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The Feared '57' Ch. 01

By: lesliejones



For Kathy—whose presence has inspired me and added joy to the world

Note: This story about a private girls' school features only characters who are 18 or over.




Janet Sanders had been teaching for several years when she was recruited by an old colleague to join the faculty of a new experimental private school—they preferred to be called "independent," of course—in a somewhat more prosperous area near where she lived. Janet was a highly able English teacher who had enjoyed her work but also relished the possibilities that her new teaching position might present.

For one thing, Adele, her long-time friend and colleague, had told her that the students at the new school had to pass a rigorous entry exam. Not only that but the school required parents to consent to "corporal punishment." This meant, Adele added with a grin, that "all those miserable kids we always wished we could spank" back at Midtown HS would now become a student body bound to show more respect, especially to a skilled teacher such as Janet.

Janet's senior English class was filled with attractive and obviously relatively well-off boys and girls. They were all 18 and could drive by now and Janet had few illusions that very many of the girls, or the boys, for that matter, retained their virginity. She found the young but obviously capable principal, Miss Irene Crawford, fascinating, too. 

When Janet arrived for her initial interview, Miss Crawford smiled and said that Adele had filled her in on Janet's capabilities.

Then she turned the conversation to Janet's ability to impose discipline if necessary. "We will supply you with the instruments of your choice," Miss Crawford rather blithely observed. "These include a cane, tawse, paddle, or riding crop. More exotic instruments may be employed," she added, "but I'd appreciate your letting me know ahead of use so I can be prepared for any repercussions...not that I would expect any." She grinned at Janet.

Janet smiled and said that she appreciated the situation and hoped that the mere existence of the teachers' ability to impose physical punishment would result in better student behavior. 

"I do admit, Miss Crawford," she said, "that there have been quite a few pupils of mine I'd have preferred to educate on their bare bottoms if you get my drift."

Irene Crawford smiled and told Janet she seemed to be the perfect teacher to complete their fine English department. "In fact, Janet," she added, "I would be very pleased if you would agree to be the chair of the English department. You clearly have the most relevant experience." Adding that there were be extra compensation for the responsibilities of being chair, Irene ended the meeting by hoping that Janet would be willing to assume her duties at the start of the new term in two weeks. 

Janet smiled and thanked Irene. 

"Janet, you are a lovely person and Adele was quite accurate in her description," Irene said sincerely. She did not mention that she adored Janet's flaming red tresses and hoped to learn if Janet's were truly au naturelle. She also enjoyed Janet's pleasant dressing style, suitably conservative but very stylish, with a smashing scarf and lovely accessorizing.

It did not take Janet long to signal her acceptance and soon the first Monday of the term approached. In the meantime, Irene had sent Janet some materials about the school. In one packet—marked "Highly Confidential—For Teachers Only"—Janet read with some interest the various suggestions Irene had spelled out for teachers to consider when imposing physical punishment on pupils.

"I have found that the most effective punishments are both physical and psychological," she began. "It is important that a misbehaving student be made to feel that not only will her bottom be warmed but her scholastic standing may be imperiled and her parents may be advised of her naughtiness," she added. This meant, she went on, that notes home to parents when a pupil misbehaved were highly favored. "Be sure the note is sealed and that you require a signature of the parent," she advised.

Janet was especially intrigued by a rather creative and diabolical punishment that Irene had apparently introduced at the school, which was known as Oakhurst. This was known to all, and feared greatly by the students, as "the 57." If a student misbehaved and merited severe discipline, Irene recommended that the teacher inform the student in front of the class that she was going to be recommended by the teacher to Miss Crawford for "the 57." The mere mention of this possibility usually brought pleas of better behavior and for the teacher to change her mind.

"For that reason," Irene said in the guidebook, "I suggest that you do not refer to the 57 lightly. Students will react viscerally and before you even reach my office, they are likely to be pleading their case to me. I will almost always grant your request but please do reserve this for major episodes of unacceptable conduct."

So what was the feared 57? First of all, it meant that unless the student behaved without any further incidents for the rest of the term, her grade in the class would be a 57, eight points below passing, which was 65. Irene explained that setting the failure at this level would make it clear that it was a failure and not a mere miss of passing by a point or two. But it would also not ruin the student's average so savagely as the award of a grade of zero for the term.

Nevertheless, it was the other aspects of the punishment that were even more diabolic, Janet felt, even upon reading them, as she realized the prospect of imposing this kind of punishment was causing her panties to become quite wet with her excitement.  

When the punishment was approved by Miss Crawford, the teacher was then free to impose five cane strokes or seven strap strokes on the pupil's bare bottom in front of the class. Each class had a punishment horse that the teacher might require a pupil to bend over after her bottom had been bared.

Depending on how the pupil behaved during punishment, and how she behaved each day from the date of the episode to the term end, the teacher could, as noted award the grade of 57 as the term grade, or revise it as she wished to recognize improved behavior. Irene suggested that teachers not disclose in advance how they intended to adjust grades for this purpose. The teacher also had the authority to award a failing grade in Conduct on the student's report card. This too was entirely discretionary except that any teacher who imposed the 57 after approval had the absolute power to change the Conduct grade to a failure between that date and the term end.

Janet realized that what probably made the punishment even more imposing was that Miss Crawford would send parents a registered letter outlining the punishment and the reasons for its imposition. Parents would now know that their daughter was in great danger of failing senior English (in the case of Janet's class) and receiving a failing grade in Conduct that would be sent to colleges the girl had filed applications to attend.

There was one last discretionary punishment that Irene had allowed to be included in the disciplinary package that the 57 was. The teacher might require the girl to wear the school's punishment uniform for a full week. This uniform consisted of a very short skirt that exposed the required full white panties that were required to be worn with it, and a light white blouse that made it totally evident that the punished girl had been deprived of the privilege of wearing a bra. The costume was quite embarrassing and Janet had observed one girl wearing it in the hallway when she came to the school for her own interview. Janet noticed how frequently the girl's panties were on view because of the short skirt.

Irene' guidebook informed Janet that there were other punishment options. Students could be put on the daily report, which meant they were required to stay after school and be punished, usually by cane, by the duty teacher, who was aided by prefects. This was regarded as another highly embarrassing punishment.

Each day a list was circulated late in the day that contained, in addition to the names of absent pupils, the names of those who were now on the 57 and those placed on the daily report. This list was posted where all could see it in every classroom.

Janet filled out all her employment forms and smiled as she checked off on the implement form that she would require a cane as her preferred punishment instrument. Janet wondered if Irene Crawford could tell that Janet had significant experience in both using and receiving the cane as a disciplinary instrument. 

Janet's first few days teaching English to the seniors, as well as other classes, went well and without incident. On her fifth day, however, one quite attractive girl named Marcie responded to a question Janet had posed by stating rather bluntly that the question was quite stupid. 

Janet realized that the girl was spoiled and had responded that way based on her personality but also that she had missed the point of the question. Marcie was a lovely-looking but pouty blonde who wore stylish and tight clothes that emphasized her delightful figure. 

Calmly, Janet pointed out that the question had asked for a response that Marcie clearly had not considered because she had not thought the question through. 

Marcie's face darkened as she began to appreciate the unpleasant situation she had created. She started to request forgiveness but then assumed this new teacher would not punish her so she desisted.

"Marcie," Janet began, "you fail to appreciate that in addition to misunderstanding the question and reacting insultingly to this teacher, you have earned yourself some discipline, my girl."

Realizing that she had guessed wrong, Marcie flinched and softly said she was sorry if she had said anything out of order and hoped Miss Sanders would forgive her.

Janet recognized Marcie's insincerity for what it was—an effort to avoid punishment by making the most limited sort of apology. "So I am sorry, my dear, to advise you that I shall request Miss Crawford's approval to impose the 57 in your case."

Marcie's mouth dropped. None of her friends had received the 57 that year. She knew well what a horrid punishment it was, especially since she would have to please Miss Sanders for the rest of the term if she wanted to avoid an ignominious failure of 57 and a U in Conduct on her report card, much less the other discretionary possibilities, all awful to Marcie.

As the class ended, there was much undercurrent among the pupils about the surprise that Marcie's misbehavior had caused. "Did you hear that that new teacher Miss Sanders told Marcie she was going to get the 57?" was on all the girls' lips.

"I hear you've had an encounter with the spoiled Miss Marcie," Irene said when Janet arrived at the principal's office and mentioned she was requesting approval of the 57 for Marcie. 

"Yes, she clearly regarded me as a dunce," Janet said calmly to Irene, "but I think your rather imaginative punishment will correct that attitude."

Irene secretly was delighted that Janet had requested permission to punish Marcie with the 57. She smiled as she told Janet that her request would be granted so that Janet should proceed to draft her official report that would be transmitted in Irene's letter to Marcie's parents. Marcie would have the weekend to worry about whether Janet would use the cane or the strap on the girl's bare bottom Monday.

