The New School Secretary
Karene was sitting at her desk readjusting the position of her computer monitor and raising the height of her chair. It was the first day of her new job as the Headmaster's secretary at the local school, The Headmaster, David Hope, had just finished outlining the details of some of her more important duties such as opening and sorting his mail first thing each morning - his authoritative voice and rather domineering manner made her slightly nervous as he explained how to arrange the different types of letter on his desk and warned her that the contents of all letters was absolutely confidential and was not to be discussed outside his office. Next he placed the school's Punishment Record Bookon her desk, and told her that she in charge of ensuring that it was kept up-to-date and to bring it into his office when he was going to punish one of the pupils - she inwardly shivered a little and her hand involuntarilywent to her bottom as she remembered having to sign an entry in her school's Punishment Book after her caning for truanting with her best friend - she could almost remember the agony of those six burning stripes across her throbbing bottom as if it were yesterday, and she recalled the humiliation of having to return to her class with the others sniggering at her desperate attempts to sit on her hard wooden seat.
She arrived at work, the following morning over 20 minutes late - she had overslept and missed the bus - and he was rather annoyed - "Not the best way to start a new job" she thought. Apart from the obvious disapproval of her poor timekeeping, he was irritated that he had to sort the mail himself so that a Deputy had to take the morning assembly - "Ms Evans, your position is vital to the smooth running of this establishment" he lectured her - "And good timekeeping and organisation is required at all times - I will remind you that your appointment is probationaryfor the first three months, and I will not tolerate a repeat of this morning's shambles" - his strict manner made her feel like one of his pupils, and she found herself touching her bottom again - "Sorry Sir - it won't happen again Sir" she rather submissively replied - but she also recalled saying something similar after her first caning.
After he left she regained her composure and started to type a couple of letters - "Shit" she thought to herself - "Even his dictaphone voice is a bit frightening". After about an hour the intercom buzzed - "Ms Evans - Please bring the Punishment Book" - she jumped up quickly and knocked the door to his office - "Come in" - "Ohh - that voice" she thought.
When she entered she saw two of the older boys looking sheepishly at their feet - she guessed they were embarrassedby the presence of an attractive woman when they were awaiting a beating, as Mr Hope described it. She put the book down on the desk, which was actually a loose-leaf folder, and promptly left, Curiosity got the better of her however, and she stayed just outside with her ear to the door. He gave the boys a severe lecture about the unpleasant consequences of bullying younger boys - "They'll soon learn the consequences" she chuckled to herself - and then he ordered one of the boys to bend over his desk and lower his trousers, She heard a couple of vicious swishes of a cane - she flinched and again found herself touching her bottom - then there was another swish, but this time accompanied by a different crash accompanied by an audible groan. The caning proceeded with a short break between each stroke and a mixture of yelps and grunts - after the sixth horrendous thwack he was instructed to stand and pull his trousers up. The whole performance was repeated for the other miscreant - he was obviously unnerved by what he had just seen, but his desperate attempts to suggest it was the other boy was mostly to blame were in vain. Finally he gave them a final lecture and she heard the outer door to his office open, and rather naughtily decided to pop to the toilet to snatch a look at the two miscreants limping uncomfortably down the corridor in tears with their hands inside their trousers enthusiastically massaging their burning cheeks.
When she returned to her desk the Punishment Book was back on her desk, and she settled back into her routine, Just after lunch the intercom buzzed again - "Ms Evans - Please bring the Punishment Book", This time there were three young girls lookingvery apprehensive and their gaze was firmly fixed on the slipper sitting prominently on his desk. She put the folder on his desk and turned to leave, but she was shocked when he said "I need you to stay this time Ms Evans - I must have an adult female witness when I punish a girl"
Karene was aghast at the prospect of having to see these girls get their bottoms smacked with the plimsoll that sat on the headmasters desk. It was a white lace up and probably about a size eight. Although she couldn’t see the sole, she judged by the state of the canvas upper that it was well worn and possibly very smooth. Her own experience at school of the plimsoll, was that the older ones were more flexible and stung a lot more.
