My name is Ying Chan and I was born in Norwich in March 1966. I have always considered myself to be English but both my parents come from Hong Kong. They came here soon after marrying in the late 1950s to open a Chinese restaurant in the city. Their business was very successful and within a few years they were able to move out from the flat above the restaurant and buy a nice house in the suburbs. They only ever planned to have one child and throughout my early years they saved hard to provide me with the best upbringing and education that they could manage.

I look Asian but sound English. I've inherited my mum's beauty with a pretty face framed by glossy black hair which, in my school days, was long but often worn tied up. My friends said that I suited this style and I was certainly never short of male admirers. My body was slim back then in the 1980s with long legs, petite firm breasts and a little compact bottom with soft, smooth skin. I played lots of sport, enjoying tennis during the summer months and hockey in the winter terms.

When I was 13, my parents enrolled me in the local private school which was an all-girls establishment that catered for both day pupils and boarders. I was a day pupil as I could walk to school quite easily from where we lived and the fees were considerably lower if you weren't boarding. About a mile away was the equivalent school for boys. The two schools had a joint board of governors but otherwise operated independently of each other.

My school was very traditional. There was a high emphasis on academic achievement and respect for others, including both staff members and fellow students. This suited me fine. I was quite a high spirited girl in those days but I liked structure and I wanted an environment where I could learn and thrive. Behaviour levels were generally good and most disciplinary issues were dealt with by detentions or withdrawal of privileges. Miss Palmer was the headmistress and for more serious matters you had to be interviewed by her. Sometimes, but not always, a visit to see Miss Palmer would result in a pupil having her bottom slippered. This was quite rare though.

I reached the final year of my school career never having had to take a slippering from Miss Palmer. Some of my friends had been slippered and when they described the process I was resolved to stay out of that sort of trouble. Judging by the red and sore bottoms that I occasionally saw in the showers, I really wasn't wanting to take any risks in that department!

However, I have already conceded that I was quite high spirited as a teenager and by the time I was in my final year I had also developed a taste for the opposite sex. In the sixth form, the girl's and boy's schools organised joint discos once a term and this generated much excitement for me and my friends. In the spring term of my final year I met a guy called Tom at one of the joint parties and we, as we thought at the time, fell madly in love. We couldn't get enough of each other but during term time it was difficult as he was a boarder and neither of us were allowed off campus unless we had a written pass that was hard to obtain.

We came up with a plan that initially worked fine. The only time during the week when we both had double free periods that coincided was after lunch on a Thursday. As I said earlier, the two school campuses were only about a mile apart and the land between the schools was mostly made up of dense woodland. So, during the spring of that year, and into early summer, we used to meet in the woods for about an hour using secluded access points from school to avoid detection. This was just about enough time for a chat and a cuddle before Tom would walk me back to the entrance into the wood nearest my school. I would then sneak round to my secret access point while he would be retracing his steps back to his school. It felt like we had come up with the perfect plan.

One tradition that the school refused to let drop was morning assembly. At 9.00 am every school day, Miss Palmer, or the deputy head, would take assembly and everyone had to attend. There was a religious element, a section for school notices, sport reports were read out and finally any disciplinary issues were addressed. Often this used to be confined to reminders about things like dress code or littering but occasionally a girl might be named and asked to see Miss Palmer afterwards in her study. We all knew that anyone named was in fairly big trouble.

So, when I was named one Friday morning in the early weeks of my last summer term my heart sank. I genuinely couldn't think of anything that would justify me having to see Miss Palmer that day.

When I got to her study she had someone else in seeing her so I stood and chatted to Mrs Wilson, who was the school secretary. I wondered whether she knew why I had been summoned but I kept the conversation light and breezy to cover my nervousness. When Miss Palmer's other visitor had left Mrs Wilson showed me in.

Miss Palmer was maybe in her early 40s. She was quite tall and always immaculately turned out. She exuded natural authority but at the same time came across as both fair and kind.

“I'll come straight to the point, Ying,' she opened up with. 'Yesterday afternoon you were seen coming out of the woods by the school hand-in-hand with a boy. This action broke a number of school rules. Firstly, you did not have a pass out. I've checked. Secondly, your free periods are for study, not for walking in woods. Finally, and most seriously, you clearly were having a liaison with a boy which raises a number of possibilities that I can only guess at. However, I can only punish you for what has been reported to me. Much more than hand holding could have resulted in me expelling you, Ying but I have no way of knowing what was going on in the woods between you. On this basis I'm going to suspend you from school for a week unless you are prepared to accept me slippering your bottom. And it would be six of the best, Ying, not the normal four, for this type of offence.”

