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*THIS WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON*

by /*Lisa Grant*/



"Ah, Harborn!" Dr Benjamin said, looking up from his desk and peering at
me over his half spectacles. "Sorry to interrupt your free period - do
sit down... Settling in alright are we? Any problems? ... No? ... Good..."

I wasn't really sure whether I was expected to answer, so I just smiled.

"First week I know, but an ideal opportunity has cropped up, don't you
see... You see there are certain duties, as my Deputy Headmaster, that I
expect you to help out with... Tricky Johnny discipline! ... Not much
corporal punishment at your old comprehensive, shouldn't wonder... No!
Thought not! ... More's the pity I say..."

The old boy had made his attitude towards strict discipline quite clear
at the very first interview, and, I had to admit, I found it quite
amazing at an all girls' private school... and, not least, a little
exciting.

"Miss Aldridge usually deals with the younger gals... Although she sends
the juniors to me if it's something really serious... but it's the sixth
formers that need a firmer hand... Short sharp shock from a daunting
chap they respect brings 'em up smart, and gives 'em something to think
about, don't you know? ... Best thing's learn from me... Get your
confidence... Then you're on your own... Any questions Harborn... ?"

"Err... that is... well... err... no Dr Benjamin, I suppose not..." All
this talk of girls' punishment was flustering to say the very least.

"Good show old chap! ... Ideal opportunity this morning... This will
teach you a lesson..."

'A lesson I'll never forget!' I mused wryly, getting into the lingo already.

"Mmm... Thing is - give 'em a good wigging on the day of capture, so to
speak... Summon them to your study... Make them wait when they knock...
Put on all your regalia - mortar board, gown - frightens the living
daylights out of 'em! ... Stand 'em in front of your desk and pace
around 'em - give 'em a real dressing down! ... Then look 'em in the eye
and pass sentence in a grave voice - And watch 'em crumple. Works every
time! ... Maybe show 'em what they're going to get, then tell 'em to
come back after assembly next morning... Let 'em sweat overnight - most
salutary! ... Two this morning... Wigged 'em yesterday... A lower 6th
form blackboard poet and a compulsive smoker from the Upper 6th..."

I crossed my legs and coughed uncomfortably.

"Should be a few butterflies in those two's tummies just at this moment..."

There were one or two in mine!

"Skulking outside when you arrived were they? ... Look a bit sheepish
did they, ey what? ... Good reason! ... Keep 'em waiting y'see..."

There had been two very shame-faced looking girls hanging about further
down the corridor when I'd arrived for my unexpected early morning
summons to the great man's study, but I'd never imagined...

"One at a time as it's different misdeeds... deal with 'em together if
there's more than one being punished for the same thing... Caned the
whole Upper 6th in the gym once..." the eccentric old disciplinarian
murmured to himself as he strode to the door in almost military fashion,
opening it and calling sternly, "Ashdown! IN!"

A somewhat pale-faced girl with shortish mousy-coloured hair shuffled
into the spacious oak-panelled study, glanced at me with big brown
fearful eyes, and then looked down at her feet. How daunting that study
must have felt to the pretty lower sixth former just at that moment. She
was very shapely under her neat school uniform, and her young breasts
heaved up and down as she breathed deeply, clearly in a state of real
agitation.

"Now Mr Harborn, may I introduce the suddenly-very-quiet, but usually
somewhat-cheeky Katy Ashdown from 6b... And, Katy Ashdown from 6b, would
you care to tell Mr Harborn what you did yesterday... ?"

The petite girl cleared her throat nervously and murmured, "Wrote a poem
on the blackboard sir..."

"And this poem - Shelley perhaps? Keats was it? ... Or Byron...?"

"No Headmaster..." she blushed.

"No Headmaster! ... Well I won't ask you to repeat it, because I don't
want any such lascivious smut ever repeating again in this school...
D'ya hear me girl?"

"No sir... I mean yes sir..."

"And, to help you to remember not to repeat your dirty little ditty, I'm
going to give you a swift, but painful reminder... Anything to say Ashdown?"

"N-no Headmaster..."

"Right! Cane we said, didn't we?" he muttered to himself, as opened a
tall cupboard. Behind the cupboard door was an impressive array of
implements of corporal punishment - a myriad of crook-handled school
canes of varying lengths and thicknesses, several leather straps, and a
large well-worn plimsoll, which was propped up against the back wall of
the cupboard.

