Detention With Miss Downey Miss Downey s Story Chapter Four
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Katherine Cook arrived outside Miss Downey’s classroom shortly after lessons had ended for the day. She was no stranger to after-school detentions at St. Katherine’s Girls’ School, but this would be her first experience of one supervised by her usually sweet and gentle Form Mistress, Helen Downey. The usually conscientious Katherine was nervous.
She had been there, that first day of term six months ago, where, on Helen’s first day as a teacher at St. Katherine’s, she had shown no hesitation in spanking Heidi Owen, a girl in her form, for swearing in class. Over the following months, others in her form class had experienced punishments at her small, but extremely effective, right hand and reported back to their classmates. Miss Downey was certainly not a soft touch, despite her sweet and innocent appearance.
The seventeen-year-old sixth former knocked gently on the dark blue door and waited for a reply. Deep down, she wished that her teacher had gone home for the evening and forgotten all about Katherine’s detention. She took a deep breath and hoped but within a few moments, a reply came from inside the room.
“Come in!” Helen’s voice came from inside the classroom.
Katherine Cook paused for a moment and took a deep breath before reaching for the door handle. Another pause before she pushed the handle down and the door opened. The seventeen-year-old sixth former walked inside the classroom, turning to close the door quietly behind her. She turned her attention to Helen, who was busy collecting in sheets and textbooks, only acknowledging Katherine when she had finished. She placed the books on one of the shelves to the left-hand side of the classroom and walked to her desk at the front of her room. Katherine Cook stood there, just inside the large room, school bag on her right shoulder, in silence.
“Right. Katherine, you know why you are here?” Helen sat in her leather chair and opened the large bottom drawer in her desk.
“Yes, Miss. I didn’t attend a detention with Miss Coulson yesterday Miss,” The brown-haired schoolgirl replied quietly.
Helen Downey rummaged around in her tidy drawer for effect, smiling as she brought out the implements that she was going to put across Katherine’s sizeable buttocks that coming hour. Katherine Cook, one of the quieter girls in 13 HDY, looked nervously at her Form Mistress as she laid the ebony-backed clothes brush, slipper and junior school rattan cane on her desk. The young History teacher closed the drawer quietly with her right hand before turning her full attention to Katherine.
“And why did you not attend Miss Coulson’s detention, young lady? I am sure that I handed you the detention slip yesterday morning.” Helen smiled sweetly at the girl standing there and placed her hands flat on her desk.
“I just forgot, Miss and didn’t realise until I got home last night when I found the detention slip in my bag.” Katherine Cook nervously ran her right hair through her short hair.
Helen Downey took a deep breath and picked up the clothes brush in her right hand. Despite her reluctance to use corporal punishment when she joined St. Katherine’s school, she openly admitted to her friends that she enjoyed punishing naughty girls and found their reactions fascinating. She had been there six months now and had punished several of her form class plus she had punished several girls in her History classes too.
Helen had turned that initial reluctance to spank the girls into a desire to punish them as severely as others, like Ms. Storey or Miss MacKintosh, who spanked hard, spanked often and made it very clear to the girls that they were not to be messed with.
“Well, that’s just not acceptable, young lady and Miss Coulson emailed me last night when you did not attend detention. She’s not in today as she’s on a course so asked me to carry out your punishment.” Helen pushed her leather chair back and got to her feet.
Katherine was a good six inches taller than her teacher, but she was nervous. She had been spanked three times at the school – once by the drama Mistress, Miss Williams, once by her Maths teacher, Miss O’Driscoll and by her Geography teacher, Miss Coulson earlier that year. Although her failure to attend detention that previous evening was a genuine oversight on her part, Katherine Cook wondered if she had forgotten about it on purpose. She remembered all too clearly how hard the tall, bespectacled, Laura Coulson had dealt with her for a lack of effort before Christmas.
The twenty-six-year-old teacher had spanked the sixth former over her knee and it had hurt. She had then had her school knickers taken down and had been spanked ferociously with a small leather paddle before being bent over Laura’s desk where she had received twenty-four full-force, and very painful strokes with Miss Coulson’s thick leather belt, before being caned by the young teacher.
Katherine Cook had cried and had told her friends the following day about her punishment from the angelic-looking Geography mistress. The girls had all decided that it was the sweet and innocent ones that they had to watch as they tended to be the most severe. Helen Downey undoubtedly fell into this category.
“I’m sorry, Miss Downey. I honestly forgot about Miss Coulson’s detention,” Katherine Cook replied calmly and genuinely.
