Wednesday morning, just as classes broke for mid-morning pause, Daphne Matthews grabbed Sally’s arm as she exited the room. “Come with me to the teachers’ library, Girl, we have your penalty from yesterday to discuss.”
The interruption of the teachers’ gossiping time was patently unwelcome, as evidenced by the initial comments exchanged by Daphne’s colleagues as she pushed Sally through the door and towards an empty spot at the long table, which they all shared for their out-of-class work.
“Excuse me, Ladies, but I owe this brat some extras since a detention yesterday, and I will not get another opportunity today, as I don’t have her class and I need to be at the tennis competition by 3:30.”
One of the two teachers whom Sally had never met, as they taught in the senior year, rose and opened a tall cupboard at the wall behind her. Sally’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she saw the array of canes on hooks plus three thick, strange straps. The teacher selected what seemed to be one of the longest canes and passed it across the table. “Make them juicy ones, Daphne.”
Sally noticed the surprise and grin on the grey-haired teacher’s face as Miss Matthews, taking the cane she was passing, ordered, “Knickers off, girl, bend over and grab the other side of the table.”
As Sally put her knickers in her teacher’s proffered hand and leaned over the heavy oak table, she heard the response, “Oh, I will, Susan, this is the brat that caused my trip over the Headmistress’s stool a few weeks back.”
It was common knowledge, but hearing it from the horse’s mouth, in her vulnerable position, made Sally tremble as she gripped the far edge.
“Susan, be so kind as to tuck up her gym slip, would you?”
As she felt her skirt being tucked up her back, Sally heard the scraping of chairs as the remaining teachers rose to get a better view of the upcoming punishment. Since her memorable public punishment by the Headmistress when she first arrived at the college, she had not been exposed to the presence of so many adults.
All but two had caned her themselves in their classes, but she felt her nipples stiffen as Miss Matthews slid the cane up between her upper thighs, “Wider, Girl, I want your big bottom spread so that I don’t miss any deserving bits of those cheeks.”
She obeyed and blushed deeply as she sensed her clitoris probe through its sheath, certain that the reaction would be noticed.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Miss Matthews step back. Then she felt the tapping as the dominant Mistress measured the optimum distance and then SWISH TWACK as “Susan’s” chosen cane sliced into her meaty sweet spots. Sally’s gasp was cut off as the second followed immediately, just below the first.
“Up on your toes and move further over the desk, Girl. I want to get to the bits under your overhanging buttocks. ” Sally knew well not to protest and followed instructions. Gasping for air while she could.
Miss Matthews caned hard and fast, ensuring she flicked back the tip of the cane with a cock of her wrist just as the rod impacted. It was a method the Headmistress had demonstrated to her that ensured maximum effect. She rarely used it, but this was an ideal opportunity as time was short. Judging from the girl’s reactions, she achieved her goal.
After the seventh stroke, she surveyed the results of her efforts and smiled broadly as she handed the extra-long rattan back to her final-year colleague.
Sally had not been given the necessary permission to rise, so she dropped back onto the flat of her feet and sobbed quietly as she waited. She heard movement behind her and then, without warning, probing fingers over the throbbing lines of fire across her lower buttocks and thigh-tops. Her sense of humiliation was made all the greater then as the third-year Mistress, continuing her probing, “Well done, Daphne, an excellent result in such a short time. I couldn’t have done better myself. Maybe I should take up tennis like you,” Several teachers laughed heartily.
Still no permission given to rise, and now the probing got suddenly more intimate. “Goodness me, Daphne, she’s sopping wet. Look, you can see her clit! I’m convinced that if you’d carried on caning her, she’d have orgasmed right here over the table.”
Sally’s blush got even deeper as Miss Matthews joined her colleague to witness her arousal. More fingers caressing her weals. She did her utmost to control her emotions and avoid the indignity of confirming the third-year teacher’s conclusions. She knew it wasn’t just the caning but the whole setting. Being exposed like this in front of all these authoritative women and the comments exchanged by the other Mistresses.
