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Hot spanking and caning fiction by very special guest author Barry Spockings. All the characters are aged 18 or over. This story is strictly for adults only!
My interview was going very well. I was greeted by the Chairman of the Board of Governors, in the Headmaster’s study. Dr Richards was an attractive and charming, slim, grey haired man in his sixties who carried an air of authority and dominance about him. To expedite matters he had been delegated (or had taken?) the full authority to appoint the new school Head. The previous Headmaster had died of a sudden heart attack and the board was anxious to appoint his successor as soon as possible. As a woman in her early thirties I was surprised to make the short list and then even more so to be invited to a personal interview with the Chairman but my Double First from Cambridge and a meteoric career at an old fashioned girls only grammar school had, no doubt, influenced the Board. I was also informed at my first interview that there were no suitable candidates amongst the current staff. So I said to myself things are looking good!
However I was not to know that Dr Richards had planned an unusual test for me! One I certainly had not expected and one that I was uncertain initially how I should respond.
“Miss Pringle I must say that I am very much impressed with your academic and teaching achievements, your personality, your confidence and, if you do not mind me saying, your feminine charm. However the latter attribute could be a disadvantage. Currently you are a Head of Department at an all-girls school but as Montrose Academy is co-educational with boys of eighteen plus in the Upper Sixth Form, an attractive, single young woman like you might be too distracting for hormone rich adolescent young men, especially if you dress as you are today. Even I, as a happily married man, must admit your outfit is very provocative. A smart business suit with tight slim skirt, black stockings and high heels and an open necked white silk blouse, revealing enough cleavage to leave little to the imagination!”
“Thank you and I do understand about young men Dr Richards, but I am confident that I am more than capable of controlling amorous young men.”
“Well I hope so but controlling implies a need for discipline which is a subject we need to discuss.”
I had done my homework and knew from the school’s prospectus and other sources that Montrose Academy was a traditional school in many ways including the use of corporal punishment to maintain discipline and academic standards.
“Now Miss Pringle, coming from a girls only school I wonder how you maintained discipline there.”
“The school used lines, detentions, sometimes suspensions for serious offences and rarely expulsion for unacceptable behavior.”
“Well that might work in a girls’ school but we also have mischievous boys who need more painful punishment than you have described to maintain order. Staff can spank or slipper deserving pupils, both boys and girls, whilst the Headmaster or in your case, the Headmistress, has the option of spanking, slippering or caning pupils sent for more serious offences. In addition the school head has been sanctioned by the Board and myself to administer corporal punishment on the bare buttocks, with a maximum of twelve strokes. So what is your attitude towards corporal punishment and would you be prepared to administer it?”
I knew this was coming and so was well prepared.
“Well sir, there were certainly times when I would have loved to spank or cane certain girls in my classes, so I agree that this is a necessary deterrent in a mixed sex school. I also respect the biblical phrase – to spare the rod is to spoil the child. So I certainly approve of the school’s policy. To answer your second question I have never administered corporal punishment but I am not afraid of doing so and even suspect that I would be good at giving it. From what you say it is clearly all part of my new responsibilities if I am appointed.”
Then came the totally unexpected impediment to me being appointed.
“That is good news; however there is one serious obstacle to your appointment which first must be overcome. Have you ever been spanked or caned?”
“Only as a young child, spanked over my mother’s lap.”
“I thought as much. Unfortunately the Board and I have a rule that all staff required to discipline pupils must have previously experienced receiving such disciplinary measures themselves. Otherwise they will have no concept of what is involved, the degree of severity required according to the seriousness of the offence or the actual pain experienced. As you have not been down this path, unless we can find an acceptable solution, I am afraid I will not be able to offer you the position.”
I was in a quandary as I desperately wanted this appointment. What did he mean by an acceptable solution? I was about to find out!
