From Blushes Supplement 13
‘Little fish are sweet, Humphrey,’ said Bernard.
‘She’s not all that little,’ snickered his companion. ‘And you know where I mean.’ Humphrey, corpulently convex in too many places, patted his fat behind.
‘I’m not talking about size, you old fool. It’s the fact that she’ll only possibly be available once. Best make the most of it.’
‘Oh yes… that I’ll do.’ Humphrey snickered again. ‘All arranged is it then?
‘Yes, all arranged.’ Bernard was matter-of-fact. As far as he was concerned, this was simply business. He did not want to go into a lot of discussion about any particular client’s predilections. Most of them seemed to want to discuss them, though.
‘I prefer someone more regular, of course,’ said Humphrey. ‘You can train them up. Like that Marie… now there’s a girl…’
‘Alright… alright… but let’s not go into that. Just take my advice and consider this a ‘one off’.’
‘Because I reckon she’s going to be leaving.’ He saw that Humphrey was studying the photograph of the girl yet again. Old, pale blue eyes seemed to be gaining extra colour.
‘Sixteen, you say? She looks older.’
‘A lot of them do, these days. One begins to get used to it. In some Eastern countries, girls are considered mature — and marriageable — at ten years.’
Humphrey grinned lasciviously. ‘Could happen here one day,’ he chuckled.
This was ignored by Bernard. ‘The procedure will be as usual,’ he said. ‘The girl will be sent to you — since you are so called Head School Governor — for assessment of past misdemeanours and future attainments. You will question her as you think fit. Then you will act as judge and jury… and carry out the sentence.’
Liza stood up as the door opened and in came the Head of School Governors. ‘Miss Miles?’ he said, eyebrows going up. ‘Here for assessment?’
‘That’s right, sir…’
‘You may sit down.’ Liza did so and watched the elderly gentleman leaf through a file before him. She felt nervous. There was silence but for her own thumping heart and the Governor’s heavy breathing. Liza was well aware that she had not done too well last term. There had been so many other distractions. Exciting new things to think about. Finally, the long silence was broken. ‘I am not at all satisfied with this assessment,’ stated the Governor.
‘I’m sorry, sir… I did try hard.’
‘By no means hard enough,’ said Humphrey. He paused. ‘Are you aware child, that, under school regulations, the Head Governor is allowed to punish offenders? And that, if they do not accept his punishment, they will be expelled?’
‘Expelled!’ Liza repeated the word as if it had been excommunicated! Her parents would never get over it… not if she were expelled. They had sacrificed so much. It was unthinkable. ‘Oh… oh sir…’ she gasped out. ‘I’ll accept your punishment… if I must… but please… don’t expel me!’
‘Very well, child.’ Humphrey smiled complacently. Once again, Bernard had chosen well. He was a man well worth his rewards. ‘I think you have made a sensible decision. No girl wants to be expelled from St Anthony’s. So shaming for her… and her family…’
‘Oh yes… yes…!’
‘So best she takes her punishment, for her misdemeanours, then everyone forgets all about it, eh?’
‘Oh yes… yes…!’ repeated Liza.
What a good governor he was! So understanding and kind. Knowing the horrors which expulsion would bring her. Far better to accept a punishment. But what punishment? Her mind suddenly froze. Instinct told her that her escape from disgrace was not going to be entirely simple.
What did he mean by punishment exactly? He was an old-fashioned man… and old-fashioned people had some strange ideas. She heard him clearing his throat.
‘Liza,’ he said, with sudden firmness, ‘I am going to do to you what I used to do to my daughters when they hadn’t bothered with their lessons. I am going to thrash you. As I did them. It made an awful lot of difference to their work!’
Liza’s head span. Thrash her? She had been prepared for punishment, but not punishment like this. Loss of privileges, gating and so on, but not a thrashing! The idea was terrifying…
On the other hand, so was the alternative.
As usual, Humphrey had experienced little difficulty. When they were so young, they were surprisingly malleable. One could have far more trouble with an 18-year-old than a 16-year-old. The younger ones still had a childish mentality (even if they were growing up with remarkable speed!) and thus were more obedient. More naturally submissive.
This girl, Liza, fully accepting her waywardness of the last term, now knelt, as he had directed, on the seat of a chair, with her skirt raised and tucked into her waistband. She wore a pair of thin, dark blue cotton knickers. He was entranced by the sight of them, for they clung like a second skin to a young bottom that was remarkably plump. Puppy fat, he remembered it was called. In time, that fat would fine down into womanly curvaceousness. For the moment, it was simply plumpness. And quite delightful!
‘I am not going to be too severe with you, my dear,’ said Humphrey, feeling the familiar anticipatory pleasure. ‘This is your first term of backsliding. You just need a little warning. Don’t you think that’s right?’
