PUNISHMENT BY PROXY.
By
Alex Birch

M/F

Dr Miles Spencer got up from his desk once more, his soul restless and
unhappy, then walked over to the window of his office from where he could
look down into the quadrangle at the sea of schoolchildren in their
distinctive green blazers now arriving for lessons.  He looked at his watch
and groaned.  8.50 a.m. and she would be here in ten minutes!  What on earth
could he say to the girl's mother after yesterday's performance?  In all his
eight years as headmaster of the Bishop Morton Private School, Miles Spencer
had never felt so low.  It would all be so unnecessary too if the girl had
possessed an ounce of backbone and accepted her due punishment.  However it
was not to be and Miles sat down again, prepared to complete his reluctant
and grim letter of recommendation to the Board of Governors.  He knew
Vanessa was already in school for he had seen her arrive, her face white and
grim like someone facing the death sentence.  Which in a sense she was, he
reflected sadly as he put pen to paper.  As he wrote, his mind raced back to
the previous afternoon's proceedings in his office and he sighed ...



..She stood like a statue in front of his desk, a pale skinned pretty girl
with long dark hair, which almost reached her shoulders, and big expressive
brown eyes, which today were wide with fear and shame.  Her face was
blushing red and Miles could see that tears were not far away.  The girl's
hands were clenched tightly together, her knuckles white with terror.
Miles looked up at her from his desk, his eyes cold with anger.
'There is no excuse for your conduct, Vanessa, no excuse at all.  I cannot
understand what you were thinking about, girl.  Miss Griffin could have been
killed or at least seriously injured by that stunt.  You are lucky she
escaped with a chipped bone in her elbow or your education in this school
would be over!'

She had started to cry now as she turned those big eyes towards him.
'I..I'm sorry, Dr Spencer, I really am.  I didn't mean to hurt Miss Griffin
at all.  The bucket wasn't meant to land on her, just pour the water over
her.  It was just an end of term jape, Dr Spencer.  Please Sir believe me, I
didn't mean her any harm!' and she stared at him, silently pleading for
mercy.

Miles believed her for Vanessa was not an evil girl just thoughtless and
irresponsible but even the intended consequences would have humiliated the
teacher and that in itself was worthy of a visit to the Head's study.  The
fact that the stupid child had balanced a metal fire bucket over the door
without considering where the bucket would fall simply compounded the
indiscipline to a considerably higher plane.

'I believe you meant Miss Griffin no injury, Vanessa ...' the reply was cold
and angry '...but don't think that excuses you from severe punishment.  You
would have been expelled immediately had I thought for one moment that you
planned to injure a teacher.  As it is, you have tried to make Miss Griffin
a laughing stock and injured her in the process.  I suspect that your choice
of victim is not unrelated to the fact that she has given you three
detentions this term for unsatisfactory homework.  Well, whatever your
motives you will be severely punished!'

The girl was weeping softly now as she waited for his next words.
'You will stay in detention for 2 hours on each of four successive evenings
next week and on each evening you will write out 200 lines in your best
handwriting "I must not play stupid pranks which may cause serious injury" .
Is that clear, Vanessa?'

The girl looked relieved.  'Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir' she replied with a gasp
of delight.
'You seem relieved ...' Miles said acidly '...but I think your pleasure is a
little premature.  That is only a secondary punishment.  What you did was
irresponsible, dangerous and tantamount to severely disruptive behaviour.
You are aware of the punishment code in this school are you not, Vanessa.
It is applied without mitigation to both girls and boys.  You are about to
suffer the consequences of equal opportunity, I'm afraid!'

He turned to the cupboard at the left of his desk and reached inside.  He
heard the girl's cry of terror immediately as he swivelled back to face her,
placing on his desk a 3ft long rattan cane.  Miles was astonished by the
girl's reaction for she was shaking like an epileptic and her eyes bulged
out of their sockets.  Her mouth was opening but nothing came out as she
gazed hypnotically at the cane.  He decided to be forceful for the girl was
close to hysterics.

