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 {ASSTR 01 REV} Schoolgirl Slap Down {Big Billie} (F/ffffff spank nc)

   Schoolgirl Slap Down

   A Sally Trubshawe Henderson Story

   By Big Billie

   (c) Big Billie 2002.  Not to be distributed or sold for monetary gain.

   Author's Statement: Big Billie is opposed to spanking, and also to
circumcision (to which this story makes passing reference), except for
consenting adults.  However, spanking and circumcision sexually excite him,
so he writes about them.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Author's Prologue

   This is the first of my spanking stories to be posted on ASSTR.  From a
very young age the spanking of females has excited me.  I remember a
conversation when I was in Infant School and about 7 or 8 years old.  One
of the girls in my class told me that a woman who taught the older girls
would pull their knickers down and smack their bare bottoms.  Her older
sister, she claimed, had suffered this very indignity, and her father had
come into school to complain about it.  "What did he say?" I asked,
appalled but also fascinated.  The little girl seemed to be as sexually
stimulated as I was.  "He said" (delightful girlish giggle) "why did you
pull her knickers down and smack her bare bum?" Well, young as I was, the
thought of a big 11-year-old girl in Primary School being punished like
that really turned me on.

   A few years later, when I myself was at Primary School, I learnt what I
had already suspected; the teacher in question did not actually take down
girls' knickers.  But she was very fond of pulling up their dresses and
knicker legs and slapping them on the backs of their bare thighs.  Many of
these spankings occurred in the playground, in full view of the whole
school, and they seemed to be inflicted for the slightest reason.  She used
to punish the boys in a similar fashion, but luckily she was never my class
teacher and I managed to avoid her chastisement.

   At the age of 11 I went to an all boys grammar school, and had no
further direct experience of the disciplining of schoolgirls.  One of my
friends, however, stayed on at secondary modern, and he gave me graphic
accounts of how the lads in the boys' school were disciplined.  Sometimes
it was a cane on the hand, but the punishment that he and his fellow pupils
disliked most was the slipper.  One disciplinarian in particular, he told
me, was his class teacher for 2 consecutive years, and he used to spank
miscreants with large, thin, light, floppy gym pump from the age of 11
until they left school at 15.  And the older and the bigger they were, the
sharper they caught it.  "At first it was usually 4, and occasionally 6;
but now it is always 6, and usually 8." Then my friend described the
disciplinarian's modus operandi: "He'll give you one.  Then he'll just give
it enough time to tingle.  Then he'll give you another.  And so it goes
on." My friend said that he preferred the cane across the hand, even though
it was very painful.  "You feel such a fool having to bend over, and then
when you rub your arse afterwards." "Don't rub it?" I enquired tentatively.
"Ah," he replied ruefully.  "But it hurts." I sympathised with my friend. I
wished that he did not have to endure such treatment, and I was very
grateful that such regular, everyday physical punishment was not inflicted
on me; but I found the prospect of young ladies taking spankings like that
very stimulating.

   When I was just 16 I read a letter in a local paper.  I can still, all
these years later, recall it word for word.  The headline was "Spanked at
Seventeen" and the letter ran as follows:

   "Sir,

   I am a 17-year-old shorthand typist, and when I misbehave my mother puts
me across her knee and spanks me with a slipper.

   Apart from the pain involved I find this humiliating, as I feel I am far
to old to be treated like this.

   None of my friends receives spankings, and I would like to know if any
other of your teenaged readers are ever punished in this way."

   Now, even at the time I realised that the letter was probably written by
some dirty old pervert who was hoping to get his rocks off from the
responses.  But, even so, I found it incredibly exciting.  Indeed, all
through my life, the spanking of females has held me enthralled for reasons
that I am completely unable to rationalise or explain.

   My dear ASSTR readers, I hope that at least some of you share my sexual
proclivities, and that you enjoy my stories.

   Comments and emails are, of course, always welcome.

