by Lindsay Ross
‘It’s all right,’ Andrew told his colleague. ‘Let me introduce Emma Holman who has just joined the staff at Branksholme. She’s taking a look round with a view to teaching here at weekends. Emma, this is Martin Fowls.’
The pretty girl, who must have been eighteen or nineteen, remained bent over with her bum raised as the teachers conducted their conversation, not daring to look round or relax her position.
Andrew saw Emma looking carefully at the blazing stripes across the girl’s cheeks and her smile returned. ‘You punish them for misdemeanours as trivial as not having clean fingernails?’ She sounded incredulous. ‘How do you punish serious crimes?’
‘We have a whole repertoire at our disposal,’ said Martin. ‘The boys and girls know what to expect if they are foolish enough to break the rules. We expect them to be scrupulously groomed on the cleanliness is next to godliness principle.’
Emma continued to question Andrew out in the corridor as they strolled along slowly.
She showed no surprise at seeing young men and women dressed in school uniforms, although most people seeing them for the first time thought it strange. The uniform was made to fit the young people but the shorts worn by the boys and the mainly green tartan skirts worn by the girls were designed to be extremely short. Both sexes wore shirts in grey with the top buttons undone and the striped school tie deliberately pulled down. The girls wore white ankle socks and the boys long grey socks with garters. They all had blazers bearing the flamboyant Academy badge but usually placed them over the backs of their chairs during lessons. The girls had to wear their hair tied modestly with ribbons in the Academy green and plaits, bunches and ponytails were common.
‘And are the boys caned on their bare bottoms as well?’
‘Indeed they are.’
‘By female teachers as well as the men?’
‘Absolutely. Perfect equality!’
Andrew fancied he saw a gleam in Emma’s eye.
‘We could easily arrange for you to flog someone now, Emma.’
‘Really?’
‘If we go upstairs to the dorms we’ll find someone doing what they shouldn’t. If all else fails, just say the room is too untidy and you’ll have an excuse to flog ’
‘I don’t have a cane.’
‘We can easily do a detour to my office and you can take your choice from my collection.’
‘What about the Principal?’
‘The Principal can wait,’ said Andrew and they smiled at each other conspiratorially.
Andrew opened the doors of the cupboard in his office and showed Emma the contents with a sense of pride. Laid neatly along the shelves were canes of every size and thickness, some straight, some with curved handles. There were specimens of the strap or tawse as well as paddles and thick belts, gym shoes and even a short whip with many thongs. Emma selected a whippy cane and practised some air shots which suggested she had a good wrist action. He thought how good she looked with a cane in her hand…
When they got to the landing, Andrew watched Emma look at the signs pointing to the boys’ dormitories and girls’ dormitories in opposite directions and wondered which she would choose.
He was delighted when she took a left turn and strode off purposefully in the direction of the girls’ dorm.
Even Andrew was surprised by what they saw. On one of the beds a girl about the same age as the one they’d seen caned in the classroom was bouncing up and down very vigorously on a young man’s cock. They were both naked.
When they saw the two teachers they uncoupled as quickly as they could, clambered off the bed and stood to attention, the boy still erect and the girl glistening with sweat.
‘What’s your name?’ Emma demanded.
‘Angus, Miss.’
‘Angus what?
‘Angus Dworkin.’
‘And you, slut?’
‘Susannah, Miss.’
‘How dare you bring a boy into the girls’ dormitory?’
‘I’m sorry, Miss.’
‘You will be when I’ve done with you!’
Emma faced the boy and tapped the end of his cock with her cane.
‘What do you call this?’
‘I’m sorry, Miss.’
‘Is that all you can say, sorry, sorry, sorry?’
Andrew just knew he was going to say it again.
‘Sorry, Miss.’
Emma tapped her cane on the underside of his cock which was standing back almost touching his navel.
‘You’re trying my patience, young man. Do you think this is the appropriate way to behave in front of a female member of staff?’
‘No, Miss.’
