First day of term at Grainsby Teacher Training College. All the new intake were assembled in the college hall to hear the address from the college principals, Mr Cartwright-jones and Miss Templeton. Although all part of the same college, males and females were housed in separate buildings. Some sessions were mixed, others were separate. The students ranged in age from nineteen to forty three. The young ones tended to be straight from college or university; the older ones from other careers. After outlining what was expected of them and what they could expect, the students went off to classes.
For the first few weeks, things went along smoothly, although the nine thirty lock-up irked many of the students. They felt that as responsible adults, they should be allowed the freedom to come and go as they pleased. Also the rules that students of the opposite sex were not allowed in each other’s rooms. They were of course, allowed to fraternise in all the common areas and the bar.
One Friday night, after a particularly hard week a group of four students decided to go out for the evening. They headed into town for a meal at one of the pubs. After a very enjoyable evening, they went out to catch the bus back to college. They waited and waited at the bus stop, but no sign of the bus. The next one wasn’t due for another hour, so they decided to walk back. Of course, whichever way they did it, they would be late for lock-up. This involved ringing the bell and the porter would then let them in. After eleven o’clock, you stayed out for the night. It was about ten fifteen when our foursome of Patricia Markham, aged nineteen, Jack Scott, aged twenty, Brian Aldrich, aged twenty four, and Mary Middleton, aged forty, arrived at the college.
“Let’s see if we can find an open window,” suggested Brian.
“Good idea, you two girls stay here,” said Jack.
So Jack and Brian went off round the college buildings to see if there was any hope of sneaking in. The two women waited.
“I wish they’d hurry up, it’s getting cold standing here,” said Mary.
“I know,” replied Pat, stamping her feet. “Oh look, here they come.”
“No luck I’m afraid,” said Jack, shaking his head.
“Looks like we’ll have to ring the bell then,” said Mary.
The four went up to the front door and rang the bell. The door was opened by the porter, who made a note of their names and told them they must report to the principal’s office at nine on Monday morning. Off they went to bed, wondering what would happen. None of them was particularly worried, they just expected a telling off.
So Monday morning, the women reported to Miss Templeton’s office and the men to Mr Cartwright-jones. The men were informed by the secretary that Mr Cartwright –jones had been called away and that they would be dealt with by Mrs Templeton. So they made their way over to the women’s building and went up to the office where they found the two women waiting on chairs outside the office.
“Hello, what are you two doing here?” asked Mary.
“The Guv’nor’s not in so we’ve been sent over to be dealt with by Mrs Templeton, whatever that means,” said Brian.
“It’s all very strange, but we got sent away to put slacks on,” said Pat.
“Oh well, we’ll just have to wait and see,” said Mary.
The two men sat down and waited. After a few minutes, Mrs Templeton’s secretary came out.
“Mrs Templeton will see you now.”
The four trooped in and stood in front of Mrs Templeton’s large mahogany desk. Mrs Templeton was a large formidable woman, one not to be trifled with.
“Well, we have four rule breakers. I presume you have a good excuse for coming in late?”
“We’re very sorry,” volunteered Mary. “The bus didn’t turn up, so we had to walk back.”
“It’s a pity you left it to the last one that got you back on time. It might have been a good idea to catch the one before,” said Mrs Templeton.
“Yes, I suppose it would, We’ll remember that next time,” said Brian.
“I suggest that you do, but it’s the present that we are concerned with, and breaking the rules calls for punishment,” said Mrs Templeton.
“But it’s our first time, we’ll be more careful in future,” protested Pat.
“When you leave here as qualified teachers, you will expect your pupils to obey the rules and you will have to mete out discipline,. This will be good experience for you. I propose to cane all of you.”
“What!” they all gasped.
“You can’t do that, we’re adults,” said an incredulous Mary.
“Quite right, in yours and Mr Aldrich’s case, I cannot insist on it. You other two are still minors in the eyes of the law and so I am empowered to impose loco parentis,” said Miss Templeton.
