Sunday, 22 July 2012

The First Red Box

Sitting in the office of J Calder and Associates usually gave Paul Fothergill a feeling of reassurance. Normally sitting in this old looking office gave him a feeling of permanence, but not today.

He remembered coming into this office with his father in the early nineteen seventies when he was only about twelve or so. It had seemed old fashioned even then and to his mind's eye nothing much had changed over the last thirty odd years. In fact if it wasn't for the computer console and the modern phone upon the desk, one would would swear that they had been transported back to the nineteen fifties!

Calder's had always been the Fothergill family solicitors since as far back as anyone could recall.

Fothergill's mill and Calder's office, two historic bastions of Dardale in Lancashire, two old family firms in an ever changing multinational world of commerce.

Today though Paul was finding Calder's as being the cause of feelings of loss and change rather than those of solid permanence. Today Paul was here for the reading of his Uncle George's last will and testament.

He had taken his uncle's death very badly. There is always something more tragic about a death near Christmas time and Paul's uncle had died on the Monday before Christmas. Also Paul's grief had been compounded by the relationship that he and his uncle George had shared. Uncle George had been younger than Paul's father by some thirteen years, so when Paul was born his uncle was only eleven years old.

As Paul grew up he looked upon uncle George more as a big brother than an uncle, and when his uncle married and his wife had the twins Mark and Julia, they both grew up looking upon Paul as an uncle rather than just a cousin.

It was Mark and Julia's position that had Paul puzzled today, he had always thought that all of his uncle's not insubstantial estate would have been divided equally between the twins, with perhaps a small amount of money being left over to Auntie Marsha, uncle George's estranged wife.

Despite their closeness it had never even crossed Paul's mind that he would be mentioned in the will, and in truth it troubled him slightly. As far as Paul was concerned everything should rightly go to the twins and no-one else!

Unlike Paul's father, Uncle George had made his money outside of the family business. The mill was not for him as he had other interests which he had managed to turn into money.

Uncle George was a history buff and a writer, two of his interests that he had managed to turn a handsome financial gain on. He wrote historical text books with a leaning to the social side of history, one of which had been made into a TV series. This was only part of his story though, he also specialised in Victorian Romances, writing some thirty odd novels under five different pen names. None were best sellers but they all did sell and were still selling.

So all in all with his books, his novels, TV rights and a small holding still retained in the mill it made for quite a valuable estate.

As Paul sat alone in the office waiting for the others to arrive, he felt every inch the 'circling vulture'. He had already decided in his own mind that whatever was left to him he was going to give to the twins.

As it turned out Paul needn't have worried, both Mark and Julia were glad to see him, if one can be glad in such circumstances. They both assured him that they did not in any way feel cheated by Paul's inheritance, Mark said to Paul.

"Before the end you know Dad got a little bit finicky about things, he said he wanted everything sorted out and one of the things that he was emphatic about was that you got these three red boxes. He said that you were the only person he knew that would appreciate the contents."

"So what's in them?" Paul asked.

"God only knows," was his younger cousin's reply.

Two week later the boxes arrived, each one was numbered and box number one had a note attached. The note informed Paul that these boxes contained documents that would be of interest to Paul, but he was never to let the family, or anyone else for that matter, know where he had obtained the documents from. The note from his uncle also advised Paul that should he decide to sell any of these documents, he would be wise to sell them sparingly as not to flood the market in one go.

When Paul opened the first box, he saw straight away why his uncle had kept them secret.

They were all historical documents, letters, newspaper clippings and handwritten accounts of the same basic subject, the corporal discipline of young ladies!

One certain item drew Paul's attention straight away, it was a wine coloured ledger. The reason it caught Paul's eye was that he recognised it, or at least recognised the style as being the same as the ones in the archives of the old cotton mill. Only this was not an order book, on the cover of the book was written "Disciplinary Record - June 1880 to August 1886."

As Paul read through this tome an idea sprang to his mind, statistically speaking there must be at least one or two members of his staff that shared his and his late uncle's interest in spanking. Of course it was not something that could be just casually brought up in conversation, but this book could act as an ice breaker. If he took it into work as just an odd curio that he had come across mixed in with the old sales and order ledgers, it would be like an angler scattering bread on the water to see if the fish would bite.

The second week of March two thousand and nine, three weeks after Paul had made the 'curio' known to the staff (and had been at least browsed through by most of his staff), Jennie Stapleton, his head of IT, came back from her holiday in Playas de Las Americas. As she entered her office she was greeted by John, her assistant, with, ""Mr. Fothergill said he needs to see you as soon as you get in Jennie."

"Really!" Jennie replied, with a little too much excitement in her voice. "I'll get along there right now."

Before John could warn her, Jennie turned heel and left excitedly to see Paul Fothergill. She was more than a little thrilled that her boss needed to see her so urgently, perhaps he was going to take on some of her ideas about expanding her department?

The look on Paul's face when she entered his office knocked the wind out of her sails a little.

"Jennifer take a seat please," Paul said, his heart softening as he saw his pretty blond IT manager, her post-holiday tan bringing out the blueness of her eyes. "We have a bit of a problem, I'm having to pay all the shop floor overtime to get this weeks orders out."

Jennifer nodded, a vacant smile on her face as she tried to work out what the problem was if business was that good that they had to do overtime to get the orders out?

"You see last week I had all the shop floor workers painting floors and doing early spring cleaning." As Paul said this he couldn't help but wonder if Jennifer's tan had any white bits.

"I'm sorry Paul, I'm still not with you here," Jennifer said unsure of where this conversation was leading and how it could involve her.

"Well it would seem there is a problem with that ordering software that you put into action last year, so last week we had no material to do any work, no cloth arrived from any suppliers."

