Friday, 7 October 2011

The Posh School!

The Posh School.

On the loch, a swan seemed to glide effortlessly across the water, underneath the water line it's feet were paddling furiously against the now growing undertow. In the boathouse on the western shore, John Harvey looked across the loch, deciding on whether to take a dingy out now, or to wait for the tidal swell to ebb.
In Moira Mason's house, she looked at her two bored looking house guests, her niece Sandra and her friend Julia. Sandra and Julia were now into day three of their holiday on the east coast of Scotland, when Sandra's mum had suggested to Julia that she should accompany Sandra on the trip to her auntie's she jumped at the opportunity of a free holiday. Some holiday it had turned out to be, the village was almost bereft of entertainment for two nineteen year old girls. One hotel and two pubs, a post office and a general dealers, for god's sake the place didn't even have a chippie! Night life was none existent, the pubs catered for middle aged locals, and the odd holiday maker, to Julia's mind they would have to be very odd , to want to holiday here. Here they were in nineteen seventy four, glam rock bands touring all over England, and they were stuck in some sort of throwback to the nineteen fifties, where the pubs don't even have jukeboxes!
Sandra's aunt was nice enough, but she realised that the girls were getting more and more restless.
“Get yourselves out for a good walk, and some fresh air. I'll make you up a picnic basket so you can have all day out and about, it looks like we are in for some nice weather now.” She had told the girls, as she left for work at the local distillery.
The two girls looked at each other as Sandra's aunt left, they both shrugged their shoulders, picked up the basket and headed for the loch, both girls walked along in silence, both locked in their own thoughts.
Neither girl had dressed for hiking, as they were both basically town girls, they had both dressed more for fashion than practicality.
As always Julia had chosen to dress almost boyishly, high waistband black culottes cut just above her eight holed Dr Marten's, and a taper fitted yellow “star jumper”. The choice of clothing highlighted her slim waist and large womanly bottom and hips, in fact she looked rather waspish.
Sandra on the other hand opted for a thin summer dress, that in the right light it became almost transparent, a slip would have been a good idea,but that would really have defeated the point of wearing something so thin in the first place. Slips don't get you wolf whistles!
Upon reaching the south eastern edge of the loch, Sandra broke the silence.
“Have you ever thought what a posh girls school would be like?”
“Er... no not really, it's not something that has kept me awake at night, I take you are talking about midnight feasts and not communal showers, cos I don't want you going all lezzie on me!” Julia replied with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Yeah you wish! Standing here looking like you should be on the cover of “Skinhead Girl In The Glens”, I bet you would love some tongue action from a proper lady.” Sandra said baiting her friend, knowing how the mention of her secret love of Richard Allen's skinhead books was a strictly secret guilty pleasure, as she watched Julia's face redden she continued. “There is a real McCoy girls private boarding school over there in the trees, we could go and have a look around, you know a bit of a mooch about?”
“You have got to be joking, it's miles away, we'd have to walk all the way around the loch, and then back again after the teachers chase us!” Julia said shaking her head in disbelief at her friends stupidity.
“No, look!” Sandra said pointing triumphantly at a small lime green rowing boat tied up on the little jetty.
Julia burst out laughing at the idea, though the idea did intrigue her slightly. “Are you going to row all the way out there? Then all the way back, after we get chased?”
“Yeah I know how to row, me and me uncle used to go fishing on the loch years ago.... before he pissed off to London and left auntie Moira on her todd up here.”
“We will still get chased.” Julia said.
“By whom? The school is closed for the summer holidays.” Sandra reminded her friend, her eyes now sparkling in mischief.
“Ah... sod it come on then, mind you I'm not rowing.”
“OK, let's get going lazy bones.” Sandra said pulling her friend along before she could change her mind.
Julia was quiet surprised, Sandra did indeed seem to know how to row, in no time at all they were making there way to the middle of the loch. Once out onto the open water, both girls realised that perhaps they were slightly under dressed as the further out of the shelter of the trees they got, the colder and more cutting the wind seemed to be.
Julia then noticed that they seemed to be somewhat veering of course, instead of heading towards the western shore they were making a sidewards drift to the northern end of the loch, the part where the loch drained into the North Sea.
“What's up, we are going the wrong way?” Julia asked with more than a little concern in her voice.
“Just shut up and get over here and give me a hand.” Sandra barked at her friend.
“It's the tide, it's to strong for me, you will have to get one of the oars and give me a hand!”
The desperation in Sandra's voice told Julia that this was no joke.
As she stood up to swap her seat, she saw the water to the left of her, a dark, almost black sheet seemed to be coming across the loch. She looked on in puzzlement as the dark water approached them.
Sandra looked to see what had caught her friend's attention, then she too saw the black water, but unlike her friend she knew what it meant.
“Just sit down!” Sandra called out.
It was too late though, the wind driven wave hit the boat, in an automatic reflex Julia grabbed at the right hand side of the boat to steady herself. Rather than steadying herself, it caused the boat to tip further and then capsize.
In the boathouse, John Harvey had been watching Mr. McCluskey's boat's odd journey on the loch, then upon seeing it capsize he jumped into the dingy, no time for sails he switched on the engine and made his way out to the centre of the loch. It took about five minutes at full throttle for him to reach the upturned lime green hull. His eyes scanned the water, then he saw them. Two heads and shoulders grasping tightly to the red life ring, the rope still attached to McCluskey's boat. “What's going on?” He asked himself as he approached the two figures, as he got nearer he saw that neither of these two were Mr. McCluskey. Pulling up alongside the two distressed girls he first hauled Sandra from the cold water. “A nice catch.” He said jokingly to the girl as he pulled her from the water, then seeing how her soaked dress clung to her body, the water making the material see through, her pale blue matching bra and knickers now on open show, he added. “A very nice catch!” The girl flumped down onto the hard wooden seat trying hard to catch her breath. Then John hauled out the other girl, her clothing and heavy boots making it that much harder of an operation. As she was halfway into the boat, her chubby bottom cheeks upturned under him, he felt an almost unstoppable urge to give those cheeks a helping slap. Once he had both girls safely in the boat, he fished out the life ring and tied it to the side of the dingy so he could tow the still upturned boat back with him. He watched as the two oars floated off northwards, carried along by the ebb tide towards the waiting sea. He looked at the two shivering girls, both sitting there teeth chattering with the cold. “So what were two young ladies doing messing about in boats on the tidal change?”
“We... we.. were going to that snobby school for a ... bit of a look about.” Sandra struggled out shivering hard with the cold.
“Well you are in luck, I'm Mr. Harvey the deputy head of that “snobby school” so that's where we are heading for now.” John replied tersely. “I'm surprised at Mr. McCluskey lending you his boat for you to go trespassing, I'll have to have a word with him about that.”
“Mr. who?” Julia asked.
“The owner of the boat, Mr. McCluskey from the shop in the village, I take it he knows that you have his boat?” John asked, but he needed no answer, he had enough experience with guilty teenage girls to recognise the guilt on their faces. “Never mind, we can sort things out after we get you two of those wet clothes and warmed through.”
Sandra looked horrified at his words, Julia only nodded and smiled and said. “Thank you sir.”
Once back on shore, John quickly led the girls to the changing rooms by the sports hall.
“You're in luck, although I'm the only one here I have been checking that all the heating works before term starts next week.” John explained to the frozen girls.”You see even snobby schools allow the caretaker a holiday.” He added sarcastically.
Both girls were now rather sheepish, and both realised that they were in trouble, though not really sure how much.
“Right get yourselves on there, have a hot shower and I'll see what clothes I can find for you. You can dry your wet stuff on the radiators, there are towels on the rack by the shower cubicles. I'll just throw some clothes in the doorway and will see you both out here when you are both decent.”
The girls quickly stripped and got under the welcoming hot stream of water. Julia's earlier joke now seemed so hollow as the water warmed their naked bodies. Once warmed through and dried, they both arranged their wet clothes on the radiators, and went to find the clothes that John said he would throw in the door.
Gymslips, and sandals.That was it. Two pairs of sandals, and two gymslips, no underwear no blouses. The two girls looked at each other in disbelief.
“Well I suppose it is decent,” Julia said trying to make light of it all. “after all it does cover everything. You wondered about posh schools, well now here is the uniform.”
The two of them got quickly dressed, then went out to see what their fate would be.
“OK girls, follow me.” John Harvey said as he marched the two girls down to his office, talking on the way down there. “I have to admit I'm not best pleased about your planned invasion of the school. I will however take it at face value that you only meant to have a look around, and that vandalism or theft were not on your minds. So no action by me needs to be taken, the boat on the other hand is a different matter. That is straightforward theft, and as such I am duty bound to inform the police, and leave it in their hands as to what to do with the two of you.”