‘If… if you s-say so, sir…’
‘Oh yes, I do say so. I’ve plenty of experience of this kind of thing. It will do you the world of good. As it has done others.’ He paused, savouring the moment. ‘I am going to give you six with the strap… followed by six with the cane.’
‘O-ohhh…!’ It was a gasp of shock. But what else could she have expected? Perhaps a spanking. Well, if she hadn’t been likely to be a ‘one-off’, as Bernard had suggested, he might have considered that. Spanking a young girl was really most rewarding. Before one moved on to other things. Now he hadn’t the time to spare. He must be quite severe from the start. Tenderise those chubby cheeks with leather… then bite into them with a cane. Yes… that was the programme.
‘That is by no means severe, Liza,’ said Humphrey sternly. ‘You should be thankful. But, first, we’ll have those knickers down. I only punish when a bottom is bare.’
‘O-ohhh…!’ Another gasp of shock. She had obviously expected to preserve a little of her girlish modesty. But Humphrey was not having any of that! He wanted a naked 16-year-old’s bottom presented to him and that was what he intended to get. That’s what Bernard was paid for — and that’s what he had to supply.
At that moment, of course, it was Liza who had to supply it.
‘Oh please… sir… please… that… that’s awful… I mean I’m grown up now…’
‘You’re just 16,’ stated Humphrey. ‘only a child. Take those knickers down at once. Don’t forget, I’m the Head of Governors… and whether you stay in this school or are expelled, is entirely my decision.’
That word expelled, had the desired reaction. It was, obviously something which quite terrified the girl. Delighted, he watched two thumbs go to the elastic about her waist… then saw the knickers pushed down and down. A sumptuous white, naked bottom was fully exposed. So girlishly soft yet, in another way, so curvaceously mature. The cleft was a valley of dark down. Uninvaded territory, at that moment, he guessed. But not for long. Not that that would be his concern. He was now beyond such exquisite diversions, much as he might have wished otherwise. No, he had to be content with the strap and the cane… and the exciting reactions they provoked. So be it. There was a time for everything in a man’s life. A time for violent, youthful lust… and a time for elderly, gentle perversion. Well, not too gentle!
Humphrey opened a drawer and took out both strap and cane. Neither was of a particularly severe nature. There was no need for savagery in these matters. An inexperienced young bottom could be made to squirm quite adequately with such relatively lightweight implements. He stood directly behind the girl, seeing the big, soft white globes quivering slightly… for it was his intention to lay the strap across each cheek alternately.
‘Be a brave girl,’ he cautioned, then brought the strap down stingingly across the right cheek. Liza uttered a loud gasp, her head being tossed back. At the same time, her whole bottom jerked back and forth several times, widening the deep cleft considerably. Humphrey looked on with approval. ‘There… that wasn’t too bad, was it?’ he said in avuncular fashion, gazing upon the inch-wide pink stripe the strap had produced. It encircled the whole of the cheek, from the cleft to around the flank.
‘It… h-hurt…’ came the meek reply.
‘Well Liza, it was meant to hurt,’ said Humphrey. ‘That’s what punishment is about. But I’m sure it wasn’t too terrible.’
He aimed a backhander at the left buttock-cheek and once again the strap cracked down. Actually, the sound it made was quite pleasantly loud, even though the leather was of no great weight. Another encircling strip of pink, balancing the one on the other cheek and, gasping out, Liza once more jerked her big behind back and forth several times in rapid succession. She was maintaining that fiercest of grips on the back of the chair.
‘There’s a good girl… you are being brave…’
Wwhhhaaaccckkk! Back to the right cheek, but lower. This time, the bottom not only jerked to and fro but twisted left and right as well. Delightful to behold — with all that soft, young flesh sent jelly quivering.
Wwhhaacccckkkkk! Another backhander on the left cheek, also lower down. This time one of Liza’s hands lost its grip and came halfway back to protect herself, before being replaced.
‘O-oh… please, sir… not… not so hard!’ came a whimpering plea.
‘My dear, child,’ said Humphrey. ‘I would not have called any of those strokes hard. I’m treating you leniently as this is your first offence — and you are inexperienced.’ He saw the big nates clench apprehensively as he kept her waiting. Obviously, the girl did think they were hard! Ah well… she had nothing to compare them with.
Wwwwhhhhaaaccckkkk! The fifth on the right cheek, just where it joined the thigh-top, followed quickly by the sixth over the left cheek.
Wwwhhhaaacccckkkk! This caused Liza to utter a gasping scream and quite lose her grip on the chair back. Her hands clasped urgently to her jerking bottom.
