Chapter 5

Anna’s first punishment in class came later. A trivial offence, as usual. A misspelling or two in an essay she had written. She sat once more at the uncomfortably low seat, her long legs forced under the small desk. She now understood why the other women submitted so. It was no more a play, being acted out to frighten her, no more a nightmare that she would wake from, no one was coming to rescue her. She was there for the duration of her sentence, to be thrashed and humiliated by the young wardens. The only consolation she had was that she was not suffering alone.

“Dobson, come out here!” Miss Beeton had just finished marking the exercise books.

Anna was only just getting used to her new class name. Feeling hot and cold alternately, she stood up, her legs weak, even though she took only a couple of strides and half stumbled up onto the dais. She stood by the desk, hating the smartly dressed young woman sitting there. Miss Beeton looked at her, eyes flashing with their usual gleeful cruelty.

“Not too good at spelling, are we, Dobson?”

“I ... I don’t know Miss. I ... I thought.”

“Don’t bother to think, Dobson. I’m telling you. There are two simple errors on one page. Not good enough.” Anna stood silently, stomach full of butterflies, knowing she was to be punished. She had accepted that already. It was question of how severely. “How old are you, Dobson?”

“Twenty-eight Miss.”

“Well, you ought to know how to spell the word ‘serial’ by now. Not to mention ‘latitude’. My strap might impress that on you!”

She opened her drawer as she stood up. Out came the single thong of brown leather. Anna felt a certain relief that it was not the double one.

“Over my desk... knickers down.” Crisp, authoritarian, so used to giving such orders and expecting them to be obeyed.

Thus it was, after the usual struggle with her shorts and knickers, Anna lay stretched across Miss Beeton’s desk with her posterior exposed nakedly to the class. For the first time. Her teeth clenched, her hands held on tight, one eye was at desk level. Her bottom felt cold. Goose-pimply. With dread, she felt her flesh twitch. How many? That was uppermost in her mind.

“On this occasion... and because you’re new, Dobson ... just one. I shall not be so lenient in the future.”

Anna felt an absurd sense of relief. Only one!

There was an over long pause. Again her flesh twitched. It was a deliberate pause, to add to her tension.

Then it came... scalding... blazing.

TTTHHHWWWAAAACCCCCKKKKKK!

Right across the centre of both buttock cheeks.

“Y-Y-YAAAGHHHH... AGH... A-AGH... A-A-AGH!” Anna’s gasping cry rose up. Once again it hurt more than she could have imagined. Instantly she lost grip of the desk, her hands flying back to clasp at the swathe across her writhing bottom. At the same time, her thighs splayed as she kicked out uncontrollably... and finally felt her knickers tear.

“Tearing your knickers is a punishable offence, Dobson,” Anna heard her saying. “You know that, girl. Get back across my desk. I’m giving you another!”

This time it was much harder to get across the desk. The memory of what the strap felt like was so vivid. She didn’t want to go back over. She didn’t want to feel it again. Not one little bit! But, somehow, Anna made herself go back, her bottom twisting to one side apprehensively, buttock cheeks clenching.

“Bottom square, Dobson!”

It had to be done. It had to be!

Anna squared her bottom. Closed her eyes and gripped frenziedly. Only one more. Only one.

TTTHHHWWWAAAACCCCKKKKK!

Either by accident or design Miss Beeton laid the second stroke almost precisely over the first Anna had received. The flame of pain was mind-loosening. Within fractions of a second Anna had catapulted up off that desk... was down on the floor... clasping again at her squirming bottom... robbed of breath and fighting for it. And, when she caught it, her screams came quickly... again and again... pitched higher and higher. It was incredible that a piece of leather could hurt so much. Even when it landed in the same place twice.

“Get up, Dobson... and get back over my desk. You weren’t told you could come off it!”

Anna struggled back over the desk and lay there, bottom twitching and burning.

“If you weren’t new, I would give you another couple for moving. Is that understood, Dobson?” The arrogant young voice came from above as Anna absorbed the awful pain.

“Get your pants up, and back to your desk, Dobson.”

“Uuurrf... uuurrf... u-u-urrrfff...” Anna sobbed. All this for a couple of simple spelling mistakes!

“Quickly!”

Anna summoned her will. If she did not do as was told, it was as likely as not she would be ordered back over the desk. The thought flared through her, inducing stark fear. Sobbing, she struggled up, pulled up her knickers and shorts and stumbled back to her own desk... and seated herself.

“A-Ahhh... a-aaah .. oohhh... orrrrr... ahhh...”

Oh how it hurt to sit on that hard wood

“Potter!” came that rasping young voice. “Though you have no spelling mistakes, your essay makes hardly any sense at all. Come out here...”

One of the other women stood and made her way up to Miss Beeton’s desk. Black-haired, liquid-eyed, she was pale and tense but her head was held high. Despite her tall, aquiline features, she too was dressed as a ‘schoolgirl’!

“Three, I think, might make you induce more effort in future.”

Lucy Potter’s features remained almost impassive. Perhaps her lower lip quivered momentarily.

“Three of the cane,” added the sadistic little bitch.

Lucy bit her lower lip, blinked, yet kept those impassive features calm. Anna admired her no end. Here, obviously was a woman of spirit who had great depths of fortitude.

The strap was replaced, the slim cane produced. Miss Beeton fingered it lovingly, then bent it into a three-quarter arc. It sprang back, blurring. Then its tip tapped the desk. Miss Beeton produced one of her cat-like smiles. “Over you go, Potter,” she said.

