BELINDA BECOMES A PREFECT

BY TOMMY

Part 3

A warm westerly wind swept through the open fields around the
school. Brian Green, the school's Geography teacher closed his
eyes and took a deep breath. Saturday morning. A few classes
until noon, then the rest of the weekend free. He loved late
spring! The days were long and the sun was just right. He put his
cigarette to his lips and sighed contentedly. "Don't they look
gorgeous?"

Alan Teasdale nodded and checked the tobacco in his pipe. The
school's Music teacher for fifteen years, he'd never tired of the
beautiful countryside and the tranquillity of the school's
location. He chuckled.  Brian didn't care much for the great
outdoors and naturally, was referring to something quite
different!

In the field in front of them, Sally Carstairs was taking the
Fifth year for their PE lesson. Like the rest of the staff, Brian
and Alan had enthusiastically supported the changes in the
uniform and the tightening of the rules. Alan grunted. He had to
admit that they did make a beautiful sight. Of course, Sally was
quite a tease and loved an audience.

"Okay girls! Face me! On the ground now, on all fours. Knees wide
apart.  Some lower back exercises. Come on! Arch the back. Hips
up and down. Up, down, up, down…."

Brian whistled softly and Alan held his breath. Suddenly, the
only things visible in the field were twenty five pairs of
extremely firm, pert buttocks moving up and down as if to music.
The new PE knickers were fantastic. A casual observer might even
assume that the girls were wearing nothing at all below the
waist!    Sally looked at the two men and winked. She knew very
well that homosexual though they were, the male teachers couldn't
possibly resist such a magnificent display! She had already
spoken to the Headmaster about further modifications. After all,
since the PE knickers were already so short at the back, why not
do away with any pretence and simply adopt the thong design that
was so popular on the continent? With even less material used,
the piles of laundry would decrease even more, keeping the maids
happy.  The Headmaster had agreed immediately, though had
insisted that the thongs be used for PE only at the school, not
for matches at other schools, and not for indoor use.   She
remembered the suggestion made by Matron during a staff meeting a
few years previously that maybe, during the warm summer weather,
the girls could be completely 'au naturel'. The idea had been
warmly received by many teachers, though the Headmaster had
immediately vetoed it. Though a nice idea in theory, it could
prove too much for any visitors and some modesty must be
maintained.  The same rule didn't apply to Reverend Bingham
though, did it? She sighed.

His preference for making the Lower school girls perform PE in
the nude was well known, though only when the temperature
permitted. All perfectly respectable of course. They were only
young prepubescent girls after all and the rules were rather more
relaxed. At the first sign of puberty, girls were supposed to
dress more modestly.  Alan looked at Brian and laughed. "You
randy old sod! Next you'll be telling me that you prefer them to
me!"

"Idiot!" Brian looked around and saw they were alone. His hand
brushed the bulge in Alan's trousers and he smiled. Shame they
both had classes in fifteen minutes.

"Okay girls, on your feet. Legs wide apart and bend over. Right
hand to left foot, then change. Come on! Nice and fast!" Sally
looked at the front of the men's trousers and grinned.
"The bitch!" Brian laughed and turned to Alan. "Come on, let's
go. I've got the third year next and I need to pick up their test
results."

"Good or bad?"

"Oh pretty bad." Brian clenched and unclenched his fist a few
times. "But nothing that six with the tawse can't put right!"
"Hmm, I prefer these new paddles myself. Great for helping the
girls keep time."

"Yes, I know." Brian loved watching Alan teach music. Alan was a
firm believer that the path to a girl's brain was through her
bottom and the paddle had proved very useful for helping the
girls keep time during choir practice. Of course, one girl had to
be the 'drum' for keeping time and it was always the girl with
the lowest test mark. The day before, Brian had looked in the
class to see the girls singing while Alan conducted, his paddle
beating out time on the buttocks of a girl bending over next to
him, with her large bare bottom growing redder by the second. "Oh
don't forget Monday!" Alan tapped his pipe. "We have to be in the
main hall at nine in the morning, so classes will start late."

Brian nodded. "Yes. I know we have to respect traditions but
honestly, don't you think that four school punishments are a bit
over the top?"

"Not really. What's the point of rules if you don't obey them?
Besides, should be fun!" He grinned at Brian. "It'll be the Lower
school on Monday, Middle school on Tuesday, Fifth year and Lower
Sixth on Wednesday and the Upper Sixth on Thursday. Then the same
for three more weeks." He shrugged. "Anyway, they're only getting
three strokes each."

"Yes, but you know what Tom Stevens is like." Brian stubbed his
cigarette out on the wall. "He can cane incredibly hard when he
wants, and he'll want to make an impression. Especially on the
older girls!"

Alan took one last deep breath of the late spring air. "Hmm, I do
hope so."

***

The main hall was completely full. Rows of girls stood facing the
stage, absolutely still, hardly daring to breathe for fear of
drawing attention to themselves. They had all seen the Headmaster
walk up to the front and he did not look in a good mood!

The notice had been posted on the board late on Friday so they'd
had the whole weekend to talk about it. The girls in the Upper
Sixth were old enough to remember the last school punishment, but
for the others it was a complete mystery. It seemed so unfair!
Why should they all be punished for something they hadn't done?
Not only that, but four punishments! All because more than half
the girls in those four different years had broken the same rule.
Some of the younger girls didn't even know what pubic hair was,
let alone that it should have been trimmed. Not that it mattered
any more. Now that pubic hair had been banned completely, all
ambiguity had been removed.

Tom Stevens finished reading his short speech and looked to his
left where Jeffrey had got the first and second year girls ready
to come up. He sighed, and wondered if it was really such a good
idea. The little ones had broken no rules yet here they were,
about to be caned in front of the whole school and the process
repeated for another three weeks! Some of the first year girls
were already in tears, standing in line, clad only in their white
vests, socks and sandals, their gymslips, blouse and knickers
folded in neat piles on the floor. Jeffrey was right. They looked
so cute! As agreed, Jeffrey had made them all visit the bathroom
just before entering the hall.

