As he walked into the school he felt his anger rising. The new headmistress had only been there for three days and now his son was suspended! Alright, so he had split the other lads lip but they were teenagers, it was only natural to fight at that age. It was hardly his fault that the other lad was a wimp who could not defend himself. He walked quickly along the echoing corridors, past empty classrooms, to the headmistresses study. He grabbed the door handle and wrenched the door open.
"Knock before you enter!"
He stopped in his tracks and then backed out of the room. It was only once he was outside of the door again that he cursed his reflex and wondered what the hell he was doing. He knocked at the door harder than necessary.
"Come!"
He entered the room.
"I'm looking for Hardacre"
"I'm Miss Hardacre"
Now he was completely thrown. He was geared up to meet some old battleaxe. According to his wife Hardacre had previously been head at Peebles Day School for Boys where the record for outstanding academic achievement was second only to its reputation as one of the strictest schools in the country. This woman was not out of her early thirties and, in her immaculately tailored business suit, she looked more like a fashion model than a teacher. Her thick blond hair formed a halo around her perfectly made up face and as she pushed her chair back from the desk his eyes were drawn to her long silk sheathed legs.
She extended a hand
"Mr Trott, let me introduce Mrs Cole. It was her son that Lee had the altercation with"
He nodded to the other woman. Under other circumstances he would have found her very attractive, slim, with auburn hair cut pageboy style but Clariss Hardacre's physical presence filled the room like smoke.
"What do you mean by suspending him for one month?"
Clariss Hardacre sat completely unfazed by the outburst.
"I would call him a very lucky boy. My recommendation to the govenors was that he be expelled. They decided, having talked with Mrs Cole, who has shown remarkable tolerance, that he be given a second chance"
“Expelled ..!" He sat forward in his seat. "It was just a fight for God's sake. In my day you would get six across the backside and then forget about it!"
Clariss raised an eyebrow
"I can assure you that any boys to whom I administered six would remember it for the rest of their lives"
He laughed.
"With all due respect you're a female. I was caned by blokes twice your size more times than I care to remember. You just grit your teeth and don't give them the pleasure of knowing they've hurt you. The next day its all forgotten"
Clariss leaned forward her elbows on the table and her chin resting on the backs of her hands.
"Do you know what that is behind you Mr Trott?"
He craned round and looked at the piece of equipment that dominated the centre of the room. He had paid it no heed on his way in but, now that he looked, it appeared like something more appropriate to a gymnasium. It looked like a letter "A" , a large hump covered in tanned pig skin.
"No idea"
"Its a whipping block Mr Trott. Peebles school gave it to me as a parting gift. I'm going to have it installed in the school hall."
He laughed again
"And you think these young lads are going to be frightened of it?"
It was Clariss' turn to smile and there was something in her look that puzzled him
"I'll tell you what Mr Trott. How would it be if you took your son's punishment? You take half a dozen from me over my block and I'll reinstate Lee with immediate effect"
She looked at Mrs Cole who raised a questioning eyebrow.
"You have to be joking."
"I'm deadly serious and, after all, I'm a mere female .."
"It's fucking perverted!"
"It's your choice"
He looked at the two women and with a sense of fatalism he realised he had no choice. If Lee was left at home alone for a month the house would be wrecked. It would be all the excuse his friends needed to bunk off school themselves.
"Okay I'll play your stupid game but Lee comes back to school in the morning."
"Agreed. Now if you would like to position yourself ..."
"Over that thing?"
"Of course “over that thing” . You'll take it just like the boys."
With a sneer he crossed to the hummock and, with an effort, mounted it. With his shoulders beneath the level of his buttocks he felt an uncomfortable rush of blood to his head. Clariss rose from her chair and came towards him. She knelt by his side and he felt the start of an erection as more of her stunning legs were revealed and he was exposed to her tantalizingly musky perfume. His arms rested naturally on two legs at the front of the device from which two leather straps hung. She took each strap slowly in turn and buckled them tightly around his wrists.
"Is this necessary?"
"We don't want you falling off and claiming for a broken limb do we?"
She fastened more straps around his calves and another across the small of his back he then jerked as he felt her hands at his belt buckle
"Hey! Whats going on!"
"Sorry. Did I forget to mention? The boys have to take it on the bare skin. Mrs Cole could you give me a hand here?"
Mrs Cole gave a mocking smile as she came and helped drag his trousers down.
"Ouch! Watch it!"
They made no allowance for his erection as they wrenched the material down below his knees and his manhood finished up painfully flat against the hummock pointing towards his toes. They could not miss it but neither woman said a word. Clariss fastened yet more straps around his bare thighs and his freedom of movement was nearly totally diminished. He heard her moving around, her stiletto heels, clacking on the parquet floor, but he could not see what was going on. Finally she appeared in front of him holding a collection of canes and what appeared to be a dogs toy bone made of heavy rubber.
"Would you like something to bite on?"