“The police!” Julia said in shock. “We only meant to borrow it.”
“Borrowing without owners consent is theft my girl.” John said stating the all too obvious.
“Surely the police don't have to be involved, could you not sort it out with the shop guy?” Julia pleaded.
“No I don't think so, behaviour like this needs addressing,” John said now completely in teacher mode. “and cannot go unpunished.”
“Well couldn't you just punish us like you would the girls in here?” Julia asked now in pure desperation.
“What do you mean?” Asked John.
“Er... yeah what do you mean?” Added Sandra.
“Well you know, the cane that's what happens in places like this isn't it?”
“No it is not,” John was about to say that this school had done away with corporal punishment four years ago, (A liberal move that he had not been keen about.) then stopped himself and said. “this is Scotland, we don't use the cane we use the strap up here.”
“Er.... well straps, canes, birches or cat-of-nine tails, I'm not bothered what you use here. No one is whacking my arse with anything!” Sandra said indignantly.
“OK, no problem Sands, we'll both just get arrested.” Julia said as they reached the deputy heads office. “That will look great on your application form for nursing college won't it? When you get to the part about police record?”
“Girls, girls, girls. It is all academic anyway, if Mr. McCluskey wants to involve the police it will be out of my hands.” John Harvey reminded the girls, in a manner that left the girls clear that he was OK on Julia's idea.
“Well Sands, if he can swing it?” Julia asked her friend imploringly.
“I'm not sure.” Sandra said, her bottom lip now trembling as she thought about the options.
“Ah, come on man, a sore arse for a couple of hours, or a police record for the rest of your life?” Julia said feeling that she had almost swayed her friend.
“OK..... OK you win!” Sandra finally agreed.
“Wait here girls,” John said, trying to hide his enthusiasm. “I'll ring him and see if I can sort something out.”
The two girls stood outside his office, their backs to the wall contemplating their fate.
Julia was quite taken by their severe saviour, she wished that when she had been at school that they had a teacher like him. Someone so confident and in control.
Sandra thought to herself, what a pompous lech, the way he had looked at her when he had first fished her out of the water, and now he was going to whack her arse!
After what seemed like an age the office door opened. “Please come in ladies.” John said as he invited the two girls into his office.
Both girls noticed the long leather tawse on the top of his desk. Both girls gulped. For all that corporal punishment had been done away with by the school, John had kept the old instruments of correction, as a kind of reminder of happier days.
“Mr. McCluskey was to say the least not best pleased as I explained the situation to him.” John said as he sat back behind his desk, leaving the two girls standing in front of him. “As you both know he now has a boat with no oars, so as recompense you will both work unpaid at his shop for the remainder of your time here.”
There was no dissent from either girl at this news.
“Also we both believe that a punishment is indeed required here and now. A short sharp shock to teach you that such behaviour is not acceptable.”
Still no dissent.
“For your intended trespass,” John said, going back on his previous word. “you will both receive a sound spanking.”
“Yes sir!” Julia interjected before Sandra could complain.
“The more serious matter of the theft of the boat, you shall both receive four strokes of the tawse on your bottoms.” John said, watching closely for their reactions. Julia nodded, and Sandra looked upon the verge of tears. “By the way I don't even know your names.”
“Julia, Mr Harvey.” Julia said, just wanting it all over with.
“Sandra, sir.” Sandra said, dreading it even beginning.
John Harvey stood up, picking up his chair he brought it to the front of his desk, as both girls backed off from him.
“Julia first I think,” John said as he sat back onto the chair. “over my lap please.”
All her bravado now gone, Julie slowly edged her way to his side then draped herself over his lap.
John ran his hand down her back, then felt her jolt slightly as it ran over the swell of her bottom. His hand continued it's journey down the back of her thighs till it reached the hem of her gymslip. Grabbing the hem of her garment he started pulling it back and up her legs.
“Whoah!” Julia cried out, her hand rushing back to stop him.”What are you doing, I've got no knickers on!”
“And whose fault is that my girl?” John said sternly. “Even if you had any on they would be coming down anyway, these are going to be traditional bare bottomed punishments.”
Quickly weighing up her options, she moved her hand and said. “Yes sir.”
Sandra watched on in a mixture of horror and fascination as her friends bottom was bared. She knew only to well, that in only a matter of minutes it would be her in the same situation. For all of that though, she could not take her eyes off her friends upcoming chastisement.
John waited for Julia to settle back down, his hand resting upon her soft fleshy cheeks, then he started. His hand came down rapidly, taking Julia by surprise causing her to shout out in protest. His ears were deaf to her calls, he attacked her bottom cheeks with a great deal of gusto, his fingers alternating from cheek to cheek. In a matter of seconds the paleness of her bottom was being replaced by a hot pinkness.
Sandra looked on, now open mouthed as she watched her friends legs kick up as she tried to stamp out the pain from her bottom. Her kicking legs giving a lewd display of genitalia and pubic hair. Sandra had seen Julia naked many times before, but never from such an angle, and never in the company of a male.
After no more than two minutes or so, Julia was in tears, and John's tempo was slowing down. Sandra's knees now felt like jelly, as she knew Julia's turn was nearing an end, and hers would be just about to begin.
John Harvey helped the weeping Julia back on to her feet.
“Hands on top of your head my girl!” He ordered, and Julia rushed to obey not wanting any further slaps to her bottom.
As she stood in front of him swaying from side to side, she made no attempt to complain as he tucked the hem of her gymslip in to the belt around her waist, leaving her now bare from her hips down over, from both the front and to her rear.
“Sandra, I believe it is your turn now.”
In a dreamlike state, Sandra as Julia before her, draped herself across John's lap and waited for her bottom to be bared and reddened. Now it was Julia's turn to see her friends punishment, and to witness the display of flaying legs and rapidly blushing cheeks. John treated Sandra to the same blistering salvo of spanks that Julia had received, but to his surprise the slighter girl proved to be a tougher nut to crack. Crack though she did after about five minutes, her bottom now looking like a mosaic of pinks, reds, and purples. Like Julia, he helped her to her feet, and tucked her hem in to the belt leaving her also completely bare down below.
“Right young lady, go and stand by your friend.” John said, as he sat himself down on his desk and picked up the wicked looking tawse. He surveyed the two contrite girls in front of him, his eyes coming to rest in turn on each triangle of pubic hair. Julia's was much thicker and darker, a mass of black wire wool. Sandra's, much lighter, and sparser, he could see the clear delineation of her labia through the light covering of downy hair.
“Well girls, that's the first part over with,” He said almost conversationally. “we can get the tawsing over with, then once the two of you have composed yourselves, we can have a nice cup of tea while your clothes dry, then I'll drive you both back to the village.”
Both girls nodded, lost in the surrealism of the situation, it would seem that anything John suggested would now be met with a nod.
John turned the chair around, changing the angle so it now faced the girls “Julia, you first please,” John said softly. “if could be so kind as to kneel up onto the seat and bend over as far as you can and grip the legs at the back.”
Unsteadily Julia obeyed, as she bent across the top of seat her bottom was raised high her open sex clearly on view to anyone behind her.
“Brace yourself girl, I'll make this as quick as possible for you!” John said, and good to his word he did. Each blistering stroke was met with a howl of pain, to Sandra's ears the whole room seemed for about thirty seconds to be filled with her friends screams. Then it was over, and all you could hear was Julia's soft sobbing interspersed with vows of being a good girl from now on.
Ever the gentleman, John helped Julia to her feet after giving her a gentle encouraging pat to her bottom, his fingers accidentally catching the lips of her sex. He looked at Sandra, before he could even say anything she made her way to the chair and got into position.
This time though she didn't make any attempt to hide her pain, like her friend each stroke was met with a reaction of distress. Then she too received the wandering pat of encouragement from John as she was helped back to her feet. Both girls were given a hankie to wipe away their tears, then taken to the staffroom for tea. Their clothes were still damp, so John took them for a tour of the school, the look around the “posh school” that had brought them here in the first place.
Of course when they set out on their trip this morning, they were not expecting a guided tour by the deputy head. Less still they didn't expect to be walking around the school in gymslips, gymslips with the hems tucked tightly up around their waists. Their throbbing sore bottoms a constant reminder of their nakedness, not that they needed any reminder.
Once their clothes were dry, they went to get changed, John followed them into the changing rooms. They could hardly complain, as they had spent the last hour and a half walking about with him, both with their fanny's and bare red bottoms on open display. So it hardly seemed that much of a big deal, that now he would see the swell of their bare breasts' or for that matter see what colour underwear they would be wearing.
As they changed, he told them what time they should be at McCluskey's shop, and warned them to be on their best behaviour as he was not best pleased with them.
On the short drive back to the village, Julia wondered what Mr. Harvey had meant about being on their best behaviour.
Sandra wondered how she was going to explain the lost picnic basket to her auntie Moira!

