We will do this every morning until you learn your lesson

‘You should know the position by now you two’ Miss Ferguson says to Ken and Melissa after they have been woken up in Ken’s room which is strictly forbidden by the rules of the house they were staying in during the summer jobs they have in one of the country hotels in a remote part of Scotland.

‘Yes Miss Ferguson’ they both answer as they are slowly undressing and placing their hands on the desk in Miss Ferguson’s office which is a position that they have become very familiar with over the past week.

‘Your bottoms are already heavily marked the pair of you but as I said to you the first morning that you were caught sleeping with each other we will repeat this punishment every morning until you have learnt your lesson and have started to obey the rules. I presume that you haven’t reached this point yet which shows an admirable, if utterly foolish, level of commitment to each other’ Miss Ferguson says sharply as she is smacking her hand down onto both of the bottoms in front of her.

‘Hold steady now’ Miss Ferguson says as she has swapped a cane for her hand. Melissa was the first to feel the bite of the cane this time and she immediately let out a sharp yelp.

‘Well you know what you need to do if you don’t want a recurrence of this pain tomorrow morning girl’ Miss Ferguson announces.

‘Your rules will not tell me who I can and who I can’t sleep with’ Melissa defiantly replies and the response from Miss Ferguson is a harder stroke of the cane. Ken is listening to the sharp cracks of the cane counting them off as he always receives exactly the same as Melissa. Normally the count has stopped at twenty but not this time as it carries on beyond thirty and Ken can hear the sobs coming from Melissa.

‘Are you going to be as tough and defiant boy’ Miss Ferguson says just before she swings the cane down into Ken’s bottom for the first time.

‘Yes I’m going to defy you Miss Ferguson’ Ken answers.

‘Well I’ll look forward to seeing you again tomorrow morning’ Miss Ferguson responds before starting the caning in earnest and for the first time she draws some yelps from Ken.

‘You will both be back here tomorrow morning if you sleep with each other again tonight now get on with your work’ Miss Ferguson says.

This will hurt you more than me

‘I am sure that you have both heard the expression “this will hurt me more than you” before being punished well I don’t subscribe to that view as my punishments are guaranteed to hurt you far more than they will ever hurt me particularly when I move on to using the paddle rather than my hand as I have already done so’ Aunt Zoe says to Ken and Sophie after she’d caught the two of them drinking her best bottle of gin during a party.

‘Get onto that bed on your hands and knees with your legs well spread as I know that you have a history of enjoying punishments in the past so I want to check that there are no signs of arousal from either of you. Let me assure you that if there is then I will make you both suffer with the pepper sauce and my cane’ Aunt Zoe says as both of them are taking up their positions on the bed.

‘Get those heads down onto the duvet and I would advise you to bite down onto it because if I hear a sound from either of you the punishment will simply continue on and on’ Aunt Zoe commands and the two of them fearfully follow the instructions never having been punished by Aunt Zoe in the few months that they’ve been living with her while trying to gather together a deposit for a place of their own.

Handed over

‘Your behaviour is getting seriously out of hand Ken and if you do not learn to tow the line then I will reluctantly have to hand you over to Sarah and Louise’ Ken’s mum says to him after he’d been brought home in a very drunk condition by one of his friends again.

‘Yes mum’ Ken says dutifully but knowing that his mum’s bark was much worse than her bite so he had no fear about being passed over to Sarah and Louise who were both police officers and close friends of my mum. Ken was well aware that Sarah and Louise had regularly reported his misdeeds to his mum but he had always promised be mend his ways and this had been enough to get round his mum.

‘Don’t forget the warning I gave you last night Ken as this time I really mean it’ his mum says to Ken the following morning but he thinks it is another empty threat so as it was Friday that night he was going to go out and have fun again. After work he went out as normal and after a few pints the group moved on to another pub and then on to the club. Ken chatted up a girl and they ended up going outside for a smoke and when they were outside they started to have sex.

