As we walked away from the Gym, and towards the Head Girl’s office on the other side of the school, my mind was in turmoil. The things I’d experienced that afternoon had evoked such conflicting feelings and emotions in me. Things I would never have imagined possible.

That I had a very sore bottom was the most obvious. But that felt almost secondary to the fact that I’d just been spanked in front of thirty sixteen-year-old girls! I’d been ordered to bare my bottom and had meekly complied. I’d stood with my hands on my head, pussy on full display whilst being verbally humiliated by the Gym Mistress, and I’d hardly uttered a word of complaint.

The thing was, I didn’t feel like I thought I would. Yes, I had felt shame and humiliation. But those feelings were accompanied by an even stronger sense of arousal and excitement. I was very confused, and felt like I was Alice, disappearing down the rabbit hole.

‘How is your bottom feeling, Miss?’ asked Rachel, as she accompanied me. As a prefect, Rachel had been tasked with accompanying me around the school. She was certainly getting an interesting tour! Her eyes were lit with amusement, and she kept biting her bottom lip – trying not to let her smile appear too obvious, I should think, having witnessed my punishment at the hands of the Gym Mistress.

‘Um, sore, Rachel, as you might expect. I don’t think I’ll be sitting down any time soon!’ I tried to keep my tone light, but wasn’t sure I was succeeding. I wondered what she was thinking.

‘Not at the rate you’re going, Miss! I’ve never seen a note from the Headmistress like that before. Did you really volunteer for this?’

‘Bizarrely and foolishly, Rachel, yes, I rather think I did.’

‘Wow. The Headmistress really seems to have it in for you.’

‘Yes, well, I rather think I brought it on myself.’

I didn’t know why I was being so frank with this girl. Since my appointment with Miss Haworth, she was suddenly all questions.

‘How so, Miss?’

‘I was a little too – insistent – about my interest in corporal punishment.’

‘So, it’s your own fault you’re in this situation, Miss?’ she said boldly.

‘Yes, thank you for that, Rachel. Can you tell me anything about the Head Girl?’

‘Lisa? Or, rather, Miss Stevens – she’s very strict, Miss – I guess you’ll soon find out…’

‘And I don’t suppose you know what she has in store for me?’

‘She likes to do things her own way, and she’s quite inventive,’ giggled Rachel.

It turned out that the Head Girl, Lisa Stevens, was a tall, slim, incredibly attractive girl with long dark hair which she wore loose. She was standing with two other prefects in her office. She was composed and appeared very confident – arrogant even. My heart missed a beat, as I imagined being bent over her lap – a not unlikely scenario!

Rachel introduced me.

‘Miss Stevens, this is Mrs Lonsdale, the new school Governor.’

‘Hello, Mrs Lonsdale – how nice to meet you. I’ve been expecting you! The school secretary sent me a message about your visit, and Rachel sent me a text along with a very interesting picture of your time with the Gym Mistress!’ She smiled at me. ‘Do you have a copy of the Headmistress’s note?’

I handed Miss Stevens my copy of the Headmistress’s instruction. I didn’t need to read it to remind myself what it said; the words were etched on my brain by now.

I would like to introduce Mrs Lonsdale, the new school Governor.

As part of her induction, Mrs Lonsdale, who is a psychologist, wishes to increase her knowledge of discipline at this school, particularly with regard to the ‘Walk of Shame’, and humiliation. You should know that Mrs Lonsdale is a firm believer in ‘experiential’ learning.

Whilst this is not an instruction to discipline Mrs Lonsdale, your fullest co-operation in this matter is requested in order to meet the requirements of this note. I encourage you to show imagination in deciding what, if any, punishments are merited. Under no account should you hold back in your duties because of Mrs Lonsdale’s status – she has expressed a desire to be held fully accountable for her actions, and I believe an example needs to be set.

Any discipline that is carried out should be recorded in the Punishment Book as soon as possible, along with any demerit points awarded. I have explained the demerit system to Mrs Lonsdale, and she fully understands the penalty for incurring excess points. I am keen to ensure she learns an important lesson!’

You should be aware that I found it necessary to punish Mrs Lonsdale myself today, for poor behaviour and tardiness. She has additionally earnt a detention for questioning my judgement.

Mrs Dickinson

Headmistress

‘Oh my, Mrs Lonsdale – I’ve never seen anything like this - you are in trouble, aren’t you?

