By SirNayrab e-mail comments to LippyRab@hotmail.com Copyright 1999 Sarah was waiting at the corner shop; why she just didn't know. But she had not been able to stop thinking about this appointment since she had left the Head's office after her spanking ordeal with Gillian. She felt nervous and wondered what the secretary really wanted to talk to her about. Still, she also knew in her heart that her being here now, waiting for Gillian, meant she was probably going to get her bare bottom spanked again and voluntarily at that since she was really consenting just by being there. Gillian rounded the corner in her car and could see Sarah standing there waiting for her. She licked her lips, thinking, "She is a good girl, really, to be on time waiting for me." Gillian glanced in the rear view mirror. Yes, her makeup was fine and she looked more like herself after her spanking and hair brushing from the Headmaster. Her eyes were not puffy and her face was not flushed as it had been when she shuddered over the strict knees of the Headmaster earlier in the afternoon with her bottom ablaze and a very content and satisfied feeling within her heart. A feeling which, she knew, only a naughty girl feels once her bottom has been spanked and she has paid for her offense. She stopped beside Sarah and waited for the girl to open the door and get in the car. Once Sarah was in the car, Gillian looked at her, smiling, and said, "Better belt up then, Sarah." Sarah flushed; she hadn't said anything to make Gillian tell her to be quiet. Maybe, she thought, she shouldn't have come after all. In a moment, however, her face lightened and her worrying stopped as Gillian laughed and said, "Your seat belt, young lady, that's all I mean." Even Sarah laughed and the tension in the air broke as Gillian said, "How did you get on in class then, sitting on that sore bottom, Sarah?" With a flush, Sarah said, "It was hard to keep still." Sarah knew she had only just managed it. Gillian commented that she had found it to be just the same when she was at school herself. She also said that the Head had spanked and caned her many times when she was in school. But now, of course, she was a good girl. Gillian was smiling inwardly to herself, at the thought of saying this when she was still feeling the tingle and soreness from her earlier punishment within her own bottom. "I thought we would go for some refreshments and have our chat, Sarah. Is that okay with you?" "Y-yes, that is fine." Sarah didn't really know what to say to the older girl who was driving her, and so just sat quietly. Her silence gave Gillian more time to think back to that dreadful day in the Head's study a few years ago when she had first found that receiving a spanking turned her on and could make her climax. Those facts had shocked her-and the Headmaster-immensely. She looked over at the still innocent Sarah and smiled at her. The girl was miles away and soon Gillian was too, as she remembered swearing at her teacher in English class all those years ago, followed by the long walk to the Head's office. She had knocked and entered when told to do so. A short skirt, a blouse, ankle socks and her shoes was all she had had on that day. She wore no bra or panties because she had taken them off at lunchtime for an entirely unrelated reason. She smiled as she remembered that part of the day (but that is a different story altogether). When she entered the Head's office, she had seen him standing and looking even bigger than he normally did. His face was like thunder as he read the teacher's short note and then looked at Gillian. He looked at her as the schoolgirl she had been then, an 18-year-old girl in her last year at school. Suddenly he asked, "Have you got a bra on, young lady?" the Head boomed at her. "No, Sir, I haven't," she replied in a strong voice herself, before blushing. Instantly, she wondered worriedly about what he would say when she bent over and revealed that she was already bare-bottomed under her skirt. She had realized that she had made a major mistake which she could not rectify, and was now very nervous. Her eyes looked at Sarah as she thought, "Just like she will be when I get my hands on her properly," as she licked her lips again. Returning to her own memories, she recalled the Head walking around behind her and lifting her skirt to spank her legs for her haughty attitude and hearing him suck his breath in, saying nothing. It had been so silent in the office that it was frightening. She knew he must be thinking about what he had seen-or not seen actually. She heard him step away and felt her