BELINDA BECOMES A PREFECT

BY TOMMY

Part 1

Taken from The Times 'Education Supplement' 1959:

'Willowgrange Academy is a private school for girls between the
age of 10 and 18, set in spacious grounds deep in the
Gloucestershire countryside. Despite the considerable amount of
space available in our beautiful 18th century mansion,
surrounding buildings and the modern facilities available, the
school limits its first year intake to only twenty five girls,
thus the classes are kept small ensuring a first class education
by a small team of dedicated staff. Emphasis is placed on
academic and sporting achievement as well as the development of a
chaste mind and spirit. All girls are entered for the appropriate
educational certificates and coaching is provided for the Oxford
and Cambridge entrance exams. Results are far higher than the
average for independent schools and the percentage of girls
securing a place at university puts Willowgrange among the top
ten schools. Due to the school being oversubscribed, applications
for admission should be received by the Headmaster no later than
six months prior to the commencement of the September term of
that year. The applicant and their parents will be invited for
interview and given a short tour of the school and grounds. The
applicant will be required to sit a short test of verbal
reasoning and general knowledge and then be examined by the
school Matron. Please send all enquiries to:’

***

The corridor was silent apart from the faint ticking of the
grandfather clock at the top of the stairs. From the far end, the
last faint rays of the setting sun shone through a large window,
illuminating the dust in the air and reflecting off old oil
paintings depicting previous Headmasters of the school. A large
wooden noticeboard in the middle declared to all who passed it
that today was the 15th May, 1959.

Belinda took a deep breath and waited for the clock to start
striking nine o'clock, the signal for her to knock timidly on the
heavy oak door bearing the large impressive plaque 'Mr Thomas
Stevens, Headmaster'. For what must have been the tenth time, she
tried hard to think of all the reasons why she'd been summoned to
see the Headmaster. Every possible infraction of the rules, every
low test mark and reprimand she'd received in the last week had
been gone over time and time in her head. Why on earth did he
want to see her?

It couldn't be for punishment surely? Much too late. Of course,
if the time on the note had said seven o'clock, she would have
immediately guessed what lay in store for her. Everybody in the
school knew what happened at seven o'clock! Every evening a line
of girls facing the wall, sometimes as many as ten and rarely
less than two, hands on head, the younger girls visibly nervous,
some in tears, the older girls attempting to hide their fear and
embarrassment, the silence punctuated by the sound of the door
opening and shutting every few minutes, the barely audible murmur
of voices followed by the characteristic crack of a rattan cane
striking flesh.

Those girls with more experience could usually tell the age of
the girl being punished simply from the sound that the cane made.
The younger the girl, the sharper and louder the sound,
reflecting the lighter and whippier nature of the canes being
used. A low pitched swishing noise followed by a duller though
still quite a loud cracking sound meant the Headmaster had
selected one of the senior canes, reserved for girls from the
Upper school, comprising the fifth year and Sixth form.

Like all fourteen year old girls, Belinda had a guilty conscience
and the list of things for which she could, in theory, have been
punished for, was quite long. But for most of them, she'd either
never been caught or had already been dealt with by one of the
teachers.

She racked her brain. What could it be about? The last few days
had been relatively uneventful. Yes, she'd done badly at a few
tests in Geography, but Mr Green had already punished her for
that. Having to write out the correct answers followed by ten
with the slipper. Then the spelling test she'd failed. Anyway
that hadn't been fair! She'd got eight out of ten, only one short
of the pass mark. Miss Teal could have just made her copy them
out ten times, but oh no, Miss Teal had made her join the queue
of other girls who'd failed, for the obligatory six with the
hairbrush that she always carried in her bag. Gosh, that had
stung!

Then there had been old Dr Brown in Maths. Crikey he must be
getting on a bit now! Why hadn't he retired? The old goat was as
blind as a bat and deaf as well. Like her two friends, she'd been
called out to the front of the class for talking again, something
that happened a few times a week. Though in this case, the girls
considered it a joke. 'Old Browny' as they called him, when well
out of earshot, was just as strict as the other teachers but had
a phenomenally weak arm. His implement of choice for chastising
his pupils, a long flexible plastic ruler, left barely a mark. Of
course, the girls were far too experienced to let him know this.
The rules of the school were quite clear. The official punishment
was corporal, to be applied to the uncovered buttocks, no more
than twelve slaps with slipper, hand, ruler or hairbrush, with
any girl deserving more referred to the Headmaster and an
appointment with one of his many canes.
As usual, Belinda had waited her turn, trying not to grin as
Linda, the girl in front squealed as Old Browny smacked her bare
bottom with his ruler, occasionally worrying that maybe Linda may
be exaggerating the squealing a bit and Old Browny would catch
on. In the last few years, he never had though.
Then it had been her turn, taking Linda's place, knickers down to
feet, grasping ankles, legs straight, bum sticking up, seeing
Linda wink at her.

Ah yes, the famous 'trouser game'! She often wondered how the
teachers would react if they ever discovered what some of the
girls got up to. Old Browny was one of their favourites. Either
too naïve to think that the girls would notice, or maybe too old
to care?  As with at least half of the male teachers, the sight
of a girl presenting her bare bottom resulted in their trousers
looking very strange. This reaction of the male teachers was an
ongoing subject of discussion among almost all the girls in the
school and Belinda considered herself an expert.

Unbeknown to the girls however, the almost total lack of sex
education provided at the school meant that they were mostly
ignorant of the wider implications of this.

With some of the male teachers, it was practically a daily
occurrence, most girls having long ago entered into the spirit of
the game. The aim was to see which girl could get the teachers
trousers to look the funniest, the final decision being settled
only after long and rather sometimes violent arguments in a far
corner of the playground. As Belinda had often pointed out, a lot
depended on the position they had to adopt for their punishment,
though she wasn't quite sure why.

Every teacher was different in this respect. Old Browny always
insisted on the traditional ‘touching toes' position, while
others preferred a variety of different positions depending on
the location. Mr Gill, the Biology teacher tended to put the
girls over his knee whether in the classroom or in the privacy of
his study. Many of the other teachers however, insisted on the
girls adopting one position in the classroom and quite a
different one in their studies, positions that many of the girls
found incredibly embarrassing.    With Old Browny, it was all
quite straightforward. The trick was to move her legs apart as
slowly as possible while pushing her buttocks up, not forgetting
to utter a few shrill yelps and squeals at the appropriate
places. She was pretty sure she could tell when it was working.
There'd be a longer pause between slaps and Old Browny's
breathing would become louder. Why this happened remained a
mystery to her, but happen it did.

Then the finale. The traditional pat on the bottom followed by a
sudden tingling sensation as his finger brushed her pussy lips
and the order to return to her seat. As usual, the tingling left
her hoping for more but she knew that with Old Browny, that would
never happen, unlike some of the other teachers! Officially, this
examination of her private place was not only permitted, but
actually encouraged by the school rules, emphasising the
importance of hygiene and chastity.

That time, she reckoned that she'd excelled herself and had to
fight hard not to grin. The looks of the other girls had been a
sight to behold and she remembered the glow of pride when, upon
reaching her desk, she'd turned and seen Old Browny's trousers
looking as if they had a long pole stuck down there.

It must surely be nine o'clock. Any second now and the clock
would chime and she'd knock, enter and meet her fate. As she'd
already done so many times in the last few hours, she sought in
vain for a reason why the Headmaster might want to see her. Time
after time, she'd assured herself that it couldn't possibly be a
disciplinary matter.

Nevertheless, she wasn't stupid. The last thirty minutes had not
been wasted. While the others had been engaged in free time
activities or making their way to the communal showers, Belinda
had spent her time checking her appearance and ensuring that the
summer uniform was correct, a fresh clean white vest and
regulation blouse and gymslip with the school crest, clean white
ankle socks, her shoes polished, hair brushed, she even cleaned
her teeth. Everything that could possibly influence the outcome
of a meeting with her Headmaster. A ruler had been employed to
check that her gymslip was the correct length above the knees and
her hair not too short or too long.

Then of course, there were the more intimate details. A fresh
pair of thin regulation navy blue knickers. Although not in the
school rules, she knew that for so-called health reasons that she
never understood, most teachers preferred the knickers to cover
only the top half of the buttocks and had appropriately chosen a
size slightly too small for her.

Finally, the things that were definitely not in any rules, but
which Belinda knew were just as important. Her visit to the
shower had been fast but effective. The rules on hygiene were
vague but most girls soon got the general gist. Cleanliness,
purity and dryness were the keywords!   The clock started to
chime. Her hand shaking, she knocked softly on the heavy door. No
answer. She knocked a second time, a little harder, and was
rewarded with a sharp "Come!"

Inside the Headmaster's study, the stale smell of cigar smoke was
in the air. It was as she remembered it a few weeks ago, the last
time she'd been here. Then, the atmosphere had been so different.
As one of the girls was summoned, she remembered only the stern
telling off followed by a curt order to lower her knickers and
bend over, her gymslip pulled up and the ensuing agony as her
bare bottom had been seared four times by a very nasty cane
accompanied by her frantic promises never to do it again.   Last
time, the Headmaster had been standing next to his huge mahogany
desk, a row of canes already neatly arranged in order of severity
and the thick black punishment book open.
Now however, to her relief, the desk was almost empty. The
Headmaster was sitting in one of the two large leather armchairs
in the far corner, a cosy part of the office with a thick white
rug, bookshelves creaking under the strain of dusty volumes, a
sideboard decorated with old photos from his university days and
a selection of bottles and glasses, presumably for offering to
visitors. The fireplace, so warm and inviting during the cold
winter months, now lay empty, though clearly well-scrubbed and
cleaned by the school maids.
A low cough caught her attention and she saw a small hook nosed
man sitting in the other armchair. She recognised him immediately
as Reverend Jeffrey Bingham who owned a cottage set in the school
grounds, which was opposite the Lower school, a much newer and
larger building, just five minutes from the enormous mansion that
housed the rest of the girls.

Though not officially on the teaching staff, he took the girls
for their Religious education and Latin classes and was in charge
of the Lower school, though she had to admit that she remembered
him less for the knowledge imparted than for his liberal use of a
small thin cane that seemed to be permanently by his side. The
fact that he was the only person authorised to use a cane other
than the Headmaster had not been lost on the girls, who treated
him with a mixture of fear and respect.   Her eyes slowly
accustomed themselves to the low light. She saw the Headmaster
smile.

"Hello Belinda. Come in. Don't be shy."

Her heart beating a little more steadily, she approached the two
men and stood at attention, her hands in line with the folds of
her gymslip.

For a few seconds, just silence.

"So Belinda, are you well?"

The men watched the young girl closely, knowing full well what
was going through her mind.

"Oh yes Sir. Very well, thank you."

The Headmaster leant back in his chair and nodded. "Glad to hear
it, Belinda."

Another few seconds passed. The Headmaster smiled again and then
sat up straight, his eyes narrowing. "But why aren't you already
in your nightie?"  He looked at his watch. "It's nine o'clock.
You should be ready for bed."

The Reverend Bingham coughed. "I'm sure that Belinda maybe
thought it more polite and appropriate to present herself in her
uniform." He smiled kindly and Belinda felt like hugging him.

