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My spanking was over, but was my ordeal over?…… No.!!!!

I needed comfort at that moment, but all I got was ridicule and humiliation. Miss Brooks turned my bright red stinging bare bottom to the class and spoke….

“My word girls! I have excelled myself, her cheeks look like two apples from a Grimm’s fairy tale, Rose Red, and Rose Redder!”

Every girl in the class laughed at my expense, it was awful, I had never, ever felt so silly, so small, and so on show.

She continued, “As you know girls, once a good girl has crossed the line to the naughty girl ranks, I view her very differently. From now on, any misdemeanor will be punished by a bare bottom spanking. And Mary…”

I turned to her, still sniffing. “Yes Miss Brooks?”

“If you think that hurt, you silly naughty girl, just you wait until I do it with a plimsol, or a tawse, or the cane! I seriously advise you to be the best girl you can, every minute of every hour of every day. UNDERSTAND!?”

“Yes Miss, yes…yes….definitely Miss, I will be a really good girl.”

“We will see won’t we?” She said to the girls. “I expect you all to be vigilant and report her being naughty to me. Will you?”

They all agreed, especially Matilda, who said loud and clear. “Oh yes, we will Miss Brooks.”

Laughter rolled around the room like a big ball bearing in a pin ball machine. They all knew that Matilda would ensure my bottom would be punished, many times.

My heart sank, I only had a few months to go before I left as a young woman, but it was going to be a difficult time.

“Now then.” Said Miss Brooks with a hint of malice. “Don’t think your punishment is over. You have been feeling superior and showing off your fancy clothes from your rich Aunty in America, feeling aloof and better than all your peers, haven’t you?”

I thought the best thing was to agree to everything. “Yes Miss, I have been a dreadful show off and feeling superior to everyone. I won’t ever be like that again.” I sniffed, my bare bottom screaming to be rubbed.

“Well, me and the head of Home Economics have a very special way of dressing girls who feel the height of fashion and superior to everyone. Come with me dear…” Said a smirking Miss Brooks.

The whole class went…”ooooooOOOOOOHHHHH!”

“Pull your knickers up dear!”

The pain of the tight elastic going over my cheeks made me do an involuntary “oww owww oooo owww ohhhh owww!”

Which made everyone laugh loudly once again.

“Did that hurt your bottom Mary?” Shouted Matilda.

I left the classroom to a chorus of taunts and jibes.

The journey down to Miss Brooks Study was horrible, I was tugging my underwear up all the way, and sniffing. To make things worse, nearly everyone I passed made a comment, and Miss Brooks did nothing to deter them.

We reached her study and went in, stood there was Mrs.Broadbent, the Head of Home Economics, who stood with a horrible ‘little girls’ dress. The strangest thing I had ever seen!

“No Miss Brooks, please, please no!”

“Shut up! How dare you! Are you not grateful for a gift? Is it not as good as your Aunt’s gifts?” She shouted.

“Ohhhhh it is lovely MIss Brooks, thank you Miss Broadbent, thank you so much.”

How cruelly the pair of them laughed.

I remember reading Alice in Wonderland, and being fascinated, yet frightened, of the surreal characters. It was similar during my fitting of the horrid little dress, and pretending how I loved it, nothing felt real, this could not be happening to me, yet it was. They told me that ‘I had got too big for my boots’, and needed bringing down a peg or two by the means of humiliation.

I was not at a mad hatter’s tea party, but I felt like I was in some mad tailors. Scissors clicked, pins held material, they turned me this way, then that.

Humiliation was exactly the right word, it dawned on me, that this was not just for my benefit. Like a novice model, waiting for her first turn on the catwalk, I realised that I was to be presented. LIKE THIS!

They set to work, I looked from one to another, in disbelief really. I know I had been naughty, and haughty, but this punishment was very harsh. Miss Brooks reputation was exactly this though, a formidable disciplinarian, where naughty girls learnt harsh lessons, and now I was finding out first hand, just how hard she could be. I could see the pleasure in her eyes. Miss Broadbent however was a little different, when I looked into her eyes, she looked away.

I think she was in awe of Miss Brookes, and a little afraid herself. She set to work quickly, very adept and deft at her skills. Click click click went the scissors.

My knickers were soon removed and the costume began to be placed on me, her speed and dexterity fascinating me, even in a time of horror and humiliation. It was almost like seeing a second skin grow on me.

I could not help but cry bitterly as the wicked scissors cut into my tights, my beautiful, envied, American tights.

That annoyed Miss Brooks, she scowled at me. “Even after all this, you still value those …’things’.”

I was turned one way, then another, quite roughly. Then Miss Brooks laughed in a most sardonic manner as she approached me with the horrible little girl dress. “Time to put your party dress on little haughty girl.” The words sounded nasty, and I did exactly as I was told, things felt as if they were on some kind of beam balance. one wrong word from me could bring down terrible retribution I feared.

The only thing I could do is be totally obedient, and totally submissive. I suppose you once more expect me to tell you how horrible it was, but once again that feeling came. It was not totally unpleasant to be ridiculed, humiliated and spanked. I felt guilty, and ashamed of my feelings.

She told me to put my hands on my head and do a twirl, she clapped, laughing, almost manically I thought. What pleasure she got from humiliating and punishing naughty girls.

Then she pulled up a chair, and sat. I recognised her look and position, I was going to be spanked again, I knew it.

I think Miss Broadbent was going to protest, but the icy stare struck her dumb. She had thought of helping me, but all it did was fuel Miss Brooks anger, she took it out on my already tender, red,. sore bottom.

How I screamed! The pain of a spanking on an already spanked bottom is like nothing else.

I could hardly walk, but I almost wished I could stay, because she sent me out into the playground, which at this time was full.

The whole playground erupted into laughter, they pointed and made horrible comments. Once again, in Miss Brooks School, a naughty girl suffered her fate.

I remember thinking…”It’s over, things cannot get an worse.”

But how wrong I was, as you will see in volume 3…

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