Monday, 26 September 2011

New arrivals Easter break-part 5

In the oven like stationary cupboard at the back of the secretaries office, the sweating caretaker stood on a small set of steps, looking through the small ventilation grille into Dr. Bonham's office. Standing there in the dark, he watched as Thomas and Watts scrambled back into their clothes. All in all it had been quite entertaining so far, Dr. Bonham had kept to his word. He had told the caretaker, when the seeds of information that he had given him were coming to fruition, that he would be allowed to watch the "reaping".
So as Thomas and Watts left the head's office, the caretaker stayed put, as as far as he was concerned this was only half time. The first half he had found most entertaining, not really that interested in seeing Thomas caned, but the look of embarrasment on the boy's face, standing there hands on head, his erect dick bobbing up and down in front of him had been priceless. Perhaps from now on the head boy won't be such the arrogant prick that he had been of late? The caning of his young lover though, what a different story all together, seeing the cane lash across her naked buttocks had been most invigourating. Shame that from his position perched so high up he could only see her buttocks, he had little doubt that from Powell's and Matron's viewpoint, they would see much more than just her naked posterior as she bent across the desk.
Still though, he could hardly have asked for the head to let him actualy into the room. So now he stood, bated breath, waiting for the twist that he was sure to come.
"Well ladies," Dr. Bonham said to Matron and Powell as the two punished lovers left the office. "I now find myself in an awkward predicament. I know for a fact Matron that you knew that there was something brewing between Thomas and Watts!"
Matron flashed Powell an acusing glare.
"No Matron, it wasn't your young friend here that informed me, you should know by now that there is very little that happens in this establishment that I'm not aware of off?"
"Yes, Dr. Bonham." Matron replied, it was true that the head always seemed one step ahead of everything that went on in the school, as if he was some sort of all knowing omniprescent being.
"So I am disappointed twofold." the head said. "Firstly that you, as a member of staff, thought it wise to keep me in the dark over matters concerning Thomas and Watts, and also to a lesser extent Powell here. Which brings me nicely to my dissapointment in Powell. The role of prefect should be looked upon as an honour, and not just the means to exact revenge upon fellow students!"
Powell stared at the floor in guilt, as the head admonished her.
"So what am I to do about it?" The head asked, leaving the question hanging in the air. No reply was forthcoming from either party, so the head continued. "My first reaction, was to dismiss you, Matron, but that would put both your husband's position and your housing in a precarious situation, through no fault of his own. So I've had to rethink slightly. Miss Powell, apart from this one bit of foolishness, you seem to be adapting to life in the school as if academia was in your blood. So you too pose a bit of a problem for me. Do either of you have any suggestion as to how I can navigate my way through this, without having to send you both packing?"
Silence enveloped the room, Palmer waited holding his breath, anxiously hoping for one of them to speak forth.
"Sir... er..." It was Powell who broke the deadlock. "could you not... er... deal with us yourself? You know... like you did with Watts?"
Matron shook her head slowly, but realised that this was what the head had been angling for all along, and that Powell had taken his bait hook, line, and sinker.
"That would indeed be an option," Dr. Bonham replied in forced mock relief at Powell's suggestion. "Only Matron does not seem to agree?"
"Dr. Bonham, you know that I, as much as any other member of staff holds the school's reputation close to my heart." Matron stated, then continued. "So if news got out that the school was... indulging in the corporal punishment of adults, the scandal would be the end of this noble establishment."
"A very good point well made, Matron, but no one would be aware of my "indulgence" as you put it, apart from us three. The secretary has gone home, and no one else will come to this part of the building during lesson times, so privacy is ensured."
Matron sighed, and nodded admitting her defeat on the matter.
"So, we are agreed then, you both take a summary caning now, and that is the end of the matter?" Dr. Bonham asked, his eyes firmly focussed on Matron.
"Yes." Matron spoke for both of them.
"Well now comes the matter of the tariff." The head said desperately trying to hide his enthusiasm. "Matron you shall be first, as I feel that you have let me down the most, after all a quick word to me the other day when you were last in here and the whole matter could have nipped in the bud there and then."
Matron nodded, remembering the look of expectation, then dissapointment that Dr. Bonham had showed when she was last in his office. She should have known then that he had somehow gleaned information from somewhere about Thomas's antic's.
"So for you it will be the same as Thomas, eight strokes. As I said it will be the same a Thomas, on the bare, so please prepare yourself."
Matron swallowed hard at the head's sentence, though she had expected that he would be wanting to bare the two of them. She had noticed the way that he always looked at her, mentally undressing her, and now here she was undressing herself for him. As her hands went to the zipper at the side of her pale blue knee length skirt, Dr. Bonham adressed Powell.
"Miss Powell, like your colleague you will recieve a slightly lesser punishment. Unlike your colleague though, you are not a silly girl who has found herself in this office through an act of stupidity. You actually engineered the situation to suit your own ends, so you will recieve the traditional six of the best!"
Powell nodded, her whole body now shaking, a mixture of excitement and fear. She glanced to her side to see Matron now standing in just her ivory blouse, white french knickers and black stockings.
"Matron, I don't believe you are quite fiinished in your preparation, are you?" Dr. Bonham chided the dark haired beauty standing before him.
Wordlessly, Matron pulled down and then removed completely the offending extra garment. Having done this, she then stood head held high, not allowing him to see the humilation that she was now feeling.
This pose of defiance, did however allow him, Powell and the now overly excited caretaker, to see her thick jet black triangle of pubic hair.
Dr. Bonham nodded in approval, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth as he motioned with his eyes to the desk.
Powell almost gasped aloud as Matron draped her upper body over the cold wooden desktop, her coltish legs and firm high naked bottom directly in front of her, then little peeking folds of her sex just visible.
Then the crack of the first cane stroke, again caught Powell of guard, causing her rather than Matron to shout out in shock.
"One thank you, Sir." Matron said, no more emotion in her voice than if she was ordering an ice cream.
"There is no need for you to count them out, Matron." Dr. Bonham informed his current victim.
"It was the tradition at my old school." She said flatly.
"Well count..." The second stroke raked across her still unmarked bottom. " away my dear."
Powell looked on as the first line started to appear, then the second line from the much harder delivered stroke raced into bloom. this time though Matron's voice had a slight quiver to it.
Powell was again locked into her own dreamworld, as she watched stroke after stroke land across Matron's naked bottom. She had noticed that by stroke seven Matron was sobbing. She had not realised though, that somehow carried along by what she was witnessing, she had at some point, loosened her own skirt and let it fall in a pool to her ankles. So now she too was standing in her stockings and knickers, awaiting her turn.
As the last stroke whistled through the air, Powell noticed something. The front of the head's trousers had now become rather tight, she could make out the shape of his erect cock. This discovery shocked her, a man of his age still, thinking about sex! Then she wondered who it was that was having this effect upon on him, which one of the three of them would he have liked to unzip his trousers behind. Then hook himself under their naked hips, impaling his engorged member deep inside them? Matron, Watts, or even herself? Perhaps it had been Thomas that had fired up his current ardour, after all you do hear of such things?
"Aaagh... EIGHT thank you, Sir!" Matron screamed out as the whistling last stroke found it's intended target.
"Matron, if you could stand by Powell please." Dr. Bonham said in a gentle whisper. "Miss Powell if you could... ah... I see you have already started to prepare yourself, must be eager my girl eh?"
"Yes, Sir." Powell replied, then immediatley realised how stupid that must have sounded. "I mean... er... to get it all over with."
"Yes well come along then. Knickers off, and over you go!" Dr. Bonham said, a hint of joviality in his voice again.
"Your loving this you old goat." Powell thought to herself as her fingers went to the elasticated waistband of her dark blue aertex knickers. Quickly she pulled them down and off, then raced over the desk.
"Yes quite an eager beaver!" Dr. Bonham said in a sing song voice. "So lets not keep the lady waiting."
Each stroke was delivered one after the other, just as Watts' final three were, not the almost leisurely pace he had taken with Matron.
Powell herself was unaware at what point the tears started to flow, but flow they did, as she lay on the table she heard the head's voice cut through the sound of her sobbing.
"Right, Miss Powell you may get dressed, and compose yourself before returning to your classes."
She struggled back to her feet, then stood facing the head, rubbing at her striped bottom, now not caring that he could see her thin covering of pubic hair.
"Thank you, Sir." She struggled out.
After about four minutes or so, both Matron and Powell were decent again, and composed enough to leave the head's office. As they left, he thought to himself. "I wonder what fun and games the summer arrivals will bring?"
In the hot little stationary cupboard the snooping caretaker thought to himself "I don't think my heart will take much more of this!"