Hmmm, I see. Alright. I like the bit about humiliation. Oh, and - I encourage you to show imagination– I do like the sound of that! Do you have a phone with you, Mrs Lonsdale?’

‘Um, yes, Miss…’

‘You may call me Miss Stevens, Mrs Lonsdale.’

‘Yes, Miss Stevens.’ I expected it to feel odd being so respectful to someone so much younger than myself. Lisa Stevens, however, exuded such an aura of competence and authority, that it felt bizarrely natural. And I felt naturally – subservient – I think was the word.

‘Good. Please give your phone to Rachel. She will look after it whilst you are with me.’

‘But…’

‘It’s not a request, Mrs Lonsdale.’ I was taken aback. This girl had steel in her voice, and wasn’t worried about displaying it.

‘Yes, Miss Stevens.’ It seemed the best answer, given the circumstances.

I handed my phone over.

‘Now, what shall we do with you then, Mrs Lonsdale?’

‘Well… I believe that is rather up to you, isn’t it?’ I said, smiling hopefully, and trying to build some sort of bond with this young woman at the same time.

‘Oh, it is, Mrs Lonsdale. But this note is encouraging me to use my imagination, and I like to think creatively. Especially when someone in such a senior position as yourself turns up with an extraordinary note like this! It’s a rare opportunity!’

I wasn’t quite sure what to say to this, but thought it best to keep my mouth shut – something I hadn’t so far been very good at, and had been taking me far too long to learn!

‘Hmmm. I think the best way to do this might be to get you to decide your own fate, Mrs Lonsdale. That way, we’ll see who you truly are!’ she laughed, gently.

So much for keeping my mouth shut…

‘Now, one important thing, Mrs Lonsdale, before we go any further. You are with the prefects, now. Not the members of staff – so what happens whilst you’re with us in this room, stays in this room. Is that understood, Mrs Lonsdale?’

‘Er, yes, I think so – Miss Stevens.’ What did she mean by that, I wondered? Hmmm.

‘So, let’s start with a simple question. Do you want me to discipline you, Mrs Lonsdale? Looking at the note that the Headmistress has so carefully crafted, that seems to me to be the crux of the matter. Yes or no?’

Bugger. Well, Miss Stevens’ approach was certainly different! How should I answer? What did she want me to say? What did I want to say?

‘Um, well in the note from the Headmistress…’

‘No! Forget the letter, Mrs Lonsdale! I want you to tell me what you want. That way I’ll have a better idea of how to most effectively deal with you!’

She looked me in the eye. I could feel a now-familiar flutter in my tummy.

‘So, I’ll ask again. Do you want me to punish you?’

Oh, this young girl was clever – she wanted me to ask for my own punishment! I looked down. What on earth was I going to say? Should I say no? That would be logical, wouldn’t it? But then what? Would she just let me go and pass me on? I didn’t want that, did I? But asking to be punished? How could I admit that I wanted to be punished? Wanted to be punished by this slim, attractive young girl, who was behaving so dominantly. I couldn’t do that! Could I? But, I admitted to myself, that is exactly what I did want, and I could feel my pussy confirming it...

‘Um, I – er, yes, I – I want you to - to punish me.’ I felt ridiculous saying the words. I had my hands clasped in front of me and my feet were together, just like a naughty schoolgirl being admonished.

‘ - Miss Stevens!’

‘Yes, Miss Stevens. I - I want you to punish me.’ Phew! That was harder than it seemed!

‘And what about the humiliation aspect, that Mrs Dickinson implies you are so keen to learn about, Mrs Lonsdale? Do you want me to humiliate you? Do you like to be humiliated?’

I looked down at my feet again. God – the Head Girl was much more – what was the word? Devious? Intuitive? Clever? I couldn’t put my finger on it.

‘I – I don’t know, Miss Stevens…’

In truth, I really didn’t know. If you’d asked me two days ago, of course, the answer would have been “no”. Why on earth would I ever want to be humiliated? But after my experiences at the hands of the Headmistress and the Gym Mistress, all of a sudden, I wasn’t so sure. The things they had done to me – the humiliations they had put me through – gave me these strange sensations – and a bizarre feeling of wanting more. More of the same. Being made a spectacle of – it was somehow, appealing, and - addictive…

‘Hmmm. Well, we will have to explore that and find out, won’t we, Mrs Lonsdale…?’ That gentle laugh again…

I could feel my insides clenching and swirling as she said that, unsure what, exactly, she was intending, but sure that it would, indeed, be humiliating.

