April and Becky glanced quickly at each other as they saw Miss Summers beckon them over.
Remembering immediately how she had lied about tearing up her punishment letter, April knew this could be a difficult discussion but she had prepared her answers so hoped for the best.
Miss Summers was her usual authoritarian self as she glared at April and said sternly, “Miss Coe wants to see you in her study.” Miss Summers didn’t wait for a reply but turned her stare to Becky and ordered, “You can go to your classroom, Becky.”
April and Becky again glanced at each other this time wide-eyed in the usual schoolgirl way that meant without words, “I smell trouble.”
Becky nodded and smiled sympathetically at April as she followed Miss Summers towards her office.
April didn’t know that Miss Summers had told Miss Coe how to handle the discussion she was going to have with April and, if it went wrong, she would give the Headmistress six strokes of the cane but if it went well it would be three strokes. It was the new system the two women had introduced for themselves to help make Miss Coe take good decisions rather than continue to make the type of mistake that led her to cane April the previous day.
Once inside the office Miss Summers ordered, “Wait here.” She picked up the phone and dialled and after a moment said, “April is here, Miss Coe.” After just a moment Miss Summers continued, “Yes, Miss Coe. I will send her straight in.” Miss Summers put the phone down and glaring at April snapped, “In you go, girl. Sharpish.”
April was used to the stern tone and as she walked towards the study door was rather more concerned about the discussion she was about to have. However, as she knocked on the door and heard the order to enter, April had feelings other than fear as she realised that she was actually turned on by the way Miss Summers had snapped orders at her and even felt aroused at the thought of being scolded by Miss Coe.
Her bottom was still sore from being spanked by Mrs M first thing this morning, but that only added to the sensation of arousal. Even as she closed the study door and walked towards Miss Coe’s desk she was anticipating the scolding but was even more aroused seeing the cane hanging on the hook on the wall and wondered if she would be getting caned with it in the next few minutes.
Miss Coe was her usual stern self as she studied some papers on her desk until April had stopped walking and, even then, looked at them for a few more moments.
April almost smiled as she saw Miss Coe focusing on the papers, being pretty certain it was for show.
Miss Coe looked up and saw the half smile on April’s face and was about to snap at her but held back. She needed to be sure of her ground first, particularly as she had made such a gross mistake yesterday when she caned the poor girl and then had to apologise and make her a Prefect. For all she knew, there may even be an acceptable answer to what befell April since leaving school yesterday.
Miss Coe demanded, “So you told Miss Summers that you tore up the punishment letter yesterday. Did you, April?”
April was ready with the answer. “I was about to, Miss Coe but then forgot. I then meant to do it at home but forgot again. When Carla saw the letter, she didn’t believe me when I said it was a mistake but she insisted on spanking me.”
Miss Coe actually could see how that could have happened but calmed down somewhat. She then asked, “So if Carla signed the letter I assume you still have it?”
April was ready with the answer to that as well. “Oh no, Miss Coe, as I did tear it up on my way to school as I didn’t think I needed to bring it in.”
Miss Coe saw the smug smile on April’s face and was working out her next question. “So, if Carla signed the letter why did Mrs Mason also spank you?”
April didn’t realise that Mrs M had phoned the school and was momentarily thrown. In a state of confusion, April said, “Mrs M saw the letter and said she would spank me. Carla hadn’t actually signed the letter before going to work.”
Mrs Coe still smelt that something was wrong.
“Surely Mrs Mason will have seen your bottom was red from Carla’s spanking?”
April was again thrown as that was right. April knew that all she had to do was tell Mrs M that Carla had spanked her and then she would have had to believe her as her bottom was indeed very red still. Of course, April had accepted the second spanking and didn’t say anything to Mrs M.
Miss Coe was annoyed with the silence and demanded, “Well, girl?”
April couldn’t think of a decent answer and just shrugged her shoulders.
Miss Coe knew that April had lied and that she had deliberately failed to tear up the letter knowing she would get a spanking when she got home. She suspected April had even wanted her second spanking. Of course, she herself had wanted to be spanked and masturbated afterwards and then would understand April’s similar desires, but that wasn’t the point here, she told herself.
So, on the one hand, Miss Coe knew that April had lied and so deserved a caning but on the other hand as she herself almost begged to be caned then found it so erotic, she didn’t think that she could or indeed should cane any of the schoolgirls ever again.
Miss Coe didn’t tell April her own submissive experience and looking like a stern Headmistress she said sternly, “Well you need to be disciplined for lying. I won’t cane you myself as I did so incorrectly yesterday. However instead you will wear a punishment sign and your log will require different teachers to smack your legs, spank your bottom, and then give you three strokes of the cane. As you know the punishments can be carried out in the corridor or a classroom but definitely with other girls watching. Understood?”
April did understand but realised that as Miss Coe was scolding her and telling her about the punishment she was feeling flutters flying around her vagina and was sure she was already damp and then the thought of being disciplined three times in public turned her on even more.
“Yes, Miss,” April acknowledged knowing she was blushing.
She couldn’t really explain the feelings she had, but just knew she was going to be immensely humiliated today but ever so much aroused.
