Kathy McGuire slowly worked her way through the list of roles she wished to apply for. There were not many for a newly graduated drama student. One seemed… interesting:

“On-line reality show set in a simulated but fully authentic 50s Finishing School for young ladies to run for one month. Currently recruiting for students and teachers. Payment is by profit share. Send recent photo and application to  - ” An email address was given for applications.

She was not happy about the notion of payment by profit share. It could easily finish up being nothing but at least participating might get her noticed. Googling the company name did produce a list of previous shows they had made – and it seemed they were honest about calculating payments. She could easily earn several thousand pounds for the month’s work, so she sent an application.

A few days later she was in a large office with scores of other hopefuls. Most wore everyday clothes but Kathy and a few others had attempted a 1950s look. In her case it consisted of flat black shoes, black calf-length skirt, plain white blouse and her long ginger hair put in a ponytail. An auburn-haired middle-aged woman took the floor. “Hi, I’m Michelle. Thank you all for coming. I trust you have read the information packs. Any questions before we move on to the individual auditions?”

An attractive South Asian woman raised her hand. Michelle glanced at her iPad. “Yes Anita?”

“You say this is going to be authentic 1950s. Schools in those days frequently used corporal punishment – straps and canes. Is that going to feature in this show?”

“Yes it is. Unlike students in those days you can opt out if you are due to be punished and leave.”

Kathy felt a peculiar lightness in her stomach. She had never in her life been spanked, let alone been subject to strappings and canings.

A West Indian woman raised her hand. “So we have to accept being strapped or caned or whatever or not get paid?”

“That’s correct Simone but if you were on I’m A Celebrity you’d have to eat kangaroo testicles or not get paid.”

“That’s not likely to arise, I’m not a celebrity.”

“You might be after this.”

Simone grinned. “Good point!”

The audition itself bore no resemblance to the show. Kathy was asked to imagine she had been pulled over for speeding by a middle-aged male police officer and to try to talk her way out of being given a ticket. She decided to play contrite, saying she had a clean record, wouldn’t do it again. The “police officer” seemed unconvinced.

Thinking she had blown it, Kathy was surprised and delighted to receive a call next day inviting her to participate in the show.

The “Roxby School for Young Ladies” was a hotel and conference centre in rural Britanny hired in its entirety for the summer by the production company. On arrival she had to hand in her mobile phone, was reminded that covert filming would be continuous though other participants, including those playing teaching staff, would not have access to it and was given a printed Participants’ Pack and instructed to go to her room and read it.

‘Students’ had to share rooms, though Kathy thought it could have been worse – she had half expected to find herself in a huge dorm like an old-fashioned hospital ward. The wardrobes were filled with clothing not unlike those she had selected for her audition. The participants’ instructions said that only these clothes should be worn for the duration of her participation so after showering in the room’s en suite (she wasn’t convinced that that was authentic 1950s but she wasn’t about to demand that they have her queuing to use a communal bathroom) she began to get into costume. As she was doing so her roommate arrived and turned out to be Anita, whom she remembered from the audition.

“Hi. Nice to meet again.”

“Yes. Ready to go back to school?”

“Guess so. Going to seem a bit weird, especially if… what made you ask them about corporal punishment? It hadn’t occurred to me.”

“I used to read lots of old kids’ books when I was little. It was clear that corporal punishment was routine then.”

“I wonder why they chose that era, then?”

Anita gave her what her mother would have called an old-fashioned look. “So that they have an excuse to have plenty of spankings – obviously this show is targeting the spanking scene. All the student participants I’ve seen are young attractive women with nice bottoms. Anyway, I came prepared – plenty of aloe vera to prevent bruising. Got some arnica gel too but that works best if applied immediately – takes the sting away.”

“You seem prepared – and knowledgeable on the subject!”

“Previous partner used to like spanking me.”

“I’ve never been spanked. I hope I can cope with it.”

Anita smiled cheekily. “Want to find out?”

Startled, Kathy asked, “Are you suggesting you spank me? Now?”

Still smiling, Anita nodded.

Kathy shook her head. “No. But I suppose I will if I break one of the rules – which looks like it’s going to be very easy to do.”

“Exactly. They want an excuse to spank us.”

The participants assembled in the dining room for the evening meal. Anita and Kathy shared a table with Simone from their audition and her roommate Linda, a tall blonde Scot.

The food was plain but good. If it was authentic 1950s it wasn’t English, which in Kathy’s opinion supported Anita’s notion that the producers were creating just enough of a superficial resemblance to the 1950s to justify the use of corporal punishment.

“Basically,” she concluded, “we’re taking part in a free-form SM porn film.”

