Back To School 
By TamedSavage
The Headmistress Rules Supreme.


A Femdom story based on actual events and experiences that transpired during
the course of my school years and later as a detective working for the drug
squad. If you are easily offended develop a sense of perspective then get a
life.

Background.

After leaving school I deceided to embark on a career as a detective. I
managed to become a detective sargeant but was transferred to the drugs squad
instead of homicide as I had wanted. My captain however promised that if I
undertook a tricky undercover assignment and succeeded then she would sign my
transfer and enable me to pursue my dream of being a homicide detective.

My assignment was to go undercover as a senior at high school in order to
infiltrate a drug ring and find out who the top man was. All previous attempts
had so far failed to produce any real leads. I was 25 years old at the time
but since looked like a 17 year old kid I was ideally suited for the job. As
one of our operatives had been murdered by the gang so for security reasons
only the headteacher of the school Mr. Denton would know that I was a nark.

After only three weeks of the operation Mr. Denton announced that the school
was to be closed as part of a rationalization process. Being a fairly small
town in a relatively isolated county the pupils were to be sent to other local
schools in the surrounding area that had spare capacity. Then Mr. Denton read
out the schools to which we had been allocated. All the senior boys, myself
included, would have to complete our final year at an exclusive private all
girls school. I informed my captain who said that I should continue with the
assignment as some of the suspects were amongst the 132 senior boys. She also
told me that since I would be at boarding school I should keep communication
to a minimum and only contact her in the event of either an emergency and or
if I obtained factual information on the mysterious ring leader.

The New School

It was a cold February morning when we boarded the train with our luggage
bound for a plush previously all girls school set in the countryside about 14
miles from town. The school policy was that all pupils had to be boarders and
were only allowed home once a term. Furthermore we were to travel by train to
a stop near the school and from there by bus to the school grounds so as to
minimize disruption to the existing scholars. I was trying to act cool and win
the confidence of a group of boys that I thought were the petty pushers of the
drug ring. So once the train was underway I nonchantly reached into my sports
bag and took out a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. By the time the train
pulled up at the small station we had already finished a second bottle.

Then we half fell off the train and onto the platform laughing loudly. Most of
the boys were fantasising about the adventure that awaited us. The girls were
aged 16 to 18 and while most of the boys were aged between 17 to 19 with a few
20 year olds who were hanging in for the sport. Before we had a chance to
continue our rap about the delights of being at school with about 420 babes an
icy penetrating voice cut us dead in mid sentence.

"Quiet, line up in two with your luggage and let's have no futher talking."
Almost immediately the entire party of boys moved to comply with the stern
commanding voice that had so completely captured their attention. Within a
minute we were standing in silence before a tall slim woman with raven black
curly hair and very piercing green eyes that seemed to mesmerise you with the
power of their intensity. "My name is Ms.Walden I am the vice headmistress of
the School. I do not repeat myself so listen careful for your name and bus
number, then proceed in an orderly fashion to the bus in question. Place your
luggage in the side compartment of the bus, thereafter find a seat." she
continued as we waited spell bound. Fifteen minutes later we were seated on
the appropriate bus on our way to boarding school. A strange silence slowly
gave way to hushed chatter. The mood had changed to one of uncertainty and
trepidation. Only our group of 8 bolstered by drink contined talking and
laughing. But then only because the bus driver was a part timer from our town
who didn't really give a fuck about school procedures or codes of conduct.

After a drive of about 5 minutes we entered the School grounds. The School
itself was a large spacious imposing building with several other buildings
surrounding it. The sports fields were green and lush. The entire property was
surrounded on all sides by woods. By the time we arrived the effects of
drinking the Jack Daniels so quickly had taken their toll. I inhaled deeply
and gathered my wits. Another teacher climbed on the bus as Jim the laid back
driver opened the doors. "Silence" she snapped and all chatter came to an
abrupt end apart from the booming laughter of Donald Cooper one of the 20 year
old sports veterans. Without another word she strode purposefully over and
grabbed him by the ear. "Do you have a hearing problem?" she asked
sarcastically as she leavered him out of his seat into a semi standing
position. "No Miss" he replied wincing. Having done police training I was
impressed by the take charge attitude that the teachers had adopted so far. It
was almost comical to see a hulking 6" 4" 240 pound young man in a crouching
position before a pleasantly plump woman of about 5" 5" with mousey thin light
brown hair. She released her hold on his ear and he stood up straight,
towering over her.

"Sit" she said sharply. He sat. Then she took a pen and black notebook out of
her jacket pocket. "Name". "Uur." he hesitantly began before she cut him
short. "Speak up boy. Don't you known your own name?" "Sorry Miss, it's Donald
Cooper" he said in a rather timid voice. "Right..Today is Sunday you will
report to the Headmistress' office after assembly on Monday morning. My name
is Ms. Hinzer I am the senior languages teacher. Now I want the rest of you to
file off the bus starting with the back row." she said in a decisive tone as
she replaced the pen and notebook in her pocket. "Once you have your luggage
line up in twos and await my further instructions." We duly complied in an
eerie unusual silence.

