Elaine sat on the bus on her way to school. It was the last Friday in May and her final day of formal schooling as exam study leave started at 3.00 pm. She was in pristine school uniform consisting of tartan green skirt, white blouse and green blazer. Although it was May it wasn’t that warm and as sixth formers were allowed to swap their rather less flattering green woollen tights for more ladylike flesh coloured tights in the summer months that is what Elaine had chosen to do.

As the bus made its way round the streets on the way to school, stopping frequently to pick up other students, Elaine reminisced about her seven years at secondary school. In general, she had enjoyed her time at school. She was probably the brightest and most academically able of all the girls at the school and was pretty much guaranteed top grades in her exams. On the discipline front, she had been slippered a few times by the PE staff in the lower years and in the sixth form she had, through rather unfortunate circumstances, which she cared not to remember, twice, deservedly, been bent over the headmistress’s desk for four and six strokes respectively of the senior cane. Each stroke delivered with power and precision to her bottom by Mrs Deakin would be remembered. Furthermore, every time she had been punished at school her mum had followed it up with a spanking at home to ensure that her daughter had learnt her lesson.

Elaine arrived at school on time and was registered by her form tutor. There were various events that morning for the leavers and the final assembly, when Elaine was in no doubt that she would be getting a few, was after first break. As she left her form room she explained to her form tutor, Miss MacDonald, that she had to meet the Head of History regarding some revision sessions and notes, so she wouldn’t be in tutor group after assembly but would see her after lunch. Her form tutor smiled and nodded. She confirmed that she would see Elaine for afternoon registration at 2.00 pm and they could say their farewells in the last hour when they would also have their formal class and year group photographs, before departing at 3.00 pm.

Elaine, in fact. had no intention of going to the history department. The fact was that her boyfriend, Mike, who she hadn’t seen for over a week, was going travelling for the next two months and he was leaving today before school finished. She was desperate to see him before he left, so had arranged to meet him in the local pub, just down the road from the school, at 12 noon for a couple of hours. So, Elaine sneaked out the back gate of the school straight after assembly and headed to the pub where Mike was waiting. They sat in the courtyard at the back of the pub, held hands, drank a couple of beers, had a sandwich and laughed as they said their fond goodbyes. It was quarter to two when Elaine left the pub and as she turned towards the school she waved to Mike over her shoulder and bumped straight into the trainee PE teacher, Miss Wright.

“Well, hello Elaine,” Miss Wright smiled. “I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you doing in the pub during school hours?”

“Erm, I’m…” Elaine couldn’t think of any reason why she was leaving the pub. It was out of bounds even to sixth formers during the school day.

“No excuse? Well, I have a duty to inform Mrs Deakin that her star pupil, who has just collected several prizes, has once again been found to not be following school rules. Just like when you forgot your PE kit in February and cheated in your mock exams.” Miss Wright stood there in her sports kit consisting of a white blouse and red skirt with bright white trainers, smirking and sounding very pleased that Elaine was once again going to fall from grace.

“Oh, please Miss, don’t report me. It is the last day of my school career and I was just saying goodbye to my boyfriend,” Elaine confessed in a begging tone.

“Well, I tell you what, we could avoid involving Mrs Deakin. Meet me in the gym at 3.30 once school has finished, and I am sure we can work out a way of forgetting this incident. You will need to be punished, of course.” Miss Wright smiled a wicked smile and winked.

“Yes, Miss. Anything but Mrs Deakin,” Elaine blurted out. “I’ll be there.”

Elaine hurried back to school cursing her luck. No doubt Miss Wright would be administering a slippering, but at least she was spared a humiliating and painful trip to the headmistress’ office where the likelihood was that she would get 10 or even 12 strokes of the cane and her punishment would be recorded in the school’s punishment logbook.

She made it back for tutor time and enjoyed the last hour of school with her classmates. The class and year group photos were great fun but as the bell rang for the end of school and everyone left, Elaine waited in her form room for twenty minutes, wondering what exactly Miss Wright had in store. With resolution she made her way to the gym and arrived exactly on time.

