The Parents day had arrived and we were expecting most of the families to arrive by lunchtime. At least ten had decide to stay overnight and some of these I knew from experience would want rather more than just bed and board. As the cars and taxis arrived I greeted some old and intimate friends who were looking forward to the day and evening. Their daughters took them in hand and led them to the rooms we had prepared or to the buffet which served lunch. By three o'clock they had all arrived and were ready for the concert that was being provided by the girls under Miss Bradshaw. The girls filed on to the stage and even though I say it myself it was a first class performance. This was followed by some demonstrations of hockey and lacrosse as well as gymnasium exercises. Some parents gravitated to look at the horses while others tried to quiz me on the rest of the evening. I just smiled and told them to wait until after dinner.

Dinner came and there were the usual speeches about the school and this first term before I stood up and explained that as they were all aware that this was a school were corporal punishment was carried out for most offences and it was the usual time for punishment they were now going to witness three of these being carried out. I invited them into the Main Hall and they filed in and settled down. There was a murmur when they saw the way the stage as screened and so I stood up and explained.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. As I told you in the dining room this is the usual punishment time for the girls and, as always, it will be carried out by myself and my staff but to ensure anonymity we are arranging for it to be carried out behind a screen. You will be able to see everything except you will not be able to identify the particular girl. This room will be darkened and the back lighting on the stage will enable you to see that the firm discipline we promise is carried out."

I then stepped behind the screen and beckoned forward the first girl.

"You are being punished for your failure to complete your homework . You have no adequate excuse so you will receive twenty four strokes of the strap on your bare bottom from Miss Simmons. Prepare yourself."

The girls stepped forward and removed her skirt before lowering her knickers. I could hear whispers from the hall as this was going on and guessed that the reaction was similar to the girls when we had tried it out last week. She bent over the horse with her bum clearly standing out and June Simmons took up her position. ""CRACKK!", "TWACKK!", the first stroke landed and the girl called out "Number One Miss". June continued until the full twenty four strokes had been given and then told the girl to stand up and dress herself.

I beckoned the second girl forward. "You are being punished because you failed to wash your clothes and put them back dirty in your drawer. There are six strokes of the cane for each garment making eighteen strokes in all. Prepare yourself".

She lifted off her dress and pushed down her knickers before bending over the horse."I shall use the Schoolmaster's cane today." I lined her up and whipped in the first stroke "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", there was a hiss of breath as I continued with a stroke every ten seconds. I was longing to see what was happening in the hall but was fully occupied with my duties and continued "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", laying the strokes on until the full eighteen had been received. "Get dressed and return to your place."

The final girl was a put-up. I wanted to use the birch and spoke to Bridget promising she could share my bed tonight if she would allow herself to be birched. I told her that it would be for real and would be eighteen stingers. Bridget had no hesitation in agreeing and I beckoned her forward. "This is a very serious misdemeanour as you were caught smoking in your room. The punishment is eighteen strokes of the birch. Prepare yourself. For this I will have you fastened down so that you cannot move. Miss Simmons fasten her please." June stepped forward and fastened the necessary straps. Meanwhile although I was going to birch hard I had prepared the birches with less twigs so that they would have less effect. Bridget was by now fastened into position and I began "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!" the birch bit into her bottom. At halfway I took up a second birch and continued to deal with her bum "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!", "SWISHH!" "CRACKK!". I did my best but I knew that I must not appear to be faltering and Bridget had to feel the pain. The final stroke landed and telling June to unfasten her sent her to see Matron.

I then stepped through the curtains and it was obvious by the rustling that many of them had been stimulated by what they had seen. I was not surprised when some of my old friends including Mrs Towler-Thomson and Mrs Blethington came forward and asked if they could remain a further day as they wished to have private discussions with me.