"Follow me and remember to remain quiet." We walked along into a large
quadrangle. The other two groups of boys from our school were already there
waiting in silence. Each group of 44 boys had a teacher assigned to them. The
vice headmistress Ms. Walden stood on a slightly elevated platform before us.
Once we had settled she began. "As you already know my name is Ms. Walden.
Unfortunately the headmistress Ms. Hampshire is away and cannot welcome you
herself. This is a school of excellence that has an outstanding academic as
well as sporting record. Obey the instructions given and you will benefit
greatly in all areas of your personal development without unnecessary trial.
However I give you fair warning that we are both prepared and equiped to deal
with disobedient unruly disruptive behavior." She delivered the last sentence
with a powerful and dominant tone that brooked no dissent.

I only vaguely listened to the rest of her speech as I had began to speculate
on how I should further my investigation. "Now follow your mentor teachers to
your accomodation and they will assign you to a dormitory. Ms. Hinzer, Ms.
Joyce and Ms. Harold you may proceed." I watched the tall imposing figure of
Ms. Walden disappear into the school building. We waited in silence for Ms.
Hinzer as she walked over towards us. Then we follwed her to our assigned
accomodation blocks which were seperated from the girls accomodation by the
width of two multi purpose sports fields. Ms Hinzer read out our names and the
number of the dormitory to which we had been allocated. Fortunately I was in
the same dormitory as 4 of the group of 8 boys that I had been assigned to
investigate. The accomodation was spartan but spotlessly clean & spacious.
Donald Cooper had also been allocated to our dormitory.

Ms. Hinzer told us to unpack our luggage into the built-in wardrobes provided
and to change into casual wear before the lunch siren sounded in about half an
hour. The dining hall was attached to the girls accomodation and we were to
line up outside the door. After lunch we were told that at 15h30 we would be
participating in sport and as such should dress in shorts, trainers & vests or
t-shirts. We were not told the nature of the sport only that it would be the
girls against the boys in friendly matches. Most of the boys were excited by
the prospect of meeting the girls as we had thus far not even seen them.

Ms. Hinzer fetched us and at 15h20 we entered the sports hall. The limsome
nubile young women were also clad in shorts and t-shirts. They didnt really
pay us much attention just casually looked us up and down in an almost
clinical fashion. A teacher of about mid thirties with chestnut brown curly
hair called out "All the boys report to me on the other side of the hall."
Once there she introduced herself as the sports co-ordinator Ms. Janice. Then
she proceeded to read out the names of all the boys who had been in either the
boxing, martial arts or wrestling teams at our old high school. Joe Lambert a
well muscled strapping young man of about 6" 2" and about 225 pounds raised
his hand. "You have a question?" she asked. "Did we misshear what was said at
lunch about competing against the girls." he asked in a puzzled tone. "No.
That's correct you will compete against the girls in one on one matches. It
will be your selected champions against the girls champions." she replied.
"Hell I don't want to hurt the girls even the biggest would be at least 50
pounds lighter than me." said Joe. Ms. Janice smiled "I think I can guarantee
that you won't hurt your opponent. Perhaps you are afraid of losing to a girl
in front of your friends and peers." "I ain't afraid of anyone I havn't been
beat in 8 years of boxing" he said with a sneer of contempt. "Good. Hopefully
no one else is afraid. If you are step forward now." No one moved. "The rest
of you will cheer your champions on."

The stage was set, we waited as Joe Lambert entered the ring, a meanacing
figure of power and aggression. Then from one of the changing rooms a hooded
figure ran gracefully towards the ring and slipped effortlessly through the
ropes. She about 5" 8" tall but with the robe and hood on that's all we could
see of her initially. Ms. Janice was the referee. She introduced Joe first
then the hooded mystery girl. "...and in the red corner your school champion
weighing in at an even 160 pounds Margret Davies." With that Margret let both
robe and hood slip off. She was well toned and looked both strong and very
confident. Her red wavy hair was pulled back and tied in a pony tail. Her
physical beauty and sheer presence were breath taking. Joe looked perplexed.
She smiled at him and as I was sitting in the front row next to the ring I
clearly heard her say "You best concentrate on the task at hand or you won't
see the first minute through." Joe scowled and glared down at her. "You had
better have medical insurance" he quiped.

Round one. Joe stormed out of his corner intent on finishing his much slighter
opponent off inside of ten seconds. He threw a flurry of vicious punches in
quick succession but failed to land a single blow. Margret bobbed, weaved and
danced out of harms way. Joe launched attack after attack but all to no avail
as his elusive opponent was far too fleet of foot. Then he overstepped and
lost his balance slightly, in a flash Margret moved in and caught him with a
double left jab to the face, a right hook to the ribs and a left upper cut to
the chin that wobbled his legs. Joe clinched looking supprised and slightly
bewildered. "I could have knocked you out then but then I wouldn't have had
the pleasure of pummeling you to a hapless pulp over three rounds." said
Margret so that only those closest to the ring could hear. Joe mumbled "fuck
you" under his breath something he would later regret. Then continued chasing
his opponent around the ring hoping to land just one solid punch and stop the
annoying girl before him. Margret by contrast was composed and calmly
countered as the opportunity arose. The round ended with Joe almost falling
through the ropes as he tried in vain to take Margret's head off with a
looping right hook.

