The Tables Turned

Story from Justice Vol.2 No.39

The Tables Turned

Charity could never understand how the younger girls surrendered themselves to her whenever she caught them out and insisted that they report to her room after lessons for what they knew would be six of the best across their young posteriors which she, as senior prefect was permitted to mete out.

She accepted that it was all part of the instilled discipline of the school and even when she was a fourth former she had been put to the same tests, but certainly not with much frequency. Even now as she studied the rounded nates of a luckless fifteen year old girl, she saw how the naked orbs seemed to twitch slightly and the two cheeks pulled tightly together as though to diminish their size hoping the cane would not have so much to whip down upon.

Charity raised the cane and then whipped it down, not too hard but with sufficient strength to make the girl hiss tightly; she gave the customary half a dozen and then told the girl to get her knickers up and not to be caught again. The red faced girl was more angry at the buzzing sensation of pain on her bottom than actually hurting, and her pride had taken a bit of a knocking too.

Although Charity had been punished by the head prefect in her own younger days at the school, it was not until she was fifteen years of age and her own body had started to develop very quickly, that she had sensed a strangely sweet response to the sizzling heat on her bottom, and this had surprised her.

With the initial inception of her puberty, there had come a deep awareness of the odd unexplainable thrill that her body responded to when the strokes had been laid across the cheeks of her backside.

She did not try to allude herself when she realised that this sensation was purely sexual and she exploited it to the full. She made herself remain absolutely still whilst the cane was being applied to the bared area of her buttocks and although the experience was painful, she had to be candid about her own reaction of strangely thrilling heat that pulsated through to her very core.

With her introduction to being head prefect, the days of the cane on her own bottom were over and she was now enpowered to deliver the crisp stripes to other girls; but the early experiences and her own response to them had never left her mind.

Sometimes she would visualise herself baring her bottom and that it was she who was touching her toes, but the thrills never returned, and how could she ask her best friend to cane her, it would be too weird and Fiona would never understand the deep pangs that were gnawing her insides.

It was the weekend in which Charity had reported a whole class for being unruly and she reported the fourth form horrors to the headmistress herself. Reaction was swift and certain because the headmistress had "housed the whole lot" and that meant loss of freedom to visit town or to go to the sports fields. Instead they were to stay in their houses at the school and write numerous texts and lines.

Charity was not the most popular girl among the fourth form.

In all civilised society, Sunday afternoons are considered times for rest and relaxation, and this was no exception as far as Charity was concerned. She lay on her bed, and she lay there with her eyes closed.

As she was entering the twilight world of half sleep so she heard her door open and before she could focus her eyes, she felt a cloth placed over her face to cut out her vision and then it seemed many hands grabbed her feet and wrists.

She started to struggle when it was too late, her face went from side to side in an effort to get the masking cloth from her face, but a hand had come down quite forcefully to keep the cloth not only on her face but also to gag her mouth. But her wrists and feet were well and truly held fast by too many fingers and she was powerless to move them because of the fanatical strength with which her cardinal joints were held.

She felt her wrists and ankles being bound with bandages or were they ties, school ties? At last, despite the shock and sudden awakening, Charity became very alive to the fact that she was secured to her own bed and she was secured most tightly so that she was powerless to move her limbs. She was still face up and the sense of helplessness took over her body completely. She responded to a shock wave of shame when she felt her skirt being eased slowly up her legs and this very act caused her to attempt to free herself from the bonding material of her ankles and wrists.

She tried to twist but the bonds held good. Soon the whole of her legs were bared and so were her school knickers. The insistent tugging of her skirt caused it to ride high until the smooth skin of her tummy was exposed and they were letting her know it by stroking hands, lots of hands over the indented area of her navel.

All the time, her gagged mouth made sounds of outraged protests and then she choked in her attempts as her knickers were slowly eased down her parted thighs. The shock was now of horror at what they were doing and soon, she was fighting back tears of dignity being molested as the knickers formed a tight line at her knees and the full exposure of her soft furry triangle of hair was being studied by the invaders of her room.

Now tormenting hands stroked up her thighs and one daring hand actually dipped into the soft intimate crutch to feel her pliable labia mouth. She swallowed the choking surprised reaction that the girls who had entered her room would dare do such a thing but the first hand was followed by others and some very gross liberties were being enacted with her crutch.

When they undid her blouse buttons she tried yet again to struggle and to her embarrassment her blouse was opened right up so that her smooth globular breasts were now shamefully exposed. These did not escape the fondling fingers and neither did her nipples as they joined in the stroking game of the hands that seemed hell-bent on enhancing her deep shame.

She felt the hands once again at her ankles and then with willing hands holding her, she felt her right ankle pulled right up to the top of the bed and this was secured next to her right wrist, but it was not until the left ankle suffered the same fate and was bonded next to the left wrist that Charity realised just how vulnerable her bottom was.

The knickers had been yanked right off and posed as she now was with her wrists and ankles being secure at the top of the bed, she was more exposed than ever and her bottom was very accessible for the intent of the vengeful youngsters in her room. She felt the first stripe swish across her bottom and then the other eleven strokes came in quick but not harsh succession.

She had made her own feelings known by trying to scream into the gag but it was a useless exercise and she had to stay there whilst the twelve strokes had been striped down onto her bottom.

Then she heard the door opening and just before the last girl left, she pulled the cloth from Charity's very red face, but the exciting girl could have been any one of a number because she too was covered from head to foot with a blanket so that her identity was a mystery.

That is how they left her as though they did not care who came along and saw the ripe roundness of Charity's buttocks with the thin lines across them and also the soft lipped sex as it helplessly stayed exhibited with the opening of her thighs and ankles.

Her fury grew by the minute as she struggled to get herself free, and she felt that they had loosened the bonds of her right hand just sufficiently to let her wrestle it free and then loosen the rest of her body.

It was not until she got to her small bathroom that the shock of what had happened to her flooded through her and she broke down and cried like a baby.

She bathed in very cold water and then went back to her bed to try and get the shock from her system; and the one thing that worried her most was the fact that her sex had responded in an excited manner, otherwise she would have needed to go to the matron for a sedative.

But there was no doubt that there had been something rather exciting when the little wretches had actually had the cheek to touch her between the legs, and she was still responding to that gross liberty as she felt the anger gradually leaving her body.

For the next few days she tried to see by any of the girls reaction which of them had carried out the daring assault on her body, but they were like clams and she could not honestly point the finger at any of them.

It was when she was in the showers during the times that was allocated for the senior girls to use the ablutions that her life was about to undergo a complete change, but also one in which she was to realise a full underlying ambition together with an emotional experience that was to set up the pattern of her future life.

Charity was alone and letting the warm water refresh her when she heard the door opening behind her and into the same shower came the tall, very attractive Liona, a girl whose skin was slightly brown, but perfectly shaped and who moved with the grace of a gazelle. It was difficult to place the finger on Liona's country of origin, but the lithesome beauty was now as naked as the senior prefect and Charity could not understand the strange shock that rippled through her.

The girl smiled and showed a perfect set of white teeth and Charity felt herself forcing her eyes away from the full naked perfection that was now in the cascading water area with her. Although Liona was only sixteen and a half years of age, eighteen months junior to Charity herself, there was a wealth of adult knowledge in her mind.

Her reading habits had included the set words of Freud and such masters of the sexual habits of the human body, and it was Liona who saw the pleasure in Charity's blush and the purposeful avoidance of the senior prefect's eyes from what any other person would have been pleased to look at openly and without embarrassment.

Liona automatically knew that the fair haired prefect was half attuned to her nearness and that there was a sexual response somewhere in Charity's make-up.

All the better, because Charity was a tall, shapely young lady with the fullness of a shapely body that most women would have given their right arm for.

Liona took the long handled brush from Charity and before the senior prefect could protest or ask for an explanation, she saw Liona rubbing the scented soap onto the bristles and then smilingly offered to scrub the white girl's back. Charity could only accept this welcome help and stood facing the tiled wall and felt the bristles scrubbing delicious thrill into her back from the shoulders all the way down to the rounded smooth cheeks of her bottom.

"You have a little mark; like a bruise here," Liona said and Charity felt the finger tips stroking over the shining wet skin of her right buttock. "It is as though something like a stick has struck you, but it is only just visible," she said.

Charity shivered with the hot little tingling thrills that swept over her bottom when Liona's finger tips traced the line of the light bruise.