Thursday, 1 September 2011

New arrivals Easter break-part 4

After the spanking of Collins, Powell thought that she would be alienated from the other girls, but to her surprise she couldn't have been more wrong. If anything she seemed to be more well liked by her peers, she was certainly more respected by them. Apart from a couple of sniping comments from Watts, all the girls were very pleasant with her, at least to her face. This was an odd situation for Powell, for when she was at school she was never one of the "popular" girls, she always found herself labelled as a swot and had few friends that she felt truly comfortable with.
Powell's new found popularity increased multi-fold the following week when school proper started. The boys returning to the school made no great difference to the girls. The boys classes were of a completely different nature to those of the girls, so the only time there was any interaction between the sexes was at meal times as there was only one dining room, then interaction was still at a bare minimum, as the boys had been well warned beforehand that any ideas of romance should be struck from their minds. Not that many of the boys seriously thought that these older girls, well young women really, would have any truck with them anyway. One or two of the sixth formers fancied their chances, but those hopes were soon dashed, when the reality of the lack of social contact available became clear, coupled with firm warnings about being "overly friendly" with their female guests. However there were two exceptions to this sexual gulf, Powell and Watts. Powell, because of her role as an acting prefect had full access to the Prefects Common Room. Watts, because even though school term had resumed her dalliance with Thomas the head boy continued. So with Powell spending so much time in the company of the other prefects, the dynamic of the group changed somewhat. Whereas before Watts had been very much the self styled group leader, Powell was now the official leader of the eight young women. Also with her socialising with the rich young prefects, it meant she had access to the extensive record library in the common room. So with Powell bringing such musical treats to the dorm as, the Beatles Revolver, Bob Dylan's Bringing It All Back Home and The Rolling Stones Out Of Our Heads, her popularity soared. With Watts sneaking off constantly with her "young love", her popularity waned through a certain level of jealousy felt by the other six bored girls, not that they particularly fancied the arrogant young man, just that Watts was having fun that was unavailable to them.
All of this suited Powell's secret agenda, it was just a case for her to bide her time to wreak revenge for that first night at the school. At first the other prefects were rather wary of Powell, being all too aware that a wrong word could get them into trouble for being "overly friendly". Unlike Thomas, they had decided that they weren't going to skate on thin ice this close to their exams coming around. By the Wednesday though, a couple had accepted Powell into their midst, still wary of what they talked about they did open up to her a little.
These fledgling friendships gave Powell a lot of the information that she was looking for. Firstly she gently quizzed the boys about the school's odd discipline regime, and how prefects seem to hold so much sway over the other pupils. It would appear that Dr. Bonham, the headmaster, held the belief that wherever possible, the pupils themselves should be responsible by way of peer pressure for the smooth running of the school. In cases of repetitive infractions, the school masters would become involved, and only in cases of extreme circumstances should the head himself be involved. Powell was curious where Matron came into this scheme of things, it would appear that the prefects preferred not to involve Matron at the moment. Matron and her husband, the head of history, were having some sort of family trouble that was keeping him away from the school, so the prefects had decided to take her out of the equation, as to not trouble her and heap further pressure on to her. Powell wondered if that was what was behind Matron's idea to make her a prefect?
By way of reinforcing the head's reluctance to be involved directly in the school discipline, he brought about the ruling that the prefect who reported a pupil to him would themselves have to be present for the miscreant's punishment. This snippet of information made Powell's heart leap.
"Surely this would encourage those of a sadistic nature to report pupils more often?" She asked, feeling the redness rush to her cheeks.
"Suppose it could do." Replied Dufort, looking rather nonplussed under his long feminine blond fringe. "The masters are always careful to weed out any rotten apples before appointing the prefects for the year, so it's never been a problem."
"Have you ever... you know, taken someone to the head's office?" Powell asked, getting dry mouthed at the prospect.
"God no!" Dufort replied shocked at even the thought of it. "I've been in his office once, that was more than enough for me."
Powell could tell by his tone of voice, that that conversation was now over as far as he was concerned, so she pursued it no further, and went on to have a little small talk about his upcoming exams. Also she overheard some interesting chat reference Thomas and Watts, the boys must have thought that they were being clever, by speaking in a cricket based code. References to "bowl a maiden over" and "playing a sticky wicket" were not lost on her, so Powell quickly said goodbye to her fellow prefects and made off to the school library.
The library was situated on the third floor of the main building, it's windows gave an excellent view across the playing field. More to the point though, you could see the small cricket pavilion from there. The cricket field and the pavilion were out of bounds to the pupils at this time of year. The perfect spot for a lover's tryst perhaps? Picking up a random book about the Romans in Britain, she took up a seat by the window, and watched. She did not have to wait for long. First she saw Thomas, coming out to the left of the pavilion and making his way around the fields perimeter. Minutes later Watts appeared, and walked directly across the field heading back towards the girl's dorm.
"Got you!" Powell whispered under her breath. "Got you both!"
The next day, Powell skipped lunch and went straight to the library. Straight to her favoured seat, book in hand, casually flicking over unread pages as she watched across the field.
First it was Thomas who came into view, strolling along the outside of the field, not a care in the world. Then she saw Watts purposefully striding up the field from the building below.
Powell watched, making sure that they were both behind the pavilion, then she put the book back into it's rack, heart hammering away in her chest she made to go and join the school's very own star crossed lovers.
By the time Powell reached the front of the pavilion she was quite breathless, she had walked there as quickly as she could without actually breaking out into a run. She wanted to catch them "at it", and had no idea how long "it" took, so she had made her way there as quick as she could. Holding her breath she tip-toed around the back of the pavilion, the site that greeted her left her almost dumbstruck, almost.
"Watts! I don't think that was what Dr. Bonham had in mind when he appointed Thomas as head boy!" Powell shouted out to the kneeling Watts, trying hard not to laugh at her little pun.
Her voice caused a flurry of embarrassed activity. Thomas quickly thrusting his manhood back into his trousers, so Powell didn't even manage so much as a fleeting glance at the appendage that Watts seemed to find so appetising. Watts leapt to feet, almost falling over as she struggled to pull up her knickers from their resting place at her knees.
"What do you want you bloody pervy peeping bitch?!" Watts spat at Powell.
Powell ignored Watts' outburst, and said to Thomas. "I think you would agree that this is indeed an extreme rule break? So much so that I believe a trip to see Dr. Bonham is the only option open to me."
Thomas looked at the sickly grin on Powell's face, he knew there would be no persuading her so made no effort. "Fair do to her" he thought to himself, revenge is best served cold, and Powell's eyes looked to him as cold as arctic ice. "Well caught ma'am." He replied, resigned to his fate. "That's the best I can say bearing in mind where we are."
"What are you bleating on about, well caught?" Screamed Watts.
"We are on the cricket ground, and we have both just been bowled out." Thomas explained. "So pull your knickers up, shut up, and get ready for the long walk!"
The three of them headed back to the school in complete silence, Powell was impressed by the sporting way that Thomas had taken their capture. If it hadn't been for Watts' outbursts, she would have been inclined to let the two of them off, but being called a pervy bitch had merely strengthened her resolve.
Once they reached the secretary's office at the head of the passage leading to Dr. Bonham's office, Powell had reached a rather agitated state, wondering whether to just turn back.
Then she saw him, the dark haired bearded Dr. Bonham looming above her.
"Hello ladies, hello, Thomas, are you perhaps seeking me out for some reason?"
"Er... yes, Sir... I need to speak to you regarding a rather delicate situation." Powell finally answered.
"Indeed." The head sighed. "Please follow me... Powell isn't it?"
"Er yes, Sir that's right."
"Thomas, I've been half expecting some trouble from your quarter, please wait outside my office door, facing the wall of course, Miss Watts, could you be so kind as to join him, facing the opposite wall." All three of them were wondering how Dr. Bonham seemed to already understand the situation. As Thomas and Watts trudged along to the office, Dr. Bonham's voice boomed out to them."Make sharp you two, and complete silence!"
Turning to Powell, the head made ladies first gesture into the doorway of the secretary's office. Powell entered the room, unsure now at the can of worms she had just opened.
"Judith, I'm going to be busy this afternoon." The head said to his young secretary. "Am I right in thinking that I have no appointments for the rest of day?"
"As always, Sir, you are correct." The sycophantic girl replied.
"Good." The head said beaming back at her answer. "Have the rest of the day off, this is going to be a long drawn out and delicate situation. So you tootle off home, or to the shops, and I will see you bright eyed tomorrow morning."
She didn't have to be told twice, in lightning speed her coat was on and she was off, before the head could withdraw his generous offer.
"OK, Miss Powell, please confirm for me what I suspect you are here for." The head said, sitting down on his secretary's desk.
Halfway through Powell's account of today's happenings, Dr. Bonham suddenly sprang to his feet, causing Powell to reel backwards in shock.
Opening the office door, again the head's voice boomed out. "You boy!"
"Me, Sir?" Asked the terrified young boy who was wandering past the office window.
"Yes, Sir, you, Sir!" Dr. Bonham again boomed out, in a now jovial fashion. "Go and find Matron and tell her I need to see her pronto. Then tell Mr Palmer the caretaker, that the heating pipe problems are getting worse." The boy ran off on his errand, as fast as his little feet could take him. "Yes a most disagreeable situation we have found ourselves in here, Miss Powell." The head said to Powell, shaking his head. "Young mister Thomas is no real problem, a harsh caning will see him on his way. Miss Watts though, well that is a more delicate matter all together."
Now completely dry mouthed, Powell could only manage a nod.
"Perhaps she will agree to a similar punishment to that of Thomas?" The head asked, his eyes burning into Powell's, almost as if he was reading her thoughts.
"I... I... would think so, Sir. It would be better than having to be thrown of the course." Powell struggled out.
"Yes. Perhaps. We shall see soon enough shan't we?" The head asked, his gaze still locked on hers.
Then Matron arrived in an obvious fluster, eyes glaring at Powell.
"Ah! Matron, now we can begin, please follow me ladies." Dr. Bonham said, not so much an invitation but an order.
Once in the room, the head motioned for Matron and Powell to stand to the rear of the office to the right hand side of his desk, being very meticulous about the very spot that they took up. Thomas and Watts were positioned by the door to the left of his desk, again he was very particular about exactly where they stood.
"This behavior is outrageous, that goes without saying." Dr. Bonham stated, then continued. "The only thing is what to do about it. Thomas you know you have a severe thrashing coming your way."
"Yes, Sir, I know, Sir!" Thomas said, the bravado in voice cracking toward the end of the sentence.
"Miss Watts though, you prove to be more of a problem. My initial reaction is to send you home, and let you explain to your employers why you have been thrown of the course, and basically wasted their money." The head said solemnly.
Watts seemed on the verge of tears at this announcement.
"However though, I have a mind to give you the chance to stay here." The head continued. "If you are willing to take the same, or should I say slighter lesser punishment to that that Thomas is going to receive."
Watts saw the slender lifeline and grabbed at it. "Sir I am willing to take whatever punishment you have mind for me."
After a long pause, Dr.Bonham nodded. "As I said this is going to be severe. Mr Thomas please prepare yourself."
Now red faced, Thomas took off his blazer and hung it on one the coat hook on the back of the office door. To Powell's surprise and delight, he then slipped off his loafers and started to unbutton his trousers, they too were then hung on the back of the door.
Now standing only in his socks shirt and blue underpants, he turned to the head.
"You know what a severe chastisement requires." The head said softly.
Thomas then slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underpants, then they were also hung on the door.
"So that's a cock!" Powell thought to herself. "why all the fuss?" Though she was not totally naive as to sexual mechanics, this was the first male genitalia she had actually seen in the flesh. She understood that the member got hard for sex, but still though, something so small, how would it all click together as it were?
"Eight strokes, over the desk please, Mr. Thomas." The head's voice quickly waking Powell from her daydreaming.
Thomas bent across the desk, his taught and surprisingly small buttocks pointing towards the back of the office. Powell didn't even see where the head produced the cane from, so engrossed was she by Thomas's anatomy. So the sudden strike of the cane across his bottom, made Powell jump almost as much as it did Thomas. The next stroke followed in a matter of seconds, Powell was disappointed that there was no counting out of the strokes from Thomas. She so wanted to hear both his and Watts' voice breaking up as the punishment continued. The head waited longer before delivering the third stroke, thus giving Powell the chance to watch as the red lines emerged from the muscular behind in front of her.
"Not be so quick in trying to get your hands inside a young ladies knickers now will you?" The head asked, his sudden vulgarity shocking Powell.
"No, Sir I wo... aargh." Thomas cried out, as the whippy cane was delivered yet again to his naked bottom.
This time, the head delivered another two strokes in quick succession, the discomfort for Thomas audible to all in the room.
"Three more." Powell thought to herself swallowing hard, so wishing that she had some water sip on her, mouth and throat were as dry as sand.
"Three more, Thomas, brace yourself!" Said the head echoing, Powell's thoughts. Then it was over, three fastly delivered slashing strokes, each eliciting a howl from Thomas.
"Right, up you get," commanded the head, "get back to where you were by Miss Watts."
Stiffly Thomas rose from over the desk and returned to his starting point, tears streaking down his face. As he stood by Watts, trying in vain to rub the pain out of his bottom. Powell looked, and oddly it seemed to her that his penis was now somewhat longer, and more chunky than she remembered it from only two minutes earlier.
Again it was the heads voice that broke her daydreaming.
"Thomas stop that rubbing and get your hands on top of your head, you should know better. Miss Watts, I believe it is now your turn. If you could be so kind as to remove your clothing from the waist down please"
"What?" Cried out the stunned Watts
"Miss Watts, I'm certain that you heard me clearly enough. Both when I said you would receive the same punishment as Thomas, and when I requested for you to prepare yourself for your caning." The head said softly, though with a certain amount of underlying menace.
Powell noticed a lone tear run down Watts' face, as she struggled with the button and the zipper on the side of her skirt. She watched with keen interest as the skirt fell to the floor, leaving Watts standing there in stockings and white knickers with a pink rose motif. Watts then did a strange little dance, her arms flapping by her sides like a baby duck on a frozen lake.
"What on earth is the problem now girl!" Asked Dr. Bonham, agitation clear in his voice.
"Sir... should I take of my stockings and suspenders... or... do you want..." Watts managed to burble out.
"Just get your knickers off and get over that desk.Now!" The head shouted at the tearful and confused girl.
Powell managed to hold back her smile as she saw the bane of her life bend over the desk, her pale white bottom stuck out waiting for the hissing kiss of the cane. That kiss came too soon, and too harsh for Watts' liking. She leapt back to her feet, rubbing hard at her stinging bottom. The strokes that she had received from Thomas, in no way prepared her for the vicious swipe that she had just felt.
"That was the first stroke." Said Dr. Bonham. "I will count that one, but mark my words girl, jump up like that again and the stroke shall not count."
Powell looked on in amusement as Watts nodded madly, her eyes wide in fear as she rushed back into position. Then something else caught Powell's eye, Thomas's cock seemed to have almost tripled from it's original shriveled size, also it was now pointing direct to the ceiling. "So that is how it works!" Powell thought to herself, the mystery now solved for her.
To save any further histrionics from Watts, the head delivered the remaining three stroke in rapid fire one slash after the other. No sooner did her cry from one stroke subside, than her voice screeched out again.
"Right, that is it." The head said, as the sobbing Watts lifted her upper body from the the desk. "I expect no more shenanigans from either of you, or you will both receive double, and your parents, Thomas will be informed, as will your employer Miss Watts. You both understand?"
The half naked sorry looking lovers both nodded.
"Get dressed, compose yourselves and return to your lessons." Dr. Bonham said, causing the two of them to burst into a surge of activity, both desperate to regain their modesty.
"Matron, I would like you and Miss Powell to stay here, I have a matter I need to discuss with you both."

Saturday, 27 August 2011

New arrivals Easter break-part 3

Matron had calmed down by lunchtime, she realised that the current situation could not go unaddressed. She had to do something about Thomas and his apparent abuse of his position as head boy. Then again she did not want to get the boy into trouble for merely making the best of an odd situation. The only thing she could do was to see Dr. Bonham the headmaster, and see if she could alter the present rules that the girls had found themselves under. So biting the bullet she made her way down to Dr. Bonham's office, hoping that he was in today and not still taking advantage of the Easter break. She was in luck, no sooner had she knocked on the door than she heard the doctor's voice boom.

"Please enter!" Dr. Bonham's face lit up as he saw the school's glamorous matron enter his office. "Hello Matron, please take a seat, always a pleasure to see you."

Matron took to the seat in front of Dr.Bonham's desk, as always she felt uneasy in the office. Not because of Dr. Bonham, but the actual room itself put her ill at ease. It was to say at best oppressive and gloomy, at the worst you describe it as depressing. Often she had wondered why he didn't do something about the dark wood panelling, to remove it and make the place seem more airy and friendly. Then one day the penny dropped with her, he liked the office to be forbidding, the only time people came into it - other than members of staff - was when they if it was a pupil, or their child if it was a parent, was in serious trouble. Prospective new parents Dr.Bonham always made a point of seeing in either the staffroom, or in the secretary's office. This office was the inner sanctum of doom as far as the pupils were concerned, to be sent to see the Doctor meant you were really for it, and so the Doctor let the room itself reinforce that fact.