“Well I for one won’t let you cane me,” said Mary. “I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous.”
“Should you and Mr Aldrich refuse a caning then I am empowered to make you report to the kitchen at seven in the morning for each day of the next three weekends. You will stay in there and be the last to leave in the evening. The choice is yours.”
“Oh,” said Mary.
“How about you Mr Aldrich?”
“I’m not sure,” replied Brian.
“I suggest that while I am dealing with the two young ones, you think quickly and return after them if you agree to be caned. You will each be given six strokes, that is the standard punishment for any rule breaking. You will all wait outside with the exception of Miss Markham. Off you go.”
The three of them left, leaving an extremely frightened Pat to await her fate.
“I suggest we get this over with quickly,” said Miss Templeton.
It now dawned on Pat, why she had been told to wear slacks. If only she had realised she could have put on an extra pair of knickers.
Miss Templeton got up and went to one of several cupboards around the room and took out a cane. Pat had only had one experience of this at school, one stroke on the hand for flicking paint in the art class. Now she was expected to take six on her backside.
“Bend over for me,” said Mrs Templeton, as she turned away from the cupboard.
Pat bent over and held her legs just above her ankles.
“I trust you haven’t tried to conceal any extra underwear about your person?” asked Miss Templeton, tapping Pat’s backside.
“No Miss Templeton. I didn’t know I was going to be caned.”
“Very well, please keep as still as you can until I’ve finished.”
Miss Templeton drew back the cane and deposited it firmly across Pat’s backside, to the accompaniment of a juicy thwack.
“Ooowwwccchh,’ gasped Pat, without moving.
Outside, the other four waited anxiously.
“So what are you going to do?” asked Brian to Mary.
“I suppose I’ve not got a lot of choice. I don’t fancy slaving away in the kitchen and losing three weekends. She’s not stupid, that woman.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” said Brian. “She’s got us over a barrel.”
“Or over her desk,” laughed Mary.
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” said Jack, who was now nervously pacing up and down.
A few seconds later the door opened, and a very watery-eyed Pat emerged.
“You’re next,” she said to Jack.
Jack went in and Pat stood, rubbing her backside.
“Did it hurt much?” asked Mary.
“Yes, it bloody did,” snapped Pat.
“Did you have to bend over her desk?” asked Brian.
“No, had to bend over, can’t believe how much it stung.”
“Ever have the cane at school?” Mary asked Brian.
“Yep, six off the head.”
“Did that hurt much?” asked Mary.
“Not so you would notice. I was only thirteen, cried my eyes out afterwards. Can’t imagine this is going to be so bad.”
Jack then emerged in much the same state as Pat. “Blimey, that hurt, had it once at school, but it wasn’t as bad as that.”
“Shall I go next?” asked Brian.
“Yes alright,” said Mary.
Brian went it to find Mrs Templeton standing by her desk, cane at the ready.
“So you agree to be caned. Has Mrs Middleton agreed to do the same?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Then may I ask you to bend over.”
Brian bent over and held his ankles. Miss Templeton came up behind him and pulled up his jacket.
Thwaacckk!!
Brian gave a grunt.
Thwwaacckk!!
Again, the same reaction.
Mrs Templeton planted each stroke a little away from the previous one. Brian managed to restrict his response to small grunts.
“You may go,” said Mrs Templeton.
Brian got up and left the room, waiting until he joined the others, before giving his backside a good rub.
Finally it was Mary’s turn.
“You agree to be caned?” asked Miss Templeton.
“Yes Miss Templeton.
“Bend over for me please.”
Mary bent over, her mature bottom presenting an ample target for Miss Templeton to aim at. Six juicy thwacks later and Mary returned to her colleagues.
“Alright Mary?” asked Brian.
“No, I’m not, it damn well hurt,” grunted Mary.
Four well marked bottoms left the office to go to lectures.
