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The Party's Ripe for Caning

By: lesliejones



It was a most unusual change for the boys in the senior class at Hamilton Hall, an elite high school, when the Headmaster, Mr. Henderson, appeared in their class to introduce them to their new home-room teacher, Miss Linda Crawford. First of all, there had never even been a woman teacher at Hamilton Hall, much less one so young as Miss Crawford, nor did it seem appropriate for this revolutionary step to begin with the senior class, all 18-year-old boys.

Miss Crawford, who was all of 24, blonde and smartly dressed, felt she was up to the challenge. She came from a diplomatic family and had been educated abroad, culminating in a First from Cambridge in history and economics. Her time at various traditional British schools imbued her with the view that corporal punishment was an admirable tool for the pedagogue.

Hamilton Hall was one of the rare schools in the U.S. that retained this by now rare practice. Masters had instructed boys for generations to lower their trousers and bend over for the cane. Serious offenses were the responsibility of the day's Duty Master, who conducted punishment sessions at the end of the day, assisted by prefects. The most egregious cases were referred to the Head, who was known to use such extreme measures as the triangle and the birching block when deemed necessary.

So when the senior home room assembled for the first time, all the boys were both astounded and actually happy to see such a lovely person placed in charge of them. Their short-lived entrancement after the Headmaster introduced Miss Crawford and departed, was cut short by her extraction from her smart fashion handbag of a small thin cane that she whistled through the air to demonstrate her intent.

"I am Miss Crawford," she began most directly, with only the slightest British accent, but even that carried the weight of the country most famous—if now mostly in the past—for use of the cane in its schools. "I know that you have not had women instructors before but I assure you that I will ensure you learn what you are supposed to here just as your male teachers. You are the seniors and therefore, the most is expected of you. I do not tolerate misbehavior and you all know what that is. When you come into this classroom, you stop chatting with your friends. You do not pass notes. You do not speak without being recognized.

"I am expected to prepare you for University. I myself graduated from Keys at Cambridge. If you do what I suggest, you will be well prepared for Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Stanford, or any of the better universities. I do not like to treat seniors as small boys, but that is how you will feel if you break the rules. I will have you bent over my desk and you will lower your trousers and shorts and feel the breeze on your bare bottom followed by the searing strokes of my cane. And if you think a woman cannot administer a severe caning, just try me.

"Lastly, you will exercise the respect I expect as a woman. You will not try to stare up my skirt or down my blouse. You will not speculate among yourselves in class as to what kind of bra or panties I am wearing, if any," she said with a grin. "Nor will you discuss my personal life in any way, including who you may see me with at the cinema or the gym. Those matters are my personal business, not yours. Anyone who offends in this way had better be prepared for some very embarrassing punishment."

"You will be prepared to do your very best work in here," she continued. "I shall grade you every day and I shall grade your papers rather harshly. Late papers receive a zero. Papers with more than two spelling mistakes receive a zero. Off-colour remarks earn you a zero for the day or the paper. Repetition of grammatical errors will earn you a zero as well."

Right as Miss Crawford was about to assign the first day's reading in English Literature, she saw a boy near the rear mutter something to his neighbor. "You," she said loudly as she pointed to the offender. "Did I not just say there was no chatting in here?"

"Well...yes, Miss," the boy, whose name was Bert and had handsome dark features that befitted his above-average height, replied.

"Come up here right now so I may deal with this," Miss Crawford snapped.

Bert rose and as he walked forward, said, "I'm sorry, Miss. I wasn't thinking when I\started to say something back there. It shan't happen again." 

"It certainly shan't," Miss Crawford responded. "Lower your trousers and shorts and bend over my desk there," she pointed.

Bert realized that he would be the one to demonstrate that this new feminine regime at Hamilton Hall would be every bit as stern as the previous one they all had known. While he lowered his pants, Miss Crawford extracted her small thin cane from her large handbag.

She snapped the cane a few times in the air and the whistling sound made Bert, now bared and bent over, shiver with anticipation of hurt.

Then she lowered the cane to lie across his bottom at the widest part, drew it back, and with what clearly was an athletic arm, snapped it twice quickly in succession with some strong wrist force, across his white bottom. "Yowwwwwww!" the boy exclaimed, surprised by her infliction of the double dose of punishment. Linda knew that using two stroke increments with the cane made the disciplining that much more effective.

Linda proceeded to give him six double-strokes and the boys paid close attention to the tram stripes that appeared rapidly on his bottom as he was unable to refrain from shouting out with the searing pain he felt on his bottom. She also knew that she had been wise to wear her stylish seamed stockings on that first day so that when a boy was punished and his head bent down, he would see her lovely legs gleaming with the seamed stockings that characterized the stern female teacher.

Miss Crawford had one more surprise for him and the rest of them. She left him bare-assed and bent over while she sat at her desk and wrote out a punishment slip. She handed it to him as she told him he could recover his clothing. "You will take this slip to the Duty Master at the end of the day," she said. The class winced, knowing that this meant that poor Bert would be thrashed again at day's end by the master assigned to after-school punishment. This session was quite ceremonious, and the Duty Master was assisted by prefects. 

What was worse was that Bert, or any recipient, did not know what the sealed slip said. He did not know what instructions Miss Crawford had given for his punishment. Teachers were known to add rather diabolical features to the standard impositions. In this case, Miss Crawford had taken a bit of time writing the slip so Bert assumed she had requested some devilish aspect. He did not know that she had ordered that the Duty Master precede administration of a caning with Bert's being made to wear nettles in his undershorts for a waiting period. 

Miss Crawford smiled, knowing that word of the nettles—one of the most feared extras used in punishment—would get round the class soon after Bert suffered from the harsh penalty. She also felt a spurt of wetness in the crotch of her yellow bikini knickers she wore beneath her conservative skirt and sweater set. Little did the boys know that imposition of any corporal punishment raised her libido to almost uncontrollable levels. She realized that she would have to find someone with whom to have sex very soon or she might blow her top.

***

When Linda returned to her apartment, about a half-mile in the city from the school, she quickly shed her work clothes and headed for the shower. She soaped herself well, washed her hair with her favorite shampoo and conditioner, and then made sure after she dried off to apply her best perfume lightly in some key locations on her person. She put on her black lacy bra and matching undies and then her smart red-and-white crisp blouse and dashing navy blue skirt.

She was being picked up by one of her favorite men friends, Charles Houston, and they would be going to a Valentine's Day party given by one of his women friends whom she had not yet met.

Charles appeared at the appropriate time, with flowers correct for the day—some nice spring flowers that Linda liked—and they swept off. They were going to be among young professionals, so Charles wore a striking striped blue-and-yellow shirt open at the collar with nice dark trousers and comfortable black slip-ons. Suits for men, or women for that matter, after work had slipped off the fashion calendar by this time.

They arrived at Tracy's apartment which was gaily decorated. She grinned as Charles introduced Linda and both were handed champagne flutes bubbling with a nice Perrier-Jouet. There were a number of other couples there and they all chatted merrily as Charles made the rounds introducing Linda. One of the other women, Terry, a striking redhead, smiled when Linda was introduced to her as a schoolteacher.

"I don't suppose it's much fun these days, is it?" Terry asked, with almost a condescending tone. "After all, teachers just take crap these days and can't fight back for fear of being sued, much less punish the little devils they way they deserve."

"Au contraire," Linda smiled in responding, as all turned to listen to the assertive blonde. "I'm now the first female teacher at a boys school where they continue to use the cane and other corporal punishment. In fact, today was opening day and I caned a senior boy quite smartly," she said, recalling in that word her English education.

Terry was quite surprised, and also turned on, by this unexpected answer and she liked Linda immediately. "Wow," she said, "I guess all the parents must have to consent at this school. So you really use a cane? I'd love to see one actually used in a school some time."

Linda smiled and said, "Wait right here." She walked to the couch, retrieved her large handbag, and slowly drew out the small thin cane she had become quite adept in using on bare student bottoms.

"I don't think any of you would enjoy feeling this where it goes best," she laughed as she flicked the cane whistling through the air. 

"I'm reconsidering my behavior when we're alone later, Linda," Charles intervened, with a broad smile.

"Don't push me, Charles darling," Linda said with a giggle, as she had no intention of using the cane on this man of whom she was quite fond...yet. "Terry," she said calmly, "would you like a go?"

Terry blanched but it was also causing her almost to flood her panties with excitement. "In front of everyone?" she asked, in a small voice.

"Why yes, my dear," Linda said, playing along with what she saw was both acting and reality. "When one is naughty, the others do need to see you get your just deserts on that bare bottom."

There was less jocularity as the reality of the situation insinuated itself among the young couples. Many had experimented with discipline in their private home lives but they were not the sort to frequent sex clubs or other somewhat tawdry settings for this kind of thing. 

By now, Terry was so cranked that she had trouble holding herself back, despite knowing that Linda was just the kind to give her a searing set of strokes on her bottom. Terry was almost afraid she would buck and writhe during the punishment so that all would see her in the throes of a noisy orgasm.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Linda asked with a bit of put-on formality.

