It was a cold Monday morning in February and as Elaine walked through the school gates she knew it was not going to be a good day. She was generally an exemplary hard working student and she wasn’t often in trouble. In fact, it was about a year since she had received four strokes of the cane from the headmistress for selling cigarettes; an unusual moment of indiscretion. She was now in the Upper Sixth, had turned 18 years of age and her mocks exams had finished on the previous Friday. In truth, they had gone well and she was on course for a place at a top university. However, as the mock exams had progressed she had felt under more and more pressure to maintain the high standards expected of her and by the end of the last week she had panicked a little bit. Her final macro-economics paper was on the Friday afternoon and, even though she had revised hard for it, with the exams all close together she was unsure she would remember everything.

One of her classmates, Michelle, had been chatting to her in the middle of the week about just that exam, and between them they had arranged to hide some notes in the toilets. There was a loose tile in the ceiling which could be dislodged easily by standing on one of the changing benches. Just a single side of A4 prompts would be very useful if either of them had a brain freeze during the exam. They agreed they probably wouldn't need to use the notes but as a backstop it would be most useful. The teachers and invigilators would never follow them into the toilets and, even if they found the notes, they wouldn't know who to attribute them to.

The exam was going well. As Elaine planned her last essay there were a few details missing and she was so tempted to take a toilet break and have a quick peek at the prompt sheet. She put her hand up and the invigilator went with her as far as the toilet door. She stood on the bench, dislodged the tile and took out the sheet. It was then as she was reading the notes that she lost her footing and fell onto the floor, crying out when she banged her knee on the hard tiles. Her scream was heard by the invigilator who came rushing in to see if she was OK and caught her red-handed lying on the floor, holding her knee with the cheat sheet in the other hand and ceiling tile clearly out of place. The staff in charge of exams allowed her to finish the paper. However, they explained that they would be reporting the malpractice to the headmistress over the weekend and the matter would no doubt be dealt with the following week.

****

So it was on that Monday morning that Elaine’s name was read out in assembly along with two other girls from year 11. No reasons were given but they were told to report at 4.00 pm to the headmistress’s office. Elaine turned bright red as all the other girls near her stared with a knowing look. They had been shocked to have heard on the grapevine that Elaine, of all people, had been caught cheating in the mock exams and there was little sympathy. Michelle had been very quiet and, although she had provided the sheet and hidden it in the toilets, there was no need to drag her into the situation. That would be poor form. It was all on Elaine and she would be paying the price. She hadn’t told her mum in the hope it would go away, but deep down she knew that her bottom would be sore by the end of the day. Over the weekend she had recalled the incident the previous year when she had been caned for selling cigarettes to younger girls and in particular how much the four strokes had stung and that her mum had followed it up by giving a spanking of her own.

To take her mind off her impending doom, Elaine enjoyed getting a couple of other mock papers back in the morning lessons and she had indeed received top grades. The double lesson before lunch was PE and this week it was cross country. Elaine was a strong runner so she was looking forward to getting some fresh air. As she changed into her PE kit she replaced her bra with her sports bra, her blouse with her green PE top, her green PE skirt replaced her normal school skirt, she took her green, woolly tights off and put on her white PE socks. She rummaged around in her sports bag, but her green PE knickers weren’t there.

‘Damn!’ she thought as she left her normal knickers on, put her trainers on and headed to the gym. As she entered her heart sank. All sixty girls in her year were standing round the edge of the gym facing inwards. Only occasionally did the PE staff checked for correct kit but cross country was one time they were likely to do that, mainly because they did not want the girls running through the streets in anything but regulation kit, and that included green PE knickers.

She took her place against the wall and knew what was next. Miss Coltrane, the Head of PE, walked past, checked the kit of all the girls and asked them, in turn, to raise their skirts. Three girls, Melanie, Audrey and Andrea, had so far been sent to the middle of the gym for incorrect kit. As Miss Coltrane went past her, Elaine raised her skirt and her dark blue, white polka dot, cotton knickers were revealed. She, too, was sent to the middle.