Helen walked over to Katherine and deliberately stood inches away from the sixth form girl. Katherine was a good six inches taller than her form mistress and was immaculately turned out in her St. Katherine’s Girls’ School uniform. Katherine Cook stood at about five-feet-six-inches tall, had curly, short brown hair, brown eyes, a large, plump bottom and large, well-formed breasts which stood out proudly under the white school blouse and school tie that the girl was wearing.
“You may be sorry, but you will be punished, young lady. Do you understand?” Helen looked up into Katherine’s eyes, a serious look on her face.
“Yes, Miss Downey. I’m sorry Miss Downey.” Katherine Cook shuffled around on her feet.
“Very well Katherine. Do you accept me punishing you for Miss Coulson? Or would you prefer me to go and get someone else – Mrs. McNamara or Ms. Storey for example?” Helen Downey laughed, knowing that the girl would not refuse her punishment.
“No, Miss. I’ll take my spanking from you please, Miss,” Katherine Cook replied frantically.
Helen stepped back and began pulling her leather-backed chair into the space between her desk and the front row of desks in her classroom. Once satisfied, she sat down and began rolling up the sleeves of her light pink coloured blouse. She then ironed the creases from her long, three-quarter length black pleated skirt before looking at Katherine.
“Put your bag down and remove your blazer, shoes, skirt and knickers Katherine and then come and stand next to me here.” Helen Downey smiled reassuringly and watched as the seventeen-year-old began to obey her instructions.
Katherine Cook placed her school bag on the floor next to the first desk at the front of Helen’s classroom. She then slowly, and carefully, removed her blazer, placing it on the desk. The seventeen-year-old girl stared at Helen, who simply stared back at her, emotionless. Next, the young lady slipped off her shoes, which she placed next to the leg of the school desk, before unzipping and unbuttoning her black pleated school skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor.
Katherine picked it up and folded it, placing it on top of her blazer. Again, she looked at Miss Downey, who simply continued to stare at the girl. After a few moments, Katherine Cook slipped her hands down the sides of her white school knickers and slowly pulled them down, carefully stepping out of them before folding them up and placing them on top of her pile of clothes on the desk.
Helen Downey took a deep breath and smiled at Katherine. She had a large pair of well-formed breasts which stood out prominently under the slightly tight white school blouse she wore. The size of those breasts was even more evident when her school tie was taken into account. The young History teacher looked down and could see Katherine’s vagina, which wasn’t covered by the white blouse. It was topped by a bush of black pubic hair and Miss Downey began to feel turned on at the thought.
She exhaled heavily. She was becoming increasingly worried by her fascination about the girls in her form and she was aware that her “treatment” for her issues was not being particularly effective. She would need to ask her counsellor to be even more severe with her the next time they met after school.
“Right, young lady. You know the routine. Come and put yourself over my lap and then we can deal with your bad behaviour.” Miss Downey continued to smile as she sat back in her leather chair and moved her hands from her lap in order to allow the girl to take up her position.
Katherine Cook was a good girl but had been punished before and knew the routine. She took a couple of small steps closer to her teacher and slowly lowered herself over Miss Downey’s knees, placing both hands flat on the floor in front of her. She shuffled around to try and get comfortable and soon felt Helen’s small hands on her lower back. Helen soon moved her right hand from the girl’s back onto her bottom and began gently rubbing it.
The skin was cold, and Helen Downey tried to use her warm right hand to warm it up. She soon became aware that the seventeen-year-old was aroused and took the opportunity to rub the girl’s private parts gently with her hand. Katherine let out a gentle moan and her Form Mistress spent a short time touching the pubic hair that covered Katherine’s vagina, allowing her fingers to rub the lips of the girl’s pussy. The sixth former’s breathing became heavier and the History teacher knew that it was time.
“Right, young lady. Are you happy to accept your punishment from me on behalf of Miss Coulson?” Helen stopped rubbing between Katherine’s legs and placed her right hand on the girl’s large buttocks.
After a moment Katherine replied.
“Yes, Miss Downey.” The seventeen-year-old let out a satisfied moan.
“Very well, Katherine. We shall start with a hand spanking, then the clothes brush, the slipper and then finally, the cane.” Helen used her left hand to push the girl further down into her lap.
“Yes, Miss Downey. Thank you, Miss Downey.” Katherine felt the juices flowing between her legs and feared that her bladder would let go all over her Form Mistress’ knees.
Helen Downey raised her small, but extremely hard right hand, in the air and paused for a moment.
“Right. Katherine. You are going to learn this afternoon that you never miss detention and always do whatever your teachers tell you to do. Is that understood, girl?” Helen smiled and sent her hand hurtling towards the plump buttocks lying over her knee in front of her.
