Her First Thrashing

HER FIRST THRASHING

His right arm rose and the cane he was holding rose with it. A slight pause at the top of the swing and then it lashed down again.….WHACK….. it landed across the centre of the pink bottom in front of him. The owner of that bottom sucked in her breath sharply and rocked forward slightly onto the balls of her feet before returning to her position just in time for …..WHACK….. it happened again. It had already happened twice before this narrative started and it was destined to happen twice more before the voice of authority commanded
‘Stand up and join the others…NEXT…knickers down…bend over’
This scene was taking place in a school gymnasium. Two girls stood in a line waiting for his attention. All the girls were about eighteen years of age, dressed in dark blue skirts and white shirts with striped school ties.
The man was in his forties and wore an academic gown over his formal dark grey suit.
The girl who had just been the target for his stick, carefully stood upright and holding her skirt away from her agonisingly painful bottom, shuffled over to the wall bars where a further dozen girls were already standing in a similar state of half dress facing the wall. They all had the visible marks of six cane strokes across their bottoms and were holding their uniform dark blue skirts away from their blazing flesh. Twelve pairs of white knickers were more or less positioned across twelve sets of black nylon clad mid thighs. They were all rubbing their buttocks. Some were tearful and some were silent but all were dreading the moment when they would have to sit down on hard wooden school chairs again.
The year was 1950 an era when errant British schoolgirls expected to be thrashed as a method of being made to see the error of their ways and in this respect were not often disappointed.
The next girl had arrived in position and was bending over in front of him. Her size 16, white cotton knickers were half way down her thighs and her hands firmly grasped her ankles. The master reached down and pulled her skirt up and laid it across her back, revealing a large eighteen year old bottom, a black suspender belt supporting black nylon stockings, for these items were also part of the school uniform, at least for the upper sixth form.
The master flexed his thirty six inch cane and sliced it through the air twice before tapping it across the centre of the girl’s rump.