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Carrie Laakkonen kissed Jessica’s lips gently and smiled. She loved the girl with the flowing long red hair more than anything in the world. She didn’t even care about the risk that the girls had been taking by seeing one another in Carrie’s bedroom for nearly two months now. The Deputy Head Girl at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College knew the consequences if the two girls were discovered in her bedroom together, but the seventeen-year-old knew that the chances of being discovered were slim thanks to the fact that her House Mistress, Mrs. Coulson rarely ventured outside her study during the evening before going home each night right on ten o’clock.

The dark-haired girl continued to kiss Jessica Fearnley, pawing at the slightly older girl’s small, but perfectly formed breasts. She simply lay on her back on Carrie’s bed and allowed her girlfriend to do as she pleased.

Carrie Laakkonen knew how fortunate she was to belong to Thomsen House. Mrs. Coulson was heading for retirement and, despite the fact that she still spanked her girls if they stepped out of line, Joanne tended to treat the twenty-eight boarders in her care with a respect that some of the other House Mistresses, such as the young, but terrifying, Amy Harket, or Rachel Portman, who had a “spank first ask questions later” attitude towards her girls, would never dream of doing. The seventeen-year-old was thankful for that.

She had been punished on several occasions during her just over six years at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College – very few girls had managed to escape being punished at least once during their time at the exclusive fee-paying school – but Carrie had managed to avoid any real serious trouble. She had been punished four times during her time at Alannah Lawrence, always for minor issues. Twice for not doing homework and twice for not having the correct PE kit. Carrie Laakkonen had admitted to Jessica and to her other friends that those hand spankings across the knee of her seriously quiet, and usually sweet, History Mistress, Miss Hickman and her Art Mistress, Mrs. Johnston, had been quite arousing. The other punishments, however, from her PE Mistress, the sweet and innocent looking Miss Whitley, were far from pleasant experiences.

Rachel Whitley had changed from being such a lovely teacher who most of the girls liked, to someone who administered her plimsoll to the bare bottom at every opportunity. Being made to lift her skirt, lower her knickers and then bend over Rachel’s desk in the PE office and take twelve full-force smacks with the nasty, canvas plimsoll from the muscular, semi-professional tennis player, had made her cry almost immediately the first swipe with the rubber-soled shoe had connected with her bare bottom.

Then there had been the caning, which she had to take as part of the appointment process in becoming Deputy Head Girl, which hadn’t been as bad as she had imagined it to be. She had been fortunate in that it had been administered by Charlotte Hickman, her old History Mistress and Form Mistress when she had started at Alannah Lawrence. The tall, dark-haired Deputy Head Mistress had given her six, relatively light swipes with her dragon cane and then quickly placed the cane back in her cupboard before giving Carrie a cuddle.

The Head Girl, Mia Holloway, hadn’t been so fortunate. Her caning as part of her acceptance of the post of Head Girl, had been administered by Melanie Edwards. The short, blonde-haired girl had never even had a detention during her time at the school and the caning had meant that she couldn’t sit properly for a week.

Carrie Laakkonen also enjoyed some status amongst her peers at Alannah Lawrence. She had been appointed as Deputy Head Girl to her friend, Mia Holloway and the girls, both being sporty and academic all-rounders, used this to get the vast majority of girls to do what they wanted them to do. However, if they caused their teachers, or themselves, any problems then both girls, and the group of ten other Prefects, dealt with them severely. Visits to the Head Girl’s room were unpleasant affairs and were made even more painful had the girl upset one of the girls’ favourite teachers or friends.

The dark-haired girl also had her own bedroom in Thomsen House as a result of her status as Deputy Head Girl. She loved this privilege seen as almost every other member of her House had to share a bedroom with another girl. She had shared with her friend, Katie, until this, her final year, but had to admit that she loved having her own space whereas others didn’t. Carrie had quickly decided that she would use this to see more of her girlfriend of three years, Jessica Fearnley.

Jessica was a day school girl and lived with her parents in an impressive house about a mile from the school. The girl with the long, red hair had jumped at the chance of spending the night with Carrie when the younger girl had suggested one Saturday afternoon while they were in town. She had sneaked into Thomsen House early that evening and simply stayed in Carrie Laakkonen’s bedroom, before sneaking back out late the following morning. No-one had noticed or said anything about it and so, their weekends and nights together had continued and became more frequent.

Jessica Fearnley smiled as Carrie continued to kiss her gently on the lips. The sensation of having her light brown nipples stroked and touched by her girlfriend made her moan softly with pleasure. Carrie Laakkonen smiled as she brushed her girlfriend’s long red hair from her face, before gently slipping her tongue inside the older girl’s mouth and slowly trying to explore every inch. Jessica responded and she raised her head from the pillows on the bed, placing her arms around the dark-haired girl. She smiled as she brushed Carrie’s long dark hair from her face and continued to push her tongue against her girlfriend’s.

