Tuesday, December 1, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Painful Protest, part 2

Last week you may recall that three schoolgirls were told to report to the headmaster's study after having been seen participating in a protest in the village. No? Don't tell me you've forgotten already! Well, read about it here, and then we'll get on.

Hannah has been caned, as you've just read, and now it's Gemma's turn.

As she watched, Gemma wondered who would be lowering her knickers.

Hannah's pleated skirt fell back into place and she turned around. The redness around her eyes was clearly evident. Abbey thought how well her friend had taken her punishment and just hoped she would be able to do likewise.

Places were changed and it was Gemma's turn to bend over. Hannah thought she had better put her hands on top of her head, although she had not been told to do so.

It was Abbey, this time, who was seconded to perform the knicker-lowering ceremony.

The blonde girl was bigger boned than the girl who had just vacated that same spot. Her bottom was quite chubby and deep-clefted and her thighs were sturdier than Hannah's.

Gemma felt the thin wood being pressed into her globes as the sports teacher made an adjustment to his stance. With a feeling of dread, she waited for her ordeal to begin.

The blonde girl heard the cane hiss through the air.


Her bottom suddenly caught alight and the breath left her lungs. She kept her thighs pressed together, although she well knew that the total privacy of her quim was impossible, given the position she was in.

The bent-over blonde's skin colouring was a light honey and the first imprint of the cane was beginning to manifest itself. The stroke had been delivered with precision in the dead centre of the delinquent girl's fleshy buttocks.

Mr Smith did not wait very long before applying the stick for the second time.




Gemma gave a vocal response as the rod rebounded from the springy flesh. The juddering buttocks writhed from side to side.

Hannah's eyes were not as puffy as they had been. Her trim behind was, however, still stinging uncomfortably. A knot of dread with Abbey's tummy tightened as each slash of the slender stick hastened the commencement of her own ordeal.

Mr Smith hoisted the punishment rod high in the air and waited for Gemma's bottom to slow its movements. Then, satisfied with the position of his target, he struck again.


The wicked wand dug its way into the ample teenage flesh before its recoil took it away.

The contortions of Gemma's hurt-filled nates increased dramatically. A sizable gap appeared between her splendid thighs and suddenly her honey-pot was on clear view.

The two females behind the chair were absolutely horrified to see Dr Woodcock suddenly lean forward in his seat and stare unashamedly at their friend's centre-piece. How disgusting!

Gemma neither knew nor cared about the action of the Principal. Her sole concern was in coping with the acute stinging pain overflowing from her thrashed buttocks and coursing its way through the whole of her insides.

The man in the chair frowned, stroked his beard with the hand of his good arm, and then sat back in his chair.

The blonde tried to control herself preparatory to the fourth stroke. She was halfway through her suffering - as long as she didn't react stupidly.




The stricken blonde girl did almost jump up and clasp her hands onto her sorely wounded behind in an effort to soothe away the awful hurt.

Fortunately, however, some steely determination kicked in and prevented her from doing so. Her posterior oscillated in a most lewd fashion.

Hannah knew she must have behaved in a similar way. Abbey knew only too well that she, herself, would soon be providing an identical performance. It was all so disgusting. The sports teacher wiped his brow with the back of his free hand. Abbey wondered what thoughts were going through his mind. He was a red-blooded young man, after all, and her friend's sensual writhings must have had some effect.

As soon as Gemma's frantic gyrations began to slow down somewhat, Mr Smith again lifted the cane. Its tip quivered as it halted, pointing at the ceiling. Then it was called upon to perform its venomous duty once more.


Gemma hobbled forward a little with the force of the blow. Her vividly lined nates began their frantic movements once more, denoting the amount of anguish she was having to cope with.

Hannah stared at the lines across her friend's chubby rear. Their vivid ugliness was a clear desecration of the female derriere. She was well aware of the throb still emanating from the similar weals across her own backside. It would be simply ages before it went away.

With tears dripping onto the carpet, Gemma summoned up hitherto unknown reserves and managed to brace herself for the final cut of the cane.

Mr Smith was forced to shuffle his feet as the distressed blonde girl had moved forward a little. The adjustment was swiftly carried out, without the stick being tapped against the trembling, tenderised bum-cheeks of the soon-to-be recipient.

Whirr! Gemma's bum muscles clenched, not without some pain.

Crack! "Yoweeeeeeeee!" The sounds were near instantaneous. The first was short-lived, but the second one was high in pitch and much longer lasting.

