Got out of bed later this morning as I had a free lesson straight after assembly. Went down to breakfast to be told that there would be a housemistress’s meeting at eleven. Arranged for a prefect to look after my lesson. On my way to class I saw a girl in the corridor wearing something not quite in keeping with school regulations.
“You girl, come here,” I yelled at her.
The girl came over.
“Yes Miss?”
These girls always look so innocent when they know they’ve done something wrong.
“What are you wearing under your skirt young lady?”
“Who me Miss?”
‘Here we go again, innocent little me.’ I thought to myself.
“Yes you girl.”
I bent down and lifted her skirt by a few inches. A bight crimson piece of material appeared with white lace around the hem.
“Are you colour blind?” I asked.
“Pardon Miss?”
“Oh for heaven sake stop messing around. Do I have to spell it out to you? Let me see your knickers.”
The girl lifted her skirt and I could see that she was actually wearing the regulation variety. As she did this, several girls walked past and at ogled at proceedings.
“Remove this offending item and report to me after dinner. What’s your name?”
“Josephine Boardman, Miss.”
“I’ll see you later, now clear off.”
I must be honest and say that I get fed up with girls trying to break the rules all the time and then trying to come the innocent. Why the hell they don’t just admit it I don’t know. I then went off to class and I was in a foul mood all the way through the lesson. It didn’t take much to upset me and I took my feelings out on some poor girl. I caught her talking and had her out the front. I found an old black plimsoll in the desk draw so I bent her over the desk and gave her six damn good whacks with it. Poor girl was in tears for the rest of the lesson but it made me feel better. Of course, it was grossly unfair of me but that’s how life goes sometimes; I had my share of unfair punishments when I was a girl.
When the lesson ended, I went off to the housemistress’s meeting. It was all about arrangements for Founders Day. I hate that. I have to spend all day being nice to these obnoxious parents going on about their wonderful offspring; if only they knew what little sods some of them are.
Meeting over I went off to dinner in the dining room and then to my room to deal with the girl with the racy underslip. She was already waiting for me when I got there. I opened the door and took her in. I wasn’t going to mess around so I went straight to the cupboard where I keep all my canes. Heaven knows why I’ve got so many; I never use most of them. I suppose I’ve just collected them over the years. I took one out and went to the girl who was now standing in front of my desk.
“Let’s not waste any time over this, you were wearing an illegal underskirt; hold out your hand.”
The girl now looked frightened and I could see her hand shaking as she held it out. I moved it up into where it was most comfortable for me. It’s strange but when you tell a girl to hold her hand out she always keeps it too low. I gave her a couple of sharp whacks across the ends of her fingers which made her wince and bite her lip. I know how much it hurts across the fingertips.
“Get out; and if I catch you again you’ll really know about it.”
She tried to make a dignified exit but couldn’t resist putting her hand under her armpit.
After that, it was time for a bit of light relief. It was cross-country running for the afternoon and it was my turn along with one of the other housemistresses to go out and look for slackers. These were the girls who got part way round the course and then went off for a smoke before joining in just before the end. I made my way to the start and watched as the girls set off. My colleague went off in one direction and I went off in another. We always had a competition to see who could catch the most girls.
I started walking trying to keep out of sight of the runners. It never ceases to amaze me with these girls; they know we’re on the lookout for them but they still try it on. I seemed to have been walking for ages and I thought I was going to have to go back empty handed but then lady luck intervened. I just glimpsed a head peeping out from behind a tree; fortunately, the head didn’t see me. I crept quietly up to the tree and found two girls sitting on the ground talking.
“Enjoying ourselves are we?”
The two girls gasped and went bright red in the face.
“Get up and get on with the run. If I catch you hiding again you won’t sit down let alone run. See me in my room the moment you get back.”
The two girls raced off at high speed and I pressed on. I hadn’t gone far when I thought I could see a faint plume of blue smoke rising from behind a bush. On closer inspection, I was right. Three girls were standing in a group smoking. As soon as I appeared they dropped their cigarettes.
“We were just going Miss,” said one of them.
‘Like hell you are’ I thought to myself.
“Yes, you are, straight to my room afterwards. Now get on with it.”
The girls ran off and I couldn’t help looking at their bums in their PE knickers, which I would be caning in an hour or so’s time. I slowly made my way back to the finish. I had won the competition as my colleague had only managed to catch three. I made my way back to my room; took off my coat and boots and then made my way to my study. The first two girls that I had caught were waiting outside my door, shivering; I suspect partly through nerves and partly through the cold. The corridor wasn’t the exactly the warmest part of the old building.
“Inside, the pair of you.”
The two young girls went in and stood in front of my desk; I went round to the other side.
“So, you thought you’d have an easy time did you?”
“No Miss Fawcett; we were just taking a breather,” said one of them.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“It may interest you to know that you’re not the first person to say that; in fact just about everybody says that.”
“But its true Miss Fawcett,” protested the second girl.
“Yes, yes dear, of course it is. You’re second years aren’t you?”
They both nodded. I bent down and took my trusty old plimsoll from my desk drawer.
“You stand over there,” I said to one girl.
