by Jon Thorn
It was a full three weeks before Pippa and I got together again with Charlotte and Lucy. There had been times for just the two of us before that second meeting, but none of those times had the erotic intensity of that poker evening. Instead they had been gentler times. Times when Pippa and I had lain in her bed together making love tenderly and slowly. Twice I had taken her over my knee and warmed her bottom a little, but the slipper and the cane had stayed put away in their respective hiding places.
Their next outing came through a suggestion of Lucy's and a very good suggestion it was too.
It was Lucy who came knocking on my door bearing a package wrapped in brown paper. I could tell she was excited about something and invited her in.
"Pippa, you'll never guess what I've found," she said breathlessly. "I was browsing through one of antique shops in the city and I found it. I just had to have it - it's in perfect condition, hardly used. We could really have some fun with it."
I was intrigued.
"Show me what you've got, Lucy," I said.
She unwrapped the brown paper then laid the object on the table in front of me. It was a leather strap, split into two equal tongues. I picked it up, it was surprisingly rigid and heavy. I examined it more closely, the word Lochgelly was embossed into the handle. I had heard of this.
"You know what this is, don't you?" I asked Lucy.
"It's a strap," she answered.
"It is, but it's not just any old strap; this is a genuine Lochgelly tawse. It has a fairly fierce reputation."
I saw the colour come into Lucy's cheeks. "Gosh - it was a better find than I imagined," she said. "Do you think we might try it out?"
"What now?"
She giggled. "No. Not now. I wondered if you and Tom might like another afternoon or evening together with Charlotte and me. I've had a rather wonderful idea."
"Go on..." I encouraged.
"Well... I keep thinking about our Poker evening and you know the most exciting bits were when Tom was being really strict and stern."
I knew what she meant, those were the exciting bits for me too!
"So I was wondering whether we might let Tom play that role. It wasn't that long ago that we were all at school. It would be jolly exciting to be schoolgirls with Tom as our very strict headmaster."
I grinned, remembering the schoolroom Tom and I had improvised in the attic at Hambleton.
"We could dress up in school uniform, and sit at desks and everything. I've already seen some brilliant old school desks in one of the junk shops and a teacher's gown shouldn't be too hard to find in Oxford!"
I was taken up in her enthusiasm. "Lucy you're brilliant," I said. "That sounds like a really top notch idea. Perhaps we could find a blackboard as well?"
"And how about buying some school uniforms, so that we all looked the same?"
I remembered suddenly my own rather small allowance that was supposed to last me all term.
"Won't it all be rather expensive?" I asked.
Lucy laughed "Don't worry about that, Charlotte and I have got bags of money. We could get it all bought and set up and surprise Tom with it!"
"Let's do it!" I said.
It was fun going around the junk shops looking for things for our classroom. In the end we managed to find three matching desks, the proper school kind with lifting lids. We bought three wooden chairs to go with the desks and another table to act as teacher's desk. Our best find was a school blackboard. Not very large and mounted on an easel but perfect for our purposes. You might think that eyebrows would be raised when all this furniture was delivered to college, but Oxford students are notoriously eccentric and not a comment was made.
On the morning before the furniture was delivered Charlotte, Lucy and myself made a visit to "Fullerton & Keach - School Outfitters." It was hard to suppress our giggles but we managed to choose what we wanted. We each bought a yellow blouse, a blue and gold striped tie, a pleated navy blue skirt and a matching blazer.
"Socks or stockings?" Charlotte asked.
"Socks," Lucy said immediately. "We wore stockings last time." So white knee length socks it was.
The outfits were completed with straw boaters sporting ribbons that matched our school ties. Heavens knows what the assistant in the shop thought, but we couldn't care, we were having fun and getting ready for a very exciting afternoon.
Back at college we prepared the rooms. My rooms were to be the classroom. We placed the teacher's desk at the front, the blackboard beside it and the pupil's desks facing it. The slipper was placed inside the drawer of the teacher's desk, a Mason Pearson hairbrush beside it and the tawse hung from a convenient nail that was stuck in the top left-hand corner of the blackboard.
Charlotte and Lucy had had the brainwave of using their room too and now fastened to the door was a very smart sign which read "Headmaster." Inside they had arranged a desk and chair for him and we placed his gown over the back of the chair. The cane we laid across the middle of the desk.
We were almost ready. We had told Tom to be there at exactly two o'clock. Downstairs on the floor just inside the entrance we had left him an envelope, with his name on the front. At two minutes to two we took our seats in the classroom and waited for the clock hand to tick around to the hour. The excitement in the room was almost palpable.
