Miss Marks The New Head Mistress Chapter Ten: The Choice free porn video

Friday June 4th, 2027

The diminutive blonde-haired eighteen-year-old sat nervously on the expensive leather sofa in reception. She still couldn’t quite believe the way that her Form Mistress had reacted that morning and, now, here she was sitting awaiting a meeting with Miss Marks, the Head Mistress. It was so unfair. Others had done far worse things during her near seven years at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, but it seemed to her that her teachers and her House Mistress had marked her card a long time ago.

Any misbehaviour was certain to have involved her. Even if she was simply in the vicinity of the trouble and not involved at all, the teachers always seemed to single out Reanne Prochnow and deal with her severely. The worst teacher for that was the Head of Mathematics, Mrs. Smallwood, who was Reanne’s Form Mistress. They disliked one another. Laura Smallwood had been her Form Mistress for four years and the hatred Reanne had for her had continued to grow over those years. All the other girls knew it and they had encouraged the small, quiet blonde-haired girl with the round glasses to keep pushing her luck. Sadly for the Sixth Form girl, today her luck had run out and she was really in for it.

Mrs. Smallwood had bypassed her Head of Year, Ms. Lindsay. This was no bad thing as Kim Lindsay regularly dealt with Reanne. It always ended in a prolonged trip across Kim’s large lap while she spanked the eighteen-year-old for her failings. Ms. Lindsay never stopped until she had reduced Reanne Prochnow to floods of tears.

Laura had also avoided taking the girl to the Head of Sixth Form, Mrs. Markwell, who, although in her final year at Alannah Lawrence before she retired, strapped and caned misbehaving girls as severely as some of the really nasty members of staff. Her Form Mistress had even ignored taking the blonde-haired girl to the Deputy Head Mistress, Mrs. Edwards, who had spanked her countless times during her time at the school. Spankings from Melanie Edwards were severe, but probably preferable to going next door into the Head Mistress’ office. That’s where she was going that rainy and dull June morning.

The diminutive Upper Sixth Girl nervously played with her hands which she struggled to hold in her lap. She looked down at her shiny black school shoes, aware that the eyes of everyone in the reception area were upon her. Everyone would know why she was sitting on that leather sofa. There was only ever one answer why any girl was sitting there. Their shouts and cries were soon to be heard coming from either Amelia or Melanie’s office at some point as they were punished for their misbehaviour.

Reanne sat there for about ten minutes and, in between the noise of people moving through the reception area, she tried to hear what was being said within the Head Mistress’ office. It was no good – she couldn’t hear a thing. All she knew was that her Form Mistress Laura Smallwood would be describing in minute detail what the eighteen-year-old had done and said in Form time that morning. She would be explaining that Reanne Prochnow had refused to do as she had been told and she had then answered back and become argumentative, resulting in her losing her temper and swearing at her Form Mistress.

The dark-haired Head of Mathematics at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College would be asking the Head Mistress to give the girl a severe dose of corporal punishment just to remind her that for the next twenty days or so that she was still a student at the prestigious private school.

Suddenly, the door to Amelia Marks’ office opened and the short, dark-haired woman walked out and across the reception until she came to the desk behind which, her secretary, Amber Fox sat. The Head Mistress shot the eighteen-year-old girl an icy stare before turning her attention back to her secretary.

“Amber, can I have the Punishment Book, please?” She asked softly, once again turning to look at Reanne.

There was no doubt what was coming her way now. She had been in this position so many times before in her near seven years at Alannah Lawrence. Her name probably appeared most frequently in the large, black hard-backed book that was kept by Miss Marks’ secretary. Part of Reanne Prochnow hated being punished by her teachers. She hated the discomfort a spanking caused her for days after the event. She also hated the fact that some of her teachers probably got off on the job of punishing her in that way. However, even worse than that, Reanne hated the fact that, even at eighteen-years-old and a young woman herself, she was still being punished in such a way.

The red-haired secretary quickly took the thick book from the right-hand drawer in her desk and handed it to Amelia, who smiled.

“Thank you.” She replied as she turned and stood looking at the girl sitting on the leather sofa. The dark-haired Head Mistress walked back to her open office door and stood staring a Reanne.

“Right, young lady. In you come and we can have another little “chat” about your behaviour.” She spoke softly and waited for Reanne Prochnow to get to her feet.

The short, blonde-haired Sixth Form girl slowly picked her school bag from the floor and carefully got to her feet trying to avoid looking at anyone who was passing. She also tried to avoid looking at Amelia, who stood in the doorway to her office looking at her with her usual stern expression on her face. The eighteen-year-old girl took the few short steps towards the Head Mistress’ office and soon found herself standing facing Miss Marks’ desk. Reanne had noticed Mrs. Smallwood sitting on one of the chairs at Amelia’s large table but decided to avoid staring at her Form Mistress. She was in for it this time and she knew it.