Round Two. Again Joe was off his stool and on the attack as the bell sounded.
This time Margret stood her ground the danced to the side at the last moment
as Joe flayed harmlessly in the air. Then she shot out 4 lightning quick left
jabs that knock Joe's head back and forth like a speed ball. Then she danced
away again and let Joe chase her. As soon as he was off balance she unleased
another series of left jabs that landed with pin point accuracy on his left
eye. Before long his eye was looking puffy and swollen. Joe was was starting
to unravel from the relentless presure of not being able to land a solid punch
and the stinging punishment that he was having to absorb. He held his guard
higher only to receive a 7 punch combination to the mid-rib area, one of which
turned his legs to rubber. Margret purposely clinched after completing the
combination, her mouth near to Joe's ear. "First I am going to close your left
eye completely then I am going to do the same to the right before putting down
on your on hands and knees" she taunted. Joe's bravado had disappeared. He
looked as if he believed every word she had said because as from that moment
he defended as best he could and only attempted half-hearted counter attacks.
When the round finished Joe's left eye was a mere slit the right was almost
closed. He sank down heavily on his stool looking exhausted, as if he was
tottering on the brink of accepting his inevitable but pending defeat.

Round Three. Ms. Janice asks Joe if he wishes to continue or accept that
Margret has won by a TKO. Joe shakes his head he has never know the meaning of
defeat, the last vestige of his macho pride forces him on to the painful
conclusion. No sooner have they touched gloves than Margret begins her
relentless attack on the virtual human punch bag before her. She drives Joe to
the ropes and delivers a combination of 20 to 30 punches from all angles to
both the face and body. Then she steps back and watches Joe slump to his hands
and knees before her. The girls are going wild with excitement most of the
boys are shell shocked at the sight before them. Ms. Janice begins the count
and Joe struggles to his feet by 7. "Are you all right young man. Do you want
to retire?" she asks. Joe just shakes his head and ambles forward. Margret is
all over him raining punches on her hapless opponent until he again slumps to
his hands and knees. She stands over him then stoops down slightly and I hear
her say "Stay down on your hands and knees and be counted out, if you get up I
am going to knock you out cold." a knowing smile playing on her voluptuous
lips. Joe's up by 8, the once handsome features of his face now puffy and
distorted almost beyond recognition. Margret jabs him almost gently with her
left then a blinding flash of movement and her right cross explodes on his
exposed jaw. Joe spins round from the power of the blow and crashes face first
into the canvas. Margret raises her arms in victory and receives the acclaim
and accolades of her peers and teachers.

Most of the boys myself included are spell bound at what we have just
witnessed. Joe is revived and sent to the medical room for attention. His
physical injuries will heal in about a month or so but his fighting spirit has
been broken. Next match is wrestling, Dave Langer a hulking 6" 5" and 265
pounds of brawn against Janet Marsh a 6" 180 pound athletic young woman with
pleated long light brown hair. Dave is obviously wary after having watched the
boxing and Janet takes full advantage of his hesitancy. In the first minute of
the first round she lands with a flying double drop kick to the face of her
giant opponent. She follows up by rolling the stunned young man onto his
chest, squats over him and grabs both his legs. Then leans back into a perfect
boston crab so that Dave's body almost forms the letter "C". Not only is this
painfully but it's hard to breath and quickly saps the victim's energy. Dave
struggles valliantly but cannot free himself. Then Janet almost nonchantly
kneels on the back his thick muscular bull like neck to apply presure to the
nerve center there. The effect is devastating and drains Dave of his will to
fight. Suddenly she leavers him onto his back and takes his legs up towards
his head so that his knees and on either side of his face. Then is
contemptiously sits on the back of his legs with her gloriously shapely butt
mere inches from his large nose. "Enjoy the view it's the only time you will
ever get so close" she says in a hushed tone. Ms. Janice commences the count
and Janet wins the fall. Then Ms. Janice awards Janet the match as Dave says
his neck is injured and he cannot continue. The girls are cheering their
champion the boys are looking even more shocked.

Finally we come to the martial arts match but our champion Chris Richards says
he is nursing a ham-string injury and so cannot compete. Instead he says that
I should take his place as I am the better martial artist in any event. I
swallow hard I was not prepared for this and the previous two matches have
knocked my cocksure confidence in the superiority of the male in combat. But
of course I can't just concede defeat, after all I was 25 years old and my
opponent just 17. So I semi reluctantly agreed and begin warming up. Then Ms.
Janice calls us to the ring and introduces us. "For the boys weighing in at
196 pounds standing 5" 11" Liam O'Brien...and in the red corner for the girls
at 5" 10" weighing 157 pounds Cathy Bell. Cathy was tall slim graceful and
very sexy. She had medium to dark brown hair and eyes to match. "Do you wish
to don a head guard, chest and shin pads" Ms. Janice asks me. Cathy smiled as
she had none. "No thanks" I managed to say in a voice so quiet that it
supprised me. "I think at least the head guard would be wise" said Cathy as
she took stock of me. "Thanks perhaps it would be prudent I am a bit rusty." I
said and again swollowed hard even though my mouth was dry. Ms. Janice put it
on for me.

