{ASSTR 01 REV} Schoolgirl Slap Down {Big Billie} (F/ffffff spank nc)

Schoolgirl Slap Down

A Sally Trubshawe Henderson Story

By Big Billie

Author's Statement: Big Billie is opposed to spanking, and also to circumcision (to which this story makes passing reference), except for consenting adults. However, spanking and circumcision sexually excite him, so he writes about them.

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Author’s Prologue

This is the first of my spanking stories to be posted on ASSTR. From a very young age the spanking of females has excited me. I remember a conversation when I was in Infant School and about 7 or 8 years old. One of the girls in my class told me that a woman who taught the older girls would pull their knickers down and smack their bare bottoms. Her older sister, she claimed, had suffered this very indignity, and her father had come into school to complain about it. “What did he say?” I asked, appalled but also fascinated. The little girl seemed to be as sexually stimulated as I was. “He said” (delightful girlish giggle) “why did you pull her knickers down and smack her bare bum?” Well, young as I was, the thought of a big 11-year-old girl in Primary School being punished like that really turned me on.

A few years later, when I myself was at Primary School, I learnt what I had already suspected; the teacher in question did not actually take down girls’ knickers. But she was very fond of pulling up their dresses and knicker legs and slapping them on the backs of their bare thighs. Many of these spankings occurred in the playground, in full view of the whole school, and they seemed to be inflicted for the slightest reason. She used to punish the boys in a similar fashion, but luckily she was never my class teacher and I managed to avoid her chastisement.

At the age of 11 I went to an all boys grammar school, and had no further direct experience of the disciplining of schoolgirls. One of my friends, however, stayed on at secondary modern, and he gave me graphic accounts of how the lads in the boys’ school were disciplined. Sometimes it was a cane on the hand, but the punishment that he and his fellow pupils disliked most was the slipper. One disciplinarian in particular, he told me, was his class teacher for 2 consecutive years, and he used to spank miscreants with large, thin, light, floppy gym pump from the age of 11 until they left school at 15. And the older and the bigger they were, the sharper they caught it. “At first it was usually 4, and occasionally 6; but now it is always 6, and usually 8.” Then my friend described the disciplinarian’s modus operandi: “He’ll give you one. Then he’ll just give it enough time to tingle. Then he’ll give you another. And so it goes on.” My friend said that he preferred the cane across the hand, even though it was very painful. “You feel such a fool having to bend over, and then when you rub your arse afterwards.” “Don’t rub it?” I enquired tentatively. “Ah,” he replied ruefully. “But it hurts.” I sympathised with my friend. I wished that he did not have to endure such treatment, and I was very grateful that such regular, everyday physical punishment was not inflicted on me; but I found the prospect of young ladies taking spankings like that very stimulating.

When I was just 16 I read a letter in a local paper. I can still, all these years later, recall it word for word. The headline was “Spanked at Seventeen” and the letter ran as follows:

“Sir,

I am a 17-year-old shorthand typist, and when I misbehave my mother puts me across her knee and spanks me with a slipper.

Apart from the pain involved I find this humiliating, as I feel I am far to old to be treated like this.

None of my friends receives spankings, and I would like to know if any other of your teenaged readers are ever punished in this way.”

Now, even at the time I realised that the letter was probably written by some dirty old pervert who was hoping to get his rocks off from the responses. But, even so, I found it incredibly exciting. Indeed, all through my life, the spanking of females has held me enthralled for reasons that I am completely unable to rationalise or explain.

My dear ASSTR readers, I hope that at least some of you share my sexual proclivities, and that you enjoy my stories.

Comments and emails are, of course, always welcome.