"Oh yes Sir. Sorry Sir. I… I mean, I wasn't sure. I mean…"

"Okay, no harm done." The Headmaster chuckled. "I must say that
you look very smart." He paused. "Actually, that's one of the
reasons you're here."

Belinda looked at him, a little confused. She'd never regarded
herself as a particularly tidy or neat person. Quite the opposite
in fact.

"You see, Belinda, for the last week or so, we've been discussing
some changes to the school rules and we've come to a few
conclusions." He saw the blank look in her eyes and chuckled. "As
you know, all the prefects in the school are girls in the upper
sixth form. However, we think it would be an excellent idea to
make the system slightly more flexible, thus giving younger girls
the chance to experience the responsibility that such a position
confers."

He nodded at Jeffrey. "Reverend Bingham has been helping me
considerably with this, and has made some excellent suggestions."
He paused again. “One of which is to nominate one girl from the
lower school and one from the middle school to take on the role
of prefect. Naturally, their power and responsibilities would
only be for girls younger than themselves, and of course, the
prefects from the sixth form would continue to have authority
over you, albeit slightly reduced."

Belinda nodded politely, trying to make sense of his words. She
knew the prefects quite well, all three of them and had learned
to tread carefully when they were around. Being from the upper
sixth, they could almost have passed as teachers, and it was only
their uniforms that gave them away.  The prefects were not
allowed to administer punishment themselves but could still make
life difficult. Twice in the last month, she'd been sent to a
teacher by one of them, once for pushing another girl and the
second for what the prefect had called 'inappropriate behaviour'
in the shower. To be fair though, being a prefect wasn't all
plain sailing. They were expected to set an example at all times
and it was common knowledge that when they were caned, it was a
particularly severe thrashing they received.

"So far we haven't decided on the lower school" continued the
Headmaster, "but after much deliberation we've decided that for
the middle school, you'd make an excellent Prefect. What do you
think Belinda?"

The men watched her eyes open wide, amused by the mix of
expressions flitting across her face. If truth were known, their
criteria for a suitable candidate were rather different to what
some may have expected, though this was a closely guarded secret
between them.

"Well?"

Belinda's head was spinning. A Prefect? Her? What would her
friends say?  Couldn't be true, surely? A Prefect! Walking round
the school with that small but beautiful ornate gold and blue
badge on her blouse, with 'Prefect' for all to see!"

"I…I...Hmm, I…thank you Sir! Thank you!"

Tom looked at Jeffrey who was chuckling to himself and gave her a
few moments to get over the shock.

"Of course Belinda, you have to realise that as a Prefect, you're
expected to set an example to the other girls, to assist the
teaching staff in their duties and of course, to show absolute
obedience. You are aware of this I hope?"

"Yes Sir. Of course Sir."  Her mouth appeared to be fixed in a
huge smile and the Headmaster laughed.

"Good girl. Because among the other changes we're making are a
tightening up of the school rules and the disciplinary code. We
feel that things have been getting a little out of hand recently.
Can we count on your support in this, Belinda?"

"Oh yes Sir. Promise Sir. Definitely!" She wasn't a hundred
percent sure what she was agreeing to, but at that moment, she
felt she'd do anything they asked. Her, a Prefect!"

"Excellent. I think you're going to a very good Prefect." Tom
placed his fingertips together and lowered his voice. "To be
honest, Belinda, we really aren't very happy with the lack of
respect being shown towards the rules, particularly the way some
of the girls dress and their low standards of hygiene. Do you
agree?"

Belinda nodded, thankful that she'd taken so much care over her
appearance.   "Yes Sir. Some of the girls don't dress very
smartly."

“Hmm, good.” The Headmaster sighed. “So just to outline our
initial plans, what we expect from you is this. You will meet
with us here once a week so we can discuss your progress and to
share information that you may have regarding the behaviour of
the girls. Okay?”

Belinda nodded, hardly believing that she was being treated as
though she were a grown-up.
“Yes Sir.”

“Good. Since you will be setting an example, you will also be
inspected thoroughly during the meeting. Agreed?”

She wasn't sure what that meant, but after all, uniform
inspections were quite commonplace already.

“Of course Sir.”

“So that will be uniform, dress sense, cleanliness of garments,
and of course, general hygiene and let's say a certain amount of
self-control deemed necessary for young ladies. Apart from that,
you will be expected to assist us in disciplinary matters. Now
then...”  He turned to Jeffrey. “Have I covered everything do you
think?”

Jeffrey shrugged his shoulders. “More or less.” He smiled at
Belinda.  “Anyway I'm sure that Belinda will do as she's told.
She seems to me an excellent choice for Prefect. It's a great
honour and I'm sure she wouldn't want to lose our trust in her.”

Belinda grinned, already planning on how she was going to break
the news to her friends. Gosh, they'd be so jealous!

Tom nodded. “Naturally, as a Prefect, you'd enjoy certain
advantages that go with it. More flexibility at bedtime, your own
room, private cubicle in the shower room." He pursed his lips.
"In addition, of course, you would also be allowed to continue
boarding at the school during the holidays, if you wanted.
Naturally we would have to inform the orphanage, but I don't
think there'd be a problem."

Belinda felt she must surely be dreaming! This wasn't happening.
She knew that the prefects had their own rooms but the idea of
'her' not having to share a dormitory with eleven other girls was
just…! Her own room?   It was the last bit however that made her
really feel she was floating on air. The school had for many
years reserved grants for children from orphanages and she had
been one of the two lucky ones to have been chosen.  Returning to
the orphanage for the holidays was something she dreaded. So
gloomy! The sadistic women who ran it were always finding reasons
to hurt her, both physically and mentally. But to be able to
spend holidays at the school? Walks in the countryside, the
beautiful grounds, and the gym to herself, no lessons…!

The Headmaster clapped his hands. “Excellent! Well then Belinda,
since this is our first official meeting, I think we should
inspect our new Prefect.  I'm sure she can't wait. Isn't that
so?”

“Yes Sir, of course Sir.” Belinda nodded happily.
"Oh Jeffrey, do you have the checklist we were talking about?"

Reverend Bingham picked up the sheet of paper lying next to his
glass of malt whisky and handed it to the Headmaster.

"Yes, here it is."

"Oh good. Now then...” He ran his finger down a long list. "Right
Belinda, where do we start… let's see. Okay." He tapped the first
line. "Overall appearance."

He smiled at Belinda and twirled his finger in the air. "Just
turn round slowly for us, would you?"

Jeffrey pulled his armchair round more so they had the girl
between them.

"Excellent. Very good! I think full marks for that. Good start,
isn't it!  Now, what's next?  Ah yes. Shoes, socks, hair, ears…"

Belinda felt herself blush from the praise, her mind still
getting over the shock and already rehearsing how she was going
to announce the news later in the dormitory. She showed off her
polished shoes, then removed them, glowing with pride as the men
remarked on the cleanliness of her hair, fingernails, ears and
neck, standing obediently between Reverend Bingham's legs as her
even checked her knees.

The Headmaster examined the list. "Oh really good! You really are
going to be a credit to the school. Now then, what's this? Oh
yes, just remove your gymslip and blouse would you?"

There may have been a slight hesitation, but barely noticeable.
After all, as well as regular uniform inspections, the girls were
quite used to having both female and male teachers supervising
the dormitories and even the showers. Being caught in a state of
undress was something that the girls had long grown accustomed to
and for the most part, considered perfectly normal. Besides, they
spent at least an hour every day doing PE in knickers and vest.

"What a very nice blouse" said Jeffrey, folding it neatly and
placing it on the floor with her gymslip? "You really take care
of your appearance, don't you? Just turn round slowly again
please!"

Belinda did as he ordered, any hint of embarrassment evaporating
at his words of praise and naively ignorant of where the men's
eyes were focused or the perfectly formed camel toe produced by
her tight knickers.

"You see Jeffrey, this is what we were talking about earlier." 
The Headmaster took Belinda's arm and turned her gently so she
had her back to both of them. "It's so much healthier when the
lower parts of the buttocks are left exposed like this." He ran
his finger slowly over her bottom along the edge of her knickers.
"Could you lean forward a bit Belinda? Good girl."

With the girl bending over more, Thomas pulled her knickers up
further and winked at Jeffrey. "You know Belinda, I'm becoming
more and more convinced that we made the right decision. Your
underwear is perfect! You've only been a Prefect for a few
minutes, yet I'm already proud of you!"

He ran his hand over her exposed buttocks and patted her thigh.
"Are they comfortable, or do you think they should be altered?
Since you'll be setting an example to the rest of the girls, your
opinion is very important." He slid his hand a few inches under
the material. "Not too tight here for example?"

Belinda shook her head, the visions of her new found status still
resonating in her head. "No Sir. They feel comfortable, Sir." 
“Good. I may as well explain that from next month, the rules will
specify not just the colour, but the exact type of underwear to
be worn, and I'm pleased to say that you seem to be obeying the
rules even before they've been officially announced. You really
are a most remarkable girl!”

“Thank you Sir.”

“Good, well just stand up and...Good girl. Turn round so we can
see the front and...” Tom looked at Jeffrey. “You see, Jeffrey,
how Belinda's vest descends perfectly to the waistband of her
underwear. Not too long, not too short.” He tickled her tummy
playfully and ran his finger along the top of her knickers. “So
much smarter!” He patted her thigh and traced the edge of her
knickers round the side of her leg to the front. "Oh, and here
you can see that the underwear leaves more of the leg exposed as
well. More sun means more vitamin D, and that's what growing
girls need!"

Reverend Bingham nodded. "Yes, absolutely. Though I wonder if we
could change the design of the front slightly. What do you
think?"

"Hmm, good point." Tom ran his hand down the front of the
knickers, ignoring the gasp of surprise it elicited. "I'm not
sure if we could shorten around here at the side or somewhere
else." He placed his fingers very gently right over the girl's
small mound. "Not too tight just here is it Belinda?"

Belinda bit her lip in alarm and felt her cheeks reddening.
"I...I... no, I don't think so Sir." She looked down at where the
Headmaster's hand was and swallowed. Far too innocent and naïve
to understand why, she only knew that in the last few years, her
private part had changed from being just where she peed from, to
something quite remarkable. All attempts to explore the delicious
tingling sensations that seemed to originate there were thwarted
by the strict school policy of allowing the girls almost no
privacy, plenty of exercise, communal showers and continuous
supervision in addition to countless other rules regarding the
girls' health and chastity including the golden rule of sleeping
with hands outside the bed sheets, rules all enforced by Matron,
a large fierce uncompromising woman who had eyes in the back of
her head.   Belinda, like most of the girls in the fourth year,
had started sprouting wisps of hair a year ago, followed by her
periods six months later and had received no real explanation
from the school Matron apart from a curt remark that she was
'growing up' followed by a short and simple lesson in how to use
a sanitary towel for the few days per month it was required.  For
the most part, it was never mentioned, its only recognition in
daily life being a rule that during their periods, girls had the
right to request a postponement of corporal punishment, albeit
with a note from Matron.

To Belinda's horror, the Headmaster patted her mound softly and
drew his finger down between her pussy lips, clearly outlined by
the thin stretchy material. "See Jeffrey, you were talking about
using the same design for the girls' PE lessons, but I wonder if
they not be rather too tight just here around the vulva."