   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

   Story

   I first met my wife, Sally Trubshawe, as she then was, in the late
1960's.  She was teaching gymnastics and geography at a small but select
girls' boarding school in the southern counties of England.  I was at that
time a uniformed policeman.  In fact, I was the village beat bobby.  We met
at the local squash club and I was immediately attracted to her.  She was
petite, dark, fit, sporty and very sexy.  Luckily for me, there were no
other lady players as good as her, so she used to play against some of the
men.  I played against her as often as I could, and I always tried to buy
her a drink and to chat her up afterwards.  Although I usually managed to
win our games, it was obvious that she was a much better player as a woman
than I was as a man.  This, for me, added to her charms, but I was always
very gauche with ladies, and I was too dim to see that she fancied me as
much as I fancied her.

   Now, as you can imagine, we did not get much trouble from the girls'
school.  A lot of the girls were from rich families, and some of the older
ones owned their own motorcars.  There was thus the odd incident of illegal
parking or speeding but this was always dealt with informally via a quiet
word with the headmistress.

   Now, however, six of the girls had been caught drinking under age (they
were 16 and 17) in the village pub.  I myself took a lenient view of this,
and would have let it pass with the usual quiet word to the headmistress.
But I could not do that since one of the local JPs, who had been in the pub
at the time, had complained and had identified the culprits.  It was only
with the greatest difficulty that the headmistress had prevailed upon the
complainant to allow her to deal with the matter internally, and even then
he had insisted that, in addition, I should go along, in full regalia, to
put the frighteners on.  He also gave me strict orders that I was to give
him a full report afterwards on the disciplinary measures that had been
taken.

   I arrived at the headmistress's study to find six young ladies already
lined up outside it.  When I entered I discovered that the headmistress was
not alone.  She had Sally with her.  Miss Trubshawe, said the headmistress,
was the Dean of Discipline and she would be dealing with the miscreants. 
The headmistress then left, adding as she went that she hoped that the
action that Sally would be taking met with my approval.

   When we were on our own, Sally asked me to sit behind the headmistress's
desk and to look very imposing and judicial.  I did this, putting my
bobby's helmet on the end of the table for added effect.  Sally then sat
down beside me and explained what she intended to do.  She would, she said,
haul the offenders in separately, one at a time.  Sally would then
interrogate them and ball them out, calling on me for moral and verbal
support.  Each girl, said Sally, would then be disciplined.  She did not
explain what she meant by this, but, as you can imagine, my interest was
immediately aroused!

   Sally then called in the first victim.  Her name was Linda Grant. 
Linda, as I was later to discover, was the stuff of which Sally's
disciplinary fantasies are made.  She was big, tall, meaty and strapping.
She had long straight dark brown hair and a pear-shaped figure.  Even
through her school uniform I could see that her breasts were fairly small,
but firm, pert and sexy.  Although much of Linda's other charms was not as
yet revealed to me I could also observe through her clothing that her waist
was trim, and that her broad hips tapered out from it beautifully.

   Sally made Linda stand on a small red mat in front of the desk at which
I was sitting.  Then she started questioning her about her misdemeanour. 
She asked whether Linda was aware that both the school rules and the law
strictly forbade visits to pubs.  She asked her if she knew what the legal
penalties were.  Linda stuttered and stumbled over her answers, and blushed
a deep red right to the roots of her hair.  Then Sally asked me whether I
intended to haul Linda up before the magistrates.  I, of course, really
hammed it up as previously requested.  I stressed the serious nature of the
offence and, in great detail, the severity of the legal penalties.  I said
that I would probably have to bring charges because I would get into
trouble myself if I did not.  I knew, I added in a sober tone of voice,
just how seriously the JPs viewed this sort of thing.

   Sally then turned to Linda and asked her if she had anything to say in
her defence.  Linda, still blushing profusely, shook her head.  "Well,
Linda", said Sally.  "I will tell you what I intend to do.  You have
flagrantly violated school rules.  You clearly have to be punished for
that, and I intend to carry out that punishment now.  I am asking PC
Henderson to witness it.  When it is over, I will ask him whether, in the
light of what he has seen, he is prepared to exercise discretion and let
you off.  And I very much hope, for your sake and the sake of the school's
good name, that he is lenient and that he is prepared to consider that the
discipline that I have given you is sufficient.  But enough talk.  Please
fetch me my slipper.  It is on the window sill behind you." This was the
very first hint that I had been given about what Sally was going to do.  As
Linda dutifully turned to do as she was bid, I eyed up her figure
admiringly, slipped my hand into my pocket and gently started to rub my
willie through my trousers.  Willie himself, understandably in the
circumstances, was already beginning to stiffen up as Linda collected the
large gentleman's plimsoll as instructed, and handed it to Sally.  "Stand
on the red mat again, please.  Now, face the window, straighten your legs
and touch your toes."

