The Neighbour

Something more cheerful...and with a spanking. What more can you ask for?

John had just moved to town, new job, new openings. He had found his new flat in an old but well kept building. It wasn't big but he couldn't afford anything larger. He was content as he began to settle in.

The third evening, after work, he sat down in his armchair, feeling exhausted. Work seemed fine but he was new and that was taxing. He had just come home and wanted nothing more than to be allowed to watch the telly and fall asleep.

The doorbell sounded and John sighed and clambered from his armchair. He dragged himself out into the hallway and answered the door.

Outside stood a woman. She was half a head shorter than him, had shoulder length hair in an undefined darkish colour. She was dressed in a dark blue and quite modest dress but no overcoat. She smiled.

John remembered he had met her in the hallway, the day before, she had smiled and said hello. He thought she must live in the house.

'Plain and sweet,' he had thought when he saw her then. He still thought the same, but her smile made her look quite nice.

'Welcome to the house,' she said, a flicker of insecurity on her face. 'I am Stephanie.'

'Thank you,' he heard himself say, remembering to smile, 'John.'

'Are you busy?' she continued.

'No, no, not at all.'

'Can I come in?'

'Yes, of course, sorry, yes, please, do that, come in.'

'Thank you.'

'I'll put the kettle on.'

She followed him into the kitchen as he prepared the tea. She was leaning against the door frame, looking a little bewildered.

'It is a nice kitchen,' she tried.

'Yes, it is, very nice.'

'Bigger than mine.'

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

'Please, sit down,' John said, feeling a little calmer after laughing together.

'Thank you.'

They took the tea in the kitchen, by the small table. John wondered if that was impolite but Stephanie didn't seem to mind. They chatted and after a while they seemed to find the situation less awkward, less tense. John began to forget how tired he was, thinking that it was nice to make new acquaintances.

'There is something I need to ask you about,' Stephanie said, suddenly looking very awkward.

'Please, do,' John said, expecting to be asked for a donation to the house party they always had in May or something of the sort.

'Can I confide in you?' she said and looked very sincere.

'Yes, of course, I hope you can.'

John found it a bit awkward, wondering if Stephanie was one of those who let her heart out to anyone who cared to listen.

'You see, John,' she said, looking very worried, 'I live with my sister and she always takes care of things. Now she has gone on holiday, won't be back for two weeks.'

'Yes...'

'And not I have gone and done something really stupid.'

'Stupid?'

'Yes, I have forgot to pay our credit card bill, in time.'

'Oh,' John said, feeling his body and mind tense. Was she going to ask him for money?

'I paid it yesterday but that is too late and now we will have to pay interest or something on it. My sister always takes care of those things, but now she explicitly told me to do that.'

'Is it a lot of money? I mean, the interest?'

'No, just some two pounds. It's not that.'

'What is it then?'

'I have failed her.'

'Failed her?'

'Yes, she trusted me with this and I have failed her. Will you help me?'

'What can I do to help you?'

'The same as my sister always does when I fail her.'

'What is that?'

'Punish me.'

John sat in silence for a while, not sure what to think. He looked at Stephanie and she looked miserable, really upset.

'Punish you?'

'Yes, please, will you do that?'

She looked pleadingly at him.

'I don't know, really.'

'Please, I am sure my sister will be grateful.'

'Can't it wait until she gets back?'

'It is better she doesn't have to deal with me, first thing.'

'Are you sure?'

'Please!'

John stared at Stephanie, she looked at him, her face close to tears, transforming her from the caring neighbour to a woman in need, a damsel in some kind of distress.

'How, how does your sister, well, deal with you?'

'She spanks me.'

'I am not sure...'

'It is easy.'

'But...'

'Please.'

'So you want me to spank you?'

'Yes, please, that's what my sister would do.'

'Well, if that is what you want.'

'Thank you.'

'I don't know how to...'

'I'll show you. Wait here.'

Stephanie rose to her feet and left. John sat at the table, bewildered. He heard her open and close the door. He stared in front of him until he heard the doorbell once again.

