PUNISHMENT BOOK
A Forest Park High School story by
Derek Hoffnung
It
was a beautiful day, the first really warm day of the year. David Holbrook
wound
down his car window and took a deep breath of fresh air. He only
lived
a short way from the school and perhaps should have walked, but that
would
mean being caught up in the milling crowds of kids making their way
down
Forest Park Lane and the inevitable attentions of love struck schoolgirls.
Ahead,
a 'lollipop' lady had stopped the traffic on the busy road to allow a long
column
of kids to cross. David cursed softly
under his breath and swung the
car
round to the right and down the council's Forest Park access road. There
was
a track near the bottom of the hill that led up to the school garden and
greenhouses. From there a dirt path, worn bare by the
passing of kids taking
the
short cut to school from the Waring Housing Estate, led up to the rear school
gate.
Sally
laughed and joked with the sixth formers.
They were a rude lot, talking
about
sex all the time. One had even asked
her to show them her tits. Still they
were
the 'in' crowd and at least they had cigarettes and she was gagging for
one. She breathed in the second-hand pall of
smoke, and built up the courage
to
ask for one. She was promptly told to
sod off and one of them cruelly flicked
a
burning butt at her as they headed up the track. Sally looked down and smiled.
The
cigarette was only half smoked. She
picked it up and put it into her mouth,
puffing
happily.
A
twig snapped right behind her and she whirled around, ciggie in hand and a
stream
of blue smoke issuing from her lips.
She dropped the cigarette and her
eyes
widened in surprise. She almost peed
herself. Mr Holbrook was standing
there
watching her.
His
eyes regarded her sadly and she looked down miserably at ground. David
Holbrook
sighed. He found himself looking at her
in a manner that was
inappropriate,
despite the circumstances. The girl was
simply stunning. Her
shoulder
length auburn hair shone in the leaf filtered sunshine. The beginning
of
a tear glistened in her big brown eyes.
She had sent him a love letter about
a
year ago. Although she hadn't signed it
he had recognised her handwriting,
and
had been quite surprised at the explicit nature of the letter.
"Oh
Sally!" Was all he could say.
Sally
started to cry in earnest. The
situation was worse than it may seem.
She
had
been a bit wild lately and had been caught fighting twice. That was
followed
by being late for school three times in a week. The incident that led
up
to her final warning was being caught shop-lifting a Snickers bar from the
school
tuck shop. The Headmaster had been as
lenient as he could but Sally
had
appeared to be on self-destruct mode.
David had a lot of time for Sally
and
had given good character references for her when he was summoned,
as
her form master, to the Head's office.
"Sally,
you are a very silly girl and no matter how I feel you deserve to
be
punished. Report to the Headmaster's
office at lunchtime." He said
curtly.
"Yes
sir." She managed to mumble
between hearty sobs.
David
Holbrook escorted the girl all the way up to the form room in the
Geography
Department and she took her seat in silence.
He pulled out the
register
from the top drawer of his desk and began to recite the long list of
names,
eliciting a "Yes sir!" or
"Here sir!" from those present.
"Hook?" He called.
Sally sniffed miserably.
"Here
sir." She said sullenly.
David
continued to the end of the list and then handed the register to a boy in the
front
of the class.
"Jones,
take this down to the secretary and come straight back. Thank you.
The
rest of you get out your textbooks and turn to chapter five, coastal
erosion,
and start reading. I'll be back in a
moment. I see my chalk has
been
eroded." He said holding up the
small stump of white chalk. The
stock
room door was behind his desk and he left it open while he rummaged
for
chalk.
Sally
sat with her head in her hands. Lucy
leaned over from the desk next to
her.
"What's
up Sal? You look like you've been
crying." Her friend asked.
"I
have. Oh Lucy, Mr Holbrook caught me
smoking before school. Now I've
got
to see the Head at lunchtime. I'm
finished. I was on my last
warning."
"Holbrook
caught you? He won't tell the Head and
get you expelled. He
fancies
you just as much as you fancy him. He
knows you love him to bits,
you
sent him that letter." Lucy
reasoned.
"He
doesn't know it was me that sent the letter.
I never signed it. Besides,
he
is reporting me, he told me." Lucy
said miserably.
"He
does know it was you that sent the letter.
I saw him comparing the
handwriting
against our exercise books. He stopped
and smiled when he
got
to your book."
"If
he fancies me then why have I got to go to the Head's office at
lunchtime?"
Lucy
quickly stood up and looked out of the window at the staff car park.