"Mmm... 6b... Not exactly a junior any more are we? ... Pick the
implement to suit the crime... and the pupil Mr Harborn... Something
like this one should make a lasting impression on our blackboard poet, I
think..." Dr Benjamin said, flexing a medium-length cane between his
hands. It must have been about two and a half feet long, and it was
about as thick as a pencil. "Not like your bamboo garden cane y'see -
all rigid - no, this is best quality rattan - ideal for the job...
Swishier! ... So less effort for you, more sting for her..."

Katy Ashdown looked less than happy with the Head's idle banter about
her impending doom, and looked in horror as he swished the supple cane
through the air, demonstrating its awesome flexibility.

"Right girl - slip off your blazer! ... Only get in the way... Best off!
... Hang it behind the door if you please Ashdown..."

As the unfortunate 6th form girl reluctantly took off her maroon school
blazer, piped with gold braid, and hung it where she had been
instructed, the Head did the same with his jacket, and hung it over the
back of his desk chair.

"Don't want to restrict your swing y'see Mr Harborn... Roll up your
right shirt sleeve too - show 'em you mean business... You are
right-handed I take it? ... Yes, thought so..."

With his right shirt sleeve rolled up, Dr Benjamin once again picked up
the cane from his desk. Katy swallowed hard, her mouth obviously dry,
standing there in her crisp white blouse; maroon and gold striped school
tie; maroon skirt, fashionably above the knee; white knee socks, and
shiny black heeled shoes - obviously feeling very vulnerable.

"Ceremony y'see Harborn - all part of the punishment! Gives 'em time to
think about what's to come... The sting in the tail comes soon enough,
ey Ashdown? ... I don't suppose you're in any great hurry to bend, are you?"

The fidgeting girl blinked, but didn't answer, she looked too nervous to
speak just at that moment, and most of the Head's questions didn't seem
to expect an answer anyway.

"Now, any questions so far Mr Harborn?"

My pulse was racing at a new and exciting revelation that had come from
his last diatribe. "Bend Dr Benjamin? ... Do you always cane, err...
That is, do you never... I mean I thought she'd have to hold out her..."

"Hand??!" he boomed, finishing my question for me. "Oh no, no, no!
Delicate devils hands! Tricky business getting 'em to hold still for an
accurate stroke... They see the stick coming down, pull back and get it
right across their fingers if they're not careful... No! - Gluteous
Maximus! - Made for the job! ... And the seniors are even more
'Maximus'... No - very rarely cane hands... Can't write then y'see...
No, no, no! Get to the bottom of the problem, if you get my meaning! ...
Plenty to aim at y'see... You can really put some weight behind it...
Stings like stink of course - but no danger of real lasting damage..."

Poor Katy was even less reassured by this further information, and was
blushing furiously at the size of her bottom being discussed so openly.

"Right, let's get on with it. First-timer, ey Ashdown?"

"S-sir...?"

"First-timer in my study... Two or three encounters with Miss Aldridge's
slipper I understand... And it's always cheek and impudence with you
isn't it girl? ... First time for Jimmy-Stick though... ?"

"Y-yes sir..."

"Well let's make it your last! ... Two things about first-timers Mr
Harborn. Don't be tempted to let 'em off lightly, or they'll be back
again in no time. No deterrent y'see... Make a girl's first caning a
crisp one, something that will make her not want a repeat performance,
if you get my drift..."

Katy's face was a picture. Any hope of leniency because she was a
first-timer had just gone right out of the window.

"Second thing is - a first-timer will need something to bend over - I
suggest a chair... Fetch that one from the corner Ashdown! ... A
high-backed one y'see Harborn - gets the target area at the right
height, and gives 'em something to cling on to when the old stick begins
to bite - Bit of a shock for a gal, her first ever stroke of the cane...
In the middle of the room if you please Ashdown... Yes, there's fine...
Now stand behind it... behind the back girl! ... That's right... Now,
how many did we say? ... How many strokes Ashdown?"

"Four..." whispered the girl, in a tiny voice.

"What was that girl?"

"Four - Four sir..."

"Yes - four good hard whacks to make you learn the error of your ways...
Four strokes Mr Harborn - a reasonable sentence as she is a
first-timer... But, like I said, they must be crisp ones. No respect for
going soft on 'em! ... Alright you stupid girl - let's teach you a
lesson you won't forget in a hurry! ... Let's see the target area...
Lift up and gather..."

I could hardly believe my ears. Presumably Katy Ashdown couldn't believe
her ears either...

"Raise your skirt girl!" he boomed, "To the waist... That's it... Come
along... Higher... Right..."

The lower sixth former reluctantly revealed a pair of luscious thighs,
and even more reluctantly a pair of white cotton knickers, encasing an
entrancingly and nicely rounded bottom.

