The Caning Headmistress

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I have a feeling, Mt Mather, that you will be asking for more of these before we have finished. But let’s see…’ The old furniture was far heavier than it looked and she patiently waited as he half lifted and half slid them up to the wall. His fingers trembled against his blazer buttons before he folded it neatly across the chair seats and turned to face Miss Sternwood.

All weekend I was worried about what was going to happen and on Monday morning I was more careful than usual to make sure that I was wearing the correct school uniform. Later that day my form master told me that he had reported me and that I would have to see the headmaster after assembly on Monday. For goodness sake Attwood," she had exclaimed, as much in exasperation as annoyance. "You're a month past your eighteenth birthday, you'll be starting University in less than a year, probably living away from home. If you haven't developed a sense of motivation and self discipline by now, something is seriously wrong! Maybe you could at least try to show a little maturity? I don't suggest for one minute that academic success should be your only objective in life, but your exam results in a few months time will be a critical step for you. How much more motivation can you possibly need?" Yes Miss," he replied breathlessly, taking the same small footsteps and only moving his hands once he was up against the edge of the desk and beginning to bend forward. Despite facing away from her, he could feel her eyes appraising his young, naked body, and sensed the frisson of a forbidden, shameful thrill, blending inextricably with what was rapidly becoming a very real anxiety.Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. We walked slowly to the office door and stood outside. There was still some time to go until the assembly was dismissed. Suddenly Lindsey said something to me. I realised that my hands had been subconsciously rubbing the seat of my short trousers. I jerked them away and looked up at Lindsey. I felt the cane touch again, though this time the flesh was as tender and as sensitive as I could imagine it being. I flinched again. Rings, bangles, clips or any other kinds of adornment were forbidden. The nuns were far too experienced not to know that even of Lynne said Miss Dines told her her parents would receive a letter in the post the next morning. "I did not want them to know, but she said it was the regulation."

Another permanent memory of the school was the slightly ammoniac smell of 35 girls’ bodies in the changing room, each girl trying furtively to get into and out of these difficult clothes without exposing their nakedness, and of white bodied twinkling through the acrid steam of the shower bath, under the watchful eye of the nun. Of course, she was not naive to the fact that many of the senior boys and prefects were harbouring a lustful crush. In the hormonal maelstrom of the Grey House senior common room, it was pretty much inevitable that a young, beautiful housemistress would provoke exactly this reaction. Corpun file 7213a at www.corpun.com Dublin Evening Mail, 17 August 1937 Today's Letters To The Editor School Punishments Lynne was suspended for half a day by Miss Dines for the pen incident and her father gave her the strap.I found I was able to meet her gaze more comfortably now. I felt bigger, older, less like a child and more like an adult. I agreed. She was smiling at me. We are going to go through to the dining room, where I am going to administer four strokes of the cane to your seat, and three strokes of the strap to each of your hands.’

The sports field she overlooked was almost deserted, just a couple of late stragglers taking a shortcut from Mainschool towards the school driveway. To her left a tall beech tree partly obstructed one corner of her window and in that shaded area of glass she saw a ghostlike reflection of her room.Look, I know it's not always an easy transition from the rules and hand-holding of the junior years. All I want is to see you really focus on your grades for a few months. I've tried encouragement, I've tried cajoling, I've discussed your work with your parents, and I seem to remember we even resorted to a couple of Saturday morning homework detentions. Quite frankly there are very few options remaining."

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