The School Bully's Come Uppance (F/f, N/C)
by
Alex Birch




Back in the 1950's I was Headmistress of a state school in one of the better
middle class areas of Brighton.  It was an all girls grammar school still
functioning today, and we had a very high success rate in examination
passes, the girls coming from the type of home where parents took a real
interest in their schooling.  It was a delightful school and most of the
girls were very well behaved most of the time.  Their eagerness to behave
may have been stimulated by the awareness that corporal punishment was
available to me as a last resort for truly bad or oft repeated behaviour.
In the ten years of my headship, in a school of nearly eight hundred girls
at any one time, I don't believe I used the cane more than thirty times in
that entire period, which speaks volumes for the behavioural standard.
When the cane was used it was always after lines and detentions had been
tried and failed, it was only used by me in the privacy of my office and
never, except for one occasion which forms the centrepiece of my narrative,
in front of witnesses for I believed the punishment was more than adequate
without unnecessary humiliation.  I have never believed in caning on the
hands for it can cause severe bruising and limit the child's ability to
perform necessary routine tasks.  I have never understood why the LEAs
(Local Education Authorities) took so enthusiastically to this form of
punishment.

Girls sent to me always knew the score and, after giving them a brief
lecture on the reasons why they had been sent to me, I ordered the offender
to bend low over my desk, her hands gripping the far edge.  I pulled up her
skirt, then either tucked it into her waist band or pinned it to her blouse
and then proceeded to apply the cane, with some force I might add, across
the seat of her knickers.  The minimum number of strokes was two and the
maximum administered in my office was eight.  If you have never been caned I
can tell you that although this may sound inconsequential it certainly is
not.  I did not administer 'love taps' but firm strokes from the shoulder
with some speed.  After two strokes, the girl was invariably red faced and
gasping, desperate to rub her bottom and after four she would undoubtedly be
crying pitifully.  Any girl unfortunate enough to earn eight stripes would
be howling in anguish by the end, her bottom writhing in distress across my
desk.

There were two occasions when a girl receiving severe chastisement wet
herself during the caning but there were no penalties for this, the
humiliation for her and the knowledge of having to go back to class either
with wet knickers or with no knickers on was more than enough.  I can
honestly say that my feelings towards the girls during these punishments was
purely one of duty without any illicit enjoyment on my part.  There was soon
to be an experience which made me reflect with some concern whether my
application of duty was, on that occasion, altogether honourable.
Corporal Punishment was administered with the agreement of the LEA and, of
course, with the agreement of the parents whose consent was essential.  This
was obtained in 95% of cases but there was always the irritating 5% who held
out making life for us very difficult indeed as the pupils concerned were
often those who were most in need of a good hiding but knew they could hide
under the misplaced liberal protection of their parents.

One such was a pretty dark haired girl named Jennifer Stone whose parents
had adamantly refused to endorse any possibilty of corporal punishment for
their little darling, her father very emphatic that his daughter would never
need it anyway and that she had never been punished that way at home.  As I
watched Jennifer's progress through my school with increasing anger, I
frequently thought that if any girl deserved a good hiding she did.
Jennifer was an intelligent girl, possibly one of the brightest in her year,
and extremely vivacious at sixteen years old.  She was very much sought
after by the boys and there were always one or two hanging around for her
after school.  The downside, however, was that Jennifer was a bully.  In
fact a very unpleasant and sometimes vicious bully who always had a gang of
cronies around to do her dirty work for her.  Her intelligence, beauty and
natural charisma made her a born leader of the worst sort who encouraged the
weaker girls to acts of bullying and extortion on her behalf