Reverend Bingham shrugged. "I don't think so. Besides, it would
make life a lot easier. Just one type for both uniform and PE."

"Yes, of course. I hadn't thought of that." He ran his finger a
few more times over the embarrassed girl's beautifully outlined
pussy before giving it a small pat. "I think Belinda's underwear
here really is perfect."

Jeffrey nodded. "Absolutely." He smiled at Belinda, trying not to
laugh at the look on her face. "Belinda, I'd like to take them
with me tonight please. Tomorrow morning, I'll have them copied
by our tailor and ask him to experiment with the measurements.
Then next week, you can come and try them."

Tom clapped his hands. "Excellent idea! You must be very proud
Belinda.  The first Prefect ever in the Middle school and you're
already being used as a model for future girls! Just slip them
off would you?"

Belinda's hands were already on the waistband of her knickers.
One thing you never, ever did was to disobey the Headmaster.
After all, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen her bare bottom before.
As for Reverend Bingham, she still remembered the incident a few
weeks ago where he had ordered her to bend over at the front of
the class, bare bottom on view to everyone, and had then made her
wait for what felt like ages until he had finished reading, until
finally administering three painful strokes of his cane.

But… but…?  She pouted. "Do I have to Sir? Can't I give them to
you tomorrow?"

The Headmaster looked puzzled. "What's the problem with giving
them now?   Reverend Bingham has very kindly offered to take them
to the tailor tomorrow."

"Yes Sir, but. I…I...”

Tom nodded and looked at Jeffrey, his eyes twinkling. He stroked
Belinda's hair and patted her bottom. He lowered his voice and
spoke slowly and carefully. "As I've already explained, Belinda,
to obtain the position of Prefect is a great honour but carries
great responsibility and that's why it has so many advantages, as
you've just learned. As a Prefect, you will be expected to have
regular meetings and inspections. I explained that too.  The
inspections will include checking every part of you, your private
parts as well, something with which some girls, maybe naughty
girls with a dirty or guilty conscience would feel unhappy, but a
Prefect would accept as part of her duty towards her school."

He sighed and winked at Jeffrey before patting her bottom again.
Belinda looked distraught. "However…." He spoke slowly, a tone of
sadness in his voice. "Although I should be very angry that you
have wasted our time, and I should punish you, if you do not wish
to proceed and be obedient as expected, then… well, then I will
allow you to leave now, and we will say no more about it."  He
coughed and appeared to look sad. "You may put your gymslip back
on and leave. Goodnight Belinda."

He sighed loudly and looked at Jeffrey. "Who was our second
choice for Prefect? Wasn't it young Linda? I'll have a word with
her tomorrow and…."

There was a loud gasp and both men looked on with astonishment as
Belinda removed her knickers with a speed that left them
speechless, her face a picture of anguish and a tear running down
her cheek.

"Oh please Sir! I'm sorry Sir! Please can I still be Prefect?
Please Sir?  I'm sorry!" She placed her thin knickers into
Jeffrey's outstretched hand and wiped her eyes. "I'm so sorry!
I'll do my best Sir. Please let me be a Prefect Sir. Please!!"
She looked desperately at the Headmaster and burst into tears.

The Headmaster pretended not to hear her sobs. “So Jeffrey, if we
talk to Linda tomorrow about becoming the new Prefect, maybe she
can choose her room and get everything organised without wasting
any more time and....”

What happened next was completely unexpected. Belinda, terrified
out of her mind that she would lose such a coveted position to
her friend and rival in the middle school and desperate to
convince the men that she was still the obedient girl they
assumed she was, grabbed the Headmaster's hand and pressed it
hard onto her pussy. “Oh please Sir! Please!! I'm sorry! I'm
really sorry Sir! Please inspect me Sir! I'm sorry! Please let me
be a Prefect! Please!!” Tears ran down her face and she sniffed
loudly, making the men smile.

Tom caught the look in Jeffrey's eye and shook his head, trying
hard not to laugh. He removed his hand from where she had placed
it and took a clean handkerchief from his pocket.
“Come on, let's dry your eyes. Okay Belinda, I may be willing to
give you another chance. Come on now, you can stop crying.” He
shook his head. “I think you need a few minutes to calm down and
regain some composure. Go and stand next to the fireplace and
face the wall please, hands on your head!”  He wiped her face
again. "You stay like that until I say so. Absolutely still!" He
heard Jeffrey cough and grinned. “Oh, but first, just give your
vest to Reverend Bingham.”

Belinda sniffed and quickly pulled her thin white vest off and
meekly handed it to Jeffrey, not yet fully conscious that apart
from her ankle socks, she was now totally naked. She walked to
the right of the fireplace and faced the wall as instructed,
placing her hands on her head, while muttering a silent 'Thank
you' under her breath, her racing heart slowly returning to
normal.

“Hmm, I think we should have this on, don't you think?” Tom leant
over the side of his chair and switched on a small electric
heater. “Be a bit more comfortable. We don't want her to catch
cold.”

Jeffrey saw where Tom's eyes were looking and grinned. Belinda
really had a most beautiful bottom! Not exactly plump, but large
and firm, a perfect half-moon. Naturally, that was one reason why
they'd chosen her.
“I think that this material could maybe be a bit thinner and
stretchier as well” said Jeffrey after examining the soft white
vest in his hands. “Especially at the front, just here.”

Tom chuckled and nodded his agreement. Only the Sixth form girls
were permitted to wear a bra, and then only after convincing the
Matron that one was required. Since Matron, like all the female
teachers, had been selected extremely carefully indeed, she only
ever gave her permission after gaining Tom's approval. Needless
to say, every girl is different and some of the younger girls
were as well developed as those in the Sixth form. Nevertheless,
rules were rules!

Jeffrey continued to examine the vest with great attention. "You
know, I'm sure that the tailor will be able to improve these as
well. Maybe even the same material as their underwear."

Tom looked interested. Anything that kept the running costs down
was always of interest. "Yes, good idea! So Jeffrey, do you need
her vest as well? No problem if you do, I'm sure."

"Oh no, her underwear will be quite sufficient. The tailor has
been providing garments to the school for nearly thirty years. I
trust him implicitly."

"Pleased to hear it." Tom laughed. "What about all the other
changes to the rules? Most of them seem fine to me, even long
overdue."

Reverend Bingham sighed and seemed to be thinking very deeply.
"Yes, they are long overdue. The girls are getting out of hand
and it's about time that we came down hard on them. We owe it to
future generations to ensure that the girls leave here educated,
chaste and pure of mind and spirit!"

Tom couldn't help smiling at this, though Jeffrey had obviously
meant his comment for Belinda's ears. Chaste and pure of mind
were certainly qualities worth pursuing for the girls, at least
officially, but he certainly couldn't use them to describe some
of the teaching staff! He often wondered just how the school
governors would react if they ever learned the truth about how he
and Jeffrey had selected them, and why! No matter. The fact that
most of them preferred to share rooms together in the school had
ever raised any eyebrows. In the case of the two lower paid
cleaning maids of course, it was perfectly normal if not almost
expected that they should share a room. Oh yes. He had everything
under control!

"Well it seems that we're making some progress already." Tom
pointed at the knickers now folded neatly on the small table. "It
really is rather irritating and time consuming when a teacher
cannot administer punishment just because a girl is having her
period. At least with the new design of underwear leaving more of
the buttocks exposed, justice can be seen to have been done.”

Jeffrey nodded, chuckling quietly at Tom's words. The truth was
that most teachers already had their own ways of improvising in
such cases and simply applied their hand, slipper or other
implement to the girls' lower buttocks and thighs. Tom had a
point though, especially if a girl was to be caned.  Jeffrey had
very strong views on this. When he caned a girl, he liked to have
a large 'target area' which meant the gymslip, blouse and vest
pulled as far as possible over her back, ensuring that every
single inch of the girl's buttocks were exposed. This and the
added humiliation of making them wait some time grasping their
ankles, was, in his view, the only way to deal with naughty
schoolgirls.

"I suppose it will also save on the laundry" continued Tom,
turning the electric fire round slightly. "Making the underwear
smaller and thinner should save on time and expense." He
scratched his nose. "Your idea about changing their nightwear
will help as well. You're quite right of course.  The girls
really don't need any underwear for sleeping, especially during
the summer. A nightie is perfectly adequate."

"I think you're forgetting that it was actually Matron's idea"
said Jeffrey, grinning. "Not only is it healthier for the girls,
but it makes it easier for staff on dormitory duty to administer
punishment when necessary.  She also explained that the reduction
in laundry would help free the maids for other tasks. It's a lot
of work, running the school."

"It certainly is." Tom sighed and looked at Belinda's bottom
reflecting the red from the fire's glowing bars. He didn't feel
it appropriate to remind Jeffrey of the other reason why Matron's
idea had been so warmly welcomed.  The school's zero tolerance of
self-abuse would be far easier to enforce! "She's an amazing
woman. She'll be popping in for a chat later tonight. I asked
Elena to come as well to discuss a few things with us."

Jeffrey licked his lips, thankful that Belinda had her back to
him so couldn't see the look in his eyes. Elena had been working
as maid for about two years and, having left school at thirteen,
was still barely seventeen, the only difference between her and
the girls being the simple black and white pinafore that all
maids wore and her slightly plumper build, due to a fondness for
sweet things and lack of vigorous exercise.

He coughed and wiped his brow. "Yes, well, err… that young lady
certainly is a reformed character. She was very lucky indeed to
have found employment here. I do hope she appreciates it."

Tom chuckled. "Oh yes, she definitely appreciates it!" Naturally,
with Belinda present, one had to be discreet. Besides, they had
chatted many times before about Elena's past. "People with
troubled consciences and guilty secrets who are given a safe
place to live and a chance to start again always do!" He
refrained from adding that he made sure that this was a
characteristic shared by all the female staff. "I'm sure that as
usual, Elena will insist on showing you how immensely grateful
she is."
Jeffrey bit his lip trying not to laugh. Thankfully, Tom's
teasing would go right over Belinda's head. He changed the
subject. "By the way, what about that other idea that Matron had?
I didn't think we had problems with pubic lice here."

Tom shook his head. "We don't have any problems. It was more
about pre-empting any potential infestations in the future as
well as a disciplinary measure." He took another sip of whisky.
"As you know, up to now, we've allowed nature to take its course,
the only proviso being that, after reaching puberty, they should
keep their pubic hair trimmed fairly short as a precautionary
measure and for aesthetic reasons. The rule was no more than a
quarter inch in length. Matron made sure that the girls had
access to regularly sterilised scissors and combs in the
bathrooms specifically for this purpose but it's clear that not
every girl is taking the care that she should."

"Hmm, I see." Jeffrey nodded. "The same story. No respect for
rules!"