Now Jennifer was really concerned, she started to wonder if she was somehow being set up to take the fall for someones cock up.

"The just in time system can't be at fault, it must have been a mistake with the ordering department!"

"I'm sorry Jennifer, we checked, all orders had been keyed in correctly and on time," Paul said, a note of sadness in his voice. "John seems to have worked out what the problem was, can you think of anything special about last year?"

"Er... no not really... I can't work out... oh shit!" Jennifer exclaimed. "Last year was a leap year!"

"Yeah that would seem to be the problem, you told the computer to issue the email orders on the twenty ninth of February, which was fine last year... but..." before Paul could finish his sentence Jennifer burst out in tears.

"So... so that's it then," Jennifer said between sobs. "I'm getting finished... I'm sorry sir... but I understand your position..."

It had never even crossed Paul's mind to sack Jennifer, sure he was going to give her a good telling off and make her redesign the program, but nothing more than that, but ever the one to grab an opportunity when it arose Paul said, making sure that there was an element of despair in his voice, "I know, it's so unfair in many ways the way the world is today, you know that back in my great, great, granddad's days such things would have been dealt with so differently but that is political correctness for you!"

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, her blue eyes now shiny with tears.

"Well you must have seen, or at least heard about that silly book that I found?"

"Er... the punishment thingie?"

Paul smiled at Jennifer's description of his family heirloom.

"Yes that's right, it would have been a few taps with the cane and then all forgotten about, it's a shame those days are gone now."

"So you would rather cane me than sack me?" As she said those words she felt an odd little skip deep in the pit of her tummy.

"Would that we could but..." Paul said as he lent over the desk and handed Jennifer a box of tissues. "It's just not done and it's probably illegal!"

"Not if it is at my request," Jennifer said clutching at straws. "If it is on my suggestion surely then it would be OK?"

Paul made a big act of thinking her suggestion through, even to the point of resting his head in his hands and rubbing at his forehead in concentration, finally he nodded to the girl opposite him.

"Lunchtime today I would like you to get a collection of bamboo canes from the local DIY centre, get a few of varying thickness and we can see how we go from there."

"Thank you Sir, you won't regret this!" With that the now strangely elated Jennifer left the office.

After Jennifer left, Paul wondered at what point it was that Jennifer had decided to refer to him as Sir? Not that it mattered greatly, but it did seem slightly odd as did her eagerness to taste the cane!

That lunchtime Jennifer felt so embarrassed as she did her DIY shopping, she felt that everyone in the store new exactly why and for what purpose she was buying the canes for. Then she had the added distress of of feeling each cane as she picked them, knowing that the next time she felt them on her hands it would be in such different circumstances.

When she got back to work it was no better, she was sure all her colleagues knew what was in the black bin liner that she was clutching so tightly, clutching to stop the rods from rattling.

Paul opened up the bag like a kid at Christmas, Jennifer had did exactly as requested there in front of him was eight canes, all in differing length and thickness.

"Well done Jennifer, I'll take these home tonight and have a few practice swishes on a pillow so I get it just right for tomorrow night, after all we don't want to cause any permanent damage to your bottom do we?"

"BOTTOM!" Jennifer said in disbelief. "I thought the cane was given on the hands?"

"No... no... in the book it is stated that it is to be delivered to the bared lower back, and that is Victorian politeness for the bottom... the bared bottom," Paul pointed out matter of factly. Here was the point he thought to himself that his prey may bolt, but she didn't.

Instead of storming out of his office Jennifer just nodded in wide eyed silence.

The appointment for Jennifer's caning was six o'clock the following night. For both Paul and Jennifer the clock seemed to be playing tricks upon them. For all that it seemed that the day was dragging, the appointment also seemed to come around so quickly.

As Jennifer made her way to Paul's office she wondered about some of the choices she had made this morning. She had decided to wear trousers instead of a skirt or a dress, she reasoned that lowering her trousers was a little more ladylike than having to lift her skirt. Her underwear was another dilemma, she had toyed with the idea of wearing a thong, as then her buttocks would already be bared but she also felt that a thong would make her look a little slutty. So she had chosen a pretty pair of full cut pale blue knickers with a rose motif, if Paul was going to see her knickers he might as well see a pretty pair, but then he was going to be seeing a lot more than just her knickers and that thought both excited and scared her in almost equal measure.

With shaking hands she knocked upon Paul's door.

"Please come in Jennifer, I'm glad you haven't changed your mind," Paul said as he opened the door. "As you can see I've put a little cushion on my desk, that should make you slightly more comfortable and it also helps to raise your bum up... you know make the target area more prominent?"

"Thank you Sir," Jennifer said sincerely.

"As you know this cock up has caused a lot of problems and cost the firm a substantial amount of money." As Paul was talking Jennifer was nodding in red-faced agreement. "So any punishment has to be a firm one, I propose eight strokes followed by a quarter of an hour or so for you to reflect upon things and to compose yourself, then if you're of a mind to we could go for a drink to show that there are no hard feelings between us and that the slate is wiped clean?"

"Oh... yes Sir, I think I would like that... you know the drink I mean."

"Right shall we begin, as I said this will be a bare bottomed caning so if you would like to arrange yourself over the the desk."

"So this is it, this is really going to happen?" Jennifer thought to herself as she undid her trousers. As Jennifer's shaking fingers struggled with her trousers, Paul picked up his chosen cane and thought to himself, "My god she is really going through with this!"

Now with her trousers undone and her back to Paul Jennifer slowly lowered them. She could have pulled down both her trousers and knickers in one go, but that would have negated the fact that she had picked this particular pair for Paul's delectation. Once her trousers were at her ankles Jennifer turned to Paul and coyly motioned at her panties, as if to ask if she could keep them up. Paul shook his head and her knickers joined her trousers at her ankles and Jennifer's white bits were now under his gaze as she bent across his desk.