There werre innumerable instances of girls being found with torn blouses,
bleeding noses and black eyes crying pitifully in some corner of the
playground but who when questioned by the teaching staff claimed they had
fallen, tripped or banged their heads in some way.  Nobody would speak up
against what was a obviously a mini reign of terror.  We all knew Jennifer
Stone had a hand in most of this but my staff and I were helpless to act
with no evidence.  She did get caught in minor infractions resulting in
detentions and lines but nothing worse, her contempt for discipline growing
by the day.  I had already had occasion to visit Jennifer's home on
disciplinary matters and had spoken to both her parents.  They were both
professional middle class people, quietly spoken and obviously decent at
heart but steadfastly refusing to accept that Jennifer was a serious
problem.  "There must be some mistake ...its a case of mistaken identity
...Jenny gets picked on" were just some of the exasperating disclaimers I
was forced to listen to until one day every thing changed.

At break time one day, Jennifer Stone and her friends picked on a young girl
of fourteen and demanded money.  When the demand was bravely refused,
Jennifer struck the kid on the side of the face and she stumbled, falling
over and banging her head on the concrete playground, immediately lapsing
into unconsciousness.  Jennifer panicked at this point and sent one of her
acolytes to me to say that the girl had fallen over during a playground
game.  She was rushed to hospital and found to have a fractured skull which
during a tense forty eight hours held her life in the balance.  Fortunately
the lass survived and was able to tell my deputy head who was waiting by her
bedside exactly what had happened.  We got Jennifer and her friends into the
office and confronted them but of course she angrily denied any involvement.
However when we interviewed her cronies separately and hammered home how
serious this was the alliance began to crack and the other girls began to
plea bargain, eventually pinning all the blame on Jennifer Stone.

At last I had a cast iron case and I confronted Jennifer with her crime and
the statements of her erstwhile friends.  To my extreme annoyance the little
minx, though red faced and decidedly nervous, continued to brave it out
claiming an "accident" but I informed her that the facts were now clear, the
situation was extremely serious and that I would write to her parents
immediately.

 After consulting the LEA I wrote to Jennifer's parents informing them in no
uncertain terms that this latest episode was so serious that either they
gave permission for the girl to receive severe corporal chastisement or she
would be expelled before her examinations due in six weeks.  Needless to
say, her father was down at the school within an hour of receiving the
letter but when he saw the transcript of what had happened and read the
witness statements, he went quite white and with obvious reluctance agreed
to Jennifer receiving corporal punishment as an alternative to expulsion.  I
told him that she would suffer the maximum number of strokes allowed by the
LEA, namely twelve, on her backside in view of the extreme nature of her
offence.  This would be the greatest number of strokes ever dished out to a
girl during my tenure as Headmistress.  He winced visibly but signed the
consent form, apologising for his daughter's errant behaviour.

There were certain things concerning the punishment which, having consulted
my LEA officer, I had managed to insist on in view of the serious nature of
the offence but which I had withheld from both Jennifer and her parents,
there being no legal obligation to agree anything except the punishment.
There had been no need even to indicate the number of strokes. I looked
forward to the next morning with great, almost shameful, excitement when at
last a bully would be brought to heel and by God, Jennifer Stone hadn't the
first idea what was in store for her!

The next morning at Assembly I announced to the girls that the person
responsibile for the injuries inflicted to the unfortunate child had now
been identified and would be sent to my office immediately after prayers.  I
shot a glance in the direction of Jennifer Stone whose friends appeared to
have deserted her for she stood alone, her pretty face paling as I spoke.
She was undoubtedly tensed up and nervous, just how I wanted her!
Just twenty minutes later the attractive dark haired girl stood in my office
accompanied by my deputy Miss Corcoran.  Jennifer was trembling slightly but
still she maintained an air of impudent defiance in her eyes and in her body
language as I looked her up and down in contempt.

"So Jennifer, at last you have to face the consequences of your actions ..."
I said grimly "...and not before time too."  The girl opened her mouth and I
indicated angrily that she should remain silent.  "Don't bother me with your
phony apologies and claims of an accident, Jennifer, the facts are clear and
proven with many witnesses.  Your so called friends appear to have deserted
you.