"Exactly" continued Tom. The final straw was a few days ago when
she did a spot check among the girls in lower sixth and fifth
forms and discovered that fewer than half of them were bothering
to follow her instructions."  He sighed. "You may remember I was
late for the governors meeting that evening. That was because I
had nearly twenty five girls to cane! My right arm was still
aching the next day! Matron offered to help, but she never canes
hard enough in my opinion. Besides, from the look of their
backsides, she'd already been pretty busy with her hairbrush!" He
laughed and nodded at the tall cupboard behind his desk. "I've
just had to order ten new senior and twenty junior canes." He
paused. "Oh and another ten for you. A nice selection of your
favourites."  He saw Jeffrey grin, and continued.    "Half of
these here are worn out! Anyway, last night, Matron checked the
girls in the Upper sixth form and discovered the same problem.
Over half the girls have their names down to see me tomorrow
evening! Then she plans to start with the third and fourth years
in Middle school." He felt the bicep in his right arm and sighed.
"Guess I'm going to be rather busy!"

"Yes, I can imagine." Jeffrey chuckled. The girls in the Upper
sixth had backsides like leather! "So her idea was…?"

"Oh, well, she was in a bit of a state as you can imagine and
asked me what I thought about removing the problem altogether."

"You mean to remove all the pubic lice in the county?" It was
Jeffrey's turn to joke and Tom laughed.

"Not quite. She asked me if it might not be a good idea to simply
forbid pubic hair. Make the rule simple. None of this nonsense
about length and so on. Just remove it. I think it a capital
idea."

Jeffrey nodded, trying not to show his obvious pleasure at the
news. It was no secret between them that he found pubic hair on
girls unsightly. "Oh absolutely! But how will you implement it. I
assume if you're in favour then the rest is a formality but….?"

"Oh I'm sure that if we start when they're young, there'll be no
problem.  Anyway, we have the female teachers' full support.
Matron will distribute razors and the appropriate creams to the
bathrooms and instruct the girls in their use!"

"Hmm, yes. Excellent."  This time, Jeffrey had to work very hard
to stop himself from laughing at the irony of the situation,
particularly with Belinda present. The truth was that as long as
he could remember, every single member of the female staff had
always been obliged to shave their pubic hair, a rule that both
he and Tom had put into place over ten years ago. The fact that
this rule was finally being extended to the pupils themselves,
was in his opinion, many years overdue. He scratched his head and
looked a little perplexed. “But what about the amount of work in
enforcing this rule? Will it not take up rather a lot of time?”

Tom had been expecting this question and shook his head,
laughing. “Oh Jeffrey, if you had been paying attention when we
had that conversation about changes in the rules regarding
discipline last week, you would already know the answer to that.
Especially since it was originally your idea. You see....”

“Oh, of course!” Jeffrey smacked his hand against his head and
laughed.  “Of course I remember! But how was the staff meeting
today? Did they all agree?”

“I assume that's just a joke?” said Tom, laughing. “They were
falling over themselves trying to convince me to go much further.
But for now, at least we've agreed the new rules, starting from
tomorrow, which are more or less what you and I discussed months
ago.” Tom drained his glass and gazed again for a few seconds at
Belinda's bottom. “Firstly, girls punished in class to remove
their underwear completely. Secondly, those reporting to be caned
in the evening to remove both underwear and gymslip.”

“Yes, of course.” Jeffrey nodded enthusiastically. “I noticed
years ago that their underwear around their feet limits the
extent to which they can spread their legs. If the girls could be
punished with their legs spread further apart, then that would
allow the teachers to...er..."

Tom raised his hands and laughed. “A myriad of things. First of
all, it will allow the teaching staff to quickly check that the
girls have shaved their pubic hair and are perfectly smooth.
Secondly, their fingers will, at the same time, be able to check
for any signs of, er... impure thoughts, and thirdly, well, I
can't help thinking that discipline will be much improved if the
girls are obliged to ensure that their vulva is always clearly
visible for inspection during punishment, or indeed, at any time
when requested.”
He thought for a second. "One other reason I didn't mention
before is to do with safety. As you know when caning girls, they
sometimes jump up, start prancing about and forget about their
underwear around their feet. Young Anabelle from the third year
had to go to the Matron a few months ago for a small scrape on
her head that she got from falling against my desk. Silly girl
got her feet tangled in her underwear and tripped over."
"Was she okay?"

"Oh of course. Just a small bruise." He laughed. "She was back in
my office within half an hour. Poor girl thought she'd be let
off." He shook his head disbelievingly. "I ended up giving her
double the number of strokes for being so silly!"

Jeffrey chuckled and then looked thoughtful. "One question
though. With all the girls having to remove and then replace
their underwear and gymslips, it's going to take ages!"

"No, not really." Tom scratched his nose. "Sally Carstairs, the
PE mistress, came up with the solution. As usual, one of the
teachers will check the list and make sure they're all in the
corridor at quarter to seven. They'll be given exactly one minute
to remove their gymslip and underwear and keep them neatly folded
in their hands while they're facing the wall. You know those two
small chairs outside my office door? The first girl places her
garments on one of them and enters. After I've dealt with her,
she gets dressed in the corridor and the next girl does exactly
the same." He shrugged his shoulders. "Sally argued that having
to face the wall like this would have a salutary effect on any
girls passing them in the corridor. She also said that it would
be good for those girls waiting their turn to see the bottoms of
those coming out!"

"Mmm." Jeffrey grinned. "May I make a few suggestions?"

"Of course." Tom nodded. Jeffery always had such good ideas!

"Well, since they're removing their gymslips and underwear, why
not their blouses as well? It could be even faster. With only
their short vests on, you wouldn't have to waste time messing
about if one of them had a blouse that was a bit long."

Tom shook his head in amazement. "Jeffrey, you are a genius!
That's an excellent idea! What was the other suggestion?"

"Hmm, well, I just thought that if they have to line up together,
then why not have them get back in line after you've finished
with them? They would come out of your office, pick up their
garments from the chair and join the end of the queue." He
thought for a second. "Sally Carstairs is quite correct, but
think how much more salutary for passing girls if will be if they
see a row of caned bottoms on display!"

"Incredible!" Tom clapped his hands. "Excellent idea! Thank you
so much Jeffrey!"

“Don't mention it!”  Jeffrey laughed and thought for a second.
“But coming back to one of the reasons for the new rules,
checking that they've shaved their pubic hair, I assume that we
will apply this rule to all the girls.  Not only to teenage girls
who have reached puberty."

“But of course!” Tom suppressed a grin, knowing full well his
friend's fondness for the younger girls. “The young girls in the
Lower school will be subject to exactly the same rules as all the
others! Of course, they won't have started puberty so in theory
one could argue that there's no need to check for pubic hair
until the third and fourth years, but I think that we should
insist on the same rules and procedures being followed."

"Oh definitely!" Jeffrey nodded enthusiastically. He sighed. As a
rule, their conversations were far more graphic and detailed than
this, but with Belinda present, one had to be careful what one
said. Of course, Tom knew full well that he'd been applying this
rule to the preteen girls for ages.  "I have to say though that
most of the girls in the first and second years are such cute,
sweet little things. Great fun to teach and so well behaved!"
Tom grinned. Of course, he knew that the remark had to be taken
in context.  Jeffrey's idea of a well behaved girl was usually
one with her knickers removed and a very red bottom! "Yes, and I
can't thank you enough for all that you're doing for the Lower
school, Jeffrey. It really is so kind of you!  Not just the
lessons, but taking the girls for PE, dormitory duty and so on.
You seem to be doing more and more every year."

"Well I suppose that I can afford to give more of my time these
days."  Jeffrey shook his head slowly. "I'm invited to give the
occasional sermon and have to chair a few meetings, but I'm quite
happy to spend more time at the school. Maybe that was my true
vocation." He clicked his fingers. "Oh, I forgot to ask. How did
the others like our idea about updating the rules on choice of
implements?"

"Oh they were pretty positive on the whole." Tom nodded. "They
agreed with us that the severity of the punishment and therefore
the size and weight of the implement should increase with age,
but still wanted some choice in the type of implement to use." He
laughed. "You know what Liz Teal is like with that hairbrush of
hers! But I did manage to convince Doctor Brown to stop using
that ridiculous ruler of his. I had quite a long conversation
with him over lunch and he understands perfectly. The girls are
clearly taking advantage of him, and I will not tolerate it.
Roderick Brown is a distinguished war hero and I know he's due
for retirement but I will allow him to continue as long as he
wants. From tomorrow, the new implements will be made available
to all staff.” He counted them off on his fingers. “Apart from
the obvious use of the hand, three sizes of Lochghelly tawses
from Scotland, three sizes of regulation black school plimsolls
and a selection of rather nice wooden devices recently imported
from the United States of America, called paddles!”

“Oh, I say, I've heard about those,” said Jeffrey, sitting up. “I
do believe that they are made in a variety of forms, rather like
canes here in England. I'd love to see one!”

Tom laughed. “Well, actually, a large package arrived yesterday
and I asked Liz Teal to sort them out for me. I know she likes
her hairbrush, but she did agree that it made sense to improve
the system. I decided on three general categories: Lower, Middle
and Upper school, but the choice of which to use will be up to
the teacher.”

Jeffrey nodded, hiding his smile. He had no doubt that Liz, like
all the female staff, had been more than willing to act as
subject for Tom to try the new toys!

“So they're already sorted into three groups and we have plenty
to hand around” continued Tom. “But there's still the question of
how to grade them. Liz considered the paddle the most painful,
then the tawse and plimsoll, but I think we should look into this
a bit more deeply.”
Jeffrey chuckled and nodded. “Excellent idea!”

Tom looked at his watch and his jaw dropped open. “I say,
Jeffrey, have you seen what time it is?” He sat up in his chair.
“Belinda, come here please!”

They watched the naked fourteen year old turn and walk to where
she had been standing before. Tom was pleasantly surprised to see
that she kept her hands on her head. Maybe they had chosen well
after all!

“Belinda, you may have been listening to our conversation, and no
doubt there are some parts you understand and some that you do
not.” He paused and stared at her thin wispy strands of pubic
hair. Jeffrey, as usual had been completely right. The girl's
pussy was still as plump and prominent as the little girls in the
Lower school. Remove the annoying hair and she would be perfect!
“After your earlier behaviour, I still haven't decided on who to
choose for Prefect, but since you were our first choice, I am
still willing to give you a chance to prove that you're worthy of
the honour.”

Belinda, her face still slightly red from her tears, swallowed
nervously and sniffed loudly. It was clear she'd been rehearsing
her little speech and spoke slowly and clearly. “Please Sir; I'm
very, very sorry Sir. I promise Sir, that I'll be obedient and do
my best.”

Tom grunted and picked up her vest. “You may put this back on. I
don't want you catching a cold.”

Belinda took her vest and slipped it back on, the kind gesture
not lost on her. Like many teenage girls in the school, she was
more conscious of her small developing breasts than certain other
parts, something that the male teachers found rather amusing.

“So Belinda, may we continue your inspection, or should we ask
Linda to join us. It really is all up to you!”

“No...Please Sir. Please inspect me Sir. Please Sir!” Her voice
had a hint of desperation.

Even Jeffrey was impressed by the fact that she had put her hands
on her head yet again, without being reminded. “Belinda” he said
quietly and kindly. “If you wish the role of Prefect, may I
suggest that you stand with your feet twice as far apart and
present yourself appropriately, ready for your Headmaster to
inspect?”

