Toppy chiropractors and birthday wishes
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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.I'm afraid Gemma will have to wait until next week for her caning. Rather cruel, I know, but we're out of time.
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.
Without telling you at the start to what degree I am a flagellant, and to what category I belong, I am going to show you first, if you will permit me, the origin of the taste that I acquired for the whip, nor will I try to explore, before I go on, the motives or the circumstances which have determined this orientation. I shall begin, rather, by telling you that I was raised in a great deal of care by my parents and that never in my family was there any attempt to pervert me, unless I should admit that a predilection for the whip is a perversion - and that to me has never been demonstrated. Nor have I ever had any doubtful acquaintances, either at the elementary schools or in the upper courses, up to the taking of my bachelor's degree. Moreover I had never been whipped at school for the reason that such punishment was forbidden.I wish I knew the rest of her story, but alas, the letter ends here.
...I was never whipped by my mother, for my mother was by no stretch of the imagination a flagellant. My father, besides, never put a hand to me, and I never had amongst my relatives, either aunts or acquaintances who were in the habit of correcting their children thus, nor even any woman friend of my family at whose house I might have had the opportunity of witnessing corrections of this type administered to either boys or girls... I had often heard mothers, governesses or nurses threaten little girls or boys in a public square or park with a spanking, but never had I seen any administered to children in any case.
However a little later in the park I came to hear mothers talk of it to older children. The first time it was a boy about 12 years old and the second time, some days later, it was to a young girl also about 12 years old, when I was about the same age. It made on me a certain impression. It struck in me a certain astonishing sensation, and it is from that day that my interest arose in chastisement.
Mother and I were in the habit of taking a walk every Thursday, when the weather was nice, in a nearby park; often, with father, we would return again on Sundays. Sometimes we had lunch there or we brought it along and ate it on the grass. During vacation we would go to the park almost every day. Papa would eat at his office and mother and I would take along food for ourselves.
I mentioned above that, when I was 12 years old, I heard a girl threatened with a 'good whipping' and I experienced a certain frisson. That arose perhaps from gazing at the personality and physique of the girl who was taller and better developed than I was. I would have guessed her age as sixteen.
Playing with the girl later, I did not dare talk to her of the threat I had heard a few minutes earlier and which left me in a disturbed state. But my curiosity which had brusquely awakened was prodding me towards questioning her on this subject, and I felt sure I could not restrain myself if I were to remain for any time in her company. Taller than myself by a head, and very well proportioned, she seemed quite the young lady beside me and, over the next few days, I pictured her correction in my mind and I was greatly troubled by bizarre and new emotions. In my imagination, I saw the girl denuded for her punishment, this tall plump and fair haired girl with her firm and well turned legs showing under her short skirt, and her thighs half disclosed enabling me to determine for myself how gorgeously her flesh must spread out further up when it was exposed to the maternal hand.
I thought more and more about it, especially, I believe, because of the expression employed by her mother, and each time I found myself in the presence of a big and well developed girl the idea came to me that she, perhaps, might have to submit to corporal correction. The girls hips indicated by their fullness that they were worthy of it, and I suspected that even that fullness did them scant justice, thanks to the adjusted skirts they wore and which were fashion at the time.
This had become an obsession which remained with me for two years. Then, once again in the park - I was about 14 at this time - I found myself separated from mother while following some children of my own age and whose acquaintance I was to make, and with whom I played various games. Romping about, I suddenly found myself alone, but in a thicket ahead of me I perceived three older girls playing at a game much less innocent than mine.
On their knees in the grass, two of them held a third who was lying flat on her stomach. They had lifted her skirt and both of them took turns slapping her over her bloomers. These bloomers fitted tightly around the hips of their friend who, like the others, must have been about 20 years old. All three were smartly dressed and apparently belonged to the comfortable middle class, but that they were young girls from good families was apparent.
During the week, in July, the park is little frequented. They believed themselves quite alone and amused themselves freely, but at my sudden arrival they stopped, surprised for the moment. Seeing me alone, however, and scarcely troubling themselves at the sight of a child, the two who were administering the spanking promptly returned to their sport, without the slightest annoyance, and started all over again to smack their comrade in the most beautiful fashion.
The place was deserted that morning as it usually is at this time of the year. No doubt they must have thought, seeing me bare-headed, and not accompanied my mother, that I must have left her some distance away. They continued - perhaps excited still more by my presence - and one of them had the idea, on seeing me glued to the spot by an ardent curiosity which completely betrayed me, of adding further piquancy to their entertainment. In a trice, without any hesitation, she pulled down her friend's bloomers and showed me, in full view, the naked full buttocks of her friend.
It was the first time in my life I had seen the absolutely naked buttocks of a fully grown young woman. The other two girls who were holding their friend down on the ground seemed to experience the same joy in seeing her thus exposed, and both seemed to invite me to join them. They stared in turn at the gorgeous twin beauties they had uncovered and at myself, who to them, appeared to betray so lively an interest. They seemed to read in my eyes the pleasure I took in contemplating that which they were exhibiting to me, and which they offered so generously to my charmed gaze. The expressions on their faces, which I have never forgotten, indicated that they took pleasure in the emotion my appearance manifested, at once astonished and shocked.