Well, as you know I have spoken to your father ..." at which I heard a
slight gasp and Jennifer's face reddened slightly but she remained calmly
insolent "...and he has at last signed the form which allows me to give you
just what you deserve...and what you deserve, Jennifer, is the cane!"
At this point, the pretty girl bit her lip angrily, her face flushed, her
body trembled slightly but she made no comment as I continued.
" I shall therefore take great satisfaction from giving you the most severe
caning ever handed out at this school ..." and now I did hear a sharp intake
of breath "...and you will receive twelve strokes which is, unfortunately,
the most I can administer .  Do not even think of appealing to your father
for help, he has signed the consent form accepting whatever the school may
decide."

Jennifer visibly shook and she took one step forward before Miss Corcoran
could restrain her.
"You can't do that to me, Mrs Williams, its not allowed ...' she shouted
"...I'll get the police on to you for assault!'
I stared unflinchingly at the angry, frightened girl and told her to step
back which she did but her mouth pouted and her eyes smouldered angrily.
"You wouldn't get far with that, my girl ..." I said "...for the law and the
LEA back me I'm afraid.  Now I'm going to give you a choice which you don't
deserve and I'll spell it out for you in graphic detail.

I can either call a special assembly for 2pm today which every pupil will
attend and you will be brought out onto the stage of the Assembly Hall.  The
whole teaching staff will be present on the stage and after explaining your
evil behaviour to all the girls I shall make you bend low over the small
table with your hands gripping the far side.  Mr Bailey will then hold your
arms to ensure you remain still and I will lift your skirt to your waist.  I
will then roll your pants up tight so that most of the bottom cheeks are
exposed and I will then give the hardest caning I have ever administered to
any girl.  Believe me, Jennifer, you think you are a hard case but you will
be crying and squealing well before the end of a caning so severe.
I think you will be so humiliated to be punished like that in front of the
whole school that your reputation as the school 'toughie' will never survive
it ...."

I paused as I heard the first sniffles and a muttered pathetic choke of "You
can't, my dad wouldn't ...' as the dark haired Jezebel began to experience
real terror when it dawned on her that dear daddy had withdrawn his
protection.
"...or ...'" I continued slowly observing the progressive weakening of
Jennifer's confidence "...I can cane you in relative privacy in my office at
4pm straight after school.  If you accept this option there will be only
seven people present, namely the senior teaching staff plus myself.  You
will still receive twelve strokes of the cane, Jennifer, delivered with the
full force of my arm in the presence of Miss Corcoran, Mrs Palmer, Miss
Taylor, Mr Lodge, Mr Bailey and Mr Corbett.  Embarrassing to get the cane in
front of male teachers, eh, Jennifer?  Oh I can read the indignation in your
face, my girl, but surely better than the whole school plus all the teaching
staff?

Ah, I see it in your face, Jennifer, what's the catch ...and of course there
is one.  You see the real point of corporal punishment is the impact it
leaves in the mind and not the physical pain in your bottom.  It's called
abject humiliation, Jennifer!  Well that Assembly Hall stage would be quite
an ordeal, wouldn't it?  To be caned in front of all those giggling girls!
Well, what if I let you duck out of that one, Jennifer, how could we
compensate just a little bit?"'
I stared at Jennifer Stone's face now and there were real tears of fright
there as the possibilities took shape.
"What you will accept therefore if you choose to be caned in front of only
the teachers is something of a humiliation .  Before you bend over my table,
and before I lift your skirt to commence punishment you will take your
knickers right down to your ankles and I will cane your completely bare
bottom!"

Jennifer squealed and stepped forward but this time Miss Corcoran seized her
arm as the girl's terrified eyes filled with tears.  She made no attempt to
move further but her free arm waved helplessly in the air.
"You...you can't Maam ..." she sobbed "...please Maaam you can't!"
I grinned as I savoured the belated respect for my status from the little
girl who now emerged from behind the school bully, pleading for her self
preservation and her modesty.

