It was ten to two and the corridors were filled with girls going to their first lessons of the afternoon after the lunch break. I was looking for my best friend, Pamela Jarvis, and I knew where she would be.

At least the corridor where the headmistress’s study and the school secretary’s office were located was fairly quiet as girls headed for the eastern wing of the school’s main building. Our headmistress, Miss Daines, would tolerate some noise as long as it was girls talking amongst themselves. Shouting, shrieking and the like would be a step too far and she would not hesitate to come out into the corridor and award one-hour detentions. And standing facing the wall outside Miss Daines’ study was my friend, her hands on her head and her nose to the wall.

As I approached, I saw at least four girls pinch Pammy’s bottom through her fairly tight fitting grey trousers and a couple more slapped her bottom.

“Hi Pammy,” I offered as I pushed my way to my friend.

“Hi Jane.”

I could see Pammy was embarrassed, but then any girl, especially a sixth form girl, would feel the same in her situation.

Two days ago, we had an inter-school hockey match at another all-girls private school on the other side of the county. It was a tough game and the opposition players were at times quite crude with their tackling. Pammy had her ankles tapped on at least eight occasions, as had most of us, but she was getting increasingly riled. So, when an opposing player barged into her, taking the ball away from her, and the referee didn’t call the foul it undoubtedly was, Pammy ran after the girl, wrapped her hockey stick around her ankle, and brought her crashing to the ground. The referee, one of their teaching staff, blew her whistle long and hard, and promptly sent Pammy off.

We all watched as Pammy trudged miserably back to the changing room. When the game continued, we sorely missed Pammy, one of our best players and our leading goal scorer. We ended up losing the game five goals to two.

When we got to the changing room, Pammy had already showered and changed and was sitting on one of the low benches below the row of coat hooks. Our games mistress, Dawn Phillips, berated her like Pammy was one hundred per cent to blame for our defeat, and I could see Pammy was on the point of tears. What made it worse was that most of the team supported Ms Phillips. Perhaps they were happy to avoid any criticism of their own efforts.

I sat with Pammy on the school bus back to our school, but very little was said between us. I’m sure Pammy was bitterly regretting losing her temper and getting herself sent off, but we all knew she would be facing a call to the headmistress’s study on Monday to explain herself and possibly face some sanction, possibly even the cane. Hence, I knew where Pammy would be just before two o’clock. My mission, though, was not simply to offer support to my best friend before she faced the headmistress, I also had more bad news for her.

“Um, I’m afraid I have a message to give you, Pammy. You’re asked to attend the sixth form library after school this afternoon.”

Pammy smiled. She was probably expecting the so-called invite.

“Any idea what they have in store for me?”

“Sorry, can’t say. I’m sure you’ll get a fair hearing before anything has actually been decided.” I tried to sound convincing, but Pammy knew how these after-school courts worked.

“Okay, I’ll be there. Jane, you’d better get away from here. Miss Daines could call me in at any moment, and you don’t want her to catch you talking to me.”

I took her advice and left her standing facing the wall with her hands on her head, all part of the ritual Miss Daines used when girls reported to her for disciplinary reasons. At least the corridor was quieter now with few girls still using it.

I next saw Pammy at the mid-afternoon break, back in the sixth form common room. She immediately showed me the palm of her left hand, and I noticed two red lines etched across it.

“Two strokes?” I questioned.

She nodded. “It really smarted. I hate it when she canes you on your hand. I’d have much rather got it on my bottom, even if she made me drop my trousers.”

“Agreed. And you don’t have to watch the cane coming down if you’re bending over.” That was a presumption on my part, never having been caned.

“What’s the general feeling amongst the rest of the team, Jane? Can I expect sympathy and a bit of fun at me expense, or something more serious?”

“We lost the game, Pammy.”

“Surely not totally my fault though.”

“You’re our top scorer, Pammy. That’s what’s going to be at the front of the girls’ minds.”

“Fair enough, I suppose.” Pammy looked thoughtful. “You’ll be there, will you?”

“Of course. You wouldn’t want me to miss the excitement, would you?”

Pammy smiled. “Look, feel free to join in, Jane. Don’t hang back or they might do something to you if you don’t.”

