by LSF Publications
by Colin Daniels
Diana settled into the comfortable leather chair. She was even tempted to put her feet up on the heavy oak table she sat behind. This is the life, she thought to herself. Two weeks with no rowdy teenagers and no assignments to mark. Surely this is as close to heaven as one can find in a teaching job.
Diana reflected on the circumstances that had given her a dream job for two weeks. The principal had suffered a mild heart attack at the same time as the deputy principal was on a holiday overseas. Diana was an English teacher, not that long out of college herself, but her reputation for strict discipline had seen her given the job of stand-in principal until the deputy returned.
Diana surveyed the room. St Gregory's was an up-market private school and Mr Clodfrey's office certainly reflected the school's high fees. Antique chairs and bookshelves added a plush, though turn of the century, feel to the room.
Suddenly, Diana spotted something above one of the bookshelves that sparked her curiosity - a cane. Diana reached up and removed the cane from the board that it was displayed on. The principal must have left it there to deter would be offenders, though its use had been outlawed by politically correct governments years ago.
Diana studied the cane. It was long and slender, with a traditional crook handle. Diana was amazed that something with such a reputation as a harsh implement of correction could be so light.
She'd never been caned herself and wondered how it would feel. Curiosity got the better of her and Diana tentatively put out her left hand and lightly brought the cane down on her palm. That didn't hurt, she thought. I'd better do it properly if I really want to find out. She lifted the cane again and brought it down with moderate force.
"Shit!" Diana cursed aloud. A thin red line formed across her palm. She shook her hand urgently, dropping the offending implement on her desk.
How did students take such a punishment? I wasn't even doing it that hard. Probably badly, she considered, rubbing her burning palm. They probably bawled their eyes out. No wonder students were much better behaved back then.
Diana visualised one of her cockiest students bending over the desk, bottom up for the cane. She visualised herself holding the cane high, then bringing it down hard across his pants while he begged for mercy. Those were the days, she thought.
Diana slammed down the phone in disgust. She knew her husband did not appreciate calls at work, but he didn't have to be so damn rude. Greg hadn't shown the slightest interest in how she was handling her first day as acting principal. He knew she was nervous about it, but had been more interested in writing some stupid report than hearing about how she was going.
Diana loved her husband, but he could be so inconsiderate at times, and especially so when he was stressed. Diana was so angry she could scream. As fate would have it, she looked down and spotted the cane, still lying on her desk where she had dropped it.
Maybe that's what he needs, she thought with an amused smirk. A good caning would certainly get his attention. Six of the best right across his naughty bottom. Diana reached forward and picked up the cane, getting right into her fantasy.
She swished the cane through the air, captivated by the sound it made. She pictured Greg bent over her table, pants at his ankles as she administered the caning he richly deserved. Diana was shocked by the realisation that the powerful image was not only appealing, but incredibly arousing.
Greg was cutting up vegetables in the kitchen when Diana finally got home. She'd had to work later than usual, meeting parents and dealing with troubled staff. It seemed being in charge wasn't quite the heaven she thought it would be.
Diana walked into the kitchen and put her arms around Greg's waist, hugging him tightly as he worked. Greg leaned back and nuzzled her cheek. She always loved it when he did that.
Diana was still a bit angry at Greg, though it seemed a little trivial now. Still, she wasn't going to let him off that easily, especially since she'd been staring thoughtfully at the cane on her desk most of the afternoon.
"You know, you were pretty rude to me on the phone today dear husband," Diana said into her husband's ear.
"Yes, sorry about that. I was really busy. That report's really important," her husband replied, still cutting vegetables.
"Well my job is important too. You knew it was my first day. You've been making a habit of being inconsiderate lately, and it's a habit you'd do well to break." Diana paused. "Or I might have to take some drastic measures," she added ominously.
"What are you talking about?" Greg asked in a concerned tone.
Diana dropped her voice to nearly a whisper and gripped Greg tighter around the waist. Just the thought of what she was about to say was exciting her.
"I'm acting school principal now. Do you know what that means?"
"Not really," Greg replied, struggling to understand his wife's meaning.
"It means I'm responsible for disciplining naughty boys all day." Diana felt Greg tense as she spoke. "I have a cane for naughty boys' bottoms. It stings like the devil, I'm told." Diana paused to let the words sink in. "I'd hate to have to bring it home to deal with bigger naughty boys," she lied. Actually, the idea was quite appealing.
"You can't be serious," Greg said incredulously.
Diana unwrapped her arms from around his waist and took a step backwards. Greg looked over his shoulder at her, eyes wide with surprise.
"If you keep up your habits you'll find out just how serious I am, naughty boy," Diana replied, giving Greg her most stern tone and a look that she normally reserved for the classroom.
Diana then lifted her hand back and smacked Greg's bottom hard through his sweat shorts.
"Oww! What was that for?"
"That was just a sample of what to expect if you don't shape up. I'm going to take a shower now. I advise you to think about lifting your game, and how the cane might feel if you don't!"
