New Erotic Story - Jayne and the Academy Gym - Part Two
The following story is for adults only and should not be read by or shown to those under eighteen. All characters in my stories are over the age of eighteen and above the age of consent. As with most of my stories it is F/F so if that is not your thing please don’t waste your time. The story is in four parts so really you need to read each part. Hope you enjoy..
Part Two of Jayne in the Academy Gym
"Now, unless there are any questions, you can begin to change. As soon as you're ready go into the gym and line up along the far wall facing the horse, with your hands on your heads. Remember to take your envelopes with you; and remember, time wasting will be punished!" And with that the gym mistress delivered another sharp slap to Louise's rear and told the unfortunate girl to stand up and find a place to change.
Jayne didn't expect that there would be any questions and she was just about to move towards the equipment cupboard when she heard a nervous voice. "Please, Miss!"
She looked around. It was the senior girl whose name she did not know.
"Samantha Ashton - Hall, isn't it? What is it, girl?"
"Please, Miss, can't we wear our own gym kit? I brought mine with me." This was the nineteen year old's first time at a punishment session. She was rather spoiled and didn't want to wear shorts that other girls had worn. School gym shorts were navy blue but Samantha's own shorts, like those of most of the girls, were white in colour.
Jayne thought that Miss Hyde looked a little annoyed at the unexpected question, but she answered pleasantly enough.
"No, Samantha. It's the same for everyone - school regulation kit."
But Samantha could not leave it alone. "Oh, please Miss. Why not?"
Jayne drew a deep breath. The stupid cow was going to get Miss Hyde angry and make it worse for everyone!
"Right! Out here Samantha!" snapped the teacher, taking the plimsoll from the shelf.
Jayne looked at the tall girl. Her face suddenly went white with shock and her mouth dropped open. She walked slowly to the front, looking close to tears.
"Stand where Louise did and bend forward."
The dejected girl obeyed, taking hold of the material of her dark grey trousers just below the knee. For a couple of moments Jayne thought she was going to say something, but in the end Samantha had just enough sense not to.
"Further over and keep your legs straight!" ordered the gym mistress.
As Samantha bent as far forward as she could Jayne saw the dark grey material at the seat of her trousers plump out as they stretched tautly over the nineteen year old's large and curvy rear.
Slipper in hand, the teacher turned to address the watching girls. "Samantha has, unintentionally I am sure, given me an opportunity for another useful demonstration. Louise is a more junior girl, so I let her off lightly. Now I will show you all, and especially Samantha, what a real slippering is like!"
She turned towards Samantha. "Right, Samantha. Stay bent over until I tell you you can get up."
With that she raised the slipper up above her shoulders and walloped it down, twisting her body as she did so to put all her force into the blow. Jayne saw immediately the gym mistress had not been bluffing. The severity of Louise's punishment had surprised her, but this was much worse. She saw the slipper dent deeply into the rounded curves of Samantha's trouser-clad bottom with a sound like a firework exploding.
The nineteen year old could not withhold a sharp "Oww!" but she remained bent over in position as the angry teacher continued to whack the rubber plimsoll down onto her large backside, concentrating on each bottom cheek alternately.
After six smacks Miss Hyde showed no sign of stopping and Samantha's yelps were beginning to sound more and more frantic. Another two smacks proved too much for the naughty teenager. With a frantic shriek she half straightened and one hand went to her right bottom cheek to protect it from further blows from that slipper. But Miss Hyde did not pause. Instead she whipped the slipper down for another smack, just as hard, to land right on top of the back of Samantha's hand.
"Yeeoww! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Samantha couldn't believe it. She twisted round dashing her injured hand to her lips where she blew on it and fondled it against her lips.
"I warned you," Miss Hyde said, unsympathetically. "And it's the same for all girls sent here for punishment. Anyone who stands up before I give permission, anyone who puts a hand in the way or tries in any way to avoid or delay punishment will get extra. Now, Samantha, bend over again right now - unless you want me to go and get my cane"
Evidently Samantha did not. Slowly the chastened girl resumed the punishment position, straightening her legs when told. Four more powerful smacks followed - each one harder than the last. Finally Miss Hyde stopped and stood back. Samantha was now crying loudly and wriggling her intensely sore bum from side to side.