Miss Marks closed her office door gently before looking across at Laura Smallwood. She smiled at the younger woman before walking past Reanne Prochnow, who stood, bolt upright facing the front of the room. Amelia smiled as she laid her Punishment Book on her desk and sat down in her padded leather seat. She shuffled around until she was comfortable and then turned her full attention to the misbehaving Sixth Form girl. She stared at the short Year Thirteen student through her small, round glasses.

“Right. Reanne. We find ourselves in my office once again, don’t we?” Miss Marks concentrated upon opening her large, hard-backed book and finding the page she was looking for.

She smiled as she found it.

“Honestly, young lady. Less than three weeks before you leave this school to hopefully head off to University and you find yourself in trouble because you can’t control your temper – or that nasty little mouth of yours!” Amelia raised her voice and shook her head.

Reanne Prochnow wanted to yell at the Head Mistress. How this was all so unfair. How Mrs. Smallwood had it in for her. How the other girls could get away with far worse things. However, she decided to remain quiet and keep her thoughts to herself.

“Put your bag down and take a seat.” Miss Marks gestured with her left hand and watched as the Sixth Form girl complied.

Amelia Marks looked across at Laura Smallwood before returning her attention to Reanne.

“Well, you’re no stranger to the Punishment Book are you?” Miss Marks leaned forward and rested her chin in her hands.

Reanne Prochnow looked down at her black school shoes and tried to stop herself from fidgeting with her hands which she struggled to hold in her lap.

Amelia picked up three printed sheets from her desk and shook her head at the small Sixth Former who sat before her. Reanne’s record of detentions and punishments since she had joined Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College almost seven years ago was quite a document.

“No. Quite a record of detentions and punishments since about Year Nine, Miss Prochnow and certainly not something to be proud of.” Miss Marks smiled.

“It seems that nasty little temper of yours gets the better of you when you can’t do as you please, doesn’t it?” The Head Mistress asked calmly.

Reanne continued to look at her shoes.

“And I won’t tolerate nasty little girls who decide to say and do whatever they like – no matter what year group they are in or how long they have left at this school.” She continued.

“You’re just fortunate that I do not see any point in excluding you when you are in the middle of your exams and when you’ve only got a few weeks left here.” Amelia paused.

“Had it been a few weeks earlier then you would have been punished and excluded young lady. Do I make myself clear?” Amelia got up from her chair and stared across her desk at Reanne.

Again, the blonde-haired girl showed no reaction.

“As it is. I think you are lucky that Mrs. Smallwood is such an understanding Form Mistress. That she does not want you excluded at this time either, despite having every right to ask that you are sent home for three days.” The Head Mistress smiled at Laura.

“So, before I punish you, Reanne. I would like to hear your side of the story of what happened in registration this morning and then we shall deal with the issue.” Amelia walked across to her cupboard and opened the right-hand door.

The dark-haired Head Mistress then paused and turned around to look at the girl sitting in her visitor’s chair.

“Well, young lady. What do you have to say for yourself?” She returned her attention to the cupboard and began selecting her implements.

Reanne Prochnow continued to look down at her shoes as she thought about what she could say. She took a few deep breaths before she opened her mouth and began to justify what she had said that Friday morning.

“Miss, it wasn’t just me.” She spat out, immediately realising how pathetic this sounded.

Amelia immediately turned and stared at the girl, hands on her hips, a totally pissed off look spreading across her face.

“Really?” The young Head Mistress replied as she placed the plimsoll, wooden ruler and her clothes brush down on the table next to where Laura Smallwood sat.

Reanne Prochnow swallowed hard when she realised how stupid her excuse sounded.

“Yes Miss. Almost all the girls in form don’t want to go to lessons at the moment and would prefer to study in private – either at home or in their rooms, Miss.” Reanne shot Laura a glance before returning her attention to her shiny black school shoes.

“Hmm!” Amelia shook her head before returning her attention to her cupboard.

She brought out her American-style holed wooden spanking paddle and placed it down next to the plimsoll on the table. Amelia then walked over to the vase in the corner of her office and selected her favourite cane. She flexed it in both hands before swishing it several times to show the girl what was coming her way. The Head Mistress smiled sweetly at Reanne before placing this on the table. The dark-haired Head Mistress knew that the girl had been caned several times before and Reanne Prochnow knew how painful that implement was in the experienced hands of Amelia, or her Deputy Head Mistress, Melanie Edwards.