Miss Simms, her redheaded Mathematics teacher, who rescued her with a reminder to all that classes were about to restart, “When you are finished there, Daphne, I suggest you send her to the toilets to fix herself up as she’s due in my class shortly. ”
“Doesn’t time fly? It’s a pity I’ll have to wait two years before she’s in my class. Still, swings and roundabouts, that massive bottom will be even bigger by then. ” More laughter, “Susan, you don’t need to wait that long, I have the girl Friday morning next at 7 am for another detention, and would be very happy to have your assistance. You may rise, Sally, fix your gym slip, then pick up your knickers and run to the toilet. “
Sally thanked the Mistress for her penalty strokes. As she left, she heard the senior-year teacher agree to Miss Matthews’ proposal for Friday.
Friday came around too quickly for Sally and not quickly enough for Elizabeth and her friend Amanda. They held hands outside the front entrance to Ellen’s house as Harriet brought the powerful car to a halt. Sally couldn’t help but note the huge grins they portrayed when she uncurled herself from the rear door of the low-profile Maserati and stood before them, still dressed in her school uniform. However, they turned to the adult guests and offered to help unload the boot with Mrs Lee while Harriett and Ellen hugged.
Once inside the house with their luggage, they each welcomed Harriett, who thanked them for their thoughtfulness. She then reached into her handbag and took out a jar of cream. Passing it to Elizabeth, she explained, “Please apply this sparingly as it’s very effective but expensive. Sally needs it on her bottom, thighs, and the palms of her hands as she was soundly punished at detention early this morning. Fifteen minutes later, you’ll find she’s ready for the cane again if you find any minimum fault with her this weekend. “
Mrs Lee laughed. ” Yes indeed, judging from her groans in the back of the car as you swerved around those bends. She sure needs that cream. “
For the very first time, someone finally deigned to address Sally directly. Ellen came to Sally and took the heavy bag of schoolbooks she was holding to her chest. ” Welcome back, Dear. Sorry to hear you’re suffering. Elizabeth Darling, do lend a hand with these and show Sally up to the room beside yours.” Sally thanked ‘Miss Ellen’ and followed ‘Miss Elizabeth’ upstairs with ‘Miss Amanda’ in tow.
As she climbed, Sally again had to remind herself that the childlike figure in front was anything but a child. That lean form disguised an athlete who could put an incredible amount of force behind a rattan cane. Not only was the physique misleading, but the sixteen-year-old had a warped imagination which would put a hardened professional dominant to shame.
“Those knickers look way too tight, Sally. Why don’t you get a larger size?” Sally turned back to see Amanda staring up under her gym slip. Much as she would have liked to respond differently, she knew the girl behind her was deliberately provoking, and so she submissively replied that her aunt had chosen all her clothes. Amanda giggled, “At nearly eighteen, she can’t choose her own clothes, not even her underclothes!”
Before Amanda could load on more embarrassing comments, they reached a doorway which Elizabeth pushed open, announcing, “Here’s your bedroom, Sally. Through that door is the ensuite bathroom, which you can share with me as my bedroom is next door.”
Sally thanked Miss Elizabeth and asked whether she’d mind if she could use the bathroom right away. “Okay, Sally, hurry though, as we don’t like waiting.” Sally half ran as her bladder was near bursting point.
Smiling to her friend Amanda, Elizabeth said in a loud voice towards the bathroom door, “Dear oh dear Amanda, I do believe the girl forgot to acknowledge my instruction to hurry.” Amanda sneered with delight and responded,” And she closed the bathroom door when we all know very well, she’s not allowed to do so.”
Sally came back into the room a moment later and blustered, “I’m ever so sorry, Miss Elizabeth and Miss Amanda, it was a long drive, and I was desperate to use the toilet.”
The minute Mistress snapped back, “No excuse for rudeness, Girl. We’ll deal with it right away.”
She turned and removed a cane from a hook on the back of the bedroom door, which Sally had not noticed earlier. Flexing it, she smiled and instructed, “Get naked, Girl. From now on, as soon as you enter this bedroom, you will strip off and remain nude until you leave the room. When you do, you will find a smock in the cupboard. No other clothes will be permitted until it is time for you to return home with Auntie Harriett.”