“Well I have thought very carefully about this matter and think I have found a solution which I hope will be acceptable to you and it will be entre nous – just between us. I call it the Chairman’s prerogative. In order to be appointed as Headmistress somehow you will need to receive a prior spanking, slippering and caning. Do you agree?”
How, under the circumstances could I not agree?
“Yes I suppose so – if this guarantees my appointment.”
“Yes it will. So this is what I propose and to make it more realistic and memorable it will involve some role play between the two of us. Just for this once off scenario I will be your Headmaster and you will be a sixth form girl sent to me to be punished for three offences – rude to your chemistry master, failure to submit your English homework three times in a row and caught smoking in the girls changing rooms. Would this be acceptable?”
The penny dropped! He had planned this all along and I had cleverly been trapped into a situation I could not back out of. If I wanted the post I could only say “Yes”.
“Good girl! My only requirement is that you follow my instructions without demurring, remembering I will be treating you just as you will be treating pupils in the future. For your information I used to be a Headmaster before an inheritance enabled me to retire. So I am well experienced in dealing with young ladies like you and boys too of course. This is going to be a formal session so I would like you to wait outside this study and after five minutes knock on the door and enter on my command, lock the door and then do exactly as you are told. Is that understood?”
I decided to accept my fate and enter into the spirit of roleplay.
“Yes Headmaster, I will do exactly as you say.”
I left the study, shut the door and waited five minutes as requested and knocked on the door.
I did so and locked the door and discovered that he had donned an academic gown and placed a large gym slipper and crook handled cane on the desk.
“So Pringle do you know why I have sent for you?”
“Well sadly I have received three serious complaints about your behaviour that require me to punish you severely. You were extremely rude to your chemistry master Mr Coulson, failed to do your English homework three times in a row and yesterday the gym mistress caught you smoking in the girls changing rooms. Is this correct?”
“I am sorry to say so Headmaster – I am very sorry and I apologise.”
“Well you will be very sorry by the time I have finished with you! You deserve to be punished for each of these offences and I have decided on the following. For your rudeness I am going to give you a good old fashioned serious bare bottom OTK spanking. For failing to do your English homework you will touch your toes and receive a twelve stroke slippering on your bare bottom. Worst of all to be caught smoking in the girls’ changing room is a very serious offence and smokers are always caned on their bare bottoms and sixth formers are awarded twelve of the best bent over my desk!”
Oh dear this sounds as though this is going to be far worse than I expected and all three punishments on my bare bottom!
“Pringle I must warn you that this will be a very painful and embarrassing experience. Are you sure that you want to accept this punishment?”
I was determined to go through with it and so there was no going back!
“Yes Headmaster – give me what I deserve and do not hold back!”
“Good – let us proceed! Place that upright chair in the middle of the room. Yes that is perfect.”
He sat on the chair and motioned me to stand on his right hand side.
“Now unzip your skirt and throw it on the desk. That’s right and I must say you are wearing very attractive underwear – black suspenders, matching panties and black stockings! Now bend over my lap and prepare to have your bottom soundly spanked!”
I did as I was asked and bent right over his lap until my hands touched the carpet and my bottom was vulnerably high in the air. I then felt his fingers slip into my panties and pull them down to my feet. I was so embarrassed as I had never before been naked down below like this with a man I hardly knew, who now had full access to my bottom and private parts. He then placed his right hand on my bottom and began to knead and massage it. I must admit it was a very pleasant, slightly arousing sensation.
“Pringle, this manipulation of your buttocks is to encourage the blood to flow before I start spanking your bottom.’
He continued this for a couple of minutes and I was definitely getting aroused, particularly when his hand occasionally ventured between my legs.
“I think that will do, so brace yourself for a bracing spanking –gentle to start with but with increasing severity!”
