I stood outside the office door feeling like a nervous wreck, I had cold sweaty palms and a feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach. All I wanted to do was run away, I was in deep trouble and I new it. Worse still I knew what the consequences were lightly to be and I had a feeling that my bottom was not going to get away unscathed.
I did not know how long I had been standing outside the door, it seemed like an age, and deep down I knew in reality running was not an option, I had to do it. I took a number of deep breathes, raised my hand boldly and rapped my knuckles on the door three times, my heart was I my mouth I was so nervous. I hoped beyond hope that maybe I’d been forgotten about and Miss S had gone home for the weekend, after all it was well past 4pm on a Friday afternoon.
My hopes were soon dashed “enter”
My quivering hand slowly reached out and I gingerly turned the brass knob, which, cold to the touch sent a shiver through me. I slowly entered the room not wanting to face my fate with Miss S
My heart sank as along with Miss S there was also the person who had caught me red handed Miss P
They both stood behind the desk, arms folded, tight lipped and looking extremely stern and annoyed, I felt about 2 inches tall
Miss S: “Hurry up boy, shut the door behind you and stand here” she pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of the desk
“yes miss”
I looked at the grim site on the desk a long, yellow, crook handled cane and my packet of cigarettes
Miss S “So then boy, Miss P tells me she caught you smoking this morning, do you deny it?”
“Miss, no miss, but look I only had one and I didn’t enjoy it, I was going to throw the rest away” I lied trying to avoid what seemed like the inevitable thrashing
Miss P: “Boy, you must think I am stupid, well do you boy?”
“Miss, no miss it’s true”
Miss P: “You obviously do think I’m stupid”
“No miss”
Miss P: “Don’t interrupt me! This is the second time you’ve had to visit me for the same reason you idiot boy, don’t you remember your last six of the best?”
I blushed with embarrassment at me own stupidity, as if I had forgotten the six stripes of fire across my clothed buttocks
“Miss, no miss”
Miss P “You appear to be lying to me again, as if you had remembered your last punishment you wouldn’t be standing here in front of me again would you?”
“Miss, no miss” I had to concede to my own stupidity
Miss P picked up the cane and started to swish it through the air and then bending it into a half moon “Miss, no miss” she repeated thoughtfully “Well, if you forgot the last punishment so readily I’m going make sure this is something you will never forget. Six for being caught smoking, six for your second offence, six for lying to me and all on the bare. That’s 18 stokes on your bare buttocks, do you understand boy”
“Yes miss, i’m really sorry miss”
Miss S: “Its far to late for sorry my lad but don’t worry by the end of this you really will be sorry trust me, because you see the strokes will also be doubled. Miss P isn’t just here to observe, fetch yourself a cane Miss P, after I have laid on one stroke Miss P will follow immediately with another, this will however only count as one stroke, which you will count aloud and thank us for, understood?”
I nodded
Miss S “UNDERSTOOD?”
“Yes miss”
Miss S ” Now drop your trousers and pants and bend over the desk like a good boy”
As is did what i was told Miss Ps heels clicked on the floor as she walked over to the cupboard to select her cane, I couldn’t stop my eyes from following her stockinged legs. My shorts and pants feel to floor and I bent over the desk, assuming the required position I gripped on to the far side of the desk and arched my back. Miss S lifted the tail of my shirt and took up position on my right hand side whilst Miss P was swishing her choice of cane through the air she joined on the left.
I felt cool rattan tapping on my defenceless bare skin, I gritted my teeth and then swish, crack & swish crack.