The Feared '57' Ch. 02



To Megs—with joy for her continued high spirits


Irene Crawford, Oakhurst's principal, immediately started having second thoughts about Janet Sanders' rather impetuous request to award the "feared 57" punishment to senior Marcie Williams. Irene realized that she had responded in a positive way to Janet's mentioning to her that the request was forthcoming but the more Irene considered it, the more she recognized that her newest teacher was acting too hastily. The 57 was meant to be a culminating, not an initial punishment.

Irene was unhappy that she had given Janet such positive feedback. The 57 was a multiple punishment, combining physical and psychological discipline. The teacher first stated that the term grade would be 57, eight points below passing. This meant that the pupil could not feel she had just missed passing. Second, the pupil would receive either five cane strokes or seven with the strap. Third, the teacher might decide to award a failure in Conduct at any time during the remainder of the term. Fourth, the 57 grade could be revised upward based on subsequent behavior. Fifth, parents would be notified by registered mail once the principal approved the 57. Lastly, the teacher might require the pupil to wear the school punishment uniform, which had a very short skirt and female offenders were forbidden to wear a bra, which the thin fabric of the uniform blouse made obvious and the brevity of the skirt meant that panties were often displayed.

On Monday morning, Irene, her azure eyes flashing under her blonde cut, called Janet to her office.

"Janet," she began, realizing that she needed to impose her will, which she was accustomed to doing despite her youthful age, "I realized over the weekend that you were too quick to impose the 57 and I was too quick to indicate my assent. The 57 is meant to be not an initial, but a culminating punishment."

Janet's hazel eyes blazed. She felt this woman had misled her. 

"Why did you indicate that I was doing the right thing?" she asked the principal. "It's clear that there's been some misunderstanding here."

"Yes, there has," Irene responded. "But you will do well to listen to me and realize you acted too quickly. You will call Marcie in and explain that you and I have discussed the situation and you have decided to impose a less serious punishment. I am sure she will be appreciative,"

"I really do not enjoy the prospect of going back on a punishment once imposed," Janet said coolly. "However, I will defer to your experience in these matters."

The last phrase was uttered with some degree of sarcasm. Janet could not help but resent having been encouraged to take firm steps to maintain discipline and then being undercut.

"Janet, please proceed as I have suggested," Irene said to end the discussion. "Then see me later today to advise me of the outcome. And I will tell you right now that I am not pleased with your attitude."

Janet was not exactly happy, either, but she kept quiet and returned to her classroom. In senior honors English, she called Marcie Williams to the front and quietly told her that she had discussed the matter with the principal and that she had decided to impose a lesser punishment.

Marcie showed signs of having had a bad weekend fearing the 57 and merely said, "As you wish, Ma'am" and turned to return to her seat.

"Don't walk away from me until I tell you that you may return to your seat, Marcie," Janet said coldly. "If you do not behave properly, I will not hesitate to punish you right now in front of this class."

Marcie had been feeling better when the teacher told her that the awful 57 punishment was off. She brought herself back to the moment when she realized that she had behaved somewhat curtly to the new teacher.

"I'm sorry, Miss," Marcie said with feeling. "I just was hoping that you had finished with me."

"Yes, I have," Janet responded, trying to maintain a level tone. "However, you will report to the Duty Mistress in the girls' gym after classes today for your punishment."

Marcie's eyes widened, as if to shed tears, but the girl retained her composure as her brain reminded her that getting whacked by the Duty Mistress was far better than having that awful horrid 57 business.

*

The day passed all too slowly for Marcie. She was not really a badly behaved girl, merely a senior ready to escape the confines of the restrictive rules of Oakhurst. She had not intended to frost this new Miss Sanders but a girl had to show a bit of personality to retain some respect. 

Marcie thought about it. Janet Sanders had punished her by sending her to the Duty Mistress after classes today. This meant her probably getting the cane from whoever the Mistress might be, and unfortunately, the two prefects would be witnessing her shame. Marcie was a popular girl, and had been a cheerleader too, so she knew the prefects, who had some say in recommending discipline to the Duty Mistress, probably were jealous of her and would ask the Mistress to come down hard on her.

*

Once senior honors English was over, Janet Sanders repaired to the teachers' lounge. She saw her good friend Adele there and told her what had happened.

"Oh, Janet," Adele smiled, "you really should have realized you were being too quick with imposing that 57 on the Williams girl. I do agree that sending her to the Duty Mistress made sense, because you probably are too upset to handle this well."

"I'm sorry I got into this," Janet chimed in, "because I suppose I picked up too much support from Miss Crawford for starters. I wish she hadn't been so enthusiastic about the 57."

"Oh, she adores it," Adele told her friend. "But she also realizes it will lose its impact if it gets used too often. You will find that Irene frequently has second thoughts but it does not do you any good to complain. And also—and this is really important, Janet—you don't want to give her an excuse to punish you."

"Punish me? Corporal punishment at my age?" Janet asked with a weird look.

"My dear, the Principal here has always retained that authority," Adele answered. "And I know that little Irene Crawford enjoys nothing more than exercising it with an appropriate female teacher especially. You had better be very careful for a while."

Janet returned to her classroom chastened. She had gone from being empowered to impose a major punishment, one quite diabolical in its reach, to being fearful of being chastised physically herself, at her age, and as a teacher, no less! She also realized that this unexpected prospect had gotten her excited in a way she was accustomed to responding to this kind of stimulus: she could feel the wetness in the crotch of her panties.

*

Marcie Williams spent a few minutes when classes ended in the girls room, where she brushed her hair and made sure she had emptied her bladder. She knew she was likely to be caned and that she would not be able to retain the contents of that organ if she had not used the toilet right before reporting to the Duty Mistress.

Marcie took a few sheets of toilet tissue from the roll and wiped herself. She glanced at the tissue and saw a pink streak.

"Oh no," she said out loud and then realized she had done so. This meant she was getting her period. What awful timing, she thought. But she also remembered that that was another result of her anticipating being bared for corporal punishment. When her period was due, the excitement and anxiety would bring her menses on earlier than otherwise might be true.

She reached into her handbag and quickly inserted a slender regular tampon into her already wet vagina. Then she pulled up her panties, adjusted her skirt, and headed off to the girls' gym.

*

Janet Sanders remained in her classroom grading papers and planning her classes for the next week after she had finished her teaching schedule for the day. Adele's mentioning the possibility that Miss Crawford might actually spank or cane her really got her both disturbed and excited.

Janet tried to recall the last time she had ever been subjected to such discipline. She soon recalled her days at college when she had pledged the sorority. Big sister Andrea had been a great friend to her but yes, Andrea had done her duty as a sorority sister and whaled into poor Janet's bottom several times using Janet's wooden pledge paddle. Janet remembered the times in her bedroom later when she and Andrea found themselves under the covers together later on after Janet had been paddled.... But Janet made herself snap out of this reverie and started focusing on how she would deal with the humiliation of this younger woman possibly punishing her on her bare bottom—and now Janet was in her mid-30s, not a college freshman.

There was a knock on her door and an auburn-haired attractive girl who was clearly a sophomore or junior, since Janet did not know her entered.

"Miss Sanders?" the girl asked.

"Yes," Janet answered. "That's I."

The girl approached her and handed her an envelope. "It's for you from Miss Crawford," she said, with a grin that belied the likelihood that she knew the contents.

Janet maintained her stiff upper lip and thanked the girl and bade her on her way.

Once the girl had left, Janet opened the envelope. She expected the worst but the peremptory nature of the message surprised her by its curtness and lack of any personal flavor.

"MEMORANDUM

[today's date]

"TO:Miss Sanders

"FROM:Principal Crawford

"SUBJ:Williams Matter

"As I have had to explain the situation regarding your rejected request to impose severe punishment to Marcie Williams's mother today, you will report to me promptly upon receipt so that we may discuss this matter and rectify the situation. It is my intention to impose discipline for your behavior in this matter."

Janet had expected the worst and now she packed up her papers, picked up her handbag, and after locking her classroom, proceeded to Irene Crawford's office. She braced herself for what she knew would be an unenjoyable time.

*

Marcie Williams knocked on the door of the girls gym and heard a loud voice telling her to enter. She opened the heavy wooden door and saw that the Duty Mistress was the Latin teacher, Miss Valerie Warren. The two prefects, Marcie's classmates, were also present. They were Alice Payton and Doreen Kaufman. Marcie knew them both but figured they were probably not going to be of any support for her because as a cheerleader, she was the object of envy for most of the plainer girls.

"Sit down on the bench over there, Williams," Dorine Kaufman told her in a slightly bossy tone, but Marcie was not foolish enough to pop off the way she had to Miss Sanders. She quietly sat where she had been told to go.

There were three other girls who had been sent to the Duty Mistress. There were two sophomores and a junior, none of whom were very well known to Marcie. They all grinned at her as she joined them on the waiting bench.

