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The Class Monitors
by Leslie Jones (address withheld)
***
A teacher realises that having younger girls serve as
class monitors with the power to punish seniors will
improve behavior by embarrassing the older girls when
they are caned and humiliated by the younger pupils.
(Ff, spank, huml, ws)
***
Anne Smithers, who had taught English for a few years,
was slightly surprised when the young principal at St
Kendras Finishing School called her in to discuss a new
idea Miss Crawford had. Anne liked Penny Crawford, who
shared Anne's own ideas on maintaining as strict
discipline as possible without being able to touch the
pupils.
Penny told her that she thought it would improve
behavior among the older girls at the all-girls
collegiate school if teachers like Anne had younger
girls serve as monitors in the senior English classes.
"I've been interviewing a few of the more assertive
sophomores in Judy Keane's classes," she said to Anne,
"and I'm planning on sending two to you to try out."
Anne was surprised but sort of liked the idea. Judy
Keane was a very tough teacher who specialized in
terrorizing the girls who just started at St Kendras in
the sophomore year. Miss Crawford went on to explain
how the system would work.
"We will place the monitors at two desks in the far
corners of your classroom," she began. "Their job is to
watch for any misbehavior so you can concentrate on
teaching. So anytime one of these seniors chatters to
her friend or sends a note or anything like that," she
went on, "the monitor will mark it down on her chart.
You will get the chart at the end of each class and can
review the marks and transfer them to your grade book
at your discretion," Miss Crawford said.
"Moreover, you won't need to proctor your exams any
more," she said with a smile, as Anne looked up,
surprised for a moment. "That will be the task of your
monitors. And to make them really effective, you will
tell the class that when the monitors are proctoring
your exam, they will have your grade book and will
enter any misbehavior notes right in the grade book for
you. They will warn the seniors that if anyone is
caught cheating, the monitor is empowered to enter a
grade of zero in the grade book for the exam, subject
of course to your review of the situation."
Anne smiled, as she had noted the rather wayward
attitude of seniors and had hoped to be able to take
some action like this. She also secretly agreed with
what Penny was saying, about the perceived humiliation
of having a sophomore place a bad mark in the grade
book for a senior girl!
***
Miss Smithers was beginning to conduct her 2 P.M.
English class when two young women entered the
classroom who looked very sophisticated but not quite
as old as Miss Smithers' class of seniors. The auburn-
haired instructor noticed them entering and asked the
young women to come up to her desk.
"Class," Miss Smithers announced, "this is Laura
Harding and Barbara Boyd. They are sophomores in Miss
Keane's sophomore English class and I have asked them
to join us today because Miss Crawford and I have
decided that monitors are necessary for this class.
Laura and Barbara will be sitting at desks at the rear
corners of the room and they will note anyone who is
talking to their neighbor or otherwise not paying
attention in class. When I am called away, I will ask
one of them, on an alternating basis, to come up front
and take charge of the class during my absence."
Miss Smithers saw Karen Anthony raise her hand. "Yes,
Karen," the teacher said, "What is it?"
"Well, Miss Smithers," Karen began slowly, "do you mean
to give this girl who is younger than we are the
authority to report on us to you? That does seem a bit
strange."
"Karen, and all of you, I have been very dissatisfied
with the conduct of the girls in this class. In order
for me to teach the class properly, I need someone to
take care of discipline. Laura and Barbara will take
notes on behavior, and then report to me. When I am
away, one of them will be in charge. That means that
she also will have my grade book and may put down in
the book appropriate entries or deductions for
misbehavior and also will be given my thin cane to
discipline anyone who needs it. That they are younger
than you are should encourage you all to behave well."
"That seems very unfair, Miss," Karen replied. "I can't
believe you want these girls to sit up there and if
they see someone talking, to be able to put a zero down
in the grade book, much less take over the
responsibility of…caning us."
"That is exactly my intention," Miss Smithers said,
sharply. "I am instructing Laura and Barbara to be very
exacting in their managing this class when I am absent.
I expect them to note in the grade book whenever anyone
misbehaves. And if she tells you to come to the front,
lift your skirt, lower your panties, and bend over for
the cane, you had better obey her if you want to pass
this course."
Then she stiffened her gaze and added, for good
measure, "Anyone who does not obey any direction they
receive from one of the monitors will be awarded a zero
in Conduct for the marking period," Miss Smithers said
with emphasis.
The monitors' mettle soon would be tested. Laura and
Barbara had remained calm and smiling as they stood in
front of the senior girls, mere sophomores but with an
assurance that belied their being younger. Laura had
lovely long blonde hair, flashing blue eyes, and a
sweet-shaped mouth that could turn stern very readily.
