Young Debbie Jones was on her way to school on her birthday. First, she met her friend Karen, who gave her a present, and then her other friend Sally, who also gave her a present.
“Some make-up for you Deb.”
“Thanks Sal, can’t wait to try it out,” replied Debbie.
“Put some on at morning break,” suggested Karen.
“That’s a great idea,” said Debbie. “I’ll share it; all of us can put some on.”
“Thanks Debs,” said Sally.
Break time arrived and all three girls went to the washroom to try out the makeup. Alas, they forgot one thing; to keep a look out, and after only a few minutes a prefect came in. “Give me that, I’m taking you straight to Miss Woods,” she said snatching the makeup.
The prefect marched off, followed by three despondent girls. At Miss Woods’ room, the prefect knocked on the door; no reply.
“You three wait here while I find her,” said the prefect.
“Just our luck,” groaned Sally.
“And on my birthday too,” added Debbie. “I suppose it’ll be the slipper as usual.”
“Never mind, we know Woodsy never slippers very hard,” said Karen.
Very soon, the figure of Miss Woods, wearing her dark tracksuit, came striding around the corner carrying Debbie’s makeup.
“You three again,” she sighed, as she unlocked her office door. “Come in.”
The three girls went in and stood in front of Miss Woods’s desk, while she sat down and put the makeup on the desk. Then she sat back and looked at the girls.
“So, here we are again. How many times is it that you three have been in here?”
The girls looked at one another but none of them answered.
“Well, I’ll tell you, too many. I’m not going to waste my time lecturing you; you know the rules and you know the consequences. I shall also be giving you a note to take home to your parents; come back at the end of school and collect them. I’ll take you first Sally. Debbie and Karen wait outside.”
Debbie and Karen left, as Miss Woods opened a drawer in her desk, and took out a plimsoll.
“What d’you think we’ll get?” asked Debbie.
Karen shrugged. “Three I suppose.”
The pair waited for the inevitable thwack, which seemed a long time coming. It was soon followed by a second, and then a third, but this one was followed by a faint ouch. Debbie and Karen then expected the door to open, and Sally to emerge; but no. A fourth whack and another ouch. Karen and Debbie looked at each other in horror; could this be a sixer? Indeed, it was. Sally came out rubbing her bottom and face flushed.
“You next Karen,” she said.
Karen went in, and as she did so, Debbie just caught a glimpse of Miss Woods standing, smacking the slipper onto her empty hand.
“Crikey that stung,” gasped Sally. She stopped, rubbing her bottom and wiping her watery eyes.
“Was it that bad?” asked a very anxious Debbie.
“Bad enough,” replied Sally.
“She’s never slippered that hard before,” said Debbie, as the first of Karen’s whacks could be heard.
Both girls stopped and listened to Karen suffering her six, and then she came out in much the same state as Sally. Debbie went in and closed the door.
“So Debbie, not the way to spend your birthday, is it?” said Miss Woods.
“No Miss.”
“I’m sorry that it’s come to this but my patience with you girls is exhausted.”
“I’m sorry Miss,” grovelled Debbie.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that Debbie. Now bend over the desk please.”
The birthday girl leaned over the desk, and Miss Woods pushed her down further. Then she raised her already short skirt, and then delivered the first whack.
Outside Karen and Sally were commiserating with each other. They both knew what was in store at home when they presented the notes to their mother. Meanwhile back in Miss Woods’s room Debbie was suffering whack after whack and making plenty of noise as well. Finally, her six was over, and Miss Woods told her to get up.
“I hope this is the final time for this Debbie; if not, it will be a visit to the headmistress, and you know what that means.”
“Yes Miss, I do.”
“Off you go then, and don’t forget to collect your letter.”
“No Miss, I won’t.”
Miss Woods watched Debbie go, and shook her head slowly in disbelief.
‘Ok Debs?” asked Sally.
“Just about,” replied Debbie, rubbing her burning bottom.
“Come on you two, we’re late for next lesson already,” urged Karen.
The girls were indeed late.
“You’re late. Detention tonight,” snapped Mrs Wrigley, as the girls entered the room.
“Sorry Miss, we had to see Miss Woods. It wasn’t our fault,” pleaded Karen.
“Not my concern. Go and sit down.”
What a day, six of the best, detention, and a certain thrashing when they got home.
After serving their one-hour detention, the three girls made their way home in a state of deep gloom. The effect of Miss Woods’s slippering had worn off, but the effect of her note home had yet to come. Karen was the first one to get home, as she lived the nearest, and her mother was not happy to say the least.
“Karen, I warned you about what would happen if I got one of these notes again. Go to the shed and fetch me a cane.”
“Oh mum, no. It wasn’t that bad. We were just playing with some make up.”
“I don’t care, fetch the cane.”
Karen knew better than to argue, and went off down the garden path to collect a cane. On her return, she went up to her bedroom where her mother was waiting; all punishments were carried out in the bedroom. Karen handed the cane to her mother.
“You know what to do,” said her mother in an abrupt tone.
Karen did indeed know what to do. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers and tights.
“Bend over,” ordered her mother.