And so my punishment started! And gentle it was with his hand almost tenderly smacking each buttock in turn and rubbing in between, so turning me on even more! Then the pace and intensity increased and the playful spanking became increasingly more serious until I was definitely taking a severe spanking. However although painful it was bearable and did not detract from the arousal I was feeling. Perhaps being subordinate to a powerful dominant male in a sexually open position had something to do with my hormone release. Then I realized that I was not the only one getting aroused. His trousers had developed a lump that was poking into my stomach! No wonder he wanted to spank me. Spanking was a real turn on for him! He continued to spank me for a few more minutes, before with a final intimate massage of my bottom and between my legs, which must have left his hand wet, he said I could get up but leave my panties off as my next two sessions were also bare bottom. As I arose from his lap his erection was clearly visible and his penis was clearly of some size!
“Now Pringle I hope that has taught you a lesson but be aware a slippering and a caning are both in different leagues as far as pain goes, as you are about to find out. Now fetch me the slipper from the desk and then bend over and touch your toes with your legs slightly apart. Stay in that position until I have completed all twelve strokes – if you do not you will receive extra.”
I gave him the slipper, a rubber soled gym shoe, and bent over and touched my toes. Again bare bottomed with my legs apart I felt very open and vulnerable. He ran his hand all over my buttocks again and in between before resting the slipper on them.
“A twelve stroke slippering is far more painful than a hand spanking, which really serves only as a warm up, so prepare yourself for a dozen serious swats!”
And he was serious. The slipper struck with considerable force into my bottom and the pain was excruciating! Again and again he whacked the slipper down making my bottom increasingly painful and for me it certainly was no longer arousing. My whole bottom was beaten by the slipper. Somehow I managed to keep in position but by the twelfth stroke I was almost in tears.
“You took that very well Pringle, so much so that I think you beautiful sore bottom needs another soothing massage over my knee.”
He resumed his position on the chair and patted his legs indicating I should bend over his lap again. This time his erection was even more noticeable and I wondered what it would look like if freed. I bent over his lap no longer concerned about my vulnerability and nakedness.
“Goodness Pringle your bottom is very red! I hope I have not overdone it. “
This time he was again gentle, tenderly massaging each buttock increasing blood flow and rapidly easing the pain. I began to feel the aftermath of a good slippering – a wonderful warm afterglow and which again made my juices run. Undoubtedly he was well aware of this as his soothing tactile attention inevitably included rubbing between my legs. After a few minutes of this I did not want him to stop but I knew I still faced a twelve stroke caning bent bare bottomed over his desk.
“Now for your final punishment and the most painful one – a twelve stroke bare bottom caning stretched over my desk. To make the message sink in it will be twelve of my very best and I expect you to cry. So kindly bend over the desk and hold on to the far side until I tell you otherwise.”
I obeyed him without demure with feelings of fear of the pain to come alongside now rampant sexual needs – needs that I would not mind him satisfying if he wanted.
”Bottom up Pringle and legs apart. This going to be a serious caning and again you must stay in position.”
I heard the cane being swished several times in the air before I felt it tap, tap, tapping across both cheeks.
“Get ready Pringle this will really hurt!”
In the window behind his desk I could see his reflection as he raised the cane high and whistled it down with great force into my buttocks. Initially I felt nothing and then the pain flooded my bottom, causing me to scream out in agony. I could so easily have stood up and run away but I remained stoical and decided to take the next eleven strokes as best as I could. Each stroke was torture and the pain worsened as he continued to thrash my bottom and I screamed out as each one bit home. By the twelfth, as he expected, I was sobbing.
“That is your punishment completed Pringle. Stay in position while I inspect the damage. “
By inspection he meant gently running his fingers along the ridges left by the cane and then softly massaging each buttock, slowly easing the pain away to again produce that wonderful afterglow. Painful pleasure indeed! Sensing my approbation and the beginning of sexual awakening, his tactile exploration became more personal again arousing my need for sexual satisfaction.
“Like many boys and girls, this massaging after being spanked, slippered and caned has aroused you immensely and shown you Janus – the two faces of corporal punishment – pain and pleasure. Would you like me to complete the pleasurable side of being punished?”
