Chapter 1

I am one of less than twenty boys in my school. If that sounds unusual, allow me to explain. I attend Saint Erentrude's, an exclusive, old fashioned and very strict all-girls boarding school. Well 'all-girls' isn't quite true. You see, teachers sons are allowed to attend and there are usually about two or three in each year at the school. They are given no special treatment and their presence does lead to some embarrassment for both boys and girls, given the punishment regime of the school.

Saint Erentrude's employs a regime of corporal punishment. Rule breakers are punished with hand-spankings, the slipper or, for the more serious offences, the cane. The school even reserves the birch as a last resort, only to be used in situations where any other school would use expulsion.

The school has a prefect system, whereby trusted sixth-form pupils are appointed to help the teachers. Their responsibilities include punishing pupils for misdemeanours (naturally, these punishments are corporal in nature). When boys deserve, in the sixth form, to be made prefects, they are - and they are trusted not to abuse their right to remove girls' knickers.

I was never very popular at school. The other lads shunned me and the girls pretended I didn't exist, I was better at English and Maths and Science than at football I was also overweight and had worn glasses and braces until last year when I had finally been able to ditch the braces (at the same time I had swapped my glasses for contacts). This made me a 'freak' as well as a 'swot'; and I was either picked on or ignored by the popular crowd of boys and girls. However I had always taken care to be popular amongst the teachers. Even in French, my worst subject, I had always taken care to try my best.

As a result, when I joined the sixth-form this year at the ripe age of eighteen, I received that rarest of honours. I was one of only three male prefects in the entire school. Nobody dared to pick on me now that I had the power to spank pupils or send them to their housemaster for the cane. Even the other newly made prefects restricted themselves to the odd snide comment.

It was two weeks into term when my first chance for revenge came. The Headmaster was having one of my periodic crackdowns on smokers and had asked all the prefects to keep an eye out on the usual spots (actually with the school's strict rules the usual spots changed on a weekly if not daily basis). So it was that I took twenty minutes of my lunch hour to wander round some secluded areas. I was about to give up when I heard a snatch of conversation from two fourth form girls.

" ... Just been for a tab round the back of the language lab. Prefects haven't clocked that one yet." I smiled and wandered off in that direction.

As I rounded the corner I caught a whiff of smoke and saw a group of three fifth year girls puffing on silk cuts. Behind them were three familiar figures; Richard, Matthew and Dave were the leaders of the

'popular crowd' in my year and my chief tormentors; this was going to be sweet! They were grouped in a small huddle, however I could see only one cigarette, I sniffed again and smiled in triumph, that wasn't tobacco!

I cleared my throat loudly and the six students froze. I marched over to Richard and snatched the joint from my hand before he could recover. I stubbed it out on the wall and palmed it. Then I turned to the three girls.

"Put those out," I snapped. "All of you come with me."

I led them all into the school building and into an empty classroom.

"You three wait here," I said to the girls. "Come on!" I snapped at the others and led them on down the corridor to the Headmaster's study. I knocked and waited.

"Come," Mr Critchley ordered. I opened the door and ushered the three miscreants in and then stepped in after them, closing the door behind us. I succinctly explained how I had found them just a few minutes ago. I handed the half smoked spliff to the Head and he sniffed it and frowned more deeply. "Thank you," he said to me.

"My pleasure," I replied evenly, "just doing my job. If you'll excuse me Sir I have some cigarette smokers I'm going to deal with myself."

"Of course," the Headmaster replied. "You were right to bring this to me"

I returned to deal with the naughty girls with a renewed spring in my step. I love being a prefect.

Richard, Dave and Matthew's fate was announced in assembly the next day. Richard had been identified as the instigator - a baggie was found in my pocket and he admitted to being the one who got it for the others. So while Dave and Matthew would each receive twelve of the best at a Whole School Public, Richard would be getting the birch. It was the best news I'd heard in ages. Whole School Publics were almost unheard of. House Publics were rare enough, one a year, if that. Only the teachers could remember the last WSP.

Sophie Rudkin, a persistent offender, had received ten strokes of the cane naked before the whole school when first one, then two and then eventually all twelve of her first year victims had plucked up the courage to tell the head about her systematic bullying campaign.