I took out the LEA handbook from my drawer and threw it on the desk.
"Can't do what, Jennifer?  Can't cane you in public?  Can't cane you in
front of male teachers?  Or can't I cane your bare bottom?  I think if you
read through this Jennifer you would find I can do all three and if
necessary all together!  Think yourself lucky, you naughty, evil little
girl, that you are only getting two out of three.  Now what's it to be?
You've got thirty seconds!"
I took delight in the tears and the squirming as Jennifer Stone gazed at me
with horror filled eyes, her face flushed bright red and her thighs hugged
together.  After what seemed an eternity she cleared her throat and a half
mumble, half sob came out of her mouth.

"I'll...I'll take it in your...on my...oh please Maam ...in here, Maam ...oh
please!"
I glared at her and rapped the desk.
"You will take your caning in my office in front of the senior staff and on
your bare bottom, is that what you are saying, girl?"
Jennifer nodded her head miserably, gurgling sobs coming from her throat as
I motioned to Miss Corcoran to record the girl's decision.
"Very well, Jennifer, you will be caned in my office at 4pm, immediately
after school.  You will be held in detention over lunchtime and you will not
seek to go home under any pretext of illness or any other reason, do you
understand?  Any failure to observe these conditions will result in
expulsion from the school and a ban on your taking your examinations.  You
are an intelligent if vicious and unpleasant child but I sense you may grow
out of this once you have experienced the salutary effects of a very sore
bottom and to throw away your future would be both stupid and cowardly."
Jennifer hung her head and wept, allowing Miss Corcoran to lead her away to
the toilets to wash her face and dry her eyes prior to a return to class.  I
allowed myself a smile.  4pm could not come soon enough!

As it happened I was called away from school for the rest of the day to the
LEA office to discuss a number of matters and I chose to bring up the manner
in which I had chosen to discipline Jennifer.  Unlike the reaction such a
proposal would receive today, the officers were fully in agreement with my
stance bearing in mind the nature of the girl's offences and I left the LEA
offices in excellent heart and with their complete support.

I got back to school at 3.30 and went straight to my office where there was
a message from Helen Corcoran to the effect that everything was in hand and
that Jennifer Stone had been very subdued all day, her only change of
behaviour appearing to be a frequent request to 'leave the classroom'.  I
smiled grimly remembering my own one and only experience of awaiting the
cane and how such anticipation engendered a constant need for the toilet.  I
had no sympathy for the girl and in fact believed she had got off lightly.
My first duty was to go to a locked cupboard adjacent to my desk and remove
two springy rattan canes which I had coated with linseed oil the previous
night to ensure the right degree of flexible whippy sting.  I always took
out a reserve in case of unforseen breakage and the sight of two canes at
the end of my desk usually reduced an expectant culprit to tears before the
caning even began.

This was the first semi public caning I had ever administered but was aware
of the necessity of ritual in order for the full dramatic impact to be
experienced.  I had therefore requested Helen Corcoran to enter Jennifer's
classroom at 4pm when school finished and to detain her for a full ten
minutes until the teaching staff had gathered in my office.  I suggested
that Helen might make best use of the time by accompanying the girl to the
toilet and insist that she use it.  I also provided Helen with a packet of
moistened tissues and requested that she give them to Jennifer with the
delicate suggestion that the girl ensure she was completely clean
"everywhere" before entering my office.

The teaching staff, except Helen, were all assembled just after 4pm and the
expressions on the faces were very revealing.  The three men, experienced
teachers all, wore expressions of some embarrassment like young lads caught
at a strip club while the two female teachers both wore expressions of grim
satisfaction in anticipation of Jennifer Stone at last getting her come
uppance.

