The following is a work of complete fiction.
The characters that inhabit these pages are themselves entirely fictional. If you are unsure what that means, let us make it simpler.
They do not exist, never have, and never will and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, whether by name or by description, is purely coincidental and unintentional.
It should go without saying that the writer does not condone behaviour such as those exhibited within these pages and believes that corporal and psychological punishment, as depicted herein, should neither be applied nor suffered at any time by anybody under any circumstances other than in a world of pure fiction.
Where the term girl is used, it is a derogatory label applied to an adult woman of eighteen years of age or older.
Everyone within this work of fiction is over the age of eighteen.
A small apology; I struggle with tags and categories so if any of it seems odd, then hopefully it becomes a learning opportunity.
If you do not like where my imagination has taken me, then it is your mistake to read it.
The Ashworth Women.
For Jane Ashworth, the June day was beautiful, with a warm breeze and endless blue skies; she should have been enjoying lunch by the river. She even wore her favourite 50s style summer dress, with the voluminous stiff petticoat. The bodice gave her a generous cleavage. The light pastel blue matched her eyes, which never failed to brighten her mood or draw admiring glances.
However, after receiving a telephone call, lunch plans for Jane had been hastily abandoned.
Instead, she sat uncomfortably, her face flushed, as Dr James McClure, Headmaster of her daughter's College, shuffled papers on his desk.
He had met the widowed Mrs Ashworth on several occasions, and he had always found her engaging, elegant and very supportive of her daughter and the college, which was why today was disappointing.
He spoke, his voice heavy with that disappointment. "I will not beat around the bush or even try to sugarcoat this, but Hannah has left me with no option other than to expel her immediately."
He paused for effect before continuing, "I must notify the university that her exam results are now void. I will also have to withdraw my letter of recommendation. Undoubtedly, they will remove their offer of the full scholarship. It is such a shame; she had so much promise, and I cannot help but be bitterly disappointed after all the effort that I and the college had expanded on her behalf, especially when she went through that difficult period after her Father died."
Jane swallowed hard, "Is all that necessary, Headmaster, because this is her entire future on the line? It will ruin her."
"I understand that completely, but cheating in her finals cannot be tolerated; she only has herself to blame, Mrs Ashworth. What else do you expect me to do?"
Drawing in a breath, Jane lowered her eyes submissively, "Forgive me, Headmaster, but your predecessor, Miss Foster, would have resorted to corporal punishment if only to preserve a young woman's life chances."
The Headmaster smiled for the first time, delighted at Mrs Ashworth's change of demeanour and her suggestion, "Ah, yes, the famous Foster Trash; of course, you understand that this is 1971, a new enlightened age, and that particular option was removed by those weak livered liberals who have recently infiltrated the board of Governors."
Jane's heart leapt with hope at the Headmaster's tone, "What if I signed a waiver, a contract if you will, you allow her to resit under tight supervision after a thorough chastisement?"
"You can sign, but it wouldn't make any difference. Your daughter is now over eighteen and, in the eyes of the law, an adult, so unless she signs a waiver, it is not an option."
"I believe, Headmaster, that once I have spoken to Hannah, and she fully realises the ramifications of her actions, she will agree, without reservation."
"Mrs Ashworth, I am not unsympathetic, and more than anyone, I appreciate how destructive for her future your daughter's deliberate choice to cheat will be. I know your daughter had promise and enough talent to achieve her dream of becoming a Vet.
It is such a shame; hence, I am prepared to offer her one chance and one chance only, and as you suggested, it will involve strict corporal punishment.
You will both return, with your decision, to my office at 4:30 pm precisely. This will allow me to draw up a waiver, which you and your daughter will sign together. I will then administer the cane to her naked buttocks. The punishment will also be repeated in ten days. In addition, in two days, she will resit her exam under my supervision, and if she passes, then all her results and my letter of recommendation will stand, her future intact. However, understand Mrs Ashworth, if Hannah refuses, hesitates, or attempts to negotiate and object in any way, then our agreement ceases, and you will leave immediately with the letter expelling her from St Magdalene's."