The bell sounded and I found myself on my knees face down on the floor trying
desperately to recover the air that had been so forcefully ejected by her
incredibly precise kick to my solar plexus. I wheezed and saw little black
blobs appearing and disappearing before my eyes. In almost slow motion I heard
Ms. Janice begin the count. Part of me just wanted to roll onto my back and
accept defeat there and then. But another demanded that I at least give an
account of myself. I got up at 9 feeling as if my energy had been drained from
my body. I moved towards Cathy trying not to show any sign of weakness then my
head was almost decapitated from my shoulders as her shin smashed into it with
so much force that it lifted me off my feet. Were it not for the head guard I
would have been concussed and hospitalised for weeks. I tried to climb up the
ropes as I heard Ms. Janice begin the count. Cathy giggled softly and said "I
told you the head guard would be wise." I just beat the count and launched a
final desperate attack in the vain hope of at least seeing the round out.
Cathy brushed my feeble attack aside with disdainful ease grabbed my hair and
helped my head down into her up coming knee. I was told that she landed three
blows then let me fall face first at her dainty bare feet with their
delicately red painted toe nails. The first blow knocked me cold.

Ms. Hinzer took us back to our accomodation and we got ready for next day as
best we could. We were allowed to eat supper together with the girls that
Sunday evening. Cathy winked at me and said "That's just the start of your
education here." I was in no mood to reply and chose to ignore her taunt or
maybe it was a warning. Before lights out at 21h30 Ms. Hinzer told us not be
forget that inspection was at 07h00 sharp. I was puzzled by this as I had not
listened to the whole of Ms. Walden's "welcome" speech. Donald filled me in as
did James and Kirian. The next morning the siren sounded at 06h00 for rising
and we dragged ourselves out of bed. I was sore and felt as if I had been
drinking heavily the night before. At 0700 the inspection siren sounded and we
waited at our beds in full school uniform.

In walked Cathy Bell looking fresh and beautiful in her rather elegant stylish
school uniform. She wore a prefect's badge on her Blazer. "Morning boys. I
will be your inspection monitor this week. Just tow the line and everything
will run smoothly. Step out of line and you'll find I can be quite unpleasant.
She looked at our wardrobes and at our dress then at our hair. "Your wardrobes
are untidy, your dress in okay, and all of you need hair cuts with the
exception of Cooper who needs to grow his a little. Did you receive a copy of
the regulations?" she asked looking at me. "Yes I did" I replied. " Did you
bother reading them?" she asked. "Yes" I lied. "Not very well" she added.
"Uuurr no I guess not." I said feeling apprehensive. "All of you apart from
Cooper will report to my study, room 47 on the third floor of the west wing of
the main school block at 16h00. Don't be late I detest anyone wasting my
valuable time. Now get to breakfast....and Cooper don't forget you have a date
at the headmistress' office after assembly."

After breakfast we walked over to school and filed into the assembly hall with
the girls on the other side of the hall. Finally when all the other teachers
had entered and stood up on the stage before us the headmistress Ms. Hampshire
walked in. She was a statuesque woman with metal grey hair wore in a tight bun
on the top of her head. She was dressed immaculately and had beautiful
chiseled features with cold light blue eyes accentuated by the the glasses
wore on the tip of her rather sharp nose. Her voice carried such power and
authority that I found myself hanging on every word. She absolutely exuded
composure, presence and dominance. I knew that it would ill advised to fall
foul of her. After assembly I had a bit of a headache so I asked Ms.Harold's
permission to report to the nurse. While waiting for the nurse I noticed that
I had a clear view of the headmistress' office a floor below. I could see
Cooper and Lambert in the office with Ms. Hinzer and Ms Walden. The window was
closed so I could not hear exactly what was being said but could very clearly
see what was happening.

Both Cooper and Lambert were made to bend over what looked like two old desks
that had been pushed together. Each had their pants pulled down round their
knees so that their bare butts were helplessly exposed. Then in unison Ms.
Hinzer beat Cooper with a blue wooden paddle while the formidable Ms. Walden
beat Lambert with a red plastic paddle. I later learned that the red paddle
was used for more serious breaches of conduct while the blue was used for
minor offences. Repeat offenders got a thrashing with a cane. Even though I
could not hear them talking earlier I distinctly heard both boys cry out as
the respective paddles bit deeply into their tender flesh. Each school
mistress paused and seemed to admire their handiwork between every spank.
After 3 whacks each both boys were wailing uninhibitedly. After three more
spanks both were sobbing like babies. Then Cooper was excused and left the
office in double quick time like he was afraid that he would be called back
for more. Ms. Walden handed the red paddle to the awesome headmistress before
she and Ms. Hinzer left the office. Ms. Hampshire stood behind the sobbing
figure of ex macho boxer Lambert I could see his buttocks turning various
shades of red, blue and black. Then Ms. Hampshire gently touched his bare butt
with the plastic paddle, Lambert whimpered and his whole body trembled.