‘Now, normally, in order to be punished, you have to have been naughty. Have you been naughty, Mrs Lonsdale?’

I paused. I thought about how I’d behaved last night, and how I’d been late. And then I thought about how I’d pestered the Headmistress and ignored her advice.

‘Yes - yes I have been naughty, Miss Stevens.’ It was true. And standing here, in front of the Head Girl, I felt like a very naughty schoolgirl!

‘Tell me how naughty you’ve been, Mrs Lonsdale. On a scale of one to ten, where would you put yourself?’

Christ – she was the one who should have been the psychologist! She was playing with me. What should I say? Too low a number and – and I might not get punished. Too high, and I was really asking for it…

‘Um – maybe an eight, Miss Stevens?’

‘An eight. Interesting! And would you say that someone who is an eight should be punished fully clothed? Over their knickers? Or – or on their bare bottom?’

She paused.

‘Which should it be for you, Mrs Lonsdale? Which would the most appropriate, do you think?’

I swallowed. This young girl was laying me bare. I knew what I wanted now – couldn’t imagine it any other way. But to say what I wanted… how could I do that? It was like she knew…

‘On – on my bare bottom…’ I could only whisper the words.

‘I can’t hear you, Mrs Lonsdale.’ I could sense the other three prefects watching, and listening with avid fascination. It was very unsettling. It was, in itself, humiliating.

‘On my bare bottom!’ I said more clearly.

‘You think you ought to be punished on your bare bottom? Very well, Mrs Lonsdale, I’m not going to argue with that assessment.’

She looked at me.

‘We’ve established that you want to be punished, that you have, in fact, been naughty – naughty enough to earn a bare-bottom punishment. And I’m starting to sense that you do indeed want to be humiliated.

She paused again. She was very good with the pauses. A very powerful tool. I should know…

‘I would hate to disappoint you. Now would be a good time to remove your skirt and knickers, Mrs Lonsdale.’

Trembling, I did so, until I was standing in front of the four girls with my pussy and bottom on display once more. I was almost getting used to it. Almost.

‘Very nice, Mrs Lonsdale.’

She considered.

‘I think you should remove your blouse and bra as well.’

‘What? Why?’

‘That’s ten demerit points, Mrs Lonsdale,’ she said. ‘I want you to remove your blouse and bra so the four of us can see how saggy your tits are, Mrs Lonsdale. Does that answer your question?’

I could feel myself going red with embarrassment. Which I guessed was the point. Feeling ever more ridiculous, I did as I was told. Soon I was standing there in only my shoes and stockings.

‘And put your hands on your head, Mrs Lonsdale.’

Again, I did as I was told.

‘Are you feeling humiliated yet, Mrs Lonsdale?’

Was I feeling humiliated? I was standing in front of four eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls, nearly naked, with my hands on my head. Of course I was feeling humiliated!

‘Yes, Miss Stevens,’ I whispered.

‘Now, tell me what you’ve done, Mrs Lonsdale, to earn you so much punishment.’

‘I – I questioned Mrs Dickinson’s judgement.’

‘Oh, Mrs Lonsdale! That was a very unwise thing to do! What was it you questioned?’

‘I – I was trying to suggest that I deserved more punishment than she gave me, and to encourage her to – to do this! To allow me to tour the school seeing what punishments were given. Only I wasn’t quite expecting – this…’

‘And Mrs Dickinson disagreed?’

‘Yes, Miss Stevens.’

‘You should have listened to her. Now, look at the predicament you are in? You are indeed a very naughty lady!’

She gave me another of her looks.

‘Though you don’t seem too distressed by your predicament. Maybe you are exactly where you want to be, hmmm?’

She was now walking round me, like Miss Haworth had, eyeing me up, like prey.

‘Your pussy looks damp, Mrs Lonsdale. Are you aroused?’

She leant in.

‘You’re aroused, aren’t you, Mrs Lonsdale. Why are you aroused?’

I made a sort of mewling sound. Miss Stevens gave that gentle laugh of hers again.

