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Neither Lindsay Pinkham nor Laura Galley were shocked when their Form Mistress, Helen Downey had read out their names from the list that morning. Both eighteen-year-old sixth formers knew that they were due a punishment for not having their PE kit the previous day.
Both girls had deliberately “forgotten” their kit as they hated what they were doing in PE. Gymnastics just wasn’t their thing. Laura Galley, the short, quiet girl who had missed out on being Head Girl to Kim Campbell wanted to be a lawyer and focused on her academic subjects. To her, the compulsory PE lesson that every sixth form girl had to do each week was a waste of an hour’s study time for something more worthwhile. This would be her second punishment for having deliberately missed PE. Laura was a little uneasy as her PE teacher was the Head of Girls’ PE, Miss MacKintosh, who according to the girls who had received punishment at St. Katherine’s School, was the second most severe teacher behind the Deputy Head Mistress, Ms. Storey.
Laura, as a repeat offender, would be due twelve smacks with the size ten plimsoll, which Leonie MacKintosh openly referred to as “The Enforcer.” Dark-haired Laura Galley remembered only too well how much those six smacks, given on her bare bottom whilst bent over the vaulting horse in the sports hall, had hurt her. It had made her cry in front of the other girls who were awaiting their turn to be punished that morning and also meant that she hadn’t been able to sit down without feeling it for a few days after the event.
Lindsay Pinkham, the extremely tall, long-haired brunette, captain of the senior netball team, loved PE but just hated gymnastics and saw it as a waste of time. This would be her third punishment for having no kit, but she had decided that she would rather take the maximum eighteen smacks with the plimsoll from Miss Parkinson, her PE Mistress (and netball team coach) than do their current “enforced” activity in PE. Like Laura, she wanted to go to University and study sports medicine and was a good student who caused her teachers no issues and did what she was told without question or argument.
She had a good relationship with Bryony Parkinson, the twenty-five-year-old PE Mistress, but knew that the tall, semi-professional hockey player and county tennis player punished severely. Like Laura Galley, she hadn’t sat down for two days after her first walloping from her teacher and for five days after her second punishment. However, her hatred for gymnastics was just far greater than any discomfort that Miss Parkinson would cause with her gym shoe. Added to the smacks she would be receiving that morning, as it was her third punishment in a single term, Lindsay would be summoned to explain herself to Deputy Head Mistress, Jasmine Storey.
The girls arrived together at the PE Department and Lindsay knocked on the door of the PE office. After a few moments, the door was opened by Theresa Conway, the second in the PE department at St. Katherine’s School. She looked at the sixth formers and smiled, knowing who they were and why they were there.
“Hi, girls. What can I do for you?” Mrs. Conway asked cheerfully.
She pulled the door open a little further, which allowed Lindsay to see the back of Leonie MacKintosh, who was sitting at her desk. Also, on top of the cabinet near the door, the eighteen-year-old girl caught sight of the white, size ten plimsoll that the Head of PE loved so much, as well as a collection of other implements, including the leather-soled slipper that Bryony would shortly be using upon her bottom.
“We’ve both come because we missed PE yesterday, Miss.” Lindsay looked back at Laura and then turned her attention back to the tall, slim, Theresa Conway.
“Oh, right, Lindsay. Better go and wait in the sports hall and we’ll be with you in a minute. Just waiting for Miss Parkinson to finish her lesson,” Mrs. Conway smiled.
The two sixth form girls turned and headed back down the corridor and stopped when they reached the double doors to the sports hall. Laura pulled the door open and allowed Lindsay in before following her, closing the heavy door quietly behind her. As soon as they entered the large, brick-walled sports hall, they noticed the vaulting boxes set up around the large open space. They also noticed four other girls in school uniform, from different year groups, who were also there for misbehaviour in PE Lessons, or more likely, failing to bring their kit.
The other girls looked at Lindsay and Laura. It was unusual for sixth formers to be punished by the PE Mistresses. As well as that, Lindsay Pinkham was well-known by almost every girl at St. Katherine’s as a sporty girl who represented the school at hockey, netball, swimming, athletics as well as being the first eleven netball captain. Laura Galley simply looked away from their stares, but Lindsay smiled at them and placed her school bag on the floor, folding her arms, with an impatient look on her face. This made the younger girls smile. The two sixth formers took off their blazers and began to hope that the PE mistresses had forgotten that they were waiting for their punishments.
