Knickers Down, Nurse Dawson!

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My brothers were punished that way by my father until they were no longer teenagers, I can’t see why it should be any different for you. The blonde girl breathed out, looking up at the ceiling as she considered the ordeal she’d selected.

I dreamt of bending her over her desk, taking up her dress waist high, and pulling down her bloomer’s ‘directoire knickers’, to around her ankles, and caning that voluptous bare bottom of hers with a pliable swishy cane. I chat often with a real life friend in S Africa, at her Afrikaner school in the 1980s girls were sometimes beaten 2 or 3 times for the same offence if it was grave enough. For stealing my panties and using them for your filthy habits, for coming home drunk in the middle of the night, for swearing at me and for your general surly attitude I am going to cane your bottom so hard you won’t sit in comfort for a week.She envisaged the headmaster readying the cane to deliver each stinging stroke, and imagined the girls trying to take their punishment with composure, presumably without movement of their limbs. After many muffled cries and impeded struggling, a thick disposable diaper lying under the girl was taped securely over her private part. I saw her as a charlatan, who had bewitched my dad into bed, and into our lives, but she was still fit, and I wanted to be the one fucking her brains out every night. Clear, certain and precise, Hayley blinked in amazement as the other girl’s words filled the large study. And now it looks as though it is going to get an airing, while I give you the hiding which is long overdue.

Hayley arched her back as she felt the effect of the sixth stroke and as she raised her head, Kate saw her fists were clenched tight. After browsing for a few minutes, Harriet had found exactly what she had imagined the girls would have worn as they climbed the stairs in the assembly hall on their way to meet their unfortunate fates.

She thought of the ‘regulation’ knickers that the girls would have been required to wear whilst attending the sixth form during those times.

A casual observer, in other surroundings, might easily have mistaken them for prospective new employees awaiting interview, but they were not. She pulled back the covers, uncovering my naked state, then without batting an eyelid yanked open the bedroom curtains. I unbuttoned my skirt and stepped out of it, wishing I’d not put on my bright pink knickers that morning and that I’d worn some new tights instead of the one’s I had on with a ladder down the left thigh. Picking up the cane, John Jamieson gently tapped the tip on the surface of the desk towards the right hand side.

Nicky, still carefully studying every detail of her friend’s punishment, stopped massaging her own bottom and waited for the final stroke to be applied, knowing they would soon both be out and away from this awful place. As Vanessa Thornton and Nicky Davies led the way, Helen Mills-Thompson followed, her eyes noting both girls wearing white games shirts and black plimsoles.