The three police officers were in the headmistress's study, discussing with Miss Stone, the headmistress at the girl's Sixth Form College. She was fifty, dressed in a short-sleeved dress, and, as it was the middle of summer, she had bare legs. The police officers were there to discuss the theft of an expensive ring from the jewellery shop on the High Street. The suspect was one of the girls at the sixth form college, caught on CCTV, but only a back view and not of her face.  

Today, all of the girls at the College wore the standard summer uniform of a short-sleeved green and white check dress, with a white belt, and white ankle socks. During the winter, they wore a green long-sleeved jumper over their dress, and tights.  

Three girls had been identified as having left the college during lunchtime, which was when the theft had taken place. All three girls were in the class of Miss McKenzie, who was the youngest teacher at the college, being just twenty-five. She was a stickler for discipline, and if any of the girls were caught talking in class, passing messages to another girl, or the like, then she would make that girl stand up, bend over until her dress had risen right up her thighs, lower the girl's tights in winter, and then smack both legs several times. 

Notwithstanding that, almost all of the girls had a crush on Miss McKenzie, loving her long dark hair, usually tied back in a bun, she was very slim, with blazing eyes, and, today, was wearing a short-sleeved blouse and skirt. 

Miss McKenzie was one of those teachers who was a bit of a control freak, and kept a close eye on all of the girls in her class. That was why she was able to identify the three girls who had left the college grounds at lunchtime, all without permission. It was those three girls who were going to be interviewed by Miss Stone, to establish if it was one of them who had stolen the ring. 

The three girls, who were each sixteen, were all worried as they sat outside the headmistress's study, in the outer office being closely watched by the Secretary, Miss Dawson, and told not to talk. They were even more worried when the door to the headmistress's study opened, and two uniformed police officers came out, glancing down towards the three of them, before nodding towards Miss Dawson as they were leaving the office. 

A few moments later, Miss Dawson's phone rang, she picked it up, looked at Jade, one of the girls, and, after putting the phone down, instructed, "Jade. In you go." 

Jade quickly looked at the other two as she stood up, turned, went to the door to the study, knocked on it, heard Miss Stone say for her to come in, which she did, closing the door behind herself, and walking to stand in front of the headmistress's desk. 

As she walked to the headmistress's desk, Jade saw, sitting against the wall to one side of the room, a woman in police uniform, which made her worried. Jade also saw the caning table not far from the policewoman, and had bent over that a few times already. When she got to the desk, she saw a hook-ended cane on it, and was even more tense. 

Miss Stone looked up at Jade, although didn't say anything for a few moments, knowing that that would get her even more worried than she most likely was already.  

Miss Stone knew the reason the police were here was because of the very expensive stolen ring, but wasn't going to explain that to Jade. Miss Stone and the police needed to have it investigated, and the only thing that was certain, given the poor quality CCTV film and the angle of it away from the girl's face, was there was no question that it was the college uniform that the girl was wearing. 

Miss Stone waited a few more moments, and then demanded to know, "Where were you at lunchtime, Jade?" 

Jade knew that she had bunked off school and gone to the park. It was strictly against college rules, but she had taken the risk. However, if the headmistress knew that she had bunked off school, then that would earn her the cane without any further discussion. Did the presence of the policewoman mean the likely punishment would be worse than the cane? 

Jade certainly wasn't one of the better-behaved girls, regularly getting a detention, and several times already had been sent to Miss Stone for the cane. Still conscious of the policewoman watching her, Jade replied, "I went to meet a friend in the park, headmistress. I know I was supposed to stay at college, but I didn't have lessons, just private study, and I was going to do all of that when I got home tonight. I am sorry, headmistress." 

Miss Stone demanded, "What proof do you have of that, Jade?" 

Jade immediately got out her phone and showed Miss Stone a photograph, a selfie of herself and her friend. 

Miss Stone looked towards the policewoman, Officer Hampton, who came over and looked at the phone, checked the time the photo was taken, and it matched pretty much the time of the theft, then handed it back to Miss Stone, saying, "Looks okay." 

Miss Stone handed the phone back to Jade, but was still glaring at her, and was very annoyed simply by the fact that she had gone to the park when she should have been doing private study. She had already agreed with Officer Hampton, who was twenty-eight, that if each girl wasn't found to be the thief, the girl would still be dealt with straight away, and Officer Hampton had agreed to that.  