"Buggered
if I know Sally." Lucy said, "The Head's not even in today. Look,
Mr
Holbrook's car is in the Head's space.
Miss Lee has parked in Holbrook's
normal
place."
Sally
darted up and took a peek out of the window.
Lucy was right.
"Sally
Hook, sit down!" Mr Holbrook
bellowed. She hadn't seen him come
back.
"Sorry
sir!" Sally's bum hit the chair
with a thump.
David
Holbrook walked around the classroom handing out their last
homework
assignments. He made quiet comments to
the recipients. As he
paused
at Sally's side he set down the paper in front of her.
"An
A Sally, well done. You have a real feeling
for geography, I just wish
you
would apply yourself to other subjects as well." His voice was warm and
caring.
Sally
looked up into his eyes and just for a moment she saw something. It
was
like he really cared. Sally almost
melted. She wished he would hold her,
kiss
her. She closed her eyes as he put a
hand on her shoulder. He gently
massaged
her through her white blouse. She felt
her bra strap move.
"You
haven't forgotten about lunchtime have you?" He asked.
"N-no
sir."
"Good
girl."
"Sir?"
"Yes
Sally?"
"I
thought the Head was away today."
She said.
"Oh
yes, so he is. Then it'll be the
Headmaster's office at lunchtime to see
the
Deputy Head."
"Oh,"
she said dejectedly "okay sir."
Mr
Holbrook moved away and talked to another girl. Sally leaned across and
cupped
her hand to Lucy' ear.
"Who
is the Deputy Headmaster?" She
asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Mr
Holbrook is." Lucy whispered. "He must be going to punish you
himself."
Sally
couldn't concentrate for the rest of the lesson. She felt confused,
worried
and betrayed. She wanted to cry.
At
twelve thirty Sally made her way along the main corridor, her head hung in
despair.
"Sally? Are you okay?"
Sally
looked up. Kirsty Hubbard, several
years her senior was smiling kindly.
Her
prefect's badge glinted on her navy blue blazer. She would be a teacher
next
year and Sally knew most of the other kids avoided her, thinking she was
a
swot. Sally could see the concern was
genuine.
"I'm
in trouble again," she sniffed back a tear, "I've got to see Mr
Holbrook."
"Oh
Sally." Kirsty said, putting a friendly hand on the younger girl's
shoulder.
"I'm
sure it will be okay. He isn't like the
Headmaster you know. He'll look
after
you. I know he thinks a lot of
you. Now lift up that pretty face and
go
and
knock on his door." She even
sounded like a teacher.
"Thanks
miss."
"Kirsty!" She laughed. "I'm not a Miss until next term."
Sally
was a little nonplussed. How would
Kirsty know how Mr Holbrook felt
about
her? She paused momentarily to
straighten up her school tie, took a deep
breath
and knocked on the Headmaster's office door.
"Come
in Sally." Mr Holbrook's voice
said metallically from the intercom on the
secretary's
desk. Sally opened the door and went
inside.
"Close
the door." He said as he flicked a
switch to illuminate the 'Do Not
Disturb'
sign in the corridor.
Sally
looked glumly at her shoes.
Recognisable, even upside down, the
Punishment
Book was open on the desk. Sally smiled
wanly. He beckoned
her
round to his side of the desk and she stood next to him. Tears once again
filled
her eyes.
"What
am I to do with you Sally? You must be
punished and you realise that.
If
I enter the punishment in the book you will be expelled as soon as the Head
returns
next week. I don't want that to
happen."
"I'm
really sorry sir. I don't want to be
expelled."
She
vaguely recognised the piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. When
he
unfolded Sally turned bright red, wishing the ground would open and
swallow
her.
"Did
you write this Sally?"
Tears
rolled. "Yes." She said in a
little voice.
"Did
you mean it?"
"Yes.
I'm sorry I shouldn't have written in but I did mean it. I still do."
David
Holbrook sighed and patted his lap. "Come and sit Sally."
Sally
felt his arm snake around her waist to support her as she wriggled to get
comfy
on his lap. She felt hot and light
headed. His other hand was on her
knee.
"You
won't be expelled Sally. I am going to
punish you and I do have to put
an
entry in the book. But the book is more
than just a Punishment Book. It
also
records achievements and honours. I am
going to write you name in big
letters
and record the fact that you were interviewed on achieving an A grade
in
your assignment and award you a merit.
