Six Very Naughty Girls (2 page)

"Come in!"

Helen cringed in the corner, wishing that the earth would gape wide and swallow her.

A fourteen year old girl entered the study. It was not the first time that
Susan
Higgs
had been sent for the slipper and the mischievous little girl entered the room with a cheeky smile on her face. She knew that the next few minutes would not be pleasant, but it hadn't hurt too much the other times and she didn't expect this time to be any different. She was, however, rather surprised to see the tall girl standing in the corner. But the way the older girl's skirt was pinned up, revealing her
knickered
bottom, made the purpose of her visit rather obvious.

Miss
Masters
took note of the naughty girl's cheeky grin. She didn't like it when girls returned for punishment too frequently. She would wipe that smile off her face soon enough!

First she asked Helen to turn around.

"You've never had the slipper, have you Helen? Well, it should be instructive for you to witness some punishments before your own bottom receives its warming.

"First, fetch me the slipper. It's on the top of that cabinet."

Helen saw the "slipper" - actually a large black slip-on plimsoll - and passed it to the teacher, trying to avoid the eyes of the younger girl who, she realised, was staring curiously at her. A cane was lying on top of the cabinet next to the plimsoll. As she saw it Helen felt that, bad as things were, they could have been much worse.

Miss
Masters
turned her attention to
Susan
.

"Bend down,
Susan
, and hold onto your legs as far down as you can. You are becoming altogether too regular a visitor here. I shall try to discourage you from wanting to pay further visits! Twelve strokes, I think,
Susan
."

Helen, watching the bending girl, saw no sign of a reaction, but
Susan
was actually a little worried - she had expected no more than eight whacks at most; last time she had got six and that had been bending over the desk.

Susan
was soon more worried, still. The headmistress had rolled her blue skirt up, well she had expected that. But then she felt the teacher's hands on her navy knickers, pulling them down!

"Oh no, miss. Not on the bare!" Taken by surprise
Susan
's voice was high-pitched, almost a squeak.

"Oh YES, miss! Not smiling now, are we? You've been asking for this and I intend to give you exactly what you deserve! And I advise you to stay bent down, unless you want extra." The teacher pulled the knickers down until they were clear of the girl's bottom.

Helen felt great sympathy for the naughty girl. She knew that her mere presence there as the girl was forced to display her naked buttocks was aggravating her punishment. Despite her sympathy she could not resist gazing at the bared behind. It was so small, so white. What would the headmistress's slipper do to it? She, and
Susan
, were soon to find out . . .

Helen watched as the headmistress drew the slipper back and then whipped it forward and down onto the white flesh of the fourteen year old girl's bottom. The force of the stroke almost caused
Susan
to topple forward. Helen was horrified at the force the headmistress was using. It was much harder than she had expected - and this was the punishment of a girl in the year below her own. Her punishment might be even worse.

Outside the door of the headmistress's study two naughty schoolgirls also heard the loud sound as the slipper smacked into
Susan
's bottom and felt their spirits drop even lower. It sounded frighteningly loud, even through the wooden door. At least there had been no answering yell from the
young girl
. . .

But
Susan
had only just restrained herself from crying out. The girl had twisted her head round and Helen saw the expression of shock on her face as she looked back at her chastiser. This was hurting a lot more than
Susan
had expected. A bright red stain slowly spread across the pale flesh.

Miss
Masters
was only starting. She walloped the slipper down, again and again, on the exposed bare flesh. By the time the fifth stroke had made its stinging contact
Susan
's resistance was fast disappearing and she gave vent to a shrill cry of pain.

"Stay still, girl! Straighten your legs!"

The schoolgirl did her best to obey. She straightened her legs, displaying her now reddened bottom as a tempting target, but was unable to stay quite still. Her little bottom weaved from side to side.

The teacher paused for a moment. She knew that she was now beginning to get through to the silly little girl and she wanted the next stroke, which would mark the half way point of the punishment to really sting. She studied the red, squirming bottom. She had made a good start, but the real punishment was still to come.

She took a firm grip on the plimsoll and took a step back, before stepping forward again and lashing the slipper down with full force for the hardest stroke yet. This time the reaction was dramatic.
Susan
yelped in pain and leapt upright, several inches into the air. She almost fell over as her knickers dropped to her ankles, unbalancing her. She righted herself, kicking her knickers off, and twisted round to face the teacher, her hands tenderly cupping her outraged bottom cheeks. Helen saw that
Susan
had started to cry. She looked like a little girl now, not the smart-aleck teenager she had appeared when she had entered the room.

"Please, miss, no more!" pleaded the teenager, "Please! It really hurts!"

