The Caning Headmistress

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The Headmaster moved around from behind his desk, went to the coat hooks on the wall by the door and lifted one of the two canes hanging there. It was a run round the school and its perimeter, more than a cross country, and something I could easily achieve but didn’t want to. It was only with the threat of my knickers coming down that finally found me ready for the last stroke which flew into my tightly stretched rear. I was on a local swim team and Linda, who was 5 yrs older than me, acted as my guide and big sister who always scolded me but was caring to me.

And in fact, once the agonising throbbing had subsided, the two girls themselves rather enjoyed the admiring looks they were given as they lowered themselves gently into their chairs at suppertime. He crapped his self if it wasn,t for my wife calming me down I would most likely have ended up down Watery Lane,oh well happy days!I remember thinking how strange it was that I had not remembered it before, as I have had a lifelong fascination with CP and bottoms. She clearly didn’t favour the light models, so it was really between medium and heavy, two or three fingers. Good news, or so I thought, followed; she was unavailable for a few days and I knew the head did not like caning girls. I stood there in buckets of tears, rocking and rubbing for all I was worth as Peter went through a similar ordeal across mum’s knee before she sent us to bed. Not knowing where to go or what to do, I went, quite fearfully, back to the biology class and everyone assumed I had been caned.

In fact, it was on the fingers not the palms because of the risk of damage, so already it was tightly controlled, at least in State Government-run schools. She brought this to the notice of the girls and told them that singing or noise in the bus distracted the attention of the driver.He appeared quite elderly to me, he wore glasses, had greyish hair, and had a bad tempered demeanour.

Two police officers spoke to me, one man who remained quite quiet and the main interrogator who was a woman. We described it only as fight club, you were either hit by the older boys, or our form tutor used to walk past and knee you in the leg for fun, literally leaving you not being able to walk for a week.I knew I couldn’t possibly get away with all that badness, and now I was going to be spanked, one way or the other. He also used to nick sweets out of pencil cases if he spotted any, so one day a lad in my class decided to coat all his Polos in a thin layer of that stuff you put on kids' finger nails to stop them chewing them, and leave them poking out of his pencil case, real casual like. Morgan said that each time the headmistress administered one slight stroke of the cane on each of the girls' hands, and Miss James would say there were no tears -- in fact there were "traces of smiles" on the girls' faces.