‘Clearly, the thought of being punished, and humiliated excites you, Mrs Lonsdale.’

I didn’t want to answer her.

‘Answer me! Does it excite you?’ God, this girl was stripping me bare – and giving me feelings I’d never felt before!

‘Y – yes!’

‘Miss Stevens!’

‘Yes, Miss Stevens.’

‘I don’t think that’s an eight for naughtiness. I think that’s a ten, Mrs Lonsdale. What would you say?’

I closed my eyes. Oh my God. What was she doing to me?

I felt a sudden slap to the back of my thighs.

‘I don’t like repeating myself! What would you say, Mrs Lonsdale?’

Y – Yes, Miss Stevens. I – should have a ten!’

‘So, the question is, what punishment should I give to someone who wants to be disciplined and humiliated, and scores a ten for naughtiness…?’ She raised her eyebrows at me as she asked the question.

‘You’ve already been caned by the Headmistress, and Miss Haworth has spanked you over her knee in front of her class. You already have a very sore bottom. How can we top that, hmmm?’

She looked at me thoughtfully.

‘I’ve spanked a lot of girls, with lots of different implements, Mrs Lonsdale. And do you know which ones I find the most effective?’

I shook my head. ‘No, Miss Stevens.’

‘I’m sure, with your psychology background, you would want to find out – would want to experience it on your bare bottom, wouldn’t you? You definitely deserve it!

‘One is the hairbrush, Mrs Lonsdale. The hairbrush is a wicked implement, and vastly under-rated. But it just so happens that I have an excellent example with me today, just for the purpose of spanking naughty bottoms like yours.’

I watched as Miss Stevens reached into a drawer from what I presumed was her desk. She took out a wooden, flat-backed hairbrush, that did indeed look wicked when you realised what it would be used for.

She walked round me again, slapping the brush into her hand.

‘Would you like me to spank you with my hairbrush, Mrs Lonsdale?’

She leaned in to whisper in my ear.

‘You could bend over my lap like the naughty lady that you are, and I would spank you with this. How does that sound, Mrs Lonsdale? How do think it would feel to bend over the knee of a nineteen-year-old girl and have your bare bottom spanked with her hairbrush?’

Splat! Splat! I jumped in sudden shock and pain as Miss Stevens spanked each of my buttocks once with the implement in her hand.

‘That is just a light demonstration of how it feels,’ she whispered.

Ohhhh! My pussy was starting to quiver again. I could feel my legs shaking as I watched this strict young woman place the hairbrush on her desk and reach back into the drawer.

The way this girl spoke, the way she behaved - the way she totally seduced me with her voice. I wanted to bend over her lap, wanted her to spank me with her hairbrush! It must be so obvious…

‘The other implement that I find effective, is the leather strap.’ The object she now held in her hand was a thick leather strap. It looked about two inches wide and about eighteen inches long. But it was its thickness that made me gasp. It must have been nearly a centimetre thick!

‘This would do some serious damage to that already sore bottom of yours, Mrs Lonsdale. When used for discipline, both this, and the hairbrush, are likely to leave bruises. So, whichever implement you choose, I think we will have to widen the target area a bit.’

She was going to make me choose? Of course she was! And what did she mean by widening the target area? She was still walking around me, and I felt another stinging smack on the back of my thigh. I gasped.

‘Your bottom will get its fair share of attention, of course – which it fully deserves. But I think we need to give these fleshy thighs of yours a good seeing to as well. A spanking on the back of the thighs can be quite painful, and very effective. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to miss out on that sort of experiential learning, would you, Sarah?’

Her sudden use of my first name took me by surprise. It was clearly deliberate. Another reversal of the role between adult and teenager, or disciplinarian and naughty girl. I took a deep breath at this possible new torment. The slaps she’d already given to my thighs had been painful enough to bring a tear to my eyes.

‘I’m sure my three colleagues here would be more than willing to help me. How does that sound, hmmm? Would you like to bend over the back of a chair whilst Rachel, Lorna, and Heather take it in turns to punish you with the strap?

‘I’m thinking twenty-four strokes with the strap, Sarah, on your lower bottom and thighs. And the punishment will be given by my three Prefects. Eight each. How does that sound?’

I moaned. Thankfully, Miss Stevens appeared to ignore me.

‘So, it’s time to choose, Sarah.