He cleared his throat and the hall suddenly became completely
silent. The teachers standing at the side stood up a little
straighter, occasionally sweeping their gaze over the assembled
girls. Woe betide any girl who so much as sniffed!
Tom nodded at Jeffrey. With twenty five girls in the first year
and twenty four in the second, Tom wanted to get it over with as
fast as possible, and they'd already rehearsed proceedings the
day before. Tom glanced at the two long thin canes on the table
next to him. Both were the lightest he possessed, the second cane
there only in case the first one broke for any reason, though he
doubted he'd need it. A definite case of their bark being worse
than their bite, their flexibility ensured that they made an
impressively loud swishing sound while imparting a sting only
fractionally more painful than the canes that Jeffrey used. He
saw Jeffrey pull the list of names out of his pocket. The girls
would walk up onto the stage in alphabetical order; stand on the
exact spot already marked with chalk and bend over. After their
three strokes, they were to stand without waiting for perMission,
thank the Headmaster, curtsey, and walk off, passing the next
girl as she did so. Hopefully, this would speed things up.

Having discussed it the previous evening over a few glasses of
whisky, prior to another visit from Matron and Elena, they had
agreed on a slight change to the plan. Jeffrey had pointed out
that sending the girls in alphabetical order would mean Mary
Asquith being the first. Tom had understood at once. A diminutive
and nervous little ten year old, Mary was terrified of her own
shadow. He didn't want to even imagine the consequences of her
being the first up on the stage! Whether she went into hysterics,
wet herself or was sick, it would just send all the other young
ones off in the same way and there'd be mayhem. No. Jeffrey would
send Becky up first.

Jeffrey unfolded the list. "Becky Jennings!" He looked round and
winked at her. Becky looked at him shyly, then swallowed and
walked up onto the stage, her heart pounding. She had to be
brave! Reverend Bingham had told her why she had to be first, and
exactly what she had to do. He'd been so kind to them on the walk
over from the Lower school house and had promised everyone that
there'd be no homework tonight if they behaved themselves. He was
also going to let them finish early so they could have longer to
play. But only if they behaved with decorum. Most of the girls in
the first year had never been dealt with by the Headmaster and
the rumours about the terrible canes he used were so scary! But
Reverend Bingham had promised that the Headmaster would use a
cane just like his.

Tom turned to face the little girl and smiled. He lowered his
voice to a whisper. "Hello Becky. Don't worry. It won't be bad.
This is really to frighten the big girls." He winked at her. She
stood on the white chalk mark and bent over, opening her legs
wide and sticking her buttocks up as far as she could, just like
Reverend Bingham liked them to do. Tom flexed the cane and looked
at her bottom, his eyes widening. He could see why Jeffrey liked
her! She had one of the most cuddly, spankable bottoms he'd ever
seen, and her plump little pussy was peeping cheekily from
between her legs as if daring someone to tickle it!  He looked at
it and frowned. Yes, a very nice little pussy, but sticking out
just a bit too far and…

"Becky, move your legs together a little bit please! Yes, that's
fine.  Good girl." He gripped the cane and tapped her bottom
lightly. An accurate caner though he was, her vulva had been
sticking out so far that there was a small chance of the cane
hitting it.

He took a deep breath and held the cane at right angles to her
bottom, then whipped it across the dead centre of her buttocks,
using only his wrist and keeping his elbow at his side. The next
two strokes followed with no pause between them.

Becky stood up. "Thank you Sir." She curtsied and walked away,
head in the clouds with pride. That hadn't been so bad. Gosh, it
did sting and she'd love to clasp her behind, but she had to
wait.

"Mary Asquith!" Jeffrey sighed. He could see the poor girl
trembling, tears running down her face. Becky looked at her and
grinned. "Didn't hurt much" she whispered. "No homework,
remember?"

Jeffrey tousled her hair. "Excellent Becky! Back of the queue
please."

Tom watched as Mary walked to him, her legs looking as if they'd
give way any second. Rules were rules, but he couldn't help
feeling sorry for the little thing. She was a bag of nerves. Then
again, like all the girls in her year, she was caned regularly by
Jeffrey so she wasn't exactly unused to it. He turned his head so
only she could see his face and smiled kindly as she reached the
chalk mark. "Just a little secret between you and me, Mary. This
is only for show. It won't hurt much, I promise. But don't let
the others know!" He laughed quietly and was relieved when she
bent over without having to be told.

Changing his position slightly, he held the cane so it was a bit
further back than before. He slashed it through the air in a
circular motion, the loud swishing sound echoing round the hall,
then loosened his grip just a split second before it struck
Mary's small buttocks. An old trick he'd learned many years ago,
especially useful for scaring the living daylights out of anyone
watching, but no more painful than normal for the recipient. 
Mary squealed and gripped her ankles. No, no! She couldn't stand
it! She had to run away!

The second and third strokes followed immediately and she was
about to scream and run off the stage and hide somewhere, or
maybe …. A small voice in her head suddenly told her it was all
over. But…?

She stood up and Tom had to fight the urge not to laugh at the
confusion on her face. He winked. "Well?"

"Err…Thank. Thank you Sir." She curtsied and walked off the stage
as if in a dream. She saw the Reverend Bingham looking at her and
she blushed and grinned at the girls waiting their turn.

Jeffrey closed his eyes and gave a sigh of relief. Having seen
how Mary took it, the rest of them should calm down considerably.
He patted her on the head. "Mary, I am so proud of you!" He
looked at the list. "Caroline Bradley!"

The routine established, the rest of the school punishment passed
quickly and smoothly. The girls having seen how it was done,
Jeffrey made sure that the next girl was already on the stage
even before the previous girl was off.

A few words at the end and it was all over. Tom looked at the
third and fourth year girls and licked his lips. He wouldn't be
so lenient with them tomorrow when it was their turn! He could
see Belinda looking worried.  Well she might! After all, she had
an appointment with him that evening.  Six for disrespect to a
teacher. Then another three here tomorrow morning.  There'd be
three canes on the table, not two. Two junior and one senior
cane. Of course, all the girls would know who the senior cane was
for!

"I don't believe it! Belinda? She wouldn't dare!"

