A Parent Confronts the Headmistres

Mrs Miles walked into the girl's sixth form College where her daughter, Larissa, was a student, but she was away at a camp arranged by the college and was due back next week. Mrs Miles was forty-one and Larissa was seventeen and in her first year at the sixth form college.

Mrs Miles was due to meet Mrs Waterman, the headmistress, who was in her early fifty's. The reason for the meeting was that Larissa had been given a double detention and so when she attended that on her return next week, she would have to attend the headmistresses study and be caned by Mrs Waterman.

When Larissa had explained how unfair it was that she was given even one of the detentions, that was when the meeting was called for by Mrs Miles.

Mrs Miles was certainly an alpha female, both at the office and at home. She had very strong views, on almost everything, and was generally persuasive and so got others to agree with her point of view. Mind you, she was almost always correct in her views.

Mrs Waterman was also an alpha female, authoritative, demanding, setting high standards at the college, and was well respected by staff and students. She was also a strong advocate of using the cane because of its incentive for the college girls to behave rather than be sent to her to be punished.

Mrs Miles got to the headmistress's study, knowing there was an outer office occupied by her secretary, Miss Chambers, who was in her early twenty's. She therefore just walked in.

Miss Chambers was used to parents just barging in, and so calmly looked at the calendar, looked at Mrs Miles, and said, "Hello, Mrs Miles, I see you are a few minutes early. Please take a seat next to Mrs Waterman's study door."

Mrs Miles was going to object and insist she was allowed to go straight in, but then heard a thwacking noise and a yelp coming from inside the study and realised that it must be one of the girls being caned. So instead of insisting on being seen immediately, she realised that couldn't happen, and instead obediently went and sat on the chair closest to the study door. As she sat down, she heard another thwack and another yelp.

There were four more thwacks with four louder and louder yelps, before silence. Then she heard Mrs Waterman sternly dismiss the girl, and moments later the door to the study opened and a girl who Mrs Miles recognised was in Larissa's class, came out of the study, rubbing her bottom, and tears were dribbling down her face as she went over and stood in front of Miss Chambers' desk.

Miss Chambers looked up and asked, "Was it just the six strokes, Jodie?"

Jodie replied as she still rubbed her dress-covered bottom and sobbed, "Yes, Miss, six strokes."

Miss Chambers looked down at the papers on her desk, filled in what Mrs Miles assumed was the number of strokes, looked back up, and said, "Okay, Jodie, you can go now."

Jodie sobbed again as she replied, "Thank you, Miss."

As Jodie left the office, closing the door behind herself, Miss Chambers buzzed through to Mrs Waterman and said, "Mrs Miles is here to see you, headmistress."

Mrs Waterman replied, "Send her in, please."

Miss Chambers looked up and said, "Please go through, Mrs Miles." She then added with a clearly sarcastic comment, "No need to knock on the door."

Normally, Mrs Miles would have made a very sharp retort if someone in her office had made that kind of comment to her, but she was focused on what she knew would be a difficult discussion with Mrs Waterman. So, she just nodded to Miss Chambers, turned, walked through and closed behind her the door to the study, and walked over to Mrs Waterman's desk and sat down in one of the visitors' chairs.

As she sat down, Mrs Waterman gave Mrs Miles a clear, 'At least wait until you are invited to sit down,' look, but saw the smirk on Mrs Miles' face, which clearly indicated that Mrs Miles knew she wasn't giving her the respect that the college girls clearly gave her.

Letting that pass, Mrs Waterman gave what was clearly a false smile and said with a sarcastic tone, "Nice to see you, Mrs Miles."

There were quite a few helicopter mums like Mrs Miles at the college, and Mrs Waterman was known to treat them with disdain, as she felt they should be far less involved than they so often were.

Mrs Miles knew the scene was set for a very difficult discussion as she was going to be asking Mrs Waterman to release Larissa from both detentions and therefore the caning as well, and fully expected the headmistress to support the teachers who gave both detentions. She was ready to argue her daughter's case, however, because being an alpha female herself, she was well-used to having discussions where she managed to change the view of the person arguing against her.