'Here,' Stephanie said and gave him a hairbrush, as he opened the door for her.

'Is this for...?'

'Yes, my sister uses it all the time.'

'Where do you think...?'

'The living room, perhaps?'

He nodded and they went into his small but nice living room.

'It is very neat,' she said, 'are you married?'

'No, not married.'

'A girlfriend?'

'I just moved here. To this town, I mean.'

'Ah,' she said. 'Over there will be good.'

'Where?'

'You sit in the armchair and I can be in your lap.'

'Are you sure about this?'

'That's how my sister does it.'

'Well then.'

John sat down in the armchair and held his breath as Stephanie with a very soft but yet cautious movement placed her body across his lap.

'And then I am, like, supposed to smack...well, your bottom...with this?'

'Yes, that's how it's done.'

'On the bottom?'

'Yes.'

John took a deep breath. Then he placed the hairbrush on Stephanie's bottom. She seemed to tense her body as he did this.

Then he slapped her. She jumped.

'Oh, sorry,' he gasped.

'Don't be sorry, I deserve it.'

'Did it hurt?'

'No.'

'Good.'

'No, that's not good. My sister makes it hurt.'

'Oh.'

'It is a punishment, after all.'

'Yes, you are right. Harder then?'

'Yes, much harder.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'

He slapped her again, a little harder. She jumped again.

'Better?'

'Better, but harder still.'

He smacked her again.

'Did that hurt?'

'Yes, a little, go on like that, but harder.'

John began to put some force into the slaps. He had never beaten anyone, and especially not a woman. He had to struggle against his nature to be able to hit Stephanie with the sturdy and very heavy brush.

Just as he had managed to deliver a short series of quite brutal whacks, Stephanie interrupted him:

'Wait.'

'I am sorry, I hit you too hard.'

'No, not at all, it is supposed to hurt and my sister hits much harder.'

'What's wrong?'

'Forgetting a credit card bill is a bad thing to do, I think my sister would want a more severe punishment.'

'Isn't this severe enough?'

'I think she would insist on me lifting my skirt.'

'Are you really sure...'

Stephanie swiftly lifted her skirt and revealed her very white knickers.

'I can't possibly...' John said.

'Of course you can, that is what my sister would have done.'

'She is a woman.'

'That's not a problem.'

John found he had no words for a protest. He stared awkwardly at Stephanie's round bottom. It seemed wrong to hit it with the hairbrush.

Yet he complied and slapped her bottom with the hairbrush. Again she jumped which made John think that she must have felt it much more acutely when there was no skirt to protect her.

She said nothing so he assumed he was to continue. He took a deep breath and began to smack her. He used even more force and was both terrified and fascinated by watching the hairbrush make contact with Stephanie's pert bottom.

She began to squirm but she said not a word in protest and didn't seem to want him to stop so he continued.

There came a strange moment, when John suddenly found the whole business of spanking Stephanie quite fascinating. In fact, he began to think it was not so bad to do this. She had asked him to spank her, she had obviously wanted him to punish her and she had been the one asking him to hit her harder and she had insisted on him spanking her on her knickers.

'Stop.'

'Oh.'

All his misgivings came back. He was either been made a fool of or he was doing something terribly bad.

'My sister would insist on something more severe.'

'More severe?'

'Yes.'

Without further ado, Stephanie rose to her feet and with one swift and determined movement she pulled her knickers down to her knees. She then lifted her skirt and retook her place in his lap.

John was now staring at Stephanie's unclad bottom. He had a distinct feeling that this was something he should not do.

'Do you really mean...?'

'My sister says it isn't a proper spanking if it isn't done on the bare.'

'We shouldn't let her down.'

'No, and you can hit harder.'

John's misgivings gave way to a strange sensation. He felt elated and weirdly happy as he let the sturdy brush make contact with Stephanie's now exposed bottom. She squirmed and moved and John could feel she was in distress. She didn't protest so he assumed he was doing it right.

Suddenly he heard something that sounded like a sob. He immediately stopped.

