Chapter 2. Two schoolgirls punished
Detective Inspector Karen Smethers enjoyed work especially now she was assigned
to undercover work with the vice squad. Working on the corruption behind the S&M
and BDSM scenes suited her very well indeed.
Even from childhood she had been a big girl, larger than all her class mates
including the boys. Now she was a striking figure standing 5ft 11" in her
stocking feet and with a large frame and powerful physique to match. At school,
her authoritative ways made her an obvious choice for a prefect and then head
girl and it was during her term as head girl she had her first spanking
experience.
Wisps of grey smoke drifted gently above one of the toilet stalls. Being tall
Karen only had to stand on tip toe to peer over and catch the two girls smoking.
As this was considered a grave offense, Karen was about to haul them to the
headmistress when one of the girls pleaded for Karen to punish her. "Please
Karen, don't send us to Miss Pritchard. She said last time she would stop us
going on the school skiing trip if we got into trouble again."
"My mother will kill me if I get banned as she had enough trouble saving the
money for me to go," said the other.
"Well what do you expect me to do?" enquired Karen, "It's Miss Pritchard's job
to deal out the punishments and you both have received the strap already."
"Couldn't you .......?" tentatively asked Angela, the ringleader of the two.
"What and risk my position as head girl? For two little snots like you who are
always getting themselves in trouble? You must be joking." Never-the-less
something stirred inside Karen like it had when she had previously taken Angela
to the head and had subsequently witnessed her receiving four strokes of the
tawse on her knicker covered bottom. For some time afterwards she fantasized
while masturbating that she was applying the tawse and the bottom was bare.
Angela quickly noticed Karen's slight hesitation and repeated "Couldn't you
.......? We wouldn't tell, would we Jane?" Jane nodded in agreement but wasn't
as sure as Angela. She knew Karen was a powerful girl and remembered what she
was like on the sports field.
"I don't know why I should do this just to save you but I know it would hurt
your mum, Jane, if after all she had done, you didn't go skiing. But because of
the risk I am taking you will have to agree to come to my flat after school and
take your punishment there. And I can tell you now, your bums will be very sore
afterwards. And if there is any come-back from you afterwards, then be sure I
will exact a revenge you won't like."
Karen had a 'granny flat' in the basement of her parents house. It was a self
contained unit with its own entrance from the outside and internally connected
to the main house but isolated from the main rooms by a stairway, the garage and
a utility room. When grandma had died Karen took over the flat. She still ate
with her parents but when she wanted she could lock the door and live her own
life. It gave her a great feeling of independence and could invite friends
around without disturbing her parents.
Angela and Jane arrived as agreed. They all knew she had missed her chance to
take them to Miss Pritchard. "We don't really have to go," Angela said to Jane.
"You know how she'll make our life hell though," Jane answered as they debated
whether or not to go. It was only the realisation that Karen would find a way to
punish them worse if they didn't go that they decided to take her punishment.
The big, dominant girl would surely find a way to make it worse for him.
In the hours after catching the girls, Karen had thought about how to punish
them, if they came. It would have been easy had their been only one but with
two, the second would have to witness the first and could try and interfere
unless she was prevented from doing so.
"Come in girls," Karen greeted them, "Take off your coats and skirts." When they
hesitated she bluntly told them to get a move on otherwise it would be worse for
them. Having got them to remove the required clothing she led them to the large
antique dining table inherited from her grandmother. "One of you stand at each
end," she ordered and when they complied, had them bend over and grip each
other's wrists. Quickly she tied them with school scarves. Angela tried to
protest but was quickly silenced by a sharp, "I'll gag you as well if you keep
that up! I'm not going to have the pair of you trying to run away once you start
to feel the pain."
Further protests came when Karen sharply pulled down Angela's knickers and then
tied her ankles to the table legs. Repeating the operation with Jane, both girls
knew they were totally helpless. Angela kept voicing her protests at the
indecency until silenced by a headscarf gag.
"I'll hand warm your bum first Angie, then Jane and then I'll do the real
punishment smacks on each of you with my belt." Without further ado, Karen
started smacking Angela's bare arse. She laid on twenty hard ones before giving
Jane's the same treatment. Jane cried out but was able to control herself so the
noise wasn't loud enough for her to need gagging. Both girls now had rosy red
rears.
"Miss Pritchard would have used a tawse but I will have to make do with a belt,"
Karen informed them. She produced a wide leather belt which formed part of her
cowgirl outfit for country and western evenings. "I'll give you each four
stripes in turn until you've had a dozen."
"No, please Karen, we can't take that many. Our bums are sore enough now. Miss
Pritchard wouldn't......" Another scarf silenced Jane's pleading.
"A dozen strokes I would have thought was a small price to pay to avoid a two
week long expulsion, missing your exams and losing out on the school trip. I any
case whether or not it is a small price, that is what you are getting and you
can do nothing about it."
Jane screamed into her gag when the belt struck and curled its way over her bum
cheeks with a resounding 'TWACK!!' By the fourth her tears were pooling on the
table top and her arse showed bright red stripes across both cheeks. Karen felt
herself on a sexual high and becoming very wet between her legs.
Angela's slightly wider arse perhaps took the punishment a little better but
before four strokes were completed, the table under her face was wet with tears.
Both girls thought they could not possibly withstand a further eight blows with
the belt but were powerless to prevent them or even to plead for mercy.
Karen felt Jane's fiery bottom before laying on the next four. Jane bucked and
twisted as far as her bonds allowed but there was no reprieve. The wicked belt
came inexorably down leaving its wide trail of pain. Soon both girls had their
eighth stroke and were now sobbing uncontrollably. Karen might have let them off
the final four had not she been nearing a climax. As it was she quickly returned
to Jane and vigorously laid the belt across her blistered flesh. Walking round
to Angela she could feel wetness flowing down her thighs and after the second
stroke she came with a massive orgasm. The final two strokes to Angela's arse
were almost a formality.
Immediately Karen began to regret what she had done but didn't yet wish to
release the two girls. Instead she went to the bathroom, wiped herself and
brought out two flannels soaked in cold water. These she placed over the
blistered rears. Twice she replaced them and after a quarter of an hour
carefully applied some salve. Again she left it for some minutes before
ungagging and releasing her victims. Having been warned against verbal abuse,
both girls were very subdued. Karen told them they could stay as long as they
wanted to recover and indeed it was nearly an hour before they could walk
reasonably well.
That night Karen tried to examine her feelings and why she had climaxed so
heavily whilst administering pain. She considered herself some kind of pervert
and tried to avoid situations where she might repeat the events and it wasn't
until she was at university she once again explored her perchance for inflicting
pain.
