"363 Jenkins!"

The twelve year old boy jumped as the School Mistress barked out his name. As he'd been taught, he stepped out of the line of boys marching along the school corridor to the next class and turned towards her, standing at attention.

"Yes, Miss!"

Miss Baker was wearing the standard School Mistresses' uniform of high-necked white blouse, a smartly tailored black jacket which was cut to fit snugly at the waist and accentuate her bust and a tight-fitting black skirt under which the bumps of suspenders were clearly visible. She also wore black stockings and black three inch spike-heeled shoes. The whole effect could not, of course, help but inflame the libido of the pre-teen boys and it was whispered in the dormitories at night that it was deliberately designed that way.

"Jenkins, you are out of uniform," she declared.

He blinked, what could she mean? He looked down, his blazer wasn't dirty, tie neatly tied and in place, the collar button on his white shirt done up, the buttons of the fly on his school shorts fastened, socks pulled up to just under his knees, shoelaces... he closed his eyes and groaned inwardly. One lace had somehow come adrift and the end was trailing.

Stupidly he said "I'm sorry, Miss, I'll do it up-" he broke off.

Miss Baker looked at him with an evil smile. "That's TWO Demits, boy. Out of uniform AND talking out of turn."

His mouth almost opened to protest, but she said "Something else you want to say?" and he snapped it closed again, then, remembering the rules, said "No, Miss!"

"Sensible. My office at the start of Free Period. Now tie that lace and get on to class."

He did as he was told, then turned and quickly trotted to join the line of boys going into the classroom. None of them had dared look round for fear of catching the Mistress's eye and getting Demerits themselves.

They all knew what Demerits meant, of course, each of them had frequently experienced the discipline that was endemic at Saint Barbara's (named for the saint who was martyred by being whipped to death!). The school was advertised to parents as an establishment for bringing up young gentlemen, but the Mistresses who taught there had their own sadistic agenda which mostly seemed to involve punishing and humiliating the boys under their charge.

As part of the process all boys were only ever referred to by their surname and school number, they were dressed in school uniform of short trousers (barely coming down to the tops of their thighs) and knee length socks as if they were still in primary school and, of course, the Mistresses had the right to inflict corporal punishment on them at the slightest infraction of the school's many rules.

Miss Baker, he knew, favoured a plimsoll as her preferred item of correction, the canvas topped gym shoe had a rubberised sole with a wave pattern on it which, when it struck an upturned pair of buttocks, would not only sting, but grip and pull on the skin for a moment increasing the pain.

Desperately he tried to drag his thoughts away from his impending punishment back to the class he was in. The last thing he wanted to do was to incur further Demerits by not paying attention.

As the class finished, all the boys stood to attention as the Mistress ordered them to march out and, as they lined up, one gave him a quick pat on the back in consolation where the Mistress couldn't see it.

The rest of the boys went off to the library for their free period which usually meant reading a book (from the school's Approved List, of course) or writing a letter home under supervision. All school activities were carefully monitored. Boys were forbidden from any "rowdy play" and letters were strictly censored, ones that had any sort of complaints or objections would be torn up and the boy punished then told to re-write it.

Jenkins, however, turned in the opposite direction, walking down to the Teachers' rooms and waiting outside Miss Baker's office.

He knew better than to knock, she'd keep him waiting as long as she felt like it and if that meant he missed his Free Period, that wasn't her problem.

After several minutes (which felt much longer) her voice called "363 Jenkins, come in." He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him, then walked across to stand at attention three feet in front of her desk on which he could see the plimsoll sitting in the middle of the blotter.

"So, Jenkins, remind me what you are here for."

She knew perfectly well, of course, but he also knew that she loved dragging this out. "You gave me two Demerits, Miss," he said.

"Speak up, boy!"

"You gave me two Demerits, Miss!" he repeated, louder.

"What for?" she prompted.

"For being out of uniform and talking out of turn, Miss."

"And the penalty?"

"Six strokes of the plimsoll on my bare bottom for each."

"That's right, so drop them." She nodded down towards his shorts.

Even though he'd experienced many punishments before at her hands and the hands of the other Mistresses, he still blushed as he unbuttoned his flies (zipped shorts were forbidden) and pushed his shorts down to his ankles, then did the same with his regulation white Y-fronts before standing to attention again.

She looked at his hairless genitals (all the boys were kept depilated on every part of their bodies apart from their heads), then stood up and walked around the front of the desk. She reached down and weighed his testicles in her hand.

"These feel a bit light, have you been abusing yourself, Jenkins?"

"No, Miss!" he replied instantly. Masturbation was strictly forbidden at school. Every morning when the 6am wake-up bell rang, each boy had to get out of bed and pull the bed clothes down to the bottom of the bed, then stand at attention by it so a Mistress could inspect the sheets and the front of their starched blue and white striped pyjamas for any tell-tale signs of nocturnal abuse. The punishment for this was twelve strokes of the cane, administered in front of the whole dormitory. He remembered when one boy, 361 Harris had had wet dreams three nights in a row and ended up eating his meals standing up!

"Hmm. Anyway, go and get the chair."

This was another part of her style of punishment, she would make the boys shuffle across the office with their pants and shorts around their ankles to get a straight-backed chair from the other side of the room, then bring it back whilst she watched their little willies waggle as she would say.

As he hobbled back, she picked up the plimsoll and started tapping it on her hand. "Hurry up, boy, don't keep me waiting."

He increased his pace as she watched his crotch with a cruel smile on her face.

