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Watanabe is no less a human being than you are, and so is Danquah. Or any other of the pupils here. Really, Meier, you should know better.

You will also write personal apologies to Miss Watanabe and Mr. I know this is your first time to receive any form of corporal punishment here at school.

Please know that with that terrible kind of misconduct you have shown, I can not be lenient in any way.

It will be a full ten of the best, on your briefs. Now, you will drop your trousers and bend over my desk. You will grab the other side of the desk with your hands, and keep them there while I cane you.

You will not stand up before I tell you so. If you do, or in any other way interfere with your deserved punishment, you will receive extra strokes.

Now, this will hurt a great deal, it is meant to. You may cry and sob, but I will not tolerate any jumping around or too much wiggling….

I watched him bending over. He already looked positively chastened. But, as I told him, with his crime there could not be any leniency. I grabbed the waistband of his underpants and stretched them tightly over his bottom.

Then, I took the junior cane. Ten of the best I promised him, ten of the best he got. He took them not well. I could see he was close to agony, butn that was what I intended.

He was crying and begging while the rattan bit his backside again and again. The last strokes left him sobbing over my desk.

Vicious, swollen stripes could be seen where is underpants ended. Now, if I ever hear anything of racism from you again, you will be sent home in disgrace.

I hope you will learn that it is wrong, and that no one here will tolerate it. He took his place on the wall. What left only one more thing for me to do: disciplining Jenny Woods.

So it was friday again. And while there were certainly — amongst the pupils — those who thought I enjoyed the punishment sessions, that was very much not the case.

Oh, I do feel the need for discipline, and I do carry out the punishments with no leniency, but it is not a task that I particularly look forward.

How much nicer is it to award pupils for academic success or good behaviour than having to punish them for their infractions. At least, there were only four in the line today.

But then, one of them was Woods from 10b, and dealing with her again would be very unpleasant. Now, first things first. Youngest today was Tineke Smit from 6B.

Her teacher felt that she was not a bad girl in general, but in need of firmer discipline. Before asking my secretary to sent her in, I placed the slipper on my desk, so that the girl would see it.

I put the small, straight nursery cane right beside the slipper. It is what I would use when dealing with serious infractions of pupils from the primary school years.

I let Linde-Louise sent the girl in. Now, most young pupils being sent to me look afraid. Tineke Smit just looked bored.

There even was a hint of a mischivous smile there. I instantly knew that while her infractions per se were only light ones, this girl would need a sterner lesson than I previously thought.

I had her stand before my desk and began questioning her. After just a short time I already had an idea of what might be the problem.

Smit was a day pupil, not one of the boarders. And her parents were strict, very strict. I am a strong supporter of traditional upbringing and the neccessary parental strictness, but there are some parents, who overdo it.

Young Tineke was 11, but she had no freedoms. So, with no possibility to check out her limits at home, she was doing so at school.

So, if you thought before that my job was easy, think again. Of course, the girl needed punishment. But it was understandable, too. I decided that you might benefit from a little more extracurricular activities.

I think you might like the swimming team, or the theatre club. You know there are many possibilities. They insist I come home right after school!

I will give you a letter telling them so. It was walking a thin line, I knew. Normally, no teacher ever should interfere with how parents wanted to raise their children.

But in some cases, i felt, I needed to. I had Smit get over my knee. As I lifted up her school dress, I could see faint marks on her thighs, like from a switch.

I gave her six with the slipper, which she took without much fuss. There were a few tears, but no more.

But I could see she would try to be a good girl from now on. Before putting her nose to the wall, I wrote a short notice to her parents and handed it to her.

She held it close, then tucked it in a pocket of her dress and took her position on the wall. Next was Daniel P.

Addler from 10A. His offences were the usual ones for a boy his age. He seemed to be of the impression that not wearing a tie made him look cool, and tht girls were mainly there to be for teasing and playing pranks.

Like many others alike him, he would learn a painful lesson. When he entered, I could see that he was quite a confident boy. I could easily see that he liked to think of himself rather as a young man already.