Sarah glared at the girls and shook her head. In the playground
after lunch, she'd found a group of friends discussing the Middle
school netball match planned for next Saturday. A keen player
herself, she loved travelling to other schools on the old smelly
bus, joking and singing with the others. Next Saturday would be a
home match. They'd played Saint Teresa's before and they had a
good team. But…

"I know she's a Prefect, but she's not allowed to punish us. I
mean, not really!" Sarah, never the most attentive of girls,
hadn't read all the notices put up over the weekend, and although
the Headmaster had made reference to the new rule in his speech,
she'd only been half listening.

"Well, she is, and that's it!" Yvonne, another fourth year girl,
shrugged. "You heard what the Headmaster said, and if you didn't
read the notice, then that's you fault."

Sarah glared at the others. "If she even tries to punish me,
I'll…I'll…"

"Oh, leave her alone! It's not her fault!" Linda had been part of
the team for only a few months and felt she should stick up for
her friend. "She told me what the Headmaster said. She doesn't
have a choice. She's a Prefect now. You saw the marks on her bum.
She gets the senior cane now, and anyway, if you don't do what
she says, you know what will happen. The Headmaster said that
anybody who doesn't obey her goes straight on the list!" Sarah
felt sick. "But what sort of punishment?" She already guessed the
answer. Lines and detentions were almost unheard of at school,
being regarded as a waste of time.   Linda shrugged. "Belinda
said she can choose. Ten laps of the field, cold showers." She
paused. "The Headmaster gave her a paddle, slipper and tawse as
well. She's allowed to use them as much as she wants."

"That's so not fair!" Audrey, a slightly plump brown haired girl
shook her head. "I'm not letting her slap my bum with anything!"
Linda laughed sarcastically. "Oh yes? Okay, then, why not go and
tell Mr Stevens? Disobeying a Prefect is like disobeying a
teacher. You know what that means!"

Tina, a bubbly Third year girl nodded. "Six hard ones from the
Headmaster!"  She sighed, remembering her last visit to Mr
Stevens the month before. "I got six for failing a Maths test
twice in a week. Gosh, it hurt so much!"

The others grunted in sympathy. Failing a test in a subject
usually meant being punished in class, but failing another one in
the same week meant the girl's name was put on the Headmaster's
list.

"Yes, and don't forget that old Greeny's giving us two tests in
Geography this week" said Audrey, grinning. A bright girl, she
rarely failed a test and Geography was one of her best subjects.
"So better be careful, or it will be sore bums all round!" She
prodded Tina on her shoulder. "Anyway, tag! You're it!"

The girls ran in opposite directions, squealing, all thoughts
about Belinda evaporating as the impromptu game of tag got under
way.

***

Jeffrey sipped his whisky and relaxed in the big armchair. "So
Tom, what did Becky's father decide?"

Tom laughed. "He phoned today and was ecstatic of course. He
agrees with the conditions and will send us a letter to confirm
it. We allow Becky to continue, but make no promises about taking
the final exams. We will then try and get her through as many
school leaving certificates as we can when she's sixteen, but
there are no guarantees, and no automatic right of entry into the
Sixth form."

"Excellent." Jeffrey felt happier than he had for a long time.
"What about the summer?"

"Well, obviously, her father is enthusiastic and suggested that
she could spend all summer here, but I said that the poor girl
needs some time with her family. I was thinking that maybe we
could organise the summer revision courses for the last three
weeks, say the second week of August until the start of term.
What do you think?"

"Good idea. We could start like that and see how it goes. Do you
think that there will be many parents interested?"

Tom nodded. "I only just sent the letters out so I don't know how
many, but I'm pretty sure that there will be a great deal of
interest. The parents are paying a lot for their daughters'
education and don't want to take any chances, especially if their
girls have poor school reports.

"Well, it will be nice for Becky to have some others around" said
Jeffrey. "It wouldn't be much fun being the only girl having
extra tuition." He took another sip. "It's going to be quite
intensive as well, having to fit so much into three weeks. The
girls will have to work very hard."

"Oh yes, of course." Tom chuckled. "Becky's father is furious
with her, and I had to go to great pains to convince him that
some girls are just not cut out for academia. He intends to make
her study every day when she's home in July and asked me where we
buy our canes. I then had to explain that I could not officially
condone such action. She is after all, only ten, and using a cane
in anger can be dangerous, especially if the person using it has
no experience. I was about to recommend using only his hand to
spank her when I remembered him from the last Open Day. A colonel
in the infantry, I think. Enormous man with very large hands! So
in the end I made him promise only to use a light carpet slipper,
and nothing else, and to make sure it was always on her bare
bottom so he could see what he was doing and avoid going too far.
He seemed okay with that."

"Poor girl!" Jeffrey spoke with feeling. "I reckon she'll be glad
to come back to school."

"Oh, probably. Though, with such an intensive course, I doubt
that her backside will be any better off here." He laughed. "By
the way Jeffrey, I didn't thank you for the way you prepared the
Lower school this morning.  Really excellent. Thank you so much!
I was scared that Mary would be trouble, but it all went so
smoothly."

"Oh, no problem. The girls were so happy afterwards. No homework,
and an extra hour playtime in the afternoon." He looked at Tom
for a second, his eyes twinkling. "To be honest though, I thought
that maybe you were just a bit too lenient with them. Most of the
marks had gone by the afternoon."

"Well, there are another three weeks to go, don't forget" said
Tom. "I plan to make the strokes a bit harder every Monday. Help
them get used to their 'terrible Headmaster'!"

Jeffrey laughed. There was a light knock at the door, and he
looked at the time. Of course, it's nine o'clock. Belinda. Tom
stood up and went to open the door. He smiled at Belinda and
invited her in. "Hello, Belinda. So how was your weekend?"

"Err. Oh very nice Sir." She looked at Reverend Bingham and
sighed. He was always here.   "How are the marks?" asked Tom
looking down. "Still sore?"

"Oh no Sir, not really. Well, just a tiny bit, but…"

"Well it was only last Thursday, wasn't it?" He clapped his
hands. "Well, Belinda, since this isn't really a proper meeting,
can we start? We'll still be meeting on Thursday of course, but I
wanted to get this last punishment out of the way as fast as
possible." He checked the entry in the punishment book. "Hmm, Mr
Gill didn't tell me exactly why he put your name down; only that
it was for being disrespectful." He looked at her and scratched
his chin. "If you like, Belinda, I can ask him to come and
discuss it. If you were rude to him, maybe he would accept an
apology. But of course, that would be up to him. Hmm?"