Diana walked into the bathroom, her heart beating fast at what she'd just done. She was breathless with excitement. Her normally strong willed husband had proved as easy to handle as an errant schoolboy. Diana knew that she had to go the Full Monty.
Diana was having a rotten day. First, she'd had to deal with three students caught vandalising a convenience store. A reporter with a local newspaper had even rung her to find out what was happening at the school.
Then she'd had to put up with an abusive parent who was convinced that the school's teachers were responsible for his son's poor grades, despite the student's history of poor performance and disciplinary problems stretching back over a decade.
It was nights like this that Diana liked to go out for dinner with her husband. A good bottle of red and some carefree romantic dining could wash the weight of the world away. She decided to ring her husband to organise dinner at a nice Italian restaurant they frequented.
"Diana, I told you I had meetings all day today. What do you want?" her husband answered the phone abruptly.
"Well hello to you too!" Diana snapped back.
"Oh sorry," Greg mumbled, suddenly remembering what his wife had said the previous week.
"So you should be. I've had a terrible day and now you can't even be civil to me for thirty seconds out of your oh so important day. Well when you get home tonight we'll see if the cane can't teach you to be a little more sensitive!"
"But Diana," Greg implored.
"No arguments mister," Diana immediately replied in the same tone she used with students. "Unless you want a dozen instead of six? Enjoy sitting down through your meetings. You won't be sitting tomorrow!"
Diana hung up. She felt a huge sense of relief, like something that had been brewing for months finally was going to have a resolution. She fondled the cane on her desk thoughtfully. The images of what she wanted to do came stronger now, and were even more exciting to her.
The school secretary winked at her when Diana walked out of her office with the cane under her arm. Diana blushed and tried to get out of the building as quickly as possible without running.
Diana wanted to be home well before her husband today. She had a few ideas on how to prepare for her husband's caning that would make sure he didn't offer more than token resistance.
Once home, Diana prepared the outfit she was going to wear to Greg's demise. She carefully selected a white lace blouse and her shortest black mini-skirt. Diana put her hair back and donned her reading glasses. Her highest black heels completed the look - sexy but stern.
Diana knew from dealing with errant schoolboys that she'd have to take Greg out of his comfort zone to make him submit to her cane. Her husband had probably spent the afternoon deciding how he was going to tell his wife that there was no way he was going to let her cane him.
Diana moved the desk from the study into the lounge, placing the cane prominently on top of it. It was the first thing her husband would see when he walked in. She placed a straight backed chair from the kitchen behind the desk. Then she waited.
Greg's mind ran through what he was going to say to his lovely wife as he slowly walked up the front stairs. He was going to put his foot down and say that there wasn't a chance he was going to let her cane him. He was far too old for such a punishment. Besides, he was the man of the house. He was in charge!
Greg was astonished at what he saw when he walked into the lounge room. His wife was sitting behind a desk in the middle of the room. She was staring at him - eyes thin and piercing. What was even more astonishing was the long thin cane on the desk. Greg couldn't take his eyes off it!
"Glad you finally made it home, Mr Phillips," Diana barked as she slowly rose from behind the desk. "I've half a mind to increase your punishment for being late." Diana knew that this threat to increase his punishment would reduce his resistance to what he already had coming to him.
Greg finally lifted his eyes from the horrible wooden implement lying on the desk. His wife looked stunning. Her short skirt and high heels emphasised her fantastic legs. He'd never seen Diana so stern and determined. All his schoolboy fantasies about his teachers came rushing back to him. His breath was short and perspiration began to drip down his forehead.
"Now Diana, you..." Greg began.
"Quiet! I've had quite enough of your excuses for one day," Diana snapped in a determined voice. Diana had found that tone was more powerful than volume when dealing with naughty boys, if used correctly.
Greg recoiled from his wife's voice. He was amazed at this transformation in his normally subdued wife. Even more disturbing to him was that he found it incredibly sexually exciting. She was in control, and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it.
Diana picked up the cane on the desk and, still eyeballing her naughty husband, began to lightly tap it against her left palm. Greg found his wife's newly found dominant side too arousing to watch and stared at the carpet, unable to think of anything coherent to say.
"Now young Mr Phillips, you find yourself in this position because you continue to be insensitive to your loving wife's feelings. As a long overdue lesson to you, I intend to cane you six times across your bare bottom. They will be hard strokes and I'm sure they will hurt a great deal."
Greg found the visualisation of what his wife intended to do disturbingly erotic but horribly frightening. Greg had heard stories about the effects of the cane, though he'd never experienced it himself. Yet, he thought ruefully. He wondered how he could get out of this ...
"That's right. In a few moments you're going to be caned by your wife for behaving like a selfish schoolboy. Do you have anything to say for yourself young man before you bend over the desk for the sound caning you've earned?" Diana asked, knowing she had her husband in the palm of her hand.
Greg's mouth was dry. His tongue felt swollen, his heart raced, his hands shivered, but his penis was rock hard.
"Ah. I didn't mean to upset you," Greg replied weakly.
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