The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans – Part Eight

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Karen’s second slippering

Charlotte knocked on the door of Miss Tanner’s study and entered.

“So sorry to interrupt you headmistress, but I’ve got Karen outside waiting in my office. You’d never believe it, but she’s been sent to you yet again by Miss Flood.”

“What?! I don’t believe it. What has the wretched girl done this time?”

“Apparently, headmistress, she was caught stealing some sweets from some of the junior girls’ sports bags in the changing rooms whilst they were having a PE lesson,” answered Charlotte.

“Not exactly a major offence in the grand scheme of things, but it’s still classed as stealing in my book. This is the third time the wretched girl has been sent to me in a matter of three weeks! I’m beginning to suspect that our Miss Karen Smith rather enjoys having her bottom smacked. She must get something out of it, a bit like you Charlotte, otherwise she wouldn’t come back so soon for more!”

Charlotte blushed at this reference to her own submissive streak and love of having her bottom smacked, but managed to reply, “You might well be right, headmistress. Perhaps we might cure her of this perverse streak if we step up her punishment to a more severe level …perhaps you could give her a good caning?” Charlotte added. She had never seen a cane being used in action and was eager to witness one.

“Maybe you’re right, Charlotte. However, I don’t think that her offence quite warrants a caning. I like to reserve caning for the most serious offences as the ultimate deterrent. No, I think another slightly longer slippering will suffice for the moment. However, I think we’ll try to spice it up a bit for her and hopefully it will be more exciting for me, as well as you! Fetch me a size 10 plimsoll and that little wooden stool from my punishment store if you will, Charlotte. Whilst you do that I’ll fetch Karen Williams from your office.

Charlotte was slightly puzzled as to how this stool might ‘spice things up’, but went into the storeroom to retrieve the stool and plimsoll as instructed. She remembered seeing it when she had explored the room last week in Miss Tanner’s absence. It looked a bit like an old-fashioned milking stool, she thought, although it had four rather than three legs.

When she returned to the headmistress’s study with the stool in her hand, Miss Tanner instructed her to place it in front of a small desk at the side of the room. Initially she placed it just in front of the desk, but Miss Tanner got her to move it slightly further away. Satisfied with its placement, she then instructed Karen to stand on the stool and bend over resting her hands on the desk. Charlotte thought that her position was rather precarious, although it did help to elevate her bottom nicely.

Before Charlotte could wonder any more about the purpose of the stool, Miss Tanner spoke, “Miss Evans, would you please prepare Karen’s bottom ready to receive her slippering.”

“Yes, of course, headmistress,” said Charlotte, stepping forward and raising Karen’s skirt. She then pulled her knickers down, making sure that they were neatly rolled up half way down her thighs. Both ladies immediately noticed that Karen’s bottom bore evidence of a recent spanking, her bottom displaying a pale blush of pinky red.

“It looks as though you have recently been spanked Karen. Who did this?” enquired Miss Tanner.

“It was my mother, Miss,” replied Karen.

“I see. Why did she spank you?”

“Oh, I didn’t do the washing up when I was supposed to do it and left my dirty clothes on my bedroom floor, Miss.”

“Does she spank you often, Karen?”

“Quite often, Miss.”

“You’re clearly a rather naughty young lady, aren’t you?”

“I suppose I must be, Miss.”

“Out of interest, how does she spank you, Karen?”

“She usually puts me across her knee and spanks my bottom with her hand, although she sometimes uses her hairbrush if she thinks I’ve been very naughty.”

“And does she spank you on your knickers or across your bare bottom?”

“Oh, it’s always on the bare, Miss. She says it’s the only way.”

“Ah, a lady of after my own heart,” said Miss Tanner, smiling at Charlotte.

“One final question, Karen. Given that you seem to be spanked rather frequently, do you enjoy having your bottom spanked? Tell me the truth.”

After a short silent pause, Karen replied, sounding somewhat embarrassed, “I’m not sure what you mean, Miss.”

“It’s a very simple question, Karen….do you enjoy someone slapping your bare bottom?”

“Sometimes, Miss, but not always. It hurts a lot at the time, but it leaves a lovely warm feeling afterwards.”

“I thought that you might get something out of it for you to keep coming back for more. A spanking is meant to deter you from misbehaving. It’s not meant to encourage you! Clearly the spankings you’ve received so far have not been severe enough to act as a deterrent. I propose to rectify this deficiency, starting from now. Today, I’m going to give you two dozen very hard whacks with my size 10 plimsoll. If you reappear in my study again, I will be forced to give you twelve very hard strokes with my whippiest cane and there will be no gentle warm up spanking to precede it. Do I make myself very clear, Karen?”

“Oh yes, Miss, very clear,” replied Karen, resigned to her fate, her legs trembling in fearful anticipation as she perched on the small stool. She felt extremely vulnerable like this with her bare bottom stuck high in the air.