I was so aroused and desperate to be penetrated how could I say no? I knew he was aroused just as much as I was.
“Yes please Headmaster”
Having a dominant, masterful male in sexual control threw all my inhibitions away. He had spanked and thrashed me and now he could have me!
“Stay in that position then and I will complete our session together.”
I was now longing to have him inside me and was excited to hear him unzip his trousers and drop them to the floor, followed by his briefs. Surreptitiously I looked back to see he was extremely well hung with a fully erect penis at least eight inches long. I sighed in anticipation. I had had several lovers but never a man this big before!
I then felt his two hands on my hips, guiding his throbbing stiff penis – his Excalibur – deeply into my moist and ready scabbard! I had never experienced anything like it. With his left hand on my back he pushed me down on the desk to keep me in position whilst his right hand caressed my clitoris – I was in heaven! As he thrust back and forth I cried out in ecstasy and quickly orgasmed, again and again and again, until I felt a massive throb of his giant penis and he ejaculated deep into my vagina.
When I agreed to come for interview I would never have dreamt that something like this would happen but I do not regret it. Even more so when after we had both dressed, the Chairman shook my hand and said:
“Congratulations new Headmistress! – That was an interesting experience for both of us and one I would love to repeat if you think you ever need to be spanked by your Chairman again!”
Well actually I did – in fact in my study after every Board meeting which I attended as the new Headmistress. And, yes, as Headmistress the senior boys and girls soon learned that to be sent to me always resulted in a bare bottom spanking, slippering or caning. However I did not indulge in the Chairman’s prerogative…
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are over 18 and are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons or businesses, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXXI by Barry Spockings, used here by very kind permission of the author. All rights reserved.
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Hot corporal punishment fiction by special guest author Baddlad17, repeated by popular demand. All the characters are 18 or over. Suitable for adult readers only.
As I lay down on my bed, six burning lines of fire blazing across my buttocks, I could not believe what had just happened. Tears rolled down my face as I gently rubbed in the sting across my bottom cheeks. The pain and humiliation still fresh in my mind.
Why had this happened to me? For the first time since I was eight, dad had punished me with spanking. Well not a spanking, a caning. I never even knew he had a bloody cane. It is all Annabelle’s fault, I am sure that bitch really enjoyed herself and I have no doubt in my mind that she is behind this.
Annabelle is dad’s new wife. She is only twenty-five, just six years older than me and almost twenty years younger than dad. They have been married just over twelve months. I have had little dealings with her until recent weeks as I was away most of last summer, then I went straight to university. It was not until I came home for Christmas that I got to know her a little better; I also noticed a big change in dad around the same time. Before he married Annabelle, we had been good buddies. Over the festive period I could not help but note he was more distant towards me, he had always been pretty strict but he now seemed to be more stern than I remembered, on a couple of occasions he spoke very sharply to me and even threatened to punish me. I was more than a little shocked at the change in his attitude. Feeling uncomfortable, I cut short my stay and left to spend New Year with a mate.
I did not come back home until the start of the summer break. When I arrived, I immediately noticed all the changes in the household. Annabelle had certainly got herself established. The entire house had been revamped and re-decorated. I hardly recognised the place. Even my room had been fully decorated, with new furniture. I was a little put out to discover that most of my belongings had been removed, without me even knowing. At supper that evening I pointed this out to dad. His reaction shocked me, he was more than annoyed, accusing me of being ungrateful and telling me I should be thankful to Annabelle for all the work she had put in, not moaning and groaning about a few sticks of old furniture. Honestly I felt about 3 feet tall by the time he had finished with me.
Over the following couple of weeks dad found a few reasons to really have a go at me, often threatening to deal with me if my behaviour continued to be poor. I just did not understand what I was doing wrong, I had not changed my behaviour, it was dad who had changed towards me. I noticed that whenever he challenged me about something, Annabelle would be close by watching and listening. I had come to dislike my new stepmother and as far as I was concerned she was a bitch who just seemed to relish getting me into trouble. Then this morning I came downstairs to find her messing with my phone. I was very angry with her and all my frustration with her over recent weeks came flooding out. I saw red and snatched the phone from her.
