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Chapter 4: Miss Kenworthy’s very busy day

As we saw in a previous chapter concerning a young lady called Karen,  all new girls referred to the school by the courts had to undergo a ‘welcome session’ with Miss Kenworthy.

Normally these sessions were carried out on a one-to-one basis, but one week there just happened to be a sudden ‘flood’ of court referrals. I was a little concerned that she would be overwhelmed and offered to assist her. However, true to form, she declined my offer,

“Thank you Mr. Jones, but I think I can manage. I’ll deal with them in pairs. That’ll speed up the process.”

“Oh, OK! How many girls have you got to ‘process’?” I enquired.

“There are twenty-four new girls today. I think I can manage twelve before lunch and the remainder in the afternoon!” she replied, sounding totally in control of the situation.

“That’s very efficient of you, Miss Kenworthy. Well, if you’re sure you can manage, I’ll leave you to get on with it. Good luck!” I said as I departed.

“Thank you Mr Jones.”

Before calling in the first pair of new girls, Tamara pulled two benches out from the wall and placed them in the middle of the room, leaving a small gap between them. She then laid out three implements on an adjoining desk…a large plimsoll, a leather strap and a cane.

Satisfied that all was in order, she called the first pair of girls in. After a brief introduction, she made them remove all their clothing and put on their new school uniforms. Then had them kneel on one of the benches with hands on the other bent over, facing in opposite directions. 

Miss Kenworthy thought that this was a rather clever set up. She could whack each of them alternatively with her plimsoll by just walking round and round them. There was also the additional twist that each girl faced the other’s bottom and could see her compatriot get her whacks knowing that it would soon be her turn next. 

After yanking down their knickers, Miss Kenworthy rapidly got on with the girls’ welcome, the plimsoll noisily whacking down across each gyrating bottom, accompanied by high pitched yelps of increasing distress…

WHACK! WHACK! …

WHACK!! WHACK!! “Yeeeeowww! Owwwww!”

THWACK THWACK!!……”Owwwwwww Oooooooh”

WHOP! WHOP!…..”Ooooooooooh! Aiiiiieeeee!

THWACK!!! THWACK!!! “Owwwwwwwwwww! Owwwwwwwwwww!”

SMACK !! SMAAAACK!! “Owwwww, no more!” “Oooooooooh stop stop!”

After a brisk dozen whacks each, Miss Kenworthy ordered one of the girls to go and stand facing the blackboard, whilst she bent the other over a desk and gave her a sound strapping with a junior strap…..

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!

“OOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!! OHHHHHHHH!”

After she had dealt with the second girl in a similar manner, she set about delivering the final ‘installment’ of her ‘welcome pack’…a blistering six stroke caning!

SWISH! THWACK!

      SWISH! THWACK!

          SWISH! THWACK!

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!!”

“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!”

“Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!”

Finally, after both girls stood facing the wall for five minutes, she dismissed them and ushered the next pair in to deal with. It was like a production line, but Miss Kenworthy loved to be kept busy and had dealt with all twenty-four referrals efficiently by the end of the afternoon. 

There was no need to turn on the school’s central heating that day with all those very hot new bottoms circulating through the school buildings!

Asa