"So Matron I take it this has something to do with your young ladies?"

Matron hated the way that term, 'her young ladies' was being bandied about by the staff, for Matron from the outset was not keen, and had let it be known, about the girls coming into the school. she had rightly foresaw the problems that they could cause.

As he waited for Matron to reply, Dr. Bonham pulled a Capstan Full Strength from the ever present packet on his desk, he casually tapped the end of the cigarette on his desk to compact the tobacco before lighting it. The irony of the coming conversation was not lost on Matron.

"Well, Doctor," Matron said, the use of first names never crossing either mind, even in the privacy of the office."we have a little bit of an issue, two actually."

The Doctor nodded for her to continue, exhaling a large plume of white smoke.

"A few of the girls smoke, and I was thinking of making their dorm a sort of smoking haven for them, obviously no where else in the school." Matron could see the the silent headmaster could not see any logic in allowing this proposes rule breaking, so she continued."This morning I had the unfortunate need to spank one of the girls for smoking in the dorm. It was rather upsetting for me to have to administer a punishment like that to a woman in her twenties!"

"Mmmh, I can see your point Matron, and the other matter you wished to discuss?" Dr. Bonham said, nodding slowly.

"It is, in my opinion at least, wrong that the school prefects, young boys of only seventeen or eighteen themselves, should be in a position where they can administer corporal punishment to young women in some cases up to five years their senior." Not mentioning what had already taken place with Thomas she continued. "I find it both morally incorrect, and distasteful. So my other proposal is that one of the girls be appointed a prefect, and she alone would be responsible for the punishment of the more minor indiscretions."

"You have someone in mind I take it?"

"Indeed I have, the very girl that I had cause to punish this morning. She seems to understand best the ethic of the school." Matron said flashing the head her winning smile.

"Well, implement away, I agree to both of your proposals." The headmaster said, beaming back at her, then the smile slipped slightly as he said. "Was there anything else you need to discuss with me?"

"No sir, that is all I think. I'll go and tell the girls now." As Matron stood up, she could not fail to notice the look of disappointment on the headmaster's face. Matron saw the girls as they were waiting for the minibus to take them all home for the weekend. The news of the smoking in the dorm was greeted well by all the girls, including the two non-smokers. The news that Powell was going to be made a "de facto" prefect was greeted with a more mixed reaction. Powell herself seemed over the moon, a couple of the girls congratulated her, but two or three seemed to find the idea a little bemusing that Powell would hold sway over them.

The following Monday as the bus picked the girls up to return them to Deerfoot, Powell was already in her seat when they picked up the last pair of girls. Watts and Collins were the last to be collected, as they climbed on board Powell noticed that Collins was caked in make up. Though Powell had expected some sort of test and challenge to her authority, she had not expected it to be coming from this corner. In her mind she had suspected that Watts would be the one to make the initial statement. She could however understand Collins' reasoning. Collins was a tall willowy blond, with a painfully pale natural complexion. Dressed in their uniforms without the benefit of makeup, the nineteen year old Collins looked several years younger, she looked every inch a gangly fourth former. However, as far as Powell was concerned that wasn't the issue, rules were rules, and she meant to enforce them. It was all just a case of choosing the moment of maximum impact, maximum impact in every sense! Powell never made any comment about Collins' makeup, not even during the morning's language assessment. Mr Ward the tutor for the morning had clearly noticed the amount of blusher, lipstick and mascara being worn by Collins, but made no mention of it, to either Collins or Powell. After lunch, the girls were spending the rest of the afternoon with Matron, who was taking them for basic etiquette and conversational skills in a business environment. As they filed into the small classroom, Matron raised her eyebrows to Powell, Powell merely smiled serenely. This smile told Matron that her young protege had everything in hand, so she never broached the subject with Collins deciding to wait and see how the cards would fall.

After dinner the girls in the dorm filled their free time in playing records borrowed from Matron, and chatting amongst themselves. Powell kept out of the chit-chat, sitting alone at the table in the centre of the room doing a crossword. Her mind wasn't really concentrated on the puzzle in front of her, she was only waiting for her optimum moment to arrive.

Eventually Collins decided it was time for her bed, Powell watched from the corner of her eye as Collins stripped off her uniform. She watched as soon enough Collins was totally naked, then waited as she pulled her nightie over her head and sat upon her bed.

Before Collins had the chance to pull back her bedclothes, Powell made her move. Standing up from the table, she dragged her chair noisily across the wooden floor towards the bathroom, causing all the girls to look around at her. Opening the door she placed the chair inside the smaller room, then turned to face her now puzzled audience.

"Collins! In here now." Powell announced loudly.

"Wha... what for?" Collins asked, the situation slowly dawning on her.

"Make up! Either get in here, or I ask Matron to send you home tomorrow." Powell said her voice now dropping into a low slow enunciation."The choice is entirely yours."

Collins looked to the other girls for support, but all of them apart from Watts avoided even giving her eye contact. Watts only gave her a rueful smile and a little shrug of the shoulders, as if to say "what can you do". Slowly Collins rose from her bed, and made the walk of the condemned, by the time she reached the bathroom Powell was already sitting on the chair waiting for her.

"Please close the door behind you." She ordered Collins, who was more than happy to oblige.

"Joan... please... I won't wear it again." Collins pleaded pitifully.

"Are you obsessed with rule breaking today Collins? Surnames only remember." Powell chided the scared young girl in front of her.

"I'm sorry... really sorry."

"I think you know what to do next?" Powell said, patting her lap.

On the verge of tears Collins lowered herself over Powell's lap, and placed her hands on the floor in front of her, her eyes locked on the grain of the floorboards. In the dorm, the girls held their breath in silent anticipation of what was to follow. Powell's first thought this morning was to spank Collins in front of the others, as a warning to them all. Then she thought this would be better. They would hear the spanking and it's effect, their minds filling in the rest imagining what was happening, the mental images so much worse than the reality.

Powell ran her hand over Collins' backside, feeling the thinness of the nylon, "she may as well be naked" she thought to herself, allowing herself a little smile at how her plan had come together. Then her hand came down for the first time. Collins was caught unaware and shouted out more in protest than pain. Powell was surprised at the soft fleshy feel under her palm, she had expected the thin girl's bottom to be much firmer to the touch. She was also surprised at the sting in her own palm, still though she knew that Collins' bottom would be feeling it even more. So Powell then started the chastisement in earnest, allowing Collins no respite between blows, she quickly made to cover her bottom and upper thighs in as many hard slaps as possible in the minimum amount of time. The noise of her descending hand, and Collins' protests echoed around the tiled room. Powell knew that the noises would be clearly heard in the dorm, that was the main part of her plan. She meant to stamp her authority in no uncertain terms, it was just a shame for Collins that she was to be the vehicle for Powell's agenda. Such a minor infringement of the rules being treat with such zealous treatment, but for Powell's plan to work she needed the girls full obedience, and to be seen by the staff as dutiful prefect. The plan was working to the full, in the dorm the girls sat wordlessly, listening to every falling blow. Listening to Collins, first her shouts of indignity at such treatment, followed by a flow of obscenities and insults. All of this only to give way to entreaties of mercy, followed by clearly heard sobbing. Once the tears started flowing Powell slowed down, but did not stop her spanking of Collins.

"So will you be wearing any makeup tomorrow then?" Powell demanded of her weeping charge between the still harsh fall of her hand upon Collins' upturned bottom.

"No... no... miss... I'll be a good girl... please... please... I promise." Collins called out in desperation.

"Next time I have you in here it will be the slipper going across you arse," Powell said giving her bottom a final extra hard slap. "understand?"

"Yes... I... won't be in here again I'll be good... no rule breaks... please.... promise!"

Before helping her back to her feet, Powell was tempted to lift back Collins' nightie, just to check out her handiwork, but resisted the temptation, so she pulled the disorientated sobbing girl up, holding her arm to steady her.

"Right then, I'll hold you to your word mind, now go back in there and get to bed." Powell ordered Collins who meekly nodded.

The girls sitting in the dorm sat there open mouthed, as the red faced and tear streaked Collins came back into the room, followed by Powell carrying the chair.

"Lights out now girls I think?" Powell said, and no one complained.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

A birthday spanking!

I can't believe this is happening, really I can't, and on my eighteenth birthday too. The room around me is filled with a mixture of loud sounds, but the only thing I can clearly hear is my heart beat and the blood pumping through my ears. There are so many things to look at, but the only thing I can clearly see is the bare bottom of my best friend Angela, and the more I look at it the redder it becomes.
It all went wrong about an hour ago, up until then my day was going well, I'd left home with the promise of a great party and lots of presents that evening, I'd got to school and earned top marks in history, and a merit from my English teacher for my essay on Shakespearean sonnets. Then Angela decided to give me my present at lunch time and everything changed...........

