Charlotte’s Third Visit to Miss Kenworthy

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Chapter 5: Charlotte’s Third Visit to Miss Kenworthy – The Chastisement

“Here again young lady?” said Miss Kenworthy with a frown on her face.

‘I – I…. I was…. err ..I mean I…’

“Quiet! It’s better to say nothing than stand there uttering nonsense!”

Charlotte, I am going to use something other than my hand on your bare bottom, and….you can bend over the stool to give me a higher, longer, harder swing!”

Charlotte gulped.

“Now get yourself over here and bare that bottom for me you to attend to, you naughty girl…”

Now, before we proceed, think about it. When I was at school this happened for real, in the privacy of the Headmaster’s office or in a punishment room. Knickers were removed, and bottoms were bared. This was done with the total authority and backing of the education board and parents. If a teacher or Headmaster/Mistress told you to bare, you had no choice in the matter. If you tried to resist, you would be held down by a member of the P.E. staff, or maybe the school matron or a prefect, and the punishment would be increased. Quite likely tempers would rise and anger would deliver a less controlled punishment.

I remember that our vaulting horse had leather straps with buckles, to fasten your legs wide. I never saw it used. But one day I remember it threatened in assembly…

”When I find the culprit who did this, I shall have them secured to the vaulting horse and I’ll flog them …on the bare buttocks, WITHOUT MERCY BEFORE THE WHOLE SCHOOL!”

That sent a shiver down everybody’s spine!

So Charlotte had no choice but to do as she had been told and bared her bottom. The Head of Discipline, Miss Kenworthy, was only in her late twenties. Charlotte was only ten years younger, but nevertheless she was a woman in all senses of the word.

Miss Kenworthy stood and watched her squirm and tremble to reveal her private parts. She smiled at her torment, knowing that after this ritual a whacking of her lovely bare bottom would happen.

Let’s enjoy it…

“Why have you stopped? Take your knickers right off and pass them to me.”

What a moment of absolute submission, authority, and domination this is.

The humiliation of having to remove her knickers completely and pass them to the attractive Head of Discipline was over. She now stood with her pussy and bare bottom on show. It was time to bend over the high spanking stool, to receive a spanking on the bare. Not by the hand, but with a wooden ruler.

Miss Kenworthy reached for the beech ruler. Twelve inch long, one and a quarter inch wide, a quarter of an inch thick, and not flexible. This can deliver a shap sting at the best of times, but in the hands of this lady, it was a wicked painful instrument of discipline.

She stood for a minute, examining the bottom and the girl she was to punish. This was her dream job. She had loved everything about spanking a naughty bottom since she was a young girl. And now, she was paid to do so, in a school full of naughty young girls, Saint Helena’s High School for Wayward Girls.

She rested the cold beech wood on Charlotte’s beautiful plump buttocks, and smiled as Charlotte took a sharp intake of breath.

And then, the silence was broken with the glorious sound of a fast hard spanking. The sound of flat wood on soft skin echoed around the room, quickly followed by squeals and screams…





On and on….

Swiftly, firmly and clinically the spanking was delivered.

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