Belinda looked at him in horror. The last thing she wanted was
for Mr Gill to tell the Headmaster what he'd heard her say!
Calling the Headmaster an 'ass'?

"I…I...I mean Sir, it’s okay Sir. I mean…."

"Okay then. Just get ready and bend over please. Gosh, is that
the time?"  He looked at Jeffrey and winked. "Early night for me
tonight, Reverend Bingham. I've got quite a busy morning
tomorrow!"

Belinda removed her gymslip, blouse and knickers and adopted the
position she was starting to know quite well.

"Oh yes, not many marks left are there?" Tom ran his hand over
her large behind. "Oh, wait a second. Where are these from?" He
touched some wide red marks at the top of her thighs. "Looks like
the tawse to me. Who punished you?"

"Please Sir, Mr Green in Geography, Sir."

"Why?"

"I...I failed the test Sir."

"Hmm, maybe you should have prepared for it a bit better, yes?"

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir."

"No matter. Plenty of room for another six, and three more
tomorrow morning!" He brushed her pussy with the back of his hand
and parted her buttocks. "Good girl. Nice and clean! That's what
I like to see." He ran his fingernail gently over her anus and
chuckled at the effect it had.  Despite her obvious attention to
personal hygiene prior to coming, there was the unmistakable
exciting and heady aroma so typical of girls having started
puberty. He inhaled deeply and sighed with pleasure... "Okay. 
Ready?"

The first stroke cracked down hard and the walls echoed with the
girl's squeals and cries of pain.

"Owwww! Ohhh Sir!"

The second and third strokes crisscrossed and Belinda did one her
trademark war dances, though keeping her feet more or less on the
same spot.

"Aaaaiiiiieeeee! Owwww! Please Sir! Owwww!"

"Oh Belinda, please calm down. Only three more." He ran his
finger down the centre of her pussy, noticing how she became
immediately quieter. "Good girl."

The fourth and fifth strokes had her jump in the air.

"Nyeeeaaaiii! Owwww! Nooooo!"

For a second, her hands left her legs and he thought she may
clasp her burning behind, something that would earn her extra.
But she somehow resisted the temptation and gripped her knees as
hard as she could.

The sixth and last stroke was a real stinger and for ten seconds,
the men watched in amusement as her bottom performed a series of
strange up and down movements, then side to side.

"Oooooo Sir! Owwwww! Hurts so much! Owww!"

Suddenly she felt the familiar tingly feeling as a finger slid
between her pussy lips and stroked her just 'there'. Usually, the
feeling lasted only a second, but this time, it didn't stop, a
fingernail brushing something that made electricity erupt from
between her legs. Gosh, so nice! Please don't let it stop! All
thought about self-abuse and all the other rules vanished.  Just
don't stop. It was getting stronger and….

"Okay Belinda. Just let me put some lotion on and we've finished.
Tom quickly applied some of his concoction to the darkening weals
and patted her bottom. "Okay get dressed."

He showed her out and resumed his place in the second armchair.
There was silence.

"A bit harder than last time, wasn't it?" asked Jeffrey after a
while.

"A bit." Tom nodded. "She's learning. Slowly. I do hope she'll
behave herself tomorrow morning."

Jeffrey shrugged. "I should think so. You know how proud she is
to be a Prefect." He ran his tongue over his upper lip. "You see
what I mean about her clitoris, don't you?"

"Crikey, yes. Another second and I think she'd have had her very
first orgasm." Tom remembered all their previous conversations
and shook his head. Nowhere near as expert as Jeffrey, he never
ceased to be amazed at how each girl could be so different. One
golden rule was that they never allowed any girl to orgasm in
their presence. The reputation of the school had to be maintained
at all costs. If and when they allowed Belinda this pleasure, it
would be of her own doing, with no one else present. Of course,
if she happened to get caught during the act, well, that was
another matter entirely.   Jeffrey sighed. "I wonder when she'll
be on the list again. I do enjoy watching you thrash her."

Tom smiled. "Oh soon. Very soon! She has another Geography test
on Wednesday."

"Ahah! I see." Jeffrey laughed. "Already had a word with Mr
Green, have you?"

"Of course. He said he'd be delighted to help, as usual."

It was common knowledge among the teachers that occasionally the
Headmaster desired to see certain girls on his list, either for
disciplinary reasons or otherwise. In such situations, the
Headmaster would have a quiet word with a teacher, who would then
set the girls two consecutive tests, both of which would be
designed in such a way as to ensure that only the brightest girls
could possibly pass them. A few obscure questions that could only
be answered if the girl had read the relevant footnotes in the
textbook, or questions from previous tests, long since forgotten.
Of course, it was inevitable in such cases that other girls would
also fail both, but, as Tom had often said, it would make them
prepare more carefully in the future and besides, a caning was
good for them! What on earth were their bottoms for?

***

The music from the gramophone came to an end. Jeffrey removed the
record and sat down again. Beethoven's seventh was without doubt
one his favourites. The cottage was now quiet apart from the
occasional bump as Elena moved a piece of furniture to clean
behind or underneath it.