Angela, always know for her own unique style, had snuck my boyfriend Roy into the school grounds, guided me to the large storage shed behind the bicycle racks, she opened the door to reveal Roy, my boyfriend. It turned put she'd snuck him into the school grounds just before the gates were locked, and he'd been waiting there for me.
"Enjoy your birthday present." she said with a wink.
I was stunned. "But, what are we...?"
"Oh come on, use your imagination." she interrupted. "I'll keep guard and bang on the wall if anyone comes along."
I didn't need a second telling as Roy yanked me into the shed and closed the door. I felt awkward at first, it's not that we hadn't been intimate before, but my surroundings were off putting to say the least, but after a few seconds of passionate snogging I lost my inhibitions, and soon after I also lost my panties! Roy had placed hessian sacks on one of the low tables, and he laid me back on it while fumbling at the zip on his trousers, his cock sprang out as hard as I'd ever seen it, and he soon had it protected with a latex overcoat before sliding it deep inside me. I was lost in the ecstasy of it all as we moved in unison, both of us panting as our orgasms grew closer and closer. I couldn't help swearing as the pleasure built within me.
"Ohh fuck this is good!" I murmured.
Roy chuckled. "Hey any more of that bad language and I'll put you over my knee!"
"Hmm lovely," I grinned, "a birthday spanking!"
We continued thrusting together but were so unaware of our surroundings that we didn't hear Angela banging on the wall. She suddenly burst in through the door.
"Quick! Get moving, Mr. Thomas is coming!" she yelled.
Roy holstered his weapon and was off like a rocket, fortunately he managed to escape unseen, and with a bit of help from Angela I got off the table, I was retrieving my panties just as our headmaster Mr. Thomas appeared in the doorway.
"What on earth are you two up to?" He asked, his face a picture of rage.
Angela tried to think of something to say, "I.. I, well we were."
"You were what?"
I swallowed hard. "She was, just giving me my birthday present, Sir." I mumbled.
"Mr. Thomas saw the screwed up panties in my hand and snatched them from me. "Hmm, and I think we can guess what that present was, can't we!" He shook his head as he scowled at us both. "I'm a broad minded man, but to think of you two girls getting up to that sort of thing in my school, well that's just disgraceful."
We both stood, open mouthed, he'd got it so very wrong. I wanted to put him straight, explain the situation, but that would only have made things worse, especially for Angela.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I said eventually.
"Oh you will be." He threw my panties back to me. "Put these on and both of you follow me!"
I yanked my panties back on, almost falling over in the process, than Angela and I nervously followed our headmaster around the main school building to the front door, as soon as we were inside he led us around to the right and into his office. I'd only been in there once before, and that was to collect a certificate of merit, God only knew what I'd receive this time. It was a large office, with framed diplomas adorning the walls and a huge oak desk the stood proud in the centre of the room. Mr. Thomas closed the heavy door behind us, then picked up a straight backed chair from the corner and placed it in the centre of the room.
"It's been a while since I've had cause to do this, but your behaviour certainly warrants it." He sat down on the chair and my heart skipped a beat. "I'm therefore going to give both of you a damn good spanking!"
My legs had suddenly turned to jelly and I felt dizzy, I'd never been spanked properly in my life, Roy had given me play spankings and swats to my rear end, but that was all. I looked at Angela and she was already crying, she shook from head to toe.
"Oh no please, Sir." she sobbed.
Mr. Thomas pointed at her. "I know you were keeping watch outside the shed, so you'll be first across my knee."
Angela shook her head and began to back away, so Mr. Thomas got up from his chair and went after her. He had to practically drag her over his knee, she certainly wasn't a willing recipient. I watched in awe as he flipped up her skirt and tugged her panties down, then before she even had time to react he began firmly slapping her bare bottom. From the first smack Angela was wriggling and squealing, and within seconds both of her cheeks were pink. Mr. Thomas had a tight grip on her, and when she tried to protect her stinging cheeks he quickly pinned her hand behind her back. She tried to wriggle off his lap so he swiftly placed his right leg over hers, pinioning her in place so he could continue the punishment unhindered.

........So here I am, in the headmasters office, watching my best friend get what is presumably the worst spanking of her life, and I know I'm next. The butterflies in my tummy have turned into helicopters, my legs are like jelly and my head is spinning. I don't know whether I'm going to cry or pass out, but I know I won't do the instinctive thing which is to bolt for the door and run like hell. As if sensing my state of anticipation the headmaster turns to look at me.
"This is exactly what you have coming, young lady!" he says.
I shudder at his words, and nod my head submissively.... this is like a wonderful dream come true, I'm going to get a real birthday spanking!!


New arrivals Easter break-part 2

On the Tuesday of the first week, with last night's events still fresh in Powell's mind she awoke early and went to make a hot chocolate. Looking out of the window next to the small cooker she saw a car pull up below. She was intrigued to see that it was driven by a female, very much an oddity in those days. The woman got out of the car and went to the boot and pulled out a small overnight bag, then from seemingly nowhere, Thomas - her tormentor from the previous evening - appeared and made to carry the woman's bag for her. Powell could feel her face flushing at the sight of the younger male, remembering all to well how it was only some nine hours ago that she was bare bottomed across his lap getting the first real spanking of her life. Her fingers shook as she poured out the hot water into her cup, one eye still on the chatting couple below, who was she? His mother perhaps, but she looked to young for that. A teacher, though they seemed too friendly and she too glamorous for that to be the case in such a fuddy-duddy place as this. She watched as they both entered the building directly below.
Powell's curiosity was soon satisfied, as they were having breakfast the woman breezed into the the dining hall. Dressed in a long woolen mustard coloured trench coat, looking the double of Audrey Hepburn in the film Charade.
"Good morning ladies," The mysterious dark haired woman said. "I'm Julia Carpenter, the head of history's wife, and also the school matron. I'm known universally here as just Matron, so to save confusion just address me as such, well at least to my face anyway."
She said this with a beaming confidence that immediately put all the girls at their ease, at last a friendly and more to the point female face.
Putting people at ease was something the thirty two year old matron was good at, her major role in the school was being a sort of mother figure to the younger boys, away from home for the first time, she was the smiling face that they could turn to. To the older boys, she was their big sister always there with a kind word and an arm around their shoulder should they need it. To some she was an object of adolescent crushes, their heads turned by her stunning looks and ready smile. She knew of course how she was perceived by the boys, and carried out all the respective roles to a "T", she saw herself at times as Greer Garson in Goodbye Mr Chips a stabilising influence on the boys stay at Deerfoot. Though first and foremost, she was always a school employee, though lacking in any real medical knowledge apart from basic first aid and commonsense. She was still an important part of the school hierarchy, and all that that entailed. When it came to the good name of the school, and the discipline that was sometimes required for that good name to continue, she was no less strict than any other of the masters. Of course her sympathetic demeanour and rueful smile acted as the proverbial "spoonful of sugar", but the medicine was still just as bitter when the situation warranted it.
To the new girls she had decided the big sister role would be the best avenue to take.
"I will be taking you for a few lessons in decorum over the coming weeks, but I'm sure you are all more interested in the fact that I'm going into town at lunch time and will be making up a shopping list if there is anything that any of you need." Matron said, her eyes twinkling as she took in all eight faces staring up at her from the long dining table.
There then followed a barrage of request from the girls, causing Matron to put her index finger to her lips to shush the girls down.
"One at a time please dears, one at a time!"
The girls calmed down from their initial excitement, then Watts broke the silence.
"What about a bottle of gin Matron?"
"Oh dear, mothers ruin, I don't think so. Anyway it will spoil your wonderful complexion." Matron answered, her face still beaming she continued. "Though the greengrocer does have some wonderful stone bottles of ginger beer, I could get a couple of those for you!"
This caused all the girls including Watts to laugh at the reference to Blyton's Famous Five and the old Greyfriar's Tales, it was not lost on either Matron or the girls that Deerfoot at times felt like it was in a time warp of days gone by.
"Er... em Matron," It was Watts again, struggling at seeing this woman as a matron. "what about ciggies?"
"Good point, Watts isn't it... I've tried to memorise you all from your entry folders but some of the photos are rather grainy?"
Watt's nodded amazed that she had gone to such trouble.
"Good nothing worse than getting someones name wrong is there? Yes I will get ciggies for those who smoke, and on the same subject, I expect you all realise that no male member of staff or pupil for that matter is allowed into your dormitory uninvited. So you have quite a safe little haven for illicit smoking, I on the other hand can call in at anytime and don't expect to catch any rule breaking taking place!"
This statement knocked the smiles off a few faces.
"Though I can safely say that I will not be in the dormitory before eight-thirty in the morning, at lunch times or after eight o'clock on a night time, read that information in anyway that you choose." Matron then gave the girls a large wink. "So I'll leave you to finish your breakfasts and will see you all later to collect your lists and your money."
Matron was good to her word, she collected the notes and did the shopping, she even lent the girls a couple of records to play on the nighttime's, she had indeed become the girl's big sister. By the Friday morning all the girls had gotten used to the routine of boarding school life, even if they were still the only pupils in the rambling school as the boys weren't due back for another ten days. The girls had all taken to this new lifestyle to different degrees, Watts and Powell were the most content in their new environment, for oh such different reasons.
For Powell, it was the rigid routines of the place that she liked. Having a structured day already planned out for her from breakfast time to bedtime, so unlike her chaotic home life. This was in fact the type of education that she had always longed for, she knew it was only going to be taster, and nothing more but she meant to make the very most of every minute there.
Watts' contentment on the other hand was more carnal. She was continuing to see Thomas, little illicit meetings by the cricket pavilion each night, of course he was raw and inexperienced. Their unions were not long symphonies, though he was of that age where many encores were quickly achieved. She enjoyed moulding the eighteen year old into a caring lover, and the fact it broke so many of the rules appealed and excited her all the more.
So on the Friday morning as the other girls went down to breakfast, Powell stayed in the dorm to have her favourite winter breakfast, hot chocolate and biscuits. Powell was one of those annoying people with a very high metabolism, she could eat or drink any kind of high calorific junk and it never showed on her. So after having one cup of chocolate and half a packet of biscuits she saw that she still had time for another drink and a cigarette before classes started at nine fifteen. Sitting on her bed, the radio playing in the background, she brushed her hair with one hand, cigarette in the other daydreaming in her contentment, when she heard a voice booming behind her.
"Powell what on earth do you think you are doing?"
She jumped up almost kicking over her cup of chocolate as she heard Matron's voice. Ashen faced she tried to hide the cigarette by cupping her hand around behind her back. It was a futile gesture.
Matron shook her head sadly as she watched the twenty two year old woman in front of her squirm with guilt. She shook her head again, knowing that she had no choice in what she had to now do.
"I thought I had made it clear to you all that there were certain times that I wouldn't come in here, I thought if anyone needed to smoke outside of those times they would at least have the decency to got to the bathroom. Not allow me to catching them blatantly red handed breaking clearly set rules."
Exasperated by the position that Powell had now put her in Matron sat down on the bed to the right of Powell's. As she sat down Powell could not help but notice Matron's pale blue skirt ride up her thighs, she saw the clear line of pale flesh above her stocking tops, the effect that this sight had upon Powell was both confusing and exciting in equal measures. Powell felt both saddened and shamed by the fact that she had so upset Matron with her rule breaking. Unlike the other night with Thomas, this morning she felt the need to be punished, punished soundly by this beautiful woman in front of her. She longed to go across those thin thighs, her skirt lifted and her bottom bared, for a just and salutary punishment.
"I'm sorry, Powell but you know what this means don't you?" Matron asked, Powell nodded in silence. "Right then let's get this over with as sharp as we can." Matron patted at her lap by way of an invitation to Powell.
Powell's mouth felt as dry as a sandstorm as she lifted up the hem of her black skirt, then her fingers went to waistband of her full cut white knickers, she had tugged them down no lower than the midpoint of her thighs when Matron shouted out.
"Good grief girl what on earth are you doing?"
"I... I thought you were going to er... spank me, Miss." Powell stuttered out, her skirt still pulled up, the triangle of her soft dark brown pubic hair on show.
"Yes I am, but why in heaven do you think I'm going to spank you bare bottomed?"
"Because that's what happened on Monday night... when Thomas caught Watts and me smoking by the tennis courts." The befuddled Powell replied.
Matron was thunderstruck, the very sort of thing that she, and some of the other members of staff had feared could happen, seemingly had already happened, the scandal could ruin the school.
"Are you telling me that Thomas lifted your skirt, then pulled down your knickers to spank you?"
"Well yes, Matron... well no not really he... well...." Powell struggled for the right words.
Matron could see the confusion on the young woman's face, she knew that she needed to know exactly what had gone on with Powell, Watts and Thomas. So she resorted to a tried and tested method of jogging memories. If it worked with eighteen year old six form boys, why not a twenty two year old young woman.
"Put your clothing right, then get across my lap." She ordered Powell, who was more than happy to obey.
Matron then moved Powell slightly upon her lap, her hand feeling her soft buttocks as she jockeyed her into place. Powell gasped as Matron then brought her right hand down firmly across her upturned right buttock. Matron couldn't help but notice the different sensation that her hand felt as it landed. It was the difference between that of a football, to that of feeling an over filled hot water bottle. She was so used to administering punishment to tight taut male bottoms, that the feel of a females - not to mention an adult fully formed female - seemed alien to her.
"I want to know exactly, what was said and what happened. The only person allowed to punish on the bare is the headmaster Dr.Bonham, and then he only does that in extreme circumstances." Matron followed this up with a harsh flurry of slaps, that to Powell seemed to cover all her bottom, and the tops of her thighs in a matter of only a few seconds. Powell realised now that she was in for a pain filled few minutes.
Despite having the clothing to protect her, somehow this slight woman only a few years her senior was already hurting her more than Thomas had on her first night at the school.
Matron's strategy had worked, she had indeed jogged Powell's memory, and now knew the full story. It would seem that Thomas had got caught up in a little game being played out by Watts, and Powell was just an unfortunate bystander who unwittingly dragged in. Matron was furious. Furious at Watts, who she now looked upon as femme fatale. Furious at Thomas, for being so keen to play an adult version of "Schools".
Also furious at Powell for being so naive as to let her self get dragged into their sex play. Unfortunately for Powell, she was the only one of them in the room that Matron could let out her anger upon.
Matron went at Powell's bottom in a way that she had never spanked anyone before, driven on by anger she ignored all of Powell's squirming and squealing. At one point Powell brought back her right hand in a bid to protect her poor bottom, Matron merely grabbed it with her left and brought it up tight against the back of Powell's shoulder, and continued her relentless barrage with her right hand. Even as Powell started to cry she continued to spank her, she continued till Powell's squirming stopped, and she lay across her lap still and sobbing.
Matron then helped the tearful girl to her feet, and said. "You will say not one word about what happened on Monday night, to anyone. Do you understand?"
"Yes... yes... Miss I understand." Powell said between sobs, and she understood all to clearly. She understood that she had been duped.
Deep down in the cellar, John Palmer the school caretaker, stood with his ear tight against a glass tumbler in the boiler room, the tumbler held against a dry air vent. Over the years he had heard many an interesting conversation via the school's old heating system. Never had he heard anything like this though, never anything so exciting as he stood there his eyes tightly closed trying to visualise the scenes being acted out two floors above him. He could feel the throbbing in his trousers as he listened, but most of all he knew that knowledge was power, but how to use this knowledge, that was the problem.

