WARNING: ADULTS ONLY The following story contains very strong sexual themes. Do not read it if you are under 18 years old .

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HISTORY CLASS

by Yasmin

Fletcher High School had never employed an American before. The arrival of Toni Meckler, a young woman from Seattle, was therefore a novelty. Even before she stepped through the gate on her first day she was the main topic of conversation in the staff room. But the other teachers welcomed her with smiles and warm greetings. They shook her hand politely when Carol Broom, the middle-aged headmistress, introduced each of them by name and subject.

"This is Margaret Hicks. Art and Design. She's our longest-serving member of staff. The person sitting on her right is Joanne Scullard, head of Geography. And the one making coffee in the corner is Lynn Carrington, my deputy headmistress. Lynn teaches Mathematics and coaches the senior tennis team."

The list of names and subjects soon became quite bewildering for the new arrival. She was, after all, still trying to find her feet after flying in from the United States only two days earlier. Her apartment in the town was owned by the school and was fairly cheap to rent but it was rather old and shabby. It was, however, adequate for her short period of employment in England. Within six months she would be heading back across the Atlantic to resume her university studies. She planned to take a master's degree in history before applying for a teaching position at a college in Seattle.

The headmistress escorted her around the staff room, introducing her to everyone as 'Antonia Jane Meckler' before announcing afterwards that the shorter name 'Toni' was preferred by Miss Meckler herself. After the introductions were over, Carol took Toni back to the main office to have a chat about duties, rules and regulations. The headmistress sat behind her big oak desk, while Toni sat in a creaky plastic chair on the other side. There were big differences between the two women, quite apart from their nationality. Carol was a large lady in her early fifties. She had short blonde hair, flecked with gray, and a chubby pink face. She wore a tight-fitting blue suit of jacket and skirt with a frilly white blouse. By contrast, Toni was a small, slim brunette of twenty-two, a fresh-faced young woman with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. She, too, wore a dark suit but it was tailored to fit her slender figure and looked very elegant.

"You'll be with us for six months," the headmistress announced. "I hope you enjoy your time here at Fletcher High, which is one of the last bastions of traditional British education. I believe this is your first job since graduating from college."

"Yes, Mrs Broom," Toni replied.

"My title is Mrs not Miss ," said the older woman, brandishing the wedding-ring on her finger. "I'm one of the few staff members who has a husband. The rest are either too eccentric to get married or too gay to be interested in men."

Toni wondered if she was meant to laugh at the remark, so she cautiously ventured a small smile. "I guess it doesn't really matter. This is the modern world, after all."

Carol leaned back in her chair, chuckling merrily. "Modern? There's nothing modern about this institution. Here at Fletcher High School For Girls we pride ourselves on tradition and heritage and on the old ways of doing things. I'm sure you know all about tradition, having come here to teach history to our Re-Sitters."

"Re-Sitters?" Toni queried, frowning at the unfamiliar term.

"I mean the pupils who failed their A-levels," the headmistress explained. "They have to re-sit the exams next summer."

"A-levels, yes," Toni mused. "That's what you British call the exams at the end of high school. I guess my main task is to make sure the Re-Sitters don't fail a second time."

"That's right. This year we have only three Re-Sitters for historical subjects, so your task should be fairly straightforward. We hope you can teach those lazy strumpets how to behave like intelligent young women."

"If they pass two A-levels they can go to college next year?" Toni ventured.

She was still unsure about some aspects of the education system in England but she relished the challenge offered by her six-month contract.

"Yes, that's right. Two A-levels is the minimum requirement for university."

Toni flicked her long brown hair behind her shoulders and smiled: "It seems strange to be teaching pupils who are only a few years younger than me. These three girls are all eighteen, I believe. I'm looking forward to meeting them."

Carol's brows furrowed in a heavy frown. "Don't get too friendly with them. They're a trio of cunning vixens who know how to exploit a new teacher's weaknesses. Keep your relationship with them on a formal level. If they step out of line, give them a taste of traditional discipline."

Toni smiled, thinking that the remark was meant as a joke, until she saw the headmistress staring at her with a serious scowl. "I'm not sure what you mean, Mrs Broom," she said. "Are you talking about corporal punishment? I thought it was banned in British schools."

"Not at Fletcher High," Carol replied sternly. "Here, we maintain a strict policy of physical chastisement. It is rarely inflicted on the younger girls - the ones of twelve and thirteen - but the older ones tend to be more rebellious and more deserving of punishment. The girls in the Re-Sit class are not exempt from the code of discipline."

