‘The Last Laugh’ by John James
Outside the door of the headmistress’s office Eleanor Dodson stood nervously anticipating the consequences of her actions. Miss Svenson was known to be a strict disciplinarian and Eleanor knew full well that yesterday she had crossed the line of what could generally be expected from a modern public school teacher.
As Eleanor was busy straightening her skirt, a voice from from the other side of the door called for her to enter. Miss Swenson seated on a leather chair behind a solid oak desk cut an even sterner figure than usual.
Seated on the opposite side of the desk was Eleanor’s nemesis, twelve year old John Jones. And he was smirking.
“Do you know why you’re here Miss Dodson?” Elsa Swenson asked.
The smirk on Jones’ face widened.
“I think so”, Eleanor said nervously.
“Then would you care to remind me of what it is you have done?”
“John had been behaving badly all through the morning,” Eleanor protested vainly.
“So how did you deal with this provocation?”
Out of the corner of her eye Eleanor could see John Jones’ cheeky grin growing even wider.
“I put John over my knee, pulled down his pants and spanked his bare bottom until he begged for forgiveness. I would do the same again.”
Miss Swenson’s expression hardened. “But you are aware are you not that as headmistress I am the only member of staff permitted to administer bare bottom spankings to the children?”
Eleanor felt on the brink of tears. “I just wanted to teach him a lesson”, she protested weakly.
“Nevertheless, you have broken school rules, and as such must be punished accordingly.” Elsa rose to her feet. “Please assume the position miss Dodson.”
Head bowed and tears welling, Eleanor stood up slowly. .“Does John need to witness this?” she asked meekly.
“Justice needs to be seen to be done Miss Dodson”, Elsa Svenson replied without compromise. “Now bend over. It will of course be a bare bottom spanking. Jones bring me my cane from the cupboard”.
Not wishing to lose her job Eleanor obediently bent over the desk while Jones, the little brat who had reported her, went gleefully to fetch the cane.
Even though she knew what was coming it still came as a shock for Eleanor to feel the hem of her skirt being raised above her waist by the strict head mistress, and her crisp white knickers pulled down below her knees. It came as an even greater shock to feel the sting caused by the first stroke of the cane. Several more strokes followed, each harder and causing an even sharper intake of breath than the last.
It was so humiliating for Eleanor to be spanked bare bottom in front of one of the pupils she taught but she just had no alternative but to take each swishing stroke as it landed. There were six in all. Six of the best.
After the caning was done Elsa continued the punishment by putting Eleanor over her knee and using the palm of her hand and then a leather strap to redden the cheeks of her bottom still further. Just how red her bottom was becoming Eleanor was able to see in the strategically placed mirror, a sight which only served to deepen her growing sense of humiliation.
“You may rub your bottom now Miss Dodson”, said Elsa after the spanking was over. “I won’t ask you to stand in the corner with your pants around your ankles, as you are staff, but I will next time.”
Feeling totally compliant now, Eleanor massaged the cheeks of her sore bottom and pulled her knickers back up. John Jones who had been watching this entire exhibition with a great deal of amusement was turning to leave, already planning what he would tell the rest of his class mates.
“And where do you think you’re going Jones?” Elsa said sharply.
Eleanor took great delight in seeing the smirk disappear abruptly from the little brat’s face.
“But Miss..”
“No buts child,” Elsa snapped, “It still falls upon me to punish you for your classroom misbehaviour. Now bend over. Miss Dodson please pass me the cane. You may not be allowed to do the spanking but you can assist me, and I think a red bottom for you to show to John’s class mates might be just the ticket. Isn’t that right Miss Dodson?”
“Yes, Miss Svenson”, Eleanor replied.
And then down came John Jones’ trousers and under pants, exposing to the two ladies the twin globes of his bare white bottom.
And Eleanor could not disguise her look of triumph as the first stroke swished down on his quivering buttocks. After all, it was she who was going to have the last laugh.