Over the Desk: Tales of School Punishment by Carla A. WilliamsSix spanking stories featuring naughty schoolgirls being punished and taught to behave.
Carla has a reputation for including all those little nuances that make spanking stories a delight to read and this collection feature all the emotions including poignancy, firmness and humour. A must-read for the spanking enthusiast.
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Over the Desk: Tales of School Punishment (Sample Chapter)
Six complete naughty schoolgirl spanking short stories
Blushing Books 2013
The Girls' Revenge
Feeling very awkward, I was sitting alone in the room I shared with Danielle Matheson trying and failing miserably to complete my essay for tomorrow's English Literature class. Every time I heard the slightest sound from the corridor I looked up, expecting Danielle to come bursting in. Was I really just feeling awkward, or was it my own fear?
Yet again, I heard footsteps in the corridor. This time, though, they were real footsteps. I strained to listen. Was it one set of footsteps, or were there more?
The door opened and I looked up nervously. When Danielle dashed in, wet and shivering and naked all bar the soaking wet knickers she clutched in her hand, I looked quickly through before the door was slammed shut. Danielle appeared to be alone.
Danielle seized the large bath towel I threw her and began rubbing furiously at her long blonde hair.
"How was it?" I asked, a rather foolish question in the circumstances.
"That tends to be the way with cold baths," I said, nodding wisely.
"Why didn't you come? You could have, you know."
I shrugged. Loyalty to a friend was the true answer, but with Danielle telling me I should have joined in it seemed a rather lame response. What had happened? Because Danielle had been in a bad mood last Saturday, the day of our annual hockey match with St Margaret's (another all girls private school about twenty miles from High Weald), she had deliberately fouled one of their best players with a really quite vicious swing of her hockey stick. The referee had no hesitation in awarding a penalty and sending Danielle off. St Margaret's scored from the penalty and we ended up losing for the first time in seven years.
All through Sunday and Monday, the other members of our team kept harping on about Danielle's stupidity and eventually Dani lost her cool and said some rather unkind things about the skills of some of the other girls in our team. Monday evening was therefore 'get even' time.
At about ten o'clock, seven members of the hockey team burst into our room, grabbed Danielle and held her down on her bed while they stripped her down to just her vivid pink brief knickers. They then picked her up and carried her aloft to the bathroom where undoubtedly they had already filled a bath with stone cold water.
Even while she was being held down on the bed, Danielle pleaded with them to take her knickers off too so they wouldn't get wet but no-one was listening. I can picture how Danielle would have been lowered into the bath and held down in the freezing cold water until the girls anger had subsided. At some point, they'd have pulled her knickers off and probably handed them to her while they enjoyed a groping session with Danielle's naked body. Finally, they'd have released her to run back to the room she shared with me.
Of course, Dani wouldn't have been allowed to put her knickers back on for the sprint. They'd have wanted all the other girls who would be peering out of their rooms to see Danielle in her humiliating nakedness.
The following day, Danielle and I were both on the rota to supervise the second sitting for lunch. Feelings were generally still more than a little hostile towards Dani, and we took our early lunch alone at one of the tables that would normally seat four. As we went over to the refectory door to begin our supervisory duties, we were surprised to find ourselves immediately relieved of the task by our headmistress, Miss Hardwick.
"I think we need to have a little chat, Danielle. You too, Natasha," Miss Hardwick told us. "I've arranged replacements for your lunch duty."
The walk to the headmistress's study was spent in an icy silence, probably as cold as Dani's bath the previous evening. It seemed inappropriate to talk amongst ourselves, and neither of us could think of anything that might open up a discussion with the austere Miss Hardwick. I was pretty certain we hadn't committed any cardinal sin that might land us in trouble, so it was all a bit of a mystery as to why we were being invited to the study.
Miss Hardwick's study was rather more than an office, even a richly furnished office, comprising two separate rooms. One was the more typical study with a huge desk and bookcase lined walls; the second room was more informal – at least in Miss Hardwick's eyes. It was more of a lounge with beautifully upholstered armchairs, a coffee table, a lavish side-table with silverware and fine china cups and saucers and an antique sideboard in beautiful walnut.
"Come into the sitting room, girls." Miss Hardwick smiled, which caused both of us much relief as it seemed to confirm we were not about to receive some dreadful reprimand or even worse. "Take a seat."
The armchairs were as comfortable as they looked, although I don't think either of us felt truly at ease in the presence of the headmistress. She smiled, and even that didn't seem to make much difference.
"I thought we needed to have a little chat girls. I'm aware, of course, of the problems you've been having, Danielle, with the other girls following the incident in the game with St Margaret's."
Danielle responded by raising her eyebrows, while I just sat and wondered why I was included in this even though I don't even play hockey. Miss Hardwick must have mind-reading abilities, or perhaps I had an expression on my face too, one that gave the game away.
"I thought you should be included too, Natasha, since you are Danielle's room-mate and I fear there is a possibility you may find yourself drawn into this affair."
I smiled sweetly, hopefully giving the impression I was thanking Miss Hardwick for her concern.
"I'm given to understand, Danielle, you had the discomfort of a less than pleasant bath last night." Our headmistress smiled again. Twice in one day? Unheard of.