After explaining him exactly that, he was at least smart enough not to argue with me that he was too old for such punishments.

So when I ordered him to lower his school shorts and bend over my desk, he did so with little reluctance. Of those, four are for wearing incorrect uniform and the other four are for your intolerable behaviour towards your female classmates.

This caning will hurt a great deal — it is meant to, so you learn from it. I expect you to take it without any interference, is that clear?

He was in tears right after the second stroke. I was sure he felt not very grown up now. His bottom danced under my strokes, twice I had to remind him not to struggle.

The threat of extra strokes made him comply. After the full eight strokes had been given, he lay sobbing over my desk, begging for forgiveness.

He was a very sorry boy. Which was what he should be. Pulling up his shorts obviously was uncomfortable for him, and I could see he would have loved to rub his burning backside right now.

But, of course, that was not to be. Instead, he had to stand facing the wall, his hands not on his bottom but folded on his back.

So this it was. Half of the culprits had been dealt with. Old Fliegner caught Jenny with her skirt too short!

Patricia Miller was eager to spread the news. From what I hear, Caro Fletcher from 12A just got a whacking for that last friday. Like Jenny got. But, of course, Jennys punishment had been a much-discussed topic during the last days.

The punishments given by the headmistress were always of special interest for all the pupils at Wilhelmsen Institute.

And especially so when someone from ones own year got it. Miss von Platen-Wilhelms had earned a reputation as a stern disciplinarian. Suki Watanabe was just passing by.

But yes, I saw her shortening her skirt up this morning. Everyone knows that! Katrin stopped that discussion short. It was a question to which the girls found many answers.

Patricia insisted that it would be a severe caning, while Katrin thought that Jenny might just be expelled and sent home.

Anne suggested it might be both, while Suki silently wondered if her lucky streak would continue. She was no angel, but had avoided being caught so far.

The chattering went on for a few minutes, when suddenly Kristina Larsson called from inside the study room:. Anyway, the one girl who was the most curious was with no doubt Jenny Woods.

In less than 24 hours, she would have to walk over the headmistresses doorstep, for the second time in 7 days. And what would happen there, no one knew for sure….

Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside. One pupil from year Two pupils from year And two seniors from year Even if she did not know it yet this earned those two the honour of being put to the end of the line.

Wilhelmsen International Institute had a strict non-smoking policy, the girls were in for exemplary and severe punishment. Putting my cup away, I pressed the button on the intercom.

Oh, and remember that Woods and Fletcher will be last, and come in together. This made Lisa Müller next, a 16 year old girl who had been sent here for tardiness and missing homework.

She had been in my office before and certainly knew what to expect. She walked in slowly, her head lowered.

Her uniform looked neat. What do you have to say for yourself? She did so. I could see the hand was reddened and a little swollen.

Lift up your skirt and bend over the desk. I am going to give you 8 strokes with the cane. I watched her as she obediently grabbed her skirt and pulled it up above her waist.

She then laid her chest over my desk and grabbed the far side with her hands. I picked up the junior cane and moved into position.

Lisa Müller tried to take her beating with dignity. She stoically refused to make any sound after the first 4 strokes, which I placed over her knicker-clad bottom in one-centimetre intervals.

Number 5 made her gasp sharply as it hit one more centimetre lower, almost there where bottom meets thigh. She knew from experience how I caned, where the next strokes would land.

Tears came with those next two strokes, which made neat double-impacts on her thighs. The last stroke had her digging her fingers in my desk, to prevent herself from jumping up and earning extra.

It was made to be remembered though, as it crossed her bottom diagonally, intersecting with the rest of my handywork. Michelle Smith came from the same class as Lisa Müller.

It was her first visit here, but she had been punished in class on several occaissions. I hope your uniform is correct today!

I stood up and walked around her, watching her closely. However, wearing correct and full uniform is a very important part of school life, so I cannot let you off too easily.

And then, of course, there is the second point on your report. Fliegner about it? I know you probably are sorry, but you will be a lot more sorry when I am done with you.