The two Sixth Formers continued to kiss and touch one another for a while before Carrie playfully pushed the older girl back onto the bed. She smiled as she cupped the red-haired girl’s small breasts in her hands and leaned over to kiss and lick the light brown nipples. Carrie Laakkonen did this for a few minutes, licking, kissing and sucking both of her girlfriend’s small, but perfectly formed breasts. Jessica Fearnley simply lay there, enjoying every moment, running her hands through Carrie’s long brown hair, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier the more aroused she became.

Carrie Laakkonen then turned her attention to her girlfriend’s moist pussy. As she returned her attention to kissing Jessica on the lips, she took her right hand and gently stroked the older girl on her neatly trimmed pussy, Jessica Fearnley instantly opened her legs wider and allowed the dark-haired girl to run her fingers over her pussy lips. The Deputy Head Girl knew how much her girlfriend loved to be teased in this way and spent a while softly and slowly running her fingers backwards and forwards over Jessica’s wet pussy. Occasionally, she moved her hand so far back that she touched the red-haired girl’s anus. On hearing her girlfriend’s shrieks of pleasure, she continued touching and teasing her, continuing to kiss her on the mouth and exploring her with her tongue.

Jessica Fearnley struggled to maintain her excitement but managed to hold herself down on the bed as Carrie slipped two fingers on her right hand inside her pussy. The older girl gasped as Carrie Laakkonen slowly and lovingly, moved her fingers slowly backwards and forwards inside Jessica’s wet pussy, touching every part of her until she heard her girlfriend moan with pleasure. The seventeen-year-old Sixth Former then spent a few minutes slowly massaging Jessica’s clit, kissing her hard on the mouth as she did so in order to muffle her excited screams and noises. Carrie continued to massage her girlfriend’s clit until she felt Jessica’s muscles tense and she came loudly, kissing Carrie hard on the lips before sinking back onto the damp sheets on Carrie’s bed.

The two girls lay in one another’s arms for a few minutes, breathing heavily, before Jessica Fearnley sat up and began to tease Carrie Laakkonen, who lay on her back with her eyes closed. Jessica leaned over and kissed her girlfriend softly on her lips before kissing her all over her body, working her way down from her lips, to her neck and then finally pausing once she reached the dark-haired girl’s impressive breasts. Jessica Fearnley stared at Carrie as she leaned over, her red hair brushing against her girlfriend’s bare skin. The eighteen-year-old girl smiled as she heard Carrie giggle as the sensation of Jessica’s hair touched her skin.

She wasted no time in licking Carrie’s large, dark nipples before kissing them and beginning to explore the younger girl with her left hand. As she massaged her girlfriend’s pubic hair that sat atop her pussy, she bit gently on Carrie Laakkonen’s nipples and smiled as the dark-haired girl began to breathe heavily. Jessica adjusted her position on the bed and sat up, slowly pushing her fingers inside the seventeen-year-old’s pussy. She slowly pushed her fingers further and further inside, trying to touch Carrie everywhere, listening for her girlfriend to gasp or moan with pleasure. After a few minutes, Jessica pushed down hard and began moving her fingers backwards and forwards, watching as Carrie became more and more aroused.

The dark-haired Deputy Head Girl struggled to avoid shouting out as she felt herself coming close to climax and she thrashed around on her bed. Jessica used her free hand to gently push the younger girl back down into the bed and quickly, and heavily, worked away, touching Carrie’s clit. Moments later, the girl teased her muscles and came to a noisy orgasm. The red-haired girl held her fingers inside her girlfriend for a few minutes, before, once again, they collapsed onto the bed and held one another tightly, gently kissing and touching one another. The girls then fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

Early the next morning, after Carrie and Jessica had woken, cuddled up together, Jessica Fearnley had dressed and carefully crept out of the bedroom and out of Thomsen House, through the tennis courts and out of the Sixth Form gate, which she had the combination to the lock. Carrie had gone down to breakfast, then returned to her bedroom where she had gone back to bed and stayed there until late that Sunday morning. She had received a text message from Jessica to say that she had arrived home safely and that she loved her more than anything. Everything had gone well again, and Carrie Laakkonen began to plan their next night together. She got down to her History homework, not that she could really concentrate on it, not realising that she was in trouble.