Miss Warren was a strikingly tall woman with shiny black hair who affected an air of sophistication in her preference for frilly blouses and severe grey skirts. She was quite young for a teacher, in her late 20s, and Marcie knew she believed in imposing strict discipline to remind the pupils that although she was only slightly older than they were, she was the one in command. Marcie also knew that she did not have much liking for students who did not study Latin, and Marcie was among this group.

Before each girl to be punished was called to the desk, the prefects conferred with Miss Warren in a low tone that the girls waiting could not hear. The Duty Mistress traditionally asked the prefects to recommend punishment, although use of the cane or strap over the horse that stood next to the desk was the usual imposition.

Marcie waited as the whispering went on Finally the first girl, one of the sophs, was called. She haltingly rose and walked to the desk to hear her fate. Miss Warren stared at her as if there were some unpleasant smell about, and pronounced sentence.

"Melody Johnson," she said in a formal voice. "You were sent here for talking out of turn in class by Mr. Benson. You will receive three strokes with the strap. Lift your skirt, lower your panties, and bend over the horse."

Melody walked hesitantly to the horse and did what she had been told to do. Her little skirt flipped up and she reached down to pull her striped panties down. Then, her bare bottom on display, she bent across the horse.

Alice Payton handed Miss Warren the strap. Miss Warren stood a bit behind Melody and, seeing that the girl had worn candy-striped panties, remarked, "Your panties will not have the only stripes you will leave her with."

Then she proceeded to lay on three strong strokes with the strap as Melody somehow managed to avoid screaming. The girl did cry out. After the third stroke, Dorine Kaufman came over, smiled at her and told her to pull up her pants and sit down on the "finished" bench across the way, where she would witness the punishments to follow.

Two more followed quickly. The other sophomore received the strap in similar fashion and the junior, who had cut class, was given three strokes with Miss Warren's own thin cane. Marcie shivered as she watched the punishment and heard the cane whistle through the air. Now it was her turn.

*

"Marcie Williams," Miss Warren intoned. Marcie quickly rose and walked over to the desk with no hint of a smile on her face.

"You have been sent here by Miss Sanders, whom I have not yet met," Miss Warren said, "and it appears that you behaved in an insulting manner to her. I find your conduct very unbecoming in a senior, especially when the school is welcoming a new teacher." 

Marcie knew enough not to say anything because it couldn't help and she kept telling herself that at least this wasn't the 57 or even that many strokes...she hoped.

"The prefects recommended a standard four strokes with the senior cane, as befits your senior status," Miss Warren continued, "but I am sufficiently unhappy with your conduct to make that six, Miss Williams. And you will be figged."

Marcie tried to keep control of her emotions as she heard the severe sentence. Six of the best with the cane, she thought, was really over the top for wising off, even if she was a senior. And she had heard of girls being figged but the prospect had never entered her thoughts and she was quite upset. Somehow she kept her cool and presented a yielding demeanor.

She remembered to acknowledge the sentence. "Thank you, Miss," she said, with less than alacrity but with a strong voice that showed her spirit had not yet been broken.

Marcie was ushered to the horse by Dorine, who whispered to her to raise her skirt and lower her panties. Marcie did as she was told, her pale blue hicut panties at her knees as she bent over the horse. 

"Prefect Payton, you will insert the fig for this punishment," Miss Warren instructed.

Alice reached into the small fridge that was in the gym corner and returned with a tube containing the carved ginger root that would be inserted in Marcie's anus.

She removed it from the tube, reached to the shelf for a dab of Vaseline with her index finger, and walked behind Marcie and told her to spread her legs and hold her bottom cheeks open.

Marcie complied with the humiliating order and Alice carefully inserted her vaseline-dabbed finger into Marcie's tight little anal rosette, followed by the ginger fig.

Miss Warren allowed a few moments to pass which she intended to use to permit the ginger to begin to irritate Marcie's tender anal tissues. She then walked over behind the senior and lay the cane on Marcie's spread cheeks. 

"Very good, Williams," Miss Warren said, "I know the fig will keep you from clenching."

She drew the senior cane back and flicked it across Marcie's posterior with a firm arm. She and the prefects could see a bright red line emerge immediately. She then gave Marcie two more strokes, one at the top of her bottom, and the other in the sensitive crease between bottom and thigh. Marcie could not help but cry out, also feeling the horrid sensation of the ginger juice inside her poor bottom.

"Well, I see I am getting some response, Williams," Miss Warren said.

"Yes, Miss," Marcie responded, taking care to say as little as possible.

Miss Warren then gave Marcie two nasty diagonal strokes that criss-crossed the other strokes, bringing severe pain to the already striped and blotchy bottom. Marcie cried each time and yelled, "Ow!" at the fifth stroke.

Then Miss Warren stepped back and fired a very strong stroke right down the middle of Marcie's marked bottom and the girl screeched. The other punished girls were too shocked to smile at Marcie's shame and sorrow, and turned away.

Walking over to the Duty Mistress, Dorine whispered to Miss Warren, "Did you notice the string, Miss? She must be having her period."

The Latin teacher took in this information and let a slight sadistic smile appear on her face. However, she quickly decided only to embarrass Marcie rather than rub her face in the dirt, so to speak.

"Prefect, you may remove the fig," she said to Alice.

Alice walked over behind the hurting Marcie and grasped the end of the ginger root that protruded so shamefully from Marcie's anal opening. She extracted it and wrapping it in tissue, threw it quickly into the trash bin.

Miss Warren stood behind Marcie and intoned, "Williams, I am informed you are having your menstrual period," in a voice loud enough for the other girls to hear and which produced the expected titters.

Marcie felt her face color as deeply as her bottom as she remained bent over the horse, knowing all eyes were now focused between her spread cheeks and legs looking for the tell-tale tampon string.

"Some girls have tried to use the occasion of their menses to request lighter punishment or to be excused altogether," Miss Warren went on, "but I do not believe in granting such dispensation and I am pleased you did not request it. You may recover your clothing, sign the register, and leave."

Marcie was grateful to the Latin teacher, despite the severe punishment she had received. Often those being punished were forced to remain in the gym after the completion of discipline and receive a lecture on conduct or to apologize formally for their behavior. Miss Warren was letting Marcie leave without that and to avoid the indignity of having to face the other girls and the prefects after being punished so harshly as well as being subjected to the humiliation of both figging and having her menstrual status announced to the group.

She quietly retrieved her panties, let down her skirt, and walked over to recover her handbag. Then the bright-eyed senior turned and opened the heavy wooden door and left without looking back.

*

She went to her locker and then walked to the front door, the only one left open once school was out for the day. This route took her past the Principal's office. Unbeknownst to Miss Sanders, Marcie came round the corner just in time to see the teacher who had caused her bottom to be in flames now enter the Principal's office.

Marcie wondered if, as was rumored, this was one of those times that a teacher, especially a new one might be punished by Miss Crawford for overreaching. She waited out of sight but within hearing for a few minutes and then walked past the office door. She peeked in and quickly pulled herself back on tiptoe so as not to be seen or heard.

What she had only imagined was indeed happening. Miss Crawford, as was her wont, had left the door to her inner office open, and Marcie saw her standing behind Janet Sanders, who was bent over a chair...with her skirt folded up over her waist and her full-sized white panties down at her knees.

Marcie knew there would be hell to pay if she were seen sneaking a peek at the teacher's getting what she figured would be Miss Crawford's cane across her bottom, so she quickly walked around the corner to the front door and left school for the day, amazed that she was able to have a smile on her face after what she had endured only a short time earlier.



The Feared '57' Ch. 03



Although this story may be read by itself, it will gain from your reading the preceding chapters first. All characters are 18 or over, as that is the minimum age for girls to be appointed as school prefects. 

*

Janet Sanders wondered what she had done wrong to find herself in what she had to admit was a very embarrassing position for the 35-year-old English teacher at Oakhurst. Janet was bent over a large chair in the office of the principal, Irene Crawford; Janet's trendy midi skirt was thrust up over her waist, and her full-sized white panties at her knees exposed her quite broad bottom. 

"I'm sorry this has become necessary," the young but highly assertive petite blonde principal told the new English teacher, who was hardly in a position to argue with her, "but it's probably for the better that this streak of impetuosity you appear to possess is dealt with at this early point before you get yourself and the school into more trouble."

Holding her favorite thin cane, Irene strode behind Janet and merely allowed the tip of the cane to touch Janet's white and well-formed bottom. She could hardly ignore the pouched visibility of Janet's pudendum staring out from between the 30ish teacher's lithe legs. Barely putting the cane tip at the pink center of Janet's pooching vulva, Irene watched the flesh involuntarily flinch and then she brought the tip to her face and smelled Janet's obvious excitement on the cane tip.

"Miss Crawford, with all due respect," Janet said, speaking from between her legs, "I was only seeking to carry out what I thought were your wishes—" But before she could say more, Irene delivered a harsh stroke of the cane to Janet's alabaster bottom with a slight flick of her small hand

"You will desist from attempting to shift the blame for your situation onto your superiors," Irene said very plainly, as if argument were ridiculous. "I merely acquainted you with the options here, little expecting you would be so rash as to employ the most serious as a first step.