At that very moment, the door to the sports hall opened and the girls turned their attention to that instead. Within a moment, the door had closed, and they were faced by the members of the PE Department – Miss MacKintosh, Miss Parkinson, Mrs. Conway and Miss Thompson.
“Right. Girls. I’m not going to waste any time today, so Laura and Lindsay, go and bend right over the ends of that vaulting box there,” Leonie MacKintosh commanded, pointing to the vaulting box with the white plimsoll which she held in her right hand.
The two sixth formers did not need asking twice and headed straight for the tall and long padded box to their right. As they made their way over to it, they heard the no-nonsense PE Mistress instructing the other girls who had been unfortunate enough to fall foul of the rules.
“Bethany Marshall and Shannon Markham, get yourselves over there,” Miss MacKintosh instructed.
“Molly Ridgewell and Naomi Henderson, get over there,” the tall PE teacher barked.
The two sixth formers stared at one another as Miss MacKintosh and Miss Parkinson made their way over to where they stood. Despite having been punished before, both Laura and Lindsay were nervous. Laura could see that Leonie, plimsoll in her right hand, meant business. Lindsay, likewise, saw the leather-soled slipper that Bryony Parkinson held out for her to see. Lindsay looked down at the wooden floor. She knew exactly how much that innocent-looking slipper hurt.
“Okay, girls. You know the routine. Knickers down, skirts up and reach right over each end of the box for us,” Miss MacKintosh said softly, but in a tone that left the girls in no doubt that there was no way out of the punishment.
Both girls slowly reached under their knee-length skirts and pulled their white school knickers down, just enough to expose their buttocks. Laura and Lindsay lifted their pleated black skirts and walked forward towards the large wooden gym box. Laura bent over one end and Lindsay followed her friend by bending over the opposite side. Lindsay Pinkham closed her eyes and hoped that this would be over quickly. She knew that it was going to hurt and shuddered at the prospect of having to go to Geography just a few moments after her punishment and then trying to sit down without making everyone aware of what had happened to her.
Out of sight of the girls, Bryony Parkinson and Leonie MacKintosh prepared them for their impending punishments. Leonie raised Laura’s school skirt and gently tucked it up into the girl’s white school blouse so that it wouldn’t move during the punishment. The extremely tall, red-haired, Bryony Parkinson did the same to Lindsay, lowering her knickers ever so slightly so that the girl’s bottom was totally exposed.
“Right, Laura. Twelve smacks for not having your PE kit for a second time. Do you understand, girl?” Miss MacKintosh had moved in close behind Laura Galley and measured the nasty, size ten plimsoll out across the girl’s small bottom.
“Yes, Miss MacKintosh,” Laura replied nervously.
Leonie began tapping the heavy gym shoe against Laura Galley’s bare bottom and looked across at Miss Parkinson.
“Lindsay Pinkham, as this is your third punishment this term for having no PE kit, you will receive eighteen smacks with my slipper. Is that understood, young lady?” Bryony placed her left hand on the eighteen-year-old’s bottom and waited.
“Yes, Miss Parkinson,” the girl replied.
“Also, as it's your third time this term, you will report to Ms. Storey’s office at lunchtime. Is that clear, Lindsay?” Bryony smiled.
Lindsay Pinkham exhaled deeply. She knew that Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress would be far from pleased that a sixth form girl had been punished three times in a single term.
"Yes, Miss Parkinson. I’m sorry, Miss.” Lindsay tightened her grip on the suede top of the vaulting box and awaited that first, painful swipe with the slipper.
It was Leonie MacKintosh who began the punishment. The tall, athletic, PE Mistress had two other bottoms to deal with that break time and had no time to waste. The blonde-haired teacher placed her left hand on the lower back of Laura Galley and used her physical strength to push the girl down into the vaulting box, her bottom rising slightly as she did this. Miss MacKintosh smiled, measured out “The Enforcer” against the bottom lying exposed before her once more before drawing the nasty size ten plimsoll back and bringing it down with a loud “thump!” which seemed to echo loudly around the brick-walled gym.