The latter was straightaway followed by Gemma's deeply-lined rear cheeks oscillating in a most provocative manner.

"Thank you, Mr Smith," acknowledged the Principal." Still one more miscreant to go. Rest your arm a while."

A chill ran through the redhead's body. She had been hoping that, by now, the sports master's arm might have tired somewhat. Unfortunately for her, he was being given ample time to recover.
Abbey is next. Oh, the waiting!
From Hermione's Heart

Monday, November 30, 2015

Recap: Spanko Brunch 2.0 for November 29

Our readers have some advice on how to encourage the spanker to give a harder, longer spanking.

Six of the best: My advice would be for the spankee to become more naughty. So the spanker has all the more reason to spank your knickers down bare bottom.

Baxter: I think the spanker needs a reason to spank.Yesterday I got my wife royally pissed off at me and I let things simmer down. After an hour or so, I sat on the couch next to her and told her I was sorry and suggested that I be punished. She agreed so we went to the lower back bedroom. I laid out the paddles and crop and handed her the thick wooden paddle. She eagerly spanked me with it. but the reality of a spanking is that it hurts. So as much as I wanted her to paddle hard, the reality is that I couldn't take much at one time. So she spanked me six times and I moved away and then moved back into position for another six and this went on for several repetitions. Eventually my bottom was sore and red. So the thing is that the spanker may want to continue, but can the spankee stand the pain? Good questions.

Nina: Hi Hermione, I think communicating that more is needed is good. The HoH could still decide against it, but maybe the reasons are taken into account. In addition, the spanker at least knows that the spankee would appreciate more.

Minelle: I am not sure on the answer for this one either. I guess for me it is communicating with your partner. But in the end they may need time and practice.

arched one: I agree with most; communication is very important. Maybe suggest to the HoH that during the spanking he wants it to stop hence the pleading but he requests she does not listen to his pleading and to spank him until she wants to stop. Baxter also had good advice stop the spanking for a bit then start over until the message gets thru.

Anon: Easy - to stop evasion, she should make sure when she bends over, that her better half has bound her securely in place, so that she is unable to move her bottom out of the line of fire. Likewise a good gag should silence any of her protests. However she must accept that she will be unable to bring an end to her spanking, until he so decides, and she might well end up with a much sorer bottom than she had bargained for!

This would only be appropriate if both partners agreed beforehand to use restraints and a gag.

Mutual DD Couple: Assuming the question relates to domestic discipline instead of play spanking:

In a domestic discipline relationship, there's a conflict between the long term desire to be subject to punishment spankings, and the short term desire to not get spanked. As others say, more communication is required. Make it known that you ultimately want to be spanked, even though you don't like being spanked at the time. Obviously any spanking must be given with your consent, but your husband can help by encouraging you to hold to your original resolve, rather than saying "well okay..." to excuses.

Sub hub: I think that this question is amazingly more common than any of us want to admit. It is on some level, an admission of some amount of failure (or lack of perfection is probably a better way to put it) when someone that is receiving a punishment spanking, is not tested near the upper edge of their limits. Or is it?

For me, there have been plenty of times that I felt I could take more paddling, more sting, more slaps of the paddle, even some bruising, possibly even some tears. But I didn't really know, because I wasn't taken there.

Like the email, when I protested and tried to evade, Mistress K. would give in, fearing that the pain I was receiving was no longer bearable, and of course she wanted me to feel the testing of her paddle, but did not want me to suffer. When we spoke about it. I mentioned to her that our relationship was about her leadership and dominance, and my submission. I reminded her that we had previously established limits for things, obvious or otherwise, and included in that discussion was the use of a safeword. I asked her to rely on my ability to prevent us both from going to a place neither of us should be, with the use of my safeword. As such, she would be free of the burden of having to decide (or even care) whether or not I was receiving the proper amount of punishment, and only have to be concerned with whether or not she was giving what SHE thought was the proper amount at that moment. Be that a nice, cure, warm pink/red bottom, or a blithering, sobbing husband with blisters and bruises.

Please, anyone that may be looking to this post and to these comments for advice, DO NOT consider one of the comments made here as an actual solution "... become more naughty." Integrity matters in every relationship and topping from the bottom lacks integrity. Just my opinion, I could be wrong!

Thank you Hermione, for doing these Spanko Brunches! Love them.

Usedtodo Spankedhortic: Not sure if this would work in another gender combination but it does during an F/m playtime. I compliment the spanker on their technique and thank them for being so lenient with me. It's like waving a piece of scarlet material in front of a male member of the bovine species.