"Well, Samantha. That concludes your punishment for arguing with me. I hope that you have learned your lesson and that your experience will prove a valuable example for the other girls here. But I warned you that putting a hand in the way would mean extra smacks. You have two more to come."
With that the teacher rapidly delivered two final hard wallops with the slipper. The earlier smacks had alternated but these both landed on Samantha's right buttock and, judging from her anguished yells, clearly hurt like hell. Samantha stayed bent over in position but at each impact her head shot upwards and her blonde hair flew wildly. Jayne knew that the posh girl had brought her punishment on herself, but she was beginning to feel sorry for her. Like everybody else she still had her full punishment to come.
"All right, Samantha. Stand up and return to your place."
Samantha stood up and her hands immediately went to rub her sore bottom. Jayne could hardly believe it and she heard gasps from the other girls that indicated that they, too, were astonished.
Miss Hyde grabbed Samantha by her shoulders. "Samantha! You're in the A stream, but you seem to have difficulties with your memory! I said no rubbing! Right! Bend over again!"
Poor Samantha turned to the angry teacher, her face screwed up. She mouthed the word "Please", but it was no use. Very slowly she bent forward again, presenting her sore and tender bottom for further punishment.
Again the smacks came hard and fast, concentrating on Samantha's right bottom cheek. Each one evoked a yell, but she managed to stay in place. Four more whacks, meaning that she'd taken eighteen smacks on her bottom plus the one on her hand. This time when she was told to stand she stood shifting her weight from foot to foot and squirming in pain, but kept her hands well away from her punished bottom.
"Well, madam," Miss Hyde enquired sarcastically, "do you think that's taught you not to rub yourself after a punishment?"
Samantha nodded, her lips still pressed tightly closed.
"Well, I think it's taught your bottom a lesson, but your hands still need to learn! Hold out your left hand!"
Samantha had learned something at least. She didn't argue with the teacher but obediently extended her left hand, palm up. Miss Hyde adjusted its position until she was satisfied and then whipped the plimsoll down across the soft flesh of the school girl's palm.
It didn't sound as loud as the noise of the slipper cracking onto the girl's tightly stretched trousers, but it obviously hurt - a lot. Samantha waved her hand frantically and hopped from foot to foot.
Miss Hyde stood there impassively. "Other hand!"
Samantha was very reluctant to hold out her right hand. It still throbbed from the smack it had received earlier. Eventually she did though and as soon as it was in position the gym mistress brought down her slipper again.
Jayne thought that Samantha's punishment must be over now. But Miss Hyde was not satisfied until both of the girl's hands had felt another slipper blow. Finally the teacher let her wriggle her way back to her place, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Any other questions?"
Unsurprisingly there were none. Miss Hyde positioned herself by the door to the gym and told the girls to start changing. Jayne selected a pair of navy shorts from the equipment cabinet. The material seemed very thin, almost worn through in parts and not particularly clean. Jayne tried another pair, but it was just as bad. Unhappily, the schoolgirl wondered if the seat of the shorts had worn thin as a result of the numerous blows it must have felt over the years from slipper and cane! As she changed she noticed Samantha Ashton - Hall wincing as she pulled down her trousers and her knickers. The whole of the tall girl's large bottom shone a bright red and looked bruised. Jayne took a deep breath and concentrated on getting changed as quickly as possible.
One by one the girls, in full gym kit apart from their plimsolls, began to pass through into the gym and to form a line where directed by the schoolmistress. Jayne was fairly quick in changing and she found herself between Sara Von Leyden and a dark skinned girl whom she didn't know. In the middle of the gym she saw the large gym horse over which she knew they were to be punished. And in the far corner, opposite the door to the changing room, she could see a small trestle from which a large plimsoll, evidently the twin to that which Louise and Samantha had felt, and a long slender cane hung suspended. Before very long, Jayne thought, one of those two implements would be whacking against her poor bottom. At the thought her hands crushed the red envelope in her dark hair as she suppressed their natural instinct to fly to her rear.
Samantha was the last girl of all. She was obviously still feeling the effects of her slippering and she walked slowly and carefully to take her place at the end of the line.
