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Janet was walking back along the corridor towards the car park after finishing another lesson at the local Sixth Form School where she had attended the late afternoon class in psychology. The late afternoon classes were for adults wanting to gain exam passes. Janet was thirty-seven but wanted to earn a degree if she could. To do that she first needed to get her A-Levels, and psychology was a favourite subject of hers.*What Janet liked about attending the class here was that all the students were expected to wear the same school uniform as the day pupils, so Janet was wearing her short-sleeved green and white gingham dress with white ankle socks. She loved the fact it made her feel like she was sixteen again and being at the school brought back her need to be obedient to the authoritative teachers.*As Janet was about to pass the headmistress?s study, the headmistress came out, looked at her, and said, ?Can you please come in here as I need you to witness a punishment I have to give.?*Janet was quite taken aback by the instruction, but as it was the headmistress, and she had to admit to fancying her rather like with a schoolgirl crush, she followed the headmistress back into the outer office and then through to her study. Once in the study she saw a pupil, Becky, who she had met and knew was seventeen. Right then, Becky was bent across what was clearly a caning table, clasping the far end, with her school dress tucked well up above her waist, her knickers were on a chair close by, and her bottom was bare and in position ready to be caned.*The headmistress, Mrs Summers, explained to Janet, ?Miss Thompson, my secretary, normally witnesses the punishments as I am expected to have a witness these days. However, she had to rush off because of an emergency at home. I, therefore, need a witness, and you will do.?*Janet realised that she was being told and not asked, but she did love the authoritative tone of voice that Mrs Summers always used, and replied, ?Yes, headmistress.?*Janet then watched as Mrs Summers went and picked up the hook-ended cane that had been on her desk and went to position herself behind and to the side of the unfortunate Becky. Janet then realised that, quite possibly, Becky was not unfortunate but was naughty enough to earn the cane. With that, she also reminded herself that she had never been caned when at school but had so often wondered what it might have felt like.*Mrs Summers rubbed the cane from side to side across Becky?s bottom, and then announced, ?Four strokes, Becky.?*Janet watched as Mrs Summers pulled her arm back and whipped the cane downwards, landing it with a loud thwack on Becky?s bare bottom, watched it bite into her bottom cheeks, and then watched as her bottom wobbled around as she heard a loud yelp. The yelp told her how much that cane stroke must have hurt Becky, and Janet subconsciously Mersin Escort (http://www.escortbayanmersin.org) put a hand on her own bottom as though feeling the stinging pain.*When the second stroke landed, rather than thinking how Becky felt Janet realised that she was actually getting turned on and was once again wondering what it would be like to be caned. That thought repeated itself when the third stroke landed, and Janet was getting even more turned on as she watched the third thick raised welt appear.*By the time the fourth stroke landed Janet knew that her knickers were damp, and, whilst she was clenching her thighs, she told herself that she had to make sure she didn?t let out any erotic gasps. She managed that, at least, but knew she was thinking more and more how she wished that was her bent across the caning table with four gorgeous welts painted across her bottom.*Mrs Summers seemed satisfied with the caning she had given, and ordered, ?Okay, Becky, put your knickers back on and straighten out your dress.?*Mrs Summers then looked at Janet and said, ?I won?t keep you much longer and really appreciate you witnessing this.?*Janet replied, ?No problem at all, headmistress,? but wondered if she had said that rather too enthusiastically given the look that Mrs Summers gave her.*Janet watched as Becky pushed herself up, and stood up, and when she turned round saw that tears were dribbling down her face and she was sobbing. She looked so sweet but was clearly unhappy, but then why wouldn?t she be having just received four rather hard strokes of the cane? Even so, Janet saw that she quickly stepped back into her knickers, straightened out her dress, turned to Mrs Summers and said, ?Thank you for caning me, headmistress.?**Mrs Summers then wrote on a form, or rather ticked a box and signed her name, and then said, ?Okay, Becky, you can go now.?*Becky turned and quickly walked towards the door of the study, with tears streaming down her face, and she was rubbing her bottom as she walked out of the study.*Mrs Summers looked at Janet and said, pointing at the form that was still on her desk, ?I just need you to sign this form and, once again, thank you.?*Janet was blushing as she went over to the desk to sign the form as the witness, and saw that it was headed, ?Punishment Log.? As she walked to the desk, she still had one hand on her bottom as though it had been her that was caned. Only she knew that that was what she was imagining as she watched Becky being caned, of course.*Mrs Summers saw that Janet was holding her bottom and decided to have some fun, bearing in mind this was clearly one of the adult students. Once Janet had signed the form, Mrs Summers looked at her and asked, ?Thank you again for being a witness. Were you caned when at school??