Terri: Ok, I have two words for you: SAFE WORD. Ok, two more: PRE-SCENE COMMUNICATION. I'm backing sub hub in phx up to the absolute hilt, he's absolutely right. I'll expand on it a little, if I may.

Communication is absolutely key to this issue, and "be more naughty" may inspire more anger or more *desire to spank* (the pre-spanking urge to administer many stinging swats for whatever reason). What it won't do, is solve the issue of the spanker stopping when the spankee protests or pulls away, leaving the spankee unsatisfied. instead, you should lay out the ground rules, discuss the use of safe words/safe phrases, hard limits, etc and even decide on what kind of spanking is happening...BEFORE you begin the scene. After all, as spankee, you are theoretically or apparently giving up control to your spanker. But when push comes to shove, a single word from you can end the scene entirely--and don't be afraid to call the cops if your partner won't respect your safe word.

Of course, in any scenario, both parties should have safe words. Just in case your partner is truly uncomfortable with the level of play you're interested in, or needs a break themselves for some reason. The traffic lights system (discussed later) is a good idea for this.

The first thing to do is establish whether one or both parties appreciate an element of false lack of consent. It sounds like the emailer might be someone who does. To be more specific, is trying to get away, and protesting about how much it hurts or how much you don't want to be spanked, and having the spanker pay no attention, actually a turn-on?

The reason to establish this is the principle our scene holds most dear, the SSC principle. (Safe, Sane, Consensual) one of the biggest ways to keep this principle intact while exploring the marvellous world of kink is our friend the safe word. The safe word must be something that wouldn't be accidentally said in-scene--even if it's something you talk about or think of a lot the rest of your life. The thing about the safe word is this: unless it's used, no matter how much you wriggle, struggle or protest, the scene doesn't end.

Of course, a similar option is the traffic lights: Green for "go ahead". Amber/Yellow/Orange for "slow down", "take a break" or "we need to talk" and red for "stop right now." Again, unless you use those specific phrases, your partner may (and probably will), ignore your protests and wriggles. Either that, or (with your consent, naturally) they'll restrain you/gag you.

Naturally, the above is all for fun spankings. Some of the above may not be relevant to punishment spankings. Some people believe punishment spankings should push a person's limits - or even go "just a little bit beyond" a person's limits - under the guise of "showing who's in charge, of course. Sometimes, it's not just the spankee's limits that get tested in such punishment spankings--which is why I will reiterate the fact that safe words and plenty of communication for all parties are essential to any situation. Communicate, trust in your instincts as well as your partner's....and remember to trust in the presence of the safe word. And if you need it, for Merlin's sake USE IT! Yes, I'm a Potterite.)

Ronnie: Not a straightforward answer to this as we are all different. The spanker definitely needs a reason to spank. I say communication, communication every time. Tell your partner how you feel but I know easier said than done.

Amy: Communication is the key but is also very difficult. We are new to this and are learning over time. For me, fighting the spanking that I really want is part of the satisfaction once I finally get it, so we do have a safe word that I've never even come close to using. That said, Eric is more confident because I can use it. Also, we talk afterwards (maybe days later) and that has helped. One thing Eric has changed is when he's about done, he'll ask, "Do you think you've learned your lesson?" If I really want more, I'll just shake my head no and he'll get right back at it or he'll decide he thinks it's enough. At least this way, he has my input without me taking over. I also wrote him a couple of stories telling him some of my fantasies and desires. Do your best to keep talking to each other and know it's hard for your partner to know what is too far.

Hermione: I agree that communication is key to solving this problem, but as Ronnie said, it's easier said than done. Spanking can be a very difficult topic to discuss, even with someone close to you.

Thank you all for your input. I hope this will help my correspondent.
From Hermione's Heart

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Spanko Brunch 2.0 #101

It's the weekend, and that means it's time for our regular spanko brunch, where we discuss all matters related to spanking. This week's topic comes from an email I received from a regular reader.

How can I get my partner to give me harder or longer spankings? When I protest or try to evade the spanking, my partner gives in. What can I do to convince my partner to continue despite my seeming reluctance?

Can you provide any advice? Leave your response as a comment, and I will publish a summary of our discussion once everyone has had a chance to weigh in.
From Hermione's Heart

Saturday, November 28, 2015

You Completed the Caption

This one was a toughie, but bravo to those of you who managed to think of a clever caption.