"Is it... is it very noticeable," Charity could not understand the tightness of her own throat and the strangled sound of her own voice.

"No. I think it is because it is wet. It will probably not notice at all when it is dry." Charity let herself sink into the pleasure of having her back scrubbed and then the brush was discarded.

Hands were now soaping her body and when they covered the cheeks of her bottom, she hissed the breath into her lungs.

Liona knew she had been right so she soaped white smooth skin and watched as Charity, lost in the helpless response of her body involuntarily pushed those nates out to receive the carresses of the clever fingers. And the fingers soaped everywhere and very fully.

"Just spread your legs, Charity," Liona spoke in a soft but controlled toned voice. Charity felt that she was lost in a pool of sweet passive erotica and she opened her thighs and then a gasket seemed to blow somewhere deep in her sexual make-up. Soapy hands stroked between her legs and made no pretence at touching the budding sexuality with a carressing fondness.

"Now, isn't that nice, Charity," Liona's soft purring voice asked.

"Oooooh yessss... yes... yes," she moaned and then thrust her bottom right back to show her acquiescent acceptance of Liona's commanding hand.

Liona continued feeling and stroking the young pussy flesh and watched how Charity reacted and the senior prefect was lost now in the whirlpool of the fullness of her rising randiness.

"Who put that nasty mark on your bottom, darling?" Liona asked the question in a demanding tone and Charity felt that she had become a victim of the shapely girl's whiles.

"It... oooh... please... do that some more Liona," Charity moaned as the middle finger flicked the hard clitoris deftly... "please.... oh yes, that really is so beautiful," she choked and then her bottom really did thrust back in acceptance and salutation to the fingers of the mistress.

Liona had both hands thrust between the older girl's crutch now, one feeling and playing with the excited hardened clitoris, and the other stroking round and round the tight seal of the full flesh ring of Charity's cunt.

"I still want to know who put that mark on your bottom," Liona told her.

As she was masturbated, so Charity gasped out the full story but as she made her moaning narration, she felt that the stroking of her pussy was adding a delicious attitude of all that had happened. She did not get to the fullness of her orgasm but she let Liona help soak the suds from her body and she also enjoyed having Liona help her dry her body.

Charity was certain that she had fallen in love! It was something that her inner soul had desperately needed to have another girl, an attractive girl to share her innermost secrets and it had to be a girl whom she could respect... and honour... and it had to be a girl who could turn her on by making her the victim of obedience and submissive behaviour.

She was not certain that Liona was aware of the full power of her own dominance, and Charity knew that once the girl realised the hold that she had managed to put on her then Liona was the type of individual and personality who would use her power to the very full and that Charity would be lost in every sense to the happy cause of enjoying a thrilling association with the younger girl.

With the inception of this strange affair, Charity found herself thinking all the time of the lovely Liona, and her body ached to have the coffee coloured beauty in her own room. Only Sundays could be termed as absolutely safe because there were no snooping teachers prowling round the dormitories and the girls were left to their own devices.

Charity had her own private room and this was as far remote from the regular four bedroomed dorms as it could be.

The girl who occupied the room next door to her was home at the week-ends so she was free to enjoy the privacy completely and as fully as she liked. On the Saturday she had sorted out Liona and asked her over for some tea which was quite in order for her to have in her own room.

Liona had said that she might try to get over and as the afternoon wore on, Charity was praying quietly for the girl to come. At long last, she heard the door opening and in walked the shapely Liona. Charity blushed her pleasure and sat up on the bed on which she had been laying. She wore white short-shorts and the whole length of her legs were bare and she only had a T-shirt on through which the semi hard nipples pressed to show their hardness.

Charity was surprised but happily so when Liona kissed her mouth and as they kissed so she felt hands slipping beneath her T-shirt to encompass the soft globes of her breasts. Thrills filled them and the nipples gorged hard very quickly.

"Nice?" Liona smiled as she broke her mouth from the fair haired girl's lips.

"Mmmmm... oh yes, Liona... very nice. I love the feeling you put through my breasts," she moaned in a state of surrendering herself to the teasing fingers stroking and squeezing her bosom.

"Take it off," Liona loved dominating this beauty and she did not remove her hands as the breasts tautened and then softened again as Charity raised her arms to discard the T-shirt.

"Push them towards me, Charity," the words were slightly more commanding now and Charity pulled her shoulders back and leaned towards the mauling hands of the strange girl.

"Now, stand up and take your shorts off," Liona removed her hands and the breasts showed the excitement flooding through them. Charity still blushed as she stripped off the shorts and then stood naked before the new mistress of her body and soul.

Charity laid on the bed when Liona told her to do so, and with the coloured skin beauty sitting on the bed and leaning over her, Charity let her mouth be tease-kissed again.

"I think you have a very attractive bum, Charity... very smooth and round... I would really love to spank it... but I would first have to hear you ask me very nicely to do so".

Charity was in a sweet world of thrilling sensations. Her eyes looked deep into the olive pupils of her sexual-mentor and she sighed in a contented state of acceptance.

"Yes... yes, of course... please Liona... please spank my bottom... spank it as hard as you like... tell me how you want me to be and I'll do it... then you must really let me know who is the real boss," she choked in her confusion and yet she tried hard to get into the full passive role that she knew this situation demanded. She did not have to read books to know how to make this more and more thrilling; she automatically guessed that she would have to adopt the pleading and begging part and nature did the rest. She felt the very real sensation of thrilling pleasure at being made to crave for a spanking.

"Turn over, my pretty Charity." Liona smiled and watched as the girl did so with indecent haste. She looked down at the soft orbs of Charity's backside and when she placed her hands on the soft smooth buttocks, she heard the happy response moan from Charity's mouth. Liona was very happy to feel the ripe moans and she warned Charity to retain a relaxed attitude.

"Please... please Liona... please spank my bottom... spank it hard," she gasped.

"Stay still naughty Charity... stay very still and accept your punishment which you know you have earned and deserve," she said.

Charity felt the sweet thrills now being rekindled as the hand started to spank down onto her bottom, she pushed her bottom up higher and higher as Liona told her to do so until she was raised high of the bed and the sharp sound of her bottom being spanked filled the room.

Heat poured like lava over her bum skin and she showed by her facial expression that although she was feeling the stinging sensation after each spank, she could not help but beg for the furtherance of the thrilling fire to get hotter and hotter.

"Is that nice, hey, hey spank... spank... spank... spank... tell me that although you have been naughty you really love having your bottom spanked hard."

"Aaaagh... yes... w... ow... sh yes I do Liona, lovely Liona... I love you spanking my naughty bottom, punish me for being so naughty... I know I have been very, very naughty... but I only misbehaved so that you would punish my bottom," she moaned out loud.

"And where is the cane that you use on others," Liona asked as she continued spanking.

"In... the... oh... oh... in the cupboard," Charity felt that the thrills were getting better and better. She had never realised that she would be made to enact such a strange role.

She lay there letting the heat of the searing spanking spread over her bottom... then she heard the cabinet cupboard closing and knew that Liona had discovered the cane and that it would soon be stripping the cheeks of her naked bottom.

"Stand up," and by this time Liona had become the harsh mistress of the rod, her voice was snapping, commanding and demanding.

Charity stood before the serious faced Liona who had stood there with the cane half bent between her two hands.

"Bend right over and touch your toes, young lady," Liona commanded tersely.

Charity did not hesitate but bent her superb torso and showed the other girl how she could offer her bottom in full display for the caning that she knew she would soon be getting.

Liona studied the reddened nates and let her hand feel the warmth of the beaten skin... then she smiled like a vixen and whipped the cane down hard to strip a liverish type of fire across the meatiest part of the tautened arse cheeks.

Two, three, four and five swishing sounds filled the room and each time the thwacking sound announced another fierce stripe across Charity's throbbing buttocks, so the bending girl yelped out and let the furnace of Liona's creating fire build up inside her body.

She took the six very well and then she was laying once more on the bed, her bottom writhing as it came into contact with Liona's hand which squeezed the blistering moons to help the fullness of the chastised skin to a new height.

Charity did not think that she would be able to respond to the fingers that now dipped between her legs but her sexuality spiralled like a rocket as soon as the sensitive spot was touched. It was like a fusing ignition caress that thrilled through to her very core.

"Ooooooh... Lionaaaaa... yes darling... yes, yes... yes... I love it, I love it... do it more and more and I will do anything to please you," she shrieked happily.

