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I am an only child and both my parents were, and still are, doctors working in Bath. From my early teens I have never seemed to be short of male admirers, so I can only conclude that the opposite sex find me attractive. That said, my opportunities with boys were limited in my teenage years, given that I was sent away to an all girls boarding school in the Midlands from the age of thirteen.
However, I loved it there. I enjoyed the sport, studied hard and made many lifelong friends. We had to wear school uniform throughout our time at the school; this consisted of a white blouse, a dark blue blazer, a navy blue pleated skirt, plain white knickers, white socks and black shoes.
I was fine with this as it suited my blond hair and fair complexion. The school was a very caring environment with high standards of discipline and pupils were generally well behaved.
Those who did transgress were normally dealt with via detentions and loss of privileges. The ultimate sanction was the use of the cane but this was very rare, probably only a couple of times a term on average. However things changed when I turned 18 at the start of my last academic year. I ended up getting the cane twice in that final year. The second time was for being out until midnight one night in my final term. The experience was no less painful, but I knew what to expect on this occasion and it was therefore less traumatic.
My first time, though, was a total nightmare. I want to share this experience with you in a fair amount of detail so that you will begin to understand why the whole process was so difficult for me. My best friend at school was a girl called Jenny. The details of how Jenny and I got into trouble a few weeks into the first term of our final year are unimportant. We were caught smoking in the school grounds and everyone knew that it was an automatic visit to see the headmistress, Mrs Gill, and that we would be caned.
Only Mrs Gill could dispense corporal punishments and they were carried out in a room called the Precium. This room was located in the basement of the main school building and I suspect that originally it would have been first time spanking stories storeroom along from the main kitchens.
It was about 4 meters square with a high window on the wall opposite the door and a floor consisting of stone flags. This space also doubled as a meeting room, so it had a small rectangular table positioned in the middle of it with two hard backed chairs on either side.
In the corner to the right of the window stood a tall slim wooden cupboard. There was no other furniture in the Precium. Despite canings being relatively rare, the school did set out a very detailed procedure for when they were deemed necessary.
I suspect that this was done for two reasons. Firstly, in the interests of fairness and consistency. Secondly, I think it was done as a deterrent. Anyone reading the procedure would surely not want to experience it for real! The instructions were published at the back of every school day book issued to each girl at the start of every academic year. They were first time spanking stories reproduced on an A4 laminated sheet that was pinned to the back of the cupboard door in the Precium.
I still have an old school book and below I have reproduced the exact wording below of the procedure as it was laid out back in the early s:. Jenny and I were caught smoking by our junior Biology teacher after games on a Tuesday afternoon.
Miss Jones was only a few years older than us and although she said that she would be reporting us to Mrs Gill, we held out hopes that she would let us off. However, at the end of morning assembly on the following day, Mrs Gill asked Jenny and me to see her in her study directly after the end of assembly. We knew then that we were in serious trouble. She told us that we were arrogant and had displayed a blatant disregard for school rules.
She also lectured us on the damage that we were doing to our health and the bad example we were presenting to the younger pupils. Jenny, you have been caned before and I will deal with you first. Sally, this will be your first time. Please read the procedure in the first time spanking stories of your school book so that you will know what to do.
She seemed genuinely distressed at the prospect of receiving the cane the next day. We quickly found a quiet spot in the corner of the Senior Common Room. She put her head in her hands and I thought she was about to burst into tears. My mind was racing. There was another long silence. This subject was much debated amongst the girls who had been caned. Apparently there were four canes in the cupboard. There was a longer cane that nobody thought would be a good idea to choose, which left three canes which were each about a meter long.
Predictably, there was a thin whippy cane, a stiff stout cane and one that was somewhere in the middle. Some thought the thicker cane had to be the worse, given that it had more weight and therefore greater impact. Jenny had opted for the medium cane last time she was in the Precium but it was unclear whether this was the best or worse.