Meanwhile Richard would be the first boy to receive the birch in Saint Erentrude's history. Almost everyone in the hall could remember the screams from the last girl to receive the birch. Ellen Sykes had been caught trying to steal an exam paper and had received the school's ultimate sanction.

The Whole School Public was part of Thursday morning's assembly. The Headmaster led the two naked boys onto the stage, the girls hardly bothering to hide their sniggers and comments. Mr Critchley delivered as fierce a caning as anyone present had ever witnessed and then left the boys naked, facing the school while he finished assembly.

At Friday at 9.00 the whole school stopped for the birching. I was in a free classroom with the three fifth year girls I had caught smoking. I had decided their discipline should coincide with the birching and so Kelly Sheridan a very attractive schoolgirl lay across my lap, her pleated school skirt was raised above her waist and I had lowered her knickers below her knees.

Her two friends, Liz Allen and Sarah Short stood facing me hands on heads, waiting their turn. Kelly's spanking would continue once she had finished listening to Richard's screams which could be heard even from here. He finally fell silent and I paused to let it sink in before I spoke to the three girls.

"Remember that is what can happen to trouble makers and count yourselves lucky you escaped with a hand spanking this time. Kelly you've got ten more to come count them out please."

The effect on my fellow students was immediately noticeable. People who wouldn't give me the time of day before now went out of their way to be civil to me. The only person who dared to be rude to me now was the Head Girl, Alison Jackson. She hadn't been spanked since she was a third year and had never had the cane.

As Head Girl she considered herself above such concerns (and above most of us mere mortals). She was very popular with all the teachers (even more so than me) and with the pupils, she was the best looking girl in school and she knew it! She had an acid tongue when teachers were out of earshot which endeared her with the in crowd of sneeringly superior 'beautiful people.'

Unfortunately I doubted I would ever get revenge on the ice queen and so I did my best to ignore her and did so perfect a job as Prefect that she would never be able to reprimand me in her position as Head Girl and First Prefect.

However my chance did come, I was making my way to class when Alison came dashing the other way, running late for French class on the other side of campus and anxious not to upset the notoriously strict Mr. Killian.

She careered into me and hissed a particularly vile insult at me as she picked herself up and went to grab her bag. That's when she froze, I followed her gaze and saw why, a bottle of vodka wrapped in a spare jumper had rolled out of her bag, she snatched it into her bag but she was too late. I took her bag from her and said,

"I think we'd better have a word." I led her into an empty classroom and shut the door. "Well, well, well," I said slowly, "our very own Head Girl with booze in school." To her credit Alison had completely recovered by now and resumed her usual sneer.

"Listen shit," she snapped, "I'll just tell the Headmaster it was me that found it on you and now you've concocted a ridiculous story to try and get yourself out of it. I think we both know who'll be believed. Now unless you want the cane I suggest you give me my vodka back."

"I believe we both enjoy Mr. Critchley's trust," I replied. "I just need some hard evidence." I picked up her bag again and began rummaging through it, ignoring Alison's protests.

In the front pocket was a scrunched up Victoria Wine bag. I opened it up and rummaged inside. I pulled out a crumpled receipt, on closer examination it was a credit card slip

"Dr. Phillip Jackson, that's your father isn't it. You're a signatory on my card aren't you?" I knew the answer to this, Alison was always flashing the Gold Card about and boasting about her rich background. "Smirnoff Blue, fifteen pounds I continued."

At last Alison cracked and began to plead. She was used to getting what she wanted and clearly thought she could get round me.

"Please," she started, even using my name (normally she referred to me as 'shit' or 'geek'.

"Let me off, I'll let you come to the party and I'll make sure everyone's nice to you, there'll be lots of girls there and..."

"I'm not interested in partying with people who're only even being civil with me to keep you out of trouble," I told her.

"I'll be nice to you for the rest of the year she continued. I'll make sure everyone lays off you. Please"

"I think you'll be nicer to me anyway once you're no longer Head Girl and I'm still a Prefect," I said smugly. "No, I'll think I'll give you a spanking and then send you to the Head for the cane. Maybe it'll be another Whole School Public I teased."