The others nodded. Linda added, “They’ll have thousands of hours of video – apart from live streaming it all on pay to view, they’ll probably cobble some kind of feature film out of it. Probably they’ll create situations to fit some kind of plot they have in mind.”

Kathy squirmed in her seat. “I hope they’re not too severe,”

“No worse than you’d get at a scene event I would think.”

“Having never been to a scene event, I’m none the wiser!”

Simone and Linda grinned and exchanged glances.

“What?” Kathy asked.

Simone smiled again. “I reckon the participants playing staff will be drawing lots to see who gets to spank your pristine bottom first!”

“They’ll probably want to tawse and cane you too!” Linda added. “I’ll bet you a tenner you don’t get through tomorrow without getting a very sore bottom!”

Anita took Kathy’s hand and squeezed it. “Don’t tease her!” She turned to Kathy. “If you do get punished, try to keep your bottom relaxed; it hurts a lot more if you’re tense.”

Kathy squeezed back. “Thanks! I’ll try to remember that.”

After dinner they had an hour’s free time before being sent to their rooms at 9 pm with a warning that breaking curfew would attract punishment. Kathy became increasingly anxious about what she had let herself in for. As they returned to their room Anita said:

“You’ve gone very quiet. Are you OK?”

Kathy nodded, “Yes. I’m just…“  her voice trailed off.

“Worried about getting spanked?”

“A bit. Perhaps I should find out if I can take it. Does your offer still stand?”

Anita smiled. “Of course, dear.” She sat on her bed and patted her lap.

Kathy laid over her knee and tensed as her skirt was raised.

“Try to keep your bum relaxed.” Anita stroked her knicker-clad bottom, then began smacking.

Kathy squirmed but it wasn’t as bad as she was expecting. After a dozen smacks on each cheek, Anita peeled her knickers down to mid-thigh and after rubbing her bottom a little proceeded to smack each bare buttock in turn, left and right, up and down.

“How’s that?”

“Stings a bit but it’s OK.”

Anita stroked her bottom again, then picked up her slipper and gave her six hard whacks.

Kathy bucked and squirmed during the slippering but did not attempt to leave Anita’s lap. “Ow! That really stings!”

“I’ll put some aloe vera on to prevent bruising, then you can have a look in the mirror.”

Kathy wriggled in pleasure as the gel was massaged into her bottom, then scrambled up to examine herself in the mirror. She looked at the pink globes. “Oh, wow!”

As she lay in bed, preparing to sleep, the warmth in her bottom seemed to sink into her body and she began to feel aroused. Her hands drifted to her crotch. She hoped Anita could not hear her.

The first lesson for a dozen of the students was “French Conversation”.

“Probably didn’t want to hear the obvious jokes about oral French.” Kathy remarked to Anita as they entered the classroom.

“YOU GIRL!”

Kathy jumped and looked at the rather severe-looking forty-something teacher, who was glaring at her. “Me, miss?”

“Yes, you girl. What is your name?”

“Kathy McGuire, miss.”

“Well, Kathy McGuire, did you read the school rules in your handbook?”

“Yes, miss.”

“And what do they say about classroom etiquette? With particular reference to entering and leaving?”

Kathy swallowed nervously. “Pupils should enter and leave in silence.”

“And did you do that?”

“No, miss.”

“Indeed you did not. Stand at the front, the rest of you sit down!”

Kathy was mortified – first lesson not even started and she was already in trouble. Anita looked concerned, Simone winked at her. The other girls simply looked prepared to enjoy the unscheduled entertainment. The teacher, Madame Peche, Kathy remembered, strode to her desk, opened the drawer and removed a foot-long wooden ruler.

“Hold your hand out!” Kathy complied and the ruler was brought down sharply onto her palm, catching her thumb as it did so.

“Jesus! That fucking hurt!” Too late, she clapped her hand over her mouth as the room erupted in laughter.

“SILENCE! Unless you all want a dose!” She glared at Kathy. “I’ve never heard such disgusting language! The Principal needs to deal with you!” She wrote something on a notepad, tore off the page, folded it and handed it to Kathy. “Take this to the Principal now, girl!”

Kathy turned and fled the classroom. Stomach churning, she unfolded the note and read: “This girl, Kathy McGuire, swears like a trooper in class! Please deal with appropriately.”

She refolded the note and slowly made her way to the Principal’s office – fortunately it was sign-posted. She knocked on the door and a woman’s voice bade her enter. Trembling, she obeyed. The woman smiled at her. “What can I do for you?”

“Madame Peche said I was to give this to the Principal.” She handed the note to the woman, who knocked on another door and went through. “Madame Peche has sent a girl down to you, Mr. Roxby.”