   I was completely stunned by what happened next.  Linda turned through
180 degrees to face the window, which was directly opposite my desk.  She
bent over obediently as ordered.  Sally then rose from her seat and
positioned herself at Linda's side adjacent to her bottom.  Next Sally put
down the slipper on the desk, took the hem of Linda's gymslip between the
thumbs and forefingers of both hands, and lifted it over her back.  Linda's
beknickered bottom was thus revealed to me.  It was excellently positioned,
full on, for me to get a perfect view of it.  Linda was wearing bottle
green gym knickers.  They were stretched tightly over her bottom in the
most sexy and revealing fashion.  Linda's bare thighs, I noted, were long,
meaty and nubile, and her calves were beautifully shapely.  Then, as my
cock stood rock hard in my underpants at these salacious developments,
Sally administered her coup de grace.  She slipped her two forefingers
under the waist elastic of Linda's knickers at her two hipbones, and pulled
outwards and downwards.  The result was that Linda's knickers ended up
around her knees and her completely bare bottom was revealed to my excited
gaze.

   As you can imagine, I was utterly stunned by the sight before my eyes.
There, gazing past the crotch between the two cheeks of Linda's bottom, I
had a clear view of two plump hairy labial lips with the cunt slit between
them.  The pubic hair was thick, black and curly and sprouted downward and
outwards from the rear of the fanny, forming a bushy little ball hanging
beneath and between the two big, meaty, pear shaped buttocks.  But that was
not all.  As Linda bent and stretched forward her plump, meaty outer labia
were pushed together and apart.  They pouted ever so slightly open to
reveal a thin, serrated vertical line of delicate coral pink pussy skin on
the inside edges of her cunt lips.  To use one of Sally's Cheshire
expressions, my eyes stood out like chapel hat pegs as I leered
lasciviously at the victim's naked rump and fanny.  I could not believe my
luck, and I very nearly ejaculated into my underpants there and then.  But,
for the moment, I merely kept my right hand in my trouser pocket and gently
rubbed and massaged my cock, which by now was throbbing hard, and as stiff
as a poker.

   The first thing that Sally did was to make sure that Linda was bending
over to her satisfaction.  Sally's favourite part of the female anatomy, as
I believe she has told you, is the plump sexy cunt meat where a young
lady's bum curves round to her fanny crack.  Just above the tops of the
thighs, where the rump is beautifully tender and meaty, and right across
the back of the fanny hairs, is where she likes her slipper to slap home.
She herself refers to the target area as the soft undercarriage, and tells
me that she likes to line up her slipper and takes aim at the bushy furball
of pubic hair that sprouts from between the buttocks at that point.

   Well, unfortunately for Linda, it was now the turn of her hairy fanny
meat to be the epicentre of Sally's sexy assault.  She started with some
wicked little tail flicks, as she usually does.  Crack!  "Come on, girl. 
Stretch and bend.  Your can do better than that." Sally sharply flicked the
slipper across her victim's cunt meat to encourage her to bend over
further. Linda's buttocks shuddered provocatively and, after a few seconds,
the sexy pink imprint of Sally's slipper appeared, clearly visible across
her bare bum.  Linda had been flicked with the pump much as a skittish
filly is slapped with a riding crop, and it was clear that she disliked it
intensely.  She pushed her fingers towards her toes, sweating and straining
to avoid a second slap.

   But it was all in vain.  Crack!  "No!  Now pay attention and listen to
me.  I want you to bend over further.  Go on!  Bend and stretch!  Or else!
You know that is just not good enough." This time the flick was to exactly
the same part of the bum, right across the back of the fanny hairs.  It was
also just that little bit harder.  Linda's bare bottom wobbled again in the
most sexy and alluring fashion, and a second pink mark was imprinted more
or less exactly on top of the first one.  The victim drew her breath in
sharply at the force of the blow and then started grunting and panting as
she strained madly to comply with her tormentor's instructions.