Miss Coltrane, with a white plimsoll in hand, gave everyone a lecture about PE kit and she spoke to Miss Wright who was a student teacher.

“Miss Wright, one thing you will need to learn is that from time to time the girls here need to taste a little bit of discipline. So, take note whilst I deal with these four young ladies.” She pointed at Elaine and the others.

Miss Coltrane instructed the four girls to space out, bend over and touch their toes. Melanie was first and her gym skirt was raised over her back to reveal her non-regulation, white cotton knickers, now tightly stretched across her round bottom. Miss Coltrane raised the plimsoll and with three firm strikes WHACK … WHACK … WHACK … one low on the left buttock, one low on the right buttock and the final one right across the middle of the sit spot, she lit up Melanie's bottom. The grunts of the punished girl were heard around the gym. Melanie stood up rubbing her bottom and Miss Coltrane moved on.

Audrey wasn’t that flexible so she had managed to grasp her shins and with her legs wide, her gym skirt was raised over her back and her bright pink knickers were revealed. They fitted tightly over a slightly fuller bottom. The other girls sniggered quietly as Miss Coltrane once again, with equal force and accuracy, spanked Audrey … WHACK … WHACK … WHACK, all strokes landing in the same place as Melanie had gotten hers. The girl cried out with each stroke and afterwards stood up quickly, rubbing her bottom vigorously and a few tears trickled down her red face.

Andrea was next and she was still in her school uniform, having left her sports’ bag on the bus that morning, or so she claimed. Her skirt was raised over her back and her skimpy black lace panties barely provided any protection from the cruel slipper. Like the other two, she took her three whacks … WHACK … WHACK … WHACK, but with minimum fuss. She gracefully stood back up and didn’t rub her bottom as an act of defiance.

Elaine was touching her toes whilst the other three got their spankings and felt Miss Coltrane approach. Her knickers, now tightly stretched across her bottom, were revealed to the group. WHACK… the first stroke hit low on her left buttock and she grunted. The slipper was more painful than she remembered it being when she got it in year 10 and she was just recovering when WHACK… the second hit her low on the right buttock. The third WHACK thudding across the lower part of both cheeks and she squealed, much to the delight of the other girls.

After their slipperings, the errant girls were sent to the PE lost property bin to find regulation kit. All four girls found the items they were missing, but Elaine's knickers were much too small and the elastic dug into her already tender bottom. By the time they returned to the gym the other girls had set off on the cross country course.

“Right, off you go ladies and try your best to catch up with the rest of the field.” Miss Coltrane smiled.

“Yes, Miss,” the girls replied.

“Oh, and don’t forget you are due the rest of the punishment when you have returned and showered.”

“Thank Miss,” the girls replied, knowing that it was usual for another three strokes of the slipper to be given after the run when all the other girls had left. They were normally bent over the gym horse for those, and the PE staff liked the idea that the girls had something to ‘look forward to’ whilst they went on their run.

Elaine ran hard and, despite her bottom smarting a little, she made good progress and finished strongly.

The girls all showered, with the four incorrectly dressed girls easily identified as their bottoms were still a little red from the slippering they had received earlier. Once all the other girls had left the changing room, Melanie, Audrey, Andrea and Elaine were the only ones left. They had changed back into their school uniforms and reported to the gym where Miss Wright had positioned the vaulting horse in the middle with the plimsoll lying on the top of it.

“OK ladies, let’s finish this off. You know full well the expectations of PE kit at this school and we don’t really expect to be slippering sixth form girls. But here we are.” Miss Coltrane handed the slipper to the new student teacher.

“As part of your training, Miss Wright, you will spank these girls with the plimsoll. Three strokes each.”

“I will indeed; they deserve it,” Miss Wright responded with a big smile. She wasn't much older than the girls themselves but she looked like she might enjoy the experience.

“Melanie, you’re first. Skirt up, tights down and bend over the horse,” Miss Coltrane instructed.