Alison went pale. She had never had the cane and the mere thought terrified her. As for a Whole School Public, the humiliation would be too much to bear. Then her parents would punish her for losing her rank as Head Girl (Daddy would probably cut off her allowance) and she would lose her much loved authority.

"Please," she tried again "couldn't you punish me yourself, you know you could give me the slipper or something,"

I simply smiled and shook my head.

"Or, or I could you know give you a ... a blowjob" Ali finally said clearly desperate.

"Very well," I said. "So, in addition to your spanking you're going to get the slipper and then you're going to receive some additional, intimate punishment from me.

"In return you may keep your vodka and no one else need ever know. Very well but you will do exactly what I say. Understood?"

Ali looked horrified she'd been prepared to suck me off to escape the cane but to take a spanking and a slippering as well ... However she had little choice.

"Yes" she said quietly "Yes what?" I prompted. "Yes Sir," she said blushing

"Very well, come here." I ordered. She came and stood in front of me. "Take everything off above the waist," I ordered.

Reluctantly, Alison moved to comply, she undid her tie, folded it and placed it on the desk. Then she untucked her blouse and slowly began to unbutton it.

The few male students at Saint Erentrude's all agreed that Alison had the biggest and best tits in the school and as she took off her blouse, folded it, put it on the desk and stood before me in just a black lacy push up bra I was even more impressed.

"And the bra," I prompted she reached behind herself pushing her jugs out even further and unclasped it. Then she pulled the garment off her chest altogether and placed it on the desk with her shirt and tie.

"Put your hands on your head." I told her as she tried to cover herself. Blushing harder than ever, Alison raised her hands onto her head displaying her charms lewdly to me.

"Now, ask me to play with your tits," I ordered. Alison looked ready to storm out but she didn't.

Instead she muttered, "Please play with my tits, Sir."

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that," I said innocently, "and look at me when you speak to me.

"Please play with my big tits, Sir," Alison repeated loud and clear, looking me in the face this time (though she was bright red with the humiliation of it).

Who was I to refuse a lady?! I reached out and cupped the breasts I had fantasised about and began to squeeze them and rub them and play with them. After about ten minutes of this I released them

"Now what do you say?" I prompted.

"Thank you for playing with my tits sir," Alison replied obediently.

"Now put yourself over my knee, I ordered. I'm going to give you a good spanking before you get the slipper. You obviously need to learn how a Head Girl should behave." So saying, I seated myself on the chair and motioned for her to approach me.

Shamefaced and taking tiny, reluctant steps in her smart high-heeled pumps, Alison advanced toward me. Despite her eighteen years and mature, shapely figure, her demeanour suggested that of a very young girl about to receive a deserved spanking.

Taking her by the hand, I gently but firmly pulled her face down across my lap. Nearly falling into position, Alison lay with her palms on the floor to balance herself. Her school skirt rode up to reveal a generous amount of black stocking, and her knees were slightly bent. Knowing what was coming, she was scarlet with embarrassment.

I reached down with both hands and, with great slowness, began raising the hem of her pleated black school skirt. Lush, tapering thighs, enhanced by black stockings, came into view,

followed by the heavier portions of her stockings. Then came milk white thighs, contrasting vividly with her black stockings.

The school skirt came up to the waist, slowly bringing into view form fitting black knickers that could barely contain her lovely and fully rounded buttocks. With her stocking tops, bare thighs and black panties on full display, Alison was a picture of feminine embarrassment. Her face was a flaming scarlet and she kept her eyes tightly closed, as if that would block out the shameful display she was making of herself.

I paused for a moment to enjoy the breathtaking view, not missing a single detail as my eyes moved from the tips of her nicely shod feet to her head. Both of us were aware of the erection that the display had already produced.

Alison moaned and wriggled with girlish apprehension as I clasped my left forearm and

hand around her waist to hold her in position.

"OK Alison, I'm going to start by spanking you over your knickers to 'warm you up' but then they'll have to come down. We'll start with ten over the knickers — you will count them out." I ordered her.