Victoria Evans entered the sixth-form common room and found it empty. A glance at the clock showed there were just over five minutes before the 4.10 pm meeting she had called was due to start. The long table against one wall of the room attracted her attention. She would use it to lean against when she addressed the twenty-nine other girls that comprised the school’s sixth form, and she would rest the A4 piece of paper containing a few notes on it which she had written half an hour ago, not that she really needed notes. The subject of the meeting was at the fore of her mind.

Looking at the highly polished oak table, she pictured the scene just a few weeks ago when two girls, Annabel Richards and Tessa Davenport, had been bent over the table with their skirt or trousers pulled down along with their knickers. This was the tradition after a girl or girls had been caned by the headmistress, Miss Heather Walton. They would be hauled into the common room, their bottoms would be bared and everyone would stare at and comment on the angry red tramlines left by the caning. Annabel and Tessa knew the tradition, though, so they hardly had to be forced to adopt the humiliating position.

Victoria’s thoughts were soon interrupted by other members of the sixth form entering the common room, including her two closest friends, Hannah Humphries and Emily Ponsonby.

“What’s this all about?” Hannah asked.

“It’s not about the party last Friday is it?” Emily suggested.

“What else?” Victoria confirmed.

“Oh god!” both Hannah and Emily replied.

Within just a few minutes, the entire sixth form had arrived, as confirmed by Victoria counting those present. She leaned against the long table and addressed the girls.

“Girls, I’m afraid I was called to Miss Walton’s study earlier today, and the subject was the mess left by us after our party on Friday evening. To add to our woes, remains were found of various cigarettes, not all containing pure Virginia leaf, if you catch my drift. Miss Walton was firstly not impressed by the cleaners having to cope with the mess, but she was particularly angered by the idea that illicit smoking materials had been consumed on school property.”

Amid a number of concerned faces, several appeared less bothered.

“So what?” one girl responded. “She can hardly cane the entire sixth form, can she?”

“Unfortunately, Miss Walton agrees with you, Susan. That’s why I’ve had to call this meeting at rather short notice.”

“Don’t tell me! We’re all in detention next Tuesday!” A different girl called out.

“Some of us have got hockey practice after school on Tuesday,” someone said.

When a general chatter broke out, Victoria rapped her knuckles on the long table and called for them to be silent.

“Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for some, Miss Walton has devised a solution. She has asked me to select three girls who will go to her study at 2.00 pm tomorrow where they will be caned; six strokes.”

The room became restless again, and noisy, as a number of girls howled in protest.

“Girls! Girls! Don’t all speak at once!”

“So, who are you going to choose, Victoria? Not your mates, I presume?” Susan Howard called out.

Victoria ignored her. “I’ve been thinking about the best way to handle this, girls. Surely, it’s better just three of us are caned than every one of us? Isn’t it?”

“It depends who you choose.”

“Will we follow the procedure through, like we did with Annabel and Tessa?”

“It is the tradition, so I suppose we will, Jenny.” After letting the group have another discussion amongst themselves, Victoria called for silence again.

“Okay, here’s what I propose. I’ve decided I’m putting myself forward to be caned. As head girl, it seems only right and proper I do that. I did wonder if, maybe, there are a couple of you who know something about the spliffs found by the cleaners. Maybe you might feel it only honorable that you accept a caning too?”

When no one volunteered themselves as either knowing anything about the cannabis or being prepared to be caned for it, Victoria added, “If no one is going to come forward to be caned with me, then I suggest the remaining two places are selected by drawing lots. That at least gives everyone an equal chance. Two out of twenty-nine of you? Those are pretty good odds, if you ask me.”

“No? No one going to admit they deserve to be caned?” Victoria looked around the room. Everyone looked blankly back at her, and her two friends, Hannah and Emily avoided eye contact. “Then we’ll have to draw lots.”