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Story

I first met my wife, Sally Trubshawe, as she then was, in the late 1960’s. She was teaching gymnastics and geography at a small but select girls’ boarding school in the southern counties of England. I was at that time a uniformed policeman. In fact, I was the village beat bobby. We met at the local squash club and I was immediately attracted to her. She was petite, dark, fit, sporty and very sexy. Luckily for me, there were no other lady players as good as her, so she used to play against some of the men. I played against her as often as I could, and I always tried to buy her a drink and to chat her up afterwards. Although I usually managed to win our games, it was obvious that she was a much better player as a woman than I was as a man. This, for me, added to her charms, but I was always very gauche with ladies, and I was too dim to see that she fancied me as much as I fancied her.

Now, as you can imagine, we did not get much trouble from the girls’ school. A lot of the girls were from rich families, and some of the older ones owned their own motorcars. There was thus the odd incident of illegal parking or speeding but this was always dealt with informally via a quiet word with the headmistress.

Now, however, six of the girls had been caught drinking under age (they were 16 and 17) in the village pub. I myself took a lenient view of this, and would have let it pass with the usual quiet word to the headmistress. But I could not do that since one of the local JPs, who had been in the pub at the time, had complained and had identified the culprits. It was only with the greatest difficulty that the headmistress had prevailed upon the complainant to allow her to deal with the matter internally, and even then he had insisted that, in addition, I should go along, in full regalia, to put the frighteners on. He also gave me strict orders that I was to give him a full report afterwards on the disciplinary measures that had been taken.

I arrived at the headmistress’s study to find six young ladies already lined up outside it. When I entered I discovered that the headmistress was not alone. She had Sally with her. Miss Trubshawe, said the headmistress, was the Dean of Discipline and she would be dealing with the miscreants. The headmistress then left, adding as she went that she hoped that the action that Sally would be taking met with my approval.

When we were on our own, Sally asked me to sit behind the headmistress’s desk and to look very imposing and judicial. I did this, putting my bobby’s helmet on the end of the table for added effect. Sally then sat down beside me and explained what she intended to do. She would, she said, haul the offenders in separately, one at a time. Sally would then interrogate them and ball them out, calling on me for moral and verbal support. Each girl, said Sally, would then be disciplined. She did not explain what she meant by this, but, as you can imagine, my interest was immediately aroused!

Sally then called in the first victim. Her name was Linda Grant. Linda, as I was later to discover, was the stuff of which Sally’s disciplinary fantasies are made. She was big, tall, meaty and strapping. She had long straight dark brown hair and a pear-shaped figure. Even through her school uniform I could see that her breasts were fairly small, but firm, pert and sexy. Although much of Linda’s other charms was not as yet revealed to me I could also observe through her clothing that her waist was trim, and that her broad hips tapered out from it beautifully.

Sally made Linda stand on a small red mat in front of the desk at which I was sitting. Then she started questioning her about her misdemeanour. She asked whether Linda was aware that both the school rules and the law strictly forbade visits to pubs. She asked her if she knew what the legal penalties were. Linda stuttered and stumbled over her answers, and blushed a deep red right to the roots of her hair. Then Sally asked me whether I intended to haul Linda up before the magistrates. I, of course, really hammed it up as previously requested. I stressed the serious nature of the offence and, in great detail, the severity of the legal penalties. I said that I would probably have to bring charges because I would get into trouble myself if I did not. I knew, I added in a sober tone of voice, just how seriously the JPs viewed this sort of thing.

Sally then turned to Linda and asked her if she had anything to say in her defence. Linda, still blushing profusely, shook her head. “Well, Linda”, said Sally. “I will tell you what I intend to do. You have flagrantly violated school rules. You clearly have to be punished for that, and I intend to carry out that punishment now. I am asking PC Henderson to witness it. When it is over, I will ask him whether, in the light of what he has seen, he is prepared to exercise discretion and let you off. And I very much hope, for your sake and the sake of the school’s good name, that he is lenient and that he is prepared to consider that the discipline that I have given you is sufficient. But enough talk. Please fetch me my slipper. It is on the window sill behind you.” This was the very first hint that I had been given about what Sally was going to do. As Linda dutifully turned to do as she was bid, I eyed up her figure admiringly, slipped my hand into my pocket and gently started to rub my willie through my trousers. Willie himself, understandably in the circumstances, was already beginning to stiffen up as Linda collected the large gentleman’s plimsoll as instructed, and handed it to Sally. “Stand on the red mat again, please. Now, face the window, straighten your legs and touch your toes.”