“Get the sign and log from Miss Summers. I want to see the log completed before you go home today.”
April swallowed hard as she replied, “Yes, Miss,” and turning left the Study and stood by Miss Summers' desk.
Miss Summers already knew the likely outcome and asked April, “A sign and log, smacked legs spanked bottom and three strokes of the cane?”
April nodded her head realising that the outcome of her lies had been a forgone conclusion before she went into the Headmistress' study. Still, as she stood watching Miss Summers write on the sign and on the log, she thought about the punishments that she would be getting today and then realised that instead of thinking about the humiliation she was wondering how the cane would feel after a spanking. She almost smiled to herself but bit her lip knowing she mustn’t let on to Miss Summers that she was looking forward to the experience of being disciplined in public rather than being horrified by the prospect.
April hung the sign around her neck and left the office. She was now thinking about the punishments ahead and looked from face to face to see which teacher would smack her legs.
April was unaware that after she had left Miss Summers office, Miss Summers went in to see Miss Coe.
“You handled that well and so I will give you just three strokes.”
Miss Coe didn’t argue as she knew she would be getting the strokes, and it would have been more if she had mishandled the discussion with April. So, without a word she got up and went to the caning table, stepped out of her knickers putting them on the chair, lifted her skirt up above her waist and then, clutching it in front of her tummy, bent across the table and grabbed both sides.
She looked ahead as she smiled and said, "Three really, really, really hard strokes please, Miss.”
Miss Summers smiled as she rubbed the cane back and forth across Miss Coe’s bare bottom and pursing her lips pulled her arm back and then landed the first stroke on her so gorgeous bottom cheeks. She loved the squeal that Miss Coe made and waited just a few seconds as she rubbed the cane back and forth just below the developing welt then she pulled her arm back and gave Miss Coe the second stroke.
Miss Coe cried out knowing the strength of the stroke was far greater than she ever gave the girls but as an adult knew she could take it. Of course, it was a disciplinary caning but it was sexually exciting as well as the flutters flew around her vagina particularly as the cane was rubbed back and forth across her bottom cheek again. She knew that she was damp already and as she had parted her legs then raised her bottom and she knew that Miss Summers would know that too by the glistening sex juice she was already secreting.
Miss Summers rubbed the cane back and forth for the last time and looking between Miss Coe’s parted legs saw her sex juice and knew the Headmistress was already aroused. As she landed the last stroke and watched the third wickedly red welt appear she put the cane down and squeezed Miss Coe’s warmed bottom cheeks and listened to her gentle pained moaning.
Miss Summers rubbed the inside of Miss Coe’s thighs and ran her fingers along her now very wet pussy lips and gave her the expected orgasm. Miss Summers knew that after caning Miss Coe she would be going to the staff toilets and then, in the privacy of a cubicle, give herself an orgasm with her fingers deep inside her vagina. Equally, she knew the more she rubbed Miss Coe’s reddened and welted bottom the more erotic it was and the better her own orgasm would be.
Miss Coe knew that this wasn’t going to be the last caning Miss Summers gave her for sure but also knew that although remaining the Headmistress she was unlikely to ever cane another of the girls. That job would now be given to one of the senior teachers who would join the discipline team who would take over discipline at the College in the soon to be allocated and furnished punishment room.
Miss Coe had quickly come to realise that having made the awful mistake of caning April it had started the train of events that told her she was sexually aroused by being disciplined. Having discovered that she was that type of lady, she then told herself that she could no longer be the disciplinarian herself because it would feel so wrong as she was never able to separate her personal likes and dislikes from what she did when at work.
She was very comfortable with that, though knowing she would be able to happily masturbate after being disciplined herself, the more often the better. One thing for sure was that the mistake had set her life on a new path which she was so looking forward to, and wanted to experience, and so to that extent, she was personally very happy that she had made that awful mistake.
So, feeling comfortable in her new submissive lifestyle and enjoying Miss Summers rubbing and, squeezing her stinging bottom, Miss Coe remained bent over and waited patiently and obediently for Miss Summers to leave so she could finger herself to an orgasm in private as her bottom stung so gloriously and erotically.
Miss Summers looked longingly one last time at Miss Coe’s bottom and giving two not too light smacks ordered, “Get up, Miss Coe. Consider yourself punished.”
Miss Coe eased herself up and waiting for Miss Summers approval saw her nod her head then immediately rubbed her bottom feverishly.
Miss Summers was happy with the pained look on Miss Coe’s face and, turning, left the study and made her way to the staff toilets to satisfy her desire for an orgasm. She would be picturing Leanne across her lap as she masturbated and couldn’t wait to get started.
Separately, April had left the office with a sign hanging around her neck that said, ‘I have lied and need to be smacked, spanked, and caned by different teachers today.’ She walked towards her classroom catching glances from lots of girls she knew almost all of whom looked shocked that Miss Goody Goody April was carrying a punishment sign and log.
It didn’t take long to be stopped for her first punishment. Miss Hobbs demanded to see the log and, as she did, several of the girls also stopped and waited to see the punishment.
Miss Hobbs held her hand out and took the punishment log from April and read it. She looked up at April and said, “So you need your legs smacked then.”