Victoria allowed the girls to discuss her suggestion between themselves. Those who she suspected did have something to do with the residues of smoking, tobacco and cannabis, seemed more keen on the idea of drawing lots than those quieter, better behaved girls who probably wouldn’t know how to get hold of cannabis. She tried to think of a way to single out the more innocent girls and allow them to avoid the lottery, but nothing came to mind.

“Time is pressing, girls,” Victoria called out. “What shall we do?”

“We’ll go for drawing lots,” several replied.

“Okay, Hannah and Emily, can you help me please?”

Hannah was sent to fetch some paper and Emily emptied the contents of a small wastepaper bin, then they tore the paper into twenty-nine pieces of roughly equal size. On just two of the pieces, Hannah wrote the word ‘cane’. With all the scraps of paper folded twice and deposited in the bin, it was impossible to tell which two pieces would condemn the recipient to being caned by Miss Walton.

“Okay,” Victoria called out. “Each of you must take one folded piece of paper from the bin. If the piece of paper you pull out has the word ‘cane’ written on it then you should join me here by the table.”

As Hannah took the bin around the room to each girl in turn, and each girl selected a piece of paper, she first noticed a small quiet girl called Jessica Reynolds suddenly frown before several tears started rolling down her face. A few moments later, a more hearty girl called Elizabeth Hunter swore and held up her selected piece of paper.

“Okay, Jessica and Elizabeth, come and join me by the table. Unless anyone feels they should volunteer to take the place of either Jessica or Elizabeth, then you may leave.”

More chatter broke out amongst the girls as they left the common room.

“Wipe your eyes, Jessica. There’s some tissues over on the coffee table. I’m sorry you were one of the unlucky two but it can’t be helped.”

“I’ve never even had the slipper,” Jessica whined as she crossed the room to one of three small coffee tables with chairs grouped around them.

“And I’ve never been caned before,” added Elizabeth. “Actually, I’ve never been in Miss Walton’s study before. What happens? Like, do you know how she does it and stuff?”

“I have been called to assist on a couple of occasions,” Victoria replied. “And I’ve also not had the cane before.”

“But you know how she does it?” Elizabeth persisted.

“Yes. With the punishment being six strokes, she will cane us across our bottoms, across the seat of our knickers, to be precise. So bear that in mind when you get dressed tomorrow. Thongs and very brief underwear would not be a good idea.”

“Is it really, really painful?” asked Jessica, a slim girl with glasses, and her blond hair tied back in a ponytail. She appeared extremely concerned.

“Like I said,” Victoria answered as she sat herself up on the leading edge of the long table. “I’ve never actually experienced it myself, but from what I’ve seen it is quite fierce when the cane actually hits you. After a few minutes, though, it’s just very sore.”

“Marvellous!” Elizabeth exclaimed. She tossed her shoulder-length dark hair and put her hands on her hips.

“I’d recommend wearing trousers rather than skirts tomorrow, so you don’t have to wear tights. Easier to slip down,” Victoria continued. “I was a witness when Annabel and Tessa got it a few weeks back. Miss Walton asked me to witness it, for some reason. Anyway, they were both wearing skirts and tights, and there was a lot of fumbling around while they took their skirts and tights off. I just think it will be easier with trousers.”

“I can’t believe how you’re both taking it so calmly!” Jessica said.

“We’re not!” Elizabeth retorted. “I’m as scared as hell, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“The other girls won’t do to us what they did with Annabel and Tessa, will they?” Jessica asked, frowning.

“I think they might, Jess. Best to be prepared for it,” Elizabeth answered.

“Oh god!”

“I suggest we meet up in room 4C at 1.50 tomorrow. It will be empty then, and it’s a short walk to Miss Walton’s study. Any questions? No? Okay, girls, I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

****

“So, are we ready?” Victoria asked when Elizabeth Hunter and Jessica Reynolds joined her in the empty classroom that was room 4C.

Victoria noted they were all wearing grey trousers with their white blouses, black and grey striped blazers and red and grey striped ties.

“I’m like so scared,” Jessica replied.