*Janet wasn?t sure she could handle a conversation like this, but, again, she was the headmistress, Mersin Escort Bayan (http://www.escortbayanmersin.org) and so she replied, ?No, headmistress, I wasn?t.? Then, not knowing why she added the comment, but she did, she said, ?I must say, I did wonder what it was like to be caned.? Straight after that, she stuttered, ?I mean, erm, not that, but erm, of course, I didn?t mean, erm,? and then her voice trailed off.*Mrs Summers smiled and replied, ?Don?t worry, you?re not the first person your age to have those thoughts. Have you had them for long??*Janet always had trouble dealing with authoritative women, and none she knew were as authoritative as Mrs Summers. So, she couldn?t lie and replied, ?Actually I have, headmistress, since I left school and realised it was too late to get the cane.?*Mrs Summers was still having fun but looked seriously at Janet and said, ?Actually, it?s never too late. There?s no one else here at the school right now, and I?m in no rush to get away, so if I were to give you the choice of six, twelve or eighteen strokes, which would you choose??*This was exactly the question she had pictured herself being asked so many times as she looked at herself in the mirror wearing her school dress, and then she always answered eighteen, and so still feeling so submissive to the authoritative Mrs Summers replied, ?Eighteen strokes, headmistress.?**She realised she had made it sound like a question rather than a statement, and again, Janet stuttered trying to withdraw the answer but failed. What was she doing, she asked herself with a pained look on her face. How stupid was she going to be today?*Mrs Summers saw the look on Janet?s face and the questioning tone, and asked, ?I can understand why eighteen strokes is a lot, but what if I gave you a bare bottom spanking and then twelve strokes? Would that give you the experience that you have craved for all these years??*Janet knew the answer was, ?Yes,? but that she mustn?t say that and fought hard to withdraw every statement she had just made. However, her resistance wavered and then completely fell away as she felt the quivers flying around her vagina, and she replied, ?Yes, please, headmistress.?*Mrs Summers smiled again as she took from the pad on her desk a fresh page which Janet saw was also headed, ?Punishment Log.? As she watched Mrs Summers put that on her desk she heard the question, ?So what is your name, please??*Janet saw that Mrs Summers had taken her answers seriously. To be fair, though, Janet also knew that this was exactly what she wanted to happen, at least she had imagined it happening to her for so many years. It would be silly to refuse now as she could experience what she wanted to experience, and so replied, ?Janet Lewis, headmistress.?*Janet watched as Mrs Summers wrote out her name at the top of the form, and then entered into Escort Mersin (http://www.escortbayanmersin.org) an empty box, ?Bare bottom spanking and twelve strokes of the cane.?*Janet winced because she knew that, if she was going to be spanked and then given so many strokes of the cane, it really was going to hurt. Would she be able to stop it once it started, she wondered but was too anxious to even ask that.*Mrs Summers could see the worry on Janet?s face and, answering the unasked question, explained, ?Make no mistake, Janet, when I spank you, it will hurt, but nowhere near as much as it will hurt when I then give you twelve strokes of the cane. I would?ve made it six, but you are an adult, and everything should be taken in proportion. So, get ready to suffer more pain than I suspect you have ever suffered to date, and certainly not in a school environment.?**Mrs Summers waited a moment and then added, ?Janet, you are about to receive what lots of girls get when they come into my study, and afterwards walk out with tears running down their faces, and, more often than not, rubbing their stinging bottoms. However, they do get the punishment they deserve. You are slightly different in that you will get the punishment that you want, but there isn?t so much difference.?*Janet realised that she wasn?t being asked to reconsider or to confirm anything, but it was being taken for granted that, because the punishment had been offered and she so clearly accepted it, she was going to go through with it. However, Janet also realised that she was up for this, and asked, ?Shall I take my knickers off, headmistress??*Mrs Summers instructed, ?Please do, Janet, and hold your dress up above your waist and go and stand by that high-backed chair.?*Janet wasn?t surprised that she was being so obedient, even though Mrs Summers could only have been a few years older than herself. However, Janet was telling herself that she wanted it to happen so she could, at long last, understand what being both spanked and caned felt like. After all, she had never even been spanked before now, so she was going to experience both types of punishment together.*Janet was facing away from Mrs Summers as she walked to the high-backed chair but even smiled to herself at that last thought because she was still friendly with two girls she had first met when they were all in the sixth form together, and both of them had been caned. They said how much the cane hurt and constantly called Janet a goody-goody girl for escaping being caned. So, she was really happy that the next time they met up she could say what had now happened to her.**Janet lifted the hem of her school dress to above her waist, and, holding the hem there, she eased her fingers inside the elastic of her school regulation knickers and pushed them down towards the floor, stepping out of them, scooping them up, and, just as she noticed where Becky?s knickers were, she placed them on the same nearby chair. Right then she felt as naughty as she reckoned that Becky would have felt when standing back up, naked below the waist, her pussy hair mound embarrassingly on show, and ready to be punished by the headmistress.*