At 4.10 on the dot, the door to my office opened and Helen Corcoran ushered
in a very pale and subdued Jennifer Stone who stood, trembling slightly, in
front of my desk.  The teachers all stood in a semi circle behind her thus
it was obvious to the girl what sort of view they would be getting.
"Jennifer, the nature of your behaviour at this school finally resulting in
the serious injury to a fourteen year old girl has been truly disgraceful
and, in my view, merits expulsion and the cancellation of any right to sit
your GCE examinations ..." the girl swallowed hard and blinked her eyes but
said nothing "...but I have ruled out that option for which you should be
grateful and instead you will be severely caned in the manner I described to
you yesterday.  Do you have anything to say, except how sorry you are which
I do not believe for a moment so don't waste my time with it?"

The girl raised her head briefly and muttered "No Maam" and I could see her
trembling now that her nemesis was at hand.  I picked up one of the canes
from my desk as Jennifer's mouth opened wide, her horrified eyes following
me as I rose and walked round my desk to stand behind her, then her head
turned back to the front as a half sob was choked back in her throat.
"Very well, take two steps forward..." and Jennifer obeyed, facing my desk
erect as a soldier in her white blouse and short grey pleated skirt.  Pale
and trembling she looked remarkably pretty but I was in no mood to be
sympathetic "...now pull your knickers down.  Right down to your ankles."
There was a moment's hesitation as one of the male teachers cleared his
throat and swallowed deeply looking apologetic as he did so.  The effect
reminded Jennifer of her audience and she paused, her head jerking slightly
as she tried to choke back tears of humiliation then seeming to steel
herself, she reached under her skirt with both hands and, within seconds, a
pair of white cotton panties slid down her shapely legs and nestled around
her ankles.

"Now bend over the desk, right over, and grip the far edge!" I ordered and
with a slight muffled sob, Jennifer did as she was told.  There were a few
throats cleared behind me as Jennifer dipped her back, thrusting her shapely
buttocks up through the grey pleated skirt.  Her legs were straight out and
together as I moved behind her.

Though I had administered a number of routine canings during my time as
headmistress, I began to feel a sense of incredible and perverse excitement
for I had never caned a girl's bare bottom before and I had often longed to
see the angry pink stripes turning to bright red weals before my eyes.  Now
I was about to enjoy the opportunity of a prolonged and humiliating bare
bottom caning in front of witnesses and my throat tightened with
anticipation.  Taking a safety pin from the pocket of my gown, I reached out
and gently lifted Jennifer's skirt right up past her waist, tucked the hem
well inside her waistband and secured the hem with the pin.

I stepped back to my position and stared down at what I had uncovered.
There was another clearing of throats, mainly from the men and a tense
shuffling of feet but I didn't bother to turn.  The cause of the excitement
was apparent for I had revealed one of the most beautiful naked bottoms it
has ever been my privilege to see.  The twin orbs were full and perfectly
shaped with not an ounce of surplus flesh anywhere, divided by a full deep
cleft which gave a hint of what lay beneath, a deep grotto where wisps of
curly dark hair led the eye to hope for other secrets to be revealed.
Jennifer's olive skin and the inviting wisps of curly hair produced a most
sensual effect on me and on the other witnesses judging by the sounds of
deep breathing as I swished my cane behind the bending girl.

Jennifer had not said a word during the unravelling, the only hint of her
embarrassment being a slight shiver and a tiny gasp as I lifted her skirt
but I could tell by the way her shoulders trembled slightly that she was on
the brink of tears already so I resolved to get on with it.
I took one step back and to the side, raised the rattan to my shoulder and
brought it down with some considerable force on the centre of those full
naked cheeks.  There was a split second delay as the pink stripe rose on
Jennifer's bottom and then the girl shot upright, both hands clutching at
her burning bottom as she began to hop on the spot, her head turned in
anguish, eyes brimming with tears and her mouth open in disbelieving shock.
"Jennifer, get back in position immediately ..." I ordered "...and if you
leave your position again I will not count that stroke.  Don't even think to
argue, the regulations cover that too and a lot more as you may well find
out!"

