Miss Sidney's Whipping

My word, can it really be a month since my last report? There is much to tell you. So much has happened! There was the caning of the entire senior dorm, for instance - in their dormitory - for unseemly shenanigans after 'lights out'. There was the occasion on which I had to deal with some unpleasantness between two young ladies in the shower-room following a PE lesson. I seldom spank a fully-nude young lady, but on this occasion I made not one, but two exceptions. And only last week I was forced to cane an entire bus-full of naughty sixth-form girls, when none of the passengers owned up to 'mooning' out of the back window. They won't want their bottoms publicly displayed after what I did to them, I can tell you.

I shall describe each of these scenes in due course, as part of my on-going web-tutorial. But first, of course, I must bring you 'up-to-date' with the corporal experiments of our new (and extremely efficient) House Mistress. You will recall I granted her the freedom to implement some rather unusual punishment ideas for a trial period of one term, and informed her that I would be monitoring the experiment closely. At the time of my last post, I was about to witness her strategy in action. She had summoned two senior girls to her study with the aim of demonstrating her ideas to me. I forget what - if anything - the two young ladies might have done. No matter. They were going to receive a House thrashing, and I was going to watch.

We discussed some of the principles involved in making a young lady see the error of her ways over a rather pleasant cup of Earl Grey in the airy-splendour of Miss Sidney's study. She and I are of one mind on so many things, I couldn't help but remind her of my surprise at her reluctance to wield a sturdy cane.

'Wait until you see what I have to offer' she said, smiling enigmatically. She rose from her oak desk and went towards the door.

'Come in please ladies' she invited, and two of the House prefects entered. I must say I was rather surprised to see that Keely Dukes was one of them, and I wracked my brains trying to recall an occasion on which I had cause to punish her (to no avail).

'Now, I have invited the Headmaster here to witness your punishment. I trust that this is fine with both of you?'

'Yes, Miss!' the girls replied in unison.

'Very well. Now Keely, I've already explained what's going to happen to you here today. Have you any questions?'

Keely looked a little apprehensive, but merely nodded her head.

'And Bethany - you know what's going to happen, don't you?'

Bethany nodded.

'Right, I'd like you both to remove your skirts.'

Both girls did as they were told. Bethany - the taller, more athletic of the two - possessed a lovely pair on long, tanned legs. Even if one hadn't been acquainted with the girl, one could have told from her lithe appearance that she was one of the school's top sportswomen.

'Now, take down your knickers.'

Both girls, bending at the knees, removed their bottle-green school-regulation knickers and stood facing Miss Sidney. Sitting in the leather arm-chair in the corner, I had the most delightful view of two bare bottoms - the one taught and firm, with the gluteous maximus of a runner; the other slightly rounder and fuller in appearance, but with the smoothness of youth. Looking carefully - as I did - at the latter posterior I found it hard to imagine that such a creamy smoothness had ever before been disturbed by the infliction of a punishment. Indeed, on checking my records later I discovered Keely Dukes to have a virgin bottom, never touched by cane or slipper. Until now, of course.

'Keely, I'd like you to go first as we agreed.'

Keely positioned herself across Miss Sidney's lap, adjusting her position so as to be lying as comfortably as possible, and presenting her House Mistress with a full view of her naked backside.

'I'm going to spank you first, to warm you up' Miss Sidney said, proceeding to deliver six stinging swats across Miss Duke's bottom. Without further instruction, the girls swapped places and Bethany's smaller bottom was duly reddened.

'Now, we agreed on six with the slipper next, I think?'

The two girls nodded. Miss Sidney rose and moved the chair so that each girl could grasp the seat as they bent over to receive the slipper.

'Stick your bottom out, please Keely' ordered the House Mistress, as the first girl 'assumed the position' for her slippering. And what a slippering! Miss Sidney is clearly of the opinion that the slipper is inferior unless raised high and brought down mighty hard, one buttock at a time. Again, how like my own view of the matter. Keely Dukes hands gripped the chair hard as her buttocks received the treatment. Six hard whacks flattened each cheek in turn, leaving the definite imprint of the rubber sole for all to see. The other girl, standing watching hands on head, starting biting her lip as she saw how hard the slipper strokes were landing. With slightly less by way of padding, her anxiety was understandable, and when her turn came she moved reluctantly to take up her position on the chair. Nevertheless, the girl remained firmly in position - though wincing - as the slipper smacked into her bottom. As the last stroke was administered, Bethany stood up and turned to see the damage. But there was more to come.

'Now ladies,' Miss Sidney started, 'as you know I want to establish a unique House discipline identity across the school. If this trial is successful, I hope each of the four school houses will impose its own unique style of corporal punishment, leaving the Headmaster to wield the cane when necessary.'