Sally undressed quickly, not wishing to anger even further the small but very dangerous Miss Elizabeth. Amanda whistled as she studied Sally’s hindquarters. “Wow, Girl, you must have really upset your schoolmistresses to deserve that blistered bottom and thighs.” It was not a question, and she knew better than to offer any explanation. Elizabeth joined her friend, and Sally felt a none too gentle fondling and lifting of the flesh which overhung her thigh-tops. “Still nice and hot to touch. Feel how heavy this bum-cheek is, Amanda.” Amanda did, of course, to add to Sally’s humiliation.
“Time for the first lesson of her visit, Amanda. Left hand out for the cane, Girl!” So, for the second time that day, Sally squeezed her eyes shut rather than follow the path of the punishing rod as it whirled through the air. She moaned at the pain but kept her hand out as she had learned to accept what was expected. Elizabeth and Amanda exchanged broad smiles. To Sally’s relief, Elizabeth handed the cane to Amanda, saying, “You give her the one on her other hand.” Amanda did, with a grunt as she put her strength behind the stroke. Sally yelped at the unexpected force and immediately pressed her scorching fingers under her arm for some relief.
“The next time you are rude, Sally, we won’t let you off so lightly. Now climb up here and let’s get this cream on you.” Miss Elizabeth was patting the pillows she had placed in the middle of the bed. Sally apologised for her rudeness and thanked them both for the mildness of their corrections. Then she got onto her bed with her wide and fleshy hips offered up for their care.
Amanda had noticed Sally’s swollen nipples as she waited with eyes tightly shut for the cane. So, with one hand she started to spread Harriett’s special cream on the bruised and tram-lined buttocks, the other she slipped under Sally’s breast and pinched gently one of those excited nipples. She smiled as the submissive girl moaned softly and opened her thighs. She took the hint, released the nipple, and using both hands now, kneaded gently and deeply between and around the fleshy twin orbs.
Sally was in heaven. She lifted her hips a bit, knowing full well that her shaven and sopping vulva would be even more evident, but not caring. Amanda moved her creamed fingers to the punished thighs, deliberately ignoring the unspoken invitation.
Elizabeth adored her friend Amanda, but was beginning to lose patience with the amount of attention she was giving their submissive toy girl. Her mother’s gynaecologist had started her on estrogenic treatment, and she was at long last growing breasts and pubic hair, but she was immensely jealous of those wide hips and big breasts lying on the bed. “That’s enough cream, I think, Amanda. Let her rub her own hands over her fat bottom now. Her hands need the cream anyway. “
Amanda knew very well that she had pushed her best friend’s limits, “Whatever you say, Darling, I’ll go wash my hands.”
Elizabeth took a smock from the cupboard and tossed it onto the bed beside Sally. “Pop this on and let’s go join the others for dinner.”
Sally opened her mouth to ask for underwear, but was reminded of her status by a furious Elizabeth, who grabbed the cane and loudly ordered her to “stand over here with your back to me.” Sally moved quickly to obey the demonic mistress. “Now place your palms on your enormous buttocks and lift them.”
Swhishhhh thwack! Swishhhh thwack! Swishhhh thwack! Her upper thighs suffered three very hard stinging strokes accompanied by “Learn to do as I say without question, or you’ll be a very sorry girl, I assure you! Now, turn and face me, and apologise. Then get that smock on.”
Sally complied with tears running down her cheeks just as Amanda re-entered the room.
The smock only barely covered her bottom. Any bending or sitting would display her intimate nudity. As she followed Elizabeth down the corridor towards the stairs, she tugged at the hem. Amanda, bringing up the rear, giggled, “You look just the part of the naughty overdeveloped schoolgirl Sally. We certainly will enjoy showing you off to our friends.”
She had expected they’d be having dinner with her aunt, Miss Ellen, and Mrs Lee. However, as they joined the adults in the lounge, Sally heard Miss Ellen address the other adults, “Elizabeth has her friends coming for a carefree teenage evening. We have prepared the lodge with snacks and refreshments for them so they can make all the noise they wish down there.” Sally knew she’d miss the limiting presence of Mrs Lee, which had saved her from the worst during their last visit here, but swallowed any protest before it was verbalised.
