Six Very Naughty Girls (3 page)

"I'm sorry to see you here, Carol. You know that I am going to slipper you. It's going to hurt, but it is for your benefit and I hope and expect that you will learn an important lesson from this afternoon' experience.

"Now, bend over my desk and grasp the other side."

Carol was taller than
Susan
and was able to reach the edge of the desk, although she had to stretch a bit to do so. She took a tight hold.

Helen saw the girl
’
s blue school skirt tauten over her rear. Evidently Carol, like Jenny, was to get her
slippering
over her skirt.

Miss
Masters
delivered six sharp blows with her slipper in rapid succession. Carol squealed at each whack, but stayed in place. When she was told to stand she jigged up and down on her feet, rubbing her burning rear through her school skirt. She was not crying, but Helen could see that she was just on the point of tears.

"Go and wait outside the study,
Carol
, and send Tara Henderson in to see me."

Her face blushing bright red,
Carol
left the room.

The next girl was, once again, a contrast.
Carol
had been one of the youngest girls at the school and Tara was one of the oldest - nineteen years of age. Miss
Masters
delivered a long lecture, telling Tara how disgusted she was to see a senior girl sent there for punishment.

"I expect a young lady of your age to have learned how to behave and not to be sent to me for disgraceful behaviour, as you have been! I am appalled that any girl at this school, let alone a senior, should act as you have done."

Tara let the headmistress's words wash over her and just stared straight ahead impassively. She knew that she wouldn't be leaving the room without a very sore bottom and she just wanted the headmistress to get on with it. Miss
Masters
continued:

"I don't like using the cane, Tara. You will be the first girl I've had to cane this year. But you have left me no choice."

Helen noticed a slight tremor pass over Tara's face as the teacher mentioned the cane, but it was soon gone and the girl stared out impassively again.

"Helen! Fetch me the cane. It's on the cabinet, next to where you found the slipper."

Helen did as she was told. Tara darted a vicious glance at her. Helen realised that the older girl was by no means keen to have her as a witness to her punishment. The teacher motioned to Helen to return to her corner.

Miss
Masters
tested the cane by slashing it viciously through the air. The "whirring" sound produced was astonishingly loud. Helen's mouth opened in shock. Tara remained standing still and looking forward, her expression unchanged.

"Very well! bend over my desk, Tara, and grasp the other side."

The tall blonde girl had less difficulty than
Carol
had had in complying. Miss
Masters
took hold of the sixth former's skirt and rolled it up out of the way. For a moment Helen wondered if the teacher was going to pull the girl's knickers down as she had
Susan
's, but instead the teacher stepped back and stood for a moment regarding her target. Tara was a tall girl with a full, womanly figure and her large bottom was generously curved. Miss
Masters
tapped her cane across the tightly stretched knickers and watched the involuntary wriggling as the schoolgirl awaited her first stroke of the cane.

The teacher pulled back the cane and whipped it down with as much force as her earlier practice stroke - ignoring the fact that this time the target was not thin air but vulnerable human flesh.

The cane smashed into Tara's nineteen year old rear with tremendous force, producing a noise like a pistol shot. Helen saw the long, slender cane dent deep into the girl's resilient flesh before bouncing back again.

A shudder ran through Tara's whole body as the awful sting bit in, but she controlled herself, merely giving vent to a rather un-feminine grunt. The headmistress drew back the cane for another, equally violent, stroke, producing a similar result.

The force of the strokes horrified the watching Helen. It was as though the teacher intended to bury the cane deep in the flesh of the bending girl. The eighteen year old couldn't help admiring the courage of the older girl. She realised that Tara's thin school knickers could provide no protection against the intense sting that cane must be causing. In any case Helen could see that the tip of the cane was digging into bare flesh on Tara's right flank, unprotected by even the thin school knickers.

After the fourth stroke the teacher paused for a moment. Cane in hand, she walked around the desk. Glad of any respite, however short-lived, Tara wriggled her bottom cheeks urgently, trying to dissipate the awful sting. She knew her headmistress too well to hope that her punishment might be coming to an early end.

The nineteen year
old's
face was masked by her long blonde hair. Miss
Masters
brushed it aside, cupped the girl's chin with her left hand and lifted it up. Tara's eyes were pressed tightly shut but tears were squeezing their way out - evidence of the fact that, despite her bravery, the caning was really hurting the nineteen year old. Miss
Masters
smiled.

"It hurts, Tara, doesn't it? And I've saved the best for last! I'm going to make the last two strokes ones that you won't forget for a long time. I don't think you'll be feeling very like sitting down for the next week or so!"

With that she dropped Tara's head and walked calmly back behind the bending girl. Helen saw her large bottom tense in a vain preparation for what was coming. The teacher raised the cane high over her shoulders and brought it lashing down through the air. It made an incredibly loud whirring sound
as it whipped down. Helen could see that it wasn't aimed for Tara's rear end, but for thin air - but Tara couldn't and she squealed loudly in anticipation.