"Tighten your knickers Ashdown - tug 'em up nice and tight - that's it!
... Got to get rid of any wrinkles and creases - get 'em stretched good
and tight for Jimmy-Stick to do the best job... Regulations say corporal
punishment should be over at least one layer of clothing for modesty, so
we don't cane on the bare, but thin knickers aren't going to take away
any of the sting, so long as they're tight as a drum! ... If you're in
any doubt about thicker materials, just get 'em to go change into
athletic shorts - thin nylon, and usually a good snug fit, if you
understand me... Check there's no signs of cheating - padding - a
strategically-placed extra pair can dramatically reduce the effect
you're trying to achieve... Once bent a 6th former over to find not two,
but three pairs! ... Soon stamped that little game out mind you... Caned
her over the thinnest of the three pairs - really made her jump I did...
Then had her up in front of the whole school next morning for a sixer
with the tawse for cheating - danced a merry dance on top of her
stripes, I'll tell you! ... Put a message out to all the gals though...
Don't think anyone's tried it since..."

Poor Katy Ashdown was fidgeting with her rolled up skirt anxiously, no
doubt feeling very exposed. She must have wished he'd just get on with it.

"Right girl - Bend over! ... Right over the back of the chair... That's
it... Now reach down and hold on to the seat... Can you reach the far
edge? ... Yes - good! ... A perfect position do you see Mr Harborn..."

"Indeed..." I mumbled. How right he was! The pretty sixteen year old was
almost up on tiptoes to reach the far edge of the seat, and her naughty
bottom positively invited the firm smack of a hand, or a sharp stroke of
the cane.

"The hips rest on the chair back, thus presenting the gluteal contours
at a perfect height and angle for the visitation of the cane... Hold on
tight Miss Ashdown - No point pretending this won't hurt because, I'm
afraid, it will hurt a great deal! ... Mr Harborn - come round this
side, then you can see better... There, how's that?"

"Perfect!" I croaked, hoping I didn't sound as eager as I felt about
this much improved view of the proceedings.

"Now you stand, feet slightly apart, like so... Measure your distance so
that the tip of the rattan will connect with the centre of the far, er,
cheek - get the maximum effect from the length of the cane... Then
address the target, just like you would a golf ball... Do you play golf
by the way?"

I didn't bother answering as he seemed to be concentrating hard on
tapping the cane several times right along the centre of the bending
girl's tightly-stretched white knickers. Katy shuddered visibly at the
touch and her buttocks clenched involuntarily, changing their shape.

"Brace your legs back Ashdown! Straighten those knees! ... You're
clenching! Relax them!" Dr Benjamin urged, patting her suddenly tightly
clenched buttocks with the cane.

With some difficulty and obvious hesitation the girl managed to relax
the muscles in her buttocks, and her whole bottom softened and rounded
once again, so that it rippled slightly now when it was tapped.

"Now this will teach you a lesson for being a very naughty and vulgar
young woman!" Without turning his head from his interesting task, he
also continued my lesson, "Now swing well back, like so... and..."

With a sharp wristy swish and a very meaty 'THWACK!' the Headmaster
snapped the cane smartly down, bang on target. I was amazed how hard! I
think Katy was too, because her reaction was instant. She yelped and
looked back in horror at her punisher, her big eyes wide with pain and
shock. It had obviously been a most telling stroke.

"Pause to give the pain time to build. There's a second burn builds
within a few seconds and gives 'em hell where it does the most good! ...
Never rush a caning. ... Now, did you see how I used the whole of my
arm, not just the wrist?"

The Head seemed oblivious to the bending girl who was now sucking air
between her teeth, to control the obviously agonising smart of her first
ever cane stroke.

"Now number two, a little lower... Try to aim accurately... Like so..."

Another blinding flash and an equally sharp swish and 'THWACK!' of
impact was quickly followed by a second shrill yelp, and some very
distressed wriggling from Katy Ashdown, the impudent blackboard poet,
who must have already been regretting her cheeky chalking.

"Pause again do y'see, before lining up lower down still..."

The girl's breath was coming short and fast, and her bottom was
twitching as the Headmaster tapped the cane again on a new line, lower
down the soft under-curves of her pretty bottom.

SWISH! THWACK!

"AAAHHHHH!" shrieked Katy, involuntarily kicking one leg up high in the
air. I had actually watched the thin white cotton material briefly and
dramatically indent at the moment of impact, and then shudder and ripple
as the soft flesh underneath sprang back into shape. The suffering girl
sniffed and gulped loudly.

