Chapter 1

 

The Convent School of St Catherine The Brave stood in large, secluded grounds. A day school with a small boarding house attached for those pupils whose parents lived abroad, the school provided a strict, Christian education for pupils aged 13 to 18 years of age. So read the prospectus. The registration form also required parents to consent to the physical chastisement of their offspring should they be unruly or break any of the numerous school rules that could be identified with physical punishment.

Jasmine Brown, Sam Delaney and Tracy Carver had all joined the sixth form of St Catherine's when they were eighteen. They had sat through the start of year lecture given by the headmaster, William Brayker, and had been foolish enough to attract his immediate attention by chewing gum in the assembly.

After that assembly they had been summonsed to his study and given a severe dressing down though they had not been punished on the spot. From that moment onwards, the three young girls were watched like hawks by the evil head of the school, a wily man who had long since learned the art of patience, knowing one day each of the girls would slip up and become his victim. He also knew that once he had them in his sights and they had been punished according to the rules that Matron delivered the first round of corporal punishment, he could use practically any pretence once they reached the age of eighteen to punish them as adults. Oh that wonderful age of eighteen! The young, firm bodies that were available to him once they reached the sixth form made Brayker squirm with pleasure each morning as he looked out over the assembled gathering of young ladies.

Because of her gum chewing on the first assembly, Jasmine Brown became one of the first of the young ladies Brayker was watching. She was also to be the first of the three girls to feel the full force of the school's discipline but Brayker had no cause to punish her until her second week at St Catherine's.

She broke one of the more serious rules and again found herself standing before the headmaster's desk after morning assembly.

"You are a wilful little girl," Brayker said as she quivered nervously before him. "You know you are not allowed to leave the school grounds during the day. That rule is there for your own safety. Now, I have talked to your father and made my intentions clear and he has agreed that you need to be disciplined."

"Yes, sir," Jasmine replied fearfully. At eighteen she had already received discipline from her father before.

"As required by the rules, I am calling Matron in to assist me with your punishment." Brayker shuffled uneasily in his seat while he waited for the sour-faced Matron to arrive. When she arrived, she smiled thinly at the now-sobbing child.

"Don't worry dear. You'll be able to sit down in a day or so," she smiled again.

"Now, Miss Brown, you will receive six strokes of the cane across your backside. AS this is your first punishment these will be delivered by Matron and you will be allowed to wear your skirt. First though, Matron will ensure you are not wearing any padding."

Padding, thought Jasmine. The idea had never occurred to her and now she knew any punishment would include a body search she decided it was one option to discard for all time.

"Right, headmaster, she is ready." Matron said.

"Good. Right Miss Brown, you will lean over my desk with your hands out in front of you. Make sure your tummy touches the desk and stand with your legs together. I will hold your hands while Matron delivers the cane."

And that was what happened. Jasmine Brown leaned over the desk and in a moment her hands were being held firmly by the headmaster. She felt the cane as it rested across her sweet, virgin, covered buttocks, a moment before the awesome sting of the thin wood flashed through her body as the first stroke bit into her tender flesh.

"Argggghhhhhh!" Jasmine cried out and struggled with her captor, but the headmaster was far too strong for her and held her in place. The cane was tapping her ass again and in a moment the swishing sound was terminated by another solid crack of wood on female miscreant's backside and an almost instantaneous howl from the recipient. Jasmine was sobbing now. She had never expected the strokes to be so severe, though there had been rumours going round the school that in past years girls had actually fainted from the pain.

Swish! The cane was descending again and Jasmine visibly flinched as the thin cane created a third stripe under her school uniform.

"Yeeeoooow!" She howled and instinctively tried to straighten up as a prelude to running away. Her bottom was on fire now beneath her knickers and skirt and Jasmine vowed then and there that she would be more mindful of the rules in future.

"Yooowwwwww!" She screamed again as the next stroke added a fourth stripe to her now burning buttocks.

She howled again each time when Matron delivered the final strokes of the cane.

"Stand up and thank Matron for chastising you," said Brayker.

"Thh...thhh...thank you Matron," sobbed the young Jasmine Brown as she reached behind her back to rub her sore ass.

"Perhaps you will learn a valuable lesson today," said Brayker. "Now, you have French so hurry along or you will be late for it."

Jasmine Brown turned and sobbed her way out of the study. She howled again when she was made to sit on the plain wooden chair in her French class. Her classmates smirked and laughed secretly throughout the lesson.

From that day, Jasmine Brown knew she was being watched closely, though she had no idea that Brayker targeted a few girls each year, targeted and watched them, waiting until they broke the rules for a second time so he could punish them as adults. In that first punishment, Jasmine Brown became a target and, in the evil Brayker's mind, she would be well worth waiting for.