"But they're fully grown young women of eighteen!" Toni protested. "Surely you don't...."

"They get spanked like everyone else," Carol interrupted. "If they cause trouble during your lessons you must give their bottoms a good beating."

"With what?" Toni asked. "A great big horsewhip?"

"Please don't be facetious, Miss Meckler. We take discipline very seriously at this school. Like all teachers here you will be expected to spank your pupils if they misbehave. The method of chastisement is quite simple. Just bend the girl over your knee, lift up her skirt and slap her backside with the palm of your hand. Ten slaps is the usual penalty for minor transgressions, such as flouting the rules on appropriate clothing."

"My God!" Toni exclaimed. "It sounds so brutal, so primitive. I'm not sure if I can bring myself to smack a girl's bare bottom, no matter what she has done."

Carol grinned, shaking her head slowly. "Bare bottoms?" she said. "That would indeed be too barbaric, even for this fine old school. No, Miss Meckler, we are not as savage as you think. All spankings are inflicted through the fabric of the girl's knickers."

Again Toni frowned. "Knickers? You mean panties?"

"Here in Britain we usually say knickers when referring to female underwear. But don't worry! You will soon get used to our strange words and eccentric customs. Now, unless you have any more questions, we really should introduce you to your pupils. Follow me, please."

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The classroom for Toni and her three pupils was in a small, separate building called Pine Lodge. This stood among trees on the edge of the sports field and lay in a quiet corner of the school grounds. In the classroom Toni found her Re-Sitters already sitting at their desks. They stood up as soon as the headmistress entered but were ordered to sit down immediately. Toni was surprised to see that even these older girls wore the full uniform of the school: white blouse, short white socks, blue tie and short black skirt. Their uniforms had obviously been bought at least a couple of years before: the skirts and blouses fitted tightly and were noticeably too small. All three girls had obviously developed quite considerably since their uniforms were purchased. The hems of their skirts reached barely to mid-thigh and their blouses strained to contain their blossoming bosoms. They stared at their new teacher while the headmistress introduced her.

"This is Miss Meckler from Seattle. She will be with you from now until Easter, to help you study History. She has excellent qualifications and is a specialist on pre-Revolutionary France."

Then the girls were ordered to introduce themselves, in alphabetical order by surname. The first to speak was a tall, athletic blonde with long hair and icy blue eyes. "Rachel Hawkins," she said, winking at her two friends. She was sitting in the middle and seemed to be the leader of the trio.

On Rachel's right sat a smaller girl with a pale face, gray eyes and a ponytail of flame-red curls. She gave a sly smile as she spoke: "I'm Natalie Reeves," she said. "But everyone calls me Nat or Reevo."

The third pupil was of Indian origin: a sultry brown-skinned beauty with dark eyes and a long, shiny mane of thick black hair. "Shabina Shah," she murmured, flashing her pearl-white teeth in a dazzling smile. "Most people call me Shabby or Shabz."

After the introductions the headmistress reminded the girls to abide by the rules or face the consequences. "Just because you're eighteen," she said, "don't think you're too big to get spanked. If you cause problems for Miss Meckler she will have no choice but to punish you in the usual way."

After giving this stern warning she strode out of the room, leaving the young American alone with the Re-Sitters. Toni sat down behind the desk at the front and took off her jacket. The three girls gazed at her in silence, before the blonde one - Rachel Hawkins - cleared her throat to ask a question.

"Are you a lesbian, Miss?" she inquired bluntly, smirking when she heard her friends sniggering beside her.

Toni felt her cheeks blush but she was determined to maintain her composure. She guessed that the question was meant to disrupt the lesson before it got started.

"Why do you wish to know?" she replied.

"Because there's a rumor going around the school, " Rachel continued. "People are saying you're gay, but I don't believe them. You're too young and too pretty to be a lesbian."

"The rumor is true," said Toni. "I am indeed gay, but it has no relevance to my work at this school. Now, please open your European History textbooks at the chapter on the Franco-Prussian War."

"You really don't look like a lesbian, Miss," said Natalie Reeves, the petite redhead.

Still blushing, Toni tried to brush off the remark with a casual shrug. "Look, girls," she said. "My personal life is completely irrelevant to your studies. Shall we get down to some serious work? I want you to spend the next ten minutes quietly reading the chapter. After that, we'll discuss the rise of Prussia and the causes of the war."