'Come on, Vanessa, you are sixteen years old and responsible for your own
actions.  Don't stand there shivering like a six-year-old.  You played the
trick and now you must face the consequences.  I regard this as severely
disruptive behaviour for which a severe punishment is called.  You will
receive twelve strokes of the cane on your bare bottom.  Now take off your
skirt and your knickers, then place them on my desk.  I then want you to
bring two of those chairs into the middle ...'

Miles got no further, for to his horror he watched the shivering girl
suddenly jerk her head and begin to retch, tiny specks of vomit dripping
down her blouse.  Then she suddenly shuddered violently and ran for the
door, which was locked.  In all his years Miles had never seen a performance
like this and he wondered how to calm her down.
'The door is locked, Vanessa ...' he said quietly '...and you are behaving
like a big baby.  I've never seen such an exhibition of gutless funk in all
my life.  You may sit down and compose yourself.  If you do not take your
punishment willingly within five minutes, I have no choice but to have you
expelled and that would be tragic.  You are a good student and basically a
good girl but what you did was wrong ...very wrong and you must pay for it.
Surely your academic career is worth ten minutes of pain.  I know its
embarrassing too but you'll get over that.  Yours will not be the first
young lady's bare bottom to have felt my cane, believe me, and they all
survived!'

His entreaties had no effect at all.  The girl simply got more hysterical
and began to scream 'NOOOOO.  I won't be caned, I won't, I won't!' then
began to try and wrench the doorknob off until she sank to the carpet
exhausted, her limbs shuddering and trembling.
Miles got up from his desk with a heavy heart and moved towards the door.
When she saw him, Vanessa began to squeal in terror and rolled over into a
foetal position on the carpet.  He heaved a sigh of despair and suppressed
fury.

'It's alright, Vanessa, I'm going to open the door and let you out.  I
certainly cannot cane you in that state and we are not in the dark ages
here.  I don't drag pupils over the desk by force.  However, if you leave
this office now without taking your punishment, I have no option but to
write a letter of recommendation to the Governors asking for your expulsion.
I am sorry, Vanessa, that you haven't the guts to take what's coming to you
and it almost certainly means your academic career is in ruins.  It is such
a waste.  Go home now and I will call your mother and break the bad news.
She will be very upset for I know how much your success means to her.'
With that he opened the door as the terrified girl got to her feet.  Red
faced and crying, she mumbled something incoherent and stumbled down the
passageway as Miles watched her leave, shaking his head sadly ...



..Miles finished his letter and as he began to put it into an envelope his
internal phone rang.  'Mrs Downes is here' was the message from his
secretary in the outer office.  Miles took a deep breath before answering,
for his feelings about seeing Kathy Downes this morning were ambiguous.
Under normal circumstances there were few parents whose presence pleased him
more for Kathy Downes was all personality, attractive, shapely and ...hell
be honest ...downright sexy!  What's more Miles sensed that at
parent/teacher meetings there had always been a good rapport between them.
Today was different and his heart was heavy wondering how to cope with Mrs
Downes' undoubted distress at the prospect of her young and talented
daughter being expelled for a silly jape that went wrong.

'Send her in, Paula!'  Miles said with a sigh and within a few seconds his
secretary had opened the door and ushered Kathy Downes into his office.
Miles stood up and shook her hand, which he noticed was unusually cold and
trembling slightly.  Normally so fresh faced and vivacious for her
thirty-seven years, today Kathy looked slightly pale and sleepless after an
obviously harrowing evening with her daughter.

'Mrs Downes ...' Miles began quietly '...I don't think I need to tell you
how sorry I am that things have come to this.  I think we have met often
enough for you to believe that the last thing I would want is your
daughter's expulsion from school but I'm afraid last night's performance
gives me little choice.'
Kathy Downes cleared her throat and stared into his eyes.  Jeez, thought
Miles, it's clear where Vanessa gets her looks!  Her mom is absolutely
stunning!
'I know you are a good man, Dr Spencer ...' she said softly '...and I know
this must grieve you almost as much as it grieves me.  Please tell me
everything that happened right from the beginning!'

