New Erotic Story - Jayne and the Academy Gym - Part Three
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 Three of Jayne in the Academy Gym .
"Amy Windsor"
Amy was the girl standing to Jayne's right. She went forward and offered her envelope to the teacher.
Miss Hyde stared at the naughty girl for a moment and then pronounced: "Right, Amy. This time it's the cane for you!"
Jayne saw how, just for a second, Amy's eyes had widened in shock and her mouth had gaped open, but she soon recovered herself and went to bring back the cane.
Unlike Lisa, Amy had no difficulty in assuming the proper position over the horse. Jayne guessed, correctly, that she'd been there before.
Miss Hyde whipped the cane through the air in practice strokes. Jayne felt sick. It was horribly flexible and hissed like a nest of maddened wasps. Amy's bottom flexed as each stroke flailed the air. And then, with no further warning, the next time Miss Hyde landed the cane squarely across Amy's quivering bottom.
Amy yelped and Jayne saw her whole body shudder at the violent blow. Three more strokes followed and Jayne was impressed to see Amy take them bravely in silence. The teacher stood back after the fourth stroke had bitten home and told Amy that she could stand up.
Amy walked very slowly when returning the cane to the trestle and when coming back afterwards. Several times she stopped and, Jayne felt, she was on the point of clasping her hands to her bottom. Jayne thought she looked relieved when she was standing next to Lisa, holding onto a wall bar. Still, Jayne thought it was encouraging that the first caning she had ever witnessed had not reduced its victim to tears.
The next girl to be dealt with was Claire Williamson. Claire was in the same form as Amy and had arrived with her. Claire, unlike the dark skinned girl, was not a repeat offender and she was sent for the slipper, not the cane. However she was by no means let off lightly. Claire's bottom received no fewer than twelve resounding slipper smacks from Miss Hyde's plimsoll and the girl was in tears well before the infliction was over.
Miss Hyde was not satisfied when Claire stretched up to hold onto the wall bars after her slippering. She insisted on Claire grasping a higher bar, until the tips of her toes barely touched the gym floor, with her arms forced to take nearly all of her weight. When the gym mistress was finally happy with Claire's position she walked slowly towards the bars to stand in front of Amy.
"You were told to stretch up as high as you could, Claire. While you are here I expect you to do as you are told or to face the consequences! Now, hold on tight. This is going to sting!"
With that she administered two sharp slaps to the inside of Claire's thighs, below the blue gym shorts. The naughty teenager yelped at each slap and twisted frantically, but managed to retain her hold on the metal bar.
"I hope that the rest of you benefit from Claire's experience. I expect you to hold on as high up as you can."
As Miss Hyde walked slowly back to the horse Jayne saw the twin splotches of red handprints spreading out on the pale flesh of Claire's legs.
Jayne wondered who was going to be next. It was Sophie Potter, the girl she had been so surprised to see there. As her name was called Sophie walked slowly forward and handed her envelope to the teacher. Jayne was shocked when Miss Hyde told her to fetch the cane. Once again she wondered what on earth Sophie could have done. She had hoped Sophie would get the slipper. This was a bad omen for her.
As Sophie handed the cane to the teacher Jayne saw that she was already crying quietly. Sophie had considerable difficulty getting into place over the horse. Miss Hyde was not willing to wait and she encouraged the clumsy girl with a couple of hard slaps to her bare thighs.
When Sophie was finally in place the teacher raised the cane and lashed it down hard onto her flinching bottom. Jayne winced sympathetically as her classmate howled in pain, her body bucking over the large horse. Like Amy, Sophie received four strokes, but she did not take her punishment nearly so well as the previous girl. It seemed to Jayne that the teacher was laying on the cane with considerably more force. After the fourth whack Miss Hyde instructed the caned girl to stand up, but Sophie remained wriggling over the horse, crying bitterly.
Only after another two sharp hand slaps to her still reddened thighs did Sophie dismount. She danced around on the floor of the gym wailing and, completely oblivious to everything except the pain in her bottom, pressed her hands to the seat of her shorts, vainly trying to control the stinging.