So, Miss Stone ordered, "Your apology is not accepted, Jade. Go to the caning table, raise your dress up above your waist and bend over, and clasp hold of the far end of the table. You know what to do, as you have done it before." 

Jade winced at the instruction, but knew she had to do as she was told, although wasn't that happy knowing that the policewoman was going to be watching. Nevertheless, she did go to the table, raised her dress up and tucked it into the belt, bent over, and clasped hold of the far end of the table. 

Miss Stone had stood up and picked up the cane from her desk, walked over to the now bent-over Jade, and, as usual, it was Miss Stone who yanked down the knickers of the girl who she was about to cane. Miss Stone then positioned herself, tapped the cane a couple of times on Jade's bare bottom, rubbed the cane from side to side a couple of times, then pulled her arm back, and brought the cane down with a loud thwack on Jade's bare bottom. Jade yelped, as all the girls did, because Miss Stone always landed each stroke fiercely. She loved to see the cane bite into the girl's bottom, and then watch the welt quickly develop. 

What Miss Stone didn't see, because Officer Hampton was actually standing behind her but with the perfect view of Jade, was the smile on Officer Hampton's face. What Miss Stone would not have seen, even if she was looking at Officer Hampton, were the flutters flying around the policewoman's vulva, because Officer Hampton was certainly aroused by watching the caning. In fact, she hadn't expected to be so aroused, but she was. 

As Miss Stone landed the second stroke, and Jade yelped again, Officer Hampton was even more excited as she watched the cane bite into Jade's bare bottom, even though Jade had a rather tight bottom, saw that the bare bottom cheeks still quivered, and the second welt quickly developed. 

Miss Stone waited just a few seconds before landing the third stroke, got the usual yelp, saw the expected welt develop, and then a few seconds later landed the fourth stroke and saw everything repeat itself. 

Miss Stone and Jade both knew that four strokes were the tariff for leaving the college without permission, so the headmistress waited a few seconds and then said, "Okay, Jade, you can get up, sort your clothes out, and then leave." 

Jade heard the instruction and pushed herself up from the table, pulled her knickers back up, unhooked her dress from the belt, and pushed the dress downwards. She turned and looked at Miss Stone, and the policewoman, and saw the policewoman nod towards Miss Stone.  

Miss Stone looked back towards Jade, and said sternly, "You can leave now, Jade. However, do not say anything to the other girls. Just go to Miss Dawson, get your punishment letter for your parents to sign after they have given you a spanking, and then make sure you bring the letter back tomorrow. Miss Dawson will be inspecting your bottom to make sure it was a hard spanking. Understood, Jade?" 

Jade was used to getting the punishment letter and being spanked after being caned at college, so replied, "Yes, headmistress, I do understand." 

Neither Miss Stone nor Jade saw the way that Officer Hampton had to fight to hide the smile she was having, and Officer Hampton knew that her knickers were getting damp at the thought of Jade having to be spanked after being caned.  

Jade walked out of the study, closing the door behind herself, and went up to Miss Dawson's desk. As she did, she said, "Four strokes, Miss Dawson." 

Miss Dawson entered the number of strokes given onto the log in front of her, picked up the letter that was already prepared, handed it to Jade, and said, "Bring back the signed letter tomorrow morning, Jade. I will need to check your bottom to make sure that you have been spanked properly, and, if not, you will be getting four more strokes of the cane. Understood, Jade?" 

Jade took the letter, and replied, "Yes, Miss Dawson, I do understand." Jade certainly did understand, because the first time she was given a punishment letter she didn't tell her parents about it, and forged the signature, but didn't realise she had to show her bottom the following day. She got four more strokes of the cane and another punishment letter, and this time she did show it to her parents and got spanked, and that was what happened every time since after she had been caned. 

Miss Dawson pointed to the door and watched Jade leave, making sure that there was no signal given by her to the other girls. Miss Dawson then picked up the phone and asked Miss Stone, "Are you ready for the next girl, headmistress?" 

Miss Stone and Officer Hampton had discussed Jade's alibi photograph, and both supposed she couldn't have been the thief. Still, there were two girls left to interview, so not all was lost, yet. 

When told by Miss Stone that she was ready, Miss Dawson looked towards Polly, the second girl, pointed to the study door, and said, "In you go, Polly." 

