Morning assembly at The Josephine Friar School For Girls had, over the past two years degenerated into a chaotic gathering of rebellious, wayward young women.
Mrs. Kent, The Headmistress, a sweet grey haired lady, usually started with a hymn, followed by a prayer before finally losing control of her unruly pupils halfway through the sermon.
But the increasing lack of discipline at the school was no longer of any consequence or importance to her.
After twenty-one long years in the job, she was weary of her onerous responsibilities, her early retirement couldn't come quick enough and as far as she was concerned, it was now down to her successor; Miss. Thompson to sort out the school with its many problems.
Initially, it was the forty-five members of The Sixth Form who were summoned to meet the new head.
Miss. Thompson, they were informed would take full control of the school from the following Monday, three weeks earlier than expected.
The Headmistress Designate, an attractive women in her early forties, was dressed in a severe, elegant black suit, patent leather shoes and pale stockings.
She gave a brief resume of her career, paying special attention to her period in charge of an austere German orphanage.
Carrying on, the girls were firmly reminded that although they were indeed sixth formers, all school rules still applied and that any transgressors would be dealt with accordingly.
"Accordingly?" Thought Suzanne, a statuesque, slick blonde.
"What could she possibly mean?"
Hardly surprisingly, all the girls, with the exception of Barbara were totally overawed by the women's authoratitive personality.
"Don't like the look of her. " Whispered Suzanne apprehensively.
"Her?" Sniggered Barbara. All bark, no bite. What an asshole. "
"DO YOU MIND! " Thundered Miss. Thompson, hands on hips, eyes blazing.
"I can't remember giving you two permission to speak. "
Barbara and Suzanne looked up in shock and after an uneasy pause the new head continued her lecture in an atmosphere of deathly silence.
Rumour spread that the school had been taken over by an evil uncompromising tyrant and a week later, as Miss. Thompson conducted her first full assembly, all 460 girls were seemingly petrified by the very presence of the women.
Throughout the proceedings, Carmel Ross, an obese, strapping fifth-former stood conspicuously at the foot of the stage, biting her nails and fidgeting nervously.
The assembly progressed and after the accustomed hymn, Miss. Thompson then launched herself into a scathing attack on the school's appalling disciplinary record, pointing out that in view of the current sad state of affairs she had no alternative other than to reintroduce corporal punishment. A comment that brought gasps of amazement from the gathering.
Motioning the now snivelling girl onto the stage, The Head magically produced a wicked looking cane, then, roughly bending Carmel over a chair turned to the assembly, warning them that in future, all truants, like this culprit and indeed all other delinquents should expect to be thrashed in front of the whole school.
She then siezed the hem of the girl's gymslip and flipped it up around her waist.
The assembly watched in sheer terror as Miss. Thompson positively wrenched Carmel's grey school knickers all the way down to her ankles.
The Head then tapped the girl's inner thighs with the tip of her cane intimating that she should position her legs wider apart.
Carmel's huge white backside quivered in anticipation of what was about to happen as she shuffled her feet in an outwardly direction revealing a thick bush of moist curls.
The Head then stood back and brought the cane cracking down for the first stroke.
The girl let out a blood curdling scream.
Without warning or delay, the cane slashed down again on the snow white moon halves producing another cry.
THWACK!
And another desperate yelp.
From the rear of the hall, Barbara watched, horrified but mesmerised, her buttock muscles clenching and unclenching with sexual excitement as Miss. Thompson continued to unmercifully lay her cane across the bare backside of the squirming, screaming recipient.

"............Barbara would be far more popular with both teachers and classmates if she could just mollify her petulant, patronising attitude ,,,,,,,, "

An accurate critisism from the girl's last report, but a critisism that the buxom sixteen year old held in absolute contempt.
Making pals and pleasing teachers by participating in 'pathetic, nauseating school activities' (as she put it) was not her concern.
Her only concern was to attain the appropriate 'A' Level grades in order to qualify for university.
She disdainfully looked upon Josephine Friars as a mere stepping stone to success, an attitude that infuriated her superiors.