It was the worst thing she could have done. Miss Hyde grabbed her roughly and shook her until the nearly hysterical girl could understand what she was saying. Then she made her bend over again for extra strokes. The teacher unleashed a workmanlike stroke, not quite so hard as the ones Sophie had already received but still at least as powerful as those Amy had felt. Sophie straightened, but did not reach back and bent down again when ordered. Miss Hyde delivered one more stroke. Once again Sophie leapt upright, but this time the gym mistress allowed her to dance around for a few moments.
The girl's punishment for "touching" was not over yet, however. Miss Hyde made her hold out her left hand. Sophie did so, the smart in her rear inducing her to obey any instructions. The teacher warned her to hold it steady, because if she didn't do so her fingers might be damaged. The cane lashed down and Sophie responded with a high pitched cry of agony, waving her hand wildly and frantically blowing on it in a fruitless effort to ease the unbearable pain. Sophie's right hand suffered similarly before the teacher decided that she had been punished enough.
Poor Sophie found it hard to carry the cane as she stumbled back to the trestle. Finally she hobbled over to the wall bars, the cold bar perhaps bringing some slight comfort to her throbbing hands.
The next girl over the horse was also from Jayne's class. Gemma, too, got a caning and it seemed to Jayne that Miss Hyde hit her even harder than she had Sophie. Gemma took six strokes, all genuine stingers, before the gym mistress told her to stand up. She had taken her caning in silence but as she stood, on unsteady legs, Jayne saw that tears were running down her classmate's pale cheeks. As Gemma reached up to grasp a high wall bar after returning the cane to its place her tight blue gym shorts rode up to reveal some of the swollen marks left by the cane. Jayne shivered at the thought of how much they must be hurting.
The next girl to be called was Samantha Ashton - Hall. Samantha had obviously not yet recovered from her recent slippering. Miss Hyde looked at her red envelope and told her to fetch the cane. But when the posh girl reached the trestle she just stood there and turned round and looked at the gym mistress, silently and tearfully.
Jayne was surprised as Miss Hyde showed that she could be merciful. "Very well, Samantha. Bring me the slipper."
Samantha scurried back to the teacher, holding the slipper carefully in her still-throbbing hands, before she could change her mind. As she draped herself across the horse Jayne could see that the gym shorts the girl had unwillingly chosen were a little small for her. They clung like a second skin to the girl's bottom, revealing areas of her ample bottom still glowing bright red from Samantha's earlier dose of the slipper.
Miss Hyde had mentioned earlier that she could give up to twelve strokes of the cane or twenty of the slipper, and Samantha now received a full twenty smacks. Jayne couldn't imagine how much it must hurt on top of the eighteen smacks Samantha had taken earlier. Despite her status as a last term girl Samantha made a tremendous fuss but she stayed in position. Eventually the gym mistress told the sobbing girl to stand up.
It took a while for Samantha to replace the slipper and to go and stand next to Gemma, stretching high up the wall bars. Like Claire, Samantha had to be told to grip a higher bar and earned herself a stinging slap across the tender inside of both thighs.
It was Sara's turn next. Jayne felt isolated. Her neighbours on both sides were gone. Now only three other girls and herself were left in the line-up. She was not surprised when Sara was sent for the cane.
Miss Hyde always made an example of any regulars unfortunate enough to be sent to her for punishment. Sara had hit another girl in the heat of a quarrel about boyfriends. Her teacher had recommended eight strokes of the cane. Miss Hyde smiled grimly. She intended to give this young lady the maximum of twelve strokes!
Jayne wondered if Sara had had the cane before. In fact she had, but the last time was over a year earlier. The nineteen year old was very embarrassed to be there again - and especially in front of her younger sister's best friend.
Once Miss Hyde started, though, Sara forgot about the embarrassment. Her priority, her only thought, was the intense stinging pain in her nether regions. She screwed her mouth and her eyes tightly shut, resolving to take her punishment in silence.
The teacher whipped the cane onto the girl's bottom again and again. This time she let herself go and exercised all her strength and skill. Sara's previous encounter with the cane had been just four strokes. This time it seemed as if it would never end.
Somehow the girl managed to take the first eight strokes in silence. But the next, landing on the swelling weals left by earlier strokes, evoked an ear-splitting howl. Sara started to sob like a baby. Jayne watched horrified. She had thought it might be funny to watch her friend's sister get the cane - but this wasn't funny, it was terrifying.