Mrs Waterman immediately dived into the discussion and said, "I know you are here to discuss the two detentions for your daughter. However, I have checked with both of the teachers, and both say they were correctly given."

Mrs Miles retorted with, "Well, that is not what Larissa has told me. Please ask both teachers to come here as well so I can question them."

Mrs Waterman replied, "I'm afraid that can't happen. Both teachers are actually at the camp and so not available."

Mrs Miles knew that and hoped the request would back foot Mrs Waterman. However, it clearly hadn't.

Mrs Waterman decided not to give Mrs Miles the chance to reply, and immediately added, "So is there anything else I can do for you, Mrs Miles? The detentions will stand."

Mrs Miles looked sternly at Mrs Waterman and said, "You don't think that the fact that you fondled Larissa's breasts, albeit accidentally according to you, is enough for you to reverse the detentions?"

Mrs Waterman knew exactly what Mrs Miles was talking about, but she clearly hadn't fondled Larissa's breasts but had simply lost her balance, held her hand out, and brushed Larissa's breasts by accident.

Mrs Waterman still looked shocked as she demanded, "Is Larissa accusing me of fondling her breasts, Mrs Miles?"

Mrs Miles kept a straight face as she replied, "No she isn't, not even suggesting it, but then she doesn't have the experience that I have about such things happening where claims are made, and the defence is exactly like you have said, which is that it was an accident."

Mrs Waterman knew that in recent times it was quite common when such accusations were made for there to be a presumption that it was done on purpose and wasn't an accident. It seemed being held innocent until proven guilty didn't apply in the same way as other things. The last thing she had expected when meeting today was to have that accusation made, but now it had been she really didn't know how to respond other than to repeat, "As I said, Mrs Miles, it was an accident."

Mrs Miles knew that she did now have Mrs Waterman on the back foot and said, "Maybe we should see what the governors have to say about it?"

That got Mrs Waterman even more worried because it could lead to her being sacked. Maybe she would have to release Larissa from both the detentions after all. However, that would mean that she had lost the argument, and if that got around, who knows which other parents would use that same suggestion in future. To date, any parent that came to see her asking for favours, always left with her tail between her legs because, Mrs Waterman told herself, that's what happens when you take on an alpha female like she was.

Believing that she was untouchable, she then said, "Maybe, as well as me caning Larissa, I should give you the cane, Mrs Miles, for making such a threat?" She smiled to herself as she saw the look of surprise on the face of Mrs Miles. She was getting the upper hand, she felt, which she should do, being an alpha female.

However, Mrs Miles was quite used to those with weak arguments saying outrageous things, thinking that they would turn the argument around in their favour. Well, Mrs Miles wasn't having it today, just as she never had it, and retorted with, "Actually, Mrs Waterman, I think what is needed is that I give you the cane as the only thing that will stop me going to the governors."

That really wasn't the retort that Mrs Waterman had expected, and she had certainly never been spoken to like that by any of the parents. In fact, she was so surprised, that she didn't know what to say but just stared at Mrs Miles, assuming that she would immediately apologise for making such a ridiculous suggestion.

The two alpha women sat staring at each other, not blinking, waiting for the other to cave in, but thinking about the strength or otherwise of their own positions.

Mrs Waterman kept thinking about the threat, and how those threats had led senior and previously well-respected people to resign their positions rather than face the public enquiry.

It was while she was thinking those thoughts that Mrs Waterman caved in and replied contritely, "Okay, Mrs Miles, I will release Larissa from one of the detentions so she will not face the cane." She saw that as a partial victory.

Mrs Miles scoffed and replied, "The fact remains, Mrs Waterman, either I will cane you myself, or refer this whole matter to the governors." She knew why Mrs Waterman wanted to keep one detention in place and wasn't having it. She wanted to win the whole argument.

Mrs Waterman caved in completely, and thought that she had better concede both detentions, but not thinking straight, just said, "Okay, Mrs Miles."

Mrs Miles jumped to the wrong conclusions and said, "Right, then, Mrs Waterman, both detentions are removed, and I will be giving you twelve strokes of the cane."

Mrs Waterman panicked and said, "No, Mrs Miles, I meant I will release Larissa from both detentions."

