Chapter 4: The Punishment

For the rest of that day, Adam was in bit of a daze and went through his teaching duties mechanically. What was really troubling him was that, deep inside, if he was to be brutally honest with himself, part of him was actually looking forward to the experience. He became more and more keyed up and only nibbled at his tea. He kept looking at his watch - partly wishing it was time and partly wishing it was all over.

At a quarter to seven he knocked on Anne's door. Anne had already got preparations well under way. In a side room off her office a strange wooden device was set in the middle of the floor. It had two supporting posts about 3 feet apart with two horizontal bars between them. The lower one was fixed but the upper one could be raised or lowered and was heavily padded and covered with leather. From the lower bar, two short spars protruded with hand-grips at the ends. Adam looked at it in puzzlement.

"I'll explain what happens," said Anne. "The delinquent enters the room and removes her skirt. She will not be wearing tights or stockings. Depending on the offence, she is sometimes required to remove her pants as well. She will be told how many strokes she is to receive and with what implement will be used. She pointed at her desk. On it was a thick leather strap, a paddle a bit like an outsize ping-pong bat, a whip with a short handle and numerous long, fine strands and an outsize plastic ruler. Adam shuddered at the sight of these barbaric implements of punishment.

"She steps up to the 'gate', places her feet on the marks, bends over the bar and grips the handles on the far side. The top bar can be adjusted to support her waist. She is required to keep her feet perfectly still, hold onto the handles at all times and to count the strokes. Failure to do so adds 5 strokes. I should add that strokes are to be delivered only to the buttocks.

"The punishment is designed to be both painful and humiliating - but not to cause permanent damage. As these girls have been flaunting their not inconsiderable charms, I think they should be required to remove their skirts, pants and blouses. Let's see how they feel when they really have to show their stuff. I also think we should use the 'tickler' - she picked up the whip-like implement. This stings like fury but doesn't last that long. We want to dissuade them from improper behaviour, not punish them for a major crime. 20 strokes should be enough.

"You need the correct action to get the best effect. Bring it down sharply but, just before it hits, flick your wrist. I'll show you."

She raised the whip and brought it smartly down. The multitude of strands whistled out behind. At about waist height, she abruptly jerked her wrist upwards. The strands continued downwards and then changed direction with a sharp 'crack' - a bit like flicking a wet dish towel. It sounded frightful.

"Now you try."

Cautiously, Adam raised the whip and took a practise swing. The effect was limp, to say the least.

"Come on, Adam, but some life into it," Anne scolded.

After several more attempts, Adam managed to approach the correct action. Anne glanced at her watch and then at Adam.

"OK? Let's get them in."

She opened the door and summoned Veronica. The girl stepped tentatively into the room and the gasped as she saw Adam.

"Ms Henderson," she protested. "He shouldn't be here. It's not right."

Anne looked at her sternly. "I don't think you're in much of a position to object, Veronica. After all, it was in Mr Hazel's class that you were misbehaving."

"But I didn't do anything," Veronica wailed.

"You weren't trying to disrupt Mr Hazel's lesson?"

"No, Miss."

"Oh? Tell me how you were dressed today?"

"In school uniform, Miss."

"I see. What sort of shoes did you have on?"

Veronica looked at the floor. "Black ones."

"What sort of black ones? Describe them."

"They were just black shoes."

"You mean they weren't patent leather and they didn't have 4-inch heels?"

Veronica was silent.

"Well, Veronica? Were they the shoes you were wearing today?"

"Yes, Ms Henderson," admitted Veronica very reluctantly.

"And what about your skirt?"

"What about it?"

"It could be described as short?"

"Yes, Ms Henderson."

"Very short?"

"I, I suppose so."

"And underneath your skirt you were wearing stockings? Sheer, black stockings? With a garter belt? Is that right, Mr Hazel?"

"I didn't really notice," Adam stammered.

"And your pants were - what colour, Mr Hazel?"

"Black... lace," he croaked.

"And on top, Veronica, what were you wearing?"

"A white shirt, Miss."

"And underneath?"

"Underneath, Miss?"

"Yes, Veronica. What were you wearing underneath your white shirt?"

Veronica stared fixedly at the floor, her face pale.

"I'm waiting for your answer, Veronica."

Veronica remained silent, her fingers twisting nervously.

"Can I take it your silence means that you were wearing nothing under your shirt? You will answer, Veronica."

"Yes, Miss."

"Yes, what, Veronica?"

Veronica looked up in a sudden act of defiance.

"Yes I was wearing nothing under my shirt."

"So, Veronica, today you turned up for class dressed in a white shirt with no bra, a very short skirt, black stockings and a garter belt, and patent high- heeled shoes. Am I correct?"

"Yes, Miss Henderson."

"Why did you dress like that?"

"I dunno. Because I wanted to, I suppose."

"You suppose! The reason you dressed like a tart was, quite simply, to provoke Mr Hazel and disrupt his class? Isn't that so?"

Veronica stayed silent with bowed head, the toe of her right foot tracing small circles on the carpet.

"Well, Veronica, we're both eagerly awaiting your answer."

"I suppose so, Ms Henderson," the girl finally, reluctantly admitted.