'Don't stop.'

'I thought,' he stammered, 'I thought you were in distress.'

'I am in distress, but you have to continue. My sister says that when I begin to cry, the real punishment begins.'

'That's rather cruel.'

'I forgot the bill.'

'Very well, then.'

Stephanie's bottom was pink and red in places and John thought it too cruel to spank her more. But he realised the sister was right. She did deserve it. He got on with his duty.

John spanked Stephanie for a while and he found that his concerns and hesitations were replaced by a pride of doing what was right and a childish satisfaction in seeing her bottom being hit by the hairbrush he was swinging. He began to be fascinated by the sound and the movements she made, movements that seemed to tell him she was affected by her punishment.

Then it was enough. He just knew it and she seemed to accept it. He stopped spanking her and sat for a while.

'Have I been spanked enough?'

'Yes, I think so.'

'May I rise?'

'Yes, yes, of course.'

Stephanie rose to her feet pulled her knickers up and turned to John. Her face was a little red and her eyes a little wet. Yet she smiled.

'Thank you, John. Thank you for punishing me.'

'You are welcome.' He was almost on his way of saying, 'my pleasure', but he didn't.

'John, if you want, you can come over to my place tomorrow. I will cook dinner and you can help me with a couple of things.'

'Oh, thank you, yes, please, I would like that, very much.'

Stephanie turned to leave.

'You said help you, what kind of things do you need help with?'

'There are plenty of things. You know how it is when you are alone, you become very sloppy.'

'I guess.'

John did visit Stephanie the next day and he did help her. She showed him a bath brush and a fish slice that was very useful and she was delighted to find that he was equipped with a very broad leather belt.

In fact, John grew used to helping Stephanie, a lot. After a while he stopped wondering when the sister would come home.

Tom's School Days 26

I have been sloppy, and slow, I know that. And this story may be of the more sillier kind. Anyway, here is another instalment, read and make what you want of it. I am taking a summer break from blogging, and will be back in August. Maybe I have some other stories or thoughts to share, then.

When I started writing this, I was a bit carried away by the silliness of the idea of a school full of resourceful and kinky students, both female and male, all bent on having a good time. It is a bit of coming of age story when it comes to Tom, but otherwise there is not much of a plot. I have enjoyed writing it, but maybe it will come to an end, unless I can think of something really exciting.

Take care, Dear Readers, if you are still out there. I still enjoy writing, although I write less that is suitable for the blog, nowadays. My mind has not changed, so I would like to put whatever is suitable on the blog, but as it is, this will have to wait until I get back. I do love to hear from you, and any suggestions about the blog is welcome.

Some girls were very skilled in a type of dance that may only be labelled as oriental, or belly dancing. Although they didn't wear much more than their bikinis while dancing, they had enhanced them by adding strips of silk that gave the illusion of flowing skirts.

Tom was mesmerised. This was so out of the ordinary, that he could hardly believe he was still at his school. And when the undulating movements of the dancing girls caused them to drop what little they were wearing, his delight was complete. In the end they were completely naked, and the club members were cheering.

Finally the dinner was over and the members began to circulate through the rooms of the club. The girls from the Pea Soup Society retook their roles as waitresses, and mingled among them with trays with glasses and bottles of port and sherry.

To Tom's great delight he noticed that the girls hadn't donned their tops, and were now quite exposed to his eyes. Some of them were even naked, and many members of the club found it hard to keep their hands away.

Tom found John and Mark in a sofa together with three of the society's members who were quite unclad. They seemed to enjoy it as much as the club members, though, as they were laughing and giggling.

The whole thing was evolving into a kind of orgy, and although Tom was generally intrigued by the idea of orgies, he was a little too shy to really participate. He walked around and observed instead.

In another room there were another kind of entertainment arranged. As Tom entered a member of the club explained to him that some students had volunteered to let the members try out their equipment.

Tom saw that along one wall, five strange pieces of furniture had been placed. They looked like desks from a class room, but not quite. The purpose of them was clear enough. On each of these devices a girl knelt, leaning over its highest part, their bottoms turned towards the room.