   Sally, for her part, put her hand on the back of Linda's neck and gently
pushed it downwards.  I must admit that I felt rather sorry for Linda.  She
clearly hated these infuriating and humiliating little smacks.  What she
did not want to take, more than anything else in the world at that moment,
was another one of them.  But take another one she did, and again it was
exactly where she least wanted to take it.  Crack!  This third flick, in
its turn, was just that little bit sharper and sexier than flick number
two. Wobble, sting, tingle went Linda's big, sexy, meaty bottom.  By now a
note of exasperation was creeping into Sally's voice.  "Linda!  Are you
being deliberately disobedient?  You are beginning to annoy me!" Poor
Linda. She did not want to take any more of those flicks, and in her
determination to avoid that fate she gasped and grunted as she stretched
and pushed her fingers to the floor.

   By now Sally could hardly claim that Linda was not at least trying to
bend over to the best of her ability.  But, unfortunately for the victim,
she was caught out on another rap.  Crack!  "Right, madam.  Now you have
really annoyed me.  How dare you bend your knees when you have been
specifically told to keep your legs straight!  If you do not shape up
pronto you will regret it.  You can have this either the hard or the easy
way." The fourth slap that preceded these remarks was a really mean and
spiteful one.  It rang out like a pistol shot.  The victim's buttocks
shuddered invitingly.  Wow!  What would I not have given, there and then,
to part that delicate coral pink pussy crack with my fingers and shov my
stiff, throbbing cock between those two reddened, tingling, meaty buttocks
and into Linda's hairy cunt slot!  This time the slap was a lot harder than
the previous three.  Linda was clearly shocked at its force, and she let
out a sharp cry.  "Ouch!"

   "Well", concluded Sally.  "That still isn't good enough.  I might just
be persuaded to let you off if you hold it there, young lady, but at the
least sign of relaxation I'll dish out something for you to really remember
me by.  This is your last warning.  The slightest let up, madam, and you
will catch it hard.  By God, but I will give you something to make you feel
sorry for yourself and no mistake!" In response to these words, Linda
continued to grunt, sweat and strain to touch the floor while flexing and
tightening the muscles in her calves and thighs to keep her legs as stiff
and straight as she possibly could.  The effect of all this, as you can
imagine, was to highlight and emphasise the shapeliness of her legs
beautifully.  Her shapely calves were tensed and taut, and the muscles and
tendons in her long meaty thighs were pulled tight to display perfectly the
two delicate hollows on the inside of each of her thighs, where they rose
to meet her vulva.  Wow!  I was stunned!

   As you can imagine, dear reader, the consequences of all this for my
poor old willie were devastating: the kinky verbals; the big, strapping,
sexy lady with her bare bum and her hairy cunt slot embarrassingly
displayed to my enraptured gaze; the sharp slaps across the lady's bare
bottom; the loud, high pitched crack of slipper onto naked, unprotected
cunt meat; the quivering buttocks; the red marks across the back of the
victim's fanny; the embarrassment, frustration, anger and distress of the
young lady herself; the bold, saucy and uncompromising performance of
Sally; all these drove me into paroxysms of sexual ecstasy, and it took all
my self control to prevent myself from coming off.  Meanwhile, I was paying
the price for my unnatural self-restraint as I began to feel a dull,
throbbing ache in my bollocks, which I knew could only ultimately be
relieved by the explosive pleasure of orgasm.  And then the stunning truth
hit me.  This was not the end of Linda's chastisement.  It was scarcely
even the beginning!  "Right", said Sally, "Provided that you have now
learned your lesson and are prepared to stop being insolent, we can begin!"

   Before the fun started in earnest, however, Sally delivered a short
sharp lecture, to Linda's bottom rather than to her face, on the evils of
drink, the behaviour befitting a young lady, the seriousness of bringing
into disrepute the traditions and high reputation of the school, etc., etc.
Then she stressed the illegality of Linda's offence, and of how much damage
it would do to the school's reputation if the incident got into the
magistrate's court and thence into the press.  "For your own good, and for
the good of the school, Linda" she concluded, "I must do my best to stop
that from happening.  I only hope that by this punishment, and through my
personal entreaties, I can persuade P.C.  Henderson to risk a reprimand
from his superior officer by letting you off." Meanwhile, throughout this
diatribe Linda continued to sweat, strain and grunt in order to bend over
as far as she possibly could, fearful that the least relaxation on her part
would trigger the dire consequences with which Sally had threatened her.

