The sun was streaming through the window of the schoolroom, the wooden floors creaking as the warmth of the spring sun penetrated the old stripped pine floor boards making it swell and twist.
A solitary, highly polished brown wooden school desk had been positioned in the centre of the sparse school room. A chair had been positioned to the left hand side of it making the on looker question its strategic placement. Hanging from the back of the chair was a very simple crook handle cane-its size and simplicity almost making it invisible against its predominantly wooden environment. A black board was on one wall, although hardly a black board as its name describes -more a greyish bluish board that had ingrained chalk dust from years of use and cleaning. Its blackness might have been worn away from overuse, but its functionality and what it represented were still present. A single piece of worn down chalk stick lay embedded in a sea of white dust on a small wooden protrusion at the bottom of the black board. Everything in this room suggested education, focus and discipline clearly a reflection of the schools Head Mistress’s ethos.
All of a sudden the silence was broken as heels were heard approaching the room, mirrored by a clumsy scuffling dragging sound directly behind them. The contrasting noises echoed through the long corridor getting louder and closer. As they approached a clear, sharp, educated female voice was heard reprimanding a boy – a muffled reply could be heard from him, then silence. The females voice could be clearly heard now as both parties were behind the closed school door-‘Wait outside boy I will call you when I’m ready…………’ Silence. …. ’Look at me when I’m talking to you! What did I say to you?
A males voice could be heard very meekly responding . ’You will call me, Miss, when you are ready.’
‘That’s right-I will!!! ‘ Now stand up straight and sort yourself out boy!’
The sound of heels spinning on polished floor boards could be heard then the turning of a large brass handle …
All of a sudden the door to the schoolroom swung open allowing more light to stream in and with it carry a tall, slim, blonde girl into its surrounding walls. Her demeanour was one of grace and confidence blended with a twist of sadism ,but one would not be aware of the latter as a bubbly smile bathed in red lip gloss gave the female an appearance of innocence The quiet calm solitary room took on a different ambience as the girl swiftly snapped the crook handle cane up in her right hand and swished it through the air-again and again and again-its sound sliced the air and ricocheted around the room. A cruel glint appeared in her eyes and a cheeky grin spread across her heart shaped face. Again, she swished the cane through the air then purposefully cracked it down on the seat of the chair-the boy outside the door was meant to hear that-a prelude to what was going to happen. Once again she swooshed the cane through the air then cracked it down on the seat of the chair-shouting out loud as she did so for the boy to enter her room. The door tentatively opened and a males head appeared around the corner.
‘Come in boy’, she snapped!!….’And shut the door behind you.’ Her voice was a mixture of sing songy school girl with a menacing undertone…she had brought her little lamb to the slaughter…and she was going to use him tease him punish him and make him squirm! She just loved threatening and punishing the errant cocky males from the boy’s school next door-especially when they were caught off limits peeping at the 6th form girls.
The male walked in, his head bowed and his school cap hiding the embarrassed red face underneath-he pushed the door closed with his right hand keeping the other one in the pocket of his grey flannel shorts.
‘Stand next to the chair, head up, hands out of pockets and stay still’ The head girl had lowered her voice and moved in on the boys personal space. She was going to tease him and make what he had inside his trousers hard! She had deliberately put on an extra short pleated grey skirt so her stocking tops were on display, her blouse was far too small, making the buttons stretch over her ample breast and reveal glimpses of cleavage.
She drew in as close as possible to him ‘Look at me when I’m talking to you…you know why you are here;…don’t you?’
The boy whimpered a tiny ’ Ye-es.’
‘You…… are a naughty peeping tom! An over excited little boy with an over excited little willy that controls that simple little mind of yours. Not only have I found you peeping through the window of the girl’s toilet window but Lucy Barker actually caught you trying to peep round the corner of the main entrance door to the girl’s toilets…trying to look under the toilet doors at the girls with their panties pulled down……AND… we will report this to the Head Mistress of our school and the Master of yours if you don’t take your punishment today. As Head Girl I have authority to use Head Mistresses room to punish over excitable boys like you! ‘
The boy started squirming and twitching and his right hand wandered to the bulge that was growing in his grey school trousers-instead of hiding what was happening he had in fact drawn the Head Girls attention to it.