I arrived back in my quarters and was just having a quite drink when there was a knock on the door and a deputation of parents were standing there. The leader was Mrs Blethington and she explained that they had been telling these parents about the punishment cellar and they were all eager to visit and some of them wanted to sample it. Was I prepared to help. I finished my drink and ringing for Julie Frenson to join us, took the key of the cellar, and led them down to it. Some of them knew what to expect while others had no idea and when I opened the door there were gasps of delight. I invited them in and told them to sit down. I explained that this area was private and there was a rather large bedroom at the end and it was where I carried out flogging on adults who wished to test the cane, strap or birch. One of the ladies stood up and said that she would like me to deal with her and was quite happy to have the group watching. I locked the door and told her to prepare herself. I asked what she was used to and she said that she would like to receive the same number of strokes of the cane as the girl had received earlier in the evening. It had made her feel very strange and she wanted to try it. I warned her that I never caned for fun but made the strokes count and told her to bend over the flogging bench when Mrs Blethington would prepare her. She bent over the bench and Mrs Blethington fastened her down while one of the other ladies lifted her dress and lowered her knickers. She had a full firm bottom and I knew that I would enjoy the next few minutes.

I took up the schoolteacher's cane which I knew would sting without much bruising and after a few preliminary taps brought it down "CRACKK!"; she squealed but I continued "CRACKK!", "CRACKK!", "CRACKK!", by the time I had reached six I could see that her bottom was beginning to show the effects and I went up to her and gently massaged it. "Are you ready for the next six", I asked. "I think so" so whispered. I took up my position and "CRACKK!", "CRACKK!", "CRACKK!", continue lashing the cane in for stroke after stroke. She had begun to cry now but softly and did not seem in any real distress. I again massaged the bum and let my fingers slip between her legs. I could feel that they were wet as some of her juices oozed out ofHerrr quim. I knew then that she was one of us and I prepared to lay on the last six strokes. This six I brought down with extra force and although she squealed once or twice I could tell that she was getting very randy. I therefore whispered in her ear that it would be best after I unfastened her if she was to take her husband to the room they were sharing as I was sure that both of them would no what to do next. She dressed quickly and hand in had with a middle aged man left the cellar. I then suggested to the rest that those who wanted continue should stay and the others should leave us now.

Nobody left the room and there were about ten people left, all of the couples. I then invited everybody to participate and first to strip off and don the robes provided in the corner. I went to cane Mrs Towler-Thomson with my Head teacher's cane. She would receive fifty strokes and her husband was then to receive the same from Julie Frenson my Deputy. Any other couples who wanted the same treatment could request it and then we would all repair to my private room at the end of the cellar. Whilst the caning was proceeding I was sure that some of the others would want to join in and there were instruments available on the walls and side table. Finally I warned everybody that what took place here was private and should not be discussed outside the room, except as a hint which might encourage others to join.

By now everybody was undressed and had wrapped themselves in the robes. I noticed as we stripped that there were some firm bottoms and rampant cocks already on show and I was sure that the rest of the evening would be satisfactory to everybody. By now Mrs Towler-Thomson was fastened to the flogging bench and I took up my favourite Head teacher's cane. I knew Madam and was not surprised when she turned her head and told me to lay the strokes on with firmness. I took up my position and started "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!" the first twelve cuts landed and set the parameters of the arena. The first stroke was at the top of the buttocks and the next just above the thigh crease. The rest landed clearly within this region. I went up to stroke and massage the bottom and invited everybody to join me while I explained the correct target area. Many of them handled the bottom themselves and some were obviously affected by its ridges which were already beginning to show. I then returned to my position and "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", the next dozen landed on top of the first. Mrs Towler-Thomson showing no signs of distress but only a heightened awareness and erotic feelings which manifested themselves as I caressed her cunt with the juices which flowed. The next dozen followed soon after and then the fourth by which time the bottom was just a mass of ridges and weals which looked like a wartime battlefield. Now it was time for the final strokes and here I took up my Thai punishment cane. I knew that this was a proper finale for Mrs Towler-Thomson. The whole group gasped as this can was half an in thick and four foot long with ridged bindings along its length.

Once Mrs Towler-Thomson was ready I applied these strokes with an almost brutal firmness, being fully aware that this was what she wanted,"CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!" by now the bum was cracking and the bruising had changed from white through red to a deep purple and as I landed each stroke so she was groaning and writhing, not to escape but to enjoy the totality of her experience. I could see that many of the rest had by now removed their robes and while watching were masturbating themselves or each other. The final stroke landed and there was a scream of ecstasy from Mrs Towler-Thomson before she was released by her husband and Julie. I then halted the proceeding to remind them that they would now have the chance to see Julie deal with Mr Towler-Thomson, whose prick was by now standing out like a lance, before we retired to the other room.