Polly immediately stood up, glanced at the other girl but didn't say anything, went to the door to the study, knocked on it, and waited for Miss Stone to tell her to enter, she did, she opened the door and walked in, closed the door behind herself, and walked towards the headmistress's desk. As she did, she was just as surprised as Jade to see the policewoman sitting on a chair against the wall, but not surprised to see the caning table. 

It was now Polly's turn to be more worried than usual. She, too, had been sent to Miss Stone on several occasions and been caned each time. Whilst she certainly didn't like being caned, she would always quite happily show the cane welts to some of her friends in the toilets afterwards, and she was seen as pretty much a hero each time. Mind you, the stinging from the spanking when she got home usually meant she cried herself to sleep clutching her bottom. Her bottom would still be stinging as she got dressed the following morning, and always felt humiliated when she would have to show her bare bottom to Miss Dawson when she got to college. 

Those thoughts were now well away from her, though, as she was aware of the policewoman staring at her, and saw Miss Stone was also glaring at her.  

Miss Stone let Polly ponder the silence for a few moments, before demanding, "Where were you at lunchtime, Polly? You were supposed to be at college, but you weren't." 

Polly had thought she had got out of college without being seen. She now knew that wasn't the case. Therefore, she was in trouble now that she had been caught, and knew the penalty for that was the cane. So, she explained, "I went home to get my project for this afternoon's lesson. I had done it, but forgot to bring it in." 

Miss Stone asked sternly, "Was anyone home when you got there? Did anyone see you?" 

Polly blushed as she replied, "No, Miss Stone. Mum wasn't there." Then Polly looked as though a memory had struck as she said, "I did leave a note for Mum to say that I had been home and picked up my project. She'll be home by now and will have seen the note." 

Miss Stone looked towards Officer Hampton, who nodded back at her, so Miss Stone picked up the phone and telephoned Polly's mum. She already had Polly's details on her desk. 

When Polly's mum answered, Miss Stone asked, "This is Miss Stone, the headmistress at college. I have Polly here because she said she went home at lunchtime. Obviously, leaving the college without permission earns her a punishment. However, please can you confirm whether she did come home." 

Miss Stone listened to the reply, "I wasn't actually here, Miss Stone, but a note had been left on the table, from Polly, telling me that she did come home. Is that okay?" 

Miss Stone wasn't that happy with the reply, because it pretty much cleared Polly from being the thief, but replied, "Yes, thank you. Don't forget, though, because Polly left college without permission, I will be giving her four strokes of the cane. She will be bringing back the usual discipline letter, and we expect to find her bottom is still red and very sore when she gets back here tomorrow." 

Miss Stone got the immediate reply, "Yes, Miss Stone, I am used to getting those letters."  

Miss Stone replied, "Thank you," and then put the phone down.  

Miss Stone looked towards Officer Hampton who nodded her head, Miss Stone then glared at Polly and ordered, "Go and stand by the table, tuck your dress up into your belt, bend over, and grab hold of the far end of the table." 

When she was given the instruction, Polly fully understood that she had broken the rule about not leaving college at lunchtime, was caught, and now had to be punished. She supposed this wouldn't be the last time she was caned, anyway."  

Polly immediately went to the caning table, lifted the hem of her dress right up, tucked it into her belt, then bent over, stretching her arms, and clasped hold of the far end of the table. 

Whilst Polly was preparing herself, Miss Stone once again picked up the cane that was on her desk, walked over to Polly, and said, "I will be giving you four strokes of the cane, Polly. If you get up or try to cover your bottom, those four strokes will become eight, and four will be added every time you do that. Make sure you stay in position to avoid those extra strokes. Is that understood," 

Polly knew why she was told that every time she was caned. The first time she was caned, she did get up, and got four extra strokes. She never did it again, and quickly replied, "Yes, headmistress, I do understand." 

With that, Miss Stone yanked down Polly's knickers, tapped the cane a couple of times on her now bare bottom, then pulled her arm back, and landed the first hard stroke. As she watched the cane bite into Polly's bare bottom, she heard Polly let out a rather loud yelp, and could see how Polly was struggling to keep a hold of the far end of the table, but managed to do so. 

Officer Hampton also noticed how Polly struggled. That got Officer Hampton even more aroused, and, as the second stroke landed on Polly's bottom, and there was yet another yelp as the second red wilt quickly developed, Officer Hampton really did want to finger herself, but told herself she would have to wait. 