Wearing non-regulation items is a offence that alone merits punishment, but arguing with a teacher when ordered to change into correct uniform is something I take very seriously.

Fliegner and those two extra strokes you earned just a moment ago. At first, she tried to take her caning bravely.

But after the second stroke she began sobbing. Then, her legs started coming up after each stroke. I told her to stop fidgeting, but after the 6th stroke, she jumped up and rubbed her bottom.

Or you will get another two extra, and I will have you held down for the rest of your punishment! Is that clear?

She fought with herself for a moment and then bent back over. She was a well-chastened girl when she was finally told to stand up.

Tears were running across her cheeks as she carefully straightened her skirt. Her blonde hair was in disarray, and I could hear her sob as she put her nose to the wall like the other pupils.

Next came Peter Williams from 12A. It is a rare occaission that seniors have to report for corporal punishment, but it did happen from time to time.

His infractions were those the most common for pupils his age: Misconduct and Insolence. Because there is so much to explore. And so many ways to switch up your self love sessions.

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What a shame , I thought, trailing my fingers along the edge of his desk, this is the perfect height. I could see why he liked this chair, it made me feel powerful.

Sitting behind his desk made me feel powerful. I felt the same tug between my legs. Carelessly I sat back and closed my eyes, running my hand up my thigh, pretending it was his large, masculine hand.

I could feel how damp they were, it had been a long day of build up and no release. His view would be excellent if he had bothered to stay. I leaned back as I began to slowly finger my clit.

It was so relaxing to think about Jack doing this, so perfect. I jerked forward closing my legs and removing my hands from between them in one quick moment.

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I took all of his cock into my mouth and felt the familiar adjustment my throat made to accept it. I used to think this would make me gag, but practice told me it actually supplied more liquid from the back of my throat, making the whole process easier, and more pleasurable for him.

The hand that suddenly tightened around my hair confirmed this. He grabbed my breasts roughly, bending me forward over the desk. My only thought was, Yessss.

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Of course, the girl needed punishment. But it was understandable, too. I decided that you might benefit from a little more extracurricular activities.

I think you might like the swimming team, or the theatre club. You know there are many possibilities.

They insist I come home right after school! I will give you a letter telling them so. It was walking a thin line, I knew. Normally, no teacher ever should interfere with how parents wanted to raise their children.

But in some cases, i felt, I needed to. I had Smit get over my knee. As I lifted up her school dress, I could see faint marks on her thighs, like from a switch.

I gave her six with the slipper, which she took without much fuss. There were a few tears, but no more. But I could see she would try to be a good girl from now on.

Before putting her nose to the wall, I wrote a short notice to her parents and handed it to her. She held it close, then tucked it in a pocket of her dress and took her position on the wall.

Next was Daniel P. Addler from 10A. His offences were the usual ones for a boy his age. He seemed to be of the impression that not wearing a tie made him look cool, and tht girls were mainly there to be for teasing and playing pranks.

Like many others alike him, he would learn a painful lesson. When he entered, I could see that he was quite a confident boy.

I could easily see that he liked to think of himself rather as a young man already. After explaining him exactly that, he was at least smart enough not to argue with me that he was too old for such punishments.

So when I ordered him to lower his school shorts and bend over my desk, he did so with little reluctance. Of those, four are for wearing incorrect uniform and the other four are for your intolerable behaviour towards your female classmates.

This caning will hurt a great deal — it is meant to, so you learn from it. I expect you to take it without any interference, is that clear?

He was in tears right after the second stroke. I was sure he felt not very grown up now. His bottom danced under my strokes, twice I had to remind him not to struggle.

The threat of extra strokes made him comply. After the full eight strokes had been given, he lay sobbing over my desk, begging for forgiveness.

He was a very sorry boy. Which was what he should be. Pulling up his shorts obviously was uncomfortable for him, and I could see he would have loved to rub his burning backside right now.

But, of course, that was not to be. Instead, he had to stand facing the wall, his hands not on his bottom but folded on his back.