There was a spring in his step when Ken was walking home and even the extra car that was in the driveway didn’t raise any alarm bells with him. As was normal Ken went into the lounge when he came in and it was this was when he realised that he was in trouble as Sarah and Louise were standing on either side of the door and his mother was sitting on the sofa with an angry look on her face. Spread out on the coffee table were still photographs that had obviously been taken from a CCTV camera in the alleyway beside the club as they clearly showed Ken and the girl having sex. Ken made a dart for the door but his progress was quickly blocked by Sarah and before he could react Louise had taken hold of his arms and was fitting the handcuffs around his wrists. Louise led Ken away from the door and with one hand in his hair and the other on his cuffs she forced him to look at his mother and Sarah who had moved to stand beside her.

‘I warned you last night Ken that your behaviour was getting out of hand and what would happen if it didn’t improve repeating the warning but it seems that it has had absolutely no effect on you. These pictures are utterly disgusting Ken and I’m going to hand you over to Sarah and Louise who have promised me that they will deal with this matter and your general behaviour without it having to go to the courts’ my mum says and on a signal from her Louise turns me round and marches me out of the house and into the second car that was parked in the driveway.

‘Well at long last boy you are ours now and we are going to have a lot of fun with you. We have found the little tart that you were having fun with outside the club and we thought that we should reunite you since you abandoned her rather quickly’ Sarah says before giving Ken a sharp slap across the cheek. Louise starts driving the car out into the country eventually pulling up at a very remote house where a light is blazing in one of the rooms. Sarah gets Ken out of the car while Louise goes up to the house and opens the door and there is no resistance from Ken as he is led into the house and through to the room where the light is on and he is immediately greeted by the sight of the girl from earlier in the evening tied over the stool with her bare, and already rather red, bottom on display. There is a second stool next to the girl and on a table in the corner of the room Ken can see a range of straps, paddles and canes.

Louise takes over the control of Ken just as she had when he’d arrived home and she forces him to watch Sarah walk over to the table and select a heavy leather strap which she takes over to the girl and delivers ten very hard swats to her bottom each of which draws a sharp cry from the girl.

‘It’s time that you felt the same Ken’ Sarah says having turned round to look at Ken. Louise marches him forward and strips him from the waist down before bending him over the stool. Louise releases the handcuffs but immediately brings Ken’s hands forward and ties them to the arms of the stool before she steps back behind Ken for a view of what Sarah is about to do to him. Keeping the same strap in her hands Sarah walks behind Ken and measures up her target letting the strap run slowly across both cheeks before in one motion she took it up behind her shoulder and drove it down into the centre of the target.

‘Crack’ was the sound it made on impact.

‘Ow’ was Ken’s immediate response.

‘There is a lot more to come Ken, and you won’t get any sympathy from either of us because of the torment you’ve put your mum through’ Sarah says before delivering the second stroke. Sarah delivered a total of thirty strokes with the strap and Ken felt like his bottom was three times its normal size by the time she placed the strap back on the table but this only led to Louise picking up a wooden paddle from the same table and resting it on Ken’s bottom.

‘I’m not going to be denied my share of the fun’ Louise says.

‘Splat’ is the sound of the paddle as it lands.

‘Aah’ is Ken’s much sharper response this time.

‘That’s more like the sound we want to hear’ Sarah remarks just before the second splat lands and Louise gives a total of thirty smacks as well.

‘Well you two, we will return on the hour every hour to give you thirty strokes. Girl you will be released at 12pm tomorrow but boy you will not be released until early on Monday morning’ Louise says as the two of them leave the room.

Let me count the stripes

‘I hear that you have been a very naughty boy at school today Ken’ Sally says. Sally is Ken’s older sister and the two of them have never gotten on that well as they kept trying to get each other into trouble with their parents.

‘Who told you that’ Ken says very defensively immediately confirming that it was true.

‘I have my sources at school still Ken’ Sally answers and Ken can imagine who it was as she had been friendly with Jo who is now the Headgirl of the school.

‘I bet it was that little cow Jo that told you wasn’t it’ Ken says angrily.