"It's going to hurt a lot more before I finish, lady! A
slippering
is not meant to be a pleasant experience. And I meant what I said earlier. If you don't get yourself bent down again right now, you will get extra strokes."

"Oh, please miss, no. Please. Have a heart, I won't ever smoke again. Ever!"

The headmistress was implacable. "Bend over,
Susan
, unless you want four extra whacks!"

The formerly rebellious teenager sniffed back a tear, grimaced and made up her mind to it. Slowly she turned round and leant forward again, presenting her smarting bottom to further ministrations from Miss
Masters
slipper.

"Well done,
Susan
. You're being sensible. And remember - this is your last chance. If you stand up again, or try to put your hands in the way, you will get extra strokes."

With that the teacher adjusted
Susan
's skirt, which had fallen back down again, and resumed the punishment. Each stroke seemed, to the watching Helen, to be just as hard as the earlier ones, and each stroke brought frantic
wrigglings
and loud cries of genuine pain from the bending girl. Outside the room two waiting girls looked at each other in horror.

Helen counted each stroke as it smacked home, dismally reflecting that soon she would be in
Susan
's place. The fourteen year old was reacting vociferously to each whack but she was evidently determined to stay in position for the whole of her punishment. But Helen was shocked when
Susan
jumped up again after only eleven strokes. Had the girl miscounted, or had the cumulative effect of the
slippering
broken her resolve?

Whichever was the case the spanked girl danced around the room holding her bottom and sobbing loudly. Miss
Masters
ignored her.

She beckoned to Helen. "Come over here, Helen. Pull out that chair and sit down!"

Wonderingly, Helen obeyed. She was not about to ignore the headmistress in her present mood.

Now the teacher turned to the weeping girl. She caught hold of her and pulled her face up to look her in the eyes.

"I told you that you would receive twelve strokes, and so you will. This behaviour does not impress me at all. You must learn to accept the consequences of your behaviour. As I can't trust you to stay in position by yourself, you will go over Helen
Robson
's lap and she will hold you in place. You will receive the one remaining stroke of your punishment, plus two penalty strokes."

Susan
's will to resist seemed to have been broken. Obediently she lowered herself across the older girl's lap, still sobbing pitifully.

The teacher pulled
Susan
's skirt up once more and Helen's eyes opened wide at the close-up sight of the poor girl's bottom. It glowed so bright a red that Santa Claus, had he been given the choice, would have selected
Susan
's bum rather than Rudolph's nose to guide his sleigh.

"Hold her tightly, Helen. If she gets up again it'll be your bottom that pays for it, not hers!"

Helen was grateful that
Susan
was small for her age, but the girl was obviously in real pain and she wriggled like an eel.

The eighteen year old winced as the slipper came thudding in again onto the younger girl's bottom, evoking frantic yells and wild
writhings
and
squirmings
. If anything the last three whacks, now that
Susan
was securely held, were even harder than their predecessors.

Finally it was all over. Breathing somewhat heavily, Miss
Masters
looked at Helen.

"All right, girl. You can let her go now."

Helen released her grip. The
young
girl, still writhing, fell to the floor and rolled over and over, crying like a baby.

Miss
Masters
watched impassively for a moment and then walked to her and grasped her long black hair, now wildly disarranged.

"Stand up,
Susan
, it's all over."

The spanked girl stood up, although her shaking legs looked as though they might give way. Tears were still cascading from her eyes.

"Put your knickers back on!"

Susan
stumbled over to where her discarded knickers lay and slowly eased them up over her sore and swollen rear. Her school skirt fell back into place.

"I hope that that will serve as a lesson to you
Susan
. I don't want to see you sent here for punishment ever again. But if you are, you can rest assured that next time will hurt a lot more . . .

"Now go out and tell Carol
Dexter
to come in. Then wait outside with Tara Henderson. I want to see all three of you together in my office when you've all been dealt with.

"Helen, stand up and return to the corner!"

On shaky legs
Susan
tottered from the office. Her place was taken by the second of the afternoon's victims.

In contrast to
Susan
, who had entered the study with a cheerful, cheeky grin on her face, Carol could not have looked more serious or sad. Carol, like Helen, had never been spanked before. She had heard the awful sounds of
Susan
's ordeal and had just seen the transformation a
slippering
had
wrought in the lively teenager. She was terrified at the thought of her bottom receiving similar treatment.

She stood with her arms at her side in front of the headmistress's desk. She did not take any notice of Helen's presence, too concerned at the thought of what was in store for her bottom.

Fortunately for her, Miss
Masters
had no intention of punishing her with anything like the same degree of severity she had considered appropriate for
Susan
.