Charlotte’s First Visit to Miss Kenworthy

You may have read my stories about Saint Helena High School for Wayward Girls. (Still a lot to add) Well, this is when Charlotte meets the Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy, for the first time. She was already here when I set Miss Kenworthy on, so the usual initiation that girls go through now, was not undertaken.

Charlotte is well brought up, with a crisp english accent. A little haughty at times, and quite a handful. I have spanked her many times, but now my school is an Academy of Correction, I am to leave most punishments to Samantha.

I was walking by a classroom and heard a commotion. One of my junior staff was struggling to keep control. Maybe I ought to spank her at her next staff assessment, although I am thinking of having Miss Kenworthy at them, so I might let her do it. It will be more humiliating.

Anyway, I digress. I wrote a quick note, asking Miss Kenworthy to ‘introduce herself’ and gave it to Charlotte, who was obviously the ring leader of the unrest.

I sent her to the ‘Punishment Room’, and gave the whole class a reprimand. Then left Miss Bendalot to it…blushing before the girls.

Charlotte walked slowly, daydreaming no doubt. She is an exceedingly bright girl, with a good imagination. She knocked on the door, and waited.

Inside was Miss Kenworthy. It was only 9.30, her punishments usually begin at ten. She was writing reports and caring for her equipment, both the leather and rattan have regular linseed oil, and her desks are often subject to a coat of beeswax. She was quite fastidious.

She heard the knock and stood ready with a cane, she knew by the lightness of the knock that it must be one of the ‘timid’ girls.

She stood straight and shouted…”Enter!”

She backed up to the desk, keeping the threat of supple, German, yellow, top grade, flexible rattan school cane, curved between her strong grip. The door opened.

She was a little surprised to see Charlotte. Mr Jones had pointed her out, and given her the low down on her. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was to come through her door. But she expected an appointment, not a surprise visit. She also expected a louder knock.

In she walked, confidently. Up to this moment in life, she had never really met a strong dominant woman. It had been me she had answered to.

“Ahhh at last we meet Charlotte. I am surprised it has taken this long, a whole two weeks!”

“Stand up straight girl! Where do you think you are? Hands by your side! Chin up!”

She took the note, read it and stood up. She looked powerful, magnificent and totally in control. Charlotte shrunk back in fear.

She put the cane down, and moved in slowly towards the trembling, moist, Charlotte. “Listen to me carefully young lady. I am here on merit, I have been a fitness instructor for many years in Remand Schools. I can eat naughty little girls like you for breakfast. I honestly believe that nobody in England can swing a cane as accurately or as painfully as me!”

She moved in closer still. “I have heard all about you, and let me tell you that nothing gives me greater pleasure than bringing a very naughty girl to heel.”

“I am not….repeat NOT going to punish you today. I am giving you a chance, just one chance. You be a good girl, from now on, and our paths need never meet again. But…. If you carry on as you are, our paths will meet often. It will start with long over the knee bare bottom spankings. I have a very… VERY HEAVY HAND.”

“Slowly but surely, using a variety of apparatus and implements at my disposal, this will lead to a full 36 stroke thrashing with my senior dragon cane before the whole school with you naked and tied to a vaulting horse!”

“Now listen up young lady. If that happens, I will not stand at your side, I will stand one foot past your body, and two feet to the side. I will swing every one of those 36 without mercy. Standing in such a place means the cane will make contact just off your upper left thigh, near your hips. The cane will wrap all the way around your soft little bottom to end in the same place at the other side. I will cover your buttocks from top to bottom. This I have done on at least fifteen occassions. There will be some blood, you may pass out, you will beg and scream in pure agony for it to stop. It won’t. They will be delivered quickly, there will be no pause until the end of it, or you have to be revived. All 36 will be delivered. Whatever happens.”

“There. You have had your one and only warning. You will leave this room next time, in tears and in pain. That is without doubt. Now, your bottom’s destiny is in your hands. As it will be after a spanking. Be off with you!”

Charlotte was in awe. She made her way back to the classroom via the toilets. Where, in a cubicle she stripped naked, and imagined herself on the vaulting horse as she fingered her already dripping cunt to a massive orgasm.