The headmistress raised her arm high and it decended in a blurring arc. The red
paddle bit deeply into the helpless tortured flesh. Lambert's whole body shot
upright into a standing position as he wailed from the impact. Above his
wailing I heard Ms. Hampshire bark a single command "Down" and almost as
quickly as he had shot up he swiftly resumed his submissive position. She
waited at least a full minute before raising her arm once more. Lambert's cry
must have echoed through the entire school and brought terror to any would be
offender. His body jerked but he remained bent. Ms. Hampshire disappeared from
view briefly then returned with a rubber beach flop in one hand. She made
Lambert bite down on it so that his muffled cries would not disturb the rest
of the school. Then with measured deliberation she raised her arm once again I
shuddered as it descended with quite incredible swiftness. Lambert's body
convulsed as if he had received an electric shock. But the sheer terror of
what would occur if he didn't remain submissively bent until this awesome
woman had finished his punishment kept him in place. Again she paused for a
minute before her arm came up then rapidly fell to deliver her fourth spank.
Lambert's body twitched and moved almost uncontrolably. Seconds ticked by
slowly then that incredible woman raised her arm again and delivered the
penultimate spank. Lambert writhed in pain. Then Ms. Hampshire gathered
herself for the final spank and down flashed her powerful arm. Lambert's body
convulsed for a full 3 seconds before it ceased moving. He looked as if he was
about to stand when I heard Ms. Hampshire command "Stay until I tell you to
move or you'll get another spank." Lambert froze in place and remained there
for a full five minutes before I heard Ms. Hampshire say "You'll dismissed."
With agonising slowness Lambert pulled his trousers up then placed her beach
flop on the desk in front of him before waddling through the door to class.

I had been so transfixed by the amazing scene of complete dominance and
submission that I hadn't noticed the nurse standing behind me. "Yes. She is a
formidable daunting and majestic woman. Few need a second visit to her office
for the same offence." she said to me as if reading my thoughts. "I am Ms.
Brash the school nurse, what can I do for you?" "I need something for a fierce
headache." I said. After giving me a few painkillers I joined my class and met
some of the other schoolmistresses. Fortunately the rest of the day went quite
smoothly.

At 16h00 I made my way to Cathy bell's study only to find that all the boys of
our accomodation block apart from Cooper were lined up outside. Cathy stood in
the corridor holding what looked like a plastic wig. "This is the maximum
length your hair is supposed to be." Then she took a pair of scissors and cut
a good 2 1/2" off all round the model. "That's how short it's going to be
after I have cut it." she declared confidently. Almost all of us let out a
groan. "That gross insubordination has just earned you each 6 whacks with my
paddle" she said sternly and we immediately fell into silence. The prefects
were empowered to administer paddlings to the boys for minor infringements. As
such they had green paddles that were a lot lighter and less painful than
those used by the school mistresses.

Each of us in turn went into her study had his hair cut and got 6 painful
spanks in rapid sucession. The haircut and the spanking only took about a
minute a boy. I was last in line. "Sit on the chair O'Brien." I obediently
sat. Then Cathy placed the plastic model "hair" on my head and within 20
seconds had shaved any hair outside of it off with a pair of electric hair
clippers. "Up and bend over my desk with you pants pulled to your knees." she
commanded. I meekly complied. She landed all 6 spanks in the space of 10
seconds. I yelled aloud as my buttocks burned like fire and tears streamed
from my eyes. "You shouldn't have moved until I dismissed you. Now bend
again." She gave me another harder second rapid spanking with her green
paddle. I wept like a three year old who had lost his mother in town but
remained bending. "You're dismissed boy. Now get out of my sight." she said in
a imperious tone. I fleed as quick as I could.

On returning to our accomodation block we were all looking forlornly at our
humiliatingly silly hair cuts and trying to access the damage to our butts.
But next to Cooper and Lambert we were relatively untouched. Especially since
Lambert had also had his hair cut and his butt paddle by Cathy. The nurse had
given them both an ointment to apply to reduce pain and swelling as well as
assist the healing process. The next day the other two groups of boys as well
as the girls laughed at our hair cuts. But by Wednesday all the boys had been
given the same treatment by their prefect monitor.

On Friday evening after weekend lights out at 22h30 I sneaked out of the
grounds and met James Callan one of my fellow at a pre-arranged point outside
of the school property in the surrounding woods. He brought me a case of 48
beers and I told him that so far I had learned little except the names of the
boys I suspected of being involved in the drug ring. I left the beers under a
bush and when to call my 'new buddies'. They were pleased by the unexpected
late nite entertainment. Infact Johnny was interested in getting some 'stuff'
into the school for recreation purposes. This was the kind of break I had been
waiting for but I played it cool for the rest of the evening so as not to
create suspicion. We had moved futher into the woods so that the sounds of us
talking would not be heard by anyone at the school. What we didn't know was
that Ms. Hampshire lived near the school and very near the spot we had picked
for our little social.

