Class Monitor Gets To Cane Ch 02

Class Monitors Get to Cane Ch. 02

By Leslie Jones

This story is set in a special high school that attracts bright students preparing for college who need more time to mature. The school hires mostly outstanding younger teachers and encourages their employment of traditional discipline, such as spanking to maintain the focus on academics and personal growth. The school's operation is explained further in the first chapter. This school has also been the setting of several stories by my friend, Susan Greenway, involving the characters Jack, Lucy Benton and Lauren Kaden. The story involves severe discipline, including spanking and caning, as well as bodily functions. If any of those topics offend you, please read no further. As noted below, the girls in the story are at least 18 years old.

After two weeks, Anne Smithers was pleased at how the assistance she was receiving from two 18-year-old sophomore girls in maintaining order in her senior English class, made up of 20-year-olds, was working. Laura and Barbara, the sophomore monitors, had settled into their desks at the rear corners of the classroom; few of the seniors now challenged their authority to award naughty marks in Conduct or even cane them.

Miss Smithers was in a good mood when she had her weekly meeting with her monitors. She particularly liked these two girls, who seemed mature beyond their status as sophomores. Indeed, she was contemplating initiating a process that was available to promote them to become seniors. She knew they would need to use all their social skills to succeed amid the current seniors whom the two now disciplined as monitors, but if Laura and Barbara wanted this promotion, she was ready to put them in for it and expected it would be approved.

The teacher asked if they felt there were any particular or special issues they needed her to give some attention. Laura suggested that although they very much appreciated being given the authority to use Miss Smithers's thin cane, they felt that the monitors might make good use of other implements.

"A hairbrush may remind them of being bared and spanked by their mothers at home," Laura pointed out, "and I've read that the French use the martinet to impress upon naughty girls that they are receiving a child's punishment but one which hurts almost as much as the cane's strokes."

Laura knew from conversations with Miss Keane, her mentor, that the martinet also allowed the person using it to gradually aim lower until some of the strands would land in the luckless girl's vulval slit. "It's become bad form to aim the cane between anyone's legs," Miss Keane had warned her, "but you can hit there more subtly by lowering the martinet enough so some strands strike in the most sensitive places for females."

"It sounds like you've been giving this some thought, Laura," Anne observed, "and I do appreciate your suggestions. I will provide a hairbrush and martinet to be kept in my right-hand desk drawer with my thin cane." Anne told herself that she suspected Laura was an incipient sadist and wanted badly to humiliate the senior girls in the class. Anne did feel that all the seniors needed to be taken down a peg or two and this was clearly a good way to accomplish that goal.

Later that week, Anne set some reading for the seniors to do during class because she had a planning meeting with her friend Judy Keane, Laura's and Barbara's teacher. Judy was an extremely strict teacher who used her cane in class daily. Anne had left the monitors in charge and also warned the class that if anyone misbehaved, they had the discretion to use two more implements of correction: a hairbrush and a martinet.

Nancy Hartley, who had been caned and given bad conduct marks by Laura on Laura's first day as a monitor, asked Miss Smithers if she had a particular reason to expand the range of implements. Anne said the monitors had suggested this, and she felt it gave them more discretion in awarding necessary punishments.

Nancy unwisely made her feelings known too loudly when she told her neighbor in the class, Janine Cross, that "the little twerps are getting way too big for their little panties."

Having heard the nasty remark, Anne immediately called Nancy up to her desk and told her in no uncertain terms that she should watch what she said. Nancy responded quietly that she really did believe that the monitors were acting like dominant women and that Miss Smithers needed to correct their attitude: "Miss, they look for any reason to discipline us and even humiliate us," she complained.

Anne recognized that Nancy was skating close to making the disparaging remarks that merited punishment. "Nancy, your remark was uncalled for," she warned the popular girl. "I'd like you to apologize to Laura and Barbara and we'll put this behind us."

"I did mean what I said, Miss," Nancy replied, "and any apology would be meaningless under the circumstances."

Miss Smithers now glowered at Nancy and called Laura and Barbara over.

"This girl," she said, pointing to Nancy in a deprecatory manner, "insulted the two of you and I'm going to ask you to discipline her, using the martinet."