I was completely stunned by what happened next. Linda turned through 180 degrees to face the window, which was directly opposite my desk. She bent over obediently as ordered. Sally then rose from her seat and positioned herself at Linda’s side adjacent to her bottom. Next Sally put down the slipper on the desk, took the hem of Linda’s gymslip between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands, and lifted it over her back. Linda’s beknickered bottom was thus revealed to me. It was excellently positioned, full on, for me to get a perfect view of it. Linda was wearing bottle green gym knickers. They were stretched tightly over her bottom in the most sexy and revealing fashion. Linda’s bare thighs, I noted, were long, meaty and nubile, and her calves were beautifully shapely. Then, as my cock stood rock hard in my underpants at these salacious developments, Sally administered her coup de grace. She slipped her two forefingers under the waist elastic of Linda’s knickers at her two hipbones, and pulled outwards and downwards. The result was that Linda’s knickers ended up around her knees and her completely bare bottom was revealed to my excited gaze.

As you can imagine, I was utterly stunned by the sight before my eyes. There, gazing past the crotch between the two cheeks of Linda’s bottom, I had a clear view of two plump hairy labial lips with the cunt slit between them. The pubic hair was thick, black and curly and sprouted downward and outwards from the rear of the fanny, forming a bushy little ball hanging beneath and between the two big, meaty, pear shaped buttocks. But that was not all. As Linda bent and stretched forward her plump, meaty outer labia were pushed together and apart. They pouted ever so slightly open to reveal a thin, serrated vertical line of delicate coral pink pussy skin on the inside edges of her cunt lips. To use one of Sally’s Cheshire expressions, my eyes stood out like chapel hat pegs as I leered lasciviously at the victim’s naked rump and fanny. I could not believe my luck, and I very nearly ejaculated into my underpants there and then. But, for the moment, I merely kept my right hand in my trouser pocket and gently rubbed and massaged my cock, which by now was throbbing hard, and as stiff as a poker.

The first thing that Sally did was to make sure that Linda was bending over to her satisfaction. Sally’s favourite part of the female anatomy, as I believe she has told you, is the plump sexy cunt meat where a young lady’s bum curves round to her fanny crack. Just above the tops of the thighs, where the rump is beautifully tender and meaty, and right across the back of the fanny hairs, is where she likes her slipper to slap home. She herself refers to the target area as the soft undercarriage, and tells me that she likes to line up her slipper and takes aim at the bushy furball of pubic hair that sprouts from between the buttocks at that point.

Well, unfortunately for Linda, it was now the turn of her hairy fanny meat to be the epicentre of Sally’s sexy assault. She started with some wicked little tail flicks, as she usually does. Crack! “Come on, girl. Stretch and bend. Your can do better than that.” Sally sharply flicked the slipper across her victim’s cunt meat to encourage her to bend over further. Linda’s buttocks shuddered provocatively and, after a few seconds, the sexy pink imprint of Sally’s slipper appeared, clearly visible across her bare bum. Linda had been flicked with the pump much as a skittish filly is slapped with a riding crop, and it was clear that she disliked it intensely. She pushed her fingers towards her toes, sweating and straining to avoid a second slap.

But it was all in vain. Crack! “No! Now pay attention and listen to me. I want you to bend over further. Go on! Bend and stretch! Or else! You know that is just not good enough.” This time the flick was to exactly the same part of the bum, right across the back of the fanny hairs. It was also just that little bit harder. Linda’s bare bottom wobbled again in the most sexy and alluring fashion, and a second pink mark was imprinted more or less exactly on top of the first one. The victim drew her breath in sharply at the force of the blow and then started grunting and panting as she strained madly to comply with her tormentor’s instructions.