Eventually she stuttered a reply. “Errr, well, erm, yes Headmaster, if you wish me to.”
“Good, let’s get the punishment book completed then. All three are to get six smacks for truancy this afternoon. Their names and forms are on this note.”
“Oh, and I need you to check that they don’t have any extra padding under their skirts please. They are getting it over a skirt and a pair of knickers, that is the school policy.”
Her face must have shown the shock of having to lift the girls skirts and check their underwear. They were all third years meaning they were the same age as her youngest sister, and in fact only seven years younger than herself. The headmaster noticed her reaction.
“I can hardly check myself Ms Evans, can I? It wouldn’t be appropriate now would it.”
“Oh no Sir, you can’t.”
Karene approached the girls who were standing in line in front of the desk and somewhat apologetically lifted each skirt in turn to check what they were wearing. The school uniform policy for girls was a grey school skirt purchased from Turners School Outfitters in the town. It was made of much thicker material than the skirts she had worn to her local comprehensive, and Karene assumed this may give some protection from the slipper. All girls from first year to sixth form were required to wear knee socks, and so there was no issue with tights being worn under these three girls skirts.
“All are fine headmaster.” Advised Karene
“Good, let’s get this over and done with and get you girls back to lessons.”
He picked up the plimsoll and flexed it between his hands. Pointing it at the girl on the right side of the trio, he said.
“Emily, you know what to do, bend over my desk.”
Emily Brunt, did indeed know what to do, having been slippered twice before in her previous two years at Westfield Independent School. She also knew that this meant that the next time she was in the headmasters office, she would likely be receiving the cane and not the plimsoll. She vowed to ensure that she was not silly enough to get in any further trouble after today.
The headmaster waited for her to settle and then placed the plimsoll on the seat of her skirt, two light taps and then he drew it back high.
WHHHHAPPPPP
Karene struggled to watch as the plimsoll landed on Emily’s bottom and the poor girl screamed.
Karen was taken back in time to her own first time getting her bottom slippered, by Mrs Thompson in PE in the second year. She’d pushed over Wendy Davies on the netball court following a silly argument between the two of them, and was made to bend and touch her toes with her gym skirt lifted for three quick smacks of the plimsoll across her navy gym pants. She remembered thinking even now, how much more the plimsoll hurt than the slipper her mum used on her and her sisters when they misbehaved at home.
This punishment though, looked even harder than the ones she’d seen girls get in her schooldays. Perhaps the headmaster was making up for the thick skirt material with some extra force. It certainly did nothing to give the other two girls confidence, as they prepared for their first ever encounter with corporal punishment at school.
Karene quickly returned to the current day by the sound of a second smack striking Emily’s bottom, and her resultant vocal reaction. Karene wondered how the girl would get through all six of the smacks she was due to get. However, get through it, she did, with plenty of owws and oohs, and when she was instructed to stand, her hands immediately started to rub her bottom. Oddly, Karene did the same, as if it was her who had just been slippered.
Emily was instructed by the headmaster to stand against the wall with her hands on her head, whilst the next girl, Jennifer Pearson, was told to step forward and bend over the desk. Being new to this whole experience, she was already crying as she bent over and pushed her bottom out. She was now regretting agreeing to Emily’s idea of skipping school and going to the shopping centre. She hadn’t been convinced that they wouldn’t get caught, but decided to follow her friend. She also knew her parents would be furious with her for getting in trouble. She wasn’t spanked at home, not least as she was usually so well behaved, but she already knew how much she’d let her parents down, and felt guilty. For now though, she had to survive the ordeal of having a size eight plimsoll smacking her bottom six times. She took a deep breath and waited.
WHHHHAPPPPP
The pain was much worse than she’d expected and she immediately rose from the desk, grasping her bottom.
“Ms Evans, can you hold this girl down please?”
“Yes headmaster.”