Two days later, Tuesday, Carrie Laakkonen was sitting in registration when her Form Mistress, Mrs. Forsell, suddenly announced that she had to go and see the Head Mistress. She did not know the reason why, and Carrie thought this was odd. She never got summoned to the Head Mistress’ office via a message. Miss Marks, or Mrs. Edwards, always came to her, or to the Head Girl’s study if they wanted to chat to them. Still, she packed up her things and placed her chair under her desk and quickly made her way to the Head Mistress’ office, which was on the other side of the school. It could not have been any further away from Carrie’s Form room.

Still, it would be okay. She had not done anything wrong. All her work was always completed, and she hadn’t forgotten to hand in her homework for anyone. Chances were that Amelia wanted to see her and her friend, Head Girl Mia Holloway, about something and that would be it. The dark-haired girl arrived in reception after a few minutes and smiled at the Head Mistress’ secretary, Amber Fox, as she explained that she had been asked to go and see the Head Mistress. Amber had smiled and told her to take a seat while she told Miss Marks that she had arrived in reception and was waiting. Carrie Laakkonen smiled and took a seat on the leather sofa across from Amelia’s office.

There was no reason to worry, she told herself. She had not done anything wrong. However, her nerves grew as the minutes passed and her friend, and Head Girl, Mia Holloway still hadn’t joined her. Carrie’s nerves increased as the reception area became busier as members of staff and students came and went and she still waited, nervously playing with her hands and covering her shaking legs with her large school bag.

Just as the alarm went to signal the end of morning registration and the start of the first lesson of the day, Amelia Marks opened her office door and stood in the doorway. She immediately focused on Carrie Laakkonen, who was sat nervously on the sofa in her glasses, grey blazer, grey skirt, light blue blouse, black tights and black shoes.

“Miss Laakkonen. Would you like to come in?” Miss Marks asked quietly as she continued to stare at the Deputy Head Girl.

Carrie looked over at the short, dark-haired Head Mistress with her small, round glasses perched on top of her nose. The fact that the woman had addressed her as “Miss Laakkonen” instead of simply Carrie, made the seventeen-year-old even more nervous. Amelia was terrifying and had a presence that instilled dread in the vast majority of girls at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. She was diminutive, but the girls quickly learned to do as they had been told at the first time of asking by the deceptively sweet-looking and quietly spoken Head Mistress, or the punishment that followed, soon made them fall into line. The Deputy Head Girl smiled nervously at Amelia, and she slowly got to her feet, picking her school bag up in her right hand and covering the ten or so short steps across to Miss Marks’ office in what seemed like no time at all.

Once inside the Head Mistress’ large office, Carrie immediately noticed Melanie Edwards sitting at the large table in the right-hand corner of the room and then the collection of implements neatly arranged next to her. She still hoped that they were for someone else and that this was about something innocent, but the nerves grew inside her, the pressure on her bladder increasing with every passing moment.

The Head Mistress closed the door behind Carrie Laakkonen and quickly walked past her and to her desk, behind which she sat down in her padded leather chair. She smiled once more at the girl, and then at Mrs. Edwards, before returning her full attention to the Deputy Head Girl, who was stood in front of her desk, trying not to show that her knees were shaking with nerves.

“Sit down please, Miss Laakkonen.” Amelia smiled and gestured with her small right hand.

The dark-haired seventeen-year-old carefully pulled Amelia’s visitors’ chair out a little further before carefully sitting on the padded chair. She placed her bag down next to her left foot and placed her hands flat in her grey-skirted lap, gently ironing the creases that had appeared in it with her hands. She tried to look straight at the Head Mistress, who sat behind her desk, her chin resting in her hands.

“Right, young lady. I guess that you would like to know why I have called you to my office this morning, wouldn’t you?” Miss Marks spoke quietly.

The Deputy Head Girl nodded. She really had no idea why she had been called to see Amelia Marks that morning and she was growing increasingly anxious about the whole affair.

“Yes, Miss,” she muttered quietly, trying to maintain eye contact with Miss Marks.

The forty-eight-year-old Head Mistress smiled. She looked at Melanie Edwards before returning her full attention to the Year Thirteen girl sitting opposite her.

“Well. Yesterday, Mrs. Edwards received some information about an issue that involves you, young lady, and we would like to hear your explanation of those events before we decide what the best course of action for everyone involved should be.” Miss Marks picked up a sheet of paper from her desk and nodded at Carrie.

As soon as Amelia had lifted the sheet of A4 paper in her right hand, Carrie Laakkonen immediately noticed the thick, A4-sized, hard-backed Punishment Book that had been underneath the piece of paper.

“It seems that you, young lady, have been abusing your position as Deputy Head Girl at my school and that this abuse of your position is not just a one-off occurrence. I would like to know what you have got to say for yourself, Miss Laakkonen,” the Head Mistress spoke in a stern tone of voice.