The three pupils exchanged furtive smiles before obeying the new teacher's instruction. Toni felt relieved that they undertook the task without making a fuss, each girl peering down at her textbook to scan the pages diligently. Toni looked through her own copy of the book, though she frequently peered across her desk to monitor the trio's progress. She soon realized that a downward glance gave her a clear view beneath each girl's desk. The vision of three pairs of slim teenage legs was very pleasant but she tried not to stare too much.

Unfortunately the temptation to stare became unbearable, chiefly because the girls' skirts were so short that their underwear was plainly visible. Toni felt a slight dryness in her throat when she saw a triangle of blue cotton peeping between each pair of sleek, well-toned thighs. She wondered why these three girls were wearing what seemed to be identical panties. They were wearing not only the same color, and the same material, but also the same shade of blue. It reminded Toni of the deep blue of a night sky in midsummer.

At one point Rachel Hawkins lifted her head to look up at the teacher. Their eyes met briefly across the desks until Toni quickly averted her gaze. Her heart was pounding and her cheeks felt like they were on fire, for she knew that the young blonde had seen her catching some furtive peeks of smooth bare legs and tight blue panties. Rachel's smile when she lowered her head again was a sly, knowing curl of her succulent pink lips. She seemed to resume her silent reading but, inch by inch, her thighs slowly parted to spread wider beneath the desk. The movement was intended to expose her panty-crotch and to lure the new teacher's admiring glance. The plan succeeded, despite Toni's strenuous efforts to resist the temptation to stare.

"Do you like the view, Miss?" Rachel inquired calmly, while her friends giggled into their textbooks.

"I don't know what you mean," Toni replied. "Please continue your reading. We have a lot of work to get through today."

"I saw you staring at my knickers," said Rachel. "Don't deny it, Miss Meckler! Your face is red and there's a guilty look in your eyes."

Toni began to feel embarrassed and angry. Slamming her book down on the desk she glared across at the smirking blonde and said: "You silly young woman! Are you always so insolent and disruptive? Your behavior is absolutely appalling."

Shabina, the beautiful Indian girl, gave an exaggerated frown and a serious nod. "You're right, Miss," she said, struggling to suppress a smile. "Rachel is terribly naughty. She deserves to be punished for her insolence."

Red-haired Natalie joined in with a similar display of feigned disapproval. "I agree with Shabby," she said. "We won't make any progress in our studies while Rachel disrupts them. Being cheeky to a teacher is a serious breach of school regulations. She has no right to tease you about your homosexuality, Miss Meckler. I think you should give her a really good spanking."

"The rules demand it, Miss," Shabina added. "You need to put Rachel over your lap and slap her bottom."

Leaning back in her chair, Toni used both hands to flick her long brown tresses behind her shoulders. "Let's not over-react here," she said. "I don't agree with corporal punishment in schools. You three are grown-up girls of eighteen, so a spanking would be totally inappropriate. I prefer to discuss problems in an adult way. Now, Rachel, please tell me why you...."

At that moment the door opened and a head peeped around it. It was Carol Broom, the headmistress. Her chubby pink face beamed a smile as she asked: "How are you getting on, Miss Meckler? Are these three young ladies behaving themselves?"

Before Toni could stutter a reply, the question was answered by Shabina. "Mrs Broom!" she said, raising her arm. "Rachel Hawkins is disrupting the lesson, as usual. She accused Miss Meckler of peeping under her desk."

Rachel grinned nonchalantly and looked up at the headmistress. "Our new teacher is a lesbian," she said. "I saw her staring at my knickers."

All three girls broke into fits of sniggering and cackling, their mirth ceasing only when the headmistress clapped her large hands very loudly. "Silence!" she yelled, startling not only the pupils but also their teacher. "Rachel Hawkins! I have warned you many times about your behavior. Insolence and disruption will not be tolerated at Fletcher High. You know the penalty for such naughtiness. Stand up and apologize at once!"

Still smirking, the blonde teenager rose slowly to her feet and straightened the hem of her short black skirt. "I'm sorry, Miss Meckler," she said, though her pale blue eyes gleamed mischievously.

"That's okay, Rachel," Toni replied, accepting the apology with a friendly smile. "Let's just forget the whole thing and start over. I'm sure we can sort out any...."

"Hawkins!" the headmistress growled fiercely. "You know what you need to do next."

"Yes, Mrs Broom," Rachel replied softly, before leaving her desk to stand beside Toni's chair. With a bewildered frown the young American teacher looked up at the headmistress to silently plead for guidance.