So this it was. Half of the culprits had been dealt with. Old Fliegner caught Jenny with her skirt too short!

Patricia Miller was eager to spread the news. From what I hear, Caro Fletcher from 12A just got a whacking for that last friday.

Like Jenny got. But, of course, Jennys punishment had been a much-discussed topic during the last days. The punishments given by the headmistress were always of special interest for all the pupils at Wilhelmsen Institute.

And especially so when someone from ones own year got it. Miss von Platen-Wilhelms had earned a reputation as a stern disciplinarian. Suki Watanabe was just passing by.

But yes, I saw her shortening her skirt up this morning. Everyone knows that! Katrin stopped that discussion short.

It was a question to which the girls found many answers. Patricia insisted that it would be a severe caning, while Katrin thought that Jenny might just be expelled and sent home.

Anne suggested it might be both, while Suki silently wondered if her lucky streak would continue. She was no angel, but had avoided being caught so far.

The chattering went on for a few minutes, when suddenly Kristina Larsson called from inside the study room:. Anyway, the one girl who was the most curious was with no doubt Jenny Woods.

In less than 24 hours, she would have to walk over the headmistresses doorstep, for the second time in 7 days.

And what would happen there, no one knew for sure…. Sitting at my desk, sipping my tea in silence, I went over the list of pupils that still were outside.

One pupil from year Two pupils from year And two seniors from year Even if she did not know it yet this earned those two the honour of being put to the end of the line.

Wilhelmsen International Institute had a strict non-smoking policy, the girls were in for exemplary and severe punishment. Putting my cup away, I pressed the button on the intercom.

Oh, and remember that Woods and Fletcher will be last, and come in together. This made Lisa Müller next, a 16 year old girl who had been sent here for tardiness and missing homework.

She had been in my office before and certainly knew what to expect. She walked in slowly, her head lowered. Her uniform looked neat.

What do you have to say for yourself? She did so. I could see the hand was reddened and a little swollen. Lift up your skirt and bend over the desk.

I am going to give you 8 strokes with the cane. I watched her as she obediently grabbed her skirt and pulled it up above her waist.

She then laid her chest over my desk and grabbed the far side with her hands. I picked up the junior cane and moved into position.

Lisa Müller tried to take her beating with dignity. She stoically refused to make any sound after the first 4 strokes, which I placed over her knicker-clad bottom in one-centimetre intervals.

Number 5 made her gasp sharply as it hit one more centimetre lower, almost there where bottom meets thigh. She knew from experience how I caned, where the next strokes would land.

Tears came with those next two strokes, which made neat double-impacts on her thighs. The last stroke had her digging her fingers in my desk, to prevent herself from jumping up and earning extra.

It was made to be remembered though, as it crossed her bottom diagonally, intersecting with the rest of my handywork. Michelle Smith came from the same class as Lisa Müller.

It was her first visit here, but she had been punished in class on several occaissions. I hope your uniform is correct today! I stood up and walked around her, watching her closely.

However, wearing correct and full uniform is a very important part of school life, so I cannot let you off too easily. And then, of course, there is the second point on your report.

Fliegner about it? I know you probably are sorry, but you will be a lot more sorry when I am done with you. Wearing non-regulation items is a offence that alone merits punishment, but arguing with a teacher when ordered to change into correct uniform is something I take very seriously.

Fliegner and those two extra strokes you earned just a moment ago. At first, she tried to take her caning bravely.

But after the second stroke she began sobbing. Then, her legs started coming up after each stroke. I told her to stop fidgeting, but after the 6th stroke, she jumped up and rubbed her bottom.

Or you will get another two extra, and I will have you held down for the rest of your punishment! Is that clear? She fought with herself for a moment and then bent back over.

She was a well-chastened girl when she was finally told to stand up. Tears were running across her cheeks as she carefully straightened her skirt.

Her blonde hair was in disarray, and I could hear her sob as she put her nose to the wall like the other pupils. Next came Peter Williams from 12A.