   Sally then lined up her slipper across the back of Linda's cunt,
pressing the sole into the bare meat as she took careful aim.  Next she
drew back her arm in a wide arc, pulling her slipper a foot or two below my
face and over to my left.  Then, suddenly, round came her arm in a swift,
sharp movement.  The slipper whizzed up from a position a yard or so in
front of my left knee.  Then it whistled a foot or two underneath and in
front of the end of my nose as I leant forward over the desk as far as I
could to get a good view.  I distinctly felt the breeze across my face as
it did so.  Then, a split second later, it hit home.  Crack!!!  The flat
face of Sally's slipper landed flush, full across the plump, nubile fanny
meat of Linda's bare buttocks.  This was the first time that I had
witnessed Sally's slippering of a young lady, and I had no idea that she
was going to smack her so hard.  I was stunned, shocked and outraged at the
force of the blow.  Indeed, as a chivalrous and courteous gentleman who had
always treated young ladies with politeness and respect, it made me very
angry to see a beautiful teenaged girl treated in such an undignified,
brusque and cavalier fashion.  Suddenly, I felt a great wave of sympathy
for the victim sweep over me, together with an extremely powerful sexual
arousal.  "Oh you cow!" I thought of Sally.  "You vicious, vindictive cow!
Wow, oh wow!  I bet that didn't half sting!" And all the time my cock got
harder and harder and my balls ached excruciatingly at the riveting and
kinky plight of the unfortunate Linda.

   My outraged sense of injustice was heightened by the sharpness of the
crack that rang out as the pump hit home.  I had not been expecting it and
it came as a big shock.  It jolted me out of my pleasant sexual reveries
and made my heart leap under my rib cage.  It startled Linda too.  "Oh!"
She gasped as she let out an involuntary cry at the force of the blow.  As
the crack rang out, Linda's buttocks wobbled and shuddered provocatively.
Then Sally, in that crafty, wicked way of hers, waited a few seconds for
Linda to fully feel it.  As she did so, I was stunned to see the red
outline of her slipper emerge, clearly imprinted across the back of Linda's
fanny.  Linda had, of course, already been reddened by Sally's preparatory
spanks.  But this time the slipper really bit into her arse, leaving a red
mark so well defined that it might have been branded onto her rump with a
hot iron.  "Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw!" moaned Linda, clearly shocked and taken
aback by the sharpness of the spank and the escalating tingling.  "Oh, you
spiteful, venomous bitch" I thought, outraged but very, very sexually
excited.  "You shrewd, wily old she-cat!  You know just how to catch a
young lady bending!  My God, but you're so damned skilful!  Don't you know
just exactly how to tease, torment and humiliate a big, strapping, nubile,
teenaged lady!  Wow!  Go on then!  Chasten her well!  Vex, enrage and
madden her you bold, saucy, kinky madam!" And all the time I gently rubbed
my circumcised cock through my trouser pocket and teetered agonisingly on
the brink of orgasm, with my bollocks aching as if someone had given them
six hard cuts with a cane.

   Then Sally intruded again on my outraged thoughts.  Crack!!!  The slap
rang out yet again like a pistol shot.  Linda took it, right across the
back of the fanny hairs again, and it was clear that she did not like it at
all.  "Huh!" She breathed in sharply through her teeth.  "Uuuugh!" (This
somewhere between a cry of pain and a mutter of anger.) Then, as Linda
waited in trepidation for the third spank, and began to feel spank number
two reach its sizzling climax, she started to emit a series of low, urgent
grunts, "Ngh, ngh, ngh!" Crack!!!  Sally cut across Linda's interjections
and made her bottom sting and quiver to a third well aimed slap.