There was a short pause and a male voice said, “Come in, Miss McGuire.”

With great reluctance, Kathy obeyed and stood in front of the Principal’s desk.

“Care to explain yourself?”

“Madame Peche was giving me the ruler and it hit my thumb and it really hurt!”

“Let me have a look.”

Surprised, Kathy held out her hand. Roxby took it and examined her thumb. “Yes, it is bruised. Mrs. Wood, please be so kind as to bring the first aid kit.” He turned back to Kathy. “For future reference, when being punished on the hand, tuck your thumb in like so.” He gently lowered her thumb and tucked it under the knuckle. “I would demonstrate further for you but I suspect Madame Peche will wish to continue your punishment when you return to her class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Roxby took the tube of gel Mrs. Wood handed to him and massaged some into her thumb. “This should help.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Why were you being punished?”

“Talking as we went into the classroom.”

“I see. Well, I’ll leave Madame Peche to deal with that on your return. However –” He released her hand “– I need to deal with the matter of your bad language. What did you say?”

She swallowed nervously and looked at him. “Exact words, sir?”

Was he suppressing a smile? “You may paraphrase.”

She swallowed. “I took the Lord’s name in vain. And I effed.”

He was definitely suppressing a smile. “I see. Well I cannot let that go.” He went to a large basket in the corner and selected a rattan cane. “Shall we proceed?”

Kathy realised she was being given the opportunity to invoke the get-out clause and leave. In other circumstances, she might have but the spanking Anita had given her last night made her realise she could withstand a certain amount of pain in her posterior. “Yes, sir.”

“Bend over the desk.” Kathy obeyed and felt her skirt being lifted, then the cane tapping her bottom. Her knickers were being left in place then. Suddenly she was relieved that they were old-fashioned relatively thick ones that covered her buttocks entirely. She felt a streak of fire as the first stroke landed.

“Ow!”

The second stroke landed a little below the first.

“Shhhh –” She managed to suppress the word.

A pause of ten seconds. Kathy clenched her bottom, then remembered Anita’s advice and relaxed – just in time to receive the third stroke.

“OWWW!”

The fourth landed a little lower. He was working his way down the sensitive underside of her buttocks.

“AAAAA!!” She breathed heavily and her bum swayed from side to side.

When she was still the fifth stroke landed.

“FFFFFFF –”

“Just one more.”

It landed on the crease where buttocks meet thigh.

“OHHHHHHH!!!!”

“That’s it. All over.” She stood up. Both hands flew to her bottom and rubbed frantically.

“Do you need time to compose yourself?”

“I’m alright sir. Thank you, sir.”

He wrote something on Madame Peche’s note and handed it to her. “Give this to Madame Peche. Off you go!”

She returned to the classroom and knocked on the door.

“Enter!”

She obeyed.

“Ah! The prodigal returns! Have you been dealt with?”

“Yes, miss.” Peche just looked at her. Kathy handed her the note.

Peche didn’t look at it. “Well?”

“I’ve been caned, miss. Six.”

Peche opened the note and nodded. “We have unfinished business.”

Kathy held out her hand, thumb tucked in as Roxby had shown her. She received three stinging strokes on her palm.

“And your other hand!”

Kathy held out her right hand and received another three strokes.

“Now go and sit down. You’ve wasted enough time.”

Kathy took the seat next to Anita and squirmed as her sore bottom came into contact with the unforgivingly hard wooden chair. Anita gripped her thigh under the desk. Kathy heard sniggering behind her.

Madame Peche heard it too. “Simone Robinson! Is the miscreant’s discomfort of some amusement to you?”

“Sorry, miss. Couldn’t help it.”

“You need to learn self-control! Come to the front of the class. Now, girl!”

The young West Indian woman did so.

“Now face the front wall and bend over! Perhaps sharing her discomfort will teach you self-control.”

Simone obeyed. Madame Peche flipped up her skirt to reveal a pair of very skimpy and very non-regulation frilly black knickers that covered very little of her bottom.

“I see someone else needs a visit to the Principal. No, don’t stand up.” The ruler whacked across Simone’s bottom, raising a darker welt on the light brown skin. Simone barely reacted. Kathy continued to squirm on her seat, feeling the sting of her caning. She felt her clit against her knickers as the second stroke landed on Simone’s backside. She flushed, hoping no one realised she was so aroused. Fortunately, the rest of the class had their attention focused on Simone’s punishment. After receiving six strokes she was sent to the Principal with a note.

Jack Roxby was sorting some time-tabling issues when Jenny Wood came into the office.

“Another girl to see you.”

He took the note. “Send her in.” He looked at the attractive black girl. “It seems you are wearing non-uniform knickers. How was that infraction discovered?”