Suddenly and without ant warning sounds we all semmed to become aware of a
tall figure standing in the shadows. "Who the fuck.." said Tim but never
finished as she moved into view and he recognised her. We simply froze in
place rooted to the spot. Unfortunately Nick Rainer and Gary Stevens had been
paddled in the headmistress' office for the minor offence of tardiness only
this morning by their class school mistress Ms. Pletts. "Stand up and get in
line" her voice cut the silence of the nite like the crack of a whip. In a
heartbeat we were lined up trying to keep ourselves from swaying. "Now we are
going to walk back to the school premises and bring those beers Stevens" she
barked authoritatively.

We marched back to her office in absolute silence. My mouth was dry and a
feeling of dread filled my body even though my mind was blank. She took our
names down and made Stevens empty the remaining few beers into her wash basin.
The 8 of us stood before her, she peered at us through the spectacles perched
on the end of her sharp nose, her cold light blue eyes had an almost hypnotic
quality. She had quite obviously dressed in a rush so as to catch whoever was
making the noise near her house unaware. She had a pair of rather tight jeans
on and a black sweater which revealed that dispite being in her mid fifties a
very curvy figure with a butt that many teenagers would die for. Infact her
face was smooth and virtually unwrinkled even without make-up. Only the gun
metal grey hair hinted that she may be an 'older woman'. She stared directly
into my eyes seeming to read my mind. I looked away unable to meet her
indomitable gaze. "How did you manage to get the beers?" she asked still
looking in my direction. The other boys remained silent shifting uncomfortably
under the scrutiny of her powerful gaze. "I..." but remaining the words just
never came out as my throat tightened. "Yes. Speak up O'Brien." her voice
sounded like the crack of a whip. "It was me I hid them in the woods before we
arrived last Sunday." I said quietly hoping that she would accept my
confession at face value. She stared hard at me through her pale blue eyes.
"Your admission is very commendable O'Brien you just saved your fellow
delinquents from getting extra chastisement. Quite naturally this will not
save you from the full punishment that you richly deserve for such a serious
breach of conduct. You could well have come to harm and or damaged the
'School's' excellent reputation. I want all of you lined up outside my office
at 07h00 sharp. I am sure that anyone not on time will know what to expect.
Now get back to your beds immediately."

At 06h40 on Saturday morning all 8 of us were lined up along the wall outside
the headmistress' office. We all looked pale from lack of sleep, the nite
before's drinking but mainly from sheer terror. Nobody seemed much like
talking. At precisely 06h55 we heard the large front door opening followed by
the sound of someone walking in high heels on the old wooden floor. A shudder
passed through the entire group. Then Ms. Hampshire rounded the corner looking
fresh and bounding with energy. She was formal atired and looked as elegant
and composed as an international supermodel on an easy shoot. "Good morning
boys." "Good morning madam." we replied in shaky voices. Then she unlocked the
door of her office and went in.

She reappeared in a short while. "I want all of you to come into my office
then go through into the adjacent convenience room. There you will remove your
pants and undergarments and place then on the bench. Once your punishment is
completed & I have dismissed you, you will return to the convenience room
dress and leave by the side door that leads directly into the corridor. From
there you will report to the nurse Brash who will give you some liniment for
later use." I was sure that you could heard our hearts pounding faster and
harder as she clinically mentioned the liniment. "I am going to prepare
myself, when I am ready I will call for you. When I do, I want all of you,
with the exception of you O'Brien, to enter my office and then bend over the
two desks placed side by side that are directly opposite the convenience room
door. Anyone who doesn't remain bent until they are dismissed will receive a
further paddling. Is that clear?" We all nodded. "You may now go through to
the convenience room and get yourselves."

Once we were in the room Ms. Hampshire closed the door behind us. We quickly
stripped our pants and boxer shorts off to ensure that we were ready when she
called. Then stood waiting with mixed feelings of embarrassment, dread and
amazingly excitement. For all of us were showing signs of various degrees of
sexual arousal. "Enter and bend." Ms. Hampshire's commanding voice boomed out.
Johnny, Tim, Nick, Gary and the others opened the door and quickly crossed the
room to the adjoining desks where they bent trembling. The convenience room
door remained open and Ms. Hampshire neither told me to close it nor did so
herself. Instead she walked in measured step and stood behind Johnny the
plastic red spanking paddle in her left hand. With casual indifference she
positioned herself then raised her arm. It descended with blinding speed and I
noticed that she used a hip movement to give the spank extra power. The result
was almost catastrophe. Johnny screamed and began to blubber but gripped the
edge of the desk and held himself in the bent position. The stunning Ms.
Hampshire took a slow side step and positioned herself behind Connor. Then she
repeated the ritual with the same result from the boy on the receiving end. By
the time she was standing behind Johnny again all 7 of the boys were
whimpering and wailing. Again and again the red spank paddle bit into
quivering, helpless, swelling and ever reddening flesh of those unresisting
boys. After she had given each boy 12 hard swats she walked over to her desk &
sat down. The only sound that could be heard was the broken sobbing of my 7
'friends' who had wisely stayed bent.