Tuesday evenings were usually when one of the permanent school
maids came to clean for Jeffrey, the earlier part of the day
being taken up with numerous other duties in the school. Of
course, he could have simply instructed one of the other maids to
come and clean for him, but they were local girls from the
village, arriving at seven in the morning and leaving around six
in the evening. Jeffrey far preferred to use Elena or Bridget. 
So much more convenient when they worked and slept at the school.
Elena was on her hands and knees, wiping the floor in the corner
of the room where the large table stood. She was a good cleaner
and knew how much Reverend Bingham hated dust. She had changed
her black maid uniform before coming and was wearing a freshly
ironed white pinafore. She turned slightly and Jeffrey was
suddenly treated to the beautiful sight of her naked pert
buttocks bobbing about as she scrubbed and dusted. He sighed with
contentment. Both Elena and Bridget knew exactly how he liked
them dressed and it was rare indeed that their knickers remained
on for more than a minute after entering his cottage. He looked
at his watch. Eight thirty.  Maybe let her finish in the kitchen,
then a spot of 'relaxation'.   It had been a quiet day, apart
from the first hour or so in the main hall.  Tom had dealt with
the third and fourth years in Middle school almost as fast as he
had the Lower school. So much easier when the girls already had
experience of his cane and were in no doubt as to the
consequences of not taking their punishment with dignity. Only a
few girls had actually screamed in pain, mostly from the third
year. Of course, the most interesting part had when Belinda's
name was called and she walked up onto the stage. The look on the
younger girls' face when they saw her bottom had been quite
funny! The weals from the evening before had made for a most
impressive sight. With the nervous and terrified girl bending
over, Tom had made quite a show of carefully placing the junior
cane on the table and slowly picking up the shorter senior cane.
The three strokes had been hard ones but she'd taken them quite
well, screaming with pain only when the last stroke slashed
across the top of her thighs. Jeffrey chuckled at the memory.
Poor Belinda! It couldn't be nice, knowing that she had exactly
the same to look forward to for the next three Tuesdays!

There was a quiet knock at the door and Jeffrey looked round,
puzzled.  Whoever could that be at this time? "Come in!"

The door opened and a small red haired girl entered, a large warm
dressing gown indicating that she'd just had her shower and was
ready for bed.  Tears streamed down her face and she held a small
piece of paper in her hand. He knew her well. A normally well
behaved though average girl in the second year, she hadn't been
to a study evening in his cottage for ages.

"Jennifer, whatever's the matter?" Jeffrey stood up and took the
girl gently by the arm and closing the door. The evening was
warm. Even so, he was surprised that she'd been allowed to come
over in her night clothes.  "Come on, don't cry so. What's
happened?"

He led the girl to his armchair and sat down. Elena had
immediately stood up on hearing the door and was brushing her
pinafore.

Jennifer handed him the note, her hand shaking, her tears
splashing onto Jeffrey's trousers. "Please Sir…Please! Don't send
me to the Headmaster!  Please Sir! I'm sorry Sir! Please
don't…please!!"

"Okay, okay. Just let me read it." He wiped some tears from her
cheeks and read the note for a few seconds. His expression
changed from one of concern to resignation.  He took a deep
breath and shook his head. "Oh Jennifer. Why?"

The teacher on dormitory duty in the Lower school was Jane Cale,
the French teacher. Knowing Jane, Jeffrey was pretty sure that
Gloria Downing, the Art teacher would probably be helping her,
hoping to get some time together as soon as possible. He read the
note again. Jane had written in French, presumably so Jennifer
wouldn't be able to understand. Young Jennifer had been actually
caught in the process of self-abuse while pretending to use a
bidet in the left corner of the second bathroom! Jeffrey knew it
well. A row of four bidets were arranged along the far wall, with
one of them hidden from sight by the dividing wall of the shower
area. Presumably, with the noise from the showers, Jennifer
hadn't heard Jane approaching.

Jeffrey wiped his brow and sighed. Like all the teachers, Jane
was quite within her rights to put Jennifer straight on the
Headmaster's list, and in this case, having caught the girl in
the act, she could have added the dreaded 'M' signifying
masturbation, something that could have resulted in a public
flogging! He could understand why the girl was so terrified. She
had witnessed the last flogging over six months ago! In practice
however, the teachers very rarely sent girls from the Lower
school directly to Tom Stevens. It was well known that he and Tom
were old friends, and out of deference to Jeffrey's position,
they always referred such matters to him.

"Elena, I wonder if you'd be so kind as to dust in the bedrooms
for a while. I wish to speak with young Jennifer alone." "Yes
Sir, of course." Elena curtsied and went upstairs. Jeffrey waited
until he heard the bedroom door shut.

"Please Sir! Not the Headmaster! Please…please!"

"Okay Jennifer. Please stop crying." He wiped her tears and
stroked her hair. She was a pretty little thing who rarely got
into any trouble. "I will not send you to the Headmaster. Now
please calm down! Now!"

Her gulps and sniffs as she forced herself to stop blubbing made
him smile.  The truth was that even if she had been put on the
list, Tom would probably have asked Jeffrey to deal with her
anyway. The thought of a Lower school girl being flogged in front
of everyone was unthinkable! Even using a junior cane rather than
the usual obligatory senior cane, an eleven year old like
Jennifer would be traumatised. The thought of her small body
being held down over the huge vaulting horse was too horrid for
words! Not that the Lower school had to know this of course!
Nevertheless, there had to be consequences. One thing they'd
learned over many years was that girls were less inclined to
experiment with masturbation if it was nipped in the bud during
the early years. Jeffrey had his own ways of doing this.

"Jennifer, you do realise that what you were doing was very
wrong, don't you?"

She nodded sadly and sniffed. "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you're sorry!" He stroked her cheek. "Jennifer,
I'm going to ask you some questions now and then ask you to do
something. I want the absolute truth and obedience. If I ever
discover that you've lied to me, I will take you to the
Headmaster myself. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes Sir. Promise Sir!" Like all the girls, she knew about the
consequences of being found to have lied to a teacher. At that
moment she'd do anything to avoid going to Mr Stevens!

"Right Jennifer, the first thing I want to know is how many times
have you done this before?"

The young girl blushed and bit her lip. "Three times Sir."
Jeffrey closed his eyes. Three times! Incredible! Why hadn't she
been caught before? He really had to have another hard look at
how dormitory duty was organised.

He gently removed her dressing gown, leaving her clad only in her
short nightie. The room was warm and her skin was already a bit
sweaty. "I want this off as well." He pulled the nightie off over
her head. "Sandals as well!"

He looked at the scared naked girl before him and took her hands
in his, speaking softly. "Now Jennifer, I want you to show me
exactly how you've been abusing yourself. I mean exactly! 
Otherwise, it's straight to the Headmaster!