Karen, who was by now shaking like a leaf, bent over and held her ankles. Her mother pulled up her skirt to get a clear shot at Karen’s bottom; it looked so vulnerable.
Whack!!
“Ooooowww,” squealed Karen.
Next door, Karen’s sister was listening intently to what was going on, and winced at each stroke. She too was no stranger to mum’s cane either.
Whack!!!
“Yeeeoooowww’.”
Poor Karen continued to suffer, until six painful strokes had been delivered. To make matters worse, she was ordered to return the cane to the shed.
Next to get home was Sally.
“I’m sick to death of you and your misbehaving, get up those stairs,” shouted her mother angrily, giving Sally a push in the right direction, after reading the note.
Poor Sally knew exactly what was in store, as she dejectedly made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Retribution was not long in coming. She soon heard the tread of her mother’s feet on the stairs and waited while her mother went to her bedroom to collect her hairbrush.
“Get those knickers off,” said her mother as she entered the room.
Sally fumbled as she took them off, nerves starting to kick in. She laid them on the bed and went over to her mother who had sat herself down on a wicker chair in the corner.
“Get over my lap.’ said Mum.
Sally draped herself over her mum’s lap, and waited for the worst.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
The ferocity of the whacks nearly took Sally’s breath away, and it wasn’t long before she was howling and twisting to try to get free. Her bottom soon got redder and redder, and her yells got louder and louder. By the time her mum had finished, Sally was a blubbering wreck.
Debbie, by contrast was the luckiest one, although she did have to wait a long time until her mother got home. Like the other two, she was sent to her room, but her mother was very calm and cold about it all. She had to wait some time before her mother appeared with an old gym shoe; the waiting was all part of the build up.
“Debbie, I’m very disappointed in you, this is not the sort of behaviour I expect from my daughter. I’m very grateful to Miss Woods for giving you the slipper, but I’m afraid that’s not the end of it. I would be failing in my duty as a parent if I didn’t take action. Have you anything to say before I slipper you?”
“Just that I’m sorry mum; I’ll try to behave better in future.”
“I hope you do for your bottoms sake; now let’s have you bending over please.”
“Yes mum.”
Debbie bent over and held her ankles, while her mother pulled up her skirt and slip.
Whaaapppp!!!
“Oooowwwwch.”
Whaaaappp!!!
“Yeeeoooowww.”
Debbie did not receive the expected six, but eight real stingers, which left her sore and in tears.
“Now young lady, think very carefully how you behave in future, I can always increase your punishment further,” said her mother before leaving the room.
Next morning the three girls compared notes, and concluded that Debbie had got off lightly compared to Sally and Karen.
“Some make-up for you Deb.”
“Thanks Sal, can’t wait to try it out,” replied Debbie.
“Put some on at morning break,” suggested Karen.
“That’s a great idea,” said Debbie. “I’ll share it; all of us can put some on.”
“Thanks Debs,” said Sally.
Break time arrived and all three girls went to the washroom to try out the makeup. Alas, they forgot one thing; to keep a look out, and after only a few minutes a prefect came in. “Give me that, I’m taking you straight to Miss Woods,” she said snatching the makeup.
The prefect marched off, followed by three despondent girls. At Miss Woods’ room, the prefect knocked on the door; no reply.
“You three wait here while I find her,” said the prefect.
“Just our luck,” groaned Sally.
“And on my birthday too,” added Debbie. “I suppose it’ll be the slipper as usual.”
“Never mind, we know Woodsy never slippers very hard,” said Karen.
Very soon, the figure of Miss Woods, wearing her dark tracksuit, came striding around the corner carrying Debbie’s makeup.
“You three again,” she sighed, as she unlocked her office door. “Come in.”
The three girls went in and stood in front of Miss Woods’s desk, while she sat down and put the makeup on the desk. Then she sat back and looked at the girls.
“So, here we are again. How many times is it that you three have been in here?”
The girls looked at one another but none of them answered.
“Well, I’ll tell you, too many. I’m not going to waste my time lecturing you; you know the rules and you know the consequences. I shall also be giving you a note to take home to your parents; come back at the end of school and collect them. I’ll take you first Sally. Debbie and Karen wait outside.”
Debbie and Karen left, as Miss Woods opened a drawer in her desk, and took out a plimsoll.
“What d’you think we’ll get?” asked Debbie.
Karen shrugged. “Three I suppose.”
The pair waited for the inevitable thwack, which seemed a long time coming. It was soon followed by a second, and then a third, but this one was followed by a faint ouch. Debbie and Karen then expected the door to open, and Sally to emerge; but no. A fourth whack and another ouch. Karen and Debbie looked at each other in horror; could this be a sixer? Indeed, it was. Sally came out rubbing her bottom and face flushed.
“You next Karen,” she said.
Karen went in, and as she did so, Debbie just caught a glimpse of Miss Woods standing, smacking the slipper onto her empty hand.
“Crikey that stung,” gasped Sally. She stopped, rubbing her bottom and wiping her watery eyes.
“Was it that bad?” asked a very anxious Debbie.
“Bad enough,” replied Sally.
“She’s never slippered that hard before,” said Debbie, as the first of Karen’s whacks could be heard.