Sally, for her part, put her hand on the back of Linda’s neck and gently pushed it downwards. I must admit that I felt rather sorry for Linda. She clearly hated these infuriating and humiliating little smacks. What she did not want to take, more than anything else in the world at that moment, was another one of them. But take another one she did, and again it was exactly where she least wanted to take it. Crack! This third flick, in its turn, was just that little bit sharper and sexier than flick number two. Wobble, sting, tingle went Linda’s big, sexy, meaty bottom. By now a note of exasperation was creeping into Sally’s voice. “Linda! Are you being deliberately disobedient? You are beginning to annoy me!” Poor Linda. She did not want to take any more of those flicks, and in her determination to avoid that fate she gasped and grunted as she stretched and pushed her fingers to the floor.

By now Sally could hardly claim that Linda was not at least trying to bend over to the best of her ability. But, unfortunately for the victim, she was caught out on another rap. Crack! “Right, madam. Now you have really annoyed me. How dare you bend your knees when you have been specifically told to keep your legs straight! If you do not shape up pronto you will regret it. You can have this either the hard or the easy way.” The fourth slap that preceded these remarks was a really mean and spiteful one. It rang out like a pistol shot. The victim’s buttocks shuddered invitingly. Wow! What would I not have given, there and then, to part that delicate coral pink pussy crack with my fingers and shov my stiff, throbbing cock between those two reddened, tingling, meaty buttocks and into Linda’s hairy cunt slot! This time the slap was a lot harder than the previous three. Linda was clearly shocked at its force, and she let out a sharp cry. “Ouch!”

“Well”, concluded Sally. “That still isn’t good enough. I might just be persuaded to let you off if you hold it there, young lady, but at the least sign of relaxation I’ll dish out something for you to really remember me by. This is your last warning. The slightest let up, madam, and you will catch it hard. By God, but I will give you something to make you feel sorry for yourself and no mistake!” In response to these words, Linda continued to grunt, sweat and strain to touch the floor while flexing and tightening the muscles in her calves and thighs to keep her legs as stiff and straight as she possibly could. The effect of all this, as you can imagine, was to highlight and emphasise the shapeliness of her legs beautifully. Her shapely calves were tensed and taut, and the muscles and tendons in her long meaty thighs were pulled tight to display perfectly the two delicate hollows on the inside of each of her thighs, where they rose to meet her vulva. Wow! I was stunned!

As you can imagine, dear reader, the consequences of all this for my poor old willie were devastating: the kinky verbals; the big, strapping, sexy lady with her bare bum and her hairy cunt slot embarrassingly displayed to my enraptured gaze; the sharp slaps across the lady’s bare bottom; the loud, high pitched crack of slipper onto naked, unprotected cunt meat; the quivering buttocks; the red marks across the back of the victim’s fanny; the embarrassment, frustration, anger and distress of the young lady herself; the bold, saucy and uncompromising performance of Sally; all these drove me into paroxysms of sexual ecstasy, and it took all my self control to prevent myself from coming off. Meanwhile, I was paying the price for my unnatural self-restraint as I began to feel a dull, throbbing ache in my bollocks, which I knew could only ultimately be relieved by the explosive pleasure of orgasm. And then the stunning truth hit me. This was not the end of Linda’s chastisement. It was scarcely even the beginning! “Right”, said Sally, “Provided that you have now learned your lesson and are prepared to stop being insolent, we can begin!”

Before the fun started in earnest, however, Sally delivered a short sharp lecture, to Linda’s bottom rather than to her face, on the evils of drink, the behaviour befitting a young lady, the seriousness of bringing into disrepute the traditions and high reputation of the school, etc., etc. Then she stressed the illegality of Linda’s offence, and of how much damage it would do to the school’s reputation if the incident got into the magistrate’s court and thence into the press. “For your own good, and for the good of the school, Linda” she concluded, “I must do my best to stop that from happening. I only hope that by this punishment, and through my personal entreaties, I can persuade P.C. Henderson to risk a reprimand from his superior officer by letting you off.” Meanwhile, throughout this diatribe Linda continued to sweat, strain and grunt in order to bend over as far as she possibly could, fearful that the least relaxation on her part would trigger the dire consequences with which Sally had threatened her.