Jennifer looked at him and swallowed, her face bright red. She
was used to having her vulva inspected, but had never been told
to…! Girls never touched themselves 'there'. Everyone knew that!
"I… I...sort of. Like this and…" She put her small hand down to
her vulva and Jeffrey watched with interest as she inserted her
index finger between her pussy lips and moved it in small
circles.

"Always standing up, lying down or sitting down?"

She looked down, embarrassed. "Sitting down, Sir."

"Hmm, so when you're on the bidet?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay, I understand. Just let me put you here and...” He lifted
her up and sat her on the wide leather arm of the chair and
gently pushed her knees apart. "Show me again!"

Jennifer wanted the ground to swallow her up but visions of being
dragged onto the stage in front of the whole school were still in
her mind.  She slid her finger inside herself again.

Jeffrey watched for a few seconds and nodded. "Okay Jennifer." He
took her wrist and moved her hand away. "Now then, tell me when
this starts to tingle!"

He ran his finger up her pussy and slid it inside. His fingernail
touched her clitoris and Jennifer gasped and grabbed his arm, her
eyes wide with surprise. "Sir. Please!"

"Jennifer, let go of my arm and don't move!" His voice was quiet
but the tone was firm. She let go and sat still, her mouth open.

"Please Sir… Please!"

Jeffrey teased the side of her hot throbbing clit and pressed it
with his nail chuckling at the way she immediately clenched her
buttocks. How had he Missed this one? He couldn't remember her
having a particularly responsive clitoris in the past. One thing
he was pretty sure of was that she had never actually experienced
an orgasm. Far too young. He had enough experience to know that
young girls generally touched themselves only until the tingling
became stronger. Most were too scared to go further.

For a few seconds he considered whether or not to let her orgasm
now. It would be fun to see. Then again, the old adage of safety
first and self-preservation. Plus, of course, the implications
for the future.

"Okay Jennifer, I think I've seen enough." He lifted her off the
armchair and sat down. "Now then, what do we do with you, hmm?"
She opened her mouth, the tears starting again. "Please Sir! Not
the…"

"No, okay! Not the Headmaster!" Jeffrey fought the urge to start
laughing. "Oh look at you!" He took his handkerchief and wiped
her eyes again. "Legs apart!"   Jennifer gasped as he gently
dried her vulva. She was always amazed at how wet it became when
she….

"Right young lady, there are two things we have to do. First is
to punish you sufficiently so that Miss Cale will be satisfied
and not talk to the Headmaster. The second is to see how we can
stop you ever doing something like this again. Okay?"

Jennifer nodded. "Yes Sir."

"From tomorrow, I want to see you here every day for inspection.
I think the best time would be just after lunch. Understood?"

"Yes Sir."

"Okay. Now, before we continue, I want you to go to the toilet
over there. Past the stairs, and on the right. Now please!"

He waited patiently for the girl to return, nodding with
satisfaction at her dry vulva. At least she'd remembered to wash
and dry herself. Not all girls wet themselves when being caned
hard, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"Good. Now then…." He went over to a cupboard and took out a cane
that Jennifer had never seen before. About the same length, but
slightly thicker and without the crooked handle.   "This is going
to hurt a lot, Jennifer, but I'm sure you agree that you deserve
it. Miss Cale will want to see your bottom when you go back and I
don't think she'll be happy with just three red lines, hmm?"

The frightened girl shook her head. "No Sir."

"Well, come here and bend over the side of the chair!" He placed
a large soft cushion on the arm.

She looked at the cane in his hand, then at the chair, a confused
look on her face. Jeffrey showed her the cane. "This cane is very
different from the others, Jennifer, and you won't be able to
stay in position if you're just touching toes. Here please!" He
watched her wipe her eyes and drape herself over the high arm of
the chair. "Let me just lift you over the cushion a bit more so…"
Perfect.

Jennifer put her cheek against the warm leather of the chair and
bit her lip. Why had she been so stupid? But still, better this
than going to the Headmaster!

Suddenly she felt large hands on her ankles. "Sir?"

"Just stay still. I want to secure your legs so you can't wriggle
too much." He quickly tied one of her small ankles to the leg of
the chair with a strap and did the same with the other one.
Something he did very rarely, but the only way to stop her
kicking her legs all over the place.

"Okay." He walked to the bottom of the stair. "Elena, would you
come here a minute please?"

The maid opened the bedroom door and came down to the living
room. "Sir?"

Jeffrey nodded at the small girl bending over the side of the
chair, her bottom at the perfect angle for the cane. "Young
Jennifer has committed a dirty and shameful act that would
usually result in a public flogging. I have decided to deal with
her myself, and need your assistance."

Elena understood at once. She knew all about the terrible
floggings! Reverend Bingham was being very kind indeed! Besides,
it wasn't the first time she'd had to help him. "Yes Sir. Of
course Sir."

She knelt down at the side and stroked Jennifer's hair, placing a
hand on her shoulder. "Now then, young Missy, just you stay still
an' it'll all be over real soon."

Jeffrey took a deep breath and tapped her small bottom with the
cane. "Jennifer, for engaging in a most despicable and shameful
act, I am going to cane you very severely, and I hope never to
have to do this again!"

He adjusted his position slightly and raised the cane. The swish
and crack of it biting into the girl's two tender buttocks seemed
to echo around the cottage. Jennifer screamed and arched her
back, her legs straining at the leather restraints.

Elena held the young girl down on the chair, trying not to grin.
She knew that although Reverend Bingham enjoyed caning the girls
he got very little pleasure from administering such severe
beatings. Strange man! Elena, on the other hand had a very
sadistic nature and loved to watch them squirm.  Anyway, the
silly little girl didn't appreciate how lucky she was! Jeffrey
waited about thirty seconds, grimacing at the girl's high pitched
voice begging him to let her go. An onlooker would have assumed
that the wait was to make the caning more effective, allowing
time for the pain to fully register. The truth was however, quite
different. Like Tom, Jeffrey was a cautious man. The intention
was to punish, but not cause serious injury. He watched the
darkening weal appear across her bottom and grunted.  With so
many years of experience, the speed of the darkening and swelling
told him all he needed to know about how hard he'd be able to
cane her without accidentally cutting the skin.