Furthermore, the girls were naked, and around each of them a group of club members had gathered. They were discussing the tools they handed around among themselves, discussing the pros and cons of martinets, canes, leather belts, and wooden boards.

From time to time sharp reports resounded through the room, the sound of wood, or leather, or whatever material of the tool, on naked skin. Those reports were accompanied by whimperings, and squeals.

Tom was intrigued by this, and the closer he got, and the more he saw of the naked bottoms and backs of the volunteer girls, he felt the urge to try one of the tools himself.

It was obvious they had just started, since the bottoms on display were still mostly unmarked, only the odd pink patch, or red stripe.

Tom got a funny feeling when he drew near the girl furthest to the left. He seemed to recognise the dark hair and the general build of that girl. He moved so he could see her face.

'Amanda!' he gasped.

'Tom,' she replied, and smiled, 'hi. I thought I would find you here.'

'Annabelle,' he said, as the red haired girl beside Amanda turned her head.

'Tom,' Annabelle said, and smiled too.

Tom's School Days 24

I get so preoccupied with this story so I forget I can write something else. That is, something else fit for the blog. Maybe I should take a break and write something different? I don't know.

Tom was a little hesitant in the beginning, being a little overwhelmed by the sound of the leather of his belt against Stephanie's soft bottom. And the sounds of distress she uttered. She didn't protest, or say anything so he kept on.

He got into a pace of smacking her, and sensing her wriggle in his lap. In a way he found that he actually enjoyed the sensation of her body moving against his. It encouraged him to smack a little harder, to increase the frequency.

Soon he was smacking along, in a good, steady pace. Stephanie was panting, and sighing, and giving out small pathetic sounds of distress. In his current state of mind, those sounds only made him want to spank her more. So he did.

Tom stopped to take a breath, and happened to look down on Stephanie's buttocks. They were now not only bruised from before, but had taken on a very active red colour. Suddenly Tom felt bad about spanking her.

'Maybe,' he said, hesitantly, 'maybe we are done.'

Stephanie didn't reply.

He put down the belt, and stared at her bottom for a while. Then he gently touched her right buttock. Stephanie let go of a strange sound, like a sigh. Her skin felt hot.

The next thing he knew, he was caressing her buttock, sensing the skin under his hand. Stephanie wriggled in his lap. He extended his attention to the other buttock. He was captivated, and thought that he should, perhaps, not do this, but since Stephanie didn't protest, he decided to continue.

In his exploration of Stephanie's buttocks, he happened, accidentally to let his fingers slip in between them, and was surprised by the reaction he got. Stephanie moaned. First he thought that perhaps she was in pain.

Then he couldn't help himself, so he did it again. This time she wriggled. The third time she whimpered, and began to squirm. He was quite surprised by her reaction.

With a sigh, and a wriggle, she slipped off his lap.

'Oh, did I hurt you?'

He didn't get a reply. Stephanie's body began to shiver, and Tom was convinced she was in pain. Then she looked up at him, with tears in her eyes.

She wasn't sobbing, she was laughing.

She struggled for breath, she was laughing so much. Tom was confused. He stared at her, and didn't understand a thing.

Stephanie was still laughing as she got to her feet, and pulled her knickers up.

'I...I got to go,' she had a hard time talking, she was sobbing with laughter.

'What's the matter, did I do something wrong?'

'No, Tom, nothing wrong, that was great. You're such a silly boy, at times. But I love you for that.'

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. Then she went away. Tom was left on the bench, with his belt by his side, and his mind more confused than ever.

Tom's School Days 23

Soon Tom forgot to feel guilty, and focussed completely on Stephanie's lips, lips and tongue. In fact, her use of her mouth was so persuasive that he even forgot to be cautious. He had had too many bad experiences in similar circumstances, so something was only to be expected.

As it happened no one came, no one interrupted them, so Stephanie had time to show off her skills regarding this kind of activities.

