I knocked on the door that was clearly marked: “Mrs Sheila Vero, Senior School Governor”.
‘Enter!’
I opened the door and stepped into her office. It was very much like the Headmistress’s study, with a desk, sofa and two armchairs, as well as a series of wooden cabinets.
‘Ah, Mrs Lonsdale. I’ve been waiting for you! Come in, come in! Sit!’
Mrs Vero pointed to an upright chair in front of her desk. I sat, with my hands in my lap, unsure what to expect.
She looked at me over the top of her glasses. She still looked every inch a school mistress, with her dark skirt falling just below the knee, her crisp blue and white striped blouse, and her sensible low-heeled black court shoes. Her grey hair was done up in a bun, and though she must have been over sixty, she looked considerably younger, and attractive in a severe way.
‘I spoke to Mrs Dickinson earlier this afternoon about your request. Very irregular! In these circumstances, I thought it best that I be added to your itinerary.’
I didn’t know what to say to that. What circumstances did she mean, exactly?
‘May I see the note that Mrs Dickinson wrote for you?’
Obediently, I handed it over.
I watched her reading it, her eyebrows rising as she absorbed the words which had led me to an afternoon of pain, humiliation and such an incredible range of feelings, that I still didn’t know what to think.
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 judgment.
Mrs Dickinson
Headmistress
‘Hmm. Well, from what I’ve heard, you’ve had an eventful afternoon, Mrs Lonsdale!’
I nodded ruefully, acknowledging her insight.
‘Yes, Mrs Vero, I think I can safely say that I’ve had an eventful afternoon.’
I could feel her looking at me. I knew I had bloodshot eyes, from all the crying I had been doing. I was probably a little more disheveled than I was used to. Not exactly what you’d expect from a professional school governor.
Looking at her, I thought Sheila Vero was the epitome of a strict grandmother. She was still very trim and exuded confidence and competence. At the meeting yesterday, I’d been afraid of her, thinking her a medieval old bat.
Now, as I sat looking at her stern features, I felt drawn to her power.
She picked up the letter and waved it at me.
‘You engineered this, Mrs Lonsdale, and the Headmistress is livid with you, for questioning her judgment.’
Sheila Vero’s eyes bored into mine.
‘Are you enjoying being punished?’
‘I, um – no, Mrs Vero, of course not!’
‘I’m not so sure about that. Show me your bottom, Mrs Lonsdale!’
I was startled.
‘What?’
‘I said, show me your bottom! I want to see what state it is in after your visits to the Headmistress, Miss Haworth, and the Head Girl. Don’t be shy – and be quick about it. Just take off your skirt and lower your knickers. It’s not exactly the first time today is it, Mrs Lonsdale?’
My face reddening, I stood and followed her instructions. I unzipped my skirt, folded it and placed in on her desk. Mrs Vero stood and stepped round her desk until she was behind me. I pushed my knickers down round my thighs, exposing my well-punished bottom to her.
Mrs Vero was quiet as she inspected me.
‘Well, Mrs Lonsdale, you seem to have achieved what you wanted. You have experienced almost the full range of punishment at this school. I believe you’ve also set a new record for the number of demerit points earned in a single day. More than anyone else in a month, in fact.’
Sheila Vero finished her inspection and stood in front of me.
‘Though, I understand that the punishment you earnt in detention has been postponed as your bottom is considered too sore?’
Mrs Vero’s expression clearly indicated how ridiculous she thought that was.
‘Is that correct, Mrs Lonsdale? Is your bottom really too sore, and too marked for any further punishment, hmmm?’
God – what was she asking? Surely, she wasn’t thinking…? I could feel a trembling starting up in my tummy again.
‘I – I don’t know, Mrs Vero.’
She glared at me.
‘I can see why Mrs Dickinson is so annoyed with you. You have been extremely manipulative.’
She paused.
‘What I’d like to do is have you stripped, and bent over my desk, Mrs Lonsdale. I’d have no hesitation in giving you the longest and hardest caning I could deliver! It is what you deserve – to be treated like an insubordinate, disobedient schoolgirl. I don’t care how hard you’ve already been punished.
Oh my God. I could feel my pussy literally flooding at these words. This old woman wanted to cane me and the thought was making me excited! She wanted me naked! As I thought that, I couldn’t help wonder what she looked like undressed…
‘Unfortunately, however much I would like to do that, I am no longer authorised to use the cane at this school.’
