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SHOCK!

The whole room was full of shock.

Miss Black stood looking at Charlotte who was in the after throws of what can only be described as a truly magnificent orgasm. Convulsions still making her whole body shudder every ten seconds.

Charlotte slowly realised the magnitude of the situation, her legs wide open, her fingers still slowly working on her dribbling pussy, and Miss Black swelling in anger her eyes focussed on what she was still doing.

Fae turned to look at Miss Black, they had all been caught, with a naughty book, and sticky fingers.

Amber and Sapphire sat with the book, and , still slowly and quietly mouthing sexy rude descriptions, as they turned to see their discoverer stood surveying the scene, the obvious scene before her.

…silence ruled for a few final seconds….five,, four, three, two, one.

THEN…..BOOOOOOM!!!

“And what on earth is going on here!”

Miss Black took the book and looked at the open page where a girl was having a carrot shoved up her pussy by another girl, as two more watched!

She tutted, and walked slowly to the front of their secret little room. Their wonderful room of orgasmic pleasure, and their covert club, ‘The Friday Night Masturbation Club’. Which they could see collapsing in rubble around the feet of Miss Black.

Amidst the rubble of their sexy, naughty, little club, looking strong, scary and magnificent stood Miss Black. Who in a loud, clear, perfectly controlled voice, spoke…”Sit down at your desks!”

Like scurrying rats they fled in fear to their desks, obeying Miss Black.

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Asa

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…the first part was devoted mainly to another of my favourite pupils, namely Charlotte. So let me reintroduce you to Kate in this second part to the St.Helena series.

Mr. Asa Jones MA (Oxon)
(Headmaster of St. Helena’s High School)

Introduction

Here is a picture of Kate looking all sweet and innocent, as though butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth! However, don’t be deceived! She can be a naughty and wayward little minx requiring frequent spanking to keep her on the straight and narrow! Then butter would certainly melt on her hot bottom!

You wouldn’t believe what mischief she can get up to when she is left unattended for too long, as you will see. Until the arrival of Miss Tamara Kenworthy as Head of Discipline, the task of ‘dealing’ with her inevitably fell to me, Mr. Asa Jones, as the Headmaster of St. Helena’s. Whilst trying to curb Kate’s wayward behaviour could be utterly exasperating and annoying at times, I developed a real liking for the girl. In my presence, she was always very polite and more than willing to do anything that I asked. The girl had a real joy for life. Nothing that she did was ever malicious, but her behaviour sometimes fell far short of what was expected of a well brought up young lady. To say that I didn’t enjoy punishing her would be a lie. She accepted whatever I ‘dished out’ without complaint, even if it was one of my more severe thrashings with a cane or strap. Her bottom, like Charlotte’s, was a joy to spank.

What follows is a series of examples of Kate’s ‘wayward behaviour’ and the consequences of that behaviour.

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CHAPTER ONE

Kate finds herself in detention and ends up being soundly strapped over the vaulting horse

As so often happens, Kate has been naughty, but not enough to earn her a spanking (although she would much prefer it to detention). So it was that on an afternoon in early September, that she found herself sitting in the detention room writing one hundred times:

‘I must not make noises like breaking wind when Mr Brocklebank is teaching history.’

She was on line 85 when boredom and an aching wrist became so irksome that she decided to relieve it by seeing what else she could get up to. I had left her there alone because I was short of staff to manage the detention and I had much pressing work to do. Silly me! I should not have trusted her at all really, although my office was only just two doors away.
In my absence, she caught sight of a fleet of delivery vehicles and their drivers in the yards next door to the school. Many of them were handsome young men in their early twenties.

To begin with, her antics were quite innocent, blobbing her tongue out and waving at them. They shouted back noisily. I heard them, but didn’t think much of it. I had heard them before you see, usually playing a game of football at lunchtime or in their afternoon tea break.

However, I noticed the noise getting louder and stood up to see what the commotion was all about. Their gaze was aimed to my right, I opened the window slightly and could then hear them quite clearly…

”Get ’em down luv! ….”

“Show us your cunt!…”

“Get your tits out you naughty girl…”

“Lovely arse!…”

“Strip off, show us what you’ve got!”

“Kate! What the hell was happening?” I stood up and set off to the Detention Room where I had left her.

Unbeknown to me, she was flashing her bare bottom at them, and was just starting to shove her fingers up her bottom and into her pussy. One of her most common crimes was masturbating in stupid places, sometimes with ridiculous insertions!

