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She did as I requested and tried to pull her knickers up.
“It’s no good trying to pull your school knickers up now young lady is it? They will be coming straight down for your punishment! I know I have just made you remove it from your person, but now…pick it up again and stand there!” I said pointing to a place on the carpet.
You see, an idea had shot into my mind, and rather a good one it was too.
She picked up the bell and moved into the spot I had indicated.
“Right then young lady! I am giving you twelve on each cheek with the plimsoll. Hold the bell straight out in front of you. Every time it rings, I shall start your punishment again!”
‘Awwwwww, yes Mr Jones.”
She held the bell out before her as I walked to the punishment cupboard for my size fifteen plimsol, a huge beast of a thing, with the thickest, hardest rubber sole one could buy.
“That”s not good enough! Bend your knees more, push your bottom well out for your spanking, you naughty girl!”
I began….THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!…DING!
“Owwwwww, owwwwww, owwwwwooooh”
“i shall start again!”
“Ohhhhh Mr Jones, please Sir, don’t start again! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!”
THWACK! THWAAAACK!! THWAAAAAAAACK!!!…..DING DING DING!
“Oooooh, Owwwwwwww! OOOOWWWWWWWWOOOOOWWWWOHH!”
“We start again!”
Eventually she manages to stay still, receiving double the original number of whacks I had intended to award her – twenty-four ‘thwacks’ to be precise!
Despite the fact that I knew her arms must be killing her, I made her stay in this position holding the bell for a full five minutes.
Then the next class came in, giggling at her predicament.
“Right, lower your arms, keep you skirt up and knickers down. You can walk to the secretary’s office, tell her what you have done and ask her for a detailed letter of your crime and punishment to take home to your parents. Make sure you bring it back duly signed tomorrow!!!!”
‘Sniff….sniff….yes, Mr Jones.’
As she left, the Christmas carol ‘Ding, dong merrily on high’ came into my mind!