\Terry grinned at the multitude and added for their benefit, "I'd like to see any of the rest of you lot grin and bare it like I am," she said resolutely. Linda liked her immediately for the challenge and determined to be stern but not severe.

As Terry bent over the back of the couch, she flipped her short pleated white skirt up, revealing a pair of rather snazzy blue hicut panties. "I guess you want my panties down too," she said to Linda a bit fearfully.

"Yes, dear," Linda responded, "but I will lower them. That is something that best prepares the naughty girl for her just disciplining."

She then put her thumbs expertly in the waistband of Terry's panties and slowly pulled them down to her calves. She put the cane between Terry's thighs and with only a small motion, made it clear that the recipient was to spread her legs apart.

Terry, and all the others, now realized that her unshaved bush was visible between her legs, along with the pinkish lips and folds of her quim. These glistened with the effusions from her womanly bits. Fortunately, Terry's blazing bright red Valentine's Day skirt took a bit of their focus away from her pudenda.

Linda now lay the thin cane across Terry's ample bottom. The redhead was quite shapely and proud of her derriere. "Now this is what happens to naughty girls, Terry," Linda intoned in her best schoolmistressy voice. Then she drew the cane back and expertly using her arm strength filtered through her wrist, snapped the cane twice quickly in succession to give the surprised Terry the double strokes that Linda had made her trademark.

"Ayyyyyyyy......owwwwwwwwwww," Terry screeched as she felt the searing strokes penetrate her poor bottom and at the same time bring on a quick cum she barely managed to suppress displaying. Most of these watching intently figured she was moving around from the pain of the cane strokes, but she knew the orgasm was also part of it.

"I think Terry has gotten the point," Linda said kindly. "You deserve a lot of credit for taking those," she added, addressing the rest of the group she was meeting for the first time. "A real caning is not all that pleasant," she said, "although...," she grinned now, "I know some of you think it might be fun to give or receive."

Terry slowly began to pull up her panties but Linda reached into her handbag and pulled out a small jar of cream that she managed to apply calmly and without much notice to Terry's inflamed striped bottom. The balm had the desired effect.

"Why thank you, Linda," Terry said, as the cooling balm put her back in her best partying spirit, "you do really know how to treat a girl the right way. Some of these guys need to learn that," she said with a throwaway chuckle.

The Party's Ripe for Caning Ch. 02



 [This story includes a good deal of disciplinary caning, some bodily functions and anal activity. Those who dislike those subjects should not proceed further. All characters are 18-years-old or older.]



It had been a satisfying first term teaching at Hamilton Hall for Linda Crawford. The 24-year-old blonde Cambridge graduate had made quite an impression on the boys at the all-boys preparatory academy nestled in the green New Hampshire hills. She had quickly won the respect that all successful masters received at Hamilton as she made sure to set strict rules and then to enforce them with gusto. The academy contained three classes, ranging from 18 to 21 years old in age, and focused on male pupils who needed extra preparation for college. There were three forms, using the English system, with Third being the most junior and First the highest.

As an English teacher, and one who had studied in England no less, Linda insisted on proper grammar and spelling, both in speech and writing. Boys who erred by repeating a grammatical mistake or making more than one spelling error knew they would receive a zero on the paper or the recitation. Linda's small green gradebook was filled with zeroes awarded for one offense or another, since she did not allow talking to each other in class, passing notes, or other forms of classroom misbehavior; most of the boys were on pins and needles each marking period, not knowing whether Miss Crawford would give them a passing or failing grade, since the zeroes meant she could in practice give them whatever grade she wanted to award.

Linda realized, however, that a large number of failures would not serve her career well, so only the most truly egregious performance earned a failing grade from her. She satisfied her need to punish by either using her small thin yellow cane on miscreants in class or by sending them to the Duty Master at the end of the day. By now, she was notorious for including specified severe extra punishments on her slips sent in a sealed envelope with the unlucky boy being punished.

Each teacher was expected to serve as Duty Master in turn. Linda's turn, as the first female teacher at the school, did not come until January; the Head had decided that she should get her bearings in class before assuming this responsibility. When she left her last class and walked to the discipline room to check out the facilities, she was met at the door by the two prefects assigned to assist in the disciplining, two members of her First Form homeroom, Larry Stoddard and Henry Aslund. 

She was aware of most of the apparatus in the room and since she had ordered numerous extra punishments, had some familiarity with the contents of the drawers that held the implements. But her eyes glistened when Henry opened one drawer and pointed out the fresh nettles that one of the maintenance crew was responsible for providing each school day. Her yearnings for her time in England were also appeased when she looked next to the nettles and saw some fresh ginger sticks all ready for use in figging unlucky students.

"Well, who do we have on today's roster?" she asked the two prefects. They handed her the sealed envelopes that had been transmitted to the discipline room that day. There were seven, as it turned out, which was probably a bit in excess of the average number. Some of the masters doubtless felt that it would be especially humiliating to send boys to be disciplined by the very attractive, young teacher.

Linda wore a dark-colored dress and always made sure she had a slip on so there never was a question of anyone at the all-male school seeing a visible panty line. She did sometimes choose a skirt-and-blouse set but again made sure she had a half-slip on. True, the boys would see the outlines of her bra and its straps but she decided that that was so common these days that she would put up with a certain amount of gaping as they sought to determine what her bust size was: they would have been delighted to see Linda's firm 36C breasts but were unlikely to ever get that opportunity. She also invariably wore heels and for special occasions such as today's service as Duty Mistress, she made sure she had seamed hose on her shapely legs.

Based on the masters' requests, the prefects had prepared the punishment list for Linda's review. She also had the actual signed forms in case there was any disagreement or if she suspected someone was being accommodated, a highly unlikely prospect. The list looked complete to her:

Name,Form,Instructor,Offense,Penalty (in strokes)

Kenneth Simpson,3rd,Mr.Jackson,Improper Language,6

Alan Janson,3rd,Mr. Winston,Tardiness,6

Barry Johnson,2nd,Mr. Grant,Talking in class,8

Stephen Grindle,2nd,Mr. Kenton,Rude conduct,12N

James Carson,2nd,Mr. Dinsmore,Unpreparedness,6F

Leland Graham,1st,Mr. Bradford,Inattention,6F

Peter Phillips,1st,Miss Crawford,Misbehavior,8N

F—figging; N--nettles

"We'll deal with the sixers first," Linda said, referring to those who would receive six strokes from her cane. "Then the simple eight," she added, leaving aside the other eight-stroke recipient, who was down for a nettles imposition as well. "And Mr. Grindle will bring up the rear," she said, with a grin to the two prefects. She understood the standard procedure, which called for the boys sentenced to be figged or be subjected to nettles to be first so that these initial steps could occur.

"Carson and Graham, attend!" Stoddard shouted in a loud voice into the anteroom where the unlucky seven awaited their fate. The two boys walked in and bowed to the pretty teacher who stood behind the massive desk. 

"You two are down for figging," Linda declared. "Bend over the edge of the desk and you're your trousers and underpants. Aslund, please proceed to fig them." Linda glanced at the referral slips and saw that Messrs. Bradford and Dinsmore had been the teachers who requested figging. She herself did appreciate the added impact of imposing this kind of special punishment with the usual cane strokes. She reminded herself to watch the two boys to see if they exhibited any noticeable signs of feeling the internal sting from the ginger as it secreted juices when inserted inside the warm precinct provided by the boys' anal openings.

The prefect carefully removed two of the fresh ginger sticks from the drawer and turned back to the two pupils now bent over the teacher's wooden desk with their bare bottoms staring at him.

"Keep your legs well apart for the insertion," Linda ordered. Linda then realized she herself had not been in the habit of adding a figging request on to her discipline slips. She confessed to her own self that she disliked the idea of forced insertions, including the placement of anything in the anus. She also recognized that her resistance to any kind of anal intercourse probably had had an influence on her failure to request figging, especially for boys, because of the homosexual overtones.

Aslund carefully held each boy's nates apart long enough to slip the slim ginger stick into each anal opening. This was not one of his favorite tasks as he disliked having to touch another male bottom.

"Pull up your pants, both of you," Linda directed, "and return to wait in the anteroom."

The two pupils did as they were told and one could already see the signs of pain on their faces as the ginger reacted to the warmth of their rectums and began to shed its stinging juice inside them.

"Now for the other two specials," Linda said, knowing that the prefects would understand she meant the two who would be subject to having nettles placed in their undershorts. Unlike her attitude toward figging, Linda recalled that since her days in England, she felt that using nettles as a punishment was both effective and humiliating. Originally she hated the form mistress in her school who had first required her to wear nettles in her knickers—as they called them—for a whole day. But now, especially since the nettles seemed to have been growing hereabouts, she regarded it as a very strong indicator of her seriousness to her pupils. 

"Grindle and Phillips, attend," Stoddard said loudly and two larger boys walked into the discipline room.