Sally then lined up her slipper across the back of Linda’s cunt, pressing the sole into the bare meat as she took careful aim. Next she drew back her arm in a wide arc, pulling her slipper a foot or two below my face and over to my left. Then, suddenly, round came her arm in a swift, sharp movement. The slipper whizzed up from a position a yard or so in front of my left knee. Then it whistled a foot or two underneath and in front of the end of my nose as I leant forward over the desk as far as I could to get a good view. I distinctly felt the breeze across my face as it did so. Then, a split second later, it hit home. Crack!!! The flat face of Sally’s slipper landed flush, full across the plump, nubile fanny meat of Linda’s bare buttocks. This was the first time that I had witnessed Sally’s slippering of a young lady, and I had no idea that she was going to smack her so hard. I was stunned, shocked and outraged at the force of the blow. Indeed, as a chivalrous and courteous gentleman who had always treated young ladies with politeness and respect, it made me very angry to see a beautiful teenaged girl treated in such an undignified, brusque and cavalier fashion. Suddenly, I felt a great wave of sympathy for the victim sweep over me, together with an extremely powerful sexual arousal. “Oh you cow!” I thought of Sally. “You vicious, vindictive cow! Wow, oh wow! I bet that didn’t half sting!” And all the time my cock got harder and harder and my balls ached excruciatingly at the riveting and kinky plight of the unfortunate Linda.

My outraged sense of injustice was heightened by the sharpness of the crack that rang out as the pump hit home. I had not been expecting it and it came as a big shock. It jolted me out of my pleasant sexual reveries and made my heart leap under my rib cage. It startled Linda too. “Oh!” She gasped as she let out an involuntary cry at the force of the blow. As the crack rang out, Linda’s buttocks wobbled and shuddered provocatively. Then Sally, in that crafty, wicked way of hers, waited a few seconds for Linda to fully feel it. As she did so, I was stunned to see the red outline of her slipper emerge, clearly imprinted across the back of Linda’s fanny. Linda had, of course, already been reddened by Sally’s preparatory spanks. But this time the slipper really bit into her arse, leaving a red mark so well defined that it might have been branded onto her rump with a hot iron. “Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw!” moaned Linda, clearly shocked and taken aback by the sharpness of the spank and the escalating tingling. “Oh, you spiteful, venomous bitch” I thought, outraged but very, very sexually excited. “You shrewd, wily old she-cat! You know just how to catch a young lady bending! My God, but you’re so damned skilful! Don’t you know just exactly how to tease, torment and humiliate a big, strapping, nubile, teenaged lady! Wow! Go on then! Chasten her well! Vex, enrage and madden her you bold, saucy, kinky madam!” And all the time I gently rubbed my circumcised cock through my trouser pocket and teetered agonisingly on the brink of orgasm, with my bollocks aching as if someone had given them six hard cuts with a cane.

Then Sally intruded again on my outraged thoughts. Crack!!! The slap rang out yet again like a pistol shot. Linda took it, right across the back of the fanny hairs again, and it was clear that she did not like it at all. “Huh!” She breathed in sharply through her teeth. “Uuuugh!” (This somewhere between a cry of pain and a mutter of anger.) Then, as Linda waited in trepidation for the third spank, and began to feel spank number two reach its sizzling climax, she started to emit a series of low, urgent grunts, “Ngh, ngh, ngh!” Crack!!! Sally cut across Linda’s interjections and made her bottom sting and quiver to a third well aimed slap.

