To read the rest, click on ‘Photo Stories’ above and scroll a long way down until you find the five volumes of the Saint Helena Chronicles. You can read one and two, fully written, edited, and illustrated. This is, as you can see, book three, under, construction.

Continued…

It wasn’t long before the three girls were back, Charlotte, Kate and Stephanie had been playing truant. Three best friends off with a cold on the same day? Their sick notes were all written in the same handwriting and were word-for-word the same! They must take me for a fool! 

I got them in the detention room.

“Your choice is simple. If you admit your guilt you will get the plimsoll, a dozen each. If, however, you make me ring your parents to find out the truth, it will be a dozen of the cane each, on the stage in the Assembly Hall in front of the whole  school! What’s it to be?” I asked quietly.

“I told a fib and I’m very sorry Mr.Jones. I played truant,” said Charlotte.

“I did the same…sorry Sir,” said Kate.

“Me too, Mr Jones,” confessed Stephanie.

“Good! Then get in a line again and raise your gymslips for me.”

“Yes Sir.” 

“I have put the form there for you to kneel on. I want you all on there kneeling… hands to the floor and bare bottoms up.”…

With all the girls in position, ‘bottoms up high’, I pulled their crisp, white school knickers down, from left to right…

And there they were, presented, three bare bottoms for spanking. Each slightly different, but all lovely specimens of the female bottom.

I studied them, and made them wait, in shame, squirming in embarrassment.

I made my way right to left, standing at their heads, my legs each side of their ears, my left hand in the small of their back and gave them all a hard dozen with my size fifteen plimsoll.

more to come…

Asa