It was a most unusual change for the boys in the senior class at Hamilton Hall, an elite high school, when the Headmaster, Mr. Henderson, appeared in their class to introduce them to their new home-room teacher, Miss Linda Crawford. First of all, there had never even been a woman teacher at Hamilton Hall, much less one so young as Miss Crawford, nor did it seem appropriate for this revolutionary step to begin with the senior class, all 18-year-old boys.
Miss Crawford, who was all of 24, blonde and smartly dressed, felt she was up to the challenge. She came from a diplomatic family and had been educated abroad, culminating in a First from Cambridge in history and economics. Her time at various traditional British schools imbued her with the view that corporal punishment was an admirable tool for the pedagogue.
Hamilton Hall was one of the rare schools in the U.S. that retained this by now rare practice. Masters had instructed boys for generations to lower their trousers and bend over for the cane. Serious offenses were the responsibility of the day's Duty Master, who conducted punishment sessions at the end of the day, assisted by prefects. The most egregious cases were referred to the Head, who was known to use such extreme measures as the triangle and the birching block when deemed necessary.
So when the senior home room assembled for the first time, all the boys were both astounded and actually happy to see such a lovely person placed in charge of them. Their short-lived entrancement after the Headmaster introduced Miss Crawford and departed, was cut short by her extraction from her smart fashion handbag of a small thin cane that she whistled through the air to demonstrate her intent.
"I am Miss Crawford," she began most directly, with only the slightest British accent, but even that carried the weight of the country most famous—if now mostly in the past—for use of the cane in its schools. "I know that you have not had women instructors before but I assure you that I will ensure you learn what you are supposed to here just as your male teachers. You are the seniors and therefore, the most is expected of you. I do not tolerate misbehavior and you all know what that is. When you come into this classroom, you stop chatting with your friends. You do not pass notes. You do not speak without being recognized.
"I am expected to prepare you for University. I myself graduated from Keys at Cambridge. If you do what I suggest, you will be well prepared for Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Stanford, or any of the better universities. I do not like to treat seniors as small boys, but that is how you will feel if you break the rules. I will have you bent over my desk and you will lower your trousers and shorts and feel the breeze on your bare bottom followed by the searing strokes of my cane. And if you think a woman cannot administer a severe caning, just try me.
"Lastly, you will exercise the respect I expect as a woman. You will not try to stare up my skirt or down my blouse. You will not speculate among yourselves in class as to what kind of bra or panties I am wearing, if any," she said with a grin. "Nor will you discuss my personal life in any way, including who you may see me with at the cinema or the gym. Those matters are my personal business, not yours. Anyone who offends in this way had better be prepared for some very embarrassing punishment."
"You will be prepared to do your very best work in here," she continued. "I shall grade you every day and I shall grade your papers rather harshly. Late papers receive a zero. Papers with more than two spelling mistakes receive a zero. Off-colour remarks earn you a zero for the day or the paper. Repetition of grammatical errors will earn you a zero as well."
Right as Miss Crawford was about to assign the first day's reading in English Literature, she saw a boy near the rear mutter something to his neighbor. "You," she said loudly as she pointed to the offender. "Did I not just say there was no chatting in here?"
"Well...yes, Miss," the boy, whose name was Bert and had handsome dark features that befitted his above-average height, replied.
"Come up here right now so I may deal with this," Miss Crawford snapped.
Bert rose and as he walked forward, said, "I'm sorry, Miss. I wasn't thinking when I\started to say something back there. It shan't happen again."
"It certainly shan't," Miss Crawford responded. "Lower your trousers and shorts and bend over my desk there," she pointed.
Bert realized that he would be the one to demonstrate that this new feminine regime at Hamilton Hall would be every bit as stern as the previous one they all had known. While he lowered his pants, Miss Crawford extracted her small thin cane from her large handbag.
She snapped the cane a few times in the air and the whistling sound made Bert, now bared and bent over, shiver with anticipation of hurt.
Then she lowered the cane to lie across his bottom at the widest part, drew it back, and with what clearly was an athletic arm, snapped it twice quickly in succession with some strong wrist force, across his white bottom. "Yowwwwwww!" the boy exclaimed, surprised by her infliction of the double dose of punishment. Linda knew that using two stroke increments with the cane made the disciplining that much more effective.
Linda proceeded to give him six double-strokes and the boys paid close attention to the tram stripes that appeared rapidly on his bottom as he was unable to refrain from shouting out with the searing pain he felt on his bottom. She also knew that she had been wise to wear her stylish seamed stockings on that first day so that when a boy was punished and his head bent down, he would see her lovely legs gleaming with the seamed stockings that characterized the stern female teacher.
Miss Crawford had one more surprise for him and the rest of them. She left him bare-assed and bent over while she sat at her desk and wrote out a punishment slip. She handed it to him as she told him he could recover his clothing. "You will take this slip to the Duty Master at the end of the day," she said. The class winced, knowing that this meant that poor Bert would be thrashed again at day's end by the master assigned to after-school punishment. This session was quite ceremonious, and the Duty Master was assisted by prefects.
What was worse was that Bert, or any recipient, did not know what the sealed slip said. He did not know what instructions Miss Crawford had given for his punishment. Teachers were known to add rather diabolical features to the standard impositions. In this case, Miss Crawford had taken a bit of time writing the slip so Bert assumed she had requested some devilish aspect. He did not know that she had ordered that the Duty Master precede administration of a caning with Bert's being made to wear nettles in his undershorts for a waiting period.
Miss Crawford smiled, knowing that word of the nettles—one of the most feared extras used in punishment—would get round the class soon after Bert suffered from the harsh penalty. She also felt a spurt of wetness in the crotch of her yellow bikini knickers she wore beneath her conservative skirt and sweater set. Little did the boys know that imposition of any corporal punishment raised her libido to almost uncontrollable levels. She realized that she would have to find someone with whom to have sex very soon or she might blow her top.
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When Linda returned to her apartment, about a half-mile in the city from the school, she quickly shed her work clothes and headed for the shower. She soaped herself well, washed her hair with her favorite shampoo and conditioner, and then made sure after she dried off to apply her best perfume lightly in some key locations on her person. She put on her black lacy bra and matching undies and then her smart red-and-white crisp blouse and dashing navy blue skirt.
She was being picked up by one of her favorite men friends, Charles Houston, and they would be going to a Valentine's Day party given by one of his women friends whom she had not yet met.
