Sunday, 19 August 2012

Cruel Angela?

“Why you though, that's what I can't understand?”

“Why not me, I have been on the other-side of it plenty of times!” Angela replied rather irately.

“It just seems so strange, after all you must only be about five years older than her?”

“Six years as it happens, though what age has to do with it I have no idea!”

“It just seems odd that they asked you, rather than one of the older teachers that's all I meant.” I replied trying to calm down Angela's growing indignation.

“Well actually I volunteered, no one else seemed very keen on giving her a dose of the cane, I think they were worried about being sued or something.” Angela's eyes were now almost flashing as she spoke.

“So you aren't worried about being sued?” I asked in disbelief.

“No not at all, her father made her sign a disclaimer, stating that the punishment was being carried out at her request and by the appointed teachers discretion, better that I suppose than being expelled so close to her final A level exams!”

I shook my head still not really taking it all in. Here was Angela my twenty four year old fiancée and live in lover telling me how today she had caned Joan Morley an eighteen year old six former for vandalism, despite corporal punishment being banned in British state schools over three years ago!

“So what happened exactly?” I asked, my secret predilection for corporal punishment now being stoked up.

“I whacked her arse!”

“I know that but” I was now starting to feel that Angela was just trying to wind me up with her vagueness.

“OK, OK! Joan and two of her mates decided that they wanted to have a sly smoke and rather than going back to the sixth form block, for some reason best be known to themselves they decided to have a smoke on the upstairs landing at the back of the Domestic Science hall. Before you ask, because I don't know why either, but there is always a supermarket shopping trolley parked up on that hardly used landing. So the three of them started to play with the trolley, can you believe that? This is the supposed future of our country I'm talking about here!”

I nodded silently as I thought that would be the best way to race her to the juicy bits that I was waiting for.

“Well anyway, Joan got a bit to carried away by what we have been told. She started spinning the trolley around her, you know like she was one of those Moroccan dancers?”

Again patiently I nodded.

“Then for some reason she let go of the handle, the trolley shot off down the stairs, got to the bottom of the first flight, hit the handrail and shot over the top and straight through the window!”

Now Angela was looking quite deliriously happy at Joan's more or less accidental situation.
“Now most people would have legged it at this point. Not these three, Joan's two mates broke their necks to snitch on her! Now personally I think they should have got a good thrashing for being a pair of little yellow grasses, but that wasn't to be. So I had to make do with 'little miss goody two shoes' on her own. You do know who I'm talking about here don't you?”

I shook my head in confusion and frustration at the way she was spinning out her story.

“Last month at the charity quiz? The girl with dark brown hair that was serving the wine and cheese? She looks a bit like a Pierrot clown, heart shaped face and mouth?”

Now I realised who Angela was talking about, “the pleasant polite girl with more than a passing resemblance to Kate Bush?”

“Yeah that's the one. Well anyway I've never trusted these butter wouldn't melt girls, so I was quite happy when three of them were dropped in the shit like this. Then two wangled out by blaming Joan, if they had kept quiet they would most likely have gotten away with it, but they just bottled it!”

I nodded patiently for her to continue.

“So the Head went off it, demanding that an example must be set and these days our maximum punishment is expulsion so that was what he intended, till Joan's dad came up with his alternative option of an old fashioned caning!”

In my mind's eye I could already see Joan bending over and touching her toes, waiting for her green skirt to be given a good dusting with the stick!

“Of course the caning would have to be hushed up, so the head said that would not set any example to the others, so her dad said a caning and a weeks night time detention after school. The head's office must have been like a market with the two of them haggling and Joan just standing listening to see what her fate would be.
To be honest a weeks detention would probably have been a fair enough punishment. Imagine how she would feel being stuck in the dining room after school surrounded by a load of third and fourth formers, with like as not one of her prefect mates acting as detention monitor?
The head didn't seem to realise the power of the humiliation that the detention alone would provide as a deterrent, so they hammered out the agreement of four strokes of the cane and a weeks detention.
So that was it, all decided for her by the head and her father, all that was left was to find who would be the executioner of her sentence and when the head got all the female teachers together, I jumped at the chance to dish out a caning rather than be on the receiving end!
So off we tootled to the head's office after her first detention, I can tell you she looked pretty scared at was was going to be coming her way.
It's odd really that the head still keeps all his old canes in the office, I suppose he is keeping hold of them in case corporal punishment is ever brought back. Well anyway what ever the reason, he had about five in a long cupboard behind his desk.
Obviously I had to find one that would suit me, so I took each one out and give them all a couple of practice air swishes. When I did that I could see what little colour Joan had drain from her face, you know how pale she always looks? Well you should have seen her this evening, she was sheet white!
I felt a little bit sorry for you know, I even thought about not caning her and just pretending that the punishment had been carried out, after all who would be any the wiser it's not like her dad would be checking her bottom for stripe marks is it? You know the detention would be bad enough for her, so I thought about just letting her off!”

