Miss Downey Meets Her Form Class For The First Time: Chapter Two free porn video
This was it. The time had come.
Helen Downey walked down the corridor of the Sixth Form block with the Head of Sixth Form, Nicola McNamara. The older lady was the Head of St. Katherine’s Girls’ Sixth Form and had spent time during each of the previous two inset days helping Helen sort anything out that she needed.
“They’re a lovely form class, Helen. All nice girls who are generally high achievers. You’ll get no problems from them and they will look after you, I’m sure.” Mrs. McNamara looked back at Helen Downey before continuing.
“You’ve got Jasmine’s oldest daughter in your class too and she’s a lovely girl.” Nicola McNamara paused as she reached the set of stairs that led up to Helen’s classroom.
“Of course, there are a couple of characters in there too, who will try it on with you, but just don’t give them an inch, Miss and I’m sure they’ll soon fall into line.” The Head of Sixth Form laughed and moved to head up the stairs.
“And who would they be?” Helen Downey asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
“Oh, they’re just a couple of silly, naughty girls. They’re not nasty at all – just haven’t grown up yet. Still think that they’re in Year Ten and not in Sixth Form.” The older lady smiled before continuing.
“Heidi Owen and Nicole Rannigan. They led Melanie a merry dance last year but hopefully they’ve done some growing up over the summer holidays.” She laughed once again and began climbing the flight of stairs up to the first floor.
Helen followed Nicola up the flight of stairs and along the corridor until they came to Helen’s classroom. The older woman paused and turned around to face Miss Downey. The smile had disappeared from her face and had been replaced by an intently serious expression.
“If you do have any trouble or issues with the girls then my office is three doors down this corridor as you know – as do they – and feel free to either send them to me or send one of them to come and get me. They won’t want me to come into your form class so the threat alone should be enough.” The smile returned to her face as she turned the door handle and paused.
“Shall we, Miss Downey?” Nicola McNamara opened the door slowly and Helen watched her step inside, following a short way behind, closing the door quietly.
As the ladies entered Helen’s classroom, the sixteen students in Miss Downey’s form class stood up, with varying degrees of enthusiasm. The last to her feet was Heidi, who had been too distracted by her mobile phone, only noticing that someone had entered the room thanks to a nudge from Kim, who was the Head Girl. Heidi Owen’s slow reactions were noticed by Mrs. McNamara immediately. She decided to deal with it once she had done what she had come to do that morning.
“Thank you, girls. Welcome back. I do hope that you all had a relaxing summer holiday.” She continued staring at Heidi, before continuing.
“Please sit down, girls.” Nicola smiled as the class re-took their seats and focused their attention on their Head of Year and the other woman who was with her.
Nicola McNamara turned and looked to Helen Downey, who stood nervously looking at the sixteen sixth form students that she would be responsible for that year.
“Girls. This is Miss Downey. She will be replacing Mrs. Pearson as your Form Mistress this year. She’s joining the History department, so those of you who are studying History will probably have her as your teacher too.” The small Head of Sixth Form paused and looked back at the girls.
Heidi Owen finally realised that Mrs. McNamara was looking at her. She was in trouble already.
“I expect you to help Miss with anything she asks of you and also, that you treat Miss Downey with the utmost respect that St. Katherine’s girls show to everyone. Is that understood?” The hint of a threat was clear in her tone.
“Yes, Miss,” the girls replied with a trace of boredom in their reply.
“Good. Well, Miss will hand out timetables and things and explain what is going to happen this half term. Then this afternoon your lessons will start.” The older lady smiled at Helen and walked back to the door, holding the door handle and pausing.
“Heidi Owen. I need to see you for a moment outside.” She stared at the girl and then back to Helen, a wicked little smile on her face.
Heidi got to her feet and slowly made her way to the front of the classroom until she was towering over the diminutive Mrs. McNamara.
“Why, Miss? I haven’t done anything,” she replied, trying to remain calm.
“I just want a quick word with you outside, that’s all. If you show me attitude, young lady, I’ll take you straight down to Ms. Storey. Is that clear?” Nicola raised her voice to emphasize the last three words and it made Helen Downey jump with shock.