Nancy did a double-take. She knew that the martinet was mostly used in France for punishing children, so it was humiliating for these sophomores to whip her with it. She walked up to Miss Smithers's desk and lifted her uniform skirt and then pulled down her stylish lime panties. Senior girls were permitted to wear any panties they wanted and Nancy, who found the thongs many of the others wore to be uncomfortable, preferred these hipsters.

Now Nancy was bent over the teacher's desk, with her bare bottom on display to the class. Miss Smithers ordered her harshly to spread her legs wider, and she complied with that humiliating ultimatum. Anne Smithers handed the small martinet to Barbara, allowing her to go first.

Barbara had not used a martinet before, although Miss Keane had trained the monitors well in applying the cane to naughty bottoms. Miss Smithers told her to aim for one cheek, then another, until she got a feel for directing the strands. The strands on this martinet were leather, although Miss Smithers had seen ones from France and elsewhere that had metal tips on the strands, which of course conveyed a far more painful experience for the recipient.

Nancy now was feeling Barbara's martinet strokes on her bare bottom cheeks and then at Miss Smithers's quiet urging through pointing, Barbara smiled as she now directed the strokes at Nancy's anal crack. Miss Smithers smiled at Barbara as she heeded the teacher's sadistic suggesting that Barbara gradually aim lower on Nancy's crack.

After a few more strokes, some of the strands on Barbara's martinet snapped below the anal crack right between Nancy's widely spread legs. Nancy let out a scream, embarrassed that she was letting the class know that she was hurting from the whipping, for that indeed was what it was. The martinet strands had struck between her legs and grazed her most sensitive spots in her vulva. Several more hits where the some of the lower strands landed between Nancy's legs elicited more screams from Nancy.

It was clear to both Anne and Barbara that these strokes had hit Nancy's vulva, and while in that area, the tip of her clit and the sensitive opening of her vagina, as well as her recessed anus. Now, Nancy was in enough pain to cry out that she was really sorry for what she said and would be a good girl for Miss Smithers as well as the monitors.

Anne told Barbara to stop applying the martinet to Nancy's hindquarters and slit. Miss Smithers had told both monitors to slip their panties off before the disciplining of Nancy had begun. They had wondered what she had in mind but now it became clear to them as well as to Nancy.

Miss Smithers told Nancy in a gentle tone that because she hadn't been willing to apologize earlier, when she might have avoided the disciplining entirely, she now would need to go under Laura's skirt first and kiss her deeply between her legs. "Then you will get your head under Barbara's skirt and kiss her there, too," she added.

Nancy decided that she was already in enough trouble, so she went ahead and stuck her head under the sophomore Laura's skirt, found her bare there, and slipped her tongue between the girl's labia and kissed her deeply. Nancy actually found the taste of Laura's pussy entrancing and kissed her again. Miss Smithers then pointed her under Barbara's short skirt and ordered the same treatment. Nancy also kissed Barbara between her puffy labia and gave her an added kiss right on her expanded clit.

Then Miss Smithers had both monitors turn round and indicated to Nancy that she now was to give each a deep kiss in her anal opening, making sure to insert her tongue as far as it would go into the girl's anus. Nancy was repelled by this supreme humiliation but did what she was ordered. She found Laura's asshole only exuded a noticeably light smell. But when she approached Barbara's bottom-hole, she smelled the strong flavor of a recent bowel movement as she stuck her tongue in and tasted the traces of Barbara's feces.

Barbara whispered to her that she was sorry for this as she had only used the toilet a few minutes before the offense that resulted in this punishment had occurred. Nancy smiled and managed to thank Barbara and tell her it was no big deal. She had gathered that Laura was the crueler of the two monitors, so she set about warming Barbara to her.

Miss Smithers left the monitors in charge now as she needed to visit the principal to review the plans for the forthcoming term. She asked Laura and Barbara to conduct a quiz and handed them the papers to hand out, which they did as they passed down each aisle.

Barbara announced that they would have 15 minutes to complete the quiz and that they were not permitted to speak to each other but must do their own work. The questions Miss Smithers had set were not unusually difficult but required that the student had done the assigned reading. Jenny Clayton and Carol Strickland had not done the reading but were quietly mouthing ideas to each other without making a sound.