I flung the door open and caught her red handed! “What on earth do you think you are doing? You naughty girl!”

A huge cheer went up, with much pointing, laughter and jeering, when they realised that she had been caught!

Don’t bother pulling those up, young lady! You know what is going to happen! If you are so fond of showing your bottom to all and sundry, you can damn well show it to me as I lay a strap across it! Follow me!”

…”Follow me! Like I said, do not bother pulling your school knickers up, they will be coming straight back down anyway!” I said loudly as I marched quickly to my office, with Kate struggling to hold her green regulation school knickers up and keep up with me! As we passed other girls, they clasped their hands to their mouth in surprise, then giggled and pointed at her sorry plight. News always travels fast, and the latest spanking of naughty Kate would be hot news.

I reached my office and she waddled in, quite comically behind me.

“Yes young lady, you may well look sulky and nervous! I am going to thrash your bare buttocks over the vaulting horse! How dare you show your bottom to all those work men, and shove your fingers in various holes whilst they shout obscenities? Hmmm? Well if you are so intent on displaying your bare bottom, let’s show it to the school shall we?”

With a flourish I drew back the long curtains and opened the French Windows onto the quadrangle, where numerous girls were gathered.

They soon began to clamour for a good view, the air filling with chatter and excitement.

“Get to the horse young lady! Let’s teach that bottom of yours a lesson it will not forget in a hurry….AND! THERE WILL BE A LETTER TYPED FOR YOU TO TAKE HOME TO YOUR PARENTS!”

A knowing ‘Oooooooh’ rippled through the gathered ensemble. They all knew that this would result in another thrashing at home.

“Very impressive mounting, you stupid girl! Did I say get on it? And will the girls be able to see your quivering buttocks getting the strap that way around? GET ROUND HERE NOW YOU SILLY DISOBEDIENT GIRL!” I angrily shouted.

She was in a real tangle and hardly knew what to do. She was scared and crying. I pointed to the spot I wanted her in, feeling a little harsh.

“Right, calm down, stop dithering about. Stand here, and when I say get over, get over, facing that way. You know very well that you have been an extremely naughty young girl, and at my school, naughty girls go home with bright red sore bottoms. It is for your own good, I get no pleasure from it! I am here to put you girls on the right path to being responsible adults. You, my dear girl, are a very long way from that path at present!”

“Get over, present your bottom!”

I picked up the heavy thick, unforgiving, senior strap, and placed it beside her and watched her wiggling soft bottom settle into position. I knew that the sight of it would shock her. It is a terrifying piece of tanned leather.

Then I began. Between every whack across those well rounded, soft cheeks, I loudly scolded her….

THWACK, “Ooooowwwwwwwww!”

”You naughty girl!”……. THWACK! “Owwwwwwwwowwwowww!” …

“How dare you…” THWACK! ”Ooooooooohhhhh!”

“….bring such disgrace to our school?” THWACK! “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeooooowwww!”

“You have let yourself down…” THWACK!
“Ohhhhhhhwwwwwwwwwww…wwwww…sob…sob…sob”

…”The school down!” THWACK! “Owwwwwwwwwoooooooohhhh!”

…”Your friends down!” THWACK! “”Yeeeeeeoiiiiiooooooww!”

…“Me down!” THWACK!

“Your parents down!” THWACK! “Ohhhhhwwwwwwwowwwww!” …

And so I continued to leather her steadily reddening, writhing young bottom cheeks.

It was a magnificent beating, with her legs kicking wildly, much screaming, begging and apologising too. Some of the watching girls made noises of shock, but a fair number mocked her and even encouraged me to lay into her harder!

“Come on Sir, you can wallop her bottom much harder than that!”

‘ Make her squeal and beg you to stop.”

“Her bottom is in no way red enough yet!”

There was nothing like watching a public thrashing to bring out the sadistic side of some girls! Perhaps I should have called them in and given them a dose of the strap as well to see if they liked it, but I was far too intent on thrashing Kate to take that action.

Finally I stopped strapping her. She lay across the horse blubbering uncontrollably, a shaking wreck of a naughty girl! Her bright red bottom was a swollen and blistering example of what happens to a naughty girl. The other girls stood looking, then slowly, after changing places to get better looks, they dispersed.

As her crying slowly subsided I told her to dismount, and stand with her hands on her head by the vaulting horse until home time….. in disgrace and shame, a silly sniffing spectacle of naughtiness. I shut the French Windows, but left the curtains wide open. A steady trail of girls between classes and in breaks came to see…Some to giggle and point, others to just stand and stare.