So he did.  Every detail from the detentions handed out by Miss Griffin
through to the jape that went wrong.  How he had taken statements from
witnesses to Vanessa's intentions and then to the incident itself.  He
explained how the heavy bucket had both drenched Miss Griffin with water
and,thanks to an alert boy who pulled the teacher sharply forward, had
merely struck the teacher's arm painfully on the elbow necessitating
hospital treatment but how it could all have been so much worse.
When he'd finished he looked across and saw, to his annoyance, that Kathy
Downes was struggling with suppressed laughter.  Before he could say
anything, she realised and raised her hand in apology, her face assuming a
serious pose once more.

'I'm sorry, Dr Spencer, I didn't mean to laugh and I don't think the injury
to a teacher is at all funny but as for the water trick, it's the sort of
thing I used to do when I was a pupil here ...and I paid the penalty for it
too!'

Miles relaxed, allowing the thought of a soaking Miss Griffin to enter his
mind and he too could not resist a smile.
'I know you paid the penalty, Mrs Downes ...' he grinned '...for you were
Kathy Turner then weren't you!  Aged sixteen if I'm not mistaken and you got
the cane for it too!'
Kathy Downes blushed bright red.

'That's a bit underhanded, kind sir ...' she said softly '...looking up my
school records.  I suppose it's easier now its on computer.  You just found
my daughter's records then requested links and found me.  Well if you know
that much I suppose you know that ...' and now she was blushing furiously
'...I was caned on my bare bottom by the headmaster in front of witnesses'
Miles nodded his head and then resumed his serious expression.
'Mrs Downes, did you feel you were unfairly treated by that punishment?'

Kathy Downes shook her head and grinned ruefully.
'I suppose I did at the time like all kids.  I was frightened too and of
course fear determines a sense of grievance, however unjustified.  In adult
hindsight, if you forgive the pun, no I think the caning was deserved and I
never did anything like it again.  It was embarrassing too, more so because
in those days you were caned in front of the Governors and I was nearly sick
with shame.  It was better than being expelled though!'

Miles nodded and stared at her intently.
'I asked because your daughter is in exactly the same position and she
deserves it too.  The difference is that the punishment would have been
quick and private and would have saved her school career.  I could not
believe the fuss she made.  I really thought she was going to pass out with
hysteria.  I beg you, Mrs Downes, try and make your daughter see sense or we
have an academic tragedy on our hands.'

Kathy Downes' pretty face creased up with worry.
'I know I signed the punishment rules when Vanessa started here, Dr Spencer,
but I never thought for one moment they would be invoked.  She is such a
quiet and obedient child most of the time and this is so out of character.
You are right, Dr Spencer, Vanessa deserves to be punished severely and I
support you 100% but I tell you now there is no way she will accept the cane
and we are both agreed that children should not be dragged kicking and
screaming to face punishment.  That is not on.  You see, I know she appears
to be a coward but ever since she was a baby her pain threshold has been
incredibly low and her skin is so sensitive it bruises virtually as soon as
she bumps into a table leg.  My late husband and I tried spanking her when
she was a naughty infant but we were horrified at the damage a simple
spanking did to her poor little bottom.  She would scream the house down and
her bottom would take on the appearance of a child who had been struck with
a bullwhip.  We had to stop for fear of the Social Services being called in
She has incredibly delicate skin, Dr Spencer, and a caning would be a
nightmare for her.  I know you can't make exceptions but I can't bear to see
her expelled. I beg you, can you please reconsider?'

Miles shook his head sadly.
'I am moved by what you say and I realise there are particular circumstances
here but I cannot, must not, make exceptions because of emotional
plea-bargaining.  That is the start of the undermining of any discipline in
a school.  I must insist that she take her punishment or face expulsion.'

Tears filled Kathy Downes' attractive eyes and Miles felt the urge to hold
her, comfort her.  Damn, this was an awful situation to which he could see
no resolution.
'I blame myself partly for this ...' Kathy said quietly '...for although I
love my daughter very much I don't think I've given her the time she needed
since her father died four years ago.  She took Bill's death very badly you
know and I suppose I tried to forget my grief my throwing myself into my
career interests.  I got a promotion within the advertising agency and
started bringing work home just when she needed her mom to talk to.  I know
I started looking round for professional opportunities to advance myself and
joined the local golf club which took up even more spare time.
Vanessa has sometimes tried to curl up with me in the living room after
doing her homework but I've always been too busy.  I have noticed her hurt
expression of rejection and promised myself it won't happen again but it
always does.  Perhaps if I'd spent more time with her I might have seen the
well of resentment she has obviously been storing up over these detentions
instead of nagging her again when she got home.  I feel a lot of indirect
responsibility here for what's happened but unable to discharge it.  Oh Dr
Spencer there must be some alternative to Vanessa's expulsion.  There must
be!'