"Luckily for all of us, I managed to recognize the danger of the situation over the weekend and thus spared you as well as the rest of the school from major embarrassment," Irene went on.

*

Since Irene had purposely left the inner and outer doors to her office open so as to enable passing teachers especially to witness Janet's ignominious baptism into the ritual of Oakhurst, she was not surprised when the day's Duty Mistress, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, entered and broke into a broad smile when she saw Janet bent over with panties down.

"So what have we here, Irene?" Valerie asked without needing an answer.

"I will bypass formal introductions under the circumstances, Valerie," Irene responded with a smile. "But I have been forced to discipline our new senior English teacher for her premature effort to invoke the severe 57 punishment for what appears to be a first offense during her inaugural week here."

"Well, well," Valerie smiled some more. "I do look forward to meeting you under ... better circumstances..."

"Janet," the bearer of that name filled in the obvious gap in Valerie's knowledge that Irene had omitted to provide.

"So how was your session today as Duty Mistress, Valerie?" Irene asked, as if Janet were not even present.

"Quite normal, Irene," Valerie said. "I did have a senior whom I believe was referred by your...misbehaving instructor there and I confess to having imposed more than the usual punishment because I do believe seniors should know better."

"Oh?" Irene answered with a question, "what did you add?"

"Well, first I upped the cane strokes from four to six...and I had her figged," Valerie said with a grin, knowing that Irene cherished details of feminine punishment.

There was a knock on the door. Irene saw it was a student but she still bade her enter with a nod. This visitor was none other than Dorine Kaufman, the junior prefect who had assisted Valerie Warren with the disciplining of Marcie Williams.

"I'm sorry....to interrupt you, Principal and Miss Warren," Dorine managed to say without too much fear, "but when I left the girls' locker room, I found that Marcie Williams had left her purse so I brought it here."

"Thank you so much, Dorine," Principal Crawford responded with even more apparent pleasure in her voice than doubtless was justified. "I am so delighted to see how some of our girls who have been trusted with the high responsibility of serving as prefects go beyond their assigned duties to carry out their charge."

Valerie Warren smiled in agreement with the principal's praise. Then she said rather calmly to her superior, "Principal, those were very kind words you used to compliment Dorine, who of course deserves such praise. I wonder if you would feel it appropriate under the circumstances to reward her by permitting her to remain here with me to witness this imposition of discipline. I appreciate all the assistance that the prefects provide and feel that Dorine will benefit from the experience and I am sure we may rely on her discretion in keeping what she observes to herself."

Irene Crawford's face burst into a wide smile at Valerie's proposal and she only affected a more serious look when she turned to Dorine and asked, "I hope that what Miss Warren says is true about my being able to rely on your absolute discretion in not discussing anything about this with anyone else?"

Dorine was still transported by the possibility of seeing a teacher disciplined so ignominiously by the school's principal, but she managed to gather her sensibilities in time to answer in a clear yet unemotional tone, "Oh yes, Miss Crawford, as a prefect here, I have learned that I am expected to keep everything I observe in confidence and you may certainly rely on me to maintain that."

"That is what I hoped to hear, Dorine," the principal responded. With that, she motioned to the dark-haired Dorine to stand over to the right side of the room out of Janet's upside-down view but still quite able to see the proceedings to come.

*

Now Janet found herself beset by torment. She began to wonder why she had accepted the position as English teacher—senior honors English, no less—at this school where it was clear she was going to be subjected by the principal to embarrassing punishment on her bare bottom and extreme humiliation at receiving a caning in front of another teacher and a pupil. What made matters far worse, she also realized with increasing horror, was that she was now badly in need of an opportunity to empty her bladder. She had used the toilet before leaving for Irene Crawford's office but it must have been the negative excitement, and, yes, arousal, that stimulated her system to refill that organ so quickly.

Janet, from her shameful position over the chair, managed to ask for a break.

"Miss Crawford, please," she said in what now was a strained voice, "I'm terribly sorry but this appears to have made me need to use the ladies' room. May I please do that before you...discipline me?"

Irene Crawford smiled inwardly and assumed the strict demeanor of her office as she answered quite brusquely, "Miss Sanders, I am not in the habit of allowing such privileges in advance of punishment. You will have to hold it and await the completion of your disciplining."

Both Valerie Warren and Dorine Kaufman tried mightily to suppress their surprise and then their enjoyment of Irene Crawford's denial of toilet use to Janet Sanders. Valerie decided to play the supportive role she knew Irene relished.

"Oh, yes, principal," Valerie gushed, "Dorine can tell you that so many of the girls we see during Duty Mistress discipline tell us that they need to use the girls' room. It is a common delaying tactic and I'm pleased to see you recognize it as such."

Janet Sanders made a promise to herself that she would somehow get back at Valerie Warren for making Irene Crawford feel good about the torture she was imposing on the senior English teacher. Meanwhile, her need to urinate grew even more pressing but she decided she would do whatever she could to retain.

*

Now, as the two witnesses observed the scene in the still-open principal's office, Irene Crawford took her thin cane and stood behind Janet. She lay the cane on the English teacher's broad bottom and slowly drew it back. With the practiced flick of an experienced caner, the petite principal employed the classic lady's weapon, the cane, to its utmost service as her stroke hit the white bottom and after a moment or two, left a prominent bright red stripe and elicited a yowl from the subject, Janet.

Janet cringed and could not help letting out a cry when the cane struck her the first time. She braced herself for more and soon it followed. Irene flicked her small wrist and a stripe appeared on Janet's rear toward the top and then one almost in the tender crease between thigh and leg.

Dorine Kaufman knew better than to say anything but she realized that the principal was using the time honored practice of "gating," which was applying the cane strokes to create a gate pattern of stripes on Janet Sanders's bottom. 

Somehow Janet had managed to keep her bladder's contents from flowing out into her urethra and then disgracing her by the appearance of pee from her pudendum. But now Irene surprised her by administering two quick successive strong strokes diagonally across her bottom, cutting across the previous strokes and exponentially increasing the pain Janet felt while diminishing her fading ability to suppress her overwhelming need for urinary relief.

Janet let out a little cry at the surprise of the two hard strokes, but even worse, was unable to keep from releasing a small jet of pee onto the principal's beige-toned carpet. Much to her dismay, her lapse of control was immediately observed by all present. Dorine somehow managed to keep from bursting out in laughter at the incredible sight of the rather staid Janet's being so totally humiliated. Dorine had seen girls lose control during Duty Mistress canings or strappings, but the Duty Mistress treated this as almost normal and merely commented to the prefects and without even saying anything, made the remaining strokes harder ones.

Irene affected great surprise, noting in a very superior tone, "I'm quite disappointed in your behavior, Janet, in that I do not know how we can expect our girls to behave properly when being disciplined when a teacher is unable to control her bodily functions." Valerie merely smiled at the principal's somewhat expected rebuke to the English teacher.

"I had intended that those two strokes would serve as the culmination and completion of your punishment, Janet," the principal said with feigned sympathy, "but under the circumstances, I must require you to undergo some further discipline."

Janet blanched at hearing this, as she still was feeling urgent pressure on her bladder to expel, even after the almost involuntary release of urine that had occurred when Irene surprisingly struck twice on her bottom with the little thin cane.

"You will at least be pleased to learn, Miss Sanders," Irene continued, in a very bossy tone even as she addressed Janet formally, "that your castigation will not be extended with the extra strokes you have earned as a result of your...indiscretion. However, we will permit you to relieve yourself now.

"You must, though, perform this function in our presence," Irene added, as she handed Janet a large clear glass bowl and in a firm tone that brooked no challenge, ordered, "You will squat over this bowl right here and do your business."

Janet was stupefied but relieved to be able to rise from the awkward position in which she had been bent over the chair for her caning. She now was passing beyond the stage where she could feel any embarrassment and only desired to relieve her painfully-stretched bladder. 

"Yes, Principal," she responded, as she took the bowl, calmly squatted, keeping her dress up out of the way and incidentally providing the three women with a clear view of her pee streaming into the bowl as it emerged speedily and hit the glass with a loud ping. Being watched while she peed, Janet thought, was the least of her humiliations although she detested Valerie and Dorine all the more for watching as she managed to almost fill the glass bowl with her steaming very pale yellow brew.

Irene decided to impose two final humiliations on the new teacher. First, she asked Dorine to take some tissue and come over and wipe Janet's vulva when the teacher had finished urinating into the glass bowl. Dorine was amazed at how clever the principal was at imposing such supreme yet seemingly incidental humiliations and she hoped she could use some of these when serving the Duty Mistresses.

Dorine walked over to where Janet was still squatting and had placed the bowl away from her. The sandy-haired prefect was wearing a classic high-school-style plaid skirt and took the tissue, bent down from behind Janet, and ran the tissue between the senior English teacher's squatting legs. She looked at the paper to see that it was slightly stained with the indicia of Janet's pee that had remained on the latter's pubic hairs and lips of her vulva.

