far.

“Right, young ladies. You will each receive six strokes of the strap from each of us for your dreadful behaviour. Is that understood, Abbie?” She waited for a reply.

“Yes, M-Miss Storey,” Abbie Tainio struggled to answer due to the discomfort she felt in her bottom.

“Do you understand, Karen?” Jasmine asked sternly.

“Yes, Ms. Storey,” Karen answered after wiping her nose on the back of her hand.

The two teachers took up their positions to the left of each girl and, once happy with their stance and where their first strokes would land, they took the nasty straps back fully over their right shoulders. They paused. Took a deep breath and then set to work. The straps came flying through the air, almost in unison, landing with a thunderous “crack!” within a second.

Both girls instantly shot straight up and placed their hands over their bottoms as the pain registered in their brains. The tears flowed.

“Get back over that table. Grip the end and stay still or I’ll double the twelve strokes!” Ms. Storey raised her voice.

Abbie and Karen stared at the tall Deputy Head Mistress, but obeyed quickly, grabbing their end of the table as tightly as they possibly could. Jasmine smiled at Helen and the ladies returned their straps to their right shoulders, preparing to bring the second stroke down against the bottoms lying at their mercy in front of them.

“Crack!” The second stroke kissed the centre of both girls’ bottoms.

“Crack!” More sobs and tears from the girls.

“Crack!” Abbie swayed and shuffled as the pain hit home.

“Crack!~ Karen kicked up her right foot as the strap landed solidly across the centre of her red and bruised bottom.

“Crack!” Helen caught Karen hard, low down in the crease between buttock and thigh.

Out of sight of the two girls, Helen and Jasmine changed places and measured out their nasty straps once more. They wasted no time in administering the second part of the strapping, this time, Helen strapping Abbie and Jasmine strapping Karen.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

The girls remained bent over the large oak table despite the intense pain each was feeling in their bottoms. In the audience, reactions were different. One of the Prefects, Rachael Muldowney had grabbed Kim Campbell’s hand and was squeezing it tightly. She really did not want to see two of her friends being punished, despite having administered punishments herself and having been caned by Ms. Storey herself as part of accepting the post of Prefect this year. Kim gently stroked her friend’s hand and smiled at her. In the front row, Jennifer Brown was enjoying the spectacle. The seventy-three-year-old woman had been in charge of disciplining girls at a reformatory during her career and seeing Helen and Jasmine punish the naughty sixth formers brought many happy memories flooding back. She wished that she could join in.

Ms. Storey and Miss Downey laid their straps down on the large table and picked up the dragon canes that would be used for the finale to the girls’ punishment. Both women swished them through the air several times, both for effect and to announce to Abbie and Karen what was coming their way. The two sixth formers both closed their eyes and tightened their grip on the table even more as Jasmine Storey announced what was coming next.

“Right, girls. To conclude your punishment, you will each receive twelve strokes of the senior dragon cane – six strokes from Miss Downey and six strokes from me.” She swished her cane through the air before continuing.

“You will then report to my office at the end of school today to collect a letter to your parents which will tell them exactly why you have been punished today and what will happen to you in future if you should decide to misbehave in such a disgraceful manner. Do I make myself clear?” She raised her voice as she spat out the final five words.

“Yes, Ms. Storey,” both girls answered eventually, in between their sniffs and sobs.

The two female teachers re-took their positions to the left of either girl – Jasmine, to Karen’s left and Helen, to Abbie’s left-hand side. Both ladies adopted the identical stance as they laid their thirty-inch-long dragon canes across the bottoms lying in front of them. Helen placed her left hand on her left hip and placed her left foot about twelve inches in front of her right, bending her left knee slightly. She gently tapped the cane against Abbie’s red and marked bottom and looked at Jasmine, who smiled and nodded at her. They raised their canes together and brought them hurtling through the air, landing within milliseconds of one another with a “Thwack!” which echoed around the large assembly hall.

The two sixth formers struggled to stay in position but had little time to move as their teachers soon had the second stroke on its way, landing moments later with an equally loud “Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Helen Downey and Jasmine Storey paused, each running their right hands across the girls’ bottoms in front of them. Both bottoms were extremely warm to the touch and they could clearly make out where the clothes brush, strap and cane had bitten into the young ladies’ buttocks. The teachers swapped places and were soon in position once again – Jasmine Storey preparing to finish Abbie’s punishment and Helen eagerly wanting to conclude Karen O’Donnell’s caning. Once more, the ladies raised their canes in the air and brought them down seconds later, landing across the centre of the bottoms before them.

“Thwack!”

A pause to allow the girls to recover.

“Thwack!”

The cries and sobs were the only sounds to be heard in the assembly hall.

“Thwack!”

Another pause as Jasmine waited for Abbie to return her right foot to the floor which she had kicked up in response to the cane biting into the crease between her bottom and thighs.

“Thwack!”

Karen O’Donnell cried out loudly, before burying her head deeper into her arms and tried to muffle her cries.

“Thwack!”

And finally.

“Thwack!”

Ms. Storey calmly took the cane from Helen Downey and laid them gently on the table where Abbie Tainio and Karen O’Donnell continued to sniff, sob and cry uncontrollably. She looked at each girl’s bottom, touching it softly with her right hand, smiling as Karen winced with pain. They both had a clear set of tram-line marks from where the cane had connected with their buttocks, and marks from the strap and clothes brush were clearly visible too. She left the two sixth formers bent over the table and turned to face the audience.