Tom laughed silently to himself as Belinda did as suggested. Good
old Jeffrey! He couldn't imagine running the school without his
oldest and most trustworthy friend at his side. He remembered a
few weeks ago walking past Jeffrey's cottage, just when it was
getting dark and peeping through the large study window where he
knew Jeffrey often brought girls back for extra study tutorials
and homework.  The sight of five very pretty and completely naked
ten year old girls standing in line, hands on head, feet far
apart while Jeffrey inspected their small but plump pussies had
been a most beautiful sight. The fact that every girl's bottom
sported three red lines and Jeffrey's thin cane on the sofa next
to him, was the only hint of what had clearly transpired maybe a
few minutes before. It had been a year before that Jeffrey had
confessed, and boasted, albeit after a few generous measures of
malt whisky, that he only needed to see their bottom and pussy to
identify any girl in the Lower school! Something that Tom could
not possibly argue with, seeing that he was able to do much the
same with the girls from the Middle and Upper school!

Tom ran his fingers gently over her vulva and brushed the thin
light wisps of pubic hair with the back of his hand. “If you
heard our conversation just now, Belinda, you may or may not be
aware that for health reasons, the school rules have changed and
this hair will have to go. I will ask Matron to talk to you
tomorrow and show you how to remove it. As a Prefect, it's only
fitting that you start obeying the new rules immediately and set
an example to the others.”

Belinda looked down at his hand stroking the thin hairs as if
seeing them for the first time. “Yes Sir” she said after a few
seconds. “Please Sir, I don't have a lot of hair though, do I,
Sir?”

Tom laughed. “Actually, Belinda, you don't, especially if I
compare you to some girls in the sixth form. But it's vitally
important to prevent the spread of certain diseases, and that's
why we took the decision to remove the problem completely, rather
than just wasting time fussing over the length." He paused. "You
are aware of the rules about the length, I assume?"

Belinda swallowed and nodded. One of the Headmaster's fingers was
resting ever so lightly right in the middle of her part and it
felt so...…  She swallowed again. "Yes Sir. Matron reminded us
last term Sir. Quarter of an inch, Sir."

"Hmm, yes." Tom pursed his lips. "Tell me, Belinda, do you think
that this hair conforms to the rules?"

She suddenly felt cold. The rule had been explained to her a long
time ago and, like most of the girls, she had immediately
forgotten. In any case, her own pubic hair was so fine that the
length was barely noticeable. "I…I think so Sir. I mean…it's not
'very' long is it, Sir?"

Tom nodded at Jeffrey. "Hand me the ruler please, would you?"
Jeffrey passed it over and Tom quickly measured a few strands of
the girl's hair.  He couldn't help feeling a little sorry for
her, but after all, rules were rules! He shook his head.
"At least twice as long as it should be" he said after a few
seconds. "At least!" He felt her whole body tense. "Anyway, we
don't have time to go into this now". He put the ruler on the
table and smiled reassuringly.  "I'm sure that you didn't
realise, and besides, it's really Matron who deals with these
sorts of things. Let's leave it for now, shall we?"

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." Belinda sighed with relief and allowed
herself to relax.

Jeffrey put his hand to his mouth to hide his grin. He knew Tom
so well.  He may be 'leaving it for now' but one thing was
certain; it definitely wouldn't be left for long! If Tom was
dealing with the Upper Sixth girls tomorrow evening, a Friday, he
probably wouldn't get round to the third and fourth year girls
till Monday or Tuesday, depending on how many of them had
disregarded the rules. Since very few of the third year girls
were likely to possess much in the way of pubic hair anyway, it
would most likely be Monday.

He looked at the cupboard behind the desk. He knew that for the
fourth year girls, Tom generally used one of the stiffer junior
canes. But with Belinda being a Prefect…, Tom was a stickler for
tradition and would most likely choose one of the nasty senior
canes he reserved for Prefects in the Sixth form. He sighed with
pleasure. Tom always liked having him visit during the daily
seven o'clock punishment sessions, but with his responsibilities
in the Lower school, such visits were rather infrequent. But in
this case, he would make a special effort to be present when Tom
dealt with Belinda. He chuckled. Not only because of Belinda. He
wanted to be sure that Tom remembered about the new rules!

On Monday, the new canes ordered by Tom would arrive in the
morning. He was intrigued at how she would cope with the intense
and overwhelming agony of being punished with a brand new senior
cane. Her reaction would be interesting to say the least. He
wondered how many strokes Tom would give her. Not more than six,
surely? Maybe only three, given her age. Then again, that could
also depend on how well she took the caning.
Tom, like himself, had very strict rules about how a girl behaved
during punishment. First time with a senior cane or not, he was
sure that Tom would not tolerate excessive wriggling or silly
hysterical cries for leniency, something he was pretty sure would
happen, as it usually did. He'd seen it so many times! Girls used
to the whippier junior canes were so unprepared for the
unbearable searing agony that a good senior cane could produce.

Then of course there was the position they had to adopt. Straight
forward bending over and touching toes was fine for younger
girls. The suppler junior canes did sting terribly, but were
rarely capable of causing any serious injury, even where the skin
was stretched tight, as was the case with some of the skinnier
girls.
With the senior canes however, a little more care had to be taken
in order to avoid accidentally splitting the skin, something that
thanks to Tom  always erring on the side of caution, had never
happened. The girl was ordered to bend and either rest her elbows
on her knees, grip her legs somewhere or adopt a position of her
choice, the only proviso being that her back was more or less
horizontal, the skin not overly stretched across the buttocks and
thus able to absorb the greater impact of the cane. For added
safety, the girl would then have a short inspection of her
buttocks to ensure there were no obvious reasons for not
proceeding. Naturally, with the new rules, she'd have to keep her
feet much farther apart and the inspection would also now include
her pussy and a quick check for pubic hair!

Tom would probably aim the first stroke right across the centre,
regarded as the most resistant part of the buttocks. A loud gasp
from the girl, a few seconds for the pain to register, bursting
into tears and gritting her teeth as she fought to come to terms
with the intense burning, bottom twitching as it prepared for the
second stroke. Tom almost always followed the same pattern. The
first stroke was meant as an 'aperitif', merely a taster of what
lay in store. He'd aim the second stroke just where the lower
buttocks ended, and the thighs began, a considerably more
sensitive area! This was the moment Jeffery loved. It was very
rare indeed for a girl new to the senior cane, to hold her
position. The most common reaction was a leap in the air, a loud
scream and impromptu war dance, the girl's hands clasped to her
bottom as if attempting to tear away the pain, loud sobs
accompanied by promises to behave in future and panic-stricken
pleas to be let off the rest of the punishment.
Then the quiet but very official explanation from Tom that such
an act was unthinkable, and could she kindly resume her previous
position. She'd be reminded that for each time he had to request
this, an extra stroke would be added. Most of the time, the girl
obeyed and in the course of the next few minutes had her pain
threshold levels tested beyond belief. It was only in very rare
cases that the punishment had to be delayed until a teacher was
present to assist. In such cases, the new pain thresholds were
established very quickly indeed, since the miscreant almost
invariably received double the dose!

Seeing the time, and profiting from Belinda's mistaken belief
that the matter had ended there, Tom quietly ordered the girl to
open her legs a little wider. His finger moved very gently up and
down on her pussy. To Belinda's intense embarrassment, he very
slowly parted her pussy lips.

“You keep yourself clean and dry here I assume, Belinda?”

“I...oh yes Sir!”   “Good. You never touch it, apart from when
using the shower or toilet?”

“Oh no Sir!”

“Good girl.” Tom grinned. The standard answer. To have answered
any other way would have meant a most severe punishment! He
explored a little deeper, then nodded. “Okay Belinda, now your
bottom. Just turn around and bend over if you'd be so kind.”

Jeffrey couldn't help grinning. His friend's examination of the
girl's pussy had been a very tiny fraction of the time that he
himself generally required when performing similar inspections in
the Lower school.
The Headmaster's polite tone and her fear that she may still be
on trial had the desired effect and he was soon presented with
Belinda's large bottom in all its glory, while the girl in
question gripped her ankles tightly, hoping that she was doing it
just like the Sixth form prefects.

Having seen enough girls' bottoms to last a very long lifetime,
Tom merely parted her buttocks and examined her small puckered
anus. It was completely spotless. Nevertheless the exciting aroma
of a sweaty girl's bottom he knew so well reached his nostrils
“You obviously know how to use the bidet” he said after a few
seconds. “Excellent!”

Jeffery looked on, nodding his agreement. When they'd received
the generous bequest for the school over ten years ago, many had
thought Tom mad for choosing to include French bidets in the new
bathrooms. Such contraptions were ridiculed in England. Yet they
were so perfect for personal hygiene.  Of course, the Matron had
taken to them like a duck to water and regular inspections soon
convinced the girls that a short time spent washing their private
parts was far preferable to a meeting with her very large
hairbrush, or even worse, a visit to the Headmaster!

Yet, although he wouldn't like to criticise his very dear friend,
Jeffery had never understood why Tom only checked the outside of
the anus and much preferred his own methods for these intimate
inspections. Not that many of the small ten and eleven year old
girls in the Lower school would have agreed with him!

“Very well, Belinda. I am satisfied that you possess the
qualities to become our Prefect for the Middle school. You may
stand up.”

Belinda's head was back in the clouds and, despite the fact that
she was still naked from the waist down, could not stop herself
from smiling, her eyes sparkling.

Tom, realising the time, coughed and smiled at the happy girl.
“Well, Belinda, I think that tomorrow, I will announce your
promotion to Prefect for the Middle school. Before bidding you
goodnight however, I have one last service to request.

Belinda, her head still with the stars, wasted no time. “Yes
Sir?”

“Would you be so kind as to bring that rather large box over
here?” He pointed to a packing case that was residing next to the
cupboard that housed his extensive collection of canes.

Both men watched with some satisfaction as she dragged the heavy
box over to the fireplace, her buttocks in the air and her thigh
muscles rippling.

“Oh, good girl! That looks so heavy!” said Tom, effusive with
praise.

He pointed to the box and winked at Jeffrey. “Well, Belinda, this
box contains some of the implements we had delivered recently” he
explained.   Your teachers will be introducing you to them very
soon.” He sighed and took a large bundle out of the box. “But
this is rather different. I have a very important favour to ask
of you, Belinda.”

“Yes Sir?” Now more conscious of her new status, Belinda made
sure to stand with her legs well apart, as the Reverend Bingham
had suggested. No way was she going to risk losing her recently
acquired status.   Jeffery's eyes narrowed. Tom was sometimes
slow to spot such signs, but he was sure that there was a
distinct film of moisture between the girl's pussy lips. Then
again...  Jeffrey sighed. Things were so much simpler in the
Lower school!

Tom sat back in the armchair and sighed. “You are slightly too
young to remember the war, Beverley, but in 1939, one of my
university lecturers, and a very brave man, was too old to go in
the army so volunteered to work for the Bomb Disposal squad. He
was, and is, a brilliant physicist and mathematician.” Tom wiped
his eyes.

“I have never admired a man more. He saved hundreds of lives.
But, one day, something terrible happened. He was trying to
defuse a bomb that had fallen next to a school in London. He
managed to defuse it but the detonator – a small explosive inside
– went off! He had pieces of metal all over his arm, all over his
shoulder, and he thought he would die from the pain!”