This time, however, Barbara was standing behind them in the aisle, so they didn't know she was there. She quickly came by and grabbed both of the girls' quiz papers.

"You two were communicating so you will each receive a zero on this quiz," she informed them in a very even tone that brooked no argument. Carol pleaded with her to give them another chance and unlike Laura, Barbara liked the idea of being appealed to and being in a position to grant or deny favors.

"This time, I'll allow you two to finish the quiz," she said pleasantly. "BUT, I'll have to ask Miss Smithers to OK this. I can't guarantee what she will say or do."

Carol and Jenny were astute enough to thank Barbara graciously and they hoped, convincingly, for her generosity. They didn't know that Barbara had another idea which still might leave them in a better position than receiving a zero for the quiz, but which they would not like at all.

When Miss Smithers returned near the end of the class, she called Laura and Barbara into her study and asked them about class behavior when she was gone. "Two girls were caught communicating during the quiz," Barbara reported, "and I took their papers and told them they would each get a zero on the quiz. But, Miss, I'd like to suggest a different punishment if you are interested in hearing me out."

"Barbara," Miss Smithers smiled, "I will always want to hear your ideas. That's one reason I rely so much on both of you, Laura and Barbara. So, what do you suggest, Barbara?"

Barbara was pleased by Miss's response. "You know that each week, Miss Keane reviews the disciplinary record in each of her classes and then has what she calls a line-up of those who are to be disciplined. She has the girls line up in each class at the front; usually there are about a half dozen. Then she orders them to lift their skirts and drop their underpants. She then has them bend over in the front of the room and hold their legs well apart so as to spread their bottom cheeks as well. Then she conducts what she calls personal inspection: either she goes down the line and peers into each girl's well-exposed anal area or if she is truly in a bad mood, she orders them to turn round and keep their legs well apart while holding their labia apart as well."

"That last practice does sound rather humiliating," Miss Smithers commented. She believed in firm discipline, but she usually didn't go as far as her friend Judy Keane did with her sophomore classes.

"My idea, Miss," Barbara continued, "is to have you send these two girls down when Miss Keane is having personal inspection of the sophomore class in which we belong. They haven't experienced that for more than two years and it will come as quite a shock. You might ask Miss Keane to put them in the middle of the line so that the sophomore girls in the line will get to see them bared back or front, or both. There's also the punishment(s) that follows if Miss Keane decides that any girl has failed inspection."

"How does she define failed inspection?" Anne asked casually, trying not to show how turned on hearing about this made her feel.

"Miss Keane looks at the panty crotch and then peers into the held-apart bottom cheeks and may even have a plastic glove on so she can press a finger into the girl's anal opening," Barbara said. "If she has decided to do a front inspection, she looks right between the labia and checks to see if there is any pee smell. If she finds any stains in the panty crotch or in the anal area or vulva, the girl fails. Then Miss Keane has girls who failed step out of line; she usually canes each of them, quite severely, never less than a dozen strokes."

"Does she ever cane in?" Miss Smithers asked innocently, knowing that Judy Keane enjoyed being highly dominant.

"You mean cane between the legs?" Barbara asked, looking surprised that the demure Miss Smithers would ask that question.

"Yes, Barbara," Miss Smithers smiled. "The practice is not as common as it once was but if anyone would maintain it here, it would likely be Miss Keane, since I know she enforces stricter discipline than most of us."

"It often happens that Miss Keane appears to lose her patience if a girl does not behave properly during inspection," Barbara responded. "Or if her failure was especially egregious. Miss Keane will use a small, soft whip and yes, whip in between the legs, not hard, but any stroke in there is excruciating, of course."

"Indeed, it is," Miss Smithers confirmed. "I like your idea, Barbara. I'm going to speak to Miss Keane about having these two girls go downstairs to be in one of her line-ups tomorrow. I'm sure the sophomore girls there will enjoy the spectacle of seniors being subjected to embarrassment. And the two senior girls are also more apt to cause Miss Keane to employ strict measures...such as whipping in."

Barbara and Laura thanked Miss Smithers for her reliance on them and her acceptance of Barbara's suggestion. Then they left for the day.