"Don't let tears put you off your stride Mr Harborn. It's meant to hurt.
Tears are a sign you doing a good job. Have no sympathy. They get
themselves into these scrapes. Good girls don't get caned, do they
Ashdown? ... Come along girl - straighten your knees... Straighten them!
... Unclench! ... Last one now... And I hope this will teach you a
lesson in classroom behaviour!"

SWISH! THWACK!

As promised, despite the lower sixth form girl's obviously mounting
distress, he held back nothing, and another scorching stroke zipped
home, low down, just above the crease where her bottom ended and her
shapely thighs started.

Katy loudly yelped again and straightened like a spring, clasping her
hands to her now scalding rump. She looked up to heaven, her face a
picture of agony, her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, and
tears now freely streaming down her hot, flushed cheeks from tightly
screwed up eyes. How I wished I could have seen the damage she was
nursing beneath those thin pants - damage that was causing the cute girl
such acute distress.

"That's a lesson she'll not forget in a hurry. Sitting down will be a
forgotten luxury for the rest of the morning, and, hopefully, the awful
memory of the last couple of minutes will deter the young madam from any
further transgressions... Cane 'em hard Mr Harborn! Then give 'em a few
moments to compose themselves. Bit of a state young Ashdown here... Busy
yourself... move the chair... fill in the punishment register..."

Dr Benjamin took a large black book from his desk drawer and opened it.
Katy's blubbing had already subsided into sniffs and snuffles, and she
had let her skirt drop back down into place. With her left hand she was
dabbing her eyes with a hanky, but her right hand was still firmly
clamped to her wounded rear.

The Head wrote and spoke at the same time... "Katy Ashdown... 6b...
Misuse of school property and gross vulgarity... Four strokes... Medium
cane... Seat..."

That done he looked up at the miserable girl. "Anything to say for
yourself Ashdown?"

"No sir..." sniffed Katy, flicking her mousy hair back off her damp cheeks.

"Hurt did it?"

"Y-yes sir... A lot..."

"Yes... So we'll behave in future won't we?"

"Yes sir..."

"Or it'll be six of the best next time. Understand?"

"Yes sir..."

"Get to your lessons then. Tell your teacher why you're late - and don't
let me hear any more complaints about you... Run along then..."

Katy tried to thank him, but her lip trembled as though she was about to
cry again, so she quickly turned, walked stiffly and uncomfortably
towards the door and picked up her blazer. The chastened lower sixth
former's face was blotchy red and tear-stained, her hair now untidy and,
as she disappeared round the door, she was still nursing her right
buttock through the seat of her maroon school skirt.

"See how they clutch the right one Harborn! That's where the tip strikes
if you use the whole length of the cane. Sore as blazes! ... Another
triumph of swishy rattan over female strong will! ... Always leave the
worst offender till last... Our Upper 6th form miscreant outside will
have heard enough of what's just gone on to remind her of just how
painful a visit to my study can be, and it will have given her the
jitters already... And the sight of Miss Ashdown's emergence, with her
transformation from a cool, if somewhat downcast, young lady to a
snivelling, red-faced little girl will have done nothing to calm her
nerves..."

In the excitement of Katy's 'transformation', as Dr Benjamin so aptly
called it, I had quite forgotten that there was to be an encore. What a
start to the day!

"Let her wait a moment... Don't put the cane away though... Not a
first-timer this one... Different tactics, do you see? ... Don't want
'em ever to get blasé about a visit for a punishment... Wouldn't want
'em telling the others it's a piece of cake..."

With that the experienced disciplinarian strode back to the door, opened
it and beckoned. "Wellesley! IN!"

A few seconds later the unfortunate girl from the Upper 6th walked
none-too cheerfully into the forbidding study, her high heels clicking
against the highly polished parquet flooring. The girl was stunning. A
statuesque blonde with large blue eyes, and a pouting, full-lipped
mouth, which looked very sulky just at this moment. And with good cause.

"Mr Harborn - next may I introduce Lesley-Anne Wellesley. A bright and
charming 6th former with an unfortunate wilful nature that would try the
patience of a saint! I won't even try to catalogue all her misdeeds, but
today she is making a return visit to my office for smoking on school
property, and whilst in uniform... And I don't like return visits
because it suggests that my previous ministrations failed as a
deterrent... Smoking is a revolting and abhorrent habit, and I will not
be defied! Caught red-handed by Miss Dewhurst, bold as brass, smoking in
the 6th form common room! ... Only last term Wellesley that I caned you
for the exact same thing! Don't you recall girl?"

"Yes sir..." she mumbled.