“Yes, Miss,” Heidi replied quietly and followed her teacher out into the corridor, quietly closing the door behind her.
Helen Downey smiled at the girls who sat, staring back at her in silence. The young teacher decided to continue without the tall, red-haired Heidi and began introducing herself and explaining her expectations of the form class. After about ten minutes, the classroom door opened and Heidi Owen entered, looking angry. She closed the door quietly and looked at Helen before making her way to her seat at the back of the classroom. She sat down behind her desk, propping her head up with her hands.
That first hour passed quickly and the girls did as Helen Downey instructed them. Each was given her timetable for that year and a homework planner, which they filled out with the homework that they would be given each day. The young teacher decided that she would try to talk to each girl and had spoken to the first two when all of a sudden, the silence was broken by Heidi shouting out.
“ I’m not washing my red hair out. She’s a fucking old cow and I hate her!” The culprit was easily identified as the eyes of each of the other girls in the class stared at the large, red-haired girl sitting at the back of the room.
Helen Downey had been kneeling down but got to her feet and immediately focused on Heidi Owen, who was looking sheepish. The young History teacher had hoped that she would never have to use corporal punishment on any student she taught, but here she was, just over an hour into her career, and was faced with a decision – establish her authority there and then or pretend that she had not heard it and let it go. However, it was so loud, and so obvious, that she couldn’t ignore it. Miss Downey continued to stare at Heidi, who busied herself working on her homework planner, hoping that nothing would happen. Once Helen had taken a few deep breaths and decided how to proceed, she opened her mouth.
“Heidi, you do not use language like that in school – or anywhere for that matter.” She slowly walked the short distance to the back of the room where Heidi Owen was sat, busily filling in her planner.
Heidi knew she had been caught out and looked up, best apologetic look on her face.
“Sorry, Miss. It just slipped out – I didn’t mean it,” she smiled.
Helen had a choice to make - accept the half-hearted apology and hope that the girl did not misbehave in future or give her a dose of corporal punishment to show the tall girl that her new teacher was as strict as Mrs. McNamara or even Ms. Storey. The thought of the caning that she had agreed to during her interview all those months ago helped Miss Downey decide how she would deal with Heidi Owen.
“Well, I think I need to show you that language like that should never 'slip out' in a classroom, young lady.” The young teacher stood to the seventeen-year-old girl’s right shoulder and looked down at her.
“I think you need to learn your manners and how to control your language, young lady,” Helen continued.
Heidi Owen looked over her shoulder and at her young form mistress. She knew that she was in trouble and did not come up with a reply that helped her situation.
“Why?” She tried to ignore Helen Downey.
“Because it is really unacceptable to say things like that. Get up and come to the front of the room, please.” Miss Downey walked away and headed back to her desk at the front of the classroom, expecting the misbehaving girl to follow her.
Heidi remained sitting behind her desk, aware that everyone was watching her. Helen waited and began to panic as the red-haired seventeen-year-old ignored her instructions.
“Young lady. Come here now or do I have to go and fetch someone to deal with you?” Helen could feel herself becoming angry and upset.
What a great bloody start, she thought to herself, not taking her eyes off the girl who continued to sit at the back of the room, ignoring her instructions.
Finally, Helen Downey decided upon the only option that might get the girl to comply with her instruction. She really did not want to do this after just over an hour of being at the school but felt that she had been left with no other option.
“Come here now, Heidi, or I will have to go and get Mrs. McNamara or Ms. Storey.”
Helen immediately noticed the impact that the threat of Jasmine Storey, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of student behaviour and the woman who had caned her during her job interview, had on the whole group. Heidi Owen was also aware that she was in a bad situation and needed to get herself out of it before she ended up being caned by the no-nonsense Ms. Storey. Still, she remained seated but looked at the dark-haired Head Girl, Kim Campbell, who was sitting next to her.
“Better do as you’re told, Heidi, or you’ll really get it,” she said quietly.