Carrie Laakkonen still had no idea why she was sat in the Head Mistress’ office that morning, or why Amelia, who usually treated and spoke to her in a friendly way, was talking to her as she would one of the naughty girls. The pressure in her bladder continued to increase as her nerves began to get the better of her, but she tried her best to maintain calm.

“Miss. I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done wrong.” She spoke softly and tried to sound as calm as possible.

“Oh really?” Amelia Marks smiled and looked across to Mrs. Edwards.

She then returned her focus to the dark-haired Sixth Form girl sitting across from her. Amelia could see that the young lady was already on the brink of tears at being summoned to see her.

“Well. Mrs. Edwards received some information saying that you, Carrie Laakkonen, Deputy Head Girl, had been abusing your position at my school.” She paused and looked at what was printed on the sheet before continuing.

“That you have been using the privilege of being one of only three girls in Thomsen House who have their own bedrooms to sneak girls in and spend the night with them.” Amelia smiled as she placed the sheet of paper on top of the Punishment Book. She rested her chin on her hands and smiled at Carrie.

“So, young lady. Is this true? Have you been sneaking people into your room at night? How long has this been going on for and who are the people involved – are they Alannah Lawrence girls?” Miss Marks continued to use the stern tone of voice as she stared across at the bespectacled Carrie Laakkonen.

The dark-haired Sixth Form girl took a few deep breaths. So that was what all this was about? Her relationship with Jessica. Carrie closed her eyes and thought for a moment what she would say and how she would protect her girlfriend from any punishment. It had been her idea to sneak her into her boarding house after all.

“Miss. It’s not like it sounds. Honest,” the girl replied quietly.

The Head Mistress sighed heavily.

“Oh, and how does it sound to you, Miss Laakkonen? Please do tell us all the sordid details,” Amelia replied.

At that moment, Carrie finally realised what had happened. She had been informed on by one of the girls in Thomsen House. Being grassed upon was one thing – there were plenty of girls in her boarding house who would do that in order to gain something or simply to see someone get spanked. However, having one of the girls in her own boarding house telling the Deputy Head Mistress about her relationship was just out of order. She looked down at her shiny black school shoes and thought about how to respond. Two things were sure. First, she wouldn’t tell them about Jessica Fearnley if they didn’t already know that she was the other girl involved and, secondly, the person who had informed on her was in for the hiding of her life when she found out who had betrayed her.

“Miss. I’ve been doing it since we came back in September – once I got my own room.” The seventeen-year-old tried to speak confidently.

“Mmm.” The Head Mistress ran her right hand through her dark hair, not taking her eyes from Carrie for a moment.

“I didn’t think that anyone would mind as we’re in the Sixth Form and also the fact that lots of girls in the other houses do it too and nothing ever gets said about it,” Carrie continued.

She knew that it was rife in the boarding houses, especially amongst those girls who shared a room. Most of the time, the House Mistresses never noticed, or chose not to do anything about it. The only one to actually punish for it, if she caught the girls in the act, was Amy Harket, who was in charge of Heywood House. She had spanked and strapped at least four girls for being caught together, but no one else seemed to care.

“I do all my work, Miss and have never let the school down or anything like that. I don’t see the harm in it, Miss.” The seventeen-year-old looked across at Melanie Edwards for some sympathy or support.

She got none.

“The harm is this, young lady.” Miss Marks took her elbows from her desk and sat back in her padded chair.

“That it is not allowed. You know that, I know that, and every girl here knows that.” She shook her head.

“I’m disgusted that a girl who holds the position of Deputy Head Girl should behave in such a manner especially when she knows that it is not allowed. You wanted your own room as a privilege and have abused that privilege in such a way.” Amelia got to her feet and stared out of her window.

“Who is the other girl involved in this, young lady?” she said with her back turned to Carrie.

The Year Thirteen girl sat in silence. There was no way that she was going to drop Jessica in it too. She knew that she was probably going to lose everything for what she’d been up to, as well as taking a good hiding, but there was no way that her beloved Jessica was going to be put through it too.

“I can’t tell you, Head Mistress,” the dark-haired girl replied quietly and looked down at her shoes.

Miss Marks stood, staring out of her window for a few moments, taking several deep breaths. She was angry but was determined to hide how angry she actually was from the girl. Once she had calmed herself, she turned around and placed her hands on her hips.

“I think we already know who she is, my dear, but if you want to act the heroine, then so be it.” She returned to her seat and took the piece of paper from the top of the Punishment Book, which she opened and flicked through the pages until she found the page she was looking for.

“If you won’t be honest with me, Miss Laakkonen, then you can take your friend’s punishment on top of your own.” Amelia paused to see what effect her threat had on the seventeen-year-old.

