Miss Summers was the School Secretary and she also acted as secretary to the headmistress, Miss Coe.
Miss Summers was fifty-eight years old and had worked at the school for ten years. She had a strict demeanour but all of the pupils tended to like her because they knew that she was sincere.
Miss Coe had been at the school for three years. She was thirty-eight years old and was very strict with the pupils. She used corporal punishment freely both on those who had received double detentions but also others who she simply decided needed to be disciplined.
The school was for sixth form girls only and so the pupils ranged from sixteen years old to eighteen years old. The school had a reputation for being strict and therefore, equally, the schoolgirls tended to be well-behaved both within the school grounds and when travelling to and from the school.
Although reasonably experienced Miss Coe did tend to get flustered quite quickly and had been known to punish girls when they had not actually misbehaved. Such an occurrence had just happened as April Lewis had discovered.
Miss Summers had not been at her desk when April arrived at her office. April, therefore, knocked on the Study door and was told to enter by Miss Coe. April wasn’t sure why she had been summoned to the Headmistress because she was one of the better-behaved girls who always did her homework on time and was generally in the top three or four in her class.
Miss Coe believed, however, that April had misbehaved so badly in class the day before that her teacher had sent a note requesting that she be given four strokes of the cane.
Miss Coe looked up as April entered her Study noting she was in the summer uniform of a short-sleeved white and green checked dress with a white belt. It was the summer uniform and socks weren’t required and like all of the girls April had bare legs. She waited for April to stand still in front of her desk before saying in a stern tone of voice, “Well I am really surprised at you, April. I would not have expected you to have misbehaved and to be sent to me for punishment by Miss Jarvis. However, that is why you are here and therefore please present yourself for the caning. Miss Jarvis asked me to give you four strokes.”
April was horrified at what she had heard. “Please, Miss Coe, I have not misbehaved and I’m sure there’s been a mistake.” She wanted to go and ask Miss Summers because the school secretary kept the corporal punishment register and she was sure that then Miss Coe would accept there had been a mistake. However, she remembered that Miss Summers was not actually at her desk and therefore could not ask her to see the register.
Miss Coe never liked it when any of the girls argued with her and as she was certain that she had got it right she ordered sternly, “I will not have any arguments about this. You will now receive six strokes of the cane and that will increase if you argue anymore. Now get your knickers off and raise your dress above your waist, bring me a cane, and then go and bend over the table so I can cane you.”
April was distraught but knew that if she continued to argue Miss Coe would most certainly add even more strokes. She had never been caned before and the thought of six strokes horrified her, but she conceded defeat and, lifting the hem of her dress, she eased her thumbs inside the elastic of her knickers, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. She placed the knickers on the chair before raising her dress above her waist clutching it to keep it up and walked over to the cupboard and took out one of the canes. She noticed that they were all the same with a hook end. She walked back over to Miss Coe and handed her the cane before stepping across to the caning table. Once there, she held her dress in place still well above her waist and bent down and grabbed the table on both sides breathing heavily knowing that the caning was going to hurt.
Miss Coe watched with a stern look on her face as April adjusted her clothing just like all the girls had to, and then as she bent over the desk. She swished the cane twice to increase April’s distress as she stepped across the room and stood behind and to one side of April looking down at her bare bottom. She made sure that she was positioned correctly so that the end of the cane would land halfway across the far bottom cheek to make sure that the cane did its job and was as painful as possible. Having positioned herself and made sure that the cane would land on the right spot, Miss Coe rubbed the cane sideways across April’s bare bottom cheeks a couple of times to make sure that April was aware that the caning was about to start.
April was already on the verge of tears as she felt the cane being rubbed across her bottom. She was reminded how several of her friends had been caned and had shown her the resulting welts. Each of those friends cried whenever they were caned and were rubbing their buttons for ages afterward and April was sure the same would happen to her.
Miss Coe focused and pulled her arm backwards before bringing the cane down sharply and firmly onto April’s bare bottom and listened as she gave the quite normal grunt with the first stroke, and of course, she watched as the welt quickly developed.
Miss Coe was not one to hang about whilst caning the girls. She only ever allowed a few seconds between strokes because she knew that by giving the strokes relatively quickly it increased the amount of pain. After all, a girl receiving six strokes should end up with much more pain than a girl receiving two or three strokes. The extra strokes being given so quickly would intensify the pain, and rightly so in Miss Coe’s eyes. So, as she pulled her arm back and brought the cane down for the second stroke she knew that April would struggle to cope and, as expected, she listened as April breathed in and out through gritted teeth as that second welt developed.
