Memories of Westminster Lodge: and other schoolgirl spanking tales

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Mrs Summers looked at Janet and said, pointing at the form that was still on her desk, “I just need you to sign this form and, once again, thank you. The headmistress, Mrs Summers, explained to Janet, “Miss Thompson, my secretary, normally witnesses the punishments as I am expected to have a witness these days. Mrs Summers could see the worry on Janet’s face and, answering the unasked question, explained, “Make no mistake, Janet, when I spank you, it will hurt, but nowhere near as much as it will hurt when I then give you twelve strokes of the cane. Mrs Summers smiled again as she took from the pad on her desk a fresh page which Janet saw was also headed, ‘Punishment Log.

Again, she had imagined being in this position so many times, but in those fantasies, she had never felt so defenceless as she did right now, knowing that she had agreed to take twelve strokes of the cane. Janet wasn’t surprised that she was being so obedient, even though Mrs Summers could only have been a few years older than herself. Mrs Summers saw that Janet was holding her bottom and decided to have some fun, bearing in mind this was clearly one of the adult students.Janet wasn’t sure she could handle a conversation like this, but, again, she was the headmistress, and so she replied, “No, headmistress, I wasn’t. To make sure they behave better again in the future, both have to stay for detention and get punished by me one after the other with a bare bottom spanking over my knee. How could one stroke hurt so much, she wondered, and immediately supposed she was right in thinking that Mrs Summers would make each of the strokes she gave her harder than the ones she had given Becky.

So, she couldn’t lie and replied, “Actually I have, headmistress, since I left school and realised it was too late to get the cane.Mrs Summers then wrote on a form, or rather ticked a box and signed her name, and then said, “Okay, Becky, you can go now. However, as much as she was worried about the pain, she knew it was still the experience that she wanted and forced herself up from Mrs Summers' lap, looked towards the now blurred caning table, and walked over to it. What was going through Janet’s mind as well, was how it started as a light-hearted discussion, probably one that was not supposed to go anywhere, and turned into her request to be both spanked and caned. Mrs Summers saw the look on Janet’s face and the questioning tone, and asked, “I can understand why eighteen strokes is a lot, but what if I gave you a bare bottom spanking and then twelve strokes?

Maybe people had thought she was getting the cane; maybe they didn’t know she’d had the strap and liked it, and then … Then his hard thing all the way inside her.

She had to admit how the actual feeling of being across an authoritative woman’s lap was so much better than how she had fantasised about it, but this was reality, after all, and so much more exciting. Janet was quite taken aback by the instruction, but as it was the headmistress, and she had to admit to fancying her rather like with a schoolgirl crush, she followed the headmistress back into the outer office and then through to her study. Janet watched as Becky pushed herself up, and stood up, and when she turned round saw that tears were dribbling down her face and she was sobbing. With that, she also reminded herself that she had never been caned when at school but had so often wondered what it might have felt like. What Janet liked about attending the class here was that all the students were expected to wear the same school uniform as the day pupils, so Janet was wearing her short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with white ankle socks.