“Yes, Miss!” Katherine Cook replied just as Miss Downey’s right hand connected with the seventeen-year-old girl’s bottom with an extremely loud “slap!”
The quiet sixth former felt the first slap but remained still over her teacher’s knee. She had been punished at school before, but also, took regular trips across her step-mother’s knee for attitude and misbehaviour at home. Her young step-mother, Linda Cook, had established her authority almost immediately and kept the stubborn schoolgirl in line with a thick leather belt. There were also punishments that had involved her step-mother’s bath brush and crook-handled dragon cane.
Helen looked down at the curly brown hair that covered Katherine’s head. The girl concentrated on the carpeted floor in front of her as her Form Mistress went to work with her hand.
“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” Miss Downey slapped Katherine’s buttocks alternately.
“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” The young History teacher wrapped out the next set quickly.
“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” Half a dozen slow, and extremely hard, smacks on Katherine Cook’s right bum cheek.
“Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!” The same treatment for the girl’s left buttock.
Miss Downey smiled as she continued punishing the white, fleshy set of buttocks before her. Katherine’s bottom wobbled as her teacher’s right hand landed each time. The seventeen-year-old took it well and stayed in position, despite the obvious pain being inflicted on her large bottom. Helen continued to work away with her small right hand for fifteen minutes, in which time she had turned Katherine’s bottom a bright shade of pink. She liked Katherine and decided to resist slapping the girl’s thighs and backs of legs. Once she had completed the hand spanking, she paused and reached behind her, taking her ebony-backed clothes brush from her desk with her right hand.
The twenty-three-year-old teacher was aware that she was extremely turned on and could also tell that Katherine was aroused too. The girl was pushing her crotch down into Helen’s lap and the teacher could feel the dampness. Miss Downey laid the oval-headed ebony-backed clothes brush against Katherine’s warm bottom and took a deep breath.
“Twelve smacks, Katherine, for missing Miss Coulson’s detention, young lady.” Helen wasted no time in administering the second part of Katherine Cook’s punishment.
“Thump!” Miss Downey swiped the nasty wooden brush across the centre of the girl’s bare bottom.
“Thump!” The treatment was repeated a few moments later.
“Thump!” Helen brought the brush down as hard as she could across Katherine’s right bum cheek, pushing the brush in as far as she could.
“Thump!” Katherine’s left buttock received its share.
Katherine’s resistance had been broken and she used her right hand to wipe her eyes and nose as she began crying. There was no use in struggling as her Form Mistress held her securely in place over her knee with her left hand. The sixth form girl simply tried to prepare herself for the rest of the punishment that was coming her way.
“Thump!” The ebony-backed clothes brush ignited a fire in Katherine’s fleshy bottom.
“Thump!” A swipe against the crease in between buttock and thigh.
“Thump!” Her right buttock received the same treatment.
Miss Downey paused and placed the brush on Katherine’s back. She then began to rub the seventeen-year old’s bottom with her right hand. It was extremely warm to the touch and once again, Helen found her right hand wandering across the girl’s private parts. She smiled as she felt how moist Katherine Cook’s vagina was and placed a finger inside, gently stroking and touching. A few moments later, the young teacher returned to the task in hand and wrapped out the remaining swipes with the nasty clothes brush rapidly, holding Katherine tightly in place with her left arm.
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
The young History teacher threw her clothes brush on the floor and sat back in her leather-backed chair, listening to Katherine’s gasps, sniffs and sobs. Helen allowed the girl a few minutes to recover, all the time, rubbing the girl’s large bottom with her small right hand. Once satisfied that the sixth former was calm, Miss Downey stroked the girl’s short, brown hair.
“Get up, Katherine, and go and bend over the desk at the front of the class.” She ran her right hand down from Katherine’s head, across her back, stopping as she touched the girl’s bare bottom.
Slowly, and awkwardly, Katherine Cook got to her feet and stared at her Form Mistress. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and wiped her nose with the back of her left hand before moving over to the front row of desks and bending right over. Miss Downey slowly got to her feet and picked up the large, size thirteen, leather soled slipper from her desk. The diminutive History Mistress took up a position to the girl’s left-hand side and measured the slipper out against Katherine’s large bottom.
“Twelve smacks, Katherine. I don’t want any fuss, young lady.” Helen wasted no time in resuming the seventeen-year old’s punishment.
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
Helen Downey placed her left hand on the girl’s back and pushed her down into the desk, enabling her to administer the punishment quickly. Katherine Cook tried to struggle but Helen was able to administer half of the punishment without any disruption. After the first six smacks with the slipper, she paused to allow Katherine to recover and also for the young teacher to admire her handiwork. Once she was satisfied, she re-took her position at Katherine’s left-hand side and aimed for the girl’s thighs. She then quickly completed this part of the sixth former’s punishment.