Whilst April knew that the caning was going to hurt, those first two strokes hurt much more than she had expected. She supposed that it was all very well being told by her friends just how much the cane hurt, but there was no way that she could have understood the real level of pain without experiencing it herself. There was simply no substitute to actually feeling the cane bite into her bottom but now she did know just what her friends meant.
Miss Coe landed the third stroke directly below the first two and watched again as the welt developed and now saw three parallel wickedly red welts on April’s previously uncaned bottom. Miss Coe was never one to cane lightly because, in her mind, the punishment had to hurt in order to teach the girl not to misbehave again. So, when she landed the fourth stroke just a few seconds later and watched that welt develop just below the third welt, she listened to an increasingly distraught April not just grunt and hiss her breath in and out between gritted teeth, but she also heard the first sob. Indeed, it was unusual for any girl to get to the fourth stroke and still not have tear filled eyes and let out a sob and so April’s reaction was fully expected. Even so, as Miss Coe believed she was in the right she had no sympathy for April who she thought was a naughty schoolgirl who needed to be disciplined even if what she did was out of character.
When the fifth stroke landed, April grasped hold of the sides of the table with all of her strength because she knew that if she didn’t there was every likelihood that she would stand up. She knew from her friends that if she were to stand up before the caning was over then that particular stroke would not count and, if repeated, Miss Coe would add an extra stroke as well. April’s eyes were now tear-filled and she also felt tears running down her face and so wanted to do everything that she could to make sure that she didn’t stand up and hence her need to grasp the table so firmly.
On the plus side, April knew that there was now just one stroke left so long as she stayed bent over the caning table with her bottom presented for Miss Coe.
Miss Coe landed the sixth stroke just below the other five and, as always, made it the hardest stroke of all. She knew that the pain would be incredibly intense, although, having said that, she had never been caned herself and was basing her view on the state that the girls were in by the time they had received the last stroke She was however satisfied when she heard several sobs coming from April and so was sure that she was struggling and knew she would be crying very soon.
“Get up, April, your punishment is over,” Miss Coe ordered.
April was sniffing back tears as she pushed herself up from the table. Turning she looked towards Miss Coe and as her vision was blurred knew she was crying. As she stood and the stinging across her bottom took a firm hold she felt the tears run down her face.
April did ask herself what she was supposed to learn from the caning. It wasn’t as though she could tell herself not to be naughty again because she didn’t believe that she had been naughty this time and certainly did not deserve to be caned. However, she could understand why her friend’s behaviour suddenly improved. At least, most of her friends although two of them for some unknown reason enjoyed getting into trouble and being caned. Both those friends of hers would go to the lavatory block after their caning and sitting on one of the toilets in one of the cubicles would masturbate. April still could not understand it even more so now that she had been caned herself.
Miss Coe, however, was happy with the tears running down April’s face and was sure she had learned her lesson. She didn’t expect to have to discipline April again as she reckoned just the once would have taught her never to misbehave again. Of course, she also knew that April would be taking the punishment letter back to her parents and would suffer a spanking when she got home and that would enforce the lesson.
Miss Coe looked sternly at April although realised she would only be seeing her blurred outline but even so she never smirked even when the girls were as distressed as April clearly was. She waited only a moment and ordered, “Go and get your punishment letter from Miss Summers.”
April kept on sniffing as she replied with a sorrowful, “Yes, Miss Coe,” before turning and walking out of the Study. She had forgotten about the punishment letter and had to work out who to give it to. Her mum was away and she was staying with a friend, Becky. Tonight, though, Becky and her mum were out for the night leaving Becky’s older sister, Clara, at the house. In fact, Clara and Becky were half-sisters but as both had been adopted as baby’s they only ever saw each other as proper sister’s and described each other as their sister. April had a bit of a crush on Clara but knew she would have to show her the punishment letter and ask her to spank her. April wasn’t too sure how she felt about that but one thing for sure was that her own mum, well step-mum, won’t be told until she gets back in a few days’ time.
April closed the Study door and went over to Miss Summers desk. She had arrived and was at her desk now.
Miss Summers looked up and seeing April’s tear-streaked face asked, ” What happened, April?”
April realised immediately from the question and inquisitive look that Miss Coe had been mistaken. “I got caned, Miss Summers.”
