FRIDAY IN THE MONTH
by Darkhour
WARNING: This story involves the infliction of severe corporal punishment on schoolgirls. If this topic offends you, please do not read on.
The last day in the month was a very special day at St Jude's Preparatory School For Girls. St Jude's was an exclusive school for the daughters of very wealthy people. The parents were anxious that their daughters should be brought up in a strict, sheltered environment so that they would grow up to be model citizens. The school was in an isolated location in the moors of Scotland, somewhere to the north of the Solway Firth. On a clear day it was just possible to look south from the upper floor windows and see the fells of Cumbria in the far distance. The population is sparse with no temptations to attract young girls. St Jude's was chosen by parents for its strict regime. It was made clear to parents when they applied for a place that punishments for even the slightest transgression would be severe. The school undertook to ensure that there would be no permanent damage as a result of the punishment, but parents should expect that from time to time it was likely that the girls would sustain severe marks on their buttocks.
It was the disciplinary regime that made the last Friday in every month special, because that was when the punishments were carried out. This particular Friday was even more special than usual because it was also the first Friday in a new term. There had been a new intake of students in the lower form. These students had not yet experienced a punishment day. It would be an experience that would be etched in their memories for ever.
The tense atmosphere on the last Friday in the month began first thing in the morning. The girls sat at long refectory tables for their breakfast. Usually a relatively noisy affair, the meal would be consumed in almost dead silence. At the tables, some of the places were unoccupied. The girls who would normally be seated there were at a separate table on a raised dais at the end of the room. Instead of the usual tartan skirts these girls wore a simple white cotton skirt to match their white tee shirts. These were the transgressors, the girls awaiting punishment. They wore the punishment uniform and sat at a table to mark them out from the other girls. The girls in the main part of the dining hall kept glancing at the girls at the raised tables. They were looking for something in the girls' expression. How did it feel to be waiting there knowing that soon they would receive a thrashing from Miss Trunchman, the deputy headmistress? It must be like a prisoner in the condemned cell. How thankful the other girls were that they were not seated at the punishment table. The girls awaiting punishment toyed with their food. None of them ate much.
After breakfast was finished the main group of girls would walk smartly through to the assembly hall. The new intake of girls, those who had not yet witnessed punishment felt the tension. They had heard stories from the older girls, stories of bare bottom canings. Please don't let it happen to me they thought. Yet one of their number was missing. Already one girl from the new intake had broken a school rule – a trifling matter, but the school had zero tolerance. The girls would learn to obey. The poor girl had been caught eating sweets after lights out just a week into the new term. She had suffered the agony of waiting three whole weeks to discover how severe her punishment would be. She tried to convince herself that the school would be merciful for a first offence.
After the girls were seated in the assembly hall the head mistress, Miss Sutherland informed the girls that today they would witness the punishment of three girls.
'Bring them in please, Miss Trunchman,' she said in a raised voice. Miss Trunchman duly led the girls into the hall and marched them down the central aisle, turned them to the left and halted them at a short flight of stairs that led up to the stage where the head mistress was standing.
Punishment day followed a careful ritual. The girls for punishment stood on the stairs in the order they were to be punished. The lesser offences would be dealt with first, leaving the most serious offence until last. When it was their turn, the girl to be punished was to stand smartly at the top of the stairs, then when called forward was to walk smartly in a dignified manner, befitting a girl from St Jude's, to the centre of the stage where punishment would be administered in front of the entire school. This was, of course, to serve as a deterrent to the other students.
The first girl in the line at the foot of the stairs was a small, blonde haired girl with her hair tied in two bunches. Like the other girls for punishment she wore a simple white tee shirt and a short white skirt. She was desperately trying to hold back tears that were already beginning to form in her beautiful blue eyes. Her legs were trembling as Miss Trunchman ordered the first girl for punishment to march forward to the centre of the stage. With little shudder, the little blonde girl moved forward to the appointed place.
Miss Sutherland, towering over the little girl, read out the crime and the sentence.
'Susan was caught eating in the dormitory after lights out. The punishment, as this is a first offence, will be reduced to three strokes of the cane to be delivered on the bare bottom. Miss Trunchman please continue.'
Miss Trunchman stepped forward and lifted the girl's skirt. Susan looked at her pleadingly with her wide blue eyes. Surely she was not going to have her knickers taken down in front of the entire school. Without hesitation, Miss Trunchman hooked her fingers in the waist of the girl's knickers and in a well practised move drew them down her thighs.
