Shona and Jane sat nervously outside Mr. Beattie's office. Inside, the Battle-axe, Miss Carlisle was appraising the headmaster of the girls' latest misdemeanour. "What's the bets she tries to have us expelled again?" Shona asked her blonde friend.
"Mr. Beattie won't do that, not with the exams starting next week," Jane replied.
"The Battle-axe is sure to try and blow it all out of proportion," Shona said with a shrug.
"Well it wasn't our fault the bus was late and we only missed lights out by ten minutes," Jane replied.
"Sure the bus was late," agreed Shona, "but we wouldn't have missed the earlier one if we hadn't pulled the boys into the alley behind the cinema for a quickie."
"That's true," Jane admitted with a small laugh. "I'm not sure we need to mention that part though," she added, smiling dreamily as she relived the previous evening's passion. "Your Craig certainly knows how to use that monster of his," she said.
Shona smiled. She had enjoyed fucking Jane's boyfriend every bit as much as her friend had enjoyed screwing Craig. "Matt's pretty well equipped in that department too," she agreed enthusiastically.
Jane laughed. "I guess we should be thankful that we've both got boyfriends that are well hung and are as up for it as we are."
Before either girl could say anything else, the door to Mr. Beattie's office swung open. The girls rose to their feet as Miss Carlisle stepped through the doorway. "The headmaster will see you now," she announced sternly.
Shona and Jane stepped smartly into Mr. Beattie's office. Miss Carlisle entered behind them, closing the door before standing behind the girls, her arms crossed in front of her. As the two friends stood in front of Mr. Beattie's desk, their eyes demurely downcast, the headmaster got to his feet. "Well, Miss Jones, Miss Fraser, what do you have to say for yourselves?" he asked.
Jane looked up. "We're sorry Sir," she said in a quiet voice, "we didn't mean to be out later than our pass allowed but our bus was late. If it hadn't been for that we would have been back in plenty of time."
"I believe there was an earlier bus you could have caught?" the headmaster enquired.
"Yes, Sir, there was," admitted Shona contritely, "but Jane and I stopped of for a quick... um... bite to eat and we missed the earlier service."
"You are aware, are you not, that in your position you should be setting a proper example to the other girls in this school?" Mr. Beattie asked, his voice firm.
"Yes, Sir," the girls answered in unison.
"And this is not the first time that your time keeping has been called into question, is it?" he asked.
"No, Sir," the girls admitted.
"This is a serious matter, Miss Jones, Miss Fraser. It cannot go unpunished," the headmaster said. "Do you understand?"
Yes, Sir," the girls admitted.
"Miss Carlisle," Mr. Beattie began, nodding to the girls' house mistress, "has called for your expulsion. I have considered her request and decided that in light of your excellent academic records and your full and willing participation to the school's extracurricular activities," he added with just the merest hint of a wink, "and with the final exams beginning on Monday, that such a punishment would be unnecessarily harsh." The girls breathed a small sigh of relief. Miss Carlisle's presence in the headmaster's office had caused them some concern. "Given the seriousness of this matter, however," Mr. Beattie continued, "Miss Carlisle and I have decided that you should each receive six strokes of the cane which Miss Carlisle will administer."
Shona and Jane exchanged a nervous glance. Both had received 'canings' from Mr. Beattie before but they had always been token efforts, conducted more for show and to satisfy their headmaster's perversions than as any real form of punishment. The girls had always indulged their headmaster willingly, happy to satisfy his whims if it meant avoiding harsher punishments for their various transgressions. They both knew, however, that with Miss Carlisle wielding the cane they were going to receive more than just token slaps.
Mr. Beattie pulled a low, cushioned stool round in front of his desk. A light in his eyes belied his stern countenance as he turned to face the two friends. He adjusted his spectacles then looked at Jane. "Miss Jones," he said in his quiet voice, "If you would be so kind as to come forward and adopt the required position," he continued, indicating the stool with a wave of his hand.