“It wasn’t just me Miss.” Reanne Prochnow muttered just loud enough for Miss Marks to hear.

“But you were the only one to swear at Miss and lose your temper!” She raised her voice unintentionally.

Laura Smallwood almost jumped out of the seat with shock and Reanne quivered too.

“You have been told what will happen while we have exams going on in school – you go to normal lessons when you are not in exams and there is no time to study at home or in your room. You will revise in class and hopefully be able to get your teachers to help you if you need it. We have been very clear on that matter and you have been reminded about it several times young lady.” Miss Marks walked back to her leather chair and sat down.

“I will not have any girl being rude at my school – no matter what year she is in, and you should know how we deal with such behaviour, young lady.” Amelia sat back in her padded chair.

“You should think yourself fortunate that Miss Smallwood is so reasonable in that she was the one who argued against me excluding you for being foul-mouthed. So, Reanne. You will be punished and then you will get yourself back to class and revise like every other girl in your Form class. Hopefully, the sore bottom that I’m going to give you won’t distract you from your revision and the actual exams themselves. What lessons do you have today, young lady?” Amelia smiled.

Reanne Prochnow played with her long blonde hair before looking up at the Head Mistress.

“Double English Miss. Then I’m free and then I’ve got double Psychology this afternoon.” She returned her attention to her shiny black shoes.

Amelia laughed quietly.

“And your next exam, young lady?” Amelia Marks looked over at Laura Smallwood.

“The last English exam, Miss. Monday morning.” Reanne spoke quietly, knowing what was coming her way.

Miss Marks pushed her chair back and got to her feet.

“Right, young lady. I’m not going to waste any more time discussing this. You will be punished and then you will apologise to Mrs. Smallwood. You will then go back to class and revise like you have been told to do. You will make no more fuss about it and concentrate upon your exams like every other girl in Year Eleven and Year Thirteen. Am I making myself clear?” She walked around to the front of her desk.

The eighteen-year-old girl nodded her head and looked across at her Form Mistress who had a smile across her face.

“Bitch!” Reanne thought to herself but kept her temper in check.

She looked up at Miss Marks continued to nod.

“Yes Miss.” She replied quietly.

The dark-haired Head Mistress stood with her arms folded across her chest.

“Very well. Stand up and go and walk across to my table where Miss is. Blazer, shoes, skirt, and knickers off – fold them up neatly and then we’ll get started.” Amelia smiled and watched as the short girl slowly got to her feet.

Reanne Prochnow walked across to the large table in the far corner of Amelia’s office and tried to avoid looking at Laura Smallwood who was sitting at the table. The short blonde-haired Sixth Former carefully slipped her arms out of her light grey school blazer and took it off, folding it and placing it on the table. Next, she bent down and slipped off her black shies which she placed out of the way under the table. The diminutive eighteen-year-old looked across at Amelia, who remained standing, arms folded across her chest.

Reanne reached behind her back and unzipped her knee-length grey school skirt and slipped it down until it hit the carpeted floor. She carefully stepped out of it before bending down to pick it up before folding it and placing it on top of her blazer on the table. Finally, she slipped both hands down the sides of her navy school knickers and calmly pushed them down before, once again stepping out of them and folding them up and placing them on top of her pile of clothes on the table. She did not bother to cover her pussy that wasn’t covered by her school blouse. The neatly trimmed bush of dark public hair standing out against the girl’s pale skin.

The Head Mistress walked past Reanne and turned her visitor’s chair round so that the back faced Amelia’s desk. She then sat down and ironed the creases from her three-quarter-length black skirt, brushed her dark hair behind her ears and pushed her small round glasses to the top of her nose. Amelia gently patted her knees with her hands and smiled at Reanne.

“Right. I haven’t got the time to waste with you this morning so, seeing as you’re so well versed with being punished, get yourself over my knee and not another word from you, young lady.” Miss Marks spoke quietly but in a stern tone of voice.

The small, blonde-haired girl turned and walked quickly over to Amelia’s right-hand side. She watched as the small woman sat back on the chair and held her arms out of the way to allow the girl to position herself. Reanne Prochnow tried to avoid looking at Amelia and slowly lowered herself across the woman’s knees, placing her hands flat on the carpeted floor before her, opening her legs slightly and pushing her crotch deep into Miss Marks’ black-skirted lap. She soon felt the Head Mistress’ small left hand on her lower back and the woman’s right hand on her bare bottom.

“Now. Not a word young lady. Just take your punishment like a good Alannah Lawrence girl and do not make me have to get Mrs. Smallwood to hold you down while I punish you.” The Head Mistress gently rubbed Reanne’s bottom with her right hand.