‘Do you want the bare-bottom spanking over my knee with the hairbrush? Or would you prefer to be given twenty-four strokes with the strap by my three enthusiastic friends here?’

She paused again.

‘I will give you two further options to consider; firstly, as I’m feeling lenient, if you wish it, I will let you go, scot-free, without any punishment at all. You can put your clothes back on, and Rachel will take you to your next appointment.’

Another pause.

‘The fourth option is, of course, to choose both the strap and the hairbrush. I am going to recommend against this option, and I must warn you, that if you do choose this option, I will award you another ten demerit points, for going against my recommendation.

‘It’s your choice, Sarah. What is it to be?’

She was leading me down a path of destruction like leading a lamb to the slaughter. How could I possibly answer this? Of course, I should take the option to leave. That was the sensible and logical option.

But.

There were actually a couple of “buts”, weren’t there? The reason I was here in the first place was because I was foolish enough to ask for it. And now that I was here, part of me really wanted to see it through.

But more significant than that was the fact that I simply wanted to be punished as she’d just described. I wanted to bend over so those girls could thrash my behind. I wanted to bend over Miss Stevens lap so she could spank me with her hairbrush.

There really wasn’t any choice at all, was there? And Miss Stevens knew it! She had offered me a get out of jail free card that she knew I wouldn’t take. Oh, she was so clever and crafty! She knew exactly what I was going to do. I took a deep breath.

‘I’d like both, please, Miss Stevens.’

Lisa looked at me with a knowing smile.

‘Of course you would. Your choice doesn’t surprise me in the slightest. I offered you a way out, and you didn’t take it. Instead, you chose the harshest punishment. So, it really is what you deserve, Sarah. I wonder if you’ll come to regret those extra demerit points...’

She sighed.

‘Enough talking! It’s time for your punishment! The strap first, I think. Heather, sort out a chair for me please.’

Miss Stevens turned to me.

‘One more thing, Sarah - I think it’s important for you to have the right – connection – with each of the girls that are punishing you. Therefore, as each girl takes their turn, you will wear their panties on your head. I think the intimate contact will also add the appropriate degree of humiliation to your punishment; Rachel, you know what to do.’

As she said this, I watched with wide eyes as Rachel reached under her skirt and pushed down her knickers. She stepped out of them, and moved over to me.

Flabbergasted, and in a bit of a daze at this unexpected development, I found myself submissively bowing my head, so that Rachel could easily place the flimsy garment over me. I should have been outraged. But instead, simply accepted it as another part of my punishment.

With a superior smile, Rachel arranged the material so that the gusset of her knickers was over my nose and mouth. I could feel the intimate warmth, incredibly aware that this small piece of cloth had, until only a few seconds ago, cocooned Rachel’s pussy and bottom. I couldn’t help but take an exploratory sniff. I could instantly smell Rachel’s aroma. It was an intoxicating mixture of scents; musky, sweet, tangy.

I could sense arousal, as well as the more obvious odours associated with that area; dried urine probably, and the tartness where the material had been in intimate contact with her bottom. It should have been incredibly shaming, but it was, without a doubt, one of the most sensual things I’d ever experienced, and I couldn’t help let slip a gentle moan.

This time it was Rachel who spoke.

‘Bend over the chair, Sarah, and grip the seat – that’s it. Now, spread your legs further apart.’

‘Yes, Miss Read.’

I felt Rachel tap the insides of my thighs with the strap, encouraging me to spread my legs. It felt even more vulnerable, and I knew my vulva would be on display.

I never imagined for a moment, when I left the Headmistress’s office earlier that afternoon, that the prefect allocated to be my guide would end up spanking me in front of her colleagues.

I was aware of Lisa standing by my side, whispering in my ear.

‘Sarah, I want to hear you ask her to spank you hard. Nice and clear, now…’

I swallowed at the instruction, then, raising my voice so it wouldn’t be muffled by the material over my mouth, I said the words she wanted to hear.

‘Please, Rachel – Miss Read! Please spank me as hard as you can!’

‘Oh, I will! Lean further down, and push your bottom out!’ she instructed.

I felt her stroke the back of my thigh with the leather of the strap, lining it up, as I pushed my vulnerable bottom out. Then I tensed, waiting…

Splat!

‘Arghh!’ Oh, God that stung! Lisa was right – it was very tender there!

