“Look out! Someone’s coming!”

Hilary Watson quickly extinguished her cigarette in the old tin ashtray and began waving her arms about to dispel the tobacco smoke out of an open window. Meanwhile, her friend, Rachel Forester, also smoking a cigarette, cautiously cracked open the door.

“It’s Nadine Tranter,” Rachel observed. “On her way here, by the looks of it.”

“Then get rid of that cigarette, stupid!”

“Steady on, Hilary!” Rachel Forester slowly stubbed her own cigarette out before looking around for a likely cupboard in which to hide the offending ashtray. “We are sixth formers and this is the sixth form common room.”

Suddenly, the door was thrust open and Nadine Tranter, a tall slim attractive eighteen-year-old with shoulder-length light brown hair, marched in. Immediately, she started sniffing. “Have you two been smoking in here?” she demanded to know.

“Smoking, Nadine? Who, us?” Hilary pretended ignorance. The pretty seventeen-year-old with her blonde hair fastened back in a ponytail stood innocently with her hands clasped behind her.

“And what if we have?” Rachel questioned resentfully. “We are old enough, for goodness sakes!” Her darker, medium-brown hair was also secured in a neat ponytail.

“This is still on the school premises, is it not?” Nadine addressed Rachel. The new arrival looked particularly smart and well-dressed in a tight black knee-length skirt, white blouse and black jacket. “And smoking is prohibited throughout the school, is it not?”

“Well, technically, yes,” Rachel admitted reluctantly, her own tight thin black trousers and white blouse appearing rather less imposing than Nadine’s attire. “But since all teachers are banned from entering the sixth form common room unless specifically invited, what does it matter?”

Hilary, also dressed in tight thin black trousers and a simple white top, stood silently observing the conversation between the other two.

“Good grief, Rachel! You’re never going to get your prefect’s tie with that attitude, are you?”

“There are other things in life beyond becoming a prefect, Nadine.”

“Never mind that!” Nadine found herself being drawn away from her point. “As head girl, it is part of my duty to uphold the school rules and smoking is, as you know full well, very much against school rules, even for sixth formers.”

“Technically yes, Nadine.” Rachel faced the senior girl. Not quite as tall as Nadine, Rachel was a little heavier built. “But no-one will know unless you tell, will they?”

“I really don’t have any choice in the matter, girls.” Nadine Tranter looked down at Rachel, then down even further at the short, slightly plump Hilary. Seeing the two seventeen-year-olds were scarcely impressed, she added, “Smoking is still a caning offence, you know.”

“Sixth formers do not get the cane, Nadine,” Rachel said with a sigh.

“Only because they don’t get into sufficiently serious trouble!” The head girl retorted, then added for good measure, “Normally!”

“So you’re going to report us, are you Nadine?” Hilary asked quietly.

“I’ll have a word with the headmaster, Hilary. I have no choice. But I’ll ask that you each receive a reprimand rather than any kind of physical punishment. Okay?”

“Most kind, Nadine,” Rachel responded sarcastically.

As soon as the head girl had left the room, Hilary turned on her friend. “Oh thanks for sweet talking her, Rachel!”

“Don’t worry about Nadine Tranter, Hilary. She’s all mouth.”

“Oh really? She is right you know, smoking is still a caning offence. And old Grimshaw caned two fifteen-year-olds only a couple of weeks ago!”

“Hilary, you heard her. Even if she does report us, she’s only going to ask for our headmaster, dear sweet old Mr Grimshaw, to reprimand us. Sixth formers don’t get caned. We’re sixth formers, so what are you worried about?”

“Hmm.”

Soon, the confident Rachel and the less certain Hilary both got down to some quiet reading. After twenty minutes had passed, Nadine Tranter returned.

“Come with me, please. Both of you.”

A little taken aback by the sudden intrusion on their studies, both girls got up and followed the head girl out of the sixth form common room. They were led in silence to the headmaster’s study. Nadine tapped on the door, and they were invited to enter by a gruff call from within.