Despite Sara's tears, and her barely comprehensible pleas for mercy Miss Hyde slowly pulled down the girl’s shorts leaving her in only a pair of tiny white knickers, through which everything was visible. Miss Hyde pulled her further across the horse, Miss Hyde did not moderate the force of her last few strokes at all. Only when Sara had taken a full twelve of the very best did she stop and order the girl to dismount and pull up her shorts.
Sara obeyed but her legs would not support her and she tumbled to the ground, landing on her poor injured bottom! She shrieked and remained writhing on the ground, howling. Miss Hyde clutched her hair and dragged her upright. Jayne watched as the caned girl returned the punishment implement to the trestle and stumbled over to take her place by the wall bars.
Saffron Curtis was next. She was the smallest girl there, still in her first term at the Academy. She took her six from the slipper bravely enough. As she dismounted the horse, in tears, Jayne realised that there would just be one girl more and then it would be her own turn. Louise would obviously be the last girl to be dealt with, and she had been the last one to arrive. She wriggled her bottom involuntarily, her hands still tightly clenched in her hair. She wondered if it would be better for her if the next girl also got the slipper - so Miss Hyde might have gotten into the habit by her turn - or if she should hope for the cane - so that by the law of averages it would be the slipper for her.
Whatever Jayne's private wishes, Lisa Whitaker, the girl whose turn was next, was sent for the cane. She received four strokes and each one evoked a loud shriek as the supple rattan slashed down onto the thin cotton shorts tightly stretched over her teenage rear. Poor Lisa walked slowly and in tears as she returned the cane to the trestle and then made her way to the wall bars to stretch high up next to Susan. Jayne felt a shiver go through her body. It would be her turn now.
Miss Hyde must have known that she was next, but she made a point of consulting her list.
"Jayne McDonald,"
It was some relief to Jayne to be able to move her hands from her head. She took a deep breath and walked forward, handing her envelope to the gym mistress. Miss Hyde opened the envelope and read the note it enclosed. She looked at Jayne, running her eyes up and down assessingly. Jayne's knees knocked together.
"Fetch me the slipper, Jayne!"
A very relieved Jayne ran off to retrieve the plimsoll. She was keen to bring it back before the teacher could change her mind and ask her for the cane. She handed the plimsoll over and obediently draped herself over the leather horse.
WHACKK!!
From the first stroke Jayne realised that she had not got off all that lightly. It stung unbelievably!
WHACKK!!
Before she had had a chance to come to terms with the smart, the next stroke followed. Now her entire bottom was on fire and Jayne was struggling hard to hold back the tears.
WHACKK!!
WHACKK!!
Two more swingeing strokes followed. Jayne was now in tears. Her poor bottom felt swollen to twice its normal size and stinging with unbearable intensity. "Please no more!" she prayed silently as she tasted her tears through her tightly closed lips.
But Miss Hyde was not ready to stop. The teacher's recommendation had been for eight slipper whacks, and that was what Jayne was going to get. Ignoring the girl's frantic reactions the gym mistress applied a further four hard whacks to her bouncing bottom, encased in the blue school gym shorts. Each whack now evoked a high pitched yelp.
After eight whacks Jayne lay across the horse weeping bitterly, her blazing bottom wriggling in the expectation of further punishment. The teacher's barked order came as a relief:
"Off the horse, girl!"
Jayne dismounted, slowly and painfully. All her instincts were telling her to clasp her hands to her so-sore bottom, but by a great effort of will she resisted. She took the slipper from the teacher and returned it to the trestle. Then, as instructed, she went over to the wall bars, next to Lisa and reached up as high as she could.
As she did so the just spanked flesh stretched, sending another tremor of pain through her whole body. Her hands clenched the metal bar tightly as she tried, without noticeable success, to ignore the pain and the shame.
Jayne expected that the sequence of punishments would now continue with Louise. But scarcely had she gripped the bar and tried to adjust her position to reduce, even slightly, the discomfort than there was a commotion to her left. She dared a quick glance. Claire Williamson had fallen off of the bars!
"I'm sorry, Miss! I lost my grip!" Jayne heard the girl's frightened tones.
"You'll be sorry, Claire! I can guarantee that," barked the teacher, "Fetch me the cane!"