Splat!

‘Arghhh!’ Oh, exactly the same spot! Owww, that really hurt! I gripped the seat of the chair, trying not to let go, trying to stay still and take the punishment I’d been so eager to receive.

Splat! Splat!

The first four strokes all struck in exactly the same spot at the top of my left thigh. I yelled as each one landed, staggered by how much it stung. I could feel the tears already pricking at the corners of my eyes. I took a deep breath.

Splat!

‘Owww!’ That one landed on my right thigh! Suddenly I felt the tears start to run down both my cheeks. That last stroke, all of a sudden, felt like it had broken me.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Three more landed at the top of my right thigh, and I found myself sobbing like a child.

‘Your turn, Lorna!’

I felt hands gently removing the panties from my head, and replacing them with a different pair – Lorna’s presumably. The odours were the same, but different. These were blue, and the others had been pale yellow. I heard a whisper in my ear; Rachel’s voice.

‘I enjoyed spanking you, Sarah – I’d love to do it again…’

Splat!

‘Owwww!’ My punishment continued, as both Lorna, and then Heather each gave me their eight strokes, four on each thigh, though I lost track, sobbing as I was. I’d like to say I endured the strokes stoically, but it wouldn’t be true. At the same time, though, I couldn’t help but feel a slight thrill at my humiliation at the hands of the three girls.

Finally, the twenty-four strokes were over. My thighs were incredibly sore and, at that moment, felt worse than my bottom. I lay there sobbing gently as I heard Miss Stevens' voice.

‘All done! Stay where you are, Sarah, and I will inspect you.’

A few moments later I felt cool fingers being run over my thighs, over the swollen, angry red skin. Then I felt her fingers graze along the soft flesh of my inner thigh and move up to my pussy. I gasped as I felt her touch along my pussy lips…

Then the fingers were gone, and I felt only disappointment…

‘Good. Your thighs are now a similar colour to your bottom. Time to go over my knee, now, Sarah, so I can spank you with my hairbrush…’

I stood up, slightly unsteady on my feet. Heather’s pink panties were still on my head, and I felt Lisa removing them.

‘Now, Sarah, I’m going to gag you for this next bit. And I’m going to use my panties, so open wide!

I opened my mouth, and Miss Stevens stuffed a pair of pale mauve panties into my mouth. I could taste her immediately. I closed my eyes, and thought I was probably close to coming.

‘Now,’ Lisa said as she sat on the chair. ‘Bend over my lap, Sarah, and I will introduce you to my hairbrush!’

I did as she said, and for the second time that day, I found myself bent over someone’s lap, waiting to be spanked.

I bent over her lap, and was very conscious of her lovely, strong legs. She was only two years older than my own daughter, but I found her incredibly sexy, and very dominant. I was putty in her hands.

I felt Lisa Stevens briefly rub my bottom with the hairbrush.

And then she started to spank me.

Splat, splat, splat, splat! She was spanking me on my bare bottom – reminding me how sore it was from its earlier punishments!

Her spanks were evenly paced, slow and deliberate, and with a lot of force. Each one hurt like hell!

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

‘The hairbrush is a wicked implement, Sarah.’

Splat, splat, splat, splat!

‘Arghhh!’ She switched to my lower bottom and thighs. She was showing me no mercy!

She kept up a running commentary as she spanked me. All I could do was cry into the pair of panties that were gagging me.

It went on, and on, and on. Slow, deliberate smacks, mostly to my bottom, but switching to my thighs every once in a while, to take me off balance, and remind me that they, too, were there to be punished.

From my position, I could see the legs of all four girls; all of them standing, watching me get my spanking. Watching my humiliation.

She was right – the hairbrush was definitely more intense than the plimsoll, or even the cane! Or so it felt, at that moment.

I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t because of the panties stuffed in my mouth. I wailed and tried to kick, but to no avail. I’d never felt anything like this! I couldn’t believe I was being more thoroughly spanked than I had been earlier by the Gym Mistress, Miss Haworth. Was she trying to prove a point?

When she eventually decided she’d finished with me, I was a moaning, crying, and sobbing wreck.

Lisa pushed me off her lap onto my knees.