“Steady on, Jess,” Elizabeth countered. “We’re only getting our bottoms smacked, albeit extremely hard, if Miss Walton’s reputation is even part true.”

“Yes,” Victoria added. “It’s going to smart, but Miss Walton will be aware we’re not necessarily the girls who caused most of the mess.”

“So she’ll go easy on us?” Jessica asked hopefully.

“No, she’ll thrash us properly, but she’ll be reasonably amicable when she does it.”

“Oh well, that’s alright then,” Elizabeth retorted sarcastically.

Victoria checked the time. It was just four minutes before two o’clock.

“We need to go, girls,” the head girl told them. She led them out of the classroom and along the corridor towards Miss Walton’s study. After briefly checking the other two were with her, Victoria knocked on the door.

“Come!”

Victoria led the other two girls until they were standing in front of the headmistress’s large desk.

“Victoria? I’m surprised to see you here. And Jessica?”

Elizabeth noted the headmistress wasn’t apparently surprised to see her there.

“I felt it only right that I be caned, headmistress,” Victoria replied. “I’m the head girl and so must bear some responsibility. It was impossible to single out anyone who was particularly responsible for causing the mess or smoking on school premises, so Elizabeth and Jessica were part of everyone else drawing lots. It seemed the fairest way to choose who else should be punished.”

“Did no one own up to causing any of the mess or smoking? You did ask them, I presume.”

“Yes, headmistress, and no, no one owned up.”

“Very well. So, I gather Jessica and Elizabeth were just unlucky, were they?”

“Yes, headmistress.”

Miss Walton stood up and went over to a tall corner cabinet, opened the door and delved inside. She withdrew a slender school cane two and a half feet long and half an inch thick. One end had red tape wound around for about seven or eight inches to provide a handle with a firm grip. She went across to the side of her study where three comfortable-looking armchairs were grouped around a circular coffee table.

“We’ll use this chair,” Miss Walton explained as she patted the top padded rail of one of the armchairs. “Victoria, perhaps you’d like to go first to show the others how it’s done?” she said with a smile.

Victoria had anticipated she would be the last to be caned and so was caught off-guard. When she hesitated, Miss Walton called, “Come along girl! Be brave!” which annoyed the head girl.

As Elizabeth sniggered, Victoria deliberately took her time removing her blazer, folding it and placing it on the headmistress’s desk. She took the seven or eight steps across the room and stood at the back of the designated armchair where she immediately unfastened the waistband of her grey trousers and slid down the zip. Miss Walton waited patiently as Victoria pushed her trousers down her long legs, folded up the tail of her white blouse and bent over the back of the armchair. She was wearing brief white knickers which were now stretched tightly across her neat round bottom.

“Hold still, Victoria,” Miss Walton commanded as she lightly tapped the head girl’s bottom with the cane.

Suddenly, the headmistress drew the cane quickly back and whipped it down to impact sharply with Victoria’s bottom. The head girl jerked noticeably but remained silent. When the next two strokes lashed across the seat of Victoria’s knickers, lower down where less of her bottom was covered by her underwear, the jerks became more noticeable.

Another two strokes soon followed, accompanied by more jerks and even the odd grunt, and Elizabeth and Jessica began wondering to themselves whether they would be the next to suffer.

For Victoria’s final stroke, Miss Walton drew the cane further back and leaned into the stroke as she aimed at the very centre of the girl’s bottom. Victoria howled when it struck her.

“Thank you, Victoria,” the headmistress said to confirm Victoria’s punishment had been satisfactorily concluded.

Victoria eased herself off the back of the armchair and gave her bottom several rubs before reaching down to pull her trousers back up. The trousers felt extra tight and Victoria struggled to refasten them. Then she went back to stand with the other two girls, giving her bottom another rub on the way.

“Elizabeth, I think we’ll have you next,” Miss Walton called out.

A brief nod of the head suggested Elizabeth had reckoned she would be next to go, and the call over to the armchair came as little surprise. Like Victoria, she had accepted her fate despite feeling somewhat aggrieved to have been selected for punishment. She dutifully removed her blazer and handed it to Victoria.