The first stroke took Jennifer by surprise, it wasn't so much the pain, it was the concentration of the pain that shocked her, a blazing line that seemed to halve her bottom. Then as the pain subsided it also seemed to spread. It was a strange paradox, the line she first felt seemed to ease off but the area around it seemed to heat up.

The second stroke was not so shocking and it followed the same pattern as Paul allowed enough time between each stroke to permit each one to be savoured to the full.

Of course Jennifer did not know, but did suspect, that between each stroke Paul was making sure that he was getting a good eyeful of Jennifer's naked charms. She was not the only one savouring things this evening.

By the fifth stroke Jennifer felt like her whole bottom was ablaze, she did not cry out for him to stop or for any mercy, she had decided that she was going to be stiff lipped about what after all was once a regular schoolgirl correction. She was determined that at twenty five she would show Paul that she was no silly little girl. Despite her determination though, her eyes were now clouded with tears but she was not going to cry out loud, of that she was sure.

Sure enough she was right, even as the final stroke whistled down onto her now not so white bits all it elicited was a guttural gasp of relief.

Paul was well impressed by her stoicism. As he asked her to stand Jennifer turned to face him and thanked him for his kindness. She stood in front of him, her hands trying to rub the pain out from her behind, seemingly oblivious to the view of her closely shaven pussy she was now offering.

"Right Jennifer if you are quite finished massaging your bum I think we can make do with only ten minutes of you in that corner facing the wall... no there is no need for you to pull up your clothing, this will be bare bottomed reflection!"

Jennifer didn't argue, she just went over to the corner and concentrated on the wallpaper. She heard Paul moving his chair and sitting down, then she heard him turning pages in a book.

The book Paul was reading was a punishment book from a college for young ladies dated nineteen twelve. It was OK, but not as good as the mill book. As he read through it there were parts of it that he could see that his uncle hadn't thought out properly, also a few sections that were clearly written in ball point!

No this was not one of Uncle George's better fakes.

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

McCluskey's Shop - pt1

 (Though this is a standalone story, it does follow on from the events and characters in the story the Posh School)


As John Harvey explained the afternoon's preceding events to Moira Mason, she looked at the the two shame-faced girls. As she saw their faces redden she decided not to ask Mr.Harvey of the details of the girls punishments, to try and save them both from further embarrassment.

"Mrs. Mason, Mr. McCluskey agreed with me - at the girls behest I hasten to add - that a good bottom tanning would be more fitting than calling in the police to sort it all out, also the girls will be helping out at Mr. McCluskey's shop over the next few days as recompense for his lost oars," John Harvey said summing up the situation.

"Well thank you for fetching the girls back safe and sound," Moira said trying to hide her disgust at the man. "and I'll make sure the girls have an early night tonight, and be ready bright and early for the shop opening,"

As Moira was still speaking she was trying to shepherd John Harvey towards her front door. John Harvey realised that for all of Moira Mason's apparent politeness he was persona non grata in her house.

"That's the main thing of course, both the girls are OK after their unplanned dip in the loch, so I will bid you all good evening," John Harvey said, forcing an unsure smile to Moira Mason as he left the house.

Moira Mason closed and locked the door behind him. She closed her eyes, her head shaking she let out a loud sigh, before turning to face the girls.

"Auntie Moira, I'm so sorry!" Sandra said almost on the verge of tears,"We weren't trying to steal the boat, we only wanted to borrow it for an hour or so... then the tide went all funny... the wind came up just as Jules was moving to help me row...then it tipped....and your basket it......"

Then Sandra broke into floods of tears. Julia put her arm around her friend trying to console her, but then she also burst out crying as she  recalled the day's events.

"Will you two stop your greeting!" Moira Mason shouted out, "First of all it would be obvious to any fool that you weren't trying to steal the boat, and as for the picnic basket that's neither here nor there."

The shock of Moira's raised voice caused both girls to calm down, the two of them sniffing back tears as they looked at their host.

"I don't suppose it crossed MR. Hoity Toity's mind to give you anything to eat in all that time he had you trapped up at that school?"

"He did give us some tea, and under the circumstances was quite pleasant with us," Julia said quickly jumping to Mr. Harvey's defence.

"Yes I'm sure he had a very pleasant time as well, with his surprise catch in the loch." Moira replied tersely, then seeing both girls blush deeply she added, "Let's not mention that any more eh? I'll get on and make you both some supper, while you sort out some suitable clothes for working in the shop tomorrow, because I know for a fact that Mrs. McCluskey won't let you work dressed like that."

Sandra smiled and nodded, as she recalled the old battle axe in the shop from her previous visits.

"Thanks auntie Moira." Sandra said. "You know we are both really......"

"Sorry! yes I know, now get along the two of you," Moira said laughing.

The girls went to their room and pulled out all the clothes from their cases. After about a quarter of an hour they had decided on what to wear, as luck would have it they both had matching green Fred Perry v-neck jumpers. Both girls also had a pair of black trousers, so with the jumpers, trousers and a plain white t-shirt under the jumpers, the girls seemed to be wearing an ad hoc uniform of sorts as they looked into the full length mirror on the back of the wardrobe door.

"So do you know this McCluskey guy then?" Julia asked her friend.

"No. I can't recall a Mr. McCluskey, every time I was ever in the shop it was always Mrs. McCluskey behind the counter and a right grumpy cow she is!"

Julia rolled her eyes skywards, this was not turning out to be the relaxing little holiday that she had hoped for. Both girls then got changed for bed before going back down for their suppers as tomorrow promised to be an early start and a very long day.

