Miss Helen Howarth, the new junior maths mistress at St Mary’s school for Girls, was duty mistress on a Saturday afternoon near the end of the summer term. She had a school friend visiting. Jessica Morgan had been Helen’s fag at school and had been punished by her on many occasions. She had had a crush on Helen and had happily carried out chores such as cleaning Helen’s bike, running errands and tidying her study. The girls were still friends but Jessica was still in awe of her former prefect mistress even though she was now in her first year at university. Jessica had arrived wearing her cheerleader uniform, with a dark blue cropped top and a miniskirt with a small silver horseshoe just above the hem of the same colour. Her blonde hair reached down to her bare shoulders.
“You are rather scantily clad Jessica,” commented Helen Howarth.
“You made me call you Ma’am,” blushed Jessica.
Jessica’s heart was racing as she wondered whether strict Miss Howarth would discipline her.
“Yes Ma’am.” Replied Jessica quietly.
Miss Howarth made a few small alterations to Jessica’s position and then started spanking her with hard, loud spanks landing on alternate sides of her bare bottom.
Quiet “ouches”, “ows” and “ahs” demonstrated that Jessica was once again learning her lesson.
After about twenty spanks Jessica brought her right hand up to protect her vulnerable bare bottom. Helen spanked the illegal hand hard and it was quickly withdrawn.
The twelve hard extra spanks were given slowly and carefully and then Jessica was allowed to stand and replace her pants. Her hands went immediately to sooth her stinging bottom. Her lips were trembling, her pretty face was very pink, and there were tears in her eyes.
“What do you say now girl?” asked Miss Howarth.
“Thank you Ma’am,” replied Jessica bending forward to kiss Miss Howarth’s proffered right hand.
“Yes Ma’am.” Jessica went quickly to obey her orders with one hand clasped to her bottom.
There was a knock at the study door.
There were some other young people standing just behind head girl Vicky and senior prefect Jilly.
“Sorry to disturb you Miss, but are you duty mistress?” said Vicky.
“Yes Ma’am,” replied Jessica, her face going very red and a fresh crop of tears forming in her eyes. She felt extremely embarrassed as she shook hands with Vicky and Jilly who looked at her with amused disdain.
“Yes Ma’am,” replied Jessica obeying quickly.
“Thank goodness Miss Gregory isn’t here,” whispered Julie Spencer waiting in the corridor outside Miss Howarth’s room.
“No definitely not. It was not a nice experience at all,” replied her sister making a face and emphatically rubbing her plump but shapely bottom with both hands, remembering the caning she had received.
“How come you got caned?” whispered James.
“I suppose Miss Howarth could report us to Miss Gregory and she might cane us later.” suggested Angela.
“Oh gosh yes that was really severe,” whispered Angela remembering the occasion clearly.
Further conversation was silenced when Vicky ordered the squash players to come in to see Miss Howarth.
“Come in you four.” Miss Howarth got to her feet.
“It’s Angela and Julie Spencer isn’t it?” Miss Howarth addressed the twins.
‘Yes Miss,” replied the twins in unison. They and the boys were dressed for squash wearing white blouses and white shorts. The girls had their light brown hair in ponytails.
The dark haired boys stepped forward and politely shook Miss Howarth’s hand. The small, slim mistress looked very attractive in a white blouse and a blue knee length skirt. Her feet were in high-heeled shoes and her short dark hair surrounded her pale face.
“Which school are you from boys?” asked the mistress.
“I think I can manage now thank you Vicky and Jilly. You may go.” said Miss Howarth.
“Would you like us to help you punish them Miss?” Asked Vicky thinking it would be nice to whack the Spencer twins’ attractive bottoms and possibly also gain some experience of punishing boys. Jilly had slippered the twins twice this year already and would be happy to practice her skills on them again.
The senior girls resumed their patrol of the school grounds looking for naughty girls or trespassers.
Angela touched her sister’s hand and tried to explain what had happened.
“Go on girl,” snapped Miss Howarth.
“But you didn’t?” prompted Miss Howarth.
Julie’s fingers tightened on Angela’s trying to reassure her sister and give her courage.
“We had some water and started chatting and sort of got friendly with each other – er you see Miss we’re very good friends at home and we have been to their parties.” Angela was blushing now.
“What do you mean ‘Got friendly with each other’, girl?” Miss Howarth asked coming close to Angela and looking into her eyes.
“Why were your blouses undone when you were caught?” asked the mistress.
“Oh I can explain Miss – er sorry Miss – Andrew had said he had some mints in the pocket of his shorts and I could help myself. I was trying to feel for them with my fingers.” explained Julie.
“Oh, please no Miss,” said Julie remembering very clearly the caning she and Angela had received at the beginning of term.
Angela waited anxiously, her left ear tingling as it was released.
“What’s this red mark on your neck Angela?” asked Miss Howarth looking closely under the collar of Angela’s blouse.
“I think it’s a love bite,” said Miss Howarth and reaching for Angela’s ear again turned her to the left so she was facing the study window.