She didn't argue, just stood rubbing her bottom for a second or two in
anguished horror and then bent forward once more and held on to the desk,
her bottom once more raised for punishment.
I delivered the second stroke about an inch below the first and, although it
must have been an effort, Jennifer stayed in position but drummed her feet
on the floor, her head rolling from side to side as a strangled murmur of
'oooooooooohhhhh' escaped from her mouth.  I watched entranced as the second
pink weal began to appear, a contrast now to its predecessor just above
which had become a bright ugly red.  I waited patiently as Jennifer's
buttocks writhed from side to side before she stilled herself and lay
forward for the next.  With some sadistic satisfaction I could hear the
quiet bubbling sobs coming from Jennifer's throat after only two strokes and
there was a long way to go yet...further even than either of us realised!  I
had privately decided to leave the lower slopes of Jennifer's bottom near
the junction of her thighs until a little later for these were by far the
most sensitive areas and would give her some agonising pain.  I also hoped
that her discipline might crack when the cane was applied there too giving
me the opportunity for even more severe sanctions.  I was really enjoying
this!  I took a hasty look round at the faces of the teaching staff and it
was quite apparent that they were all sharing my delight.  Jennifer was due
her come uppance!

The third stroke was delivered just above the other two right across the top
of the girl's bottom safely an inch or so below the base of the spine and
this time there was a gasp and a frantic clawing at the desk as Jennifer
nearly stood up but remembered just in time.  She was breathing in gasps now
interspersed with quiet blubbering for this punishment was beyond her worst
nightmare, Jennifer Stone obviously having had no idea how much pain a
caning can produce.  She was finding out now alright!

I stepped back once more and raised the cane for a fourth time bringing it
down with venom on Jennifer's bottom a fraction of an inch below the lowest
weal, now a livid purple.  This time her hands did leave the desk and she
didn't rise but simply clawed the air, her head turning round in sudden
disbelieving anguish.  Her face was red and her eyes streaming with tears as
her mouth opened in supplication but no articulate sound emerged just a
burbling wail of distress.  Staring at her with cold indifference I reminded
her that if she was not back in position in five seconds I would carry out
my threat to add strokes.  Jennifer wailed in fright and resumed her
position, bottom thrust right up, the burning cheeks writhing as she tried
unsuccessfully to dissipate the pain.

I waited once more until she was still then, for the first time I swept the
cane down right across the lower slopes of her bottom just above the
junction with her thighs.  At this point I had to admit some admiration for
that stroke must have hurt like hell but she hung on grimly to the desk as
the welt began to rise and her bottom began to writhe from side to side in
some obscene choreography then she just let it all out.  The blubbering
suddenly became a torrent of hysterical crying as Jennifer shook and
trembled, her body quivering with pain and terror.

'I see like most bullies you are a big baby when it comes to retribution for
your sins' I said acidly as the girl wept bitter tears 'but I am not moved
in the least.  Cease these hysterics and resume your position at once!'
Crying and trembling, Jennifer obeyed at once as I raised the cane for the
sixth time.  My judgement of her staying power proved to be perfect as I
swished the cane down with some strength right into the crease of bottom and
thigh where it landed with a succulent craaaack!  The effect was electric
for Jennifer let out a loud squeal of terror, shot up from the desk, her
hands immediately clasped to her throbbing bottom and then turned round in
tear filled hysterical anguish and shouted 'Ooooooh you fucking bitch!
There was a combined gasp of horror from the assembled teaching staff and a
sudden shocked realisation by the stricken girl of what she had said.  Hands
leaving her burning bottom, she suddenly clasped them in supplication and
cravenly apologised, begging me to let her off any further punishment but I
was, of course, totally impervious to her pleas.