‘O-oh… o-ohhh… o-oohhh…’ she moaned.
‘Now, now,’ said Humphrey almost kindly, ‘you’ll soon get over it. Won’t be stinging at all in a little while. Just glowing.’ He spoke as if he were doing the girl a favour. He licked his lips. Oh yes, this was a most delicious girlish bottom. Big and soft and very wobbly. Just how he liked them, in fact. And, he thought with a stab of pleasure, it’s going to squirm considerably more when it feels the cane! ‘Take a little rest, my dear, before the second part. You may get off the chair.’
He watched the girl slide off, then modestly place her hands over her bush. She was blushing. Very naturally. ‘Does… does there have to be… any more sir?’ she asked plaintively. Oh how shy and nervous she was. So sweet.
‘I’m afraid so, Liza. Just a light strapping like that is most unlikely to cure you of anything.’
‘P-please… I don’t want the c-cane … that will hurt terribly…’
‘It will certainly hurt more,’ agreed Humphrey. Quite a deal more, he thought happily. ‘But never forget the alternative.’
He saw the fear flare in her eyes. Yes, even thinking about expulsion was sufficient to pull her up short. ‘Oh dear… oh dear…’ Liza buried her face in her hands and Humphrey knew she had decided to go through with it. Good… good. He allowed her another couple of minutes before replacing the strap and taking out the cane. It was thin and flexible, arching easily in his fingers. He saw her look at it with terror, lips quivering.
‘Are we ready now, then?’ he enquired.
‘Oh p-please, sir… not… too hard… you won’t will you?’
He smiled understandingly at the now tearful girl. ‘Don’t worry, Liza as Head Governor, I am experienced in these matters.’ It wasn’t really the answer to the girl’s plea but it was all she was going to get! ‘Come now, Liza, back on the chair, please. Let’s have no more fuss. Let’s get it over with.’ But not too quickly, he said to himself.
Now shivering with apprehension, Liza climbed back on to the chair and gripped its back with an even greater fierceness. The big, naked bottom curved provocatively before him again. How pretty were those candy-pink stripes! Now, using the cane, he decided on different tactics. He did not stand directly behind but to the girl’s left. This time he would lay on the cane from alternate sides so that both buttock-cheeks felt its impact simultaneously. He tapped the flesh lightly and the whole bottom flinched convulsively. Oh how very nervous she was!
‘Be brave again, Liza,’ he said. ‘In fact. be braver still.’
Raising his arm to shoulder height, he laid on a wristy, whippy cut. The thin weal intersected the pink stripes over both cheeks, its colour being of a much deeper hue. Liza, gasping breathlessly — disbelievingly — was up in the chair in an instant, hands pressing to the new streak of fire, bottom twisting uncontrollably from side to side.
‘A-ahhh… no… nooo!’
‘I told you it would hurt more,’ said Humphrey. He wondered if he were going to have much trouble with the girl; she was more sensitive than he had realised at first. Girls with very white skin, like she had, often were. ‘Come along, get your bottom up properly again.’
‘O-ohhh… I can’t… I can’t!’ Humphrey sighed loudly.
‘Liza,’ he said, trying to sound angry. ‘Don’t make me keep having to mention the alternative. It won’t do you any good, you know.’ Actually, these little refusals and delays were all part of the fun. He had plenty of time to complete the caning. Plenty.
He watched as, sobbing, the girl forced herself into position again. Oh the effort it cost! He moved to the other side of her and saw the bottom half twisting away in dread. That made no difference. He lashed down a second stroke about an inch below the first and, this time, Liza squirmed right down on to the floor as her hands clamped frantically.
‘Eeee… aaaiiieeee!’ she squealed. ‘Oh I… I can’t bear it!’
How often have I heard that, thought Humphrey. There were moments — like this one — when they really did think they couldn’t bear it. But, in the end, they did.
Often it took a long time to fully complete a caning of a nervous inexperienced girl. But, as Humphrey had just told himself, he had plenty of time. All he did know was that, no matter how long it took, this plump youngster was going to get six strokes pf the cane, across her buttocks before she left that room. Six strokes at least!
‘Everything alright, old man?’ asked Bernard.
‘Excellent,’ replied Humphrey, rubbing his hands. ‘Couldn’t have been better. I congratulate you. Once again.’
‘Give you any trouble?’
‘Mmm… yes… halfway through the caning, she got difficult. But I handled it alright.’ Bernard didn’t ask any questions about that. If a pupil didn’t take her punishment voluntarily, well, there were means…
‘I’m afraid I had to give her a few extra, though. She’ll have a very sore bottom tonight,’ said Humphrey. He grinned maliciously.‘That will do her no harm at all,’ said Bernard, grinning back.