I had now appointed all of the staff six teachers, a Matron, a Secretary and Personal Assistant and Julie Frenson had now joined us as Deputy Principal. Before interviewing the parents of potential pupils I wanted to have a staff meeting to explain the policy of the school so once the Easter term had ended and they were free of their commitments I invited them all to the Hall for a long weekend. By now Matron, my Secretary, Joyce Slater, Marie Smithson and Julia Frenson were already installed and coping with the business of making us a viable school.

The staff arrived on Friday evening and we had a convivial meeting while I introduced them to each other, showed them their rooms and took them round the premises. They were particularly interested when we went downstairs to the cellars and I led them to a locked door.

"Ladies, this is our own special room. When we need to deal with any pupil, or member of staff, in private this is the room."

I then opened the door and they gasped. It was set out with a whipping bench in the centre with straps for legs and hands to hold the person secure. There was a long punishment table and other places to fasten victims in positions for punishment. The walls had chains with wrist and ankle buckles. Also on the walls were an assortment of instruments of punishment from a selection of paddles to twenty different canes and a number of birches.

"Feast your eyes ladies - would any of you like to volunteer to test our facilities. No? Then I suggest that we have dinner and the one who makes a mistake in behaviour is our guinea pig. If more than one person, sobeit!"

There were murmurs of approval and excitement as we returned upstairs and prepared for my talk before dinner. We moved into the dining room and I explained that it would be rather 'al fresco' as we had no cook yet and Mrs. Green and Mrs. Slater had 'set to' to produce something for us. They clapped the two ladies who bowed in mock thanks and ate. After we had eaten I made my speech.

"Ladies we have all met and been able to take some stock of each other. As Owner and Principal of the school the overall policy will be in my hands but I will be advised by Julie Frenson who is an experienced solicitor. You have all met Julie, she will be appointed Deputy Director, NOT with any more authority, but because as she is a solicitor she will make sure that we do nothing illegal. Her father is a Colonel in the Brigade of Guards and she has the entrée into the drawing rooms of the families we hope to attract. She was a debutante and 'came out' several years ago. She has kept up her connections and will be making regular visits to these families to get girls for the school and also to see if any of the ladies would like to take advantage of our special courses. Fiona, Maria and she are friends who have similar connections and Fiona and Maria will also be out trawling for pupils for us among the 'county set'.

. Lets not beat about the bush, you have been selected because you are all spankers and enjoy being spanked. We are advertising ourselves as a school with strict discipline - and that we shall most certainly have. You are all authorised to use the hand, paddle, strap or hairbrush but for the present I retain the authority to cane to myself. The actual punishment tariff we will talk about at a later meeting. I visualise our girls as requiring frequent punishment but at the same time we will be guiding them towards suitable employment. We will discuss their futures at a later time but for now I foresee them as ladies who will attract husbands that they will be able to dominate, using our methods, while at the same time I expect that they will want to visit us to refresh their own techniques. We shall also have refresher courses for ladies who wish to join us for a few days, or maybe weeks, to refine their techniques. There will be six rooms in the staff block especially for these ladies.

Margaret spoke up, "Just one question Sir John. Will the curriculum go beyond just spanking? I hesitate to say but you are a man with different appetites than some of us ladies. Should we prepare the girls for these approaches?"

"Of course ladies. Much of their spanking in marriage will undoubtedly end in some form of intercourse, although of course not always. If they meet female friends who knows what this might lead to. It is our job to prepare them for everything they may meet. Later we will make arrangements to assist them in these discoveries. Now ladies if there are no more questions we will go into dinner. By the way our Secretary Joyce Slater will be leaving us after dinner as her daughter is not well."

We went into dinner and as course followed course I was watching carefully to see who would make the first mistake. Nobody was taking any particular precautions and it was no surprise when June Simmons spilt the gravy over her lap as she was passing it from left to right.

"Ah June I think that there is a forfeit to pay after dinner. We will wait to see who else joins you."

I spoke too soon as it was only a few minutes later that in passing the wine across the table my arm jogged a glass and tipped it over. "A forfeit from you Sir John I think" came from Julie Frenson and I had to acknowledge the justice in the comment.

Meanwhile as she went to stand up Margaret Proudfoot caught her dress in the tablecloth and almost pulled it off turning over sundry glasses and cups. She acknowledged her fault with a wry smile and a wave of the hand. As it was a leisurely evening we said good night to Mrs. Slater and repaired to the main staff room to sit and chat before our session in the cellar. After about half an hour I stood up and said "I think it is time we tested our facilities. I believe that three of us are due for punishment. Let us repair to the cellar and begin. Everybody stood up and walked through and down to the punishment room, which I unlocked. "By the way I have the only key at present."

We entered and I suggested that they all sat down while we decided on the punishment due to each and the order of play. It was agreed that the best order was if I went last as I was to deal with the two ladies and then be punished myself. Next was the punishment. It was unanimous that the cane was the instrument and that each would receive six strokes on their bare behind. The punishment was to be genuine and there was to be no holding back. All being punished would be naked. The cane would be the middleweight Schoolroom cane.

"Now Miss Simmons if we can have you stripped first please we can begin. Bend over the flogging block please? Thank you."

June Simmons stood up and undid the clip at the side of her skirt. She stepped out of it and unfastened the blouse, which she placed on the bench. She looked very elegant standing there in high heels, long black stockings, suspender belt and black brassiere but soon these joined the rest of her clothes and she moved gracefully over to the flogging bench where she bent over with her hands well down and her legs parted. This was a superb bottom, broad and well fleshed and I licked my lips as she bent over as I could see the fleshy lips of her fig. I took up my position whipping the cane up and down several times to loosen my arm, tapped her bottom with the cane a couple of times, drew it back and, watching the target area closely, unleashed the first stroke, slashing the cane down sharply with a flick of the wrist.

