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Tall, seventeen-year-old sixth former, Charlotte Beccles sat behind her desk in Miss Downey’s classroom and awaited the arrival of her quiet, but extremely strict, Form Mistress. The straight A* student had no idea how Helen had found out about the practical joke that Charlotte had played on her Maths teacher, Miss O’Driscoll, but the no-nonsense History teacher knew and had awarded the extremely tall and thin, Charlotte Beccles an after-school detention that following day.
As the young lady waited in the silence of Helen’s classroom, she thought about who may have informed on her. She had been very careful not to tell anyone about her plan to sabotage her Maths teacher’s chair so that thirty-year-old Maths Mistress, Clare O’Driscoll would sit down and then end up on the floor of her classroom as the chair gave way under her weight. Usually quiet Charlotte thought about her classmates and struggled to decide who could have possibly informed on her to Helen Downey. Only her friends Abbie Tainio, Karen O’Donnell and Lauren Halliday knew about her sneaky joke and she was sure that seen as they were members of her form class that they would not betray her.
Charlotte Beccles began to think about how Helen Downey would punish her, and her gaze automatically shifted to Helen’s desk at the front of the classroom where the twenty-three-year-old teacher kept her instruments of corporal punishment. During her six and a half years at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, Charlotte had only ever been punished twice – once by Miss MacKintosh for forgetting her PE kit and more recently for being caught with a group of girls who had been discovered smoking in the sixth form toilets. That strapping had been administered by the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. McNamara, who had laid the twelve strokes across Charlotte’s bottom as hard as she physically could. The seventeen-year-old girl had cried uncontrollably, as had three of the other girls involved, and had not been able to sit down for three days afterwards.
The tall and thin schoolgirl watched the clock on the wall at the front of the classroom and began to wonder where Miss Downey had got to. She had told Charlotte that she would be in her room as soon as school had finished for the day. Charlotte Beccles tried to take her mind off what was undoubtedly coming her way by taking her mobile phone from her blazer pocket and checked for messages. As she was deciding whether or not to send a message to her friend, Aleesha Storey, the door to the classroom opened and Helen Downey entered, closing the door quietly behind her. Charlotte quickly returned her phone to the inside pocket of her navy St. Katherine’s Girls’ School blazer and looked at her teacher.
Helen Downey remained silent as she stared at the blonde-haired schoolgirl sitting behind the desk at the front of her classroom. The young History Mistress was surprised that the very studious Charlotte had done something so silly, but she was also determined to teach the girl a lesson. Miss Downey walked across the room until she reached her desk and immediately opened the drawer in which she kept her “Weapons of Ass Destruction” as she knew the girls referred to them. She smiled as she removed the implement she wanted from her desk and placed it neatly on the top of the desk in front of her. Her smile widened as she saw the shocked reaction of the girl sitting behind her desk watching her.
The twenty-three-year-old teacher placed her hands on her hips and stared across at seventeen-year-old Charlotte Beccles. Helen could feel her juices flowing at the thought of punishing yet another naughty girl and wondered whether she could soothe the girl in the way that she had done to Katherine Cook only a fortnight before. The diminutive teacher pulled her leather-backed chair out from under her desk and into the space between her desk and the front row of student desks in her classroom and took a deep breath. She picked up the ebony-backed clothes brush and placed it on the floor next to her chair.
Helen removed her navy cardigan, placing it on the back of her chair before sitting down, all the while looking across at the tall seventeen-year-old sixth form girl. Miss Downey carefully rolled up the sleeves of her blue and white striped blouse and ironed the creases from her knee-length navy skirt. Charlotte would be Helen’s third spanking of the day after two members of the lower sixth form had fallen foul of her expectations, and she was determined to make the quiet young lady feel exactly how much her Form Mistress was displeased with her.
“Right. Charlotte. Stand up and come and stand in front of me here.” Helen Downey indicated where she wanted the girl to stand with her left hand.
Charlotte Beccles carefully slid her chair back and slowly got to her feet. She could see that Miss Downey had only chosen the clothes brush and began to relax a little. Katherine had received far worse for doing a lot less than she had. Maybe her Form Mistress was in a lenient mood? The seventeen-year-old slowly and calmly walked the short distance to the front of the classroom and stood to Helen’s right-hand side. She looked down at her teacher with the most apologetic look that she could manage.
“No messing about today, young lady. Remove your blazer, shoes, skirt and knickers and put yourself across my knee.” Miss Downey stared up at the tall netball player.
Deep down, although Charlotte hated being punished, and had cried uncontrollably on the two previous occasions that she had experienced it at St. Katherine’s School, she was excited by the prospect of lying over the small lap of Helen Downey. She also hoped that her young teacher would soothe her afterwards, like she had done to Katherine Cook. Charlotte Beccles still struggled to believe what her friend had told her had happened after her detention with the no-nonsense History Mistress.