The changing rooms were empty and there was no sign of Miss Wright. Elaine opened the door leading from the changing rooms to the gym and there in the middle of the gym was the vaulting horse and a size 10 white plimsoll lying ominously on top. Miss Wright was standing by the side of the horse.

“Come on in, Elaine. I haven’t got all day,” Miss Wright greeted the girl with a smile and patted the top of the horse. “I am sure a bright young lady like yourself has worked out how I am going to deal with your breaking of the rules, and let me assure you that I am very much looking forward to slippering you again. The last time was a pleasure but sadly it was only the three strokes that time. I was hoping we might have another opportunity before you left school and, well, here we are?”

“Yes, Miss,” Elaine retorted as she wandered over to the horse. Looking nervous and half remembering the slippering that the trainee PE teacher had dished out a few months before. Her bottom tightened at the thought.

“Well, your final day here is one I am going to make sure you won’t forget in a hurry,” Miss Wright continued with a smirk and a glint in her eye. Elaine was beginning to think she might have been better off bending over the headmistress’s desk for the cane as the tone of Miss Wright’s sounded serious.

“Right madam. Lift your skirt up and pull your tights and your knickers down to you ankles,” Miss Wright smiled and tapped the horse with the plimsoll.

“My knickers?” Elaine repeated.

“Oh, for sure. As this is a private, unofficial spanking and not one that will be recorded, I thought we’d do it properly. Just like the spankings I hear you get at home. I wouldn't think your mum lets you keep them on?” Miss Wright questioned.

“No, Miss, she doesn’t but…” Elaine sounded pathetic and worried.

“No buts. We can go to see Mrs Deakin if you like?” Miss Wright gave her the alternative. “And she will stripe you bottom with that cane of hers! I’ve seen girls in the showers with very nasty purple ridges across their bottoms after they have been to her office.”

Elaine had no choice. She faced the horse, lifted her skirt and pulled her flesh coloured tights down to her ankles. She then took a firm hold of the elastic waistband of her tight fitting white cotton knickers which had small, pretty blue and yellow flowers embroidered on them. She pulled them down to her ankles and proceeded to lean right across the horse as instructed. Once she was was properly balanced on the top, her toes were just touching the floor and her bare, white, pert bottom was at the perfect height to receive a good slippering.

Miss Wright took a good look at the very inviting target and raised the slipper high and back. She was determined to make every stroke count and teach Elaine a good lesson.

Elaine in her vulnerable position could only look at the gym floor so she closed her eyes and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly, WHACK! the first stinging slap was planted firmly across the centre of her bottom.

“Aghh!” Elaine yelped as the slap caught her by surprise and the sting and soreness spread quickly across her globes.

She remembered that Miss Wright certainly had a reputation for spanking hard and WHACK! the second stroke was just as painful as the first and brought back into focus the previous slippering she had received from the trainee teacher. These were equally as hard and equally as painful.

Miss Wright paused for a couple of seconds to observe the pink marks appearing across the girl’s bottom. Elaine was lifting her bottom up and down and wriggling as the painful strokes made her bottom sore. Miss Wright was enjoying the delightful sight in front of her. She wasted no time in raising the slipper high, in order to continue the thrashing; WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Four more rapid strokes ravished Elaine’s backside in quick succession. The slipper was covering all parts of her bottom and a couple strayed to the tops of her legs. Elaine howled, her feet kicked and her knickers and tights wrapped round her ankles as she squirmed on the vaulting horse. It was much worse than she thought it would be and she couldn’t help but wriggle as her reddening bottom lifting up and down in a most embarrassing and revealing manner to avoid the pain; much to the enjoyment of Miss Wright.

After the first set of six stinging swats, all delivered from above her shoulder, all of which made the pert, bare bottom in front of her wobble, Miss Wright paused to take a look at her handiwork. Elaine’s bottom was already dark pink. Miss Wright was enjoying this even more than she had hoped. It was, after all, a lovely bottom and she was in truth jealous of Elaine’s popularity and intelligence, so this was an unexpected opportunity.