Karen recalled getting the cane at school from her deputy headmistress, when she was held in position over the desk by the girls PE teacher, Mrs Reynolds. Now she was the one holding a girl down as she got her bottom well and truly thrashed. Karen knew Jennifer would think her as a bitch for doing so, just like she had done.
As the plimsoll repeatedly struck the teenagers bottom, Karene felt the shockwaves running up her arms and down through her body. When the punishment was completed she released her grip and allowed Jennifer to stand and join her friend against the wall. She had not managed to take it as well, and her eyes were filled with tears.
The final girl to step forward was Lisa Simmons. She had only joined Westfield school at the start of the year, having transferred from another school, when her parents moved to the area. She’d not had chance to make many friends yet, but Jennifer was one of them and it was only because she didn’t want to be left alone in school, that she’d decided to tag along and play truant. Like her friend, she’d never experienced school corporal punishment, but her parents used it at home on her and her brother, with the cane being the ultimate sanction, not that she’d had that as yet.
Her legs were shaking as she bent over the desk when instructed, and Karen offered to hold her down again.
“Not a good start to your time here at Westfield is it young lady? Have you had corporal punishment before?”
“Yes sir, I’ve had the slipper at my last school and at home.”
“Clearly not very effectively, if you need it now, so let’s see if I can do a better job.”
Karene took hold of the girls arms and watched as the headmaster got into position.
WHHHHAPPPPP
Without any warning the plimsoll landed across the girls bottom and she let out a loud noise of pain as the six smacks of the plimsoll were administered. Lisa managed to take them better than the previous recipient. Nonetheless, she had tears in her eyes, not just due to the stinging bottom, but also thinking about what her parents would say and do when they found out.
“Right girls, I trust that’s taught you that truancy from school is not worthwhile and that I punish very severely for it. Emily Brunt, you have now had enough warning punishments and if you’re sent to me again, even if you just drop a sweet wrapper, you’ll be receiving the cane. Lisa and Jennifer, I trust I won’t be seeing you again in here, unless it’s for the right reasons. Now you’ll all go with Ms Evans and she will prepare letters for you to take home to your parents, advising them of your punishment and the reason. Off you go.”
The headmaster picked up the plimsoll and went to a cupboard to store it away, ready for the next recipient.
“Ms Evans, can you come back and collect the punishment book when you’ve completed the letters.”
“Yes sir, of course.”
The four females then left the study and headed to the office used by Karene. She opened the door and beckoned them in.
“Come in girls, I don’t suppose you want to sit down while I type the letters do you? I know from my own experience how much it hurts, but it will be okay in a short while. By bedtime your bottoms will be fine again.”
“I doubt it, when mum reads this letter I reckon I’ll be getting the cane tonight.” Said Lisa.
“I’m so sorry for dragging you into this Lisa. If it’s any consolation I’ll get walloped by Dad for this, I’m sure.”
The girls then remained in silence as Karene typed out three letters to parents. Once they’d left, she went back to see the headmaster. She knocked on the door and waited. Eventually he responded.
“Enter.”
Karene noticed the punishment book closed on the desk and went to pick it up.
“Are you okay Karene, after witnessing that punishment? Only you looked distressed.”
“Oh yes headmaster, I’m fine. It was just a shock. They certainly deserved that punishment, sir. Will that be all for now.”
“Yes, you’re dismissed.”
Karen squirmed as he addressed her just like one of the naughty girls in the school. She was twenty one years old for goodness sake.
Karene arrived home just after 5pm, having walked part way home and catching a bus for the rest. Her mum was in the kitchen making dinner, and her two sisters were in the dining room completing homework. They both ignored her as she came in. Mum though shouted through to her.
“Hi love, how was work today?”
“Eventful! Two boys got the cane, and three girls got slippered. I had to watch the slipperings. Apparently it’s in my job description.”
“Oh dear, how was that?”
“Scary. He hits them really hard.”
“Well you’ll be seeing another one later.”
“Oh? Who?”
“Your sister. Got sent home from school with a punishment letter, for missing a detention. Mandy, tell your sister what you got at school today.”
“Three with the stick from Withers.” Answered fourteen year old Mandy.