It is a rare occaission that seniors have to report for corporal punishment, but it did happen from time to time. His infractions were those the most common for pupils his age: Misconduct and Insolence.

Translated, that meant acting up in class to impress his classmates and backtalk. Normally, those offences were dealt with best by the class teachers.

Having to hold out your hand for the ruler in front of those you tried to impress often did a fine job.

This case was different, for Peter Williams was a repeat offender. And his last prank had involved him showing of his naked behind out of a classroom window.

As a senior, he wore long trousers along his shirt and blazer. The uniform, at least, was immaculate, the school tie almost bound to perfection.

In a way, he looked more like a young man, not like a schoolboy. But he was a schoolboy, and he would find out what that meant soon enough.

And, befitting your crime, i think it is appropriate to cane you not on your underpants, but on that bare part of your anatomy which you felt you had to show at the window.

So, step out of your trousers and bend over. You should know how it i s done from your visits back when you were a junior.

It always looked a little strange if a boy as old as Peter Williams prepared for punishment. Physically, he really was more man than boy.

However, bent over my desk in underpants and argyle socks, he did not anymore look very manly. I slid my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to his thighs.

Bare bottom punishments were allowed by school regulations, of course, but I seldom used them. I felt that a pair of knickers or underpants did not offer much protection from a cane or slipper, but it allowed the pupil to keep a certain modesty.

In case of Williams, I decided for a bare bottom caning just because he had already lost that modesty when he showed his behind to the world.

I took the senior cane out of the cupboard and whipped it throught the air. Despite its size and thickness, it was still flexible like hell.

And it stung like that, too. Peter Williams could be sure to enjoy his cane-marks for the next weeks. And he tried to take them like a man. I had promised him eight of the best, I delivered them.

Full swing, with that little flick of the wrist right before impact. After the eight stroke, he was clearly in grave discomfort, you could hear he was only barely holding back tears.

I want you to serve as an example for the others. Learn from what you see! The 6 pupils took a good look at what was now a very well-caned bottom.

And it felt even more painful than it looked. I watched him getting his trousers on again. Surely he would try to tell his friends how bravely he took his beating.

But he would have to admit then that he had to show his arse in a very undignified manner to 6 pupils from the lower years….

It was time to attend to the last two offenders today. The two girls who were caught smoking. I placed the senior cane on my desk, right beside the junior cane.

The two girls entered my office. Jenny Woods was 15, Caroline Fletcher was She was from the same class that Peter Williams came from. The two girls stood before me in their school uniforms.

Jennys looked neat. So did Carolines, for one grave exception. The normal school skirt for senior girls was longer, reaching down well below the knees.

They were allowed to opt for the shorter skirts the juniors wore, which reached the ground when they kneeled.

The one Caroline wore looked shorter, which was easily to bee seen as she stood beside Jenny Woods, whose skirt was regulation length. You both know why you are here.

Let me tell you I am disgusted! Smoking is one of the worst habits there is, and neither the school rules nor I myself have any tolerance for it.

They both flushed a little. Jenny Woods eyes went wide as she saw the two canes resting on my desk. Jenny Woods had once been slippered by me when she was in year 6.

Now, however, she realized she was in for a more severe punishment. But there was that other matter to attend first. Both uniforms looked well.

Jenny Woods had one of her argyles pulled up a little lower than the other. I told her so and she bend to correct it. Fletcher had the uppermost button of her blouse loosened.

She also quickly corrected that. Then I came to the point of my interest. As they complied, I could easily see that Caroline Fletchers Skirt was non-regulation.

Colour and general style matched, but it ended a few centimetres above the floor. Jenny Woods skirt touched the ground as it should be.

Was she lying in my face, despite the fact that clearly her skirt was too short. Or had she… Even if Fletcher might not believe, her headmistress was a schoolgirl once, and she knew the tricks.

Stand up and bend over! Woods, you may stand up as well! As Fletcher bend over my desk, I lifted her skirt up. At least, the girl had been smart enough to wear a pair of regulation knickers.