The second stroke had the poor girl shaking her head and trying
desperately to turn her whole body. Anything to avoid more
strokes. She fought against Elena's strong grip, screaming and
begging them to stop.

The third and fourth strokes had her bucking and screaming so
much that Jeffrey had to quickly check that the straps round her
ankles were strong enough. The four weals shone out at him, the
dark red and blue-black skin in sharp contrast to her white
buttocks.

The fifth stroke slashed hard across the top of her thighs, the
sixth following almost immediately just above. Jennifer had
screamed herself hoarse and was moving her buttocks up and down
as if a last ditch attempt to lessen the pain.

"Okay, all over." Jeffrey sighed and looked at the time. He
hadn't specified the number of strokes because he hadn't been
sure how many she could take, but six was quite enough. The weals
were almost three times as wide as the ones made by his normal
canes and, accurate caner or not, with her small bottom, it would
have been quite difficult to fit any more on without some weals
overlapping. Something he definitely didn't want to risk! "Just
lie there for a few minutes, Jennifer. The pain will start to go
down a bit soon."

Elena looked at the girl's bottom, decorated with brightly
coloured ridges and shrugged. "Reckon she can take plen'y more
wacks. Easy get annuver six on 'er arse! I mean, blimey! She's…"
She suddenly shut up and looked at Jeffrey, a guilty look on her
face. She had definitely overstepped the mark this time!

"Thank you so much for your advice, Elena. I had no idea you were
such an expert. However, if you wouldn't mind, on this occasion I
would prefer to follow my own council. I do hope you'll forgive
me." Jeffrey looked at the maid's red face and nodded at the
small girl weeping quietly across the armchair. "Would you be so
very kind as to bring a small bowl of cold water and towel? Then
heat up a small amount of milk?"

"Yes Sir. Course Sir!" Elena scurried off to the kitchen and
returned within thirty seconds. Jeffrey bathed the swollen weals
with the cold water for a minute or so. Jennifer's sobs were
growing slowly quieter.

He gave the bowl back to Elena and undid the leather straps round
Jennifer's ankles. "Okay, my dear, let's get you up shall we?"
Jennifer felt strong hands helping her to her feet. She buried
her face in his shirt and wept while he stroked her hair. Her
bottom felt as if it were cut into ribbons. Never had she
imagined such pain could be possible!

"Okay Jennifer, just put on your nightie and dressing gown. I
will fetch you a cup of warm milk. It will help you sleep." He
looked at Elena, still looking very guilty. "I will take Jennifer
back to the house myself, Elena. While I'm gone, could you please
continue to dust the bedroom. Oh, and take this with you." He
handed her the cane he'd just used.

"Yes Sir. I'll 'tend to it right away Sir." She took the cane and
sighed.  No prizes for guessing who'd be the next person to feel
it!

"Good." Jeffrey waited till the maid was halfway up the stairs.
"Oh, and Elena?"

"Yes Sir?"

"It's such a warm evening and with the electric fire on as well,
I'm sure that you can't possibly be comfortable in that uniform."

"Thank 'ee Sir. Very kind, I'm sure." She curtsied and went to
the bedroom closing the door quietly. Inside, she closed her eyes
for a few seconds before placing the cane on the bed and starting
to remove her clothes. She knew Reverend Bingham very well. When
he returned he'd expect her to be cleaning the room totally
naked. She looked at the cane and shivered with excitement.
Down in the kitchen, Jeffrey checked the milk was warm and
took the small dark vial he kept at the back of the cupboard.
Very carefully, he added one drop of the brown liquid to the milk
and mixed it in with a spoon.

"Here my dear, drink this." He gave the cup to Jennifer and
waited for her to finish it. "I've put something in the milk that
will help you sleep. I think we should get you straight to bed
now, hmm?" He took the cup from her, placed it in the sink and
checked the time. As a rule, the drug started working in about
fifteen minutes. One drop would be just enough to make her sleep
but still remember everything when she woke up. Any more than
this would put her in a trance state, sleepy yet able to obey any
order given to her and with no memory of anything once the drug
wore off.

He wiped her face and kissed her cheek. "Still sore?"

Jennifer nodded, her face a picture of misery. "Yes Sir. It hurts
so much!"

"Hmm, it'll get better, you'll see. Come on then. I want to have
a quick word with Miss Cale." He pulled her dressing gown a
little tighter and took her hand. "I know it hurts, but I think
you'll manage to get to sleep quite fast tonight!"

***

The dormitory was totally silent apart from the occasional snore
from one of the plumper girls. Belinda yawned and tried to sleep.
In the bed next to her, Linda, her best friend yawned sleepily.
The weals on Belinda's backside had long ago stopped hurting but
she could still feel them stinging when she moved around in bed.
What a day! The three strokes in assembly had been so hard! In
the shower later, she'd been the centre of attention as almost
every girl in the third and fourth years insisted on having a
good look. Mr Brown had been on dormitory duty and had shaken his
head and wagged his finger at her. "Better buck your ideas up,
young lady!"

She sighed. It could have been worse. At least Old Browny left
them alone.  Since the new rules, some teachers insisted on
checking each girl for pubic hair as she left the shower. Most
teachers just ran their hand very quickly down the girl's pubic
mound, but there were a few, including Mr Gill who liked to check
they were dry 'everywhere'!

A small window in the door allowed just enough light from the
corridor to see by, should any girl need to use the bathroom. It
also allowed any passing teacher to look in without opening the
door. At the other end of the dorm, a door led to the temporary
bedroom used by the teacher on duty for the night. Belinda saw it
was closed. Unlike Miss Teal, Old Browny almost never bothered
them during the night and was probably fast asleep already. She
pulled the sheet down slightly over her small breasts and touched
her nipples. Since her hands were outside the sheets, she wasn't
breaking any rules. Her nipples stiffened and she closed her
eyes, her fingers gently stroking the nipples in a circular
motion. It felt so nice when she did this! Why on earth did they
go hard?

With one eye on the window in the door, she slid her right hand
under the sheets. If a shadow appeared, she'd have time to turn
over and pull her hand out. With some teachers on dormitory duty,
she'd never dare risk it, but Old Browny was safe.

