Author's Pen Name: SirNayrab Fan E-Mail Address: LippyRab@hotmail.com Title of Story: Sarah's 3rd spanking of the week Suggested Category: Spanking Abbreviated Keywords: Sarah's 3rd spanking of the week Sarah wasn't really a bad girl, just an unlucky one. She was the only one that always seemed to get caught, no matter what she did. Then, having a quick mouth, she usually put her foot in it, to make whatever the problem was worse. Now here she was, having just answered her English teacher back, which had not been a very wise move at all, taking that long walk to the head's office again. At times like this the walk to the Headmaster's office seemed just a few seconds long, unlike when the bell rang at the end of the day and its seemed to take forever to get to the main door and out into the real world again. Unfortunately, this was the real world for Sarah at this moment in time. She was going to receive a sound spanking--or maybe worse--on her bare bottom. It was going to be hard and long, as this trip was going to be one visit too many to the Head's office this week. Sarah didn't exactly have butterflies in her tummy, but she did feel slightly nauseous. All too soon, she was there, standing in front of the Head's office door. Slowly, she raised her hand but didn't seem to be able to knock on the door. Tap, tap, at last. "COME IN!" the voice from within boomed loudly. For just a moment, she froze at the sound of the angry voice that had said those words. Eventually, she managed to open the door slightly and slowly. As she did, "Who is it," the voice called again, and she knew he was in a bad mood. Reluctantly, she pushed the door open all the way, her heart skipping beats and fluttering and pounding as she entered the office. Looking up at her, the Head smiled pleasantly and said, "Good morning, Sarah. How can I help you this morning?" Sarah swallowed hard and handed him the note from her English teacher. As he read it, Sarah saw his face cloud over, then saw him look her sharply in the eye. "Come round here, please, Sarah," he said sternly and pointed to the area beside his chair. She complied quickly and, once she was there, he simply pulled her over his knees and raised her skirt. At once, his hand was spanking her on alternate cheeks, very hard. Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack! "I can't," Smack, Smack! "believe you," Smack, Smack! "are in my office again!" Smack, Smack, Smack! Sarah was sobbing already and her bottom was stinging fiercely as he stood her up. "GET TO THE CORNER NOW, YOUNG LADY!" he ordered, and then left the office. She was really apprehensive now, wondering what was going to happen. She had never seen him this mad before. What's more, she could feel her bottom already hot and starting to get sore under her skirt, even through her panties. Just a few minutes passed until Sarah heard the Head's voice coming back into the outer office. "I want no calls and no interruptions, Miss Jamerson, till I come out again." She heard the inner office door open again, and then heard, "Skirt off, girl, and those panties as well, young lady!" Sarah was quick to comply. "Roll that blouse up too, girl. I don't want any impediment when I am punishing your naughty bottom." She turned toward him, her heart in her mouth. Her fingers, trying to follow his rapid commands, were disoriented and clumsy. She was hurrying and getting nowhere fast when he walked over to her and smacked her legs, twice on each. Smack, smack. "I suggest you hurry, girl." Smack, smack. The Head walked to back to his desk. Finally, Sarah's skirt slid to the floor, and she tucked her blouse up. Knowing what would happen if she didn't do so, she picked her skirt up and folded it neatly. With a tear in her eye and fear and apprehension on her face, she placed the skirt on the other chair by the window, noticing as she did that it was a nice day outside, but also knowing it was not going to be a nice day for her. Then, moving very slowly, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down to her knees. From there, they fell to the floor. She stepped out of them, and leaned over to pick them up. Folding the panties, Sarah laid them on the chair with her skirt. Her clothes properly adjusted, Sarah turned and walked toward him, her hands clasped in front of the tails of her blouse. She could see he had picked up the slipper. "TOES, girl," he instructed. She knew precisely what he meant and instantly bent forward touching her toes. As the team captain of hockey and netball, she was lithe and fit, so assuming this position was not a problem for her. Still, she knew in her heart that all too soon she would be struggling to hold it. Before then, there would be the awful time of his hands all over her bottom, touching and pinching, and the embarrassment of his words too, "A little left now, right over, more, push it up!" while all the time his hand was there, touching, feeling, and sometimes straying to where it shouldn't be. Even as she dreaded the experience, he was already doing it, saying "More left, girl, right a bit, you know how I want this naughty bottom, more," as, squeezing and pinching her bottom, he said, "Higher, push it up now." Then, there was nothing, no more touching. She knew then that he was admiring her pert firm bottom stretched tightly upward and rounded perfectly, awaiting the cruelly painful slippering she was about to get. This pause was always the worst, waiting, just waiting; anticipating the sting and the pain before it came was so awful. Tap, Tap. "And keep still, girl!" Unconsciously, a sigh was released from Sarah's lips. There was no