If it had been anything like he had just seen Katy Ashdown suffer, it
would have been hard to forget...

"But you chose to defy me and smoke again..."

"I suppose so sir..."

"So the punishment wasn't severe enough for you, do I take it?"

"Yes sir... er, I mean no sir... I mean..."

"How many last time?"

"Four sir..."

"And how many did we say this time Wellesley?" the Head enquired,
picking up the cane from his desk, and flexing it menacingly.

"... six sir..." she muttered, swallowing and looking down.

"Six of the what?"

"Six of the best..." The beautiful blonde girl's voice trailed away, as
she grudgingly uttered the words Dr Benjamin clearly wanted to hear.

"Six of the best girl! Six of the very best! ... I think this time we'd
better teach you a lesson you'll find much harder to forget... What do
you say Harborn?"

I didn't know how to respond, so I simply nodded sagely and stammered,
"What ever you say Headmaster..."

The girl glanced at me with a look of disdain, as though perhaps she had
expected me to intervene on her behalf. Or perhaps she was just
irritated that I was going to be witness to this more telling
punishment. A punishment that she was clearly not looking forward to,
despite her previous recalcitrant record.

Her attention was thankfully taken off me by Dr Benjamin moving across
to the tall cupboard, and putting away the cane he had just used so
efficiently on poor Katy Ashdown's tender young bottom, and with such
devastating effect. In its place he withdrew another one, a little
thicker, and some six to eight inches longer.

"As I said Mr Harborn - make the punishment fit the offence... and the
offender... Wellesley here has chosen to ignore a previous chastisement,
so we're going to have to 'hot things up a bit'. A sixer with this
little beauty should see her sleeping face down tonight - and that might
just make her buck up her ideas..."

The tall blonde was anxiously, and absent-mindedly chewing her bottom
lip as she eyed this new awesome looking instrument of senior schoolgirl
corporal punishment. My eyes scanned the firm rounded swell at the back
of her skirt, which suggested that there was a particularly inviting
target area about to be revealed. Uncomfortably, but surreptitiously I
adjusted myself.

"Now Wellesley - to make your discomfort complete - I think we've
progressed to toe-touchers..."

The poor girl licked her full lips nervously.

"Anything to say? ... No? ... Right - blazer off then..."

The stunning 6th former peeled off her blazer, just as Katy Ashdown had
done only minutes earlier, but neatly draped it over a chair.

"Now stand just there..." the Head said, pointing to a spot in the
middle of the floor with the vicious looking senior cane, and rolling
his right shirt sleeve up a little further.

The atmosphere was electric as the gorgeous blonde slowly walked to the
appointed place of execution, her young breast rising and falling
nervously beneath her crisp white school blouse.

"Bend over!" came the booming command.

Lesley-Anne didn't hesitate, and bent at the waist, her long legs
perfectly straight. She pressed her fingers down on to the toes of her
black shoes, causing her short skirt to ride high up her firm and
perfectly formed thighs, and the maroon material to stretch tightly over
that tantalisingly rounded target.

"Skirt up girl! Skirt up!" the Head snapped impatiently, "And pull up
your knickers nice and tight - you know the form by now... !"

Two reluctant and beautifully manicured hands reached back and flipped
up the maroon skirt to reveal the most exquisite bottom imaginable,
encased in a pair of satiny white briefs. The nervous hands then fumbled
at the elasticated waist band and tugged up. The material stretched
tight, moulding itself to those gorgeous contours like a second skin. As
she tugged at both sides, the tiny briefs slid higher yet up her
haunches, causing the chubby under cheeks to bounce free, quite bare
either side of the narrow white 'V'. My heart pounded with anticipation.
Lesley-Anne Wellesley then touched her toes once more.

All this time Dr Benjamin was flexing the cane between his hands and
eyeing the target of his imminent ministrations. His eyes were bright as
he watched the stunning blonde prepare herself... but then no man could
fail to be moved by such a spectacle.

Without losing any professionalism though the Head then swished the
longer and stiffer cane experimentally through the air a couple of
times, with a scary whirring 'swoosh', then moved slowly round to the
bending girl's left, and planted his feet firmly apart.

"Trouble-maker this one Mr Harborn. Tough nut too. A history of
slippering offences as a junior - third caning in just over a year -
second one for smoking... Always check the girl's record, and judge her
punishment on what you discover... I'd like to think this will be
Wellesley's last caning - and, after six of the best with the senior
cane, so will she... Make each visit less bearable than the last y'see -
till it's done the trick. They have to learn... Legs straight girl -
brace 'em back... Let's see just how tough you are..."