Laura Galley felt that first smack and tried to move as the pain registered in her brain, but her movements were futile. Miss MacKintosh had enough strength to hold her down and continued to administer the eleven remaining smacks across Laura Galley’s slim and small bottom.
“Thump!” The second smack echoed loudly around the large gym.
As Laura was biting her lip and trying not to cry out, the sounds of the other girls being punished began. On the opposite side of the gym, Bethany Marshall and Shannon Markham’s punishments began at the hands of Theresa Conway and Laura Thompson. Laura was oblivious to all the other noises echoing around the cold, brick-walled gym. She was struggling to stop squirming and knew that she was close to tears as Miss MacKintosh continued to rap out her twelve smacks.
“Thump!” The solid, size ten plimsoll bit into Laura’s right buttock.
She yelled out but her teacher ignored her and pushed her further down into the vaulting box with her left elbow.
“Thump!” “The Enforcer” kissed the sixth former’s left buttock.
“Thump!” Miss MacKintosh brought her plimsoll down across Laura Galley’s left thigh.
The eighteen-year-old sixth former screamed with pain and her tears were flowing freely down her cheeks, falling onto the wooden floor below. Leonie MacKintosh smiled to herself. She never failed to make the girls cry with her nasty plimsoll. She paused for a moment and lined up the remaining strokes.
“Thump!” The shoe swiped straight across the centre of Laura’s bottom.
“Thump!” This landed within millimetres of her previous stroke.
“Thump!” Another smack across the fleshy centre of Laura Galley’s bottom.
The sixth former had been broken and was crying loudly. She was not the only one. Across the gym, Bethany Marshall was screaming as the six strokes of the slipper were being administered to her chubby bottom by her teacher, Mrs. Conway. At the opposite side of the vaulting box where she lay, Shannon Markham was also crying and sobbing uncontrollably as Laura Thompson strapped her bare buttocks with a tawse six times. Leonie smiled and returned her focus to Laura Galley. She needed to hurry up as she had two other girls to deal with that breaktime.
“Thump!” Laura’s thighs received a painful swipe.
“Thump!” Leonie MacKintosh repeated the previous stroke.
Laura Galley tried to move her arm to stop the punishment, but Leonie MacKintosh simply leaned over her and pushed her weight down on the diminutive sixth former. She wasted no time in administering the final two smacks.
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
As soon as she had completed the twelve strokes, Leonie MacKintosh released her grip on Laura and walked quickly over to the two girls in the far corner of the gym, who had been awaiting their punishment, watching and listening as the other girls received their discipline.
“Get up, Laura and sort yourself out and then get off to lessons!” Miss MacKintosh raised her voice as she made her way over to where Molly Ridgewell and Naomi Henderson had been waiting for their turn as the other girls were dealt with.
As Laura was taking her twelve smacks with Miss MacKintosh’s “Enforcer,” on the opposite end of the vaulting box, Lindsay Pinkham was having an inferno ignited in her bottom by the extremely tall, red-haired Bryony Parkinson, who was thrashing the sixth former with a leather-soled slipper.
“Whack!” That first smack did not have much effect on Lindsay, who remained still.
“Whack!” The leather-soled slipper kissed the centre of her bottom.
Again, no reaction from the eighteen-year-old girl.
“Whack!” Miss Parkinson pushed the leather-soled slipper into the perfectly formed bottom in front of her.
“Whack!” She deliberately caught Lindsay Pinkham in the crease between right buttock and thigh.
“Whack!” Lindsay’s left buttock and thigh received the same treatment.
“Whack!” Bryony Parkinson returned to dealing with the fleshy buttocks quivering in front of her.
Bryony Parkinson paused for a moment as she allowed Lindsay Pinkham to adjust her position over the vaulting box. Once settled, the young PE Mistress resumed her onslaught against one of her favourite students.
“Whack!” The slipper landed heavily across the sixth former’s right buttock.
“Whack!” The girl’s left buttock received its share.