“You have been punished regularly during your time here so you know what is coming your way and rest assured young lady that I will not stop until I am satisfied – and more importantly that Mrs. Smallwood is satisfied – that you have been punished sufficiently for your behaviour this morning. Am I making myself clear?” She continued rubbing the girl’s small bottom.

Reanne Prochnow secretly enjoyed being laid across her female teachers’ laps. She hated the spanking and canings she received but lying over the knee, her pussy rubbing against the material of her teachers’ trousers or skirts was something she enjoyed far too much. Having her bottom rubbed gently was an amazing feeling, even if she knew that it wouldn’t be long before Miss Marks began to smack her bottom hard.

“Yes Miss.” She gasped and prepared herself for that first painful slap.

The eighteen-year-old did not have long to wait. Amelia looked across at Laura Smallwood and smiled, before she returned her attention to the small bottom lying at her mercy. She raised her right hand in the air, took a deep breath and brought it down. It landed flat across the centre of Reanne’s bottom.

“Slap!”

The Sixth Form girl felt that first slap but was used to being punished and showed very little reaction. She usually received her spankings from her head of year, Ms. Lindsay, or the Deputy Head Mistress, Mrs. Edwards, and they spanked hard. She focused on the chair that was directly across from her and tried to take her mind away from how much Miss Marks was going to ignite an inferno across her bottom. Out of her view, Amelia Marks went to work on the Year Thirteen girl’s bottom with her small, but extremely hard, right hand.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The small, dark-haired Head Mistress laid out a dozen slow and full-force slaps across the fleshy centre of the girl’s small bottom, smiling across at Mrs. Smallwood as Reanne Prochnow began to wriggle and squirm about as Miss Marks’ small right hand connected repeatedly with her bare bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Amelia repeated the process four times, deliberately targeting the blonde-haired Sixth Former’s buttocks equally, slapping slow and slapping as hard as she physically could. She nodded and smiled as she began to see Reanne’s bum cheeks change from a pale shade of pink to a deep shade within moments. She pushed on regardless, determined to make the girl remember her punishment for many months to come.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Miss Marks ignored the blonde-haired girl’s wriggling and continued to spank her slowly, and as hard as she could, for a further five minutes. By this time, Reanne Prochnow, her face covered by her long blonde hair which had fallen down and covered her face, was sniffing and sobbing as the immense pain registered in her brain. Amelia ignored her gasps and the attempts to wipe tears from her eyes with her hand and delivered a final dozen smacks across the small bottom lying in front of her.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The Head Mistress paused for a few moments and smiled over to Mrs. Smallwood, who had turned her head and was watching the process with total fascination. Laura could punish, and always laid the clothes brush or leather strap on as hard as any other member of staff at Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College, but she had never witnessed the Head Mistress punishing a naughty girl. She had heard it through the closed office door whilst she was in reception but had never actually seen Amelia smacking a naughty girl’s bottom. It was an impressive sight.

Miss Marks licked her lips as she allowed Reanne Prochnow to calm herself. The small, dark-haired woman then placed her small right hand against the creases in between the eighteen-year-old girl’s lower buttocks and top of her thighs. Even without feeling that first smack, Reanne knew what was coming and her resistance broke there and then as she broke into uncontrollable tears. Miss Marks simply pushed the small girl down into her lap and laid out twenty-four painful slaps across Reanne’s lower buttocks and tops of her thighs.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Amelia allowed the blonde-haired girl to cry and sniff loudly for a few moments whilst she adjusted her small, round glasses and then altered her position on the chair so that she was more comfortable. She then looked over at Laura Smallwood who was sat watching her with her chin resting on her hands on the table across from where the Head Mistress was seated with Reanne draped over her knees.

“Miss. Can you hand me the ruler, please?” Amelia Marks smiled sweetly at Laura.

The Head of Mathematics took a moment to realise what was going on, but she had soon picked up the surprisingly heavy, thirty-centimetre long wooden ruler, got up from her seat and handed the innocent-looking ruler to the Head Mistress who smiled as she took it in her outstretched right hand. Laura returned to her seat as Miss Marks began tapping the ruler against Reanne Prochnow’s already red and sore bottom.

“Now. Young lady. If you think that I’m finished with you, then you are so wrong.” The Head Mistress thought about where she would land her swipes with the ruler.

“So, we shall continue and, as I’m sure you know young lady, you can shout and cry all you like because I’ll just ignore you until I’m finished with you.” Amelia raised the wooden ruler in her right hand.