Now the petite blonde principal walked over to her closet and returned with possibly the most humiliating item in her arsenal of punishments.

"Janet, because you could not control your need to urinate properly," Irene intoned with an air of official imposition, "you will be required to wear this adult-sized diaper for now and you may not remove it until tomorrow morning when you will report back to my office."

Janet cringed—and even Valerie and Dorine each immediately blushed as they realized that this meant that the teacher would undoubtedly be forced to use the diaper that night for its intended purpose. Irene Crawford would no doubt expect to face a full diaper when Janet appeared the following morning to be changed.

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The Feared '57' Ch. 04



[You will likely enjoy this story more if you have read the previous instalments. Please do not read further if you are upset by bodily functions. All characters are over 18 years old.]



Janet Saunders finally returned to her apartment that evening still reeling from the humiliation of being punished by Principal Crawford in front of a fellow teacher, Valerie Warren, and worse yet, a Prefect, 19-year-old Dorine Kaufman, who apparently was a protégé of Valerie, the experienced Latin teacher who frequently served as Duty Mistress to punish misbehaving pupils sent to the discipline room at day's end.

Janet had only that week begun her work as senior English teacher but the moment she gave in to a moment's indisposition and stated to pupil Marcie Williams that she would be punished by being subjected to the feared '57' punishment, things had gone very much awry for the thirtyish auburn-haired English teacher.

Now, Janet constantly felt the violation of her person by the horrid adult diaper Irene Crawford had sentenced her to wear until the next morning! She also realized that Irene expected that the diaper would be put to use by Janet so the now perplexed English teacher hesitated to open the diaper when she needed to relieve herself.

But soon she became hungry and needed to fix herself some dinner, so she went to the kitchen and made a nice plate of salad greens with some tuna, a sort of mini-salade nicoise. As Janet sat down at her table to try to relax and enjoy her meal, she felt the imminent pressure in her rear channel that indicated she would soon need to have a bowel movement. She recalled that she had not had one yet that day and probably this was accounted for by her missing her usual morning coffee because she awoke late and needed to hurry to school.

As Janet ate, the pressure in her rectum became ever stronger. Finally she understood at some level that she was now about to retrogress: she was going to soil her diaper. She held in the movement for as long as she could. Finally, she was forced to relax her tired and strained anal sphincter and she felt the waste slide out of her anus in a long piece that wound round in her crotch and soon filling the diaper.

Janet wanted to go remove the diaper and clean herself but she hesitated because she feared feeling the sting again of Irene Crawford's nasty little whippy cane. She went to bed and tried to sleep with the filled diaper constantly pressing on her pubes. Soon she needed to pee and she just let go and let the warm liquid fill the diaper almost to bursting. After that she fell into a troubled sleep and roused herself in time to dress and report to school early, hoping that Miss Crawford would take pity on her and release her from wearing the shameful diaper.

When she arrived at school, she immediately headed for the principal's office, anxious to avoid anyone else who would get a whiff of the strong fecal smell emanating from her now caked diaper under her skirt. Somehow she avoided running into any other teacher or pupil at this early hour and knocked on the principal's inner office. 

She heard Irene Crawford's cheerful voice bade her to enter. She walked slowly into the principal's commodious office, only to grow wretchedly upset while trying to control any display of emotion. Standing next to Irene was the Prefect who had witnessed Janet's caning the previous day and her being ordered to wear the awful diaper—the senior, Dorine Kaufman, who wore a constant smile that belied her delight in being permitted by both her friend, the regular Duty Mistress, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, and Miss Crawford, to witness the disciplining of a teacher, indeed the new English teacher, Janet Saunders.

"Good morning, Janet," Irene said brightly by way of welcome. "I take it you are reporting to me as directed."

"I am," Janet responded slowly.

"And how would you describe your situation this morning?" Irene queried, with only the slightest grin, shared by the clearly unsympathetic Dorine.

Janet bit her lip and merely replied, "I'm sorry, Principal, but I was forced to use the diaper for my bodily functions. I did not want to, but I realized I needed to follow your instructions."

"So you need to be changed?" Irene went on.

"Yes," Janet answered miserably. "I was also hoping that you would allow me to stop having to wear the diaper. I understand my mistake and I also apologize for my egregious behavior yesterday when I ...lost control here."

"Well," Irene said in a conversational tone, "perhaps we should see what has happened here. Dorine, will you assist me in opening Miss Saunders's diaper? Janet, please lie on your back on the coffee table there. Pull your dress well up out of the way first. You will be in the well-known diaper position."

Janet buttoned her lip, bid good-bye to her pride, pulled up her dress, and lay on the table on her back, pulling her legs up so the obviously-filled diaper was now exposed.

Dorine came over next to her and ceremoniously undid the diaper tapes, and let the diaper crotch drop from Janet's crotch.

"Ooh, Miss Crawford," Dorine gushed, fulfilling Janet's worst fears about the reaction to her shame, "she really did a huge jobbie in this diaper. Do you want me to take it off and...clean her off too?"

"Yes, Dorine, if you would be so good as to do that," Irene replied, in a very businesslike way.

"Janet, I had hoped you would manage to withstand the temptation to do your business in the diaper," Irene said, as if talking to a child.

She then watched as Dorine with great care put on plastic gloves and picked the pieces of shit stuck to Janet's pubic hair and crack from that area and into the filled diaper. Dorine then wrapped up the diaper and put it in a plastic bag so as not to extend the smell into Irene's outer office.

Finally, the petite junior Prefect took a damp cleansing cloth and wiped Janet's most intimate area quite roughly to remove any remaining fecal matter or dried urine. 

"She peed in it too," Dorine stated very bluntly to Irene Crawford, who showed a frown of disdain at the news.

"Janet," Irene now declared, "I'm going to give you one last chance. You will wear a clean diaper at school today and if it is clean at day's end, you will merely be punished at the end of the Duty Mistress's session. Dorine, I will give you a note to tell the Mistress that I will designate you to discipline Janet. After that, Janet, your punishment will be completed."

Before Janet could react, Dorine tapped her roughly to lift her hindquarters so that a new diaper could be placed beneath her haunches. Dorine expertly did that and then taped the new diaper around Janet's hips. She then tapped Janet's bottom and told her she could get up and let her skirt down.

After Janet left the Principal's office, the day moved slowly. Somehow she did not drink anything so she did not need to urinate, at least not enough to mess the diaper. After making it through her classes without anyone appearing to notice that she had something bulky on beneath her grey flannel skirt, she slowly walked down to see the Duty Mistress in the discipline room.

The Duty Mistress was none other than her old friend, Adele Douglas, a science teacher who had first stirred Janet's interest in coming to work at the school. She managed to take Adele aside and tell her friend what a horrible time she had been having.

Out of earshot of the girls awaiting discipline and Dorine, who was the assigned prefect, Adele commiserated with Janet and told her she had received the note that designated Dorine as the disciplinarian who would punish Janet.

"Irene can be rather peculiar at times," Adele said plainly, "and I suppose I should have warned you about her. But I'm afraid it's too late for that. Take your medicine and this should be the end of it. I will remind Dorine, by the way, that she had better not gossip about this."

Janet sat next to Adele as the Mistress administered several canings and strappings to girls who had been reported by their classroom teachers or the prefects. None knew why she was there and some wondered why there was a new teacher present but assumed she was learning the ropes, so to speak. 

Finally the last one was dismissed and Janet marveled that Adele had given the girls what Janet felt were quite severe canings and strappings. The last girl, Wendy Haines, cried out when Adele's strap landed directly between Wendy's spread thighs and obviously had hit her doubtlessly risen clit as it landed on her pudendum. 

"Very well, Janet," Adele said with a bit of sternness. "Lift your skirt and lie down on the punishment table here. Dorine, you may untape Miss Saunders's diaper and inspect same. Kindly report to me on its condition."

Without letting her smile dissipate, Dorine rose and attended to her assignment. She loved it that Miss Crawford was letting her punish a new teacher. She peered into the open crotch as she opened the diaper and was disappointed to find that Janet had refrained from urinating or defecating into it."

"She's clean, Miss Douglas," Dorine reported, in a voice calculated to humiliate Janet even as she had managed to succeed in not soiling the horrible diaper.

"Very well, then, Dorine," Adele went on, as if reading from a script, "Miss Saunders will now rise from the table and position herself on the punishment block. Place your feet into the slots, Janet and then you may affix the cuffs to her wrists, Dorine."

Janet stepped into the slots for her feet and felt her legs spread as she did. Then Dorine placed Janet's wrists each into soft velvet cuffs that stretched her arms way out and above her body. Dorine gave Janet's skirt a final pull up, pinning it, and now exposing the English teacher's bare bottom, and her intimate charms peeking through her spread cheeks. Dorine was by now accustomed to seeing girlish pouting labia through the legs of those being punished. Janet's not only pooched out but had much more hair around them that went back through her split.

