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Marie and Jean met Lucy and George part 9/10

Having returned from buying my cane at the Morrisons, and after another cup of coffee. Lucy repeated her offer of giving me a taste of the cane, since I have never felt one being applied to my bottom.”I meant what I said, and when you are bent over before him, you will be glad of the experience, forewarned is forearmed!”

It made sense. “Okay, do your worst!”

She flexed that cane, made it whistle through the air. It was as if she grew in stature before me. I shivered.   “Skirt up and knickers down, naughty girl!”

I apprehensively offered my bare butt for my first taste of the cane. 

THAWCK!

“AH! OH! OUCH! AIE!”

I danced with both hands vainly, trying to rub away the blazing stripe etched across my derriere. “Merde! That stings!”

She laughed. “Now you know what to expect! You will be getting six strokes, and each time you rub or dance around the stroke will be repeated.”

“Huh!”

“Want another one to learn how to take it like an English schoolgirl?”

“No thanks!”

I felt that cane stroke burning my bottom for at least ten minutes.

The boys had decided to give me till the weekend. Lucy teased that they want a nice fresh target. I pulled a face, which made her laugh.   Next morning I was, as usual, the first one to be awake. I lay there watching Jean’s hairy chest rising and falling steadily as he peacefully breathed. I love a man’s hairy chest, it is so sexy. One of his arm was across his toned tummy, and his hand looked powerful. I remembered my first fessée, and I felt sexy.

I lay on my tummy and put a pillow under me, so my bottom was presented high. I tickled his nose. He sneezed. “What the bloody hell are you doing?”

“Waking you up. I have something to show you.” I smiled, so he did not think I had anything bad to show him.

“Oh good grief, sometimes!” He frowned. Then his face broke into a smile. He can never stay annoyed with me for long. “Sorry, what have you got to show me?”

I stuck up my thumb like a hitchhiker and pointed to my bottom.

“Wow! What? Who?”

I told him all about Lucy having given me a taste of the cane. He found it exciting and said that he would have loved to watch. I told him how I had danced around rubbing my bum. One thing led to another, and before long, I was bouncing up and down on him!

  I was thankful to have plenty of homework to take my mind off my coming punishment. I worked hard and felt encouraged by the perspective of being severely punished as an English schoolgirl.

In school, Lucinda and her A Team kept their distances as we had showed them that we can defend ourselves, but they still teased me with tales of purple welts that will be felt and show for days.

Anyway, I was determined to succeed, and Miss Fritton had promised that I would have my A-levels with honors.

Saturday eventually came without being asked, and this time it was to be at our place, since I was the one to be disciplined. George showed Jean how to cane a leather cushion. “Its only about your wrist and the flexibility of the rod.” I shuddered with the whistling of the cane and the resounding impact.

Jean also teased with telling me that it will hurt him more than me. I was about to say something rude when he sternly told me to keep my hands on the back of our sofa. Then he raised my skirt and lowered my knickers down to my knees. I couldn’t help a deep blush as my derriere was bared in front of Lucy and George.

He had the cane singing before announcing. “I do not want any nonsense. This is a punishment. You have asked for it, and it will be given as one. Understand?”

“Yes Sir.” It seemed correct and respectful to call him this. This was no longer the love of my life. This was an English father about to punish his naughty daughter. He was magnifique, and I felt so shamefully bare. 

He rolled his sleeve up. It was so sexy. I felt sexy and scared. It was sexily frightening. I pushed my bottom up and out.

THWACK…. “owwwwwwwww”   I stood and frantically rubbed with both hands the stripe of fire blazing across my bum.   George told Jean. “If she again rubs, repeat the stroke.”

THWACK…. “ooooooooooohh”   I again stood and rubbed. I was ashamed not to be taking my punishment as I imagined how an English schoolgirl would take it.   The stroke was repeated.   THWACK…..” Owwwwww-Owwwww- Owww.”   Again both my hands flew back to rub my burning bottom, but they didn’t reach my bum. I had willed them to return onto the back of the sofa.

THWACK…..” Owwwwwwww-Owwwww- Owww.”

THWACK…..”Ohhhhhhhhh-Ooooooh…Owwwww”   I was bawling, my eyes were brimming. I was jiggling my bottom and shamelessly showing everything I have.

THWACK…..”OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”

THWACK……”OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!”  

When Jean had given me the belt, Lucy was bare bum next to me, but this time I was the only one to be bare butt in the room. I was maybe imagining it, but somehow I felt the gaze of George and Lucy. 

  It was done, I was caned before an audience like an English school girl would be caned in the living room as an example for her siblings.   I could see that Jean wanted to hug me, but he did not. I understood. I was punished. He sternly ordered me to stand in the corner with my hands above my head and my elbows touching the wall. It was a strange sexy feeling to be exposing my incandescent butt.   I reflected. You work hard and you will graduate with honors as Miss Fritton as promised or you will be punished. It is your choice, and Jean has proven that he can do it. Pull your socks up and tug your miniskirt down, girl!
Later, Lucy suggested that I take a long soak with Epsom salt. Jean had a hard time mopping the bathroom floor as we made horizontal boogie in the Jacuzzi.