"Miss Meckler," said Carol, keeping her angry gaze fixed on the insolent schoolgirl. "Please turn your chair to face Rachel and keep your knees rigid."

"I don't want to do this," Toni protested. "I don't agree with...."

"Hawkins!" the headmistress interrupted again. "Bend over Miss Meckler's knees."

Rachel gave a grin and a wink to her friends, both of whom giggled furtively. Then she knelt on the floor at the side of the chair and began to slowly crawl onto the teacher's lap until she lay full-length across it. With her stomach resting on Toni's thighs she stretched her legs taut and pressed them tightly together. Bending her arms she reached down to clasp the feet of the chair and lowered her head so that her long blonde tresses tumbled down like a golden cascade.

Toni felt rather awkward and uncomfortable. Rachel was a strong, athletic girl and her torso weighed heavily. Toni tried to stop her mind savoring the sensation of a firm young body resting on her thighs. Even through the dark fabric of her suit skirt and the thin white cotton of the girl's blouse she could feel the warmth of healthy teenage flesh in her lap.

"Lift the skirt, Miss Meckler," said the headmistress. "Pull it up, please. All the way back to Rachel's waist."

Nervously, with trembling fingers, Toni lifted the hem of the short black skirt. Slowly she drew it back to reveal Rachel's deliciously pert bottom in smooth blue panties. The material was a soft, stretchy cotton that highlighted every supple contour of the girl's buttocks. Toni felt a slight tingle in her pussy as her eyes traced the shape of the underwear. Her gaze followed the curving edge of the panties from the sewn cross-seam at the rear of the gusset, over the swelling globe of each ass-cheek, up to the narrow sides high on Rachel's hips. Between the buttocks the tight blue cotton vanished into a firmly-clenched cleft.

"Ten slaps," the headmistress said solemnly. "Begin the punishment."

Toni raised her right hand but hesitated for a few moments. She felt confused, uncertain and embarrassed. The hard gaze of the headmistress, and the mischievous twinkling eyes of Natalie and Shabina, were fixed upon her. The walls of the room seemed to throb with expectancy. Looking down, she saw Rachel's panty-clad bottom twitching deliciously in her lap. A part of her wanted to tell the girl to get up and return to her seat, but another part simmered with lust at the prospect of spanking such a beautiful teenage ass.

"Do it, Miss," Rachel whispered softly. "Give me what I deserve,"

Smack! The noise startled Toni as her hand came down hard on the young blonde's backside. She sensed the stiffening of Rachel's body at the stinging pain. Smack! The second slap stung one perky buttock. Smack! The third made the other cheek tighten defensively.

"Harder!" the headmistress barked.

Toni raised her arm higher to double the force of the next slap. Smack! She felt her palm tingling after it struck Rachel's left buttock. The girl gave a small whimper, but followed it with an impish giggle.

"Halt!" said the headmistress. "It is customary to pause halfway through the spanking, to allow the pain to simmer for a while."

Taking a deep breath, Toni sat back in her chair and tried to relax. Her knees felt numbed by the weight of a sturdy young body pressing on her lap. Looking down, she saw that her right hand was resting on Rachel's ass. Beneath her fingertips the blue panties felt smooth and warm and tight. She moved her hand slightly, intending to place it somewhere less intimate, but found to her surprise that she was stroking the cotton groove between the schoolgirl's buttocks. A soft purring sound came from Rachel, who began to move her hips in a gentle writhing motion.

"Miss Meckler!" the headmistress said sternly. "There is no need to soothe the culprit's discomfort. Tender caresses are not part of the discipline program here at Fletcher High. Please resume the punishment."

Smack! Toni delivered the sixth slap, using as much strength as she could muster. Four more followed in quick succession until, at last, the exertion left her gasping and sweating. Her right hand ached from the force of the final blows but she knew that the stinging in Rachel's bottom was far more painful. The tightly-stretched panties offered little protection from a merciless spanking.

"Get up, Miss Hawkins!" the headmistress ordered. "That's right, girl. Stand up and straighten your skirt. Are you too sore to sit?"

"No, Mrs Broom," Rachel answered quietly. Her pretty face was a bright shade of pink and her blue tie had become rather disheveled. But she winked at her friends as she rose to her feet with a defiant grin.

"Return to your desk and continue your studies," the headmistress yelled. "If you give your new teacher any more trouble the penalty will be extremely severe. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs Broom."

Carol gave an exasperated sigh and looked down at Toni, who sat now with her chair in its normal position behind her desk. "You did well, Miss Meckler," said the headmistress.