“Madame Peche was whacking my arse with a ruler. Sir.”

“Why?”

“For laughing at Kathy squirming on her caned arse.”

Roxby picked up his cane. “Shall we proceed?”

Simone eyed the cane. “I’ve just had the ruler, sir. My arse is still sore.”

“I could cane your hands instead.”

Simone paused. “I’ll have it on the arse, sir.”

“Very good. Bend over the desk.”

Simone obeyed and he flipped up her skirt to reveal her skimpy knickers and somewhat mottled bottom. He placed the cane on the apex of her bottom, tapped gently a couple of times, raised the cane and brought it smartly down. Simone hissed at the impact. Almost instantly a dark streak appeared on each cheek. The second stroke landed below that and the third lower still. Two more struck the underside of her cheeks and the final one on the crease, drawing out Simone’s only “Oww!” of the caning.

There was a knock on the classroom door.

“Enter!” Madame Peche called,

Simone came in, walking somewhat stiffly, and handed Madame Peche a note.

“Well?”

“I’ve had six with the cane as well miss.”

“Go and sit down!”

Simone winked at Kathy as she walked past. Kathy heard her sharply indrawn breath as she sat on the hard wooden seat. She would certainly be uncomfortable having just had twelve on a practically bare bottom.

After two hours of French conversation the students had a half-hour break. As they queued for coffee Kathy asked Simone how she was.

Simone smiled. “Sore!”

“Not surprising after twelve!”

“Roxby did suggest caning my hands but the ruler on the hands looked bad enough when you got it and I thought the cane would be worse so I opted to be caned on my arse.”

Kathy looked at her hands – red marks were clearly visible. Anita saw and took her hands in hers. Kathy felt a thrill at the contact. “You need some aloe vera on those.”

“My bum’s sore too!”

Simone laughed. “Go and look after her, Anita.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

Kathy and Anita left the queue and returned to their room. Kathy removed her skirt and knickers to examine her bottom in the mirror. Each white cheek had six parallel red streaks descending from apex to crease.

“Go and lie on your bed.”

As she did so, Anita fetched the aloe vera. “Give me your hands.” Anita put a blob of gel on each palm. “Now massage it in while I look after your bottom.”

Kathy felt a surge of pleasure as Anita’s hands gently massage the gel into her caned bottom. “I rather like this part!”

“Aftercare is important.”

Kathy’s arousal returned as Anita massaged her bottom. She began to rub herself against the bedspread, then parted her legs. Anita’s hand drifted between.

“Oh yes!”

Anita’s fingers found her pussy and stroked then rubbed. Almost immediately Kathy felt pleasure surge through her body.

During the deportment lesson Kathy had time to think about what had happened and her feelings about it. She had never had sex with a woman and always thought of herself as heterosexual but there was no getting around the fact that she had encouraged Anita to perform a sex act on her – and had enjoyed it. She had been aroused by the spanking she had received the previous night too and while she hadn’t liked being caned, sitting on her sore backside had been perversely pleasurable, especially when she was witnessing Simone’s punishment. Anita had been keen to spank her last night, and look after her today so presumably she enjoyed the physical contact between them too. They would have to talk tonight after lights out.

In the semi-darkness, Kathy said, “Do you want to talk about what’s been happening?”

“Yes. Shall I come over?”

“Please do.”

Anita got into bed with her. They lay in each other’s arms.

“Have you been enjoying what’s happened?”

Anita stroked her cheek. “Most of it. I did like spanking you last night and what we did at break this morning – though I would rather what led to it hadn’t happened. I don’t like seeing you being hurt and I know how stressed you were at the prospect of receiving corporal punishment.”

“I’ve got past that, I think. Thanks to you. And I did enjoy that.”

“Would you like to do it again?”

“Yes, but not tonight.”

“Would you be willing to spank me?”

“I’ve never spanked anyone before.”

“Everybody has a first time.”

“All right then!”

Anita got out of bed, Kathy swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. Anita lay over her lap. Kathy raised her nighty, revealing her bare bottom. She stroked the pert cheeks then began smacking gently.

“You can do it a little harder, my bottom is quite resilient.”

Kathy did so, enjoying the tingling in her palm as she warmed up Anita’s bottom. She spanked for several minutes until Anita was squirming on her lap. She was becoming aroused herself and she released her grip on Anita’s waist. The Asian girl stood, kissed her and pushed gently on her shoulders. Kathy lay back and Anita climbed on top of her. Anita’s crotch was on her hip and her thigh between her legs. They kissed again then Anita began rubbing herself against Kathy, slowly at first the more vigorously until both women climaxed.