Ronnie: Last one to get to the end of the hall without dropping or holding their jug gets spanked.

Anything you can do, I can do better.

Simon: The girls were excited as they were meeting someone they had contacted via a dating site, but both thought it was a bit strange that he had specified "girls with big jugs".

woman on left: I have to admit that every once in a while, I drop one of these so I can get a spanking.
woman on right: So that is your secret to get spanked. Well, I am going to try that now.

Sir Wendel: In 2010 archeologists discover the first traces of ancient Egyptian porn. “Girls with Jugs! Series 1”.

Lady on Right: I don't understand how you do it Elizabeth; not only do we have to stand in the corner with our spanked bottoms on display, but we have to keep these jugs on our heads throughout the process, how can you be so still?
Lady on Left: Easy, because I have seen what happens to those ladies who drop the jugs.

Six of the best: After these two ladies drunk the wine they were carrying, their husbands sobered them up by taking down their knickers, and spanking their bare bottoms with a pliable stinging cane.

ricky: Well, here's another fine mess you've gotten me into! Haven't I told you over and over, never to volunteer?
Oh, shut up!

Vfrat25000: Don’t you stare at me Priscilla? You look just as ridiculous as I do!

What’s in your jug?
I don’t know and I don’t think I want to know!

Becky, are you absolutely positive we have to do this to join Alpha Gamma I have a strange feeling that this has something to do with those guys at the Beta Phi Fraternity!

Let’s blow this off and go get a glass of wine at the Pyramid Palace. The Pharaoh can kiss my butt. This is Bull Sh*t!

My jug’s bigger than your jug!
Bite me. I bet your jug has been surgically enhanced!

Why are you wearing your jug?
I went crazy at the Pharaoh’s Black Friday Sale, maxed out the American Express. On top of wearing this stupid ceramic hat, I got spanked! I might as well be out walking with a bowl on my head, I can’t sit down anyway!
How about you?
I wrecked his brand new chariot, the one with the super expensive rims! You aren’t the only one who got spanked!

js666: Every day it's the same thing. When I pass that fresh kid in front of the gate, he gives me a slap on the bottom and makes me spill the water, so I have to go back for more. When I finally get a full jug home, I'm so late that I get a spanking from the Chief Eunuch. At least he's supposed to be a eunuch, but I did see him slipping a few coins to the kid at the gate.

Woman #1: Have you heard that the penalty for dropping your jug has been upped to 50 whacks?
Woman #2: Only 50? I was hoping for 100.

From Hermione's Heart

Friday, November 27, 2015

Friday FUN

You all know how I feel about grammar, and many of you out there agree with me. People who abuse grammar should be spanked, right? So just in time for Black Friday shopping, here are some gift ideas for the grammar nerd in your life.

For more fun where grammar doesn't count, try your hand at Complete the Caption.
From Hermione's Heart

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Complete the Caption

I had to laugh when I saw this sketch. I knew it would be perfect for today's challege. So go on, complete the caption. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I'll post the results on Saturday.
From Hermione's Heart

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

From the Top Shelf - Painful Protest, part 1

This fairly recent story by Andrew Grantham in Janus magazineshows that the right to social protest does not extend to schoolgirls, and their participation in opposing a new road scheme has painful consequences.
The so-called 'consultation process' was a mere sham. The proposed new road was going to be built, no matter what the local people said or did. Protests were inevitable, though, and, drawn to one such were three eighteen year olds from the nearby Finch Hall Girls' Academy. Gemma, Hannah and Abbey had made their way to one of the two protests being held at opposite ends of the projected new road.

It was a Saturday afternoon and they were free - although the trio knew their 'freedom' did not extend to actively supporting protest rallies. Blonde-haired Gemma had heard about the demo and had said to her two friends it would be a 'lark' to join in.

"Let's get some of those placards," suggested Abbey, as they joined the throng outside the village hall. The redhead was the fieriest and the natural leader of the threesome. "Tommy Timberdick is always telling us that a job worth doing is worth doing well!"

The said 'Tommy Timberdick' was, in fact, Dr Thomas Woodcock, the august Principal of Finch Hall Girls Academy!

"I'm not so sure." Hannah voiced her opinion. The brunette was always the most cautious of the three, near-inseparable, friends.

Minutes later, the three sixth formers were exhibiting such slogans as SAVE OUR SOIL, PEOPLE VERSUS POWER and NO ROAD HERE.

"I wonder if we'll be on the telly?" grinned Gemma.