Meanwhile, Elaine was grunting and squirming over the horse as the pain spread and her bottom throbbed. After a few minutes she settled down and came to rest, still balanced on the top of the horse her bottom still sticking up in the air ready and waiting. She glanced back over her shoulder at the PE mistress in the hope that her punishment had ended. She wasn’t too happy, although not surprised, to see the slipper once again raised above the PE teacher’s shoulder.

“It’s such a pleasure to have your bottom in such a suitable position, Elaine.” Miss Wright said. “We have plenty of time and intend to make the most of it and really teach you a lesson, so that you can go into the big wide world and know that when you break the rules there are consequences. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss” Elaine replied as she realised her bottom was going to continue to be spanked and was going be very sore by the time this was over. She braced herself and returned her gaze to the gym floor on the other side of the horse.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The slipper continued to cover her bottom with stinging slaps and Elaine continued to grunt, yelp and wriggle as once again her bottom was set on fire.

“Arghhh! Please, Miss. Arghhh! Please. Arghhh!” she yelled, but to no avail. The spanking continued.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! A further stinging set of six swats had been applied to her now hot, red and sore bottom.

Another long pause ensued. Miss Wright was in no rush and she had a wonderful view of the now reddened, bared bottom of the miscreant. There was no question that the sixth former deserved this spanking. There was also the added delight of humiliating Elaine by making her pull her tights and knickers down so that her bare, punished bottom was on show as it went from white, to pink to what was now a crimson colour. Indeed it occurred to Miss Wright that without knickers it was quite possible to see areas where the slipper had not visited and rectify it immediately. Elaine’s bottom was crimson all over and wriggling nicely. With no-one to disturb them, this bottom was going to be very sore by the time she had finished. Miss Wright was savouring every moment and every stroke.

“Please, Miss,” Elaine pleaded. “I am sorry and have learnt my lesson, I really have.”

“Oh not yet, Elaine. I intend to make sure you don’t sit very comfortably for the next few days at the very least. In fact I am just getting started!” Miss Wright gleamed.

The slipper was raised once again and WHACK! WHACK! two very low slaps caught Elaine’s bottom low down and the tops of her legs were stung. This caused the loudest howls yet and Elained wriggled and kicked her legs in protest with her knickers and tights clamping her ankles together. It was a splendid sight.

Suddenly, the gym door opened. “What is going on here?” Mrs Deakin asked as she strode in and observed the scene. The trainee PE teacher, with raised slipper in hand, beating the bare bottom of one of her students. She looked at the dark red, freshly spanked bottom stuck in the air with the owner bent over the gym horse.

Miss Wright looked round, startled, and Elaine, hearing a voice, stood up and turned round. She was surprised to see it was the headmistress. Both young ladies had nothing to say but looked embarrassed for rather different reasons.

“I suggest you cover yourself up, Elaine, and then both of you will make your way to my office where I intend to get to the bottom of just exactly what is going on here,” Mrs Deakin announced. She turned and left the gym wondering to herself what had happened to lead to a situation where her star pupil was being beaten over the gym horse after school had finished, on the bare bottom, by a trainee teacher. ‘Most odd,’ she thought.

Elaine grasped her knickers, which she pulled up and wriggled in discomfort as she pulled them over her tender bottom. She then pulled her tights up over her knickers and her skirt fell in place.

Miss Wright, meantime, had put the plimsoll back on the top of the horse and was cursing as she left the gym and made her way to the headmistress's office. She had some explaining to do. She knew she was in trouble and her career may well be over.

Elaine and Miss Wright entered Mrs Deakin’s office and the headmistress indicated for them to sit in the two leather chairs.

“Well, I hope there is a good explanation for what I have just witnessed,” she enquired.

Miss Wright explained about the pub and that Elaine was off premises without permission, drinking in school time and meeting a boy. She explained she had taken matters into her own hands to teach Elaine a lesson and that Elaine was happy to take an informal punishment rather than have her punishment recorded on the last day of her school career.

