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Part One… A warm welcome for Karen

Let me start by giving you an account of how Miss Kenworthy conducts her ‘welcome’ session with a girl referred to the School by one of the local Courts. Borrowing from the practice of Victorian girls’ reformatories, all new pupils were subjected to a correctional welcome to ensure that they were under no illusions that life was going to be easy for them whilst under our care. They were here to be ‘reformed’, transformed into well-behaved and educated young ladies, ultimately to be released back into mainstream society.

The young lady in this account is called Karen. She had been referred by the Courts for a series of offences involving truancy from school and a string of petty thefts.

On arrival at St.Helena’s, Karen was met by Miss Kenworthy and led to her ‘Report Room’.

Karen stood in the middle of the room looking rather scruffily and casually dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a blue hoodie.

Miss Kenworthy walked over to the corner and picked up a brand new school uniform, consisting of a short navy blue pleated skirt, dark blue school knickers, plain white shirt and tie, and short white socks. She placed the clothing on the desk in front of Karen.

“Right young lady, here is your uniform which must be smartly worn at all times during school hours. I want you to remove ALL your clothes and try it on for size.”

Karen looked down at the clothes that she was being forced to wear with some disdain and horror.

“Come on girl, I haven’t got all day. STRIP! Get yourself into those clothes quickly,” commanded Miss Kenworthy loudly, making Karen jump.

Slowly, with trembling hands, Karen started to remove her clothes. It was so humiliating to be made to strip like this in front of this rather intimidating older woman.

“You can remove those skimpy knickers as well,” barked Miss Kenworthy as Karen hesitated in removing this last vestige of her modesty…

Karen now stood there totally naked and feeling very vulnerable under the stern gaze of Miss Kenworthy’s penetrating eyes.

“Good! Now start off by putting on these regulation knickers,” she said, handing Karen a rather large and baggy pair of navy blue school knickers.
As she held them up, Karen was appalled by the sight. A rush of rebellion welled up within her.

“You can’t possibly expect me to wear these disgusting looking knickers. They’re horrible! I wouldn’t be seen dead in these,” said Karen in a rather haughty disdainful voice.

However, just as quickly as Karen’s reaction had flared up, so did Miss Kenworthy’s. Standing tall, with her hands on her hips, she let loose a controlled torrent of threats which had Karen cowering. It was a ‘tongue lashing’ of the ‘first order’! Finally, unable to resist this domineering woman, Karen complied and quickly put on the knickers and the rest of the uniform.

Miss Kenworthy then sat down on a low leather-covered stool and addressed Karen in a calmer, but still very threatening voice.

“That’s better. Now, young lady, I want you to lie across my knee. I’m going to spank your bottom to ‘welcome’ you to this school and as a punishment for being so slow in responding to my instructions. GET OVER MY KNEE, NOW!”

Still feeling totally ‘flattened’ by this woman, Karen felt powerless to resist and draped herself across the waiting knee.

Once Karen was lying across her lap, Miss Kenworthy quickly raised her short skirt and yanked down her knickers…

To bare her bottom!

Without further ado, Miss Kenworthy wrapped her left arm tightly around Karen’s waist and raised her right arm delivering a loud SMACK! across the trembling cheeks presented to her…

The ‘opening shot’ was followed by a positive barrage of smacks, which had Karen twisting and squirming across Miss Kenworthy’s lap, kicking her legs in all directions and squealing loudly. She’d never been spanked in her life before and this was proving to be a distinctly stingy and painful introduction!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Oh how she kicked, squealed and cried! Anyone witnessing the performance played out by the two participants would have stood there in awe and silence. This is how a sound hand spanking should be dealt out!

Finally, Miss Kenworthy released her grip around Karen’s waist and ordered her to stand up and go and bend over the back of one of the desks leaving her bottom on full display to be seen by any passers by through the classroom’s glass window…

After a while on display, Karen was ordered to stand before the blackboard.

On her way to the blackboard, Miss Kenworthy heard the girl mutter under her breath ,“You fucking, nasty, sadistic bitch!”

Miss Kenworthy wasn’t going to let that go… oh no! Clearly she hadn’t quite managed to spank the rebellious streak out of this naughty young minx.

“WHAT did you just say, young lady?”

“Nothing Miss.”

“Oh yes you did! You called me a ‘fucking, nasty, sadistic bitch!’, didn’t you?!“ shouted Miss Kenworthy, delivering a series of very meaty spanks to the girl’s bottom met by high-pitched yelps of pain as Karen tried to twist away from the stinging palm. Her bottom wobbled under the onslaught like a red jelly suddenly released from the confines of its mould!

Place your hands on your head and stand there whilst I decide what to do with you next. You clearly haven’t yet learnt some of the fundamental rules here. You MUST do as you’re told at ALL times, and you MUST show total respect towards all your teachers!”

Karen lept to comply, her small rebellion squashed…at least temporarily.