“Ouch, she’s one of the hardest to get caned by.”
“Go easy on her mum. Mrs Withers is known to be one of the worst to get it off and I’m sure she’s really hurting.”
“Well she’s aware of my rule. So no she’ll get the slipper after dinner and then off to bed. I did the same with you remember, so it’s only fair.”
“I know but having seen close up those girls getting it, I’m just feeling some sympathy.”
“Well if you don’t want her to get it, maybe you should take it for her, go and fetch the slipper and bend over! No I thought not Karene.”
Karene squirmed at the thought of bending over again and feeling the sting of mums slipper. She last had it just after her sixteenth birthday for being out late and had not missed it at all. She went into the dining room to speak to Mandy.
“Hey, want a tip from your big sister?”
“What?”
“Put some ice cubes in a bag and just before you get the slipper, put in up in your room. If you put it down your knickers after, when you’re up in your bedroom, the sting will go in no time. I did it a couple of times. “
“Hey thanks I might try that.”
“Just don’t get caught, or we’ll both be in trouble!”
The family ate dinner, without their father who was working the afternoon shift. He wasn’t due home until after 10pm. Unsurprisingly, Mandy wasn’t very talkative at dinner and took ages to eat as well. However as soon as everyone had finished, Karene and her middle sister Anna were told to go into the lounge while Mandy and her mum cleared away and washed up.
“Okay Mandy, go and fetch the slipper and wait for me in the lounge.”
Mandy went to the shoe cupboard and found her dads size 10 tartan slipper that all of the girls had received at least once.
She went into the lounge and went through the usual drill. Stand by the arm of the sofa, take off her skirt, and wait for mum.
Karene and Anna looked across and could see visible signs of their younger sisters earlier caning either side of her navy knickers. Both of them had also been caned at school and had faced the same consequences as Mandy was about to feel.
“Did you take my advice Mandy?”
“Couldn’t find any ice so I’ve borrowed the pack of frozen peas instead.”
Karene laughed at the thought of her sister with a pack of peas down the back of her knickers.
The door opened and in came mum. Everyone was now in silence as they awaited the main event of the evening.
“Hand me the slipper and bend over the arm.”
Mandy handed over the plimsoll and took up position.
“Three with the cane wasn’t it, so six with this. Are you ready?”
“Yes mum.”
Anna turned away, not wanting to see her sister suffering like this, but Karene was different. For some reason she was transfixed by the whole event and watched very intensively as each of the six smacks landed on her sisters buttocks. Mum certainly knew how to use that slipper, but with three girls to perfect her technique on, it wasn’t surprising.
“Right young lady, stand up. Take this back to the cupboard and get up to bed. I don’t want to see or hear from you until you’re ready for school in the morning.”
Mandy left the room in tears rubbing her bottom. She took her skirt and the slipper with her, and headed to her room.
“You were way too hard on her mum.” Said Karene
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
“No, but just saying.”
“Well don’t, unless you want to go and fetch the slipper yourself, for a dose across your bottom. Don’t think you’re too big my girl.”
Karene felt a tingling through her body as mum said that. Did she really mean it? What would it be like after all these years? Having now seen four girls get the slipper today, she had conflicting thoughts in her mind. She decided to decline her mums offer and instead went to her bedroom to listen to her records.
As she went upstairs, she could hear her sister in her bedroom crying. She knocked the door and asked to come in. Her sister said to come in. She was lying on the bed with her knickers off and was rubbing what looked like a very sore bottom. A bag of frozen peas lay besides her
“Did the peas help? I told her she was too hard on you, Mand.”
“Yes they did a bit, but it still hurts where she hit me over my cane stripes. Oh I bet she loved that, what did she say.”
“She told me to mind my own business, or I’d get the same.”
Mandy and Karene both laughed at the idea.
“Well it seems I’m going to be watching a lot of slipperings in my new job, so I best get used to it.”
“That must be so weird. Only a few years since you were the one bending over in the headmistresses office getting it.”