He stopped for a second. Belinda was listening to every word.

“He lived to tell the tale, but his arm was never the same? After
the war, he left the university to become a teacher, but the
shrapnel in his arm was terribly painful.  These days, the
children make fun of him but he doesn't have the strength to
punish them as they deserve.” He paused. “I'm sure, Belinda, as a
Prefect, you would like to assist this brave gentleman, and help
him to give those children the punishment they deserve.”

He raised his eyebrows and Belinda nodded enthusiastically, eager
to act the Prefect. “How horrid Sir! They deserve to be punished!
Very hard Sir!  On their bare bottoms Sir!”

“Hmm, yes. I'm glad you agree.” Tom opened the large bag and
pulled out three heavy wooden objects that seemed to resemble
large soup ladles.

“In addition to all the other things we ordered, I had these
specially made in the state of Missouri, in the United States of
America.” He held them up for Jeffery to see.

“These are called paddles, which are a bit like hairbrushes...
but without the brushes”. He chuckled and showed them to Belinda.
“I had them made specifically so that they can be used with very
little effort.”

He held one in his right hand and swung it through the air. “The
handles are quite long and they're very heavy but balanced so
that they're easy to use. The ends are beautiful.”  He stroked
the wide varnished flat end.  “They all vary in their weight and
finish and I have no idea which is the most effective.”

He looked at Belinda and sighed deeply. This of course, is not a
punishment, Belinda, but I would value your assistance in helping
me determine which of these paddles is the most effective at
making a naughty girl's bottom very sore.” He held up his hand
and laughed. “Of course, I will only tap your bottom very
lightly. You can then tell me which one you think I should give
this kind old gentleman. So?”

Of course, there was no doubt as to the outcome. Belinda wasn't
very bright, but even she saw that there was no possible way that
she could refuse. “Yes Sir. Of course Sir!”

“Oh, I am so pleased with you.” Tom winked at Jeffery. They had
discussed this at great length. It was early days yet, but in the
next few months, Belinda would find her duties as a prefect
involving a great deal of similar tests. With the price of
traditional school canes going up, Tom had finally found a
cheaper source, but the lack of dependable quality control meant
that he needed a reliable method of sorting them. The school
prefects would be kept very busy!

“So what I suggest is that I try them in pairs, the first
followed by the second, and you tell me which is the more
painful. Does that sound okay to you?”

Belinda nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yes Sir!”

“Okay then. We can start.”

There was silence for a few seconds. Tom looked at Jeffrey and
saw him roll his eyes.

“Okay Belinda.” Tom tried not to laugh. “You're a lovely girl and
you have a pretty face, but right now all I want to see is your
bottom.” He held up one of the paddles. “Can we start?”

The penny dropped. “Sorry Sir.” Belinda turned and bent over,
hands on her knees.

Tom sighed. “Belinda, when a teacher tells you to bend over, what
is the correct procedure?”

To his great relief, she grasped her ankles and thrust her
buttocks up as far as she could. “Sorry Sir.”

“Good girl. Now then, I want to do a proper scientific test of
these paddles. All you have to say is which one seems more
painful. Now, we'll start!”

He heard a cough and saw Jeffery grinning at him. “New rules?”
Tom laughed. “Sorry Jeffery, I'd completely forgotten.” He tapped
Belinda's bottom with the paddle. “Legs further apart please,
Belinda. The Reverend Bingham is quite right. Let's see your
little vulva at all times, please.   Only dirty little girls with
guilty secrets keep it hidden!”

Belinda opened her legs wider, realising that it was just how she
teased Old Browny when he spanked her with his stupid ruler.

Tom slapped one of the paddles lightly down on her left buttock,
followed quickly by the other one on the right. “Well?”

“Sir?”

“Which one hurt more?”

Belinda lifted her head and looked round. “Not sure Sir.”

Tom wiped his brow, and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to
forget everything and just fetch a cane from the cupboard.
“Okay Belinda. From now on, you keep your head down. All I'm
interested in is your bottom. After the two slaps, you say just
'First' or 'Second' depending which stings the most. I don't want
to have to tell you again!  Now then...”

Two slaps followed in quick succession, much harder than before.

“Owww...First Sir.”

Tom aimed the paddles lower down.

“Oooooh!  Second, Sir!”

He looked at Jeffery who was busy keeping note. More slaps
followed, slowly increasing in strength.

“Owww! Second Sir.”

“Ouch! Oh, first Sir.”

“Agghhh! Oh Sir...second Sir!”

“Owww...oooh Sir. Second Sir!”

Tom grinned and looked at Jeffery, lifting one of the paddles for
him to see and nodding. It had soon become clear that this one
was far superior to the others. Its large flat round head was
very heavy, perfectly smooth and had three holes drilled through
it, which Tom assumed were to lower air resistance. The handle
was longer than the others and balanced in such a way that it
felt quite light in the hand but was clearly capable of imparting
a very nasty sting with almost no effort.

Tom looked down at Belinda's bottom, now far redder than before,
and winked at Jeffery who grinned and pulled his armchair a bit
closer.   He continued testing the paddles.

“Owwww! First Sir.”

“Oooohhhh! First again Sir. Please Sir, I...”

Owwwww! Second Sir!”

There was a pause. Belinda clenched her buttocks, then gasped as
something stroked her thigh. It moved higher and between her
legs, then...

“Oooohhhh! First again Sir. Please Sir, I...Sir…?”

Tom tapped her bottom gently. "Reverend Bingham will continue
inspecting you while we test the paddles. I see no reason why
not. Please concentrate, Belinda!"

"Yes Sir. I... Owww! First Sir."

Something stroked her pussy and she gasped as a familiar tingling
started.

"Ouch! Second Sir."

Jeffrey grinned and gently ran his long bony finger between her
pussy lips.   He felt the girl flinch and then relax.

"Oww. First Sir."

The slaps were lighter than before. Having already found the
paddle he was looking for, Tom could afford to be magnanimous and
saw no reason to give the exercise a punitive nature. The slaps
now were just hard enough to keep her attention and give her
buttocks a healthy rosy glow and warmth that he knew she would
find quite enjoyable a bit later when lying in bed.

"Oooh! Second Sir."

Belinda's young brain struggled to make sense of the strange
mixture of feelings it was experiencing. The sting of the paddle
was competing for her attention with the far more interesting
tingling sensations from between her legs. Not that the sting of
the paddle had ever been really painful.  After three and a half
years at the school, Belinda had, like all the girls, become so
accustomed to frequent corporal punishment that she took it in
her stride.

Apart from the occasional seven o'clock visit to the Headmaster,
it was generally forgotten about almost immediately afterwards,
and was so much a part of everyday life that it was rare indeed,
when in the communal shower or when changing clothes, to find
more than a handful of girls whose bottoms did not bear red marks
or the painful looking weal’s of a recent caning.    Regular
corporal punishment was considered the norm, to the extent that
Matron and most teachers regarded any girl without a red bottom
as quite suspicious and worthy of closer monitoring. A girl who
had not recently been punished was surely hiding her crimes very
well and would be closely watched. As far as the staff were
concerned, going more than a few days without being spanked,
slippered or caned, was considered most unhealthy for the girls'
upbringing and development, and it was an unwritten rule that if
a girl had not been punished recently, then they would simply
improvise. If this meant including other girls in the class, it
was deemed an insignificant detail.

A quite word in the staff common room and the girls would find
their next class tests mysteriously harder than expected, or the
pass mark inexplicably increased.  A certain tolerance of
lateness to the showers or dormitory would suddenly disappear.
Spot checks on underwear and hygiene would increase. The choices
were endless.

As Jeffrey continued to gently tease Belinda between her soft
pussy lips, he couldn't help smiling at just how much easier the
new rules would make it to find reasons for punishing certain
deserving young girls. The obligatory checks for pubic hair and
inspection of the girl's vulva would, in theory, require only a
few seconds, but of course, a teacher could naturally take as
much time as he or she felt appropriate. He chuckled quietly.
There were certainly going to be a lot of very wet pussies
around, followed by an equal number of very nice bottoms to be
caned!

"Owww! First Sir."

"Hmm, I think we're nearly finished" said Tom, seeing the time.

"Just a few more."

"Yes Sir. Owww! First again Sir."

Jeffery sighed. He'd forgotten the time! Time to just check one
little thing and… He slid his finger a fraction further and
smiled. Oh yes there it was!

Belinda felt the tingling suddenly increase dramatically.

"Oooo Sir! I….. Owwwww!! Second Sir!"

Jeffery chuckled and quickly removed his finger. The girl had
been so close to what would probably have been her very first
orgasm. But best save that for another time, if in fact there
would be another time. He'd see. He rather enjoyed teasing the
girls and only very occasionally did he allow one to experience
an orgasm. When he did, it was only in very specific
circumstances that appealed to his rather bizarre sense of
humour. After all, one had to have a hobby!
Tom put down the warm paddles and clapped his hands. "Excellent
Belinda!  You've helped me so much and I'm very much indebted to
you. Now then, I think you should get your things back on. You
need your beauty sleep!"

They watched the confused girl pull her knickers on, then her
blouse and gymslip, and finally her smart shoes. She had no idea
what had just happened but the tingling was still there and she
wished it could get stronger again.

“Well, Belinda, how does it feel to be a Prefect?”

“Oh...er... very nice Sir. Thank you Sir.” Belinda had the
impression that the front of her knickers was a bit damp. Why on
earth should they be wet?

“So, Belinda, I'd like to thank you once again, and...”  Tom
picked up the paddle he'd chosen. “Would you be kind enough to
give that to my very good friend tomorrow?”

Belinda took the paddle and held it gingerly in her small hands.
“But Sir, how I can give it to him, Sir? I don't know him, Sir.”

Tom laughed. “You have Mathematics tomorrow morning with Doctor
Brown, don't you?”

Doctor Brown? Old Browny? “Er... yes Sir.”

“Doctor Roderick Brown is the gentleman I was talking about. You
will give him this and tell him 'Compliments from the Headmaster,
and to please make up for lost time.' Will you remember that,
Belinda?”

“Oh... I..., yes Sir.”   “Good girl. Oh, could you give him this
letter as well?" He pressed a small sealed envelope into the
tired girl's hand. "I've asked him to give me a list of the four
naughtiest girls in your class he's had to deal with this year. I
will then deal with them myself." He smiled. "As a Prefect, I'm
sure that you'll be happy to see justice done, yes?"
“Yes Sir.”  It was late. Belinda's young brain could only cope
with so much at once, and she was already confused.

“Thank you very much, Belinda.”  He walked to the door and held
it open, normally unheard of for a pupil, but a Prefect was not a
normal pupil.  “Goodnight, and sweet dreams.”

Tom sat down, groaned and wiped his brow. After a while he looked
at Jeffrey and laughed. “Well?”

Jeffrey laughed. “She has an amazingly large clitoris for her
age, and extremely responsive!”

The room resounded with laughter. Tom held his sides and tried to
stop giggling. “Jeffrey, one day you will kill me!” He gazed with
affection at his friend. Jeffrey knew more about the female
genitalia than the average gynaecologist, of that he was sure!
“You know, old chap, I'm sure that if I named one girl in the
Lower school right now, you would be able to describe their
bottom, pussy and clitoris really accurately!”