Miss Kenworthy strode angrily up and down the room, her hands held on her hips, her eyes blazing with anger and her high heels clip-clopping on the floor. She looked magnificent!

Finally she turned around, having made her decision, took a deep breath to calm herself and then said, “Right young lady. I had hoped that you would have learnt a lesson when I spanked your bottom, but clearly you haven’t. I think a further dose of treatment is required. I’m going to cane you …NAKED! …Now STRIP!”

Looking very apprehensive, but now totally submissive, Karen quickly removed her clothes. She stood meekly before Mrs Kenworthy…

“Good! Now, young lady, I want you to place your hands like so on the desk and bend forwards with your legs spread wide apart like this,” said Miss Kenworthy demonstrating how she wanted Karen positioned…

Karen did as requested, receiving a nod of satisfaction from Miss Kenworthy. She was in total control again!

“Well done, Karen. You’re beginning to learn that I expect total obedience at all times. You must hold this position and not attempt to stand or cover your bottom. After each stroke, I want you to count it out aloud and then thank me, asking for the next stroke. When I am satisfied that you are following my instructions to the letter, then I may choose to stop. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y…Yes,” Karen responded in a quiet voice.

“YES …MISS!” Miss Kenworthy prompted loudly.

“Yes… MISS!”

“That’s better! Right, I’ll start off with six strokes and see how it goes. Brace yourself and try not to make too much fuss. It’s going to hurt, but I expect young ladies to take their punishment with as much dignity as possible under the circumstances! You may cry out, but you WILL remain in position and offer your bottom up to me willingly.”

Raising the cane high over her shoulder, Miss Kenworthy then proceeded to bring it swishing down across the girl’s naked bottom with a loud THWACK!

Karen cried out in pain, “Yeowwhhhh!” Her buttocks seemed to twitch involuntarily in response to the burning sensations that rapidly spread through her bottom cheeks.

Miss Kenworthy waited, flexing the cane between her hands….There was silence.

“Haven’t you forgotten something, young lady?”

“Oh! …Sorry Miss! ….One, th..thank you Miss. Please can I have the n…next stroke?” Karen quickly gasped out.

Smiling, Miss Kenworthy addressed the bare bottom in front of her, “My pleasure young lady.”

Before Karen had time to prepare herself, the cane whistled down again with a loud SWISH and THWACK!… “Yeowwh’! A second red stripe blossomed across the centre of Karen’s frantically wriggling bottom, just beneath the previous stripe.

Tears started to trickle down her face. With a noticeable wobble in her voice, she managed to blurt out,

“T..Two…thank you Miss….Pl..Please, may I have …the next one.”

As she said this, Miss Kenworthy noticed that Karen actually seemed to raise her bottom a little higher, offering a silent ‘invitation’ to her audible one. She continued to do this after each succeeding stroke.

Miss Kenworthy thought ‘That’s very interesting….perhaps she is getting more out of this than just a very sore bottom!’ She had seen this reaction on a number of occasions and it tended to mean that this wouldn’t be the last time she attended to Karen’s bottom. Once a girl had ‘sampled’ the ‘pleasures’ of having her bottom thrashed, they tended to develop an addiction, craving more and more of the same!

And so the next three strokes of the cane were duly given until the last, sixth stroke awaited. This time Miss Kenworthy tapped it across the lower portion of Karen’s bottom, aiming for the sit spot where buttocks met thighs. She knew that this was a particularly sensitive spot to cane and it would sting a lot!

Karen offered up her striped bottom up for the last time. There was a tap…tap…tap and then a short pause…..followed by a loud SWISH! and a THWACK! as the cane drove into Karen’s soft ‘under-cheeks’.

Karen bucked and let out the loudest cry to date, “YEOWWHHHH!!”, and then slumped forward across the desk sobbing and howling almost hysterically. Her buttocks were a seething mass of hot, well-striped flesh.
Surprisingly, between her cries, she then uttered the words, “Six, thank you Miss….pl…pl…please can I have another?!!”

Miss Kenworthy wasn’t easily surprised, but surprised she was. She had delivered the six promised strokes very hard and thought that was it. Few girls that she knew would ask for more than the allotted number. Had she forgotten how many strokes she had said she would receive, or was she genuinely desirous of more?

There was only one way to find out. Drawing the cane back a little way from Karen’s bottom, she delivered six short strokes in rapid succession… thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack! … and one more for luck…

THWAAAAAAAAACK!

Karen let out a series of loud squeals which sounded more like squeals of ecstasy rather than of pain to Miss Kenworthy’s trained ear. ‘Well, well!’ she thought. ‘This young lady has clearly just discovered how much she likes her bottom soundly spanked and caned! Yet another convert to the fold!’

And so, Karen’s ‘welcome spanking’ ended, providing both of them with pleasure by the time it had finally been completed. Miss Kenworthy had made another convert to her expanding ‘inner circle’ of submissive ladies, who came back for more, time and time again.

Lots more to come…

Asa