“I know, I was so silly, messing about like that and getting in trouble. I guess you’ll be on your best behaviour for a while after this.”
“Too right I will be. Withers put me on report and told me I’d get it worse if I didn’t pull my socks up, so yeah, I’m not risking that.”
“She’s such a cow that woman, sure she enjoys punishing girls.”
“Yeah I reckon she might do. There were four of us caned today, so I bet she’s gone home tonight in a great mood.”
The “Withers” they were referring to was a senior teacher, and Deputy Headmistress at the school where all thr
She arrived at work, the following morning over 20 minutes late - she had overslept and missed the bus - and he was rather annoyed - "Not the best way to start a new job" she thought. Apart from the obvious disapproval of her poor timekeeping, he was irritated that he had to sort the mail himself so that a Deputy had to take the morning assembly - "Ms Evans, your position is vital to the smooth running of this establishment" he lectured her - "And good timekeeping and organisation is required at all times - I will remind you that your appointment is probationaryfor the first three months, and I will not tolerate a repeat of this morning's shambles" - his strict manner made her feel like one of his pupils, and she found herself touching her bottom again - "Sorry Sir - it won't happen again Sir" she rather submissively replied - but she also recalled saying something similar after her first caning.
After he left she regained her composure and started to type a couple of letters - "Shit" she thought to herself - "Even his dictaphone voice is a bit frightening". After about an hour the intercom buzzed - "Ms Evans - Please bring the Punishment Book" - she jumped up quickly and knocked the door to his office - "Come in" - "Ohh - that voice" she thought.
When she entered she saw two of the older boys looking sheepishly at their feet - she guessed they were embarrassedby the presence of an attractive woman when they were awaiting a beating, as Mr Hope described it. She put the book down on the desk, which was actually a loose-leaf folder, and promptly left, Curiosity got the better of her however, and she stayed just outside with her ear to the door. He gave the boys a severe lecture about the unpleasant consequences of bullying younger boys - "They'll soon learn the consequences" she chuckled to herself - and then he ordered one of the boys to bend over his desk and lower his trousers, She heard a couple of vicious swishes of a cane - she flinched and again found herself touching her bottom - then there was another swish, but this time accompanied by a different crash accompanied by an audible groan. The caning proceeded with a short break between each stroke and a mixture of yelps and grunts - after the sixth horrendous thwack he was instructed to stand and pull his trousers up. The whole performance was repeated for the other miscreant - he was obviously unnerved by what he had just seen, but his desperate attempts to suggest it was the other boy was mostly to blame were in vain. Finally he gave them a final lecture and she heard the outer door to his office open, and rather naughtily decided to pop to the toilet to snatch a look at the two miscreants limping uncomfortably down the corridor in tears with their hands inside their trousers enthusiastically massaging their burning cheeks.
When she returned to her desk the Punishment Book was back on her desk, and she settled back into her routine, Just after lunch the intercom buzzed again - "Ms Evans - Please bring the Punishment Book", This time there were three young girls lookingvery apprehensive and their gaze was firmly fixed on the slipper sitting prominently on his desk. She put the folder on his desk and turned to leave, but she was shocked when he said "I need you to stay this time Ms Evans - I must have an adult female witness when I punish a girl"
Karene was aghast at the prospect of having to see these girls get their bottoms smacked with the plimsoll that sat on the headmasters desk. It was a white lace up and probably about a size eight. Although she couldn’t see the sole, she judged by the state of the canvas upper that it was well worn and possibly very smooth. Her own experience at school of the plimsoll, was that the older ones were more flexible and stung a lot more.
Eventually she stuttered a reply. “Errr, well, erm, yes Headmaster, if you wish me to.”
“Good, let’s get the punishment book completed then. All three are to get six smacks for truancy this afternoon. Their names and forms are on this note.”
“Oh, and I need you to check that they don’t have any extra padding under their skirts please. They are getting it over a skirt and a pair of knickers, that is the school policy.”
Her face must have shown the shock of having to lift the girls skirts and check their underwear. They were all third years meaning they were the same age as her youngest sister, and in fact only seven years younger than herself. The headmaster noticed her reaction.