Miss Stone landed the third stroke just below the other two, as she always tried to make the strokes parallel, and normally succeeded, expected the loud yelp from Polly, and that she was struggling even more to keep a hold on the end of the table, but once again succeeded. That just left the fourth stroke, which Miss Stone landed with a relish, hopefully making Polly tell herself to be a good girl in the future, so that she did not have to come back here for another caning. However, she fully expected to see Polly's bare bottom again, and again.   

Once Miss Stone landed the fourth stroke, she realised that Polly was sobbing, which was a good reaction, at least. 

Miss Stone left Polly in place for a few moments before ordering, "You can get up now and straighten out your clothes. Go out into the office and see Miss Dawson, tell her how many strokes of the cane you have been given, and get your punishment letter. Come back here in the morning and show Miss Dawson your bottom, so make sure that you are spanked, and the letter is signed in order to avoid a further four strokes." 

Polly had heard what Miss Stone said before, but listened obediently as she stood up and pulled her knickers back up, wincing as the elastic of her knickers rubbed her bottom, then continued to pull them up. She then took the hem of her dress out of the belt and lowered that. Once correctly dressed, Polly realised that her eyes were blurred as she walked towards the door, opened it, walked outside, and closed the door again. She then went up to Miss Dawson's desk, and waited for Miss Dawson to ask how many strokes of the cane she had received. Polly then immediately replied, "Four, miss." 

Miss Dawson wrote the number four against Polly's name in her log, and then handed her the discipline letter, reiterating that it needed to be signed but only after she had given a very hard spanking. She explained again how Polly had to come back here in the morning and present her bottom for inspection, and woe betide her if both cheeks weren't bright red and clearly still very sore.  

Polly took the letter, saying, "Thank you, Miss,". 

Inside the study, Miss Stone and Officer Hampton were discussing Polly, and both reluctantly agreed she was unlikely to be the thief, which just left the third girl, hopefully. 

Miss Dawson waited for Polly to leave the office, then picked up the phone and, when told to send the third girl in, she looked towards her, and said, "Okay, Tilly in you go." 

Tilly got up feeling reasonably relaxed because she had also been caned many times before. It didn't stop her from breaking the rules, knowing if she got caught, she would be caned again, and spanked when she got home. 

Tilly walked into the study, when told to do so, and, as she went up to Miss Stone's desk, saw the policewoman sitting by the wall. She had seen the two officers leave the study before any of the caning started, so she wasn't surprised to see another policewoman in the study, because both girls before her had certainly spent more time here than would have been needed just to give them four strokes of the cane each. They must have been questioned, she told herself, and so was ready for that. 

Once Miss Stone had glared at Tilly, but stayed silent for a few moments, she then asked, "You weren't at college at lunchtime. Where were you, Tilly?" 

Tilly explained, "I went to the High Street, and met a friend for a coffee. We sat there chatting before I then came back to college." 

Miss Stone and Officer Hampton exchanged glances, as they had both hoped that Tilly was the thief, given the first two girls had alibis. Now, it turned out that she admitted that she was in the High Street, and so very close to the shop where the ring was stolen. 

Miss Stone then stared back at Tilly and demanded, "Do you have any proof of the time that you were there?" 

Tilly immediately got out her phone and found the selfie that she had taken of herself and her friend, and showed it to Miss Stone. 

Miss Stone took hold of the phone, looked at the photograph, and saw that the time the photograph was taken was exactly the time when the ring was stolen. That would make it very difficult for Tilly to have been the one who actually did steal the ring. 

Even so, Miss Stone beckoned to Officer Hampton, who came over to the desk and also looked at the phone. She also saw that the time the photograph was taken was the time the ring was stolen, and so she handed the phone back, went back and sat down, and thought how all three girls had pretty much cast-iron alibis. 

At least Officer Hampton was happier when she heard Miss Stone instruct Tilly to go and stand by the caning table, tuck her dress into her belt, bend over, and stretch so she could clasp hold of the far end of the table. Officer Hampton felt more quivers flying around her vulva as she watched Miss Stone get up, holding the cane, and walk over to Tilly. Officer Hampton did smile when she saw Miss Stone yank the girl's knickers down to her knees. 