‘You will not talk about one of my friends like that Ken and for that outburst you will drop your shorts and let me count the stripes that the Headmistress left on your bottom this afternoon’ Sally says very sharply.

‘You can go and get knotted’ Ken answers and it was far more polite than what he had actually thought.

‘It’s not wise to speak to me like that Ken’ Sally says.

‘Or what Sally’ Ken retorts.

‘Or I will tell mum that you were caned at school today and as you well know she will cane you even harder tonight and she’ll do it where I can see to warn me what will happen if I step out of line but in reality I’d want to watch anyway. So you see I win either way I just thought that it might be nice if I offered you the option of avoiding another caning’ Sally says and Ken knows that she would have absolutely no hesitation in carrying out the threat so he was faced with the choice of humiliation now or pain and humiliation later in the evening.

‘You win Sally’ Ken says realising that there was no choice to be made as he’d been caned a couple of times by his mum and Sally was right that it was worse than anything that he would ever get at school.

‘Very sensible Ken’ Sally says with a mocking tone in her voice as she knows that she has Ken exactly where she wants him.

‘Drop the shorts and put your hands on the wall’ Sally says and Ken sees no point in arguing with her so he does as he is told.

‘Oh you have caught a very good one there Ken’ Sally says as she is tapping each of the welts with her finger before running her fingernail along the length of the welt. Each action brought a shiver and a moan from Ken.

‘Don’t think you are getting any sympathy though Ken because you obviously deserved the beating as the Headmistress doesn’t make a habit of caning someone without good reason’ Sally says cruelly as she continues to toy with the welts on my bottom.  Ken was getting restless as Sally was continuing to play with his bottom and before they knew what was happening their mother walked into the lounge.

‘What is going on here’ Mum asks and both Ken and Sally turn round to face her with horrified looks on their faces. Neither Sally nor Ken says anything as they have been well and truly caught.

‘It seems like I have to draw my own conclusions then and what I see suggests that you were caned at school today Ken and you know what the consequences of this are so you needn’t bother pulling your shorts up just yet as I’ll deal with you in a moment or two. As for you Sally it appears that you were taking advantage of Ken and that has earned you your own caning so you will remove your skirt and take up position next to Ken’ Mum says and while Ken knows that this is going to be very painful there is a feeling of satisfaction that Sally is going to be caned as well.

Mum’s canes reside in the hall cupboard so it was only a moment or two before she was back brandishing what looked like the worst of her collection as it was the longest and the thickest.

‘How many did you receive at school Ken?’ Mum asks.

‘It was fifteen strokes mum’ Ken answers truthfully.

‘In that case you will receive a further fifteen from me. Bend over and touch your toes’ Mum says and she proceeds to deliver the fifteen strokes of the cane each of which was much harder than what the Headmistress had given him so when he got the chance to look in the mirror later on he could tell the difference straight away. The Headmistress’ marks were a fairly light pink colour but the ones his mum had left were a dark red colour.

‘Now it is your turn Sally. I could give you more for your cruelty but I think fifteen will be more than sufficient to teach you a lesson’.

Not today please

I have been employed as the ‘Punishment Officer’ for a large school in the centre of Edinburgh which had built up a strong academic and sporting reputation in a very short time and which it was determined to uphold. The school was independent of state control but not that expensive as it was heavily supported by a very large trust fund set up by the original founder about 20 years ago.

Corporal punishment has become an accepted and routine part of the disciplinary portfolio of the school but the Board of Governors had decided to change the manner in which it operates. They had decided that a dedicated individual should be employed to administer all of the punishments within the school both as a means of giving some consistency to the severity and also to stop any direct resentment of the classroom teacher.