“I can hardly check myself Ms Evans, can I? It wouldn’t be appropriate now would it.”
“Oh no Sir, you can’t.”
Karene approached the girls who were standing in line in front of the desk and somewhat apologetically lifted each skirt in turn to check what they were wearing. The school uniform policy for girls was a grey school skirt purchased from Turners School Outfitters in the town. It was made of much thicker material than the skirts she had worn to her local comprehensive, and Karene assumed this may give some protection from the slipper. All girls from first year to sixth form were required to wear knee socks, and so there was no issue with tights being worn under these three girls skirts.
“All are fine headmaster.” Advised Karene
“Good, let’s get this over and done with and get you girls back to lessons.”
He picked up the plimsoll and flexed it between his hands. Pointing it at the girl on the right side of the trio, he said.
“Emily, you know what to do, bend over my desk.”
Emily Brunt, did indeed know what to do, having been slippered twice before in her previous two years at Westfield Independent School. She also knew that this meant that the next time she was in the headmasters office, she would likely be receiving the cane and not the plimsoll. She vowed to ensure that she was not silly enough to get in any further trouble after today.
The headmaster waited for her to settle and then placed the plimsoll on the seat of her skirt, two light taps and then he drew it back high.
WHHHHAPPPPP
Karene struggled to watch as the plimsoll landed on Emily’s bottom and the poor girl screamed.
Karen was taken back in time to her own first time getting her bottom slippered, by Mrs Thompson in PE in the second year. She’d pushed over Wendy Davies on the netball court following a silly argument between the two of them, and was made to bend and touch her toes with her gym skirt lifted for three quick smacks of the plimsoll across her navy gym pants. She remembered thinking even now, how much more the plimsoll hurt than the slipper her mum used on her and her sisters when they misbehaved at home.
This punishment though, looked even harder than the ones she’d seen girls get in her schooldays. Perhaps the headmaster was making up for the thick skirt material with some extra force. It certainly did nothing to give the other two girls confidence, as they prepared for their first ever encounter with corporal punishment at school.
Karene quickly returned to the current day by the sound of a second smack striking Emily’s bottom, and her resultant vocal reaction. Karene wondered how the girl would get through all six of the smacks she was due to get. However, get through it, she did, with plenty of owws and oohs, and when she was instructed to stand, her hands immediately started to rub her bottom. Oddly, Karene did the same, as if it was her who had just been slippered.
Emily was instructed by the headmaster to stand against the wall with her hands on her head, whilst the next girl, Jennifer Pearson, was told to step forward and bend over the desk. Being new to this whole experience, she was already crying as she bent over and pushed her bottom out. She was now regretting agreeing to Emily’s idea of skipping school and going to the shopping centre. She hadn’t been convinced that they wouldn’t get caught, but decided to follow her friend. She also knew her parents would be furious with her for getting in trouble. She wasn’t spanked at home, not least as she was usually so well behaved, but she already knew how much she’d let her parents down, and felt guilty. For now though, she had to survive the ordeal of having a size eight plimsoll smacking her bottom six times. She took a deep breath and waited.
WHHHHAPPPPP
The pain was much worse than she’d expected and she immediately rose from the desk, grasping her bottom.
“Ms Evans, can you hold this girl down please?”
“Yes headmaster.”
Karen recalled getting the cane at school from her deputy headmistress, when she was held in position over the desk by the girls PE teacher, Mrs Reynolds. Now she was the one holding a girl down as she got her bottom well and truly thrashed. Karen knew Jennifer would think her as a bitch for doing so, just like she had done.
As the plimsoll repeatedly struck the teenagers bottom, Karene felt the shockwaves running up her arms and down through her body. When the punishment was completed she released her grip and allowed Jennifer to stand and join her friend against the wall. She had not managed to take it as well, and her eyes were filled with tears.