Mrs Deakin looked at Elaine who nodded. “I am sorry, Mrs Deakin, it is true.”

“How many strokes of the slipper were administered?” Mrs Deakin asked.

“14.” Elaine interrupted. “And there were more to come when you entered.”

“I see. Well, this is very irregular. Elaine. Please go and sit outside while I decide what to do with you, Miss Wright.” Mrs Deakin waved Elaine out of the office.

Elaine stood up, left the office and sat on a hard chair outside. It was painful to sit down, but she waited.

“I don’t know what you thought you were doing, Miss Wright,” Mrs Deakin said with displeasure in her voice. “You have no right to be spanking any of the girls on their bare bottom in that fashion. The school could be in a lot of trouble for this and, to be honest, it shows that you do not understand that discipline is given to correct the girls, not for some pleasure you may take in it. You are on thin ice, my girl.”

“I’m sorry.” Miss Wright looked down at the floor. “I got carried away and I know it was wrong. I love teaching the girls and I am sorry I have let you down. Please don’t give me a bad report and halt my career.”

“Well, you do have the makings of a good teacher, but I cannot let this slide. So, like with the girls, there is a price to pay. I think six strokes of the cane would be appropriate, don’t you?”

Miss Wright looked horrified. “Yes, Mrs Deakin, thank you,” she replied.

“Let’s get on with it then. Bend over the table and grasp the far edge.” Mrs Deakin indicated her highly polished desk.

Miss Wright bent over, grasped the far edge and her breasts lay on the desk. Her red PE skirt rose up to reveal her matching red cotton knickers which were covering most of her very pert well-toned bottom.

Mrs Deakin lifted the red skirt over the teacher's back and yanked her knickers down to her knees in a very unceremonious way. She was clearly cross.

“On the bare, of course, as that seems to be your preferred option, Miss Wright,” Mrs Deakin announced.

Miss Wright gasped as her white cheeks were exposed. She looked on as Mrs Deakin went to the cupboard and took out the straight, rigid, senior cane.

Mrs Deakin moved swiftly to the left hand side of the miscreant and, as she had done many times before, placed the cane across the centre of the girl’s buttocks and gave them two light taps.

“Six strokes.”

SWISH, CRACK! The cane whizzed through the air from above the headmistress’s shoulder and cut into the white flesh.

“Arghhhh!”

The sound of the cane landing and the yelp of the recipient could be heard outside the office. Elaine was startled. ‘Oh my! Miss Wright is having her bottom striped,.’ she thought. Elaine would have chuckled if her bottom had not been so sore and for the fact that it was highly likely that she would also be bending over very soon.

SWISH, CRACK! The second stroke hit home just below the first angry red ridge to produce a red ridge of its own with the flesh in between turned red. Miss Wright yelped again and grasped the far edge of the desk firmly. Her feet tapped on the floor, her knees bent, but she was determined to stay in position as it would look bad if she couldn’t take her strokes.

SWISH, CRACK! The third stroke came, again from above the shoulder, and cut low causing a guttural noise to emanate, followed by a howl. Elaine outside knew what a caning felt like and for a brief instance she felt sorry for the PE mistress, although she deserved it.

“I hope that this is teaching you a valuable lesson, Miss Wright. Dishing out corporal punishment is something we only do when necessary and by law it is to be conducted following the official guidelines, not in any way you choose,” Mrs Deakin reminded the trainee teacher that rules were to be followed by staff as well as pupils.

“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss,” Miss Wright grunted. She had been spanked at school and at home, where it was customary to be polite.

SWISH, CRACK! The fourth stroke landed, retuning its attention to the centre of the well-presented bottom and the first angry ridge turned purple as its companion hit home. The pain was apparent as the yelping and wriggling increased and Miss Wright clutched onto the desk for dear life, her bottom now feeling as if it had been touched by a hot, iron rod.

“Thank you, Miss,” Miss Wright instinctively moaned.