The next morning Sandra and Julia stood outside of the village general dealers, both were yawning as neither of the girls were used to rising at six in the morning. They both sighed in unison as the shop lights switched on, as they knew that now would be the moment that they would meet the man who's boat they had either borrowed, or stolen depending upon your viewpoint.
As the door opened Sandra's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Hello Sandra." said the grinning dark haired young man, "My how you have grown!"

"Hello Bimbo." Sandra replied and Julia noticed her friends face flushing.

"Aren't you going to introduce us Sand?" Julia asked, amused at her friend's obvious discomfort.

"Er....yeah sure...this is Bimbo...I mean Alex....he's the shopkeeper's son..."

"Tut-tut you are behind the times." Alex said shaking his head as he continued grinning, "I'm the shop owner now, my mother passed the business on to me. She's still here everyday though keeping her hand in, so having you two helping out means that she can have a couple of days off so it's worked out handy you losing my oars for me."

Julia was enjoying Sandra's embarrassment, she could see her friend's face getting redder and redder as Alex spoke of the previous days events.

"So they are here then?" a female voice boomed out from the back of the shop.

"Yes Ma, the girls are here bright an early just like Mr. Harvey said they would be!" Alex shook his head and rolled his eyes as he smiled at Sandra and Julia.

"Well make sure you get a good days graft out of them," the voice shouted back, "and if they give you any lip skelp their arses!"

Julia was not at all sure what "skelp their arses" meant but she could wager a good guess at it's meaning!

"I'm sure that won't be necessary Ma, now you just get yourself off to Auntie Mae's and have a nice couple of days rest!"

"OK laddie I'm going now make sure they keep their thieving little hands away from the till." with that parting shot the three of them heard a door closing somewhere towards the back of the shop.

"Sorry about that Sandra. Ma just seems to be getting more and more niggly as she gets older." Alex said genuinely.

"Oh forget about it, we probably deserve it after yesterday, you do know we only meant to borrow the boat don't you?" Sandra's voice was now an almost pleading tone which was not lost on Julia.

Once the girls got into the shop Alex showed them around and asked them to put out the daily papers, pointing out that each paper had a labelled up position on the shelves and he then went off to the back kitchen to make them all a coffee.

"So what is all this Bimbo stuff then?" Julia asked in a loud whisper.

"It's just what he used to get called.....you know a nickname," Sandra replied trying to make light of it.

"Why Bimbo? It's not like it's short for Alex or McCluskey?"

"It's from Circus Boy." Sandra said sharply, but she could tell by the look on Julia's face that she wasn't going to get away with that meagre explanation, "You do you remember Circus Boy?"

"Vaguely....." Julia replied.

"Well the elephant was called Bimbo...."

"Yeah....and...." Julia coaxed still not happy with Sandra's explanation.

"Apparently.....and I don't know this for sure....Alex has a very big cock," now Sandra's face was burning as she tried to pick out the right words, "and when he was at school he used to do an elephant impression...."

"Oh....and how did he do that?" Julia had more or less guessed but was enjoying her friend's continued embarrassment too much to let it go.

"He used to pull out his pockets for the elephant's ears.....and you know....."

"So elephant had a big trunk then.....I bet he couldn't pick up bread buns with it though...." now Julia was in fits of laughter.

"For fucks sake I don't know....it was just what the others told me.....I never saw it myself he was like about four years older then me, I don't think he even noticed I was around." Julia could hear the temper and bitterness in Sandra's voice, all the tell tale signs of an unrequited love so Julia decided to lay off her a bit, for now anyway.

The day progressed quite well for Sandra and Julia, they both found themselves quite enjoying themselves working in the shop. Alex told all the customers that the girls were just helping out so that his mother could have a break. Alex had made it clear to both girls that only he, his mother, Mr. Harvey and Sandra's aunt Moira would ever know of the true reason for the girls being there.
Julia also noticed that Sandra may have been right about Alex not taking much notice of her when she was younger, but he certainly was taking notice of her now. Julia saw Alex having quite a few long lingering looks at Sandra, also she could see that he was very much a "bottom man", his eyes always focusing on Sandra's denim encased behind at every given chance.

Julia also knew that Sandra was to shy to flirt, so she flirted by proxy for her. Julia spent most of the morning whistling the tune of Nellie The Elephant, and dropping blockbuster size hints about how Sandra would love to go to see Blazing Saddles that was showing in Fort William.

Then about three o'clock in the afternoon disaster struck, well not so much a disaster but a minor drama, the village was hit by a power cut.

"Well that's great!" Alex sighed, "I was hoping to sort out the stockroom while you two watched the store, that's that idea out the window now."

"The electric shouldn't be off for to long." Sandra said trying to cheer Alex up.

"Long enough, I've got a big delivery to take up to Mr. Harvey at the school as soon as we close,"

"I could do the delivery!" Julia said her voice giving away her keenness to return to the school and to Mr. Harvey.

"Can you drive?" Alex asked.

"Better than I can row a boat." Julia said giving Alex a cheeky wink.

Alex took a few seconds thinking over Julia's offer, then he explained that Mr. Harvey was expecting the delivery at around six o'clock.

"That's no problem you can call it overtime." Julia said.

Alex nodded then asked if Sandra would like to help him out in the stockroom if the electric was back on when Julia was delivering the order.

"Yeah no problem it's the least we can do." Sandra said her eyes shining at the thought of being alone with "Bimbo".

"What about your auntie, she will be expecting you both back when the shop closes?"

"It's no problem." Sandra quickly said, "Auntie Moira is working late tonight then going out for an hour or two so she won't be home till about half nine or ten o'clock."

"OK girls you have a deal," Alex said then added, "as a matter of fact to show you my appreciation of your work today, I'll take you both down to the Sheriff's for chicken in a basket!"