"I understand completely, Headmaster, and thank you for the opportunity. I am confident Hannah will comply." With hope and a grim determination, Jane Ashworth rose, exiting the office to collect her daughter.
~~oOo~~
Hannah Ashworth trembled as her Mother led her to the Headmaster's office.
Her bottom was uncomfortably sore after her Mother had forcibly bent her over and spanked her bottom. She was punctuating every flat-handed slap with a scolding on the consequences of being caught with the crib sheet.
She had not realised or even considered that her entire future would disappear so quickly over a small sheet of paper.
Now, she was terrified.
Her Mother knocked respectfully on the Headmaster's office.
The door opened, revealing a very serious-faced Matron. She stood aside as the two women entered the study.
Once in, they heard the door close behind them and the unmistakable and chilling sound of the lock clicking shut.
Hannah had never seen Headmaster McClure looking so stern and forbidding before, he was standing in the centre of the room, his arms folded, his handsome face looked like stone.
His desk was empty of the usual adornments except for a single sheet of typed paper and a fountain pen.
He spoke, his tone sounding sad, "Hannah Ashworth, you cheated in your final exam, and I am sure your Mother has explained the ramifications of that deliberate act.
You now have one opportunity and one only.
I chose this time precisely because it is the day students will have left. The boarders are all in their homerooms in the South Wing. Therefore, there will be no chance that we will be seen or heard.
If you and your Mother both sign that document, you will receive your first punishment today.
Matron is here as my witness, and your Mother will remain.
Your punishment will take the form of sixteen strokes of the cane on your naked buttocks, the first eight delivered immediately.
Then, you will receive a further eight strokes in ten days. Only then, and of course, providing your resat exam has been deemed acceptable, will your exam results be confirmed.
Rest assured, I know how to use a cane and make no mistake, it will hurt a great deal, probably the worst thing that's ever happened to you, but then, that is the whole point. Just remember, you can endure, and it will not kill you.
Keep in mind this is your entire future on the line."
Hannah began to cry, which was quite out of character for her; the sense of impending doom was alien to her. Without reading the document, she grabbed the pen and signed it.
Her Mother stepped forward, taking the time to read the four prescriptive paragraphs, sighing heavily and signing the document with a final, sad look at her daughter.
The Headmaster collected the signed agreement, checking the signatures before folding it carefully and pocketing it.
"Hannah, you will remove your skirt and underwear, bend over the desk, leaning as far over it as you can, and grasp the edge on the far side. You will maintain position, or the stroke will not count and will then be repeated as many times as necessary."
The college's summer uniform consisted of a white, cap-sleeve, open neck blouse, knee length, box pleated dark grey plaid skirt, white socks and flat black court shoes.
With her heart hammering in her chest, Hannah took a few deep breaths and hesitantly began removing her skirt.
She was humiliated as she folded it, playing for time as she placed it on a chair. The next part was the hardest; taking her regulation white underwear down was terrifying. After hesitating, biting her bottom lip, she pushed them down and off, tossing them on top of her skirt.
Tentatively, she stepped towards the desk and assumed the required position, feeling vulnerable and deeply ashamed.
She heard the Headmaster behind her, "Ah, nicely warmed up already, I see," as he noticed the crimson colour on her cheeks with clear outlines of fingers. "I take it your Mother administered a spanking to impress upon you the seriousness of the situation. Rest assured, this will hurt much more," he said as Hannah heard a distinct whooshing. He swung the cane again, "But, however painful, this is for your future and good." Hannah stared at the grain of the dark wood desk, cringing inside as she felt his hand on the small of her back.
"Lean further over the desk, feet together," he said as Hannah shuffled to comply.
She felt mortified; everything was on display, and the Headmaster must be getting a proper eyeful. Her bare bottom was sticking up, leaving nothing to the imagination.
Hannah felt a light tap on her lower cheeks, followed by a sharp hissing sound as the cane descended, landing perfectly across the centre of her buttocks, driving deep into the tender flesh and forcing her forward, crushing her thighs into the edge of the desk. Her eyes bulged in terror. She cried out in pain and shock. Her senses reeled; never could she have imagined such agony.
Her screech reverberated around the room, the sound frantic and desperate.