"You two," Linda said sharply, "bend over the edge of the desk and lower your trousers and undershorts. You have been sentenced to a nettles imposition prior to your canings."

The two had not been aware of this extra punishment and gasped but did as directed. Phillips, she could see, was surprised since she had been the teacher who had referred him for punishment. Linda regarded this boy as a nasty little imp who needed to be broken by severe punishment if she were to maintain good classroom order. She decided to add a bit of extra feeling to get his attention: 

"And Mr. Phillips, you will find out if you care to challenge me in future that there are more painful punishments in store for you even than having nettles in your shorts." She did not see Larry Stoddard send a knowing wink to Henry Aslund in case the latter had not noted the special disdain their Duty Mistress had shown for this First Former, for whom they also had scant respect. 

Aslund did momentarily find that he was frightened by Miss Crawford's severe tone: just what kind of more painful punishments did she have in mind? He knew as a prefect he was less likely to incur her discipline but involuntarily he started conjuring up images in his mind of the very attractive but stern teacher—the only female on staff—wreaking vengeance on the male population at the school. Although somewhere in the darkest recesses of her mind, Linda probably would not have objected to the prospect of punishing some boys where it would hurt the most, in reality she found herself turned on by the chance to see so much male equipment displayed for her. She forced herself instead to think about her reunion—and in the most sexual meaning of that word--later that day with Charles, her steady boyfriend.

Linda carefully placed the plastic gloves on her hands and reached into the drawer for two bunches of fresh stinging nettles. She took these and undid the little string tying each one as she placed it in the crotch of the "tighty-whitey" undershorts both boys had pulled down. She made sure that as she placed the bunches in the crotches that some of the nasty leaved branches would definitely touch the two boys' penises, both shaft and glans, when the undershorts were pulled up tightly as she intended to make sure occurred.

"Now pull up those undershorts and then your trousers," she continued, "and go wait in the outer room until you are recalled."

She knew that the diabolical sting of the nettles would have already started and would strengthen as the boys sat down, and the hairs on the leaves that released their stinging sensation began to react with the tender skin of the boys' genitals.

"Let's get the simple sixers done," she said to the two prefects. Stoddard responded by loudly calling on Simpson and Janson to come into the room.

Linda picked up her punishment roster and as the two boys entered told them to bend over the desk and hold tight to the other side. She then announced the punishment:

"Simpson, you are here by action of Mr. Jackson for Improper Language. You will receive six strokes. Janson, Mr. Winston sent you for Tardiness. You too will get six," she intoned.

"I assume you know the rules," she went on. "You will hold position. Any moving or release of hands gets an extra. Do it twice and I will begin the imposition from the start," she warned. "For your benefit, I will warn you that I give double-strokes. Anything resembling screaming will earn you extras as well," she advised.

With that, the blonde instructor accepted the senior cane from Larry Stoddard and stood behind Simpson. She lay the cane on his bottom and drew it back, then flicking it seemingly effortlessly twice to strike the white bottom in quick succession.

She heard the boy suck in his breath and proceeded to lay the cane above the first strokes and flicked it twice more. She heard a tiny cry but it was not loud enough to cause her to react. Finally, she lay the cane lower on the bottom, near the sensitive crease between bottom and thigh; then she drew the cane back and expertly placed the double-stroke where she had aimed. 

Simpson somehow managed not to cry out at the painful strokes and Linda proceeded to stand behind Janson. She performed the same pattern in applying the cane strokes to his somewhat more rounded bottom, and at the last, he could not restrain himself from crying out.

"That means an extra, boy," Linda responded, and drew the cane back to fire a stinging stroke that crossed the others and clearly left the recipient in severe pain. Janson kept his silence, however.

"You two may recover your clothing," Linda said, "and after I sign your slips, you may go. Be sure to return them to the teacher who sent you here."

She walked over to the table where the slips were laid out, scribbled her initials in red on both, and told Henry Aslund to hand them to the boys, which he proceeded to do. They immediately departed. 

As she nodded to Stoddard that she was ready for the next pair, he said in a loud voice, "Carson and Graham, return." Both walked in a bit unsteadily from having the figs in their rectums.

"Bend over the desk and pull your pants and shorts down again," Linda directed. She watched as each boy complied and then grasped the desk and stood with their legs apart, hoping possibly to lessen the effect of the stinging ginger by standing thus.

She checked by peering down at their bottoms to see that the figs were still in place. Then she stood behind James Carson and again announced the rules. She informed both of her double-stroke procedure as she knew that if they did not expect this, they would probably scream out of surprise.

Stoddard handed her the senior cane and she laid it on Carson's bottom, drew it back and fired the first double-stroke as she had for the other two. Carson drew in his breath and almost released his hands from the desk.

Linda found punishing boys interesting because often when their legs were spread, they were even more vulnerable than girls. With the latter, their pooching pudenda could often be seen peering through their legs, so much like the taco as to which Linda had heard female genitalia compared. But the boys, when their legs were set apart, disclosed their sensitive scrotal sacs and Linda chuckled when she even sighted an especially lengthy penis, hanging down to be visible below the scrotum.

Carson took the next two double-strokes without breaking form. Linda then stood behind Graham, whose bottom was quite lean. When she snapped the cane twice in quick succession, he must have felt it so directly that he burst out with a "Yikes!"

"You are being punished for Inattention, Graham," Linda declared. "That outburst will cost you two extras. You'd better get yourself under control or I shall keep starting over."

She decided the best course would be to get this one over, if possible. Linda got some enjoyment over punishing boys who had offended but she did not dwell on imposing her will in an overly dominating way, since the boys at Hamilton were used to being punished in this manner. She also recognized that she should adhere to the standard practice used by her male colleagues and as the prefects had advised her. Nevertheless, realizing that she would now be giving this boy extra strokes stimulated her almost involuntarily, as she felt the crotch of her panties become wetter with her own excitement.

Linda then flicked her cane on Graham's thin bottom, first a double-stroke on the middle part and then more towards the sensitive crease. The boy realized he had better get his pain receptors under control to avoid even more. 'Now the extras," Linda announced.

These were administered again as cross-strokes, according to the long tradition of the Hamilton discipline room. Linda wielded her rod expertly in applying them in criss-cross fashion, separately since the angle was different. Graham winced from the searing pain as the cane struck across the tender weals but held on for dear life.

"Aslund, please remove the figs," Linda directed, happy that she did not have to even inspect the ginger sticks before the prefect grasped each and deposited it in the waste can. She knew from experience that it frequently happened that the stick might emerge with some film or piece of fecal matter that the ginger juices had released inside the anal opening.

"Johnson," Stoddard stated loudly and a tall boy entered, slightly smiling.

"Johnson," Linda began, "you will not be smiling for long and you need to refrain from Talking in Class, as Mr. Grant has sent you here for improvement in that area."

"Yes, Ma'am," the tall boy responded, knowing not to engage the disciplinarian.

"Very well, you may assume the position over the desk and drop your trousers and shorts," Linda stated.

Johnson did as instructed and Linda took up position behind him. She noticed that he had an exceptionally long penis that she could view through his spread legs but decided that she would not focus on that aspect of his anatomy today. She proceeded to impart the three double-strokes to the usual places on his bottom and then carefully threaded the last two separate strokes between them. Johnson's bottom was mottled from the eighter and he had been gasping in his effort not to scream out after each of Linda's double-strokes and then her firm separate ones.

Linda bade him recover his clothes and dismissed him promptly.

"Phillips and Grindle, assemble," Stoddard loudly intoned, and the last two unlucky boys walked in.

Linda ordered them to get their arms across the desk and to lower their trousers and shorts. She then donned the plastic gloves again.

She came over and reached down to extract the nettle bunches from each boy's underpants, where they had nestled in the crotch. She observed the striking redness where the hairs of the leaves had irritated the tender flesh and prepared both as if their bottoms were raw meat to be pounded.

"Phillips, you will go first," she declared, as she stood behind him, cane in hand. Linda actually preferred her own thin whippy cane to the heavier senior one, so she took the slender cane from her handbag.

"I will give you four," she explained. "And then the second four. All in double-strokes," she warned. "You will learn, Mr. Phillips, not to misbehave again in my class...I trust," she added, as she had referred this boy for talking out of turn.

She lay the cane across his bare white bottom and snapped it quickly, applying the two double-strokes. There was a slight gasp but no noise. Then she lay the cane again on his bottom and applied the next two double-strokes criss-cross.

Phillips gasped and as he muttered, "Oh, shit" in a frightened tone, Linda saw that he had excreted a short stream of urine below his feet.

She summoned Larry Stoddard with her finger. "Give him a cloth to clean up," she requested. "Phillips," she said in a more serious tone, "it is a separate offense to misbehave during discipline. For urinating during punishment, you will return here tomorrow and I will put you down for six strokes." Linda was not at all displeased that Phillips had lost control and peed during the caning. By putting him down for successive days' punishments, he would of course be getting strokes tomorrow but would be forced to tell his fellows why he was being sent to the discipline room again. She decided to up the ante a bit by remarking to Larry Stoddard in a voice that she knew Phillips would hear, "I assume that losing urinary control remains fairly unusual here. It's the kind of thing I would expect at a girls' school."