   And so it went on, in a clever and well executed escalation, until Linda
had taken a full twelve of the best.  God, but did Sally slap her arse for
her!  The whacks all landed in the time-honoured places.  First came the
three across the back of the fanny hairs.  These were followed by six aimed
higher, ad lib at the rest of the bum.  Then came the last three smacks,
right where the first three and, before them, the four preparatory smacks
had landed - across the back of the twat.  Not that I took in all these
subtleties at the time.  By now I was in a catatonic state, and time seemed
to be standing still.  I heard the sexy cracks from the pump ringing out
like rifle shots but somehow far away and distant.  Then, after each hit, I
watched entranced as the big bare bottom shuddered, wobbled and quivered,
seemingly in glorious slow motion, like a slowed down action re-play on
Match of the Day.  It was only when Sally ran through the events of the
afternoon with me later that I got to know exactly what her game plan was,
and the precise disciplinary principles which were being employed.  Even I
got the point about the last three spanks, however.  They slapped against
the arse right where the meat was plumpest and the minge fur was thickest.
They were also just slightly harder than the other nine smacks and they
built up to an orgasmic crescendo.  The victim's fanny hairs were scattered
by the breeze from the pump.  Her big, meaty bottom was made to dance a
jig. As for Linda she continued to contribute further sexy and embarrassing
verbals of her own.  "Ngh!  Ah!  Ooooh!  Aw, aw, aw, aw, aw!" she cried out
helplessly.  Wow, but Linda's rump was well reddened.  God, I bet it didn't
half sting!  The twelfth and final spank was a real beauty.  It cracked
home onto reddened meat that must have already been stinging and ringing
like a bell.  "Ouch!" yelled the victim, this time very loudly - much
louder, indeed, than any of her previous interjections.  This time I don't
know what it was.  Perhaps it was the indelicate and saucy way that the
victim's minge fur was scattered and rearranged.  Wow, but did her fanny
hairs fly!  Or perhaps it was the pert and delicious fashion in which her
buttocks shuddered.  Or perhaps it was the loud, unladylike and indelicate
urgency of the expletive that she uttered.  But whatever it was, it brought
me off.  In my ecstasy, I screamed silently to myself: "Oh, you titillating
bitch!  You crafty, knowing vixen!  Oh, that is wicked!  Wicked!  That is
so sexy it should be illegal!  And I bet you know just what you're doing to
me, just like you know just what you are doing to Linda.  Oh, my aching
balls!  Oh, my throbbing gonads!  Mercy!  Mercy!  Oh, you remorseless cow!
You cruel, pitiless tormenting hag!  You are driving me beyond endurance! I
cannot bear it any more!  Relief!  Relief!" By now, as you may well have
gathered, dear reader, I was utterly out of control.  Through my trouser
pocket I gave just one very light flick with my forefinger to the tip of my
prick.  That did it.  Before I knew what was happening, my heart and my
entire central nervous system seemed to explode with the most shattering
and ecstatic pleasure.  I breathed in sharply, and as silently as I could,
delirious at my sudden release from the most oppressive and painful
frustration.  Then, before I knew what was happening, I was rhythmically
ejaculating into my underpants.  Within the next 10 to 15 seconds it seemed
to me that I must have pumped out between one and two pints of thick,
creamy semen.

   While I was still ejaculating, Sally brusquely tugged up Linda's
knickers and pulled down her skirt.  "Right!" she rapped.  "Now get out and
wait in the corridor with the others until you are called back in to hear
your fate."

   As Linda left, I vainly tried to compose myself.  I stopped caressing my
willie and pulled my hand from my trouser pocket.  As I did so, I breathed
out a long, tormented sigh.  Then I noticed something else that thus far,
in the excitement of the moment, I had missed.  The central heating system
was on and the headmistress's study was very warm.  I was in my full PC's
regalia, including my heavy-duty tunic, and by now I was very hot and
sweaty.  My balls, my inner and upper thighs, and the lower part of my
buttocks and tummy were covered in thick, sticky spunk.  But that was not
my only problem.  I was perspiring profusely from my armpits, and I could
feel two large patches of wet sweat underneath the arms of my shirt.  By
now great beads of perspiration were also standing out on my forehead. 
Just as Linda opened the door and left, three or four of these beads
cascaded down over my forehead and onto my face.  One of them trickled
along my nose and entered my mouth, where I tasted its wet saltiness. 
Still in a daze, I fumbled in my tunic pocket for my handkerchief and
dabbed and mopped at my brow, only wishing, as I did so, that I could also
mop my crotch dry.  Phew!  Sally was really putting me through it as well
as the girls, and I didn't half know about it!  And she was still being
utterly merciless with me.  She refused to give me so much as a second to
compose myself.  Before Linda had a chance to get through the door, and
while my loins were still shaking to the last few jerks of my orgasm, she
summoned in the next victim.