There was no reaction. Carrie Laakkonen simply continued staring down at her shoes. She knew any punishment coming her way would be painful, but there was no way she was putting the lovely Jessica through it too. If she had to take her girlfriend’s punishment too, then she would take it and with as little fuss as she possibly could.

“Very well, young lady. Firstly, I’m going to say how very fortunate you are that Mrs. Markwell and Ms. Lindsay think so highly of you. I intended to strip you of your position as Deputy Head Girl, but they persuaded me otherwise as they believe that you are an excellent role model for the younger girls.” Miss Marks paused and laughed far louder than she had intended.

“You will lose your single bedroom and be moved in with a girl of Mrs. Coulson’s choosing – your new room will be right next door to her study so that she can keep a close eye on you.” Amelia nodded.

“Next, you will serve a Friday afternoon detention this week and your letter of apology will be addressed directly to me for letting the school and myself down.” She shook her head.

“You will be grounded until we can trust you – so that means no free-time after study time in the evening, no going out into town on weekends and you will report to Mrs. Coulson’s study whenever she asks you – just to make sure that you are doing as you have been told.” The Head Mistress got up from her chair and walked around to the front of her desk.

She looked down at Carrie, who continued to stare at her shoes.

“And finally. You will be punished across your bare bottom for your bad behaviour and because you refuse to tell me who the other girl involved in this was you will receive her share of the punishment too.” Amelia folded her arms across her chest.

“Unless you want to take this final opportunity to tell me who it was, young lady?” The Head Mistress smiled sweetly and waited.

The Deputy Head Girl remained silent.

After a couple of minutes, Amelia Marks had had enough and gave up.

“Very well, you invoke the Fifth then, dear. But that means you’ll be getting a maximum eighteen-strokes with the cane for your behaviour on top of the rest of the punishment.” Miss Marks walked back behind her large desk.

“I will also be contacting your parents about this too, just so that you know.” Amelia smiled as she watched the Sixth Former wipe her nose on the back of her right hand.

Carrie didn’t really mind her parents being contacted. She knew that they would support her as they were pretty easygoing as well as already knowing about her sexuality. She raised her head and looked across at Amelia, who was smiling.

“Right. Up you get and take off your blazer – put it on the back of the chair, then take off your shoes, tights, skirt and knickers and go and bend over my table over there, young lady.” Miss Marks walked over to her table and watched as Carrie Laakkonen got to her feet.

The seventeen-year-old calmly removed her blazer and placed it carefully over the back of Amelia’s visitors’ chair. She then kicked off her shiny black school shoes before picking them up in her left hand and placing them out of the way beside her school bag. Next, she unzipped her knee-length grey school skirt and pushed this down until it hit the carpeted floor. The dark-haired girl slowly stepped out of it before bending down and picking it up, folding it and placing it on the chair next to her. Carrie then pushed her navy tights down and stepped out of them before adding to them to the pile of clothes on the chair. Finally, she slipped her small hands down the sides of her navy blue school knickers and slipped these down too.

Once she had stepped out of her underwear and placed it on top of the pile on the chair, the Deputy Head Girl removed her small glasses and placed them on Amelia’s desk before walking across to the table in the other corner of the room. She looked at Amelia Marks and calmly placed her arms on the wooden table, slowly easing herself down so that her small, pale bottom stuck out behind her.

As Carrie Laakkonen was undressing, the Deputy Head Mistress, Melanie Edwards, had got up from her seat at the table and placed her chair under. She stood with her arms folded across her chest next to Miss Marks, who said nothing as the Sixth Former prepared herself for her punishment.

“Right, Miss Laakkonen. I shall give you one last chance to tell me who you have been allowing into your bedroom if you wish to lessen your punishment this morning.” Amelia walked past Melanie and bent down, picking the small, tan-coloured oval-headed leather paddle up in her left hand.

Amelia paused and tapped the surprisingly solid little paddle gently against the palm of her small right hand.

The seventeen-year-old Year Thirteen girl remained silent.

“Nothing to say, young lady?” Miss Marks walked around to Carrie’s left-hand side and immediately began tapping her bare bottom gently with the paddle.

After a few moments, Carrie Laakkonen answered.

“No, Head Mistress.” She closed her eyes and awaited the punishment to begin.

The dark-haired Head Mistress smiled across at Mrs. Edwards before she drew the small, oval headed paddle back in her right hand. She paused and took a breath.

“Very well. You shall receive eighteen strokes with each of my implements for being such a naughty young lady. There will be no hand spanking to warm you up, Miss Laakkonen, seen as you have been so disrespectful to Mrs. Coulson, the girls in your House and to me!” Amelia unintentionally raised her voice.

A moment later, the Head Mistress landed her first, full-force smack with the solid little leather paddle across the fleshy centre of the Deputy Head Girl’s bare bottom.