Jeffrey laughed. Actually, Tom was completely correct! He closed
his eyes.  “What about Belinda though?”

“Yes I could see how she reacted. She was really quite wet,
wasn't she?”  He thought about what he'd just said. Normally, a
girl exhibiting such a lack of chastity and self-control would
have faced severe punishment.

“Hmm” Jeffery nodded. “I hope she won't be tempted to abuse
herself when she reaches her dormitory.”

Tom snorted. “No chance! Sally Carstairs is on fourth year
dormitory duty tonight. You know what she's like!”

Jeffrey laughed. “That's okay then. Crikey, poor old Belinda! I'm
sure that she'll have the sense to go and wash and dry herself
before she gets there!"

Tom looked at him, a thin smile on his face. "Hmm, I don't think
so actually." He saw Jeffrey's puzzled look and chuckled. "I had
a word with Sally a few hours ago. She's incredibly well
organised and she's already got the new night attire ready for
the girls."

"Sorry? Organised?" Jeffrey raised his hand. "I thought it was
just a simple matter of not wearing underwear in bed?" "Not
quite. She said it would be better for the nighties to be a few
inches shorter, and had them altered. Apparently it would make it
much easier to keep an eye on the girls. You know how she likes
to have spot checks during the night!"

"Oh I see." Jeffrey laughed. Sally was well known for her
impromptu inspections in the dormitory, small torch in hand,
checking that each girl had their hands outside the sheets and
sometimes looking under the sheets as well. "Well, she's right
about the new nighties. It will certainly make it easier for her
to check every girl without waking them. Sally seems to have a
sixth sense about these things. She told me once that she can
tell if a girl is having an 'impure thought' just by the look on
her face!"

"I can believe it" said Tom, nodding. "Anyway, Sally will be
waiting for Belinda, so she can take her to the bathroom and give
her the new nightie, before going to the dormitory."

Jeffrey whistled softly. Both of them had seen how Belinda had
left the office. "It will probably take Sally less than a second
to spot the state Belinda's in! By the time she gets to the
bathroom, the front of her knickers will be soaked!"

"Oh of course. Sally is remarkably efficient and doesn't miss a
thing."

Jeffrey closed his eyes for a second. As a rule, even the hint of
moisture on a girl's vulva was enough to get her into trouble.
How he'd love to be a fly on the wall right now! "I wonder how
Sally will deal with her. Too late to punish her tonight I
suppose."

"Of course." Tom shrugged. "No doubt she'll just make her shower
and send her straight to bed. Besides, I'm sure Sally will be in
a hurry to get back to Liz Teal in the dorm guest room."

Jeffrey laughed. Every dormitory had a door leading to a small
but comfortable bedroom, available for use by whoever was on
duty. "Oh yes, Miss Teal the English teacher! They can't bear to
be apart even for one night, can they! "

He saw Tom chuckling and shook his head in wonder at the irony of
it all.  The thought of Sally and Liz Teal at it like rabbits
half the night, yet ready to punish their young charges for the
merest hint of a dirty thought never failed to amuse him. Of
course, the rest of the female staff and half the male staff were
exactly the same.   "You do realise, don't you Tom, that whether
or not Sally punishes her, she'll still be obliged to put her on
the list? The school rules about female chastity are quite clear
about that!"

Tom nodded. The famous 'List' on the large noticeboard just
outside the schools main hall. A list bearing the names of all
the girls destined for a meeting with the Headmaster, updated
every morning. Something that was nervously scanned once,
sometimes twice a day by the girls, often not having even been
told they were on it. Due to the list often becoming quite long,
the girls never knew for sure if they would be dealt with that
evening or the next, this information only being imparted to them
after leaving the dining hall at six o'clock. A girl who found
her name on the list twice, something that happened quite often,
would spend most of the day worrying if she would receive both
punishments consecutively or have one deferred to another day, no
trifling matter if the girl in question was due for the senior
cane! Unfortunately for such girls, this preoccupation with their
forthcoming punishment and the inattentiveness it produced in
class often resulted in them entering the Headmaster's study with
a bottom already red from a few slipperings. Not that it would
lessen the severity of their caning one iota. Quite the opposite!

Next to the name would be a short description of their crime,
often very euphemistic, and a few letters and numbers that meant
nothing to the girls but served to provide additional information
to the teachers. No doubt, Belinda's name would be followed by
'L. Chast', meaning lack of chastity, and 'VW', followed by a
number from one to ten, indicating the level of wetness that the
teacher judged appropriate. If the teacher suspected that the
wetness was caused by the girl touching herself rather than just
impure thoughts, the letters 'SA' would be added for self-abuse.
 Very rarely, due to it being harder to prove, a name would
appear with 'M' beside it, usually one of the sixth form girls.
The punishment for actually being discovered masturbating was
well known by the older girls; twelve with the senior cane in
front of the whole school, a ceremonial affair where the
miscreant had the additional indignity of having to remain
totally naked on the stage while the Headmaster addressed the
pupils, until taking her place over the vaulting horse brought
specially from the gymnasium for the occasion, a few teachers on
hand to assist if necessary.  The caning itself was long and
drawn-out with the girl often having to wait up to a full minute
between each stroke. The deterrent effect was such that it was
rare indeed to find it occurring more than once every six months.
 For most girls, it simply wasn't worth the risk!

Jeffery nodded. “But don't forget, I think you're meant to be
dealing with the third and fourth years on Monday.” I assume that
Belinda will be included?"

"But of course." Tom grinned. "I do hope you can make it."

"Hmm, wouldn't miss it for the world!" Jeffrey sighed, picturing
the image of maybe up to twenty thirteen and fourteen year old
girls, exhibiting their freshly shaved smooth pussies while
presenting their bottoms for punishment. He shook his head. "You
know, I just realised. Belinda has just been made a Prefect.”

Tom grunted. “Yes.”

“Okay. She'll be on the list for Monday?”

“Of course!”

“But from what I gathered, Roderick Brown will probably include
her in his list as well?”

“I very much hope so. In fact, I'm certain.”

Jeffrey was starting to understand and his smile widened. “Then
Miss Carstairs will....”

“Absolutely!” Tom said, starting to laugh.

Jeffrey bit his lip, but after seeing Tom's face, began to laugh
too. “So, if I understand you, young Belinda will soon see her
name written three times on the list, and, at the same time,
she's a Prefect!”

The room resonated with laughter.

Jeffery wiped his eyes. “I'd love to see the expression on her
face when she sees the list! But, to be honest Tom, how many
strokes of the senior cane do you think she'll be able to take?”

“Hmm,” Tom scratched his chin. “I guess we'll have to wait and
see.” He laughed again. But, far more than she thinks!”

Jeffrey shook his head, tears of laughter appearing at his eyes.
Of course, he understood Tom's reasoning. Always had. The school
was doing well and many girls from the Sixth form ended up at
Oxford, Jeffery and Tom's old university, or Cambridge, which
recently seemed to be doing rather well in the boat races. But
their plans to increase the size of the school meant that the
Lower, Middle and Upper school would have to grow at least ten
percent, if not twenty! The old traditions of selecting prefects
only from the sixth form had to change.
For nearly twenty years, they had run the school with iron
discipline and this now had to be reinforced and consolidated to
prepare for the future.  The best way to do this was by selecting
girls that would assist them in maintaining that discipline.

Of course, there were the perks. Jeffery was quite aware, as was
Tom, that many of the things that went on behind closed doors
would possibly raise a few eyebrows, but not as many as one might
think. They were not fools, and despite their various little
'hobbies' in which they engaged, they were always most careful to
abide by some unbreakable rules. As Tom had said many years ago
after becoming Headmaster, “Stick to finger and tongue and you
won't get hung. If they see your dick, you must be thick!” After
many whiskies one cold winter night, he had admitted that the
advice had been given to him by the previous Headmaster, shortly
after getting rather drunk at his retirement party.

Jeffrey had always kept most carefully to this rule, though he
had for many years exploited one loophole in it. The girls in the
Lower school had such soft lips and hot little mouths, and in the
dark, well, what could they see?

This point had been reinforced five years ago in 1954, when an
ex-pupil, a haughty and out-spoken Daphne Butteridge, after
completing a law degree at Oxford, had accused Tom and other
teachers of sexual abuse while a student at their school.

Throughout the case, Tom had remained completely unperturbed and
had simply enlisted the help of an old friend and lawyer in
London.
Jeffery had attended the hearings in order to lend support, but
had quickly realised that his help was not required.

Jeffrey had not stopped grinning from the very start. Miss
Butteridge had spent a long time talking about how she had
suffered while a young girl at the school.

Tom's lawyer had been incredible! The accusations of sadistic
corporal punishment were swept aside as, after confirming that
Miss Butteridge did not in fact possess any permanent scars, he
enquired about the school's exam results, which were far above
average, and how she herself had managed to be accepted at Oxford
University. To the Judge and the Jury, barely recovering from the
war and having themselves gone to schools where the cane or strap
was employed every day, she was soon subject to laughter and
looks of scorn from the public gallery.

Her stories of overly intimate and embarrassing inspections were
ridiculed when the lawyer simply enquired about her age at the
time, the expectations of parents about their daughters'
chastity, the in-loci parentis right of the school and the
general concern of the public about lack of morals, something
that, given the worries about prostitution in London at the time,
hit a nerve.   Having decided to also cross-examine the Matron,
the council for the prosecution had immediately regretted their
decision. The daughter of an army captain who had lost his life
defending a hospital in Belgium during the First World War, she
had immediately volunteered as a young nurse. Her description of
what she had witnessed had the jury in tears, the climax being
her work in a small town, rescuing girls as young as twelve from
prostitution and nursing them as they suffered in agony with
diseases contracted from sexual contact with soldiers. At this
point two of the ladies on the jury had fainted and the court had
had to be adjourned for an hour!
The accusations of sexual abuse were far more serious, but it
soon became apparent, under close cross-examining by Tom's
lawyer, that Miss Butteridge was unable to remember a single
incident of actual sexual penetration or indeed, during her seven
years at the school, could not really remember seeing a man's
sexual organ. She had entered the school a virgin and during
those seven years, had remained a virgin.

The summing up had been a masterpiece and most spectators must
have wondered who was really on trial. Sympathising with the very
real anger of the jury at having their precious time wasted, the
Judge had, on the expected and unanimous verdict of not-guilty,
made a number of very scathing statements, which had the
unsurprising consequence of the young lady being immediately
arrested and charged with wasting police time.

The crowning moment for Jeffrey had been her fast trial and
sentence of two months in a Women's prison, where the judge had
hoped, in his summing up, that they would still be using the
birch for those girls who deserved it.
Jeffery had never forgotten the irony of the fact that if the
Judge had asked for advice, Tom would have recommended to aim the
birch very low down for maximum effect. Both of them remembered
that from the age of ten, Daphne Butteridge had always had a most
sensitive pussy!

Tom looked at his watch. “Nearly ten o'clock. Matron and Elena
should be here in a few minutes.” He looked at Jeffrey who seemed
to be thinking hard. “Anything the matter?”

Silence for a second. Jeffrey scratched his head. “I say, Tom.
How many of the fifth and sixth form did you say you have to
punish?”