What the fuck do you think you are doing? That is my phone and my personal property.
I beg your pardon Brett, how dare you swear at me?
I will fuckin’ swear at you whenever I want. Who do you think you are you little whore, you have only been married to my dad for five minutes and you think you can do whatever you want. I have just about had enough.
Her eyes blazed into me as she spoke again,
How dare you speak to me like that, I am your stepmother and you should show me the respect due to me.
Respect! I almost spat the words out of my mouth,
How can I respect a woman who marries a man twenty years older than her? You don’t love my dad; How many cocks have you had up you since you married him? I bet there has been a queue in here while dad’s working away, little whore.
I had really lost it. All my pent up anger had come to the fore and poor Annabelle had just been hit with two loaded barrels. I watched the tears well up in her eyes, suddenly I started to feel guilty and went to comfort her and apologise. As I approached her she moved away before spitting out her venom.
Just you wait till your father gets home Brett Porter, I shall have him cane you, pants down for what you have just said. And I shall enjoy watching you yell as he does it. We will see who is smiling when your backside is burning.
Shut up bitch, Dad does not even have a cane and if he did I am way too old to be treated like that.
We will see about that.
I watched her turn and head off towards the lounge. I could not help but admire the tight sexy curves of her shapely arse and thighs. No wonder my dad had married her, I would like to bet she is great shag. Despite my bravado I was a little concerned over what she had said. I knew I had gone way too far and I had no doubt dad would punish me for it, but surely not. Would dad try and cane me? My arse tingled at the thought of it. I had been spanked many times off him when I was younger but that had stopped a long time ago. I watched from my bedroom window as Dad pulled onto the driveway, then waited in trepidation as dad got out and headed towards the house.
I was in my room when the door shut and I waited, fearful over what would happen. I could hear voices downstairs and I heard them talking quietly, unable to make out what was being said.
Brett, get your backside down here now, lad.
A chill went down my spine as I heard dad shout me down. Reluctantly I stood up and walked slowly towards the door and down the stairs to my doom. I had not even put my foot on the bottom step before I was hit by a smack right across my face. Dad stood looking at me, anger clearly written across his face.
You little bastard, how dare you speak to my wife in that manner, this is the final straw, it is a long time since I punished you but I think today it is time that period comes to an end.
I was still in shock as my cheek burned after the smack dad had just given me. There in the doorway stood Annabelle, smiling like a wicked witch.
Go into the lounge now lad, it’s time I did something I should have done a long time ago.
I was so shocked I did not argue, just walked towards the door and through into the lounge.
Annabelle was by the door smiling at me, while dad disappeared upstairs.
Now you are going to get what you deserve Brett, I shall enjoy this.
I had to bite my tongue as I did not wish to anger dad any more than I had already. Less than a minute later he came back in, my eyes nearly popped out of my head as I saw a long slender cane in his hands.
Dad no, you can’t be serious.
Shut up Brett, this is long overdue; I should have used this on you years back.
But I am nineteen and a grown man; you cannot seriously expect me to bend over so you can whack me with that thing.
Listen here boy and hear me well. You have a choice, you will be caned now or you will go upstairs and pack your things. Bear in mind if you choose the latter, you are on your own, no more subsidy for your university fees or anything else and you can find somewhere else to live. If you want to continue to live under this roof and be supported by me then you will submit to this.
I was in a no win situation. Take the cane or leave? I had no real choice, dad was heavily supporting me through my education and if I wanted to continue then I had only one option. But really was I going to bend over like a little boy and let him hit me with that stick? Of course I was, I had no option.
Over the back of the armchair and drop those shorts.
