A School for Spanking Ch 04
The term started for real on Monday, and I had spent the remainder of my weekend preparing for the classes I had. Notwithstanding the events that had brought me to this place and job, I was very unsure of just exactly what the dynamic of the classroom would be. Up to now, I had not taught anyone above the age of 16. Now I was going to be teaching young ladies with age ranges between eighteen and twenty-five. Their social backgrounds were also very different from the students I had taught previously. I questioned the possible motivation of them given that I was equally confident that their attendance at Lady Sophia's Finishing School for Ladies may not, in every instance be entirely voluntary. I guess access to pots and pots of money might be an influencing factor?
I remained surprised that young adult women would tolerate the requirement to wear a uniform. However, I'm not going to be anything other than honest with you, the school uniform is a real turn on for me, and the sight of young women parading around the school in said uniform was a distraction that I would need to gain control over! Maybe it would be like the worker in a sweet factory who can help themselves to as many sweets as they like until they become bored with them. I'm not suggesting helping myself to as many of these young ladies as I pleased, just that daily exposure to it may dampen my desire for it? Only time would tell!
The term started in earnest on Monday. A welcome assembly during which I had my formal introduction to one and all by Emilia. The mix of students would have done the United Nations proud as I looked out over a sea of differing nationalities, and I could not help but notice that in the main all gorgeous. Does money, and breeding guarantee your good looks? Who knows? But on this showing, you'd have to think so! I had two classes to take, during which I discovered that despite their seniority they still had a similar mix of behavioural traits to their younger counterparts I had been used to up to this point in my career.
During the first few weeks, I settled down into a routine getting used to the ebb and flow of the days and week. In the first week, I helped with some hockey coaching a game I had played a little but never coached. The girls certainly took this very seriously and were ultra-competitive and were regularly in the top three or four of the league in which they participated. I decided to broach the subject of soccer to see if I could get enough girls interested in five-a-side to start with and maybe progress to a full eleven particularly as the world over, the women's game was being taken far more seriously than ever before. I had a chat with Emilia and suggested a plan to organise a set of trials to see how many girls may be interested in taking up the beautiful game. She was all for it, and so we arranged for six trials over the next two weeks, which turned out to have an overwhelming response.
The trials were simple and consisted of a five-minute interview, some fitness tests and then ten minutes each way five a side game that allowed me to observe the girls at play and get a feel for the possible potential of taking the idea any further. I confess that my preconceptions of the young ladies that I would experience at this school being spoilt and lazy eroded rapidly, they took their sport seriously and were very competitive and committed to winning. There were tackles, pushing and shoving going on all over the place, but more encouragingly I could see some real promise as I watched them with the ball at their feet.
At the end of the two weeks, I had a very encouraging twenty-five budding footballers that I intended to train and coach by creating five separate five-a-side teams that would enable coaching and regular competitive games. I would continue to help to coach hockey, but I now had an outlet I could get my teeth in to outside the classroom, and that would help me have a clear identity at the school.
I was looking forward to getting started with the football coaching but had to address a couple of small problems first, and that was kit! I hadn't specified what the girls should wear for the trials assuming they would work out for themselves what would be sensible and appropriate; however, they all turned up in hockey uniforms which consisted of a polo shirt and navy blue gym skirt! This attire certainly provided a confessed panty freak some immensely enjoyable voyeuristic moments but sadly was entirely inappropriate. Secondly, I needed some regulation goals. I approached Emilia with the problem and was surprised and thrilled to discover that funds for this type of investment was readily available and not a problem. All my girls had been supplied with two sets of white shorts and very stylish navy blue and green football shirts, plus three variously coloured tabards.
By now, I had started to feel at home and settled into my new role. I was now used to being the arbiter of all punishments in my role as the head of discipline. I was in my office one afternoon, sorting out the five football teams basing them on my notes about each girl and hopefully creating five balanced sides when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Suri Lam, a pretty Asian girl who had tried out for the football team and succeeded, came into the room. Suri was not in my class, so I had only met her at the trial.