Her finger located the throbbing little 'button' that seemed to
be crying out for attention and she held her breath. She knew
that if she became too wet, there was a chance of someone
noticing the next morning, so she had to be careful. But it felt
so amazing!

She looked round for a second and saw Linda staring at her, a big
grin on her face. Belinda's heart Missed a beat and she blushed.
Her embarrassment was followed immediately by shock. Linda had
her hand under the sheets as well! The two girls stared at each
other. Linda winked. "Nice, isn't it!" she whispered.

Belinda felt light headed. Her best friend was playing with
herself as well! Shock gave way to relief and she grinned. "Does
it make you wet as well?"

Linda nodded. "Yes, of course. Always does!"

"What if someone checks us?"

"Old Browny won't. I only do it when he's on duty. Too dangerous
with anyone else!"

Belinda laughed. "What about the morning?"

Linda shrugged. "I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night
and wash myself. Everyone's fast asleep."

"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. Good idea!" She was quiet for a
few seconds. "Do you ever…you know…do you ever carry on even when
it feels nice?"

"No." Linda frowned. "It's too scary. It feels nice and tingly
but I always stop when it gets too strong. One of the Sixth form
girls told me it makes you scream and you go mad. What about
you?"

Belinda laughed. "Course not! I'm not stupid!"

Linda grunted her agreement. "Bee?"

"What Linnie?" Belinda chuckled. She liked using their
knicknames.

"Have you ever seen a man's thing?"

Belinda looked puzzled. "What d'you mean?"

"You know! Their privates. What they have between their legs."

"No. Have you?" Belinda sighed. Linda always seemed to know more
than her!  Yes, of course all the girls knew that men had
something called a Willy, but that was about the extent of her
knowledge on the matter.

"Course! Loads of times!"

"When?"

"Well, I saw my little brother's when we were little. Mummy used
to bath him and I helped sometimes. Gosh, you should see how
horrible his things looked! Mummy said it's normal when they're
babies. He's at Prep school now but we see each other at
holidays." She stopped and bit her lip, ashamed of herself. For a
minute, she'd forgotten that her best friend was an orphan. No
mother or father. Poor old Bee!"

"Oh, so you saw a baby boy's thing" said Belinda teasingly. "Is
that all?"

Linda hesitated for a second. "No. I saw a big boy's thing last
summer!"

Belinda looked at her friend in astonishment. Why had she never
told her this before? "But how?"

"The gardener's son plays in our garden sometimes. Daddy doesn't
mind as long as we stay away from the orchard." A sudden feeling
of homesickness gripped her and she paused. "He's a few years
older than me and really good at climbing trees. I was halfway up
one of them and I saw him on the ground looking up my skirt at my
knickers. I was angry and told him I'd tell Daddy. He was so
scared! Daddy would tell the gardener and he'd get belted really
hard! So I said that if he showed me his thing, I wouldn't tell
Daddy."

"No? He showed you?"

Linda giggled. "I made him take his shorts and pants right down
and had a good look. It looked really yucky and felt like a
sausage."

"You mean you actually touched it?" Belinda's head span with
confusion. "Was it very big?"

"About three or four inches, I think." Linda giggled again. "But
when I was touching it, it started to get longer and go hard. I
don't know why. Gosh, you should have seen it! I don't know how
they can walk and run with those things there."

They heard a faint sound coming from Dr Brown's room and both
girls turned on their side and pulled their hands from beneath
the sheets. Sleep came quickly, albeit with Belinda having some
very strange dreams about sausages.

***

Bridget laughed and ran her finger along one of the many weals
decorating Elena's large bottom. "Gosh, he did cane you hard,
didn't he? Your own silly fault though! Why can't you learn to
keep your mouth shut?"

"Yes, okay. No good bleedin' telling me now, is it?" Elena was
lying naked, face down on her bed in the small attic bedroom she
shared with Bridget.  "It bloody 'urt, I can tell you and…" A
sharp slap on her thigh shut her up. Bridget slapped her again. 
"Language! I won't have any swearing, remember?" She ran her hand
lightly over the marks and down between Elena's buttocks. "I'm
senior to you and can put you over my knee. Just remember!" Elena
giggled and opened her legs a bit wider. "Sorry Miss" she said
sarcastically. She closed her eyes and lay still while her friend
applied some lotion to the bruised skin. True, she had deserved
it. Reverend Bingham had given her six hard strokes before
switching off the lights for his 'relaxation'. Elena moaned as
Bridget's hands slowly edged towards her inner thighs. Crikey,
he'd been quick tonight! Though he usually was when he punished
her hard. She could still taste his cream in her mouth. He liked
to tease her sometimes by making her wait a while for permission
to swallow. Then the lights back on and another six with her on
all fours at the edge of the bed, his fingers inspecting her
between each stroke, teasing her clit and bumhole, driving her to
a frenzy, then the last stroke and immediately making her orgasm.
Oh, that had been so good!

"Besides, you shouldn't complain" continued Bridget, kissing a
patch of sore skin. "You're younger than some of the girls in the
sixth form. How many of them ever have things like this done to
them?"

"Like what?"

"Like this!" Bridget parted Elena's buttocks and flicked her
sweaty anus with the tip of her tongue. Elena gasped and moaned
with pleasure. "Or like this?" Elena felt Bridget's hot tongue
delving deeper between her legs for a few seconds. She felt
herself being turned over on her back. "Or maybe this?"  Bridget
licked Elena's right nipple, one of her most erogenous zones.
Bridget, already half naked, sighed and quickly removed her
blouse and knickers. "But most of all, what would the teachers
say if they found the girls doing this?"

"Doing what?" Elena closed her eyes and licked her lips, already
guessing the answer. It had been Bridget who'd introduced her to
the famous 'sixty nine'.

Bridget giggled and turned round, swinging her leg over Elena and
pressing her pussy onto the girl's mouth. She looked down and
laughed as Elena opened her legs wider, thrusting her own pussy
up, desperate for attention.

"Doing this of course!" Bridget giggled and buried her face in
the hot wet pussy beneath her, slipping her hands under Elena's
buttocks, her tongue delving deeper and deeper. How many times
each of them came over the next few hours, they could never
remember.