Aunt Harriett turned in her armchair and looked at the three young ones smiling. “Wow, Sally, that dress is short. Do a twirl for us.” Sally did as she was instructed and heard her aunt add, “Come here, please, Sally.” Her aunt made a sign with her finger in the air for her to turn her back to her aunt. Next, she half jumped on the spot as Miss Harriett unexpectedly traced her fingertips across the fresh cane marks. She felt those fingers explore higher before hearing “Misbehaving already, Girl! Why only three strokes, Elizabeth? Did I not explain that her minimum correction for any fault nowadays is six strokes?
“Actually, Auntie, no, I did not know. I’ll be careful to ensure it’s at least six from here on.”
“Good girl, Elizabeth, I know I can rely on you.”
Sally hated the way Elizabeth addressed her aunt as if she too were her niece, but the term of endearment seemed to be firmly established. Nor had her aunt made any comment upon the fact that she was nude under her smock. Another demonstration that whatever Elizabeth decided for Sally was going to be a fait accompli.
Elizabeth continued her grovelling with “If you don’t mind, Auntie, Mum and Mrs Lee, we’ll be off to the lodge now?” The ladies gave their well-wishes for the evening, and Sally followed with trepidation the ‘terrible twins’.
The lodge, which Sally had not noticed on her previous visit, was way off to the side of the main house and through a gate hidden by bushes. It evidently had its own entrance from the main road, as there was a group of girls waiting in front of the little house for their hostess. As they grew closer, Sally counted five girls, all of whom seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. Subconsciously, her hands had moved to her ridiculously short hem to try to tug it down as everyone seemed to be studying her.
“Leave that smock alone, Sally, and come and say hello to our friends.” Elizabeth indicated each as she named them, Miss Susan, Miss Julie, Miss Diane, Miss Margaret, and Miss Brooke. Sally put out her hand to shake the nearest girl’s hand. “No shaking of hands, Girl! Show respect for your superiors and courtesy as you meet each Mistress!”
The newcomers obviously knew nothing of Elizabeth’s plans for the evening as they all looked, first shocked and then much amused by what was happening. Sally did as she had been instructed, blushing furiously as she repeated each name while curtseying. Given her state of agitation, it was a miracle she mixed up only two names and addressed Miss Margaret as Miss Brooke.
Elizabeth was furious. As she slammed the key in the front door, she scolded Sally, “Pay attention, Girl, when I am speaking to you, Miss Margaret here, and Miss Brooke there, not the other way around.” Sally stuttered an apology, but Elizabeth continued, “You’ll be really sorry in a moment, Girl; get inside and get nude!”
The newcomers all exclaimed various levels of shock, protest, and astonishment, and sought explanations from Amanda, who had remained behind. Sally could not hear much detail as Elizabeth had grabbed her earlobe and hauled her inside after herself as she entered. Their curiosity outweighed any objections they may have had as they all filed in, and Amanda closed the door after them.
Only then did Elizabeth release Sally’s ear. “What are you waiting for, Girl? Take that smock off and bend over this stool before I count to three.”
They had planned everything to a tee, because within seconds after she had obeyed, Sally felt a cane slide up between her thighs and the instruction, “Spread.”
The visitors were initially dumbfounded, but then someone said, “Is this really right, Liz?”
In her immensely authoritative tone, Miss Elizabeth addressed the half-hearted, yet so far, only protest, “Thank you, Julie, but I do know what I’m doing, I assure you. But if you must question me, Sally, here is the niece of my mother’s best friend, who is a guest here for the weekend. Sally attends a special college where corporal punishment is applied regularly, and she expects and needs frequent, strict attention to her big, fat bare bottom in and out of school. Isn’t that right, Sally?
Sally half squeaked a “Yes, Miss Elizabeth.” However often she had been exposed in class, this was so much worse. Here, it was not just her lower half that was bare but also her well-developed, full breasts with their now prominent nipples.