"Will you kiss my water-works."

"Yes... if you tell me to, I'll kiss you between your legs... happily... happily," she moaned.

"Then I think you and I are going to enjoy our week-ends together," Liona smiled as she took her own panties off.

Schoolgirl Remedy

Story from Justice 42.

Schoolgirl Remedy

A person did not have to study Trixie all that hard to realise that she was by far the most attractive and prettiest girl in the whole school. There were sufficient candidates for the title of the most attractive school-girl in France, but Trixie would have taken such a title with no problems whatsoever.

Tall, blonde and with the bluest eyes that set in a face that was artistic formed, but added to this her soft curvy torso with curvy limbs and decidedly rounded figure and the picture of Trixie is presented as one of those who are going to have no trouble in getting what she wants from the male population.

She was next in line to be the school captain and head prefect, and was only waiting for her predecessor to leave the school and she would then jump into the exalted position of Head Girl of the whole Boarding School.

At seventeen and a half she was well loved and equally hated because of the sheer personality of her natural attributes that marked her as a desirable young woman.

Her pet hate was the latest teacher who had been imported from England and this young man was a tutor of music. He had only just passed out from his university and when she saw him studying the girls in the gymnasium she saw that there was undoubtedly the leering look of interest in the nubile bodies disporting themselves in the Physical Education studies! She made no pretence that she was displeased with his gazing admiration of the females in a state of skimpy dress and she told him outright that she would have no hesitation in reporting him to the headmistress if he insisted in hanging around the area of the gymnasium whilst she and the older girls were practising gymnastics.

Her outburst had done the trick and he ensured that his presence was certainly nowhere near the gymnasium nor near the playing fields on the sports afternoons. He was a new boy to the profession and the last thing he wanted was to arrest his career before it had even got off the ground. But she had made an arch enemy and she could never envisage that he was to get his retribution in the most exacting of manners with her, and she would be helpless to prevent him taking over her body completely in every manner and any way he chose.

Trixie, like any healthy young lady had her secret desires and because she had always attended exclusive schools, her sexual drives were orientated towards her own sex. She knew no other manner in which to express her emotions as her knowledge of the male body was only gleaned from fantasy and mystery. She knew that she would one day meet a man and deep down, like any other healthy girl, she longed for the day when she would be able to express her sexual drive with a man, but in her present environment her interests centred around her own sex.

It is the same in all school of the type she attended and there had been examples to prove it. A girl caught in any lesbian attitude with another girl was dismissed without argument. There was no defence, no pleas no ifs and no buts; the remedy was swift and any girl caught in such a situation was expelled on the spot. There had been cases in the past but the occurrences had been hushed up and hopefully forgotten. But even the dismissal had had its pre-consequences because the headmistress would assemble the whole school and explain that the certain girl had been caught with another girl; both girls would be on the stage at the front of the Assembly hall, and in front of the whole school the two would be physically punished. This was an awesome and frightening scene to witness because two bare bottoms would be thrust towards the girls in the auditorium and the kneeling position would afford a full view not only of two bottoms but also the soft secret places between the thighs.

The French system of using a martinet was well employed and soon the whole place would be echoing to screeching girls as their bottoms changed from soft smooth white-cream to a whip-wealed pair of ballons. And in that terrible state, the girls would be despatched to their parents. But no word was ever spoken regarding the flogging and dismissal after that. It was true that a terrible silence would settle on the school for several days after such an exhibition of flogging bottoms, but it took only a little longer for the school to settle down to a routine curriculum.

The flogging was a distinct enactment to discourage the girls from getting emotionally involved with each other. Masturbation was one thing; lesbianism something of a completely different nature and headmistresses and teachers knew that they could not let the reputation of the school founder on the Islands of Sapphos.

Trixie thought that she and Sandie were well excluded from prying eyes when she and the auburn haired beauty settled in the corner of the disused pavilion. Sandie loved Trixie's body and soul and as her gentle teasing lips and tongue traced the love-caresses round the sharply benippled breasts, Trixie lay back, eyes closed letting the sweetness of Sandie's oral attentions sweep over and through her. Her shapely thighs were spread and although her knickers were still pulled up, Sandie had managed to push her hand into the waistband to titivate the soft lips of Trixie's sex vale... Trixie was stroking her friend's hair and she was grateful for the thrills that poured like hot oils through her veins.

She was urging in whispering sounds of endearment for Sandie to put her lips to the orifice area of the worshipped portal... Trixie thumbed her knickers down and lay back as she raised her knees and spread them wide. With something like wonderment on her face, Sandie studied the orifice and enjoyed the thrills of being able to see the soft furry hair with the excited puffy lips of Trixie's pussy flesh. Reverently almost, she dipped her head and her lips met those of Trixie's labia... delicious thrills filled both girls and when Sandie at last lapped the crevice with the tip of her tongue the clitoris throbbed in happy response.

Trixie knew that she would most certainly orgasm within a few moments and pressed her legs as wide as she could as her moaning instructions urged Sandie to deeper depths... when the room was suddenly flooded in light, it came too suddenly for either girl to comprehend or even stop their dallying with each other... as Trixie pulled her skirt down, Sandie realised that something was amiss, her head was ensnared beneath the tight skirt and she had to struggle to bring her head from beneath the cloth shield.

"And what lessons are we preparing for now?" he asked as he stood looking down at the confused and frightened faces of the two girls.

Trixie's mouth opened and closed several times without a word coming from it. She was suddenly filled with fear, shame and confusion. The only thought that came to her mind was the view of her own bared bottom together with that of Sandie's in front of the whole school and the ignominious dismissal afterwards. Gone would be the chance of head prefect, gone would be all sense of honour and she would be forever clouded in the shame of being expelled from the school. Her father was a dignitary in the Francaise Cabinet, and of all the people that the media would want to snipe at it would be him. They would have a field day if they ever discovered that the shapely daughter had been dismissed from the school for practising the lesbian art.

"Please... please," she managed to gasp out imploringly.

"Yes?" his tone was not one that expressed a readiness to forgive and forget.

It had to be him of all people. It had only been two weeks previous when she had humiliated him in front of the other girls by telling him that he should not be showing such interest in skimpily clad girls... here he was in a completely commanding attitude over her future.

"Please... please let us discuss this thing," she was lost for a common sense thing to say and she was shrinking rapidly inside herself. As she had spoken so she had managed to pull her knickers up beneath her skirt as she modestly tried to cover herself without having to display her lovely legs and she had managed quite well.

"You will both report to the Detention Room this evening," he said abruptly.

They were almost relieved when he turned on his heel and walked out.

"Detention," Sandie said in a surprised tone.

"I dare not believe it. I just do not believe that he will let us off with a few hours detention," Trixie whispered although her heart raced as the seed of an idea began to grow inside her mind.

The hours that remained before reporting to the Detention Room were fraught with despair for both girls and they were desperately worried and afraid. Neither of them dared look at the stage in the large Assembly Hall because they both had a vision of their bodies up there. It was awful to even think about and by the time that Trixie and Sandie reported to the Detention Room they were both ready to swear their souls away to prevent the horror of a public thrashing and shameful dismissal from the school.

He was waiting when they both sheepishly walked in and slowly approached the austere lectern on which he was leaning. He studied the two girls and felt that Trixie looked even more attractive in her distress. She had been nearer the truth than she had imagined when she had accused him of leering at them, and he was young enough to appreciate the rounded quality of the girls' bodies. But there was no doubt about it, Trixie was an aristocratic figure and she had the swelling shape of an aristocratic arse!! He may have been young in his age but he had very set ideas on how to treat erring young females and Simon was very aware of what the girls must be thinking.

In Trixie he had the perfect foil for his plans... she was due to be placed on the pinnacle of the Head Prefect... the Head Girl and the School Captain. It would bring her prestige and privileges and now in one unguarded act with Sandie she had placed herself very firmly under his control...

He had already formulated a plan whereby Trixie would soon be begging to show off her shapely torso in any posture that he might desire to see it, and furthermore, he knew that he was going to hear her begging to be allowed to do whatever he chose and that meant just anything.

His psychological studies had taught him that when a woman is in the trouble as deep as Trixie was right then, she was ready to take on the role of the lowest kind of tart.

Pride and dignity would be severely punctured but to save her face and precious character, Trixie would be prepared to suffer any indignity despite the natural abhorrence she might feel in executing the terrible penance.

