Brian Wells had been waiting in reception for several minutes before he heard voices. Several students walked past, and then the sound of high heels clicking became audible. A slim lady with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a tight black dress, walked into view. She glanced at him as she waltzed into her office.
Brian was becoming impatient because no one seemed bothered about him, so he approached the receptionist, Lisa Short.
“I am unhappy at being kept waiting. Miss Harris entered her office ten minutes ago and I expect her to see me quicker than this. I am an Inspector of Schools with the Education Department. Tell her I am here following a complaint and expect to see her,” he stated.
“Yes, sir,” Lisa replied.
Lisa picked up the phone and spoke to Mrs Patterson, the Headmistress’s PA.
Miss Harris came out and greeted Mr Wells.
“Good morning. I am sorry to have kept you, but I was dealing with a parent on the phone. Please come in,” Angela said.
They entered the office, and Mr Wells took a seat in front of the desk. Angela sat behind her desk.
“Tea or coffee, Mr Wells?” she enquired.
“Tea, milk and no sugar,” he replied.
Angela pressed her intercom and ordered the tea and biscuits.
“Please, can you explain the reason for your visit, Mr Wells?” Angela enquired.
“The department received a serious complaint from the mother of a girl, Gillian Brown, who you caned last week. She was not happy that you caned her daughter on the bare bottom for an offence which happened out of school. Perhaps you would like to explain,” Mr Wells said.
At that point, Mrs Patterson came in with the tea and biscuits, allowing Angela time to compose a response. As Mrs Patterson left, Angela replied.
“A teacher witnessed Gillian Brown smoking while on the way to school and in uniform. The school policy states that school rules apply while on route to or from school, if in uniform. Also, she had cigarettes and a lighter in her possession while in school. The Punishment Policy states that smoking results in four strokes of the cane on the bare bottom. So, the punishment is correct under the school’s rules and policies.”
Brian asked, “Can you send me the policies and rules so I can write to Mrs Brown to confirm the punishment is correct and dismiss her complaint?” Brian said.
“Thank you. Is there anything else?” Angela enquired.
“Well, there is one other delicate matter. Our research team noticed some inappropriate photos on a social media feed. One showed you in school clothes, another showed you naked emerging from the school pool. There are also shots of you caning two sixth form boys, including their genitals. Further photos show those two lads having sexual relations with two unidentified ladies in the sauna and steam room. There are also some comments about you on the feed. Can you please explain who took the photos and why they took place on school premises?” he replied.
“Oh!” Angela said, “We have identified and dealt with the person who placed covert cameras.”
“That explains who took them, but can you explain the scenarios that led to them?” Brian enquired.
“The canings were a normal punishment, and it is school policy that all canings are on the bare bottom. Their genitals were visible because of the camera position in my office. The photo of me is from a private naturist club meeting, and we had switched off our CCTV system. The sexual incidents breach the club rules and I have dealt with them internally,” she replied.
“Thank you. I will document the responses and just need to cover one other issue. There are photos of you and one boy leaving the pool and going into your flat. The time on the metadata shows him staying some time before leaving. Are you in a relationship with the boy, Miss Harris?” he asked.
“He walked me home as it was dark and I gave him a glass of wine to celebrate his birthday,” Angela responded.
“That is a politician’s answer. Are you in a relationship with him and have you ever had sexual intercourse with him?” Brian continued.
“Nothing illegal has taken place,” she replied.
“That is not what I asked. He is over sixteen and legally can have sexual relations. You are also over sixteen. But there is the matter of an inappropriate relationship between a teacher and a student in breach of teaching guidelines. Have you had a sexual relationship with him?” he questioned.
“We have a mutual relationship,” Angela answered.
“I assume that means you are engaged in a sexual relationship with him. Am I correct?” Brian pursued.
“Yes. We had sexual intercourse on his birthday,” she admitted.
“Thank you. It would have been better if you had admitted it earlier,” he said.
“What happens now?” Angela asked.
“That depends on you. I can explain the photos to the department, but it leaves your admission outstanding. I have it recorded and what I do with it depends on you. Including it in my report may result in dismissal and being banned from teaching. But I would like to offer you another option. My sources tell me that the lady responsible for the cameras and the social media got caned and issued with a verbal warning, rather than reporting to the police. I would like to offer you a similar option. I will delete the recording if you allow me to indulge in a fantasy by caning you. What do you think of my idea?” Brian suggested.