“Really?” I asked in a perhaps overly surprised tone.

“Did I bollocks!” Angela laughed at the very thought of her being so soft, “there was no way I was going to be giving up this chance!
So I said to her 'as we are both girls together, this is going to be a proper old fashioned caning, so if you could lift up your skirt, lower your tights and knickers and touch your toes we can begin?'
The look on her face was a picture as she shook her head saying that I couldn't cane her bare bum, I reminded her of the agreement that she had signed and that it was my decision that to make this a truly salutary punishment it would be given upon her bare skin.
You know she was in tears even before her tights were down around her knees?
By the time she was bent over with that large pale moon in front of me she crying like a kid!
I laid the first stroke on her, right across the middle of her chubby cheeks and she hopped straight up grabbing at her arse and swearing her head off .
Such language from our little put upon innocent!
Eventually she got back into position but she was swaying back and forth and struggling to keep her balance.
'this is no good,' I told her, 'I'm going to be trying to hit a moving target here! I'll tell you what, instead of touching your toes, put your feet just over shoulder width apart and grab the backs of your knees'
She did what I told her, I don't know if she knew what view she was now giving me but I'm sure you can guess?”

I nodded silently, my throat dry at the though of this scenario.

“Well let's just say her little secret places weren't that secret any more, her virgin chink was on full view, least ways I'm assuming she is a virgin but who knows these days. Do you think little Joannie is still virgo intacta?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting her to think that I dwelled to much in my mind upon the sexual activities of her pupils.

“I think she would be, she is a real goody two shoes, anyway this position seemed to suit her better as she took the next stroke a lot better. I suppose the first one was a real shock and the second one she was a bit more prepared for. I waited a while watching the the lines colour up, once I had two nice little red tramlines running across the middle of her bot I had to think of where to place the third line.
I decided on going a little higher, to place it above her puckered up little bum hole!
I did tell you that this position left everything open to view didn't I?”

I nodded, holding my breath as I did so.

“The fourth stroke though I never had any doubt in my mind where that would be going, I aimed for the lowest part of her bum, right were the arse cheeks meet the hamstrings.
I know through past experience that that hurts like a bastard and that the next day every step would be a little reminder of this evening.
Also with it being the last stroke I made it extra tight, you know a right stinger?
It worked as well as she jumped up hopping again, no swearing this time though!
It was rather sweet actually, when I told her that she could pull her clothes back up she managed to stutter out 'thank you miss' between her sniffles!
So what do think, was I right in what I did?”

I shook my head and said.
“We both know what you did was very wrong and cruel Angela don't we?”

Angela nodded and replied.
“Yeah...I suppose I'm in trouble now for being such a bitch?”

I nodded silently.

“Should I go and get the slipper?”

Again I nodded in silence, Angela then sloped out of the room to get the instrument for her correction!
I so love it when Joan plays the “Angela The Cruel Schoolteacher” game.

Monday, 6 August 2012

McCluskey's Shop - pt2

As Julia nervously drove along the winding loch side road towards the school she wished that she had driven more often. In fact since passing her driving test three months ago this was only about the fourth or fifth time that she had been behind the wheel of any vehicle. The fact that the little Bedford van had no interior mirror, or at least it had one that was next to useless due to all the boxes in the back obscuring it's usage, so she had to use the wing mirrors only and that did nothing to help her confidence. She wondered to herself what fate would befall her if she crashed Alex's van bearing in mind all the fuss that had been made just over a couple of lost oars?

Also as she neared the school her emotions were in flux, her initial excitement at seeing Mr. Harvey again was now replaced by a feeling of dark dread.
For the life of her she just could not work out what her fascination was with the man, after all he was far from being handsome or sexy. Julia also wondered about his age, he had to old enough to be her father and she had never ever been one of those girls that fell for the older guys, but she could not escape the fact that she did indeed have some sort of strange attraction towards him. The words of a song sprang to her mind - Where do you go to my lovely, when you are alone in your bed? - she had no intention of sharing the thoughts that she had had last night.
After all some things were just meant to be kept to ones self!

