After that taste of the tawse I was a very good girl!
On the first day of our Christmas interim, Betty and I duly presented the report cards of our first term at the Secretarial School to Mr Burlington. Betty was complimented, and he laughed when he read mine.
"I see a last minute effort, my tawsing encouragements must have made a difference!"
I blushed with saying. "Yes Sir!"
"For your next two weeks, your quota of forgiven mistakes is reduced to only two per week. Keep up your efforts, or else!"
I again blushed for another. "Yes Sir!"
For Christmas Mr Burlington dressed as Santa. We got Champagne and a generous bonus, plus one resounding spanking over his knees for me. I had made one extra mistake.
On board the tram, I slapped the pimple face of a 6th form boy who had asked if I was spanked over Santa's knees. Betty cheered!
With my knee high socks and braids no one could suspect that I was actually over the age of being spanked. It was less embarrassing than looking like a secretary with reddened thighs.
With spring I got a new boyfriend, and was distracted, to say the least! I flunked an important essay. When Miss Pearson, our Principal at the Secretarial School returned our work with grades she said. "In my days, an F meant the cane!"
During our lunch break at the school's cafeteria, I overheard. "My older sister in college had an F. Mom had her bent over the back of the settee with her knickers at half mast, and skirt raised. She got six strokes, she bawled like a banshee, and once done, she danced around the living room with both hands frantically rubbing her butt. After that she never had a grade below C plus."
Later, while tossing in bed, I replayed that conversation over and over while. The vexing little voice of my conscience pestered me. "An F! Your worst grade ever! It should be nipped in the bud!"
I tried to argue. "Mr Burlington doesn't have a cane."
"Buy one at the general store!"
"Mr B said that he wouldn't use a cane."
"Then ask Miss Pearson to cane you!"
I eventually slept.
Next night.
"You deserve to be caned!"
Grgrgrgr!
"And you know it!"
Saturday morning, very early at the General Store, dressed to look as old as possible, I couldn't help blushing while asking. "I would like a cane... please."
I hastily added. "Its for my niece!"
"How old is the naughty girl?"
"Huh... she is seventeen."
The lady called her hubby, "Please bring a cane for a seventeen year girl."
Two minutes later the gentleman handed me a rattan rod. "After six of the best with that she will think twice before repeating the same mistake."
I paid, and tried not to run out of the store. Once on the sidewalk I hastily hid that cane under my coat.
I had another difficult night.
The words of the General Store's owned echoed. "Six of the best with that and she will think twice before repeating the same mistake."
And the nettlesome little voice added. "And don't forget that you deserve it bare butt!"
On Monday after classes, I pulled up my socks, and with butterflies madly dancing in my tummy, I knocked on the door with the gold plate reading Principal.
"Lisa, good afternoon, how may I help you?"
I had prepared a little speech, and forgot it as soon as I entered Miss Pearson's study. I blushed crimson, and hurriedly blurted out. "I deserve to be caned."
Having said that I offered her the cane I had been hiding under my blazer.
She mouthed a surprised, "OH!"
"You indeed deserve the caned for that F, and I was about to say that I no longer have a cane."
I blushed and nodded.
"In my days it was six of the best, and it stung like the Dickens, are you sure that you deserve such a punishment?"
"Yes... Ma'am."
"It was also applied to the bare bottom, do you feel that you should have it on the bare?"
"Huh... ye... yes Ma'am."
"Very well, knickers down, skirt up and bend over that chair."
Blushing crimson I obeyed, and felt my very bare bottom flinching as I heard the cane whistling through the air.
SMACK!
"OH! AH! AIEEEE!"
It was like a stripe of fire burning across my bottom. I stood, and while rubbing my fiery bum my knickers fluttered down my legs till resting on my ankles.
Miss Pearson announced, "You deserve a stroke across your thighs for having broken your position, but I will spare you. Next time, I will cane your thighs so that your miniskirt will show everyone that you have been caned, understood?"
"Huh... ah... ye... yes Ma'am."
I bawled for the next two strokes, and with the fourth one I stood.
I was hurriedly bent back over the chair, but my thighs weren't spared. Although that stroke wasn't as vigorous as the one applied to my butt I cried out.
"OUCHEEEEE!"
For the last two, I gripped the seat of that chair as hard as I could, and remained in position!
"Sniff... sniff..."
"Face the wall outside my office for everyone to see you red bottom, and feel the price of your laziness."
Lisa and co
To be continued...
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Oaks and Pines Role Play Game