Miss Jones, the first form tutor licked her lips as she watched from her seat on the front row of the assembly. Like most of the teachers at St Jude's she was a confirmed lesbian, drawn to the school for its reputation. Her heart leapt in her chest as the girl's bald pubes came into sight briefly, before Miss Trunchman turned her round to display her pert little bum. Miss Jones clamped her thighs together, looking forward to some pleasurable times ahead with this little blonde girl.
Susan watched Miss Trunchman as she walked across to where a container like an umbrella stand contained a selection of canes and other implements. Miss Trunchman selected a swishy cane and made it hiss through the air with a couple of practise swipes. Susan gulped and tried to maintain her composure. As Susan was so tiny, Miss Trunchman ordered her to step up onto a box, so that she would be at a more convenient height for the caning she was about to receive. Trembling, the little girl stood on the box.
'Now girl, bend over and grab your ankles.'
Susan bent over as requested, displaying her pale, bare bum to the assembled school. A hush descended on the assembly as Miss Trunchman chose her position behind and to one side of the young girl. With her legs slightly apart for balance, she swung the cane up behind her shoulder and then, keeping her eye on Susan's bare bottom, brought the cane down with a whoosh, connecting with the bare flesh with a resounding Thwaack. Susan expelled the air in her lungs with a gasp, straightening up and grasping her bottom with both hands.'
'I do not recall asking you to move,' said Miss Trunchman. 'Back into position girl.'
Trembling and sobbing, Susan bent over once more and the girls in the assembly could see a pink line running across the centre of the young girl's bum.
Miss Trunchman swung the cane once more and with unerring accuracy, born of years of experience, produced a second line one inch above the first. This time, poor Susan lost any remnants of dignity, doing a frenzied dance on the little box, sobbing and desperately rubbing her ravaged bum.
'One more to go, young lady. Down you go.'
'Oh no pleeese, Miss,' sobbed Susan. 'Please no more Miss.'
Susan's class mates on the front row of the hall looked on in appalled silence. Susan was a popular girl and her friends were all very aware that it could have been any one of them occupying Susan's unenviable position on the stage.
Miss Trunchman was resolute.
'Get into position now girl. If you keep the school waiting any longer you can join the punishment queue again and come back for three more. Now what is to be be?'
Sobbing loudly, Susan bent over once more. The cane hissed down and with a dreadful thwack, a third stripe appeared. Now there were three neat lines. Susan would be reminded of her punishment every time she sat down and it would be days before the stripes faded away.
'Knickers up girl and march off.'
As Susan pulled up her panties and walked to the side of the stage with as much dignity as she could muster, the second girl in the line up at the head of the stairs looked miserable as she contemplated her fate. Her name was Sarah and as Miss Sutherland informed the assembly, she had been caught stealing chocolate from another girl's locker.
'I will not tolerate stealing of any sort. Small things soon develop into bigger things. You will receive three strokes of the tawse on each hand. Fingers that steal will feel pain. Miss Trunchman, please continue.'
'March on for punishment, Sarah,' ordered Miss Trunchman.
Sarah, just a little older than the first girl to be punished, walked to Miss Trunchman at the middle of the stage.
' Lift up your skirt, girl,' snapped Miss Trunchman.
Sarah looked up at the deputy headmistress in disbelief. The awarded punishment was to be on her hands. Why did she need to lift her skirt?
'I am waiting girl. Lift it now.'
Her heart in her mouth, Sarah took hold of the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her mid thighs.
'Right up, Sarah. Right up to your waist.'
Slowly Sarah lifted the skirt until her white cotton knickers were visible above her skinny legs.
Miss Trunchman reached down and, hooking her fingers into the elastic of Sarah's panties, yanked them down, exposing her bald slit.
'But why....?' spluttered Sarah.
'You are wondering why it is necessary to pull down your panties, when you are to punished on your hands. It is quite simple girl. Much of the deterrent value of the chastisement is in the humiliation it causes. So at St Jude's we make a practice of causing maximum embarrassment by taking down panties for all punishments. Now Sarah, please hold out your left hand for the tawse and use your right hand to hold your skirt right up.'
Sarah duly held out one hand as she held her skirt aloft with the other, exposing herself to the assembled school. Some of the teachers had to clamp their thighs together as they felt the juices in the loins begin to flow.
'OUCH!!' cried Sarah as the tawse came down on her extended fingers. The leather tawse is an extremely painful instrument. The fingers feel as if they are swelling up like sausages. The agony is severe.
