The Temp 
by GES

A Femdom Spanking Fantasy


I had completed a bachelor's degree in mathematics when I was offered an 
opportunity to travel to England to serve as a summer session math 
instructor at a small exclusive public (remember in England public and 
private schools are the opposite of what they are in the U. S.) women's 
school.  It was part of an exchange program to provide students with a 
chance to travel the world a bit. 

I eagerly accepted and in due course arrived at the school in England 
for check in and orientation.  At the interview with me was a newly 
arrived boxing coach from France who was female.  I learned I would be 
the only male on the faculty.   I reflected on the fact that while they 
could find only a male for math instruction they had no trouble finding 
a female boxing instructor (instructress?). 

As the head mistress droned on about the rules, strictly enforced of 
course, I became particularly attentive when she stated that paddling 
was the preferred punishment at this school.  She pointed out that as a 
male I would not be permitted to paddle female students though the 
boxing instructor could but only after she qualified.  And it was a most 
curious qualification.  To be authorized to paddle students the 
instructors themselves had to undergo an eight swat paddling session  
from the head mistress and once so qualified they could then administer 
corporal punishment freely.  I was also told that any transgressions by 
my students must be reported to the head mistress promptly so punishment 
could be meted out.  If I failed to do so than I would receive the 
punishment the student would normally get.  This was school policy for 
all faculty members. 

I was a bit startled at this practice for as most of us know in the 
United States paddling students, not to mention instructors, is usually 
proscribed and I was not sure I could consign a student of mine to such 
a traumatic (for me) ritual.  But it appeared that the faculty, all 
English of course, took it in stride as apparently did the students. 

I assumed my duties teaching a remedial math class for girls who were 
not up to standard for commencing college level work.  In a group of 
this age there were the usual number of high-spirited young women and  
several minor breaches of the rules occurred.  But this was a summer 
session, more relaxed than regular sessions I thought, and the 
transgressions so minor as to not warrant consideration.  I was wrong. 

Called before the head mistress I was asked to explain why I did not 
report my students' sins.  My explanation that they were no big thing 
was not accepted.  I was then informed that I must receive ten swats on 
the bare bottom or I would have to leave the school forthwith.  This was 
Wednesday and I had until Friday tea time (4:00 PM) to consider a 
decision. 

A dilemma.  I was just starting out and I did not want a dismissal on my 
record.  I did not relish the paddling either.  But I thought I better 
go through with the punishment and see if I could develop the stiff 
upper lip we hear so much about. 

Friday 4:00Pm found me in the head mistress's office where I informed 
her I agreed to accept the punishment.  Present also was a faculty 
member who I suspect was the original snitch.  A prim young woman, older 
than I but younger that the head mistress, who would surely want the 
head mistress job.  She would assist with the punishments including 
mine.  Apparently this was the time of week when all loose punishment 
ends were disposed of. 

I was directed to a small room and instructed to remove my clothing 
except for socks, shorts, and singlet, the English term for t-shirt. 

From the room I was in, with the door slightly ajar, I could see what 
was going on in the office.  On one wall  of the office were mounted two 
bars parallel to the floor at different heights.  Several students were 
brought in to undergo paddlings.  A student would grasp the bar most 
convenient for her height, lean slightly forward, and in sort of a 
ritualistic fashion their skirts were hoisted above their waist, their 
panties lowered, and the paddle smartly applied to a writhing bare 
bottom.  Some of them cried.  The ladies could make it hurt.  These 
matters taken care of the new boxing instructress, Renee, who had been 
watching all this, prepared to undergo her qualification paddling. 

I was somewhat taken aback by the jocular attitudes of not only the head 
mistress and her assistant but also Renee.  She took hold of one of the 
bars, the assistant lowered Renee's gym shorts  revealing a smooth and 
beautifully rounded  rear end, and the head mistress proceeded to apply 
four swats.  Stopping and passing the paddle to the assistant, the head 
mistress spent a couple of minutes explaining how the swats should be 
applied, strictly on the buttocks, and flat across both cheeks at the 
same time.  The most swats to be delivered at any one time would be 
twelve.  Be very sure that the punishment would draw no blood.  Some of 
the girls  had peaches and cream complexions.  Their bottoms  would get 
very red quickly and one had to be careful that such tender skin is not 
broken. 

