A Spanking in Time (Bexhill School) by Tom Simple Read Free Book Online Page B

agonising she would find the second six of the dozen she was now getting. It took all her determination to hold more or less still and not howl like a banshee. ‘...three, four, five, six. Whack! “Ooooowww!” Number ten. One, two, three, four, five, Crack! “Aaaahhh!” Number eleven. One, two, three...” She knew now she could make it, although the last one proved the hardest of the lot. ‘Three Taps’ raised the cane high above his head and brought it down with all the force he could muster. Margaret leaped several inches and tossed her head, causing her long, fair hair to fly like a mane. “Oh God!” she muttered, “Ooooww, ooooww!”
    The headmaster took a pace back.
    “Very well, you can all get up and arrange your clothes. I trust that’s cured you of any enthusiasm for smoking. Please come over to the desk and sign the Punishment Book.”
    Miss Holloway released Alice and the three girls stood up, clutching their backsides. As they turned to pull up their knickers, she could see the effects on each of their bottoms: rows of red, purple, and mauve stripes, outlined with dark blue ridges. Alice’s backside was even redder than the others, due to the spanking with Stinger; she was sobbing her heart out. Jane was and sniffing and red-eyed, while Margaret remained the most stoic of the three. Miss Holloway was breathing hard. She hoped that the state of her own panties wasn’t showing through pencil skirt she was wearing.
    The girls signed beside the entries in the Punishment Book, which recorded the date, their names, the offence committed, and the punishment awarded (and, in Alice’s case, the extra strokes she’d been given). Then they filed out of the study, muttering the traditional thanks to the headmaster as they left. Mr. Masterson turned to the secretary.
    “Thank you for your help. It was Alice’s f irst chastisement and the poor girl wasn’t taking it well. I couldn’t have managed without your help. I suppose you think I was dreadfully strict?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “But I feel that smoking needs to be dealt with severely. If they get into the habit at an early stage, they’ll suffer more than just a sore backside in later life.”
    Miss Holloway was in such a state of arousal that she was afraid her knees might be visibly trembling.
    “I think you had no other choice, Headmaster.” Her voice sounded strangely hoarse. Mr. Masterson put it down to the emotional experience she’d just been through. He returned the cane to its cupboard, picked up Stinger and replaced it in the drawer.
    “Well, thank you Miss Holloway. Make yourself a cup of tea, and you might bring me one, too. I think we deserve it!”
    She went back to her office, put the kettle on, and then groped in her bag for her spare pair of panties. She hurried to the staff toilet, her mind in still in turmoil at the events she’d witnessed in the last few minutes.
     
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    Later that evening, after supper, Mrs. Winchester sent for Margaret. The girl’s stomach knotted: was her mother going to beat her as well? She entered the study nervously.
    “Now, Margaret dear, Mr. Masterson tells me that he had to cane you this afternoon. You were caught smoking by Miss Fraser?”
    “Yes, Mum. I’m sorry.”
    “How long have you been smoking?”
    “It was the first time, honestly. I just wanted to try a cigarette, but I didn’t like it.”
    “It was a very stupid thing to do and I’m glad you were caught. There are some things that your father and I don’t want you even to try: smoking is one of them. If you’re caught again, we’ll be extremely angry with you.”
    “I won’t smoke ever again. It tasted horrible and it made me cough. I think that’s why Miss  Fraser found us.”
    “Well, you deserved your punishment. I hope it taught you a lesson.”
    “It certainly did: I don’t think I’ll able to sit down for days. I’m really sorry, Mum.”
    “Just don’t let it happen again . All right, off you