After they left the classroom, Laura gave Barbara a playful smack on her bottom. She giggled and said, "And the girls all think that I'm the real bitch, while you think up the nastiest punishments, you're really so wonderfully naughty, Babs."

"Why thank you, Laura dear," Barbara mildly replied. "I love it when you are telling a girl here that she's getting a zero in conduct for the day or the week. They know that it's useless to appeal to Miss. You have such a lovely crisp manner of telling them that they just earned a big fat zero that will result in their getting a Conduct failure."

"Would you like to stop by at my place, Barbara darling?" Laura said graciously. "I think we're both in a mood to go over what's happened."

Barbara responded positively with alacrity. "Of course, Laura sweetie, I'd love it. You are so much fun to be with."

When they reached Laura's home, not too far from school, Laura ushered Barbara in and said they should get some refreshment and then go to Laura's room. Armed with sodas and small cakes, the girls went to Laura's bedroom, well-appointed as any high school girl's.

"My parentals won't be home until all hours," Laura declared, "so we can do whatever strikes our fancy."

"How about giving each other personal inspections?" Barbara grinned. "It's good practice and we both will enjoy it."

"Sure thing," Laura agreed. "I'll let you be the inspector first, teach," she laughed.

Barbara adopted a stern look and began, "We'll have that skirt up and panties right down now. Now, sit up on my desk here and spread your legs, Missy. Hold yourself open like a good little girl. Your hair is nicely trimmed, though. Have you had your fingers in there? Naughty, naughty girl."

"Oh, no, Miss," Laura replied in a higher voice, "I don't do that, even when I'm on the toilet."

"When did you have your period?" Barbara said curtly.

"Oh, let me see, about 10 days ago, Miss," Laura said dreamily. "I have trouble keeping track."

"That's something girls your age need to get in the habit of doing," Barbara cracked. "When you have a special event, you'll want to know if you need to be ready to deal with your period if it suddenly arrives in your panties."

"When did you last have sex?" Barbara added.

"I haven't had sex," Laura answered coolly.

"So, you're a virgin?" Barbara continued.

"Yes," Laura answered.

Barbara chose not to pursue this line of inquiry at this time. She did respect her friend's willingness to assert that she was a virgin at 18.

"Please turn over on your tummy and spread your bottom cheeks," Barbara now directed Laura to do.

Laura turned round and Barbara marveled at her beautiful bottom. She dearly wanted to spank or cane it, or better yet, make love to it. Instead, she took out a thermometer, used some vaseline that she found on Laura's dressing table, and carefully inserted it in Laura's cute tiny anus.

"We have to make sure you don't have a temperature," Barbara stated bossily. She loved seeing the thermometer sticking out of Laura's bottom, since Laura did tend to behave imperiously.

When the three-minute insertion was up, Barbara took the thermometer out of Laura's rectum and read it. "Your temp is normal, sweetie," she observed, "but I'm sorry to say that there were some smudges on the thermometer when I removed it from your hole."

Laura blushed and then gave Barbara a sarcastic look and added, "Well, when you stick something in an asshole, don't be surprised if it emerges with doody on it."

"Oh, dear, Laura," Barbara remonstrated. "That was a smart answer and for that, you deserve at least a spanking." But she picked up a small soft whip.

"I think I know what this is for, Laura," Barbara said brightly. "I was wondering how you came by it. It's usually used for delivering a very severe whipping, called 'whipping in,' you know, when your pussy gets a whipping."

"Exactly, Babs, sweetie," Laura chuckled. "Would you like to whip my pussy now?"

"Only if you want me to do that," Barbara, who was taken aback with the direction things were going, and feared now that Laura might whip her hard between her legs, replied.

"Yes, I'd like to see how awful it is when someone I trust does it," Laura admitted, so as a lady in one of those novels I love said brightly, "Cane my cunt, my dear."

Barbara grinned and told Laura now to turn over ad spread her legs, then added for her to hold her labia open. "The French mistresses in the books always tell their hapless charges to 'ouvrez,' meaning hold their pussies open for the whip."

Laura obliged by holding her pink lips apart to disclose her light-colored vagina to Barbara. Barbara picked up the small soft whip, swished it in the air, then focused on aiming to hit between Laura's open labia. She struck a perfect hit and Laura screamed.