The assistant then delivered the last four swats to the Renee who then 
stood up rubbing her backside gently.  Raising her shorts above her 
knees so she could walk over to a full length mirror she inspected her 
reddened cheeks and remarked that it had been a long time since she had 
been so smartly spanked.  Watching all this,  unnoticed of course, did 
embarrass me somewhat.  But this was tempered by the fact that my turn 
was at hand.  

Renee left and I was called into the office.  Told to grasp one of the 
bars I obediently complied.  Then the assistant inserted her fingers 
into the waistband of the boxer shorts I was wearing and deftly lowered 
them to my knees.  I was a bit self-conscious about all this but I had 
agreed to undergo  punishment so I could only grin and bear it, the 
stiff upper lip I suppose. 

"All right, young man," the head mistress said, "you will receive ten 
swats at this first session."  " You deserve twenty or more perhaps but 
we will restrict ourselves to ten this time with the hope that you have 
learned a lesson."  "Are you ready?" 

"Okay, I'm ready," I replied. 

"Young man," the head mistress said, "it is Yes, Ma'am, I am ready."  
"For that omission we will add two swats so your punishment is now 
twelve swats." 

"Yes, ma'am, I am ready," I dutifully replied. 

The first swat landed and I gasped.  It hurt.  Another immediately 
followed and  I groaned.  Then another and another.  The pain was awful.  
I couldn't believe I could tolerate such pain.  As a swat would land on 
my buttocks I would take a deep breath, I would hardly exhale before 
another swat landed.  Tears began to flow.  After six swats the head 
mistress paused.  "Are you all right, young man," she asked.  "Yes 
ma'am, I'm all right," I replied.  The assistant gave me a tissue to dry 
my eyes.  The head mistress handed the paddle to the assistant who then 
took over the spanking duty. 

"Get ready," the assistant said.  I gripped the bar in front of me and 
the assistant landed her first swat.  Maybe it was my already tortured 
rear but it hurt worse than the first swats.  On the next swat I made a 
rather loud outcry.  The assistant laid on her third swat and I began to 
blubber.  The pain was unbelievable.  Then her fourth swat landed and 
the fifth.  Then followed a short respite.  What she was doing was 
setting herself for the final and hardest swat.  It came and I almost 
screamed.  Were there one more I would have broken down in uncontrolled 
sobbing.  Apparently they knew just how much I could take. 

The assistant stepped back to admire her work.  I could see her nodding 
her head as though it was a job well done.  I was moaning and tears were 
flowing liberally down my face.  I was given two tissues this time.  I 
needed them.  

"Young man," the head mistress said, "this is your first punishment and 
obviously you are not used to such pain."  "If there are future 
punishments you should find them a little more bearable." 

While I was not reassured,  I was no longer embarrassed.  The pain of 
this beating removed any inhibitions I had about appearing almost nude 
in front of these women.  I felt I belonged to them and whatever they 
wanted they could have.  

"Stay there," the head mistress said, "I will tell you when you may 
move." 

After a couple of minutes I stopped crying and the head mistress told me 
I could stand up and to step out of my shorts which had settled around 
my ankles.  "Go over to the mirror and look at yourself."  "Your 
buttocks appear pretty bad now but it will clear up soon enough."   "And 
the pain you felt a few minutes ago should be subsided by now and only 
when you sit down will it be evident, and that only for a day or so." 

Finally the head mistress told me to get dressed and that I could leave.  
She admonished me again to promptly report any future transgressions of 
my students or we would have to go through the same procedure again. 

On my way back to my room I thought about this recent experience and 
except for the briefly intensive pain it wasn't all that bad.  I did not 
mind being subservient to the women who had complete control of me and 
who punished me severely.  Evidently this experience uncovered a part of 
my psyche I had been unaware of.  Yes, it would likely happen again.