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A cold sun rose on a drizzly October day at Honeysuckle School for Girls. Slowly a crisp autumn wind picked up and whistled through the empty branches of a birch tree on the grounds of the boarding school as dark clouds scudded by in the sky. Inside the imposing red brick building the students moved between classes, a tide of laughing, squealing girls who moved swiftly, not wanting to be late for their next lesson for fear of getting on Headmistress Prickle's wrong side. The late bell rang out its shrill alarm as the clock turned 10:30 and the last few stragglers resignedly entered their classrooms and took their seats. The hallways were silent as one girl crept towards the staircase, towards the dormitories.

Sophie Elisabeth carefully trod as she made her way upstairs to her room, making sure to stick to the quieter corridors which were generally unused while students were in lessons. Upon reaching her dorm she dropped her text books and bag on her friend Molly's bed before jumping into hers and climbing under the covers, she had been planning to skip Chemistry all week, instead treating herself to a secret hour of pleasure. She glanced one more time at the door, which regrettably did not have a lock, before reaching down to pull her regulation red plaid skirt up so her white cotton panties (also regulation) were on show. She gently rubbed her inner thighs, teasing herself and imagining that the caress was a nameless, faceless stranger's, before slipping her thumbs into the hem of the panties. She slipped the flimsy cotton triangle over her shaven pussy slowly, eagerly anticipating the pleasure that she was about to feel. She shivered as the cool air of the dorm room danced across her bare skin, the feeling of sheer disobedience was enough to excite her; the door which could burst open at any second added to the tension she felt in her stomach and encouraged her to push the boundaries of the school rules which were strictly enforced: No skiving lessons. No masturbation. The intense pleasure of orgasm, she felt, entirely vindicated her blatant disregard for the school rules.

Once her panties reached her ankles she kicked them off, letting them fall somewhere beside her bed, and lay back, closing her eyes. Slowly she slid one hand down to her shaven slit, gently stroking it at first, touching the delicate skin of her inner thighs and stroking her moist lips before moving her hand to give her clitoris some much needed attention. She imagined her touch was a man's; he was faceless, a being invented to be entirely focused on her sexual gratification. Her fingers became his as they slid into her tight pussy; they worked in and out as she imagined him kissing her neck. As she came closer to the brink that she had awkwardly been waiting to cross all morning, she began using her thumb to caress her clit. The combination of pent up arousal and the idea of breaking the rules by achieving such pleasure caused her to produce a primal groan as she reached the peak of her orgasm. She barely registered through the waves of pleasure that the door had opened and a dark figure had stepped into the room. She twitched and moaned as the satisfaction of her climax wore away and sighed as she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds to register that she was not alone. Sophie inwardly balked as she realised that Headmistress Prickle was stood at the door, one dark eyebrow raised, one hand placed firmly on a jutting hip, watching as the girl struggled to find her panties.

'M-Mistress!' Sophie choked; the dark figure was a sign of imminent danger; she was only rarely seen in the main school building, and when she did appear it was to punish a student for some misdemeanour.

'Sophie Elisabeth...' Mistress Prickle growled, 'When Mr Oakes reported that you were not in Chemistry I took it upon myself to find out why you were absent. I checked with the school nurse, as illness is normally the most likely reason a girl isn't attending class. Instead I find you breaking not one, but two school rules.' Sophie ashamedly lowered her gaze; the idea of being caught was one thing, but in reality the situation was a lot less inviting.

'Get up, young lady, and follow me.' Mistress left the room and swept down the corridor. Sophie struggled to get her skirt on before leaving the dorm but Mistress turned and shouted 'Leave the skirt, just come with me!'

Sophie blushed as she left the room; it was break time now, she could hear the student body in the main foyer where they socialised between classes. She was very aware of her pink, bare legs as she jogged after Mistress Prickle. She was being led to the Headmistress's office on the ground floor, and to get there they would have to pass the girls who were on break. She tried to cover her white knickers with her jumper, but it was not enough. As they descended the staircase leading to the ground floor many of the girls looked round in curiosity; the headmistress's appearance suggested a girl was about to be soundly punished. A few girls giggled loudly as they saw Sophie awkwardly running behind Mistress Prickle in her school jumper, knickers, socks and shoes and she lowered her gaze in humiliation. She had seen many girls being escorted to a punishment before, but had never been in their place. She had often laughed at them as they were led to Mistress's room but now there was no humour as she entered the dark office. A dozen different sized paddles and canes hung on the wall behind a solid oak desk. Sophie's stomach churned with fear. Mistress Prickle turned to face her and fixed Sophie with a sharp look. Mistress was not one for euphemisms; she often spared long winded diatribes for short, succinct lectures.

