PUNISHMENT BOOK (Mf teen hs span mas anal)

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 it 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 your 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.
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!"
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