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“Would you step in here, please, Miss Watson. I need you as a witness”.
The door had opened, and the Principal had stepped out to speak to the School Secretary in the outer office. She knew what would soon be taking place, and took a moment to try to recall the student who was currently in the office with Mr Roberts. Alice Taylor, 18, with something of a history of minor scrapes, usually resulting in a detention or similar.
She walked into the Principal’s Office as he held the door open for her. She moved to one side of the office, and took in again the curves that were filling out the girl’s clothing. Alice would not be one to be placed in the “super skinny” category, and probably had enough self esteem to not even attempt to try, even if her relatively slender frame would otherwise allow it.
“Miss Watson, Alice Taylor has been found to be the cause of the various fire alarms we have been experiencing, and also rigged up some rope across one of the exits on the most recent occasion. She has been offered the choice of 5 days in school suspension, or corporal punishment. She has opted for Corporal Punishment.
“Alice, please confirm for Miss Watson that you choose Corporal Punishment”
Alice looked deeply uncomfortable, but would still prefer this option to that of being effectively confined to one room in School for a whole week.
“The punishment will be 5 strokes of the paddle. This is a very serious pattern of behaviour, young lady, and I do not expect it recur. If it does, you will be suspended from School completely. Is that understood.”
“Yes, Sir. Understood” replied Alice. She had winced slightly at the number of strokes. This would not be easy.
The Principal turned the paperwork on his desk for Miss Watson to read. Having done so, she nodded to confirm that the punishment described was the punishment on the sheet.
“Just initial here, please, to show that you have accepted this option. Thank you. Miss Watson is here to witness the punishment and ensure that it is administered fairly and properly.”
Alice had initialled where she had been shown, and tried to smile at Miss Watson, but her nerves made it fail until it was almost a grimace.
The Principal had opened a drawer in the desk, and had drawn out a long paddle, with rounded ends and solid handle at one end. The clearly substantial piece of wood caught Alice’s eye, and she took a deep breath.
“Now, Alice, do you have anything in your back pockets.”
Alice pulled out a phone, and put it on the desk.
“Come to this end of the desk, where there is a space. Bend forward, bending the waist, and put your elbows on the desk, lay your arms and hands flat on the desk.”
Miss Watson watched as the girl moved into the position. Nearly into the position, anyway.
“Bend more from the waist, girl. It’s your Butt we’re aiming for, not anything else”.
She watched as the girl shuffled back slightly, to make her bottom stick out further, accentuating the curves filling the tightening jeans.
“Feet a bit further apart. Keeps you stable. A bit further. Thank you.”
Miss Watson leaned to check the position was a requested, noticing the narrowing gap as the legs converged. She glanced at the curve of the breasts, accentuated by the posture, and unseen by the principal. She saw the set of Alice’s face, a determination not to suffer too much.
And now the Principal took his stance, broad footed, arm’s length from the girl, paddle aligned across the swelling roundness of her buttocks.
He took the paddle back, and then swung. Not violently, but definitely firmly. This is going to hurt, but he’s not a sadist.
Thump. Alice gasped. The impact pushed her forwards, and she then buckled downwards to deal with the pain.
“Back into place, girl. There are still four more to come”.
Again the swing. Another solid smack into Alice’s round bottom. Miss Watson noted the grimace on her face as she again bent under the pain being driven into her.
“Try to keep still, girl. It stops this dragging on.”
The third swing brought an audible “Yeow” from the girl, but this time trying to keep her place was more successful, though Miss Watson saw her legs shake as she tried to ride out the pain.
The Fourth swat brought another yell, and the grimace was clear and large. The girl was also clearly fighting back tears, and breathing fast if lightly.
The Crack was definitely louder this time. As was the girl’s yell. She buckled again under the impact, bending her legs before standing up, wriggling the bottom.
“Stay where you are”, the Principal commanded.
He walked back round the desk, sitting down and placing the paddle to one side, in front of the girl. He looked into her face, seeing the tears there.
“Sit down” he ordered, pointing to the wooden chair in front of the desk.
Miss Watson watched as the girl, wincing as she did so, gently lowered herself onto the hardness of the chair, tenderly sitting forward to relieve the weight pressing down on her bottom.
The Principal made a few more notes on the paperwork, signing and dating the punishment administered.
He passed it to the girl. “Sign here”. She did so.
Taking it back, he passed it to Miss Watson, who read through it again, and then signed to confirm that the punishment had been administered as recorded.
