She was aware that initially, the spanks were landing on alternate bottom cheeks, and then, after quite a while, Mrs Summers sometimes changed to spanking one bottom cheek time and again and then the other bottom cheek time and again, and Janet knew the difference because the stinging was far greater with the repeated spanks. She knew it was such a difficult thing for her to do, just lying there of her own free will and taking the pain, but if she did stay there, clinging onto the far end of the table, her fantasy would then be reality.

Janet was walking back along the corridor towards the car park after finishing another lesson at the local Sixth Form School where she had attended the late afternoon class in psychology. As Janet walked along the corridor again towards the car park, she saw the toilets coming up and walked through the door, and into a cubicle, once again yanking her knickers down and raising the hem of her dress as she sat down on the lid of the toilet. Janet realised that she wasn’t being asked to reconsider or to confirm anything, but it was being taken for granted that, because the punishment had been offered and she so clearly accepted it, she was going to go through with it. She loved the fact it made her feel like she was sixteen again and being at the school brought back her need to be obedient to the authoritative teachers. Right then she felt as naughty as she reckoned that Becky would have felt when standing back up, naked below the waist, her pussy hair mound embarrassingly on show, and ready to be punished by the headmistress.Janet was blushing as she went over to the desk to sign the form as the witness, and saw that it was headed, ‘Punishment Log. With that instruction, Janet really did feel like a naughty schoolgirl because Mrs Summers was telling her to do what she had told Becky to do after completing her caning. She felt very strange, with her bottom still hot from her strapping, and her uniform skirt brushing against her bottom, She’d never had to go without panties for a day before, and it somehow felt more naked than if she really had had to take the skirt off too.

Mrs Summers smiled and winked, and said, “You can now go, Janet, and as you have been punished, you are a good girl again, until the next time. Moments later, Janet felt Mrs Summers' palm rubbing her bottom in circles, and she even found that exciting, although suspected that was mainly because she had never been spanked before. Mrs Summers smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, you’re not the first person your age to have those thoughts.Janet lifted the hem of her school dress to above her waist, and, holding the hem there, she eased her fingers inside the elastic of her school regulation knickers and pushed them down towards the floor, stepping out of them, scooping them up, and, just as she noticed where Becky’s knickers were, she placed them on the same nearby chair. Mrs Summers smiled again as she took from the pad on her desk a fresh page which Janet saw was also headed, ‘Punishment Log.