"Lock the door, Sandie," he said quietly and authoritively.

Thankfully this room was a prime piece of architecture. It had no windows except for the high vents, and the door was a stout piece of oak. It clicked ominously when Sandie turned the key in the lock and shame-faced returned to the lectern. He kept a very stern face as he looked down on the frightened young girls.

"What am I going to do to you two?" he asked with an exaggerated sigh. "Do I report you to the headmistress and get you expelled or do I take the law into my own hands and make you prime examples of very naughty girls under corrective discipline?"

"We don't want to go to the headmistress," they answered as once.

"Are you under the impression then, that I shall merely punish you with the cane?"

"I... we thought you might punish us yourself," Trixie blushed furiously.

"And you think that punishment is simply having the cane on your bottom," he said.

They blinked up at him and both girls felt the foundation of their intended surrender to a caning by him getting decidedly uncertain.

"What.... what is corrective discipline?" Sandie asked awkwardly.

"Good question, Sandie... it involves absolute obedience. No protest. No argument. It is an enactment of the miscreant to obey submissively to any act that the teacher commands. The one thought in your minds must be that this is happening as punishment and for your own good and also it will be paramount in your minds. I have no doubt that whilst you are responding so obediently you will be aware that you are avoiding the ultimate disgrace of being discharged."

His last words glued themselves to their minds. No public flogging. No expulsion.... they needed no further explanation... both girls knew secretly that they would rather suffer a thousand times over than to have the rest of the school using their names as gossip... and Trixie had a lot more to lose than Sandie.

"I would rather accept your corrective discipline," Trixie said without even having to think about it.

"Me too, please," Sandie blushed deeper as she squirmed on the spot.

"Then I shall administer to you, your punishment one at a time... you may go Trixie and leave Sandie with me... I shall see you tomorrow night. It will give you time to contemplate your immediate future... your naughtiness and the retribution I intend to introduce... now leave me with Sandie," he directed.

Trixie was surprised and mystified. She had no doubt that he intended to enjoy himself with Sandie and he did not want any witnesses. She was fully contrite as she left the room to walk back to her own small room.

Trixie had not realised that Simon was able to impose such stringent conditions on Sandie so that neither of them met the following day and she was itching to find out exactly what had occured. She did see her friend once but the auburn coloured hair seemed to vanished in a sea of heads before Trixie could reach her.

The whole of that day was a time of misery for Trixie and when at last the evening came round she was not sure whether she was glad or sorry. The long hall that led to the Detention room seemed longer and more deserted than ever.

She felt as though she had committed the most hideous crime in the annals of the school as she stood projected in her solitude when she had locked the door and waited, inwardly trembling under scrutiny of his stern eyes. After a short while, sufficiently long enough to enhance her feeling of helplessness, he extricated himself from the tall legged seat and slowly, with deliberation walked to where the helpless girl waited.

"What did you mean when you suggested that I might be taking a perverse interest in the girls when they were at gymnastics?" he reminded her of her threat.

"It was a mistake, Sir," she managed to respond immediately.

"Wasn't it just," he smiled malevolently.

She blushed profusely when she felt his hand holding her blouse where her ripe breast thrust against the material. She nearly made the cardinal error of withdrawing but choked down her natural shame and stood there feeling his fingers stroking the throbbing globe as the nipple thrust against the white cotton. Thankfully, he discovered she wore no brassiere... it surprised him that perfection could be portrayed like this without the bra, but he marvelled at the firm soft quality of her breasts as he squeezed leisurely.

"You do not mind me doing this do you?" he asked craftily.

"No sir... not one little bit," she lied.

"In fact, young Trixie I think you enjoy having your tits played with," he told her.

"I... I do sir," she managed to choke as she felt the firmness in her breasts making the globes seem to expand.

"Then it is my wish that you exhibit them," he smiled.

Her fingers were like unfeeling digits as she fidgeted with her buttons but soon her upper smooth creamy skinned torso with the pinky aureolled breasts were nakedly on view. He gently lifted them in the palms of his hands and felt the full sexy weight of her bosom. They were perfect in every detail. Even Trixie was feeling little thrilling shock waves that had never been known to her before. As his thumbs lightly stroked over the nipple, so Trixie felt the knobs becoming harder and harder... he played with the nipples to help her attitude of mind towards the sexual aspect.

She was looking down at the hardening breasts as confused thrills and shame throbbed through her. It was all so strange and when he told her to pull her shoulders back she did so without even thinking why he wanted her like that. The response on her breasts was truly remarkable. They thrusted out in symmetric orbs, and even Trixie felt the additional thrills start to rise inside her body.

"Oooooh," the sound came from her lips like a soft gasp of discovery.

"You will remove all you clothes except your knickers," he told her.

As she shakily obeyed him, he walked to a nearby seat and watched the disrobing of the statuesque beauty. She stood erect even though she did not feel proud, but in her present state of near nudity, Trixie was one of nature's most delightful nymphs. Her limbs were a sight to behold and the dipped gusset of her knickers clung lovingly to the fleshy sex groove that the knickers covered. He told her to turn round and inwardly shamefilled, Trixie gave him a view of her deliciously rounded orbs with the knickers clinging to the nates lovingly. They accentuated the perfect roundness of her pert buttocks and he could see the lower curves of the swelling moons as they peeped from beneath the legs of her knickers.

"Take them off," he told her.

She certainly hesitated, but it was only for a moment. Simon's eyes feasted on the full rounded vision of her denuding bottom as Trixie reluctantly thumbed her knickers down her legs. When she stood upright again she was better than he imagined her. She had alabastrine quality skin and the flawless body stood like a dejected, shame-filled young lady. Trixie's face flushed scarlet as she felt his eyes studying the superb orbs of her bottom and she knew that he would soon be making her bum very sore.

"Now you will exercise some gymnastic movements for me," he smiled.

She went through the whole of her repertoire and displayed to him every movement that he had observed her doing in the gym... and there were one or two others in addition. Facing him and also facing the opposite direction... legs apart... reaching right down and pressing her palms to the floor so that the fully curvacious buttocks showed off at the very best... reaching up high towards the ceiling too when she was facing him so that her taut breasts were the centre of attraction. But when he sat her on the bench table to make her do backward presses with ankles firmly set apart, she knew that she had revealed to him the very inner depths of her secret sex orifice. It came to the time when he could hold back the moment of punishment no longer and under his eyes she placed two stools in front of the lectern.

When she stood on the stools she was made to bend over the front of the lectern itself with her upper torso stretching down the front of the furniture which ensured her bottom stayed the highest postured part of her body... it was almost up to the height of his shoulders so he was able at long last to place his hands on the gorgeous moons of her bottom as he stood behind her studying openly the view of her soft pinky sex lips and the complete area of her behind.

He moulded the cheeks of her backside in various shapes so that nothing was lost to his gaze... he saw more of Trixie than any other person alive... she could only remain stupefied at the differing digress of her emotions... she did not want to get any pleasure from all this but her breasts could still sense the fondling of his hands... her bottom now was adding fuel to her confusion as his hands eased the cheeks in various shapes... her shapely legs felt weak as her temperature see-sawed in different patterns of pleasure and shame... it was not until he actually ran a finger tip between her legs that she realised that the whole of her crotch was fully exposed to him and the soft lips of her pussy spread apart as he eased his ploughing finger through the furrow formed by her attractive cunt.

A further stab of shame went through her as she felt herself thrust her bottom backwards as though welcoming the soft caress of her sex, and further more she knew that she was truly thrusting back to expose herself as much as she could. Her knuckles showed white. She gripped the lower bar of the lectern and stifled sobs of helpless confusion mumbled from deep down inside her body.

Simon saw how the buttocks thrust back and the soft meat of the flesh lips themselves appeared to project purposefully towards his fondling hands... this was something he had not envisaged and her pronounced posture became more and more thrusting as he played softly with the cleft between the lips. Despite her shame and immodest pose, Trixie could only acknowledge the full thrilling eruption of her erotic senses... pure heat of delightful thrills throbbed like wavelets of deep heat through her... she was aware of the humiliating shape of her body and she accepted that he was trying only to bring her to her most immodest sense of shame, yet there was no denying the thrilling sweetness now flowing through her.