The boy was now red-faced as well as red-striped on his bottom and winced at the new, severe imposition as he bent down to wipe the floor dry from his excretion. She reached for the drawer with punishment slips and filled one out to give him, and entered merely "Misbehavior during punishment" and signed and sealed the envelope. "Next time," she warned him, "I will put down exactly how you misbehaved during punishment."




The Party's Ripe for Caning Ch. 02



"You may now leave," she added.

She turned to Grindle, who was down for two sixers for apparent rudeness to Kenton, who was known to be a demanding maths instructor.

"Grindle," she began, "I hope you have learned not to trifle with Mr. Kenton. I gather you must have caused a stir for him to request the nettling." 

"If I may speak, Miss," Grindle responded, and Linda nodded that he could, "I am already very sorry that I behaved so poorly with Mr. Kenton. I can assure you that it shall not happen again."

Linda made a note to sidle up to Kenton in the faculty lounge one day to learn what had happened. Most of the boys were deathly afraid of the maths instructor. 

"Right then, Grindle," Linda resumed. "Let's have those pants and shorts right down and bend over the desk. I shall give you three double-strokes and then a rest before the next three."

She was true to her word and stood behind the boy, who she could see was very nervous. She lay the cane across his narrow bottom and now routinely applied the three double-strokes, two in the middle, then two down by the crease, and two at the top of the bottom.

The boy winced but held his scream inside. 

"Are you all right, Grindle?" she asked before proceeding to the second sixer.

"I am, Ma'am," he replied, uncertainly, "but I'm afraid I suddenly have a very strong need to use the toilet."

"I will allow you to urinate, if that is what you need to do, Grindle," she said plainly, "but it will cost you an extra two."

The boy nodded his head in assent and Linda motioned to Aslund to place a large bucket in front of him.

Grindle proceeded to pee in front of Miss Crawford and the two male prefects. Linda figured he had overheard the treatment afforded Phillips when that boy had been so unfortunate as to pee while being punished. Now Linda realized to her discomfort that she too would need to pee soon—she figured this all had stimulated her bladder.

Henry Aslund picked up the bucket and after requesting permission from Miss Crawford, took it into the rear lavatory and emptied it into the toilet there, flushing only after he closed the door.

"Very well, Grindle," Linda said, "we shall complete your exercise." She stood behind him and placed the thin cane on his cheeks at the middle. Then with a natural motion she drew it back and applied another of her nasty double-strokes. Grindle was clearly feeling it and barely managed to retain position. Linda knew she had him on the edge.

She lay the cane on his bottom again and applied a double-stroke to the lower sensitive part and then another quickly to the top. He wheezed and even jostled but held position.

"You've done quite well, Grindle," Linda complimented the Second Former. "Too bad your bladder has betrayed you and earned you these two extras."

With that, she picked up the heavier senior cane, lay it across his bottom and snapped it twice over the other strokes. Grindle drew in his breath and then loudly exhaled. He had survived, somehow.

"You may recover your clothing, Grindle," Linda intoned, as she signed his slip. After she handed it to him and he managed to utter the ritual "thank you, Miss" to her, he was dismissed and walked out.

"Well, gentlemen," Linda turned to Larry and Henry with a smile. "That wasn't too bad for my first outing, now was it?" She was clearly pleased with her carrying out her disciplinary duties.

The two prefects were quite impressed with her business-like attitude and refusal to tolerate any failures to adhere to the rigid rules governing discipline at Hamilton. They had wondered what a female teacher would be like but they were developing a clear liking for Linda Crawford. In fact, both wished they just that much older to be able to approach her in a romantic way.

Both prefects quickly responded by telling the Duty Mistress how well they thought she had handled the session. "Miss," Larry concluded for them both, "I've not seen any teacher conduct themselves any more smoothly. We appreciated the chance to serve you this afternoon."

Linda thanked them profusely but correctly and gave them leave to go. She wrapped up her things, put her cane back in her large handbag, and before leaving, made use of the small lavatory in the rear to "powder her nose." As she sat on the toilet and listened to her strong stream make quite a noise as it hit the water in the bowl, she reached down when the pee stream diminished and allowed herself a quick touch around her vulval region. She smiled to herself as she felt the wetness and enjoyed the lovely feminine scent she exuded. Pulling up her panties and letting her dress fall back in place, she strode out of the chamber to her car.

When she arrived at her house, Charles Houston, her regular boyfriend, was waiting.

"I had my first time as Duty Mistress today, Charles darling," she gushed. "You should know that I caned seven boys, and gave one 14 strokes."

"I fear for all the male bottoms at Hamilton during your reign," Charles said in a light vein.

"If I weren't so tuckered out," Linda grinned, "I'd use that cane on yours."

But when Charles took her in his arms and escorted her to her bedroom, she gleefully allowed him to unzip her in the rear, unhook her bra, slip off her slip and seamed hose, and finally slide down her gorgeous Harvey Nichols pale blue undies. Charles loved taking off his girl friend's lovely lingerie, but he then hurried to shed his own nice suit, tie, shirt, and boxers and quickly joined her under the covers.

"Charlie darling,' she cooed, "get inside me. I'm so wet I could scream from watching all those bottoms I flayed."

He couldn't resist teasing her hard nipples that lurched up from her marvelous breasts but soon Charles obeyed her request by thrusting his very firm member smoothly into her well-lubed vaginal sheath to give her the first-class fucking she needed.

"Omigosh, dear," she whispered, "you know that I don't mind the caning part at all, but seeing all that male equipment, darling, just made me think about how much I wanted you, wanted you right that second!"

Charles kept thrusting in and out of Linda's delightfully snug snatch until he felt her inner muscles clamping on him and the glint in her eye told him he could let himself go. He was incredibly turned on by Linda Crawford and even though he had little desire to be on the receiving end of her cane or any other punishment implement, it was such fun at parties when others who clearly enjoyed that kind of thing sidled up to Linda and eventually found their bottom bared with the group enthralled in watching Linda wield her cane, tawse, or other tool of her trade.

Linda too was thinking about how well Charles satisfied her in bed, how nicely his member filled her love channel, and how warm and loved she felt in his arms with him deep inside her. She knew it was good she had him so she would not even be tempted to get involved with any of the faculty at Hamilton, some of whom were handsome, she recalled. And of course she knew how crazy it would be for her to fall for one of the more well-equipped pupils. 

She had permitted herself momentarily during the Duty Mistress session to imagine what the two prefects would look like with their bottoms bared for her cane but let the thought pass away quickly. Linda had not won her honors at Cambridge by spreading her legs for the next good-looking man she met. And underneath the incredible sexual tension that did exist at Hamilton—she appreciated that if she were not there, the undertone of homoerotic lust would appear even stronger than it already did—she enjoyed the experience of teaching pupils who mostly behaved themselves.



The Party's Ripe for Caning Ch. 03



 [This story takes place in a prep school which prepares pupils for three years after high school for university, from ages 18-20. Previous chapters explored Miss Crawford's introduction to the strict disciplinary regimen as the first female teacher of the boys' school.]



Linda Crawford now had completed her second full year as an English teacher at Hamilton Hall. Linda was now 26, still blonde and quite attractive, and very capable of controlling her all-boys' classes at the prep academy, where the pupils ranged between 18 and 21. Mr. Henderson, the Head, had taken a chance when he hired her as the first female on the teaching staff but now relied on her as a mainstay of his faculty.

Linda's time at various traditional British schools imbued her with the view that corporal punishment was an admirable tool for the pedagogue. Hamilton Hall was one of the rare schools in the U.S. that retained this by now rare practice. Masters had instructed boys for generations to lower their trousers and bend over for the cane. Serious offenses were the responsibility of the day's Duty Master, who conducted punishment sessions at the end of the day, assisted by prefects. The most egregious cases were referred to the Head, who was known to use such extreme measures as the triangle and the birching block when deemed necessary.

By now, the undercurrent of school gossip informed new pupils that Miss Crawford, despite her being the sole female adornment of the faculty, was not one to be trifled with. She had become a most feared Duty Mistress and when she felt a boy was testing her mettle, she did not hesitate to write down added refinements on the sealed punishment slip that went to the afternoon's Duty Master. These included figging and nettles.

This term, the school had ventured in a new direction. A first experimental class of girls had been accepted and were being taught together in an all-girls section. They did have Miss Crawford for their English teacher and the Head had told her that he expected she would be the recipient of any special problems any of the girls might encounter.

The first English class was when Linda decided some special orientation was needed. Shebegan her talk with some background:

"I assume that none of you arrived here without knowing that this school is run in the British tradition. And that means that disobedient pupils are punished in class or sent to the Duty Master or Mistress at the end of the day. Punishment, by the way, means corporal punishment, at the discretion of the teacher, you will be told to lift your skirt and lower your panties before bending over the desk."