Mr Towler-Thomson came forward and presented himself to the flogging bench where he was rapidly strapped down. I was very interested to see how Julie would deal severely with a man. She took up my Headteacher's can and I soon saw that I had no need to worry. From the first stroke "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!", "CRACKK!, THWACKK!" it was clear that she had a strong and accurate arm and for the next ten minutes we watched a virtuoso display as she performed. The whole group was now standing round as she performed and lashed the bum cheeks unmercifully while Mrs Towler-Thomson was between his legs fondling his balls and sucking his cock. By the time the final stroke had landed he was groaning with the impact and straining for release.

Once finished he was released and I could see that the next portion of the exercise was eagerly awaited so I led them to my special bedroom where the whole group fell to. Julie found me out and within seconds had me on my back while she impaled herself on my cock. Mrs Towler-Thomson I could see was being buggered by her husband while the Blethingtons were in a 69 position. Cries from the rest showed that they had not been slow to follow our examples. Julie moved up and down with a steady rhythm and soon I found that another cunt was being lowered over my face while a large cock was thrust into Julie's bum. I could feel this as the two cocks were only separated by a thin membrane and while I was tonguing the cunt above me sucking at the clitoris and thrusting my tongue well home into the hot canal Julie was milking my cock to such purpose that I was ready to shoot my full load into her cunt. Meanwhile, although I couldn't see, I could tell that the man buggering her was also ready to shoot and within seconds we had all come in one glorious bout. Above me the woman cawed and let down a full emission of juices as she came with the rest of us.

As we untangled ourselves and rested I could see that we were the first to finish as other couples and groups hammered away. Mrs Blethington was, by now, being humped by her husband at the back while she sucked somebody's cock at the front. Mr Towler-Thomson was kneeling while being buggered by a well-built man while the two wives had found a double dildo and were serving each other. Julie by now had been dragged from me by two men who wanted to use mouth and cunt while I was being sucked off by the wife of one of them while she squatted over my face parenting a juicy and gooey cunt for my inspection. I sat up and turned her round so that she had her back to me, thrust two fingers up into her arse before presenting my cock, which was now ready to the puckered orifice. I pushed home slowly while she eased the muscles until I was firmly lodged and then with a final thrust was in up to the root. My hands were massaging her breasts as I thrust in and out with her encouraging me to greater effort by pushing back. I could feel the tight anal muscle gripping me like a vice and almost massaging by cock. Finally I could hold back no longer and with one final thrust sent my second load of the evening hard into her. My ejaculation seemed to go on for ever and even as I finished she was still squeezing my cock as it plopped out. She gave me a kiss and we lay back to rest and watch the others.

By now everybody was slowing or finishing and before long they were all taking and supping the champagne that I had provided. Finally I stood up to say a few words.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I am sure that you are like me and have enjoyed the entertainment this evening (Murmurs of approval) and would like to participate again at some other time. For those who have never been before I can offer you the full disciplinary range as well as subsequent entertainment. I am sorry that we were unable to deal with all the bottoms this evening - I am sure that the rest of the evening has made up for this - but if you would like to enter your name and room number in the book at the door we will be happy to deal with you at intervals during the day tomorrow before you leave for home. I would draw your attention to the SPECIAL four day course we are offering parents and girls in the Christmas holiday. The domestic staff will have left and only myself and my dedicated teaching staff will be available. If you wish to join us then please let my Secretary know and she will send you an invitation. I can promise you that you will not be disappointed. Finally I need not remind you that everything that happens is consensual between adults and nobody outside this room must be told. If you have friends with similar inclinations or would like their children enrolled into the school please speak to me and I am sure that we can make the necessary arrangement. Thank you for your attendance and now if you will sign the punishment book on your way out I will bid you goodnight."

One by one they stood up and gathering their clothes together dressed and left the cellar for their rooms until only Julie and I were left. "Not bad for a first John I think", Julie said. I nodded and locking the door we proceeded to our respective rooms replete and exhausted but ready for tomorrow.