Sally
was stunned. Her crying turned to tears
of relief. She let him pull her
closer
and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she nuzzled
his
neck. A last teardrop fell, splashing
his shirt, as her sobs subsided. He
stroked
her red cheek and she turned her head, her eyes closed. She didn't
protest
when, fleetingly, his lips brushed hers.
"Sally?"
"Uh-huh." She murmured dreamily.
"Are
you ready for punishment."
"Oh,
please - not the cane." She
pleaded.
"No. I don't like using the cane. I leave that for the Headmaster. I'm going
to
spank you over my knee."
"Is
that the same as with the cane, you know, with my things down?"
"Yes,
skirt up and knickers off."
"Kay
then." Sally stood up, reached
under her skirt and tugged her navy blue
knickers
down. She put her hand on his shoulder
to steady herself as she
lifted
her feet in turn and pulled her knickers off over her shoes. She hesitated
for
a moment while she tried to think of a graceful way to achieve the required
position. In the end she just gave up and bent over
his lap and lowered herself
until
her hands were touching the floor on the other side of the chair. She was
grateful
when she felt his hand on the back of her thigh, guiding her efforts as
she
fidgeted to find the most comfortable position. Finally she was still.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Uh-huh."
Sally
yelped as the first slap stung her right buttock. She tensed up. The
second
smack landed on her left buttock and hurt a lot more. She forced
herself
to relax and after the forth slap realised he wasn't actually spanking her
hard
at all. As long as she stayed relaxed
it was really quite.... pleasant. Sally
chewed
her bottom lips thoughtfully. She was
getting very confusing signals
from
'down there'. Two more smacks rained
down in quick succession and
then
the spanking stopped. The only sounds
in the room were the ticking of the
large
wall clock and Sally's heavy panting.
His hand had come to rest with his
palm
on her inner thigh. If he wasn't very
careful his fingers would touch....
"Oooh!" She let slip involuntarily as she felt his
finger tips trail lightly up the
cleft
in her puffy labia.
"Sorry,"
he said, "do you want me to stop Sally?" His fingers rested to one
side
of her sex lips.
"No,
please - don't ever stop." She
pleaded, wriggling her hips and rocking
herself
backwards to press her hot crotch onto his hand. She closed her eyes
and
sucked in air as she felt her pussy lips spread apart. She let out a loud
moan
as his finger tip slipped easily inside her wetness. Sally pushed back
wanting
more of his middle finger up her.
Instead he pulled it out and replaced
it
with his thumb. It was thicker and
Sally squirmed as she felt her vagina
stretch
to accommodate it's girth. Sally winced
a little. She couldn't imagine
how
a man could get his 'thing' up there.
Not that she would mind trying,
especially
with Mr Holbrook.
"Ooooh,
yesss!" His fingers had found and
pushed back the fleshy hood at
the
top of her labia and now started to rub circles over her protruding clitoris.
His
thumb withdrew from her vagina and rubbed over her slick vulva until it was
covered
in her juices. Sally felt the thumb
slide up over her perineum and her
eyes
widened as it rubbed wetness around the rim of her anus. The sensation
was
new and it drove her wild. She bucked
her hips and groaned as she felt
her
orgasm fast approaching. His fingers
rubbed harder on her throbbing clit
and
his thumb began to press against the tight rosebud between her buttocks.
Sally
felt the tip push through her sphincter.
"Oh
Christ!" Was all she could
manage. Her sphincter clamped shut on
his
invading
thumb and she felt her pussy pulsating.
"Nneeeaghh!"
She yelled. She felt hot juices gushing
from between her legs
and
running wetly down her thighs. She
lifted her head and gasped as she
felt
his thumb withdraw and then collapsed completely spent over his lap.
Bizarrely
she had the feeling that her anus was moving by itself, slowly closing
back
to normal size. She lay still for a
very long time letting her breathing return
to
normal. He was massaging her hot
buttocks and, with his other hand,
stroking
her hair. Eventually with his help she
managed to stand up on wobbly
legs.
He
held her knickers open for her and she stepped into them and let him pull
them
up under her skirt. He straightened up
in front of her. He was very close.
Sally
leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, the song from ABBA ringing
in
her mind. He kissed her back tenderly.
She
looked at the clock. Half past
one. Too late for lunch.
"Are
you hungry?" He asked, guessing
her thoughts.
"Uh-huh."
"You
can share a sandwich and a can of coke with me if you like." He said,
reaching
for a plastic lunch box.
"Ooh,
yes that would be nice." She
smiled. "But wash your hands
first, I know
where
they've been!"