Tracy, horrified at the thought, dug her nails into the chair and held on for everything she was worth. Tracy’s arms were sore, her legs were wobbly, and her mind raced at the thought of what was in store. Worse, she also felt a deliciously naughty tingle between her legs that she was desperate to scratch! But Tracy didn’t dare move. It's going to be six for you Thomas, this time. Make no mistake, even for a senior, six strokes of the cane will be a very salutary lesson and, you can take it from me, it's going to be a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry." Yes Miss," he replied breathlessly, taking the same small footsteps and only moving his hands once he was up against the edge of the desk and beginning to bend forward. Despite facing away from her, he could feel her eyes appraising his young, naked body, and sensed the frisson of a forbidden, shameful thrill, blending inextricably with what was rapidly becoming a very real anxiety.

Tracy had been in the Headmaster’s office countless times before, but now, dressed in a school uniform and with the dreaded yellow pass in her hand, the wooden walls, antique chairs, and hard wooden floor seemed strangely foreboding. At that moment the deputy head's phone rang. He answered it which gave us extra thinking time. It was then I remembered something that he'd said in assembly. According to him we were now 2nd Years and the senior pupils in that particular playground, and as such we were obliged to set a good example for the 1st Years. Good afternoon Thomas. I might as well be perfectly blunt right from the start and tell you that this is going to be a most uncomfortable meeting for you. As a senior boy you are likely to find the situation embarrassing, it will not be pleasant, and in the immediate aftermath I very much doubt that you will thank me for it. But, I do promise you this: by hook or by crook I'm going to see to it that you put every possible effort into your studies, and so, right now, we will be seeing this matter through to its conclusion."

The door slammed shut, leaving Tracy, with her heart racing and her outstretched arms trembling, staring at the Seeing her behind her desk, hands apart and holding the cane horizontal at the level of her slender waist, he began to truly feel the magnitude of his predicament. Grateful that at least the knowledge of their meeting would go no further, he replied promptly. "Thank you, Miss."

Although these stories take place within a school-based setting they differ from the more realistic accounts typically found within the schoolgirl spanking fiction genre. They are, however, representative of Frank Martinet's distinctive approach to spanking fiction, and so tend to focus on the actual punishments rather than the details of school life in general.I'm not judging you, I just really don't understand it because I grew up in the 70's where this would never have happened. If somebody had tried this with my kid I would have followed them home and said "Right, you beat my kid and now I'm here to find out if you like a stranger abusing yours?" to get my point across. Of course I would not do anything but I think they would see where I was coming from. As Tracy reluctantly accepted the much-feared yellow pass the other students barraged her with a sarcastic serenade of “oohs!” Why caning her bare was preferable was left unexplained, although clearly it was preferable to him. Tracy felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her as she felt her underpants slide over her thighs and down to her knees. The costume arrived on Saturday, which was perfect timing. Monday morning was Halloween. Yes, Halloween, the day when the faculty were allowed to show what good sports they were by dressing up as clowns, space aliens, or (most frequently) their favorite teacher from the Harry Potter books.

He has no previous convictions – no offences have been committed since these allegations.” Read More Related Articles Sophie had come to be rather fond of Thomas over the last few terms acting as his designated house tutor. There was a natural, easy rapport and she had begun this ploy as a tease to try and shake him out of his academic complacency. She had intended that her traditional crook handled school cane would act merely as a prop to give emphasis to her words. Perhaps an older or more experienced housemistress might have sensed a curious infatuation in his eyes, perhaps could have understood the allure of her authority, and might even have guessed just how much he longed to submissively bend to her every whim. When he saw Jeffrey saw Tracy in her uniform he didn’t recognize her at first. When he did recognize, her, his face registered absolute confusion. But when he spotted the yellow pass in Tracy’s trembling hand, Jeffrey burst into a broad, unbecoming smile. “What’s this then, Miss Smith?” he asked.Tracy, feeling quite stunned, winced as she slowly eased herself up. The Headmaster kept his eyes fixed between Tracy’s legs as she sniveled, sniffled, and sobbed before him.

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Mandatory: Chelsea was an extremely well behaved girl who had never been spanked before but that was all about to change when she joined Bentford, a girls' school with extraordinary high standards where every girl was swished once per term as a character building exercise. At first, Chelsea was terrified at the prospect but her attitude changed over the years as she went on to experience all four grades of the cane: sampler, junior, senior and reformatory rods. Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. Perhaps because she had never experienced it, Tracy was fascinated by corporal punishment. Tracy had argued that the board should make her Deputy Headmistress so that she could cane the girls, but although she got the title Headmaster Chambers persisted in keeping his corporal punishment duties entirely to himself. This was no small annoyance for Tracy, for she was desperate to see the cane in the Headmaster’s cupboard, and had a deep and prurient interest in all matters related to corporal punishment. The Headmaster’s eyes widened as he spied the telltale stain in the crotch of Tracy’s underpants. Tracy’s current predicament had been a dream come true for him, and now he knew it was Tracy’s dream as well. I'm sorry it had to come to this Thomas, but to your credit you took your discipline in good grace, and I suggest you return from the holidays with a much better focus, and a determination to excel yourself in the exams this summer."