Her legs became stiffer as she pushed herself into an accessable bending roundness... she seemed to want to make her whole bottom and crotch very open and fully prepared for him to play with. He teased the tight skin seal of her orifice and as the dampened heat oiled the passage, so he pushed the tip of his finger into the hole itself... Trixie felt dizzy with hot sexuality... the whole of her randy state was alive now to being caressed and touched by his knowledgeable fingers... as he slipped the finger slowly into the tight tube of her sex sheath so he discovered that by some accident she had lost the prized virginity... there was no arresting his inward thrusting finger and soon he was fully embedded into her. He could never have imagined seeing this superb young woman like this... his own muscle was reacting to the acquiescent attitude of her... he knew he would have to start the "punishment" of her behind. It was a superb piece of sculptor and it begged for a spanking hand and a thrashing cane.

Trixie was deeply disappointed when he removed the caressing finger from her vagina... but when he changed his own position to stand next to her, his resting hand on the right cheeks of her bottom forewarned her that she was about to be spanked.

His hand came down hard and there was to be no preliminary warming up session. The imprint of his hand showed very red and forceful marks on the right cheek of her bum and then to match that imprint her left cheek received the same tenor of strength and resulting stinging pain.

She gritted her teeth hard and was determind not to cry out, but as the hard spanking palm struck each cheek alternatively so she knew that she would not be able to keep her stoic resolve. Gradually the once white, smooth creamy skin changed to a highly charged redness until the whole area of her buttocks was in deep contrast to the rest of her body. At last she broke down and yelped out as the blistering heat became too intense...

"Agggher... oooooow... no... ooouwerch... aaaaagher... noooo... my bottom... no... it hurts... it hurts... no more please... pleeeease... oooooooh noooo... aaagher... yaaaagher... no... o... no... no... please..." her vocal protests were accompanied by jiggling responses of her hips as she jerked them from side to side... the jiggling changed to writhing.

Trixie felt that the stinging, flashing pain on her bottom was something that she could not possibly bear... and then her bottom was jerking in sharp responsive movements... to Simon she presented a marvellous picture as her whole body seemed to respond to the fire building up on her buttocks. He left her for a short while and let her silently sob as the movements of her behind settled down... he was pleased that she had not attempted to stand up... it was as though her body ached to move away from the punishing position but because of her shame at the 'sin' she had committed, she knew that she could not move until he told her she could do so. Her eyes widened noticeable when she felt a cold thin sensation resting on her burning nates... she knew without being told that she was about to be caned!

"Get down from the stools," he told her.

Slowly and very miserably, the attractive young woman stepped down onto the floor.

"Now bend right over and touch your toes," he ordered her crisply.

"Please sir," she choked out in her sobbing imploring voice.

But even as she pleaded, Trixie slowly reached forward for her toes... her body bowed over fully and she blinked her tears of fear and horror so that they spilled freely down her cheeks.

She could never have imagined the fierceness of the cane until it struck the roundest part of her taut skinned bum... it whipped down viciously and the line of angry buzzing pain seemed to burn a brand of its own across her skin. The touch toes posture changed rapidly as she shot upright and clutched her burning cheeks whilst her feet danced up and down making her body dance wildly... he watched the gyrations in fascinated observations... her breasts jiggled as her hips and waist twisted about the room.

He pointed to a raised stool and directed her to get on it with her bottom raised high... reluctantly she placed her smooth tummy on the seat of the stool and slowly bent her body again... she kept her thighs tightly closed together and her head was almost down to the floor... standing next to her Simon took deliberate aim and thrashed the cane down to the target of her crimson-skinned buttocks... she squealed and yelled at the same time... she could not jump about now and her bottom did another writhing dance of agonised pain.

Six very hard strokes he gave her all across the meatiest part of her backside... "Please... pleeease... sir... I'll do anything... anything... please... no more... I beg you... pleeeeease... make me do anything else and I'll do it willingly... anything at all," she begged and pleaded.

After she had dried her tears and her painful bottom had settled down, she was kneeling before him... her soft warm mouth courting his aching erect muscle... she would rather have done this all night than take any more strokes from the cane... she did not mind standing there with her hands towards the ceiling as he had stroked her soft pussy flesh and she did not mind this attitude of sexual servitude... before he came he sat her on his lap and she bounced up and down with his hardness inside her...

It all came out and he was dismissed on the spot. He had to leave the school but he never once disclosed the reason why he had beaten the girl... that was something he spared her.

He could never have taken up teaching again and he took a small apartment in Paris and gave private lessons in English. It was some nine or ten months later that he answered the door and saw Trixie standing there.

"I have wanted to see you ever since you left the school," she blushed.

"I have to thank you for not telling on me when you were caught out," she blushed deeper.

"What can I do for you," he asked softly.

"I wondered whether you would not like to give me private lessons in English," she told him as she took off her coat, "and of course I think that you ought to be allowed to discipline me if ever I am not trying hard enough."

He was surprised at her attitude. So out of all the trauma there had been something that she found appealing.

"You know my methods of discipline."

"I can hardly remember... I do think you ought to refresh my memory" she smiled blushingly as she started to remove her clothes.

School Report

Story from Justice Vol.2 No.39

School Report

Jenny settled herself comfortably in the corner of the first class compartment and pressed her bottom deeply into the cushioned seat. Only she and one other person knew why she was on this train. She was going back to school!!!

At the age of twenty years, Jenny was returning to her headmaster whom she knew would please her. It had been four years previous that he had guessed the Freudian problem from which she suffered and he had helped her over the difficult phase by having her in his study whenever she was naughty and he had used his cane on her bottom to bring about a high state of very real pleasure in her body.

It was the time now when the school was breaking up for the Summer Holidays and she knew that the old building would be empty. The remoteness of the school and the fact that she and he would be the only two there helped her ease of mind. As the train gathered momentum, she felt a deep sense of peace pervade her whole body and her mind settled into a happy state of contentment at the idea of how she would be made to behave whilst she stayed this one week with the knowledgeable headmaster. As her mind conjoured up mental visions of him she wriggled her shapely young bottom deeper into the seat..... it would be marvellous again once he started to dominate and order her about.

Thank heaven he was not the old and staid type of man, she thought wistfully as the unseeing countryside sped past the windows. He would know exactly how to behave and he would know exactly too how to make her behave. For three hours the train sped through the various counties and she grew nearer and nearer to the station which she would alight. No other passenger interrupted her journey and at long last she was standing up to collect the case from the rack. As she alighted she saw the tall figure of the headmaster waiting for her.

"Hello there Jenny," he greeted her.

She did not answer but demurely followed him to the waiting car. She opened the door for him first and then went round to her own side to sit beside him. They drove for some while until they could see the dark brick building of her old school. Not a word had been spoken and as he pulled into the driveway she found that same strange excitement building up inside her body. Once he had parked the car he told her that he would see her in half an hour and reminded her that she knew the way to her old room.

Once inside the room where she had spent the latter years of her school life, Jenny really began to take on the old frame of mind.... she shook her shapely young body from her travelling clothes and then studied the clothes spread out on the bed.... it was a very small girls school uniform. She managed to squeeze her rounded bottom into the tight fitting knickers of navy blue and then she pulled on the white socks. As she dressed into the blouse she felt the tightness pulling her thirty eights into a tight cleavage..... her face happily blushed when she eased her feet into high heeled patent shoes and soon she was brushing out her shoulder length hair.... the true blonde strands reached down in a perfectly cut line of hair and it was when she had scrutinised her reflection that she started to apply her cosmetics..... just twenty minutes and her face was made up like a china doll..... Jenny thrilled at her own narcistic senses and was ready to start her vacation of masochistic thrills with the headmaster.

She stepped down the wide wooden staircase, her eyes studying the swelling thighs that thrust before her beneath the short mini skirt.... the pleats of the navy blue skirt spread as she stepped down the stairs.... she realised happily that the skirt came to a point just beneath her tight fitting knickers and this pleased her. Jenny was a very shapely young woman and the long tapering legs would have pleased the most discerning of men.... but there were few men who could please her..... right now all she wanted to feel was the shame and the pain that the headmaster could bring her..... in that pain and shame Jenny would revel contentedly.

"Come in... come in," he called out as she knocked softly on the door.

She stepped into his study and stood just inside the door..... his eyes did not even look up as he continued to mark off some papers before him.... Old Man Stanton, as the pupils called him knew the name of this game and he knew all the rules.... he knew that he had a very shapely and lovely young lady before him and he knew what pleased her...... her masochistic craving suited his own mind right down to the ground....... to be able to command and order this girl to behave in any way he chose with the promise of the cane across her bare hindquarters was something any real man would give his eye-teeth for...... he looked up at the apparition before him and he did not bat an eyelid.