Miss Stone was really used to caning Tilly, and didn't bother to explain anything. Instead, she simply tapped the cane a couple of times on Tilly's bottom, pulled her arm back, and landed a very hard stroke with the cane, cutting into Tilly's bare bottom, but this time not getting much more than a gasp.  

Tilly still found being caned difficult to deal with, but set herself the task of making as little noise as possible, which she hoped would wind Miss Stone up. When the second stroke landed, she still only let out a relatively quiet gasp, though, a slightly louder gasp after the third stroke. She therefore focused, and when the fourth stroke bit into her bottom, she kept her lips tightly shut and made almost a humming noise. Tilly was delighted with how she had managed to do that. 

Officer Hampton was surprised that Tilly was making such little noise, bearing in mind the cane was biting into her bare bottom just as much as it had bitten into the two other girl's bottoms. Surely, it must hurt sufficiently to let out loud gasps or yelps, she thought. As she thought that, Officer Hampton wondered what she would let out if she were caned. That was when she realised that, given the flutters flying around her vulva, and the way that she knew her knickers were really damp, she would love it if Miss Stone were to make her bend over the canning table, yank her knickers down, and then give her four, maybe even twenty-four, strokes of the cane. She even had to force herself to calm down because she thought she was actually going to cum as she thought these thoughts. Luckily, she managed to hold off her orgasm. 

Miss Stone was a little frustrated that Tilly hadn't made more noise, as though she was coping so well with being caned. She knew she couldn't give her any more strokes, because she had stayed in place just as she knew she had to, and so she would have to let the girl go. 

With that, Miss Stone gave Tilly the same instruction to straighten out her clothes, go out to Miss Dawson, tell her how many strokes she could be given, pick up the letter, and leave. 

Once Tilly had left the room, Miss Stone went and sat back in her chair, and Officer Hampton went and sat in the visitor's chair. They discussed each of the stories given by each of the girls, and, what with the photographs and telephone call, each of the girls seemed to have a reliable alibi. Yes, there were some gaps. For instance, Polly could have left the note on the table and her mum just hadn't seen it. The other two had photographs on their phones timed at exactly when the theft took place, so it would be very hard to argue against them, unless they could show the girls changed the time on their phones before taking the photograph, and changed back to the correct time afterwards. 

As Miss Stone and Officer Hampton were having this discussion, both feeling frustrated at the alibis of the girls, Miss Dawson called through and said, "Headmistress, I have Miss McKenzie here, and she wants to speak to you." 

Miss Stone made the assumption that Miss McKenzie wanted to say something about the theft, because it was she who had given the three girls names, and so knew why each was being interrogated. So, she replied, "Please do send her in." 

Miss McKenzie walked into the study, and smiled at both Miss Stone and Officer Hampton. The first thing she did was ask, "As all the girls have left here, do I assume you don't think any of them did it??" 

Miss Stone replied, "Unfortunately, that is the case. All three girls could prove they were somewhere else when the theft took place." 

Miss McKenzie said, "I thought that might be the case, as a friend of mine has sent me a photo of the girl who was in a hoodie, and showing her face. This is at the time when the ring was stolen. The thing is, I don't think the girl actually comes from this college, because I don't recognise her. Can I show it to you?" 

Miss Stone held out her hand for the phone, which Miss McKenzie gave her. Officer Hampton came round and stood behind Miss Stone, and they both looked at the photograph. Miss Stone certainly didn't recognise the girl in the photo, but could see that she was wearing a jumper that was part of the college uniform, albeit winter uniform whilst it was summertime now. 

Officer Hampton asked if she could have a closer look, and Miss Stone gave her the phone. 

Miss Stone then chatted with Miss McKenzie about the discussions that they had had with each of the three girls. She was also telling her that each of the girls got four strokes of the cane for leaving college without permission. Miss McKenzie was clearly all for that happening to them.  

Officer Hampton then interrupted the conversation, and said, "I accidentally flicked back to the previous photograph, and found a photo taken of what I know is the floor of the jewellery shop where the ring was stolen. In fact, the time of that photo is pretty much the same time as when the ring was stolen. How do you explain that, Miss McKenzie?" 

Miss McKenzie looked shocked. She certainly didn't remember taking that photograph, but to her horror, supposed that, if it was of the floor, it was obviously taken by accident.  