Slowly the redness of her bottom calmed.

Various visitors to my study came and went, her arms must have been numb when I passed her the letter for her parents and dismissed her.

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Right then, it is on to Miss Kenworthy’s Story now!

Asa

Thank you to Robyn Jones, my editor, and her tireless work on my stories, which were a little jumbled, but are now forming into what I hoped they might. If I was a locked padlock, hanging on an old oak door, behind which, spanking secrets were stored, then she is the magic key you have searched for…

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Chapter 1: Introduction to St Helena’s

Imagine a place in the universe, almost the same as here, almost, but with one wonderful difference….spanking!

Spanking is a world-wide practice in this other world used to keep naughty women in line. The judicial system everywhere is pretty much the same as in our world, but, at the first offence, to avoid a criminal record, a woman of any age, is offered the chance to attend a special school. A school where corporal punishment, in all its different forms, is used at the discretion of the School Head and staff for as long as their ‘sentence’ is in force.

Quite simply, they have to agree to having their bottoms disciplined.

One such school is Saint Helena’s High School for Wayward Girls. I am the Headmaster. My name is Mr Jones, Mr Asa Jones. I have been here for five years. Things are going well, but it is time for a change. However, before I tell you of the change, let me show you how it is now.

This is the school I have set it in. It is very close to where I live, but is no longer a school. The grounds are now quiet, but are open to the public. I’ve had girlfriends who went here, who told me of the strict Headmistress who spanked and caned freely, often without mercy…

The main entrance is straight up the drive. However, if you walk to the manicured lawns to the right, and look at the side of the building, thus…

Can you see that rather impressive entrance, with the curved stone steps?

Well, the French windows lead into the Headmistress’ Office extending to the right. The last window on the right was the secretary’s office, where girls reported for punishment, sometimes to leave their knickers there for collection afterwards. I have it on good authority from girls that went there, that many bare bottom spankings and canings took place in the space behind the French Windows, and also a few, on the steps outside. Lights were left on, and curtains left open, so that girls walking by could see the punishments take place. There were no restrictions on how many stood to watch. So if a girl was unpopular or had done something particularly bad, a large group would gather in a semi circle to watch the culprit get their just desserts.

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After applying for my school to become a ‘Correctional/reformatory’ school things grew slowly. At first I mixed the girls on remand with the ‘normal’ girls who found it rather fun to get these girls into trouble on purpose. This was unacceptable to me, so I took the brave step, just over four and a half years ago, to accept only the girls sent to me by the courts.

I had much to learn. My reputation of being a strict disciplinarian had got me the job, and it stood me in good stead. But the importance of subtle things, like putting a girl back in school uniform, and how it had a profound effect on a naughty young woman, was something to be learned through experience and guidance. The Ministry of Education Reform School Board issued me with a detailed guide manual and equipment.

We had annual inspections. It was very tough, but I stuck at it, and after three years I gained my first ‘Excellent’ rating.

All the teachers in my school were female, and all had their own cane. Discipline ruled. Delinquents came in and later young ladies were discharged after the approval of the Board.

I ran the school and was pretty much like Headmasters of any typical school. However, I kept myself aloof. I needed to be a figure the young ladies were scared of, a man to be respected. If they had the misfortune to come to my office, they invariably left with a very sore bottom.

One girl from those early years, who always comes to my mind readily when thinking of punished bare bottoms, was a girl called Kate.

I employed what I called a ‘mirror of shame’. My idea was that, if a girl saw herself being punished and stood by it when undergoing her post-spanking ‘corner time’, this would add an element of humiliation to her spanking. This element was further increased by the fact that I had many visitors to my study, such as the postman, my secretary, town councillors and Board inspectors. All sorts of people. If a girl was stood before the mirror, they would have to remain in my study throughout my meeting, with her bare red bottom on display.

However, as a result of frequent contact with Kate, I became increasingly aware that some girls saw a spell at my school as something to enjoy rather than to hate. My reforming plan failed to take into account the fact that some girls were natural submissives, who loved nothing better than to be spanked. Kate was one such girl. They were my favourite naughty girls, who would return time and time again to receive my punishments.

Here are a few pictures of Kate bent over one of my study’s chairs for her first ever spanking:

After this first spanking, her entrances into my study slowly became bolder.

Her uniform was often worn provocatively, and this was her most common reason for being sent to me. Each time I punished her, I told her to get it corrected. But, to be honest, she was a joy to spank!