'Now the other hand Sarah and keep that skirt up.'
Sarah took hold of the hem of her skirt with her damaged fingers. It was difficult, because she could hardly feel the material, the pain in her fingers was so severe. She held out the trembling fingers of her right hand. The tawse came down again and Sarah shrieked and shook her hand as if that would somehow reduce the agony.
'Change hands,' ordered Miss Trunchman. The process was repeated until the final stroke. By this time Sarah's fingers were so numb that she found herself unable to hold the hem of her skirt up and allowed it to fall, covering her naked pubic area.
'Sarah, I told you to keep your skirt up at all times. You have disobeyed me.'
'But Miss,' sobbed Sarah, 'I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to.'
'No excuses girl. Your disobedience will incur further punishment.' Then addressing the headmistress, Miss Sutherland, Miss Trunchman asked 'Have I your permission to proceed with further punishment, headmistress?'
'Of course, Miss Trunchman. These girls must learn to obey simple instructions.'
'Right, turn around and bend over girl and keep that skirt up.' ordered Miss Trunchman.
Sobbing uncontrollably from the agony in her fingers, Sarah turned round and bent over, exposing her pale, dimpled bottom. Miss Trunchman brought the tawse swiftly down on Sarah's bottom. Immediately a bright red mark appeared. Sarah shrieked and put her damaged fingers to her now very sore buttocks.
'You may pull up your panties now and march off the stage.'
Sarah struggled to pull up her panties with her swollen fingers. When she had finished she walked off the stage, tears rolling down her face.
The third and final girl for punishment was somewhat older than Sarah. Miss Sutherland read out the offence to a hushed hall.
'Daphne has committed a very grave offence. She has (and I hesitate to read this out) made one of the younger girls perform an act of cunnilingus on her. If you younger girls do not know what this means, then you will have to look it up in the dictionary.'
As she heard the head mistress's words, Miss Jones, the first form tutor, squirmed in her seat. How she hoped that one of her new pupils would soon perform such an act on her.
'For such a serious offence, Daphne will receive a severe punishment. Miss Trunchman, I believe you know what is required.'
'Of course headmistress. Daphne march to the centre of the stage and remove your skirt and knickers.'
Daphne did as she was told and some of the younger girls drew in their breath in admiration as they saw the unruly blond pubic hair adorning Daphne's pubic area.
Miss Trunchman ordered Daphne over to a bench with two vertical posts at each side. Daphne was ordered to lay on the bench, her bottom close to the edge. Then Miss Trunchman took each ankle in turn and secured them to the top of the posts with leather straps. The result was that Daphne's legs were pulled wide apart, exposing her vagina so that all of the pupils and teachers had a clear view of her teenage slit. Some the teachers could feel the gussets of their panties getting wet with excitement. Many of the younger pupils were horrified, hoping that they would never suffer such a dreadful fate. Some of the older pupils watched in rapt fascination, wondering what form Daphne's punishment was to take. They were soon to find out.
Miss Trunchman took the tawse, recently used on Sarah's hands and laid it carefully on Daphne's vagina.
'How may strokes, Headmistress?' asked Miss Trunchman.
'You just carry on Miss Trunchman. I will tell you when to stop.'
Miss Trunchman raised the tawse and Daphne tensed, knowing what was to come. The tawse descended onto Daphne's exposed vagina, causing Daphne to suck in her breath and raise her bottom off the bench. Those on the front row saw her anus contract and dilate in an involuntary spasm.
Miss Trunchman looked at the head mistress, who nodded at Miss Trunchman. Once again the tawse descended and this time Daphne let out a gasp as the pain went through her exposed loins like an electric shock. The pupils nearest to the stage could see that Daphne's labia had become reddened by the strokes.
Again the tawse descended and Daphne arched her back and shrieked in her pain as she felt the shock raging through her labia, which had begun to swell up under the severe blows inflicted on her vagina.
The girls and teachers watched in mixtures of fascination and horror at the scene enacted before them. Miss Jones, the first form tutor had an involuntary orgasm as she pressed her thighs together and soaked the gusset of her panties.
After six severe strokes from the tawse, Miss Sutherland told her deputy to stop. Daphne lay back on the bench. Her vagina was red and swollen and Daphne sobbed bitterly. Miss Trunchman let her lay their for some moments, so that the school could see the damage done to Daphne's private parts. Finally she unfastened the ankle straps and Daphne struggled to her feet and put her clothes back on.
Punishment Day at St Jude's was over for another month.
THE END
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