   After the girls had all taken the rap, and had been ordered to wait in
the corridor to hear their final fate, Sally pertly popped her spanking
slipper into her brief case, turned to me and grinned broadly.

   "Can I offer you a cup of tea?" she asked pleasantly.

   "Had we best not see this through first?" I asked, anxiously and in some
trepidation.

   "Oh, good Lord, no!  There is no rush, and you have earned a break. 
Besides, it will do them good to be made to sweat a bit," answered Sally
airily.

   In fact, it was between 20 and 30 minutes later when the offenders were
summoned in for my verdict.  Before she went to get them, Sally turned to
me.  "Do not let them know their fate too quickly", she urged.  "Have some
fun with them first.  Tease and torment them.  Give them a good long
lecture, and keep the punch line until right at the end.  Do not grant your
pardon cheaply or easily.  Keep them on the hop and make them sweat.  Make
them think that they are for the high jump, that they are really going to
catch it from the law.  Then, when you grant them your mercy do it
reluctantly and grudgingly."

   "O.K." I replied.  "I'll do my best." Meanwhile, I was thinking to
myself, this lady is just as skilful a dominatrix with her tongue as she is
with her slipper.

   Indeed, I managed to play my part even better than that.  Sally lined up
the six miscreants in front of me and asked me for my verdict.  I was
enjoying myself, so I took my time.  I tried to keep an inscrutable
expression on my face as I eyed the victims up in a leisurely fashion.  I
could not fully work them out.  By now their rumps had largely recovered
from their recent saucy trip-hammerings.  In the words of an old Gracie
Fields number, the six of them must have been "very sore in a certain
place." But the sharp tingling had clearly died down and their bums were by
now no longer ringing like bells.  They thus looked relieved, and rather
more cheerful than they had done before their spankings, and seemed glad
that the worst of their ordeal was over.  On some of their faces there was
also a look of indignation at the humiliating and saucy way that they had
been stripped and smacked.  But the overriding emotion that I sensed was
one of apprehension that they might soon be the owners of criminal records
as well as of well-smacked bottoms.  "Right", I thought to myself.  "I'll
work on that.  Let's start to wind them all up a bit."

   "Well," I said, "Miss Trubshawe tells me that as far as the school is
concerned, that is the end of the matter.  I am sure that you will all be
relieved to hear that.  But I am afraid that the criminal offence may be
too serious to be atoned for so easily." Then, for the sake of effect, I
began to lie in my teeth.  "You know," I mused, "You girls are all very
lucky to attend such an excellent and exclusive school.  You are getting a
first rate education in a safe and protective environment.  Some of you may
feel that Miss Trubshawe has been strict with you today.  But let me assure
you that she most certainly has not.  Anyone can live down a little sting
like that.  Most of you, I see, seem to have got over it already.  By the
time you go to bed tonight you may even see the funny side and joke about
it.  Your privileged position has meant that you have all got off very
lightly.  And the fact that you are girls has meant that you have got off
lighter still.  At any boys' school you would have received at least six
hard cuts with a cane.  It would have bitten into your bottoms with deep,
livid, purple ridges that would have lasted for more than a week.  But all
that you have got is a spanking with a flat, broad soled slipper.  You have
been punished like naughty little girls, not like criminals.  Oh yes!  The
school has let you off lightly.  Very lightly indeed.  And that is
something that you can thank Miss Trubshawe for.  She has been lenient with
you.  Lenient to a fault."

   Now, dear reader, I am well aware that this line of analysis was indeed
a complete load of bollocks.  The girls had, in fact, been very strictly,
if amusingly and sexily, brought to book.  Nothing that the magistrates
could have done to them would have been anything like so sharp, so saucy
and so humiliating.  But the punters swallowed my words hook, line and
sinker.  I could see by the looks of horror on their faces that I had
really frightened the girls.  This gave me quite a sexual frisson.  But it
also made me feel a complete cad.  So I decided to cool it a little. 
"Look, girls!" I said in a tone that was now friendly and helpful.  "I
don't want to see you hauled up before the magistrates and given a criminal
record.  But that, really, is what I ought to do with you.  I don't think
that I can risk jeopardising my career by just letting you off."