Whilst on a trip to Britain, Professor. Connie. H. Kennedy, one of America's most eminent scientists had obligingly agreed to give a talk at the local polytechnic and Mrs. Booth, head of the school's science department was fortunate enough to acquire five tickets.
"Now remember. " Said the teacher.
"Even though this event is taking place in your own time, you are still required to wear school uniform. "
"What!" Snapped Barbara.
"Full school uniform. " Repeated Mrs. Booth with great deliberation.
"You must be joking. As this event is taking place in MY own time, it is then up to ME to decide what to wear!" Said Barbara in her usual superior manner.
"For all I care, Barbara, you can wear a clown's costume. But I'm only repeating The Head's instructions and if she insists that you all wear uniform for Friday evening's lecture, then you jolly well will wear full school uniform! O.K. ?
"No it's not O.K." Pouted the girl.
"Well, what about Vicky, Suzanne, Judith and Jane?" Said the teacher, trying to reason with her haughty pupil. "Do you think they enjoy wearing this uniform anymore than you?" She continued gesturing at Judith's royal blue gymslip.
"Yes, what about us?" Chipped in Vicky.
"I don't give a damn about you!" Screamed Barbara, stamping her foot in anger.

"That bitch has no right to tell ME what I can wear in ~MY own time!" She ranted before storming out of the room.
"Spoilt brat, " said Mrs. Booth, "I don't know how you lot put up with her. "
"Neither do we. " Muttered Vicky. "Neither do we."
So, in spite of Barbara's latest outburst, the five girls eventually arranged to meet at the polytechnic.
Suzanne and Judith were first to arrive at 6. 30pm, followed by Vicky, then Jane.
As they were comically debating whether or not their 'honoured friend' would actually appear in a clown's costume, a soft 'Minnie Mouse' voice called out from the other side of the foyer.
"Hi. I've been looking everywhere for you lot. "
"Babs!" Gasped the four girls in amazement.
"Some clown's costume. "Smirked Jane with breathless admiration. "She's certainly
got a lot of bottle. "
"And that's not all she's got a lot of. " Replied Vicky, enviously looking at Barbara 's enormous breasts.
"What do you think?" She asked, giving a theatrical twirl. "A bit more sexy than your stuffy old uniforms. "
Dressed in an outfit designed to display her voluptuous figure to maximum effect, Barbara as wearing a seductive low cut frilly blouse, tight, black ski-pants, black patent leather boots and far, far too much make up. With her long dark brown hair flowing wildly, she looked and indeed felt incredibly sexy.
Oozing with confidence, she crisply turned and seductively wriggling her ample young backside, led the way into the lecture hall.
Speaking in a broad incoherent Southern dialect, Professor Kennedy began lecturing promptly at 7pm.
"It sure gives me great pleasure to address such a wonderful English audience ,,,,, "
"I didn't know that Scarlet O'Hara was giving the lecture. " Whispered Suzanne.
"Neither did I" .
Replied Barbara, imitating the professor's comical Virginian accent.
"Gee, you must feel just like a cat on a hot tin roof. " Continued Suzanne in a similar vain.
Joke followed joke, and halfway through the lecture (which, by the way was entitled 'an introduction to micro biology') the girls had an uncontrollable fit of the giggles.
Despite several requests from the chairman for order, they were unable to curb their laughter and were eventually asked to leave.
Much to Vicky's disgust, Barbara and Suzanne stumbled through the door before collapsing in a state of absolute hysteria.
After a good ten minutes of phrenetic laughter, the dynamic duo regained some composure and eventually decided to 'freshen up'.
Needless to say, in their frivolous mood, they lost themselves in the labyrinth of polytechnic corridors and wondered around aimlessly for what seemed to be an eternity.
Twenty minutes later, Suzanne literally saw a light at the end of the tunnel, as they approached, music and laughter were to be heard.
"This looks promising. " Enthused Barbara.
And indeed it was. Because, by sheer chance they had amazingly stumbled across the students union bar.
Attracting admiring glances, they strolled in and promptly ordered two gin and tonics. The barman, initially refused to serve the girls, who obviously appeared to be under age.