One girl, Amanda Griffin, couldn't restrain herself from letting out a small sigh of disdain. She raised her hand and was recognized to speak by Linda.

"Do you mean, Miss," she said, "that girls as well as the boys will be caned on the bare in front of the class?"

"That is exactly what I mean, Miss Griffin," Linda replied crisply. "This school believes in serious discipline when pupils do not behave properly. After you have been disciplined, believe me, you will likely strive to avoid a repetition. Now there should be no need for me to note that there will be absolutely no tolerance of improper conduct between teachers and pupils. Two of you will be selected as prefects and as such, one of you will be present with the Duty Master or Mistress whenever a girl is down on the list for punishment. And you all will be present in class as witnesses if a Master determines to discipline someone in class."

Linda decided to warn them of other unusual aspects of the school's disciplinary policy. "The school insists on personal standards of cleanliness being observed," she began. "So you may be subjected to inspection at any time. I would strongly advise always wearing clean underpants and bras. The Matron has been known to inspect boys and girls prior to meals and any teacher may conduct an inspection if there is any reason to suspect failure to comply with standards. If you are discovered to have stains in your panties, for example, you may expect to have them lowered and your bottom subjected to the cane."

With that, Linda moved smartly into her initial lecture and laid out her schedule of grammar, literature, and composition. She saw immediately that two girls seated near the rear of her room, Ashley Wilby, a tall willowy blonde, and Mary Jane Kenison, who was a well-proportiond and well-endowed auburn-haired girl who looked old for her age, exchanged broad smiles when Linda was discussing the possibility of inspection. She decided this was an opportunity to make an impression on these girls who had not been used to the regimen of a traditional boys school like Hamilton Hall.

"You two in the back—Ashley and Mary Jane, I believe?—come up to my desk right now," Linda said in a loud but not shouting voice.

When the two slowly walked to the front, not at all happy to be singled out by the lone female teacher on the first day of school, Linda observed the somewhat fearful looks on their faces.

"Did you two think there was something funny about my description of inspections?" she asked rather strongly.

"No, Miss," Ashley responded first, "we were only realizing that this was quite different from our other school."

"Yes," her friend Mary Jane joined in, "we meant no harm, Miss."

"Well, that's good," Linda said, also smiling. "Because I think you two will do well as our class's first examples of how we inspect here. Bend over my desk and lift your skirts, girls."

The two 18-year-olds were taken aback by Linda's crisp and to them, humiliating, order. But they clumsily bent over the teacher's large desk and then pulled their skirts up, disclosing shiny white and pink panties, respectively.

The rest of the girls in the class sat there with mouths open. None had attended a school with this kind of discipline.

One girl raised her hand. Linda recognized her with a nod and then asked her to state her name.

"I'm Maisie Abbott, Miss," the blonde-haired girl said with some confidence. "May I ask if this kind of inspection will be also done by the other teachers, who are all men?"

"You may ask, Maisie," Linda answered, "and the answer is yes. If you are to be disciplined, there will be a female staff member or prefect in attendance but all inspections tend to occur in the presence of others, so we do not concern ourselves about your being embarrassed since there is scant opportunity for any improper behavior under those circumstances."

"Now Ashley and Mary Jane," she said, returning to the two whose panties were on display. "Lower your panties to your knees and turn the gussets up for my viewing."

The girls were again taken aback by her order but complied and Linda and the class were now staring at two girlish bare white bottoms.

Linda proceeded to bend far enough to give the panty gussets a look. She saw several stains in each.

"Both of you would fail panty inspection," she announced. "I will not embarrass you today by detailing the particular stains I observed but suffice it to say that you would have been sent after class today to the Duty Master or Mistress. This is not something you would have enjoyed. Please regard this as more than fair warning, ladies. You may pull up your pants and return to your seats."

The two chastened girls quickly took themselves right back to their seats and Linda resumed the class, assigning some reading and some grammar exercises.

***

One week into the term, it appeared that the girls had settled into the routine of Hamilton Hall. In view of the increased scrutiny of any teachers anywhere who dared to take any step that might be questioned by the school authorities or parents or others, the male teachers had taken a careful approach to disciplining.

Whenever any girl misbehaved in a way that in the time of all-boys enrollment would have resulted in a quick caning, the master would send a girl in the class to the school office to arrange for a female teacher to join the master in administering the discipline. Linda Crawford had been the only female teacher but now the head had recruited two young women who seemed to have the makings of a Hamilton Hall Mistress.

Joan Wortham and Annabel Lansing had both taught at traditional girls' schools. These had also been modeled on the British public schools for girls and their traditions included subjecting misbehaving pupils to the cane, usually over the skirt, occasionally over the panties, and in the discretion of the Mistress, when behavior was especially serious, on the bare bottom.

Both Joan and Annabel had caned girls on their bare bottoms and assured Mr. Henderson that they had no problem employing this form of punishment for both the girls and boys in their classes. The Head tried to arrange the three Mistress's schedules so that one would be available at most times to be dispatched to a Master's class when a girl was to be disciplined. Mr. Henderson had spoken to the entire faculty about the matter at the opening term meeting.

"I know this seems peculiar and a bit cumbersome," he said plainly, "but we shan't endanger any of you or the school by allowing anyone to question discipline. So if a girl is to be disciplined, and the teacher is male, the Master shall notify my office immediately by sending a class member as courier and I will arrange to have one of the three Mistresses join your class speedily. I trust all of you completely but I'm sure you understand that by utilizing this procedure, we shall avoid any difficulties."

Linda decided to spice the meeting up and also demonstrate that the female teachers were far from soft-hearted types when it came to upholding school discipline.

"Headmaster," she asked, "one of our new Mistresses, Joan, has taught in England and unlike me, who just went to university there, she had occasion to observe how schools like our's discipline pupils. She also spent time with some teachers with experience in India. Based on what she has told me, I was intending to propose that we sanction the use of what is called murga punishment as an added option for faculty members when they feel an alternative like this will prove effective."

Mr. Henderson smiled and responded with a smile, "Linda, I think that is quite a good proposal. I myself have had some experience in the subcontinent so I'm familiar with the punishment you mentioned. But I do feel you had better escribe it for the rest of the faculty, not all of whom may be familiar with this."

"Thank you, Headmaster," Linda continued, "but I really think we should let Joan tell us about it because she has not only heardabout directly from teachers who have used it but she has seen it demonstrated.. 

With that, she smiled at Joan Wortham, who stood up, only slightly nervous in her first appearance before this largely male faculty. Joan was in her 30s and sported an attractive wedge-cut of her auburn hair atop a trim body that resulted from her regular workouts in the faculty exercise room. She began, "I'll be quite pleased to describe the murga position: it requires squatting and then looping the arms behind the knees and firmly holding the ears. Having to hold the ears is what makes it extremely painful more than any other corporal punishment. It can become very painful after a few minutes. 

"So, to repeat," she summarized, "it features requiring the misbehaving pupil—male or female I might add—to place their hands beneath their legs and pull on their ears when their head has been lowered between their legs. It is usual to require them to squat as they get into this position. It is also normal for the teacher to watch this carefully to be sure they are in the proper position and that they are indeed pulling on their ears.

"This is quite a difficult position to maintain," she added. "Pupils will begin to feel strained and frightened after only a few minutes in the murga position. Some teachers will then order the pupil to try to walk while remaining in the position. This is quite difficult and I would advise against use of this refinement. Headmaster, with your permission and Linda's more than kind cooperation, I will now demonstrate the position."

Linda, who was wearing a bright red blouse and navy skirt that came down to her knees, then stood and while squatting, placed her hands beneath her legs and grasped her ears as she lowered her head between her legs. The on-looking faculty was impressed with her lithe ability to assume what clearly looked to be quite an uncomfortable position.

Linda held the position for about two minutes to show the teachers that it did not take long for her to begin experiencing the strain and pain.

"You will note that this punishment is, in my view, quite as severe as a good caning," Joan commented. "And it is equally appropriate for boys and girls. I would recommend that as you begin to award this punishment, you limit the time the pupil is in it to about three minutes. After a few times, this may be lengthened but we do not want the pupils to conclude that maintaining the position is impossible."

"Gentlemen," she added, looking at the men in the room, "you may wish to call for one of us or a prefect because in view of the short skirts on our girls' school uniforms. Having a girl assume the murga position will frequently expose her underpants. Fortunately, Linda as a teacher is wearing a skirt somewhat longer than the school uniform for the girls."

It wasn't long after the meeting that Joan had occasion to employ the murga punishment in her math class. Two of the boys were constantly whispering toward the rear of the room and soon, Joan's patience was exhausted. She summoned both Arthur Grimes and Kent Benson to the front.

"You two don't seem to accept that chatting with each other during class is not permitted," Joan stated. "I am going to punish you in a somewhat different way. This punishment is used in other parts of the world."

She then told both of the boys to squat and loop their arms beneath their thighs and pull on their ears with the hands. She helped both of them assume this contorted position but then warned them to keep pulling and to stay in the uncomfortable squatting position.