When all the girls were lined up Miss Hyde addressed them once more:
"I shall deal with you in the order in which you reported to me. When I call your name you will come forward and hand me your envelope. I will then tell you to bring me either the slipper or the cane. You will do so and then assume the punishment position across the horse. You will not leave that position until I tell you that you may do so. Is that understood?"
There was silence in reply. Miss Hyde consulted her list. "Lisa Tomkinson."
Out of the corner of her eye Jayne saw a small girl move forward. She handed the envelope to the teacher, who opened it and examined the contents. "Fetch me the slipper, Lisa", she ordered, dropping the envelope and the note onto the floor of the gym.
The girl began to walk towards the trestle but, on hearing Miss Hyde's "Faster girl!" broke into a trot. She returned and offered the plimsoll to the teacher.
"Over the horse, Lisa!"
It took the girl some time to get into position over the gym equipment. Miss Hyde made her reach right down the other side to grasp some hand holds. Jayne saw that the blue gym shorts were stretched tight over the girl's small bottom.
The teacher raised the plimsoll and took a step back. Jayne realised that Lisa could not know how many smacks she was going to get.
THWACKK!
The slipper came down at terrific speed, the sound of its contact with Lisa's shorts echoing around the gymnasium. Jayne realised that, despite the couple of years difference in the girls' ages, Miss Hyde was using as much force with Lisa as she had earlier with Samantha.
Bravely Lisa remained silent after that smack and for the two following. But the fourth smack brought out a sharp yell of pain which was repeated more frantically as another two slipper-smacks crashed onto the girl's smarting backside.
After six strokes the teacher stood back. Lisa squirmed across the horse in obvious discomfort, her bottom wriggling and her legs moving tremblingly.
"All right, Lisa. You can get down."
The little girl obeyed too quickly and in her hurry fell down, onto her sore bottom. She gasped in pain but, as she struggled to her feet, Jayne saw that she was quick-witted enough to resist the temptation to rub her behind.
On the teacher's instructions Lisa returned the slipper to the trestle and scuttled back. Miss Hyde then made her go over to one end of the wall bars and stretch herself right up as much as possible so as to grasp the highest bar she could. When she was satisfied with Lisa's position Miss Hyde consulted her list again.
End of Part Two
Part Two of Jayne in the Academy Gym
"Now, unless there are any questions, you can begin to change. As soon as you're ready go into the gym and line up along the far wall facing the horse, with your hands on your heads. Remember to take your envelopes with you; and remember, time wasting will be punished!" And with that the gym mistress delivered another sharp slap to Louise's rear and told the unfortunate girl to stand up and find a place to change.
Jayne didn't expect that there would be any questions and she was just about to move towards the equipment cupboard when she heard a nervous voice. "Please, Miss!"
She looked around. It was the senior girl whose name she did not know.
"Samantha Ashton - Hall, isn't it? What is it, girl?"
"Please, Miss, can't we wear our own gym kit? I brought mine with me." This was the nineteen year old's first time at a punishment session. She was rather spoiled and didn't want to wear shorts that other girls had worn. School gym shorts were navy blue but Samantha's own shorts, like those of most of the girls, were white in colour.
Jayne thought that Miss Hyde looked a little annoyed at the unexpected question, but she answered pleasantly enough.
"No, Samantha. It's the same for everyone - school regulation kit."
But Samantha could not leave it alone. "Oh, please Miss. Why not?"
Jayne drew a deep breath. The stupid cow was going to get Miss Hyde angry and make it worse for everyone!
"Right! Out here Samantha!" snapped the teacher, taking the plimsoll from the shelf.
Jayne looked at the tall girl. Her face suddenly went white with shock and her mouth dropped open. She walked slowly to the front, looking close to tears.
"Stand where Louise did and bend forward."
The dejected girl obeyed, taking hold of the material of her dark grey trousers just below the knee. For a couple of moments Jayne thought she was going to say something, but in the end Samantha had just enough sense not to.
"Further over and keep your legs straight!" ordered the gym mistress.
As Samantha bent as far forward as she could Jayne saw the dark grey material at the seat of her trousers plump out as they stretched tautly over the nineteen year old's large and curvy rear.
