From: arcane@nwiowa.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: A Proper Retribution Date: 9 Apr 1995 23:16:23 GMT A Proper Retribution Simon St. Clair walked into his house. He immediately knew something was wrong because Amanda, his daughter, was not sitting in the den watching Benny Hill. He paused to listen. Ah, there she was, sobbing up in her room. Must have had a run-in with some corrective measures at school. It was not a common occurrence, but it did happen once or twice during the school year. He mounted the stairs. He knew that she would be listening for the steps. The rule of the house was that he would inspect the damage and once she had recovered somewhat, he would administer a second dose with his slipper. Amanda was laying upon her bed, sobbing into her pillow. As per the norm, her backside was covered with a sheet. He stepped in and lifted the sheet. He hissed in shock when he saw the extensive damage done to her poor bum. "What on Earth did you do to deserve this, young miss?" "Nothing," she sobbed out. "Nothing, indeed. When this heals up, I'll use the cane on you instead of my slipper for lying to me!" "But daddy, I really didn't do anything!" "Well, let's have it then." The sordid story came out. During Media class, a most proper class in Simon's opinion (being a reporter himself), Amanda and a number of other girls were sent to the headmistresses office. It seems that one of the girls had deliberately poured water into a camcorder in order to avoid showing the teacher that nothing of substance had been accomplished during the entire class (wasting of one's time brought a stiff caning from the headmistress). The teacher, who had been absent for a few minutes, returned to find the sorry device smoking and spitting sparks. She had been furious. She, of course, didn't believe the story of an accident and no one would own up to the vandalism, so the entire class was marched down to Miss Wincott's office. Simon thought often of Miss Wincott, though not in any manner that he would describe to his daughter. Miss Wincott was rather young to be a headmistress of such a prominent school, but her credentials were impeccable. She was a very lovely and single woman in her early thirties. Simon had often had a few dreams about her that were certainly no business of his daughter's. Miss Wincott had informed the class that if no one owned up to the crime, the entire class would suffer the same punishment as if all were guilty. Of course, there was immediate finger pointing, but not to any one person. Miss Wincott let it go on for a minute, then announced that each young lady would receive a good dose of the cane for this. Amanda, silent until then, produced a tape from her own camcorder that, she smugly told Miss Wincott, would show who the real culprit was. Miss Wincott, unaccustomed to having her punishment sessions interrupted with last minute appeals, was furious that Amanda had not offered this evidence before. She grabbed the tape and threw it in the refuse can. "I've made a decision already. Since you didn't think it proper to offer this evidence before, I am not going to accept it now. All of you will receive a thorough thrashing, plus a penalty for Amanda's hesitation in showing me this 'new evidence.' When I'm through, you'll all realize what the proper procedure should have been. I don't really care who did the deed now. Each of you will pay the penalty for the damage." With that, all ten girls were sent out to the secretary's office and called in one at a time. Each girl heard the crack of the cane and the cries of the victim through even that thick door. Each time the door opened, a sobbing girl exited and had to stand facing the wall with skirt pulled up and panties down to show the others the punishment for misdeeds in this school. Many of the girls were sobbing before they were even called. Amanda had went last because her name was last alphabetically. Miss Wincott forced her to bend over the desk while the secretary held her in position. Once in that defenseless pose, Miss Wincott pinned up her skirt and lowered her panties to her knees. Miss Wincott, despite having given nine previous thrashings, wasn't tired in the least. Twenty-four fiery blows were given to each girl. Sixteen for the destruction of such an expensive piece of school equipment and eight extra for Amanda's reluctance in immediately bringing forth the evidence. Amanda was screaming in pain before three had landed. Miss Wincott had decided that the punishments should be the worst ever doled out. She took three steps back and struck with full-bodied strokes. In the end, every girl's bum looked exactly like they had been given about three hundred normal strikes with the cane. Many of the girls had slight lacerations where the cane had struck a previous welt with great force. Simon got on the line and called the other parents. Each of them expressed outrage, all except Carver McShane. McShane's daughter had been the one who had actually done the damage to the device. McShane informed Simon that as soon as Claire McShane's bottom was fully healed, she would be receiving the exact same punishment from her father as well. No, McShane didn't think that the punishment of the other girls was merited, but he would make sure that Claire answered for it. Simon felt that Amanda had been wrong in withholding the vital evidence of the incident, but her punishment was hardly in keeping with the crime. He wouldn't have complained if she had received eight to the bare, but the added sixteen was beyond cruelty, particularly in view of the headmistress's possession of the evidence that would have shown the true culprit. If she had received only eight, then a session with the slipper would have followed in a week. Simon couldn't bring himself, however, to dole out a good spanking with the slipper because he felt that Amanda had paid a heavy enough price for her misdeeds. Three of the girls's mothers and another's father