The term was coming towards its climax when I had a call from the local police station. We were on very good terms with the constabulary and so I was very concerned when I was told that they had two of my girls at the Station. They had been caught stealing from the local shop and been reported. The shopkeeper did not want to take any further action but insisted that the school must deal with them severely. I told the Sergeant that I would send a member of staff down to collect them and that I could assure him that both girls would be dealt with. I called Marion and asked her to collect the girls while I called Julie in to discuss their punishment. Both of us agreed that a public flogging was called for and that I would use the birch. This was the first time it had been used outside of our private circle but everybody would understand the gravity of the offence. The girls would be locked in their room overnight and the punishment would be carried out in the Hall after breakfast the next day.
By this time Marion had returned with the girls who were both from the older girls but had not yet been initiated into the "Inner Circle". One was Frances Armstrong and the other Marcia Levens. They stood in front of me with their heads lowered as I lectured them on the enormity of their offence. they could offer no explanation except that they had wanted the items and had no money with them. I then told them their punishment which would be two dozen strokes of the birch on the bare. This would be administered by me the next morning in front of all the school. They both gasped and started to cry but I pointed out that it was too late for that and they would be locked in their room until escorted to the hall the next day. They would go without dinner tonight and breakfast next morning. Marion then took them up to their room where she left them to ponder their fate. When she came back she agreed with the punishment and said that these two needed taking down a peg or two as they had apparently boasted that they could steal from the shop and not be caught.
Work continued the rest of the day and overnight I had four birches made up and placed in a bucket of salt water. These were made not of twigs but supple switches consisting of fourteen strands each. They were firmly bound at the top and were meant to be punishment, not nursery, birches. The bucket I left in the corner of my study overnight. In the morning I moved it on to the stage in the main hall and had the flogging bench brought up from the cellar. The girls were subdued at breakfast and filed into the main hall very quietly. Some of them had not seen the flogging bench and there were whispers as they were told its purpose. I then called for the two culprits to be brought forward and they walked on to the stage wrapped in dressing gowns. I then stood them in front of the rest and explained that they had abused the trust that the school had with the village by stealing from the shop. They had money at the school with which they could have paid for the goods but they had decided that it was clever to steal. I did not think it was and so they were now going to receive two dozen each with the birch. It appeared that Frances was the ringleader and so she was to be punished after her friend. I told Marcia to step forward to the bench and remove her gown. She moved very slowly and reluctantly until I had to warn er that she would receive another six strokes if she was not ready immediately. She then took up her position while she was strapped into place with the body strap being fasted firmly to prevent movement. I then took up the first of the birches and everybody gasped when they saw it. It was still dripping water so I shook it, squeezed the twigs and prepared.
I was well aware of the effects of the birch even though the girls were not. It would seem a soft option at first but it was the build up and cumulative effect which told in the end. I swished it through the air once or twice and then "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the first blow landed. "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the blows continued to rain in and after the first few Marcia's discomfort became apparent. Her bum was looking like it had been ravaged by ants as dozens of lines criss-crossed it. Each line was fine but the accumulation built up into a nightmare of pain like a million small drills. Unlike the cane it was not one line but the whole area which suffered. "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" By this time she was screaming incontrollably and asking me to stop and she would be good but it was to no avail. An example must be made "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" The first dozen were finished and I called Mrs Green over to inspect Marcia's bum with me but we both agreed that there was no reason to stop as, although the bum was red & raw there was no blood or blisters.
I took out the second birch and applied it to the tortured area again "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". Marcia was now past screaming and was moaning quietly just raising a scream every so often as one stroke landed on a specially sensitive section "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". I continued as before "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" with the bum now beginning to show signs of blood and blisters. Everybody was craning forward now and I knew what was going through their minds - many of them were spankers but had never seen the birch and were wondering how they would take it , as take it they surely must in our games. I set myself for the final four and brought them down with the full force of my arm "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" raising more screams from Marcia as they landed. The last stroke had fallen and I looked at her bum with Mrs Green who sent her to the back of the stage to face the wall while Frances came forward for punishment.
As she stepped forward and removed her dressing gown I had to admire her figure as she was full face to me. I would have thought her ten years older as she had a thich full well developed black bush covering a prominent mons. She stopped and said "I am sorry Sir John, I know I have let the school down and I deserve my punishment." She then bent over the flogging bench and was strapped in position. Just as the rest of her the bum was well developed and the buttocks spead out in front of me. I took up a new birch and shook it clear of the drops of water before measuring her up.
"WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the birch landed with its first stroke and as always it appeared to have little effect "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the birch continued lashing down and scarified both buttocks with the network of lines covering the area. I was watching very carefully as I beat her and I could see that unlike Marcia she was not only feeling the pain but also the ecstacy as the blows continued "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". Her bum was moving in time with the strokes as she accepted the lash but at the same time was rubbing her vagina against the padding of the bench and stimuklating her erotic feelings. I was sure that when I felt her after the next four strokes I should find juices had seeped down. "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" As these stokes powered home so she was beginning to cry but this was offset by moans which her emotions. After the first twelve strokes I stepped behind to feel the bum. Both cheeks were covered in inumerable red lines which were angry and left a damaged bum. Sure enough as my hand strayed between the legs as I had anticipated I could feel the wetness of her discharge. She was having orgasms throughout and I would bring her into the fold of the Inner Circle at the earliest opportunity.. Mrs Green also inspected her and agreed that the punishment should continue.
I took up the new birch and prepared to lay on the rest of the punishment. I wanted to make sure that I had her phsically and emotionally bonded and this was the best way. After the pain she would remember the pleasure and want it repeated. "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" the red lines were now becoming fine ridges with blood beginning to show at the edges where the tips of the birch rods raised blisters. Her cries now echoed round the room but unlike Marcia their was not request to stop. "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". The tormented bottom was by now turning purple from the treatment it had received but I continued with the final strokes "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!" "WHISHH!!", "SPLATT!!". The birch had landed for the last time and I was exhausted emotionally as well as physically as I dropped it on the table. Frances was unfastened and helped to her feet before she and Marcia were led away by Mrs Green for treatment in the sick room. I turned back to the hall.
I retired to my study and spoke to Julie afterwards and told her about Frances and that she was enjoying, as well as hurting, from her treatment. I suggested that Julie get Marion to talk to her to see whether she wanted to join the Inner Circle. Julie agreed but then walked back to the door and locking it came forward unfastening her dress. "I think you need some release yourself, I know I do, so what about a quick fuck?". My trousers were down and pants off before she had remove her knickers. "From the back I think!" she added as she bent over the chair with her legs apart.
I had such a stand on that it was difficult to position my cock but eventually with her help I was home and I could feel the squelch as it slid into a well oiled passage. For the next few minutes nothing was heard except our breathing as we thrust back and forth at each other. I could tell Julie was as turned on as I was and was getting nearer and nearer to orgasm until with my cum welling up from my balls I gave one last heave and spurted into her while she shuddered with a massive orgasm. "That was fantastic. There is nothing like a good caning to turn you on. Have you thought that we ought to cane just before the girls retire instead of in the morning then thre would not be so many visiting the toilets to masterbate themselves off."
I looked shocked,"Do girls do that as well?"
"Off course they do we get as randy as men and a quick few minutes in the toilets, or bedroom, is what they need."
I agreed to consider the suggestion and we cleaned up and returned to work.
"Some of you will think that the punishment was harsh but when you came to us you knew that corporal punishment was the norm so it is a matter of degree. Girls are punished for many misdemanours but for me the worst is stealing from either your friends or the community. Any repetition will be dealt with just as severely. You may dismiss to your classes.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY SIX