'That was disgraceful ...' I shouted at the terrified weeping girl '...and
for leaving your position in addition to foul and abusive language you will
receive three extra strokes as decreed by the LEA regulations.  You have had
six there are now nine to come.'
Jennifer's panic now knew no bounds and she tried to pull up her pants while
making a run for the door but she had only got her pants up to her knees
before she was restrained by Mr Hodges who held the girl in a very firm grip
as she sobbed in helpless defeat.

During all this I was finding it hard to keep my voice under control for I
was obtaining very definite sexual satisfaction in decorating Jennifer's
bottom in such a vivid and painful way, my panties having become quite moist
as the weals rose on Jennifer's bottom.  I was ashamed of myself for such a
reaction, nothing like it having happened before and I fleetingly wondered
if I had latent lesbian tendencies or whether I was a deep seated sexual
sadist.  It had been two months since my marriage broke up and I was
suffering the twin pains of deep depression and sexual frustration so
perhaps that explained a large part of it.  In any event I put such concerns
aside as I moved to the next stage.
'Jennifer it is quite apparent that you do not have the guts to take your
caning as a girl your age should and therefore you will have to be
restrained.  Mr Corbett, will you bring the stool in the corner and place it
here please?'

The stool was a high padded one similar to a bar stool which I had never
used for any purpose but had acquired for just such a situation as this.
Now the assembled teachers would enjoy its full humiliating potential.  As
Corbett brought the stool Jennifer began to plead and cry not to be
restrained and that she would not use foul language again but I was
indifferent to her pleas.  The stool was set up in the middle of the office
and I ordered Jennifer to face away from the staff, as before, and to lie
right across the padded centre, her upper torso hanging down the far side
and her hands gripping the rungs of the stool.

At first I thought she was going to refuse as she stared at me in horror of
the unknown but now sobbing uncontrollably she lay right across the stool,
head down and her hands tightly gripping the lower rungs.  Much to Corbett's
annoyance, for he was enjoying the show as much as the rest of us, I told
him to stand in front of her and lightly grip Jennifer's shoulders to
prevent any attempt to rise.
The heavy breathing among the men and the occasional embarrassed but excited
gasps from the women teachers was prompted by Jennifer's new position, her
bottom now at the highest point over the stool.  With her body bent over
almost double, her bottom cheeks were pulled slightly apart and, beneath
them, the shadowy seam of the girl's vagina was now clearly on display as I
knew it would be and I cared not one whit.  Her violent anguished sobs of
pain and embarrassment were quite understandable for Jennifer Stone was
aware of showing us all her most private areas which I'm certain even dear
daddy hadn't seen since she was a small child, her total humiliation
providing immense pleasure.  She was such a nasty and vindictive child that
had video been in existence then I would have been tempted to film the whole
scene and show it to her friends!

Because I was not allowed to restrain Jennifer with straps or ropes I was
aware that in this position she was likely to kick out as the caning became
unbearable so I knelt down and removed her shoes.  I also took hold of the
knickers at her ankles and, aware that her reactions might be so violent
that a decent pair of school knickers might be ripped, took them off
completely and put them on the chair.  This provoked another fit of sobbing
from the terrified girl who, now completely bare below the waist, awaited
the resumption of her caning.
Waiting no longer I raised the cane and brought it right down hard across
the junction of bottom and thigh once more.  Jennifer screamed in agony and
only Corbett's strength prevented her either rising or falling from the
stool but her young legs unfettered now by any pants kicked wildly, her
thighs opening wide and presenting the audience with a totally unhindered
view of all the girl's private parts.  I waited until the threshing had
ceased at the bottom end but now Jennifer's shoulders were in a constant
shuddering ferment of violent weeping.  I began to cane diagonally across
the existing welts now and by the time she'd had ten strokes, Jennifer was
howling with hysterical pain and terror, the once olive sheened bottom a
criss cross matrix of red and purple stripes.