Eager to get her punishment over with, the tall blonde-haired girl removed her navy St. Katherine’s Girls’ School blazer and placed it on the desk at the front of the classroom. She then carefully slipped off her black shoes and placed them in the aisle between the rows of desks. Next, she removed her navy school skirt and placed it carefully on top of her blazer. Finally, she slipped out of her white school knickers, folding them up before placing them on top of the pile of clothes. Charlotte Beccles tried to avoid looking at Helen, opting instead to look over the older woman’s head and at the whiteboard at the front of the room.
Twenty-three-year-old Helen spent a few moments looking at the tall sixth form girl in front of her. She had neat, shoulder length blonde hair, her small, but perfectly formed breasts stood out beneath her white, long sleeved school blouse and St. Katherine’s Girls’ School tie and Miss Downey could not fail to notice the neat little clump of dark pubic hair which sat atop the girl’s vagina. She licked her lips. This time, Miss Downey was going to push her luck.
“Charlotte, why did you break Miss O’Driscoll’s chair? That was a very silly and a very dangerous thing to do, wasn’t it? Miss could have been badly injured, couldn’t she?” Helen said quietly.
Charlotte Beccles took a deep breath and tried to control her feelings. Her nipples were erect and were very evident through her bra and her school blouse. She could also feel the warmth and the juices flowing between her legs and struggled to stand still. She looked down at the young woman sitting on the leather chair in front of her.
“I’m sorry,Miss. I guess I did it so that I could get a detention with you.” Charlotte decided to go for it too.
She looked at her Form Mistress. Her facial expression had not changed, and she obviously wasn’t shocked, like Charlotte had expected her to be by her admission. The seventeen-year-old decided to continue.
“Katherine told me what you had done to her in detention and I’d like that kind of punishment too, Miss Downey.” Charlotte Beccles ran her right hand through her blonde hair and swept it behind her right ear.
Helen Downey sat back in her chair and unintentionally opened her legs a little wider. She had enjoyed punishing Katherine Cook recently and although she had not meant to soothe her afterwards, she had to admit that it was such a turn on. She smiled at the seventeen-year-old sixth former standing before her and thought to herself for a few moments before responding.
“And what am I supposed to have done to Katherine, young lady?” Helen found herself unintentionally touching her right breast with her right hand.
“After she had been punished, she said that you touched her between her legs and soothed her. Please, Miss. I won’t tell anyone, but I’d like you to do that to me. Please, Miss Downey.” Charlotte’s blouse rose up and Helen caught a glimpse of her vagina.
“Mmm. I am just going to give you a thorough spanking and a dose with the clothes brush for your naughtiness towards Miss O’Driscoll, young lady. You will take your spanking like a good St. Katherine’s girl and then maybe Miss will deal with your sore bottom. Is that understood Miss Beccles?” Helen smiled.
“Yes. Miss Downey.” The girl replied quietly and confused.
Helen Downey spread her legs a little further and raised her arms out of the way. Charlotte smiled as she saw her teacher’s small breasts straining against the bra and blue and white striped blouse she was wearing. She ironed the creases from her navy skirt and took another deep breath.
“Right. Charlotte. Put yourself over my knees and place your hands flat on the floor in front of you,” she instructed quietly and smiled sweetly as the girl obeyed willingly.
The near six-foot tall, blonde-haired schoolgirl walked round to Helen’s right side and slowly and carefully lowered herself over the woman’s lap. She placed her hands flat on the floor in front of her and looked down at the carpeted floor. Deliberately, Charlotte opened her legs and shuffled around on her Form Mistress’ lap, hoping that Helen would give her a taste of what her friend Katherine had experienced in the recent past.
Miss Downey swept her short, brown hair back behind her ears before placing both hands on Charlotte Beccles’ cool bottom. The girl had pale white skin and she spent a few minutes running both hands across the buttocks and thighs in front of her. Helen smiled as she heard Charlotte’s soft moans as her teacher’s hands gently touched her legs and her thighs. Even after just a few moments, Miss Downey could feel the dampness coming from the seventeen-year-old’s crotch and was pleased at the fact that she was wearing a dark coloured skirt in order to hide the stain.
Helen deliberately avoided touching the sixth former’s private parts but could see them lying there in front of her. She would spank the girl hard and then she would soothe her as a reward. She took her right hand from the girl’s buttocks and placed her left arm around her in order to hold Charlotte in position across her lap. Another deep breath and Helen Downey decided to begin. She raised her small right hand in the air and exhaled loudly, bringing her hand down a second later with a loud and satisfying “smack!”
The first slap landed across the fleshy centre of Charlotte Beccles’ bottom and the girl did not move despite the shock of how much it had hurt. She was determined to be a good girl and get soothed by Miss Downey once this was all over. A few moments later and Helen’s hand landed once more, again across the fleshy bottom which wobbled with the impact. Again, Charlotte showed little reaction. The young History Mistress decided that this would be a quick punishment and then she could soothe the usually well-behaved sixth former.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Half a dozen smacks kissed the girl’s buttocks alternately.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Half a dozen full-force spanks turned her white bottom a brilliant shade of pink.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Six more slaps ignited a fire in her left bum cheek.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” The treatment was repeated on Charlotte’s right buttock.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Helen Downey wrapped out a frantic assault across the whole of the seventeen-year-old’s bottom.