“What’s this I hear? Rachel, Hilary, have you both been smoking in the sixth form common room?” The grey-haired, wizened old gentleman looked soberly up from his large desk.

“Yes sir,” both girls murmured in unison.

“Well! I don’t believe it! Two sixth formers? Really!” Mr. Grimshaw took off his spectacles and placed them on the desk. He rubbed his eyes wearily as he pondered the matter. “You realise, don’t you, this would normally be a caning matter? You do realise that, don’t you girls?”

“Yes sir,” The two seventeen-year-olds murmured, again together.

“I haven’t had to cane sixth formers for, well, I can’t remember when. But it was a very long time ago!”

Hilary and Rachel looked down at their toes. That their headmaster was even contemplating caning them was enough to instil sufficient fear for it to show in their faces.

“You may like to know, girls, that Nadine here has asked me not to cane you.”

The two sixth formers looked up.

“Don’t think for one moment I’m considering letting you off that ordeal for your sakes! I think you both richly deserve a good caning!” The headmaster appeared extremely angry. “My only thought is the disgrace it would bring on the reputation of the school when news got out that I’d had to cane two sixth form girls.” Mr. Grimshaw paused to let his words sink in.

Seeing both Rachel and Hilary appeared quite contrite, he continued. “As you have undoubtedly heard, two fifteen-year-old girls were caned by me two weeks ago for a similar offence. They received four strokes each.” Again, the headmaster paused to allow the two girls to mull over what he was saying to them.

Both Rachel and Hilary grimaced as they pictured in their minds the torment of being caned by their wiry-framed headmaster. They looked up as he began speaking again.

“I suppose I must in all fairness allow you both the right to receive the cane if you so choose, in which case you will receive five strokes each, the extra stroke being allocated because of your senior position within the school. The punishment would be given across your bottoms.”

Rachel’s eyes almost burst out of their sockets. The very idea of being caned was bad enough, but as a sixth form girl she at least expected to be allowed the dignity of receiving it across the palm of her hand. The idea of being required to bend over while the headmaster whacked the cane across her bottom was too awful to even contemplate.

Hilary, too, looked surprised. She had also assumed the two fifteen-year-olds would have been caned on their hands. Maybe that assumption was wrong. She made a mental note to check it out with the two girls.

“However, Nadine has thoughtfully come up with an alternative,” Mr Grimshaw’s voice interrupted their thoughts. “Something that can hopefully be kept more private than my caning you.”

Now the two seventeen-year-olds breathed immense sighs of relief. They would leave the headmaster’s study without having experienced the humiliation and discomfort of having been caned, wherever it might have been applied. The two girls relaxed visibly, and awaited their reprimands.

Hilary risked a brief look towards Rachel, and saw her friend smiling back at her, a look of ‘I told you so’ clearly evident on Rachel’s face. They waited patiently while their headmaster opened a lower drawer in his desk and fumbled around, searching for something. Moments later, he placed the object of his quest on top of the desk.

Mr Grimshaw clearly relished the looks of horror on the faces of the two seventeen-year-olds as they stared down at the large old leather carpet slipper.

“The suggestion is, girls,” the headmaster sat upright in his chair again. “That Nadine here takes you off to the sixth form common room and gives you both ten good solid whacks with this old slipper of mine. Needless to say, she will have complete discretion in the manner the punishment is given. The choice is yours, girls. The cane from me or the slipper from Nadine.”

The two seventeen-year-olds exchanged glances once more, though neither were smiling now.

“I’ll take the slipper, sir!” Hilary spoke quickly to avoid giving Rachel any opportunity to argue, fearful lest her friend might choose to make a point and insist on her right to be caned by the headmaster.

“Yes sir, I’ll take the slipper too,” Rachel confirmed.

“Good!” Mr. Grimshaw exclaimed. “Over to you, then, Nadine!”

“Thank you, headmaster. Come along you two!” Nadine picked up the large old slipper, then led the two girls briskly and in silence back to the sixth form common room. She opened the door, allowed them to enter ahead of her, then closed the door behind them.