The final girl to step forward was Lisa Simmons. She had only joined Westfield school at the start of the year, having transferred from another school, when her parents moved to the area. She’d not had chance to make many friends yet, but Jennifer was one of them and it was only because she didn’t want to be left alone in school, that she’d decided to tag along and play truant. Like her friend, she’d never experienced school corporal punishment, but her parents used it at home on her and her brother, with the cane being the ultimate sanction, not that she’d had that as yet.
Her legs were shaking as she bent over the desk when instructed, and Karen offered to hold her down again.
“Not a good start to your time here at Westfield is it young lady? Have you had corporal punishment before?”
“Yes sir, I’ve had the slipper at my last school and at home.”
“Clearly not very effectively, if you need it now, so let’s see if I can do a better job.”
Karene took hold of the girls arms and watched as the headmaster got into position.
WHHHHAPPPPP
Without any warning the plimsoll landed across the girls bottom and she let out a loud noise of pain as the six smacks of the plimsoll were administered. Lisa managed to take them better than the previous recipient. Nonetheless, she had tears in her eyes, not just due to the stinging bottom, but also thinking about what her parents would say and do when they found out.
“Right girls, I trust that’s taught you that truancy from school is not worthwhile and that I punish very severely for it. Emily Brunt, you have now had enough warning punishments and if you’re sent to me again, even if you just drop a sweet wrapper, you’ll be receiving the cane. Lisa and Jennifer, I trust I won’t be seeing you again in here, unless it’s for the right reasons. Now you’ll all go with Ms Evans and she will prepare letters for you to take home to your parents, advising them of your punishment and the reason. Off you go.”
The headmaster picked up the plimsoll and went to a cupboard to store it away, ready for the next recipient.
“Ms Evans, can you come back and collect the punishment book when you’ve completed the letters.”
“Yes sir, of course.”
The four females then left the study and headed to the office used by Karene. She opened the door and beckoned them in.
“Come in girls, I don’t suppose you want to sit down while I type the letters do you? I know from my own experience how much it hurts, but it will be okay in a short while. By bedtime your bottoms will be fine again.”
“I doubt it, when mum reads this letter I reckon I’ll be getting the cane tonight.” Said Lisa.
“I’m so sorry for dragging you into this Lisa. If it’s any consolation I’ll get walloped by Dad for this, I’m sure.”
The girls then remained in silence as Karene typed out three letters to parents. Once they’d left, she went back to see the headmaster. She knocked on the door and waited. Eventually he responded.
“Enter.”
Karene noticed the punishment book closed on the desk and went to pick it up.
“Are you okay Karene, after witnessing that punishment? Only you looked distressed.”
“Oh yes headmaster, I’m fine. It was just a shock. They certainly deserved that punishment, sir. Will that be all for now.”
“Yes, you’re dismissed.”
Karen squirmed as he addressed her just like one of the naughty girls in the school. She was twenty one years old for goodness sake.
Karene arrived home just after 5pm, having walked part way home and catching a bus for the rest. Her mum was in the kitchen making dinner, and her two sisters were in the dining room completing homework. They both ignored her as she came in. Mum though shouted through to her.
“Hi love, how was work today?”
“Eventful! Two boys got the cane, and three girls got slippered. I had to watch the slipperings. Apparently it’s in my job description.”
“Oh dear, how was that?”
“Scary. He hits them really hard.”
“Well you’ll be seeing another one later.”
“Oh? Who?”
“Your sister. Got sent home from school with a punishment letter, for missing a detention. Mandy, tell your sister what you got at school today.”
“Three with the stick from Withers.” Answered fourteen year old Mandy.
“Ouch, she’s one of the hardest to get caned by.”
“Go easy on her mum. Mrs Withers is known to be one of the worst to get it off and I’m sure she’s really hurting.”
“Well she’s aware of my rule. So no she’ll get the slipper after dinner and then off to bed. I did the same with you remember, so it’s only fair.”
“I know but having seen close up those girls getting it, I’m just feeling some sympathy.”
“Well if you don’t want her to get it, maybe you should take it for her, go and fetch the slipper and bend over! No I thought not Karene.”