“And just think that anyone who is in reception right now can hear exactly what is going on in here.” She laughed softly before wrapping out two-dozen strokes across the lower part of the small blonde-haired girl’s bare bottom.

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

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

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

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

Although Reanne certainly felt those smacks with the far-from innocent ruler, she did her best to stay in position over the Head Mistress’ lap. She knew that far worse was to come as Amelia held the ruler out in her right hand.

“Miss. Now can you pass me the clothes brush please?” She looked across to Mrs. Smallwood, who stood up, picked up the oval-headed brush and handed it to Amelia, taking the ruler from her and returning it to the table.

Laura sat down on her seat at the table and waited for the punishment to resume. Miss Marks shook her head as she felt the Sixth Form girl continue to move about whilst over her knees.

“Young lady. Get up and stand in front of me. I’m not having you moving about so much whilst you are over my knees.” She sat back in the chair, holding the ebony-backed clothes brush in her right hand and waited for the blonde-haired girl to do as she had been told.

Within a minute, Reanne Prochnow was standing in front of the Head Mistress, rubbing her eyes and brushing her blonde hair out of her face. She sniffed and sobbed loudly but this was ignored by Miss Marks. The forty-seven-year-old Head Mistress simply adjusted her position on the chair and opened her legs as far as her long skirt would allow before looking up at Reanne.

“Right, young lady. Over my left knee, hands on the floor and legs slightly apart – feet on the floor!” She commanded and watched as the naughty Year Thirteen girl obeyed.

Once Reanne Prochnow was lying over her knee, Amelia brought her right leg round and placed it on top of the girl’s legs, securing her in place. There would be no wriggling around now as Amelia pushed her weight down.

“Now. I don’t want any moving around young lady, so that is why I’ve got you in this position. You may cry and shout and plead with me, but you’re going nowhere until I’m satisfied that you have been punished sufficiently for your dreadful behaviour this morning. Also, until Mrs. Smallwood is satisfied that you have been punished for what you have done.” Miss Marks rubbed the bristle side of the brush against the girl’s red and warm bottom.

Reanne sniffed and sobbed and closed her eyes. She hated the clothes brush.

“Yes Miss.” She replied quietly, almost so quiet that Amelia did not hear it.

Miss Marks smiled as she turned the oval-headed, ebony backed clothes brush over and took aim once more, landing her twenty-four smacks across the small Sixth Form girl’s fleshy bum cheeks, applying them equally, slowly and as hard as she could in order to drive home her displeasure with Reanne Prochnow.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Amelia smiled as she pushed her right thigh against the eighteen-year-old’s legs to hold her securely in place. The experienced Head Mistress laid her full-force smacks with her nasty little clothes brush equally against Reanne’s left and right bum cheeks, ignoring the girl’s shouts and protests, which were interspersed with her sniffs, sobs and gasps. The small, dark-haired Head Mistress paused for a few minutes to allow the girl to calm herself before she decided to push on with the rest of the punishment.

“Miss. Can you hand me the slipper, there, please?” She pointed to the table with her clothes brush.

Mrs. Smallwood nodded and picked up Amelia’s large, maroon-coloured, rubber-soled slipper in her right hand. She walked across to where the Head Mistress was sitting, Reanne Prochnow still secured across her knees, and handed her boss the size ten slipper, taking the clothes brush from Amelia and returning to her seat at the table. Laura continued to play with the ebony-backed clothes brush in her hands as she watched the smaller woman resume her work.

“Now, young lady. A good dose of my slipper to teach you not to answer back or refuse to do as you’re told or be rude to my members of staff.” She brushed her dark hair behind her right ear with her right hand before turning her attention to the bottom lying secured across her knee.

“You bad, bad, girl!” Miss Marks hissed as she adjusted the grip she had on the slipper in her right hand.

Once she was satisfied, she wrapped out twenty-four smacks with the heavy slipper which resulted in the Sixth Form girl’s bottom burning with pain. The heavy rubber sole kissed her bum cheeks at regular intervals and due to the sheer force that Amelia applied with the large shoe, Reanne’s small bottom had turned a dark shade of red and even purple in the creases in between her buttocks and thighs. Although she pleaded in between her sniffs and cries, Reanne Prochnow’s promises to behave in the future fell on deaf ears as Amelia Marks drove her displeasure with the eighteen-year-old home.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Miss Marks paused to inspect the girl’s bottom after the first dozen smacks and smiled at Laura, as she could feel the sheer amount of heat coming from Reanne’s bottom. It was an impressive mixture of shades – pinks, reds, deep reds and, most impressively, purple across the lower part of her buttocks and tops of her legs. Once she was satisfied, the Head Mistress slowly, and as hard as physically possible, laid out her final twelve smacks with her slipper, again, ignoring the blonde-haired girl’s shouts and promises.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