“Alright Nadine, what are you going to do to us then?” Rachel grinned cheekily up at the tall head girl.

“Give you ten of the best each, of course. You know that already.” Nadine, too, had a glint in her eye.

“Am I missing something here?” Hilary looked first at Nadine, then at her friend.

“No, not really,” Nadine replied.

“Not really? What does that mean?” Hilary was even more suspicious.

“Go on, Nadine, tell us the worst,” Rachel encouraged the senior girl.

“Well girls, whilst your plump bottoms might have looked quite fetching in those tight thin trousers of yours while you bent over Mr Grimshaw’s desk, it being quite inappropriate of course for the headmaster to ask you to lower them for the efficacy of your beating, as we’re all girls together that doesn’t apply now, does it?”

“Pardon?” Hilary struggled to make sense of what the senior girl was saying.

“She means,” Rachel took it upon herself to explain Nadine’s oratory. “Whereas Mr Grimshaw, being a man, could be thought of as an old lech’ if he told us to drop our trousers, Nadine, being female, or so rumour has it, doesn’t have quite the same problem.”

“Oh.” Hilary seemed surprised, but not shocked. “So, she wants us to take our trousers down, does she?”

“I expect you’re both wearing skimpy little knickers, aren’t you girls?” Nadine commented, the glint in her eye now positively glowing. “So why not take your trousers right off?”

“What?” Hilary couldn’t believe what the head girl was asking. “Why?”

“I think Nadine proposes to smack our bare bottoms darling,” Rachel suggested. “Correct?”

“I suppose I could always take you back to Mr Grimshaw and get him to cane you.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary, Nadine,” Rachel responded as she began unfastening her trousers.

“Hilary?” Nadine asked, seeing the slightly plumper girl hesitating.

Rachel was now stepping out of her thin black trousers, clearly committed to Nadine’s method of punishment. Hilary knew she could object, but found it easier to keep her mouth shut and follow suit. Their headmaster had given Nadine permission to carry out the punishments in whatever way she chose, and the head girl was clearly going to make the most of her opportunity. In any event, neither girl felt terribly keen about going back to Mr Grimshaw and asking him to cane them.

“I think we’ll use this old desk,” Nadine spoke aloud to no-one in particular. She pulled a chair away from an old school desk that lurked in one corner of the room, then tugged the desk out into the centre of the room. “Whichever of you wants to go first can come over to the desk, drop your knickers and bend over.” Nadine stood by the side of the small desk, tapping the heavy leather slipper against the palm of her hand in menacing fashion.

The two seventeen-year-olds stood looking at each other, both now standing in white cotton blouses and brief panties. Hilary appeared rather worried, and even a little annoyed, while Rachel even now still had the faintest of grins on her face. Rachel nodded for Hilary to go first.

“Why me?” The smaller girl demanded.

“I think Nadine is really looking forward to getting me across that desk!” Rachel looked knowingly across the room towards the senior girl. “It would be a shame to spoil her fun too soon.”

“Really?” Glumly, Hilary took the few steps across to the old school desk and waited, only too conscious of the tall figure of Nadine Tranter standing beside her.

“Don’t forget to slip your knickers down and tuck your blouse well up out of the way, Hilary.” The head girl prompted.

With a great sigh, Hilary began to roll her white cotton blouse up until it was well clear of her waist. She tucked it up neatly all around her body until she was satisfied it would remain in position. Only then did she thumb the little pink panties down until they rested around her knees. Before the head girl could ask, Hilary bent herself forward over the desk, keeping her legs clamped tightly together.

“Any last words before you receive your punishment, Hilary?”

“No.” The voice was low, barely audible even in the silence of the common room.

“What a pity! Well, if you’re not at all apologetic for your misbehaviour, I’ll just have to smack your bottom a bit harder, won’t I?”