I was wearing a thin pair of football shorts which would have provided minimal protection but dad wanted them down, that would leave just one thin layer between my arse and the stick. As I walked over I noticed Annabelle watching from the door, a huge smirk on her face. Feeling totally humiliated I stood in front of the chair and slipped down my footy shorts before bending over the back of it and reaching down, my arse was poking up high giving dad and Annabelle a perfect view of my muscular mounds.
I started to panic as I felt dad slip his hands into the waistband of my underpants and unceremoniously peel them down to sit on top of my shorts.
Please dad no, I wailed.
You are going to feel these strokes Brett and your stepmother will see how I deal with my bratty son. Stay down or I will give you extra.
For the first time ever I felt a cane resting across the middle of my backside. Seconds later I heard a slight whistle then felt the crack before pain, unbelievable pain, erupted along a narrow strip in the middle of my arse cheeks. I could hardly breathe when a second lashed down, landing slightly lower, imprinting another stripe of fire.
The third stroke landed lower still really setting my bum on fire. I could feel the tears welling into my eyes. As the fourth landed even lower the tears dripped from my eyes and fell onto the leather seat of the armchair. My bottom was on fire. Dad thrashed the last two down even lower and harder, each time despite my resolve I yelled loudly. I was no longer concerned about anything except the sting across my arse. I lay there sobbing, my bottom on fire.
Right Brett, your stepmother will now give you a few smacks to reinforce the message. If you ever speak to her like that again she will be giving you six with the cane before I give you a further six.
I could barely believe what I was hearing. I was totally humiliated; I felt Annabelle’s hand touching my raw skin then felt a sharp smack across my left cheek. My new stepmother soon got into the swing slapping each bum cheek in turn, left, right, left, and right. I began to cry aloud as the spanking continued. Suddenly it stopped and I heard her speaking.
That is just a taster Brett. Next time I will cane you.
Dad ordered me to stand up; reluctantly I resumed the vertical and reached round to grip my stinging bottom. Through my tears I saw the smirk etched across Annabelle’s face. She had clearly enjoyed herself.
Go to your room lad and stay there till morning.
I eased my pants and shorts over my blazing backside, before limping off, my hands gripping tightly onto the burning flesh beneath. So I lay on the bed, letting tears of pain and humiliation drip down my face. Suddenly I heard a thwipp and a crack from downstairs. What was going on? There was another stroke, then another. I slipped off the bed and gently tiptoed to the landing. From the top of the stairs I could hardly believe what I could see through the banister rail into the lounge below. Annabelle was tapping a cane across a bare arse, Shock took over as I realised the recipient was dad. I watched the cane land hard leaving a fifth stripe, then a sixth one. I watched on transfixed as she continued to whip my dad. Grunts and yelps escaping his lips.
She finally stopped at twelve. I could hardly believe what I had just witnessed. Dad stood up and I saw his rock solid erection poking out in front as he rubbed his arse. Next I watched Annabelle kneel down and take my dad’s knob in her mouth. At that point I thought it was best to leave them as I had no wish to watch them having sex.
Back in my room I sat carefully on the bed and began to think about what had happened. So that was why dad had changed and why he had suddenly become real strict with me. His new wife was a sadist who enjoyed whipping his arse and she now wanted to get her hands on mine. I was shocked to the core to think of them having rampant sex downstairs while I had been a pawn in their sordid sex game. Giving my backside another rub I carefully climbed into bed and gave something else a rub. I knew I could not stay and that tomorrow I would have to ring up my mate and see if I could spend the rest of the summer at his place.
My wicked stepmother might enjoy whipping arses, but I was determined she was not going to whip mine. Somehow I was going to have to find a way of avoiding coming home until such time as I could afford to get my own flat. I lay down and began to make plans for the future, life was going to get harder but at the moment something else had gone hard and needed urgent attention. Tomorrow will be soon enough to sort things out.
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real businesses or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story © MMXIV by Baddlad17, used here by very kind permission
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