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At 7am the next morning, I was woken by a knock on the door. I forced myself out of bed and opened the door slightly - I had slept in the nude, having spent the evening playing out the day’s events in my head while doing what 16-year-old boys do best.

“You are kindly asked to come and see the Head at 8am, sir!”, asked the young girl outside the door.

“Ok, thanks for the message”.

I got into my dressing gown and headed for the showers. Unfortunately I could hear that these were in use - some early risers among the pupils, probably. Not ideal. I did not fancy facing the Headmistress without having had a shower first. I had cum all over myself the night before, and was worried the smell of sperm was rather obvious. I did the best I could at my basin with a wet cloth and got dressed. Without breakfast, stomach rumbling, I made my way to Mrs Cruickshank’s rooms. Her secretary, Mrs Lodenheim, asked me to sit and wait, but I had hardly sat down when I was called into the inner sanctum.

“Good morning, Tom. Mrs Lodenheim, please buzz me briefly when Miss Bielefeld arrives.”

She motioned me to the chair facing her desk. I noticed that the files on the previous day’s punishees were sitting on her desk.

“There are a couple of things we need to discuss. First, I have got the governors to agree that you can stand in as Mr Furzton’s temporary replacement until further notice. I have had our lawyers incorporate this in your apprenticeship agreement - I have already signed this on behalf of the school, all we need is your signature before you return to your duties.”

She handed me a document in a binder, not just one page, but a few pages long.

“It’s all fairly standard - as you are under 18, you technically count as a pupil of the school for insurance, employment law and tax purposes, so it’s a bit longer.”

Under her stern glare, I quickly thumbed through it and signed on the dotted line.

“Thank you. Now, the other thing is that Mr Furzton’s hearing will be in a week’s time. You will be on your own until then. You will also be asked to explain what happened on your first day to the committee. The hearing will take place here; please be in the front room by 9am.”

“Of course, not a problem.”

The buzzer on her desk went off briefly.

“Finally, I have had a look at the files you filled in. You were quite busy yesterday, were you not? I was impressed, in particular by your honesty. You might have glossed over your difficulties with the first girl you had to punish, and many would have done so. And you also seem to have acquitted yourself adequately when Amelie chose a rather unusual escalation. We will have to keep an eye on her. It would have been better to ask Doris to stay behind as a witness, but the rules on this are not entirely clear. Next time you see Amelie, I would ask you to call Mrs Lodenheim in to make sure everything is above board and you are beyond reproach. Ok?”

I was somewhat dismayed, but agreed - what choice did I have?

“I am sorry that Nicole Bielefeld took advantage of your inexperience. That is not at all in keeping with the traditions of respect and kindness that we pride ourselves of at this school. I will now call her in to make this clear to her. Please just stay seated and listen.”

She pressed the intercom.

“Mrs Lodenheim, please send in Miss Bielefeld.”

Nicole came in, in her uniform, looking as sheepish as when I had first met her. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

“No, Mr Danvers did not report you - he just filled in the file as he had to. Can you please, in your own words, tell me what occurred at your punishment yesterday?”

“Well, I was supposed to get 18 on my skirt. But it was my second time in just under a week, so I had to suggest an escalation. I said 22, but meant to say 24. Mr Danvers then wouldn’t let me correct myself and said he would give me 24 on panties. I begged to get 28 on skirt instead and he agreed.”

“Ok, Miss Bielefeld. Is it not right that you suggested he did not have the authority to order you to take off your skirt?”

“I would be sorry if I had given him that impression.”

“Mr Danvers?”

The Head looked in my direction.

“No, she quite clearly said ‘No way’ and that she had been told in assembly that I wasn’t allowed to order them to take anything off. I wasn’t too sure myself, so I relented.”

I was quite proud of the way I had expressed myself.

“Ok,” said the Head, “I am pretty sure who is the more trustworthy here. You have two choices, Missy. I can put convene a Disciplinary Panel this afternoon. You can try to convince them of your side of the story. Any punishment they order will be carried out tomorrow morning in assembly at St Cuthbert’s by Mrs Lockwood, their discipline officer. Or you can accept the punishment I have in mind, to be carried out by Mr Danvers in our own assembly that is about to start.”

“The second option”, she whispered, abashed.