Hilary ignored the remark, and braced herself. Just a moment later, the thick leather sole of the slipper collided sharply with the soft delicate curves of her bottom. She grunted. Another firm whack soon followed, and she grunted again.

The third stroke caught Hilary across her left buttock and she raised her leg as the stinging effect scorched the soft flesh. Almost as soon as her foot had been returned to the floor, another blow, this time to the right buttock, struck her sharply. She grunted loudly and raised her right foot in reaction to the stinging whack. A fifth stroke smacked fully in the centre of her bottom.

“Half time!” Nadine announced. “Let’s swap over!”

“What?” Hilary asked incredulously.

“Swap over!” The senior girl repeated her demand.

Hilary looked at her friend and saw Rachel nodding. She eased herself up from the desk, her fingers gently exploring her bottom for signs of the effects of the slippering. She reached down and hastily pulled her knickers up and shuffled her way from the desk over to where Rachel still stood. As Hilary adjusted her clothing so at least her panties were back in place, although she left her blouse tucked up around her chest and back, so Rachel plodded over to the desk.

“You know how I want you, Rachel.”

Slowly, enticingly slowly, Rachel tucked her white blouse up out of the way as Hilary had done. She made a play of pushing her brief, pale blue panties down over her hips and bottom just an inch at a time, then bent right down with her bottom thrust up as she shoved the garment down to around her ankles. Nadine waited patiently, though watching every move.

Next, Rachel leaned down over the small desk, deliberately wobbling her bottom as she did so. With some fidgeting, she moulded herself over the hard edge of the desk, her bottom presented invitingly for Nadine to commence her slippering. Rachel was not kept waiting long. A sharp, heavy stroke was sent whistling down and the slipper crashed across the seventeen year old’s bare bottom.

“Aah!”

As her friend braced herself for the next stroke, Hilary watched intently as Nadine raised the leather slipper right back over her shoulder and sent it rattling down until it collided with Rachel’s bottom.

“Aah!”

For the third stroke, Nadine appeared took a small step to one side so that, when the slipper was sent crashing down, it connected just with Rachel’s left buttock.

“Ouch!”

Still Hilary watched, studying carefully every move as Nadine changed her position again. This time she seemed to put in even more effort as she whipped the slipper down onto poor Rachel’s bare bottom.

”Oouch!!”

Taking more time than was ever necessary, Nadine drew her arm back and delivered an even harder stroke across Rachel’s naked bottom.

“Sheesh!! Nadine!”

“There! Now you can take a break, Rachel.” Nadine seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself as she watched Rachel straighten up from the little desk and begin rubbing her red sore bottom.

“Come on, change places!” The head girl hastened them.

As Rachel pulled up her knickers and moved away from the desk, so Hilary trundled forward to receive the remainder of her punishment, her eyes fixed coldly on the plainly amused expression of the head girl. As soon as she reached the desk, she pushed her knickers back down and bent over until her tummy felt the wooden surface, still warm from the recent presence of her friend.

“Anything to say this time, Hilary?”

“I’m sorry for smoking in the sixth form common room, Nadine. Okay?”

“Hmm. Lacked a certain sincerity, I’d say. Brace yourself!”

No sooner had Hilary tensed the muscles of her buttocks than the slipper was sent rattling down across her bare bottom.

“Uh!”

Pausing for just a couple of seconds, Nadine raised the old leather slipper and aimed another swift firm blow across the whole of the Hilary’s backside.

“Aah!”

As the seventeen year old fought to keep the tears from her eyes and with the last whack still stinging her smarting bottom, so Nadine took her time surveying Hilary’s now blotchy red bottom as she deliberated on which part to aim the next blow. Her mind decided, she raised the slipper and hurled it down to connect sharply with the right buttock.

“Ouch!”

Pausing just a second or two, the head girl delivered the penultimate stroke of Hilary’s punishment, an equally severe whack across the left buttock.

“Ooouch!!”

“Keep still, Hilary. I don’t want a moving target.”

“Oh, sorry, Nadine,” Hilary replied sarcastically. “That bloody slipper hurts you know!”