"SWISH - Thwackkk!!" The cane dug deeply into June's flesh before it bounced back resiliently. "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" The second lashed in and landed just above the first. Neither had brought any reaction from June. "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" The next three strokes followed in close succession and I could see that everybody was leaning forward following the action closely. I had still got no response but I was determined to get one with the last stroke so I made sure that the final stroke was the hardest. I took a pace back and then stepping forward brought it down with full force crossing the other weals on the exquisitely tender bottom. This time I did get a reaction with a short"YEEEEEOOWWW"

"Thank you Miss Simmons. That was very well received. Please release her and now it is time for Margaret Proudfoot."

Miss Simmons left the block and thanked me for the punishment. Miss Proudfoot stood up and started to undress. Her dress was unzipped and removed before she started to remove her undergarments. I was interested to see that she wore no brassiere and panties but just a suspender belt and long silk stockings. These were soon removed and she bent over the flogging bench. Again I was certain that the strokes must be applied in full and tapped her bottom running the cane up and down her legs before "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" The bottom quivered as the cane reached its target. "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" "SWISH - Thwackkk!!"

At ten second intervals I laid on more stripes, each parallel and an inch apart. I took new aim and angling the track upward from right to left delivered two more hard strokes. Again as with June the final stroke was to be a real humdinger and I took very careful aim before lashing the cane in with that special flick at the end, which seems to add speed to the tip.

"SWISH - Thwackkk!!"

Again like June this drew the first reaction to her caning. Margaret wriggled and tried to free herself so that she could soothe the fiery stripes, which covered her bum. I stood back and laid the cane down. "That is enough for now ladies please release her. I assume that it is now time for my caning. Please decide among yourselves who is to carry it out while I get undressed."

While they were talking among themselves I took off all my clothes, glad that at present there was no sign of any reaction to what had transpired from my cock. Willie was dormant so I would not be shamed. After consultation Julie announced, "We have decided that June and Margaret should each give you three strokes as they were the two you caned."

I nodded and bent over the flogging block. I knew that I could expect a whaling after the way I had dealt with them but I could not complain. I prepared for the first stroke as June took up her position. It slashed in across my buttocks. "SWISH - Thwackkk!!" This was worse than I had expected. The blow stung from the moment it reached my bottom. Then the second landed and I jerked to avoid it. June took her time over the third stroke and waited and waited before lashing the cane exactly were the first one had landed. My eyes were watering as Elizabeth took her position. She was taller than June and also stronger and was prepared to use her height and weight to make her strokes tell. I heard her take a pace forward and felt a an exquisite pain suffuse my rear as the cane sunk in. I could see that all the ladies were watching closely to see how I received the cane so I was determined not to show any emotion as the fifth stroke almost drove the breath from my body. By now there was also action from my cock and I could not stop it straightening itself. I tensed myself for the final stroke as I was sure that Margaret would have set herself to make this a real killer blow - and it was as it crossed the rest of the strokes I had already received. I was glad that I had been able to accept the punishment and that the staff would have no reason to query any punishment that I might order them.By now my cock looked like a flagpole as it stood out from my body but the girls pretended not to notice as I dressed again.

I stood up and Julie Frenson whispered in my ear that she was ready to put some lotion on the afflicted area if I liked to go with her. The rest of the staff voted that it had been a perfect way to end the evening and we dispersed to our own devices.

I left with Julie to my own quarters and it soon became clear that she had more than just easing my sore bottom in mind. As soon as we reached the bedroom she made me undress and told me that she needed to do so as well so that she could massage me properly. I did not say no and watched as she slipped out of her clothes. Once naked she told me to lie face down and she would use the lotion on me. She knelt with her legs each side of my body as she massaged my buttocks. The cool lotion was soon warmed by the action of her hands, that did not stop when they had covered the buttocks but slid between my legs to the ballsac and cock. By now I was fully aroused and turned over to kiss her. "Touch me" she gasped, "Watching you get caned really turned me on." My fingers slid into up between her legs as I thrust my hand into the thick black pubic hair which covered the magic area and felt the flesh of her inner thighs. They were creamy smooth and searing hot; the upward thrust of her hips drew my fingers farther in and she moaned as she opened up ready to accept my hand. My fingers tangled with her thatch before finally finding the sopping lips and easing into their soft depths. She moaned: "Please! Farther in I need it right inside. Don't stop I need it so bad. That caning was fantastic. Fuck me with your fingers."

I worked away on her clitoris with one finger as I thrust three more well into her cunt working them up and down in time with her movements. I could not believe that she was already having orgasm after orgasm as she writhed on the bed. Meanwhile her fingers were working away on my cock before she finally bent forward and reaching between us lowered on top of me. She moved up and down with frenzied thrusts as I pushed up in response.

"Fuck me deeper, I need you", she shouted out as I thrust into her. Up and down, in and out we drove both gasping with the effort until with one final push I exploded. I shot my load into her waiting cunt with the jets spurting as it seemed forever. The fireworks of the encounter completely exhausted me as she screamed with the final massive explosion. "God, God, God", she ejaculated, "That was magnificent, out of this world." As she collapsed on top of me. Sweating and panting we both rested from our endeavors before Julie pulled away and said that she must go and have a bath now.

She stood up superb in her nakedness and pulled on her dress so that she would be decent walking through the Hall. She put her fingers on my lips, looked into my eyes and said as she left, "I think that you and I will do well together".

I poured myself a drink and lay back against the pillows thinking that all in all the first day with my new staff had gone rather well. Now we could see what tomorrow would bring.