Danielle smiled in return, a rather cheeky grin that smacked of the secret club endemic in girls schools like High Weald, confirming the information was correct, that Dani had accepted her punishment from the girls and had no complaints. Not bad for one cheeky grin.
"I had hoped, as I expect you did too Danielle, that might have been an end to the matter. However, seeing the girls today suggests they still harbour some ill-feeling towards you. I'm concerned too, Natasha, your preference not to assist them has led the girls to see you as supporting your room-mate rather than them."
"Possibly they might have been a tiny bit cool towards me, headmistress." I felt obliged for some reason to defend the girls. In fact, they had been decidedly cold and hardly spoke to me all morning.
Miss Hardwick looked concerned. The way she squeezed her mouth between two of her fingers suggested she was giving my words a great deal of thought. I tried to remember my exact words, and hoped I hadn't landed anyone in trouble.
"We can't just let this go and hope things return to normal, girls," Miss Hardwick announced. I thought it best not to inform our headmistress that was exactly what Dani and I planned to do.
"These things have a nasty habit of festering and getting so much worse the longer you leave them." Yes, my silence was the best policy. I couldn't, though, see what else we could do.
"Of course, it's so long since we had a girl sent off in an inter-schools match." Miss Hardwick appeared to be rubbing salt into the wound, at least as far as Dani was concerned. "It seems to have been forgotten that such incidents were always punished, even where a sixth form girl was concerned."
I looked at Dani, who was looking at our headmistress with a frown.
"And that is where I hope we may have an answer to the problem." Miss Hardwick seemed pleased she had the solution where us two humble girls had failed.
"I intend to visit you in your room this evening and administer eight good strokes of the slipper, Danielle. That plus the punishment the girls meted out last night should surely satisfy everyone."
"You're going to slipper me, headmistress?" Dani was clearly in a state of shock.
"But I'm a sixth form girl."
"And not exempt from corporal punishment, according to the school regulations."
"But eight whacks? It seems a lot."
"A pretty good hiding, I grant you. However, we need to make sure the punishment is severe enough to placate the other girls. That is my prime objective, although I would add that I feel some punishment from the school is warranted for your behaviour on the hockey field."
"I see," said Dani who, I'm certain, did not.
Miss Hardwick appeared adamant. Dani sat there next to me nodding thoughtfully, and I believe she had reached the same conclusion. She certainly didn't offer any further protest.
"May I know when you will carry out the punishment?" Dani asked with uncharacteristic timidity.
"Ten o'clock would appear to be the favoured time, from what I hear."
Dani pressed her lips together and nodded.
Poor old Dani! Still, at least we were about to be dismissed so we could get back to our classes and away from this rather tense environment.
"Which brings us to you, Natasha."
"What did I do?" I retorted with unthinking haste. "Headmistress," I added, hopefully before Miss Hardwick noticed my lack of respect.
"Nothing, Natasha." I appeared to have gotten away with it. "But that is the point. The girls appear to be taking the view you're siding with your room-mate because you didn't join in with their little scheme."
"Surely that's hardly surprising, is it headmistress?"
"No, but I feel they may have some little scheme in mind for you unless we can demonstrate it isn't necessary."
"So, am I supposed to get a slippering too, headmistress?" I was horrified. "When I haven't done anything wrong other than to take a neutral stance?"
"I'll leave you to think about it, Natasha."
Dani and I left the headmistress's room with her resigned to her fate and me quite indignant.
"The cheeky bitch!" I exclaimed, when safely out of earshot. "Not content with one slippering, she thinks she's going to get two for the price of one. Well, she's got another think coming!"
"She's just trying to save you from a cold bath too, Tasha."
"I'll take my chances, thanks very much."
The rest of the day passed by much like any other day, although I couldn't help but feel the other girls all keeping a beady eye on me as well as Dani. It was as though they already knew what our headmistress had in mind for this evening.
By nine o'clock, both Dani and I had finished all our work for the day and were relaxing on our beds reading magazines. Neither of us spoke, and in particular neither of us talked about what we were now both waiting to happen.
At a quarter to ten, Dani swung her legs off her bed.
"Do you think I ought to change into my pyjamas?" Dani asked.
"At a quarter to ten? Why?"
"Since when were pyjamas compulsory dress for a whacking?" I couldn't think what was on Dani's mind.
"I'm bound to get it on the bare," she stated without emotion. "It will be easier if I'm in my pyjamas."
"Why make it easier for her?"
I just shrugged. "Perhaps I ought to make myself scarce," I said, getting off my own bed.
"No, don't do that," Dani said with sudden feeling.
"Why? Surely you don't want me around when she does it?"
"It's not that. But if you disappear, the other girls might take umbrage and really have it in for you," Dani started taking her jeans off, obviously having made her mind up to change. "Incidentally, have you given any thought to what Miss Hardwick said to you?"
"No, not a moment's thought," I answered, not quite totally honestly. I sat back down on the edge of my bed and felt a little awkward as I watched Dani getting undressed.
"Perhaps you should."
"Aren't you at least keeping your knickers on?" I asked as Dani divested herself of the final garment that now left her completely naked.