I have been granted exclusive access to the diary of Miss Pamela Fawcett, a housemistress at St Audrey’s School for young ladies. This is the first entry.
I was in my room sitting at my desk marking some prep when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and my heart sank. It was Miss Dawson, the home economics teacher, a lady of ample size and one of the old school. This woman is the bane of my life, always wanting me to give girls ‘a damn good thrashing.’ What now I thought, can’t she see I’m busy.
“Yes Miss Dawson, how can I help you?”
“Outside I have a girl in your house; caught her stealing food from my classroom larder.”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “Who is it this time?”
“Melanie Jackson.”
“I see. Did she say why she was stealing food?”
“Didn’t give the little blighter a chance, dragged her straight here. If you ask me she needs a damn good thrashing.”
Here we go again I thought. I hardly knew how to stop myself laughing.
“Yes Miss Dawson, I couldn’t agree more. I’ll see she gets one straight away,” I replied; anything to get rid of her.
“So I can leave it with you then?” said Miss Dawson.
“Yes of course, send her in,” I replied.
Miss Dawson went to the door and opened it.
“Inside girl,” she snapped.
Melanie stepped inside as Miss Dawson went out.
I looked sternly at her as she approached my desk. She is a thirteen years old with dark hair and quite an attractive face although I would say somewhat overweight. She has been in my office before but for nothing serious. I seem to remember I had to give her one stroke of the cane but can’t remember what for. I sat back in my chair.
“Well Melanie, what have you got to say for yourself?”
“Don’t know Miss,” she replied.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You know why you’re here don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“So what have you been up to?” I demanded.
“I took some food from the larder,” she replied.
“Is there any possibility that you might tell me why?” I inquired. “Were you hungry?”
“No Miss.”
“So what then?”
“We wanted it for later.”
“Who’s we?”
“The girls in my dorm.”
“Oh, I see.” I said with a smile on my face. “There’s a midnight feast in the dorm coming up is there?”
“Not now,” replied Melanie.
I wanted to laugh at her quick response, but managed to keep a straight face, after all stealing is a serious offence.
“Whose idea was it to steal the food?”
“Mine Miss.”
I looked questioningly at Melanie. I knew she was lying.
“Come along Melanie, who are you protecting. You’re not devious enough to work this out.”
“It was me Miss,” she protested.
“In that case you will have to suffer the consequences.”
I thought I would give her a chance but she wouldn’t take it so I’m going to have to deal with her accordingly. It’s a shame, she’s not a bad girl, but there it is.
“You know that stealing is a very serious offence don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“If this was outside school you would be in serious trouble with the police, you know that don’t you?”
“I know that Miss.”
“So, you realise that I can’t let this pass. Unless you have anything else to say, I shall have to punish you. Do you really want to be punished to protect someone else?”
“Yes Miss.”
“So have you nothing more to say? This is your last chance.”
“No Miss.”
“In that case I have no alternative but to cane you. I don’t like having to do this.”
I got up and walked over to a cupboard where I have a collection of canes and picked the thinnest one and returned to my desk.
“Very well Melanie. Bend over.”
She bent over and held her ankles. I took up position and laid the cane across her bottom. I’ve decided not to lift her skirt as I feel sorry for her and I remember doing the self same thing when I was at school. I was lucky and didn’t get caught. I’ll give her six to make it look good and it won’t hurt anywhere near as badly as over her knickers.
“Now, I can’t give you less than six for this. It’s one of the most serious offences you can commit. Keep as still as you can because this is going to hurt.”
I could hear Melanie snivelling already so I’d better get on with it.
Swish
Whack!
Swish
Whack!
She gives a little whimper.
Whack!
“Ooowww.”
She tries to get up but manages to stay down. I have to admit she’s taking it better than I thought.
Whack!
“Ouuch.”
Throws her head back.
Whack!
“Ouuuccchh.”
It’s starting to have an effect now and she wiggles her legs.
“Last one Melanie.”
Whack!!!
I give this one some extra effort just to make sure the cane has done its job.
“Yeeeooowww.”
Melanie jumps up and grabs her bottom. I can see from where I’m standing that tears are running down her cheeks. I lower the cane and walk round and face her.
“I’m sorry that I had to do that Melanie, but you brought it on yourself. I’m warning you, next time it will be the head and probable expulsion; is that clear?”
“Yes Miss.” she said with a trembling voice.
“Alright, off you go.”
Melanie left my office and I returned the cane to the cupboard. I then sat down and filled in the punishment book satisfied that I had done a good job. I had to admit that young Melanie had taken her punishment far better than I thought. Then I returned to my marking, thinking, I hope that woman doesn’t bring anybody else to me in a hurry.