The strict Head Mistress sat on the chair with the eighteen-year-old draped over her knees for a few minutes to enable Reanne Prochnow to calm herself. She had broken long ago and didn’t care who could hear her cries outside. The girl had been spanked at school many times before, but this was something else. Plus, she still had the worst part to come. Amelia Marks placed the slipper on Reanne’s back and waited for the blonde-haired Year Thirteen student to settle. She looked over at Mrs. Smallwood who had removed her light grey suit jacket and was busy rolling up the sleeves of her expensive-looking red long-sleeved satin blouse. She placed her jacket on the back of the chair and smiled at Amelia.

“Right. Young lady. Up you get and go and bend over my table in front of Mrs. Smallwood.” Miss Marks took the slipper from Reanne’s back and lifted her right leg to allow the girl to stand.

Within a minute, Reanne Prochnow was bent over Amelia’s table, her legs straight and her bruised bottom pointing out proudly. She placed her face in her arms and continued to sniff and sob freely. Behind her, the Head Mistress adjusted her three-quarter-length black skirt before getting to her feet and walking across to the table where she placed her slipper down next to where the Sixth Form girl was positioned face down. The dark-haired Head Mistress smiled as she picked up her American-style spanking paddle with the eight holes in it. She stood to Reanne’s left-hand side and measured the fourteen-inch long paddle out against the centre of the girl’s bottom.

“Now, you nasty little girl. Twelve swats with my paddle and then we’ll finish you off with twelve strokes with the senior school cane.” She tapped the heavy paddle gently against the eighteen-year-old’s bare bottom.

“And then we shall see if Mrs. Smallwood is satisfied or whether you need a little extra punishment.” She laughed.

Reanne Prochnow shot up from the table and looked at Amelia, a look of shock across her tear-stained face.

“Please Miss. No more. I’ll be good. I promise Miss.” She pleaded.

She then looked down at Laura Smallwood.

“Please Miss. I’m sorry for swearing and not doing like you told me. I won’t do it again!” She shouted.

Amelia Marks and Laura Smallwood smiled at one another. There was no way that Reanne, a persistent trouble maker was going to get off without having the complete punishment.

“Glad to hear it, Reanne. Nice that I’m getting through to you, isn’t it? Back over the table girl – or I’ll start all over again.” Miss Marks spoke softly but left Reanne in no doubt that she needed to do as the dark-haired lady said.

Within a few moments, the eighteen-year-old had re-taken her position bent over the table, bottom sticking out proudly. Miss Marks resumed her position at the girl’s left-hand side, her left foot in front of her right, left knee slightly bent and her left hand on her left hip. She took aim and brought the wooden paddle down hard across the centre of the girl’s small bottom. It landed with a loud “Whack!” The sound echoing around Amelia’s office and out into reception.

Despite the blonde-haired girl’s cries and promises and protestations, Miss Marks slowly, and calmly, administered the remaining swats with her paddle across Reanne’s red and swollen bottom.

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

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

Once completed, the Head Mistress ignored the blonde-haired Sixth Former’s crying – it had become tiresome for her by this point, and simply walked to her side and placed the paddle down on the table. She smiled at Laura Smallwood before she picked up her senior dragon cane with it’s white, lambswool handle. She flexed this in both hands several times before taking four practice strokes with it, bringing it swishing through the air. The sound it made making Reanne Prochnow sniff and sob even louder. Mrs. Smallwood watched fascinated, but even she had flinched as Amelia had swished the cane noisily through the air in front of her.

Miss Marks smiled at Laura as she stood to Reanne Prochnow’s left-hand side. The dark-haired Head Mistress pushed her small round glasses back to the top of her nose with her left index finger before she brushed her hand down the left-hand side of her short-sleeved light grey blouse and black skirt. Once satisfied, Amelia took up her caning position, with her left foot in front of her right, her left knee slightly bent and then her left hand on her left hip. She began gently tapping the cane against the small, already sore bottom before her, until she was happy.

Reanne sniffed and sobbed into her arms and tried her best to prepare herself for the pain that was coming her way. She had been caned several times before – by Mrs. Markwell, the Head of Sixth Form and also by Mrs. Edwards, the Deputy Head Mistress in charge of discipline at Alannah Lawrence. Each time, her bottom had been left red and sore and there had been a neat set of lines left across her buttocks that had taken days to heal. She really wanted to just stand up and tell the Head Mistress that enough was enough – she could exclude her from school instead – just make the punishment stop. However, it was too late as Miss Marks’ first stroke landed heavily against the eighteen-year-old’s right bum cheek.