As Elizabeth approached the headmistress, she smiled weakly at Miss Walton and positioned herself at the back of the armchair before unfastening her grey trousers and pushing them down. With the trousers at knee level, and her pale blue panties partly visible, she herself folded up the tail of her white blouse before bending over. She was almost as tall as Victoria, so had little difficulty in positioning herself with her head low down near the seat of the armchair and her bottom well presented for Miss Walton’s attentions.

Within seconds, the headmistress had applied the first stroke, which caught Elizabeth unawares. She grunted, jerked her head up, but soon settled back into position. Victoria and Jessica noticed Miss Walton smile with satisfaction that she’d caught Elizabeth by surprise.

For the following strokes, Elizabeth was better prepared and, as Miss Walton whipped the cane across Elizabeth’s bottom she grunted at each stroke, but her movements were barely noticeable. The six strokes were administered with little drama. When told to stand up and get dressed, though, Elizabeth frantically rubbed her bottom through her pale blue panties. She frowned at Miss Walton as she turned to go back to the other two girls, which the headmistress appeared to find faintly amusing.

“Jessica please,” Miss Walton called.

Jessica didn’t move, even when Victoria started pulling the girl’s blazer off.

“Come along, Jessica, it will all be over in a couple of minutes,” Miss Walton added by way of encouragement.

“I don’t think I can,” Jessica whispered to Elizabeth.

“You have to. Here, give me your glasses. You don’t want them falling off and getting broken.”

“Jessica, I’m going to smack your bottom, that’s all,” Miss Walton told Jessica. “The other two appear to have survived, so I’m sure you will too.”

With much trepidation, Jessica took off her glasses, folded them and handed them to Elizabeth. She hesitantly moved towards the headmistress and the armchair, stopping when she was able to place one hand on the upholstered back.

“Trousers down, Jessica,” Miss Walton requested brightly.

Jessica slowly fiddled with the button securing the waistband of her grey trousers and finally managed to get it undone. The zip seemed easier to navigate, and then the trousers were loosened. A mixture of gentle pushing and gravity saw the trousers finally fall to around the girl’s lower legs. Her blouse was short enough to reveal the lower half of plain white brief panties.

“Bend over, girl!” Miss Walton commanded cheerfully, although the expression on the girl’s face displayed a very different mood.

Nonetheless, Jessica made something of an attempt to bend across the back of the armchair, but struggled through her lack of height. Victoria, looking on with Elizabeth, saw Jessica’s difficulty and went to help. Grabbing the girl by the hips, the head girl lifted her up and over the back of the armchair. Although Jessica’s feet were left dangling several inches above the carpeted floor, her head was low down near the chair’s seat and her small bottom adequately presented for application of the cane.

“There! Keep still and you’ll soon be done,” Victoria told the girl, giving her a slap on the seat of her panties before rejoining Elizabeth.

Miss Walton immediately tapped the cane across Jessica’s bottom as a warning, before unleashing the first stroke.

“Yeeouch!” Jessica cried out as she felt the intense sting across both buttocks.

Another stroke of the cane quickly followed.

“Uuuhhnnn!”

Two more strokes brought Jessica to a flood of tears.

“Victoria, would you take a couple of tissues from the box on my desk and wipe Jessica’s eyes, please,” Miss Walton requested as she took a pace back from the bending girl.

“Yes, headmistress. Certainly.”

Victoria took several tissues and went round to the front of the armchair where she dabbed away the tears trickling down Jessica’s face and moved the girl’s ponytail to the side, away from where the headmistress stood.

“There! Now you can see what’s going on,” the head girl explained. “Then at least you won’t get caught by surprise.”

Jessica wasn’t so sure knowing when her bottom was going to be struck again was such a good thing, but she nonetheless held her bottom still so the last two strokes could be administered. Miss Walton stepped forward, tapped the girl’s bottom a couple of times and whipped the cane sharply across the seat of Jessica’s panties. The sound seemed to reverberate round the room slightly more loudly.

