by Adrian Caine
It was a chilly November morning. The students of St. Luke's Academy for Girls stood outside the building, blowing on their hands and huddling together for warmth while they waited for the bell to ring.
Two of the girls had crept off by themselves away from the throng, hoping to stay out of sight. 18-year-old Alicia Poundstone, a slim, pretty brunette, fished inside her coat for the two cigarettes she had liberated from her mother's pack that morning.
"You don't think she'll notice, then?" asked her best friend Gracie, a slightly chubby but very comely blonde lass.
"Oh, bugger it if she did! She'll think it was my brother, and it will be great fun to see him thrashed for something he didn't do!"
Alicia wasn't a cruel girl, but her brother Robert had been a nuisance lately, and he had gotten away with stealing cigarettes before. She handed one of the purloined items to her friend, took out a book of matches, and lit it for her. Gracie, inhaling for the first time, coughed a bit. Alicia laughed.
"I thought you said you'd smoked before!" she teased.
"I have! I just never, well, you know, inhaled."
Alicia rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Gracie, you're such a goody-goody!"
"Am not! Take that back!" her friend demanded in mock indignation. Alicia just grinned and lit up, enjoying a long, deep drag.
"Ah, that's the stuff," she said, giddy at the thought of getting away with tasting forbidden fruit. Gracie tried again, and did better this time. It tasted awful, but it was a thrill!
"You girls!" a voice shouted. "Over here at once!"
The girls instinctively dropped the cigarettes and crushed them out under their shoes. "Yes, Ma'am?" Alicia said innocently as Mrs. Stanton, the schoolyard monitor, shot daggers at her.
"Don't 'Yes, Ma'am' me, young lady! I saw what you two were up to. It's a visit to the Headmistress's office for both of you!"
Both girls felt their tummies flip at the news. Headmistress Andersen was notoriously strict about what she called 'substance abuse' among her girls, and smoking definitely fell under that category for her. Mrs. Stanton stood resolute, beckoning the girls over.
"Damn that cow!" Alicia hissed under her breath. "We're for it now!"
Gracie felt a tear form in her eye. Less adventurous than her friend, she'd never been spanked or caned at school before. She had a sinking feeling that her bottom was about to pay for her misdemeanor, and she was right.
The bell rang, and the other girls looked on and whispered amongst themselves as Mrs. Stanton summarily escorted the two girls to the school office. She indicated the bench outside Headmistress Andersen's office.
"Sit down, girls. While you can." The big woman knocked on the door, and disappeared inside for a moment. She came out with an unpleasant smile.
"Go on in, ladies, Headmistress is waiting for you."
Gulping, the girls complied. They found Headmistress Andersen, a formidable woman with a reputation for being tough but fair, standing in front of her desk, her arms folded in front of her. They stood at attention before her, hands at their sides, trying to be brave.
"Miss Poundstone, back again I see," the woman observed. "Did you not assure me just two weeks ago that you wouldn't be back in this office for discipline?"
"Yes, Miss, sorry, Miss." Alicia said, her gaze falling to the floor.
"Eyes up, Poundstone!" she demanded. The girl complied, with effort. She was determined not to let the woman see fear in her eyes.
"And Miss Harper! This is a first, I believe, is it not?"
Gracie gulped and said in a quiet voice, "Yes, Miss."
"Well, you girls know how I feel about smoking. It is a filthy habit that ruins one's health and causes ones' clothes to smell abominably. I won't have St. Luke's girls engaging in that or any other self-destructive behaviour. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss," both girls said in unison, hoping against hope to be let off with a warning.
"Right, then. Remove your uniforms."
The girls gasped. "But Miss..." Alicia began.
"Hush, girl. Remove your uniform at once. Until you have paid for your misdemeanor, you are not worthy of it."
Miserably, the two friends began stripping. They stepped out of their shoes, removed their skirts, and laid them on the desk. Under Mrs. Andersen's piercing glare, they did likewise with their vests and blouses.
"Right. Go stand against the wall whilst I prepare the morning announcements."
Feeling quite sorry for themselves, they walked dejectedly over to the wall in just their vests, knickers and socks, shivering with chill and anxiety. They both knew, but did not wish to contemplate, the fact that the Headmistress meant to make an example of them to the other students. Headmistress Andersen regarded the two sorry upper-sixth facing the wall with their hands on their heads. She smiled slightly, recalling having been in that exact same position and state of dress more than once as a girl. She sat behind her desk and readied her papers for the morning announcements. What she had in mind would embarrass the girls terribly, she knew, but it might just put them off cigarettes for life. A small price to pay for a lifetime of good health, she thought.
The girls winced as they heard the intercom switched on. The worst-case scenario was unfolding! Suddenly both girls fervently wished they had never even considered trying a cigarette.
Headmistress Andersen cleared her throat and began the morning announcements. All the girls would be listening intently in their homerooms, she knew, because their undivided attention was an absolute requirement when she spoke in her school. After getting all of the pertinent items out of the way, she announced,
"And finally, this morning, we have two miscreants standing at the wall who have been divested of their uniforms." (Many a gasp was heard throughout the school at this announcement.)
"Miss Poundstone and Miss Harper apparently thought it would be 'cool' to sneak a cigarette before classes. They were spotted by one of our keen-eyed monitors and brought to my office for punishment. In just a moment, it will be their bare bottoms that are smoking, and I assure you they will be anything but cool. Listen carefully, as any of you girls who indulge in this filthy habit will be dealt with in the same manner. Miss Harper, as this is your first offence, you may go first."