Slipper in hand, the teacher turned to address the watching girls. "Samantha has, unintentionally I am sure, given me an opportunity for another useful demonstration. Louise is a more junior girl, so I let her off lightly. Now I will show you all, and especially Samantha, what a real slippering is like!"
She turned towards Samantha. "Right, Samantha. Stay bent over until I tell you you can get up."
With that she raised the slipper up above her shoulders and walloped it down, twisting her body as she did so to put all her force into the blow. Jayne saw immediately the gym mistress had not been bluffing. The severity of Louise's punishment had surprised her, but this was much worse. She saw the slipper dent deeply into the rounded curves of Samantha's trouser-clad bottom with a sound like a firework exploding.
The nineteen year old could not withhold a sharp "Oww!" but she remained bent over in position as the angry teacher continued to whack the rubber plimsoll down onto her large backside, concentrating on each bottom cheek alternately.
After six smacks Miss Hyde showed no sign of stopping and Samantha's yelps were beginning to sound more and more frantic. Another two smacks proved too much for the naughty teenager. With a frantic shriek she half straightened and one hand went to her right bottom cheek to protect it from further blows from that slipper. But Miss Hyde did not pause. Instead she whipped the slipper down for another smack, just as hard, to land right on top of the back of Samantha's hand.
"Yeeoww! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Samantha couldn't believe it. She twisted round dashing her injured hand to her lips where she blew on it and fondled it against her lips.
"I warned you," Miss Hyde said, unsympathetically. "And it's the same for all girls sent here for punishment. Anyone who stands up before I give permission, anyone who puts a hand in the way or tries in any way to avoid or delay punishment will get extra. Now, Samantha, bend over again right now - unless you want me to go and get my cane"
Evidently Samantha did not. Slowly the chastened girl resumed the punishment position, straightening her legs when told. Four more powerful smacks followed - each one harder than the last. Finally Miss Hyde stopped and stood back. Samantha was now crying loudly and wriggling her intensely sore bum from side to side.
"Well, Samantha. That concludes your punishment for arguing with me. I hope that you have learned your lesson and that your experience will prove a valuable example for the other girls here. But I warned you that putting a hand in the way would mean extra smacks. You have two more to come."
With that the teacher rapidly delivered two final hard wallops with the slipper. The earlier smacks had alternated but these both landed on Samantha's right buttock and, judging from her anguished yells, clearly hurt like hell. Samantha stayed bent over in position but at each impact her head shot upwards and her blonde hair flew wildly. Jayne knew that the posh girl had brought her punishment on herself, but she was beginning to feel sorry for her. Like everybody else she still had her full punishment to come.
"All right, Samantha. Stand up and return to your place."
Samantha stood up and her hands immediately went to rub her sore bottom. Jayne could hardly believe it and she heard gasps from the other girls that indicated that they, too, were astonished.
Miss Hyde grabbed Samantha by her shoulders. "Samantha! You're in the A stream, but you seem to have difficulties with your memory! I said no rubbing! Right! Bend over again!"
Poor Samantha turned to the angry teacher, her face screwed up. She mouthed the word "Please", but it was no use. Very slowly she bent forward again, presenting her sore and tender bottom for further punishment.
Again the smacks came hard and fast, concentrating on Samantha's right bottom cheek. Each one evoked a yell, but she managed to stay in place. Four more whacks, meaning that she'd taken eighteen smacks on her bottom plus the one on her hand. This time when she was told to stand she stood shifting her weight from foot to foot and squirming in pain, but kept her hands well away from her punished bottom.
"Well, madam," Miss Hyde enquired sarcastically, "do you think that's taught you not to rub yourself after a punishment?"
Samantha nodded, her lips still pressed tightly closed.
"Well, I think it's taught your bottom a lesson, but your hands still need to learn! Hold out your left hand!"
Samantha had learned something at least. She didn't argue with the teacher but obediently extended her left hand, palm up. Miss Hyde adjusted its position until she was satisfied and then whipped the plimsoll down across the soft flesh of the school girl's palm.
It didn't sound as loud as the noise of the slipper cracking onto the girl's tightly stretched trousers, but it obviously hurt - a lot. Samantha waved her hand frantically and hopped from foot to foot.