Miss Summers looked even more surprised as she opened the punishment register and as she looked at the date knew she had been right. “You weren’t down to be caned. In fact, Miss Coe was supposed to give you some good news.” However, Miss Summers supposed that something could have happened first thing before she got to School and that Miss Coe had correctly punished April so she decided she had better play safe and said, “Look, April, I had better give you a punishment letter but check your phone and I’ll speak to Miss Coe and hopefully get it withdrawn before you get home. Okay?”
April was initially upset at being caned but was now intrigued by what the good news was supposed to be. However, as she rubbed her stinging bottom whilst she watched Miss Summers write out the punishment letter she decided that she had better not ask about the news she was supposed to be given.
April took the letter from Miss Summers and then turned and left the office. However, she didn’t want to go straight back to her class and have all of her classmates see her red eyes and so she decided to go to the lavatory. When she got there she quickly looked around and saw that no one else was there and went into a vacant cubicle. She didn’t need to go to the toilet but still lifted the lid and sat on the seat so that her bottom was not touching it. She recovered more quickly than she had expected and after just a few moments she even started to smile to herself at the fact that she had been caned and survived.
After a few moments, though, April looked down at her knickers and was surprised to see that they were slightly stained. She wondered with embarrassment whether in fact she had leaked some wee as she was walking to the lavatory. However, she realised that in fact it wasn’t wee but her sex juice. She started to experience erotic flutters flying around her vagina as the stinging turned from intense pain to something rather more erotic. She ran her fingers along her pussy lips and to her initial amazement but then delight she realised that she was actually quite damp. As she continued to run her fingers along her wet pussy lips and edging them inside herself she even understood why two of her friends went to the lavatory after being caned and masturbated as she too was now feeling so sexually aroused by the pain all over her bottom. Moments later she gasped erotically as she came experiencing one of the most intense orgasms she had ever given herself.
As April slowly recovered from her wonderful orgasm she started to think about Clara who she would be giving the punishment letter to and who would then spank her. Rather than dread the spanking she pictured Clara naked and started to get aroused again. April now couldn’t wait to get home and give the punishment letter to Clara so that she could discover whether a spanking so soon after a caning would give her the same erotic feelings as the caning itself had. Even the thought of the humiliation of bending across Clara’s lap with her bare bottom once again presented for a punishment sent even more erotic flutters racing around her vagina. The feelings her two friends had now made sense to her.
Far happier now, April stood up and pulled her knickers up allowing the elastic to snap back onto her body. She found the pain once again erotic and was about to smack her bottom herself when she heard the door to the lavatory open and two girls chatting happily.
April straightened out her dress and opened the cubicle door. She could see in the mirror her still red eyes and the look of surprise on the faces of the two girls.
“Oh dear, have you been to see the headmistress?” asked one of the girls.
April smiled briefly and said with some bravado, “I have and got six of the best.” April was now even feeling happy that she had been caned and joined the long list of her other friends who had suffered the same. She was no longer going to be called Miss Goody Goody and couldn’t wait to tell everybody what had happened to her.
April gave an, ‘I don’t care because it didn’t hurt that much’ look to the two girls who smiled knowingly but was aware that both girls had been caned themselves and knew very well how painful it was. However, feeling even better, April left the lavatory and started to walk towards her classroom.
After just a few steps Aprils telephone buzzed indicating a message had been received. She quickly took her phone out of her pocket and looked at the message. It was from Miss Summers who said that she had sorted everything out with the Headmistress and she could throw the punishment letter away and it would be deleted from her record as well.
April was actually disappointed to get the message. She was now looking forward to giving the punishment letter to Clara and the spanking that would hopefully follow. She had a crush on her and was even fantasising about the spanking and that Clara might give her finger sex after the spanking and if not she would masturbate for sure and so she really wanted the spanking to happen.
It took only a moment for April to decide to delete the message from her phone and then deny that the message was ever received. As she pressed the delete button April smiled to herself and started to hum a tune thinking about the spanking she would be getting as soon as she got back to the house.
Back at Miss Coe’s office Miss Summers was explaining to her the mistake that she had made. Miss Summers was actually rather annoyed because Miss Coe had made several mistakes over the previous few weeks and she was getting more and more annoyed with her. Miss Summers decided that something had to be done about the numerous errors and that the caning of April may be just the last straw.
To be continued…