The fifth stroke was low. SWISH, CRACK! and caused much wriggling. As soon as Miss Wright was still, the final stroke cut diagonally across the other five. Mrs Deakin knew that the ‘five-bar gate’ was painful and it was fully deserved by the lady currently bending over her desk with her bare bottom no longer white but branded with stern lines of chastisement.

“Pull you knickers up,” Mrs Deakin commanded as soon as she had given enough time for the final stroke to settle.

Miss Wright grabbed her red knickers and pulled them up. They were tight and now, with a swollen, thrashed bottom, the elastic cut into the ridges and caused her to moan as the pain increased.

“You may leave and I do not want to have to speak to you again in my office about this.”

“Thank you, Mrs Deakin.”

Miss Wright opened the door, composed herself and left. She knew that Elaine had heard the whole of her caning and her yelping.

“I’m sorry,” she said to Elaine.

“Me too,” Elaine replied as the door opened and she was summoned in by Mrs Deakin.

“There is nothing further to say about this, Elaine, except that you should not have been in the pub during school hours. I am sure you mother will reinforce that when you get home. However, you have already had a spanking from Miss Wright to atone for some of your errors and, judging by how red your bottom was in the gym, I am sure a lesson has been learnt. So, I am reducing the ten strokes of the cane I would have given you to just five strokes. You know the routine. Tights down and bend over the desk.”

Elaine knew the position. She lowered her tights to her ankles for the second time that day and grasped the far edge of the desk. The cane that had been used effectively on Miss Wright was lying on the desk to her left. Her bottom was now sticking out with her flower-patterned white knickers stretching tightly across her round, sore bottom. Mrs Deakin could see dark red patches of flesh where the girl’s knickers didn’t quite cover her cheeks. ‘Miss Wright certainly slippers hard,’ she thought.

“This is not how girls usually spend the last few minutes of their time at my school. However, it needs to be done!” Mrs Deakin announced in a rather sorrowful, well-meaning voice.

“Yes, Miss.”

SWISH, CRACK! Having picked up the senior cane and tapped the bottom twice, Mrs Deakin set to work. The cane struck across the centre of Elaine’s already sore bottom.

“Arghhh!” Elaine squealed and wriggled, remembering that this was exactly why she didn’t want to end up over the desk.

SWISH, CRACK! Again the cane struck home just below the first line. Mrs Deakin certainly had her eye in and was delivering a sharp lesson to the sixth former.

Once Elaine had stopped wriggling, SWISH, CRACK! The third stroke cut low, and a howl soon followed as feet tapped and knees bent to dissipate the pain. Elaine stayed down, her bottom stuck out as she grasped the far edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. She clung on just like Miss Wright had a few minutes earlier. It was a painful experience, but unlike Miss Wright, Elaine had yet to face her mother.

SWISH, CRACK! The fourth stroke brought her sharply back into the present as another stroke cut home. Elaine howled.

The final stroke, SWISH, CRACK! was low and cut into the crease between bottom and legs. Mrs Deakin knew how to ensure that any caning she gave would be remembered each time the recipient sat down for at least two days after a caning. Elaine grunted, gasped and howled as her punishment came to an end. This was the third and final caning of her school career. The five ridges were no doubt dark purple and would look angry against the red soreness left by the slippering she had received in the gym.

“You may stand,” Mrs Deakin said.

Elaine stood up, pulled her flesh-coloured tights up, and straightened her tartan skirt.

****

Having thanked Mrs Deakin for all she had done in supporting her over the course of her school career, Elaine left school, caught the next bus home and stood up all the way, just as she had the last time she had been caned. Sitting down was not an option.

Her mother was home as she entered through the kitchen door.

“Well, that's school done, honey,” she said in an encouraging tone as she was preparing the vegetables for tea.

“It is indeed, mum,” Elaine said as she sat down and let out a moan.

“What’s the matter?” her mum said.

Elaine’s heart sank as she explained to her mother what had happened that day including skipping school to meet Mike at the pub, her bare bottom slippering in the gym and the caning of Miss Wright and herself after school had finished.