And so it went on, in a clever and well executed escalation, until Linda had taken a full twelve of the best. God, but did Sally slap her arse for her! The whacks all landed in the time-honoured places. First came the three across the back of the fanny hairs. These were followed by six aimed higher, ad lib at the rest of the bum. Then came the last three smacks, right where the first three and, before them, the four preparatory smacks had landed - across the back of the twat. Not that I took in all these subtleties at the time. By now I was in a catatonic state, and time seemed to be standing still. I heard the sexy cracks from the pump ringing out like rifle shots but somehow far away and distant. Then, after each hit, I watched entranced as the big bare bottom shuddered, wobbled and quivered, seemingly in glorious slow motion, like a slowed down action re-play on Match of the Day. It was only when Sally ran through the events of the afternoon with me later that I got to know exactly what her game plan was, and the precise disciplinary principles which were being employed. Even I got the point about the last three spanks, however. They slapped against the arse right where the meat was plumpest and the minge fur was thickest. They were also just slightly harder than the other nine smacks and they built up to an orgasmic crescendo. The victim’s fanny hairs were scattered by the breeze from the pump. Her big, meaty bottom was made to dance a jig. As for Linda she continued to contribute further sexy and embarrassing verbals of her own. “Ngh! Ah! Ooooh! Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw!” she cried out helplessly. Wow, but Linda’s rump was well reddened. God, I bet it didn’t half sting! The twelfth and final spank was a real beauty. It cracked home onto reddened meat that must have already been stinging and ringing like a bell. “Ouch!” yelled the victim, this time very loudly - much louder, indeed, than any of her previous interjections. This time I don’t know what it was. Perhaps it was the indelicate and saucy way that the victim’s minge fur was scattered and rearranged. Wow, but did her fanny hairs fly! Or perhaps it was the pert and delicious fashion in which her buttocks shuddered. Or perhaps it was the loud, unladylike and indelicate urgency of the expletive that she uttered. But whatever it was, it brought me off. In my ecstasy, I screamed silently to myself: “Oh, you titillating bitch! You crafty, knowing vixen! Oh, that is wicked! Wicked! That is so sexy it should be illegal! And I bet you know just what you’re doing to me, just like you know just what you are doing to Linda. Oh, my aching balls! Oh, my throbbing gonads! Mercy! Mercy! Oh, you remorseless cow! You cruel, pitiless tormenting hag! You are driving me beyond endurance! I cannot bear it any more! Relief! Relief!” By now, as you may well have gathered, dear reader, I was utterly out of control. Through my trouser pocket I gave just one very light flick with my forefinger to the tip of my prick. That did it. Before I knew what was happening, my heart and my entire central nervous system seemed to explode with the most shattering and ecstatic pleasure. I breathed in sharply, and as silently as I could, delirious at my sudden release from the most oppressive and painful frustration. Then, before I knew what was happening, I was rhythmically ejaculating into my underpants. Within the next 10 to 15 seconds it seemed to me that I must have pumped out between one and two pints of thick, creamy semen.

While I was still ejaculating, Sally brusquely tugged up Linda’s knickers and pulled down her skirt. “Right!” she rapped. “Now get out and wait in the corridor with the others until you are called back in to hear your fate.”

As Linda left, I vainly tried to compose myself. I stopped caressing my willie and pulled my hand from my trouser pocket. As I did so, I breathed out a long, tormented sigh. Then I noticed something else that thus far, in the excitement of the moment, I had missed. The central heating system was on and the headmistress’s study was very warm. I was in my full PC’s regalia, including my heavy-duty tunic, and by now I was very hot and sweaty. My balls, my inner and upper thighs, and the lower part of my buttocks and tummy were covered in thick, sticky spunk. But that was not my only problem. I was perspiring profusely from my armpits, and I could feel two large patches of wet sweat underneath the arms of my shirt. By now great beads of perspiration were also standing out on my forehead. Just as Linda opened the door and left, three or four of these beads cascaded down over my forehead and onto my face. One of them trickled along my nose and entered my mouth, where I tasted its wet saltiness. Still in a daze, I fumbled in my tunic pocket for my handkerchief and dabbed and mopped at my brow, only wishing, as I did so, that I could also mop my crotch dry. Phew! Sally was really putting me through it as well as the girls, and I didn’t half know about it! And she was still being utterly merciless with me. She refused to give me so much as a second to compose myself. Before Linda had a chance to get through the door, and while my loins were still shaking to the last few jerks of my orgasm, she summoned in the next victim.