But with all her artful skills of deception and persuasion, Barbara convinced the young man that they were in fact full-time students and had just returned from a fancy dress' party.
(Thus explaining Suzanne's school uniform).
"What a moron. " Thought the girl as he gullibly poured the drinks.
Several minutes later they were joined by a group of rampageous medical students who insisted on including them in their round. The drinks flowed and being the centre of attention in such an intellectual crowd suited Barbara's astute personality to the full. However. Suzanne, much the worse for drink and fed up with her friend's pretentious act decided to call it a day and abruptly departed at 10pm.
Still the drinks flowed. Suddenly, there was a loud crash, all hell broke loose as two drunken louts from the rugger team picked a fight with one of the barmen. In the uproar, chairs were smashed, windows broken and light fittings shattered. Barbara and her drinking partners joined in the melee. Chaos reigned for thirty minutes and by the time order was restored the bar had been completely wrecked.
"Quite finished have we?" Came an autocratic voice from the doorway.
Ordering the mob to remain quite still, a severe looking police officer emerged.
Nonchalantly surveying the damage, he deliberately removed his note book before menacingly approaching Barbara.
"Name, Miss?" He frowned.
As the girls chatted over their morning coffee, Barbara unusually subdued stood morosely by the common room window.
"What's up with her?" Asked Jane.
"Babs? oh, probably in one of her moods. She'll be alright in five minutes. "
Said Michelle in a tone of total indifference.
"Yeah." Chirped Sally. "Give her a chance, any moment now she'll be having hysterics over one of her stupid jokes.
Staring dreamily out at a parked police car, Barbara, wearing white ankle socks and a skimpy mini skirt looked the picture of innocence.
"Vicky," whispered Jane, "look at her. I bet you a pound that butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. "
"She's so angelic."
"About as angelic as barbed wire. " Came the sarcastic reply.
The sound of girlish gossip came to a frosty end as Miss. Thompson, immaculately dressed in a crisp grey pencil skirt and black blouse intimidatingly appeared in the doorway.
Strikingly beautiful, she stood there, a magnificent specimen of womenhood.
Extremely shapely with large uptilted breasts, mature hips and a powerful but not overlarge backside.
After carefully scrutinising the scene, she stylishly walked over to an upright chair upon which she regaly sat, smoothing her tight cotton skirt over her muscular thighs as she did so.
"Come here Barbara. " She coldly said, removing imaginary specks of fluff from her clothing.
"With all the arrogance of a model on a catwalk, the girl contemptuously crossed the room and stood within a yard of The Head. There was a slight pause as Miss. Thompson partially rolled up her sleeves.
"Now girl," she said, looking up at Barbara for the first time, "have we told our friends about Friday evening's little fiasco?"
"What?" Replied the girl in a tone of exaggerated innocence.
The Head sat back, folded her strong arms and gave Barbara a cruel smile.
"Don't try to be clever with me girl! Now, let's start again. Friday evening? Kingsmead Polytechnic?" She leaned forward, staring accusingly at the arrogant girl. "Come on. we're waiting. "
Barbara obstinately remained silent.
"I'm talking to you! Speak up, we haven't got all day!"
Another embarrassing pause.
"Well ? "
"Madam, I am not in the witness box." Announced the girl in her usual supercilious manner.
"No my girl. Thanks to me, you are not in the witness box. " Retorted The Head.
Yet another uncomfortable silence.
"Heavens above, I haven't got all day ......"
"Neither have I." Interrupted the girl. "I don't have to put up with this. "
She pertly said , turning to the door.
"Oh no you don't! " Boomed The Head. "I haven't finished with you yet. "
Miss. Thompson, to the astonishement of Jane, Sally and the rest of the girls then vigorously pulled Barbara across her knee and as the shell-shocked audience looked on, delivered an agonizing smack to the girl's bouncing bare thigh.

"You bitch! You fucking bitch!" Screamed the indignant girl at the very top of her voice as she frantically tried to break free.
"That sort of language won't get you anywhere her." Growled Miss. Thompson as she comfortably contained the wriggling girl.
Taking her time, she then expertly delivered two more mighty slaps to the girl's vulnerable thighs.