I took my slipper and walked around the girl. I took aim, laying the plimsoll on the girls knicker-clad bottom. And then brought it down for four forceful whacks, two across each cheek.

Each stroke was followed by a very girlish sigh, almost silent after the first, well audible after the last stroke. As she did so, she straightened her skirt and brought it down to regulation lenght.

I had both girls stand in front of my desk while I delivered them a good talking to about the evils of smoking.

Woods looked frightened, while Fletcher still tried to look innocent. It was a technique she had probably perfected over the years.

With her pouty lips, blue eyes and long blonde hair she looked angelic, and it had probably helped her out of some situations in which she may have deserved punishment.

I knew form a talk with her mother that her father often was persuaded not to punish his daughter just by those innocent looks she threw at him.

Well, it would not work with me. Lift up your skirt and get over my desk again. Six with the junior cane, and two with the senior.

Lift your skirt and assume the position, there, at the side of your fellow smoker! The two girls were now bent over my desk, side by side.

I gave Jenny Woods her six strokes with the junior cane first. She was crying after the third. Then Fletcher got her thrashing.

Her attitude was beaten out of her apparently after the first stroke. After that, she just held on to the desk and let her tears flow.

I was sure after she had taken the fourth stroke that she would not smoke again. After the full eight strokes, she was crying hard.

She took those last four strokes, desperately trying not to get up. When it was over, she, too, was crying hard.

You now do know that smoking is not good for you, be it your lungs or bottoms. Each of you will prepare a shor t essay on the dangers of smoking, describing your punishment.

You will read it to the assembly on monday before classes. Adressing all pupils I continued. Now, please form a queue in front of my desk as you will each get your punishment information card that you will bring back next week, with your parents signatures.

I filled out each card and gave it to the respective pupil. Finally, the days work was almost done.

I called in Linde-Louise, for there were still some things to attend to. A headmistresses work, it sometimes seems, is never done.

It was a rainy afternoon. The clock slowly advanced towards half past three, at which time the school bell would ring one last time for the pupils at Wilhelmsen International Boarding School.

But while most of those pupils were already looking forward to a nice and enjoyable weekend, a few had other thoughts on their minds.

Wilhelmsen Institute was one of the few schools that kept on using corporal punishment. Located on an island, just off the north german coast, it housed pupils from countries all around the world whose parents cherished the old-fashioned approach to discipline.

In the classroom, teachers made use of a wooden ruler, applied to the pupils palms, to deal with minor infractions. For more serious things, pupils could be slippered by their form masters — or, for repeated or very serious offences, got sent to the headmistress.

So there I was again, waiting for my secretary, to inform me that all those who had been ordered to report for punishment were waiting.

I had their files on my desk already: there were nine of them this friday. There were the usual cases of repeated tardiness, misconduct and insolence.

More shocking, there were two girls who had been sent to me for smoking. I intended to deliver a very clear and sharp message to them.

Seven of the pupils were from secondary school classes, two were sent up from the primary school attached to the institute. There were 4 boys and 5 girls, the age range was from 9 to 18 years.

I took the punishment book out of my desk and placed it on top of it. Then I turned to the implements that were traditionally used at my office.

The three canes, junior, senior and a straight-ended, short nursery cane, were at their place in a cupboard. My heavy, rubber-soled plimsoll resided in its desk drawer, from where I took it and placed it on my desk.

The wooden ruler already lay there. The secretary knew I always took the youngest first. So, after a few seconds, there was a feeble knock on my door.

A nine-year old boy entered. Slim in appearance, with blond hair and pale skin, he slowly walked up to my desk. I noticed that his uniform was neat and tidy.

I have. I see from your file that you are generally well-behaved. It is your first time here, but know that I cannot be lenient with you. You have to learn once and for all to respect your teachers.

What did Miss Williams give you? I turned the chair that stood before it around and sat down, reaching for the plimsoll waiting on the desk. If you struggle or in any other way interfere with your punishment, you will receive extra.

I opened the boys trousers and slid them down to his knees. Then I guided him into position over my knees.

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