I was in my room sitting at my desk marking some prep when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened and my heart sank. It was Miss Dawson, the home economics teacher, a lady of ample size and one of the old school. This woman is the bane of my life, always wanting me to give girls ‘a damn good thrashing.’ What now I thought, can’t she see I’m busy.
“Yes Miss Dawson, how can I help you?”
“Outside I have a girl in your house; caught her stealing food from my classroom larder.”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “Who is it this time?”
“Melanie Jackson.”
“I see. Did she say why she was stealing food?”
“Didn’t give the little blighter a chance, dragged her straight here. If you ask me she needs a damn good thrashing.”
Here we go again I thought. I hardly knew how to stop myself laughing.
“Yes Miss Dawson, I couldn’t agree more. I’ll see she gets one straight away,” I replied; anything to get rid of her.
“So I can leave it with you then?” said Miss Dawson.
“Yes of course, send her in,” I replied.
Miss Dawson went to the door and opened it.
“Inside girl,” she snapped.
Melanie stepped inside as Miss Dawson went out.
I looked sternly at her as she approached my desk. She is a thirteen years old with dark hair and quite an attractive face although I would say somewhat overweight. She has been in my office before but for nothing serious. I seem to remember I had to give her one stroke of the cane but can’t remember what for. I sat back in my chair.
“Well Melanie, what have you got to say for yourself?”
“Don’t know Miss,” she replied.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? You know why you’re here don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“So what have you been up to?” I demanded.
“I took some food from the larder,” she replied.
“Is there any possibility that you might tell me why?” I inquired. “Were you hungry?”
“No Miss.”
“So what then?”
“We wanted it for later.”
“Who’s we?”
“The girls in my dorm.”
“Oh, I see.” I said with a smile on my face. “There’s a midnight feast in the dorm coming up is there?”
“Not now,” replied Melanie.
I wanted to laugh at her quick response, but managed to keep a straight face, after all stealing is a serious offence.
“Whose idea was it to steal the food?”
“Mine Miss.”
I looked questioningly at Melanie. I knew she was lying.
“Come along Melanie, who are you protecting. You’re not devious enough to work this out.”
“It was me Miss,” she protested.
“In that case you will have to suffer the consequences.”
I thought I would give her a chance but she wouldn’t take it so I’m going to have to deal with her accordingly. It’s a shame, she’s not a bad girl, but there it is.
“You know that stealing is a very serious offence don’t you?”
“Yes Miss.”
“If this was outside school you would be in serious trouble with the police, you know that don’t you?”
“I know that Miss.”
“So, you realise that I can’t let this pass. Unless you have anything else to say, I shall have to punish you. Do you really want to be punished to protect someone else?”
“Yes Miss.”
“So have you nothing more to say? This is your last chance.”
“No Miss.”
“In that case I have no alternative but to cane you. I don’t like having to do this.”
I got up and walked over to a cupboard where I have a collection of canes and picked the thinnest one and returned to my desk.
“Very well Melanie. Bend over.”
She bent over and held her ankles. I took up position and laid the cane across her bottom. I’ve decided not to lift her skirt as I feel sorry for her and I remember doing the self same thing when I was at school. I was lucky and didn’t get caught. I’ll give her six to make it look good and it won’t hurt anywhere near as badly as over her knickers.
“Now, I can’t give you less than six for this. It’s one of the most serious offences you can commit. Keep as still as you can because this is going to hurt.”
I could hear Melanie snivelling already so I’d better get on with it.
Swish
Whack!
Swish
Whack!
She gives a little whimper.
Whack!
“Ooowww.”
She tries to get up but manages to stay down. I have to admit she’s taking it better than I thought.
Whack!
“Ouuch.”
Throws her head back.
Whack!
“Ouuuccchh.”
It’s starting to have an effect now and she wiggles her legs.
“Last one Melanie.”
Whack!!!
I give this one some extra effort just to make sure the cane has done its job.
“Yeeeooowww.”
Melanie jumps up and grabs her bottom. I can see from where I’m standing that tears are running down her cheeks. I lower the cane and walk round and face her.
“I’m sorry that I had to do that Melanie, but you brought it on yourself. I’m warning you, next time it will be the head and probable expulsion; is that clear?”
“Yes Miss.” she said with a trembling voice.
“Alright, off you go.”
Melanie left my office and I returned the cane to the cupboard. I then sat down and filled in the punishment book satisfied that I had done a good job. I had to admit that young Melanie had taken her punishment far better than I thought. Then I returned to my marking, thinking, I hope that woman doesn’t bring anybody else to me in a hurry.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:16 pm