“Thwack!”

“Ow! Miss!” Reanne Prochnow shouted but managed to keep herself bent over the table.

Behind her, Amelia showed no emotion as she took aim once more, landing the next stroke across the blonde-haired girl’s left buttock.

“Thwack!”

“Miss!” The blonde-haired schoolgirl pleaded.

Again, the Head Mistress ignored her and concentrated upon where her third stroke would land. Once satisfied that the girl was settled, and that she had stopped moving and swaying, Amelia Marks brought down that next stroke.

“Thwack!”

Once more, Reanne screamed but her noise was muffled by her arms. She tried her best to take this part of the punishment as best she could. There was no way that she wanted extra strokes for not doing as she had been told. No matter how much the pain burned into her already sore bottom, the Sixth Form girl managed to take those first half dozen strokes with the cane.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

After those first half a dozen swipes with her cane, the Head Mistress paused and leaned over to inspect Reanne’s battered bottom. It was a brilliant shade of red and the first six strokes with the senior cane had left three, straight red lines on each bum cheek. Miss Marks smiled at Mrs. Smallwood and resumed her position, gently tapping the dense cane against the girl’s bottom.

“Right. Young lady. Nearly there. Just my final six strokes and then we’ll see if Mrs. Smallwood is satisfied with your punishment or if I need to give you a few more strokes.” Amelia laughed.

“No Miss. Please Miss!” Reanne shouted, the sound muffled by her arms.

Amelia looked at Laura and raised her cane in the air.

“Not for you to decide you naughty girl. Just take these final strokes and then we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson or not.” The Head Mistress paused before swishing her cane through the air and slowly, and painfully, administering her final strokes.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Within moments of landing her final stroke, Miss Marks walked over to the table and laid her cane down next to where Mrs. Smallwood sat.

The dark-haired Head Mistress then returned her attention to Reanne, who remained lying face down over the table, sobbing and crying loudly. Amelia leaned over and took a close look at the girl’s small bottom. She ran her small right hand gently over the neat set of red lines that covered both bum cheeks and continued to run her hand over the Sixth Form girl’s lower buttocks and tops of her legs. She winced loudly as Miss Marks pushed her hand a little too solidly against her tender skin. The short, dark-haired woman stood up and smiled at Laura Smallwood before she walked over to her cupboard and returned a minute later with some antiseptic wipes and a tube of cream.

Amelia Marks said nothing as she wiped the blonde-haired girl’s sore bottom with the cooling antiseptic wipe. She ignored Reanne Prochnow’s sniffs and sobs and concentrated upon cleaning her up. Once she was satisfied, Amelia walked over to her waste paper bin and deposited the used wipes before picking up the tube of cream from the table, opening it and squirting a good handful into her left hand. The small lady with the round glasses then spent a few minutes rubbing the eighteen-year-old girl’s bottom until she was happy that she had covered every inch of her bottom and backs of her legs. She then picked up her tube of cream and returned it to the cupboard before doing the same with her implements and returning her cane to the vase.

The Head Mistress smiled at Laura Smallwood before she sat down behind her desk and picked up her pen to write the entry in the punishment book in her small, but seriously neat, handwriting.

Date: Friday June 4th, 2027

Name: Reanne Prochnow

Form Class: 13 LSW

Reason for Punishment: Defiance and rudeness towards member of staff

Punishment: Over-the-knee hand spanking, clothes brush, wooden ruler, smacked with the slipper, the wooden paddle and twelve strokes on the bottom with the senior dragon cane.

Administered by Miss Amelia J. Marks – Head Mistress

Witnessed: Mrs. Smallwood – Form Mistress 13 LSW

Once completed, Miss Marks placed her pen on her desk and closed the large hard-backed book. She looked at Mrs. Smallwood and smiled at the younger woman.

“So, Mrs. Smallwood. Does that draw a line under Reanne’s awful behaviour and attitude towards you this morning or do you think that she needs further punishment?” Amelia pushed her chair back and got to her feet.

Laura Smallwood did the same and pushed her chair back and stood up, stepping away from the chair before placing it carefully under the large table over which, Reanne Prochnow was still bent, sobbing and sniffing at regular intervals. As the Head of Mathematics took a step she took a close look at the eighteen-year-old’s bottom before nodding. She could administer a spanking – she’d had plenty of experience of having to do it during her time at Alannah Lawrence, but she was still shocked at the severity of which ladies like Amelia, Melanie or Kim could lay it on the girls.