“Right Miss Evans. Please pass me the plimsoll and then stand back over there,” said Miss Tanner, indicating a spot on the carpet with an uninterrupted view of the proceedings. “I’m sure that you will be fascinated to watch me wallop Karen’s bottom again with this plimsoll,” she said, staring at Charlotte as she took the plimsoll from her outstretched hand.

Miss Tanner’s pointed comment didn’t go unnoticed by Charlotte as she was held by Miss Tanner’s gaze. Miss Tanner noticed a slight tremble in Charlotte’s outstretched hand as she passed the plimsoll. She also detected a strange look cross Charlotte’s face. Was this an expression of excited anticipation or was it a sign of fear? Perhaps it was a bit of both; a heady cocktail of fear and excitement? Whichever it was, Charlotte had agreed to undergo a sound slippering this Friday from her Mistress for exploring the punishment room behind her back. There was no going back! Her secretary would be receiving a very sound slippering. Oh yes indeed!

Miss Tanner tapped the plimsoll across her left hand a few times saying,”Naughty girls deserve to have their bare bottoms spanked very hard, don’t you think Miss Evans?”

“Oh yes, Headmistress, they certainly do!” Charlotte replied nervously.

Turning her attention now to Karen’s bent over form, Miss Tanner gently tapped each of her buttocks gently several times with the plimsoll, making them wobble slightly.

“Right Karen, it’s time for your slippering. I’m going to make this one an extra hard one, so you’ll need to brace yourself. Try not to fall off the stool you’re standing on. If you do, I’ll start the count again from the beginning!”

Without further ado, she raised the plimsoll high over her shoulder and brought it slamming down hard across Karen’s left cheek… WHACK! “Yeowwhhhh!”

Charlotte winced as the slipper whacked down. She loved the sight and sound, but she also realised that it wouldn’t be long before her bottom would be on the firing line.

Another whack followed in quick succession, this time delivered across Karen’s right cheek…WHACK! “Yeeeouchh!”

Two fresh bright red marks now adorned Karen’s quivering cheeks, clearly visible through the pinkish background of her recent maternal spanking.

After a short pause, Miss Tanner set to with a will, her study filled with the combined sound of loud whacks, accompanied by Karen’s loud cries and howls of pain. Her bottom squirmed and gyrated as it rapidly took on a brighter red colour, not dissimilar to the glowing embers of a fire. Miss Tanner was certainly ‘fanning the flames’ in Karen’s deserving bottom in a most effective manner! Karen’s feet struggled to remain on the small bench, but she held onto the desk for grim death to steady herself. She knew that if she fell off the stool, the punishment would start again from the beginning.

Charlotte watched the proceedings with a mixture of awe, arousal and fear churning around in her brain and stomach. Miss Tanner certainly knew how to wallop a girl. Would she be able to cope when she received the promised slippering on Friday afternoon? It was going to hurt… a lot!


Relentlessly the slippering continued, steadily inching towards its final conclusion.

After the eighteenth whack had been delivered, Miss Tanner paused to draw breath, standing back to identify any areas of Karen’s bottom which may not yet have been visited by the plimsoll. Satisfied that the once pale cheeks were now a uniform bright red, she renewed her grip on the plimsoll and delivered the final six strokes. She aimed for the lowest, meatiest section of Karen’s throbbing cheeks with a slight upward swing, virtually lifting the girl off the stool. The strokes came deliberately slowly, to allow for each burning sting to fully blossom before the arrival of the next.







As the echo of the final whack evaporated, all that could be heard was Karen’s loud sobbing and snivelling. Miss Tanner stood back, with a look of deep satisfaction.

“Take a good look, Miss Evans. That is a very well spanked bottom, don’t you think?”

Charlotte stared at Karen’s now extremely red, twitching cheeks and gulped, unconsciously feeling her own bottom. “Oh yes, headmistress, very well spanked.”

“Right, Karen, you may step down from the stool. Miss Evans, please assist her and place her in the corner to contemplate the error of her ways. I sincerely hope that I have cured your desire for having your bottom spanked and I won’t see you in here again.”

“Oh yes, (sob, sob, sob) headmistress.”

Charlotte wasn’t at all convinced that Miss Tanner had achieved her goal, but kept her thoughts to herself. She had noticed the tell-tale signs of Karen’s arousal slowly trickling down the inside of her thighs as she helped the girl off her perch.

With Karen placed with her bared bottom on display in the corner and her hands firmly on her head, Miss Tanner and Charlotte sat down to fill in the latest punishment book entry and discuss what other work needed completing that day.

Finally Karen was told to adjust her clothing and leave. Charlotte returned to her office and sat down. She tried to get on with some work, but images of Karen’s wriggling red bottom receiving whack after whack kept floating through her mind, a nagging reminder of her appointment with Miss Tanner tomorrow afternoon.

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