I was devastated. I really hadn't seen this coming but I had no basis for arguing my case. I'd been caught and that was all there was to it. I immediately knew that I couldn't accept getting the slipper. I was 18 and this was a punishment for children, surely? Also, I knew the drill from other girls who had been punished by Miss Palmer. Part of the procedure was that the girl who was to be slippered had to see Mr Phipps during the day to ask him for the punishment plimsoll. Mr Phipps was in his late twenties and was Head of Sport. He was therefore only a few years older than me and the truth was that he was very good looking, and I'd had a crush on him for some time. I would die of embarrassment if I had to ask him for the plimsoll so that Miss Palmer could spank my bottom! Impossible!

This part of the process was so annoying. Miss Palmer could clearly keep a selection of shoes in her study for this purpose, so involving Mr Phipps was nothing more than a device to worsen the punishment. The final straw was that I knew that six with the slipper meant that I would be required to not only raise my dress but also to lower my knickers. Four was applied over the knickers but six was supposed to be the toughest sanction that dictated two extra strokes and no protection.

“I'll take the suspension, Miss,” I replied.

“OK Ying. I'm a little disappointed as you'll miss an important week of schooling in the run up to your exams. But it's your call. All I would say is that you can change your mind at any time. We'll not expect you in school next week but you can come in any morning you want and see me after assembly to confirm that you'd rather be slippered. I'll then know to expect you later that day so we can deal with your punishment. You can stay in school today and I suggest you use the day to make sure that you have all possible resources to make the most of your week away. By the way, I'll not have to write to your parents as you are over eighteen.”

With that I left to go to my first class of the day. I was upset but I knew that I had taken the best option for me. No second thoughts and by the time I was due to go home I was well prepared for a week of home study. I told my close friends about the situation and they all agreed that I realistically had no choice. Nobody else mentioned it to me and it seemed like my predicament had gone largely unnoticed.

This was all fine until I got home. My dad and mum were at work but as the evening wore on I realised that I was going to have to explain to them why I wasn't going to be in school the following week. To put it mildly, they were not going to be happy. Wasting their money, messing around with boys, breaking school rules and compromising my education would all likely be in the mix. I could see further punishments were likely. My parents had never used corporal punishment on me but I could feel a lengthy spell of being grounded coming my way. But it was the shame of it that was the worst bit for me. I resolved to go to bed before they got in and face the music in the morning.

I hardly slept a wink. I was shattered on that Saturday morning and mum sensed that there was something wrong. She kept asking me, but I couldn't bring myself to confess my sins. By lunchtime I'd made up my mind; I'd have to go into school on Monday and take the slippering. Suddenly that seemed to be the lesser of two evils.

So I went into school on Monday and, after assembly, I went to see Miss Palmer to tell her about my change of heart. She seemed pleased.

I was dreading having to see Mr Phipps though. I put it off until after lunch and luckily I found him on his own doing a bit of tidying up in the sports hall.

“Hi Ying,” he called out when he saw me. “What are you doing in here?” he asked in his normal bright and breezy way.

My skin colour is quite light for an Asian girl and, unfortunately, I blush terribly when I'm in an embarrassing situation. I could feel the colour rising across my cheeks. I was stumbling to find the right words but just about managed to convey that I was in trouble with Miss Palmer.

“OK, I've got that you are not popular with Miss Palmer but I can't get why you are here telling me this.” He clearly could not conceive that he had any role to play in this saga.

“I'm here to ask you for the punishment plimsoll, Sir.”

There was a heavy pause while he computed this.

“Hang on, Ying. Are you telling me that you are going to be slippered?”

I don't think he could still quite believe what he was hearing.

“Yes,” I replied. “I've got to see Miss Palmer at 5 o'clock and she is going to slipper me.”

“OK, I've got it now, Ying. Sorry if I was a bit slow. Actually, Jenny Burn from Form 5 has beaten you to it. She's getting slippered today as well and she collected the plimsoll this morning. Two separate slipperings in one day. Quite unusual. We'll have to get another one for you from the lost property bucket.”

This was all dragging out for much longer than I wanted. I followed him into his office where all the lost property was stored.

“How many are you getting, Ying?” he asked.

“Six, Sir,” I replied.

“You may wonder why I asked that but, between us, we do have a choice of several different shoes in here. If you're getting six you'll be getting slippered on your bare bottom, Ying. You do realise that don't you?” he asked.

“Yes, I realise that, Sir.”

As he rummaged in a large tub full of stray shoes he told me what he was thinking.

“I'll need to find one of a reasonable size otherwise Miss Palmer will be questioning my judgement. But I don't want you to have a shoe with a hard plastic sole as it would sting terribly on bare skin.”

He really did seem to be trying to help me as much as possible.

“This one might do the job,” he eventually said.

He handed me an old blue canvas shoe with a soft and supple rubber sole. It had small ridges running across the sole but they were well worn and didn't look capable of leaving any pattern on my bottom. It was quite heavy, though, and looked like about a size 7.