Helen watched as Heidi decided that it would be better to do as her Form Mistress had asked her, and she got to her feet. She looked at Kim Campbell, and her friend, Aleesha Storey, Jasmine Storey’s daughter. The seventeen-year-old smiled as she tried to maintain her composure in front of her friends. Deep down, she hoped that the punishment coming her way wouldn’t be as severe as the two canings she had received the previous year from Ms. Storey for her behaviour around school.
The young teacher opened the large drawer in her desk and removed the ebony-backed clothes brush that Ms. Storey had recommended to her. She placed it on her desk and placed her hands on her hips as Heidi finally arrived at her desk.
“Right, young lady. I will not tolerate language like that; so you will be spanked.” She pulled her chair out from under her desk and placed it in the space in between the whiteboard and front row of desks.
Heidi exhaled dramatically, playing to the audience. This only served to make Helen Downey more determined to teach her a lesson. She sat down on the padded chair and ironed the creases from her patterned summer dress with her hands, all the time staring at the naughty sixth former. She reached behind her and picked up the clothes brush.
“Bend over my knee, young lady – hands flat on the floor,” Helen commanded confidently.
Heidi Owen remained still and looked at her friends, who were shocked that their new teacher was about to punish her as they watched. Helen Downey cleared her throat to indicate her impatience. The seventeen-year-old girl decided to go through with it. Besides, the young woman, who was so obviously new to the job, wouldn’t be half as severe as Jasmine Storey would be on her. She stepped closer and reached over Miss Downey’s lap, placing both of her hands flat on the carpeted floor before her. She shuffled around on Helen’s knees until she was comfortable and awaited her punishment.
Miss Downey placed her clothes brush on the floor next to her right foot and with both hands, gently lifted Heidi’s navy pleated school skirt to reveal her tight, white school knickers. The young History teacher placed her hands on the girl’s back and paused for a moment. She was so glad that she had asked Ms. Storey the right procedure for administering a punishment. Heidi Owen obviously knew that this was the way that punishments were given at St. Katherine’s School as she remained silent.
Helen Downey placed her small right hand on Heidi Owen’s white knickers and looked at the rest of her form class. They were watching her, open-mouthed at what they were about to witness. Mrs. Pearson had never punished any of them in this way. Their new Form Mistress was definitely someone to be watched carefully in the coming weeks and months.
Red-haired Heidi continued to shuffle around on Helen’s silky summer dress. She had suddenly become hot and the juices inside her private parts had started to flow. She bit her lip gently as she awaited her punishment to start and hoped that her bladder wouldn’t let go in front of the other girls in her class. The feeling inside the seventeen-year-old’s vagina grew as Miss Downey began to rub the girl’s large bottom with her small right hand. Heidi closed her eyes and tried not to think about how turned on she was by being so close to Helen and pushed herself deeper into the older woman’s knees to try and stop the feelings between her legs.
“Now, young lady. I am going to punish you for your bad language. I will also be recording this in Ms. Storey’s Punishment Register.” Helen raised her right hand and took a deep breath, figuring out where to land her first smack.
The girls looked at one another. They were obviously dealing with someone who knew the rules and had been thoroughly briefed by ladies like Jasmine Storey and Nicola McNamara about how to administer punishments at the school.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” Heidi replied submissively, just as the first smack landed on her covered bottom with a muffled “thump!”
Miss Downey felt the young lady move as her hand connected with her covered bottom. She paused for a moment, looking across to the Head Girl, who simply nodded back at her.
“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” Helen smacked the girl’s right buttock as hard as she could, before repeating the dose on her left bum cheek.
“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” Heidi Owen’s left buttock received the same rapid-fire treatment from Helen Downey’s small hand.
Helen Downey looked up at the girls in her form class and stared at Aleesha Storey, who, like Kim Campbell, simply nodded back at her.
I must be doing the right thing, she thought as she resumed spanking the sizeable and fleshy bottom lying draped across her lap.
The History teacher continued to spank the foul-mouthed sixth former for a further five minutes, careful to concentrate on just the bottom, even if she was tempted to slap the young lady across the exposed backs of her legs and thighs. Helen paused and placed her left hand on Heidi’s lower back and reached down beside her right foot to pick up her brush. Heidi saw her do this and started crying.