“You bend over,” I said to the other one.
The girl bent over and held her ankles while the other stood where I had pointed to.
Whaaappp!!
I applied the slipper firmly to the middle of the girl’s bottom, which brought a small gasp. I didn’t bother lifting her very short skirt as most of her knickers were visible already.
Whaapp!!
The next one brought a louder gasp.
I gave her two more stingers and told her to stand up, which she did with watery eyes.
“You can go,” I said.
“You come here.” I said to the other one.
She duly obliged and took her four with a few gasps. Then I sent her out rubbing her bottom.
In the staff room we’re all agreed that there’s nothing like the sound of a slipper on a pair of tight PE knickers. We also have an unwritten code of punishment for these occasions. Three whacks for first years, four for second and six for the rest; it seems to work quite well.
Now it a question of waiting for the three older girls, fifth formers, one of whom was in my house. Her backside and my cane were already firm friends! I didn’t have to wait long before there was a knock on the door. In fact, I just had time to select one of my thicker canes and place it on my desk.
“Come in.” I called.
Three girls of varying shapes and sizes entered, all three with red races flush from the exercise of having to finish the course.
“Well well, what have we here? Three intelligent girls getting caught smoking. Did you leave your brains behind?”
One of the girls Marcia Williams attempted a smile at my feeble joke.
“Anything to say before I thrash your backsides?” I asked picking up the cane.
Three looked nervously at one another but nobody answered. There wasn’t much point really; they knew they had been caught red handed.
“Alright Rhoda, you’re first, you two wait outside.”
Marcia and Enid left the room.
“Over the desk,” I ordered, tapping it with my cane.
I saw Rhoda take a deep breath before doing so. She knew that she was going to need it. Smoking and missing the run was a sure six. I drew back the cane and swiped.
Thwaaacckk!!!
“Aaaagghh.”
Rhoda’s head lurched back and her hands gripped the desk turning her knuckles white.
Thwaacckk!!
“Ooooowwwch”
Again, her head went back and I could see her face twisted against the pain.
I continued with the next four to the accompaniment of cries of pain and stamping of feet. I could see tears flowing after she had taken four. No girl ever took six with that cane without shedding many a tear.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
As Rhoda stood up, I took a box of tissues from my desk, which I kept for these occasions, and handed her one.
“You may go when you’re ready,” I said, trying to sound just a little sympathetic.
She wiped her eyes and then left.
The next two took their caning in similar fashion although Enid tried to get up on two occasions so I had to push her down again. Once all three had gone, I replaced the cane and left my study. Somehow, it all seems a waste of time. Girls since time began have always tried to break the rules and end up getting punished for it; but since it’s all part of my job I have to carry it out.
“You girl, come here,” I yelled at her.
The girl came over.
“Yes Miss?”
These girls always look so innocent when they know they’ve done something wrong.
“What are you wearing under your skirt young lady?”
“Who me Miss?”
‘Here we go again, innocent little me.’ I thought to myself.
“Yes you girl.”
I bent down and lifted her skirt by a few inches. A bight crimson piece of material appeared with white lace around the hem.
“Are you colour blind?” I asked.
“Pardon Miss?”
“Oh for heaven sake stop messing around. Do I have to spell it out to you? Let me see your knickers.”
The girl lifted her skirt and I could see that she was actually wearing the regulation variety. As she did this, several girls walked past and at ogled at proceedings.
“Remove this offending item and report to me after dinner. What’s your name?”
“Josephine Boardman, Miss.”
“I’ll see you later, now clear off.”
I must be honest and say that I get fed up with girls trying to break the rules all the time and then trying to come the innocent. Why the hell they don’t just admit it I don’t know. I then went off to class and I was in a foul mood all the way through the lesson. It didn’t take much to upset me and I took my feelings out on some poor girl. I caught her talking and had her out the front. I found an old black plimsoll in the desk draw so I bent her over the desk and gave her six damn good whacks with it. Poor girl was in tears for the rest of the lesson but it made me feel better. Of course, it was grossly unfair of me but that’s how life goes sometimes; I had my share of unfair punishments when I was a girl.
When the lesson ended, I went off to the housemistress’s meeting. It was all about arrangements for Founders Day. I hate that. I have to spend all day being nice to these obnoxious parents going on about their wonderful offspring; if only they knew what little sods some of them are.
Meeting over I went off to dinner in the dining room and then to my room to deal with the girl with the racy underslip. She was already waiting for me when I got there. I opened the door and took her in. I wasn’t going to mess around so I went straight to the cupboard where I keep all my canes. Heaven knows why I’ve got so many; I never use most of them. I suppose I’ve just collected them over the years. I took one out and went to the girl who was now standing in front of my desk.
“Let’s not waste any time over this, you were wearing an illegal underskirt; hold out your hand.”
The girl now looked frightened and I could see her hand shaking as she held it out. I moved it up into where it was most comfortable for me. It’s strange but when you tell a girl to hold her hand out she always keeps it too low. I gave her a couple of sharp whacks across the ends of her fingers which made her wince and bite her lip. I know how much it hurts across the fingertips.