Both girls stopped and listened to Karen suffering her six, and then she came out in much the same state as Sally. Debbie went in and closed the door.
“So Debbie, not the way to spend your birthday, is it?” said Miss Woods.
“No Miss.”
“I’m sorry that it’s come to this but my patience with you girls is exhausted.”
“I’m sorry Miss,” grovelled Debbie.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that Debbie. Now bend over the desk please.”
The birthday girl leaned over the desk, and Miss Woods pushed her down further. Then she raised her already short skirt, and then delivered the first whack.
Outside Karen and Sally were commiserating with each other. They both knew what was in store at home when they presented the notes to their mother. Meanwhile back in Miss Woods’s room Debbie was suffering whack after whack and making plenty of noise as well. Finally, her six was over, and Miss Woods told her to get up.
“I hope this is the final time for this Debbie; if not, it will be a visit to the headmistress, and you know what that means.”
“Yes Miss, I do.”
“Off you go then, and don’t forget to collect your letter.”
“No Miss, I won’t.”
Miss Woods watched Debbie go, and shook her head slowly in disbelief.
‘Ok Debs?” asked Sally.
“Just about,” replied Debbie, rubbing her burning bottom.
“Come on you two, we’re late for next lesson already,” urged Karen.
The girls were indeed late.
“You’re late. Detention tonight,” snapped Mrs Wrigley, as the girls entered the room.
“Sorry Miss, we had to see Miss Woods. It wasn’t our fault,” pleaded Karen.
“Not my concern. Go and sit down.”
What a day, six of the best, detention, and a certain thrashing when they got home.
After serving their one-hour detention, the three girls made their way home in a state of deep gloom. The effect of Miss Woods’s slippering had worn off, but the effect of her note home had yet to come. Karen was the first one to get home, as she lived the nearest, and her mother was not happy to say the least.
“Karen, I warned you about what would happen if I got one of these notes again. Go to the shed and fetch me a cane.”
“Oh mum, no. It wasn’t that bad. We were just playing with some make up.”
“I don’t care, fetch the cane.”
Karen knew better than to argue, and went off down the garden path to collect a cane. On her return, she went up to her bedroom where her mother was waiting; all punishments were carried out in the bedroom. Karen handed the cane to her mother.
“You know what to do,” said her mother in an abrupt tone.
Karen did indeed know what to do. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers and tights.
“Bend over,” ordered her mother.
Karen, who was by now shaking like a leaf, bent over and held her ankles. Her mother pulled up her skirt to get a clear shot at Karen’s bottom; it looked so vulnerable.
Whack!!
“Ooooowww,” squealed Karen.
Next door, Karen’s sister was listening intently to what was going on, and winced at each stroke. She too was no stranger to mum’s cane either.
Whack!!!
“Yeeeoooowww’.”
Poor Karen continued to suffer, until six painful strokes had been delivered. To make matters worse, she was ordered to return the cane to the shed.
Next to get home was Sally.
“I’m sick to death of you and your misbehaving, get up those stairs,” shouted her mother angrily, giving Sally a push in the right direction, after reading the note.
Poor Sally knew exactly what was in store, as she dejectedly made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Retribution was not long in coming. She soon heard the tread of her mother’s feet on the stairs and waited while her mother went to her bedroom to collect her hairbrush.
“Get those knickers off,” said her mother as she entered the room.
Sally fumbled as she took them off, nerves starting to kick in. She laid them on the bed and went over to her mother who had sat herself down on a wicker chair in the corner.
“Get over my lap.’ said Mum.
Sally draped herself over her mum’s lap, and waited for the worst.
Whack.
Whack.
Whack.
The ferocity of the whacks nearly took Sally’s breath away, and it wasn’t long before she was howling and twisting to try to get free. Her bottom soon got redder and redder, and her yells got louder and louder. By the time her mum had finished, Sally was a blubbering wreck.
Debbie, by contrast was the luckiest one, although she did have to wait a long time until her mother got home. Like the other two, she was sent to her room, but her mother was very calm and cold about it all. She had to wait some time before her mother appeared with an old gym shoe; the waiting was all part of the build up.
“Debbie, I’m very disappointed in you, this is not the sort of behaviour I expect from my daughter. I’m very grateful to Miss Woods for giving you the slipper, but I’m afraid that’s not the end of it. I would be failing in my duty as a parent if I didn’t take action. Have you anything to say before I slipper you?”
“Just that I’m sorry mum; I’ll try to behave better in future.”
“I hope you do for your bottoms sake; now let’s have you bending over please.”
“Yes mum.”
Debbie bent over and held her ankles, while her mother pulled up her skirt and slip.
Whaaapppp!!!
“Oooowwwwch.”
Whaaaappp!!!
“Yeeeoooowww.”
Debbie did not receive the expected six, but eight real stingers, which left her sore and in tears.
“Now young lady, think very carefully how you behave in future, I can always increase your punishment further,” said her mother before leaving the room.
Next morning the three girls compared notes, and concluded that Debbie had got off lightly compared to Sally and Karen.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Thu Jan 05, 2017 9:59 pm