"Been naughty again, Jenny?" he spoke softly, firmly and yet with the right amount of angry authority.

"Yes, sir..... sorry sir," she managed to persuade her own voice into a shameful tone.

"I don't think you are sorry.... I don't think you could be sorry if you tried....... been using bad language have you?" he asked severely.

"Yes sir...... I really am very sorry" she brought the affected sobbing choke.....

"You must not use offensive language, Jenny" he reprimanded her.

"No sir," she fidgeted on the spot as she shuffled her feet.

"What was it you said?" he raised his eyebrows.

"I said...... 'bloody' sir," she told him as she blushed.

"Did you," he half thundered. "I hear differently..... you were positively obscene."

Jenny was now happily settling down to this new inovation.... this was a good game!!

"Yes sir...... I did say I was sorry," she reminded him.

"For what..... what did you say that makes you feel so sorry?" he demanded.

This is marvellous, she thought.... he was going to exact the most demeaning phrases from her..... what should she say? the excitement thrilled through her veins....

"I did say some words worse than bloody," she told him.

"Tell me, pray," his face was serious and firmly set.

"Do.... do I have to?.... Please sir, I do feel so ashamed," she looked down at the floor.

"So you should..... Now Jenny look up...... what words did you use that shocked your teacher so?" he asked her in that serious tone.

"I did not intend teacher to hear..... but...... but I called her an old...... an old cunt," she spoke the word at last and the shock of silence fell on the study.... she knew from past experience that she had not gone too far..... but he pretended that she had and sat there glaring at her furiously.

"An old what?" he exploded.

"An old cunt, sir," she said with less conviction.

"Do you know what a cunt is?" he roared.

"Yes, sir," she shuffled her feet even more but she was already enjoying the sense of shame that he was arousing inside her.

"What is it?" he was still glaring angrily and his fingers played with the thin bamboo cane on the desk top.

"It's.... it's the part of a woman that she pees through," Jenny told him.

"Jenny, come here," he angrily commanded her.

He watched her very lovely legs as she walked to the desk. She was even more desirable than when he first reasoned out the deep masochistic emotions that she suffered.

"Take your knickers down," he snapped as he picked up the thin stick.

"All the way down sir?" she asked like a shy young school girl.

"Down.... and off," he told her in the same furious tone as he had used since the interrogation started.

He watched her as she thumbed the almost too tight knickers down her lovely legs.

"Please don't cane me sir..... not on my bare bottom," she implored him quietly.

"Jenny. What other bad words have you used..... be honest with me," he questioned.

"Please sir.... I would rather not say," she managed a blush.

"Why did you feel that you can use this obscene muck when you are with your friends and not honestly come out into the open now?" he wanted to know.

Jenny looked at the desk top.... she saw the cane and a shiver of sheer pleasure tingled through her..... she wanted to feel that cane... she wanted to suffer the abject defencelessness that it could bring... by these methods she was baring her very soul and she was not having to suffer the hells of the damned....

"I...... I do use other naughty words," she murmured softly.

"So......why keep it to yourself and also your guttersnipe friends?" he demanded.

"I..... I feel so ashamed when you insist that I tell you what I say," she said.

"Then let us excise some of your shame young lady....... lift your skirt."

As though unhappily, Jenny lifted the short skirt until the moss of her pubic bush was fully exposed to him........ she stood quite still as though if she moved it would break a magic spell that they had weaved between them....

"Now my fine and disgusting young lady.... I want to know the other words that you freely use when you are with your friends," he snapped.

"Well," she swallowed hard, "I have already admitted to saying cunt," she tried to appease him..... but his silence was enough to let her know that she had not in any way nearly satisfied his demanding nature...... "and I do say bum," she tried.

"Bum!!!!" the word exploded from his mouth. "Bum is hardly the word you use is it....... Jenny be honest....... completely honest for a change."

"I..... well...... I do say arse," she reddened furiously.......

"So....... that is two disgusting words...... any more..... we might as well have the whole vocabulary whilst we are about it," he snapped angrily.

"Oh please sir....... I feel so ashamed," she choked.

"And so you should....... but you will feel a lot more shame before the night is out," he assured her in his best professional manner.

He was now holding the cane between both hands and he was bending it almost in two..... the stick bent easily and now Jenny could not take her eyes from the whippy stick..... she wanted that stick across her bottom and she was now in the proper mental state to go for broke!!!

"I say fuck too," she told him....... he remained silent and sat there expectantly........

"And sometimes I say prick.......... I know what a prick is," she blushed.....

"Do you sometimes feel that a cane should be brought down on your arse, Jenny?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, sir. I know now that I am very naughty......... I know that I ought to bare my arse and have it caned hard......." she was feeling the sensation of her passion pleasure as the heat poured like sexual liquid through her body.

"But how about those......" he pointed with the cane towards her breasts where the twin globes pushed attractively against the tight material of her blouse.

"You mean my titties, sir?" she looked down to study the pointed thrust where her hard nipples were already throbbing against her inner blouse cloth.

"I don't think they ought to be caned," she sais quietly.

"I am not suggesting that they should.... I wanted to know how you referred to them."

"Oh," her face reddened deeper.... "Yes, sir..... they are my titties," she told him.

"Then it is high time we saw them..... take your blouse off," he commanded crisply. Slowly, but inwardly very happily, Jenny removed her blouse and exposed the throbbing breasts....... he then told her to take her skirt off so that she was now fully naked. He saw how she had developed since the last time they had met..... she had become a very perfect specimen of a young and certainly attractive young woman...... and she had a deep hunger inside her body....... he was able to assuage that hunger, yet at the same time was able to ease the deep sense of domination inside his own body.... here was a perfectly shaped and very young woman whose only demand on life was to be completely beaten... she lived only to live out her sexual fantasies and he was the only man who could fulfill her wild dreams. He picked up the cane and walked round his desk...... as she stood helpless, he stroked the whippy stick over the pronounced roundness of her bottom...... Jenny stood still and let the happy state ripple easily through her body........ sensuous responses were building up inside her as she felt the cane stroking from the top to the base of her curvy nates.....

"Pleeeeeeese," she moaned.

"Bend over, Jenny," he ordered unfeelingly.

Jenny reached down over the top of the high backed chair........ she felt the top press into her tummy and this helped the full thrusting of her backside.... the round orbs pushed out without becoming angular..... and because her bottom retained its roundness she presented him with the perfect target for his cane. He knew just how long he could keep her waiting, and so he enjoyed the freedom of the smooth skinned bottom by letting his hand travel over the area she was now having to reveal to him..... she was smooth as silk, and her whole backside was obviously thrusting backwards for him to do with whatever he liked to do...... as his hand felt the silky quality of her backside, Jenny hissed the breath into her body..... even the feeling of having him caress her arse was something that she loved to experience.... it was a shameful thing to have to do but the very shameful nature of having to stay there whilst he fondled the cheeks was in itself a thrilling pleasure that she enjoyed. He looked down at the pertinent nates as they rounded for him and took his time leisurely testing the spongy quality of each nate.

"And this is the arse isn't it?" he questioned her.

"Ooooooh...... yes...... yes....... yes, sir," she moaned.

"And don't you think I ought to cane this arse?"

"Please....... I know I have been very naughty, sir..... and now I know I ought to be punished with the cane across the cheeks of my bare arse........ please do not spare me, sir..........make me realise what a naughty girl I have been............. please cane my bum............ cane my bare arse........ and make me show you how sorry I am," she crooned.

He rested the cane against the perfectly poised buttocks and then raised it high...... at least he was a past master of the cane....... he brought it down and watched the spot at which it striped hard across the cheeks....... it struck her at exactly the spot for which he aimed...... she did not even wince nor did she made any sound........ he gave her the second stroke but increased the strength....... Jenny stayed down and felt the heated thrills now start to build up inside her....... she closed her eyes to help the enhancement of the thrilling pleasure that she was getting each time the cane struck her naked bottom....... it swiped down and the line of pure sweet ecstasy brought her higher and higher to a thrilling state of erotic thrills..... only she could feel every part of her arse cheeks now where the cane left its stinging stripe...... she wanted the whistling sound to finish so that she knew that the end of the stroke was over and a resulting sweetness of sheer passion pain followed...... she made her bottom push even harder into a rounded posture. Then the fourth and fifth stroke swept across her nates to build up the fire of pure passion inside her body..... she wanted to feel the pain and she ached to suffer the absolute epitome of shame at his hands..... she wondered how she would respond if he insisted in caning her throbbing breasts but right now she was revelling in the purity of receiving the cane hard on her bottom....