“Wise choice. The starting point is obviously 24 on panties which was the punishment you wriggled out of yesterday. Given your dishonesty and disgraceful treatment of a new member of our school community, I am adding two escalations. What is it to be?”

“42 on panties, please.”

“Almost. You forgot that we round up. 43 would have been right. It’ll be 43 on the bare. Please follow us into the assembly hall.”

It was now almost 8:40, and all the pupils of the school were assembled - the noise was unbelievable! But as the Head came onto the stage, the crowd fell silent immediately. Nicole remained on the edge of the stage, and I opted for the same policy.

“Welcome, all! Good morning! Just a couple of announcements: First, Mrs Denby has come down with food poisoning. The lower sixth will therefore have the first period off - please spend the time productively in the library! Secondly, as announced at yesterday’s assembly, Mr Furzton has taken a leave of absence. His duties will be taken over by Mr Danvers, his apprentice, whom some of you have already met. Mr Danvers, just step forward, please!”

She smiled and nodded at me.

I was painfully aware of the fact that I hadn’t showered that morning, with all these girls’ eyes on my greasy head of hair. I bowed to the girls, which cause a bit of a giggle.

“Silence!”, from the Head. “It is precisely this sort of behaviour that I was going to talk to you about. Mr Danvers is a new member of our community and deserves to be treated with respect. Unfortunately this was lacking when he had to discipline one of you, Nicole Bielefeld of the Lower Fifth, yesterday. Miss Bielefeld has opted to accept to be disciplined here rather than to throw herself on the mercy of a Disciplinary Panel. As you know, the DP’s punishments for serious transgressions are executed at our partner school, St Cuthbert’s School for Young Gentlemen. I am pleased at her choice, so that we can introduce Mr Danvers while impressing on you all the need to treat him with respect and submit to any discipline he is forced to impose on you. I have imposed a punishment of 43 strokes with the number 3 cane on Miss Bielefeld’s bare bottom. Please put your skirt and panties on this chair and lean over this table.”

Nicole turned away from the audience, dropped her skirt and panties and leaned over a table that was positioned in the centre of the stage.

The Head nodded to me. And this is when I realised: I didn’t have a cane! The look on my face must have been something else, as the crowd burst into laughter. The Head smiled, too.

“I need to go and fetch my cane, madam!”, I gasped and raced from the room and into the basement. There, I grabbed the number 3 cane and raced back up. At one point, I was worried I had got lost, but I managed to find the way back. The trip must have taken me at least five minutes, though, with Nicole, bare-bottomed, across the table the whole time. But from my point of view the shock of having to run for the cane had a serious advantage: having previously sported a prominent erection, in anticipation of caning a naked bottom in front of a theatre-full of adolescent girls, this had now subsided. Given that I was in chinos (I had intended to change into jeans on returning to my room after my visit to the Head) I was glad about this!

Slightly out of breath, I took up position next to Nicole’s naked bottom. She had her legs pressed together, but her slit was nonetheless visible. Also visible were some thin lines across her buttocks - I surmised these were from her previous encounter with my cane, the day before.

I raised the cane - then brought it down, connecting with her buttocks. I was somewhat surprised that the entire assembly counted “One!”, yet Nicole did not make a sound, remaining as stoic as she had been the day before. As I continued the caning, and the girls continued counting, she found it more and more difficult to keep her composure and, more importantly, her position revealing her inner folds not just to me but to the assembled girls. Gasps were succeeded by shrieks, and shrieks, in their turn, gave way to cries, screams and wails. I might have given her an easier time had it not been for her treatment of me the day before and the fact that the Head was watching me closely. When it was over, Nicole was crying continuously, her bottom was just red throughout, with a number of purple areas and purple welts. Putting her panties and skirt back on clearly caused her considerable pain, to the amusement of the assembled girls. I was keen to get off the stage as quickly as possible, given that I was, again, sporting a throbbing erection that was, who was I kidding, clearly visible to all. And so the Head, as she thanked me for my help, smiled knowingly with a glance towards my crotch area.

As lessons resumed, I took my overdue shower, did what had to be done to get my erection down, got dressed in my room and then went back to the punishment suite - ready for the lunch break when, I guessed, my services would again be required.

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