Mrs Miles realised the mistake she had made, but didn't want to admit it and retorted with, "No, way, Mrs Waterman. Either you accept my twelve strokes of the cane and confirm there is no way that Larissa will be caned herself, or this will go to the governors."

Mrs Miles was so used to winning arguments and really wasn't concerned about how embarrassed she made the person arguing with her, so she was quite used to this situation and saw no reason to admit her own mistake. Even so, she really hadn't expected to come close to caning Mrs Waterman and knew that, even if she did, it could rebound on Larissa, so she would have to be very careful how all of this ended up.

Mrs Waterman couldn't see any way out of this, and the very last thing she wanted was this to go to the governors. After all, whilst Mrs Miles didn't know it, two other parents had threatened to go to the governors for different reasons, and if one did then surely the other two would as well, and that would definitely lead to her being sacked.

The added complication, Mrs Waterman knew, was that over a drink with three of the teachers, and after too many drinks, they discussed which college girls they actually fancied. Mrs Waterman stated Larissa was one of the girls she fancied. That was all too much of a coincidence which the other teachers were bound to recognise.

What helped, though, was that as much as she was the alpha female and very strict headmistress, happily caning all the girls sent to her to be caned, she had never been caned herself and had so often wondered what it might feel like. She saw all the girls who she caned over their dresses leave her study rubbing their bottoms with red eyes and quite often tears dribbling down their faces, so she knew it must hurt, but that still didn't stop her wanting to know what it was like to actually be caned. She even pictured herself being caned by some of the other teachers, and some of the parents, and even Miss Chambers, whilst fingering herself to huge orgasms.

So, with all those thoughts flying through her mind, as well as feeling flutters cascading around her vagina, she told herself she might as well stop resisting, and at least experience what she had fantasied about for so long.

So, with feelings of both dread and erotic anticipation, Mrs Waterman looked at her desk as she replied, "Okay, Mrs Miles, twelve strokes of the cane for me, it is."

Mrs Miles was surprised, although managed to keep a straight face. Wow, she thought, was she really going to cane the headmistress? Maybe she was, and so she instructed, "Right then, go and fetch me a cane, and make sure it is one of the really thick senior canes."

That shocked Mrs Waterman again, as she always pictured herself being caned with one of those senior thick canes, just like she had in the cupboard with the hook end. So, she walked over to the cupboard, opened it, took out one of those senior canes, closed the cupboard door, and walked back to Mrs Miles, handing the cane to her.

Mrs Miles watched in amazement as Mrs Waterman fetched the cane and brought it over to her. As she took it from the headmistress, she remembered being told by one of her friends who had been caned at college that it was given to her on her bare bottom, and so commanded, "Right, get your dress up above your waist and take your knickers off, and then bend over the desk." She deliberately refrained from calling the headmistress by her name or with any respect whatsoever, but had to admit to enjoying the thought of caning her.

Mrs Waterman still wasn't thinking straight but did know that when she fantasied about being caned, it was always on her bare bottom. She therefore didn't think twice about the instruction and the fact that she only caned the college girls over their dresses. She, therefore, almost automatically did as she was told, and moments later her knickers were on one of the guest chairs, and she was bending over her own desk, stretching and clasping the far end, and was looking down at the surface of the desk knowing that her bare bottom was unprotected and ready to be caned.

Mrs Miles smiled to herself as she watched the headmistress prepare herself to be caned, now without question. This was such a change of character, but then Mrs Waterman had just lost the argument and so Mrs Miles wasn't that surprised that she was now doing as she was told, acknowledging defeat, and being subservient.

Mrs Miles wanted to enforce her superiority and did so by easing the cane between Mrs Waterman's legs and flicking it from side to side lightly hitting her inner thighs and ordered, "Legs further apart, please."

Mrs Waterman was again obedient and placed her legs further apart, knowing she often told the girls she was about to cane to do exactly that because that stretched their bottom cheeks and made the strokes sting even more. Well, not necessarily sting more, but somehow made the girls more embarrassed.