When I entered the sixth form library, in the now quiet sixth form annexe, at just before three-thirty, most of the team were already there. Our team captain, Linda Evans, sat at the head of the long table set in the centre of the room while the rest of us sat around it. When we were all there, just three chairs remained vacant. With school having ended for the day, we were all laughing and giggling as we waited for Pammy’s arrival.

When Pammy arrived, she was sent to sit at the other end of the table.

“Pamela Jarvis,” Linda began. “We are here to discuss your actions on Saturday when you were sent off while part of the team representing the school in an inter-school challenge cup meeting. Do you have anything to say?”

Pammy swallowed and stood up. “Firstly, I’d like to apologise to you all for my inexcusable action. I lost my temper and I shouldn’t have done, no matter how much I was provoked by the other girl. I realise it put the rest of you under pressure, and I’m so sorry we lost the game.”

“I believe you were called to the headmistress’s study after lunch,” I responded. “Could you tell us how your meeting with Miss Daines went?”

Pammy nodded. Hopefully, she appreciated my effort in her defence. “Yes, I was given the telling-off of my life followed by two strokes of the cane.” She held her left hand out so everyone could see the marks.

“Two strokes?” Linda queried with a chuckle. “Just two strokes. Do we all think that was sufficient punishment, girls?”

All the team members, including me, declared that it wasn’t.

“What do you think, Pamela? Do you think you’ve been amply punished?” Linda asked.

It was a loaded question; everyone knew that. Even Pammy had to smile.

“No, Linda. Miss Daines let me off very lightly. I should have got more strokes than that, even if it meant taking my trousers down and bending over her desk.”

That answer soon gained murmurs of approval.

“You agree it was very naughty of you to go after that girl and upend her with your hockey stick. You could have seriously hurt her.”

“Yes, I know. I was very foolish, very naughty, and I deserve to be thoroughly punished.”

“Would you like us to deal with you, Pamela?”

“Yes, Linda, I’d really appreciate that.”

“Please wait outside while we discuss your case. Do you have any suggestions about how we punish you, Pamela?”

“I’ll leave it to you ladies. I’m sure you’ll be very fair with me.” Pammy turned to leave the room.

“And stand facing the wall with your hands on your head,” Linda added as Pammy headed for the door.

After Pammy closed the door behind her, Linda turned to me. “Jane, do you have any ideas on how Pamela should be punished?”

All eyes turned to me. I had to be careful. If I made any suggestion that showed I was favouring my best friend then I knew I could easily end up sharing the same humiliations that Pammy would soon be facing.

“Well Linda, I think we all agree, even Pammy, that she should have got her bottom smacked by Miss Daines, and much more than a couple of strokes. So, how about we each give her a spanking of, say, ten smacks using either our hands, or perhaps we could find a slipper from somewhere.”

“Make it twelve,” someone said.

“Twenty perhaps,” another girl added.

“How many of us are there?” Linda made a quick count of all those present. “Sixteen. Even ten each would mean a hundred and sixty smacks. That’s got to be enough.”

“Do we all want to spank her?” A shy girl, Mandy Roberts, asked.

Five girls were unsure, the rest were very keen to smack Pammy’s bottom.

“How about we each give Pammy ten whacks, and each girl can choose between using her hand or a slipper,” I suggested. “That way, anyone can choose to smack hard or not, as they feel appropriate.”

Linda seemed to approve of my idea, but then asked, “Is that it, or is there anything else anyone wants to do to her?”

“We could strip her naked,” one girl suggested.

“Of course we’re going to strip her!” another offered.

“Yes, I think she’s expecting that,” I added. “And she’ll need a nice cold shower after her spankings.”

That idea met with squeals of delight.

“Okay,” Linda called to restore order. “So, let’s settle for ten spanks each, using hand or slipper at the choice of each girl. Then we strip her and cold shower her. All agreed?”

“Why don’t we strip her first, then spank her, then cold shower her?” Sandra Kemp asked.

More shrieks of excitement filled the room, and Linda had to again bring the room to order.

“Okay, we strip her, spank her, and then it’s the cold shower. Does everyone now agree?”

“Could we follow Miss Daines idea and make her stand out in the corridor for ten minutes before and after? I suggested, and then added, “Perhaps after we’ve stripped her?”

Everyone seemed to like that idea, and I felt I’d made my own position less precarious. I was asked to fetch Pammy and bring her in to face the verdict. She stood at the opposite end of the table to Linda, but didn’t sit down.