Like Laura Galley, who had begun to cry loudly as Miss Mackintosh dealt with her, so Lindsay began crying at this point. Miss Parkinson carried on regardless, simply pushing the girl down into the vaulting box with her strong left hand.
“Whack!” The tan-coloured slipper made Lindsay Pinkham shout out as it connected at full-force with her bottom.
“Whack!” Another full-force forehand winner from county tennis player, Bryony Parkinson.
“Fuck!” Lindsay Pinkham shouted out in pain but then realised what she had said and tried to avoid additional punishment.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” she added quickly, aware that the tall, red-haired PE Mistress had heard her unintentional outburst.
Miss Parkinson decided to ignore the slip of the tongue and finish the punishment quickly. She rapped out the final eight strokes of Lindsay’s eighteen-stroke punishment quickly and painfully.
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
“Whack!”
Miss Parkinson removed her left hand from the shaking and crying sixth former’s back and took a few steps back from the vaulting box. She looked over at Leonie MacKintosh, who was busy administering the six-stroke punishments to Bethany and Naomi. The sound of “The Enforcer” echoed loudly around the large building as it connected with the girls’ bare bottoms.
“Right, Lindsay. Get up and get yourself sorted out. Remember that you need to wait outside Ms. Storey’s office at 12.30 this lunchtime. Is that understood, girl?” Miss Parkinson tried to act stern, but it wasn’t convincing.
Lindsay Pinkham stood up and immediately placed her cool hands on her scorching bottom. She rubbed and continued to sob loudly, sniffing and letting her tears fall onto the gym floor before answering her teacher.
“Yes, Miss Parkinson. I’m sorry, Miss.” She rubbed more tears from her eyes with the back of her left hand.
The tall PE teacher smiled as Miss MacKintosh continued to spank the girls with her plimsoll at the far end of the gym.
“Make sure that you have your kit next week, Lindsay or you’ll have to attend a meeting with Mrs. McNamara and Ms. Storey.”
Bryony turned away and headed to the double doors of the gym. Behind her, Laura and Lindsay looked at one another. They were both rubbing their throbbing and sore bottoms. After a few more moments, once both girls had calmed themselves and had stopped crying, they slowly, and carefully, pulled up their knickers and lowered their school skirts. They straightened their ties and tucked in their blouses before replacing their school blazers.
Both girls quickly headed out of the gym and hurried to the sixth form toilets where they did their best to clean their faces and hopefully hide the fact that they had been crying, from their classmates. Thankfully for Laura, she had a free period, so she remained in the toilets until she was satisfied that her discreet make-up covered her tear-stained face. She then made her way to the library, where she found her friend, Aleesha Storey. She told the Deputy Head Mistress’ daughter what her break-time punishment had been like that day.
Lindsay Pinkham was not so fortunate. She tried to sort her appearance out and by the time she was satisfied, she was late. She hurried along the corridor to Miss Coulson’s Geography classroom and quietly opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind her. The full class of fifteen girls stared at her as did her teacher, Laura Coulson.
“Late – Lindsay Pinkham!” The tall, young, black-haired Geography Mistress raised her voice.
Lindsay looked flustered and panicked. She did not want to have to bend over Laura’s desk for an additional dose of punishment. She thought about what to say and looked at her teacher.
“I was with Miss Parkinson, Miss. I’m sorry I’m late.” Lindsay turned to look at her classmates, who were sitting there in silence.
Miss Coulson stood up and folded her arms across her chest. She smiled as she knew what “being with Miss Parkinson” meant. As did every girl in her class.
“Hurry up and sit down, young lady. You have a timed essay to do so get on with it,” Laura Coulson said softly and smiled sweetly.
“Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss,” Lindsay spat out.
She made her way to her desk at the back of the room and placed her bag on the floor. She pulled the chair out from under the desk and gently lowered herself onto the padded seat. It was no good; it still hurt, and she winced loudly. Katherine Cook, who was sitting next to her, looked over and smiled sympathetically at her. Lindsay smiled back and bent down, taking her things from her bag. She tried to concentrate on Miss Coulson’s timed essay in order to take the thought of the pain and throbbing in her bottom away.
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