“You don’t leave me much choice. I will accept, but it has to be this Friday, so I can recover before next Monday. Shall we say 6 o’clock at reception? I will have to trust you with the recording,” Angela agreed.
“Very well. I will come here on Friday at six o’clock, and we can make use of your nice caning bench. I promise not to copy the tape,” he said.
“See you on Friday,” she said as Brian got up and walked towards the door.
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As soon as Brian left, Angela picked up the phone and called Peter Jones, the security expert who had investigated the social media postings.
“Good morning, Peter. It’s Angela here with a job for you,” she said.
“Hello Angela. How can I help?” he replied.
“I need some covert cameras and audio recording equipment set up in my office before Friday. I also need the cameras removed on Saturday or Sunday. Is that possible?” Angela asked.
“Of course. I can use the cameras we seized and add some microphones. How do you want to record the media?” Peter enquired.
“Onto my laptop, please, and into a cloud-based account,” she replied.
“I will come in on Thursday after school. My usual fees apply,” he said.
“I will see you at seven o’clock on Thursday evening outside the main entrance,” Angela said.
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Peter fitted the cameras as per Angela’s instructions on the Thursday, so she was prepared for her meeting with Brian. On Friday evening, she told the site manager that she was working late and would lock up and set the alarm. Brian Wells arrived just before six o’clock, and Angela ushered him in before locking the main school door and her office door. She had slipped home and changed into a loose black dress and black chunky high heeled knee-length boots.
“Good evening, Mr Wells,” Angela said.
“Good evening, Angela,” he replied.
“Before we start, can you show me the recording?” she asked.
Brian showed her the recording and played the first part to her.
“And that is the only recording?” Angela asked.
“Yes. I am a man of my word,” Brian replied.
“Just to clarify, you are making me fulfil your fantasy by blackmailing me. Is that correct?” Angela asked.
“I wouldn’t put it quite like that,” he responded.
“You have threatened me in order to fulfil your fantasy, so I count it as blackmail,” she continued.
“If you put it like that, then I suppose so. But I could just hand over my tape, and your career ends. I know how much you enjoy parts of your job, so it’s a win for both of us,” Brian countered.
“I wouldn’t normally consider allowing you to cane me without the threat, so it is more of a win for you. You are getting rewarded for failing to do your job,” Angela said.
“Very true. I always fancied you when I first saw you as a teacher at Kingsnorth School. You were the best looking deputy head ever. I was eighteen at the time you caned me. I rushed home for a wank afterwards,” Brian said.
“I thought I recognised your name. I caned you for wolfwhistling at me on your last day there,” she recalled.
“Yes. Six strokes on my bare bum. It has taken some time, but now is my chance for revenge,” he stated.
“Let’s get this over,” Angela barked.
Angela lifted her dress and bent over the desk.
“Oh no, not like that. Strip off, just like you made me do,” he exclaimed.
Angela stood up and removed her dress, revealing her nude body.
“You came prepared,” Brian said as his cock stiffened at the sight of her beautiful body.
“On the bench,” Brian barked.
Angela bent over and grasped the rails. Brian selected a long whippy cane from the rack and stepped alongside her. The cane touched her buttocks before he pulled it back. It swished down hard onto Angela’s bum and a red line crossed her bum.
Brian was impatient, and he cracked the cane down for the second time without pausing, closely followed by the third and fourth strokes. Angela gasped as the pain burnt into her bum.
Brian swiftly delivered the last two strokes as hard as he could, causing Angela to yelp as one of them hit her thighs.
Brian stepped away, and Angela stood up.
“May I have the recording now?” she requested.
“I think I will keep it. It might come in useful in the future,” he replied with a laugh.
“I don’t think so. Let me play you a video,” Angela said.
She went to her laptop and found the part containing their conversation. Shocked, Brian shouted at her.
“You fucking recorded us!”
“I didn’t trust you, so I have a recording of tonight. You give me the recording, and I delete the copy on the laptop,” she replied.
Reluctantly, Brian handed over the recording, and Angela deleted the recording on the laptop.
“But you don’t know if I have a copy,” Brian said.
“No. But I made sure that if you did, you could never use it without wrecking your career. I have a copy automatically saved in the cloud. If your copy ever threatens my career, I will send my tape to the department, and your career goes up in smoke. Can we agree that neither of us wants that and move on?” she stated.
“Yes, I think that is the best plan,” he answered.
“Good. I have drafted an agreement here. If we both sign it, then neither of us will break it. It does not compromise us, it just mentions recordings and dates. Can you sign it, please?” Angela said.