Suzanne's heart pounded in absolute terror as she breathlessly watched her helpless friend squirm.
"STOP STRUGGLlNG GIRL!" Miss. Thompson then waited for the dischevelled girl to calm down before returning her to her feet."As you may know." said The Head addressing The Sixth Form, "Barbara, along with four other girls, various local dignitories and an assortment of pressmen, were invited to attend a lecture at The Kingsmead Polytechnic. What you may not know." She continued as she reached out and cruelly twisted the girl's ear.
"Is that Barbara, in a state of complete intoxication, wearing the attire of a common prostitute, proceeded to disrupt the lecture, bringing it to an abrupt end, Jane. "
Said The Head as calm as a lake in Heaven. "Go to my office. In my top drawer you'll find a tawse. Fetch it. "
"No!" Yelped Barbara, flushed with humiliation.
The Head, now on her feet, increased her tortuous grip forcing the girl to stand high on tiptoe.
"Ow! Stop! You're hurting me!" She grimaced.
Unmoved, Miss. Thompson stared directly into the girl's eyes.
"So, not happy with you little performace you then proceeded to vadalize polytechnic property causing over ｣1500 worth of damage!"
"It wasn't just me!" Cried Barbara through gritted teeth as she continued her struggle for freedom.
"Are you calling me a liar!" Snarled The Head, their two faces barely inches from each-other.
The frightened audience waited in baited breath for the girl's reply.
"WELL ? "
"Let go you fucking cow!"
"You insolent little tart, I'll teach you humility.
If it wasn't for my invaluable efforts you'd now be facing police charges of under age drinking and criminal damage. "
Miss. Thompson looked attentively at the girl for several seconds.
"Yes, I think that it's about time that you were taught a lesson. "
Sitting down, she once again began to smooth her skirt.
"Get across my knee!" She ordered.
"No!" Replied the wilful girl as she wildly rubbed her throbbing ear.
"Are you arguing with me!" Thundered The Head. Her voice literally shaking the soul of every girl in the room.
"Over!"
"No. " Sulked Barbara, stamping her foot in defiance.
"Get across my knee this minute!"
"No!" Reiterated the girl. "No!! I'm too old for this." She pouted, pointing at The Head's massive lap.
Then suddenly, like a viscious bird-eating spider, The Head pounced and unceremoniously dragged the girl across her knee.
"Right, you arrogant little vixen, you've had this coming for quite sometime." Said The Head with a great deal of satisfaction.
Jane re-appeared, holding an ugly 2' tawse and Barbara, realising that she was in for one hell of a thrashing began to struggle furiously.
"You dare touch me and I'll tell my parents! I will! I will!"
"Please do. It'll save me the trouble." Smiled The Head with the kind of smile that goes with a silk noose.
"But in the meantime my girl, I'm going to give you the whipping of your life. "

Clancing up, Barbara noticed a sadistic smirk on Vicky's face and realised that someone at least was going to enjoy her humiliating chastisement.
The girl violently kicked and punched for several minutes before giving up in a state of helpless exhaustion.
"Finished have we?" Enquired The Head with mock politeness.
"You rotten cow!." Whispered the breathless girl.
"Good," Said The Head, deliberately ignoring Barbara's insult. "Now with madam's kind permission I'll continue. "
Vicky, on the verge of ecstasy looked on as Miss. Thompson turned up Barbara 's minute mini skirt.
Hooking a forefinger into the elasticated waist of the girl's expensive black silk panties, she very decisively pulled them down, over her hips, down her succulent thighs, before allowing them to rest around her knees.
The bottom she had unveiled was a perfect specimen of the female posterior.
Not too fat with cheeks beautifully rounded, smooth and firm, the deep dark crevice, warm and inviting.
"Jane, the tawse please. "
The radiant sixth former eagerly handed over the evil looking implement.
"Now then. Let this be a lesson to you. "
The tawse venomously flashed down.
CRACK!
"Bitch!" Snarled the girl.
As the tawse rose, a wicked red stripe appeared on the virgin flesh. Again the biting strap flashed down. This time landing on the full roundness of Barbara's left cheek.
CRACK!