Friday, 29 July 2011

New arrivals Easter break-part 1

Paul decided that it was now indeed time to get up, time to get up and start the day he had been looking forward to for weeks now. Today, was the the day, that for the first time in Deerfoot Boy's School's long history girls were going to be admitted. Well not really girls as such, but young women. The school had been struggling of late, public schools just didn't seem to be in fashion these days what with all the talk of new state schools introducing the revolutionary comprehensive system, much championed by Anthony Crosland the current head of the governments department of education. The fuddy-duddy and almost archaic traditions of old fashioned boarding schools were now looked down upon in many circles. Even Paul's position as head boy, over the years the honour of this post had been diluted as had the power of the prefects. All things were changing even in the privacy of the Public Schools. So in these days of ever shifting sands something radical was called for to boost Deerfoot's ever dwindling income. The radical idea came from Sir Brian Starkey, a Deerfoot old boy and a well known local businessman, he was a man with a finger in many pies and also a member of Deerfoot's board of governors. Sir Brian had noticed an anomaly in his staff at his petro-chemicals unit in Teeside, though the majority of his employees were female, all his supervisory staff and management were male.
Sir Brian always thought of himself as a proactive rather than an reactive thinker, he could see that with ever new rules on sexual discrimination being mooted in the House Of Commons, it would soon come to a point where such an anomaly would be frowned upon, or even legislated against.
So he came up with an idea, he got in contact with other like minded businessmen from around the area, the idea was to fast track some females into management.
He and each other of his like minded friends, would pick out three or four young ladies from their workforce, young ladies that in their opinion would prove to make good members of their respective management teams. The young ladies would then be promoted at an accelerated rate, so as to give the companies at least the look of being forward thinking and non-discriminatory. Sir Brian, never one to miss an opportunity, also saw this as being a way to boost his old school's coffers. He pointed out to his colleagues in this new venture, that all the proposed candidates, would benefit greatly from the camaraderie and discipline that a public school education could provide.
Of course, with girls whose ages would be from eighteen to twenty four, such an education would prove to be impossible to now provide. A workable alternative could be, a six week taste of such a life. Six weeks of intensive lessons, not English or Maths, as all the likely candidates would have had reasonable education and be more than adept in these subjects.
No what Sir Brian envisaged was more teaching of the arts and the classics, perhaps even improving on language skills which could prove valuable in an ever more international market.
Sports and teamwork would feature high upon the agenda, as would discipline as you could not expect someone who is lacking in self discipline in their own life to inspire it in a workforce.
All his colleagues had agreed with Sir Brian that this could prove to be a good springboard to start the girls off on their path to management.
So during the Easter holidays of nineteen sixty six, the first group of eight young women would be attending Deerfoot Boy's School for their six week training and appraisal course.
So what does all this have to do with Paul our eighteen year old head boy?
Paul was asked if he could help the girls settle in, it was decided that a pupil's perspective, could perhaps be good thing in aiding the girls to find their feet. Of course it would mean that he would be giving up his own Easter holidays, but Paul looked upon that as being a sacrifice worth making. He hoped, probably foolishly after reading the conditions of the girls stay, that he could use some of his Head Boy privileges in the disciplining of the girls should they find themselves foul of the schools many rules. Or perhaps even use his position to strike up a little romance. Deep down he felt these to be most unlikely scenarios, but a possible ones, even just as a long shot it had to be worth the gamble of giving up his break. Paul spent the hour after breakfast wandering aimlessly around the school, the girls weren't due till ten and he was to be their one man welcoming committee. He had eight little information packs, containing the school rules and special considerations relating only to the young ladies. One of the moot points, was what the girls would wear when attending the school, the Headmaster was adamant that there should be some sort of dress code. One or two of the employers had ideas about a St. Trinians style of dress, these ideas were never put forward, but they did harbour them, so they welcomed the Heads input upon attire without any argument.
It was decided upon, plain black flat shoes, black knee length skirt and white blouse, another thing the head insisted upon was no makeup.
"I have seen some of the young girls these days, out and about around town all panda eyes and fake lashes," He told the meeting. "I will not have the school looking like a Kabuki theatre." Those around the table nodded in agreement -even the ones who didn't have a clue what Kabuki was - knowing that it would not go down well with the girls, but they had to learn that sacrifices would have to be made by them as they climbed the management ladder. The other thing the Head had insisted upon, was that the girls were made aware that any rule breaking would result in disciplinary sanctions. Again all around the table nodded, one or two wondering/fantasising even what shape these sanctions would take but again no one asked. Of course all the girls who were asked if they would like to join this pre-management training agreed. Agreed to all stipulations reference school rules and dress codes. As with their employers, they wondered about the sanctions. As with their employers, they never enquired. Finally the mini-bus arrived at the main entrance, Paul hung back as the girls got out of the bus and sorted out their bags. After all he didn't want to seem to keen upon meeting their acquaintance, didn't want to look like the excited little puppy that he felt himself to be, no he wanted to seem aloof, to seem cool even.
As he looked, it would seem that all apart from one had either chosen to forgo the dress code, or meant to get changed upon arrival. As they wrestled their bags from the back of the bus, he was treat to view of denim encased bottoms as each girl lent in to retrieve her luggage.
He could not fail to notice that each of the "chosen" employees were all very shapely and pretty, was that another of the criteria used by their respective employers?

As the bus pulled away Paul made his introduction. "Good morning ladies," He said as he approached the new arrivals. "I'm Thomas the head boy and your guide for this morning."

"Morning, Tommy!" A bright eyed willowy brunette said, a large smile on her pale heart shaped face.

"Sorry, it's Thomas not Tommy." Paul said correcting the girl. "It is a school tradition that surnames rather than christian names are used." Paul noticed that a couple of the girls exchanged odd looks with each other at this statement. "Don't worry, all will be explained in the information packs." He added.

"Isn't that confusing if you have more than one person with the same name?" The brunette asked.

"Well no more than people sharing the same first name." He said thinking this one is not backward in coming forward. "I would wager that we may have more than one Joan or Mary here today?"

At that moment it sank in with the girls, that they didn't even know each others names, of course Paul had the advantage of having read their names in advance.

"Er, I'm a Joan." The mouthy brunette said, almost giggling.

Two others nodded, and said they were Joan's too.

"So," Paul said with a beaming smile. "no confusion there then is there?" Having won this argument he gave out the folders, one to each of girls, then said. "If you would like to follow me I'll take you along to your dormitory, you can settle in, and get changed into your... er.. school wear I suppose we should call it, then I'll show you around the buildings and the grounds in say an hours time?"

"Surely we don't have to wear our schoolie things this week, the school isn't even open?" The mouthy brunette asked.

"Perhaps the school as such isn't open, but we have people visiting at all times, even when the main body of the school is closed. It does not reflect well on the establishment if we have a group of denim clad young ladies flouncing around the place."Paul answered tersely. "So yes you are required to wear you schoolie things as you so quaintly put it."

As Paul led the way, the brunette poked out her tongue to his back.

Upon arrival in the dormitory the girls were less than impressed by what they saw to be rather Spartan surroundings, Paul on the other hand saw the room as being almost luxurious compared to the male dorms, nice curtains and a couple of very comfortable looking sofas and a small area for tea/coffee making. For night time entertainment there had been a radiogram and even a small TV provided.

Having left the girls to adjust to their new home, Paul quickly set about memorising their names, the mouthy little brunette was called Joan Watts, a name he knew he would probably get sick of saying over the next two weeks. After exactly one hour, Paul knocked upon the dormitory door and waited to be called in, to his surprise there was no answer, so he knocked again.

"OK no need to get your knickers in a twist!" He heard Watts call out, then she opened the door. "Just who we need to see!" She said as she saw Paul standing in the doorway. "Come on in we are all decent, granted some more than others." She said almost hauling Paul through the doorway.

Dressed the same and washed clean of all their makeup the girls looked so different to Paul, somehow that little bit less intimidating, more controllable, then of course Watts spoke.

"Hey what's with all these rules, no leaving the school premises on a week night, no alcohol allowed on school premises, they are bad enough. No smoking! Now you have got to be joking, what are we supposed to do about ciggies? You can't expect us to just stop."