Linda didn’t speak. Instead, she stood up and motioned for everyone to do the same. Then she patted the shiny wooden surface of the table. Two girls then grabbed Pammy’s arms and another two grabbed her legs.

“I’ll put myself on the table if you want,” Pammy suggested as the girls struggled. “However you want me.”

“Face up, girls,” Linda confirmed, now Pammy was being held mid-air.

With some help from the four holding her arms and legs, and with her own willingness, Pammy ended up lying on her back on the table. At that point, she’d have known she was going to be stripped, and soon girls had undone her blouse buttons and the fastenings of her grey trousers. With Pammy helping by slightly lifting her shoulders and hips, those garments were soon removed, leaving Pammy in just her white bra and brief white panties. These also were quickly removed, again with a little cooperation from Pammy. Now fully naked, the girls released their grip on her, although Pammy remained lying there waiting for whatever was coming next.

“Please go out into the corridor and stand facing the wall with your hands on your head,” Linda commanded.

“What, naked?” Pammy asked.

When no answer came, Pammy carefully got off the table and left the room.

“Should we check?” a girl asked.

“In a few minutes,” Linda responded. “Meanwhile, we ought to get things ready for the spankings. What do we need?”

“We could bend her over the end of this table?” I suggested.

“It’s a bit high,” One girl assessed.

“Maybe set a chair with its back to the table?” Linda offered. “Then she can kneel on the chair and bend over the table.”

“Perhaps put a cushion on the chair so she’s a bit higher when she bends over?” another girl suggested, and put a cushion on the chair anyway.

“I’ll check she’s standing outside with her hands on her head,” I proposed, and went towards the door.

“While you’re heading that way,” Linda spoke. “Could you fetch Ms Phillips’ slipper? She keeps it in the bottom drawer of her desk. Try and make sure Pamela doesn’t see it though.”

I went out into the corridor and closed the door behind me. Pammy was indeed standing as directed. I waited as a couple of sixth form girls walked past. They giggled as they saw Pammy standing there and one slapped her bottom.

“Are they ready for me?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I replied, and headed down the stairs. Ms Phillips was our gym mistress and also the staff member in charge of the hockey team, and she had an office on the ground floor next to the gymnasium. The sixth form changing rooms and shower room were also situated on that floor.

Ms Phillips was sitting at her desk when I peered into her office through the open door. I was as surprised to see her as she was to see me that long after school had ended.

“Hello Jane,” she greeted me. “What are you doing here at this time of day?”

“Um, I was just wondering, um.”

While I floundered for an answer, she smiled and reached down to the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out her slipper, a rather old large thin-soled white plimsoll made grubby through years of use. Ms Phillips had a reputation for being a really hard hitter with that slipper, and I’d guess at least half of us had at some time in our school careers been bent over and whacked with it, and it hurt, as I can vouch for from personal experience!

“Is this what you’re looking for?” She smiled knowingly.

“Er, yes. Linda, er that is, we would like to borrow it if we may.”

“Of course. Put it back on my desk when you’ve finished with it.”

I grabbed the plimsoll and beat a hasty retreat. Just as I was about to re-enter the library, I tried to keep it concealed behind my right hip, but I think Pammy must have seen it. She didn’t say anything, but her grin seemed to confirm what she expected to be done to her next.

As a kind of confirmation, and a friendly gesture, I gave her a pat on her bare bottom with my hand before I re-entered the library.

A few minutes later, when she was called back into the room, Pammy immediately noticed the chair with its back to the table and the cushion on the seat of the chair. The plimsoll I’d brought was now in clear sight on the table.

“Shall I get into position?” Pammy asked.

“Before you do,” Linda replied. “Let me explain what is going to happen. You are going to be thoroughly spanked for your disgraceful behaviour on Saturday. You lost us the match, and it’s only fair your fellow team members are given the opportunity to even the score, so to speak. Don’t you agree?”

“I do, Linda. I deserve a really good hiding.”

“Good! Then kneel on the seat of the chair and bend yourself forward across the table.”

I’m sure Pammy would have willingly complied, but two girls took her by her arms, led her over to the chair and forced her to kneel on the seat before stretching her arms forward so she was bent across the table.