With that the Head laid the cane across the scantily-clad bottom to
measure his distance, tapping it a couple of times, before bringing his
arm right back.

Lesley-Anne visibly tensed. Her fingers pressed hard on to the ends of
her toes, her legs pushed back defiantly. Like Katy her buttocks
clenched instinctively as she sensed the imminent descent of the cane,
and she held her breath as the wicked length of rattan zipped speedily
bottomwards, to land with an extremely solid and meaty 'THWACK!'.

The blonde 6th former gasped loudly and buckled at the knee, half
straightening to clasp panicky hands to her stricken rear.

"As you know Wellesley - the measure of a caning is judged by the first
stroke, and now you have my measure, I'll thank you to remain bending...
Touch your toes!"

Lesley-Anne's hands were clearly reluctant to leave her already badly
stinging bottom exposed to a further onslaught, but slowly the 6th form
beauty straightened her legs and reached down for her toes.

Dr Benjamin wasted no time. He briefly measured his next stroke with a
well practised eye and swished the cane sharply down with a second
equally ferocious 'THWACK!', causing the well-bent bottom-flesh to
judder visibly.

Her high heels left the floor momentarily as the wicked stroke brought
her up on to her toes. Lesley-Anne's head jerked back and she drew
breath sharply as the biting smart sunk in. Her fingers left her toes
and her fists clenched tight, but somehow she managed to remain bent over.

"Call the strokes Wellesley!" the Head commanded.

"Two..." the unfortunate 6th former said in a tight voice, pressing her
fingers firmly back on to the toes of her shiny shoes.

"Two what girl?"

"Two... Sir..." she hissed, breathing hard through her nose.

The Headmaster reached out with the cane, arm straight, to measure his
distance for his next line of attack. The wicked old sod was aiming very
low this time, tapping the cane with an ominous warning 'plack, plack'
sound on the bared under-cheeks that had wobbled free when the girl
tightened up her knickers. Lesley-Anne also obviously realised the
significance of this next line of fire, and cast a nervous glance back
at her punisher. In those few instants I got an enchanting glimpse of
her flushed face, and the twisted curl of her pretty mouth as she chewed
her bottom lip again.

The cane snickered skywards. The eighteen year old mature schoolgirl
screwed her eyes shut and put her head down, her delightful bottom
tensing expectantly.

There was a sibilant 'SWISH!', and an even crisper 'WHACK!' than any
before, as the pliant rattan sharply connected with startling accuracy
on the virtually bared lower reaches of Lesley-Anne's firm young behind.
Her perfectly-toned buttocks wobbled for an instant, then clenched
violently, and the girl gasped a louder gasp than ever.

"Three..." she managed in a breathy squeak, her right hand flying back
to nurse the furthest point, where the tip of the cane had wrapped
itself around and bitten deep with an excruciating fury. That was
certainly going to bruise.

Dr Benjamin turned to me at that point. I closed my mouth quickly. He
was flushed and bright-eyed. Well - who wouldn't be?

"Those low ones are the ones that make them prefer standing to sitting
for a day or so Harborn..." he announced, flexing the supple cane with
great relish. "Hard chairs in the classrooms too. Very uncomfortable for
a gal nursing even a couple of scorchers on the lower sitters..."

It was hard for me to concentrate on the finer points of caning
technique, with the distraction going on behind him. Lesley-Anne had
taken the opportunity of this brief respite, and Dr Benjamin's turned
back, to straighten up a little and nurse her wounded rear-end. And,
much to my disappointment, she tugged the edges of her knickers down to
once again cover those lovely soft chubby under-cheeks. The Headmaster
noticed my averted gaze and quickly turned.

"Oh no you don't Wellesley! Tighten them up again!"

There followed a half-hearted fumbling with the waist band of her knickers.

"Tighten them! Now girl - or I'll do it myself!"

Both her shaky hands then tugged at either side of the satiny briefs,
causing the smooth material to glide up even higher than before, her
'lower sitters' bouncing free once more. And - yes! Testament to the
cane's most recent cruel visitation - a red, angry-looking swollen
double tramline etched across the soft pink smoothness.

The girl was breathing hard now, and licking her sexy lips, still in her
half-bent position. Dr Benjamin tapped the white satin covered mounds
briskly, causing them to twitch and wobble.

"Touch toes girl!"

She didn't have time to tense up this time, because, no sooner than her
fingers touched her toes, the cane 'swooshed' down and whacked full
across the middle of her relaxed, unclenched buttocks, which impacted
and bounced at the sharply punishing stroke.