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
Helen ran her cool hands across Katherine’s throbbing and scorching bottom. After a few moments, the teacher threw her slipper onto her desk and walked across and picked up her junior school cane. She flexed it a few times before swishing it through the air, still mesmerised by the sound it made. Katherine Cook remained still, awaiting the finale to her punishment.
Helen Downey measured the three-foot long rattan cane out across Katherine’s flabby bottom and began tapping it gently. She 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, just as she had seen Ms. Storey do recently.
“Right, Katherine. Twelve strokes of the cane and then you can write Miss Coulson a letter of apology. Is that understood, you, naughty girl?”
Katherine looked back over her left shoulder at her young Form Mistress. She sniffed and wiped her eyes once more, trying to return her breathing to normal, rather than breathing in gasps. Eventually, she managed to reply.
“Yes. Miss Downey. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” She continued to stare at Helen.
The young teacher smiled, tapping the red and swollen bottom in front of her. She rolled up the right sleeve of her light pink blouse.
“I’m glad to hear it, young lady.” She replied as Katherine buried her face in her arms.
“Thwack!” Miss Downey brought the cane crashing down across the centre of Katherine Cook’s fleshy bottom.
“Thwack!” A second stroke landed within millimetres of the first.
“Thwack!” The sixth former’s right buttock received a severe stroke.
“Thwack!” Her left buttock received its share.
“Thwack!” Helen intentionally caught the girl low across the bottom.
“Thwack!” Another stroke across the girl’s right bum cheek.
Helen Downey paused and leaned in close to inspect Katherine Cook’s battered bottom. She ran her small left hand across the large bottom in front of her, smiling as the girl moaned with pleasure as the cold hand soothed her red-hot and sore bottom. The young teacher continued to rub and soothe the girl for a few minutes before deciding to conclude the punishment. She re-took her position at Katherine’s left-hand side and once satisfied with her stance, wrapped out the remaining half a dozen strokes across the crease between buttock and thigh, giving the seventeen-year-old no time to react to the pain.
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
“Thwack!”
Once she had concluded the punishment, Miss Downey placed the cane on the desk next to where Katherine was lying face down, crying loudly. Helen began to soothe her by rubbing her cool hands across the burning bottom in front of her. She continued to do this, listening to the girl crying and sobbing. After a few minutes, Katherine had calmed down and Helen Downey found her right hand wandering. Eventually, it had found its way between Katherine Cook’s legs and the twenty-three-year-old teacher touched the girl’s private parts. It was immediately apparent that the seventeen-year-old girl was aroused by her Form Mistress.
Miss Downey took a quick look towards the door and decided to go for it. She rubbed Katherine’s pussy lips with her fingers before slowly slipping them inside the girl’s wet vagina. She slowly began touching and probing her further and further and smiled as Katherine began to moan loudly. Helen kept touching the young lady smiling as she eventually came to orgasm. Miss Downey continued to stroke Katherine Cook on her back until she had calmed herself and was ready to stand up.
“Okay, Katherine. I don’t want to have to punish you again, is that clear, young lady?” Helen smiled as she saw Katherine’s large breasts, proudly standing out in front of her under her white cotton school blouse.
“Yes, Miss Downey. I’m very sorry.” Katherine sniffed
“Very well. Get dressed and then sit down and write a letter of apology to Miss Coulson.” She smiled as Katherine walked over to her pile of clothes and began to dress, obviously in discomfort.
That evening, Miss Downey masturbated at the thought of what she had done to Katherine Cook. She had enjoyed having the girl over her knee but had really become aroused when pleasuring the seventeen-year-old. Before she went to bed that night, she texted the woman who had offered to help her with her issues and had masturbated again when the reply came.
“Well, Helen. I think that maybe in our next meeting you really need to feel what Katherine felt this afternoon, isn’t it? I will catch up with you tomorrow sometime and we can discuss this.”
Katherine received two more punishments from Helen during the remainder of the school year. Although the punishments were severe, the sixth former found that she enjoyed being at the mercy of her sweet and innocent Form Mistress. She was already aroused by the time she arrived for her detentions and loved the way that the twenty-three-year-old teacher touched and teased her.
The brown-haired student wished she could return the favour to her teacher, but was unsure about mentioning that to Helen, who seemed happy enough pleasuring her. The additional punishment that she received from her step mum for being punished at school, was a price well paying if it meant she could get close to Miss Downey.
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