Immediately, girls started jostling to be first to apply their ten smacks to Pammy’s bottom, the one nearest to her seizing the slipper. Linda had to step in and force the girls to form an orderly queue. I stood back and watched as the girl who had managed to grab the slipper began applying solid hard whacks to Pammy’s naked buttocks. It didn’t take long for the milky white flesh to start turning pink.

And so girl after girl took their turn at spanking Pammy. Her pinky sore bottom turned redder and redder, but to her credit Pammy kept as still as she could and took the spankings without complaint.

After ten minutes, there was just Linda and me left. I was waved forward.

I had already decided I was going to apply my spanking with my hand rather than use the slipper, a small concession to our friendship, but I was going to spank as hard as I could. I was just as annoyed as the rest of the team when Pammy got herself sent off, and like them I don’t like losing games, especially when we’re playing against another school. I was going to enjoy spanking her as much as the other girls.

Pammy must have realised I was next in line because she looked round to check, saw me and smiled. Perhaps she thought I was going to be soft with her. When I smacked her bare bottom so hard it hurt my hand, she was clearly surprised and jerked noticeably and emitted a shrill cry. I continued spanking her, first one side and then the other, and I was clearly giving her one of the hardest spankings compared to most of the other girls. My allotted ten spanks were soon over, and I had to hand over to Linda.

As Linda positioned herself, Pammy again looked round, but this time she looked worried. She gripped the edges of the table and seemed to brace herself. Linda, though, appeared to take into account the number of smacks that had already been applied to Pammy’s bare bottom, so she ignored the slipper and started spanking with just her hand. She didn’t spank that hard either, as far as I could tell, but she spanked quickly, thus bringing this part of Pammy’s ordeal to an end. Everyone, perhaps even Pammy, now looked forward to the next stage, a long cold shower.

“You seem hot,” Linda told her. “Would you like us to cool you down now?”

“Yes, please, Linda.”

“Pick her up, girls. Take her to the shower room.”

Five of us lifted Pammy off the table and carried her down the stairs to the changing room and the shower room leading off.

There were twelve shower heads mounted on one wall, and a trough eighteen inches deep below them so water was for the most part contained. We carefully laid Pammy in the trough and Linda turned the showers on, using the coldest setting. Pammy made an act of enjoying the cold water and went through the motions of washing herself down. We all stood around watching, even though we’d seen each other naked in the showers many times before. Eventually, Linda turned the showers off.

“Fetch her a towel, Jane,” Linda instructed me. “While you’re doing that, perhaps you could return the slipper to Ms Phillips’ office.”

The cupboard where the clean towels were kept was right next to our gym teacher’s office, and I soon returned with a large towel. Pammy stood up and gratefully accepted the towel.

“Anything else?” Pammy asked. “Or am I done?”

“Ten minutes standing outside the library,” I answered.

That hadn’t been mentioned before, and several girls looked at me when I suggested it.

Pammy started wrapping the towel around her, but I snatched it away.

“Sorry, you have to be naked,” I explained.

With Pammy leading the way, we all headed back up the stairs to the library where we were surprised to find Ms Phillips waiting outside the door. She watched as Pammy took up her position facing the wall and put her hands on top of her head, and then took a really close look at Pammy’s red sore bottom. Then she followed the rest of us inside. Someone closed the door.

“I’ll keep this short,” Ms Phillips started. “Pammy let us all down on Saturday, we all know that, but now she’s been punished by the headmistress and by you. That is an end to it. Do I make myself clear?”

There were a few titters of dissent.

“Really? None of you has ever made a mistake? None of you are ever going to let your temper get the better of you? Well, if you do I shall expect you to be dealt with the same way as you dealt with Pammy. Understood?”

This time, no one argued.

“Right, off you all go.” Ms Phillips opened the door and watched as we all filed out, me last. “Jane, you can stay and look after your friend, if you want.”

Now Pammy and I were alone in the corridor.

“You’d better go in and get dressed, or do you like making an exhibition of yourself?” I asked jokingly.

Pammy stuck her tongue out at me and went in to retrieve her clothes with me following.

“You really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Pammy asked as she pulled on her knickers.

“Not really. You’re my best friend,” I contested.

“It didn’t escape me; your spanking was the hardest of all.”

“But you did tell me not to hold back, didn’t you? And you wouldn’t have wanted them to do anything similar to me, would you?”

I felt the now-dressed Pammy pat my bottom a couple of times before she hugged me.

The End

© Jennifer Carr 2026