The rest of the afternoon both girls were preoccupied by their thoughts. Sandra at finally getting to be alone with her childhood crush, Julia the thought of meeting the enigmatic Mr. Harvey again. Sure enough the electric did come back on at about four o'clock, Alex loaded up his little delivery van for Julia to take to the school at six o'clock, then he also seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, for all three of them six o'clock could not come quick enough. 
Once six o'clock did come around Alex quickly locked the front door of the shop and with obscene haste he then dispatched Julia upon her way to the school.
Sandra received quite a shock as she followed him down into the "stockroom" Rather than a pokey cupboard type of room that she was half expecting, he led her into a cavernous cellar. The cellar was packed full of all kinds of goods, boxes of fireworks, Christmas decorations, toys and of course boxes upon boxes of tinned consumables.

"God where do we begin here!" Sandra asked shocked by the amount of stock that needed to be counted and sorted.

"With the tinned stuff I suppose." Alex replied with a half hearted shrug of his shoulders.

As the two of them worked their way through writing down the amounts of the various canned goods, Alex suddenly spoke.

"So do you think that all this is fair?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well what happened yesterday to you two and then having to work here for no pay?"

"Yeah I suppose so....we did sort of deserve it..." as Sandra replied she felt her tummy doing somersaults as she recalled the time they had spent with Mr. Harvey at the school.

"So you think that a spanking is a fair punishment for stealing?"

"Well we weren't stealing we were borrowing......but yeah I suppose in some circumstances...if it's just something minor....." her voice trailed off as she wondered where this could be leading, unlike yesterday though she found the conversation mildly exciting.

"Mmmmh....it's just that I know for a fact that this isn't the first stocktaking that you have done in this shop." Alex said with a smug grin on his face.

"Uh?"

"A few months ago I was talking to Isla Taylor, she was telling me about when she fourteen or so the game her and all of her mates used to play." Alex watched closely for a reaction on Sandra's face, but she only looked confused so he added, "It was a game of dares, to see who could nick the most sweets from the shop when my Ma's back was turned!"

This had the effect that he was looking for, Sandra's eyes widened and her face reddened as she now knew what he was referring to.

"Yeah Isla told me who used to play the game with her, mostly girls from the village but also that English girl who used to come up and stay with her aunt in the school holidays."

Sandra swallowed hard, wondering if Alex meant to spank her now for something that happened almost four years ago, the odd thing was she half wished that he would, this all felt worlds apart from yesterday's pain and humiliation.

"So as you seem to think that spanking is a just and fair punishment for pilfering Maybe I should follow me Ma's advice and give your arse a good skelping, do you no agree?"

The thought of going over Alex's knee, his hand punishing then perhaps later caressing her bottom was to much for Sandra she couldn't put those thoughts into words so she just nodded.
Alex then pulled out a chair from somewhere in the chaos of the rear part of the storeroom, placing in the centre of the clear floorspace he than sat down.

"Mind you those thick trousers will have to go, after all we want you to feel this don't we?" again in silence Sandra nodded as she kicked off her shoes. 

As she struggled with the four tiny buttons on her high waistband trousers, she thought to herself that she was going to be getting a second spanking this week at the age of nineteen, thus doubling the amount that she had received since becoming a teenager!
As she lowered her trousers she could feel Alex's eyes burning into her.

"Be best if you take them off altogether!" Alex suggested, kicking of her slip on shoes Sandra complied.

So there she was barefoot and trouserless, the cold stone floor acting as a reminder of her state of undress.

"You really have grown haven't you? Proper womanly hips and everything."

Sandra wondered whether to thank Alex for the compliment, she was just about to speak when Alex rose up from his chair and stepped towards her.

"I can't help but wonder how else you have grown." he said as his hands went to the bottom of her jumper.

As Alex lifted the hems of both her jumper and the t-shirt below, Sandra automatically lifted her arms to aid him removing them. Now Sandra did feel rather foolish, standing there in only her underwear whilst Alex was still fully clothed. Her feelings of embarrassment were compounded by the fact that wasn't wearing matching underwear as she normally did, today she was wearing black knickers and a white bra, not that Alex seemed to mind that much as he drank in every curve and swell of her body.

"So did Mr. Harvey spank you over your knickers?"

Sandra shook her head.

"No he couldn't.....we weren't wearing any....we had to strip out of all of our wet clothes...." last night when Sandra thought about that in bed it had caused a tear to run down her cheek. Now  though the memory and saying it back to Alex filled her with an odd exhilaration!

"A well if it's good enough for up at the posh school," Alex said his fingers going to the waist band of Sandra's knickers, "it's good enough for down in the village."

Sandra didn't call out or complain as he knelt in front of her and tugged down the thin cotton material of her knickers, in fact when they reached her ankles she stepped out of them. Alex then caught her off guard as he moved his face forward and gave her light covering of pubic hair a gentle little kiss and whispered.

"See you again later little cat."

Then taking Sandra gently by the hand he led her over to the chair. In a movement of deft swiftness he sat down and hauled her over his lap. No sooner had she got across his knees than the first slaps started raining down upon her.

"Do you know I can still see the marks that Mr. Harvey gave you," Alex said almost conversationally as Sandra squirmed around trying to avoid his blows, "he must have given you a really good leathering?"

"Aaah... ow....four strokes....aah....with a leather belt thingie...ow...ow..." Sandra tried to answer between his hail of slaps, "ow...ow..but he did it really hard....aah,"

Alex unbeknown to Sandra was almost laughing as he continued with her play punishment He had no intention of really hurting her, all he wanted to do was pink up her skin a bit, give her arse a little warming glow and warm it he did.
For all of her protestations Sandra was enjoying it also. It was so unlike yesterday, this was more of a game, albeit a highly sexually charged game!
She knew that "the game" and all of her squirming was having an effect up on Alex, she could feel the effect digging into her naked belly!