The two girls nodded.

'But the Headmaster had rightly insisted that whatever replaces the cane must be of equal standing. And as I'm sure you will agree, a spanking followed by a slippering - however hard - comes nowhere near to doing that.

'But Miss... it really hurt' complained Bethany. 'You spanked us really hard.'

'I know, I know' Miss Sidney soothed. 'But we have a duty to ensure that no-one is treated unfairly in this school. If the other houses thought that - in abandoning the cane - girls in my house were being treated leniently, it would undermine the discipline of the school.

'Indeed it would' I chipped in. 'And as you know, discipline is what this school prizes most highly.'

'Yes sir!' the girls both chorused.

'So, to conclude your physical chastisement, I am going to whip you. You will each receive ten strokes of the sjambok, as we agreed last time we spoke.'

Now this was a surprise. I am familiar, of course, with the long switch of rhino-hide but had never before seen its use in a school setting. This was going to sting and - if such a thing is possible - even more than the cane. No wonder Miss Sidney offered the girls a gag in order to prevent them crying out. No wonder, too, the she chose strong rope to tie them down across the vaulting horse she had the girls carry to the middle of the room. Once Keely Dukes was thus secured, I sat back - entranced.

'Whoop - thud'. The rod made a dull splat as it came into contact with her already-reddened buttocks, and I realised now why the warm up spanking had been necessary. For one thing the shock of such a sudden, fierce lash would be too much, but on a virgin bottom such as Keely's the tender skin would almost certainly have suffered. Now, however, hardened by Miss Sidney's hand and by her slipper, Keely's bottom could withstand not one, but two, and three, and four, and five blows with the plaited leather whip before gasping slightly into her gag. On stroke six her breathing quickened; by stroke seven she was writhing hard against the ropes and twisting - as much as she could - to ease the pain. Strokes eight and nine came down in quick succession and by stroke ten the girl was panting heavily. (Was she also a little damp between her legs? It is unseemly to say so, but I couldn't help but notice her vagina glistening - especially as she thrust her buttocks upwards and apart in time with her rapid breathing. Untying the ropes took long enough to allow the girl to regain some of her composure. It also heightened the anticipation in the spectator, who fully understood now what she was about to suffer.

Bethany hesitantly stepped towards the vaulting horse and draped her long, tanned body over it. Helpfully, she placed her wrists flat against the wooden staves, allowing her Housemistress to bind them both securely. Next her ankles were tied tightly to the rear legs of the horse and finally, a length of rope was criss-crossed over the small of her back and under the padded leather bench that she was lying on. Thus secured, Miss Sidney offered the girl a gag, but she refused.

This time, I watched carefully as the housemistress measured the fearsome leather wand across the girl's bare-bottom. I studied her right arm as she withdrew the rod but slightly, then with a flicking motion swished it down across the naked buttocks.

'Whuup - thudt!' One stroke of the sjambok.

'Whuuup - thudt!' Stroke two.

'Whhhhoooop - THUD!' Stroke number three.

'Whuuuuooooooop - smack!' Stroke four hit right across the apex of Bethany's bare buttocks, the sweet-spot in any form of corporal punishment.

'Yeaooow!'

'Whooooop - splat! Whoooop - splot!' Strokes five and six were both a little harder and the girl's head was thrown back as she grimaced with the pain.

'Whoooooop - thud!' Stroke seven landed right on the spot where the girls buttocks met her taut, athletic thighs. She yelped, but more out of surprise I feel. And all the time Miss Sidney merely 'flicked' the sturdy whip across her target.

'Flick - crack! Flick - crack!' Two more strokes, slightly higher and each one landing on fresh skin. I could now count nine angry stripes as my housemistress paused for a moment. Bethany looked around, puzzled slightly. Keely, standing hands on head' was watching closely. I held my breath. Miss Sidney flicked the whip. And the punishment was over.

'Well, Headmaster?' she was asking. Both girls had been dismissed with very sore bottoms, and Miss Sidney was keen to discover my opinion.

'Well my dear...' I started.

'Yes?' Miss Sidney leant a little further forward.

'Well, I am impressed. Surprised, but very impressed. If each of your rival houses can come up with something equally effective, I can seen I shall be ordering fewer school canes every year from now on.'

Miss Sidney sat back in her chair, and smiled.

'One question, though' I said as I got up to leave.

'Apart from its obvious effectiveness, why choose a sjambok as your House implement of punishment.'

'Ah' she said, and smiled. 'My South African education left its mark, I suppose you could say.'

'My word!' I said. 'And were any of them... physical, by any chance?'

'Ah now Headmaster' Laura smiled. 'That would be telling...'