Tom had to bite his lip in order not to cry out loud. And soon he was unable to hold it back, even if he may have wanted to.

When they were done, and his precious member was back in its confinement, Stephanie looked up at Tom, and smiled.

'Steph,' he sighed.

'I know,' she purred.

'I don't know what to say.'

'You don't have to say anything.'

'But...what about you?'

'What about me?'

'I mean, what about you? How are you...I mean, don't you want...?'

'No, that's quite all right, I'm happy if you're happy.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'I feel like I should, you know, do something for you.'

'If you really want to do something for me...'

'Yeah, I do.'

'There is something you could do.'

'Any time.'

Stephanie rose up, but instead of standing up, she seemed to slip over his knees, in a slithering, very soft moment, until she was lying on his thighs.

'Is this what I think it is?' Tom said.

'I think it is.'

'But Steph, you have just been caned.'

'I am healing well.'

'Are you sure?'

'I am sure.'

'But why would you want to...you know...?'

'Don't ask.'

'All right.'

Tom stared at Stephanie's bottom, clad in her regulation skirt.

'With my hand, then?' he asked.

'If you haven't brought anything sharper.'

'No, I don't think so.'

'If you want, Tom, you could always use your belt.'

'My belt?'

'Yes, you know, your belt, the thing that holds your trousers up.'

'Oh, my belt.'

'Yes, your belt.'

'Do you really want that?'

'Mmmm.'

Tom hurried to unbuckle his belt and pull it from his trousers. He held it in his hand, and saw that he could actually get a good swing with it.

'Are you sure?'

'I'm sure.'

'Ready?'

'Ready, but you're forgetting something.'

'What?'

'Skirt?'

'Oh.' Tom lifted Stephanie's skirt. He was suddenly very embarrassed since his member reacted to the sight of her knicker-clad bottom. He hadn't expected that, having exhausted it just recently.

'Well then...,' he said.

'We're not ready yet.'

'You mean...?'

'Yes.'

'Oh.' Tom took hold of Stephanie's knickers and pulled them down. She obediently lifted her hips to help him.

'Now, then, ready?'

'Yes.'

Tom hesitated. He looked at Stephanie's bottom. There were still some bruises and marks left, but somehow it seemed as if she was right, that she was healing well. Tom still wasn't sure if he should really.

'We can't wait all night,' Stephanie said.

'All right, then, here it comes. How many?'

'Your call.'

'All right.'

Then he smacked her. Stephanie jumped, and let out a moan.

Tom's School Days 21

At last some action!

Tom was amazed, and overwhelmed. His mouth was dry, but he could not deny the excitement that came with the thought of swinging the dreaded cane at Annabelle's fair bottom.

'Are you sure?' he said, with uncertainty.

'Very sure,' Amanda said, 'and twelve is lenient.'

'But why does she have to be punished? I mean, she's already been in detention.'

'That's the laws of the Society.'

'I see.'

'If you please,' Amanda said, and gestured towards Annabelle.

Tom walked closer to the naked girl, held down across the armrest of the sofa. He placed the cane across her buttocks, to take aim. Annabelle's body twitched as the cane touched her naked skin.

Tom pulled the cane back, hesitated and let it fly through the air. The sound was tremendous, and reverberated through the room. It sounded sharper and more menacing because of the bare stone walls in the Dungeon.

Annabelle squirmed but could not move much. A red stripe was forming across her bottom. Tom felt cruel for beating the poor girl. Her helplessness seemed to be emphasised by her nudity, and the fact that she was firmly held in place by the other Society members.

Tom delivered the second lash, and Annabelle whimpered. This made Tom feel even crueller. He saw the second stripe begin to glow on Annabelle's fair skin.

When the third lash hit home, Tom felt different. There was a certain kind of thrill inside him. And when the fourth hard lash from the cane hit Annabelle's bared bottom elation filled his mind.

He thoroughly enjoyed the five following ones. Annabelle was in agony, as her bottom begin to become criss-crossed by the marks of her punishment.

