It is the month of June in the year nineteen sixty-two. After six years at senior school, in less than two months, I will complete my education. Little did I know that it would be the couple of months that would change my life forever.
I live in Essex, attend Rockfield Grammar school for girls and find the predicament I find myself in so difficult to comprehend. One minute, I believed I was the most contented girl alive and now I feel nothing but remorse.
My name is Sarah Smith. I am nearly eighteen, have been engaged to my boyfriend David for two months and am in the middle of my A-level exams.
Teachers and peers continually remark that I am privileged to have been blessed with so many attributes and I should ensure I use them wisely. I am flattered that they frequently tell me that I look fantastic, am gifted academically and shine in the sports I play.
My disciplinary record is excellent and the only blemish is two strokes of the cane on my palms from Miss Groves, the music teacher. The punishment occurred in my third year when Jane, my best friend and I continued talking after being told to be quiet.
The stick certainly stung and I found the caning humiliating when receiving it in front of the class. Despite the tears in our eyes, we took our punishment stoically. Unlike, I might add, some of the girls we had witnessed getting caned who cried, screamed and made a terrible fuss.
After the stinging subsided, we discussed being disciplined and agreed we were pleased to have our fascination with the stick satisfied. After witnessing our classmates' punishments, we often talked about being caned and wondered what it would be like to experience that pain.
I was surprised that I felt aroused after seeing Jane's caning and experiencing punishment myself. I never mentioned this to Jane or anybody else, as I worried people would consider me weird if I told them I had become aroused during and after our punishment.
I have never received any retribution since that day and teachers often use me as an example of what they expect from a model pupil when talking to the younger girls. I have proudly held the position of head girl for the last two years.
I have never considered the possibility of being punished as I am conscientious and much respected by staff and pupils alike. I never imagined I would be saying this, but I was in trouble because I thought I was beyond reproach.
David asked me if I could skip school on Tuesday afternoon as he had tickets for our favourite band's matinee performance at the Slatters Arms.
I knew it was wrong to play truant but I didn't have exams on Wednesday and never contemplated my dishonesty getting discovered.
Unfortunately, I forgot I had promised Miss James I would take the first years for drama that afternoon but I was so excited about seeing the band I unhesitantly made up an excuse.
I felt guilty but lied that I was attending the hospital for a personal check-up and never contemplated the discovery of my deviousness.
She told me she was disappointed but understood that health issues took precedence over school commitments and said she hoped everything turned out alright.
It was just my luck that Mr Davies, the History teacher had that day off and was also a fan of the Clash. He saw me done up to the nines, cigarette in my mouth, drink in my hand, standing proudly with my fiance David enjoying the music at the pub.
He mentioned this to the headmistress and she was disgusted that I had lied and deceived her. She was pretty cunning, I thought when talking to me, but on reflection, I could understand her motive. She asked how my hospital appointment had gone and I lied, explaining my visit in graphic detail.
She then asked me to accompany her to her study, where I was informed Mr Davis had witnessed me drinking although I was underage and smoking in the pub when I had pretended I was at the hospital.
She added that not only had I let her and the school down by truanting then blatantly lying to her about it but I had also deceived her by forging a note from my mother excusing me from school.
My stomach sunk as I knew I had no option but to confess my sins and accept the consequences that my actions demanded. However severe they turned out to be, deep down, I knew I had deceived her and deserved what punishment Miss James determined was fitting for my crime.
Miss James told me that my behaviour was unacceptable. As a rule, my actions would have resulted in expulsion, but as I was in the middle of my exams and had an impeccable record, she considered this was too drastic a measure, although one I deserved.
She added that removal from school would detrimentally affect my education and my foolishness if expelled would compromise my future. She told me to return to her study before going home as it would give her the time to contemplate an appropriate punishment.
When I entered Miss James' study to discover my fate, I admit I was close to tears, shaking and feeling sick, dreading the outcome. She didn't stand on ceremony and handed me a letter for my mummy detailing why she had decided on the punishment I would receive.
Miss James looked into my eyes, informing me I might be seventeen, nearly eighteen but that wouldn't prevent me from receiving six strokes with the senior cane, three across each of my palms. She added that she hoped the severity of the sentence would serve as an example that lying and being deceitful, let alone forgery, results in painful consequences.
I told her I was so sorry that I had let her down and had made it worse by being dishonest. I had tears in my eyes as I said I was distraught at my behaviour and assured her it would never happen again. I said I would accept my punishment as a lesson to ensure that I think long and hard before ever contemplating being dishonest in the future.
When I arrived home, my mummy was out and I sat down looking at my delicate palms reflecting on the caning they would have to endure in the morning.
I wondered what mummy would think of me, let alone David when he knew my headmistress was going to thrash me. Would he feel embarrassed knowing that the girl he loves, enjoys rampant sex with and wants to marry will have the hands usually massaging his cock caned like a naughty schoolgirl?
When mum returned home, she asked me why the long face. I handed her the letter and waited while she read it. Her expression changed from one of disbelief to that of anger. She shouted at me, "Well, Sarah Smith, you have fucked up big time and no doubt reading this letter; you will suffer the severest of consequences that your conduct deserves."
I had tears in my eyes as I nodded my head in agreement. I had rarely heard mummy swear and realised how distraught and angry my behaviour must have made her.
She told me she never felt the need to tell me before but had felt the cane on her hands several times but I had committed more offences in one afternoon than in all her time at school.
Mummy then hugged me and told me that Miss James had said ring her to discuss my punishment, but I realised the letter had confirmed it was the cane. I told her Miss James had informed me of my punishment and I felt it was a relief when the alternative was expulsion.
When she had finished on the telephone with the headmistress, we sat down together and discussed the situation I found myself in. Mummy held my hand and told me Miss James had confirmed that I would have been expelled in any other circumstances and probably if it had been any other pupil.
We both agreed her recommended punishment, however painful it turned out to be, was preferable to dismissal.
Mummy added that Miss James had asked her if I would accompany you to school as you could return home after being caned and have the weekend to recover before your last two exams later next week. If we thought it was for the best, she said I could support you by witnessing your punishment or waiting outside while the caning took place if that's what we prefer.
Miss James told me she had received a caning, the traditional six of the best, when in her final year at school under similar circumstances to mine. Although the pain had been excruciating, she added that it taught her never to make the same mistake again and she never has.
Mummy told me her canings were nothing like the one I would be suffering, but she now appreciates that deceit often results in retribution when you abuse the rules.
We agreed to decide tomorrow if mummy would witness my caning in the morning or wait outside until Miss James had punished me. The more I considered the options, the more convinced I became that having my mummy in attendance might not only offer much-needed support but encourage Miss James to make the caning less severe with a witness present.
I went up to my bedroom, imagining Miss James and mummy's caning and despite my distressful predicament, found these thoughts sexually arousing. As I pressed my fingers into my pussy while massaging my clitoris, I exploded with the vision of their caned palms uppermost in my thoughts.