Pulling into the long driveway Julia's heart started racing as she saw the front of the school again, then as per Alex's directions she drove around to the side of the building to the kitchen doorway.
Just as she pulled up the van the kitchen door opened and John Harvey stepped out to meet her.

"Hello Julia! I must say this is a pleasant surprise, I was expecting Mr. McCluskey." John Harvey's face showed the sincerity of his greeting.

Julia mumbled an explanation of the days events as she got out of the van and went to open the two back doors so they could unload her cargo.
It only took about five minutes for the two of them to transfer all the boxes from the van to the kitchen. Once all the boxes were in the kitchen there then fell an awkward silence.

"OK Mr. Harvey, I'll just get along now then." Julia said breaking the heavy silence.

"Ah....right...would you not like a cup of tea before you go?"

"Oh yes please," Julia quickly replied as if she had just been offered the world, "that would be lovely Sir!"

As John Harvey boiled the kettle and prepared the teapot, Julia took her chance to ask him a question that had been bugging her for the whole length of her drive up to the school.

"Why use a little general dealers for so much shopping, wouldn't one of the supermarkets or wholesalers in town me a lot cheaper?"

John Harvey smiled to her as he poured the now hot water into the teapot.

"Mr. McCluskey must have been giving you a hard time today, for you to wish that I would deprive him of his livelihood?"

"No! I didn't mean it like that....I just meant that....." then Julia saw the twinkle in Mr. Harvey's eyes and realised that he was joking with her.

John Harvey then went on to explain how the school wherever and whenever possible always used local businesses. Doing so was the school's way of making sure that they were looked upon as an intrinsic part of the community and not just a group of foreign rich interlopers.
John Harvey then went on to tell Julia, in rather animated fashion, of the school's ethos and traditions.
Julia hung on his every word, wishing so much that her teachers when she was at school had had even just half of his enthusiasm and passion about teaching!
Eventually though John Harvey turned the conversation round to Julia, asking her if she was working at the moment.

"I'm sort of between jobs at the moment, after today in the shop I think my best options could be in a retail environment, I just can't make up my mind which of the two options I should take as a career path."

"Oh really, what are the options open to you?" Mr. Harvey asked.

"I just can't decide between Pick or Mix!" Julia's hollow bitter laughter at her own joke gave away to Mr. Harvey that she was not happy with her current prospects.

"OK! So in an ideal world what would you like to do?"

"No you will laugh," Julia said her face flushing in embarrassment, but Mr. Harvey shook his head and waved his hand for her to continue, " I would love to be a History teacher......there I told you it was silly!"

John Harvey didn't laugh, he did smile though and asked why she wasn't doing something about being a teacher if that was what she wanted to do.
He listened intently as she described the problems that she had had with her O levels. She told him how History to her was a passion, a passion that she would love to share with others. She wanted to teach it in an interesting way, not just dates and facts, but the stories behind those facts. The problem was with Julia was that her passion for History did not transfer to other subjects, all her other subjects she found at best boring.

"You only need one A level to get onto some teacher training courses, though obviously two or three would be better," Mr. Harvey informed Julia.

"Yeah and that is one more than I have," Julia replied sharply.

"College night classes, the door is still open to you, it would be hard juggling A levels with a job but......." Mr. Harvey's voice trailed off' as he saw Julia sadly shaking her head looking almost close to tears.

"I know what would happen," Julia said trying to keep her voice steady, "for the first couple of weeks I would be fine, then I would start fannying about and frigging time wasting....sorry I didn't mean to swear Sir!"

Mr. Harvey seemed deep in thought for a couple of minutes, to Julia this silence seemed deafening as she worried that her bad language had offended him.
Then Mr. Harvey broke the silence, he broke the silence with a strange proposition that caught Julia totally off guard.

Julia sat open mouthed as Mr. John Harvey mapped out the next five years of her life. He told her of a job vacancy at the school, it was nothing great just a general dogsbody helping out in the kitchens etc. and as he himself put it " the pay isn't very good but you do get free board and lodgings". It wasn't the job offer though that had stunned Julia, it was that Mr. Harvey wanted Julia to attend A level night classes in Fort William.