“What has that to do with it girl?” asked Miss Howarth.
“Yes Miss,” Angela squirmed anxiously wondering what Miss Howarth was planning to do to her and the others.
‘Er, yes I suppose so Miss,” replied Angela wishing she and Julie hadn’t agreed to the boys coming over.
“And punishments,” prompted Miss Howarth.
“Sorry Miss. And punishments Miss.” replied Angela with a shiver.
“She might just be lenient because we will soon be leaving St Mary’s?” suggested Angela hopefully.
Miss Howarth turned her attention to the two boys.
“I take it you boys are still at school?” she asked.
“Yes.” replied James rather grudgingly.
Miss Howarth reached forward and grabbed him by an ear which she twisted with her small strong fingers to gain his full attention.
“I would strongly advise you to be polite boy.” She said. “I’ll repeat my question. I take it you boys are still at school?” Miss Howarth tightened her grip on the boy’s ear.
“Yes Miss.” The boys replied in unison.
“Well actually, no Miss,” replied Andrew.
“What does he do to boys who leave the school without permission? And who trespass in a girls’ school?” asked Miss Howarth.
“He usually canes them Miss,” came the worried answer.
The four pupils listened anxiously.
The twins and their boyfriends filed self-consciously out. There was a brief discussion and, although the slipper appeared the best option the girls warned the boys about Miss Howarth’s slippering technique.
They filed back in and asked for the slipper.
The twins waited nervously as the boys left the study.
Miss Howarth had arranged a low backed wooden chair at one end of her study, and the twins rightly guessed that this was for them to bend over while giving Miss Howarth room to run with her slipper before whacking them. Julie remembered her explaining her technique to the sixth form before she slippered Penny.
The expression: ‘Force equals mass times acceleration,’ came into Julie’s mind as did the knowledge that her shorts would give her bottom minimum protection against a slipper travelling at speed.
Angela bent over the chair as ordered. Could this be the last occasion on which she received corporal punishment? Miss Howarth pulled Angela’s blouse out from her shorts to ensure no additional layer of protection was present.
Julie looked on very anxiously as Miss Howarth patted Angela’s bottom and took four steps back. She then ran and skipped forwards to land a loud stroke with her slipper on right side of Angela’s waiting bottom.
“Owww Miss. Please. Owww. Gosh that really hurt, er, sorry… One thank you Miss.” Angela just managed to count the stroke and thank the mistress.
“Yes Miss,” whispered Angela conscious that Miss Howarth was patting the left side of her bottom, she sensed that the mistress was walking back ready to run and what seemed like an hour later felt the second stroke wallop into her bottom.
The punishment proceeded slowly with Miss Howarth landing well-aimed strokes very accurately on Angela’s thinly covered bottom.
At last it was over and having thanked the mistress for the sixth stroke Angela was allowed to stand. Her face was red and tear stained and both hands went straight to sooth her burning bottom and she bounced up and down on her toes.
“You may go Angela,” said Miss Howarth.
“Yes Miss,” whispered Julie as she got into position bending over the chair’s back, holding the seat with her hands.
Angela very sympathetically watched her sister being punished whilst carefully rubbing her own stinging bottom. The boys outside could hear the loud whacks of the slipper and the long intervals between each stroke. They hadn’t been slippered for some time, but hopefully this small slim young mistress wouldn’t be able to hurt them with her slipper despite what the twins had said.
Miss Howarth completed Julie’s punishment.
“Yes Miss. Thank you Miss,” said the girls as they left the study with both hands still grasping and rubbing their recently slippered bottoms.
“Are you OK?” asked Andrew anxiously as the girls came out. He was concerned to see the girls’ hot tear-stained faces and their hands holding their bottoms so tightly. He anticipated his own punishment.
The boys went in and listened as the mistress told them her rules for pupils receiving her punishments.
Andrew bent over the chair first and James looked on in fear as he saw the mistress take a run and land a loud stroke on his brother’s bottom.
“You have still got six strokes to come,” snapped Miss Howarth dismissing Andrew’s appeal and confirming the extra stroke.
The punishment was completed slowly and carefully and then James took his brother’s place bending over the chair.
The boys clearly found Miss Howarth’s punishment effective, judging by the way they – like the girls – seemed close to tears and were carefully rubbing their bottoms.
The four pupils made a hasty exit and discussed their sore bottoms and Miss Howarth’s prowess with the slipper as they walked towards the gate rubbing their bottoms at intervals.
Jessica, in her corner, had listened carefully to the conversation between Helen Howarth and the naughty girls and boys, and heard them receive their punishments. Her bottom was still stinging after her spanking and her arms were aching badly as she still held them up. She was remembering what had happened at the Freshers’ party in her first week at college when she allowed Jeremy Porter into her room. Thank goodness Miss Howarth didn’t know about that. She would probably award a punishment much worse than a spanking.