“Just what you naughty girls deserve, Hilary.”

Without delay, Nadine aimed the slipper at the centre of Hilary’s bottom and applied the final stroke with as much force as she could muster.

“Yeeouch!!”

“Right, you’re done!”

As Hilary eased herself up from the desk and rubbed and massaged her smarting bottom, the head girl turned to look at Rachel. “Your turn again!” She said, with relish.

Rachel wasn’t smiling now. She waited patiently for her friend to pull her pink panties up and gingerly ease them back into position, and then stepped forward to take Hilary’s place. Rachel noticed Hilary looked tired and drained.

When Rachel reached the desk, she took a deep breath to compose herself then pushed her brief blue panties down. Placing herself carefully across the desk, Rachel waited for the first painful whack.

“Anything to say, Rachel?”

“I’m sorry for smoking in the sixth form common room, Nadine, really I am.”

“Yes. So you should be!”

A moment later, the heavy old leather slipper rattled through the air and landed with a resounding crash across the seventeen year old’s bare bottom.

“Aargh!”

“For goodness sakes, Rachel! You amply deserve this spanking, so have the good grace to take it without all this crying out!”

“Sorry Nadine.”

The next sharp whack was delivered with even more fervour and the crack as the slipper landed positively reverberated around the room. Even though the stinging pain was about as much as she could bear, Rachel gritted her teeth and refrained from calling out.

Despite having anticipated it from her friend’s experience a few minutes ago, Rachel was caught by surprise by the next stroke as it crashed firmly onto the whole of her right buttock. She was so near to calling out, but somehow she avoided it.

The old slipper slammed across Rachel’s bottom again, but still she didn’t cry out, much to Nadine’s frustration. The head girl took her time taking aim for what would be the final swing that would complete Rachel’s punishment.

Rachel braced herself. She knew this should be the final stroke, and she reckoned Nadine would make it the cruellest of them all. The seventeen year old was not disappointed. Even Hilary, who was already half shutting her eyes to her friend’s ordeal, looked up in surprise as she saw the head girl swing the heavy old slipper even higher above her shoulder.

When it came, the stroke whistled through the air and cracked across poor Rachel’s bare bottom so firmly the sound caused the windows to shake in their frames. Even so, despite the stinging, smarting soreness that made Rachel feel her whole bottom was on fire, she still didn’t cry out.

“Well done, Rachel! That was a cracking good spanking, and you took it well.”

“Uuuh!” Rachel eased herself slowly up from the desk and immediately began gently touching her red sore bottom with just the delicate tips of her fingers as she tried to ease the flaming rawness. “Thank you, Nadine.”

“No, that was a damn good spanking and you took it really well.”

Nadine offered a vaguely sympathetic smile towards Hilary, but it was ignored as the girl waited for her friend to complete her ministrations. Soon, Rachel bent down and slowly pulled her brief panties back up, being exceedingly careful as she settled them in place around her hips and bottom. She looked up as she tried to cope with the soreness of the flimsy material against her hot bottom.

“Can we put our trousers back on, Nadine?” Hilary asked.

“Of course. You may go when you are ready.”

Nadine watched as the two girls unfolded their white shirts and bent down to put their trousers back on, then she went to the door and got ready to open it and allow the two girls to leave the room. Both girls now had tears trickling down their faces, making a streaky mess of their make-up. Their hair too seemed dishevelled despite being restrained in ponytails, and they both rubbed their smarting bottoms as they slowly approached the door.

“Thank you, Nadine.” Hilary spoke, then immediately questioned herself as to why she’d thanked the head girl for walloping them like that.

“Yes, thank you Nadine.” Rachel offered again. “Oh, good grief!”

As Nadine swung the door open for them to pass, a group of twenty or more girls of various ages, some from the first year, some fellow sixth formers, all began to disperse. Clearly, they’d been listening from outside the door. Hilary and Rachel’s faces turned as red as their sore bottoms.

The End

© Kenny Walters 2026