Then he realised there were only three left. It seemed a pity, now that he had begun to enjoy it. He stopped and thought he should focus, and make the most of them. He heard Annabelle sobbing, and for a moment it made him concerned. The next moment he was overcome with something different, a sensation where her sounds of distress actually heightened his pleasure, when he realised that it was not just the sight of her bottom, and the sound and feel of it, that pleased him, but the fact that he caused her agony. He felt cruel but wonderful.

He deliver the last three with gusto, making sure the fair Annabelle really felt them. When he was done, he stood back. The room was in silence. The only sound the disturbed that silence was the quiet sobbing of Annabelle.

The other girls stared at Tom, and for a moment he wondered if they were angry, if he had gone too far, been too harsh and cruel, and that they now disliked him. He had only to look another time, to realise that it was a completely different sentiment that met him. What he saw in their eyes was admiration, admiration and awe. They liked what he had done.

'Stand up, now, Annabelle, and thank the executor for punishing you,' Amanda said.

Annabelle was released and scrambled to her feet. Tom say that her eyes were red and wet, and she looked very solemn as she turned to him.

'Thank you for punishing me,' she said, curtsied, and leaned forward and kissed the cane.

Tom's School Days 20

Spring is not yet in the air, or at least it has gone into hiding today. I hope this will cheer you up, if only just a little.

The Society for the Study of Geographical Maps held its meetings in a room in the so called Dungeon. It was really a basement room, with a nice pillar in the middle, and vaulted roof, making it look a little like a crypt. The room itself had been made cosier by a Oriental rug on the floor, a table, some wooden chairs, and in the corner a sofa and a couple of armchairs.

Amanda opened the meeting. Tom found that he was the only boy there. Around the table sat, beside him, Amanda, Annabelle, and three other girls he had not seen before. They were introduced as Evy, Lara, and Josephine. He was told that Miss Elvine, Sophie Elvine was missing but she had an acceptable cause, as she was being whipped by her English teacher.

Tom thought all the girls present were very pretty, although of the more held back kind. None of them seemed to belong to the group of more flamboyant girls, like Tamara and Stephanie, girls who knew they were beautiful, and had no qualms about showing it.

Amanda led the proceedings, and she told the Society that they had been given, as a loan, a beautiful map of some Prussian woodlands. Amanda would keep it in her room, and the members were welcome to come and study it. She had brought it to the meeting to show the others, and the map took a turn round the table and was duly admired.

Tom was bored but too polite to show it. The next item on the agenda was introducing him as the executor of the Society. The other girls looked pleased as it was announced, and some of them looked with admiration at him. Tom liked being admired, despite the sense of awkwardness it brought.

The last item, except the closing of the meeting, was the announcement of infringements and consequences. It turned out that the fact that Annabelle had been publicly punished for having been stripped by the FDF was such an infringement. The consequences for that was that she had to be punished. Furthermore it was the executors duty to perform this task.

Before Tom knew it, the girls were on their feet. Amanda ordered Annabelle to strip naked, which she promptly did, although blushing violently. Tom was asked to come forward, and Amanda picked from a bag a very menacing cane, which she handed to Tom.

Annabelle was told to place herself across the armrest of the sofa, and when she was in position, the other girls arranged themselves around her. Tom was told to be so kind and to punish the girl.

The only thing he managed to say was: 'how many?'

'Oh, we haven't decided that,' Amanda said.

The girls put their heads together and whispered for a while.

'Twelve,' Amanda announced.

'Very Well,' Tom said, stiffly.

He couldn't help staring at Annabelle's upturned bottom as the other girls grabbed her to hold her in place. Amanda stood to the side, while Lara held Annabelle's legs, Evy her arms, and Josephine had a firm grip of her head. She was now ready for her punishment.

Tom's School Days 17

The Headmaster, Mr Pears, and the Grammar teacher, Mr Saunders came out onto the quad, with Tamara Saddler between them. The crowd became silent, as they marched up to the pole.

Public punishments were formal events, and the teachers didn't waste any time. The Headmaster announced the crime and the punishment. Mr Saunders produced the cane. The Headmaster signalled to Miss Saddler to prepare.