“Whap!”

Amelia Marks passed to see Carrie’s reaction but there wasn’t one. The girl with the long brown hair simply closed her eyes tightly, buried her face deeper in her arms and tried to think about other things during her whacking. She was determined not to shout and scream during the punishment. Nor would she betray her beloved Jessica. Miss Marks took a deep breath before exhaling and administering those first twelve strokes slowly and as hard as she physically could, across the naughty girl’s bottom.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

The seventeen-year-old Sixth Former took them well, remaining in position and not moving about too much in between strokes. She had been walloped by Miss Whitley twice before and if she could take Rachel’s plimsoll and not show too much reaction, then she could take this too. She wasn’t going to give Amelia Marks the satisfaction of seeing her pleading for her to stop and crying her eyes out. The dark-haired Head Mistress smiled at her Deputy Head Mistress before she administered the final six strokes with the paddle across Carrie’s bottom, giving the girl a few moments between each one to compose herself.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Once finished with her leather paddle, she placed it down on the table next to where Carrie Laakkonen was lying face down in her arms. Amelia could tell that the dark-haired girl was sobbing and took a close look at the bottom lying in front of her. It had started to turn from a pale shade of pink to a nice shade of red in places where the surprisingly painful leather paddle had kissed her backside. Miss Marks smiled at Melanie, as she reached across and picked up her American-style wooden spanking paddle in her left hand.

The dark-haired Head Mistress swished it through the air several times before she placed it flat against Carrie’s bottom, which was already starting to feel warm from the paddling. Amelia tapped it gently against the girl’s buttocks before she paused to quickly adjust the sleeves on her red dress.

“Now, Miss Laakkonen, you will receive eighteen swats with my wooden paddle for your naughtiness.” She placed the thick piece of wood against the lower part of the girl’s right bum cheek.

“You would only be receiving six of these if you had only told me who was in your room with you, but it seems that you want to take her share too,” Amelia continued and drew the paddle back.

“Very well, you bad, bad, girl!” she hissed, bringing her paddle down hard against Carrie’s right buttock a moment later.

“Whack!”

Miss Marks held the paddle against the girl’s bottom for a moment and smiled as she saw the red marks she had left as she lifted it into the air once more. The Deputy Head Girl had broken. Carrie Laakkonen cried into her arms but tried her best to subdue her cries and shouts with her arms as the Head Mistress coolly, and calmly, administered the remaining swats with the heavy and painful wooden paddle.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

Once completed, The dark-haired Head Mistress replaced the paddle on the table next to where Carrie was sniffing and sobbing into her arms. She had managed to stay in position over the table despite the urge to jump up and place her hands over her burning bottom. That would only earn her extra punishment and she didn’t want that. Nor would she show that nasty little dark-haired woman that she couldn’t take her punishment. She was a good Alannah Lawrence Girl and would take her punishment, and Jessica’s too, for that matter, like a good Alannah Lawrence girl should.

Amelia Marks leaned in close once more and smiled as she noticed that the girl’s pale bottom was now a mix of light and dark shades of red as her paddle had started to bruise her small, but beautiful, buttocks. The Head Mistress then stepped away and smiled as her Deputy, Melanie Edwards replaced her at Carrie Laakkonen’s left-hand side. The even shorter woman picked up Amelia’s black school strap and immediately began measuring the eighteen-inch piece of heavy leather across the seventeen-year-old’s bottom. She took her stance – left foot in front of her right, left knee slightly bent and concentrated upon landing that first swipe as hard as she could.

Melanie ignored the girl’s sobs and sniffs and took the end of the strap in her left hand. Once satisfied, she sent it flying through the air, releasing the grip she had with her left hand so that it landed with an almighty “smack!” a moment later flat against the Sixth Former’s bottom. The dark-haired girl let out a muffled shout and struggled to stay in position over the desk as the intense pain registered in her brain. Out of her sight, Mrs. Edwards had already re-taken her position and soon sent her next stroke on its way.

“Smack!”

Once again, Carrie winced and sobbed into her arms, but she was determined to take the punishment with as little fuss as she possibly could. Over the next ten minutes or so, Mrs. Edwards slowly, and carefully, laid out the remaining strokes with the strap, giving the dark-haired girl time in between each swipe with the strap to recover and to re-take her position bent over the table.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

By the time Melanie had concluded the girl’s strapping, the Year Thirteen girl was crying loudly into her arms and her bottom was burning. The Deputy Head Mistress placed her strap down on the table and leaned over, running her right hand over Carrie’s sore and bruised bottom. The fifty-year-old teacher smiled at Amelia as she felt the heat in the girl’s undoubtedly sore and painful backside. The seventeen-year-old continued to sniff and sob into her arms, letting out a moan as Melanie’s cool rings, of which she wore three on each hand, touched her skin. The feeling of the Deputy Head Mistress’ silky skirt brushing against her skin also made her gasp as it provided some relief from the fire that was burning in her small bottom.

