Jennifer stood quietly in Mr. Chalmers' office and fidgeted.  She 
knew she was in trouble, and going to get a spanking.  This would 
be her fourth spanking.  Once, she got caught with a boy.  She was 
spanked soundly, as the boy had his hand up her skirt when they 
were caught.  The other two spankings were for smoking.
 
Jennifer did not feel good, however, about this one.  Mrs. Symons 
was present, and that meant trouble.  She had heard some stories 
about girls who got spanked by Mrs. Symons, and they were not 
very nice.  Worcester Academy permitted spanking of the girls, but 
only over the skirt, with a witness present, and using a paddle.  
Jennifer had heard that Mrs. Symons used a small, plastic cane, 
which was fluted, and spanked the girls nude.
  
"This is her third offence, Mr. Chalmers," said Mrs. Symons.  "The 
girl must be taught a lesson that will stay with her for a very long 
time.  She must think of this every time she chooses to smoke."

"Yes, I must agree," said Mr. Chalmers.  "You have had the paddle 
before, girl.  Have you ever had anything on the bare?"
 
"No, Sir," whimpered Jennifer.
  
Mrs. Symons went behind the desk and picked up the cane.  It was 
roughly four feet long, and thin.  There was a handle or grip of 
some sort on one end.  From the middle to the other end was some 
sort of fluted plastic.  Jennifer winced and curled her toes when 
she got a look at it.
  	
Mrs. Symons put the business end of the cane on Jennifer's leg, at 
knee level.  She then lifted the cane up above Jennifer's hip, hiking 
her navy school skirt as she did so.  Mrs. Symons did not stop 
until the cane was at waist level.  The hiked skirt revealed a 
package of Marlboro Lights snugly tucked into Jennifer's panty.
  
"You see," said Mrs. Symons, "the girls hide them in their 
underwear.  They think we will not discover them.  A bit of 
investigation is all that it takes."
 
"Yes," said Mr. Chalmers. "I had never thought of looking there.  Of 
course," he said laughingly, "I would not be permitted."
  
"Off with the skirt, girl, and quickly!" commanded Mrs. Symons.  
"And the shoes and socks as well."
  
Jennifer undid her skirt and folded it over the back of the chair.  
Then she removed her shoes and knee socks, placing the socks in 
the shoes and underneath the chair.
  
"Center of the room, girl!  Hands on your head!" shouted Mrs. 
Symons.

Jennifer stood in the center of the room with her hands on her 
head.  She bit her lip and shifted her weight back and forth on her 
feet.
  
"Clever, very clever indeed," said Mr. Chalmers.  "Keeping the 
cigarettes on the left hip, and the lighter on the right.  Of course, 
Mrs. Symons, that way no telltale lump would show."
  
"Yes, they think they are so clever, these youngsters," said Mrs. 
Symons.  "And, when they are forty or so, and hacking and 
wheezing their lungs and hearts out, their cleverness manifests 
itself."
  
Mrs. Symons now moved very quickly.  She reached inside 
Jennifer's panty and removed first the lighter, and then the 
cigarettes.  Jennifer gasped as she did so.  Mrs. Symons displayed 
a sly, very evil smile at Jennifer's reaction.
  
"I'll have the blouse as well, Jennifer.  Remove it and place it with 
your other clothing," ordered Mrs. Symons.
  
Jennifer slowly unbuttoned her blouse, neatly folding it and 
placing it over her skirt.  She then returned to the center of the 
room, placing her hands on her head.  Jennifer shivered a bit, and 
shifted on her feet.  She was quite embarrassed, standing there in 
front of the two teachers in only her bra and panty.

" Mrs. Symons, is it really necessary to go this far, having her 
humiliated this much?" queried Mr. Chalmers.

"Yes," responded Mrs. Symons.  "She must be taught a severe 
lesson."

Mrs. Symons gently tapped the cane on Jennifer's bottom.  Then 
she proceeded to rub it over her backside.  She was teasing and 
exploring, taking delight in Jennifer's squirming as the cane gently 
rubbed about the bottom.
  
"Now, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons, "you must be taught a severe 
lesson.  I suspect you will remember this for a long, long time.  
Remove your panties and go lean on the desk."
  
Jennifer quickly removed her panties, blushing a very deep red.  
She felt quite humiliated, clad in only her bra.  She then leaned on 
the desk, her legs tightly held together.

Mrs. Symons gently rubbed the cane over Jennifer's upraised 
backside.
   
"Spread your legs quite wide, Jennifer," said Mrs. Symons.
  