“Now Alice, you have been soundly punished. You deserved every part of this. But if you are back in here again for similar reasons, you may find yourself thinking you got away lightly today. Next time, you may find yourself out of the school completely. Is that understood?”
“I do not want to have to do this again. Your behaviour will be watched, and if you put a foot wrong for the rest of the year, you will find yourself back over that desk. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The downcast eyes, the slightly weak voice, were noted by Miss Watson.
“Very well, you may return to class. Miss Watson will circulate the record to all appropriate parties, including your parents”.
She had stood up, but her eyes widened at this, and her hands swung back towards her throbbing bottom.
Miss Watson took the paperwork, walked to the door, opened it, and let Alice leave. She watched the young woman walk gingerly down the hallway away from the Principal’s office.
Sometimes, sometimes, witnessing a paddling does bring you a little treat, she thought. I wonder what will happen to her at home. As she sat at her desk, she closed her eyes, and thought of those jeans being taken down, and a thick belt swinging towards the paddle-bruised buttocks, and the yells the girl would make as it did so.
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You listen to the steps, you do them.
You don’t listen, you don’t do them, and you will experience a completely different sequence of movements. The dragging to the chair, the turning over the knee, and the up and down impact of a sound spanking.
Conduct at Dinner is expected to be perfect. Otherwise, there will be consequences.
She knows how to make an impression on a nughty young lady
Bend over, girl, and prepare yourself for your caning.
A visit to the Principal’s Office is always a painful occasion for any young lady who has broken the rules.
The no- nonsense approach to discipline is one for which the students will definitely stand, if only because the alternative is trying to sit in the aftermath of this.
A no nonsence approach to being disobeyed is exercised in this household
At Everwood School, the Cane is used as a punishment when girls have seriously broken the rules. This may be because what they did was dangerous, or foolish, or a repeated breaking of lesser rules.
I put soap across some of the steps on the stairs in the Old Building. This was to make people slip, which would be funny for those watching. Mrs Taylor caught me doing it and made me clean it up, so no one actually got hurt.
People falling on the stairs is dangerous. While it may be simple and funny, some people fall badly and can break bones or bruise themselves. This is why putting soap on the stairs is dangerous. If I had succeeded, people could have been badly hurt.
There are other punishments in the school, like detentions, suspensions or writing lines or essays like this. If someone were to have been hurt, it would be very serious, and a detention or lines would not be seen as sufficient punishment by those who were hurt.
Therefore Mr Williams has decided to cane me. Putting soap on the stairs is a dangerous thing, and other people could have been badly hurt. So I will be hurt instead. This is because I am seen as a very naughty girl, who deserves the cane, and no one has any sympathy for me.
I do not want the cane, as it will hurt greatly. I am very sorry for what I have done, and understand why I will be getting it.
This is not the first time I have been caned for my bad behaviour. Because of this and the danger my actions caused, it will be on my bared bottom.
When I go to Mr Williams this afternoon, I will be made to wait outside his office until he is ready. This may be because there are other girls getting the cane before me. You can see the girls waiting for the cane outside his office every Friday afternoon. They stand facing the wall with their hands on their heads. It is very sad for them, and I remember the feeling in my stomach while waiting there.
When Mr Williams calls me in, and I have gone in, he will shut the door. The chairs in front of his desk will have been moved to one side. I will stand in front of the desk, and give him this essay. He will put it aside, and will start to fill in the record book he keeps. Also on the desk will be the cane. IN the record book he will write my name and age and what I have done.
Then he will tell me where to stand. I will take off my blazer and put it to one side. Then I will told to tuck up my skirt, and put my knickers down to my ankles. Then I will need to touch my toes.
Only after this will I actually get the cane. Mr Williams will swing the cane hard against my bottom, making a swishing sound followed by a crack when it hits me. There will be an agonising pain across the line where the cane hit. This will happen six times. Each time, I will tell Mr Williams how many I have had. After the first one, it will be “One thank you, Sir”, and then two and so on.
After this has happened six times, I will be allows to stand up, but must put my hands on my head. Mr Williams will write down that I have been caned in the record book. When he has done this, he will tell me to thank him for the caning. I won’t want to, but I can’t leave until I have.
After this, I will be allowed to put my knickers back up, let down my skirt, put on my blazer and go to my lesson. This is despite how much my bottom will hurt.
After the caning, I will not be putting soap on the stairs again. I am very sorry for what I have done, and fully agree that I have deserved this punishment.
His Secretary presents the cane, in apology for her mistakes.
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