‘It’s very insulting and demeaning for a female to have to look at that,’ she said in a tone of voice that suggested extreme disgust while she tapped the shaft of his cock twice more. ‘Don’t you know any better? Do your parents know how rude you are?’
‘No, Miss.’
Andrew wondered what Emma was really thinking. She’d struck lucky if she liked big cocks because Angus Dworkin was definitely well endowed, not just in length but also in girth. He was circumcised and his exposed glans looked coral pink and healthy. His face had coloured up and he moved about in the self-aware, awkward manner of adolescent boys.
‘As for you,’ Emma turned back to the girl, ‘I suspect this isn’t the first time you’ve fucked Dworkin?’
‘No, Miss.’
‘You should be concerned about your reputation, young lady. Do you want everyone to think you’re a whore?’
‘No, Miss.’
Emma gripped the other end of the cane with her other hand and bent it in front of the girl to show her how supple and whippy it was.
‘Get up on the bed, girl!’ Emma ordered. ‘Kneel, tuck yourself up as tight as you can, grasp your ankles and raise your backside.’
Susannah almost rolled herself into a ball getting into the position Emma demanded and by the time she was satisfied, her bottom cheeks were tight as drum skins.
Emma took the cane back a long way and cracked it down over Susannah’s behind with full force. Whack!’ The girl shuddered and Andrew saw her struggle to stop herself crying out, trying desperately to retain some pride. Instantly, a livid weal appeared across both taut cheeks. He saw Emma remain calm and unflustered, coolly taking the cane to the backlift position again before delivering another stroke parallel with the first.
Andrew looked at her in admiration.
Not only was there strength in her arm but she looked so focused on her task, a look of absolute concentration on her attractive features, her breathing just quickening slightly. He was becoming aroused and dry-mouthed just watching her.
The third stroke landed at an angle over the weals already present which Andrew knew would be particularly painful.
‘Arrghhhhhhh!’ Susannah couldn’t prevent a cry of agony escaping her lips this time and a quick glance at Emma’s face showed she was pleased she had made her yelp. Then came the pleading, ‘No, Miss…please Miss…don’t, Miss.’
Emma’s response was to thrash her cane across Susannah’s rear once again. This stroke landed higher up, at the base of her spine. Andrew saw Emma’s smile of satisfaction as Susannah howled again and when foolishly she put her hands round to clutch her bottom she removed them quickly because Emma caned her across her knuckles.
Andrew felt his cock stiffen. She was magnificent, taking to her task as if born to it. He couldn’t think she would have caned anyone before (or had she?) but she appeared to have the technique and to relish the work. Her breathing was fast and there was a wild look in her eyes when she wielded the weapon suggesting a strong streak of sadism in her nature. She was going to fit in well at the Academy.
Andrew noticed Emma was using the common ploy of making Susannah wait for the next stroke of the cane which gave time for the pain to sink in and kept the girl on tenterhooks. Andy wondered if, after all, Emma had some previous experience of flogging. Emma picked up the cane again and swished it
through the air several times by way of rehearsal.
She pushed Susannah’s tousled head down so her forehead was resting on the duvet. Her flesh tightened again.
Crack! The force of the blow made her jerk forward and then fall on her side where she writhed on the bed in agony. Then she turned to Emma in a kneeling position and began begging for mercy again. She was sweating profusely.
‘Please, Miss. Please don’t cane me again. Couldn’t you give me a different punishment, Miss?’
‘I may give you an additional punishment if you’re not quick about it. Bend over!’
Andrew watched the girl resume her kneeling position very reluctantly and scream shamelessly with each new stroke as Emma slipped into a steady rhythm.
Meanwhile the boy waited for his turn, beginning to shiver now, partly because he was naked in the unheated dormitory, but mainly through fear, having seen the way the new teacher laid on the cane.
Andy soon spread the word about the new addition to the staff describing her as a ‘real asset’ in their quest for strong discipline at the Septimus Grey Academy. His descriptions of Emma’s prowess with the cane made her new colleagues keen to see her in action.