“Tell us, Girl, how many strokes did you get in special detention this morning?”
“Forty-eight strokes on my bottom and six on each palm, Miss Elizabeth.” The teachers had witnessed her orgasm twice afterwards as they fondled her intimately. That had been so humiliating, but what could she do? It was her nature.
The girls all expressed horror. Someone asked,” How can that be? Her bottom is unmarked except for those three lines on the tops of her thighs?”
Elizabeth referred the question to Amanda as she slid the cane up between Sally’s thighs again and tapped her vulva lightly. Now see-sawing between the exposed hairless labia, now tapping upwards again. The girls were mesmerised as they watched the scene with the ‘victim’ apparently attempting to ride the rod.
When Amanda had explained about Harriett’s very special cream, Elizabeth announced, “Auntie Harriett, she likes it when I call her that, told me that I made a mistake earlier when I punished this girl for being cheeky to me. I gave her three strokes, but Auntie tells me the girl always gets a minimum of six. So, three more for that rudeness and six for disrespect to Miss Margaret and Miss Brooke.”
Saying that, she stood back off to Sally’s left side, measured the distance, and instructed, “Hold on tight and count each Girl.”
Sally yelled at the first, which sliced in just over the earlier three. Right where the buttocks met the thighs. Elizabeth smiled as it was a perfect stroke exactly where she wanted it. She looked at the girls. Some were mesmerised by the line left on the twitching, rather large bottom; others were staring in awe at Elizabeth, who smiled even more, then turned her attention to aiming the second.
Stroke followed stroke, pauses only to watch the reactions and allow the girl being corrected to count and thank her Mistress after each.
After six, Elizabeth passed the cane to Amanda. “Your turn, Darling, make her feel well punished for being cheeky to me, please.” Then she stood in front of Sally, placed her palms gently on each side of the submissive’s face, “Look up at Mistress Elizabeth and let me see your eyes, Sally.”
As she obeyed, her bottom exploded with a massive stroke right across the middle, and she screamed in pain. “That’s better, isn’t it, Girl? You are paying the price of being cheeky, and you’ll remember in future, won’t you, Dear?”
The tears poured down her cheeks between the Mistress’s hands, and she said stutteringly, “Yes, Mistress Elizabeth, thank you, Mistress Amanda. Seven Mistress.” Elizabeth was in Heaven. She smiled at Sally and kissed her softly on the lips. “That’s a good girl. Now ask Miss Amanda to make the last two good and hard to remind you well.”
Sally managed to do as she was instructed, and Amanda needed no more encouragement. She took two steps back and then, with a little run up, whipped the cane again, dead centre, crisscrossing her first. Elizabeth had anticipated the reaction as she saw the run-up, so she moved her hands onto Sally’s shoulders and held her firmly. Amanda had enjoyed that immensely but chose to postpone a repeat for another occasion. Instead, she tapped the rattan an inch higher, raised it to shoulder height, and whipped it in with just a half-turn of her hips behind it. The girl’s squeal told her it would still be a memorable stroke.
She then dropped the cane with a rattle and placed her palms on the roasted bum-cheeks. “Mmm, lovely and hot. Now stay there, Sally, so everyone can have a feel.”
And feel they did indeed. As she calmed, someone noticed her natural reaction and commented, “Gosh, she’s dripping wet. How is that possible after such a trashing?”
Elizabeth and Amanda exchanged winks as they noted that two of their friends were very quiet and hot-flushed. There would be time and opportunity to investigate, so they turned their attention back to Sally, anxious to understand more of the depths of her submissive nature. Elizabeth rolled and pinched both hard nipples while Amanda leaned over and softly blew on the hot tram-lines first and then concentrated on the clearly visible clitoris. She blew, then she teased with her fingertips, making it stiffen.
Sally moaned in ecstasy and came hard. Not caring anymore about what the others thought of her. She had been punished well; these girls knew her need for pain and now were rewarding her with pleasure. She moaned, “Thank you, Mistresses, thank you.” Over and over she said it.
The weekend was only beginning.