Miles shook his head sadly.
'My letter has not gone off to the Governing body yet, Mrs Downes ...' he
said '...because I wanted one last shot at talking to you to try and save
the situation but I cannot see a way out if Vanessa will not accept her
punishment.  I really can not!'
He looked up and to his surprise saw that Kathy Downes was leaning forward
in her chair gripping her hands intently, her knuckles white just as her
daughter's had been in this very office the previous afternoon.  Kathy's
face was bright red and she was obviously struggling with a terrible burden.
He could see her firm breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, obviously
trying to pluck up the courage to say something.  When she did, her voice
was quiet and tremulous, almost indistinct, and Miles nearly fell off his
chair.

'Dr Spencer ...' she said almost in a whisper '...given everything I've told
you and the degree of responsibility I feel ...what if I were to take
Vanessa's caning?.  Right here and now in your office.?'

Miles stared at her for what seemed like hours, his throat dry and his face
as red as a beetroot, wondering if he was hearing things or going mad.
'Did you say what I thought you said ...' he finally spluttered as the red
faced Kathy nodded '...that..that you are prepared to accept Vanessa's
caning?  To be her proxy?  God in heaven, I've never heard of such a thing!
To volunteer for such a penance shows incredible love for your daughter but
even if I were to agree, how on earth would that penalise Vanessa?'

A trembling and brightly blushing Kathy Downes then proceeded to explain her
plan and when she had finished, Miles Spencer stared at her in rapt
admiration.
'My God, that is the most amazing and unselfish act of dedication I've ever
heard of.  You are a truly plucky lady, Mrs Downes, and no mistake.  If I
were to agree to this plan, which is by no means certain, you would have to
accept Vanessa's corporal punishment in full, with no concessions to your
maturity or modesty.  What you have suggested might well give Vanessa the
shock to the system she undoubtedly deserves.'

Kathy Downes nodded her agreement, her face crimson as Miles sat at his desk
and expelled a lungful of air.  He thought about the proposal for five
minutes and then looked this beautiful young woman in the eyes before
walking out of his office door and into Paula's adjoining one.
'Paula, love, sorry to lumber you with this but could you take my car right
now then nip down to the bank and pay these cheques in please.  Put the
switchboard on answering machine for half an hour as I will be too busy to
take calls.' He asked pleasantly and the pretty young secretary immediately
did as she was bid.  When the sound of her high heels had disappeared down
the corridor, Miles locked her outer door and returned to his office.
 ' Now we won't be disturbed and nothing will be overheard.  Well, Mrs
Downes, if your mind is made I will accept your suggestion.  Once this
punishment has started I hope you will not have a change of heart or else
your sacrifice will have been in vain.  It must be done properly and it must
be complete.  Anything else and Vanessa will be expelled.  Is that quite
clear?'

Kathy swallowed hard and answered quietly in the affirmative then looked up
at him.
'Dr Spencer, before we begin I have a request to make.  I know that my
sacrifice has left you a little stunned and uneasy and believe me I don't
exactly feel on top of the world either.  If I am to substitute for my
daughter and if my determination to go through with this is to be sustained
then the real world has to be suspended for the next fifteen minutes or so.
I need to feel sixteen again, to be under your complete authority as my
daughter should have been.  I need to forget that I am the mother of three
children and for this period of time I am a very naughty schoolgirl who is
getting the punishment she so richly deserves.  When my courage fails me I
need to believe that I cannot simply walk out of that door, that I must
submit to your authority and take my punishment no matter how tough it gets.
Therefore will you please give me no concessions that you would not have
given my daughter and please address me as you would any errant child
standing here in these circumstances!'

Miles suddenly got to his feet and glared into her eyes.
'Very well, Kathy, we know why you are here and there is no point in
prolonging the issue.  You will be punished and punished severely.  Now
stand up and take off your jacket!'