"Hi Suri, what can I do for you?" I said as she came up to my desk and stood with her hands behind her back.
Clearly upset, Suri answered, "Miss Agnew has sent me to see you for punishment."
"Why Suri, what have you done?"
"I was behaving in an unladylike fashion after I found out I had passed the football trials. I love football and watch the premier league whenever I can and was so excited to have got into one of your five-a-side teams. Please mister Sampson you won't drop me will you?"
"Well dropping you would be an option I suppose."
"Nooo! Please, sir, no, don't do that! I couldn't bear it! I'll do anything, sir, anything at all?"
The truth was, I didn't know what she'd done wrong, a bit of youthful celebration seemed just fine with me, and I also had no intention of dropping her as she was in my top three players that had shown some genuine potential.
"Did Miss Agnew suggest to you what she expected as a punishment?"
Suri looked at me, and blushing slightly said: "Yes, sir, she thought I should have my bottom spanked until I learned how to behave with a little more decorum."
" I see, and do you agree with Miss Agnew?"
"I guess so sir, yes," she stuttered.
"Then let's get this over with, shall we?"
"Will it hurt sir?"
"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if it didn't would it Suri? Turn the chair in front of the desk around and lean forward with your hands on the seat, please."
I came round from behind the desk as Suri did as I asked, and without any preamble proceeded to deliver six firm slaps to her skirted bottom.
"You may stand up now, Suri," I instructed.
Suri was almost grinning as she asked, "Is that it, sir? May I stay on the football programme?"
"Why are you grinning Suri? A punishment is nothing to grin about!"
"It was sir! Just not as bad as I thought it would be, you see I've never been spanked before, and it didn't hurt anything like I was expecting,"
I remembered from the interview how spanking over a skirt was not the most effective form of punishment.
"Leaving with a smile on your face is hardly a punishment, is it Suri?"
"Well I guess maybe not sir, please don't tell me this means you are going to drop me from the programme?"
There was no chance of that, of that I had no doubt whatsoever. However, I could not let Suri know that!
"Well that depends on you Suri, you have two choices, one, I drop you from the football or two, I spank you again, but this time you will remove your skirt!"
"But sir if I do that you will see my panties! That would be so embarrassing!"
"Embarrassing it may be, but those are your choices, and I will be frank with you now, I have no desire to drop you from the football, I believe you have a real talent for the game. So, what's it to be Suri?"
Suri stood looking at me chewing her lip, having an inner debate, I would be upset if she chose to give up on the football but, would stick by the decision of that was the way she went.
"Um, I do want to play football, but I have never taken my clothes off in front of a man before! I am dying of embarrassment just thinking about it!"
I truly felt sorry for the girl, but I had stated my options and couldn't back down now.
"Okay, sir, spank me if that is the only way I can stay on the football programme?"
"I'm afraid it is Suri, so now please remove your skirt."
Looking very sheepish Suri unclipped the waistband of her skirt and lowered the zip, still holding it she looked pleadingly at me as if for one last chance of exoneration. Seeing no hope in my face, she dropped the skirt to the floor and turned away. Her white cotton panties and cute bottom peeked out from below her blouse, would I ever get used to having to remain professional with semi-clothed young women in front of me? No probably not, however I must!
"Thank you, Suri, now lift your blouse and take up the same position over the chair as before.
Shamefaced, she slowly lifted her blouse, fully exposing her white cotton panties that contrasted with her dark skin. The panties stretched tight across her bottom as she leaned over the chair and parted her legs slightly as she waited for her punishment.
I wasted no time in delivering the first three very firm slaps to her arse, Suri made no sound as I hit her but was now quietly sobbing.
"Please lower your panties to your knees now Suri," I said firmly.
"What?" She cried, but sir, you can't ask me to do that!"
"I can, and I am Suri if you are to stay on the football Miss Agnew must know that you have received the correct punishment."
"Bbbut?" She stammered, "you'll see, well you know..... you'll see my vagina, sir?"
"I won't be looking at anything Suri, now please, do as I ask, your panties, now," I said firmly but gently.
"Yes sir, if I must, sir?"