Not at all thrilled to be given first place in this case, Gracie walked over timidly with tears in her eyes. Mrs. Andersen guided her over her lap, and the girl noted with horror that the intercom microphone was just inches from her face! Then she was quite astonished to feel the woman take the waistband of her panties in hand!
"Oh, Miss, please!" she cried in humiliation. Mrs. Andersen just smiled ruefully and yanked the girl's knickers down to mid-thigh, revealing a snow-white bottom that still retained a bit of baby fat.
"Miss Harper," she said, "I am quite certain you are aware that all discipline at St. Luke's Academy is carried out upon the bare bottom." The poor girl groaned in keen embarrassment. Her chubby little backside was something she would much rather keep from view, especially from one intent on spanking it! She imagined each and every girl in the school - and the staff and teachers as well- forming an accurate mental picture of her current oh-so-embarrassing state!
She hadn't long to ruminate upon the matter, because Mrs. Andersen promptly began to tan her bare backside hard with her open palm. Knowing her spanking was being broadcast all over school, the poor girl struggled to remain quiet, but alas, it was not to be. Not thirty seconds in, she was keening, crying, and begging for mercy! Mercy was not yet on offer, however; instead, the disciplinarian picked up her wooden ruler and continued smacking her errant pupil. Poor Gracie kicked her bare legs helplessly and shrieked as the hard wood crashed down all around her rear end and the tops of her thighs. When her entire backside was thoroughly reddened, the headmistress brought the spanking to a close.
"Right, then young lady! Over to the wall with you, hands on your head and don't you dare rub that cherry red backside, or it will be back over my lap in a thrice!"
Sobbing, and struggling to keep her hands from flying down to sooth her outraged cheeks, Gracie trotted over to the wall and stood there as required.
"Miss Poundstone! Your time has come!" the headmistress announced. Having watched and listened to her friend's ordeal, Alicia had lost all her usual bravado. Whimpering slightly, and hating herself for it, she took her place over the formidable woman's lap. She'd hoped to retain some semblance of dignity, but when her knickers came down and the punishment began, that went right out the window. Mrs. Andersen spanked merrily away, with even more gusto this time, owing to Alicia's 'repeat offender' status. By the time she switched over to her ruler, the girl was nearly hysterical, kicking and bucking wildly on the woman's lap. Her shrieks carried to every corner of the school, striking fear in the hearts of her fellow students.
Finally, it was over. Two very unhappy girls stood side by side against the wall, hands on their heads and bright red bottoms on display. Slightly out of breath from her exertions, the Headmistress returned to the microphone.
"Girls of St. Luke's Academy, hear me. These two young ladies have been dealt with for now, but they remain under detention and will receive six strokes of the cane each after classes today. Keep in mind, ladies, your bodies are sacred, and substance abuse will not be tolerated at this school. When their punishment is complete this evening, their uniforms shall be returned to them; they will then be considered fully reinstated members of our school community, and you shall treat them as such. That is all."
As was the custom at St. Luke's after a spanking or caning, the unfortunate two were allowed to dress, but only in the spare gym kits that Mrs. Andersen kept in her closet for such occasions. Poor Miss Harper wanted to die, because the gym shorts were much too tight, and showed off her ample bottom most embarrassingly. They were sent to class barefoot as a further deterrent to bad behaviour among their peers. They suffered a great deal of humiliation that day, quite a bit of giggling at their predicament, and a few questions about the current state of their 'sacred' rear ends! Sitting on the hard wooden chairs all day was a torment, the floors were cold on their feet, and the hours just crept by. Still, they would have stopped time altogether if they could have avoided the canings they had been promised in the afternoon! The two friends never lit up again.
The day had been interminable for poor Gracie and Alicia. First, their bare-bottomed spankings over Headmistress Andersen's knee had been broadcast all over school via the intercom, adding exponentially to the humiliation the two 18-year-olds felt at being spanked like little children. Then they'd had to dress in extra-small gym knickers and tops for the rest of the day! Mrs. Andersen kept several of these outfits - designed to fit the average 12-year-old-in her closet for those times she deemed it necessary to make an example of one or more of her students. Just pulling the skin-tight shorts up over their swollen bare bottoms had been a horror for the freshly-spanked girls, and it was a particular trial for Gracie, who was a bit on the chubby side. Once on, it was terribly obvious just how small the shorts were; much of the girls' red, well-spanked bottoms were clearly visible.
The tops were simply small tank tops - which the well-developed girls filled out to the max-and which ended about six inches above their navels. Headmistress Andersen had sent the two miscreants off to class thus attired, and without shoes. Some may think that being allowed to go barefoot in school would be a teenage girl's dream, but not at St. Luke's. At this school, it was a sign to all that the girl had recently been spanked or caned. Even if Mrs. Andersen had not opted for the intercom spanking and the gym kits, everyone would have known that Alicia and Gracie were sporting red bottoms by their conspicuous lack of footwear.
It was a terribly humiliating day for the two friends. They had to endure many mocking statements about their appearance from their classmates, and were deeply embarrassed each time one of their teachers asked if they would prefer to stand during class! The worst part of the day by far, though, was their 7th period English Literature class. The teacher, a Mr. Hasbury, was a recent graduate from University and a real 'hottie' on whom both girls had quite the crush! Seeing the 22-year-old teacher hide a smile behind his hand as they hurried into class caused both girls to go red and fervently wish that the floor would open and swallow them up!
But their awful day was not yet over. They still faced a caning from Headmistress Andersen in her office right after classes. Both girls watched the clock apprehensively. In a matter of minutes, they would have to face the cane!
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