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You have seen each girl arrive at their allotted time and knock on the door. Lets see what silly excuses if any, they make. Always an amusing moment in a punishment, some of the fantastic stories concocted by naughty girls are quite amazing.

***

At their allotted times each girl came in after I said ‘Enter’. It was exactly 2 0’clock, Kate was as always precise.

“Stand on the carpet, hands by your side, no slouching. Well Kate, have you anything to say for your ridiculous antics? What they thought of you and us, and our school, at the Museum I do not know.” I frowned.

“It was Charlotte and Kate who….”

“Stop right there Kate! I am not asking who is to blame, I know that already, you silly girl. The whole incident was recorded as you know! I want to know why!” My voice raised and I spoke sternly.

This threw her.

“I …..I…er…we thought it was funny Mr.Jones.”

“FUNNY!!!! Blasted funny!! I will show you what funny is you silly, stupid girl!!….you jumping around as you get ten of the plimsol on each bare cheek of you bottom!! Yes you have heard correctly, TWENTY, and you will come back on Friday afternoon for six of the best with the senior cane! Also on the bare!” I boomed angrily.

She dare not meet my gaze and stood trembling.

“You naughty girl, you are a disgrace to your house and school! I am deducting 50 house points. Get over to the vaulting horse and remove your knickers!” I said sharply.

***

We are leaving Kate there, I want you to see each girl at roughly the same stage. After her punishment was over it was Charlotte’s turn, at 2.17, two minutes late….again.

***

“Good Afternoon Charlotte, late again I see!”

“Am I Sir? Well I never, my watch must be slow.” She sort of smiled, going for her usual charm attack.

“You are not even wearing a watch you silly girl, if you must talk like an idiot, at least try and make things make a little sense at least! ” I shouted.

“Now then, have you anything to say?”

She always seems to be somewhere else in her head, by all accounts her English literature is a definite A+ or even star and today was no different. Even here in this serious situation, she was in a daydream. As if passing the time of day with a stranger on a railway station she uttered foolishly…”It’s a nice day Mr Jones.”

“NICE DAY???!!! A NICE BLASTED DAY!!! Good grief, I am talking about your stupid antics at the Museum yesterday!!!! I am not asking you to start a conversation with me!” I was exasperated.

“Oh…that, well, it was Kate and Samantha who…..”

“SHUT UP, STOP BLABBERING LIKE A NINCOMPOOP YOU SILLY GIRL!!”

Why does she think she is here the stupid bloody…I breathe. I regain my composure, really, these three girls would test the patience of a Saint.

“Enough, you are getting ten on each bare cheek with the plimsol, And on Friday, you will come back for six of the best with the cane! Now take off your knickers and place them on the desk! You are losing fifty house points too.” I pointed to my desk, by the wall.

“I am very sorry about yesterday Mr.Jones, we just got carried away.”

It will be me who gets carried away in a box one day, I thought, tring to keep this lot in control.

“Yes Mr.Jones. I will take my knickers off for you.” Her pleasant voice drifted in.

****

Sometimes it is like banging my head against a wall. I spend more and more of my time punishing the bare bottoms of naughty girls, and Miss Kenworthy is busy with it every day too of course, being Head of Discipline. But I suppose that is what we are, the corrector of wayward girls. But for now, lets see the next of the three musketeers come in.

***

It was time for Miss Prim, Samantha walked in.

“Stand on the carpet girl, and tell me what you have to say for yourself. Your conduct yesterday was appalling.”

“I do apologise for that Sir, Charlotte and Kate…”

“Shhhh, this is about you.” I interrupted.

“Yes, Mr.Jones. I am very sorry for my actions, we were having such a wonderful time by the smashing trip you put on for us, that our high spirits got the better of us, we wanted to challenge ourselves scientifically and the robot was there to be programmed Sir…and…”

“That’s enough young lady. Flattery will not work on me. There is no excuse for your action. Take your knickers off and place them on the rack on the wall to your side.” I spoke calmly.

“Yes Sir, Mr.Jones.”

She was nervous, she takes her spankings badly, and does not have the pain threshold of her two partners in crime. “You are getting twenty, with the plimsol on the bare, you will come back here Friday Afternoon for a jolly good caning, six of the very best, also on the bare.”

She took a sharp intake of breath at the news.

“Your house will also lose fifty points.”

“Sniff, yes Sir.

More to come. the removal of their crisp, tight, white school knickers next.

Asa