I had an array of apparatus at my disposal as you will see, but all ended up with a session before the mirror. I remember on this particular instance that the postman came in, and left with his face redder than her bottom! I could tell that the poor young man wanted to stare at her, but politely just gave her a quick glance.

And so it went on, both submissive and non-submissive girls came in a steady stream, day after delicious spanking day.

Here are some more examples, to show some of the spanking and flogging apparatus I have at my disposal.

This one is a small rocking chair I get a girl to kneel on. Once you get into a good rhythm you whack away at her bottom. They rock forward, usually squealing, then as they rock backwards …THWACK! I deliver another stroke which inevitably drives them forward again with yet more squealing! I like to use this when demonstrating my skill to new staff. It shows me at my ‘flogging best’, especially if I do a flourish with the cane in between each stroke!

This next shot shows a blubbering girl gently rocking to a standstill, all extremely satisfying.

I also have a padded spanking bench, which means the culprit’s bottom is low, yet presented almost horizontally. This was similar to the benches used in the past for judicial punishments. This position enables a great swing from well back, to swish down on the buttocks, rather than a sideways swipe. My word! I make some girls scream on this!

Anyway, I could tell you about my vast array of equipment all day! But that is not really why we are here. As my popularity with the Board of Education grew, so did the number of girls referred to me by the Courts. Eventually we became an ‘Academy of Correction’, which in real terms meant that all the girls were naughty girls sent from the courts. Slowly our area of operation grew, so that we served the whole of the north of the County.

My staff were excellent in both teaching and discipline. However, as the need for discipline grew, as the type of girl we were entrusted with became like the type of girls mentioned above, I started to get the first rumblings of dissatisfaction from them.

My first action was to take charge of induction. This meant that a girl would come straight from court in her civilian clothes, and, depending upon what level of correction she needed, she got issued with a suitable uniform and her first punishment. It was a provision of the courts that, on arrival, a girl should always have her first dose of punishment.

So in they came, some nervous, worried and shy, others full of bravado. They ranged from a timid girl who had strayed, and needed a few terms of harsh discipline, to the outright brat…girls who needed a sound flogging on the bare buttocks, regularly and of increasing intensity, until they behaved themselves.

Let me introduce you to a timid girl first of all, and show you how things proceeded. Her name is Molly. She is still here and from time to time needs a plimsol or cane across her cheeks, but all in all, by our standards, she is quite a good girl!

She arrived like most timid girls, quite well-dressed and I was struck by her very modern hairstyle. All girls have a ‘mugshot’ for our files.

We take one when they come, like Molly here, they arrive in all shapes and styles of dress.

But by the time we allow them to leave, they conform to our very high standards like Charlotte and her friend Samantha here.

On arrival I would be to give them a reprimand and tell them in no uncertain manner what to expect. Then, much to their surprise, I would make them strip naked, placing their old civilian clothes into a bag, which was duly sealed and labelled.

I would point out that I knew exactly why they were here, and would make them confess their actions before a cross. Religious or not, confession before this Christian Icon seemed to have a profound effect on their minds.

As I tidied away their clothes, I would pass whichever style uniform was allotted, and tell them to put it on.

Most would look quite happy about it, strangely enough, although some objected. I think that having the pressures of the modern social media controlled world taken away from them and thrust into the 1950’s, so to speak, was quite comforting and, to many, very exciting!

We all had to attend a psychology course about the makeup of young women’s minds, and it proved very useful. I knew now that, for many of them, a good telling off could be quite sexually exciting. So I would leave them alone for ten minutes, to consider things. They knew that on my return they would be spanked. Very often, in fact almost every time, in this wonderful world I live in, they masturbated in my absence.

They knew I understood. On my return their glistening pussies, damp knickers and smell of love juice would make them blush.

I would usually get straight into their punishment then.

It was difficult to estimate how much a girl would struggle and kick, so for the first time I nearly always got them to bend over my piano stool, their bottom high and palms on the floor. If they tried to protect themselves they would fall forward onto their heads.

Not only that, it is a very revealing and humiliating introduction to the world of corporal punishment.

After their first punishment it was a tradition that they remained in place on show. Usually as a class of girls they had never met came in giggling and passing various comments about her. So long as they were not too vociferous, I allowed almost anything. This humiliation did a new girl the world of good!

So for now, we will leave her blushing, both her face and her bottom, before the cat-calling giggling tormentors…..

”Who’s been a naughty girl then?!”…

“Who’s had their naughty little botty spanked then?!”…

“Isn’t your bum such a lovely colour?!”

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