I kept on turning over in my mind the whole horrible prospect of having to bare my bottom and allow Mrs Gill to give me six painful strokes of the cane. I knew that I would cope with the pain when it came, but it was the wait that was unbearable. The only way that I can explain this is by comparing a trip to the dentist to stubbing your toe on a bed frame.
The dentist experience these days is not particularly painful but the worst part is knowing it is coming your way. Stubbing your toe is massively painful at the time but there is no forewarning. However, in my mind, the caning combined the worst aspects of both experiences.
I had agreed to meet Jenny in the Senior Common Room at 1.
We only had to descend two flights of stairs and, without delay, we were soon in the Precium comfortably before ten to two. I had never been in this room before and Jenny took on the role of being our leader. We both took our blazers off and hung them on the backs of two of the chairs.
For me, this was quite a big moment. Removing my underwear confirmed I was about to be caned and that the process would require me to expose my bottom to both Jenny and Mrs Gill. I found this prospect embarrassing and I could feel my face turning red. Jenny sensed my discomfort. Showing off your bottom should be the least of your worries! We both laughed at this and I was grateful to Jenny for relieving the tension.
I put my hands up inside my skirt and with both thumbs in the elastic of my panties I lowered them to my ankles. I stepped out of them, folded them in half and placed them on top of my blazer. Jenny followed my routine straight afterwards and we then took up our positions as required standing with our backs to the wall under the high window. You can feel the air playing on your skin and immediately you feel more vulnerable.
But there is also an element of slightly erotic pleasure. My hands went behind me and up my skirt so that I could run them over my naked flesh. My skin felt smooth and silky. I was also, though, acutely aware as to why my bottom was bare.
We stood in silence for what felt like ages until we heard footsteps in the passage way and the noise of the door into the Precium opening. In walked Mrs Gill dressed in her full academic robes. This, apparently, was normal. She was an elegant woman, probably in her mid forties.
Jenny was to be caned first and as soon as Mrs Gill was in the room she went to the cupboard to select a cane. There was a rattling noise and, as agreed between us, she handed Mrs Gill the most slender cane on offer. Mrs Gill gripped it in her right hand while Jenny took up position at the end of the table with her back directly in front of me. She then hoisted up her skirt and gathered it in both hands to her front, thereby revealing her bare bottom. She then leaned forward and, as prescribed in the rules, lay her top half on the surface of the table and reached out for the far edge.
Her legs remained together and her bottom looked lean and tight. Plumb in the centre of her bottom and I was conscious of a cry of anguish from my friend and then the sight of a bright red stripe developing on her flesh. By the fourth stroke she was crying out and by the end she was in considerable distress. At that moment I felt that going second was a distinct disadvantage, particularly as this was my first time. Jenny peeled herself off the surface of the table and as she turned to face Mrs Gill I could see that there were tears running down her cheeks.
Her skirt fell back into place concealing her bottom adorned with the six neat cane marks. I knew not to wait for any prompting. This was my time. I walked the short distance to take up my position at the end of the table. As I raised my skirt I thought about this being the ultimate act of submission. I was an 18 year old adult, yet I was offering up myself for what I was sure would be a very painful first time spanking stories. As I lay on the on the hard surface of the table, I could feel my hips resting on the edge and my heart was pounding.
I gripped the table edge as hard as I could and waited for my punishment first time spanking stories start. I felt the cane tapping on my bottom and then I heard the rush of air around the cane before the first stroke landed. Immediately I thought that choosing the thin cane must have been a mistake. The stinging pain that it left me with was massive and at that point I found it hard to believe that I could take five more. I had managed to utter no noise after the first stroke and I managed to stay quiet after the second.
I began to struggle to contain my emotions as the caning progressed and I was aware that my breathing was becoming louder and more laboured. This was how I was coping with the immense build up of pain in my bottom. The last stroke was the hardest. I had been less vocal than Jenny but, in contrast, I was left sobbing uncontrollably at the end of the process. I lay on the table for what felt like ages but was probably only half a minute.First time spanking stories
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