Lucy, fighting to keep control of her emotions, placed herself over the desk.

Quickly, the inevitable order followed. Down came Lucy’s tight shorts and knickers... to completely denude a most excellently well-formed, olive skinned bottom, for sure, but not quite as large as Anna. On the other hand, Lucy was three inches shorter than her.

Tap... tap...

Tap... tap...

Willow cane on horribly expectant flesh.

Tap... tap...

Anna knew, inexperienced as she was, what Lucy was going through.

“Three! You have a woolly mind, girl and it needs some disciplining!”

Ssswwweeeppppttttt!

A thin, shrieking whistle as the cane descended. Bit, raised its slim, encircling weal. Red pink. Twin-tracked. But slim twin-tracked. With Lucy gasping out, dark, smooth head of hair thrown back. Bottom performing quick little round and round contortions.

Gasping. “Oh... oh... oh...”

One could see the pain. Hear it, too.

A brave woman. Experienced too, of course.

Ssswwweeeppppttttt!

The second stroke whiplashed across that curvaceous bottom an inch below the first. Lucy contorted again in pain. Absorbing it. Taking it. Still hanging on, bravely...

Tap... tap...

Drawn out. Nerve-tingling. Deliberate.

Tap... tap ...

Flesh quivering in understandable dread. A low moan from Lucy. Poor, poor, woman!

Ssswwweeeppppttttt!

The third stroke... and one a further inch lower over the curving nates.

“A-aghhh...” It had forced a single, short cry from Lucy as she squirmed yet again. At the same time, she hung onto the desk.

Brave... tough...

“Pants up... back to your desk, girl!”

Even her knickers were intact. That showed her experience, the degree of control she had developed. So painfully developed. Remarkable. Anna watched as Lucy stood, pulled up her shorts and went back to her place. Her large, dark eyes were moist, but there were no actual tears.

Miss Beeton smiled down benignly on the class. “Just a couple of back-sliders there,” she said. “Perhaps there will be a few more on the next subject - Algebra!”

Anna’s heart leapt into her throat, her stomach turned over. When she had been at her real school, so very long ago now, it had been one of her worst subjects. A ridiculous mental exercise which she could never really grasp. Would she, Anna wondered in sudden terror, be made to grasp it by this little vixen of a sadist?

She had the most horrible feeling that she would!

* * *

Miss Beeton inspected Anna’s work and, seeming satisfied, handed her back the pair of knickers she had brought for inspection after repairing them

“You look a right idiot dressed like that... do you feel like one?” she asked, sitting on Anna’s bed.

“Yes... yes Miss... I ... I... do... Miss...”

“What’s it like having to wear those silly shorts.” She was having great fun making her squirm

“They’re rather uncomfortable... M-Miss.”
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“Your real age is twenty-eight, isn’t it?”

“Yes Miss... it ... it is, Miss.”

“And I suppose, those shorts are to remind you that you are a schoolgirl. After all, at your age it’s hard to believe, isn’t it?”

“Y-Yes... M-Mis ... it... it is Miss.”

“I’d hate to still be at school when I’m twenty-eight. Especially at a school where you get your bottom spanked in front of everyone. Must make you feel silly.”

The young warden was really enjoying herself. Anna fought back the tears of frustration at having to not only listen to her, but agree with each humiliating question. She wanted to kill her... But all she did was reply, “Yes, Miss.”

Miss Beeton sat on the chair. “Get yourself across my knee,” she said with a cat-like smile.

Obediently, Anna lowered herself over the younger woman’s lap, hating herself for doing it. She felt her shorts and knickers being pulled down just under the cheeks. “When you are to have a spanking, you put your legs out straight. Do it, woman!!” Anna pushed her legs straight.

The warden patted her bottom lightly.

“Do you think your twenty-eight year old botty deserves a spanking from me?”

“I ... I haven’t done... done... a-anything, Mi-Miss...” Anna stammered.

“Didn’t that last paddling teach you? You don’t have to do anything to be punished at your new school. You stupid old trollop!”

“Y-Yes it... it did, Miss.” Even the mention of the paddle brought a wave of panic over her.

“Then, I’ll ask you again. Do you think your twenty-eight year old botty deserves a spanking from me?” As she spoke, she flicked her fingers up and down in the centre of Anna’s bottom, making her cheeks bounce and judder.

Oh the shame of it. There she was, a twenty-eight year old woman, dressed as a schoolgirl, laying across a much younger woman’s lap, having her bare bottom bounced up and down. And she knew she had to agree that she should be given a spanking.

“Yes... Y-Yes, Miss.”

The warden laughed out loud. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to. Just wanted to see you squirm, woman.” It was all a game to her, all this was just a laugh for her, forcing a grown woman to debase herself for her own ego trip.

She told Anna to stand and pull knickers and shorts up.

“OK, Dobson, it’s back to school for you. Follow me.”

The wardens loved to remind the women in their charge of their lost freedom and of the power they now had over them. They arrived at the classroom. Once more Anna sat at that low seat, her long legs forced under that small desk.

* * *

It was Anna’s first week. It was also Miss Beeton’s ‘lenient’ period.

Thus, although she got every one of her six Algebra sums wrong, she only received three strokes.

Only!

Oh dear God, she knew how painful only three strokes of the strap were? It took a long time. After each scalding stroke Anna had to place herself back over the desk to receive the next. Reluctant as she was, there was always the threat of worse pain if she did not do as she was told.

So, somehow, she made herself do it. Somehow she took those three full-swinging strokes, although with a lot of blubbering and pleading in between each.