Miss Hyde stood there impassively. "Other hand!"
Samantha was very reluctant to hold out her right hand. It still throbbed from the smack it had received earlier. Eventually she did though and as soon as it was in position the gym mistress brought down her slipper again.
Jayne thought that Samantha's punishment must be over now. But Miss Hyde was not satisfied until both of the girl's hands had felt another slipper blow. Finally the teacher let her wriggle her way back to her place, tears pouring from her eyes.
"Any other questions?"
Unsurprisingly there were none. Miss Hyde positioned herself by the door to the gym and told the girls to start changing. Jayne selected a pair of navy shorts from the equipment cabinet. The material seemed very thin, almost worn through in parts and not particularly clean. Jayne tried another pair, but it was just as bad. Unhappily, the schoolgirl wondered if the seat of the shorts had worn thin as a result of the numerous blows it must have felt over the years from slipper and cane! As she changed she noticed Samantha Ashton - Hall wincing as she pulled down her trousers and her knickers. The whole of the tall girl's large bottom shone a bright red and looked bruised. Jayne took a deep breath and concentrated on getting changed as quickly as possible.
One by one the girls, in full gym kit apart from their plimsolls, began to pass through into the gym and to form a line where directed by the schoolmistress. Jayne was fairly quick in changing and she found herself between Sara Von Leyden and a dark skinned girl whom she didn't know. In the middle of the gym she saw the large gym horse over which she knew they were to be punished. And in the far corner, opposite the door to the changing room, she could see a small trestle from which a large plimsoll, evidently the twin to that which Louise and Samantha had felt, and a long slender cane hung suspended. Before very long, Jayne thought, one of those two implements would be whacking against her poor bottom. At the thought her hands crushed the red envelope in her dark hair as she suppressed their natural instinct to fly to her rear.
Samantha was the last girl of all. She was obviously still feeling the effects of her slippering and she walked slowly and carefully to take her place at the end of the line.
When all the girls were lined up Miss Hyde addressed them once more:
"I shall deal with you in the order in which you reported to me. When I call your name you will come forward and hand me your envelope. I will then tell you to bring me either the slipper or the cane. You will do so and then assume the punishment position across the horse. You will not leave that position until I tell you that you may do so. Is that understood?"
There was silence in reply. Miss Hyde consulted her list. "Lisa Tomkinson."
Out of the corner of her eye Jayne saw a small girl move forward. She handed the envelope to the teacher, who opened it and examined the contents. "Fetch me the slipper, Lisa", she ordered, dropping the envelope and the note onto the floor of the gym.
The girl began to walk towards the trestle but, on hearing Miss Hyde's "Faster girl!" broke into a trot. She returned and offered the plimsoll to the teacher.
"Over the horse, Lisa!"
It took the girl some time to get into position over the gym equipment. Miss Hyde made her reach right down the other side to grasp some hand holds. Jayne saw that the blue gym shorts were stretched tight over the girl's small bottom.
The teacher raised the plimsoll and took a step back. Jayne realised that Lisa could not know how many smacks she was going to get.
THWACKK!
The slipper came down at terrific speed, the sound of its contact with Lisa's shorts echoing around the gymnasium. Jayne realised that, despite the couple of years difference in the girls' ages, Miss Hyde was using as much force with Lisa as she had earlier with Samantha.
Bravely Lisa remained silent after that smack and for the two following. But the fourth smack brought out a sharp yell of pain which was repeated more frantically as another two slipper-smacks crashed onto the girl's smarting backside.
After six strokes the teacher stood back. Lisa squirmed across the horse in obvious discomfort, her bottom wriggling and her legs moving tremblingly.
"All right, Lisa. You can get down."
The little girl obeyed too quickly and in her hurry fell down, onto her sore bottom. She gasped in pain but, as she struggled to her feet, Jayne saw that she was quick-witted enough to resist the temptation to rub her behind.
On the teacher's instructions Lisa returned the slipper to the trestle and scuttled back. Miss Hyde then made her go over to one end of the wall bars and stretch herself right up as much as possible so as to grasp the highest bar she could. When she was satisfied with Lisa's position Miss Hyde consulted her list again.
End of Part Two