It had been a very enigmatic invitation from Pippa: "Be at my rooms at exactly two o'clock and come smartly dressed." I guessed she had cooked something up with the twins but didn't know what. Nevertheless I did as she asked and dressed in my best suit, turned up at exactly two in the afternoon.
The door at the bottom of the staircase was closed but on trying the latch I found that it was unlocked. I pushed it open and almost trod on the envelope that was lying on the floor. It had my name on the front, so I had no hesitation in ripping it open. I read:
Dear Tom,
First things first - please lock the door before you read anything else!
I smiled to myself then turned the key in the lock behind me.
We have prepared a little surprise for you this afternoon. It will become clear what is expected of you very soon - we hope you enjoy 'let's pretend'! Go to Charlotte and Lucy's room first and then to Pippa's room. We'll be waiting for you there.
Lots of love
Pippa, Charlotte, Lucy
This was getting very interesting indeed! I climbed the stairs to the twins' room. I grinned when I saw the new notice smartly attached to their door. It didn't take the brains of a genius to work out what they had in mind. I went into the room, noticing how the desk and chair had been set out. I saw too that the cane had been laid out ready for use. I decided I would take it with me as a symbol of my authority, but if I used it would bring the girl back in here, severe punishments should really take place in the headmaster's study!
The academic gown had been left neatly folded over the back of the chair. I slipped it over my shoulders and let it hang down to its full length. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, with my dark suit and black gown I now really looked the part.
I paused for a moment to think about how I would play this. I knew the three of them would be in Pippa's room - but what would be the reason for them being there? It took a minute or two to come up with an idea, but then I had it - yes, that would work very nicely indeed.
I left the twins room' and walked across the landing to Pippa's set.
The door was closed but I didn't bother to knock. As I opened the door, the three girls scrambled to their feet. I was so surprised by the way the room was looking I stood stock still in the doorway. Pippa's living room was now arrayed as a schoolroom. There was a teacher's desk at the front and a blackboard beside it. The girls were dressed in school uniform, complete with straw boaters and stood in front of proper school desks. It was only when I walked towards the front that I noticed the thing hanging from the blackboard - a tawse, a proper Scottish tawse... oh we were going to have some fun!
I heard the door open and immediately stood up. Charlotte and Lucy quickly followed suit. I could sense Tom standing in the doorway and desperately had to resist the urge to turn and flash him a smile. He made his way to the front, looking remarkably taller and older in the headmaster's gown - that had been a good buy! He was carrying a cane in his hand and he hooked it from the top of the blackboard.
He turned to face us and I heard Lucy giggle nervously. Tom glowered.
"You girl," he said pointing at Lucy. "Come here. You two sit down."
Charlotte and I took our seats whilst Lucy pushed back her chair and walked out to stand in front of Tom.
"What's your name girl?" he asked coldly.
"Lucy Greenwood."
"Well Lucy Greenwood, I think you need a little instruction. Being in punishment detention is no laughing matter and when you address me you address me as Sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir, very clear sir," Lucy said, but I detected laughter bubbling just below the surface and it was obviously written clearly on her face as well.
Tom exploded with anger. "How dare you smirk at me young lady! I'll wipe the smile off your face this instant."
He spun her round and gave her a volley of smacks on the seat of her skirt. She squealed and tried to stop him, taken by surprise more than anything. But he wasn't putting up with resistance of any kind. He pulled his chair away from the desk and sat down upon it, pulling Lucy towards him by her wrist. In a second she was face down over his lap and her skirt was being pulled up. Now he spanked her properly over her knickers. Lucy struggled and kicked but he had a firm grip on her and gave her a good twenty smacks before he released. She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down trying to recapture some of her dignity. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and waited for him to speak.
"Go and sit down Miss Greenwood and don't let me catch you being cheeky again."
"Yes sir."
Lucy made her way back to her seat, giving Charlotte and me a grin and a wink whilst she still had her back to Tom.
Tom stood up. "Right ladies. You know why you are here. One, or more than one of you is responsible for the act of wanton vandalism that took place this morning. One of you thought it was funny to slash all the tyres of my motor car. Besides that causing me enormous inconvenience and expense it is an act of criminal damage that I will not tolerate. Let me assure you girls that you will not be leaving this detention room until I find out who the culprit is. This afternoon will not be a pleasant experience for any of you if you persist in keeping silent, but that unpleasantness can be avoided if the culprit is prepared to admit her offence right now."
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