April glanced around at the watching girls and when she heard the statement from Miss Hobbs knew what she was required to say to avoid additional smacks. “Yes please, Miss. Really, really, really hard snacks please, Miss.”
Miss Hobbs smiled at the required request and sat on a chair right there in the corridor and looking up at a now blushing April ordered, “Tuck the back of your dress into your belt and fold your arms in front of you, girl.”
April did as she was told and heard the whispers and giggles from several of the watching girls. Being disciplined in corridors or at the front of full classrooms was now standard for the College. It wasn’t an everyday event by any means but was the disciplinary choice for bullying lying and disrespecting teachers. Well, April had lied and she knew that she deserved the punishment.
April positioned herself standing sideways on to Miss Hobbs with her thighs fully bared as her dress was tucked into her white belt and she swallowed hard as she felt Miss Hobbs rub the backs of her thighs. Once again, April’s immediate thought was how erotic the rubbing of her thighs was and, although worried about the stinging and likelihood of her crying and feeling humiliated, those only enhanced her erotic thoughts.
Most of the girls were smiling at April’s distress, just happy that this time it wasn’t their legs about to be smacked. That was except for two of the girls in April’s class, Lisa and Dana. They glanced at each other hiding their smiles and knew both were sexually aroused watching their classmates being disciplined. Both were already wet as they waited and knew both would have very damp pussies by the time the leg smacking was over.
April saw the looks on the girls' faces and realising Miss Hobbs was no longer rubbing her thighs, she knew the smacking was about to start.
She heard Miss Hobbs say, “So you want it to be really, really, really hard and so I will. Don’t move until I have finished and I see fifty smacks is on the log.”
April nodded in agreement to Miss Hobbs and then gasped as the first smack landed, and it did sting rather more than she had expected it to. She didn’t have time to worry about it though as the second smack landed on her other leg and then Miss Hobbs proceeded to land smack after smack on alternate legs.
April heard the loud whispers from the watching girls as her legs stung more and more after every hard smack.
Miss Hobbs focussed on making sure she landed each smack neatly on the back of each leg and knew from how they were turning a deeper and deeper shade of red that the smacks were hurting as they should do. She was a disciplinarian and knew the benefit of being strict with the girls knowing that set boundaries needed to be maintained. This was even better as the punishment had been set by others and she was implementing it and didn’t need to be concerned whether it was justified or not. That was a true benefit of the punishment sign system.
April found the stinging get more and more intense and her eyes filled with tears, and before the smacking ended, they dribbled down her face. She knew her red eyes would tell everyone she saw that she had been disciplined even if they hadn’t seen it themselves which was certainly going to be humiliating she told herself.
As Miss Hobbs got to the end of the pre-set fifty smacks so she made sure the final smacks were even harder and heard the reaction from April which was louder and louder cries. The last two on each leg were the hardest and Miss Hobbs was satisfied they produced the loudest cries from April.
Once the smacking was over, Miss Hobbs ordered, “Lower your dress, April, and get to your classroom.” She looked around the corridor and breaking into a smile as she saw the faces of the watching girls said in a friendly tone, “Okay, girls, the fun is over. Get along all of you.”
As the girls’ whispers turned in to normal gossiping and they happily discussed her leg smacking Lisa and Dana went straight to the toilets and an empty cubicle. They soon had their fingers inside the others’ knickers caressing the others very wet pussy lips, edging their fingers inside and flicking the others taut clits.
They didn’t hide their feelings for each other from the others and even as they heard other girls come into the toilets so they continued to edge the other to an orgasm.
They didn’t even mind the comments like, “It’s okay. It’s Lisa and Dana again.”
In fact, they found the comments added to their arousal as their orgasmic gasps echoed around the toilets.
April rubbed her bottom as she walked towards her classroom. She went to her desk and got her things out for the next lesson, and was still sniffing back tears as some of the girls sympathised with her.
It was a few minutes before their teacher, Miss Lewis, entered the classroom and all the girls turned and obediently fell silent. She went and sat at her desk, and, looking up, ordered, “Okay girls, sit down and let’s get started, shall we?”
One of the girls put her hand over her mouth to hide the fact she was speaking and said out loud, “We could count the number of spanks you give April.”
Miss Lewis heard the comment and looked at April and saw the punishment sign. She demanded, “Come here, April and bring your log.”
Miss Lewis was in her mid-twenties and April had had a bit of a schoolgirl crush on her and, as she walked towards her, wondered whether she would get the spanking she needed from her. She had often pictured herself in bed with Miss Lewis both naked and caressing each other. She saw Miss Lewis was wearing a short-sleeved blouse and standard blue skirt as she got to her and handed her the log.
Miss Lewis took the log and saw that the leg smacking had been carried out. She knew the lesson was a bit of a waste of time as it was the last Friday of term and a half-day only. There was a final assembly straight after the class and the girls would then disappear for a week so it wasn’t going to do any harm if she spent ten minutes spanking April with the girls watching. Equally, Miss Lewis quite enjoyed spanking the girls as she had a bit of a mean streak in her but as she was one of the better liked teachers the girls took it in their stride.