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My dear friend Kay who I wrote the story Even Pirates get Spankings for reminded me of this story I wrote in December of and posted on the Google group soc. Although that is less than five years ago, it seems like a long time. I had just moved miles for a new job, in an environment like nothing else I'd ever experienced. The job worked out well in the long run, I'm happy to say, but in the beginning is was a bit rough.


Some naughty girls need their own s of their time at my school. This is a girl who is rather posh, and delightful to know.

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Always dressed well, polite, and hard working. But of late, a little naughty. I will not detail the naughtiness, I leave that to bigger stories, just be aware that she has been misbehaving a lot lately, back chat, lateness, no homework, that sort of thing.

When she first arrived at Saint Helena she had a rebellious mind. I think it was peer pressure.

She was a privileged girl who wanted to show the less fortunate that she was no goody-goody. She targeted local council buildings with graffiti, claiming all sorts of persecutions were happening against the local populous. Seventy three offences! Three appearances in Juvenile Court. It seems she is going through a second phase, a lot do. A spanking or two usually sorts them out.

The school Psychologist says it is a basic need in a punished girl. Like a Catholic girl going to confession. Putting it simple, they need a spanking! The weight of guilt lifted off their shoulders after their admission spanking is such a wonderful thing.

Such a naughty girl

They have atoned! They do not have to worry any more about being different. Some girls just need a regular spanking to keep them on the right track. I think half a dozen whacks on your bare bottom with a plimsoll is what you need my girl!

She reached the front. You are a naughty girl! What are you? She faltered at these words, girls realise at this stage that their bottom and private parts will be on show, and I will know what they look like, and every time they pass me, they will blush.

I gave her a minute to compose herself. Brace yourself!

There are six third years coming here in ten minutes, stand in the corner, your naughty bottom bare for all to see, and contemplate what has just happened. I hope this has taught you a lesson young lady! I made her stay there for fifteen minutes more. Then dismissed her. What happened next was not at all uncommon. Getting spanked and humiliated at school is the first step on many a girls journey to becoming a true submissive.

I instinctively knew this when I saw her face when she came back less than a month later. I had four fourth years sat writing a seven essay on something incredibly boring.

When Charlotte knocked on the door and entered after being told to do so, just for a second, her face showed delight. I confess that I loved knowing, there were a lot in the school, and I enjoyed punishing them the most.

Not that any of them suspected, I was professional at all times. You are to witness the spanking of a very naughty girl! Go straight to the front Charlotte, stand near the stool and face the left hand wall.

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Stare at the wall, and tell it what you are, and what you deserve! She faced the wall, and spoke to it. That includes you Charlotte! If your performance is not loud and clear, you will all get six with the ruler! There were classrooms to each story, I knew they were both full.

The sound of the chanting girls, the crisp well delivered smacks, and the wails and screams of Charlotte would carry. I rotated the timetable so that every class used the two ading rooms at least three times a week. It was a marvellous way of letting the naughty girls that discipline was being maintained. I put Charlotte in the corner again, near an open window. The classrooms were instructed to leave the nearest windows open…her sobs would be heard. Like my voice…. The girl was spanking full of the naughtiest girls imaginable, but they were a jolly bunch.

I had spoken at length to Mr Jones about this exotic creature and what seemed to be a need to be punishe. We agreed that here was a girl developing into a submissive. As my orgasms gathered pace and intensity, images of her in different positions flew through my wild mind! But she was an annoying little brat!

Cheeky, quick with a sarcastic comment, challenging, defiant and always thought she was right! She made her get over a stool and told all the class she was going to make an example of her. She whacked and whacked her bottom full force with the thick rubber soled plimsol for a good five minutes. The whacks echoed around the room. Lucy tried her hardest not to make a fuss, but by the end she was crying, squealing and begging for mercy!

But it made little or no difference to the troublesome little minx. In fact, it became a challenge, almost a battle of wits between a formidable, beautiful disciplinarian and a brat. Just one week to the day, in the same lesson on the weekly timeable, the brat and Miss Kenworthy faced each other again.

Like some kind of duel on a dusty street in some old Wild West town, they eyed each other as they walked into class.

Miss Kenworthy full of menace and serious. Lucy full of brash bravado, showing off to her friends.

Which she continued to do for another fifteen minutes, constantly being told to behave. As the class went on, the room became full of atmosphere. The radiators gently hummed as the hot water ran through the cast iron pipes. The old oak clock ticked away. Rain and hail pelted the high windows. When asked why, she became rude and arrogant. She overstepped the mark, deliberately. She expected Miss Kenworthy to explode, but instead a calmness fell upon her.

You young lady have been impertinent and very offensive to my professional reputation. I do know the subject. This will not develop into a discussion Lucy. I am going to give you twelve with the tawse.

Out here now! Bare your bottom, and bend over the stool. Out came Lucy, she smiled to the class. They could not decide wether to admire her, or think her stupid. Some through contempt, some through desire, some simply because they wanted to see a bottom get the tawse. As she bent over, every girl stared at her beautiful bare bottom.

They all agreed on this.

It was indeed, soft and beautifully shaped. Then the thrashing began. She held her position as Miss Kenworthy let her have it without any mercy. Miss Kenworthy looked to the pale faced onlookers, the severity of the thrashing had made some feel queasy.

They all lowered their eyes as she looked at them. She circled Lucy about five times, listening to her wimper and looking at the red swellings rise. Miss Kenworthy was being very clever, using few words and keeping things simple. Lucy began to feel a little unsettled.

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