End of Part Three
Part Three of Jayne in the Academy Gym .
"Amy Windsor"
Amy was the girl standing to Jayne's right. She went forward and offered her envelope to the teacher.
Miss Hyde stared at the naughty girl for a moment and then pronounced: "Right, Amy. This time it's the cane for you!"
Jayne saw how, just for a second, Amy's eyes had widened in shock and her mouth had gaped open, but she soon recovered herself and went to bring back the cane.
Unlike Lisa, Amy had no difficulty in assuming the proper position over the horse. Jayne guessed, correctly, that she'd been there before.
Miss Hyde whipped the cane through the air in practice strokes. Jayne felt sick. It was horribly flexible and hissed like a nest of maddened wasps. Amy's bottom flexed as each stroke flailed the air. And then, with no further warning, the next time Miss Hyde landed the cane squarely across Amy's quivering bottom.
Amy yelped and Jayne saw her whole body shudder at the violent blow. Three more strokes followed and Jayne was impressed to see Amy take them bravely in silence. The teacher stood back after the fourth stroke had bitten home and told Amy that she could stand up.
Amy walked very slowly when returning the cane to the trestle and when coming back afterwards. Several times she stopped and, Jayne felt, she was on the point of clasping her hands to her bottom. Jayne thought she looked relieved when she was standing next to Lisa, holding onto a wall bar. Still, Jayne thought it was encouraging that the first caning she had ever witnessed had not reduced its victim to tears.
The next girl to be dealt with was Claire Williamson. Claire was in the same form as Amy and had arrived with her. Claire, unlike the dark skinned girl, was not a repeat offender and she was sent for the slipper, not the cane. However she was by no means let off lightly. Claire's bottom received no fewer than twelve resounding slipper smacks from Miss Hyde's plimsoll and the girl was in tears well before the infliction was over.
Miss Hyde was not satisfied when Claire stretched up to hold onto the wall bars after her slippering. She insisted on Claire grasping a higher bar, until the tips of her toes barely touched the gym floor, with her arms forced to take nearly all of her weight. When the gym mistress was finally happy with Claire's position she walked slowly towards the bars to stand in front of Amy.
"You were told to stretch up as high as you could, Claire. While you are here I expect you to do as you are told or to face the consequences! Now, hold on tight. This is going to sting!"
With that she administered two sharp slaps to the inside of Claire's thighs, below the blue gym shorts. The naughty teenager yelped at each slap and twisted frantically, but managed to retain her hold on the metal bar.
"I hope that the rest of you benefit from Claire's experience. I expect you to hold on as high up as you can."
As Miss Hyde walked slowly back to the horse Jayne saw the twin splotches of red handprints spreading out on the pale flesh of Claire's legs.
Jayne wondered who was going to be next. It was Sophie Potter, the girl she had been so surprised to see there. As her name was called Sophie walked slowly forward and handed her envelope to the teacher. Jayne was shocked when Miss Hyde told her to fetch the cane. Once again she wondered what on earth Sophie could have done. She had hoped Sophie would get the slipper. This was a bad omen for her.
As Sophie handed the cane to the teacher Jayne saw that she was already crying quietly. Sophie had considerable difficulty getting into place over the horse. Miss Hyde was not willing to wait and she encouraged the clumsy girl with a couple of hard slaps to her bare thighs.
When Sophie was finally in place the teacher raised the cane and lashed it down hard onto her flinching bottom. Jayne winced sympathetically as her classmate howled in pain, her body bucking over the large horse. Like Amy, Sophie received four strokes, but she did not take her punishment nearly so well as the previous girl. It seemed to Jayne that the teacher was laying on the cane with considerably more force. After the fourth whack Miss Hyde instructed the caned girl to stand up, but Sophie remained wriggling over the horse, crying bitterly.
Only after another two sharp hand slaps to her still reddened thighs did Sophie dismount. She danced around on the floor of the gym wailing and, completely oblivious to everything except the pain in her bottom, pressed her hands to the seat of her shorts, vainly trying to control the stinging.