Oh! I should be relieved. Part of me absolutely dreaded being caned by this strict disciplinarian, but now she said that she couldn’t, I felt strangely disappointed! Did I want to be caned naked over the desk of this rigid old lady? What was I feeling?
‘What I can do, however, is make recommendations. And if anybody – student, or teacher – had turned up in my office as Headmistress with the number of demerit points you have, I would have had no hesitation in having you caned in front of the whole school. Indeed, it is the recommended course of action in the school rules for anyone accruing over forty points in any three-week period.’
She glowered.
‘You have earnt double that! Eighty demerit points in a single afternoon!’
I quailed in front of her.
‘For your manipulative behaviour, I am going to recommend a caning in front of the Board. Closed doors. That sort of thing is only ever recommended in special cases, but I think you are a special case Mrs Lonsdale, wouldn’t you agree? In need of a special punishment? And as the senior member of the Board, my recommendations are usually approved. I strongly suspect Mrs Dickinson will be making a similar recommendation after your behaviour today.’
‘What you say and do now, Mrs Lonsdale, is likely to have a strong bearing on my recommendations. As I say, I would dearly love to cane you myself, to teach you the lesson you so richly deserve. But unless you voluntarily removed the rest of your clothes, bent over my desk and asked me to cane you, I couldn’t do that!’
A long silence followed as I considered her words. Then, almost without thinking, I started to remove my remaining clothing. First, I took off my blouse, then my bra. I folded them neatly and placed them on a chair. Finally, I removed my shoes and rolled off my stockings until I stood in front of Mrs Vero, completely naked with my hands folded in front of me and my feet together. I looked down, passively. For some reason, I desperately wanted to submit to this woman.
I felt her eyes roaming over my nakedness, then;
‘I see. Are you going to bend over my desk as well?’
Taking a deep breath, I leaned over her desk, and took hold of the far edge in the exact position I’d been in that morning, when the Headmistress had caned me.
Mrs Vero walked round her desk until she was facing me. She leant down and looked into my compliant eyes.
‘I need to hear the words, Mrs Lonsdale. Tell me what it is you are asking for?’
Lying there naked, across her desk, I felt my submissiveness take over completely.
‘Please, Mrs Vero, will you cane me,’ I said quietly.
The light in Mrs Vero’s eyes shone wickedly, and she smiled broadly at me. ‘It will be my pleasure, Mrs Lonsdale. I will cane you, and keep caning you until I’ve had enough!’
She straightened, and I heard her walk to her cabinet. A door opened and, a few moments later, closed again. More footsteps, the sound of her shoes loud on the parquet floor, then quiet as she stepped onto the rug.
And then the swish of her chosen cane through the air, her practice strokes making me breathless with anticipation, my buttocks clenching with each swing.
I waited in trepidation for the first stroke on my bare bottom, my stomach in knots. I didn’t have to wait for long.
Thwack!
‘Eeeesh!’ Oh bloody hell! That was hard! The pain seared across my buttocks, my head snapping up as the sharp hiss escaped my gritted teeth.
Thwack!
‘Arghhh!’ The cane bit into my already abused bottom, damaged skin protesting at this new onslaught.
Thwack!
‘This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Mrs Lonsdale?’
Thwack!
She wasn’t wasting time, laying the strokes on in a steady rhythm, only a second or two between each one.
Thwack!
‘You wanted me to cane you, because it excites you…’
Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!
After the first twelve strokes, I felt Mrs Vero move behind me. Her hand stroked the red-hot ridges layered across my poor bottom.
‘Spread your legs, Mrs Lonsdale, I want to see your cunt. I want to see how excited you are!’
Ohhh – my God! What was she saying!
Obediently, I parted my legs, offering her a view of my hairy, and very wet pussy. My state of arousal would be so obvious.
Mrs Vero’s fingers caressed my buttocks. I felt her fingertips graze over my puckered hole. Closing my eyes, I gasped, then moaned, telling her everything she needed to know.
Her fingers withdrew, and peripherally I could see her take up a caning position once more.
Thwack! Everything was starting to feel hazy – I felt like I was walking through a cloud of cotton wool.