“I can't remember the exact number, but well over half of them.
Why?”

Jeffrey thought for a second. “Probably over half the fourth year
as well?”

“Oh yes, most likely. Matron will have the list tomorrow
evening.” He looked puzzled. “What are you getting at?”

“The school rules, Tom! The school rules! I remember the exact
part!”  Jeffrey looked at him triumphantly and started reciting
by heart. “Where more than half the girls in their year class
have broken the rules, they insult the good name of the school
and are judged as bringing the school into disrepute, and in
consequence, the entire school will be punished as a warning to
others!”

Tom stared at him, shaking his head. “Good grief, Jeffery, I'd
completely forgotten about that rule! When was the last time we
used it?”

“Oh crikey, years ago. The third or fourth year I can't remember
which as they all disgraced themselves on an outing to the lake.
They were told not to play too close to a hotel, then started
throwing stones over the wall.  They all got excited and a stone
hit someone and...”

“Oh yes, I remember!”  Tom raised his hands. “Their teachers
brought them back and were absolutely furious. Gosh, what a week
that was! I remember announcing it to the whole school at a
special Saturday assembly we called.   Every single girl to
receive three strokes. Didn't we spread it out over six days? I
seem to remember that...”

“Yes, we organised it in the hall. Every morning at nine o'clock.
As I remember, we did the Upper sixth one day, then the lower
Sixth the next, Fifth year, Fourth year, Third year, then the
Lower school girls all together on the last day.

Tom nodded. "What a week that was!" He looked rather worried.
"But Jeffrey, in this case, the rules have been broken not just
by one year, but four!  The Upper and Lower Sixth, the Fifth year
and the Fourth. I think we can forget about the Third. That mean,
in theory, four school punishments! "

Jeffrey shrugged. "Better start ordering some more canes then!"
He laughed and put down his empty glass.

"Hmm, we'll have to think about the logistics of this." Tom
sighed. On the one hand, he considered it rather excessive as
well as a lot of work, yet, he was a stickler for rules and
traditions. "I suppose that if we organised it like last time,
but over four weeks, it may not be too difficult."

"I do have one suggestion though." Jeffery looked at him
seriously. "I think we should change the order in which the girls
are dealt with. If you remember, we started with the Upper Sixth
and ended with the Lower school, five days later."

Tom nodded. "So what's wrong with that?"

"Well, I think it was a bit unfair to the younger girls. Seeing
those Upper Sixth girls on the stage getting three with the
senior cane and knowing that they'd be getting the same! Yes, I
know that you used a junior cane for the little ones, but they
were absolutely terrified!"

Tom sighed. "Hmm, you have a point."

"Yes, and do you remember when it was their turn?" Jeffrey
continued. "One of the girls in the First year wet herself on the
stage. You were so angry that you gave her another three strokes,
which then scared the others so much that half of them started
wetting themselves as well!"

"Okay, you're right." Tom laughed. "I did over-react a bit, but I
was so tired that morning. I suppose I shouldn't have given her
those extra three.  At least none of the others got them. We'll
start with the Lower school and you can make it clear to them
that it will be a normal junior cane. Oh, and make sure they go
to the lavatory before!"

Jeffrey laughed. He didn't feel it worthwhile telling Tom that in
fact, he'd punished the girls himself later in Lower school. He
couldn't tolerate such a lack of self-control!

Nevertheless, he knew that the girls would be terrified. Although
he was responsible for discipline in the Lower school, there had
been occasions where girls had been dealt with by Tom, and had
quickly realised the difference between a standard junior cane
and the ones he used himself.  For as long as he could remember,
Jeffrey had insisted on using a special variety of rattan cane
that was softer than normal, and consequently caused far less
damage to the skin, though still imparting a nasty sting. The red
lines it left had usually disappeared after one day, and very
left any bruising. People who knew about his preference generally
either thought he was clearly a kind teacher or not strict
enough. It was only Tom who knew the truth.  Jeffrey was able to
discipline the girls far more than average, safe in the knowledge
that the marks would be gone by the next day, leaving their
bottoms ready for more. He just loved caning little girls!

There was a soft knock at the door. Jeffrey grinned and Tom
sighed and checked his watch. Yes, on time!

“You said Elena was coming tonight?” asked Jeffery.

“Yes, at least I hope so.” Tom shrugged. That's what Matron said.
“Bridget had to finish doing the laundry, or something.”

Jeffrey relaxed. He knew both of the school maids very well, but
he always preferred Elena. Of course, both were obedient and did
what they were told.  Well, they didn't have much choice.

After the sharp invitation to enter, the door opened and a rather
podgy, freckle faced girl entered, followed by a large imposing
woman who looked as if she could take on a herd of buffalos
without a murmur.

“Please Sirs. G'd evenin'” Elena curtsied, and allowed Matron to
step past her.
“Good evening Matron.” Tom spoke formally as if thinking about
other matters.

Elena saw Jeffrey and blushed. Both had known each other for a
few years, but Elena always felt as if she were still a young
girl when he looked at her.

“So, Matron, how is Elena?” Tom asked, ignoring the girl
completely. “Is she giving you satisfaction?”

“Oh yes Sir.” Matron smiled. The conversation was really for
Elena's benefit. "Though I have to say Headmaster, that she has
been rather slow lately." She saw Elena bite her lip and look at
the floor. "She's also been eating far too much bread and jam
than is good for her. I do declare Sir that she's putting on
weight again, all around her hips."

"Around her hips, did you say?" Jeffrey coughed.

"Yes Sir." Matron glanced at Elena and shook her head. "Maybe,
Sir, when you're giving her lessons, you'd be so good as to talk
to her about these shortcomings."

"I most certainly will!" Jeffrey tried to look stern, but it was
difficult, given the circumstances.

For as long as he could remember, there had been an old school
tradition of attempting to educate the servants. Once every few
days, aeither Elena or Bridget would present themselves to
Jeffrey in the evening, ostensibly for a few hours of remedial
reading, writing, arithmetic and simple Latin grammar as well as
some history. In return, the maids provided what Matron
euphemistically called 'relaxation', a service they performed,
according to Jeffrey, admirably well!

"Well, young Elena? What's it to be, hmm?" Jeffery stood up and
stretched.  "I'm rather inclined to go through some Latin grammar
myself." He nodded at Tom. "I say, Headmaster, would you mind if
I borrowed one of those Scottish tawses that just arrived? 
Scottish history is fascinating and I'm sure that Elena would
like to learn about education in the Highlands."

"Of course, old chap. Please help yourself."

Elena watched as Jeffrey started rummaging in the large box near
the fireplace, and sighed. Latin grammar again? He knew that she
could never remember anything! Just another excuse to…. Her
buttocks twitched in anticipation. Still, she was used to it by
know, and the truth was that she had come to quite enjoy it. 
Despite her relative youth, at seventeen she'd experienced enough
of life to be eternally grateful for the safety and security that
the school gave her. The East End of London had been pure hell,
and she never wanted to return to her old ways! The squalor,
stinking rubbish, leery drunk old men taking her up dark alleys
for a few shillings, the six months in prison for prostitution….
Never again!  The school was her home!

She loved the warmth and cosiness of Jeffrey's cottage and the
way he treated her like one of the younger girls, even the
inspections he gave her before a spanking. She felt the tingling
start and took a deep breath.  Just the thought was making her
wet! She'd get the cane for that. She always did! Not to worry
though. Her backside was so used to it now and anyway, it was
actually quite nice to start 'relaxing' him while her bottom was
glowing! She licked her lips. Oh yes, the relaxing bit. Always
liked it in the dark, did the Reverend Bingham. A real gentleman!
Then, the lights on, another lesson followed within a few minutes
by having to present her sore buttocks again for punishment and
another inspection of her smooth glistening pussy where,
hopefully he'd keep his fingers just there and…..   How he did
it, she had no idea, but he had a way with his fingers that made
her go wild. Many times, she'd fainted, such had been the
intensity of the orgasm. She pressed her legs together, trying to
ignore the tingling.  Crikey, just wait till he saw how wet she
was. She was really going to get it!

Jeffery stood up, holding one of the heaviest tawses. "Hmm, this
looks interesting. Here, you can carry it, Elena." He handed it
to Elena who held it as if it were a hot coal. She knew exactly
what she'd be learning about Scottish education. She'd have the
proof on her bottom tomorrow!

He took his jacket and hat. It was a five minute walk to his
cottage, and he was in a hurry. "Well Tom, it was nice to have a
chat, and I'm sure that Belinda will make a most excellent
Prefect." He tipped his hat to Matron. "Good night Matron."

"Good night Sir." Matron wagged her finger at Elena. "Just you
make sure you're back by six thirty sharp tomorrow morning, young
madam! Plenty of potatoes to peel!”

Elena curtsied. "Yes M'am" She looked shyly at Tom. "G'night
Sir."

The door closed and Tom sighed deeply. “Well?”

The Matron bowed her head. “Sorry Sir, I'll make sure to hide the
jam away in future.”

Tom couldn't stop himself laughing. “I wasn't talking about silly
Elena, I was talking about you not supervising the girls closely
enough and not keeping their pubic hair trimmed. Because of you,
we have to cane dozens of girls, and it looks like we'll be
holding a general school punishment.  Four, most likely!”

Matron's eyes twinkled. “I'm so sorry Sir.” She looked at Tom
lustfully.  “I do deserve to be punished, don't I Sir. I'm such a
naughty little girl, aren't I Sir!” She looked at the door that
led through to the Headmaster's private apartment. “Do you wish
to punish me now Sir, or ...after I've helped you to relax?” She
suddenly patted the front of her skirt and looked worried.
“Please Sir, I do hope my pussy's smooth enough for you. You can
whip it hard if it's not!”

Tom held up his hands in surrender and shook his head, unable to
stop laughing. The way she spoke always had him stitches.

“Okay Matron, you win!” He stood up and walked to his cupboard.
“Six with the senior cane, hmm?” He took the heaviest and most
ferocious cane he possessed, never ever used on the girls, a
straight rattan cane lacking the traditional curved handle, with
thick leather strips wound around the end to allow a firm grip.
He grinned. With nearly twenty years at the school, and her
enormous leathery buttocks, Matron could hardly feel a normal
cane! Tom swung the cane a few times through the air, admiring
the quiet low pitched but terrifying swishing noise it made. He
licked his lips. “So young lady, are you going to take your
clothes off or not?”
Matron looked down shyly and pouted. She loved it when Tom talked
like this.
Her? Young? Tom laughed. “Well?”

He saw her start to remove her blouse and waited for her large
breasts to appear. He groaned quietly. Why did she always tease
him like this? Her eyes were on the front of his trousers, a
cruel smile on her lips.

Removing her blouse, she suddenly stepped forward and planted a
kiss on his lips. “Did you say six strokes, Tom?” Her breasts
were pressed against him. A hand brushed his crotch and he
groaned with frustration.

“Yes I did!" Her lips were soft and he slid his tongue between
them for a few seconds. "You know you deserve it!”

Matron pouted again, then kissed him again, visibly excited.

“Yes, I know I deserve six strokes. I deserve to have my pussy
whipped as well. But... well...”

“What Matron?”

“Couldn't we make it twelve?”