One Foolish Mistake By The Headmistress

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Miss Hargreaves realised it had been one of her silliest decisions ever. She was forty-five-years-old and the headmistress at the local sixth form college for girls where discipline was strict, and she regularly had to cane the students. She saw caning girls, both for earning double detentions and for individual acts of misbehaviour, as very much part of her responsibility, and knew that the regime led to the girls being better behaved than in other colleges where the cane was not used. However, she had never been caned herself and had often wondered what it might be like. So much so, in fact, that over the years she had often fingered herself to some amazing orgasms as she pictured herself bent over, just like the girls at her sixth form college, except whilst the girls had their dresses covering their bottoms when caned, she had her dress raised above her waist and her knickers were down to her knees and she pictured her bare bottom being caned.Then, three weeks ago, she saw a complaint on the local social website about a party that had been held in a restaurant, but there had been lots of shouting, and it was discovered that it was a spanking party where lots of visitors were spanked and caned. Miss Hargreaves had never known such parties existed, and, thinking about her long-held fantasy, it led her to investigate and she discovered details of another forthcoming ladies only party where they were looking for adult women to come dressed as college girls. The location was at a country house fifteen miles away so she thought that would be far enough away that she wouldn’t know anyone at the party, and it would be a good way to satisfy her fantasy of being caned, just the once, and so she applied and was accepted. Details were sent to her which the email said had to be kept strictly confidential. The day of the party was one day after a detention class at college. As usual, a number of the girls needed to be caned which Miss Hargreaves carried out professionally and without any feelings of arousal as that was her job.However, today she felt rather different. She was certainly tense as she knew the cane hurt from the way the girl’s she caned yelped with each stroke and hobbled out of her study clutching their bottoms. She also dressed very differently from her normal headmistress’ white blouse and dark blue skirt and dark blue tights. Today she dressed as an adult sixth form college girl in the standard college dress which was a short-sleeved green and white checked gingham dress, with a hem just above the knee and with white ankle socks, and she had tied her hair in a bun. When she looked at herself in the mirror she felt herself getting aroused, and as she drove towards the country house she was getting even more aroused, and whilst certainly concerned about being caned it was still something that she wanted to experience in order to satisfy her fantasy. Miss Hargreaves was still wondering bahis siteleri whether the pain would get her aroused or whether it would be so painful it would get the whole wondering about being caned out of her head when she realised just how much, in reality, it did hurt.Miss Hargreaves parked the car in the car park and there were already lots of cars there. She suddenly realised that it wasn’t going to be just one woman role-playing being a teacher and her role-playing being a student, but there were clearly going to be lots of people there. There was even a sudden panic of what would happen if there was anyone there that she knew. Would anyone recognise her? Should she drive off and accept it wasn’t the best thought out plan she had ever had because so many people knew her including parents of the girls at the college and there were over a hundred girls there. However, as she was having all of these questioning thoughts there was a knock on the car window and a woman who looked about twenty-three or twenty-four-years-old was smiling at her and asked, “Are you coming in?”The woman looked so friendly it settled Miss Hargreaves down and she smiled back and replied, “Yes I am,” and quickly got out of the car and locked it and turned again and looked at the woman who was still smiling, and Miss Hargreaves asked, “Have you been here before?”The woman replied, “Oh yes, I’m one of the teachers. I see you’re going to be a student so you had better call me Miss Watson, as it is best to get into the role as quickly as you can.”Miss Hargreaves was happy with that and replied, “Yes, Miss Watson.”Miss Watson then asked as they walked towards the building, “So what is your name?”Miss Hargreaves had already settled on a name and replied, “Helen Smith, Miss Watson.”Miss Watson kept on walking and although smiling replied in a stern tone, “Well, Smith, welcome to our college. Be on good behaviour at all times because we are very strict with you girls, and any and every misdemeanour is dealt with as it should be, which is very firmly.”Miss Hargreaves knew that she felt relaxed talking to Miss Watson, and when they got to the building, she pointed to a reception desk and said, “Sign in there, Smith. You will then be directed to the detention classroom.”Miss Hargreaves went up to the reception desk and the receptionist, clearly dressed as a teacher, said, looking at the computer screen, “I see your wish is to be caned. Good choice, Smith. The detention classroom is over there so go and find yourself a desk, and don’t forget to be a good girl.