skirt drop back over her bottom. Immediately, he was in front of her. "I DON'T BELIEVE MY EYES, GIRL!" he had shouted at her. "You'd better explain, and right now, girl." Gillian simply lost all her color and felt sickly, her tummy tightening. She simply didn't know what to say as she looked into eyes filled with rage. "WELL, ANSWER ME," he said. But she was too slow in replying. Impatiently, the Head sat on his desk, and put his foot on the footstool he had pulled from underneath it. Abruptly, Gillian was dragged unceremoniously over his knee, her skirt raised, and his hard hand spanked her very, very hard, instantaneously, on her bare bottom, each cheek in turn. SMACKKK-"I think"-SMACKKK-"that you"-SMACKKK-"were getting up to"-SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK-"no good with the boys, girl"-SMACKKK, SMACKKK, SMACKKK-"weren't you," he said. Gillian was lost for breath and words, and couldn't even scream or make the normal noises a naughty girl does when her bottom is being spanked hard by an annoyed Headmaster's hand. She was in shock and, although her legs were kicking frantically, she just couldn't speak. He then spanked her where her thighs met her bottom. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. At that, Gillian found her voice and began to beg, "No, no, no, Sir. Please stop, oucchhhh, oowwwwww," the tears were coming fast now and running down her cheeks. "And don't even think to lie to me or you will not sit for a week, young lady," he said. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. "But, bu-but I was only going to sit with them." SMACK, SMACK. "Don't lie, girl." Gillian just broke down and cried harder, finally admitting her crimes. "I was, Sir, yes. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I will not do it again, honestly." The next thing she knew, Gillian found herself on her feet in front of the Headmaster. "STRIP NOW, GIRL," he said, "I'm going to teach you a lesson you will never forget, and humiliation, I feel, is an important part of it." He was taking a gamble that Gillian would not say anything to her parents since she knew just how serious this matter actually was. They would be really angry at her playing with the boys and being expelled this close to her final exams, perhaps too angry to care about what the Head had done. He was right. Gillian, taking no chances that her parents would be told, hurriedly stripped. She felt different somehow and was also worried with the Headmaster's voice sounding more stern and far stricter than usual. "You can leave the socks on," he said as she was struggling to take off her blouse. She was shaking and still didn't know what he was going to do. She knew only that she would not sit for a long while after this, especially since even the spanking earlier had been harder than he had ever given her before. The Headmaster walked to the door, opened it slightly, and said to his secretary, "Under no circumstances am I to be interrupted." He then closed the door and walked to the cupboard on the wall. "HURRY UP, GILLIAN," he said as she was fumbling and struggling. Then her blouse was off and she was trying to undo her skirt. She looked up to see what he was doing and devoutly wished she hadn't done so as she saw him select the middle cane, 36 inches long and ¼ inch thick. Her skirt dropped to the floor and she began crying now that she knew her fate. She stood there, naked, having removed all but her socks. SWACK went the cane as it struck her across the backs of her thighs. "Put your clothes tidily on the chair near the window and then climb up on my desk, young lady, and"-SWACK-"be quick about it." "OWIEEEE OWWwww," she gasped as the cane struck her in exactly the same place on her thighs. "Yes S-s-sir, I will, I will," as she clutched her clothes and rubbed her legs. She stumbled to the chair, jiggling her bottom to try and ease the sting from her thighs. She folded her clothes and laid them on the chair quickly, and then returned to climb on the desk. As she climbed, she tried to keep her intimate parts secret, but it was not possible. Her face was flushed; she really felt embarrassed and was crying profusely now. Soon she was in the requested position. "Bottom higher, Gillian," he said and tapped it-TAP, TAP-"Come on, push it upwards, girl."-TAP, TAP. She did as she was told, and as soon as he saw her bottom high in the air, he raised the cane well back and-THWACKKKkk. Down it came across the lower part of her bottom, then progressively higher in strokes landing at half inch intervals till they reached the top. He scolded her, too, all the time he was caning her. SWICKKKkkkk-"I will not have you fooling with the boys in MY school, young lady."