"Aaaaaaaagher," she suddenly cried out when the cane unexpectedly caught the lowest curve of her bottom....... it seemed to whip down hard onto the very core of her sex but the blazing fire of her randiness was just beginning to build up inside her body..... the second stroke after that landed on the same lower orbs..... it brought the same response........ she jerked her bottom and cried out, but the cry was one of sheer delight.

"Again...... please....... cane me there again....... keep caning me there..... pleeeeeeeease."

Three and four strokes landed across the cheeks of her bottom where they joined her thighs and Jenny pushed her arse back hard to open the section to his harsh punishment......... he whipped the cane down and now he was concentrating in the sensitive area that she loved to feel the fire of his punishing stick....... and then she dropped to her knees....... as she always did....... she pushed her bum high........ her head dipped low....... he happily gave her backside the hot lines of the cane that she desperately craved until she orgasmed fully....... her mouth uttered a low sound of pleasure that only she could know...... and it was over.........

"Same time next year, headmaster?"

"Just as you wish," he smiled as he waved her goodbye when the train pulled out.

He wondered what she did for a whole year!!!!

A Pleasure

Story from Justice Vol.3 No.8

A Pleasure

The linesman called "OUT" the umpire agreed, and the only dissension came from the attractive player who thought she had served an Ace. She fumed and stormed towards the raised dias of the umpire's position.

'Can't you stay awake long enough to keep your eye on the ball and your attention on the game?' she raved.

'The ball was out,' he said firmly and with a finality that helped the fury that she was showing.

She glared up at him then snorted angrily to return to the line to serve her next ball.

The spectators were obviously feeling the discomfort of the situation. The umpire was a well known ex professional and he was a respected official in Diane's club. Furthermore, it was no secret that she had somehow managed to curry his favour and he spent many hours coaching her on the courts to bring her to the epitome of good tennis. That she should have reacted so shamefully and thereby putting him in a very embarrassing position was something that the crowd would rather not have witnessed.

Ever since she had been to Wimbledon to see the championships, and something incidentally that Steve, the older man had arranged, so she had seen how the professionals argued and stormed at the umpires and linesmen that she thought it was quite the thing to do! This business or raving and getting the whole scene in a state of tension was to Diane's mind something very marvellous and added to the drama of the game. Inwardly she felt a strange sensation of pleasure at being able to speak up to the umpire, and it did not matter that he had been such a good friend to her. She would soon weadle round him and the matter would be forgotten by the morrow.

Her mother was horrified when the incident was reported to her by one of the fans.

'What on earth were you thinking about?' she asked her erring daughter.

'Oh Mother,' she responded with an exaggerated sigh. 'It happens all the time,' she explained airily.

'Not with my family it doesn't,' the mother responded firmly.

'If he is umpiring, he expects tempers to flair. It's all part of the game,' Diane tried to explain.

'You show me the rule book and that part of the rules that mentions that arguing with the umpire is all part of the game,' her mother countered.

'Mother, you do not understand,' Diane was beginning to feel decidedly uncomfortable by this stage.

'I have spoken to Steven,' her mother told her. 'This morning whilst you were asleep. He is recommending to the Committee that you are removed from the list of members. Your dismissal from the club,' Diane felt her throat constrict. Her eyes just stared wide at her maternal parent.

'You.... you can't be serious,' she gasped.

'And that's another phrase that you have picked up from the professionals, except they can afford to be like that. What a disgrace. My daughter, dismissed from the Tennis Club. Never has such a thing happened before,' and Diane could see her mother's eyes brimming with tears.

'We have enough enemies who are jealous of your abilities to play. And it is no small thanks to Steven,' she said angrily.

'I'll go and speak to him,' Diane said.

'I'm sure he is waiting with open arms,' the bitter sarcasm was ripe in her mother's tone.

'I must speak to him,' Diane was adamant.

Tennis was her life and she knew that whatever Steve suggested would be accepted. They would not even vote on it! Steve suggests she goes, then she must. Nobody, but nobody argues with the old pro. Diane dressed in her court dress. She packed her bag with day clothes to come home in. She was going to the club as though ready to play on the courts. At nineteen years of age, Diane had developed into a very shapely and attractive young blonde. The constant practice she put in on the courts helped her thighs and the curvy lines of her body to keep a truly shapely torso. Many men fancied her, and a few women too for that matter, but she had never seen anything in Steve's make up that suggested he would like to get his hands on her. The opposite was true! Steve had two great loves. One was Tennis and the other was Diane. Often he had fantasised with the idea of having her nubile body at his mercy. The number of times he had watched her play and the matter in which the white skirt would ride high whenever she was making a particular stroke or a service, and the way her rounded bottom, just the lower rounded moons peeping from the legs of her tennis knickers would have his blood racing and his mind dwelling on the very happy thought of being able to strip those panties down so that he could feel, fondle and even punish her saucy bottom. Never once did he think the fantasy would come to fruition. Such things are dreams made of, impossible thoughts!

She parked her small two seater and was pleased to see that the only other car in the park was Steve's. It was as though the message had got around to stay clear of the club for a while. It was not all that unusual considering the time. It was well before lunch. She felt very strange and certainly odd, almost as though she was trespassing, which was ridiculous really; she had been coming here since forever, and now, because of the latest events, she felt as though she was no longer a part of the establishment or the club itself.

She knocked on the door very timidly. He was in his own room which housed all the equipment.

'Come in,' she heard him growl.

Oh Lord, he knows it's me, she thought and he is expressing his own anger.

'Steve... I'm sorry. I'm so very truly sorry,' she blurted out as soon as she was inside the door.

She tried to embrace him, but he gently, firmly eased her away from him so that she stood like a naughty girl in front of him. She realised that he was quite a big man. His silver hair beset a reasonably handsome face and his serious, blue eyes were now showing his offended mind.

Steve's mind had gone into over-drive! He was able to see how her shortie short skirt revealed the tight knickers and those knickers were pulled up tight so that quite a lot of her bottom was exposed.

'Steve, I'll do anything to make amends,' she assured him.

'What do you have in mind?' his own tone was full of cynicism. She realised that there was virtually nothing she could do? If he had been a younger man and able to do so, she would have offered him her body!!

'Once upon a time, young Diane,' he started wearily, hopelessly to tell her how things would have been treated years ago, 'many years ago, your attitude would have earned you a really good spanking where it would do the most good. And you would have discovered how a young girl was made to pay for any insolence. You would have eaten your next meal off the mantelpiece,' it was a forlorn hope but he enjoyed that sensation of response inside him as he was able to let her know that she could have been spanked on her bottom.

'Steve. Would that be the answer now,' she blushed crazily.

'I hardly think a big girl like you would sink to having a spanking.'

Steve was beginning to enjoy the course this conversation was proceeding. It had many and varied options!

'I don't think age has anything to do with it,' she thought she must be crazy to be speaking like this. It was as though she was begging him to smack her bum!!

'Listen, Diane. You humiliated me yesterday in front of all those people,' he reminded her.

'Steve I just could not be more sorry, honestly. I accept that I deserve to be humiliated now. Please give me the chance to show how contrite I am. Demand whatever you like of me. Humiliate me in return,' she was certainly stark raving mad, she thought. This was Diane. The attractive belle of the Tennis Club, virtually begging to be punished physically and also to be put to any humiliating posture that he could dream up!

He seemed to be giving her suggestion a lot of thought. She stood there anxiously waiting and silently willing him to accept her physical preparation to be punished.

Steve was in reality past the stage of wavering! He was now working out all the formulas that he could adopt to really enjoy the naked charms of Diane! To be able to have this girl anyway he liked, especially so that she would lay over his lap for a good spanking, and a bare bum spanking at that was only the beginning of his wildest thoughts. One did not rush into a situation like this. One used time, and in that time one relished the full and distinct pleasure of being able to use one's hands and eyes to their fullest range.

'I shall certainly spank you Diane,' he warned her.

'Yes, Steve. Whatever you say,' she blushed.

'I shall certainly hear you plead with me to take your knickers down.'

'I do Steve. Please... please take them down now... please,' she choked in the sheer disbelief of her own begging tones.