"Of course it will be hard for you fitting in two years of work into one year whilst juggling a full time job," Mr. Harvey told her stating the fairly obvious, "but with extra tuition from me with the English language and Literature A levels I'm sure you will manage to gain your goal of three A levels!"

Julia just nodded in dazed agreement.

"Then you will have four years at Teacher Training College, for which you will receive a government grant plus whatever money you have managed to save while working here."

Again Julia nodded silently.

Then pushing his chair back from the table, the chair legs scraped loudly on the stone tiled floor, John Harvey added.
"Of course you know that there is no place in the classroom for the foul language that you came out with earlier, or for that matter in this school?"

Julia nodded and rose up from her seat, without any word from Mr. Harvey her fingers went straight to the two rows of four buttons on her high waistband trousers.
As she lowered her trousers to her knees, she also caught her knickers with her thumbs so that she bared herself in one deft movement. As she walked towards Mr. Harvey she felt her clothing slipping further down over the tops of her calves till they came to rest around her ankles.
She could see that Mr. Harvey's eyes were focussed upon her thick dark triangular covering of pubic hair, she was tempted to cover herself but it was not like it was the first time that he had seen her bared in such a manner, so such sudden modesty would seem by him as affected coyness on her part.
Once she reached his side she folded herself over his lap, part of her had expected - or perhaps hoped - that she would be in this situation again today. Those thoughts had been with her since she had driven through the school gates.

She then felt a sharp slap upon her left buttock, the noise of the slap echoed of the stone flooring and the tiled walls, then seconds later the sound of another slap filled the room.
Today unlike yesterday, Mr. Harvey was taking his time as he methodically covered all of Julia's ample bottom and the tops of her thighs with a slow firm spanking.
Julia somehow knew within her that Mr. Harvey intended to spank her to tears as he had yesterday. Today though she was going to show him some mettle and not just collapse like a house of cards, even if that meant prolonging her pain!
Once that Mr. Harvey was satisfied that he covered all off her bottom in a base coat, he upped the speed of her chastisement, his hand was rising and falling at a rate that was causing Julia problems in catching her breath between strikes.
The sound of his hand meeting her bared behind clashed with the echo, causing the room to fill with a crackling noise not unlike that of loud radio interference. This crackling was being increasingly punctuated by the loud gasps and squeaks coming from Julia!

Then it happened, the house of cards finally fell and Julia was indeed in tears!
Mr. Harvey then helped the now thoroughly chastised Julia back to her feet.

Driving back down to the village Julia's mind was in a whirl, it darted from one thing to another.
How to tell her mother that she was going to work as skivvy for a load of posh kids,"but it's OK as in five years time I will be a teacher, oh yes and I will be living in Scotland for at least a year!"
How to tell her best friend Sandra that she would leaving home to work away and that she would be working for of all people Mr. Harvey!

The one thing that kept coming to the fore of her mind though was what had happened after her spanking.
As she stood there in tears, rubbing at her punished bottom trying to desperately massage the pain away. Mr. Harvey put his hands between her knees, patting at them so that she opened her legs as far as the pooled clothing around her ankles would allow.
Then Mr. Harvey stood up and pulled Julia to him, her head rested upon his chest. She wondered if he could feel the wetness of her tears through his thin cotton shirt?
Then with his left hand running through her hair and patting her head to comfort her, she felt the fingers of his right hand between her legs.

"No....please Sir....I've never....I'm still...." Julia struggled out.

"Shhh, it's alright, just a little reward for taking your discipline with such fortitude." Mr. Harvey whispered into her ear.

Julia felt his fingers shallowly enter her feminine fleshy folds. His thumb then ran down the crease of her sex lightly rubbing at her now hard little pearl.
This was so unlike the frantic pawing and fumbling that she had experienced with her past boyfriends, Mr. Harvey's touch had purpose, had a goal in mind.
All the time that he was massaging her most secret of places he was whispering in her ear. For the life of her she could not now recall his words but she did recall the effect that they had had on her. Those words had somehow relaxed her, whilst paradoxically her body was going into tension as she felt wave after wave of contractions, each wave bringing her closer to orgasm.
Then it happened, as the final rush came she bit down onto Mr. Harvey's pectoral muscle, her whole body seemed to shake from her toes up as she experienced her first orgasm that was not self induced!

As she pulled the van up outside McCluskey's shop, she wondered if that was how all of Mr. Harvey's personal mentoring sessions would be?
She smiled to herself as she hoped so.

                                                        THE END