"Ow! That hurt!"
"It was meant to hurt. " Said The Head coldly.
Having delivered her first two strokes, Miss. Thompson now quickly fell into a steady unfaltering pattern; regular and at a good pace.
CRACK!
"Oww!"
CRACK!
"Stop!"
CRACK!
"Oww! Gasped Barbara. "Not so hard."
CRACK!
Yet again the tawse slashed down across the curvaceous bottom; now bearing the evil welts of a good sound and now severe thrashing.
"No! Enough! Stop! Please!" She begged as her crimson backside oscillated suggestively beneath Miss. Thompson's relentless tawse.
"This is your reward for behaving like a vulgar whore!'"
CRACK!
"Owwww no!"
The girl's tangled panties had now slipped down to her ankles.
CRACK!
"Please stop. PLEASE!"
CRACK!
"Fuck you!" Screamed the girl as she involuntarily arched her bottom upwards exposing her anal orifice and vulva to the gaze of The Head.
"Anymore of that language and I'll thrash you again in front of the whole school. "
Threatened The Head as she inhaled the erotic fragrance of the girl's pungent sex.
CRACK!
The Head delivered yet another stroke of unbearable force.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
"This will teach you obedience. "
CRACK!
"Ow! Please, enough!"
"It's certainly not enough!"
CRACK!
"Just a few more like this..........."
CRACK!
"And this ......"
CRACK!
"And this .........."
CRACK!
Miss. Thompson finally stopped and held the tawse out for Jane to gleefully take.
"Get up!" Snapped The Head. Her tone displaying not a trace of sympathy for the writhing girl whose magnificent buttocks she had just so soundly whipped.
"Get up. " She repeated.
Slowly and painfully Barbara stood.
"You wicked old cow!" Hissed the girl. "Just you wait, I'll get you for this!"
Having never experienced such defiance Miss. Thompson was momentarily taken aback.
"Just you fucking wait!" Sobbed the girl as she gingerly began to pull up her panties.
Now on her feet, Miss. Thompson grabbed the obstinate girl by the scruff of her neck before violently throwing her over a large oak table.
"It appears Barbara, that you STILL haven't learnt your lesson!"
Unable to contain her pent up excitement, Vicky snatched the tawse from Jane's grasp and keenly offered it to The Head.
The girls, amazed at Vicky's vindictive behaviour could only gape as Miss. Thompson again took possession of the tawse and again raised the girl's skirt. Admiring the gorgeous contours of Barbara's delectable backside, she cruely ran the supple implement through her slender fingers before measuring up for the first stroke.
Barbara, in one last act of defiance compressed her bottom crack to a thin tight line. With lips pursed and eyes gleaming The Head then deftly brought the tawse lashing down across the callipygous rear cheeks.
Miss. Thompson strapped slowly, pausing maliciously between each agonizing stroke.
She made the tawse slash full across both cheeks so that it would really sting.
Seven times the leather swished through the air, to bite deep, scorching stripes across that full lovely curvaceous bottom.
The tawse hurt terribly, the pain unbearable, but Barbara gripped the table desperately and screwed her eyes up tight. As the final stroke landed, the girl's shoulders jerked up and it seemed as if her voluptuous breasts would burst through her thin white blouse.
Miss. Thompson took two paces back to proudly admire her handiwork. Barbara lay across the table for several moments more, sobbing, writhing and squirming.
Then, so slowly, she managed to raise herself and stand on her feet again. She was unrecognisable as her former self. Gone was the arrogant, self assured teenager, replaced by a whimpering, pitiful little girl.
"It gives me no pleasure to have to punish a sixth form girl in this way.
STOP SNIVELLING GIRL! In future, I expect you to act and behave like an intelligent, mature young lady. Now pull your knickers up and stop making a spectacle of yourself."
Crying quite uncontrollably, the girl obeyed.
"And as for the rest of you." Continued The Head. "Let this just be a warning of what you can expect if I catch any of you misbehaving. "
Without delay, The Head coldbloodedly departed, leaving the distressed girl and horrer-struck gathering, dumfounded and confused. Pondering over their very perilous future at the school.

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