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The Photo Day went on longer than expected, so I sent a message via my secretary, Brigitte, for the girls to meet me in the Detention Room straight after assembly in the morning.

Thus, after assembly, I went to the detention room after calling into my Study. Brigitte told me the girls were waiting. I had an adjoining door, so walked in to find two nervous girls waiting for me.

Brigitte as always, when a spanking was in order, smiled at me quite eagerly. I knew she would be the other side of the door. So, to satisfy her curiosity, I left it slightly ajar.

“Good Morning Girls!”

“Good Morning Mr.Jones.” The two naughty girls replied in a musical sort of way.

“You know why you are here. You almost succeeded in making the whole of yesterday into a total farce. I am very disappointed. It seems your last spankings did no good at all. You are getting a slippering apiece today, and tomorrow (Friday) I will cane you both at home time. Maybe six red lines each might make you think about your behavior over the weekend, and if your parents notice them, you will only have yourselves to blame, won’t you?”

I was not at all pleased with them, I needed to wait until caning them, because right now it would be too tempting to lay into their bare bottoms too vigorously. As an Headmaster I have to show restraint, and keep to the rules as laid out in the Disciplinary Manual.

They quite understandably sulked.

I continued. “Up you get, to the front of the desk, lets have those bottoms bared.”

I picked up my size fifteen plimsol, a sturdy beast with a thick rubber sole. “Bend Over! Grab the back rest.”

I noticed the door moving rhythmically at the edge of my vision. I suspected that Brigitte was enjoying the show. I raised the pleated skirts.

Then I lowered their knickers….always a pleasing task, as my cheek almost caresses their buttocks as I lower them to the ankles.

Slapping the plimsol in my right hand, onto the palm of the left upturned hand, I informed them that the were getting twenty each, ten on each. I notice that at that news, the door began to move a little quicker, what was my secretary doing?

At the news of their punishments, the girls faces were a picture of woe.

More to come…

Asa