Once Sandra's bottom had reached a warm pinkie hue Alex ceased spanking and instead gave Sandra at least some of the caresses that she had been hoping for. His hand skimmed gently over her warm bottom cheeks, then his fingers trailed lightly down the cleft of her bottom causing her to gasp out loud.

"Can't we go somewhere a bit more comfortable Bimbo?" hearing that question Alex helped Sandra up to her feet, he then led her still naked apart from her white bra back up the stairs and through the now darkened shop to his bedroom at the rear of the building.

As he stripped of his clothes Sandra thought that he looked like some caricature of a sexually excited male, his unfeasibly large rolling pin like cock pointing towards the ceiling as he pulled on a condom and then laid back upon the bed. Carefully Sandra got astride of him and slowly impaled herself on his legendary trunk, staring down into his deep blue eyes as she  rode him towards orgasm. The sex was short lived, not that it mattered as both were so fired up that Sandra's orgasm was soon met with Alex's!

Meanwhile up at the school........


                                                             T.B.C.


Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Smoking Monkeys And Spanish Gold

Marie Lewis was the oldest pupil at  St. Olga's School For Girls. Marie was the eldest by quite a clear margin due to the fact that during her fifth year she had contracted a very bad case of glandular fever that had kept her off school for almost four months.
After a long discussion with both Marie and her parents, it was decided by the headmistress that rather than taking her O levels and running the real risk of failing each subject, it would be wiser for her to redo her whole fifth form. So Marie repeated the year in classes with her juniors though socially she was classed as a sixth former. So when it came to doing her A levels again she was with pupils a year her junior, so now in upper six Marie was almost nineteen years of age with her birthday falling in early September.

Despite her age though Marie was sitting in the dining room for the second time this week on an after school detention. Though today she looked a lot different to how she looked on Tuesday night. Of all her clothing that she had worn on Tuesday only the red V-neck jumper was the same, as she really did not wish to give Miss Jane Morley any excuse for criticism or for further punishments.
Gone was the short black skirt from Tuesday now replaced by a knee length charcoal grey skirt.
Gone were her dark tights, now she was sporting a pair of white ankle socks.
Gone was her ivory blouse, tonight she was wearing a crisp white shirt and the school green and red tie.
Her fashionable shoes had now made way for an old pair of flat black ones.
She had even went to the extent of digging out a pair of plain white cotton knickers should Miss Morley decide to give her a full uniform inspection, something totally unheard of in the sixth form but this was Miss Morley and Marie had really upset her!

Marie looked up quickly as she heard a door open, it wasn't the door from the teachers and admin area though, it was only the door from the assembly hall. In walked three girls from the lower school, their green jumpers giving away their lowly rank in the school's pecking order. The three young teens looked at Marie and her state of dress in amazement, as no sixth formers ever really wore their full uniform.

"Looks as if someone is in trouble tonight girls!", one of the young teens said, the other two sniggered at her comment, Marie just hung her head as she pondered as to just how much trouble she may be in.

Marie was right to be worried, Miss Morley was quickly gaining a reputation as being one of the strictest teachers in the school, a woman who was justifiably feared by all the lower school!
That though was only half the problem, at twenty four Miss Morley was the youngest teacher at the school. Also she was from the same village as Marie, where she still lived at her parents home above the local newsagents, and she was also Marie's elder sister Gaynor's best friend.
Jane Morley and Gaynor had known each other since they were about six, they both went to the same schools, including St Olga's, and were practically inseparable all through their childhood and teens. Even now, boyfriends notwithstanding they were as close as ever. When they reached their latter teens they both babysat  Marie if her parents went out on an evening. Then as Marie reached her teens she would go out with them to concerts etc., at Marie's eighteenth birthday party it was Jane and Gaynor that more or less carried her home!

It was this social closeness that was the cause of both of Marie's detentions, it was the very fact that they were both going to the City Hall tonight that had led to her being in this position.
On the Monday lunchtime, Miss Morley had ventured into the sixth form block to see Marie about what time the mini bus would be leaving tonight, she couldn't find her in the common room but was directed to the toilets. As she entered the toilets, Marie and another girl called Susan were having a cigarette, Susan had the good sense to immediately throw her cigarette into the toilet bowl. Marie though just continued smoking, which Miss Morley saw rightly as a distinct lack of respect, so instead of talking about concert buses she said.

"Lewis what on earth do you think you are doing?"

"Well I'm just having a quick ciggy, Ja..  Miss Morley," her smile fading as she saw the look upon Miss Morley's face.

"Has there been a sudden change in rules that I'm not aware of, Lewis?"

"Er....no, Miss...but you know everyone turns a blind eye for sixth formers...."

"Hard to turn a blind eye when it is so blatant," Miss Morley said shaking her head, she knew she would have to take some kind of action to save face, or word would get out about her being soft on her friend's sister, "an hours detention tomorrow night in the dining room,"

With that Miss Morley left the stunned Marie standing red faced, cigarette still in her hand.
St. Olga's held a policy regarding after school detentions, they were always served on the school day after they were awarded, this gave the pupil time to let their parents know that they would be home later than usual. In Marie's case though all it did was gave her an extra day to stew upon the unfairness of her punishment.
So by three forty five on the Tuesday when Marie entered the dining room she was incandescent with rage at her supposed friend.
Another policy that the school held was that the detention was not to be used merely for the pupils to complete their homework. Some of the teachers would just make the girls sit in total silence for the hour's duration, others though would give their charges tasks to do, lines or perhaps an essay. The reasoning for this being that teenagers daydream enough without it being actively encouraged in detention.
Miss Morley was one of that persuasion that teens daydreamed to much, she also did not like the metronomic repetition of lines, she always chose an essay unlike most of the other staff members though she would actually read the essay after it was handed in. So when she entered the dining room and saw the annoyed looking Marie, she merely handed her four foolscap lined sheets and said.

