The Caning Of Two Beautiful Schoolgirls. - Sex Stories

The Caning Of Two Beautiful Schoolgirls.

... influenced Miss James, my Headmistress, to avoid caning us.

It appeared to have the opposite effect, as we soon discovered when punished. We were seen smoking in the park by two teachers while we should have been at school. They sent us to Miss James' study on our return and accompanied us to inform Miss James of our misdemeanour.

Unfortunately, I realised that there was only one likely outcome to our behaviour, and I wasn't disappointed. After the most severe bollocking I have ever received, as I have already explained in some detail, she thrashed Debbie's and my hands with the proverbial six of the best, wielding the senior cane as only she could.

I'm not the naughtiest girl in the school, but somehow, I've managed to feel Miss James's cane more than most. The caning stings my tender palms excruciatingly, but I've recently discovered that once the pain subsides to an acceptable level, the reaction of my pussy to being punished provides more than adequate compensation.

I have only received corporal punishment since I passed the eleven-plus and continued my education at the grammar school. In my position as head girl in the junior school, I often witnessed the caning of both boys and girls by the Headmistress, but I was naive enough to think it would never happen to the impeccable me.

At my junior school, I played many sports to a high standard and was identified early as academically gifted. I sailed through the eleven-plus and had my pick of senior ...

... schools. My dad died when I was seven, but my Mummy was my rock and proudly supported me in everything I did.

My Mum Linda was only seventeen when I was born. She has stunning looks and a figure to compliment her beautiful face, and with her youthful appearance, most people often assume we are sisters when seeing us together. After much deliberation, we chose the local Grammar, a girls-only school with an outstanding academic and sporting reputation.

At the open day for new pupils, Mummy and I were impressed by the Headmistress, Miss James, who briefly lectured on what we new girls could expect during our time at the school.

When we arrived home, Mummy sat with me, looking through the prospectus we had received and discussing Miss James's talk. I told Mummy I was impressed with the school's curriculum and Miss James but was surprised how the Headmistress had emphasised their stance on discipline when stressing the repercussions if pupils didn't comply with the school's rules.

Mummy agreed with me but said I shouldn't worry too much as my behaviour had been impeccable at junior school, and she couldn't envisage Miss James ever having to punish me as I knew how to behave myself.

I often reminded Mummy of her confidence in me when I came home and showed her my damaged palms. She told me it was my fault that my punishments were so frequent as I knew the consequences, and she was sure that if I were to improve my behaviour, I wouldn't be continually receiving a ...