Barbara, by contrast, had flaming red hair she wore
long, with a dynamic figure that belied her age.
"I am going to be away for a few minutes at the
department office," Miss Smithers continued. "So I'm
leaving Laura in charge while you read the next
installment in your poetry assignment. Laura, come here
and sit behind my desk and here is the grade book. My
cane is in the right top drawer," Miss Smithers added,
with effect.
The blonde sophomore took the chair behind the
teacher's desk as the room became quite still after the
teacher's departure. It was Nancy Hartley, a
cheerleader and very spirited senior, who tested the
monitor first. She raised her hand, was told to step
forward (so as not to disturb the reading), and stood
in front of Laura seated at the desk in front of the
room.
With very little deference to the monitor's status,
Nancy said, "I need to use the rest room so I'd like to
be able to go now if that is all right." Her mouth
curled in a sneer that belied her low view of the girl
to whom she was speaking. "Miss Smithers has asked us
to restrict anyone leaving for at least the first
twenty minutes," Laura said blandly but with some steel
in her voice, "as pupils are expected to use the
facilities before coming to class and she does not want
a steady procession of girls leaving the room. I
suggest you sit down and I will let you know when it's
time for you to be allowed to leave the room."
Nancy's face turned red, as she really did need to use
the rest room very badly, having forgotten to stop off
after spending her lunchtime locked in her football
captain boyfriend's arms. "You bitch," she sputtered,
turning away from Laura, who, allowing no moment to
pass, snapped loudly, "Come right back here and tell me
you apologize for that remark."
Nancy was shocked, first that she had lost her cool
with this mere sophomore, and second, that she was
getting herself in trouble. She turned and stepped back
and, with a slight tick in her throat, said, "I'm
sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but I really do need
to go." She seemed on the verge of crying, either from
shame or her impending need.
"You are getting a conduct mark in the book for what
you said," Laura replied with a slight smile. "Now go
back to your seat and do the reading Miss Smithers
assigned. Because of what you said, you may have to
wait longer and not be the first one allowed out of the
room."
Nancy grimaced as she felt her impending need in her
bladder become ever more urgent. She said, "I
apologize. I hope you'll reconsider the Conduct mark. I
wasn't expecting this kind of system and again, I'm
sorry for what I said."
Laura sat behind the desk coolly and watched her return
to her seat. Katherine Wilson and Andrea Devons sat in
the front and had heard Nancy being humbled by this
brash sophomore. "I don't think she should be able to
treat a senior that way, Andrea, do you?" Katherine
asked Andrea in a voice clear enough for even Barbara
to hear in the back of the room.
Laura heard it first and said in a clear tone, "Talking
is not allowed. Katherine and Andrea, both of you come
up and stand in front of my desk NOW."
The surprised seniors looked at each other and realized
that they were dealing with someone who knew what she
was about. They slowly stood up and walked up to stand
before their diminutive but assertive superior.
"I'm going to give each of you two Conduct marks in the
grade book, one for talking and two for challenging our
authority. Do either of you have anything to say?" she
said, almost with a sneer.
Katherine demurred but Andrea, who was one of the
brightest girls in the class, snapped at Laura, "You go
ahead and do that to us and just wait until you run
into a few seniors, girlie."
Laura stared her in the face and told to her to stop
that kind of talk right now. Andrea had lost control of
herself and looked as if she was about to punch Laura.
Laura quickly stood and motioned to Katherine to take
her seat and summoned Barbara, her red-haired
colleague, from the rear.
"Barbara," she began, as if Andrea were not present,
"this girl has threatened me and even seemed about to
hit me when I told her she was getting Conduct marks. I
think this is the kind of situation where Miss Smithers
expects us to use her cane."
Andrea blanched and said, still with an edge, "You are
going to cane me?"
"That's exactly what's going to happen," Laura said,
"to any of you who misbehave to the degree that you
have already." She looked at Barbara to assist her if
necessary as Laura took the thin crook-handled cane
from Miss Smithers' desk drawer.
Laura looked both powerful and somewhat sexy as she
held the cane out in her right hand. She said to Andrea
without missing a beat, "You will lift your skirt above
your waist, lower your panties to your knees, and bend
across the desk." In that position, everyone in the
room would have a full view of Andrea's broad bared
bottom.
Andrea now was frightened and did not want a caning.
But Laura had been told not to back off when discipline
had been ordered. "Miss, I'm sorry, I didn't realize
you were serious about this," she pleaded.
"Bend over now," Laura ordered in a firm tone, "or I
shall ask my fellow monitor to assist me in preparing
you for your punishment."