pain-yet, just the taps. This was the worst thing of all, then hearing his last command, "If you do move, I will cane you, girl," Tap. "do you," Tap, Tap. "understand me?" "Yes, Sir," she blurted, just wanting it to start, and then it did. He slippered her left cheek first. WHACKKK. The sound echoed around the room and then WHACKK on the same cheek. A fire was already burning in her bottom, a fire from the slipper, and then WHACKK on the right cheek. WHACKK Those two were so close together she couldn't feel the pain of the first, just one combined pain after the second. Then WHACK WHACK he continued the slippering, alternating cheeks and scolding her at the same time. "You have been in here twice," followed by two whacks, "this week already," accompanied by two more whacks, this time where her bottom met her thighs. Sarah was crying loudly now, but still he continued. "If," with four more whacks, followed by a pause during which he said, "if this doesn't teach you, I will cane you every day in each break and at lunch time and then in detention after school, girl! NOW STAND UP!" he said and walked to the cupboard on the wall. She was shaking, her bottom and thigh tops a mass of red marks from the slippering. As she stood there trying to rid her bottom of the sting, she wiggled and squirmed. "Look at this, girl," the Head said as he opened the cupboard. She tried to obey through weeping eyes, and saw him finger the canes lovingly. "This one, or perhaps this one, miss, will be whipping its discipline into your bare naughty bottom, if necessary." Sarah sniffled more, "But I will not misbehave again, Sir, honestly," she stuttered. "You said that yesterday, miss." Sarah lowered her head then heard the swishhhhh of the senior cane which he had taken from the cupboard. As she heard the dreadful sound of the cane slicing through the air, her eyes shot up to look at the fearful implement of pain and misery, intended to be used on a girl's naughty bottom. "CORNER GIRL!" She hurried to the corner, glad to get away from the center of the room where she was able to see the canes. However, he followed her to the corner and hung the cane on the hook in the corner right in front of her nose. She was shaking in her shoes as she looked at it. "This is so cruel," she thought, and didn't want to look at it, but couldn't stop herself. With butterflies in her stomach, as she tried to imagine what it would feel like. Would it leave ridges and welts as she had been told and would they take a week to fade away? She didn't want to think about this and tried to look elsewhere. But, "Nose to the corner, girl," the Head said sharply and she was forced again to look at the cane. All at once, there was a knock on the door and, once the Head said, "Enter," his secretary walked in. Accustomed to sights of this sort, the secretary looked at the girl's bottom, red and sore. Sarah could feel more of a burn increase, as she just knew that the secretary would be staring at her, looking at the soreness of her bottom, its curves swollen and red. She would look too at Sarah, stood in the corner like a naughty little girl waiting for the next phase of her punishment to take place. Not taking any further notice of Sarah, the secretary said, "Mr. Dawson phoned to see if Sarah will be along to his class soon, Sir," she said. "Ah, yes, good. Please tell him no, she will not be out of here till at least lunch time." All right, Sir, he said will send the work she has missed along to your office then." "That will be fine." Sarah cried anew, realizing that one of her friends would come in, or worse still one of the boys from her class, and that person would see her like this, or maybe even getting more punishment. "Come here, Sarah," she heard the Head say and, as if in a dream, she walked to him. He was sitting behind his desk and simply pulled her over his knees again. He spanked her bottom hard some twenty or so times on each cheek as well as where her bottom meets her thighs. "Just to keep you thinking," he said, as he stood her up and sent her to the corner again. Sarah stood in the corner, sure she would not be bad again this week, this month, or even this year, maybe even never again, she thought, as the tears coursed down her cheeks. Her bottom still felt like it was not hers, as it felt so swollen and much bigger than usual. Soon there was a knock on the door. "Come," she heard his voice, and in walked Anita. Sarah knew from the visitor's voice that it was Anita. There was a pause, then he asked Anita, "Yes, that is what a naughty bottom looks like when I'm spanking it, young lady. Sore, isn't it, Sarah?" She cringed but, "Yes Sir," she said in reply. Anita laid the work that Sarah had missed on the desk as instructed by the Head's pointing finger and turned to leave. She scampered out of the room quickly, not wanting any trouble herself when the Head was in this mood. Meanwhile, the Head looked at Sarah's bottom. "Hmmmmmm, still red enough," he thought, "for now, at least." Sarah heard him rustle his papers and knew he was working on something or perhaps reading, in any event ignoring the fact that she was there,. She spent the time reflecting on what she had done, as well as on the cane in front of her nose. By now she knew every notch ,every imperfect little blemish, on it since she had studied it intimately. She wondered whether the notches would be felt afterwards when she rubbed her hands over the ridges it would leave on her bottom. Her eyes were still sore from crying as she stood there, a sorry young lady indeed, wondering just what would happen next. By: SirNayrab. Copy right 1999.