B and Asa
To be continued with the Epilogue  

School Matrons

Staying with the school theme, some of you might prefer to imagine yourself draped over a nurse’s lap being given some ‘alternative therapy’ across your own bottom! I‘m sure that there are many ex-prep school men who have fantasised about being spanked by a young school matron as in the two examples below – the first collage is of Amelia Jane Rutherford from ‘Schoolmistress Fantasy.com’. Given that she is a tall lady, she does exude an eminently dominant persona, although in reality she is usually more of a submissive.

A very formidable army of school matrons who clearly don’t tolerate fools and malingerers with their plimsolls, hair brushes and canes at the ready!

A visit to Matron’s sitting Room, means not much sitting in the immediate future, and will be a rather warming experience for this young man.

Here is a rather beautifully filmed scene from ‘Caned Schoolgirls’ called ‘Stairwell Punishments’. Three schoolgirls have been sent to the Matron for discipline. They must sit on the stairwell and each wait their turn for punishment by the Matron who is sitting at the top of the stairs. The first girl called up has never been disciplined at school before, so she receives only an OTK hand spanking. The other two are repeat offenders and they are dealt with more harshly, first being spanked OTK and then bent over the chair for a hard caning.

A close up of the action, with all three girls bottoms on display!

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continued…

You were quite fascinated by this beautiful girl in Victorian dress sat by my side. Just what kept her so immobile while in disgrace, what could the strange apparatus beneath her skirts be?

She had an aura about her, her sleepy eyes made her first look like she had taken to the opium habit, but as you looked into them, they could only be described as sultry. She was drawing you in, and quite obviously, she loved the fact that you were staring, first into her eyes, and then down to her pussy. The crack in her split drawers was tantilisingly just open.

She adjusted her skirts further.

“What on earth?” You asked yourself as you looked to my amused eyes, and back to her pussy. Something protruding from the stool, was inside her. You looked closer.

Then you looked back at me. I smiled once more, “She is skewered. In both holes, she can adjust, but not get up, unless she waddles like a duck with the stool between her legs. She is learning obedience.”

More to come…

A little explanation…

You will see all parts of this in the next chapter, of Part Three of this huge undertaking,of at least five volumes. (Click on Photo Stories in the menu above) but you seem to like this ‘threes’ format. So for now…To see the rest of the threes, click here… BUT NOTE, from now on, these will be stand alone sets, like photo sets, and not all grouped in the section below, so when you click here, you will only find 1-9 …hope that makes a bit of sense!

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Volume Three – Chapter 3 ~ Part one:

Three very naughty girls get their comeuppance.

As you must now be aware by now, Miss Tamara Kenworthy, my Head of Discipline, was a major asset in helping me run my school, more or less relieving me of the day to day duties of punishing any misbehaving girls. She performed the role extremely effectively and efficiently. She was literally my ‘right hand man’ or, I should really say, ‘right hand woman’!
However, there were occasions when she was absent from school, usually attending various training courses that the School Board felt necessary for senior staff. In these instances, it fell to me as Headmaster to take on the role of Head of Discipline.

I shall recount one major disciplinary incident I can vividly recall having to deal with when Miss Kenworthy was absent from school on one of these occasions.  She had been invited to give a key speech to a group of senior teachers in London at a teacher’s seminar on ‘How to improve discipline in your school’. She was clearly well qualified to give such a speech and had taken along two of our girls to provide a practical demonstration of her skills.

Anyway, at great expense to the school I had arranged a trip to the Natural History Museum in London. I took all  thirty six of the lower sixth girls. All behaved well, apart from Charlotte, Kate and a new girl called Stephanie.

The next day I received an anonymous photo through the school’s Facebook account, which had already got eight thousand likes. It showed these three girls disgracing their school uniform by displaying their bare bottoms out of the back window of the bus.

In the absence of Miss Kenworthy, it fell to me as headmaster to deal with such a serious situation which could badly tarnish the school’s reputation. I decided to place them all in detention, each writing 500 lines:
“Displaying my bare bottom out of the back window of the school bus is totally unacceptable.’

When they had completed these, I intended to bare their offending bottoms and give them a damn good hiding with my plimsoll!

Within five minutes of being left alone, I could hear them chattering to each other and giggling!

‘Right! Enough is enough! Let’s get those bottoms bared!’ I said to myself and marched into the classroom and coughed loudly,
“AHEMMM!”
They immediately shut up and sat back down at their desks, trying to look as though they hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Do you think I’m stupid?! Don’t look so innocent. I cannot leave you five minutes on your own, can I?”

“All of you, on your feet now!”

As the three girls stood up, I said, very firmly, “Make a line before me,” pointing to the floor. “Just here, come on, quickly now!”

Three very nervous, naughty, pleasingly plump young bottoms, came wiggling to where I pointed.

“That’s it, side by side…you on the end Kate.”

“Stop shuffling about Kate,I just said get on the end facing me…hurry! That’s it. And you Stephanie, stop grinning! It’s a spanking you are all about to get, not a reward for good behaviour!”

“Smiling at me like butter wouldn’t melt will not make any difference. Stand with your backs straight, shoulders back!”

“Marginally better but stop squirming Kate! And damn well stop fiddling with the hem of your gym slip!”

‘‘Yes Mr Jones, sorry Sir,’’ replied a humble and subdued Kate.

more to come…

Asa