After a number of interviews, including a practical demonstration on a volunteer from the teaching staff, I was given the position and was allowed a fairly free hand in establishing the new corporal punishment service. I requested and was given a large office in the old part of the school which had a large, wide but infrequently used corridor outside it. I had the room cleared completely and put in a heavy old desk that had come from the storeroom and on that was my computer and phone but little else. A standard pupils chair was in the corner and I had a heavy chair behind my desk that could be used if I wanted to take a pupil over my knee. I had a gym horse brought up from the gym and this would be my punishment bench for all pupils. Solid blocks of wood at various heights were provided so that all pupils could bend over the horse effectively with their legs well spread and bottoms tightly stretched. If the pupil had a history of struggling or appeared as if they were going to struggle from the first few strokes Velcro restraining straps are available to secure the arms and legs to the horse to allow the punishment to be completed in safety.

The only other furniture in the room was the large glass fronted cabinet that held all of the available implements of correction ranging from a heavy leather-soled slipper through to the birch. The majority of punishments were administered with a tawse or a cane of which there were many examples in the cabinet. Individual teachers could determine the punishment if they wished or they could detail the offence and let me decide on the appropriate sanction. I always had the right to modify a punishment based on past precedent for the offence or the offender to ensure that there was a degree of consistency in the system. I was also wholly responsible for deciding on the punishment arising out of offences committed within the punishment room.

Most of our pupils were surprised and shocked when they first walked into the punishment room. Surprised by the fact that I was a petite young woman in my mid-20’s and in most people’s eyes quite attractive. Shocked by the range of implements on display and the knowledge of what was going to happen to them. This was particularly evident if they had been waiting in the corridor as the previous miscreant was being punished because although we are in an old part of the school the sounds of punishment still travel very effectively into the corridor.

One of the final year girls, Anna Marshall, was a very frequent visitor to the punishment room, normally as a result of not doing her homework, and I had a very strong suspicion that she was a natural masochist with a love of receiving corporal punishment. I also suspected that because of this she had a bit of a crush on me for what I did to her. One Thursday afternoon she was sent to me by her English teacher. My first thought when I saw Anna was ‘not again’ and my first question was

‘What have you been up to this time?’ She handed me the note from her teacher which simply said that she had slapped another pupil across the face outside the classroom. This sort of offence would normally attract a severe sentence and it was completely out of character for Anna so I asked.

‘Would you like to explain yourself to me?’

‘Mike had tried to get off with me at a party last weekend and I had refused to have anything to do with him so he has been spreading vicious rumours about my sexuality. He called me a ‘dirty lesbian slag’ when we were waiting to enter the class and I wasn’t going to accept that so I slapped him across the face. Before you ask I would do the same thing again in the same circumstances even if there may be a certain amount of truth in the allegation.’

‘Thank you for being honest with me. I will question Mike about the rumours because it is a form of bullying that neither I nor the school will not tolerate. Taking matters into your own hands and responding with violence however is not the answer and for that reason I have no option but to punish you and punish you severely. You will receive 18 strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. Do you have anything to say?’

‘Please Miss Innes can you defer my punishment as I have an important performance for my drama company tonight in which I will be wearing a very short skirt and there will be a lot of movement. I am fully aware of how effective your canings are so I am highly concerned that the marks will be visible to all of the audience and I don’t think I could stand the humiliation of that.’

I knew that Anna was a leading light in the local amateur dramatics society and while humiliation was an important part of the punishment I believed that it should not extend beyond the 4 walls of the punishment chamber so I was minded to accept the request but I felt that there would have to be additional punishment for doing so.

`I can accept that request but delaying the punishment will incur additional strokes at the rate of 6 additional strokes for each day and you can have a maximum delay of 7 days. This means that excluding the weekends your punishment must be taken by a week on Monday. If you have not come to me before that I will have to send for you and that will bring about a doubling of the sentence, taking it to 120 strokes. I am available during the lunch hour or immediately after the last class of the day should you wish the punishment to be a private affair without the knowledge of your class teachers. Given these conditions do you still wish to delay the punishment?’

‘Yes Miss Innes I would still like to delay the punishment and thank you very much for allowing me to do so.’