"You know that sort of behaviour is unacceptable. It disrupts Mr Hazel's excellent lessons and is not fair on the rest of the class. If you want to seduce Mr Hazel, you must do so outside the classroom." Both Adam and Veronica gasped at this statement. Adam looked at the girl who gave a him a quick, sly glance, then returned her attention to the floor.

"You will cease dressing provocatively as of now. To remind you, you will receive 20 strokes of the 'tickler'. Please remove your skirt, pants and blouse and take your place. You, I'm sorry to say, are familiar with the procedure."

"Please, Ms Henderson, don't make me strip. I'll take more than 20 but I don't want to take my clothes off in front of Mr Hazel."

"Veronica, you were quite prepared to show off your charms to Mr Hazel earlier today so why not now? No arguments, girl."

Very reluctantly, and blushing furiously, Veronica began to unfasten her skirt and pull it down. Adam, being a gentleman, stared fixedly at a painting of a vase of flowers, trying to remember if it was Van Goch or Gaugin who had painted sunflowers, as she slowly and grudgingly stripped.

"Mr Hazel." Anne's voice interrupted him.

He blinked and looked round. Veronica, dressed only in her white, lacy bra was now bent almost double over the whipping frame. Her small, round bottom was high in the air, proffered blatantly for it's abuse. The muscles in her slender legs were tense and trembling from her bent-over position. The knuckles of her hands were white where she gripped the hand-holds and her long, black hair trailed on the floor. Between her parted thighs her labia, covered in soft, dark hair, was wantonly displayed. Adam felt himself grow uncomfortably warm.

Anne handed him the whip. "Carry on, Mr Hazel."

Adam cleared his throat. "Now, Veronica, you know why you are being punished?"

"Yes." A small voice.

"Tell me," he said, playing for time.

"Because I upset you."

"I'm not upset, Veronica. That's not why you're being punished."

"Because I disrupted your class."

"That's better. And how did you disrupt the class?"

Beside him, Anne was nodding in approval.

"By distracting you."

"And how were you distracting me?" Adam was getting into his stride, now.

"By the way I was dressed."

"And... A bit more than that, I think."

"And by letting you see up my skirt."

"That's better. Any more?"

"And letting you look at my breasts."

Adam was beginning to feel a stirring in his loins and decided he had better get on with it.

"Good. What are you going to do from now on?"

"Dress properly." Veronica paused briefly then continued, "And seduce you outside the classroom."

Anne clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle as Adam flushed.

"I don't think that's quite the idea," he said, hastily. "How are you going to be punished?"

"Twenty strokes with the 'tickler'."

Adam cleared his throat. This was it. He couldn't put it off any longer.

"Remember, Veronica, to count each stroke and keep still," Anne said, sternly. "Five extra every time you miss."

"Yes, Ms Henderson."

"Right, Mr Hazel. In your own time. Even strokes if you please."

Adam positioned himself and slowly raised the whip. He could feel his arm trembling. He looked down at the smooth, round, up-thrust cheeks. Would he have the nerve to go through with it?

"Whenever you're ready, Mr Hazel," said Anne, sharply, right beside his ear.

Startled, he brought the whip sharply down and, at the last moment, remembered to jerk his wrist upwards. The strands whistled down and flicked perfectly against the girl's skin. They almost seemed to kiss it but she flinched and cried, "Ow. One."

He raised his arm brought it down again.

"Oh, ouch. Two."

"Just count, Veronica, and never mind the histrionics," said Anne.

To Adam the experience took on a dream-like quality. Here he was, in the Head Teacher's study whipping the bare bottom of a lithe and sexy teenager girl. As he laid on the strokes, her bottom started to grow first pink, then red. He was not an expert and sometimes the strands laid across the tense flesh and sometimes they barely kissed it. Throughout, the girl kept up a steady count and remained rooted to her position, despite the fact that she was sobbing, the tears dripping from her eyes.

After the 20th stroke, Adam lowered his arm and stood back.

"Right, Veronica. That will be all. Get dressed now, please," said Anne. As the girl straightened, stiff from bending over and sore from the beating, Adam suddenly noticed small drops of moisture on the soft brown hair of her mons. He was shocked. Surely Veronica hadn't found the punishment stimulating? What a disturbing thought.

The girl pulled on her blouse and skirt - but not her panties - and stood, sniffling, eyes downcast, clenching and unclenching her fists at the pain in her bottom.

"You may go, now."

"Yes, Ms Henderson. Thank you Ms Henderson. Thank you Mr Hazel," said the girl, almost curtsying.

"Get some cream from the dispensary, Veronica," said Anne as she opened the door to usher Veronica out and Melanie in.

They same procedure with Melanie - with almost the same result. At first the girl denied any wrong-doing but finally admitted, when pressured, that she had been deliberately exposing herself to Adam in class. She, too, was told to strip to her bra. Unlike Veronica she made no objection but, after a sly look at Adam, quickly removed here skirt, blouse and panties. Melanie was more developed than Veronica; rounder and with a fuller figure. Her breasts swelled up from the confines of her white bra, her hips were broader and her bottom rounder. She took her place at the 'gate' and Adam definitely felt his cock stir at the sight of her rounded bottom sticking up into the air with the plump peach of her mons with its covering of red hair exposed below.