Jennifer gasped a bit, and then cried a little.  She spread her legs 
quite far apart.  Her tears were from humiliation.  She knew they 
would soon mingle with tears of pain.
  
Mrs. Symons gently rubbed with the cane over Jennifer's backside.  
She slowly rolled the cane, almost caressing the girl's bare bottom.  
She grinned, taking a great deal of pleasure in the fact that the girl 
was so humiliated and exposed.  Mrs. Symons was enjoying it to 
the fullest.
  
Mr. Chalmers felt a bit uncomfortable with the whole episode.  He 
knew, however, it was for the best.  Besides, he was quite hard 
watching the whole affair.  He would pleasure Mrs. Chalmers a 
great deal tonight.
  
Mrs. Symons rubbed a bit more, and then brought the cane down 
on Jennifer's backside in two short, sharp strokes.  She smiled as 
she saw two faint red lines appear.

"Ow!" cried Jennifer, jumping up and rubbing.  "That really stung, 
Mrs. Symons!"
  
"Now, get back down there, Jennifer, and stay down!" commanded 
Mrs. Symons.  "I will do the rubbing, or else you will get twenty 
strokes instead of ten.  Understood?"
  
"Yes, Mrs. Symons," responded Jennifer.

Jennifer was gasping from the sting, and she leaned back down.  
She felt as if her whole backside was on fire, and the fire was 
burning deeply.  She leaned forward and tried to brace for more.
  
Mrs. Symons parted Jennifer's thighs with the cane, and then 
gently rubbed it over Jennifer's bottom.  After a few gentle rubs 
with the cane, Mrs. Symons delivered two more quick whacks.
  
Jennifer gasped, bit her lip, and fought back some more tears.  Her 
backside was stinging and burning.  She shivered, and then she 
felt the hand of Mrs. Symons softly rubbing on her bottom.  The 
rub felt nice, and she relaxed a bit.   This was a mistake.

Mrs. Symons quickly delivered two more strokes with the cane in 
sharp succession.  Jennifer gasped, cried out, and the tears 
flowed.  Her backside was on fire.  The heat was going all the way 
through her bottom, her thighs, and right down to her most tender 
of places.  And, to make the humiliation worse, Jennifer was wet.
  
"Now," Mrs. Symons said, quite calmly, "You have gotten six.  You 
have four more coming.  Are you learning to enjoy smoking, 
Jennifer?"
  
"No, Mrs. Symons," gasped out Jennifer.  "I will not smoke 
anymore.   I promise that."
  
"No, I am quite certain you will not," said Mrs. Symons.  "These 
last four will be the hardest.  Then you will be finished."
  
Jennifer leaned forward and wiggled a little trying to make the pain 
go away.  She was completely unprepared for the next two with the 
cane.  The burn was insane!  Jennifer felt as if her whole 
midsection were on fire.  And her pussy was tingling!  She cried 
loudly, the tears coming freely.  The pain and the humiliation were 
too much for her.  She bit her lip, closed her eyes, and waited for 
the last two strokes.
  
Mrs. Symons smiled.  This girl was divine.  She was shaking and 
twitching like a leaf in the wind.  And Mrs. Symons could see the 
wetness between Jennifer's legs.
  
Mrs. Symons quickly let go with the two final strokes.  They were 
hard and fast, raising lovely red stripes.  Jennifer gasped, and then 
the tears flowed freely.  She lay across the desk shaking all over.
  
"Now," commanded Mrs. Symons, "go to the center of the room, 
Jennifer, and stand, hands on head.  Be smart about it."
  
Jennifer rose from the desk and slowly shuffled to the center of the 
room.  She put her hands on her head.  Tears of pain and 
humiliation flowed from her eyes.  And her mound was well lubed, 
for all to see.
  
"You will stand there for fifteen minutes," commanded Mrs. 
Symons, "and contemplate your smoking habit."
  
Jennifer stood in the center of the room, shaking all over.  The 
fifteen minutes seemed like an eternity.  But she had stopped 
sniffling, and the shaking had stopped.  She had suddenly come to 
the realization she was dressed only in a bra, and blushed bright 
red.
  
"There will be no more smoking." Correct, girl?" queried Mr. 
Chalmers.
  
"Yes, Sir," responded Jennifer.  She could not decide whether she 
was more aroused or embarrassed by this whole affair.
  
The two teachers left after ten minutes.  Jennifer stood there for 
five more, then very slowly dressed and made her way to her dorm 
room.