The next week, Sam Delaney was the next to be caught transgressing the rules and she was duly summoned to the headmaster's study after morning assembly. She'd been reported by no less than three teachers for continually talking to her friends during lessons.

"Good morning, Miss Delaney," said Brayker when she stood before his desk. "I have in front of me three reports of you continually talking to your friends in class. You know that such is a great distraction both to the pupils who want to learn at this school and also to the teachers. I have been asked to imprint on your mind once and for ever that it is wrong to talk in class unless you are specifically being talked to by a teacher."

"Yes sir," said Miss Delaney. She was already a pretty young girl and developing into a young woman. She too had become an instant target for Brayker following that fateful first assembly.

Brayker already had his targets in the final year, including the three young women in the sixth form who were already experiencing his adult approach to punishment. For now though, as his cock twitched with the excitement of what was to come later that morning, he summoned the Matron to help him administer punishment to the young miscreant, Delaney.

A few minutes later, Delaney was stretched over the oak desk of the headmaster and she too felt the full force of the cane as Matron applied it to her covered buttocks. As with Miss Brown, she howled as each stroke landed and when her punishment was over, she stood up and rubbed her sore buttocks gingerly, was obligated to thank Matron for punishing her and then hobbled off to her lessons. As with Jasmine Brown she found the day a painful one and she too suffered the knowing smirks from her peer group as they thanked God quietly that they had not yet fallen foul of the headmaster and his litany of rules. All, that was, except for Jasmine Brown. In the break she sidled up to the sad-faced Sam Delaney and put an arm on her shoulder.

"Don't worry," she said, "it'll ease off in a few hours. In a day or so you'll be back to normal. I'm Jasmine, by the way, or Jas to my friends. I got caned a week ago and I'm fine now."

"Cheers," said Delaney. "I'm Sam, guess we could form some sort of club - call it The Punished or something and see who else gets to join us."

"That's not a bad idea. Here look, you need to go and wash your face, the tears have streaked your cheeks."

"Thanks. Already washed it between the lessons but I'll need to do it again. Trouble is every time I sit down I get this burning pain that makes me cry."

"Yeah, I know, but it will ease off."

"Yeah, just in time for my Dad to bring it back to full heat." Delaney looked even more glum at the thought.

"What do you mean?" Jasmine put her arm around Sam's shoulders again.

"He always promised me that whatever punishment I got at school, he'd match it when I get home."

"Man, that's not fair."

"I know, but he seems to think he has to play a part in my discipline. So I'm gonna get another belting when I get home. It won't be the first time and I doubt it will be the last. I guess I'm just born to be punished. I always seem to cop it for something or other, but this morning's caning was by far the most painful session to date." Delaney straightened up and tried to rub her buttocks with her free hand. "Ouch, God they hurt," was her immediate reaction.

"Yes, that sour-faced cow has a pretty strong arm and, what with the whip action of the cane, it really does make an impression. Say, you know, being born to be punished - I reckon you might be right on that. My Dad smacks me when I play up, nothing really hard but it brings me up short. It's more effective than being banished to my bedroom without any TV." Jasmine tried a watery smile but neither girl was feeling in the mood for smiling.

"Oh, I get that after the beating. I guess he'll use his belt tonight, when he knows why I got into trouble. The belt's the worst. He bends me over his knee after he's made me take my skirt off. I still wear panties so it's all very proper, but then, he slides his belt off, doubles it and holds the open ends together. Then he just rains down a load of strokes all on top of my poor bottom. When he's finished I have to go to my bedroom and write a letter of apology and then bring it back down to him. After that I get cuddled and told to go back to my room and I'm not allowed to watch TV that evening. That's okay because normally I'm in so much pain I couldn't watch it through the tears anyway."

"Shit, that's awful."

"Yeah, but it's always been like that."

"Doesn't mean it's right." Jasmine pulled her arm off Delaney's shoulder.

"No, but I guess it's kept me on the straight and narrow. Hey, look, she's gonna cop it in a minute." Sam Delaney pointed to another of their classmates.

Tracy Carver was the third of the girls who'd been brought up short on the first day of the first term for chewing gum. As Sam pointed in her direction, Tracy could be seen pushing another of the young ladies to the ground. Actually, pushing is a polite term for what was really happening. A cat fight between Tracy and one of the others had broken out over some argument or other and Tracy actually took a swing with a closed fist at the other girl's stomach. The force of the impact knocked the other girl to the ground, winded.