I thought she had finished which puzzled me as Lambert had received 6 spanks
from Ms. Walden and 6 from Ms. Hampshire for using the word fuck during his
mismatch. The minutes ticked by, I looked up at the clock on the wall, a full
10 minutes had passed. The 7 boys were still submissively bent and blubbering.
After a full 15 minutes she got up then walked behind the waiting miscreats.
This time she had a long thin cane in her strong left hand. Again she took up
her position and up came her slim almighty arm. The cane whooshed as it came
down and made a sickening thwack as it sank into swollen helpless flesh.
Johnny screamed in pain but miracliously managed to keep himself from rising.
The thrashing that she gave each boy with her cane was the most formidable
punishment I had ever seen inflicted. I shuddered as each thwack landed. The
boys wept and sobbed uncontrolably. Then as Terry received his fourth cut he
convulsed and slipped in slow motion onto the floor. Ms. Hampshire peered down
at him then prodded him with her cane. He wobbled slightly but never moved, he
had passed out. With poised serenity she moved on to the next boy in line and
completed everyone's fourth cut.

She began to walk back to the beginning of the line pausing briefly to prod
Terry who was still out. The other boys must have been aware of Terry slipping
from the table as they gripped onto the edge of the other side of the table
even harder. By the time the headmistress got to Terry for the fifth cut he
was stirring slightly. "Up and bend" she snapped with supprising venom. Terry
cut a pathetic figure as he tried to stand to resume his position but could
only manage to get to his knees. "Stay on your knees and put your face down
flat on the floor" she shrieked. Down went his face with his naked butt in the
air. Up went her divine left arm and the cane landed with what seemed an even
louder thwack. Terry let out a scream of pain and anguish. I watched with a
mixture of mounting terror and complete fascination. The sight of this awesome
cultivated woman dominating a group of teenage boys aged from 17 to 19 with
such effortless ease had made me as hard as rock. I watched spellbound by the
power of her magnificent presence. The only sounds that could be heard were
the chorus of broken sobbing and her high heels on the wooden floor. As she
landed the last of the fifth cuts Ray reared up then fell in a heap at her
feet whining incoherently. "Bend you snivelling little cur." she said harshly.

Ray pulled himself up using the desk for support as his legs were trembling so
badly. In the meantime the glorious Ms. Hampshire was so completely confident
of being obeyed she had turned away and walked back to position herself behind
Johnny again. As the sixth cut seared into his tortured flesh he gave a
strange cry that seemed like a blend of pain and pleasure. The formidable
figure of the headmistress moved on until she had given all 7 boys their sixth
cut. Then she walked back to her desk & sat down. Again the minutes ticked by,
after 10 she walked over to Terry with the blue paddle in her exalted left
hand. She gave him 3 hard spanks in rapid sucession then moved on to Ray. Up
went her magnificent left arm and she delivered 6 hard spanks in rapid
sucession to Ray's swollen blood red buttocks. He writhered, screamed and
sobbed even louder. The chorus of wailing & sobbing had reached an
ear-splitting pitch.

Ms. Hampshire sat down again at her desk, she was calm and composed. As the
minutes ticked steadily by the chorus of blubbering subsided and became mere
sniffing and crying. "Stand up and take one step back. Now check to see if you
have made a mess on either the floor or the table" she said in a factual but
utterly compelling tone. The group of boys complied as if they were one. "If
you have messed there is a bucket with disinfectant in the convenience room
with some cloths. Clean your mess throughly before dressing and going to see
the nurse." All 7 boys returned with the cloths and bucket to clean the 'mess'
they had made. For during the course of their severe thrashing each had
experienced a mighty orgasm at some point.

As the 7 left I glanced at the wall clock it was already two minutes to 10h00,
a whole 3 hours had lapsed. I stood trembling as I waited to be called, my
cock hard erect and pulsating with dark lust. "Assume the position" she said
in a demanding almost nonchantly tone. I tried to walk but found my legs
failed to respond. I had gone from being terrified to being petrified. Before
she had a chance to repeat herself I fell to my hands and kness and tried to
crawl to the desks. Then I saw Ms. Hampshire's high heeled feet and black
stockinged legs come into view as she stepped towards me. "Do hurry up O'Brien
my time is precious to me." she snapped. Then I felt her grab my hair pull me
to my feet and leaver me over the table. "Open" she said as she placed her
rubber beach flip flop in my mouth. "Bite down. That's it." Her flip flop had
the aroma of her perfume and served to arouse me even further.