Jane stepped nervously forward. Kneeling on the stool, she leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the edge of Mr. Beattie's desk. She suppressed a shiver as the headmaster stepped forward and raised the hem of her short plaid skirt to reveal her regulation blue school knickers. Knowing that they would face discipline the girls had both decided that on this occasion to forgo the lacy thongs that they customarily wore, replacing them with the less attractive, functional school regulation pants. With a quick glance at the shelf on the far wall, Jane spotted the telltale red light of the hidden video camera that was capturing the scene as it unfolded. Despite the indignity of her situation and the sure knowledge of the pain that she was about to endure, Jane couldn't prevent herself from letting a brief smile flicker across her lips. She trembled slightly as Mr. Beattie pulled her knickers down to her knees, exposing the firm, unblemished cheeks of her arse.
Jane braced herself as, cane in hand, Miss Carlisle walked up to take her place beside her. She closed her eyes, determined not to flinch as her house mistress raised the cane.
The cane descended with a whistling swish that terminated with a cracking retort as it struck Jane squarely across her upraised buttocks. Tears stung in her eyes and Jane bit her lip to stifle a cry as the sharp pain of the cane's stroke coursed through her. Before she could recover, the air in the room resounded with a second crack as the cane bit into her arse again.
Watching as her friend endured her punishment, Shona felt a growing arousal as the witnessed the exquisite expression of pain on Jane's face as the cane descended for a third time. The fact that she herself would soon be in Jane's predicament only added to the growing moistness she felt developing in her pussy. Shona had also noticed the light of Mr. Beattie's hidden video camera and couldn't help smiling at the thought of her headmaster jerking himself off as he watched what was being recorded.
Jane whimpered softly as the cane struck the cheeks of her arse for a fourth time. Despite the pain, Jane was becoming aroused. She thought of Shona easing her stinging cheeks with gently, tender stokes of her tongue. She blinked to hold back tears as the cane descended for the fifth time, the stinging in her cheeks intensified.
Suddenly it was over. The final stroke of the cane echoed around the office as it struck across Jane's bum. As Mr. Beattie offered her his hand, helping her to her feet, she absently allowed her knickers to fall to the floor. Her eyes smarted as her skirt fell into place, rubbing against the painful welts on her cheeks. Jane walked gingerly to stand beside the wall as Shona took her place on the stool.
Despite her pain, Jane managed to give her roommate a small, reassuring smile as Shona, kneeling on the stool, bracing herself against Mr. Beattie's desk with the hem of her skirt around her waist, allowed the headmaster to lower her knickers.
Shona barely had time to prepare herself as the first stinging lash of the cane bit her bare cheeks. A pain filled sob escaped her before she could bite her lower lip. Tears brimmed in her eyes as the cane's cracking retort echoed around the office for a second time.
In a pain filled moment of clarity as the cane bit her cheeks for a third time, Shona realised that Miss Carlisle was obviously relishing the opportunity of making the girls suffer for all the times they'd flouted her authority over the previous year. As the forth stroke connected, Shona took strength from the fact that the intensity of the punishment she was now enduring was testament to how successfully she and Jane had frustrated Miss Carlisle during their year long tenure as St. Mary's head girls.
The painful stinging of her abused cheeks was so intense that Shona barley felt Miss Carlisle's penultimate stroke. Unable to hold them back any longer, she let the tears flood from her eyes.
When the final stroke connected with her smarting cheeks, signalling the end of Shona's ordeal, it was almost anticlimactic. As her friend had done before her, Shona allowed Mr. Carlisle to assist her to her feet. Just like Jane's, her knickers lay discarded on the floor as she walked, painfully, to join her friend.
Watching the girl's ordeal, Mr. Beattie had felt his pulse quicken as blood rushed to his loins. He was genuinely very fond of both Jane and Shona, regarding them almost as surrogate daughters. He was fully aware that they had earned their reputations as the hottest teen sluts to have ever attended his school and he had taken advantage this fact on a number of occasions, allowing the girls to pander to his whims in return for turning a blind eye on their various infractions of the school disciplinary code. The girls, he knew, had a soft spot for him too, always willing to indulge his desires, whether it be dressing up in skimpy French Maid's outfits while cleaning his office and organising his filing or allowing their bare arses to be playfully spanked as he pretended to discipline them. He had felt a strange mixture of unease and arousal as he had witnessed the girls' punishment and humiliation at the vindictive hands of Miss Carlisle. Spotting the girls' discarded knickers on the floor, he surreptitiously kicked them under his desk while no one was looking.