Melanie's white knickers were once again on show as she lay over the horse, skirt over her back, her slightly pink bottom high up in the air and feet off the ground. WHACK … WHACK … WHACK, she got a further three strokes. Miss Wright had clearly learnt where to aim and she hit exactly the same areas as Miss Coltrane, but definitely a degree harder as Melanie's yelps and kicking feet indicated.

“Thank you, Miss,” Melanie responded as she stood up rubbing her bottom and pulling her green school tights up.

“Audrey, you're next.” Miss Wright pointed at the horse as Melanie left the gym.

A further three whacks echoed around the changing rooms. Audrey’s bottom wobbled as she lay across the horse with her tights down to her knees and her pink panties on show. She yelped and her feet kicked as she took her slipper spanking. Her bottom was clearly sore, evidenced by her squirming and yelping. She got off the horse, stood up and looked very ungainly as she pulled her green tights up and rubbed her bottom at the same time as she thanked Miss Wright.

Andrea was next up. She pulled her tights down and elegantly lay over the horse. Her long legs nearly touched the floor, her stylish black lace knickers were again taught and her bottom was in the perfect position for a spanking. Miss Wright had a gleam in her eye and gave the girl three very solid whacks. There were gasps from Andrea but she took them well given that Miss Wright had deliberately taken a pace back and put a bit more effort into it. Elaine knew that would have hurt but Andrea was very stoic and didn’t cry out.

“Thank you, Miss Wright,” Andrea smiled as she stood up and pulled her tights up, knowing she had annoyed Miss Wright by not submitting to the pain. There was no rubbing of the bottom as she departed.

“Your turn, Elaine,” Miss Coltrane introduced her to Miss Wright who was whacking the slipper into the palm of her hand, clearly relishing the experience and hoping for more.

Elaine stood in front of the horse, pulled her green tights down to her knees, raised her skirt and lay across the horse. Her waist was supporting her weight on the top of the horse, her feet off the ground and she could feel the cold air of the gym on the top of her legs as she waited for the second part of her slippering. Miss Wright took her position and swung hard ... WHACK. Elaine gasped as the slipper punched the lower part of her left buttock. That was indeed much harder than Miss Coltrane and she wriggled her bottom as the warmth spread across her buttock, her legs kicking involuntarily. The next two strokes, one on the right buttock and the final one across the centre of her bottom, made Elaine yelp. Her bottom was sore and she continued to kick her legs as the last stroke struck home. She composed herself as she got off the horse, pulled her tights up and thanked the trainee teacher, who smiled at her knowing fully well she had spanked her hard. The word about how hard Miss Wright spanked soon filtered around the school.

Once dressed with her green tights back in place, Elaine went for lunch. She sat very gingerly and then remembered she had an appointment with Mrs Deakin, the headmistress, at 4.00 pm. She chatted to her friends about the slippering, but her mind was mostly on the fact that she was quite likely to be caned, and caned hard. That on top of the slippering was not something she was looking forward to. What a terrible day this was turning out to be, and worse of all she would have to confess all to her mother later.

****

At 4.00 pm, Elaine arrived outside Mrs Deakin’s office. The two year 11 girls whose names had been read out in assembly that morning were already there and looked nervous. Elaine sat on a chair next to them, felt the slight warmth of the slippering from earlier, and they all waited in silence. In truth there wasn’t much to say. The office door opened and Rachel and Georgina were called in by Mrs Deakin in a very matter-of-fact tone of voice. There were muffled voices and then SWISH …. CRACK … the sound of a cane making contact with a girl's bottom could be heard, followed by a yelp. It sounded like Mrs Deakin wasn’t in the mood for any nonsense today.

“Get back in position young lady,” The headmistress’s voice could be heard through the closed door. Clearly, whoever was first over the desk had felt the sharp pain of the cane too much and had stood up to rub their bottom, a familiar scenario to Elaine.

Three more strokes followed. They were quite audible with about five seconds gap between each one, the yelps of the girl increasing in volume as each stroke hit home. Elaine’s bottom, already a little sore, twinged in sympathy and she could easily imagine one of the girls, leaning over Mrs Deakin’s desk, hands grasping the far edge with her school skirt over her back, knickers and tights stretched tight across her bottom, which would be sticking out for its punishment.