Karene squirmed at the thought of bending over again and feeling the sting of mums slipper. She last had it just after her sixteenth birthday for being out late and had not missed it at all. She went into the dining room to speak to Mandy.
“Hey, want a tip from your big sister?”
“What?”
“Put some ice cubes in a bag and just before you get the slipper, put in up in your room. If you put it down your knickers after, when you’re up in your bedroom, the sting will go in no time. I did it a couple of times. “
“Hey thanks I might try that.”
“Just don’t get caught, or we’ll both be in trouble!”
The family ate dinner, without their father who was working the afternoon shift. He wasn’t due home until after 10pm. Unsurprisingly, Mandy wasn’t very talkative at dinner and took ages to eat as well. However as soon as everyone had finished, Karene and her middle sister Anna were told to go into the lounge while Mandy and her mum cleared away and washed up.
“Okay Mandy, go and fetch the slipper and wait for me in the lounge.”
Mandy went to the shoe cupboard and found her dads size 10 tartan slipper that all of the girls had received at least once.
She went into the lounge and went through the usual drill. Stand by the arm of the sofa, take off her skirt, and wait for mum.
Karene and Anna looked across and could see visible signs of their younger sisters earlier caning either side of her navy knickers. Both of them had also been caned at school and had faced the same consequences as Mandy was about to feel.
“Did you take my advice Mandy?”
“Couldn’t find any ice so I’ve borrowed the pack of frozen peas instead.”
Karene laughed at the thought of her sister with a pack of peas down the back of her knickers.
The door opened and in came mum. Everyone was now in silence as they awaited the main event of the evening.
“Hand me the slipper and bend over the arm.”
Mandy handed over the plimsoll and took up position.
“Three with the cane wasn’t it, so six with this. Are you ready?”
“Yes mum.”
Anna turned away, not wanting to see her sister suffering like this, but Karene was different. For some reason she was transfixed by the whole event and watched very intensively as each of the six smacks landed on her sisters buttocks. Mum certainly knew how to use that slipper, but with three girls to perfect her technique on, it wasn’t surprising.
“Right young lady, stand up. Take this back to the cupboard and get up to bed. I don’t want to see or hear from you until you’re ready for school in the morning.”
Mandy left the room in tears rubbing her bottom. She took her skirt and the slipper with her, and headed to her room.
“You were way too hard on her mum.” Said Karene
“Did I ask for your opinion?”
“No, but just saying.”
“Well don’t, unless you want to go and fetch the slipper yourself, for a dose across your bottom. Don’t think you’re too big my girl.”
Karene felt a tingling through her body as mum said that. Did she really mean it? What would it be like after all these years? Having now seen four girls get the slipper today, she had conflicting thoughts in her mind. She decided to decline her mums offer and instead went to her bedroom to listen to her records.
As she went upstairs, she could hear her sister in her bedroom crying. She knocked the door and asked to come in. Her sister said to come in. She was lying on the bed with her knickers off and was rubbing what looked like a very sore bottom. A bag of frozen peas lay besides her
“Did the peas help? I told her she was too hard on you, Mand.”
“Yes they did a bit, but it still hurts where she hit me over my cane stripes. Oh I bet she loved that, what did she say.”
“She told me to mind my own business, or I’d get the same.”
Mandy and Karene both laughed at the idea.
“Well it seems I’m going to be watching a lot of slipperings in my new job, so I best get used to it.”
“That must be so weird. Only a few years since you were the one bending over in the headmistresses office getting it.”
“I know, I was so silly, messing about like that and getting in trouble. I guess you’ll be on your best behaviour for a while after this.”
“Too right I will be. Withers put me on report and told me I’d get it worse if I didn’t pull my socks up, so yeah, I’m not risking that.”
“She’s such a cow that woman, sure she enjoys punishing girls.”
“Yeah I reckon she might do. There were four of us caned today, so I bet she’s gone home tonight in a great mood.”
The “Withers” they were referring to was a senior teacher, and Deputy Headmistress at the school where all thr