“My, my, that really was a day to remember wasn’t it? Although I don’t think that a trainee teacher should have spanked you like that. To be honest, you deserved it and indeed you deserve what I will be giving you later.”

“Yes, mum,” Elaine mumbled as she stood up to help her mum prepare the evening meal.

After dinner her mother got up and Elaine knew that was the cue to follow her mother to her mother’s bedroom where her home spankings traditionally took place.

Her mum sat on the stool next to her vanity dresser and patted her lap. Elaine approached and her mother lifted her school skirt up. She pulled her daughter’s tights down to her ankles and her white flowery knickers for the second time that day were lowered. Elaine was guided over her mother’s knee, her skirt raised, which at her age was enough of an embarrassment, not to mention having her mother see her red, freshly spanked bottom with the purple ridges from her caning standing angry and proud across her buttocks.

“Well, you have been taught a good lesson here. That Miss Wright knows how to slipper a bottom and, as usual, Mrs Deakin has not disappointed with the cane. You got off lightly with five strokes for skipping school and drinking down the local pub.”

“Yes, mother,” Elaine replied, as she looked at the carpet with her bottom feeling sore and painful as her mother rubbed the ridges.

It came as no surprise that her mother spent the next minute smacking her bottom with her hand. It was painful as her mother always smacked hard and the flurry of smacks made her wriggle and yell, especially when the hand caught the ridges low down on her bottom. It was certainly turning into a very bad final day at school.

“You may go to your bedroom now and we will have a look each evening over the weekend to see how your bottom recovers from this spanking and caning.”

“Yes, mother,” Elaine said as she stood up, took her tights and knickers off and went to her room to lie on her bed, on her tummy, and reflect on the day.

Elaine was now on study leave and the following Tuesday she had been revising all day when after dinner she was taken upstairs, her jeans and pale blue knickers were pulled down and she was put over her mother’s knee. The cane marks had all but gone and her bottom had returned to its normal ivory white colour. Her mum smacked her bottom hard and until it was nice and pink all over. Elaine squealed and wriggled.

“Go to your room, Elaine, change into your nightdress and return here with your gym shoe. There is no need to put your knickers back on,” her mother said after the spanking had finished.

Elaine went to her room, took her jeans and her knickers off, along with her T-shirt and white bra. She put her light blue cotton nightdress on and found a plimsoll in her PE bag. She returned to her mother’s bedroom where she handed the slipper to her mother. She knew exactly what to expect next. She hadn’t been slippered by her mother for a few years as recently her mother had used the hairbrush for bad behaviour, but from memory the slipper was as painful as any other spanking.

“OK. Lift your nightdress up, Elaine, and get back over my knee. I am going to finish the slippering that Miss Wright started and believe me it will put to bed your final day of schooling and we can look forward to some excellent exams results in the summer.”

Elaine eased herself over her mother’s knee and once again found herself looking at the carpet, her bare bottom sticking up. She grunted as the first, WHACK with the slipper landed in the centre of her bottom. Her mother spanked pretty hard but not as hard as Miss Wright. This was mainly because she had her daughter over her knee which restricted her swing a little. The spanking continued methodically in terms of rhythm and strength, and the whole of Elaine’s bottom quickly turned pink. After a couple of minutes her buttocks were all dark pink.

WHACK, WHACK, her bottom wobbled under the slipper as she yelped and wriggled. She pushed her hands into the floor to keep herself stable and her legs were kicking and lifting off the floor as the pain increased.

Another minute or so of spanking and Elaine’s bottom was dark red and feeling as sore as when she had been slippered at school the previous Friday. Eventually, the punishment stopped and she stood up rubbing her bottom.

“Well, that's school done, Elaine. I’ll see you downstairs when you are ready,” her mother said as she handed her daughter the plimsoll and left the bedroom.

“Yes, mum.”

Elaine returned to her room with the slipper that had just beaten her backside and she lifted her nightdress to reveal the dark red, blotchy, sore bottom in the mirror. It would be a few days before that settled down and then she would be able to sit comfortably. Her mother was right; it had been a bad final day at school.

The End

© Colin Brooks 2025

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