“Get out; and if I catch you again you’ll really know about it.”
She tried to make a dignified exit but couldn’t resist putting her hand under her armpit.
After that, it was time for a bit of light relief. It was cross-country running for the afternoon and it was my turn along with one of the other housemistresses to go out and look for slackers. These were the girls who got part way round the course and then went off for a smoke before joining in just before the end. I made my way to the start and watched as the girls set off. My colleague went off in one direction and I went off in another. We always had a competition to see who could catch the most girls.
I started walking trying to keep out of sight of the runners. It never ceases to amaze me with these girls; they know we’re on the lookout for them but they still try it on. I seemed to have been walking for ages and I thought I was going to have to go back empty handed but then lady luck intervened. I just glimpsed a head peeping out from behind a tree; fortunately, the head didn’t see me. I crept quietly up to the tree and found two girls sitting on the ground talking.
“Enjoying ourselves are we?”
The two girls gasped and went bright red in the face.
“Get up and get on with the run. If I catch you hiding again you won’t sit down let alone run. See me in my room the moment you get back.”
The two girls raced off at high speed and I pressed on. I hadn’t gone far when I thought I could see a faint plume of blue smoke rising from behind a bush. On closer inspection, I was right. Three girls were standing in a group smoking. As soon as I appeared they dropped their cigarettes.
“We were just going Miss,” said one of them.
‘Like hell you are’ I thought to myself.
“Yes, you are, straight to my room afterwards. Now get on with it.”
The girls ran off and I couldn’t help looking at their bums in their PE knickers, which I would be caning in an hour or so’s time. I slowly made my way back to the finish. I had won the competition as my colleague had only managed to catch three. I made my way back to my room; took off my coat and boots and then made my way to my study. The first two girls that I had caught were waiting outside my door, shivering; I suspect partly through nerves and partly through the cold. The corridor wasn’t the exactly the warmest part of the old building.
“Inside, the pair of you.”
The two young girls went in and stood in front of my desk; I went round to the other side.
“So, you thought you’d have an easy time did you?”
“No Miss Fawcett; we were just taking a breather,” said one of them.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“It may interest you to know that you’re not the first person to say that; in fact just about everybody says that.”
“But its true Miss Fawcett,” protested the second girl.
“Yes, yes dear, of course it is. You’re second years aren’t you?”
They both nodded. I bent down and took my trusty old plimsoll from my desk drawer.
“You stand over there,” I said to one girl.
“You bend over,” I said to the other one.
The girl bent over and held her ankles while the other stood where I had pointed to.
Whaaappp!!
I applied the slipper firmly to the middle of the girl’s bottom, which brought a small gasp. I didn’t bother lifting her very short skirt as most of her knickers were visible already.
Whaapp!!
The next one brought a louder gasp.
I gave her two more stingers and told her to stand up, which she did with watery eyes.
“You can go,” I said.
“You come here.” I said to the other one.
She duly obliged and took her four with a few gasps. Then I sent her out rubbing her bottom.
In the staff room we’re all agreed that there’s nothing like the sound of a slipper on a pair of tight PE knickers. We also have an unwritten code of punishment for these occasions. Three whacks for first years, four for second and six for the rest; it seems to work quite well.
Now it a question of waiting for the three older girls, fifth formers, one of whom was in my house. Her backside and my cane were already firm friends! I didn’t have to wait long before there was a knock on the door. In fact, I just had time to select one of my thicker canes and place it on my desk.
“Come in.” I called.
Three girls of varying shapes and sizes entered, all three with red races flush from the exercise of having to finish the course.
“Well well, what have we here? Three intelligent girls getting caught smoking. Did you leave your brains behind?”
One of the girls Marcia Williams attempted a smile at my feeble joke.
“Anything to say before I thrash your backsides?” I asked picking up the cane.
Three looked nervously at one another but nobody answered. There wasn’t much point really; they knew they had been caught red handed.
“Alright Rhoda, you’re first, you two wait outside.”
Marcia and Enid left the room.
“Over the desk,” I ordered, tapping it with my cane.
I saw Rhoda take a deep breath before doing so. She knew that she was going to need it. Smoking and missing the run was a sure six. I drew back the cane and swiped.
Thwaaacckk!!!
“Aaaagghh.”
Rhoda’s head lurched back and her hands gripped the desk turning her knuckles white.
Thwaacckk!!
“Ooooowwwch”
Again, her head went back and I could see her face twisted against the pain.
I continued with the next four to the accompaniment of cries of pain and stamping of feet. I could see tears flowing after she had taken four. No girl ever took six with that cane without shedding many a tear.
“Stand up,” I ordered.
As Rhoda stood up, I took a box of tissues from my desk, which I kept for these occasions, and handed her one.
“You may go when you’re ready,” I said, trying to sound just a little sympathetic.
She wiped her eyes and then left.
The next two took their caning in similar fashion although Enid tried to get up on two occasions so I had to push her down again. Once all three had gone, I replaced the cane and left my study. Somehow, it all seems a waste of time. Girls since time began have always tried to break the rules and end up getting punished for it; but since it’s all part of my job I have to carry it out.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:19 pm