"Right, Lewis, I would like five hundred words on your views about school children smoking," she deliberately emphasised the word children in the sentence.

Glaring as she took the paper Marie nodded silently, then she watched as Miss Morley went to take a seat at one of the top tables reserved for the teaching staff and pulled out a load of exercise books from her bag and set about marking them.

"I'll give you five hundred words on smoking all right you bitch!" Marie muttered under her breath.

Marie then set about madly scribbling her ideas down, but stopping every so often to make sure of her word count, she wanted to get her point across, but did not want to give Miss Morley the satisfaction of getting more than her due quota of words!
After about half an hour Marie had finished her assignment, so she spent the next half hour trying to annoy Miss Morley. Tapping her teeth with her pen, drumming her finger nails on the table clicking her high heels upon the wooden floor. All these little distractions echoed nicely in the empty room much to Marie's satisfaction.
Then when four forty five finally arrived Marie stood up, picked up her bag and marched to Miss Morley's table.

"Here is your essay, Miss!" Marie almost spat out as she threw the sheets down on the table and stormed out of the school through the teachers entrance at the back of the dining hall. 

The following morning as Marie was having a history lesson on the ramifications of the treaty of Versailles, there was a knock upon the classroom door and a rather nervous looking first or second former entered the room.

"Yes dear how can I help you?" asked Miss Morgan.

"Er...please, Miss, Miss Morley needs to see Marie Lewis in the teacher's staffroom," the girl said in obvious awe at being in the sixth form block.

"Now?"

"Yes Miss.....she told me to tell you it was a matter of some importance,"

"Well, Marie, you heard the girl....off you go!"

Marie could feel her self blush, as all eyes in the room were now focused upon her.
Reaching the staffroom she knocked and waited, not even upper six pupils could get away with just walking into the inner sanctum of the staff block.
Miss Morley answered the door.

"Please come in, Lewis we seem to have a little problem," Miss Morley said as she held open for door for Marie to enter.

Now Marie was starting to feel a little edgy as she saw last night's essay in Miss Morley's hand.

"Here, Lewis," Miss Morley said handing the essay over, "have yourself a little read and you will see where our, or should I say your problem lies!"

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                                                     Smoking Monkeys And Spanish Gold

So here I am in the school dining room being held back for an hours detention, a young adult of almost nineteen years of age kept back for detention.
What was my heinous crime to put me in this situation?
Smoking on school premises.
OK I accept the fact that it is strictly speaking against the school rules, surely though as I was smoking in the six form block toilets, well away from the inquisitive eyes of the lower school some leeway should have been and normally is given by most of the teaching staff? 
After all a person of my age is old enough to vote, to marry, to drink alcohol, and to serve and to die for the country in the armed forces, but not allowed to have a lunchtime cigarette.
Does this not seem somewhat wrong?
Then we come to how these cigarettes were purchased in the first place. Did it involve some kind of black market illegal wheeling and dealing?
No it involved me going into the local shop and handing over some of my hard earned cash to the lady behind the counter. I did say hard earned cash as I work Saturdays to finance my seemingly, at least in the eyes of some members of this school's staff, illegal habit.
As I stand in the newsagents what do I see around me?
I see all the paraphernalia of smoking adapted for a child's usage.
On one stand holding children's toys I see smoking monkeys, in amongst the sweeties I see Spanish Gold candy tobacco.
It does not end there though, under the glass counterpane we have chocolate cigars, chocolate lighters and of course candy cigarettes complete with coupons to collect. Unlike real cigarettes these coupons cannot be collected for purchasing household goods, they are only cards for collecting and swapping in the school play yards of England.

So surely it is these shopkeepers and not myself who is setting the bad example to our youth?
These shopkeepers and confectioners not only passively promoting smoking, they are making it to be an aspirational choice. Why would they do that? Why would they promote an unhealthy activity and encourage it upon our youth?
Could it be the fact that young children spend all their pocket money on sweets, when they reach their teens however a lesser ratio of their allowance is spent on sweets, then in adulthood even less again. The very shops that sell these sweets also sell cigarettes, is this just a coincidence? Or is it a deliberate plan to encourage smoking and in so doing keeping the till bells ringing!

Most early mornings in our local shop you will see second and third formers dressed in full school uniform buying cigarettes plainly not purchasing them for their parents. In my mind this is no different to the prohibition rum runners of nineteen thirties America encouraging and facilitating the breaking of laws for profit! Of course this is only my humble opinion.

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As Marie reread her work she started to chew at the inside of her gums, last night as she wrote it it seemed like biting satire. Now though it seemed like the chaotic ramblings of a sullen teen, she also knew that she had gone to far in comparing Miss Morley's mother to the Chicago Mafia!

"Er...well... erm." Marie struggled to find anything to say.

"Apart from the fact that your views are risible and insulting, though this in only my humble opinion," Miss Morley said paraphrasing Marie's last line, "the work is incomplete, so your detention last night is now in my humble opinion void, and will be treat as such!"

"What! what do you mean incomplete and void?" Marie said in utter confusion.  

"Your charming little tale is just short of five hundred words," Miss Morley held her hand up to stop Marie butting in,"you seemed to have counted the title as part of your essay, so as I said that is looked upon as you not doing last night's punishment, so we will be back in the dining room tomorrow evening,"

"But tomorrow is Thursday....we are...." again Miss Morley held up her hand to silence Marie's protestations.

"Tomorrow at three forty five, Lewis, that is all now run along back to your classes!"

