Janet realised that she was being told and not asked, but she did love the authoritative tone of voice that Mrs Summers always used, and replied, “Yes, headmistress. Janet lifted the hem of her school dress to above her waist, and, holding the hem there, she eased her fingers inside the elastic of her school regulation knickers and pushed them down towards the floor, stepping out of them, scooping them up, and, just as she noticed where Becky’s knickers were, she placed them on the same nearby chair.

However, Janet also realised that she was up for this, and asked, “Shall I take my knickers off, headmistress? As she thought of that instruction, she realised she was getting quite turned on now that the caning was over and was thinking how she could easily finger herself to an orgasm right now. It seemed that Mrs Summers was happy with the spanking she had given because Janet heard her instruct, “Okay, Janet, get up, and go and bend over the caning table. The next moment, Janet felt the cane rubbed from side to side across her bottom and wanted to scream out, ‘No,’ but told herself not to because she would never forgive herself if she had this opportunity to find out what the cane was like, then through her own cowardice walked away.

The transformation from a modern woman of attitude, to a submissive schoolgirl who must expect corporal punishment whenever Miss Kenworthy decrees, begins with her trembling fingers removing her clothes. However, her resistance wavered and then completely fell away as she felt the quivers flying around her vagina, and she replied, “Yes, please, headmistress. Janet watched as Becky pushed herself up, and stood up, and when she turned round saw that tears were dribbling down her face and she was sobbing.

Once Janet got home, and she lay on her bed, naked, what had happened to her, both being spanked and caned, filled her mind as she gave herself more huge orgasms. Maybe even crying helped her, she wondered, because then all she had to do was focus on keeping hold of the far end of the table. Mrs Summers then looked at Janet and said, “I won’t keep you much longer and really appreciate you witnessing this. Mrs Summers saw that Janet was holding her bottom and decided to have some fun, bearing in mind this was clearly one of the adult students. She loved the fact it made her feel like she was sixteen again and being at the school brought back her need to be obedient to the authoritative teachers.Janet always had trouble dealing with authoritative women, and none she knew were as authoritative as Mrs Summers. Mrs Summers smiled as she explained, “You’re not actually the only adult student I have spanked and caned. Clasping hold of the far end of the table even tighter was just an automatic reaction, as was yelping. As Janet was about to pass the headmistress’s study, the headmistress came out, looked at her, and said, “Can you please come in here as I need you to witness a punishment I have to give.

By the time the fourth stroke landed Janet knew that her knickers were damp, and, whilst she was clenching her thighs, she told herself that she had to make sure she didn’t let out any erotic gasps. So, imagine the scene, any woman who has been to court in my fictional town, can avoid a criminal record by agreeing to go to the school for correction. When the second stroke landed, rather than thinking how Becky felt Janet realised that she was actually getting turned on and was once again wondering what it would be like to be caned. Straight after that, she stuttered, “I mean, erm, not that, but erm, of course, I didn’t mean, erm,” and then her voice trailed off. Having thought that, she knew that she masturbated so often picturing herself being caned, so maybe she would still be excited afterwards, she hoped.

She looked so sweet but was clearly unhappy, but then why wouldn’t she be having just received four rather hard strokes of the cane? Even so, Janet saw that she quickly stepped back into her knickers, straightened out her dress, turned to Mrs Summers and said, “Thank you for caning me, headmistress. At least, she was continuing to cling onto the end of the table leaving her bottom perched ready to be caned again. How could one stroke hurt so much, she wondered, and immediately supposed she was right in thinking that Mrs Summers would make each of the strokes she gave her harder than the ones she had given Becky.