After Anna had left the room I sent for Mike and this would be the first time that I had met him and immediately I could tell that he was an arrogant and cocksure young lad so I was determined to bring him down a peg or two. He admitted that he had been spreading rumours about Anna ‘because I felt like it’ so I sentenced him to twelve strokes of the tawse and informed him of the procedure.

‘You will remove your trousers and underwear then bend over the horse with your legs spread to the inside of the legs of the horse and your hands gripping the bars at the foot of the opposite legs of the horse. You may choose to have your arms and legs secured or not but the rules of the punishment are such that if you move from this position then an additional 2 strokes will be added for each occasion. Do you wish to be secured?’

With a look of pure disgust he said ‘No, it will not be necessary to secure me’ and as he was removing his trousers and boxer shorts I noticed that he had a very prominent erection which he vainly tried to hide from me. I said nothing knowing that it would not last long once the tawsing began. Still with complete arrogance he bent over and assumed the correct position. I had selected my extra-heavy three-tailed tawse and rested it on his bottom for a second or two before removing it and swinging it down with almost my full weight into the waiting target. There was a loud gasp of shock as the raw pain coursed through his body and then before it was fully absorbed the second stroke had landed. This brought a loud cry and his hands flew round to his buttocks.

‘That will be two extra strokes. Would you like your hands secured?’

‘Yes please Miss’ was the very quiet response so I got the Velcro straps and fastened them around his wrists and the legs of the horse.

As I had suspected his erection had completely vanished and after another couple of strokes his entire bum was very red, tears were streaming down his face and he was begging for mercy with each new stroke. None was forthcoming and when it came to the additional two strokes I indicated this to him.

‘Had you not been so arrogant and accepted the restraints to begin with your punishment would now be over.’

‘I didn’t know it was going to hurt this much’ was his response.

For the last two strokes I deliberately aimed low down where the skin is particularly sensitive and these were also the hardest strokes of the lot so it was no surprise to hear his screams echoing round the room. When I released his wrists they immediately went to his bottom and I curtly ordered him to get dressed.

‘I would advise you to think long and hard about your behaviour because if you have the misfortune to visit this room again for any similar offence then the punishment will be much worse. Do I make myself clear?’

‘Yes Miss’ was the cowed response.

I had a season ticket for the theatre where Anna was performing in the evening and had intended to go to the performance anyway but the prospect of seeing Anna on stage was one that I was not going to pass up. She was wonderful in the lead role and I could see why she hadn’t wanted caned as there were times when a significant portion of her bottom was on display and the marks would have been very obvious to all. As I thought about everything that Anna had said and having seen her performance I was almost hoping that I would have to summon her for her punishment as the 120 strokes would give me the opportunity to do almost anything I wanted with her.

It had reached the last possible day for Anna not to have to be summoned so I thought that my hope was going to be answered but at lunchtime that day there was a knock on the door and I opened it to find Anna standing there looking remarkably radiant, almost as if she had been to the bathroom and applied a little discrete but extra make-up for my benefit.

‘Before we begin Anna I would just like to say how much I enjoyed your performance in the play last week.’

A look of shock came over Anna’s face and she said, ‘why didn’t you tell me that you were going to be there?’

‘Because I only decided at the last minute even though I have a season ticket for the King’s theatre.’

‘In view of the fact that you have a total of 60 strokes to receive I am going to administer this punishment in three stages: the first ten minutes will be a warm up spanking with my hand and then you will receive 40 strokes of the tawse before I deliver the final 20 strokes with the cane. You have been here often enough to know the procedure so please prepare yourself for your punishment.’

Without any embarrassment Anna removed her skirt and definitely non-regulation black thong knickers before standing in front of me showing me every detail of what looked a very freshly shaven pussy. I pulled out my chair and sat down before beckoning Anna to my right side and pulled her gently down over my lap. Her buttocks were beautifully pale but firm and downy like a freshly picked and unripe peach. I started to spank the waiting orbs quite hard and soon had Anna squirming on my beskirted lap as much to stimulate her pussy as opposed to any reaction to the pain I thought. By the time the 10 minutes were up Anna had a nice red blush to all parts of her bottom and when I instructed her to stand up I noticed that my skirt had ridden up and there was a damp streak on the sheer fabric of my stockings.