The girl was taken completely unawares and squeaked and gasped, "Ooohh!
Ohhhh!" - desperately not wanting to give full vent to her true
emotions. Her hand flew back with wide-eyed agony as she
half-straightened yet again. There were several seconds of urgent
gasping and panting before she managed to breathe... "F-four... s-sir..."

The 6th former's hands were trembling now as she forced herself back to
the 'bend over' position. Her long blonde hair was quite tousled, and
her breathing was short and fast as the cane lined up once more across
her quivering buttocks. Fairly low, now partially uncovered, since the
latest lingerie rearrangement.

SWISH! THWACK!

An agonised grunt was forced from Lesley-Anne's tight lips as the rattan
exploded against already extremely tender bared flesh. Her knees bent,
one high-heeled foot raising back. There was a soft groan as the awful
pain mounted and sunk in.

"Five sir..." she bravely sniffed as the red line slowly appeared
emerging from behind the thin wispy knickers. Lesley-Anne sniffed again
loudly and turned anxiously to see what the Headmaster was up to. Her
eyes were clearly bright with tears. And no wonder. This was one hell of
a caning. The old boy certainly knew what he was doing.

"I hope this is doing more to stop you smoking than your last dose of
the cane my girl! Six of the best should prove more memorable... One
more right where you sit will act as a final reminder..." he muttered,
tapping the tender crease where her thighs ended and her bottom began.
Completely bare flesh!

"Bend further down Wellesley! ... Straighten your knees girl..."

Lesley-Anne was now finding it much harder to get her fingers to her
toes, in her present distraught state.

"Grasp your ankles... That's it... Good..."

I gazed on, entranced. All the visible area of the stunning eighteen
year old's gorgeous and previously unblemished bottom was now suffused
an angry blushing pink, decorated by two very clearly raised pairs of
dark reddening, almost purple tramlines. It looked excruciatingly sore
and swollen.

As the cane arced back for the last time, not only were the girl's
buttocks quivering, but her long shapely thighs twitched spasmodically
too. The now desperate panting and sniffing from the well-bent 6th
former suddenly stopped as she held her breath and tensed in
anticipation of this awful climax.

Dr Benjamin's fast rasping breathing was the only thing to be heard for
a few seconds. It seemed like time had stopped. The striped young
burning bottom twitched and clenched and unclenched feverishly.

Then the Head let rip. What a scorcher! The supple rattan seemed to wrap
itself momentarily around the lowest curves, exactly on target. It had
the desired effect too. Instantaneously the girl leapt upright, threw
her head back, and yelped like a scalded cat. For an instant she froze,
rigid, her hands clasped low down, grabbing the under-creases of her
bum. She was almost bent backwards, her wet eyes screwed tightly shut,
and her mouth twisting and contorting in sheer blazing agony. After a
few moments she began to hop up and down on the spot, vigorously
massaging her well-striped seat for all she was worth, her breasts
bouncing intriguingly as she did so. Then the tears started to flow.

"S-six..." she sobbed jerkily, "Six sir... six... six... six... !" -
repeating it over and over in case anybody thought she might have some
more to come.

"Mmm - six of the best Wellesley... Hot enough for you was it?"

The tears were now running freely down her scarlet cheeks. Her maroon
school skirt was still up around her waist, because her hands were still
firmly clasped to her buttocks, preventing it from falling, giving me
one last lingering look at the statuesque blonde beauty's fabulously
long and shapely legs.

Dr Benjamin was scarlet now too. So was I come to that. The Head dropped
the cane down on his desk with a dramatic clatter.

"Miss Wellesley will not feel much like smoking again for quite some
time... And she won't feel much like sitting, I'll wager, for quite some
time either - ey, Harborn?!" he added, somewhat cruelly. "What do you say?"

"Errmm... no Headmaster - she won't feel much like sitting, I'm sure..."

"No... so do you think we have taught her a lesson this morning... ?"

"Well it certainly was a... ermm, very good, er, very stiff... er, very
sound punishment headmaster..." It seemed inappropriate to use the word
'stiff' just at that moment.

"Have you anything to say for yourself Wellesley?"

"No sir..." sniffled Lesley-Anne, looking down to avert his searching
gaze. The girl wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands, letting her
skirt drop back down.

"Tears Wellesley? You took your last whacking rather more easily, ey? A
sixer with my number one cane is not so easy to grin and bear is it? ...
And, if you ever feel like defying me again, just think what seven,
eight, or even nine strokes would be like..."

The now quite bedraggled 6th former just sniffed and brushed away
another tear with her left hand, nursing the burning throbbing right
cheek of her shapely bottom with her right hand.