After every stroke now the kicking legs opened and closed, Jennifer's vagina
and anus now being a familiar sight to all of us though the familiarity
obviously did not produce contempt for when I occasionally paused and
glanced around there were obvious signs of stiffness at the front of
trousers and womens hands tentatively and discreetly clutching the crotch of
their dresses.  Once I reached twelve strokes I paused and addressed the
stricken girl.
'This is where your punishment would have ended Jennifer but for your
disgusting outburst but now you have three strokes to come.  However the
effect may well be lost if I deliver then too quickly so I intend to let you
contemplate your behaviour for ten minutes as you lie bare bottomed over
that stool and perhaps you may decide its about time you changed your life
style.'

Jennifer began to bawl like a baby as she realised that not only must she
continue to lie in this humiliating position in full view of the staff for
another ten minutes but that the final strokes of her punishment were to be
similarly delayed prolonging her torment.  I knew that without the cane
coming down repeatedly, Jennifer would have time to really absorb the
blistering pain in her bottom unable to do anything about it as she lay
there humiliatingly naked in front of everyone.

I got Helen Corcoran to get some tea and biscuits for the staff as we left
Jennifer to reflect on her position...literally ...and it was with shaking
hands and much excited swallowing that most of the staff picked up their tea
cups, unable to tear their eyes away from the red and swollen young bottom
in front of their eyes.  During this time Jennifer just lay in position
shaking and trembling, obviously desperate to rub her bottom, her lovely
young buttocks writhing from side to side oblivious now to the sights she
was showing us.

Eventually I picked up the cane again and addressed the whimpering girl.
'Now you will receive the final three strokes of your punishment and I
think, Miss , that you have been through hell this afternoon, a hell that is
not quite over.  I don't believe you knew how much a caning could hurt but
now you are sure, aren't you.  You will not sit down comfortably for a week
and, if your behaviour does not improve and you do not stop bullying, you
will be back in my study for a further caning on your bare bottom every week
until the end of term.  Do I make myself clear?'
Jennifer cried out in terror and through choking sobs swore that she had
learned her lesson and would never behave in such a way again.  Strangely I
believed her for no girl would ever want to submit to what I put Jennifer
Stone through that afternoon.

I raised the cane again and proceeded to deliver three very hard diagonal
strokes at 30 second intervals diagonally across the naked bottom, the weals
coming up immediately and fiercely as they bisected earlier cuts.  I had
again judged it well for much further punishment would have resulted in the
skin being broken and blood being drawn which was strictly against the rules
and for which I would have been in serious trouble.

As It was Jennifer's inhuman screams and the fiercely ridged welts told me
that I had done the job well and with Mr Corbett's help I raised the
stricken girl from the stool.  Jennifer's legs were virtually giving way as
I unpinned her skirt and allowed it to fall back into place then I decided
in an act of compassion that I would drive the girl home.  I dismissed the
staff and then gently ushered the girl to my car parked at the back of my
office.  Jennifer looked at me gratefully as I put my arm around her
shoulders and helped her into the back seat where she lay on her side.  As I
got behind the wheel, a small voice which I didn't recognise murmured 'I'm
sorry, Maam, for what I did.  I've learned my lesson today and I will never
ill treat anyone again!'  and do you know, Jennifer was as good as her word.
She eventually passed her examinations with flying colours and is now a
doctor somewhere in Buckinghamshire, married with two lovely children.  To
my delight and surprise, after she had gone to University, Jennifer wrote a
long letter to me thanking me for punishing her so severely for it had made
her see sense and prevented her making a mess of her life.

For me, once I had delivered the sobbing girl to her parents who were
stunned and shocked by the severity of their daughter's punishment but
sensible enough to accept it, I drove back to school to collect some work
and on entering my office I realised that Jennifer's knickers were still on
the chair.  I grinned and in a fit of madness decided I would keep them as a
souvenir of the most severe caning I had ever delivered.  I was sure that
Jennifer Stone would never have the nerve to ask for them back!