The two boys were both 19, in the middle prep year, and figured this was better than the usual caning they were accustomed to receiving from masters as punishment. This mistake in thinking started to come through to them very quickly. After only about ten seconds, both realized that this was a position akin to slow torture. They began to plead with Miss Wortham to allow them to put their hands down to support the squat.

"Absolutely not," Joan intoned. "If either of you removes his hands from the ears, you will be put on the Duty List for today and I'm sure you'd like to avoid that."

She made them stay that way despite constant whining which turned to very pitiful pleading, but then finally gave them permission to stand. This was not easily accomplished due to the pain they had endured from the squatting position and the pulling on their ears. Both were more than happy to return to their seats, much chastened.

Word quickly circulated about the school concerning the new punishment. Most of the girls in the new all-girls class had transferred from other private schools because parents felt that the tradition of strong discipline at Hamilton Hall was something their daughters needed. Several had not totally recognized that the masters and mistresses were serious about disciplining—different teachers employed the cane, the tawse, their hand, and now, the murga position. 

Linda also realize that the murga position might serve a purpose akin to corner time, when the offense was more serious. She was in the midst of a literature lecture when she saw in the corner of her eye Nancy Stanley and Irene Cornwall exchange notes. She quickly summoned both to the front. Then she made them assume the sitting murga position but flipped up their short uniform skirts so that their panties were on display.

When both girls protested, she told them that their panties would come down later—for their canings. The two turned bright red in the face and started feeling the slow pain of trying to maintain the uncomfortable murga position. The classroom was deadly quiet as the other girls now understood that this new punishment was diabolical.

Nancy started feeling that her thighs and calves were going numb, and Irene was in constant pain from pulling on her ears. The worst part, she felt, was that Miss Crawford kept a steady glance on the two of them and would bend down and give a hand a tug to emphasize the ear-pulling.

Joan Wortham had told Linda that what would make a real impression was to make the pupil walk while in the squatting murga position. Linda now ordered Nancy and Irene to hold the position and to start walking.

"This is called the murga parade," she said, as both girls hobbled around and felt as awful as they looked. The lesson was not wasted on the rest of the girls in the class. Linda was surprised at how well-behaved the group became after the exhibition of Nancy and Irene being put their paces in murga.



The Party's Ripe for Caning Ch. 04



This story does involve bodily functions and humiliations so those offended by these topics should read no further. All characters are 18 or over.

*****

Linda Crawford noticed that student behavior in her classes—both the majority, which were all boys, and the one all-girls class—seemed much improved of late with all pupils very careful to avoid being seen chatting with one another during class nor doing anything else to elicit the strict punishment from their teacher for which Hamilton Hall, a prep school for university, was famous.

Linda, a charming-looking lithe blonde in her late 20s, had been the first female teacher hired by the very traditional school, which unlike most others and because all of its pupils were at least 18, eschewed the lax discipline of most U.S. schools and favored use of corporal punishment. Each master or mistress had a thin cane in their possession; other implements, such as tawses and straps, were commonly used as well.

This term, Linda had been joined by two new mistresses, Joan Wortham and Annabel Lansing. Both had experience teaching in the U.K. and thus with imposing physical punishment. Joan had been prompted by Linda to demonstrate with her to the faculty the use of a form of punishment Joan had learned about from an Indian colleague. This was called murga punishment.

When a teacher used it, he or she ordered the pupil to loop his or her arms beneath the legs (usually the thighs) and grasp each ear with the hands and pull. It was difficult for anyone to maintain the standing position for very long so the teacher usually had the pupil squat to get into position. Either way after two or three minutes, the pupil would be in severe pain and embarrassment.

Joan and Linda became the first two teachers to use this punishment regularly. It seemed easier than either caning a pupil in class or putting them on the Duty List for the Duty Master or Mistress to deal with after the school day. Linda usually increased the embarrassment factor by requiring the girl or boy to lower their panties or shorts before assuming the murga position.

Today, Joan, whose subjects were biology and chemistry, noticed a boy chatting with a girl near the back of her class. She had volunteered to conduct one of the first mixed-sex classes so it may well have been the newness of the chance to speak so closely to a member of the opposite sex that prompted these two to defy the strong rule at Hamilton Hall that forbid students from talking to one another during a class.

Joan snapped, "You two, you know who you are in the back, you are talking, so get up here to the front right now!"

Deirdre Turner and Ken Nelson shamefacedly walked to the front of the class.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Wortham," Deirdre began, "I had completely forgotten that class had begun."

Joan looked at the two of them and said only, "You know that this is totally against the rules. So both of you strip from the waist down."

Deirdre was horrified that her most intimate areas would be exposed in front of a class of boys as well as girls.. Ken was also upset but more because he felt he had gotten his new girlfriend into such awful trouble. He had seen Miss Wortham impose murga punishment and he feared for the worst.

When both were bared from their waists down, with Deirdre's plentiful dark-colored pubes on full display and Ken's rather sizeable 8-inch cock, Miss Wortham had them face the front wall so the class saw only their pale bottoms, and issued the feared order.

"You will assume the squatting murga position," she intoned. The two pleaded for something other than the painful, humiliating murga punishment.

"No," Joan answered, "you need to learn to obey the rules."

The class watched as Deirdre and Ken slowly squatted and slipped their arms under their legs and grasped their ears. They began sighing and pleading with Miss Wortham to let them out of the painful position.

Joan continued her class for a while and then told Deirdre and Ken to stand. It was clear that squatting in the murga position had made them both aware of how awful this punishmentwas.

Miss Wortham now placed two chairs on either side of her desk facing the class. She ordered both punished pupils to get on the chairs on the knees facing front. Both grimaced as their bare bottoms would be facing the class.

Once they were kneeling on the chairs, Joan reached into her desk drawer and extracted two tail-pieces and a small tube of lubricant. She donned a plastic glove and took a dab of lube and inserted a lubed gloved finger into Deirdre's cute little anal opening. The girl gasped to feel a finger in her most private orifice. Joan proceeded to do the same for Ken, who now had an erection that was stimulated by Joan's finger massaging his prostate. 

Then she took the two tail-pieces which had a buttplug at the end and once inserted, an embarrassing tail sticking out. She had the two remain in that humiliating posture for ten minutes and then allowed them to stand, retrieve their underwear and skirt and trousers. They then returned to their seats.

Joan continued her class impervious to the distraction and none of the pupils dared make a sound unless called on by the petite, auburn-haired teacher, who had demonstrated she was not to be trifled with.

****

Later that day, Joan and Annabel visited Linda's rooms at the faculty residence wing for an after-hours drink. 

"I understand you administered quite an impressive bit of murga discipline today, Joanie," Linda chuckled as she poured some white wine for her two colleagues and herself.

"Yes," Joan smiled, "I decided that it was a good way to cut out the chatter that these students seem unable to control...until I put a pair—a boy and girl—into squatting murga position."

"For how long did you make them do that?" Annabel, who was familiar with the British use of cane and tawse but not the Indian murga punishment, asked.

"Oh, I knew they'd have trouble holding it for too long so I let them stand after about three minutes," Joan answered, "but then I had them kneeling on chairs with the backsides facing the class and I inserted cute little tails in their tushees!"

"How charming, Joanie!" Linda exclaimed. "I have a feeling that Mr. Henderson will be quite amazed at how effectively you are establishing new standards for student behavior here.

"Have you had any experiences yet in administering punishment? Linda asked the red-haired statuesque Annabel.

"Yes, Linda, you busybody," Annabel grinned. "And I have a feeling you might get a kick out of this one, too, Joan. I had a round of girls asking to go to the girls' room. When I let two go and they didn't return fairly soon, I sent another to check and all three returned, laughing.

"Soon, another girl came up to my desk and barely repressed a smile when she asked for permission," Annabel went on. "I smiled in return and said that she would have to wait for a while."

"Her face blanched and she whispered to me," Annabel reported. "She said, 'Miss Lansing, I'm sorry but I really really have to go. She was now pleading in a high-pitched but quiet voice.

"I told her that the girls had been abusing this privilege and she would have to hold it," Annabel smiled to her colleagues.

"She shamefacedly returned to her seat and soon I heard a little cry and walked back there," Annabel said, "and saw her crying and a puddle beneath her seat. She had peed her panties. When I told her to stand she told me she had lost control and that she had also done a jobbie in her panties.

"I told her I was sorry for her embarrassment," Annabel went on, "and told the girl next to her to walk her to the girls room to clean herself."

"That's quite a good one," Linda commented. "You two are helping establish quite a nice image for women teachers here. I love it."

Joan now chimed in. "You know," she told her friends, "putting the tails in the bottoms of those two exposed them more because the buttplug tends to get them to spread their legs so the whole class had a nice view of Deirdre's vulva and Ken's scrotum and penis."

"I'd like to try murga again to see just how hard it is to hold the position," Linda said.