   Oh, dear!  That blew it!  Throughout their ordeal so far the girls had
all behaved like bricks.  Those spankings must really have stung.  For a
minute or two they must have been really hurt by them, even if it was in a
funny and sexy way and in an amusing and saucy place.  And yet, despite
their sporadic grunts and cries of discomfort, the girls had taken their
chastisement bravely and stoically.  But now the threat of the law was too
much.  At my last remark, Susie broke down.  Her face crumpled and
collapsed in despair.  She gave a huge gulp and tears began to stream down
her face.  Then she started sobbing helplessly and rhythmically.

   I was mortified.  Until that point I had been having a whale of a time.
But now all my pleasure turned to dust.  I realised that I had gone too
far, and what I wanted to do more than anything else in the world was to
make it all right again, for Susie and for the rest of the girls.  I
motioned to the girls on each side to comfort Susie, and I gave her some
time to compose herself.  "Look, girls," I said, as kindly as I could.  "I
have to report back to the magistrate who brought the original complaint
against you.  He is a strict man, but he is also a very fair, a very
chivalrous and a very kindly man.  I'll have a word with him and see what I
can do."

   "Please sir," said Rachel, "What do you think he will do to us." "I
can't say", I replied.  "I will do my best to get him to let you off.  But
he may want to throw the book at you.  Or he may ask Miss Trubshawe, on
behalf of the school, to administer further chastisement."

   I know that I should not have made that final quip, but I found the
prospect so stimulating that I could not resist.

   Anyway, after that things all went to plan.  A few days later I called
at the home of the magistrate, Major Carter.  As instructed, I gave him a
full account of the chastisement that Sally had inflicted on the
malefactors.  Well, almost a full account.  I told him about the raising of
the victims' gymslips.  But I missed out the bit about the baring of their
bottoms.  Instead, I told him, admittedly in graphic detail, about how the
girls had been chastised across the seats of their knickers.  There were
two reasons for this.  Firstly, I wanted to protect Sally.  The way that
she had stripped her victims bare seemed to me to be saucy to the point of
indecency, and I did not want to get her into trouble.  So I took a risk,
and went out on a limb for her.  Actually, it could have been nasty.  All
it needed was for one of the girls' parents to complain, and for the
complaint to come to the Major's ears.  The second reason that I lied was
that old Carter was so thoroughly overexcited by the details that I did
divulge that it would have probably sent him into an apoplectic fit if he
had heard the full story.  During my narration the truth suddenly hit me.
He knew, at least in general terms, what would happen to the girls.  He had
asked me to report back, and was asking constant and detailed questions as
I did so, so that he could get his rocks off about it.

   Anyway, the good news was that when he heard my harrowing account of the
girls' distress at the prospect of criminal proceedings, and of the pitiful
cries and tears of the distraught Susie, the Major relented.  He was a
dirty old man, but also, as I had assured the girls, a very kind and
chivalrous one.  A week to the day after their chastisement, I was back in
the headmistress's study with Sally.  This time, I did not tease the girls.
As they were beckoned in they could immediately see from the happy
expressions on my face and on Sally's face, that they were off the hook. 
Susie's tears were now gone.  Instead, when I verbally confirmed the good
news, she jumped up and down in the air, screaming in delight.  The other
girls were also grinning broadly as they left, and embracing each other
ecstatically.

   But when we were on our own, I turned to Sally with a wistful and crafty
smile on my face.

   "You know", I said.  "Those young ladies think that they got off very
lightly.  But they didn't, did they?  Wow!  I would rather take the fine,
the three year's probation and the criminal record than bend over and let
you smack my bare bottom like you smacked theirs, my saucy, kinky,
darling!" "I bet you would", giggled Sally sexily.  "Almost anyone would.
Except them, of course.  Wow!  You really suckered them with that 'Miss
Trubshawe was too lenient' line, didn't you!" And we both grinned archly
before breaking out into hearty laughter.

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