"I hope not," frowned Hannah.

As it happened, the protest was not televised - which was a pity, as things got out out of hand and scuffles began which would have made good viewing on the local news.

A couple of hours later, Dr Woodcock received a telephone call from the police station asking if someone would collect three Finch Academy girls. They had been warned about their conduct. Their behaviour had not been up to the standard expected by students of their respected establishment. The Chief Superintendent felt sure that Dr Woodcock would see to it that the errant young ladies were dealt with in an appropriate manner.

"I most certainly will, Chief Superintendent," the Principal of the Academy had assured the high-ranking policeman.

Thus it was that Gemma, Hannah and Abbey found themselves on the carpet - literally. The wear on the strip of carpet in front of Dr Woodcock's large desk bore witness to the number of girls who had stood there over a period of years.

The tall, powerful Dr Woodcock's right arm was in a sling as a result of a riding accident. Much to every one's amusement Abbey had put it around that he was suffering from cramp due to overuse of his wrist.

All three girls were, unsurprisingly, sentenced to the cane. The Principal's caning arm might be out of action for that purpose, but it was clear from the arrival in the room of the sports master that he would be the one to cane them. The rather dishy Michael Smith was the subject of much juvenile fantasy and the fact that he was to dish out their punishment added considerably to the girls' embarrassment.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Smith!" said Dr Woodcock, grimly, " and I want you to give each of these girls six real stingers - on the bare bottom."

The trio looked at each other in horror. They had never been caned on the bare bottom before! Furthermore, it would be so humiliating having their panties removed by the tall, athletic and good-looking Michael Smith.

"Yes, sir." The sports teacher knew where the cane was kept and he soon produced the three foot long whippy wand with the traditional curved handle. The stomachs of the three young offenders sank into their shoes.

"Who wants to be first?" enquired Michael Smith, letting the cane dangle at his side.

Each girl opened her mouth to volunteer, wanting to get it over with, but Dr Woodcock spoke first.

"I have no doubt it was the red-haired one who was the instigator," he growled. "I suggest we leave that little trouble-maker until last!"

The 'red-haired one' chewed her lip. That wasn't fair. It had really been Gemma's idea. She would now have to watch both Gemma and Hannah getting the stick, all the time knowing the same painful fate awaited her.

"I would imagine that Hannah Burke was simply caught up in the actions of the other two reprobates," observed Dr Woodcock. "Cane her first."

Hannah didn't exactly breathe a sigh of relief at the announcement but at least she would be spared that dreadful wait.

With his good hand, Dr Woodcock dragged an upright chair to a position in front of his desk. The girls naturally thought it was for them to bend over. They were, therefore, somewhat shocked when the Principal settled himself into the chair. He was getting himself a ringside seat for the impending action!

Mr Smith tapped the end of the thin stick against his trouser leg. He usually wore a tracksuit all day but now he looked very smart.

"Hannah!" He moved the cane to point to a pattern on the carpet. "Stand there, bend over and touch your toes!"

With dread in her stomach, the slightly-built brunette moved to the position as indicated and assumed the punitive stance.

The sports teacher tucked the cane under his left arm and used both hands to lift Hannah's grey, pleated skirt clear of her bare, nipped-in waist. Her briefs were white and covered in tiny forget-me-nots.

"You!" Mr Smith pointed the cane at Gemma and then pointed back to the array of forget-me-nots. "Take those down!"

Poor Hannah bit her lip. Having her bottom bared was bad enough, but having her best friend take her panties down was even worse. She felt Gemma's fingers warm on her flesh and soon her briefs were being eased down before being left to float down her legs and settle round her ankles.

Although Hannah was quite a slim girl, she was not flat bottomed. Her cheeks were oval and quite well padded, either side of the long but fairly shallow crease.

The brunette's thighs were narrow but still shapely enough. Her lower legs were encased in below-the-knee length, white cotton stockings.

"You two. Stand behind my chair!" Dr Woodcock gave orders to Gemma and Abbey. The pair took up their positions immediately. "Now put your hands on your head!"

Again the duo obeyed the instructions, their stance causing more than adequate breasts to thrust out within the confines of their regulation, apple-green tops.

They watched glumly as Mr Smith laid the sinister stick across the twitching nates of their friend. He shuffled his feet as he adjusted his position. The cane was then taken away and the good-looking young teacher stood majestically upright.

The nervous brunette felt the warm wood leaving her behind and she held her breath, waiting for the first of the six strokes to which she had been sentenced for her folly. Dr Woodcock, however, interrupted the proceedings.