Joan and she stood and the pretty blonde teacher then squatted and put her arms under her legs and pulled on her ears.

"Very good, Linda," Joan smiled. "Now let's try to have you walk. It's easier in the flats you have on. But it will be difficult."

Linda started to try to walk and barely avoided falling over. 

"Wow," she gurgled, "this is very very hard."

"Yes it is," Joan said, as she commended Linda who now had managed to take a few steps and then gasped but renewed her effort to waddle without falling over.

"Linda, you have just performed a more advanced form of murga punishment called 'murga parade'," Joan observed.

Linda stood and thanked Joan for her demonstrating the punishment with her.

"I used my variation with the tails based on what I learned from my Indian colleague," Joan told the two. "This punishment does show how severe Indian teachers have been able to be, although now murga punishment is severely restricted and barred in most places there.

"But when it was more common, my colleague told me," Joan said, "the teachers would add to the embarrassment by making the older students—18 and up—bend over in standing murga out in the sun and then they might stick things in the exposed anal openings.  

"Ooh," Linda grinned, "those people do put us to shame—even the Brits—when it comes to knowing how to humiliate, I suppose."

"Yes," Annabel chimed in, "and I daresay that word will get around that it's not a good idea to come to class needing to use the toilet, either."



The Party's Ripe for Caning Ch. 05



This is a series of stories about the impact of the new female teachers at the traditional school for boys 18 and over, Hamilton Hall, dedicated to preparing them for college but insistent on retaining corporal punishment. The school first hired Linda Crawford and now has both enrolled girls over 18 and brought on two more female teachers. There is some reference to bodily functions and significant physical punishments, so if those things are offensive to you, read no further. All characters are 18 or over.

*****

Annabel Lansing was thoroughly enjoying her first term teaching at Hamilton Hall. Annabel had been a clever student when at university in Britain and had learned how to teach effective while controlling a classroom at two of England's premier "public" schools (which in the fine English obscurantist tradition, of course means famed private or independent schools). 

While Annabel had not gone to a school where girls were disciplined physically—by the time she came along, Britain had pretty much abolished caning and all corporal punishment—she had learned about it from older teachers in the schools where she got her initial pedagogical training there. And the statuesque red-haired Annabel had even had the opportunity to spend a term visiting a renowned private school where teachers were still permitted to use the cane in their best judgment.

Annabel taught both history and world literature courses at the school and was regarded by Mr. Henderson, the headmaster, as a valuable addition to the faculty because of her breadth of subject capability. Pupils soon became aware of her strictness under her smiling countenance. 

One girl found out early in the term when Miss Lansing denied her request to go to the girls' room after several girls had disappeared there and had to be retrieved by a prefect. When this girl who genuinely needed to use the toilet pleaded and was still refused permission by Annabel, she proceeded to pee in her seat and Annabel came by to observe both the tell-tale yellow puddle under her seat as well as the girl's poop-filled panties. She was now dispatched with another prefect to the girls' room.

That day, Annabel presided as Duty Mistress for the first time. The Duty Master or Mistress was in charge of the after-school disciplinary session to which other teachers would send misbehaving pupils. Mr. Henderson encouraged use of this procedure to avoid extended interruptions of classes for punishment purposes. 

Annabel arrived at the Duty Room, well outfitted with punishment implements and add-ons. The two prefects assigned that day were waiting for her. They were Elaine Winters and Barry Jordan, two third-year students. Both were experienced in serving the Duty teacher so they presented the list of those sent to the room for disciplining.

"First, there's Deirdre Turner and Ken Nelson, the two who misbehaved in Miss Wortham's class. She has sent them here for further disciplining. And then there's Laurence Tisdale, whom Mr. Kent has referred for looking at his neighbor's test paper. Finally, Miss, there's Susan Smithwick, the girl who lost control of her functions in your class. We expected you would send her here when we heard how badly she behaved," Elaine said rather bluntly.

"Sounds like a relatively simple day then here," Annabel responded with a pleasant smile. "We'll deal with the pair from Miss Wortham first, but bring everyone in right now at the start."

Barry and Elaine were surprised since usually pupils were summoned in sequence, but Barry went to the door and motioned to the anxious four to step into the discipline room. They stepped in and Annabel faced them with a stern look.

"All right," Annabel said, in her sternest tone, as she stood at the desk where her thin cane lay menacingly so all could observe its presence. "I want all of you to line up there facing the wall, then the boys will lower their trousers and shorts, and the girls will lift their skirts and lower their panties. Then bend over toward the wall. You needn't grasp your ankles but I want to see four bare bottoms facing me."

All complied quickly, as they realized that the new teacher was going to be doing things differently. Those who had experienced the classroom discipline of the three female teachers were very worried about what would follow, in view of the severe punishments the three had already imposed. Word had spread speedily, as it always does in these school settings.

"You two were sent by Miss Wortham," she began, meaning Deirdre and Ken. "I gather you were so ill-behaved as to be conversing during her class."

"Miss, respectfully," Deirdre, who had never been disciplined by a Duty Master or Mistress before, managed to respond, while remaining bent over, "Miss Wortham punished us quite severely by making us assume that new position—the murga position I believe it is called. Please consider limiting our punishment here. That was an awful way to punish us for just talking, which I admit we shouldn't have been doing."

"Turner," Annabel replied crisply, "and this goes for you, too, Nelson," she quickly added, "those who are sent here in no way are permitted to question the decision of the faculty member who has awarded them this punishment. It is then in my sole discretion to determine the appropriate discipline here and I am not at all pleased by your arguing about Miss Wortham's imposition."

"I intend to punish you appropriately," Annabel then stated quite bluntly. 

She then motioned to the two prefects to hand her five of the ginger figs kept in the storage cooler in the Duty Room. Elaine marveled at the clear intent of the request: that Miss Lansing intended to fig all of these misbehaving pupils as an opening imposition.

Annabel now stood first behind Deirdre, who was the furthest at the left end of the lineup.

"I'm now going to fig all of you for the duration of this session," she said. "For those of you unfamiliar with this imposition, it means you are getting a ginger stick inserted in your anus. The sting will remind you of why you were sent here. Anyone who pleads for its removal will have their regular punishment doubled."

Annabel took one of the ginger sticks, which Elaine had lubed at the business ends, and gently inserted it and slid it into Deirdre's cute little anal rosette. Deirdre let out a little cry but otherwise did not move or shout out.

Next, Ken felt the insidious ginger fig pushed into his anal opening and clenched, only to open his cheeks as he felt the ginger begin to sting him inside.

"Yes, boy," Annabel commented, "the ginger fig usually cuts down on clenching like you just tried."

Next she placed a ginger stick neatly into Laurence Tisdale's boyish bottom-hole and he cringed but neither clenched nor made any noise.

Finally, there was Susan Smithwick, who started crying softly the moment Annabel deftly placed the fig into Susan's petite little anus.

Addressing Deirdre and Ken, Annabel announced, "You will both sit yourselves down over there and wait while I deal with the others."

"May we be excused while that happens?" Deirdre daringly inquired.

"You absolutely may not," Annabel, now really annoyed, snapped at her. "Both of you sit down over there right now unless you want added punishment for your effrontery."

Turning to Laurence, Annabel began, "Tisdale, apparently Mr. Kent caught you cheating. That is a significant offense, of which I'm certain you are fully aware."

"Yes, Miss," the boy responded quietly. "I didn't intend to cheat and I didn't cheat, Miss. I did glance at Harry's paper but Mr. Kent caught me before I could see anything. You are right to punish me, but I hope you can recognize that I've never done this before and didn't get anything unfairly as a result."

"Tisdale," Annabel now intoned, "you intended to cheat and only Mr. Kent's speedy intervention stopped you. Now position yourself over the horse over there," she ordered, pointing to the punishment horse.

Tisdale complied without further argument, and Elaine and Barry quickly secured his hands and feet with the leather straps on the horse.

Annabel then picked up the thin punishment cane, lay it across his thin bottom, and applied three quick strokes to his pale cheeks, quickly and one right beneath the other.

Laurence gasped then screamed at the third stroke.

"Good, Tisdale," Annabel remarked, "I see I'm having a good effect on you."

Elaine smiled at Barry that connoted her feeling that Miss Lansing was certainly up to the requirements of an effective Duty Mistress.

Annabel now resumed her caning of the boy, and lay three more strokes, diabolically lower on his bottom near the crease with his thighs and now he screamed at each painful stroke.

"I'm letting you off with a sixer this time, Tisdale," she now stated, "and you'd better keep your eyes on your own work from now on or you'll be quite a sorry young man if I see you here again."

"Yes, Miss," he quickly acknowledged.

"Winters, remove his fig," Annabel directed and the senior prefect complied and extracted the ginger stick from Laurence's anus, watching as it emerged with a slight popping sound.

"Pull up your clothes and you may go," Annabel said. "Elaine, see that he signs the book; Smithwick, you're next."

The surprised Susan Smithwick stood and walked to stand in front of Miss Lansing, close to tears.