-THWACKKKkkk, SWACKKK-as the cane was laying its fire across her elevated bottom cheeks which gyrated from side to side as he caned her, trying to avoid the discipline. THWACKKkkkkk. "NOOOOooo, AIEEeeee," she was crying and ouching and owwing as each stroke landed. SWICKKKkkk, THWACKKK. "Keep it still, girl"-THWACKKK-"Higher"-THWACKKkkkkk. Suddenly, he paused. Gillian was sobbing and crying there like she had never done before. He was talking quietly now to her and she vaguely heard his words. "Knees open, Gillian. There's a good girl. Back arched, head down, make your naughty bottom high and tight for my cane, girl." At the same time, Gillian felt a surprising warm glowing feeling in her tummy. She knew what it was and, although she was howling and the tears were wetting his desk, she knew what the feeling meant. "But Sir.." "Don't make it worse for yourself, Gillian," he said quietly. "This is the humiliation I was telling you that you needed. Now hurry up"-TAP, TAP, TAP, went the cane. Sobbing harder, yet feeling pleasure at the same time, she complied and felt the cane running up and down her bottom, tapping here and there. TAP, TAP. "Naughty girls need to be punished," he said to her, "Don't they, young lady? And more so when they play with the boys." He waited for her answer. "Y-y-y-yes, yes Sir, they do Sir," she replied. TAP-"Back arched more, Gillian." THWACKKKK. "YEOWWWwww," as the cane struck her well presented bottom. However, her bottom wasn't all he could see. Her secret charms were also well on display to his gaze. And, he thought, she looked very wet. "MMmmmm, can she be?" he thought as he brought the cane down again. SWICKkk. "And I think"-THWACKK-"you will stop and think before you play with the boys in my school again, young lady." Thwack, thwack. He was caning her with softer strokes now, though they were still very stingy. Her cries seemed different although he knew she was still crying real tears like all naughty school girls do when they are being dealt with. Nonetheless, the crying still seemed different. Thwack, thwack, thwack. "Are you learning your lesson, Gillian?" Thwack, thwack. "OOOooo, Mmmmm." He could swear she was enjoying this as he stung her bottom. Looking closely at her bottom as he was, he could see the angry weals left by his cane and knew that he had punished her properly. And he knew that she would not forget this lesson in a hurry. Suddenly, he saw her tense and shudder and immediately stopped caning her. Gillian was all at sixes and sevens, her head swimming. Her burning cheeks were imparting such a warm glow to her tummy, and her secret spot seemed to be on fire with passion for this strict dominating man who was disciplining her. She shuddered more and more, then went completely limp as she climaxed. The Headmaster was shocked and didn't know what to say or do. She was 18 years old, so she was not a child. So he moved to the front of the desk and looked into her eyes with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She looked up at him and he could tell she was extremely embarrassed, to say the least. Gently, he told her to compose herself and that then they would talk about what had happened. He laid the cane on his desk, and sat down, still unsure of how to handle the situation. He knew he must talk to her about what had happened though, and now, this minute. Returning to the present, Gillian smiled to herself now feeling very warm below and almost reliving the hard spanking she had received all those years ago. She looked over at Sarah and realized she herself now had a lesson to teach someone else. All the signs had been there earlier that afternoon, and she could still feel the naughty Sarah over her knees and see the red, red bottom that she had spanked. "We're there Sarah," Gillian said, and Sarah too came back to earth again. She herself had been recalling when she was over the secretary's knees and had shown off her secrets freely and knowingly when she bent to pick up her panties off the floor. She glanced at Gillian, a bit flushed in the cheeks. The car stopped and they got out. Gillian looked forward to when she would have Sarah to herself in her flat for the first time. And Sarah thought of what was about to happen, hoping that this coffee and chat was to tell her about how she was going to be dealt with. She entered the coffee shop with butterflies in her tummy and a warm glow beginning to spread all over her. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com