"Before you begin, Mr Smith," he said, hurriedly. "I must warn all three offenders that they must remain in the discipline position until the caning has been completed. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes being awarded!" He made it sound like a prize-giving!

Hannah had been prepared, but the unexpected interruption meant that she was taken unawares. She heard the 'Swish!' but she had no time to brace herself for the first stroke.



The brunette's trim bottom absorbed the blow as the breath left her lungs. The well-wielded cane left behind a fierce sting. Hannah was barely coping with the sudden sensation when she heard the frightening hiss of well-worn rattan.



Hannah cried out this time. The sting was akin to a red-hot wire placed across her buttocks. Bravely she locked her knees although her bottom began to wiggle from side to side.

The unwilling watchers awaiting their turn saw the weals beginning to appear and they screwed up their eyes.

Mr Smith raised the cane to above shoulder height, rocked on his heels, and brought the willowy wand arcing down at high speed.

It impacted on the still-moving nates with a resounding CRACK!

"Yeeeooooww!" yelled Hannah.

She stamped her feet, rocking from side to side. The consequent parting of her legs resulted in her panties becoming fully-stretched between her ankles and the blatant exposure of her most intimate parts. A couple of stray, dark crinkly hairs peeped into view.

Gemma's face flushed bright red and Abbey's pretty features turned the colour of her hair. They were only too aware that they would soon be displaying themselves in a similar obscene manner before too long. It wasn't fair! Girls of their age and development shouldn't be getting a bare bottomed caning!

Hannah managed to still her actions, but there was still a gap between her girlish thighs.

The fourth stroke was applied with equal power, resulting in a high-pitched yell from the submissively positioned recipient. Her nether regions began a jerky, revealing dance.

Gemma and Abbey looked at one another. How could Tommy Timberdick sit there in that prime position watching everything on show? Did the man have no shame?

Mr Smith impatiently tapped the end of the cane against his leg, whilst he waited for the girl's red-striped bottom to still sufficiently.

The movements of Hannah's derriere became less frantic and the teacher in charge of the punishment felt able to continue. Up went the whippy stick, its slow ascent watched by the other two nervous-looking girls.

Its downward sweep was, however, too fast for their eyes.




For an awful moment, both Gemma and Abbey thought Hannah was going to jump up in her anguished reaction to the fiery cut. Instead the severely distressed brunette levered herself up and down furiously by her knees.

Her cry eventually tailed off, but her pump-like motion continued for some time afterwards.

Gemma's tummy was now beginning to lurch with trepidation. Hannah's sixth and final stroke was about to come and then it would be her turn to undergo a similar ordeal.

The redheaded Abbey could barely stand the agonising suspense. Would she be able to control herself under that awful goading cane? What heights of obscenity would her own performance bring? To think that her most private, intimate part would be only feet away from Tommy Timberdick's nose!

Now both chastiser and chastised settled themselves for the final stroke. Michael Smith drew the cane back over his shoulder. Hannah's slender body trembled as it awaited a further application of fire.

The thin stick's journey was suddenly activated and it swept down onto the corrugated buttocks where its movement was suddenly halted. It landed, about an inch or so above the tops of her thighs and left behind another brain numbing dose of agony.

The young bottom churned desperately in its reaction, accompanied by a hoarse cry of pain from the girl's throat.

"Thank you, Mr Smith," congratulated the Principal. "Well done! Now let's have her out of the way and start on the next one!"

The mouths of the two girls directly behind Dr Woodcock dropped open. He made it sound just like a production line.

Hannah couldn't have cared less about the Principal's comments. She was just so glad that her own painful ordeal was over. The brunette stayed just where she was, however, making no attempt to get up until she was expressly told to do so.

"Pull your knickers up and come and stand behind me!" At last the order came from the man in the chair.

The bent-over girl moved her hands a few inches and took hold of the tightly stretched material at her ankles. Slowly she raised herself up and her briefs began the ascent up her legs. Gingerly, she eased the elasticated top and the material over the scored, oval shaped buttocks.

As she watched, Gemma wondered who would be lowering her knickers.

Hannah's pleated skirt fell back into place and she turned around. The redness around her eyes was clearly evident. Abbey thought how well her friend had taken her punishment and just hoped she would be able to do likewise.
I'm afraid Gemma will have to wait until next week for her caning. Rather cruel, I know, but we're out of time.

From Hermione's Heart