It was the worst thing she could have done. Miss Hyde grabbed her roughly and shook her until the nearly hysterical girl could understand what she was saying. Then she made her bend over again for extra strokes. The teacher unleashed a workmanlike stroke, not quite so hard as the ones Sophie had already received but still at least as powerful as those Amy had felt. Sophie straightened, but did not reach back and bent down again when ordered. Miss Hyde delivered one more stroke. Once again Sophie leapt upright, but this time the gym mistress allowed her to dance around for a few moments.
The girl's punishment for "touching" was not over yet, however. Miss Hyde made her hold out her left hand. Sophie did so, the smart in her rear inducing her to obey any instructions. The teacher warned her to hold it steady, because if she didn't do so her fingers might be damaged. The cane lashed down and Sophie responded with a high pitched cry of agony, waving her hand wildly and frantically blowing on it in a fruitless effort to ease the unbearable pain. Sophie's right hand suffered similarly before the teacher decided that she had been punished enough.
Poor Sophie found it hard to carry the cane as she stumbled back to the trestle. Finally she hobbled over to the wall bars, the cold bar perhaps bringing some slight comfort to her throbbing hands.
The next girl over the horse was also from Jayne's class. Gemma, too, got a caning and it seemed to Jayne that Miss Hyde hit her even harder than she had Sophie. Gemma took six strokes, all genuine stingers, before the gym mistress told her to stand up. She had taken her caning in silence but as she stood, on unsteady legs, Jayne saw that tears were running down her classmate's pale cheeks. As Gemma reached up to grasp a high wall bar after returning the cane to its place her tight blue gym shorts rode up to reveal some of the swollen marks left by the cane. Jayne shivered at the thought of how much they must be hurting.
The next girl to be called was Samantha Ashton - Hall. Samantha had obviously not yet recovered from her recent slippering. Miss Hyde looked at her red envelope and told her to fetch the cane. But when the posh girl reached the trestle she just stood there and turned round and looked at the gym mistress, silently and tearfully.
Jayne was surprised as Miss Hyde showed that she could be merciful. "Very well, Samantha. Bring me the slipper."
Samantha scurried back to the teacher, holding the slipper carefully in her still-throbbing hands, before she could change her mind. As she draped herself across the horse Jayne could see that the gym shorts the girl had unwillingly chosen were a little small for her. They clung like a second skin to the girl's bottom, revealing areas of her ample bottom still glowing bright red from Samantha's earlier dose of the slipper.
Miss Hyde had mentioned earlier that she could give up to twelve strokes of the cane or twenty of the slipper, and Samantha now received a full twenty smacks. Jayne couldn't imagine how much it must hurt on top of the eighteen smacks Samantha had taken earlier. Despite her status as a last term girl Samantha made a tremendous fuss but she stayed in position. Eventually the gym mistress told the sobbing girl to stand up.
It took a while for Samantha to replace the slipper and to go and stand next to Gemma, stretching high up the wall bars. Like Claire, Samantha had to be told to grip a higher bar and earned herself a stinging slap across the tender inside of both thighs.
It was Sara's turn next. Jayne felt isolated. Her neighbours on both sides were gone. Now only three other girls and herself were left in the line-up. She was not surprised when Sara was sent for the cane.
Miss Hyde always made an example of any regulars unfortunate enough to be sent to her for punishment. Sara had hit another girl in the heat of a quarrel about boyfriends. Her teacher had recommended eight strokes of the cane. Miss Hyde smiled grimly. She intended to give this young lady the maximum of twelve strokes!
Jayne wondered if Sara had had the cane before. In fact she had, but the last time was over a year earlier. The nineteen year old was very embarrassed to be there again - and especially in front of her younger sister's best friend.
Once Miss Hyde started, though, Sara forgot about the embarrassment. Her priority, her only thought, was the intense stinging pain in her nether regions. She screwed her mouth and her eyes tightly shut, resolving to take her punishment in silence.
The teacher whipped the cane onto the girl's bottom again and again. This time she let herself go and exercised all her strength and skill. Sara's previous encounter with the cane had been just four strokes. This time it seemed as if it would never end.
Somehow the girl managed to take the first eight strokes in silence. But the next, landing on the swelling weals left by earlier strokes, evoked an ear-splitting howl. Sara started to sob like a baby. Jayne watched horrified. She had thought it might be funny to watch her friend's sister get the cane - but this wasn't funny, it was terrifying.