Janet's bottom, of course, bore the marks of the caning Irene Crawford had administered the previous day. The light red lines across Janet's bottom were crossed as the senior English teacher had been "gated" by the diminutive principal.

Dorine too was petite but the various Duty Mistresses had frequently allowed her to take on the task of administering discipline to pupils sent to the discipline room. She was thus expert in her use of both cane and strap. She did realize that she needed to adhere closely to the directions Miss Douglas would give her.

Janet's humiliation was at least spared the presence of other pupils, but Dorine was wearing the traditional high school girl's pleated plaid skirt and Peter Pan blouse. She already boasted a very full 34B chest and had decided her special assignment today merited her donning smoky pantyhose beneath her skirt.

Dorine had not been prone to gossip about her duties as a Prefect. The other pupils knew, of course, that she was present for corrections in the discipline room and that she even wielded the cane or strap on occasion. But the diminutive senior was going out with one of the senior class's brightest members, Nick Alcott, who was also captain of the lacrosse team. 

The previous night, Dorine had stayed late at Nick's place, and in the absence of his parents, the two had spent most of their time literally together: fucking in the handsome lacrosse midfielder's bedroom. Dorine enjoyed Nick's manly attentions and especially the feeling of his long, thick cock in her tight vagina—she had orgasmed at least four times. During the throes of their ecstasy, Nick asked Dorine if anyone unusual had happened at the discipline room, since he envied Dorine her privileged position as Prefect to the extent that she could uncover girlish bottoms before these were spanked, caned, or strapped.

Dorine had blurted out as she felt her inner muscles contract into orgasm yet again that she had been privileged to see the new English teacher, no less, caned by Principal Crawford. This bit of information stimulated Nick enough that he quickly exploded into Dorine's tight love canal. The petite senior then pleaded with her lover never to say anything about this to anyone but she left his house, with her brain reeling from her fear that he would not keep her secret as her vagina leaked their combined bodily fluids into her already sopping panties.

Dorine was handed a small tan leather strap by Adele Douglas, who whispered to her that she could apply six good strokes to Janet's bared bottom. The senior then walked a bit shakily to the prescribed spot behind Janet and announced the punishment.

"Miss Crawford, I will give you six strokes on your bare bottom with this strap," Dorine said, following the script she had been taught as a Prefect. "It is to be hoped that you will benefit from this imposition and improve your behavior."

Janet winced at hearing this imprecation from a pupil, no less. But then the sturdy Dorine began and the strap came whistling across Janet's already tenderized bottom. She managed to refrain from crying out but by the time the sixth stroke seared her poor nates, she was truly content that she had been able to retain her urine as her now-filled bladder pressed for relief.

"You may release Miss Crawford, Dorine," Adele ordered, and Dorine proceeded to undo the velvet cuffs.

Janet slowly let her skirt down and walked away from the shameful punishment spot.

Adele made some entries in the punishment book and dismissed Dorine, who left with a wide grin on her face as she thought about how she had wanted to land one strap stroke right between Janet's open legs on the tender clit in that poochy cunt that the Prefect felt was smiling defiance at her.

When Dorine had departed, Adele drew Janet to her in her arms, hugged her, and told her that she would do what she could to see that Janet stayed out of further trouble at school.

"You'll see that Irene Crawford won't be so horrible now that she feels she has broken you," Adele said.

Janet wasn't so sure after her ordeal, or ordeals, as she regarded the experience. But Adele invited her home for a nice quiet dinner with good wine. As she quaffed a lovely young Pinot Noir from Oregon, Janet thought that she would somehow outlive the awful baptism she had been subjected to at her new school.

She felt even better when Adele bade her follow to the bedroom. There she told Janet to lift her skirt yet again and she spread comforting cream on her friend's bruised and discolored bottom cheeks. She then took a pair of her favorite lavender panties from her panty drawer, helped a still shaky Janet put them on, and stripped to her own bra and pale lilac undies.

She took Janet again in her arms, beckoned her to join her, and the two held each other tight beneath the warm covers of Adele's commodious bed.



The Feared '57' Ch. 05



 This story will make more sense if you read the previous instalments. All of the characters are 18 or over--the school is a college preparatory institution that only accepts students who are age 18 or over. 



Much to her pleasure, things had finally settled down at school for Janet Saunders. The thirtyish English teacher had endured a disastrous introduction to what she had hoped would be an exciting career teaching at this experimental school where corporal punishment was utilized. Janet had not realized at the start that she would be on the receiving end and subjected to several highly humiliating punishments.

But by the second term, all this had passed. Janet, in fact, had managed to become well-liked by both her students and fellow teachers for her calm demeanor and nice sense of humor. She was a bit put off, however, when she learned that one of the school's Prefects, senior Dorine Kaufman, was now assigned to her senior English class.

Dorine had been permitted by both the Principal, Irene Crawford, and a Duty Mistress, Latin teacher Valerie Warren, to participate in the early humiliating disciplinary sessions where Janet had found herself the recipient. Dorine realized she had better mend her fences so she stopped at the teacher's desk and smiling, told Janet how pleased she was to be taking her class this term. 

Janet responded nonchalantly that she hoped Dorine would gain from the class. Dorine, of course, had not wanted to take the class. She had pleaded with her friend, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, to get her excused from the one-term English requirement the petite senior had neglected to fulfill, but Janet's was the only class that Dorine could now take to satisfy the requirement and Dorine was not pleased that this could stand between her and her graduation.

As the term began, Dorine took special care not to give Janet any reason to subject the dark-haired senior to corporal discipline. She drafted the required essays well ahead of time and managed to contribute in class in a dignified and, Janet thought, rather erudite manner. 

After having the class reading 19th century novels, Janet began class one day with a pop quiz. This was not her normal approach but she wanted to be sure she had not been letting up on this senior English class. The questions were not difficult if the students had done the required reading but virtually impossible if they had not.

Dorine had done her reading and breezed through the quiz. But her boyfriend, Nick, who was lacrosse captain, had not been paying as close attention and he sat next to Dorine in class. Nick looked over to Dorine for some help. He held up three fingers and trying to be very discreet, Dorine showed two fingers in response, presumably indicating that the answer was B.

Janet had her eye on Dorine even though the senior Prefect had not been in any trouble in the class. She realized immediately that Dorine was helping her boyfriend and without missing a beat, suddenly announced: "Miss Kaufman, Mr Alcott, please step up here right now."

Dorine cringed and realized she was in for it. Nick walked up first and tried to brazen it out. Miss Saunders stared at him unbelievingly and said, "Do I have to drag this out of both of you? I saw what was going on over there." Janet Saunders stared deeply into Dorine's eyes and Dorine knew now she was caught. 

She could only hope for the best. "I'm sorry, Miss Saunders," she said, trying not to lose her composure. "I was only trying to help him but I know I shouldn't have done it." Nick was disappointed in his girlfriend's willingness to confess but responded similarly and tried to shift the onus onto him.

Janet kept her strict demeanor and said, "I am referring you both to the Duty Mistress. You will report after school. You both should consider yourself lucky that I am doing that instead of failing you on the quiz and in conduct for the term."

As they stood there while the class gazed on them, aware that the two were in deep trouble, Janet quietly wrote out the two pink disciplinary slips and carefully sealed them in envelopes with the large black letters "DUTY MISTRESS" printed on them. She entered the date and deposited them in the pneumatic tube that would quickly transport them to the school office.

Dorine realized immediately that they were incredibly lucky. She knew that as a Prefect she would receive a very severe caning from the Duty Mistress but it was far better than having her grades lowered or the failing grade in conduct. This punishment also would not be reported to her parents.

***

Janet decided to take some special pains to make sure that this punishment did not cause problems for her. She knew that Dorine would soon find out that today's Duty Mistress was none other than Janet herself. This was because Dorine was a close friend of the Latin teacher, Virginia Warren, who had been the Duty Mistress who had disciplined Janet back when the English teacher first joined the faculty. Janet was still quite wary of the imperious Virginia, who seemed more full of herself than even Principal Irene Crawford.

Janet knew that there was no rule against a teacher serving as Duty Mistress when one of the pupils on the punishment list was from her own class. The school held that teachers could be relied on to impose punishment fairly if severely; in fact, the Duty Mistress after-school system had been originated to avoid disrupting each class with discipline.

When Janet went to the Duty Mistress's room after school, however, she gazed at that day's list, saw Dorine's name, but not Dorine. "Oh, Miss Saunders," the Prefect for the day, Elaine Dowson, said to her, "Dorine went home sick and asked me to request that you postpone her discipline." Elaine blushed at the very idea that a Prefect required disciplining.

"Is Mr. Alcott here?" Janet said, loudly. A very contrite Nick rose and walked to the front where Janet was discussing the duty roster with Elaine. 