“OK Jessica you can make our tea now – but be quick about it I am getting very thirsty,” ordered Miss Howarth after she had dismissed the Spencer twins and their boyfriends.
“Yes Miss,” replied Jessica. She made two cups of tea and brought one to Miss Howarth’s desk. Holding her own cup she sat on a comfortable chair near to the mistress.
“Yes Ma’am.” Jessica replied picking up the chair and recalling how it had been used in the recent punishments. She wanted to say that she didn’t need reminding of her recent spanking as her bottom still felt very warm and tender. She thought Miss Howarth would regard such a comment as being impertinent and so she sat carefully on the hard seat of the chair without making any comments. It made her remember her spanking even more clearly. She tried unsuccessfully to pull her miniskirt down towards her knees.
“Now Jess, tell me about your term at college.” Miss Howarth asked pleasantly.
Jessica was conscious that she was blushing and that Miss Howarth was watching her closely.
“Yes Ma’am.” Jessica could feel her face burning as her blushes deepened.
“No Ma’am.” Jessica said anxiously, conscious of the fact that she was blushing even more deeply.
“Good. Now what about sports and other activities?” asked the mistress.
Jessica and Miss Howarth chatted about the importance of good sports facilities and keeping wide interests. They also discussed Jessica’s involvement with the cheerleading team.
“Get me another cup of tea, girl” ordered Miss Howarth, and Jessica got quickly to her feet remembering how she had to wait on Helen Howarth at school.
“Yes Ma’am, you did,” replied Jessica as she adjusted her position trying to reduce the discomfort in her own bottom.
There was a pause as the mistress sipped her tea and then Jessica cleared her throat nervously.
“I wasn’t completely truthful when I was talking about boys just now Ma’am. I’m really sorry,” Jessica said quietly.
“Go on girl,” prompted Miss Howarth.
“Well he kept on asking me if we could go up to my room and I kept saying it wasn’t allowed and Miss Mason might see us. He had given me several kisses and cuddles and then we heard Miss Mason being called to the phone. Jeremy said: ‘Let’s go’ and we ran upstairs and into my room.
“Get on with it girl.” Miss Howarth reached forward and grabbed Jessica’s left ear and twisted it sharply.
“Ow! No Ma’am, er, well perhaps, yes, Ma’am it’s so embarrassing and I am so ashamed.” Jessica put her hand up to protect her ear but it was slapped away.
“Come on, girl, tell me immediately or I will thrash you!” Miss Howarth encouraged Jessica by another twist of her tender ear.
Jessica wanted to make a full confession and felt that she should be punished. What the Spencer twins had been punished for was very like her own misbehaviour for which she hadn’t been punished. She had let her parents, Miss Mason in the hostel and Miss Howarth down. In a way she hoped Miss Howarth would punish her.
“I hadn’t, honestly Ma’am. I didn’t know anything about boys.” Jessica had tears running down her face.
“I see. So you had behaved extremely badly, been dishonest, broken hostel rules, and lied to your warden?” Miss Howarth frowned.
“Could you do it please Ma’am? Please, I beg you,” sobbed Jessica.
Jessica had been slippered by Helen Howarth on several occasions at school and knew from experience how good Helen was at administering this punishment.
“I’m ready Ma’am,” Jessica’s voice called from her shower.
“Come out, put the towel down, turn round, bend over and touch your toes.” Miss Howarth’s orders were given and Jessica obeyed them carefully.
“Yes Ma’am. Please…” Jessica didn’t complete her sentence.
Miss Howarth patted Jessica’s bare bottom with the slipper, took two paces back and then with a very short run lashed the slipper onto the right side of the girl’s bottom.
The slipper was patting the left side of Jessica’s bottom and then Miss Howarth whacked it down causing Jessica’s puppy fat to quiver.
“Sorry Ma’am,” Jessica stifled a sob.
Two more hard strokes followed – the third on the right and the fourth on the left – making Jessica gasp, move her thighs and wriggle her bottom.
Jessica turned her red tear stained face back towards Miss Howarth.
The fifth stroke landed low down on the right side at the junction of bottom and thigh followed by the sixth stroke on the left side. Jessica managed to count and thank Miss Howarth between her sobs.
Jessica’s bottom looked very red and Miss Howarth could see eight redder areas, four on either side, each the shape of the slipper’s sole.
Jessica’s “Owwwwws” and Ahhhs” and her squirming showed the punishment had been effective.
“Stand up.” Jessica raised her head slowly and her hands went immediately to try to sooth her burning bottom.
“Right. Go and get your cheerleaders uniform on Jess, although I don’t suppose you feel like cheering.” Miss Howarth grinned at her rather cruel humour.
A subdued Jessica came out of the bathroom, hands clasped to her bottom.
“Come here and kiss my hand and the slipper’s sole girl,” ordered Miss Howarth.
Jessica came forward and planted a wet passionate kiss on Miss Howarth’s hand and on the cool sole of the slipper that had caused her so much discomfort.
“Thank you for everything Ma’am,” Jessica said tearfully.
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