The exposed posterior before me was a beautiful sight and the memory of it I have unforgettably conserved. The very white skin, the perfect form of the hemispheres, have been fixed in my memory forever, and I wish I knew how to draw or paint so that I might reproduce such a sensual and thrilling sight.
The young girl who was being whipped turned herself toward me. She was a lovely brunette with passionate eyes that I likewise can never forget.
The girl who had lowered the bloomers of the girl on the ground, had by now completely exposed the admirable contours by pulling the girl's chemise as high as possible. Then she took, between her soft hands, as much of the beautiful flesh as she could hold, and the expression which animated her testified to her sovereign pleasure. Under the soft but firm grip, the posterior muscles quivered, doubtless for my benefit, so that I might see the joy they were expressing and it was then that the punisher, still kneading the lovely flesh, spoke to me saying:
'You'd like to have this done to you, wouldn't you! You're jealous aren't you! You'd like your little bottom spanked just like this and this and this! Why don't you come here and.....'
I could not listen to any more. I fled from the thicket, ran toward the roadway and, finding my two comrades who had been looking for me, I returned to their game without whispering a word of what I had seen. I pretended I had lost them in my pursuit and they attributed my panting to the exertions of my search for them and suspected nothing else.
On my return to the house I found myself still trembling at the thought of what I had witnessed in the thicket. The beautiful naked bottom was still before my eyes, opened now I realised forever, to a world which until that moment was unknown. A world of ideas, desire, excitement and sensation. At the same time it confirmed for me the knowledge of a secret that had been lying dormant for two long years.
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All this time Myra had been on leave from her job. On the Thursday of the second week she was summoned back to work.
"Miss Leverson," said Mr Brown, her immediate boss. "I understand you are undergoing a course of correction and that's why you took leave."
Myra blushed to the roots of her hair. "Yes sir," she muttered.
"Without making mention of this conviction to your employer as you are supposed to do! This could be quite serious, Myra."
Myra hung her head, regretting her bashful stupidity.
"I have often thought, "said Mr Brown, slowly," what a remarkably attractive bottom you have. Maybe..."
Myra sighed. "Alright Mr Brown, I get the picture. I have to fit in another strapping from someone so it might as well be you."
Myra had hoped for privacy but he pushed her into the outer office. In front of the whole staff, he put Myra over her own desk with her skirt up and her knickers in the waste basket. She was hotly aware of her shame, knowing that every eye was on the shapely bottom that Mr Brown so admired.
Then the tawse swung down and for the next few minutes Myra's office colleagues watched and listened, fascinated, as the attractive brunette took a damned good hiding; the juicy smacks of leather on naked female flesh; Myra's shrieks and sobs and heartfelt entreaties; the squirming body and flailing legs revealing to horny male clerks those secret valleys they had hitherto only fantasised about, and the awesome effect of the vigorously wielded tawse upon Myra's defenceless buttocks.
Mr Brown did not have the experience of Mrs Macilse, but he had great enthusiasm and a strong right arm. After Myra's punished rear had endured a red-hot dozen she wailed, "Mr Brown, I can't take any more. I just can't!"
"Perhaps," said Mr Brown, "we could come to an understanding. If you agree that from now on you will go across my knee as an accepted form of office discipline."
"Yes, yes, you can spank me whenever you like! But no more tawse now- pleeease!"
"Oh I think you can take three more," said Mr Brown.
* * *
"Myra," said Toni, a couple of days later, "You still have a caning to come don't you?"
"Yes, it's the last day," sighed Myra. "I'm not trying to avoid it - but who is going to cane me?"
"Why not go to Mr Sheldon again?"
"You're not allowed to get punishment from the same person twice," said Myra, but she phoned Terence Sheldon anyway.
"No problem, my dear," he said. "Come over tonight. Everything will be arranged."
"So," said Myra at 7:30 that evening, "Who is going to cane me?"
"Jane!" said Mr Sheldon. "She has a great deal of experience."
His wife laughed at Myra's look of surprise. "No I haven't caned the kids - and certainly not Terence! I belong to an elite group of women who enjoy both giving and taking punishment." She hesitated, then added, "There might be an opening for another member. I sense something about you."
"That," said Myra, " is something to think about later. For the present I'd like to get my punishment over."
Mrs Sheldon looked at her thoughtfully. "Trousers tonight I see. Well that was a bit silly. Very well, take them off - and your shoes, socks and knickers."
A little later, Myra, blushing furiously and naked from the waist down was trying to avoid Mr Sheldon's eye. Two chairs had been placed back to back.
"Kneel on one," instructed Mrs Sheldon. "Bend over and grasp the seat of the other.
In that position, Myra's bare bottom felt horribly exposed and vulnerable. Which, she realised, was the idea! She closed her eyes. 'I've learned my lesson,' she told herself, 'I really and truly have!'
And then the first expertly delivered stroke of the cane thwacked agonisingly across her quivering buttocks.
Much later, when she had been allowed out of the corner after a seeming eternity of weeping repentance, she reluctantly squeezed her throbbing bottom into trousers which had somehow become too tight.
"Jane," she said. "You'll forgive me if I don't make an immediate answer to your offer, won't you? I have a very painful fortnight to get over first. Meanwhile - do you know anybody who wants to buy an antique lawnmower?"