Kathy Downes got to her feet and slipped off her tailored jacket, hanging it
on the back of her chair.  Now it had begun and it was too late to back out
now.  She swallowed hard again, her mind a maelstrom of emotions as she
thought of what was in store.  She was frightened and embarrassed certainly
but there were other feelings too of which she was slightly ashamed.  It had
been the same before when she'd stood there in front of the board of
Governors all those years ago.  Fear, shame ...and undeniable excitement as
she sensed the moist tingle in that sensitive place between her legs.

Miles Spencer stared down at her shapely legs encased in nylon.
'Are those tights, Kathy?' he asked and she answered in the affirmative.
'Right.  Then take off your shoes and then remove your skirt, your tights
and your knickers ...immediately ...and don't move from that spot!'
Kathy's face burned up.  Oh God, she'd assumed she could simply lift her
skirt but this!!!  She closed her eyes and began to obey his shameful
instruction.  Lord, Vanessa would have died!

She slipped her shoes off and then reached under her skirt to work her
tights down to her ankles before stepping out of them.  For some reason of
perverse vanity, this seemed better than taking off her skirt first.  As
quickly as she could she undid the zipper of her skirt and slipped it off,
standing before him now in brief white lace knickers which hardly hid a
thing.  She saw that Miles Spencer was sitting back staring at her disrobing
and trying to remain detached but failing miserably.  His face was pink and
he was swallowing hard as he gazed at the lovely woman in front of him.
Kathy wondered if he had an erection yet, certain that with all she was
going to show it would not be long delayed.  For some reason the thought
gave her courage and she paused only briefly before skimming her knickers
down to her ankles and stepping out of them.

As he stared at the half naked woman standing submissively in front of his
desk Miles Spencer could hardly speak.  He could hardly tear his eyes from
those long shapely pale legs which seemed to rise forever before converging
in a luxurious triangle of dark hair at her crotch, which she had obediently
made no effort to conceal.  His erection was already embarrassing and he had
to take a few seconds to calm down.
'Fetch another chair from the corner and place it back to back with the one
on which you were sitting!' he ordered and Kathy moved to obey.
Her face burning up, she realised that moving around to perform menial tasks
half naked merely exposed more of her than standing in one place but this
all added to the quite deliberate humiliation of the occasion.  She placed
the chairs in position and waited, her heart pounding as she realised how
she was to be positioned to take the cane.  God this was awful!  Miles
reached into his cupboard and withdrew the length of rattan, carefully
placing it on his desk.

Kathy Downes stood still, hardly daring to breathe, staring at a cane for
the first time in twenty-two years and in almost identical circumstances,
bare bottomed and very frightened.  She felt very sexually aroused too,
despite the occasion, for she had not taken off her knickers in front of a
man for over four years and to do so under these circumstances was fiercely,
perversely exciting.  The heavy sense of déjà vu was becoming stronger and
stronger even to the sudden and unexpected moistening of her vagina as she
awaited her fate.  This was almost worse than the stripping for Kathy knew
that when she was bent over that chair hiding absolutely nothing that her
arousal would be embarrassingly obvious.

'Kneel up on the chair nearest to you, Kathy, legs as far apart as possible
against the arms of the chair, then bend right over the chair backs as far
as you can.  That's it, go on.  Now grip as far down below the seat as you
can, bottom right up thrusting out!  Come on you can do better than that!'
Kathy knelt on the chair and stretched her body over the adjoining chair
backs, first resting her hands on the seat of the other chair until his
biting command to get herself further over and to grip the chair legs.  She
realised she was slightly out of condition for this shaming exercise,
feeling her heart pounding a little with the fear and the exertion.
Obediently she reached further down the chair legs until she could go no
further, her face now crimson with the effort and the embarrassment.  As she
bent over almost double, thrusting her bottom skywards, she had to widen her
thighs slightly to maintain balance then she sensed the cheeks of her bottom
stretching and parting.  She felt the cold air playing on her most sensitive
regions and realised that Miles Spencer had the most glorious view of her
pussy and anus never before displayed to anyone, even her husband.  Kathy
felt the tears of humiliation not far away and almost welcomed the
distraction of the cane for her vagina continued to moisten and it must have
been graphically obvious to the tall and distinguished man with the cane.
She had always found Miles attractive, never for a moment dreaming that
their first personal encounter would be in such degrading circumstances but
she suddenly wished he would put down the cane and attend to her more
pressing intimate needs in time honoured fashion.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feel of the cold rattan as it tapped
gently against her bare backside.
'Twelve strokes, Kathy.  Now prepare yourself!'

