Fiona was sixteen, nearly seventeen, five feet two inches tall, with long dark hair and a lovely fringe. Her breasts were not large but not small either, and she was very happy to show off her cleavage. When she did wear her favoured low-cut vest tops showing off her bare midriff she knew that both the boys and the girls stared at her wishfully. She went to the gym three times a week and so had well-toned arms and legs. W...

Fiona was sitting on her bed, still naked, looking down at the senior Kane. A few moments ago she had gone into her mum's bedroom, got the cane from the cupboard, also seeing the other two canes still there, and took the cane back to her bedroom, and two pillows she knew she would have to lie across. She then had to wait for her mum. At exactly seven-thirty Dyane went upstairs and, without knocking because this was all ab...

Fiona was absolutely delighted that she had found so many ways to be punished. At home she would ask her mum to thrash her, very often going for below C grade punishment so a bare bottom spanking with her mum's hand, followed by a leather belt. Before bedtime, she would get another bare bottom spanking and twenty-four, sometimes thirty or thirty-six strokes of the cane. Fiona had deliberately increased the original punish...

Fiona remained standing, looking down at the still blurred outline of Miss Brown, her hands on her head, pretty sure that her hair mound was now glistening with her sex juice, but hoping not. Miss Brown remained silent and made it look as though she was doing paperwork, but kept looking towards the still sobbing Fiona, and saw how turned-on she was. It was so telling, but better that she knew because then she would make s...