"Miss Lansing," she managed to get out, "I thought that being embarrassed as I was this afternoon in your class was punishment enough. Can't you let me off after that horror?"

"Smithwick," Annabel said sternly, "you lost control when you were not allowed to leave the room and you know that you are expected to take care of your personal needs before class."

The girl gasped at the response and Annabel now told her to bend over the horse so that the prefects could strap her in." Susan blanched and asked, "Miss, in front of everyone, with the boys" she pointed to Barry Jordan and Ken Nelson—"seeing this?"

"Smithwick, get over that horse now or you will be very sorry if I have to have Winters lower them for you. Just for that, you will keep the fig inserted during your punishment," she said very firmly.

Susan rapidly complied and was now bare-assed over the horse, the ginger stick looming prominently from her cute anal opening, and the prefects strapped her legs and arms in. 

Annabel stepped over and retrieved her cane. She laid it on Smithwick's bottom and slowly applied six stinging strokes to the girl's bare cheeks. Susan was stalwart for the first two and then began pleading for the caning to end.

"Smithwick, I'm quite tired of your whining," Annabel said very crossly. "For your constant complaining, you will be wearing punishment panties for the remainder of the day and all day tomorrow. You will report to me tomorrow after class wearing them."

Elaine looked amazed at the teacher's imposing a punishment the prefect had rarely seen imposed in her time at Hamilton Hall. She efficiently walked to the cabinet where supplies were kept and took out a pair of small pink panties that had two small plugs—meant for vaginal and rectal insertion—attached in the proper spots in the gusset. She then handed these to Miss Lansing.

"Take those panties all the way off, Smithwick," Annabel ordered.

The girl complied, holding her regulation school knickers in her hand.

"Now put these on," Annabel directed. "Winters, help her pull them up so the...inserts are in the correct openings."

Elaine smiled at the stricken Susan as she helped the latter step into the little panties and tug them up, carefully aiming the two plugs at Susan's shaved vaginal opening and her cute little anal rosette.

"Ooh, Miss," Susan couldn't stop herself from saying, "those prongs are right inside me and it feels rather strange...and dirty."

"Well, Smithwick," Annabel responded with wry flavor in her voice, "you've dirtied yourself quite a bit today so I think you deserve to feel somewhat soiled since you clearly have been accustomed to that state."

"You may lower your skirt, Smithwick, and leave," Annabel added. "And I expect to see you tomorrow wearing those panties when you arrive to see me after class."

"Yes, Miss Lansing," the bereft girl managed to stammer. "Thank you for disciplining me."

"You're quite welcome, Smithwick," Annabel answered as the girl then departed, walking a bit peculiarly with the plugs in her vagina and anus.

"Right then," Annabel proceeded, "Turner and Nelson, get over here. Bend over the desk."

When she saw their bare bottoms facing her as they stretched across the desk to grasp the far side, Annabel motioned to Elaine Winters to remove the figs.

As the figs emerged, Annabel stared at them when Elaine showed them to her, grasping each by the far end that had not entered either pupil's anal opening. Each showed traces of fecal matter that the figs had obviously encountered inside Deirdre's and Ken's rectums.

"You two have soiled these sticks with your filthy bottoms," Annabel announced as the two cringed at the shame of the prefects and teacher observing that they both clearly needed to defecate.

"If I had more time, you would be given punishment enemas," an annoyed Miss Lansing warned.

Instead, she picked up her two-fingered Lochgelly tawse, the one she had brought with her from England, and began applying snapping strokes to each bared bottom as each began to let out screams of pain almost involuntarily as the tawse marked their pale bottoms with nasty stripes.

"Miss Wortham made an example of the two of you talking in class," she intoned, "and I intend to make you understand how unacceptable and disrespectful your conduct was. Keep those legs spread, both of you!"

The two hurriedly moved their legs farther apart, so that Annabel as well as the prefects could see Deirdre's pubic hair and Ken's scrotum hanging down between his legs.

Annabel now administered one of the most severe punishments known anywhere. She aimed the tawse between Deirdre's spread legs and when she flicked her wrist, it curled upward, striking the tender flesh between the girls' legs and the tip snapped right between her labia, smacking the introitus to her vagina.

Deirdre let out a scream and jumped up in abject pain.

"Get back into position right now, Turner, or you will be given extras," Annabel said very crossly.

Somehow Deirdre managed to re-grasp the other side of the desk and sob softly.

Annabel now began strapping Ken Nelson's bottom with the tawse and applied nine strong strokes with her strong arm. She decided not to aim for his tender scrotal sac but instead gave him a nasty flick right on his anus, which was still open wider from the recent presence inside it of the ginger fig.

Ken also cried out but managed to hold his position.

Now Annabel was getting ready to conclude so she quickly ordered the two to stand and retrieve their underpants and in Nelson's case, his rousers, while Deirdre was told to let her skirt fall.

"You two may leave," Annabel said, "but woe betide you if I see either of you here again soon."

The two quickly departed, barely managing, in Deirdre's case, not to resume crying, now from the fear Annabel's warning inspired.

After they had gone, Annabel asked Elaine and Barry how they found her approach to punishment.

"You are quite severe, Miss," Barry said slowly, "but this school does have a reputation for imposing strict discipline."

Elaine, who had acquired a bit of a sadistic streak in her several terms spent as an aide to the teachers disciplining misbehaving pupils, smiled as she told Annabel that the punishments seemed appropriate to the offenses and the needs of the pupils for discipline.

Annabel told Barry he could leave and the junior prefect thanked her for his opportunity to be of service and departed.

Once he had left, Annabel smiled at Elaine and told her that the female teachers believed they had need to ensure that pupils had proper respect for them, since some might have felt that the women instructors were likely to be easier on pupils who broke the rules.

"Miss," Elaine said with a face that did not disclose her pleasure at the severity of the discipline in which she participated, "you clearly know quite well what these misbehaving pupils require and I and the other prefects feel you are helping the school mightily in maintaining good order here."

"Have you been disciplined recently, Winters?" Miss Lansing responded.

"No, Miss," Elaine said plainly, "because I really try not to incur punishment, as I feel it sets a very bad example for the pupils. But if you feel I would benefit from an imposition, that of course is your decision."

"Well, I think we all can use a bit of a touch-up now and then," Annabel said brightly. "So just for that maintenance purpose, please lift your skirt, lower your panties, and bend over."

Elaine complied with the Duty Mistress's orders, thinking that it had been some months since she had been disciplined at school. Inside, however, she was pleased that Miss Lansing, for whom she already had major respect, was taking the trouble to apply some punishment to her sensitive bottom.

Annabel stood behind Elaine, enjoying the view of the 20-year-old's nicely proportioned bottom, now staring at her, complete with winking anal rosette, once the prefect had lifted her uniform skirt and lowered her black panties, an indulgence permitted to senior prefects.

Annabel sat on the armless wooden chair and beckoned Elaine Winters to lie across her lap. Once there, her bottom began to receive Annabel's hand spanks all across both cheeks. After they reddened, showing reaction to the spanking, Annabel began running her finger down in the furrow and into Elaine's already sopping vagina.

"Methinks you have found today's programme quite enervating," Annabel commented with a lilt in her voice. "Winters, do you get off on disciplining—both others and yourself?"

"Oh, Miss," Elaine responded in a lower voice, "I'm a bit embarrassed but it does affect me that way."

Annabel now inserted her finger into the girl's wide open vagina and moved it expertly in and out, nudging the risen clit now and then with the lightest of touches.

Elaine began to buck and soon experienced a totally recognizable orgasm on her teacher's lap.

"I hope you feel that today has been worthwhile for you," Annabel commented.

"Oh, Miss," Elaine gurgled, "thank you so much. I hope you feel my service merited your kindness."

"I did," Annabel answered lightly, "and I hope you will thank me appropriately. You can get up off my lap now, Winters." The teacher then rucked up her skirt and lowered and removed her panties and sat on the chair with her legs brazenly spread, disclosing her flaming red-haired pussy to the prefect.

Elaine knew Annabel wanted to feel her tongue on the teacher's needy quim, so she fell to her knees between Annabel's spread legs and applied her oral talents to the exciting pussy she now faced. 

Annabel responded with sighs and began to move her hips slightly in response to Elaine's nice ministrations. Soon Annabel exploded and squirted the girl in the face with her plentiful juices emerging from her fiery vagina. Annabel realized what had happened and quickly applied her handkerchief to Elaine's sprayed face and bent forward to give the girl a deep kiss of appreciation.

"Thank you," she smiled at Elaine. "I will be holding this session Tuesdays. Please make sure with the prefects that you are assigned to me whenever you are available."

"Oh, yes, Miss," Elaine responded with alacrity. "I love helping you. Thank you so much for everything, and especially what just occurred."

She realized it was time for her to depart but was surprised when after she had put everything away, Annabel took her hand as they left the Duty Room. The teacher wisely let the prefect's hand go when they emerged, but she knew that Elaine understood her special status with Annabel from then on during the school term.