A break in proceedings indicated that the girls were changing positions and then four more strokes followed, with the customary five seconds again between each one. They were accompanied by four yelps, but this time from a different voice. After which there was silence.

Half a minute or so after the final stroke and yelp, the door opened and the girls came out of the office. Both were rubbing their bottoms and had tears in their eyes.

“I do not want to see you here again,” Mrs Deakin spoke sternly as the girls left and made their way down the corridor in miserable fashion.

“Right, Elaine, in you come.”

As they entered the office the door shut behind them.

“I am as surprised as everyone by your conduct, Elaine. It is out of character I grant you but in the real exams you would have got a mark of zero for that paper and your life would have been in tatters. You need to be taught a lesson for your own good.”

“Yes, Miss,” Elaine replied.

“Was anyone else involved in this, or did you instigate and execute this by yourself?”

Elaine hesitated. “Erm, it was just me, Miss.”

“I don’t buy that for one minute, but you will take the punishment, nonetheless. Six strokes of the senior cane, plus an extra two strokes for whoever else was involved.”

Elaine gasped, looked at the floor. There was nothing to say.

“Well, you know the routine except that you are now in the Upper Sixth. So, tights down please, and bend over the desk in the usual manner, grasping the far edge.” Mrs Deakin was indeed in a ‘just-get-on-with-it’ mood.

Elaine was about to protest about having to lower her tights as well, but it wasn’t worth it, so she pulled her green tights down to her knees and stretched over the desk with her legs straight. Mrs Deakin raised Elaine’s skirt over her back so that her dark blue, white polka dot knickers were on view and stretched across her bottom for the third time that day. She waited for her discipline.

“I heard that the PE staff had cause to spank you and a few other girls just before lunch,” the headmistress continued as she went to the cupboard and took out the senior cane. It was the same cane Elaine had the misfortune of feeling on her bottom the year before. It was straight, quite thick and had little bend in it. Elaine knew how it felt and she also knew eight strokes would leave the whole of her bottom striped and very sore.

“Yes. Miss, I forgot my gym knickers.”

“Well, I can see some indication that Miss Wright and Miss Coltrane dished out the slipper,” Mrs Deakin noted as she looked at the red patches visible on Elaine’s bottom where the slipper had impacted the flesh by the edge of the knickers.

The headmistress took her position to the left of the girl and placed the cane across the centre of the well-presented bottom. She was determined these would be painful and that her bright, academic pupil would not be making the same mistake in the real exams.

With her eye in from having caned the two year 11 girls a few minutes earlier, the headmistress took the cane back and up to shoulder level, and she swung hard enough for Elaine’s bottom to wobble on impact as the cane cut into the centre of the bottom ... SWISH ... CRACK.

“Arghhh!” Elaine cried out as she gripped the desk firmly. It really smarted and felt worse than the memory of her previous caning.

Five seconds later, the rod was once again taken back and SWISH ... CRACK ... it landed just below the first stroke.

“Owwww! Aghhh!” Elaine grunted as she felt the cane sting. She wanted to stand and rub her bottom, but knew better. Even after two strokes she was gripping the desk hard. Each stroke felt like a wasp’s sting and then the pain spread out across her buttocks. She was regretting looking at those notes.

In measured fashion, five seconds later, the cane returned to shoulder height and cut through the air ... SWISH ... CRACK. The third stroke was slightly lower than the previous two and just above the crease between buttocks and legs.

“Nggg! Arghhh! Owww!” Elaine protested wildly but stayed in position, her feet lifting alternately and her bottom wriggling to try to rid herself of the pain which was spreading out quickly and making her bottom feel like it had been lowered onto hot coals.

The headmistress delivered the fourth stroke right into the crease between bottom and legs … SWISH ... CRACK and Elaine gasped, yelled out and stood up to rub her bottom. She was bending her knees and rubbing frantically.

