The rest of the girls had now returned and the next few days followed a familiar routine as everybody began to get back in the swing of things. I had had one or two requests to visit us and the first of these was from a member of the Sisterhood who wished to visit the next day and remain for two nights. As I was sitting signing some letters Joyce asked me if I could see Julie urgently. I told her to come in and she entered with three of the younger girls.

"Sir John, I have a very serious disciplinary problem which I thinks needs you to deal with it. As you know the girls ride three afternoons a week and after they have finished they unsaddle and groom their ponies as part of their lessons. I am afraid to say that when I saw these three arrive their ponies were in a lather and, in two cases, had blood on their flanks from where the whip had been applied too hard. I asked the girls what had happened and they told me that they had decided to have a race and got carried away. I am sure that you will agree that this is not the way to treat their ponies and although I would normally give them six stingers with the riding crop myself I consider that this needs much severer punishment."

I went down to the stables with the girls and Julie and I could see from the distress that the animals were showing that she was correct in all that she said. I told the girls to groom and feed their ponies and make sure they were comfortable for the night and then return to my office where I would decide their punishment which I promised them would be severe.

When Julie and I were in the office I asked her what she thought would be a suitable punishment and she suggested that a dozen each with the riding crop here followed in the hall after dinner in front of the school by a dozen with my Head teacher's cane would suit the bill . She also suggested that they then spent the rest of the evening without skirt and knickers so that everybody would see what had happened.

When the girls returned I told them what their punishment was to be and had they anything to say before I carried out the first part. They stood with their eyes downcast saying nothing. I told them to get undressed and line up in front of me. Fenella & Rachel Towler-Thomson and Jennifer Bristol stood there naked with their hands on their heads. I told them I would deal with them alphabetically by Christian names and the other two would face the wall remaining with hands on heads.

I called Fenella forward and made her kneel on a chair with her buttocks stuck out like a horse. I told that this would allow her to see how the horse felt at the treatment she had given it. There were no preliminaries and I took up a substantial riding crop I used myself with my hunter and whipped it through the air a few times. This was not a soft option but a real horse flanks riding crop. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" it landed on her buttocks leaving a livid lines across both cheeks. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" I continued hitting with power until she had received the first six. By now she was crying and as I looked I saw that the thin lines of the whip were now turning purple. She jumped up and put her hands on her bottom saying she didn't want any more. I pointed out that neither had the horse but this had not stopped her hitting him and her crying would not stop me. I told Julie to hold her in position while I continued. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the rest of the strokes landed with even more force and by the end she was screaming for me to stop. I looked at her buttocks and could see that every stroke had come out clearly with all the lines within a four inch area. I told her to stand up and go and stand by the wall with the other girls and she was not to touch her bum.

Jennifer stepped forward and took up her position and " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!"" WHIPP! CRACKK!" the crop rebounded off her taut bum like a drum and I could see by the third stroke that her shoulders were beginning to shake as the pain built up. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" The next three I made sure landed exactly on the lines I had first delivered and she was now crying loudly. The final six again I had Julie standing by to hold her in position as she squealed, wriggled and tried to avoid the crop. Like Fenella Jennifer now had buttocks which were lined with the marks of the crop. I had no intention of letting up as they must understand that they could not treat animals in this way. I told her to stand up and return to the corner while I called Rachel forward. She came boldly enough and took her place on the chair but " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" before the second stroke had landed she was crying out and again it was necessary for Julie to hold her. By the end she was a very chastened young lady.

I called the three together and told them that they would now be taken to the sick room by Julie and they would be locked in there until dinner time when they would come to dinner dressed only in blouse, socks and shoes. They would have no skirt or knickers on so that everybody could see the punishment they had already received. At the end of dinner they would receive the second part of their punishment which would be one dozen with the Head teacher's cane. They were crying at this but again I reminded them of the state of their ponies. Julie led them out naked as they were with their clothes under their arms and locked them in the isolation ward of the sick room.

When it was time for dinner the rest of the girls sat down and I addressed them;
"Girls, I have had to deal severely with three girls this afternoon and the second part of their punishment will follow dinner. They were allowed to go riding and they abused their ponies which they brought back very distressed and with bleeding whip marks on their flanks where the girls had flogged them to make them gallop faster. Such behaviour cannot be tolerated and the girls have received twelve strokes each from my riding crop and will receive another twelve strokes with my them of cane after dinner. I will not tolerate cruelty to animals and if it should happen again then the next person will be birched until they cannot stand. Is that clear?"

There was a murmured yes and they got down to eating their meal.