The crowd enjoyed the preparation, almost as much as the punishment itself. There was an almost tangible tension and excitement, as Tamara prepared herself by removing her skirt, giving it to the Headmaster. Mr Saunders applied the cuffs on her wrists, as she stretched her arms on either side of the pole. He unceremoniously pulled the rope attached to cuffs to make her stand on tiptoes.

'I'm going to enjoy this,' a voice whispered in Tom's ear, as he felt a hand take his hand.

He turned his head and saw Stephanie by his side. She didn't look back, she stared at the spectacle and held her breath.

In that moment, Mr Saunders pulled down Miss Saddler's knickers, all the way down to her feet, took them from her and gave them to the Headmaster. Then there was silence, as he lifted the cane.

Tom felt the grip on his hand tighten. He knew Stephanie couldn't stand Tamara, and somehow it made a lot more sense to him, why Stephanie wouldn't let her have the pleasure of watching her being caned in public.

As the cane made contact with Tamara's round and very naked bottom, a surge of excitement washed through the crowd. No one spoke but the delight was obvious. They loved this, everyone loved a good whipping.

Someone sighed, another nodded, as the second lash made Miss Saddler lift her legs in agony. The third sharp cut made her whimper.

This was what they had waited for, the reaction, the moment when the culprit couldn't hold her reactions back.

Already at the number five she was crying. Tom felt how this made Stephanie tremble. She did enjoy it. He knew also, then, that he enjoyed it too.

The cane fell mercilessly on Tamara's unprotected bottom, painting the fair skin in pink and red. The sound resounded round the quad and was accompanied by sighs and gasps from the crowd, as Mr Saunders delivered a particularly good one.

Tom watched in amazement, as Miss Saddler received her punishment. He thought when he had caned Stephanie, in his room, when he had done the same to Amanda, in the Common Room of the Mushy Peas Club. He had never thought he would enjoy it as much as he did. He even enjoyed watching it.

When the last lash had fallen, Stephanie let go of his hand, and before he knew it, she was gone. He turned back to the centre of the quad, where Tamara was being let down, and stood trembling as her clothes were returned to her.

The crowd scattered, and Tom went his way. He had lectures to attend.

Tom's School Days 9

I know you had to wait for this instalment of the story. I can only apologise and hope for leniency. Never mind, here it is, the continuation of the story of Tom and his adventure in school.

After breakfast the next day Tom and Stephanie went together to Mr Allen's office. Tom's heart was beating hard. The sole reason for that was not just his fear of the tutor's assessment of his handiwork, it was also due to the fact that Stephanie had pushed him into a corner, slipped her hand down his trousers, wrapped her hand around his manhood, stared him into the eyes, and then planted a kiss on his lips.

'I wanted to know what you feel about me,' she said, as she stepped back, leaving Tom with a sense of surprise, shock, and missed opportunities.

In Mr Allen's office they both stood nervously in front of his desk.

'Ah, the unfortunate Miss Burns. I gather Mr Banks here helped you with your punishment.'

'Yes, sir, he did. In my opinion, he did it well.'

'What a pity it is not for you to decide that, Miss Burns. It is not your place to even have an opinion, is it?'

'No, Mr Allen, sorry, Mr Allen.'

'Shall we see then?'

'Yes, sir.'

Stephanie promptly pulled her knickers down to her knees. This time they were green. She turned her back to Mr Allen, pulled her skirt up, and leaned forward. Tom blushed.

'Hm,' Mr Allen said, 'hm, again. Well.'

He continued looking at Stephanie's bottom.

'Well...' he said.

'Hm, yes...I say...' he continued.

Then he looked up. Stephanie stayed in place.

'Mr Banks, this is not bad. I hadn't expected you to do so well. I thought, perhaps, you had a soft spot for Miss Burns, and would have let her off too lightly. A pity, in a way, it takes away the need for me to rectify the error. I do take some pleasure in rectifying this kind of errors, you know. You did well, I must say, there are some really good ones here. Come over here!'