Andrea proceeded to lift her stylish skirt and lower
her pale blue hicut panties to her knees as Barbara had
moved toward her to accomplish her disrobing if she had
resisted any more.
Now, aware that her bare bottom was on view to all, she
bent over the teacher's desk and put her head in her
hands with shame. Laura came around to the front and
laid the cane across the senior's bare white bottom.
"You will receive six with the cane and you will count
them, thank me and ask for another after each stroke,"
she said in a direct quotation of the instructions she
had heard all too often from her mentor, the fierce
Miss Keane. She slowly drew back the cane and with some
competence, flicked her wrist to apply a stinging first
stroke across Andrea's bottom, watching the thin red
tramlines characteristic of a cane stroke slowly
appear.
Andrea was unable to control her pain and screamed at
the stroke. Slowly she recalled the instructions and
quickly said, "One, thank you miss, and give me
another, please."
"Very well," Laura said, following this time-worn
script, "you shall have another." She applied a
stinging stroke right in the girl's crease between her
bottom and her thighs.
"Yoowwwwwww," Andrea cried. She started to say, "Two,
thank you, miss" when Laura, who had been waiting for
some time, applied the third stroke and Andrea
whimpered, "I'm sorry Miss, please give me another. I
hope you won't start over."
Laura smiled now that she had the girl scared that the
punishment, as was traditional when the response was
late or not given, would begin again with the first
stroke. "No, Andrea," she said, "I will spare you that
this one time, but if you miss again, I will recommence
the punishment with the first stroke."
Andrea cringed in embarrassment and now hunkered down.
Laura administered the next two strokes and Andrea gave
the required response without missing. Now Laura fired
a very strong stroke with her wrist that cut across the
earlier strokes in a criss-cross.
Andrea again screamed and then began to cry as she
managed somehow to count the fifth stroke, thank her
punisher, and ask for another. Laura looked down,
grinned, and saw that the frightened Andrea had lost
control of her bladder on that fierce stroke and had
let out a small puddle of yellow urine on the wood
floor.
Not content to keep the embarrassment a secret, Laura
summoned Barbara and announced, "Andrea has lost
control and peed on the floor, Barbara. That means two
extra strokes, does it not?" Barbara rather solemnly
nodded her head and said, "Yes, Laura."
Andrea kept her head down, took the next and sixth
stroke, thanked Laura and said, "I will need those two
extra strokes now, Miss."
Her humiliation was complete. Laura said, "I will
oblige you now with the two extras. You need not
count." She flicked her cane across the bottom two
swift times. For a moment, she regretted not making the
senior hold her legs apart for a cruel administration
of between-the-legs caning.
Now she handed Andrea some tissue. "You will bend down
and clean your mess before you get to pull up your
panties," she said, confirming the humiliation of the
pretty and bright senior.
Andrea bent down, her panties hanging at her knees, and
wiped the floor and threw the tissue in the trashcan.
"Now," Laura said, "you will keep your skirt up and
panties down and proceed to stand with your face in
that corner." She indicated the corner next to
Barbara's monitor desk in the rear.
Andrea was still sobbing and shuffled off to the corner
with her skirt up and everyone able to see her
prominent dark pubic bush as she walked to the corner
and ignominiously leaned into it with her nose on the
corner wall.
***
It was now halfway through the class period and Miss
Smithers returned. Laura stood and gave her a full
report of what had occurred and handed her the grade
book, showing where she had entered bad Conduct marks
and noted the caning of Andrea Devons.
She also told her about Nancy's request and its denial,
and the bad Conduct mark that Nancy had earned for her
nasty remark to Laura.
Miss Smithers summoned Nancy to the desk. "I'm
surprised at you, Nancy," she said. "You're a leader
and I'd hoped you would set a better example for the
others." Then to Nancy's shock, Miss Smithers opened
her desk drawer and removed a small pair of what looked
to be girl's panties with ducks or cartoon characters
on them.
"Remove your panties and hand them to me," she ordered.
"You will wear these for the rest of the school day to
remind you of your need to follow my instructions."
Nancy grimly handed the teacher her rather stylish pink
Victoria's Secret bikini and took back the shameful
little girl's panties which she also had to put on in
front of everyone and pull up, which was difficult
because of their small size and tightness.
She finally finished getting them up. "Miss," she asked
with a pleading note, "I do really need to go now, may
I have permission to go to the girls' room?" she asked.
Miss Smithers smiled and said, "I'm afraid that you
will have to wait a bit longer because of your
behavior, Nancy. But if you should lose control, those
little panties have a plastic lining," she said,
assuringly, to the horror-stricken girl who almost
feared she was about to lose total control and pee in
the panties.
END
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