Sunday 27 November 2011

Sunday Spanklet - School Twelve


Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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The handsome sixth form boy, from the boarding school a few miles way, was led into Miss Hargreaves study by the School Secretary, Mrs Jackson. 


“ Good afternoon John, come here.”

The headmistress waved a hand to direct him to stand in front of her.

“Thank you Sarah. That will be all, for the moment anyway.”

The other woman left the room with a backward glance at the boy, which might almost have been sympathetic

The Headmistress of the Girls Boarding School stared hard at the young man from other side the large desk.

 “You know why you are here then?” she quizzed the teenager.

“I think so Miss.”

“You think so. I would have thought Jennifer would have told you every detail. You seemed to be very close to her the other night, according to Miss Watkins’ account of what she saw.”

“Yes Miss?”

“Yes, you were seen with cigarettes, a bottle of vodka, kissing and with your hands groping each other. I will not tolerate that sort of thing and neither would your Headmaster.”

“No Miss. I am sorry Miss. It was my fault Miss.”

“So it might have been, but Jennifer was punished for her part in the sordid business and now we have to decide what to do with you. Do you wish me to tell Mr Robinson?”

“No Miss, please Miss.”

“Why should I not do so?”

“Because I will be expelled Miss and I need to finish my exams Miss. I have already been caught smoking twice this term Miss.”

“Ah yes, his three strikes and you're out rule. So if I don’t inform your Headmaster what do you suggest I do. You must be punished, you do know that ?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Did Jennifer tell you how I dealt with her?”

“Yes Miss, some of it. Something about a School Twelve?”

Miss Fletcher stood up. She was a tall striking woman in her early forties and her presence dominated all who had the misfortune to be in her study, be they  a parent, staff member or pupil.

“Yes,” she said as she stepped to one side and opened a cupboard door.

”Yes, the School Twelve. Do you know what that means?”

“Not really Miss.”

“ Well I will tell you. It means twelve strokes with this whilst you are bent over with your hands on your knees.”

She showed him a very long wooden paddle which she placed down on the desk in front of the hapless boy and then turned again and retrieved a leather strap.

“And then twelve with this tawse with you bending over there..”

 Miss Watkins pointed to the roll end leather sofa against the wall.

“And finally.” Miss Fletcher announced with a hint of drama.

There was a pause as John watched her hand go into the recess of the cupboard one more time. Then the Headmistress turned holding a long thin cane in one hand.

“Last, but not least, there are twelve extremely hard strokes with this cane, bent over the desk and perhaps with Mrs Jackson back here and holding you down if you can't stay still.”

Placing the last instrument on the desk she looked over at John and asked of him.

“So what is it to be John? A visit to Mr Robinson or a punishment from me?”

“The School Twelve,” John spoke hesitantly. “Your punishment please Miss.”



“Very well. You have probably chosen for the best, given your parent’s expectations of you but I warn you, you will learn your lesson with me."


"Take your shoes and trousers off and we will make a start. Your pants will also come down, as a School Twelve  is always on the bare”


"Yes Miss." said John with a mixture of resignation and excitement at his predicament.

1 comment:

  1. She is so sexy, would love to be over her lap

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