Mrs Miles had thought the same, and as she looked down at the waiting bare bottom cheeks, also saw that some of Mrs Waterman's dark-haired pussy mound was visible to her, and she even thought that she could see some of that hair mound glisten, as though soaked in her sex juice. Did that mean that Mrs Waterman was turned on by the thought of being caned? That would be so cool, Mrs Miles said to herself.

Mrs Waterman really couldn't understand why she felt so excited at having to do exactly as she was told because, for her, it was so out of character. Shouldn't she, an alpha female like her, not just do as she was told just like that but should stand her ground? Yet she hadn't, and here she was, bent over her own desk clasping hold of the far edge, yet felt excited at the prospect of being caned. Clearly, she still did want to experience what she knew would be a painful caning, and from one of the parents, so she stayed in place. Some alpha female she has turned out to be, she told herself.

Just then she thought that perhaps she could just press the intercom and get her secretary to come in and save her. However, she quickly dismissed that thought as it would stop her experiencing being caned. So, she stayed in position, just as she would expect any of the college girls to do, and waited for the pain.

Mrs Miles didn't have second thoughts. Having been threatened with the cane herself, and had ended up in the exact opposite position, holding the cane, positioning herself, and was ready to cane the headmistress's bare bottom. She felt in control and was the alpha female that she always knew that she was. Even better, to have the dominant, authoritative, headmistress bent over her own desk already accepting that she was going to get twelve strokes of the cane.

Now the determined winner, Mrs Miles pulled her arm back and then brought the cane down really firmly, landing it with the same thwack she heard when Jodie was canned as she sat outside. She watched the cane bite into Mrs Waterman's bare bottom cheeks, which surrendered so beautifully, swirled around, and then bounced back into position just as she focused on landing the second stroke.

Mrs Waterman gasped as the cane bit into her bottom, but didn't yelp, telling herself that it did sting, but it was manageable. She didn't find the second stroke quite so manageable and when the third stroke bit into her bottom she was definitely clasping hold of the far edge of the table to make sure that she stayed in position. When the fourth stroke landed, she knew that she lifted one leg, which was what she had seen several of the college girls do, which showed they were trying to cope, but were struggling to do so with the pain, just as she was doing, and again when the fifth stroke landed.

Mrs Miles was still very focused as she landed the sixth stroke, and happily looked at the five raised red welts that had appeared, one at a time, and they continued to do so as she delivered the seventh stroke with as much ferocity as the earlier ones. As she delivered the eighth stroke, she also enjoyed the much louder gasp that Mrs Waterman gave, and when she landed the ninth stroke and got yet another loud gasp, she could see that Mrs Waterman was clasping hold of the far side of the desk because her knuckles were white, and she was clearly fighting to keep hold.

What Mrs Miles knew, was that all her thoughts were about inflicting the pain of the punishment on Mrs Waterman, but she never once wondered what it might be like to be on the receiving end herself.

It was very different thoughts for Mrs Waterman. She knew that she was still the alpha female at the college, and her word was law, but she found being submissive today, suffering the pain that was being inflicted on her by stroke after stroke of the senior cane, was still turning her on. It wasn't right when it was happening, but she knew that whilst she was struggling with the stinging pain after each stroke on the one hand, she was eagerly anticipating the next stroke and the even more intense pain that brought.

When the tenth stroke landed, Mrs Waterman let out a yelp, which Mrs Miles clearly enjoyed, but even so, knowing that there were just two strokes left she made the eleventh stroke even harder and was rewarded with a much louder yelp and could see Mrs Waterman was struggling even more to stay bent over the table as she was clasping ever more tightly the far side.

Mrs Miles made sure that the twelfth stroke was much harder than any of the others, and as she saw the cane bite into Mrs Waterman's already red welted-covered bottom, and heard the yelp of pain, and saw her white knuckles clasping hold of the table even more firmly, so she told herself that this was something that would be ever so exciting to be able to do it again.

After all, as the headmistress here at the college, she knew that Mrs Waterman would have girl after girl bent across the same desk, albeit their bottoms covered in their knickers and dress, but she would experience the yelps time and time again.

As much as Mrs Miles was sorry that the caning came to an end, she assumed that Mrs Waterman would be happy about it. She was still disappointed, though, when she said, "Okay, headmistress, you can get up now."