Paul tried hard to stifle his laughter. "Well you young ladies, will just have to do what the boys here do."

"Oh Yeah and whats that?" The fuming Watts asked.

"Try not to get caught." Paul said, now not even trying to hide his smirk."

"I suppose if we do get caught, we get a smacked bum?" Watts asked annoyed by Paul's obvious amusement at the situation.

"More than likely I would say if it's a prefect or matron who catches you, if it's a teacher and it is reported to the head then it will be a caned bum."

"Prefects smack people?"

"It is at their discretion in certain cases yes." Paul said revelling in this feisty exchange. "Mostly pupils prefer it that way than things being taken higher up the food chain."

"Humpph!" Watts grunted in frustration.

"If you would like to follow me ladies." Paul said as he led his charges odd around the school.

The rest of the day was uneventful, they were shown around all the grounds, had lunch, then shown around the rest of the school buildings. They were taken back to their dorm where Paul announced that they would have to stay "in uniform" till after dinner at eight, then the rest of the evening was their own free time.

"Time to do what though?" Watts asked, but received no reply.
After dinner the girls retired to the dorm, and put the radio on, each one wishing that they had thought to bring some records with them. Watts as always was restless, the smokers in the group had realised that the bathroom at the the end of the dorm was an ideal little hideout. If anyone should happen to come to the dorm, namely Paul Thomas, they would have to knock for the sake of decency, so giving the girls plenty time to flush away the ciggie ends and return to the main dorm.

Somehow though that didn't quite fit in with Watts' reckless nature, if she was going to rule break she wanted the excitement, the thrill of maybe being caught.

"Anyone fancy going for a moonlit stroll, some auntie Mary and a tab or two?" She asked her assembled fellow inmates, that was how she saw herself, an inmate.

"Auntie Mary?" One of the girls asked.

"Tia Maria!" Watts said holding up a sliver hip flask triumphantly.

They all shook their heads, all accept to Watts' surprise Powell who nodded to her.

"I don't drink, but I would like a little walk around." She said almost sheepishly.

Watts made a motion with her head towards the door, and Powell followed her. They made an odd couple as they descended the stairs, Watts back in her figure hugging jeans, Powell still wearing the ad-hoc uniform that she had arrived in. The two of them were polar opposites. Watts, brash and mouthy, Powell quite and almost mousy.

At school, though they had gone to different schools, Watts was always a bit of a bad girl, any trouble and she would somehow be involved in it.

Powell, on the other hand had been the class swat, it was only family commitments that had prevented her from going onto university, they needed the extra wage, so Powell had gone straight to work at one of the local factories when she left school with her six O-levels instead of staying on till the sixth form as all her teachers had told her she should have done. The one thing both girls had in common, well two actually, was that they recognised the opportunity that this course could bring them career wise, and they both liked to smoke.

Paul Thomas was sat in the prefect's lounge alone, sitting on the window ledge cup of coffee in hand, idly wondering what tomorrow might bring. Paul noticed a light across the quadrangle, as the door to the girls stairwell opened, he smiled as he watched the two guilty looking young ladies creep out of the door.

"Bingo, young mister Thomas!" He said to himself as he slipped on his loafers and went to his room next to the prefect's lounge to retrieve his torch. " A hunting we will go!"

The two girls made for the tennis courts, Watts had noticed there was a small hut by the side of the courts an ideal smoking and drinking den she had thought that afternoon.

She would have preferred different company to the goody two shoes Powell, still though all the more Tia Maria for herself, even if it meant listening to more of her wittering on about what a great opportunity this could be for all of them. Watts was more interested in how she could nab the dishy head boy for a bit of non-curricular fun. Having just split up with her boyfriend she was missing male attention.

"You know what I fancy at the moment Powell?" She asked her smoking partner, (the girls had quickly fell into the habit of the surname only rule) after taking a deep draught from her hip flask.

"A warm coat maybe, it's freezing tonight." Powell replied her teeth chattering.

"God no! I could really fancy some cock, that would soon warm us up eh?"

"Er....well I wouldn't know." Powell replied, feeling her face warm in the cold wind as the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"What? Virgo intacto are you, please tell me you are having me on." Watts said as she handed Powell a cigarette.

Before Powell had a chance to reply, they were both bathed in bright torchlight.

"Good evening ladies." Paul Thomas said. "I thought I would go lamping tonight, and look I've caught two delectable bunnies up to no good."

Powell quickly threw her just lit cigarette onto the floor in a vain attempt to try and hide her guilt. Watts just put hers to her mouth and drew deeply on it.

"Ah it's a fair cop guv." She said, lifting the flask to her lips to have one final swig of the warming coffee liqueur.

"You know what this means don't you ladies?" Paul asked stalling for time, not really knowing what he was going to about the two of them.

"Are you going to spank our naughty bottoms, sir?" Watts asked, slowly drawling out and emphasising the last three words.

Paul could hardly believe what he had heard, or more to the point the way it was said, it was a blatant invitation from Watts, though Powell looked mortified upon hearing her words.

"Come with me then girls, a spanking for smoking, and a couple of tickles with the cane for the alcohol." Paul said as he led the two girls to the prefect's lounge.

"I wasn't drinking!" Powell protested.

"It's true, Thomas, she wasn't drinking, just smoking. She is a one vice only girl." Watts said sarcastically.

When they reached the lounge Powell looked to be on the verge of tears already.

"I think we will have Watts over my knee first, then Powell you can take your punishment and go while I see if Watts still finds life so amusing with a four cane weals across her arse."

Both girls nodded, though Powell lacked Watts' enthusiasm for the coming procedure.

Paul pulled a chair clear of the table in the centre of the room and sat down, then beckoned Watts across to him.

To both Paul and Powell's amazement, as Watts approached Paul she started undoing her jeans and pulled them down to her knees.

Then pointing at her pale blue knickers, and winking at Paul she said. "Do these have to come down as well, Sir?"

At a loss for what to say, Paul replied. "Well what do you think girl?"

Watts then slowly lowered her knickers revealing to Paul her thickly haired fanny, Paul could feel his fingers start to tremble as she drew closer to him. As she slowly draped herself across his lap he could feel his manhood start to swell. Paul looked down on the creamy white mounds below him, "Soon add a little colour", he thought to himself as he brought his hand down firmly on her soft pillowy flesh. After a few exploratory slaps he increased the tempo, no particular alternating pattern, just random slaps on each cheek for it was the colour he was interested in, also spanking like this left that element of surprise to the spankee. As the pace increased, Watts became ever more theatrical with her screeching and squirming. These theatrical antics had effect on both Paul and Powell. If Powell had been distraught earlier, at just the idea of being spanked. Seeing now that it was going to be bare bottomed and that it would be her turn soon, brought her close to tears. By the time Watts had started kicking and writhing around the first tears were already tracking down Powell's sheet white face. Watts' antics were having an altogether different effect upon Paul, the closeness of her naked groin to his clothed and now aching groin, her erratic movements against his straining cock, Paul knew he would have to soon curtail her punishment or risk cumming in his pants. So after what was only really a cursory spanking, hardly worthy of being called a punishment, he halted and helped her back to her feet. After all he thought, she still has the cane coming her way.

"Over there please Watts," Paul said pointing to the floor next to Powell. "right then, Powell isn't it? Your turn now."

Powell felt like she was going to be physically sick, as she slowly lifted her knee length skirt high up her waist. Paul looked on in expectation, "would she or wouldn't she", he thought to himself. Then Powell now sobbing at her humiliation, put her fingertips into the waistband of her full cut white knickers and started to pull them down to her knees. Paul was mesmerised as her light brown bush came into view, then she almost threw herself across the younger males lap, in a desperate attempt to get this shameful ordeal over with.

As before, Paul started out slowly but firmly, gathering pace as he went along. He happened to glance across at Watts, who now had a beaming smile on her face, their eyes locked together over the noise of Powell's sobbing. Then Watts slowly ran her tongue invitingly around her lips, and winked again at Paul. This blatant come on from Watts brought Powell's punishment to an early close, Paul wanted some quality time alone with the mouthy Watts, also Powell had been punished at just the thought of the spanking. The shame that she went through would always far outweigh the pain. So Paul abruptly stopped the raining down of his hand, and helped the overwrought girl back to her shaking feet.

"Right pull your knickers up, and get back to your dorm." Paul told her, and she didn't have to be told twice, she scrambled her knickers back up and practically ran out of the room.

"Oh dear," Watts said in pantomime shock. "I'm here alone with a strange boy with my knickers around my knees, what ever will happen next I wonder?"

Paul felt used, he oddly felt that Watts had orchestrated all the previous events for her own amusement and Powell's humiliation. He was a pawn on a chess board to Watts' queen, this was a feeling he didn't like and one he meant to redress.

"You will bend over that desk for four strokes of the cane," Paul said firmly, as he got a cane from a wardrobe style cupboard. "that's what will happen next."

Watts shrugged her shoulders and smiled at him. "Okie-dokie, Sir!" She said as she put her elbows on the table in the centre of the room, pushing out her bottom and swaying it provocatively at the now enraged Paul.

Paul slashed the cane across Watts' still pink bottom cheeks.

She jumped up like a scalded cat as she felt the impact on her naked bottom. "You bastard, that hurt!" She shouted as she span around to glare at him. "I like the odd bit of slap and tickle.... but that really hurt!"

Watts stamped her foot in temper causing the clothing around her knees to slip further down her legs. She bent back over sniffing back a tear. The second stroke was just as painful, but she was better prepared, now clasping at the far side of the table with her fingers rather than merely resting on her elbows, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

"Surely you can think of something else to do.. with me like this," Watts said through gritted teeth. "do I have to spell it out to you that I fancy you?"

This stopped Paul in his tracks just as he was about to deliver the third stinger.

"I know you were turned on as you had me over your lap, you were practically stabbing me in the belly with your cock. Powell probably thought you had a banana in your pocket." Watts said giggling through her tears.

Finally the penny dropped with Paul, he placed the cane on the table next to Watts face, and he started to undo his trousers. Watts sighed in relief, and moved back a little, again resting her upper body on her elbows. Though she didn't know for sure - though she had suspected it - Powell was not the only virgin in the room. Paul's only experience with girls had been a bit clumsy fumbling at the odd party, and now it showed. He tried without success to line himself up with Watts' open and expectant labia, Watts reached back with her right hand to guide him into place. Somewhat to Paul's surprise his cock glided in till his pubic bone was tight against her freshly cane marked bottom, Watts left her hand touching the shaft of his penis with her finger tips whilst he thumb worked at her hard little rosebud. To the surprise of neither of them, Paul came after only a handful of pumping strokes, but Watts didn't mind, the spanking and watching Powell's punishment had primed her well and she had also came just seconds before Paul. Also Watts thought a strapping fit eighteen year old would soon get his breath back for a repeat performance, as with everything else that evening, she was correct.