“Miss Hargreaves smiled at the receptionist and, not knowing her name, replied, “Thank you, Miss,” realising how easy it was to be respectful to any teacher she came across and smiled at the thought. She walked into the detention classroom and saw about a dozen women all dressed in different uniforms but certainly of a similar type to her own, and all, like her, canlı bahis siteleri with her hair tied in a bun. She found a desk at the front of the class and sat down, and did look around and smiled at some of the women although just then was again nervous about whether she recognised anyone, and thankfully she didn’t.Miss Hargreaves looked towards the front of the classroom and saw a desk with two chairs behind it, and then several more chairs on both sides of the desk, similar to an assembly where the teachers sat at the front looking out towards the students.It was only about another five minutes before several teachers walked into the classroom, and Miss Hargreaves was aware that all the other adult college girls stood up and were silent. She quickly followed suit as most of the teachers sat on the chairs facing them and two of them sat behind the desk, and one said sternly, “Good morning, girls, sit down but be quiet.”All of the girls sat down, and Miss Hargreaves saw that everyone was being an obedient college girl rather than the adult women they actually were.Miss Hargreaves also realised that whilst pretty much every adult college girl was at least thirty years old, not one of the teachers looked over twenty-five-years old.One of the teachers at the front explained in a haughty tone, “Girls, I am Miss Jones and this is Miss Welling. We have here your punishment forms and, as well as doing lines, those of you who have earned a caning will be escorted out of the classroom and into one of the punishment rooms. We have a selection of teachers who are responsible for punishing you girls and you will do everything they tell you to do, without question. Is that understood?”Miss Hargreaves joined in all of the others with an immediate, “Yes Miss.” In fact, Miss Hargreaves was feeling more and more aroused being subject to a similar discipline regime that she imposed at college. Mind you, the big difference here was that here all the women had requested a punishment rather than earned it. Still, it was role-playing after all so she was also feeling very relaxed as she didn’t know anyone and that took a major worry away from her.Miss Hargreaves was actually quite happy writing the lines they had all been set which simply said, ‘I have been a very naughty girl and deserve being in detention,’ and wasn’t surprised how boring it was sitting there just writing line after line that said the same thing, but then when she held detention at college she knew the intention was to make the girls feel bored which, she hoped, would help them stop earning a detention. Of course, if it was a double detention, like the one she had signed up for today, she was going to get something rather worse than writing lines, and, likewise, an even better incentive not to misbehave.After several minutes of writing lines, Miss Jones then called out some names of the college girls in detention. They got up and canlı bahis went to the front of the classroom, and each stood next to one of the seated teachers, raised their dresses above their waists and lowered their knickers to their knees, and bent across the teacher’s laps. Miss Hargreaves watched as the girls were then given what were rather long and hard spankings right there at the front of the classroom. The spankings were first given with the teacher’s hand, but that later changed to thick wooden paddles that had each of the college girls yelping in pain and squirming around on the teacher’s laps as the teachers turned every bottom darker and darker shades of red.Eventually, that first round of spankings was completed and the girls, crying and rubbing and clutching their no doubt stinging bottoms, were sent back to their desks. More names were called out, and Miss Hargreaves was one of them. She got up with the other girls and walked quickly to the front of the classroom and knew to raise her dress and lower her knickers, which she did, and then lowered herself across one of the teacher’s laps. Certainly, it did feel strange to Miss Hargreaves to find herself across the lap of one of the young teachers bearing in mind that she was forty-five-years-old, and was going to be spanked by a girl who didn’t look more than nineteen years old. However, once the spanking started and she saw the girl’s calf muscles tense and felt the increasingly intense stinging of the hand spanking her bottom she realised that their respective ages really didn’t matter.Miss Hargreaves struggled even more when the paddle was used on her bottom. She had counted out fifty spanks that the first girls had got and assumed she would get the same but she lost count because she found the spanking just so painful. Eventually, it did stop, though, and she was told to get up and go back to her desk and, like the previous girls, she did so clutching and rubbing her stinging bottom cheeks, and wondering that if the paddle hurt so much just how much more would a caning hurt. Miss Hargreaves got back to her desk knowing her eyes were blurred, but they soon cleared and she tried to write some more lines but soon realised that there was someone standing next to her, and it was Miss Jones who said in a very stern tone of voice, “Right, Smith, as yours is a double detention you will be taken to one of the punishments rooms where Miss Lewis will deal with you.”Miss Hargreaves then heard a second voice say sternly, “Right, Smith, up you get and come with me.”Miss Hargreaves looked up at the second teacher referred to as Miss Lewis and saw immediately that she was actually Emma Peyton, one of the girls at her college who she caned on a regular basis both at double detentions bit also for different acts of misbehaviour that earned her a caning. She panicked when she saw Emma and she stood up and said firmly, “No way can she cane me.”Miss Jones was clearly not having any arguments and instructed, “No, Smith, you will be disciplined by whoever I decide you will be disciplined by, and I will not have you arguing so hold your left hand out, palm up, now.”

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