by Lisa Berry
The year is 1957 and Eileen Taylor has married the man of her dreams; John Carter is a housemaster at Manor House School, a mixed boarding school within driving distance of her old home. After a wonderful wedding and honeymoon Eileen and John returned to school two days before the start of middle term.
Eileen collected the last of her belongings from her flat and started to make herself at home in her new surroundings... a set of rooms on the top floor of the main school building. The top floor was occupied by staff accommodation and masters and mistress's studies. Dormitories and senior studies were on the middle floor, and classrooms on the ground floor. At the back of the building was the chapel and gymnasium, and the dining hall which doubled as the school hall for events.
The main building was split into two, with boys occupying one half and girls the other. The school was run by the Headmaster, Mr Pope; his wife was his deputy and head of girls. Teachers were interchangeable between the school for boys and the school for girls. Discipline was strict, staff being allowed to use the cane or slipper.
Eileen was already familiar with the layout of the school having visited it many times in the past to see John; they had spent many happy hours together walking hand in hand in the hills behind the school grounds as well as having picnics together. Now it was time to get down to making a home for herself and her husband. John was honest enough to say that he wasn't much of a housekeeper and the place needed a woman's touch, so Eileen set to and started creating a home.
Two days soon went by and it was time for the pupils to arrive. They travelled in private cars and taxis, and several coaches from the nearest station. Arrival time was between two and four in the afternoon unless special arrangements had been made. Eileen went outside and mingled with staff and pupils to try and work out what was going on; it was a far cry from the first day at the comprehensive school that she had attended. Some pupils, mostly girls, were in tears when saying goodbye to parents. Eileen soon realised what a traumatic time it was for some pupils especially if it was their first day. The housemistresses were kept busy organizing both boys and girls in their respective houses. Normally, Eileen as a housemaster's wife would have become the housemistress, but as John already had a housemistress it was felt unfair to deprive her of the job she enjoyed. Eileen was mightily relieved as she didn't like the idea of being a mother to a load of spotty adolescent boys.
When she wasn't outside she was in the flat doing the chores such as washing and ironing, although now that term had started she was able to send all their washing to the laundry along with the pupils laundry. She soon had her first taste of the discipline regime at the school. She was standing with John when he spotted two third year boys fighting and he ordered them to see him after tea. John had yet to be allocated a study, as up until now his flat had doubled as his study and he'd seen all boys there. Fighting was a caning offence, and this one was no exception.
Eileen and John went to tea in the hall and afterwards made their way up to their flat. The two boys were already there, and as John reached the door he told them to wait.
"What are you going to do with them, John?" asked Eileen after they had entered the living room.
"Cane them of course."
"Isn't that a bit harsh on their first day? It was only a bit of fun."
"Fun or not, it's a school rule and rules must be obeyed," insisted John.
"Yes I can see that, but can't you go a little easy on them?"
"Eileen darling, I can't afford to go easy or they'll see me as a soft touch and then I'm in trouble. I fully realise the circumstances but I have to do it."
"Promise me you're not doing it because you enjoy it?"
"Oh I wouldn't do that. I never punish anybody without good reason, and never to get pleasure from it. That's reserved for you."
"Perhaps later then," said Eileen with a giggle.
"You are a naughty girl," laughed John, giving Eileen's bottom a slap.
"Ooooh John, I think you meant that," she laughed.
"Look, I ought to have those boys in now. Would you mind waiting in the bedroom?"
"No, of course not."
Eileen went into the bedroom, which was through a door off of the living room. However she didn't close the door fully and was able to watch proceedings through the small crack. John went to the door and called in the first boy.
"You know the rules about fighting, don't you?" said John.
"So why do you do it then?"
"It was only a bit of fun, we didn't mean any harm."
"That's as may be, but rules are rules and have to be obeyed; we can't have boys running round ignoring the rules can we?"
"Any reason why I shouldn't cane you then?"
The boy just shook his head.
John went over to the fireplace and took the cane from its place hanging from the mantelshelf. Behind the bedroom door Eileen was getting more and more excited.
"Bend over," ordered John.
The boy bent over and took hold of his ankles. John flipped the boy's blazer over his back and then stood back ready. He flexed the cane and then gave the boy his first stroke.
Eileen saw the boys head jerk back in reaction to the searing pain.
Eileen now began to feel sorry for the boy; John certainly wasn't holding back.
"Now get out," ordered John lowering the cane. "Tell Graves to come in."
The boy stood up; Eileen was unable to see his face but he was crying as he walked stiffly to the door.
Graves came in and stood in front of John.
"What's your excuse, Graves?"