A few moments later, Miss Marks had replaced Mrs. Edwards at Carrie’s left-hand side and was measuring her senior dragon cane out against the girl’s bottom. She tapped it gently against the centre of the Sixth Former’s bottom before taking her caning position – left foot in front of her right, left knee slightly bent and her left hand on her left hip, to give her perfect balance.

“Well, nearly there, young lady. You can tell Jessica how well you’ve taken your punishment this morning when you see her. Can’t you?” Amelia laughed and Melanie joined in.

Carrie Laakkonen simply closed her eyes ever tighter and lay there, knowing that her punishment was nearly over. Behind her, Miss Marks raised the crook-handled cane in the air, took a deep breath and sent it hurtling through the air. The swishing sound it made only ended when it connected with Carrie’s bare bottom a moment later with a loud “Thwack!” The sound echoed around Amelia’s office and out into the reception area outside.

The pain was immense as the dense dragon cane bit deep into the girl’s right buttock, but she fought the urge to jump up from the table, instead pushing herself down as hard as she could. Behind her, Miss Marks wasted no time in completing Carrie’s punishment, slowly and carefully administering each swipe with her nasty cane to the girl’s bare bottom, ensuring that she left a set of neat, deep, straight red lines across each of Carrie Laakkonen’s bum cheeks.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

Carrie Laakkonen had taken her punishment well; even Amelia and Melanie would have to admit that. She had only ever been caned once before, as a condition of her appointment as Deputy Head Girl. Those six strokes, given with a crook-handled dragon cane had been administered by Amelia’s other Deputy Head Mistress, Charlotte Hickman, who by her own admission was not the hardest, or most confident, with a cane in her hand. However, the dark-haired girl had not wriggled and squirmed around whilst bent over the table as Miss Marks caned her, unlike so many of the girls who found themselves in a similar position in the Head Mistress’ office.

Carrie Laakkonen had fought hard to resist the urge to jump up and place her hands over her burning and bruised buttocks just to rub the pain away. She had cried, and shouted into her arms, but had taken her punishment and here she was, lying face down over Amelia’s large table. She remained in this position as behind her, Melanie and Amelia stood and inspected her well-punished bottom. The ladies smiled as they saw the series of straight, red tram-lines that had appeared across both of the girl’s bum cheeks from the cane.

The dark-haired Sixth Form girl’s bottom was a mixture of deep shades of red and even purple across the tops of her thighs, where Mrs. Edwards had caught her with the strap. The seventeen-year-old continued to sniff and sob into her arms for a few minutes, while behind her, Amelia walked to her cupboard and brought out some antiseptic wipes which she used to clean her cane, strap and paddles before returning them to their places in her cupboard and vase. She threw the used wipes into her waste paper bin and smiled as she watched Melanie use a wipe to soothe Carrie’s red hot and throbbing backside.

As the Deputy Head Mistress leaned in closely, her silky skirt brushed against the girl’s legs and this made Carrie gasp. Mrs. Edwards continued to wipe every inch of the girl’s bottom and thighs slowly and gently until she was satisfied. She then stood up and placed the used wipe in Amelia’s waste paper bin next to her desk. As Melanie wiped her hands, and then adjusted her patterned skirt and white blouse, the Head Mistress sat down behind her desk and completed the entry in the Punishment Book.

Date: Tuesday October 21st, 2028

Student: Carrie Laakkonen

Form Class: 13 DFO

Reason for Punishment: Repeated violation of having other girls in her bedroom

Punishment: Eighteen strokes with each: Leather paddle, Wooden paddle, Strap and senior dragon cane

Administered by: Miss A. J. Marks – Head Mistress

Witnessed: Mrs. Edwards – Deputy Head Mistress

After a few more minutes, Amelia got to her feet and walked across to where the seventeen-year-old girl was still lying bent over the table, giving out the occasional sniff and sob. Miss Marks smiled and folded her arms across her chest.

“Right. Young lady, I want you to get up from my table and go over to the chair and get yourself dressed,” Miss Marks spoke softly.

Carrie Laakkonen slowly and awkwardly got to her feet and took the few steps over to Amelia’s visitors’ chair where her school uniform was piled. The dark-haired Sixth Former tried to avoid looking at Amelia and Melanie as she dressed, carefully stepping into her school knickers, then her tights before replacing her school skirt. She then bent down and retrieved her shoes from the floor, carefully slipping her small feet into them, holding onto the chair to keep her balance. Finally, she picked up her grey school blazer and put it on, flicking her hair behind her head, her sniffs and gasps still audible. She leaned over to the Head Mistress’ desk and picked up her glasses, which she put on carefully.