She flinched and her buttocks tightened momentarily as Miles Spencer raised
the cane to his shoulder.  Over the years Miles had caned the bare bottoms
of several young schoolgirls and had been presented with some lewd and
intimate sights in the process but, as a doctor would, he had trained
himself to view such sights dispassionately.  He found it hard, however, to
tear his eyes from the sight of Kathy Downes mature, shapely adult naked
bottom bent over the two chairs so wantonly, her glistening sex thrust
toward him as if in invitation.  His erection was now so fierce that he
wanted to fling down the cane, tear off his trousers and service the
slippery, glistening tunnel thrust up before his eyes.  Desperately he
concentrated on the task in hand, determined to exact due retribution from
the proxy who knelt submissively before him.  This was no time for lustful
thoughts!.  He brought the cane down hard across the centre of the woman's
buttocks.

Ssshhwit!!  Kathy heard the rush of the cane a moment before a dull thwack
across the centre of her buttocks, painless for a split second until her
mouth opened in disbelief as a white hot iron bar seemed to scorch its way
across the flesh of her bottom.  She bit her lip hard and managed to contain
herself to a muttered 'nnnnnnnggg'.  Kathy almost screamed out for the
second one, desperate to get this over but he kept her waiting as the pain
from the first stroke continued to build.  Just as she had begun to
condition herself to this, the second stroke whipped across her bottom half
an inch below the first.  The white heat was simply reinforced and Kathy
felt the pricking of a tear in her eye as she tried to cope with the
dreadful pain, her mouth making squeaking noises like a mouse caught in a
trap.

She settled again and the pattern was repeated for the third, fourth and
fifth strokes by which time Kathy was crying out loud, her bottom racked
with indescribable pain.  When the sixth one struck her low down at the base
of her buttocks, Kathy screamed 'No more, Dr Spencer, please no more' and
tried to claw her way off the seat.
Miles Spencer's authoritative voice stopped her in her tracks.
'Stay down there, girl, do you hear!  Stay there and take your punishment!'
Forgetting who she was and where she was Kathy Downes choked back a tear and
resumed her posture, clinging on to the chair legs for grim life, her bottom
thrust up for the next stroke.  She cried and squealed as the next six
agonising strokes whipped across her tortured buttocks but somehow she hung
on to the chair legs and did not move position, eventually losing count as
she wept her heart out.
She waited in agony for the next but to her surprise heard Miles Spencer
walk round to the other side and then he gently stroked her face.
'That was the bravest performance I've ever seen ...' he said softly '...now
just lie where you are for a few minutes as we put part two into effect.
Perhaps this will be the most difficult of all, Kathy, but by God you have
risen to new heights in my admiration today.'
She heard him leave the office and lock it once more as she lay still,
weeping like a baby.

Miles walked on down the corridor and up the stairs until he reached class
5A who were in the middle of a history lesson.  All the pupils gasped and
sat still in their seats as the headmaster walked into the room and had a
quiet word with the History teacher.  Miss Smollett looked grimly at the
pupils and said 'Vanessa Downes, please accompany the Headmaster to his
office!' and there were the anticipated gasps and scuffling of feet as
Vanessa, white as a sheet, got up unsteadily from her desk and walked to the
front of the class.

The walk back to the Headmaster's office was accomplished in silence,
Vanessa trailing a few paces behind quite obviously believing that her time
had come.  This was the formal announcement of her expulsion and she
wondered how much time she would have to pack her stuff and say goodbye to
her friends.  Her eyes burned with tears at the consequences of her own
stupidity which she now bitterly regretted.  Her academic promise cut off in
its prime and the disappointment to her mother ...all this for a stupid
jape.  She knew she should have taken her punishment but she just couldn't
face that hideous cane ...still now it was all too late.  She gulped back
giant sobs as they arrived at the secretary's office and Miles unlocked the
door.  He ushered the young teenager in and then opened his own door,
indicating that she should enter.
Vanessa walked through the door and stopped dead in her tracks.  Her mouth
opened like a goldfish and she hung on to Miles' desk for support as her
brain tried to absorb what her eyes were telling it.  Her mother lay, half
naked, across two chairs in the most humiliating posture imaginable, her
bare bottom decorated with twelve vivid red stripes which ran from the top
of her bottom cleft down to the junction of her thighs and she was crying
loudly in pain.