Brian read the agreement and signed two copies before Angela did likewise. She handed one copy to him before putting her copy into the desk.
“Get dressed and leave, please,” she instructed.
Brian got dressed, and Angela put her dress on. She unlocked the door and walked to reception. As he walked out, Brian made one more comment.
“I enjoyed tonight, caning you was very sexy. Do you fancy a repeat sometime?”
“No chance,” she replied, determined to put him down.
“Your loss,” he said as he walked away.
Angela laughed as he departed.
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Over the weekend, Peter removed the cameras, and Angela was content that she had resolved the issue.
On Monday morning, Angela was in her office when a well-dressed lady walked into reception.
“Good morning. My name is Mrs Walker. I am employed by the Education Department as an Inspection Officer. I am here to see Ms Harris, please,” the lady said.
“I will let her know,” Lisa replied.
“Just show me to her office. I do not wish to be announced,” Mrs Walker said.
Lisa showed her to the office, and Mrs Walker knocked.
Angela was not happy about someone knocking on her door unannounced, and it showed.
“Yes,” she snarled as she opened the door.
“I am Mrs Walker, an Inspection Officer with the Department of Education,” the lady said.
“Oh. Sorry, I was not expecting you,” Angela replied.
“That was the intention,” Mrs Walker said as she breezed in and sat down.
“How can I help you?” Angela asked as she sat behind her desk.
“I am here to discipline you for having sexual relations with a student. Here is the formal notice. Someone forwarded a copy of a video which appeared on social media and an audio recording. Your admission is on the audio. There are two methods of dealing with this, depending on the student’s age,” Mrs Walker stated.
“But I spoke to Mr Wells last week, and he expressed satisfaction with my explanation,” Angela replied.
“Who is Mr Wells?” Mrs Walker asked.
“He is one of your inspectors. He was here last week,” Angela explained.
“We do not have a Mr Wells working for us. If he claimed to be an Inspector he was lying,” Mrs Walker said.
“Mrs Walker. He came here and questioned me. From what you say, I assume he was fraudulent. However, he offered me an option to clear up the matter and returned on Friday after school. He caned me and signed an agreement to not disclose the matter. I have my copy and a video of the caning,” Angela mumbled.
“That is irrelevant. The department does not employ Mr Wells. He appears to have conned you for his own gratification,” Mrs Walker continued.
“But he caned me and said the matter was closed,” Angela protested.
“He conned you for his own gratification. Coming back to the options, how old was the student? I think his name is John?” Mrs Walker asked.
“The first time was on his eighteenth birthday, a kind of present,” Angela said.
“That is good for you. As he was eighteen, it means I can offer a disciplinary caning with a one week suspension and the matter is closed. Will you accept the caning?” Mrs Walker asked.
“If I refuse, what will happen?” Angela asked.
“I will suspend you and you will face disciplinary procedures from the school and the Teaching Council. At worst, you get dismissed and barred from teaching,” Mrs Walker explained.
“In that case, I accept,” Angela replied.
“The rules state that there must be a witness present. Do you wish to name somebody?” Mrs Walker enquired.
“Please could Mrs Patterson, my PA, be present,” Angela responded.
“I will speak to her while you strip off,” Mrs Walker said.
Mrs Walker was gone for about five minutes, and Angela was sitting on a chair naked when she returned with Mrs Patterson.
Mrs Walker selected the longest and thickest cane while Mrs Patterson sat down. Angela knew the form and positioned herself on the caning bench. Mrs Walker stood alongside Angela and touched the cane on Angela’s buttocks. The cane slid backwards and forwards before Mrs Walker lifted it back. It swished down hard and central on her bum, burrowing into her fleshy buttocks. Angela gasped loudly as the bright red line crossed her rear.
The cane soon returned, and Angela tensed as it tapped. It hissed down just below the first stroke with a similar result. Angela gasped loudly for the second time.
Mrs Patterson was smiling as she watched. She felt a warm tingle in her groin and realised that she was becoming moist.
Mrs Walker touched the cane again, and it whistled down, causing Angela to yelp quietly.
The fourth stroke followed, and Angela was in agony as the burning lines crossed her old marks.
Mrs Walker delivered the fifth stroke below the first four, all perfectly parallel, causing Angela to cry out loud. Mrs Patterson had a broad grin on her face and her hands were rubbing her moist pussy, totally oblivious to the fact that Mrs Walker had noticed.