Putting the chair in front of the desk he stood beside it. He glanced at the smartly tailored Mistress's uniform, the way it emphasised her bust and hugged her hips looking so erotic. Even if that wasn't enough, he knew what was coming next as Miss Baker slowly and teasingly drew her skirt up, revealing her nylon clad thighs and then the dark band at the top of her stockings, followed by the clasps of her suspenders and the beautiful bare skin above them.

He forced himself to keep his eyes facing forward, were she to catch him peeping at her underwear it would only be worse, but he could not stop himself from starting to become aroused. She pretended not to notice, but he knew that this was deliberate, because she sat down then reached out and took hold of his penis, using it to pull him round beside her.

"Right, Jenkins, over my knee." He bent over and she parted her legs, then guided his penis between her warm thighs, giving it a squeeze as she closed them again. Desperately he tried to think of other things other than the sensuous feeling, he didn't know what would happen if he lost control, but he was certain that it would be very painful.

She patted the plimsoll his rounded bottom cheeks. "Twelve strokes, boy and remember to count them and thank me for each one."

"Yes, Miss."

Crack! The gym shoe landed on his right buttock making him jump and pushing his penis between her thighs. "One! Thank you, Miss!"

Thwack! "Two, thank you, Miss!"

Slowly but firmly she applied the punishment, alternating from one side to the other, increasing the strength of the swats with each blow.

As his bottom was beaten Jenkins couldn't help but feel his erection thrust forward, the nylon of her stockings causing exquisite sensations and each time she would squeeze her thighs against it too.

Four, five, six, the smacks continued to descend on his bare behind, but as they did, although there was an initial surge of pain, it started to change into a warm glowing feeling, spreading through his whole body.

Eight, nine, ten! Miss Baker started to increase the speed of the spanking. Jenkins tried to concentrate on just counting the strokes and thanking her, but the sensations he was experiencing were getting beyond him.

WHACK! "Eleven, th-thank you, Miss!" he cried.

SMACK!! The final blow landed. "Twelve, th-" he broke off. "Oh, oh, OHHH!!" suddenly it felt as if his body had been struck by lightning. He went rigid as every muscle seemed to contract at once and an incredible heat spread from his groin. Miss Baker continued to squeeze her thighs against his penis as it twitched and spasmed.

Finally the sensations ended and he almost collapsed over her lap. She waited for a minute or so then snapped "Get up, Jenkins!"

He stood up in front of her, face blushing crimson. "You filthy, disgusting little boy! Look what you've done," she declared with a triumphant note in her voice. She pointed down to her lap where the white semen was visible on both her thighs.

"Please, Miss, I'm sorry, Miss, I couldn't help..."

"Be quiet! It is clear you need a lesson in self-control, but first you can get a tissue from the box on the desk and wipe your mess up."

He picked up a tissue and started to wipe. As he did, he couldn't help but feel the softness of the skin and the smoothness of the nylon. To add to this, as if by accident, she spread her knees wider, so he could see that she was wearing black lacy panties with stray wisps of pubic hair poking out from the sides. Despite having just climaxed, he felt himself starting to become erect again.

When he had cleaned her up as much as possible he started to look for a bin to put the tissue in, but she said "No, Jenkins, to help teach you to control yourself, I want you to eat that tissue."

"EAT it, Miss?" he looked at the slimy mess on the paper, "but..."

"Listen, boy, what you just did is a caning offence. Now you have a choice, eat the tissue or get the cane, which is it to be?"

He looked at her, then back at the tissue. She was deadly serious and there was no way he wanted to get the cane, so, closing his eyes, he put the wadded mess in his mouth, chewing and swallowing as quickly as possible to try to avoid tasting it.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it? Now we need to improve your self control."

"But Miss..." He started to plead.

"Jenkins! I have just spanked you for speaking out of turn, do you want me to do it again?"

"No, Miss!"

"Right, so be quiet. One more word out of you before I give permission and I will beat you again twice as much and twice as hard! Now I see that the sight of me has already caused you to start getting aroused again, so we'll do something about that."

She reached out and took hold of his semi-erect penis, starting to manipulate it and bring it to full erection. It was still tender from his orgasm, but he didn't dare say anything for fear that she would fulfil her threat to beat him again.

Her fingertips caressed him, stroking the shaft, then moving down to tease his testicles, before wrapping her hand around the shaft and beginning to rub it up and down.

Once again the exquisite sensations began to spread through his body and very shortly afterwards another orgasm crashed through his body, although at least this time he had no semen left to ejaculate.

However she hadn't finished with him, he fought to stay at attention as her hand continued to masturbate him. Now it was absolutely agony, his penis was incredibly sensitive after another climax and he wanted to beg, to plead for her to stop, but he knew that she wouldn't and, as she'd said, if he uttered another word he'd get a second beating.

The pain was too much for him and he started to cry, tears rolling down his face as she brought him to a third and final agonising orgasm.

At last she released him smiling cruelly at the whimpering boy in front of her. She stood and took him in her arms, pulling him against her body, but even then she reached down and squeezed his red bottom with both hands, making him yelp.

Letting him go, she stood back. "Right, Jenkins, now pull up your pants and shorts and I hope that you have learned your lesson."

Miserably, still biting back tears, he dressed himself, taking great care to try to avoid causing any more pain to his abused bottom and genitals.

When he was fully clothed he stood at attention as best as he could and waited to be given permission to leave.

With an evil smile on her face she made him stand there a little while longer then said "All right, Jenkins, dismissed. And I hope you'll remember this lesson for a long time!"

"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss," he said, wincing as he walked out the door.