Furiously and swiftly she snapped up the cane and cracked it over the school desk-creating a gun shot sound that seemed to bounce off the walls and make the glass in the windows vibrate. The boy jumped and pulled his hands back behind his back.
‘What…she shouted Is that? She poked the cane at the bulge in his trousers! His face reddened and the bulge grew bigger and harder making the cane bounce off it.
‘Nnn …n.nnn nothing ..Miss..’ His voice spluttered the words out.
‘Pull your shorts down…NOW.’ I want to see what you have to show me that is so BIG inside those shorts’. She let out a giggle then reached for a mobile phone in her blazer pocket and put it on the school desk-a visual threat for the boy if he didn’t do as he was told. One phone call and the other senior girls would be there in a minute to witness his predicament.
‘Bbbut …you can’t do that ..you can’t make me do that Miss….I’m not doing that.’ He pulled his hands over the front of his trousers, his eyes wide and scared he stepped back.
Reaching forward the school girl grabbed his ear and pulled him up towards her.
The boy could smell her perfume and feel her breath against his face and the slight pressure of her breasts pushing against him. He could feel himself blush and rush of blood surge through the growing bulge in his trousers. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to see her naked…all he could do was think sexual thoughts..he was ready to come in his pants!! He started to breath heavily and quickly..he knew he had to calm down before he shot his load
At the exact moment that he thought he would come she grabbed his face with her hands and drew even closer making his near orgasm stop in its tracks. Whispering in his his ear, the Head Girl gave him firm, strict instructions..
‘I will tell you one more time-take your shorts and pants down to your ankles boy…if you don’t I will have you marched through the girls dormitory naked!! I have complete authority as Head Girl to discipline boys like you…with a spanking, a cane or even a birch!!’
She pushed him away and watched as he stumbled and fumbled at the button on his shorts and remaining upright. His breathing became heavy and beads of sweat appeared on his hot red face as he clumsily undid the shorts letting them fall to the ground and rest on his black Clarks school shoes..As he pulled at his pants they got stuck on his erection making it want tocome even more as the fabric brushed over it before falling to his ankles. He stood in front of the Head Girl- his pants and shorts at his ankles and his erection on full display.
She walked towards him-cane in hand…flicking the end of the cane on his hard erection. The boy quivered and shook.’ P..pp…p.p. lease ..no..dont cane me..I didn’t do it…..I didn’t look at those girls in the toilet…or play with myself as I watched.’ His words were stammered and broken.
‘What?’ Shouted the Head Girl? ‘Play wiith yourself? I mentioned nothing about that when I told you why you were brought here! You have just buried yourself even deeper in a grave of trouble!’
With that she took hold of the boys hard erection and swung him to her right hand side.
‘You! Are going over my knee, to be spanked before you are caned on the bare bottom and birched on the bare bottom.’
She sat on the chair next to the table, raised her grey pleated skirt to reveal her stocking tops with her left hand and with her right hand she held tightly on to his hard willy.
‘This’ She said looking at his willy,’ is going to be squashed in-between my stocking topped thighs as you are put over my knee to be spanked’’
She pulled him by his erection down and over her knees, pushing his hard ,bursting, swollen willy in between her thighs and clenching her leg muscles thus trapping it. His body toppled over her knees, forcing his bottom upright and ready for punishment,His head was at her ankles-his view only confirming the predicament he was in.
‘This…is going to get a sound bare bottom, over the knee spanking in preparation for the cane and birch.’ She said gleefully, with a big smile on her face.
The boy wriggled and squirmed as she started to spank his bottom, she pulled him in tightly so he couldn’t move and crossed her legs so his willy was well and truly trapped in between her legs. As each hand spank came down on his bare bottom ,she could feel him swell with excitement in between her thighs. She continued spanking until his bottom was like a red rosy apple…..running her nails over his bare exposed cheeks she mocked him and his helplessness before delivering another 24 short sharp hand spanks on that already hot bottom. He squealed out like a girl in pain as the punishment continued…..His tormentress reminded him who was in charge and what was on his punishment agenda for spying on girls in the toilets…
‘Next young man we are going to take you to the girls dormitory for them all to watch while I cane and birch you…….’ She let out a threatening laugh as she continued with the boys punishment.