"Thank you, Mrs Broom. It is not something I have ever done before. Nor do I wish to repeat it."

"Sometimes it cannot be avoided," said Carol. "If the rules are broken, the culprit must be spanked. This is a sacred tradition of the school and everyone accepts it. The teachers, the parents, even the girls themselves. All of us accept that the old ways are still the best." She paused to look over at Rachel, who sat smirking at her desk. "As for you, Miss Hawkins, I am pleased to see you have chosen to wear regulation knickers again."

Toni glanced up at the headmistress and said: "Regulation knickers? What do you mean?"

The three schoolgirls sniggered again until Carol Broom silenced their mirth with a scowl.

"I'm sorry, Miss Meckler," she said. "Sometimes I forget you're an American. Perhaps the high schools in your country don't maintain strict rules about female underwear? In Britain we regard every item of clothing as an important part of a schoolgirl's uniform. The tradition is starting to disappear in the more modern and progressive schools, the chaotic places where discipline is almost non-existent. But here at Fletcher High we maintain a formal attitude to the appearance of our students. As you can see, even the older girls must wear blouse, skirt and tie in the regulation colors and styles. The same strict code applies to underwear, too: every girl must wear blue panties during indoor classes. No other colors are acceptable, as Miss Hawkins found out a few weeks ago year when she turned up in a pair of black lace briefs. She thought she could get away with it, but her secret was discovered when she undressed for the swimming class."

"I got spanked by three teachers," Rachel added sheepishly, peering up from her history textbook.

"It simply couldn't happen in the United States," said Toni. "This school would be buried under lawsuits from parents if it tried to impose such weird rules."

"Miss Hawkins," said the headmistress. "Tell Miss Meckler how your parents reacted when you got home that night, after your triple spanking."

"My mother made me cut up my black lace knickers," Rachel explained. "Then she made me write a letter of apology to the school."

"See?" said Carol Broom, turning back to Toni. "The parents of our pupils support our policies."

"It's a very old-fashioned way of doing things," Toni objected. "But if everyone's happy to go along with it...."

"We're all happy," said Carol, smiling at the three girls, who sat obediently behind their desks. "This school is just one big happy family. Isn't that correct, ladies?"

"Yes, Mrs Broom!" the girls replied in unison.

"I'll leave you now," said Carol, patting Toni's shoulder. "Please continue your lesson."

With a final smile she left the room, closing the door loudly behind her. For a few moments the three Re-sitters stared at their teacher, their faces brimming with suppressed laughter. Toni returned their stares with a blank frown, her fingers toying idly with strands of her long brown hair, until Rachel Hawkins broke the uneasy silence.

"Did you enjoy it, Miss Meckler?" she ventured. "I mean: did you enjoy spanking me?"

"Don't ask silly questions," Toni replied. "Get on with your reading."

"Our naughty Rachel certainly enjoyed it," said Shabina, looking up from her book with a flash of her dark eyes. "She always gets a thrill from being spanked, except when the headmistress does it."

"Mrs Broom has big, strong hands," Natalie added. "Her slaps really hurt."

Toni sat forward to glower at the trio. "No more talking!" she yelled. "This is supposed to be a history lesson."

"Sorry, Miss," said Natalie, lowering her eyes to her desk. Shabina did likewise, but Rachel gave a huge yawn and slumped over to rest her forehead on her book. Her blonde hair swirled over her desk like yellow silk.

"What's the matter, Hawkins?" Toni inquired. "Are you already bored with the Franco-Prussian War?"

"Yes, Miss," came the reply, in a small and weary voice. "I'm so tired, and history is so boring."

Taking a long breath and keeping a severe expression on her face, Toni flexed the fingers of her right hand to ease the stinging in her palm. Any trace of her earlier embarrassment was now gone, leaving her mind clear about her duties as a teacher at Fletcher High. She realized it was a strange place with customs and traditions she barely understood but, for the next six months, she somehow had to fit in. As she fixed her frown on the lazy young blonde she knew, with complete certainty, what needed to be done.

"Stand up, Hawkins," she said. "Come over here at once."

Rachel lifted her face off the desk to look up in surprise. "Surely you're not going to....?"

But Toni silenced the question with an angry glance. "Come over here," she said. "Bend over my knees and lift up your skirt. This time you'll get what you really deserve!"

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History Class. Copyright � Yasmin Cavendish 2007. Published at Panty Bondage by kind permission of Lesbian Licks Erotic Stories http://lesbianlicks.eroticillusions.com