'Yes, sir,' Tom said, his voice a little weak.

He moved forward and looked where Mr Allen pointed.

'You see that one, the dark one, across her sweet spot, that one you should be particularly proud of.'

'Thank you, Mr Allen.'

'I am just pointing out the obvious. As you can see on those pinkish ones, there are some that are clearly below standard.'

'I did my best.'

'I am sure you did. I will let the whole matter rest here. No need for extras. I am glad you show such talent for this. But don't be complacent. You are good for an amateur, that is all.'

'Thank you, Mr Allen.'

'We can arrange for some practice.'

'Practice?'

'Yes, I know you get some practice in the Mushy Peas Club, but I am thinking of proper practice. We do arrange sessions for those who want to perfect their skills. Would you be interested?'

'Well, sir, I guess so.'

'Guess so?'

'I mean, sir, I would like that.'

'Good.'

'How, sir, how is it done, the practice?'

'You mean on whom do you practice?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Volunteers, Mr Banks, we practice on volunteers.'

'But, Mr Allen, who would volunteer?'

'You wouldn't believe it, but we have plenty of volunteers.'

'Yes, sir.' Tom was still confused but decided not to continue asking.'

'Miss Burns, you may put your dress in order.'

'Thank you, sir.'

Stephanie turned round, pulled her knickers up. She curtsied and Tom bowed and they left.

'That went well,' she said.

'Do you think so?'

'Of course. You did a cracking job yesterday, I am impressed.'

'Didn't it hurt.'

'Of course it hurt, that's what impressed me.'

'Oh.'

Tom's School Days 8

I do enjoy writing this story, and maybe it is wrong to drip feed you it, but I like it this way, short instalments, over a period of time. I do like trying to see things from Tom's perspective, an innocent but enthusiastic young man, surrounded by kinky boys, and some quite kinky girls, not to mention the teachers. In this, slightly shorter bit, you get to read the conclusion of Stephanie's punishment.

Around 35 Tom was feeling cruel, but he got on with it. Around 40 he was happy as a cat, and wielded the cane with vigour. He noticed the effect on Stephanie, who once let go of the armrests. She refrained from putting her hands on her bottom. Instead she returned to her position, and the punishment could continue.

When there were just twelve left, he stopped and stared at Stephanie's bottom. It looked terrible, and he was overcome with guilt about what he had done. He had to brace himself and focus, in order not to become too meek.

He delivered the last ones with gusto and when he was done, he was sweaty with exhaustion. The crowd stood in silence for a while, then they applauded. Tom fought back an impulse to turn round, smile, and bow to them. It wasn't appropriate.

'We're done now,' he said.

'I let go of the armrest, shouldn't there be extras?'

'Mr Allen said nothing of that.'

'It is customary.'

Tom felt anger flare up and stared at Stephanie.

'No, I say no, and so shall it be.'

'All right.'

'We are done now,' he said.

'Thank you,' she said and straightened her back. She turned to him, but did not pull her knickers up.

'Do you want to keep these?' she said and pointed to her underwear.

'No, I don't think so.'

'All right,' she said and pulled them up.

'Thank you for punishing me,' she continued.

'You are welcome,' Tom replied.

Stephanie took her skirt and stepped into it, pulled it up and buttoned it.

'What are you staring at, you can go now,' Tom barked at the crowd, who was still staring at the spectacle. They looked at him and began to move away.

Stephanie moved stiffly and when she came close to him, she looked him in the eyes, smiled, and whispered, 'thank you'.

Tom stared back without knowing what to do or say. Stephanie left the room, but before she walked out, she turned to him.

'Remember we have an inspection after breakfast.'

'Inspection?'

'Yes, Me Allen will inspect your work, and you should be there.'

'Oh, I see.' Tom became anxious. What would happen if the punishment was not enough. Then he remembered the sight of Stephanie's bottom. He hadn't been meek.

'I am sorry,' he said.

'Don't be, I deserved it.' She smiled a wicked smile and left.