'Masturbation is strictly forbidden at this school, Miss Elisabeth,' she began, 'As is intentionally missing lessons.'

'I'm very sorry, Mistress,' Sophie stuttered.

'As you have broken two school rules you will be severely punished. Bend over my desk.'

Sophie slowly obeyed; she placed herself over Mistress's desk but was shortly reprimanded for not having bent over far enough. She lowered her chin to the cold wood and her eyes fell on the open punishment log, she could just make out upside down the name of a girl followed by the details of her punishment, "York, Cathy - 25 strokes with cane - 10 minutes in corner, hands on head." Sophie's stomach clenched in dread; not only would she be spanked, but she would most likely have corner time too! In her peripheral vision she saw Mistress Prickle open a drawer and pull out a leather tawse. The strip was ten inches long and four inches wide- it looked monstrous.

Mistress Prickle placed the tawse on the desk in front of Sophie before disappearing behind the shivering girl. She gasped in shock as she felt Mistress' fingers in the hem of her panties; they were pulled to her ankles in a swift movement which left the girl shivering in embarrassment as well as fear. She barely registered as Mistress picked up the tawse and took up her place to her left. Sophie had never been punished at school before; she had seen the effects of spankings on other girls in her dorm; her friend Lisa had recently been paddled for not wearing a full regulation uniform- her bottom positively glowed after Mistress was done with her! At the time the idea of a spanking seemed distant and unreal and that night, imagining Lisa's pink backside, Sophie had brought herself to a shuddering orgasm. Now, bending over Mistress's desk Sophie felt a mixture of shame and arousal that she hadn't expected while being on show for her Headmistress.

'You will receive 20 spanks for intentionally missing your lesson and 30 for the act of self abuse which you wrongfully committed in your dorm.'

50 spanks! Sophie's knees almost buckled at the thought, but she knew if she avoided the punishment she would receive more. She was barely prepared as the first stroke landed on her pert buttocks. She squealed and shuffled her feet as the next stroke struck in the same place. Mistress was a stolid disciplinarian and the flow of spanks did not slow, she varied the position of the tawse, sometimes aiming for the middle of the rosy cheeks, sometimes smacking the tender area where the buttocks meet the thigh. Sophie barely made it to ten without crying out loud. She was sure anyone outside would hear her punishment. Tears slid down Sophie's face as Mistress reached 20 strokes. Suddenly the onslaught stopped; Sophie was sure that hadn't been 50, but she had lost count some time ago. She attempted to stand up and rub her stinging bottom but Mistress pushed her back down by the shoulders.

'For the next 30 strokes you will keep your legs spread open, and will count every spank.'

This was not a request, but an order. Sophie, cheeks flushing, opened her legs a few inches, but Mistress smacked her thigh, snapping, 'Wider!'

She placed her legs over a foot apart, shamed that her Headmistress was seeing her most private parts, which were still moist from her moments of pleasure which now seemed a lifetime ago. Without warning the tawse landed on her tender bottom again.

'O-one...' Sophie counted.

SNAP!

'Two!' She wailed, clutching the desk in pain. Her voice trembled and cracked as the tawse landed again and again, stinging her red cheeks. Twice the edge of the tawse caught Sophie's vulva, spreading a hot sting over her privates which then turned to a dull throbbing. Between Mistress's spanks and Sophie's stammered counting she became aware that the wetness between her legs was increasing, she closed her eyes as she felt a drop run down her thigh. After the last stroke Sophie stayed in place for fear of receiving more spanks on her tender bottom. Placing the tawse down and moving to sit at her desk Mistress began lecturing her again.

'Your behaviour is just not acceptable at this school, Miss Elisabeth; masturbation is a strictly prohibited act and as you skipped a lesson to commit it I feel I must extend the normal corner time to one hour so I've made sure you learn never to perform such a sinful act again. Go and stand over there,' she gestured to a spot on the floor opposite her desk, Sophie gingerly followed the instructions, trying to squeeze the sting from her bottom as she walked.

'Put your hands on your head immediately, you may not touch your bottom for the duration of the corner time!'

Sophie obeyed, and her cheeks blushed even redder as she felt a cold breeze flow across her bare skin. And so Sophie began the extended corner time, her legs trembling slightly as she waited to pull up her panties and restore her dignity.