Through my tears, I could see up her school skirt, my eyes drawn to the junction of her long legs, which were parted enough for me to see her trimmed pubic bush. Of course – she was no longer wearing any knickers! I felt such instant arousal that my sobs died in my throat.

‘Are you looking up my skirt, Mrs Lonsdale?’

I glanced up at Lisa, seeing an amused expression on her face.

She parted her legs further, giving me a clearer view. God, what was she doing now?

‘Do you like what you see, Sarah?’

Mesmerised, I looked up at her, and unable to help myself, nodded.

‘It’s very naughty of you to peer up a girl’s skirt, looking at her private bits. I think that will cost you another ten demerit points, Sarah.’

I looked up at her, sitting confidently on her chair. My eyes were red and puffy from my thrashing. She reached forward and pulled her panties out of my mouth. She unfurled them and moved them back towards my face.

‘Did you like having my panties stuffed in your mouth, Sarah?’

Again, I nodded. I seemed unable to talk.

Then she leaned forward and placed the gusset of her panties right over my nose. God, she was teasing me!

‘I want you to smell them, Sarah. I want you to lick and suck my panties for me, Sarah! Can you taste me? Can you smell me?’

Like a bitch in heat, I did exactly what she told me to do. Greedily I inhaled the scent of this young vixen. I sniffed, and licked the crotch of her panties. And yes, I could taste her, and smell her, and it was divine! I had never, in my entire life, been with a woman before, but I wanted to be with one now. I wanted more!

Still holding the crotch of her panties over my nose and mouth, she leant forward and whispered in my ear.

‘Would you like to lick me? I saw you looking up my skirt, Mrs Lonsdale – if you want, you can put your head up my skirt and lick my pussy – I’m wet too, from spanking you, Sarah – I want to feel your tongue on me…’

I moaned loudly. My pussy throbbed. My bottom throbbed! The backs of my thighs were sore! But I was so turned on! I nodded at her pussy. She grinned, and slid forward, hitching up her skirt and parting her legs. I put my head between her thighs and took my first ever taste of a pussy – a nineteen-year-old honey-pot.

Lisa moaned as I first kissed her lips, and then ran my tongue between her folds. I licked gently up and down her young, sexy cunt, seeking and finding her clit. She was right - I wasn’t the only one who was aroused! She was very, very wet, and my face was already coated in her moisture…

I could feel the other three Prefects watching as I worshipped the Head Girl’s pussy. I was totally new at this, but I knew what I liked, and instinctively knew what she would probably like. Lisa started grunting as I used my mouth and tongue on her. I delved into her, penetrating her tight little hole. Her moans and grunts grew louder and stronger, until I could feel her start to cum. She drew her knees up, and pushed my head down, until I found my mouth next to her hairy little anus.

I did what she wanted and licked and kissed her there, too – another first for me – today was a day of so many firsts! And then, clamping my head in place with her hands, Lisa bucked and with a squeal, climaxed again, this time, squirting, and covering my face with her cum.

It took her several minutes to come down from her high. When she did, she leaned forward, pulling my face to hers, and kissed me firmly on the lips, pushing her tongue into my mouth, tasting herself, and relishing it. Then, after about ten seconds, she pushed me away and dismissed me.

‘You can get dressed now, Mrs Lonsdale – You’ll need to hurry, or you’ll be late for your detention. You wouldn’t want that, would you?’

The casual dismissal was like a punch in the gut. My own pussy was throbbing and demanding attention but, after a moment, I realised that this was all part of my punishment. My humiliation…

‘Rachel, would you like to give Mrs Lonsdale her phone back.’

Lisa Stevens looked at me again.

‘You will be pleased to know that your session here with us has been videoed, and uploaded.’

I gasped in shock. Videoed? Uploaded? To where? Oh, my God!

‘Everything that happens in this room, stays in this room. You remember my saying that, don’t you, Mrs Lonsdale – unless you want that video to become public…?’ Lisa smiled at me again.

‘Now, how many demerit points did you earn, Thirty, wasn’t it?’

She laughed again. ‘I’m going to give you another ten, because I want to. And because, in your heart, you so badly want even more punishment. Forty demerit points in total!

‘I enjoyed your time with us, Mrs Lonsdale, and I do hope you gained something from your ‘experiential’ learning. You are a natural submissive – feel free to come back and volunteer for more punishment any time! Rachel, if you would like to escort Mrs Lonsdale…’