As soon as dinner ended I had the vaulting horse brought in and the three girls marched in from the sick room naked from the waist down. When the lines across their bums were seen by the rest a sharp whisper went round the room before I brought them to order. I called Rachel forward first and the horse was adjusted so that she was on tiptoes. She then bent over the horse and I had the body strap and knee straps fastened. As soon as she was in position I took up the cane and tapped her bum once or twice before "SWISHH! CRACKK!" it landed on her already sore buttocks and and brought a gasp of pain. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the next two were just above the first one and full in the area of the whip strokes. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the weals on her buttocks were beginning to split and she was screaming for me to stop. I reminded her that the animals could not ask for mercy and certainly she had shown no mercy to them. I checked her buttocks and paused before I delivered the last six strokes. Although they were bruised and fiery red there was not enough damage to require me to stop. I therefore took up my stance again and " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" laid on the rest of the strokes. Her legs were kicking up and down and her head was lashing round as she tried to cope with the pain. Once the final stroke had landed I left her there for a minute of two before releasing her and calling over Jennifer.

Jennifer came forward very reluctantly and had to be pushed into position crying all the time. Again I pointed out that she had not thought of the discomfort of her pony and she was only receiving a fraction of what they had received. Jennifer bent over the horse and was fastened in position. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" I laid on the twelve strokes while she shouted and screamed at the top of her voice. She promised to look after her pony in the future and not to ill treat it but I still continued with the punishment " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" until the last of the twelve strokes had been delivered. Mrs Green inspected her buttocks and confirmed that there had been no damage although they would be very sore for several days.

Finally it was the turn of Fenella and she came forward and asked to speak. I nodded.

"Sir John, I am not asking for my punishment to be lessened because I understood when we went out with you to see the ponies how terribly we had treated them. I deserve all that I receive and although I am sure it will hurt dreadfully I can promise you that I will never behave like it again."

At that she placed herself in position for her punishment. I was pleased that at least one of them felt some remorse but was not prepared to let her off lightly and " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the cane took up its renewed rhythm. Fenella was sobbing as the strokes landed but took the caning otherwise with good grace and fortitude. After it was finished she stood up and looked me in the eye and said that she promised not to let the school down in future. All three were now paraded through the rest of the girls with their scarified buttocks exposed before returning to the sick room where Mrs Green would minister to their hurts. I was interested to hear the comments of the girls as I passed. Nobody had any sympathy for the three girls and the consensus thought that the punishment was well deserved. The staff agreed when we had a drink together later in the evening.

The next morning a two ladies arrived who I didn't recognize. One of them, Jean, saw me first and explained that she was a member of the Sisterhood and had telephoned me the day before to arrange an appointment. She also asked that I did not mention the Sisterhood in front of her companion Marion as she, Jean, was testing her out for membership and this would be her 'baptism'. If she succeeded Jean would recommend her otherwise the two of them would continue meeting each other and visiting the school privately. She also told me that both of them would like firm punishment, to be able to use the private bedroom and then the next day be punished again. I confirmed that this was fine and suggested that they might like Marie to take them to their rooms and then show them round the school. I would deal with them this afternoon at start of classes and, if they came to my study, then I would take them to the cellar.

The two ladies joined the staff at lunchtime and proved very amiable companions. After the school had returned to their classes I invited the ladies into my study for a glass of wine before we went to the cellar. When we arrived Marion gasped as she had never seen anything so comprehensive before and clapped her hands. "Jean and I usually only have my bedroom and a cane," she said," I always wanted more but it was so difficult to arrange. I am so glad that Jean brought me. May I explain that I live on my own and Jean comes and stays with me for several days and we try to spank each other. Jean I know from her marks gets plenty of the rod but I miss out. This is my chance to really feel it. Now Sir John. I do not know my limits but I want you to push them as far as they will go. Only stop when Jean tells you to NOT if you you hear me crying as I often do this. Are you happy with this?"

I indicated that I was and asked her to remove all of her clothes. She started to unfasten the buttons of her dress and slipped it off her shoulders before her slip fell the same way. Her breasts were very full and pointed and when her brassiere was removed I could see the nipples standing out already fully engorged clearly pointing out that this was an erotic experience for her. She then slipped down her knickers and I saw that she was a passionate woman from the prominence of her moans while the lips of her vagina could be seen poking through the luxurious blonde mink. I decided that the flogging block would be best for her and told her to bend over it upon which Jean and I fastened her down. I fetched my medium strap to warm her up and started with twenty four strokes well laid on across both buttocks. I felt the bottom after these had been given and it was warming up nicely. I then gave a further twenty four strokes and these finished the final warm up. The bum was now a vivid red and hot to the touch.