Then I waited, trying to visualise what she was doing behind me. A tear
trickled down my cheek then another and my body trembled uncontrolably. Then
the first spank landed on my soft quivering buttocks followed by a burning
pain that rushed to my head. I had made the mistake of not holding the edge of
the other side of the table and I slightly reared up. "Close O'Brien" she said
in an almost teasing voice. I gripped the table edge so hard that my knuckles
turned white. The second swat penetrated deeply into my tender flesh I let out
a muffled scream and bit down hard on her flop. After the customary pause the
next landed and I started to cry openly. Spank after spank landed and I
screamed, wailed and blubbered. It felt as if time had slowered down. I tried
to count the spanks but gave up in confusion and pain. Finally I heard her
walk to her desk and sit down. The seconds crawled by like snails moving in
slow motion as I waited, blubbering and broken.

"O'Brien pour me a glass of water" she ordered in an authoritative voice. I
meekly rose from the desk and complied with her order no longer embarrassed by
my hard erect cock being on display. She took the glass without looking up
from her book. I looked down and noticed that she had slipped her high heels
off. Her feet and toes were elegant and well formed, her toe nails were
painted bright pink. "Resume your position" she said with such sternness that
I virtually ran back to the desks & meekly bent over one. I listened to the
ticking of the wall clock. She seemed to be taking even longer than before.
Finally I decided to turn and lift my head slightly to get a glimpse of her.
She was sitting in a reclining position with her head back, her eyes half
closed her hands below the surface level of the desk. A smile of sheer bliss
played on her thin scarlet lips, her haughty face was a picture of relaxation
and serenity. A burning lust swept through my entire body as I noticed that
her mighty left arm was moving slowly up and down. Then I panicked and resumed
my face down position lest she should catch me watching her. Now I was even
more aroused by what I suspected she was doing.

A short while later I heard her standing up and walking over to to me.
Trembling I waited for the fearsome sound of her cane slicing throught the
air. 'Whoosh..Thwack' it landed and I screamed and bit down even harder on her
perfumed flip flop. 'Whoosh..Thwack' the second cut landed after the customary
pause. My muffled cry followed. 'Tick. .tick...' 'Whoosh..Thwack' the third
cut seared into my burning buttocks releasing a strange muscular movement
between my testicles and anus. Then a pleasurable wave of blissful orgasm
swept through my entire body. I felt weak and completely drained of energy,
hardly able to stand. Every last vestige of resistence to her dominant will
evapourated in that moment. I was completely her's, I simply adored or more
accurately worshiped the divine glorious woman chastising me. 'Whoosh..Thwack'
the fourth cut burned into my quivering flesh.

My next moment of awareness was of Ms. Hampshire prodding me with her cane.
"Up and bend" she commanded. I struggled to comply but could only make it to
my hands and knees. "Stay there and put your face down flat on the floor" she
she snapped. I adoringly complied. Cut after cut fell and I blubbered
unashamedly, whimpering and completely broken. On the eighth cut I passed out
again. When I came round I could see Ms. Hampshie's black stockinged feet as
she sat at her desk. For a moment I gazed lustily at them then got back into
my kneeling position and waited. I heard her walk over to me. 'Whoosh..Thwack'
the ninth cut scorched into my swollen painful buttocks. My muffled scream and
pitiful whining fell on deaf ears. The pitiless headmistress was calm and
unmoved. She continued with her ruthless thrashing of the helpless submissive
on his knees before her.

At long last with a 'Whoosh..Thwack' the twelth cut landed and a wailed like
an animal. I heard Ms. Hampshire walk to her desk. The minutes trickled by and
my broken sobbing and blubbering subsided to quiet snivelling. "Stand up and
turn round" ordered the almighty headmistress. I obeyed without question or
thought. My cock was again erect and throbbing with restrained lust for the
beautiful sexy Ms. Hampshire. "I have deceided to be lenient with you and as
such will let you off the extra six spanks that you should have got for
failing to remain bent, next time you won't be so lucky. Now clean the mess
that you made then dress and go up to the nurse." she said as casually as if
she had merely slapped my wrist. Hurriedly I complied. Just as I had finished
finished cleaning up my 'mess' she said "I hope that you & your friends have
learned a lesson from this. You would not want to have me spend another
Saturday morning giving you a repeat lesson. That's for sure" "No
Ms.Hampshire. Thank you for the correction" I replied. No sooner had I put the
bucket down and cleaned the cloth than Ms. Hampshire called me. "O'Brien
before you go I want you to give my high heels a quick polish and shine as I
have to go to town to shop."

As I knelt before that incredible woman I was absolutely thrilled to be
shinning her shoes. When I had finished the chore I came close to another
orgasm as I slipped her high heels back onto her sexy elegant black stockinged
feet. Then I dressed and went to the nurse for the much needed litiment for my
severely swollen and battered buttocks. Later that morning while applying the
litiment I was shocked to see how severely beaten buttocks was. But the mere
thought of the elegant dominant headmistress that had inflicted the terrible
thrashing gave me a hard throbbing erection. We were very quiet and extremely
well behaved the rest of the weekend.

End of Part One.

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