After dinner they retired to the staffroom for coffee and liqueurs and the conversation quickly turned to the topic that was rarely out of their minds, the fine art of flogging.
‘I hear you’re a dab hand, Miss Holman,’ said Wilkins, a Latin teacher.
‘Please call me Emma.’
‘Andy here was telling me you have a good arm and classic action.’
‘She’s not a spin bowler, Wilkins. You’re trying to say she’s a mean flogger. Does she make ‘em beg for mercy?’
‘Judging by Dworkin’s reaction, very much so. He was very impressed,’ said Andy.
‘Angus Dworkin,’ said Matron dreamily. ‘He’s a very big boy. I saw him in the shower the other day and thought…’
‘Jennie. Better keep your thoughts to yourself.’
‘He is well endowed,’ said another female teacher, ‘which is no doubt the reason Freeman is sniffing round him.’
‘That Freeman girl has a high opinion of herself. Thinks she’s god’s gift to the male sex,’ said Laurence Mason, the Head of Maths.
‘You caned Dworkin, did you?’ asked Wilkins.
‘He was at it in the girls’ dorm,’ said Emma.
‘And guess who he was shagging?’
‘Susannah Freeman!’ They all said her name in chorus.
‘Is she lad mad?’ asked Emma. ‘She seemed a little minx.’
‘If there’s any trouble of any kind you can guarantee Freeman will be part of it. But you’re right; she’ll take her knickers down for anyone.’
‘I bet if we went to her dormitory she’d be up to something right now.’
‘Why don’t we send Emma up and if she finds Freeman or any other wrongdoers she can demonstrate her caning technique to all of us. We might learn a thing or two.’
‘What do you think Emma?’ asked Andy. ‘Are you up for it?’
Emma had drunk quite a lot of wine with her meal so was in a mood to play along. ‘Have we got a decent cane handy?’
Canes appeared from all directions and she settled for a whippy implement handed to her by Wilkins and tried a few air shots.
‘Doesn’t she look imposing waving her cane like that?’
‘Quite the dominatrix,’ said Wilkins.
Emma crashed the cane down on the arm of the chair Wilkins was sitting in, raising a cloud of dust.
‘Watch yourself Wilkins or she’ll have you bending over,’ said Andy.
‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ said Wilkins. ‘I’ll see what I can do to earn six of the best.’
Andy and Emma disappeared upstairs and made their way to the girls’ dormitory and listening at the door, they heard voices.
‘It’s well after lights out, so there shouldn’t be a word,’ said Andy.
‘Let’s see what’s going on,’ said Emma.
She flung the door open and snapped on the light.
Girls and a couple of boys were sitting in a circle on the floor in various states of undress with playing cards in front of them.
‘Strip pontoon, unless I’m much mistaken,’ said Emma.
‘I’ll get their prefect and she can take their names and send them down for punishment.’
Having found Stephanie, the prefect, who had been fast asleep, Andy gave her instructions before he escorted Emma back to the staffroom.
‘Unusual not to find Susannah Freeman in the thick of it,’ said Andy as they descended the stairs.
‘Perhaps she’s a reformed character after that beating I gave her.’ Emma looked at Andy and laughed. ‘No, I don’t really believe that for one second.’
They rejoined the rest of the teachers and Emma took a few sips of her coffee.
‘Let me get you a fresh cup,’ offered Wilkins who suddenly seemed very solicitous. Emma looked at Andy and raised her eyebrows.
Emma drank half a cup before picking up the cane.
‘Clear a space,’ said Wilkins.
Male members of staff pushed back armchairs and moved a table buried under papers and box files to create an area of threadbare carpet where the victim could stand.
The first of the miscreants to enter the staffroom was a fair haired boy called Maycock, who was wearing only pyjama trousers and looking very scared.
‘Ah, Maycock,’ said Andy. ‘Let me have your pyjama bottoms and then stand just there and touch your toes.’
Blushing deeply, the young man did as he’d been told.