Janet thought for a moment and said, "Today is Wednesday. If Miss Kaufman is not back in school this week, we will postpone this further. Mr. Alcott, you will be punished with Miss Kaufman. I will tentatively schedule a special session on Friday, one-half hour after the usual Duty Mistress session and you two are scheduled for then. You may go now."

Nick blushed and quietly left. Janet turned to Elaine and said, "I'm sorry that I will have to ask you to stay on Friday afternoon, Elaine, but I will need a Prefect to assist me. I assume you will be able to serve then." Prefects were always expected to accommodate their schedules to the needs of the Duty Mistress. 

Elaine nodded her assent. She was only a junior and being able to serve as Duty Prefect when a senior Prefect was being punished was an extraordinary event for her. She liked Dorine but did think that the senior was a bit full of herself. She wondered what Dorine and Nick had been caught doing that resulted in their being sent to the Duty Mistress.

When Nick stopped off to tell Dorine the bad news—that her feigned sickness had not allowed her to escape from Janet Saunders' serving as Duty Mistress—the senior Prefect first cried and then muttered, "She's not going to get away with this." She picked up her telephone.

***

Virginia Warren was surprised to receive the call from Dorine. She liked the girl and there was even more to their relationship that featured evenings spent at Virginia's plush apartment. After hearing the girl plead for assistance, she said, "Dorine, I doubt that I can do anything. Normally I could get you re-assigned but Miss Crawford would not tolerate my doing that for you, especially when Janet Saunders is the referring and Duty Mistress. But I will speak to her on your behalf for whatever help it may be. I hope it doesn't get you extras."

After hanging up, Virginia allowed herself a chuckle. She sensed that Janet knew she had Dorine right where she wanted her and it made little sense to ask her colleague for a favor that was highly unlikely to be granted, especially in view of the past history between the two of them.

She decided against using her cell phone but arrived early at school the following day. She ventured into the women teachers' room and found Janet there with the obligatory cup of coffee in her hand. She filled her own cup and walked over. The two had rarely exchanged more than pleasantries.

"I did want to mention something to you, Janet," she began. "I know you have reason not to have any special liking for me but I would hope you wouldn't take that out on Dorine. You might want to re-assign the discipline, not to me, but to someone without any history here."

Janet tried to be friendly despite her long-held dislike for the Latin teacher. "I guess, Virginia, that I'm treating it like any other situation," she said calmly. "It so happened that I was the assigned Duty Mistress. And when a pupil on the list goes home ill, it is usual practice for the Duty Mistress to retain the matter as a special. I'm sure you know that all too well."

Virginia smiled in return and said, "You are correct, of course, Janet, and I only spoke because I didn't want to see the past play a part in what happens here."

"I have no intention of allowing it to do so," Janet said, a bit more firmly. "In fact, as you know, cheating in class is an offense that is punishable by far more serious discipline than referral to the Duty Mistress. We don't tolerate cheaters and I could have failed both of them right then."

Virginia knew when to back off and she smiled and said, "I only wanted to make sure you considered everything. It's really none of my business." And with that, she walked away.

***

Janet decided she had better cover her bases. She stopped in at the end of the day and spoke briefly to the Principal, Irene Crawford. Irene was regarded as fair even though Janet thought the diminutive principal had taken special pleasure in disciplining Janet in very ignominious fashion when the English teacher first arrived at the school and had not known all the ins and outs.

Irene was cordial and when Janet explained the situation, Irene's face grew stern and she said to Janet, "You should proceed exactly as you have. I don't want any kind of favoritism to play any role in our disciplinary process. I will also speak to Virginia because she should not have tried to intervene. You should know that I do like Dorine but she misbehaved and must pay the price."

Janet thanked her and moved on. She saw that Dorine had returned to school and even came to Janet's English class, which proceeded uneventfully. Friday passed without further incident and soon it was 4:30 P.M., the set time for Janet's special session.

She proceeded to the Duty Mistress's room and found Virginia Warren there, finishing up a session with four girls and two boys being disciplined. This school of course dealt with older students because 18 was the lowest entry age and pupils were aiming to apply for advanced standing at university.

Virginia had finished her duties, smiled at Janet, and said, "I hope you didn't take my comment the other day the wrong way, Janet."

Janet responded coolly that she hadn't and she hoped to dispose of this matter shortly.

With that, the Latin teacher and the two Prefects aiding her left the room and soon there was a knock on the door and Elaine Dowson entered.

She nodded to Janet, went into the rear room, where punishment was administered, and checked on the equipment and supplies. Returning to Janet, she said, "Miss Saunders, all the equipment is ready and there are nettles and gloves in the drawer as well as ginger sticks."

Elaine was somewhat surprised at the content of the disciplinary slip Janet had submitted. The Prefect was responsible for preparation for the punishment and she had never seen a session during which nettles or ginger figs had been employed. Elaine knew that these added punishments were sometimes given but she had never had the experience of serving a Duty Mistress who had used them. Elaine was accustomed to seeing canes and paddles aplenty coming down on feminine backsides.

"Oh well," she thought, "seeing a senior Prefect and her boyfriend disciplined will be quite an event."

* **

At the appointed time, the door opened and Dorine and Nick walked in. Both were nonchalant but Janet and Elaine could both see that they were subdued to the nth degree.

Janet read from the disciplinary slips, which would be entered in the Punishment Book kept in the Duty Mistress's chamber. "Dorine Kaufman. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend nettles. Signed, Miss Saunders." Dorine blanched when she heard that nettles were to be imposed. She bit her lip but started to weep quietly.

"Nicholas Alcott. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend figging. Signed, Miss Saunders." Nick also turned a bit pale as he knew what figging meant but had never experienced that particular embellishment of the disciplinary process.

"The Duty Prefect will escort the pupils to the punishment site," Janet stated, "and they will be strapped onto adjoining platforms."

With that, Elaine motioned to the two seniors to follow her. She pointed to the two low platforms where Dorine and Nick each got down on all fours as Elaine attached ankle and wrist straps that bound them to the platform. This was also something different for Elaine; she had been accustomed to having the pupil being punished merely bend over the horse or the punishment table in the main anteroom.

Janet followed her into the punishment chamber. "The Duty Prefect will prepare the pupils for discipline," she said plainly.

Elaine proceeded now to carefully raise Dorine's skirt well above her waist, exposing white sheer panties. She pinned the skirt up and slid the panties down to Dorine's knees, as the straps holding her legs apart did not permit them to fall lower. Elaine almost gasped as she realized she could see Dorine's dark pubic hair through her open legs and her pooched pudendum exposed from the rear along with her pretty little anal rosette.

Janet, too, was impressed with Dorine's commodious bottom. She wished she had the freedom to pay even closer attention to Dorine's partially-hidden charms between the girl's legs. But then, Janet took solace in knowing that the nettles would do her work for her between Dorine's pretty legs.

Then the Prefect turned to Nick, reached under to undo his belt and unhook his trousers which she pulled down below his knees, followed by his white jockey shorts. She chuckled as she noticed a slight skidmark in the boy's otherwise clean jockey shorts.

'The pupils are prepared," Elaine said quietly to Janet. Janet then surprised everyone by altering the pattern.

"Please proceed to fig both pupils," Janet ordered. This meant Dorine would also be figged as well as Nick—even though Janet had only stated on the punishment slip that Nick would be figged—and meant they both might be punished with nettles as well, a thought Janet hoped to engender in both of them.

Elaine took the ginger sticks from the compartment, placed a bit of lube on each and then proceeded to insert each in the anus of Dorine and then Nick. Both flinched, more at the shame of having their most private opening invaded than by the insertion. The pain would come as the ginger secreted its juice which would inflame the inner tissues of the anal area. Elaine was amazed at how powerful she felt being deputized to make these insertions in the seniors' most private openings. She felt a sprinkling of excitement in her own panties.

She almost blushed as she poked the stick slowly to open the anal rosette of each of them. Dorine's was cute and girly and Nick's had more hair around it, and given that boys were far less careful about their hygiene, she thought she saw some flecks of fecal matter on the hair near his anal opening.

Janet then retrieved her favorite thin cane from the rack containing a fearsome range of such implements. She made it whistle in the air as she tested her reach. Then she lay it on Dorine's alabaster bottom cheeks, drew it back, and applied three quick strokes directly across the middle of her buttocks. The strokes were effective even though it seemed Janet had merely flicked the little cane. Dorine let loose with a scream that Elaine knew was normal with the cane.

Janet now moved over to Nick and gave him three of the same. He also screeched in the soundproof punishment chamber. Janet returned to stand next to Dorine and applied three more crisp strokes to the girl's lower bottom, near the crease with her thighs. She let out a piercing shriek. When Janet gave Nick three more in that same tender region, he also screamed.

While Janet knew she would not get into trouble even if she gave each of them another six, she decided to stop at six. She directed Elaine to remove the ginger figs, which occasioned both a response but relief in both pupils. Then she said to Elaine, "Please place the nettles in Dorine's underpants."