“Young lady, get back over that desk or I will ask my secretary to come in, hold you down and I will pull your knickers down and give you a bare bottom caning.” Mrs Deakin was clearly not in the mood for making this last any longer than necessary.

Elaine grimaced at the thought, lifted her skirt and resumed her position over the desk.

Mrs Deakin raised the cane and SWISH ... CRACK … it hit the centre of Elaine's bottom. A harder stroke than the others, it was obviously intended to remind Elaine to stay in position.

“Aghhh! Owwww! Owww!” Elaine wailed and tears welled up in her eyes. Her bottom was smarting and her feet were kicking as she grasped the edge of the desk like a white knuckle ride.

It was clear the fifth stroke had overlapped with a previous stroke and the headmistress knew that the ridge would now stand even more proud and would turn purple and fade slower than the others.

Once Elaine was composed the cane was raised and the sixth stroke … SWISH ... CRACK ... was delivered higher up the bottom. Despite being painful, it didn’t smart as much as the last few strokes. Elaine wriggled and held her position well.

“Just two to go, Elaine, and of course these wouldn’t be necessary if you tell me who else was involved.”

“No-one else was involved, Miss,” Elaine said in a not very convincing voice which both parties in the room recognised.

“Very well.”

The cane was raised again and came down hard … SWISH ... CRACK ... and the headmistress was pleased to hear the yelping Elaine produced. It was a good indication that the message was getting through and that the last stroke must have caught a little bit of a previous stroke. She was unable to tell just where a stroke landed in relation to other strokes because the girl had her knickers on; in some ways bare bottom canings would have been easier to control, she thought.

Elaine was once again allowed to steady herself with her bottom sticking out for its punishment, feet firmly on the floor about a shoulder’s width apart and knickers nice and tight across the striped buttocks. The cane was raised just a little higher than shoulder height and was brought down a little firmer across the lower part of the buttocks.

“Arghhh! Arghhh!” Elaine wailed and just managed to hold onto the edge of the desk with her bottom throbbing and feeling like it would be sore for ever.

“Right, you may stand up and pull your tights up,” Mrs Deakin said as she returned the senior cane to the cupboard.

Elaine stood up and very slowly pulled her green tights up, a painful experience as they grazed the ridges now surely standing proud on her bottom.

“I hope that is the end of the matter, Elaine, although I suspect your mother will have something to say when you get home.

“Yes, thank you Miss. I have learnt my and I know my mum will have more than something to say when I get home,” Elaine sobbed as she left the office, tears rolling down her cheeks and her bottom throbbing in pain from what had been a very good yet well-deserved and well-intentioned thrashing.

Mrs Deakin was in no doubt there would be no cheating from Elaine in the summer.

****

Elaine’s journey home was painful with her swollen bottom throbbing all the way. She wasn’t able to sit down on the bus and anytime someone brushed against her she squirmed. As she entered the kitchen her mother took one look into Elaine’s eyes, told her to sit down and put the kettle on.

“What has happened at school, sweetheart?” she asked. “You look awful. Are you OK?”

Elaine started to cry and explained the whole day to her mum, including the slippering and the caning and the reasons for her punishments.

As they drank their tea, Elaine’s mum was sympathetic but she agreed with her daughter that she had quite rightly been given a thoroughly deserved spanking from the PE staff and from the headmistress.

“I am surprised you didn’t tell me about the exams over the weekend, although I guess you hoped nothing would come of it,” Mrs Makin said thoughtfully. “Anyway, you know the house rules, Elaine. Don’t you?”

“Yes mum. I am expecting you to spank me as well.”

“Indeed I will. We will have dinner first and then we will go upstairs and take a look.”

In customary fashion, as dinner finished, Mrs Makin asked Elaine to follow her to the bedroom. When they arrived, her mum sat on the stool next to the dresser and Elaine stood by her right knee. Her mum lifted Elaine’s school skirt, pulled her green tights down to her ankles, yanked her knickers down to her knees and pulled her across her lap.