Vanessa ran over and tried to lift her sobbing mother.  'Oh mommy what has
he done?  Mommy please what's happened?' she cried hysterically as Miles
Spencer followed her into the room.
'Alright Kathy you can get up now' he said gently and she did so carefully,
rubbing her tender bottom as she got to her feet, displaying all her charms
once more.  Vanessa was in shock as her mother put her arms around the
youngster and hugged her close.  'It's alright, love,...' she whispered
'...I wasn't forced into this.  I want you to listen to Dr Spencer while I
get dressed.  I assume I MAY get dressed, Dr Spencer?' she asked, an
embarrassed grin on her flushed cheeks and he smiled back, consenting
immediately.

Kathy put her knickers back on over her red-hot burning bottom and then her
skirt but could not face the prospect of tights constricting the airflow to
her buttocks and she stuffed them in her handbag.

Meanwhile, Miles Spencer was addressing Vanessa as the trembling
shell-shocked girl sat in front of him.
'Well, Vanessa, you are probably stunned by what you saw but your mother and
I decided it was the shock treatment you needed.  I want you to listen and
listen carefully.  Vanessa, I hope you realise how much your mother loves
you, for in order to save your school career and to spare your sensitive
skin, she offered to take the caning in your place.  I have never heard of
such self-sacrifice in my life and I hope you realise how much your mother
has gone through on your behalf.  With such love as that I could hardly
refuse her plea, which has saved your bottom and your place in this school.
I hope and believe that having seen the evidence of your mother's suffering
for something you did, you will be truly and deeply ashamed of your own
actions.  It is for this reason that I am allowing you to continue your
studies here for I think the imprint of what has happened here today will be
far more effective than any caning I could dish out to you.
Now go home for the day and make up with your mother for the bad things
you've done and convince her that you are worth all her sacrifice!'

Vanessa Downes stared at the Headmaster for a few moments, her mouth open
and her face bright red, then fell apart like a damp rag.  Her body folded
and she began to weep, deep choking sobs as she got up from her seat and put
her arms around her mother.
'Oh mommy, I am so so sorry that this happened to you and I love you so
much.  Can you ever forgive me, mommy?  I promise I will never, never do
anything like this again and I am going to be a credit to you from now on!'
As the youngster clung onto her mother's waist, Kathy Downes and Miles
Spencer exchanged glances of triumph.  Both believed every word the child
had said, her shock and distress too intense to be false.  Vanessa thanked
Dr Spencer for her reprieve and shook his hand before leaving his office in
a daze.

As Kathy went to follow, she felt Miles Spencer's hand at her waist.
'Mrs Downes ...' he began and she laughed.
'Could it be Kathy and Miles from now on ...' she requested softly '...after
all I think we are on pretty intimate terms although I confess you have the
better of me at the moment.  Perhaps we could do something about that?'
Miles felt his heart race and an erection begin once more as his hand slid
gently down to Kathy's shapely bottom.  The touch on her tender buttocks
created a fire through Kathy's body as the hand began to circle her bottom,
his fingers just stroking the crack between her bottom cheeks through the
thin skirt.  The feelings between her legs began to intensify.

'Alright Kathy, I suggest we have an informal parent/head teacher meeting to
discuss Vanessa's future very soon.  Say Thursday night for dinner at my
home?  I hate to boast but since my divorce I've become a very good cook.  I
think there are a number of issues we could ...er...straighten out there.!
In reply, Kathy looked quickly round but her daughter was already out of
sight, then she kissed Miles gently on the lips, her breasts pressing firmly
into his shirt.
'I shall look forward to it, Miles ...' she whispered '...and I think the
possibilities of a closer understanding between us are very promising
indeed!'