It was then time for the heavyweight tawse and this would be forty eight strokes to prime the bum for the cane. I intended to lay these twelve at a time while massaging the bum. Marion was now quite restless but obviously not in any discomfort yet and seemed to be enjoying the experience. By the time I had used this tawse I knew that she was ready for the cane and I had decided already on a dozen with my Head teacher's cane followed by two dozen with the Thai cane. I would stop at any time if Jean thought I should. I explained to Marion what was to happen and warned her that the punishment she would now receive would be very heavy and, as she new to it, I would stop if Jean requested me to. Marion confirmed that she was prepared and that I should continue.

I fetched the teacher's cane and tested it by whipping it through the air before "WHIPP! CRACKK!" I delivered the first stroke. The rest of the first dozen whistled in with firmness and accuracy so that the lines were laying parallel across both buttocks. I inspected the area at this point and was pleased with the delivery and the way she had taken them. The tester however would be now with the Thai cane. If she had any weakness this would find it out. I lined the cane up and "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" the strokes landed with force and at regular intervals with adequate pauses between them to deliver the pain she required. By the twelfth stroke she was crying out and I could see that the marks were beginning to cross earlier weals which had already formed ridges. I knew that the pain from the last twelve would be intense but Marion looked at Jean and nodded so I continued. "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" by now she was crying out with every stroke and I could hear her asking me to stop. Marion shook her head and so I continued pouring on the strokes so that her bottom looked like a lunar landscape with lines criss crossing each other and beginning to split open where the hit a ridge. I wiped my hand and prepared for the last six strokes. "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" "WHIPP! CRACKK!" I knew that however much you took if you counted the last strokes always seemed the hardest and most painful. "WHIPP! CRACKK!" The final stroke powered in and she seemed to lift off as she screamed before subsiding in her straps. Jean went and put her arms around her and kissed her. We unfastened her gently and took her over to the table where she laid on her face while Jean ministered to her.

Marion wept softly to herself and turned to look at me. "Sir John, that was perfect. I hated the pain last twelve strokes but I wanted them and although I was crying I knew that you would not stop. I know now what Jean enjoys and I shall be returning. Please leave me now and deal with Jean."

I looked at Jean and she whispered that at the Sisterhood she had seen me deal with the last lady and wanted exactly what she had received. I remembered that she had had fifty strokes of the Thai cane. I agreed and told her to prepare herself and, as she undressed, I was reminded again and amazed how attractive most of the Sisterhood were. When she took off her clothes I could see that she looked very erotic. She was hairy under her armpits and also had a full dark brown fleece that sprung out from her pubic area and stretched from her bum to her navel. Within the hairy nest the lips of her cunt peeped through the natural forest. Her bum was particularly well formed and perfect for the cane. As she bent over I could see thick wads of hair which poked through and that she still had some marks left from a previous caning but they were fading fast. I fastened her down and took up the Thai cane. I told her that I would deliver the strokes in groups of twelve and would stop after each group for five minutes. I the caning would not however end until the full four dozen strokes were delivered. She agreed and I began.

I laid the cane across the buttocks as I set my self and then " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the first strokes came whistling in. Her bum was well fleshed and designed for exactly the type of caning it was now receiving. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" I continued leaving a gap of about ten seconds between each stroke to make sure that the full effect was felt. " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" the weals were now beginning to rise as the white lines turned to red and then swelled up with the force I had used. I stopped after the first twelve and waited for five minutes while her friend and I massaged the buttocks. No damage had yet been caused only a pattern of ridges stretching from one side to the other. I started on the second dozen " WHIPP! CRACKK!" " WHIPP! CRACKK!" and could see as they landed they were beginning to cross the first strokes and causing 'flare ups' where the two lines met. Jean was still remaining stoically still and only a short pant in her breathing showed the stress she was under. The second twelve finished and again both Marion and I massaged the buttocks which were now so hot it was like a furnace and the weals seemed to stand at least half an inch clear of the surface.

Jean motioned for me to continue and I laid on the next twelve with the same regularity and force as the earlier strokes and by now I could tell that the pain was getting to Jean. She was beginning to grunt and move her head and legs as each stroke landed as though trying to avoid the pain. The thirty sixth stroke whipped in and I thought that she might ask for it to finish. Marion went to the front and hugged and kissed her while I massaged the bruises but although the whole area was now a purple mass she insisted that the last dozen should be given. I knew that she would not wish me to deal with her more lightly than before so I delivered the last twelve with the same precision and force as all the previous strokes but now I could hear that Jean's breath was coming in pants and she was whimpering with each stroke. By the last three her back was arching as she tried to move away from the lash. Her bum was now totally black and blue with the lines, ridges and weals showing across it and some of them beginning to crack open as stroke landed upon weal. By the final one it was clear that she had reached her limit and as I unfastened her Marion hugged her tight.

"Can we use the other room now please?"

I nodded, left them the key and returned to my office.