“Well, well, that is one very sore bottom,” Mrs Makin observed. She could quite clearly see eight angry ridges standing proud across her daughter’s bottom, although a couple looked to have overlapped and those looked very sore indeed. “Mrs Deakin dishes out very firm punishments I must say. No doubt you have learnt a lesson?”

“Yes, mother,” Elaine responded as she looked at the carpet with her palms down on the floor supporting her body weight, stabilizing herself over her mother’s knee.

For the next thirty seconds, Elaine was held firmly in position as her mother smacked her sore bottom hard with her hand. There was wriggling, gasping, yelping and it was a painful time. Elaine’s bottom had purple ridges across it from the caning and where there were gaps between the ridges the flesh turned dark red as the hand spanking reignited the pain.

With her daughter still in position over her knee, Mrs Makin explained, “Every evening after dinner we will come here and I will be checking the marks on your bottom. Once they have gone I will deal with the cheating in the exams. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mum,” Elaine groaned.

Thirty seconds later, during which her bottom was again smacked by her mother, Elaine stood up, took her tights and knickers off rather than pulling them back up over her sore, swollen bottom, and went straight to her bedroom.

****

Elaine did indeed get her bare bottom inspected every evening and it wasn’t until the Friday evening that the marks and ridges from the caning had dissipated. Mrs Deakin on the Wednesday did give her daughter a firm hand spanking after dinner on the bare bottom as a reminder that she was not going to accept the behaviour,

So, after dinner on the Friday evening, Elaine followed her mother to the bedroom. Normally, the hairbrush would be the choice of implement for a follow-up spanking. However, Elaine’s mum had decided to use the strap that Elaine’s father had used when she was younger. It was a thick army belt with the buckle removed and didn’t need to be folded over. It was as close to a prison strap as it was possible to get and it certainly stung when applied to a bare bottom.

“For cheating in the exams, I am going the give you the strap, Elaine,” her mother told her.

“Yes, mum.” Elaine knew better than to argue.

“Take you skirt, tights and knickers off.”

Elaine undid her skirt, took it off, folded it and placed it neatly on the bed. Her green school tights were next off, followed by the pale blue cotton panties with dark blue navy edging which she had worn that day.

Four pillows had already been stacked on the bed and Elaine, naked from the waist down, was positioned over them so that her bottom was sticking up, her head was at the top of the bed and her feet at the bottom end. She lay face down awaiting her thrashing with the strap.

Unusually, her mother did not say how many strokes were to be given but stood to the side of the bed with the strap raised over her shoulder.

“Cheating in the real exams, as I am sure the headmistress has told you, would have been a life changing mistake, young lady. I am not going to allow you to make that mistake in the summer.”

“Thank you, mum, I am sorry.” Elaine turned her head to look at her mum so that they both knew how sincere she was. She then turned her head so it was face down in the bed.

The strap swung through air and ... CRACK ... CRACK ... CRACK. Mrs Makin gave her three good hard strokes across the middle of her bottom.

“Owww! Arghhh! Arghhh!” Elaine squealed and wriggled as the strap heated up her bottom.

Mrs Makin had not used the strap before but it didn’t feel or look like it. Elaine's bare bottom was an angry shade of dark pink across the middle where the three strokes of the strap had bitten in.

CRACK … CRACK … CRACK … more strokes landed further down the buttocks and areas were now turning from white to different shades of pink, red and dark red as the thrashing continued.

After 12 strokes there was a pause. The whole of Elaine's backside was throbbing and looked very sore as the pillows pushed it up high to meet each swing of the strap.

“You may now go to your room and compose yourself and we will watch a movie when you come downstairs. I will finish the washing up while you get ready.”

“Yes, mum. Thank you so much. I have learnt my lesson and I will do well in my exams in the summer without any cheating,” Elaine said as she slowly got off the bed, collected her skirt, tights and knickers and went to her room, tears rolling down her cheeks and her purple swollen bottom in full view. A painful lesson was most definitely learnt. It had been a dreadful week.

The End

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