A pause to re-gather her composure and to readjust the sleeves on her blouse and the position in which she had the girl draped over her lap. Helen Downey then returned her attention to the task in hand.
“You won’t be sitting down for a few days once I’m through with you, young lady. Do you understand?” The teacher stroked the girl’s blonde hair gently with her left hand.
It took Charlotte Beccles a few moments to reply. Firstly, because she had started to cry. Charlotte had not expected Helen to be as hard-handed as she was proving to be. Secondly, because she was aware that she was leaving a damp patch on the young teacher’s lap. And finally, because she was hoping that her lovely Form Mistress would indeed soothe her after the punishment was over. She wiped her eyes with her right hand.
“Yes, Miss Downey. I’m sorry, Miss Downey. I only did it so I could find out what a punishment from you was like. I’m sorry, Miss.” The seventeen-year-old sniffed and sobbed as Helen resumed her work.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
The twenty-three-year-old teacher slapped the girl’s thighs and backs of legs slow and hard and had to use all her strength to hold the naughty sixth former in position over her increasingly damp skirt.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“You naughty, dirty, little girl!” Helen hissed.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”
“You will be showing this bottom to Miss O’Driscoll first thing tomorrow Charlotte!” Miss Downey smiled.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” A series of handprints were left on the girl’s right thigh.
“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Helen ensured that Charlotte’s left thigh did not miss out on the fun.
The strict History Mistress continued spanking the girl with her hand for a further ten minutes, by which time Charlotte was crying uncontrollably and struggling to take her punishment. Helen held her firmly in place by placing her left hand around the girl’s slim waist and pulling her as far as she could, into her lap. Once she was satisfied, and exhausted from her exertions, Miss Downey sat back in her chair and removed her left hand, placing both hands on Charlotte’s back once more. She allowed the girl to sniff and sob and regather her composure, feeling the heat grow in her lap. She began to rub the seventeen-year-old girl’s bottom with her small right hand and could see the impact of the punishment.
Charlotte Beccles’ usually pale, white bottom was a mix of pinks and bright reds in places. Her thighs and backs of legs were bright red and had several, impressive handprints from where Helen had pressed her hand hard against her skin. Helen reached back across to her desk and picked up her ebony-backed clothes brush in her right hand. She wasted no time in tapping the nasty brush against the girl’s buttocks.
“Just six with this, sweetie and then I’ll say we’re finished. No fuss Charlotte.” Miss Downey already had the dark-coloured brush in the air before the girl had a chance to reply.
“Thud!” The first stroke landed low on Charlotte Beccles’ right bum cheek.
The blonde-haired seventeen-year-old squirmed as the pain registered in her brain and Helen grabbed her under the waist and pulled her tightly into her lap, before resuming the onslaught.
“Thud!” The next stroke caught the girl on the left buttock.
“Thud!” The brush landed in the dead centre of the bottom.
“Thud!” The same spot received another visit.
“Thud!” Charlotte’s right buttock took a full-force blow.
“Thud!” Helen caught the naughty sixth former low down, in between buttock and thigh.
Helen exhaled deeply and threw the brush onto the carpeted floor in front of her. She was aware that blonde-haired Charlotte was sniffing, sobbing and crying and so she did her best to calm the girl. First, she ran her cool hands all over the red and bruised bottom in front of her. Next, she ran her fingernails gently backwards and forwards over Charlotte Beccles’ legs and thighs. Finally, Helen Downey touched the girl’s pussy lips gently with her fingers and stroked softly, listening as the quiet girl began to stop sobbing and sniffing and started to breathe heavily.
“What the hell?” Miss Downey thought as she slowly pushed the first two fingers on her right hand inside the girl’s vagina.
Slowly, the twenty-three-year-old pushed deeper and deeper, moving backwards and forwards, listening as Charlotte became more and more turned on. Her juices were flowing freely and in silence, Helen rubbed faster and faster, smiling as Charlotte Beccles moaned quietly and squirmed about on her knee. After a short while, the sixth former came to orgasm with a muffled scream. Miss Downey’s lap was soaked, as were her own knickers. She continued to stroke the blonde-haired girl’s vagina.
After about fifteen minutes, the seventeen-year-old had calmed herself and had stopped sobbing. Helen allowed her to stand up and they both smiled at seeing the damp patch that had been left across the older lady’s skirt. Charlotte had rubbed her bottom in an effort to cool it down before dressing and heading to the bathroom to tidy her appearance. On her return to the classroom, she had written a letter of apology to Miss O’Driscoll and had promised her Form Mistress that she would not behave like that in the future.
Once she had dismissed the seventeen-year-old, Helen had packed up her things and once she had recorded Charlotte Beccles’ detention and punishment in Ms. Storey’s Punishment Register, leaving out the details about how she had concluded the girl’s punishment, she walked across reception and knocked nervously on one of the office doors. This would be the third time that term that she had had to go and explain herself and face the unusual counselling techniques employed by the tall, forty-five-year-old woman.
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