“That’s the first group of naughty girls dealt with today and I shall be dealing with the others as the week progresses. Hopefully, they will learn that St. Katherine’s girls do not behave in such an unacceptable manner.” She smiled at Anita Sparrow, the Head Mistress, who simply looked at her watch.

“Thank you for witnessing this. I do hope, Frau Kessler, Mademoiselle Harcourt, Mrs. McNamara and Prefects, that this shows that these silly girls are sorry for damaging the reputation of St. Katherine’s School and that this message gets passed around the school.” Ms. Storey focused on Kim Campbell.

Jasmine knew that the tall, dark-haired Head Girl would indeed make sure that this filtered down to all the year groups in the school and also, that she would be even harsher on those who got sent to her room in the summer term. At that moment, the audience began to get up from their seats and walk towards the exit at the back of the hall. In a few moments, Jasmine Storey found that there was only Helen, Abbie, Karen and herself left in the large room.

“Can you see that Abbie and Karen get cleaned up please, Miss Downey?” Ms. Storey smiled at Helen as she picked up the implements from the table.

Miss Downey was in her own world as she watched the older lady gather up the straps, canes and brushes in both hands. The young History Mistress took a few moments to realise that the Deputy Head Mistress was talking to her. Her thoughts were totally on Karen and Abbie, who were still lying bent over the table, bottoms on show, sobbing and sniffing loudly.

“Oh, of course, Ms. Storey,” Helen eventually replied.

Jasmine Storey smiled and began walking towards the back of the hall, high heels clicking loudly as she walked across the wooden floor.

“Thank you. If you could escort these naughty young girls to my office when you’re finished, I’d be grateful, Miss Downey.” She pulled the large door open and walked out into the corridor.

Helen Downey stood looking at the back of the assembly for a moment, realising that she was alone with Abbie and Karen. She looked at Abbie’s bottom. It was bright red and obviously sore. Helen then walked around to the other side of the table and looked at Karen’s bottom. It was identical to Abbie Tainio’s and the twenty-three-year-old teacher shook her head as she realised that both girls would not be sitting down comfortably for days afterwards. Miss Downey openly touched her small breasts through her long-sleeved white cotton blouse. She knew that her nipples were erect and that she was very aroused. Her knickers were wet, and she needed to relieve herself.

“Wait here, girls, and I’ll go and get something to soothe your bottoms,” she said gently and walked towards the doors at the back of the hall.

Miss Downey returned less than five minutes later. She held a tube of Aloe vera gel in her left hand and within moments had squirted the cooling gel into her right hand. Helen began by soothing Abbie first. She spent moments rubbing the gel over every inch of the girl’s bottom and thighs, teasing the eighteen-year-old by touching her in between her legs and running her fingernails across her vagina. The girl was aroused too, and Helen Downey slipped the fingers of her right hand inside and gently brought the girl to climax. Abbie Tainio moaned gently as she came to orgasm and collapsed onto the table before her.

Helen walked around to where Karen O’Donnell was lying over the table and squirted more cooling gel into her right hand, gently massaging the delicate bottom in front of her. She smiled as she saw the girl spread her legs without being asked, and Helen slowly pushed her fingers inside Karen’s tight vagina. Softly and slowly she pushed backwards and forwards, smiling as she heard the seventeen-year-old moan with pleasure. Unlike Abbie, who had climaxed quickly, Karen O’Donnell took more effort but eventually came loudly. Twenty-three-year-old Helen Downey kept her fingers inside the girl’s warm pussy for a while before gently stroking her back and playing with her short blonde hair.

After a short while, Miss Downey watched the girls dress awkwardly. Once they were presentable, their form mistress escorted them to the sixth form toilets where she watched them sort out their appearance and clean their tear-stained faces. At the end of the school day, Miss Downey waited with the girls while Jasmine Storey had scolded them once again before handing them the letters for their parents. Once the girls had been dismissed, Helen remained behind in the Deputy Head Mistress’ office.

“Is there something else, Helen?” Jasmine Storey leaned across her desk.

Helen Downey nervously played with her shoulder-length dark hair, looking at the floor, before returning her gaze to Ms. Storey.

“I think I need some more counselling, Ms. Storey,” she replied softly.

“I see, Helen.” The Deputy Head Mistress got to her feet and walked to the tall vase where she kept her canes.

She paused for a moment before she selected the very cane that had been used across Karen and Abbie’s bottoms that afternoon.

“Very well, young lady. Raise your skirt, take your knickers down and bend over my desk,” Jasmine instructed softly and smiled.

Over that next week, the six other girls who had sneaked out of their dormitory were dealt with by Ms. Storey. Like Abbie and Karen, they were punished in front of an audience and given a letter to take home to their parents explaining about the bad behaviour displayed by their daughters on the recent trip to Berlin. Those girls had belonged to the form classes of Miss Hanson, the PE Mistress and Ms. Nicola Smith, the Assistant Head of Year Thirteen. Like Abbie Tainio and Karen O’Donnell, they had not been able to sit properly for well over a week but had a lot less fun when they had been cleaned up afterwards.