"Don't really have one sir; we were just mucking about, nothing serious."
"At least you're honest, but fighting is fighting and against the rules as you well know."
"Yes sir, sorry. I'll try not to let it happen again."
"I hope you do. Now, bend over."
Like his predecessor, Graves bent over and took hold of his ankles. Eileen watched intently to see how he would take it.
"Now get out," ordered John.
Graves walked awkwardly to the door and went out.
"You can come out now," called John walking over to the bedroom door.
"Mrs Carter, you're a very naughty girl," said John waving the cane at Eileen.
"Why, what have I done?"
"I saw you peeping through the crack in the door."
"Oh," said Eileen, looking very guilty.
"I ought to cane you as well."
"Oh sir, no, I won't do it again," she said, laughing.
"I'll let you off this time but it's a definite smacked bottom before bed tonight."
"I'll look forward to it," replied Eileen with a cheeky look on her face.
John went and hung the cane back in its place and Eileen followed him.
"They seemed like nice boys."
"They're ok really, not very often in trouble."
"Do you normally give four for fighting?" asked Eileen.
"Six, I listened to you and went easy on them."
"Thank you John, although you did whack them hard."
"Same as I always do. Didn't you like it?"
"I liked seeing their bums being caned but not that hard," said Eileen.
"I'm surprised, given all the canings you've given."
"I've never caned anyone that hard."
"I'm sure you'll get used to it."
Eileen wasn't convinced.
John looked at his watch and said, "I'd like to listen to a programme on the wireless if you don't mind."
"No, of course not, I'll read my magazine."
When it was nearly time for bed Eileen went into the kitchen and made them both a drink.
"Time for bed I think," said John, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of what was about to come.
"Thought you'd never mention it," smiled Eileen. "Who's going first?"
"Would you do something for me?" asked John, looking slightly embarrassed.
"You're going to ask me to do something naughty aren't you," said Eileen with a glint in her eye.
"Would you slipper me in my pyjamas?"
"Is that all?" said Eileen in surprise.
"Not quite. Would you do it in your underwear?"
Eileen laughed. "Turns you on, does it?"
"You're dead right it does, all that silk underwear makes you look absolutely ravishing."
"Didn't know my underwear had that effect on you," laughed Eileen.
"You must be joking, it's such a turn on. I can't believe how lucky I am to be married to you."
"So you only married me for my undies then?"
"Yes, course I did."
"You naughty boy, go and get ready for bed."
John went into the bedroom and Eileen went and washed up the cups and then went in as well.
John was putting on his pyjamas and Eileen started to undress. When she was down to her pink silk bra, knickers and suspender belt she went to the wardrobe and took out an old black plimsoll.
"Bend over the end of the bed," she ordered.
John eagerly bent over and waited while Eileen got into position.
"I'm going to give you a dozen hard ones."
It took nine before John was really feeling it.
Eileen replaced the slipper and John got up and rubbed his backside.
"Wow, that was some slippering."
"Well, you have been a naughty boy."
"Give me a minute and it's your turn."
"Can't wait," said an excited Eileen. "How do you want me?"
"Just as you are."
John waited for a few minutes and then took Eileen gently over his lap. John felt Eileen was very precious and since the very first time that he had spanked her he had always been exceedingly gentle. When she was in place he looked down at the silk French knickers lying gently over her bottom and brought his hand down on the target area, making Eileen squeal in delight.
"Oh John, you smack so beautifully, I could stay here all night."
"So could I."
The spanking finally ended and Eileen got up and rubbed her glowing bottom. The spankings were never hard, but were enough to give her a tingling excitement to match her tingling bottom.
They finished getting ready for bed. It was the end of a very eventful first day of term.
Next morning John had to go to a housemaster's meeting and needed to have an early breakfast, so Eileen went down to breakfast in the hall later. There were several teachers at the staff table so she sat at the first available seat. Meals had to be eaten in silence, although not for staff. Prefects patrolled the room to look out for anyone who was talking. Anyone caught talking had to report to their housemistress at five o'clock on Friday.
"Hello, you must be John's new wife," said the teacher next to Eileen.
"Yes, that's right, my name's Eileen."
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Lydia Langridge." Lydia was a single woman about the same age as Eileen.
"Hello Lydia, what do you teach?"
"History, for my sins."
"Bad as that is it?" laughed Eileen.
"It's ok, get fed up with the kids sometimes."
"Yes, I can imagine."
"How are you finding being a housemistress?" enquired Lydia.
"I'm not, John's kept his existing one."
"Really, that's unusual," replied a surprised Lydia.
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