agreed to accompany Simon to the school to confront the headmistress about this. Each of them discussed and agreed upon a course of action that would be proper and fitting to the situation Three days later, Miss Wincott agreed to an after-school meeting with the parents. Simon and the others were there promptly at the stated hour. Miss Wincott had the perfect face of a headmistress. The mouth was slightly pinched and the eyes had a quality that could convey warm compassion or cold anger. It was the sort of face that Simon's late wife had. Miss Wincott calmly listened to the complaints. She had been expecting this. She noted that of the few parents that were here, Claire McShane's were not among them. After all of the girls had been thoroughly punished, Miss Wincott had retrieved the tape from the refuse and had played it for herself to see who the real culprit had been. All in all, it was a good piece of spontaneous photography that would have made Amanda's father proud. It was the sort of thing that journalists won prizes for capturing. Of course, Amanda really should have offered the tape earlier, so Miss Wincott felt secure in her decision. Miss Wincott finally spoke as the complaints wound down. "This is all well and good, but since the deed has been done, nothing will be gained by further discussion of the event. Yes, I admit that perhaps I was a bit too harsh in my judgement, but I stand by my decision." The other parents glanced at each other. Here it was, the moment of truth. Were they going to stand by the decision they had made or were they going to let it go? Simon, being the one who had initiated the calls and meetings between the parents had the privilege of saying 'yay' or 'nay.'" Simon stood. He cleared his throat. Each of the other five parents were awaiting his decision on whether to act on their discussions or to just let the matter drop. He gathered up his reserves and spoke directly to Miss Wincott. "We, meaning I and the other parents present, have discussed this situation and feel that some measure of retribution is needed to resolve this situation." Miss Wincott's face immediately shifted from dispassionate understanding to cold indifference. "What exactly do you mean by 'retribution,' Mr. St. Clair? The board of governors for the school has already approved my actions." "Well, I can't speak for their decision, but when we approached Sir John Crowley, the chairman of the board, he voiced no opposition to what we felt was a proper response." Miss Wincott looked at Simon through a sheet of ice. Been talking to Crowley, had they? Crowley was a notorious coward when it came to facing down parents. He had probably agreed to terminate her position at the earliest opportunity. "A 'proper response,' Mr. St. Clair, would be for you to accept my decision without any untoward complaints. I was hired by the board to run this school in a fitting manner and to exact proper retribution from the backsides of erring students. That is exactly what I have done and no amount of blustering can make me regret my decision." Simon smiled in a cold fashion. "I realize that, Miss Wincott. Blustering was not what was discussed, rather say 'blistering.'" Miss Wincott's eyes flew open to their limit. Surely they didn't mean to... They certainly did. Two of the women immediately sprang forward and grabbed Miss Wincott's arms. They were strong women with a good background in holding their wayward children in place for a good caning. Miss Wincott was certainly no different from their errant offspring. Of course Miss Wincott screamed and struggled in good fashion, but the mothers knew their business. Miss Wincott was roughly forced into position over her own desk. The other mother, who had attended this very school when she was a girl, knew exactly where the necessary items were kept. Susan Blake's mother retrieved the pins and the cane from Miss Wincott's cabinet. With the skill of a headmistress, she pinned up Miss Wincott's skirt and lowered the shrieking woman's panties to mid-thigh. Charles Bloom, Janet Bloom's father, had the enormously satisfying task of holding onto Miss Wincott's ankles. From his position on the floor, he got a good view of the bare backside and the furry thatch of hair that belonged to the lovely headmistress. Of course, his enjoyment of the view was considered improper from his perspective, but he could take out his frustrations in bed with his wife when he returned home. Mr. Bloom almost felt sorry for Simon St. Clair. Poor chap had no good woman at home with whom to release the tension after such a riveting sight. "Miss Wincott," Simon began. He deliberately concentrated on the task at hand so as not to embarrass himself in front of the other ladies. "We, the parents of those students wrongly chastised by yourself, feel that you should receive the exact same punishment that you so mercilessly doled out to our undeserving children. Since each of our offspring knew about the tape that Amanda possessed, we have no complaint as to the eight strikes to the bare that each received. The sixteen extra, however, we feel was totally unwarranted. Therefore, we have decided that you shall receive four strikes to the bare for each child that was wrongly punished." Miss Wincott let out a huge shriek. That was four strikes for each of the nine innocent students, thirty-six horrible blows from the cane in all. Simon stepped back and laid the cane across the woman's shapely bottom. He was so absorbed at the sight for a moment that he forgot what he had came here to do. He then recovered himself, particularly when he noticed that Karen Blake, the woman who was pressing down upon Miss Wincott's back, was looking rather humorously at Simon's crotch. Simon felt a flush of embarrassment shoot up through his face and he forced his thoughts back to the task at hand. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Miss Wincott let out an inhuman scream at the strike of that first shot. She surged upward, but Mrs. Blake, who knew her business, quite efficiently held her in place. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Tears flooded Miss Wincott's face. This was intolerable! Never had she felt the sting of the cane in all her years. She had been an honorable student and as such, had never had to be called in once, either by her parents or by the headmistress of her own grammar school. Now she knew exactly what it was that she had been doling out to her students all this time. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Simon already had a thin bead of sweat upon his brow. Partly because of the effort put forth by him into each strike and partly because he was inflamed by the sight of that lovely upturned bottom in front of him. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Miss Wincott begged and pleaded for respite. She was very apologetic for the punishment's she had given to those undeserving students earlier. Whether her assembled tormentors didn't understand her through her sobs or whether they just ignored her was unknown. Now she knew exactly why all of her charges pleaded for mercy. She was damn sure that in the future, she would take some measure of pity upon those who met the sting of her cane. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Mrs. Ashton, from her position of holding down the right arm of Miss Wincott, had an extraordinary view of the proceedings. She felt pity for the poor headmistress. She, herself, had felt the sting of the cane only last night as it was being wielded by her husband. It was an entirely proper punishment for her exceeding the limit of his credit card, but that didn't stop her from bawling and screaming exactly as Miss Wincott was now doing. To make matters worse, Richard, her husband, had caned her on the bare right in front of their daughter. Aimee, later, had come in and comforted her mother because she, too, knew that Richard Ashton could wield a devastating cane. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Marion Riley-Scott, Janice Riley-Scott's mother almost lost her grip on Miss Wincott's left arm. She quickly regained control and the thrashing limb was locked securely in place. She concealed a smile as she saw Simon St. Clair's tented trousers. It was a pity that she hadn't met Mr. St. Clair before she had met her current husband. She could see that the handsome father of Amanda possessed a good long cock. Michael, her husband, was not as well endowed as Marion would have wished. Ah, well, once she and her husband obtained the divorce that was looming on the horizon, perhaps she would approach Mr. St. Clair for a good shafting. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! Miss Wincott received all thirty-six in good measure. Never had she felt such horrible pain. It was doubly painful because she was completely exposed to the attention of Simon St. Clair and Charles Bloom. The only thankful part of the whole humiliating scene was the presence of the three other women. Had it not been for them, the entire sordid affair might have cost Miss Wincott her virtue as well. She sobbed like one of her students as she was led, skirt up and panties down out into her secretary's office. Thank heaven that the school was deserted at this time of day so none of her students could witness her shame. She was forced to face the wall with her bruised and fiery bum jutting outward as Charles Bloom opened the door. Miss Wincott let out a moan of embarrassment as she saw that the entire board of governors was led into the room. Each board member got a good view of Miss Wincott's thoroughly chastised bottom and remarked that the punishment was sufficient. That lecherous bugger, Sir John Crowley, had even had the audacity to run a finger along her screaming bottom. One by one, each member of that horrible group left the office, leaving Miss Wincott bawling alone in the comfort of the solitude of her school. Epilogue One Year Later Amanda St. Clair sat outside the headmistress's office. She knew that she was really in for it now. It had been bad enough that a teacher had caught her cheating, but she had compounded it by uttering a most un-ladylike phrase when told that she would receive a cheater's proper reward. The headmistress called her in. The former Miss Charlotte Wincott (she had gotten married early this school year) looked coldly at Amanda. She lectured the young lady about the evils of cheating and the misuse of proper english. When the lecture was over, Amanda had to assume the position and suffer having her bottom bared for a grueling session with the cane. This time there would be no retribution on the headmistress from her father. Amanda knew that he would be immediately informed and that she would receive another, possibly longer session with the cane in about a week from her father. She gritted her teeth as the headmistress took a position behind and to the side of Amanda. "Now, young lady, you'll receive a very harsh beating from me now. But don't expect any mercy on my part. After all, it wouldn't do to have the entire school thinking that I was too soft on my step-daughter. They'd all expect a measure of sympathy from me if I went easy on you." Mrs. St. Clair smiled as she thought of her husband's upcoming response to this episode when he was informed of this tonight. Oh, yes, Amanda would learn to appreciate the necessity of treading path of honesty when she felt the sting of the cane from her father. Mrs. Charlotte St. Clair just loved her man's skill with that wicked instrument and quickly began formulating some mischief that might bring her under its stinging strikes later this evening. Simon always fucked like a wild man after being forced to punish either Amanda or Charlotte. Oh, yes, tonight would be a regular sex- fest. Charlotte actually drooled in anticipation of both her upcoming punishment and its fantastic aftermath. Oh, well, back to the task at hand. Woosh. CRACK!!!!! And so it began.