So that brings us to today and Marie sitting in the dining room awaiting her fate.
Another door opens, this time it is Miss Morley who upon seeing the three other girls sitting at the table across from Marie says.

"Why are you three in here?"

"We are waiting for Miss Hardly...sorry I mean Miss Yardley," Miss Morley was all to aware that that was no slip of the tongue, it was in reference to Miss Yardley's rather flat chest, it was common knowledge amongst all the staff that Miss Yardley was known as "hardly Yardley" by most of the girls. Miss Morley also knew that due to Miss Yardley's shock of ginger hair and the popularity of the Star Wars film that she was also known as "Chewbacca", though non of this really concerned Miss Morley tonight.

"Well don't think you are going to be sitting there chatting, spread yourselves around the room till she gets here," Miss Morley said and the girls slowly picked up their coats and bags, "NOW GIRLS! or I'll have the three of you back in here on Monday," at that the girls quickly changed tables.

Miss Morley then went over to Marie, Marie looked up her pale blue eyes peeking out from below her curly dark brown fringe, she looked every bit the hunted animal.

"Right, Lewis, I don't want any histrionics OK," she whispered, and Marie nodded," neither of us want to be here any later than necessary tonight, so pick up your things and we are going to the sickbay,"

Marie felt her heart drop, these were the very words she did not want to hear. The sickbay at St. Olga's served two purposes, one was the obvious one a place for girls to go for first aid or when "taken poorly", the other usage was it was the office that teachers used when caning a pupil.
Marie rose to her feet and slunk along behind Miss Morley, then she had the added embarrassment of having to stand by the glass doors waiting for Miss Morley getting the punishment book from the school secretary. Standing there in full view of the three lower school girls she knew that by lunchtime tomorrow it would be all around the school that a sixth former had "got the whack".
She could almost hear it in her ears "can you imagine, being that old and getting the cane?". Marie's eyes were already starting to mist over and they hadn't even got to the sickbay yet.

"Come on then," Miss Morley said as she breezed past Marie, the large brown ledger under her arm.

On entering the room Miss Morley flicked on the light and pulled down the blinds, then she quickly filled out the entry in the book and asked Marie to sign it. Marie looked at the line, it read: Four strokes upon the bottom for not fully attending detention.
Marie knew that that was not quite the whole truth, but signed anyway.

"Right, Lewis, I know this is your first caning so I will explain the procedure," Miss Morley said as if she was instructing a class as she collected a cane from the wall cupboard, "you will lift your skirt up clear of your knickers, then bend over placing your palms upon the seat of the chair, any leaping about or general acting up will earn you extra strokes, so when you are ready please,"

Marie knew protesting would do her no good, so she slowly lifted up her skirt and bent over. Her old cotton knickers may have fitted her once, but now with her hips and bottom filling out to a more mature feminine shape the very seams seemed in danger of popping their threads.
Marie gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, she did not have long to wait, firstly she felt a light brush of the cane on her drum tight underwear followed by a searing sheet of pain as connected truly.
She opened her eyes, the floor beneath her was a blur and before she could gain any composure she felt a second blaze of heat. This second stroke brought forth a scream of pain.

Miss Morley shook her head, "what a drama queen" she thought to herself as she picked out her next line of attack. This time she chose the lower part of the proffered bottom, knowing that it would make contact with a fair proportion of bared skin due to those badly fitting knickers.
It was too much for Marie, she leaped up clutching at her bottom and then did an impromptu rain dance as she tried to stamp the pain out from her bottom!
Miss Morley sighed deeply and shook her head, "why does she keep putting me in these situations" she wondered.

"Lewis that has just earned you two strokes on the hand!"

"Please I couldn't help it.....please....." Marie said tears now running down her face.

"No I warned you and once I say something......." Miss Morley said her voice full of sympathy, a tone that no other girl had heard in this room, "right hand out palm up."

Shaking like a leaf Marie held her hand out, the first stroke caught her full across the fleshy part of her palm, the second stroke however due to Marie's involuntary reaction of trying to pull away from the stroke caught her fingers. This sent Marie off on another little dance, this time with her hand wedged deep in he left armpit.

"We are going to be here all night at this rate," Miss Morley said, again shaking her head at all the fuss that was being made, "one more on your bottom then you can go!"

Marie nodded, her eyes blinking wildly as she pulled up her skirt for the second time and again bent over the chair.
For all that Miss Morley was feeling sorry for Marie she knew it would not be fair on other pupils for her to go easy on her.
So she didn't.
The final stroke was just as tight as the preceding ones, but surprisingly it was took in a much better spirit by Marie.

Miss Morley sighed in relief that she had finally managed to get this brought to a close.

"Right Lewis, you can adjust your clothing and collect up your things and go now,"

"Thank you, Miss, I'm sorry you know I never meant to insult your Mam....you know that I really like her?"

Miss Morley nodded as she picked up the punishment book and replaced the cane in the cupboard.

Five minutes later as Jane Morley drove out of the school gates, she saw the forlorn figure of Marie at the bus stop across the road. She pulled her car over and leaned across and opened the passenger door, slowly and with much discomfort Marie lowered herself into the seat. They then travelled along in silence, till Jane finally broke the deadlock.

"Should be a good show tonight?"

"I've read about his gigs and he supposed to be excellent live," Marie answered enthusiastically.

"He bloody wants to be at five quid for a ticket!"

"I know but it is David Bowie!" Marie said wincing in pain as her throbbing fingers pulled out two cigarettes from her packet,she lit one and handed it to Jane, then lit the other one for herself.

Jane looked at Marie and shook her head for the umpteenth today, and said.

"Bloody smoking monkeys! what on earth were you thinking about?"

Both girls laughed, they were back to being friends and not teacher and pupil.


                                                             THE END