Miss
Masters
smiled again and darted a glance of triumph in Helen's direction. Then she raised the cane again and whacked it down again, but this time in good earnest across Tara's quivering behind. The girl's will had almost been broken now and she screamed loudly as the pain bit in. She would not have supposed it to be possible but the headmistress had kept her word - that stroke had hurt even more than any of its predecessors. She squirmed frantically over the desk, almost standing up, but somehow controlled herself and remained in place. The teacher nodded approvingly and drew back her cane.

"Just one more to come, Tara. I think we'll try to get it right on top of that last one!"

"No, miss, please, no.
Ow
. . .
ow
. . .
oww
. . . oh! Not there, no,
pleeease
!"

Miss
Masters
was not inclined to be merciful. Tara's large bottom could take a sound caning and she intended to make sure that her "six of the best" were, indeed, the best she could muster. The sixth stroke was the hardest of all and it landed just half an inch below the marks left by the fifth. This represented excellent aiming on Miss
Masters
part, considering the way the tall girl's bottom was bucking and weaving! Tara gave vent to an ear-splitting shriek that terrified Helen. Outside on the playing fields the girls who heard it thanked their lucky stars that it was not their own bottoms being spanked.

Miss
Masters
stood back.

"Stand up, Tara!"

The teenage schoolgirl obeyed. Her school skirt fell back into place as she did so, covering the ravaged area, but the tall girl immediately put her hands up under the skirt, rubbing herself cautiously, exploring the tender, swelling
weals
.

"Hands outside your skirt!"

Tara obeyed, but continued to try to comfort her blazing bottom through the material of her blue school skirt, moving her weight from one foot to the other in her intense discomfort. Miss
Masters
opened the study door and beckoned the two other girls in.

Three girls with freshly spanked bottoms stood in a row in front of their headmistress's desk.
Susan
and Tara were both still in tears and, although
Carol
appeared to have recovered her equanimity, her hands were still pressed to the back of her school skirt. Miss
Masters
walked back to her seat, unconcernedly let the cane drop with a clatter next to the plimsoll on her desk, and then made a great parade of smoothing her skirt and sitting down with every appearance of pleasure and relief. She knew very well that for at least two of the girls in front of her "sitting down" would be a problematic exercise for some time to come.

After a short lecture the headmistress presented the girls with an interesting choice. Helen had seen their punishments - if they wished they could remain in the study, standing in disgrace hands on head, until it was time for Helen's
slippering
which they could then witness in their turn.

But both
Susan
and Tara turned down the offer immediately.
Susan
just wanted to be by herself and to cry away her shame and humiliation. And Tara was looking forward to lying face down on her bed
with her knickers down. Her study mate, Andrea, should be there - together with a jar of soothing zinc and castor oil cream that she had bought in anticipation!

Carol
, who had almost recovered from her own
slippering
, would not have minded seeing Helen's punishment, but she did not want to be the only girl to say so, and she went along with the others. The three girls went out, leaving Helen alone with the headmistress once more.

"Well, Helen!" she said brightly, "Now you have a better idea as to what to expect! Now face the corner again and stand there, hands on head, until I tell you to turn round."

Time passed slowly for the naughty eighteen year old as she stood there in disgrace in the corner. She seemed to have been standing there for ages but then the old-fashioned clock in the study chimed for the half hour. She had only been standing there for a few minutes and there was still a quarter of an hour to go before her
slippering
was due to start.

From time to time she heard happy sounds from the schoolgirls at leisure in the grounds. Their happiness seemed to make her present situation even worse. She wondered if Jenny was out enjoying herself or if she was thinking about her. Helen's position became intensely uncomfortable, her arms began to really ache, but she didn't dare to move her clasped hands from her head for fear of painful consequences. The only item of interest was when a fly landed on the wall just in front of her. Helen tried to amuse herself by guessing which way it would crawl; but it soon flew away and Helen was left to her boring discomfort.

Poor Helen started to cry quietly to herself as she stood there, thinking about what had happened to the other girls and what was in store for her own bottom. She was not sure that she would feel very much like playing netball afterwards. But if she didn't play, or played badly, the whole thing had been in vain and she might as well have accepted the detention as she'd first intended. Mentally, she cursed her persuasive friends. It was all very well for them! They weren't standing here with their knickers on show in the presence of an angry, and very fit, headmistress! And that awful cane was still on her desk. Why?

As she stood there, the unhappy Helen wasn't sure whether she wanted the clock to chime again quickly, or not at all.

Time passed at its normal pace, ignoring the wretched Helen's thoughts, and suddenly the clock chimed. Helen ju
mped; it was her turn at last.

The headmistress rose and walked into the centre of the room.

"All right, Helen! Take your hands off your head and walk over here, facing me."