Dr Benjamin sat at his desk and picked up his pen and wrote in the
punishment register, once again slowly speaking the words out loud...

"Lesley-Anne Wellesley... Upper 6a... Smoking in school... Second
offence... Six strokes... Number one cane... Seat..."

All this time the pretty blonde gingerly rubbed the aforementioned seat
of her skirt and sniffed, her breathing still laboured and fast.

"Think you'll be able to help out with punishments then Harborn? Dish
out the odd sore bottom to unruly miscreants like Miss Wellesley here?"

"Err... yes, of course headmaster... certainly..." I hoped I didn't
sound too keen.

"Got to practise your aim. Don't want to put the cane in the same place
twice - a bit too much that... Mind you with the slipper or a tawse
that's the only way to generate a lot of heat back there, and a bit of
respect - repeated application to the same spot... Twelve with the
slipper - six each side in a small area can get quite a vocal reaction -
ey, Wellesley?"

Lesley-Anne sniffed once again, ignoring the Head's rhetorical question.

Just then there was a knock on the door and in walked Miss Dewhurst.

"Ah, Miss Dewhurst - I have dealt with our Upper 6th form smoker..."

"Had her 'just desserts' has she Headmaster?" crowed the middle-aged
spinster. Then she turned to Lesley-Anne with a smug grin. "Will we be
standing up for our history lesson this afternoon Wellesley?"

"Bitch..." muttered the still suffering blonde.

"What was that girl?!" boomed the Head.

"Nothing sir..."

"I am neither deaf nor am I stupid Wellesley! How dare you use language
like that to a member of my staff?!" Dr Benjamin leapt to his feet and
advanced on Lesley-Anne. "In all my years of teaching, I have never come
across anything quite like it! ... I will not cane you again girl -
although you richly deserve it - however your gross insolence cannot go
unpunished... Mr Harborn - bring me a chair..."

I placed a straight-backed chair behind the Headmaster - the very same
one that Katy Ashdown had been bending over just a short time ago. To my
absolute astonishment the great man plonked himself right down on it and
commanded, "Over my knee Wellesley!", and dragged the tall girl,
sprawling over his lap.

"No sir! NO!" pleaded the suddenly panic-stricken blonde, trying to
wriggle free.

"You will either return to my study tomorrow morning for a further six
of the best with the cane Wellesley, or you will take a damned good
spanking right now..."

The pretty girl groaned and went limp. Slowly she stretched her long
legs backwards, and placed her hands submissively on the floor, her
already scorched rear now perched up high over the Head's lap.

Wasting no time he flipped back the short uniform skirt, once again
revealing the girl's small satin white knickers, still high up on her
haunches, and those beautifully red-striped under-cheeks.

Briskly Dr Benjamin spanked Lesley-Anne, first one side and then the
other. Each crisp smack elicited a yelp or a cry from the unfortunate
6th former. The visible flesh began to glow crimson as the spanks rained
down, her bottom juddering and bouncing with every smack.

I was so close to the action this time I could actually see the imprints
of the Head's fingers glowing amidst the livid tracks of the cane.

Lesley-Anne bucked and squirmed, and eventually burst into tears. At
that pivotal point the spanking abruptly stopped.

The whole thing had probably taken less than two minutes, but I
estimated the old boy must have delivered upwards of sixty crisp smacks
in that short time. The girl's hands instinctively came back and cupped
each buttock. What a contrast! The fairness of her hands against the
burning red glow of the lower reaches of her bottom.

"Stand up..." croaked Dr Benjamin, rather thickly.

The sobbing 6th form schoolgirl stood, letting her skirt fall once more.
Her face was a picture of misery and pain.

"Say you're sorry to Miss Dewhurst!"

The poor girl couldn't really speak for crying, but she managed to blurt
out an apology of sorts. Miss Dewhurst looked smugger than ever. Dr
Benjamin looked quite flustered - hot and bothered - after all, his hand
had been connecting with a rather luscious and very hot eighteen year
old female bottom. Hot in every sense of the word...

I was rendered speechless by the whole display. And I simply couldn't
believe that I was being offered the opportunity of doing the same.

Lesley-Anne soon stopped crying and we were all hastily dismissed. Of
course I just had to walk in the same direction as the well-punished
blonde 6th former, so that I could follow and enjoy the last few
moments, as she walked very stiffly and carefully down the corridor, her
hands clasped tightly to the seat of her well-filled skirt. She wasn't
going to sit comfortably any time soon I reckoned...

My first experience of administering corporal punishment came even
sooner than I had dreamed... but that's another story...



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