“Thank you for that, Mrs. Edwards. Hopefully, that has sorted this dirty little matter out once and for all.” Miss Marks walked round to the front of her desk and stood within inches of Carrie, who wasn’t much taller than the short Head Mistress.

“I’m sure it has, Miss, but I’ll keep a close eye on what is going on in the Houses from now on,” Melanie smiled before walking to the door and opening it.

Mrs. Edwards smiled as she left Amelia’s office, closing the door quietly behind her.

Miss Marks stood staring at Carrie for a few moments before she spoke.

“Well, young lady. I think you should get yourself to the bathroom and clean yourself up before going to your next lesson after break.” She placed her hands on her hips.

“You will be grounded until we are sure that you can be trusted once more, and Mrs. Coulson will discuss what is going to happen to you with regard to that. You will then report to room 1.19 on Friday for detention. I am very disappointed in you and what you’ve been up to, Carrie Laakkonen. I expect all my girls, but especially the Head and Deputy Head Girls as well as their Prefect team to set an example to the other girls at Alannah Lawrence.” Miss Marks walked over to her office door before turning to face the dark-haired girl once more.

“I do hope that this is a one-off and that you do not find yourself in my office in future for anything but good things, Miss Laakkonen.” Amelia slowly turned the door handle and pulled the door open.

The Deputy Head Girl wiped her nose on the back of her right hand and simply shook her head at the Head Mistress.

“Very well. You may go and I don’t want to see you in here again, young lady,” Amelia spoke quietly.

Carrie picked up her school bag from the floor and walked past Amelia, who stood across from the door to allow her to leave. She did not look at the Head Mistress, instead simply strode out into reception, down the corridor and headed straight for the Sixth Form toilets, where she spent an age rubbing and soothing her red hot and swollen bottom with her hands. The seventeen-year-old then wiped her eyes before re-applying her make-up. Once satisfied, she headed to the Head Girl’s study, where she spent the whole of break time showing the other girls her bruised and swollen bottom. They were all very sympathetic but glad that it hadn’t been them on the receiving end of Amelia Marks’ cane.

After school, the dark-haired Sixth former was summoned to see her House Mistress, Mrs. Coulson. She was clearly angry, but on seeing the marks and welts on the girl’s bottom, announced that she would not be adding to Carrie’s punishment in that way. Instead, Carrie Laakkonen would be grounded until further notice; her evenings and weekends would be spent in her bedroom, with the door wide open so that Joanne Coulson could see that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. She would also be moved from her single bedroom on the second floor, to a double room right next door to the House Mistress’ study.

Friday came and Carrie served her detention. It hadn’t been so bad. She had been the only Sixth Form girl in there and the three other girls were all members of lower school so they knew exactly who she was and so they kept quiet. They knew that if they wound the Deputy Head Girl up then chances were that she’d find a way to get them sent to the Head Girl’s study for a good hiding. Miss Hickman, who supervised the detention class, had been her lovely, sympathetic self, and they had chatted about University and what Carrie was planning to do after she left Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College that summer.

On her arrival back at Thomsen House, Mrs. Coulson had made her strip her bedroom and take her things into the bedroom next door to Joanne’s study. She would be sharing with a Year Eleven girl who she already knew. Ellie Richmond played in the second XI netball team with her and that wouldn’t be as bad as it could have been. She still fumed about losing her bedroom though and set out to find out who had snitched on Jessica and herself. As it turned out, with Mia and the Prefects’ help, it hadn’t been too difficult to find out who had informed on her to Mrs. Edwards.

Two weeks after she had been moved into a double room, the girls discovered who had gone to Mrs. Edwards and told her about Carrie and Jessica. The Year Eleven girl, Isabella Blaisdell had had far too much to drink one Saturday night and had let it slip loudly to her friends and to Mia Holloway, who couldn’t help but overhear the large, blonde-haired girl, how she had got her longed-for single room thanks to Carrie Laakkonen’s liking for other girls.

Mia Holloway hadn’t said anything at the time and had simply left the pub. The girl hadn’t even realised that she had been there and listening to her loudmouth boasts of what she had done. Imagine Isabella’s shock when she had been summoned to the Head Girl’s study the following Monday lunchtime for some imaginary meeting to discuss inter-house activities. She had been confronted by the Head Girl, Deputy Head Girl and Mia’s full Prefect team and made to confess what she had done to Carrie. That next hour or so had proved to the well-built, blonde-haired girl that any pain she could cause the other girls at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College would be met by an even greater pain in her backside if they found out about her unladylike behaviour.