A short delay while Miss Walton contemplated how she would apply the final stroke, then she lashed the cane across the centre of Jessica’s bottom rather harder than the previous strokes.

“Yeeeoouucchhh!!” Jessica nearly screamed.

“That’s it, Jessica,” Miss Walton said rather coldly. “You’re done. Get dressed.”

While the headmistress turned away and returned the cane to its corner cupboard, Jessica remained lying across the back of the armchair.

“Come on, old girl,” Victoria said as she and Elizabeth went over to the armchair. “Let’s get your trousers back up.”

Grabbing Jessica by the hips again, Victoria lifted the girl off the armchair and placed her back on her feet. With Elizabeth helping, they pulled Jessica’s trousers up and refastened them around her lower body.

“Ouch! That hurts!” Jessica protested when the trousers seemed extra tight and harder to fasten.

“Your bum’s a bit swollen,” Elizabeth explained.

All three girls were soon standing in front of Miss Walton’s desk again, their blazers now back on, all three nursing smarting bottoms, and all keen to leave the study.

“I do understand you three have taken punishment that quite likely should have been administered to other girls,” Miss Walton told them. “But if I had opted to cane the entire sixth form then you would have been no worse off, would you? I just hope this serves as a warning to all the others. I think there is a bit of a tradition, isn’t there? No doubt they will see what you three have had to endure on their behalf. Off you go.”

The three girls turned away and exited the study without delay. Outside in the corridor, they made their way towards the sixth form common room, all three reaching under the tails of their blazers and rubbing sore bottoms.

“She obviously knows what’s going to happen when we get back to the common room,” Elizabeth remarked.

“Do we really have to go through with that?” Jessica asked.

“It is the tradition,” Victoria responded. “We’ve done it to others, so I suppose it’s only fair we let them do it to us.”

When they entered the sixth form common room, they were met with a loud cheer. The room was full, so it looked like the entire sixth form had been waiting enthusiastically for their return from the headmistress’s study.

“Over to the long table, girls!” Susan Howard, a tall robust girl with short honey-blond hair called out.

“Yes, we know,” Victoria replied, and led Elizabeth and Jessica over to the long table where they stood facing the wall about three feet apart.

Victoria took her blazer off, folded it and placed it in front of her on the table. Elizabeth and Jessica followed suit.

Immediately, eager hands started unfastening all three girls’ trousers and pulling them right down until they were bunched around the girls’ ankles.

“Don’t forget their knickers!” Susan shouted in excitement.

A couple of girls were already working on Victoria’s underwear, and seconds later her panties had been pulled down and her bottom was exposed for all to see. Several girls commented on the evenness of the six red sore stripes that lined horizontally across her milky white buttocks. To allow them all a better view, she bent over the table.

Elizabeth, too, was subjected to similar treatment, and her bottom was quickly laid bare for everyone to see another set of quite evenly spaced welts across her bottom. As she bent over beside Victoria, she grinned.

Jessica, known for being a shy and reserved girl, received far less attention, until a close friend, Annabel, stood behind her.

“Sorry Jess, it has to be done.” Annabel then tugged Jessica’s white panties down to just below her bottom.

“Wow! Those marks look really sore, Jess,” Annabel observed. “Did it hurt when she whacked you?”

“Not too bad really,” was Jessica’s immediate reply before adding, “I suppose.”

“Go on, you’d better bend over.”

As Jessica leaned across the table beside Elizabeth, she was actually quietly pleased with herself for having survived a moderately severe caning without really disgracing herself. There had been the tears, but she couldn’t help that, and anyway she hadn’t cried that much.

Almost as much as the caning, she had dreaded the ritual of being bent over this long table and having her bottom exposed for all the sixth form to inspect. Yet, being alongside Victoria and Elizabeth as their bottoms were being inspected, even that now seemed to have a certain kudos.

The End

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