‘Take up position over the horse Anna, I instructed firmly. You will be fully secured to the horse in view of the level of your punishment.’

‘Yes Miss, thank you Miss’ Anna responds.

By fitting the restraining straps to both wrists and ankles it ensured that throughout the punishment Anna would be fully spread and I could always see her intimate secrets. I selected a medium weight two-tailed tawse and set to work on the canvas before me. For the first twenty I worked quickly not allowing Anna any time to react to one stroke before the next one was upon her and although this meant that each individual stroke was slightly easier than normal the cumulative effect was much more severe and after the twentieth I paused and a loud yelp escaped from Anna’s throat. The second half of the tawsing was much more deliberate with each individual stroke being very hard and accompanied by gasps from my beautiful victim. Anna’s bottom was rapidly turning crimson and purple in the places where the edges or ends of the tails repeatedly visited. She was taking it very well and during the tawsing I mentioned that Mike had visited this room and had taken 14 strokes very badly. Anna was beyond any rational conversation at this time so simply nodded her head.

‘You will now receive a 5 minute break to allow you to prepare for the final, and most severe, part of the punishment.’ Anna tried to calm her breathing down but wasn’t very successful and each breath seemed to spread her buttocks even wider and even seemed to pull her pussy lips apart. I was sitting directly behind Anna and watched her very closely, as I’m sure she was aware, and knew that this image would fuel my fantasies for many nights to come. Anna’s pussy was still glistening with her juices despite the tawsing so my suspicions about her being a masochist seemed to be confirmed. I selected what was probably my stiffest cane and cut it hard through the air, watching the shiver that ran through Anna’s body as she heard the sound. I didn’t let her see the cane but did rest it on her bottom before drawing it right back until my elbow was at right angles and then down in one fluid movement. This generated a lot of speed and a heavy crack on landing. The reaction wasn’t immediate but came about half-a-second later as the pain coursed through Anna’s body and was expressed as a shrill yelp.

Despite the generally scarlet hue of the canvas before me the long dark stripe left by the cane was highly obvious and continued to darken in the twenty seconds that I waited before delivering the second equally devastating stroke an inch below the first one. Her cry was immediate this time and seemed even sharper. I continued this pattern for the remainder of the strokes and although by the middle of it Anna was shrieking with the pain never once did she beg for it to stop or make silly promises to try to ameliorate her suffering. The last two strokes were delivered to the very sensitive skin in the crease between buttock and thigh and left the skin almost paper thin but there was no blood visible, although I knew that one more stroke to this point would have split the skin along the length of the stroke. Anna had obviously been counting the strokes off mentally, which was quite an impressive feat, and immediately after the twentieth had landed she said as clearly as could be expected ‘Thank You Miss Innes.’

I didn’t release her immediately instead I took a tube of cooling balm from my desk drawer and started to apply it to the bruised buttocks before me. The texture of the skin was now more like a sheet of weathered corrugated iron with stiffness and ridges all across it where the cane had bitten and left its imprint. My touch was feather light but Anna couldn’t stop herself moaning until the cream started to penetrate and then the moans became more of sighs, particularly as my hand glided across the deep parting in-between her cheeks and tantalisingly close to her pussy. Although there were few signs of any arousal now I guessed that it wouldn’t take a lot to reignite the fire within Anna and I planted three kisses on her body. Firstly a brief peck to the centre of each of her buttock cheeks and then a long lingering kiss to her pussy. My mouth was almost immediately flooded with her juices and I tongued her to a very potent climax.

I released Anna from the block after her climax and she turned to look at me with a completely lost look in her eyes. ‘You don’t know how long I have fantasised about what you have just done to me. When I said the other day that there may be some truth in Mike’s rumour about me being a lesbian it wasn’t that I had ever experienced lesbian sex it was that it was all that I ever fantasise about. I want to be your lover and slave.’