Despite Sara's tears, and her barely comprehensible pleas for mercy Miss Hyde slowly pulled down the girl’s shorts leaving her in only a pair of tiny white knickers, through which everything was visible. Miss Hyde pulled her further across the horse, Miss Hyde did not moderate the force of her last few strokes at all. Only when Sara had taken a full twelve of the very best did she stop and order the girl to dismount and pull up her shorts.
Sara obeyed but her legs would not support her and she tumbled to the ground, landing on her poor injured bottom! She shrieked and remained writhing on the ground, howling. Miss Hyde clutched her hair and dragged her upright. Jayne watched as the caned girl returned the punishment implement to the trestle and stumbled over to take her place by the wall bars.
Saffron Curtis was next. She was the smallest girl there, still in her first term at the Academy. She took her six from the slipper bravely enough. As she dismounted the horse, in tears, Jayne realised that there would just be one girl more and then it would be her own turn. Louise would obviously be the last girl to be dealt with, and she had been the last one to arrive. She wriggled her bottom involuntarily, her hands still tightly clenched in her hair. She wondered if it would be better for her if the next girl also got the slipper - so Miss Hyde might have gotten into the habit by her turn - or if she should hope for the cane - so that by the law of averages it would be the slipper for her.
Whatever Jayne's private wishes, Lisa Whitaker, the girl whose turn was next, was sent for the cane. She received four strokes and each one evoked a loud shriek as the supple rattan slashed down onto the thin cotton shorts tightly stretched over her teenage rear. Poor Lisa walked slowly and in tears as she returned the cane to the trestle and then made her way to the wall bars to stretch high up next to Susan. Jayne felt a shiver go through her body. It would be her turn now.
Miss Hyde must have known that she was next, but she made a point of consulting her list.
"Jayne McDonald,"
It was some relief to Jayne to be able to move her hands from her head. She took a deep breath and walked forward, handing her envelope to the gym mistress. Miss Hyde opened the envelope and read the note it enclosed. She looked at Jayne, running her eyes up and down assessingly. Jayne's knees knocked together.
"Fetch me the slipper, Jayne!"
A very relieved Jayne ran off to retrieve the plimsoll. She was keen to bring it back before the teacher could change her mind and ask her for the cane. She handed the plimsoll over and obediently draped herself over the leather horse.
WHACKK!!
From the first stroke Jayne realised that she had not got off all that lightly. It stung unbelievably!
WHACKK!!
Before she had had a chance to come to terms with the smart, the next stroke followed. Now her entire bottom was on fire and Jayne was struggling hard to hold back the tears.
WHACKK!!
WHACKK!!
Two more swingeing strokes followed. Jayne was now in tears. Her poor bottom felt swollen to twice its normal size and stinging with unbearable intensity. "Please no more!" she prayed silently as she tasted her tears through her tightly closed lips.
But Miss Hyde was not ready to stop. The teacher's recommendation had been for eight slipper whacks, and that was what Jayne was going to get. Ignoring the girl's frantic reactions the gym mistress applied a further four hard whacks to her bouncing bottom, encased in the blue school gym shorts. Each whack now evoked a high pitched yelp.
After eight whacks Jayne lay across the horse weeping bitterly, her blazing bottom wriggling in the expectation of further punishment. The teacher's barked order came as a relief:
"Off the horse, girl!"
Jayne dismounted, slowly and painfully. All her instincts were telling her to clasp her hands to her so-sore bottom, but by a great effort of will she resisted. She took the slipper from the teacher and returned it to the trestle. Then, as instructed, she went over to the wall bars, next to Lisa and reached up as high as she could.
As she did so the just spanked flesh stretched, sending another tremor of pain through her whole body. Her hands clenched the metal bar tightly as she tried, without noticeable success, to ignore the pain and the shame.
Jayne expected that the sequence of punishments would now continue with Louise. But scarcely had she gripped the bar and tried to adjust her position to reduce, even slightly, the discomfort than there was a commotion to her left. She dared a quick glance. Claire Williamson had fallen off of the bars!
"I'm sorry, Miss! I lost my grip!" Jayne heard the girl's frightened tones.
"You'll be sorry, Claire! I can guarantee that," barked the teacher, "Fetch me the cane!"
End of Part Three