Officer Hampton saw the shocked look on Miss McKenzie's face, and continued by saying, "Actually, just before that photo, there is another photograph, and I can see a reflection in one of the glass cabinets, and I'm pretty sure that is you in the hoodie, Miss McKenzie. It's a photo of the cabinet where the ring was, which was stolen. The photograph is sideways on, so I'm guessing that was also taken accidentally." 

That threw Miss McKenzie completely, and when she looked at the photograph, she realised there really was no mistake. It was her. How could she have been so silly as not to delete that before bringing her phone to Miss Stone? She certainly hadn't intended to take a photograph of the cabinet where the ring was, but remembered holding her phone in her hand when she was in the shop, and supposed she did accidentally take both photographs. 

Officer Hampton knew what would seal matters was to retrieve the stolen ring. Seeing the look of distress on Miss McKenzie's face, she demanded, "Best give me the ring now, Miss McKenzie, otherwise matters will only get worse for you."     

Realising that she had been caught, Miss McKenzie opened her handbag, took out the ring, and handed it to Officer Hampton. That settled everything. 

Miss Stone couldn't believe that it was actually one of the teachers, Miss McKenzie, who was the thief, but then she supposed that made some sense as it was Miss McKenzie who gave the names of the three girls. She was trying to mislead her and the police, and, now all three girls had alibis, she was trying to divert attention again by producing a photo of an unknown girl with a hoodie in the shop. 

Both Miss Stone and Miss McKenzie realised the photo was altered by Miss McKenzie. 

Officer Hampton phoned the two police officers who had left the study prior to the interrogations, but they had simply gone to the canteen because it was felt that having three police officers there was overdoing it. Moments later, the two police officers had come back into the study, handcuffed Miss McKenzie, then led her out of the study, through the office, into the corridor, and made their way towards the police car. 

Miss Stone and Officer Hampton were very happy that they had caught the thief, albeit not a student but a teacher. They sat in the study for a while, and Miss Dawson joined them, having brought them each a cup of coffee. They were so happy the theft had been solved and the culprit caught.  

Both Miss Stone and Miss Dawson congratulated Officer Hampton because, had she not flipped back through the photographs, albeit accidentally, they would not have been any wiser, and may well have ended up arresting completely the wrong girl. They all agreed that it didn't matter that it was solved by accident, because plenty of whodunits are solved because the culprit made a mistake that they weren't expecting to be caught out on. 

When they had all finished their coffee, Miss Dawson collected the three cups and walked back out to her desk, thinking how strange it was that it turned out that it wasn't one of the girls, but was one of the teachers. 

Back in the study, Miss Stone smiled at Officer Hampton, and asked, "A good day's work. Is there anything else I can do for you?" 

Officer Hampton wasn't expecting the question. She was still thinking about what she would really love Miss Stone to do, and she couldn't stop herself from saying, "Actually, Miss Stone, I would like nothing more than for you to give me twelve strokes of the cane on my bare bottom." As soon as she said it, she blushed deeply, and stuttered, "I mean, erm, no, not that, erm." 

Miss Stone was smiling as she butted in and said, "It's okay, you're not the first one to ask me to do that. In fact, Miss Dawson asked the same thing, and I cane her weekly and have done it for a couple of years now. So, just go to the caning table, best take your skirt and knickers off, bend over, clasp the far end of the table, and I'll cane you. We can call it your prize for solving the crime." 

Officer Hampton was going to object, but she did solve the crime, and so a prize for that wasn't so bad. With the decision made, moments later she was bent over the caning table and was getting welt after welt painted across her bottom. As much as it hurt, badly, she knew she would have the most wonderful orgasms tonight in bed, or maybe earlier in a toilet cubicle. Either way, she knew she was the winner today, in so many ways. Maybe she will become a detective, she thought to herself. 

Miss Stone smiled as she saw the damp patch on Officer Hampton's knickers, so knew she could cane her really hard, and did. Miss Stone knew that she still had Miss Dawson, Nikki, to cane after college, with thirty-six strokes this time. Who wouldn't want to be a headmistress in a college where the cane was the standard punishment?  So, a crime solved, three students, a policewoman, and her secretary, all caned today. She was the real winner, Miss Stone told herself as she landed another really hard cane stroke, saw the cane bite Officer Hampton's bare bottom, and heard a loud yelp.  

Yes, indeed, Miss Stone told herself it was a really great day, for her.