Julia had been totally mortified when she was caught smoking and told to report to the headmaster after school. She had of course kept the bad news to herself but was worried if she risked getting expelled. It turned out that she should not have worried about the disgrace of expulsion​​​​​, but should have been more concerned with the state of her backside after such a visit.

The Head curtly informed her that the punishment for smoking for senior girls was a caning. Before poor Julia could protest she found herself touching her toes in front of the desk, as the Head retrieved his trusty cane. She felt extremely foolish in such a vulnerable position, but worse was to come when, without warning her school skirt was pulled up over her haunches, and her knickers were yanked down to her knees. It happened so quickly that Julia could barely register what was happening to her. As if in a dream she heard a command to brace herself and felt a few perfunctory taps of the cane across her bare behind. The beating was extremely rapid and efficient. Six expertly applied strokes later and poor Julia was upright again, hopping around, whilst rubbing her now terribly sore and throbbing buttocks. It had all happened so fast that tears were only just beginning to make her eyes glisten, as the pain and humiliation hit home.

She left the Head’s study in a daze, her bottom blazing hot and aflame, causing her great discomfort as she walked along the corridor. She was confused though that such mistreatment by the headmaster only made her crush on him all the greater. Despite the weals he had raised on her bottom with his cane, she find herself fantasising as she relived all the details of her thrashing, shivering with excitement as she remembers how her had yanked her underwear down, and the feel of his hard hands as he pulled them back up again afterwards. She wished he could be there now as she reaches down and begins to take care of the itch in her nether regions…

Yours

K.Howarth.

Manchester.