“I think that I’m satisfied, Head Mistress as long as this naughty, foul-mouthed young lady promises that there won’t be a repeat of what happened this morning in her last days here.” Laura Smallwood walked over to Amelia’s office door.

“Stand up, young lady!” Miss Marks snapped.

The blonde-haired Sixth Form girl carefully got up from the table and turned to face Amelia, who found herself standing taller than the girl. This was a rare occurrence for the diminutive Head Mistress of Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College. Reanne wiped her eyes and tried to brush her long blonde hair behind her head, careful not to start rubbing her sore and swollen bottom no matter how much she wanted to do that. The Head Mistress walked from behind her desk and smiled as she reached over and picked up a small box of tissues from the far side, holding them out to Reanne.

“Wipe your eyes and your nose Reanne.” She stared at the girl as she pulled out two tissues and wiped her eyes.

Amelia replaced the box of tissues on her desk and stood there with her hands on her hips looking at the blonde-haired schoolgirl.

“Right. Do you have anything that you would like to say to Mrs. Smallwood, you naughty girl.” She spoke quietly.

Reanne Prochnow took a few moments to wipe her eyes and blow her nose before she answered. She looked at the Head Mistress and then back over her left shoulder at Laura Smallwood before returning her attention to the Head Mistress.

“I’m sorry Miss. I just wanted to revise in my room rather than do it in lessons where it can be noisy, and I don’t work well in situations like that. I’m sorry Miss. I won’t do that again and won’t lose my temper so easily in the future.” The short, blonde-haired girl looked down at her shiny black shoes.

Amelia Marks smiled at Laura Smallwood, who was running her right hand through her long brown hair.

“Satisfied, Miss?” Amelia asked, not taking her eyes from Reanne for a moment.

Mrs. Smallwood nodded and smiled.

“Yes. Head Mistress. I think that this naughty young lady realises that being rude or trying to ignore what she has been told by numerous members of staff, will be dealt with swiftly and most severely. I think that’s good enough for me. Thank you.” She smiled.

“Get dressed.” Amelia Marks instructed and smiled as Reanne reached over the table to retrieve her navy school knickers.

The eighteen-year-old took a few minutes to dress, but eventually was dressed smartly in her light grey school blazer and her light blue blouse was tucked into her grey skirt. She had tentatively replaced her navy blue school knickers, carefully avoiding touching the welts that had appeared from the caning and stepped into her black school shoes. Finally, the diminutive girl picked up her school bag and heaved it over her right shoulder. She tried to conceal her anger as she looked at her Form Mistress, Laura Smallwood. The thirty-seven-year-old teacher slowly opened the door and pulled the door open so that Reanne could hear the sounds coming from the busy reception area.

“Good. Thank you Miss. Reanne you can get yourself to the bathroom and clean yourself up and then after break which is in a few minutes, you get yourself to your next lesson and cause no more problems. You do as you are told, or I’ll come looking for you and I’ll reinforce the message that hopefully you’ve learned this morning – I will not tolerate disobedience or attitude in my school. Is that clear, girl?” Amelia was careful to keep her voice down as she could see visitors in reception outside.

Reanne Prochnow nodded and sniffed before answering.

“Yes Miss Marks. I’m sorry Miss.”

Amelia Marks smiled angelically as she returned to her seat and sat down behind her desk.

Very well. Off you go Reanne and I do not want to see you in my office again. I shall email Ms. Lindsay and explain to her why you were not in the first lesson this morning. You have her after break too, don’t you?” She looked over her round glasses at the girl.

“Yes Miss.” The blonde-haired girl nodded.

“Right. Get out of my sight and woe betide you if I hear your name mentioned in your remaining weeks at my school.” The Head Mistress turned her attention to her computer on her desk.

Mrs. Smallwood watched Reanne leave the Head Mistress’ office and followed her out into reception, closing the door quietly behind her. She escorted the much smaller girl down the corridor and watched as she walked into the Sixth Form toilets.

Reanne Prochnow made a big show of what had happened to her in the Head Mistress’ office that Friday morning when she arrived in the Common Room towards the end of breaktime. However, she managed to avoid upsetting her English Mistress, Ms. Lindsay, in her lesson after break. Kim Lindsay had received the email from Amelia explaining that the girl had been with her during that first lesson that day and had also told her that she had been punished. The Head of Year Thirteen had tried to hide her delight at watching the small, blonde-haired girl struggle to sit down in her lesson.

Reanne Prochnow had struggled to control her temper and avoid any further trouble, but those three or so weeks had passed relatively quickly, and she left Alannah Lawrence Girls’ College with a set of faded cane marks across her bottom as a reminder of what happened when she lost her temper and upset people.