After the girls had all taken the rap, and had been ordered to wait in the corridor to hear their final fate, Sally pertly popped her spanking slipper into her brief case, turned to me and grinned broadly.

“Can I offer you a cup of tea?” she asked pleasantly.

“Had we best not see this through first?” I asked, anxiously and in some trepidation.

“Oh, good Lord, no! There is no rush, and you have earned a break. Besides, it will do them good to be made to sweat a bit,” answered Sally airily.

In fact, it was between 20 and 30 minutes later when the offenders were summoned in for my verdict. Before she went to get them, Sally turned to me. “Do not let them know their fate too quickly”, she urged. “Have some fun with them first. Tease and torment them. Give them a good long lecture, and keep the punch line until right at the end. Do not grant your pardon cheaply or easily. Keep them on the hop and make them sweat. Make them think that they are for the high jump, that they are really going to catch it from the law. Then, when you grant them your mercy do it reluctantly and grudgingly.”

“O.K.” I replied. “I’ll do my best.” Meanwhile, I was thinking to myself, this lady is just as skilful a dominatrix with her tongue as she is with her slipper.

Indeed, I managed to play my part even better than that. Sally lined up the six miscreants in front of me and asked me for my verdict. I was enjoying myself, so I took my time. I tried to keep an inscrutable expression on my face as I eyed the victims up in a leisurely fashion. I could not fully work them out. By now their rumps had largely recovered from their recent saucy trip-hammerings. In the words of an old Gracie Fields number, the six of them must have been “very sore in a certain place.” But the sharp tingling had clearly died down and their bums were by now no longer ringing like bells. They thus looked relieved, and rather more cheerful than they had done before their spankings, and seemed glad that the worst of their ordeal was over. On some of their faces there was also a look of indignation at the humiliating and saucy way that they had been stripped and smacked. But the overriding emotion that I sensed was one of apprehension that they might soon be the owners of criminal records as well as of well-smacked bottoms. “Right”, I thought to myself. “I’ll work on that. Let’s start to wind them all up a bit.”

“Well,” I said, “Miss Trubshawe tells me that as far as the school is concerned, that is the end of the matter. I am sure that you will all be relieved to hear that. But I am afraid that the criminal offence may be too serious to be atoned for so easily.” Then, for the sake of effect, I began to lie in my teeth. “You know,” I mused, “You girls are all very lucky to attend such an excellent and exclusive school. You are getting a first rate education in a safe and protective environment. Some of you may feel that Miss Trubshawe has been strict with you today. But let me assure you that she most certainly has not. Anyone can live down a little sting like that. Most of you, I see, seem to have got over it already. By the time you go to bed tonight you may even see the funny side and joke about it. Your privileged position has meant that you have all got off very lightly. And the fact that you are girls has meant that you have got off lighter still. At any boys’ school you would have received at least six hard cuts with a cane. It would have bitten into your bottoms with deep, livid, purple ridges that would have lasted for more than a week. But all that you have got is a spanking with a flat, broad soled slipper. You have been punished like naughty little girls, not like criminals. Oh yes! The school has let you off lightly. Very lightly indeed. And that is something that you can thank Miss Trubshawe for. She has been lenient with you. Lenient to a fault.”

Now, dear reader, I am well aware that this line of analysis was indeed a complete load of bollocks. The girls had, in fact, been very strictly, if amusingly and sexily, brought to book. Nothing that the magistrates could have done to them would have been anything like so sharp, so saucy and so humiliating. But the punters swallowed my words hook, line and sinker. I could see by the looks of horror on their faces that I had really frightened the girls. This gave me quite a sexual frisson. But it also made me feel a complete cad. So I decided to cool it a little. “Look, girls!” I said in a tone that was now friendly and helpful. “I don’t want to see you hauled up before the magistrates and given a criminal record. But that, really, is what I ought to do with you. I don’t think that I can risk jeopardising my career by just letting you off.”