Elaine went to the compartment, put on the plastic gloves, withdrew a bunch of nettles, and walked behind Dorine, where she placed the bunch neatly in the crotch of the girl's panties, and then pulled them up tight on Dorine. Janet indicated to Elaine that she could pull up Nick's jockey shorts without any nettles being inserted.

"Please unstrap them, Prefect," Janet finally ordered Elaine. The Prefect followed the order and Janet motioned to the two of them to stand. They did and the discomfort Dorine was already feeling was evident from the frown on her face caused by the nettles rubbing her most tender places between her legs.

"I hope you both understand that you have been given a comparatively light punishment for the offense of cheating in class," Janet said. "As you know, all offenses are included on your permanent record but will be removed if you do not earn any further punishment for the next six months."

Turning to Dorine, she added, "Your punishment includes wearing nettles until tomorrow. You will report to me here before classes for inspection and removal. Until then, you are not to remove the nettles. You are both dismissed."

Dorine realized finally that this was Janet's not-so-subtle way of getting back at her for the events some months ago when Janet was disciplined in her first week as a teacher, with Dorine allowed to witness and even impose some of the punishment. The nettles were already stinging her in the most sensitive places but she understood that she had to keep her demeanor to emerge without lasting scars from this encounter.

"Thank you, Miss, for disciplining me," she said to Janet. Realizing that his girlfriend understood how to behave here, Nick, somewhat unaccustomed to being punished or being present for it as Dorine was as a Prefect, followed her example. Then, both calmly walked out of the chamber.

***

Elaine was somewhat non-plussed at the entire experience. She was a junior Prefect and had not served as Prefect for a special session before. She decided to tell Janet what she felt.

"Miss Saunders," Elaine asked, "may I mention something to you?"

"Of course, Elaine," Janet smiled after the two being punished had departed.

"Miss, I think you let them off rather lightly for a cheating offense, which we prefects are told is one of the most serious at school," Elaine said, "but on the other hand, having Dorine wear the nettles in her panties was quite severe. I'm not questioning you at all, and it is not at all my place to do anything like that, but did you have a reason for that?"

Janet almost responded coolly but recalled that Elaine had never been a problem for her.

"No, Elaine," she said, "I believe that after the expectations they probably had, it was generous not to impose the most severe punishment regarding caning. However, as a senior Prefect, I felt Dorine deserved something quite well targeted to focus her thinking on how she had let down herself and the other Prefects. I believed that the nettles will accomplish that."




The Feared '57' Ch. 05



Janet decided it was totally improper for her to tell the still-somewhat innocent Elaine that if she had occasion either to recommend or impose any further punishment for Dorine Kaufman, that unlucky girl would be feeling the cane in between her legs.

***

When Janet returned to her apartment, her friend and colleague Adele Douglas was waiting for her in the lobby. Janet had been so involved in the discipline session that she had almost forgotten that Adele and she had a date for dinner.

"So how is the school's preeminent disciplinarian?" Adele asked with a grin.

"You know that I'm one of the lightest when it comes even to sending people for discipline," Janet answered calmly.

"Yes, I know," Adele said, "but I know how you must have felt seeing Dorine's bare bottom there for your contemplation and fustigation."

Janet blushed a bit but said, "You're right in that I was easy on them both but did fig them and did make her leave with nettles in her panties."

By this time, the two had reached Janet's pleasant apartment and went inside.

Janet mentioned that she needed to use the bathroom and Adele smiled as she followed her into that room. Once there, Janet rucked up her skirt and was about to lower her panties when Adele told her to wait.

"Miss Saunders," she said with a grin, "you will await permission to use the toilet. Please recognize that this is a privilege. You may sit on the toilet with your panties up."

Janet loved it that Adele was subjecting her to a modest form of torture in that the senior English instructor needed to pee very badly.

"Miss," she implored, "I do need to go very badly. May I have permission to lower my panties?"

Adele nodded and said that she could lower her panties but could not urinate until given permission.

Janet responded and Adele enjoyed seeing her friend's blazing red bush and strained face.

"Spread your labia for me, dear," Adele directed, and Janet grinned and complied as she held her lower lips apart for Adele's careful inspection.

"There clearly is some wetness there," Adele intoned. "I assume some excitement accompanied today's disciplinary session."

Janet nodded her assent and Adele calmly said, "All right then, you may pee."

***

Morning came all too soon for Janet, after spending a wonderful night in bed with her good friend Adele. Janet loved her friend's sophistication and her equally strong enjoyment of the erotic and disciplinary behaviors for which Janet also had great fondness.

Janet was in her classroom preparing for her first class when Dorine came by. 

"Close the door and lock it, Dorine," Janet said calmly but determinedly.

The senior Prefect did close the door and stood in front of Janet's desk. 

"Lift your skirt, Dorine, and lower your panties for inspection," Janet stated starkly.

Dorine responded by following the teacher's instructions and Janet was facing a neatly-cropped triangle of hair between Dorine's engaging legs and a view of the crotch of her white panties with the nettles still nestled deep in that place.

Janet stared into the panty crotch and saw that the nettles were still comparatively fresh-looking in appearance. She assumed Dorine had removed them when she got home and then re-inserted them this morning when she dressed for school.

"You removed the nettles last night, didn't you, Dorine?" Janet said very plainly as if there could be no possible doubt about the statement.

"No, Miss Saunders, I kept them in there since yesterday," Dorine pleaded.

"Dorine, I hope you don't think you can fool me with this kind of trick. I've been using the nettles long enough so that I can tell when they've been next to your warmth all night. These clearly have not," Janet intoned.

"Please don't punish me any more, Miss Saunders," Dorine responded. "Yes, I did take them out because my—you know, down there—was on fire. It was so awful, Miss. I'm sorry, I wanted to do what you said, but it was so awful."

Janet kept her calm demeanor on show. "Dorine, you disobeyed my instructions so you will keep the nettles in your panties all day and return to me at the end of the day—in the Duty Mistress's room," Janet stated. "You will also stop by here before lunch hour to be checked. If I find any further disobedience, you will in future be checked every hour and you may look forward to a lengthy and unenjoyable time in the Duty Mistress's room."

Dorine nodded her agreement and willingness to comply.

"Very well," Janet said, "You may go now."

***

Dorine came by right on time before lunch, locked the room door, and presented herself to Janet, who nodded that she had passed inspection.

Janet was the Duty Mistress today. She had four girls to punish, with two other Prefects on hand to assist. They were surprised to see their senior Prefect, Dorine Kaufman, sitting on the bench with the other pupils awaiting discipline.

After finishing with these punishments, which all involved the cane on bare feminine bottoms, and which were given right in the main room with all watching, Janet dismissed the four girls and the Duty Prefects.

Dorine remained on the bench. She was trying not to let Janet know how much the day's wear of the nettles had bothered her and left her crotch area in real pain.

"Come into the other room, Dorine," Janet said, now that they were alone.

When Dorine came into the same room she had been disciplined in the day before, she blanched in recollection of the shame she had endured being secured, caned, and made to wear the horrid nettles in her panties. She actually got so unnerved by a return to the scene that she began to cry quietly.

"Now, now, Dorine," Janet said warmly, "this will soon be over so don't let this get you upset. Go ahead and lift your skirt now."

The young Prefect proceeded to lift her nice grey flannel skirt, exposing the familiar white sheer panties into which the biting nettles had been placed. Janet stood behind her, put her thumbs in the waistband of the panties, and pulled them down carefully to avoid disturbing the nettles in the crotch.

Once Janet saw the redness all over Dorine's crack in back and pretty pussy in front, she knew the Prefect had obeyed the sentence this time.

"I hope this day has made you realize that you have to comply with punishments, Dorine," she stated. "Since it looks that you have, I will end the punishment." She proceeded to put her gloves on, remove the bunch of nettles from Dorine's panty crotch, and discard them.

Dorine was then allowed to pull up her panties, lower her skirt, and leave. She made sure to thank the teacher.

"Thank you for disciplining me, Miss. I'm sure it will benefit me," Dorine said.

"Very well, then," Janet responded, "but remember this experience. Don't expect any leniency if there is a next time. You are dismissed."

"Miss Saunders, are you down on me because of what happened—when, when you first started here?" Dorine managed to ask in a small voice.

"No, Dorine," Janet responded. "I hope we both have put all that behind us and I hope this particular situation won't be repeated again. We each have roles to play at this school and I harbor no animosity just as I hope you do not either because I caught you cheating. I do think you are a bright girl with fine prospects. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot partly because of decisions made by other people. I know you must be aggrieved now but I hope we may even become friends in the future."

Dorine seemed a bit relieved by Miss Saunders' answer. She moved toward Janet and hugged the English teacher, who hugged her in return. 

"Miss Saunders, you're really a peach," Dorine managed to say with a smile. "I do understand that I deserved what you gave me, and probably more, in view of my breaking the rules as Senior Prefect. I can't tell you how much it still hurts down there but I am so grateful for what you just said."

With that, the pretty senior Prefect whispered a last thank you and calmly left the Duty Mistress's chamber.