The teacher on duty in the playground blew her whistle and started walking in the direction of the two girls. Most of the youngsters in her path shrank back in silence but Tracy was either determined to finish off the fight or was oblivious to the teacher's approach. With the other girl on the ground, clutching her stomach and gasping for air, Tracy drew back her arm for a second punch. At its farthest withdrawal Tracy felt the teacher's strong hand grab her wrist.

"Let me go, you're fucking hurting me," she swore and immediately regretted it.

"Miss Carver, that language is not acceptable and neither are your actions. For your actions I was going to warn you, but as you swore at me you will come with me NOW to the headmaster's office."

With that, Tracy Carver was half-dragged off to the administration section of the school and her first meeting with Brayker since that first day at the school.

As she was dragged away from the playground, play resumed but with muted voices. After a few minutes the duty teacher returned and then, a minute later a loud howl could be heard coming from the direction of the administration section of the school. The howl was repeated ten times at regular intervals over the next five minutes. Each of the young ladies in the playground stood in almost total silence waiting for the next howl, only to flinch when they heard it.

Ten minutes after the final howl had passed over the playground, Tracy Carver, tears streaming down her cheeks, hobbled back to the playground. She was walking very awkwardly.

"That fucking bastard," she whispered to Jasmine who went over to comfort her, "is going to get her fucking comeuppance one of these days. That was ten fucking strokes and the fucking asshole of a headmaster who held me down over his fucking desk is going to get his fucking desserts too."

"Shh!" Whispered Jasmine. "Don't swear, you might get heard and taken back."

"I don't fucking care who hears me. That fucking bitch of a Matron is going to fucking DIE!" Tracy was fuming mad and at the same time in a great deal of pain.

Jasmine saw the trouble as it approached the playground in the form of Matron herself.

"Why don't you say that a little bit louder, just so the upper sixth form can hear you too, because they are sure going to hear you scream with agony in a few minutes, young lady."

"You're not fucking touching me again."

"We have our rules and as you swore and continue to swear you deserve to receive corporal punishment. Now, come with me and we will see what the headmaster has to say about this."

"Not fucking likely. You can go shove your school up your arse. It's big enough so you shouldn't have any problems. I'm leaving."

Tracy started to walk away from Matron and head for the school gates. "And I'm not fucking coming back again." She yelled over her shoulders. It was ten seconds before the somewhat overweight Matron managed to catch up with Tracy at the locked school gates. Then, with her arm twisted behind her back, Tracy Carver was frog-marched back to the headmaster's office.

Matron knocked on the door and half-pushed Carver inside.

"I'm afraid this young lady has not learned her lesson, headmaster," Matron began. "She returned to the playground, threatened to kill me and you and spent every other word using the most foul language I have heard come out of the mouth of one so young."

"I see, and what do you have to say Miss, err, Carver?" said Brayker.

"Go fuck yourself. You lay one more fucking finger on me and I will kill you, I swear. I'm leaving this shit hole of a school and I'm not coming back. Now, get my father on the phone to come and get me."

"Certainly I will call your father and see what he has to say."

Brayker opened a filing cabinet and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He flicked through them until he located Tracy Carver's details. Then he picked up the phone and dialled a number.

"Mr Carver, oh hello, this is St Catherine's here. I'm afraid we have a problem with your daughter, Tracy. She was caught punching another girl to the ground at playtime and has already received a caning for that in line with school guidelines." There was a slight pause. "Yes, ten strokes across her skirt. Now she has spent the last ten minutes swearing and threatening to kill members of staff and using very foul language and now she says she wants to leave the school and would you come and pick her up." Another pause for several seconds during which Tracy snarled at Matron. "Yes sir, I will pass the message on and we will administer the twenty strokes you suggest. I just did not wish to re-punish the young lady without your approval. Good bye sir."

Brayker replaced the phone and turned round to face Tracy Carver.

"Your father..."

"Yes I heard. He can go fuck himself too."

"Well, that is for you to deal with when you get home, though he does plan to administer some punishment of his own this evening on account of your actions causing him to be disturbed in a very important meeting. Now, we have the matter of the twenty strokes to administer, Matron."

"It will be a pleasure, headmaster. May I suggest we tie her over a chair as it will be less arduous for you not having to hold her."

"Yes, yes, quite a good idea." Brayker felt his cock twitch. "Actually, her father suggested we did it on bare flesh this time as that is how he always punishes his daughter."

"What about the school policy and guidelines, headmaster?"

"Those are for when we act on our own initiative. In this case we have parental consent and our victim is over eighteen years of age, so I think we should follow Mr Carver's instructions, Matron."

"Very well, headmaster. Right young lady, bend over the back of this chair."