Oh, dear! That blew it! Throughout their ordeal so far the girls had all behaved like bricks. Those spankings must really have stung. For a minute or two they must have been really hurt by them, even if it was in a funny and sexy way and in an amusing and saucy place. And yet, despite their sporadic grunts and cries of discomfort, the girls had taken their chastisement bravely and stoically. But now the threat of the law was too much. At my last remark, Susie broke down. Her face crumpled and collapsed in despair. She gave a huge gulp and tears began to stream down her face. Then she started sobbing helplessly and rhythmically.

I was mortified. Until that point I had been having a whale of a time. But now all my pleasure turned to dust. I realised that I had gone too far, and what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world was to make it all right again, for Susie and for the rest of the girls. I motioned to the girls on each side to comfort Susie, and I gave her some time to compose herself. “Look, girls,” I said, as kindly as I could. “I have to report back to the magistrate who brought the original complaint against you. He is a strict man, but he is also a very fair, a very chivalrous and a very kindly man. I’ll have a word with him and see what I can do.”

“Please sir,” said Rachel, “What do you think he will do to us.” “I can’t say”, I replied. “I will do my best to get him to let you off. But he may want to throw the book at you. Or he may ask Miss Trubshawe, on behalf of the school, to administer further chastisement.”

I know that I should not have made that final quip, but I found the prospect so stimulating that I could not resist.

Anyway, after that things all went to plan. A few days later I called at the home of the magistrate, Major Carter. As instructed, I gave him a full account of the chastisement that Sally had inflicted on the malefactors. Well, almost a full account. I told him about the raising of the victims’ gymslips. But I missed out the bit about the baring of their bottoms. Instead, I told him, admittedly in graphic detail, about how the girls had been chastised across the seats of their knickers. There were two reasons for this. Firstly, I wanted to protect Sally. The way that she had stripped her victims bare seemed to me to be saucy to the point of indecency, and I did not want to get her into trouble. So I took a risk, and went out on a limb for her. Actually, it could have been nasty. All it needed was for one of the girls’ parents to complain, and for the complaint to come to the Major’s ears. The second reason that I lied was that old Carter was so thoroughly overexcited by the details that I did divulge that it would have probably sent him into an apoplectic fit if he had heard the full story. During my narration the truth suddenly hit me. He knew, at least in general terms, what would happen to the girls. He had asked me to report back, and was asking constant and detailed questions as I did so, so that he could get his rocks off about it.

Anyway, the good news was that when he heard my harrowing account of the girls’ distress at the prospect of criminal proceedings, and of the pitiful cries and tears of the distraught Susie, the Major relented. He was a dirty old man, but also, as I had assured the girls, a very kind and chivalrous one. A week to the day after their chastisement, I was back in the headmistress’s study with Sally. This time, I did not tease the girls. As they were beckoned in they could immediately see from the happy expressions on my face and on Sally’s face, that they were off the hook. Susie’s tears were now gone. Instead, when I verbally confirmed the good news, she jumped up and down in the air, screaming in delight. The other girls were also grinning broadly as they left, and embracing each other ecstatically.

But when we were on our own, I turned to Sally with a wistful and crafty smile on my face.

“You know”, I said. “Those young ladies think that they got off very lightly. But they didn’t, did they? Wow! I would rather take the fine, the three year’s probation and the criminal record than bend over and let you smack my bare bottom like you smacked theirs, my saucy, kinky, darling!” “I bet you would”, giggled Sally sexily. “Almost anyone would. Except them, of course. Wow! You really suckered them with that ‘Miss Trubshawe was too lenient’ line, didn’t you!” And we both grinned archly before breaking out into hearty laughter.

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