The last stroke was the hardest, and it cracked down just where Angela’s thighs met her buttocks. Angela cried out loudly and Mrs Walker smiled. She turned towards Mrs Patterson and motioned that she should stop rubbing herself.
Mrs Walker stepped away and Angela eased herself up.
“You may get dressed and then sign this form before leaving,” Mrs Walker said.
Angela struggled into her tight dress, leaving her underwear in her bag. She slipped her shoes on before signing the form.
“Here is your copy. You must not enter the school grounds until next Monday. I will become the Acting Headteacher until then. Can I have your keys and pass, please?” Mrs Walker said.
“But I live on site,” Angela protested.
“In that case, you can remain in your flat and to use the grounds as a direct route to the road if you wish to leave the flat. You may not use the leisure centre or any other building,” Mrs Walker stressed.
Angela grabbed her coat and walked out. As she went past reception, Lisa noticed her red eyes and the awkward walk, but said nothing.
“Mrs Patterson. I observed you rubbing yourself sexually during the caning. Were you enjoying the punishment?” Mrs Walker addressed the PA.
“It reminded me of school and watching the boys get caned. I got aroused then,” she explained.
“Did you ever get the cane?” Mrs Walker asked.
“No. Girls did not get caned,” Mrs Patterson replied.
“Would you like a couple of strokes now to find out what it feels like?” Mrs Walker enquired.
“Oh! I wasn’t expecting that. Perhaps a couple of light strokes,” Mrs Patterson answered.
“Shall we say three medium strokes with the thinner cane?” Mrs Walker suggested.
“Umm!” Mrs Patterson mumbled.
“Come on. Bend over the desk. Your skirt is tight enough, so no need to embarrass you by removing it,” Mrs Walker urged.
Mrs Patterson was unsure. Part of her fancied the caning, but the other part feared the pain. After a brief pause, Mrs Walker spoke.
“Come on. You know you want to try it. Three strokes, and then you can go to your office for a wank.”
“I’d prefer the rest of the day off and go home. My husband is there and he can service my needs,” she countered.
“OK. Bend over,” Mrs Walker urged.
Mrs Patterson bent over the desk, her fulsome rear tightening on the black skirt. Mrs Walker selected a cane and gently tapped it on her bum. Twice it tapped, causing Mrs Patterson to tense, before it swished down with a crack. Mrs Patterson moaned loudly as the pain bit.
The second stroke hissed onto its target, causing a second loud moan.
Mrs Walker lined up the cane for the last time and it whistled down hard. Mrs Patterson jumped up and rubbed her bum.
“That fucking hurt,” she ranted.
“It was meant to. Now rush off home to hubby while you feel horny,” Mrs Walker said.
Mrs Patterson grinned as she rubbed her bum. That warm tingle returned to her groin as she rushed out.
“Thank you,” she said as she left.
A few minutes later, she staggered past reception on her way home. Lisa grinned as she noticed that funny walk.
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That evening, the Naturist Club turned up to find the leisure centre locked. They departed home except for John. He went to Angela’s flat and knocked.
“What are you doing here?” Angela asked when she opened the door.
“I was worried about you. You weren’t at school, and Mrs Walker is Acting Head. Then the centre was closed. What’s going on?” he enquired.
“Come in,” Angie said.
John stepped inside and Angie took him to the lounge.
“John, this is very awkward. I got suspended for a week today because we had sex. Somebody reported me to the authorities, and I am barred from school premises. As you were eighteen when we first had sex, I got a disciplinary caning as well. That is the end of the matter, and I will not get reported. Mrs Walker is a School Inspector, and she caned me today,” Angie explained.
“You got caned. Wow! But where does that leave us?” John asked.
“The good news is that is my only punishment. They can not punish me again for having sexual relations with you. So, will you take me to bed, please?” she pleaded.
“Yes, please,” John replied as Angie led the way.
As soon as they were in the bedroom, Angie displayed her red bum to John.
“They look painful,” John said as he stroked her raised welts.
“Not too painful to stop me riding you,” Angie said as she pushed him back onto the bed.
She was soon straddling him, and his cock slipped into her wet opening. Angie thrust herself down, pushing his erect willy deep inside of her. John pushed back as she pounded down on him, causing Angie to moan loudly in delight as his cock tickled her clit. Harder and faster, she rode him as she screeched to a climax. As she shuddered to a second orgasm, John reached his time and shot his cream deep inside her. They both relaxed and cuddled together before falling asleep.