Helen could feel how hot Heidi had become from the first part of her punishment and suddenly noticed that her summer dress felt damp from having the girl draped over her lap. The twenty-two-year-old teacher tried to take her mind away from this and concentrate on completing the punishment, but she was aware that it wasn’t just Heidi Owen who was aroused. She was too. Her knickers were becoming increasingly wet and she hoped that her erect nipples weren’t visible through her silky dress to the audience who were still watching the punishment absolutely mesmerised. Miss Downey decided to conclude the punishment quickly and then she could remain sat behind her desk until lunchtime when she could deal with herself in the female staff toilet.
“Please, Miss. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise.” She began to squirm over the teacher’s knee.
Helen Downey struggled to hold the larger girl in place, securing her with her left hand under the girl’s stomach. She pulled her close into her and tapped her gently with the brush.“That may well be, young lady but you are going to receive six strokes with the brush just to make sure.” Helen placed the nasty wooden brush across the dead centre of the large bottom lying at her mercy.
“Please, Miss!” Heidi Owen pleaded, in between the genuine sobs and sniffs.
“Be quiet or you’ll get double!” Miss Downey found herself raising her voice.
A second later she raised the brush in the air, bringing it down a short time later across the centre of Heidi’s already red buttocks with a heavy-sounding “thud!”
The naughty seventeen-year-old tried to move but was held securely in place by the surprisingly strong History teacher.
“Thud!” Helen hit her hard on her fleshy right buttock.
A second later, her left bum cheek received the same medicine.
“Thud!”
Heidi Owen was crying and didn’t care that her classmates could see her. All credibility that she once had as the form hard case had long since disappeared thanks to Miss Downey’s small right hand.
“Thud!” Helen looked at the class. They were still sitting there shocked.
Good, she thought.
Conscious that they still had lots of things to sort out and that break-time was fast approaching, Helen decided to administer the final two strokes quickly and then return the classroom to normality. She raised the brush above her head and brought it crashing down, landing the final two strokes within a few seconds of one another.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
The young teacher reached back over to her desk and threw the ebony-backed clothes brush on top of a pile of papers. She sat for a few moments with Heidi Owen still lying across her knee. The girl let out the occasional sniff and sob and Helen could feel through her white knickers that her bottom was warm.
“Now, Heidi, get up and go and sort yourself out in the toilet.” Helen sat back in the chair and watched as the teary seventeen-year-old awkwardly got to her feet.
The tall red-haired sixth former rubbed her eyes with her left hand and looked down at the young teacher, who was staring up at her.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, young lady?” Helen Downey brushed the creases from her summer dress and got to her feet, picking up her chair and replacing it under her desk.
“I’m sorry, Miss. I won’t do anything like that again – please don’t tell Ms. Storey!” Heidi Owen said almost pleadingly.
Helen Downey smiled sweetly. She had done what she needed to do. She had taken one of the naughtier girls in her class and made an immediate example of her in front of the rest of them. Surely that would show the girls who was in charge in that room and what would happen to any of them if they so much as thought about defying the misleadingly sweet Miss Downey. She picked up the clothes brush and unintentionally held it up, so that the whole class got a good look at it in her right hand, before placing it back in her desk drawer which she closed.
Heidi walked to the door and opened it gently before leaving the classroom. She was gone for fifteen minutes in order to relieve herself, clean her face and sort out her appearance. For the rest of the morning, Helen’s Form class, 13 HDY, sat in silence doing the tasks that Helen asked them to complete. Once the alarm for lunchtime had sounded, she dismissed the girls and made her way down to the reception area, where Jasmine Storey kept the Punishment Book. She was just filling out the entry for Heidi (the first entry of the school year!) when Ms. Storey joined her.
“Everything okay, Helen?” she asked cheerfully.
“Yes. Thank you, Ms. Storey. Had to deal with one of my girls already, but everything’s fine.” Helen closed the Punishment Book and turned to head towards the staff toilets.
She had no idea why punishing one of the girls had made her feel this way. She would have to confide in one of her closest friends to see if this was a normal reaction or whether she needed help in dealing with this issue.
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