“What do you think, Ying? It's not too stiff and might be as good as we can manage.”

“I agree, Sir. Thank you. It's going to be a painful experience whatever we do!”

I said this in as cheery a manner as I could manage. He seemed to pick up on the lighter tone.

“Do you want me to try it on your bottom now to test it out?” He said this in a jokey way but there was part of me that suspected that he would love to do just that.

“No thanks, Sir. I'll take my chance but I'll see you later on when I bring the shoe back.”

With that I was gone and heading back to the sixth form common room. I hadn't thought to bring a bag so I was a bit nervous that someone would see me and work out what the shoe was going to be used for. I managed to get it into my locker without anyone noticing.

My friends seemed quite surprised to see me in school that day and I suppose they must have worked out what I would be in for come 5 o'clock. I went to my locker just before the appointed hour and took out the shoe.

“Good luck, Ying,” whispered my good friend Amy who I hadn't seen on the other side of the lockers.

“Thanks Amy,” I replied.

I was soon back in Mrs Wilson's office clutching the shoe. As soon as I saw her I knew that I was blushing again furiously, particularly given that young Jenny was already waiting by the door into Miss Palmer's study. She must have been the visitor who was in with Miss Palmer before me that morning. Jenny was clutching the regular punishment plimsoll and was already quietly crying.

“Sorry Ying, but there's a bit of a queue for Miss Palmer this afternoon. She won't be long though. Jenny is in first and then Miss Palmer will see you.”

Soon Miss Palmer's door opened and she ushered poor Jenny inside. Before long we heard the noise from the plimsoll striking Jenny's bottom. Four strikes in fairly quick succession and she was quickly back out with us. She had both hands up the back of her dress rubbing her slim bottom vigorously. She seemed quite composed by then as though the prospect had been worse than the actual event. To my untrained ear she had taken four substantial blows. Brave girl!

Then it was my turn to go into the study. I'd already decided that I would try to control events as much as possible. I wanted to behave in a strong but obedient fashion which I hoped would preserve as much of my dignity as possible under these trying circumstances. Miss Palmer did greet me as I entered her study, but without being asked I placed the canvas shoe on her desk, stepped back a couple of paces, lowered my panties before taking them off, raised my skirt above my hips and bent over so that I was holding onto my ankles. I could feel the skin tightening across my bottom.

Miss Palmer seeing my naked bottom didn't bother me. I was proud of it. Smooth darkish skin and enough flesh in the lower areas to give it a lovely, sensuous shape. Boys had often complemented me on my figure and, in particular, on my attractive bottom. However I did mind getting it slippered! I knew that in a few minutes it would be bright red and probably bruised for a few days following.

I think that Miss Palmer understood what I was trying to do. She said nothing while I was lowering my underwear and bending over. She picked up the shoe from the table and soon she had it resting on my bottom. A couple of little taps and then the first one landed. What a bang, and I could feel myself swaying forward after the impact. Then the pain followed, flooding through my bottom. I momentarily thought of Mrs Wilson listening next door.

As with Jenny, Miss Palmer kept up a reasonable pace, leaving only about 5 seconds between strikes. By the time I'd taken the third one I was beginning to learn what it was really like to be slippered. The pain builds and builds. After the fifth one I really thought that I wouldn't be able to take any more. I couldn't see properly because my eyes were filled with tears and it was all I could do to take my punishment in silence. Then the last one landed and my resistance crumpled. I cried out with the pain and little sobs were escaping through my mouth.

“OK Ying, that's you dealt with. You can leave when you are ready.”

“Thank you Miss,” I managed to say. “Sorry for having caused you all this bother.”

I was starting to regain a bit of composure. Miss Palmer put her arm around my shoulders and gave me a bit of a reassuring squeeze. I then put on my panties and made sure that my dress was smoothly back in place.

“Don't forget to give Mr Phipps his shoe back, Ying,” were her parting words.

Giving the shoe back to Mr Phipps. That was the last thing that I needed.

I could see he was in his office when I got back to the sports hall.

“Ah, Ying. How did you get on?” he opened up with.

“Well, I've got a very sore bottom, Sir. I can only trust that you made the best choice on the shoe!” I said as I put it onto his desk. My bottom was still throbbing but apart from a bit of colour in my cheeks I suppose I looked fairly normal to him. The evidence of the slippering was all hidden beneath my dress and panties.

“You should have let me trial a few different shoes on you, Ying. Not my fault if you ended up with a sore one!”

My crush on him was as strong as ever. It fleetingly crossed my mind to lift my skirt and lower my panties again to show him what that shoe had done, but I quickly realised that this could end badly for both him and me. I scurried off home and to the best of my knowledge my parents were, and have been ever since, totally oblivious to my initial misdemeanour and the consequences of my change of heart.

The End

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