She shuddered as she felt his smooth hands stroke up the back of her thighs. All goose-pimples seemed to rise in the wake of his hands as they travelled up towards her short knickers. She ensured she kept her hands free of her sides as she pushed them away... the further shuddering, strange sensations were rippling through her body as his fingers slowly came round to the front of her body to grip the elastic waistband... she blinked as deep shame waves now throbbed like waves through her. The thought filled her....

'Steve is going to take my knickers down... he will be able to look at my body freely and unhindered and I cannot do a thing to stop him.'

As the material of her shortie knickers eased slowly down her thighs, Diane responded to the very real depths of shameful humiliation. The knicks formed a tight bridge of cloth between her slightly parted thighs and then she was sensing the further shame as his hands slipped round her lower torso to cup both cheeks of her bottom in the palms of his hands.

Steve enjoyed the freedom of the softly posed cheeks and he was enjoying the full realisation of what, up to now, had been a deep yearning fantasy. He posed her sideways and then, with the hem of her T-shirt blouse pulled up to reveal her rounded bum cheeks, he was able to stroke and caress the twin orbs so that Diane became more and more confused in her shame and degradation. No young lady should have to suffer this terrible torment of helpless obedience and not be able to plead her case.

Then he turned her so that she was facing him again, this now enabled him to ease the upper garment even further up her torso until her breasts too were fully thrusting towards him. His eyes were just level with her pubes and he studied the soft downy fur of her mounded hair so that even the twin lips of her sex was running a plough ravine before him. Diane only wanted to cover her semi nudity and also to cross her legs to hide the private intimate lips of her sex. She was virtually frozen into a state of staying just as he was, and even when she felt his finger tips start the exploration of her warm pussy flesh, she could only respond to further helpless shudders of strange sexual heat and the additional shame that flooded through her to crimson her attractive face.

Only one boy had touched her as intimately as this, but with him it was all fumble and prod, Steve was an experienced man and he knew exactly what to do with uncovered cunts and bottoms! As his right hand constantly caressed and explored the ravine between the labia, so his other hand went from one bared breast to the other and Diane was even more confused than ever. She felt the prickly tenseness of her nipples as Steven worked on the flint hard knobs of flesh and all thoughts of having her bottom spanked had fled from her. Unhappily for her, Steve was not suffering with the same amnesia!!

She whimpered like a small child when she felt herself being projected across his ample lap. It came as a surprise to her when she discovered her face inches from the floor as her shapely torso stretched across his knees. Then again she felt his right hand easily caressing over the delightfully and properly posed cheeks of her bum. Her thighs were slightly parted and this gave Steve yet a further view of her body, and nobody had even seen Diane's sex valley from this angle. The full length of her two lips were rudely exposed. Steve instructed her to push her behind into an even rounded and more helpless arch than ever. Eager to obey him, Diane, not realising the view she was now offering, thrust her arse into a very rounded position and she stayed like that as her nether orbs were given the constant stroking massage by Steve's strong palm.

She heard him warn her to stay still, and knew that she was about to be given the promised punishment. She had never been spanked before just could not even envisage the sight she was giving her mentor. She did not even think or imagine what the pain would be like. Then she felt a hash sensation of heated pain throbbed into the right cheek of her bum and before she could respond vocally the left cheeks also felt the angry heat of punishment.

'OW!' It was a response of surprise rather than of pain but then, as the spanking hand resolutely continued the transformation of the smooth creamy colour to a deep reddening, Diane seemed to realise that her bottom was suffering the damnation of hell! The heat was now exploding in sharp painful reactions each time his hand came down and then she was writhing her bottom to avoid the next spank and also to help relieve the angry pain heat which was filling her buttocks.

'Please.... ooooh please... I'm sorry... honestly... I won't be rude again.... I promise.... please.... oh please Steve... I really am sorry.... no... it hurts... my bottom... it hurts, no more please... I'll be good in future... I'll be very good..... very obedient... I promise...'

The stinging was a sensational boiling heat that was spreading all over the cheeks of her arse. Then he ceased and he was able to study the effect of the changing colour from the snowy creamy smooth white to the now very angry tomato red; and there was not one spot that he had missed. From the upper slopes of her backside right the way down to the crease of her thighs, the skin expressed a most definite state of heat. He placed his hands on the right cheeks and sensed that he could feel the hotness radiating from it.

'So you think you can be obedient do you?' he was half sneering. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

'Yes... yes, I swear I shall,' she half cried.

She had tried to put her hands round to prevent his hand contacting her fleshy cheeks but he had pushed her wrists up her back so that she just had to stay there letting the throbbing anger envelope her.

'Then stand up.'

Although she was reasonably dry eyed, she was still snivelling.

'Undress. Take everything off,' he ordered.

She blinked helplessly at the dominant manner of his tone and it was that sort of voice that dared her to argue.

She felt absolutely beaten as she eased her clothes from her shapely body and then she was standing before him, stark naked and showing herself off to him as she had shown her body off to no man.

But it was the punishment that had infused her bottom with such pain that encouraged her to perform so obediently and without question. Diane wanted no more of bending across his knee and projecting her buttocks so that at the most attractive posture she presented herself for the purposeful spanking from his hand.

Ruefully and hesitatingly, but only slightly so that it was not noticeable, she stood letting Steve's eyes wander freely over her curvy torso. Even when his palm slowly stroked up the inside of her right tapering thighs, she stood perfectly still, and the ankles, firmly placed apart permitted his hand to caress all the way up to the mossy bush of fair hair that formed the nest of her pubes. Steve enjoyed the feel of the fuzz as his finger tips brushed it enacting the part of a brush to stroke the mossy covering and then the middle finger teasing lightly the peach shaped mons and the slit at the base of her tummy.

As he ceaselessly continued to probe and stroke the slot itself, he felt the hardening of the clitoris as she became excited to an increase of the fruity sensations of randiness as her clit responded to the finger caresses that he was now exercising.

She gasped but not with displeasure when he felt him slowly stroke his digit into the hot and damp ravine formed by her labia. He felt her pelvis ease forward as she involuntarily responded to his caresses and then she softly moaned, but it was just a whimpering sound that emitted from her throat. She parted her thighs wider and he was able to stroke and feel the heated flesh of her sex lips as she started the emotional journey into a sexual state of delight and pleasure... now Diane was truly getting herself into a pinnacle mountain of passion heat.

Her randiness took control so that it was the only thing she was aware of... she wanted it to continue because now, but the second her balloon of lustful hotness was expanding into a crescendo of heightened passion explosion and this was an all time first for the young girl....

Steve pulled her down so that she was settled on his knees. Her legs were spread wide and she had her thighs opened to be placed one each side of his lap. He pushed her back so that she was virtually spread open before him, her back resting on a small table that had been placed before him. She threw her arms above her head and spread her legs ever wide so that he was able to look down at the proffered cunt as she opened her legs even wider. Her bottom firmly squatting on his closed knees.

Steve studied the hot fleshy lips and as he reached forward he continued the caressing between the lips themselves and then he stabbed his middle finger deep into the sucking tube of her vagina... he felt the tight tunnel grip his finger tight and all the time now, Diane was responding with small squealing sounds as sheer fiery delicious sensations erupted from her body.

When she erupted at long last, she wanted to close her thighs tightly together, but his lap prevented this so she was spread wide and the freedom of her orgasm was enhanced to an even higher state by the inability of her legs to close tight.

He watched her bathe and he was able to see how she was in a state of very high delight from her experience. He let her rest before dismissing her from his room. But first he had her standing facing the wall, her arms raised high and her hands actually placed again the wall itself. He had her thrusting her backside backwards in a very emphasised pose of roundness, and then he smacked her for another five minutes.

She yelped and she writhed, but somehow she managed to keep herself properly postured as her bare arse was thoroughly spanked and reminded her of what happens when young women like Diane get uppity and out of hand.

She was allowed to dress and go home. After she had gone from the sports club house, Steve telephoned her mother.

'You're idea worked,' he assured her. 'I never thought she would agree, but she accepted the spanking like a young babe. Without a murmur of protest.'

He hung up. He was grateful to Diane's mother for suggesting this course of action, it had helped to realise a very favourite dream and fantasy of his.

And Diane was coming back next week for some of the same treatment except this time he had warned her that a cane would be in evidence. She need not complain to her mother, because her mother not only knew about it, but had suggested it herself!