‘Being found in a girls’ dorm after lights out is a serious offence, Maycock, not to mention the reason you were there. If you want to display your body, you have your chance now. How old are you, Maycock?’
‘Eighteen, Sir.’
‘You act more like a fourteen year old, larking about in dorms.’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Miss Holman is going to cane you.’
‘Get right down, boy,’ said Emma in her harshest voice. ‘I’ll have you reporting to me every morning for keep fit, if you can’t touch your toes at your age.’ She put her hand on his bare back and pushed him down.
His butt was slim and muscular rather than fleshy and when he got right over, his buttocks tightened still more which meant there was little to cushion the blows.
Emma was determined to show her colleagues what a severe flogger she was, since the finer points of flagellation seemed so valued in the place.
The boy’s taut white cheeks presented the perfect target.
Emma glanced round her audience and saw they were rapt.
Whack! The first one was a vertical stroke from above delivered over the top of his butt and it made him jump up clutching himself and dance around the carpet like a dervish. He sucked in his breath and made a hissing sound as if trying to stifle a yell.
‘Don’t do that,’ said Emma. ‘Remain absolutely still. If you don’t I’ll double your dose.’
Maycock was trembling but he bent over again.
Emma, and everyone else, saw the livid crimson stripe appear just where she’d aimed. She placed one on each side of the first, evenly spaced.’
‘How many, Miss?’ Maycock asked. ‘Is it six, Miss?’
Emma paused. ‘We’ll see, young man,’ she said eventually. ‘Depends on how you conduct yourself. Touch your toes, not your ankles. Tighten that ass.’
When she was satisfied with his position, she delivered three more strokes, this time swinging the cane horizontally to strike the lower curves of his buttocks, the cane making a thwacking sound each time bamboo met flesh. The cane shaped itself to the curve of his tight little cheeks.
‘That’s six, Miss. Please, Miss. I’ll never do it again.’
‘Indeed you will not. Walk round the room and apologise to all the teachers here. And put your hands on your head.’ Emma had noticed that Maycock had tried to cover his genitals.
; Emma watched her colleagues’ faces as Maycock went to them, noticing that all the females looked down to appraise his tackle, which caused him to grow red and hot with embarrassment. Matron ran her hands over his buttocks ostensibly to check there was no broken skin but her fingers lingered along the ridges.
Whether it was her fondling of his ass or simply the presence of so many women, Maycock began to get an erection. Since he was forbidden to take his hands away from his head he had to endure the embarrassment of parading round the room with his cock gradually hardening and rising. By the time he returned to Emma, he had such a massive hard on that his cock was almost touching his belly button.
‘Look at this,’ said Emma, turning him round so that everyone could see.
‘Speaks volumes about what occupies this young man’s mind.We’ll see if this cools your ardour.’ She struck the underside of his cock as she’d done with Dworkin. It turned instant purple.
‘Get in that corner until you can control yourself,’ Emma ordered him. ‘Face the wall. We don’t want to see it.’
‘Sorry, miss.’
‘Keep your hands on your head, squat down on your haunches, and keep up on your toes.’
Everyone could see Emma had chosen a very stressful position for the boy to have to maintain for any length of time.
A very pretty girl called Lily was the next pupil to come to the staffroom for punishment. She was wearing nothing but a pink T-shirt with a motif which just covered her sex, leaving her long shapely legs bare. Lily appeared to be mixed race with some Eastern blood in her veins judging by her smooth olive skin, shiny black hair, and deep brown eyes.
Emma could see the interest she engendered in the male teachers.
‘Take off the T-shirt,’ she told the girl.
When Lily pulled it over her head, she revealed pert breasts with dark brown nipples, slim waist, flaring hips, and thick dark bush.
‘I’m surprised at you getting involved, Lily,’ said Laurence Mason. ‘I thought you had more sense.’
‘I wasn’t playing their card game, Sir,’ said Lily. ‘It just happened in my dorm, Sir.’ She was already in tears but Emma thought she was faking it.
‘You should have told a member of staff,’ said Emma, brushing the cane across the girl’s prominent bottom.