For the first few weeks, things went along smoothly, although the nine thirty lock-up irked many of the students. They felt that as responsible adults, they should be allowed the freedom to come and go as they pleased. Also the rules that students of the opposite sex were not allowed in each other’s rooms. They were of course, allowed to fraternise in all the common areas and the bar.
One Friday night, after a particularly hard week a group of four students decided to go out for the evening. They headed into town for a meal at one of the pubs. After a very enjoyable evening, they went out to catch the bus back to college. They waited and waited at the bus stop, but no sign of the bus. The next one wasn’t due for another hour, so they decided to walk back. Of course, whichever way they did it, they would be late for lock-up. This involved ringing the bell and the porter would then let them in. After eleven o’clock, you stayed out for the night. It was about ten fifteen when our foursome of Patricia Markham, aged nineteen, Jack Scott, aged twenty, Brian Aldrich, aged twenty four, and Mary Middleton, aged forty, arrived at the college.
“Let’s see if we can find an open window,” suggested Brian.
“Good idea, you two girls stay here,” said Jack.
So Jack and Brian went off round the college buildings to see if there was any hope of sneaking in. The two women waited.
“I wish they’d hurry up, it’s getting cold standing here,” said Mary.
“I know,” replied Pat, stamping her feet. “Oh look, here they come.”
“No luck I’m afraid,” said Jack, shaking his head.
“Looks like we’ll have to ring the bell then,” said Mary.
The four went up to the front door and rang the bell. The door was opened by the porter, who made a note of their names and told them they must report to the principal’s office at nine on Monday morning. Off they went to bed, wondering what would happen. None of them was particularly worried, they just expected a telling off.
So Monday morning, the women reported to Miss Templeton’s office and the men to Mr Cartwright-jones. The men were informed by the secretary that Mr Cartwright –jones had been called away and that they would be dealt with by Mrs Templeton. So they made their way over to the women’s building and went up to the office where they found the two women waiting on chairs outside the office.
“Hello, what are you two doing here?” asked Mary.
“The Guv’nor’s not in so we’ve been sent over to be dealt with by Mrs Templeton, whatever that means,” said Brian.
“It’s all very strange, but we got sent away to put slacks on,” said Pat.
“Oh well, we’ll just have to wait and see,” said Mary.
The two men sat down and waited. After a few minutes, Mrs Templeton’s secretary came out.
“Mrs Templeton will see you now.”
The four trooped in and stood in front of Mrs Templeton’s large mahogany desk. Mrs Templeton was a large formidable woman, one not to be trifled with.
“Well, we have four rule breakers. I presume you have a good excuse for coming in late?”
“We’re very sorry,” volunteered Mary. “The bus didn’t turn up, so we had to walk back.”
“It’s a pity you left it to the last one that got you back on time. It might have been a good idea to catch the one before,” said Mrs Templeton.
“Yes, I suppose it would, We’ll remember that next time,” said Brian.
“I suggest that you do, but it’s the present that we are concerned with, and breaking the rules calls for punishment,” said Mrs Templeton.
“But it’s our first time, we’ll be more careful in future,” protested Pat.
“When you leave here as qualified teachers, you will expect your pupils to obey the rules and you will have to mete out discipline,. This will be good experience for you. I propose to cane all of you.”
“What!” they all gasped.
“You can’t do that, we’re adults,” said an incredulous Mary.
“Quite right, in yours and Mr Aldrich’s case, I cannot insist on it. You other two are still minors in the eyes of the law and so I am empowered to impose loco parentis,” said Miss Templeton.
“Well I for one won’t let you cane me,” said Mary. “I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous.”
“Should you and Mr Aldrich refuse a caning then I am empowered to make you report to the kitchen at seven in the morning for each day of the next three weekends. You will stay in there and be the last to leave in the evening. The choice is yours.”
“Oh,” said Mary.
“How about you Mr Aldrich?”
“I’m not sure,” replied Brian.
“I suggest that while I am dealing with the two young ones, you think quickly and return after them if you agree to be caned. You will each be given six strokes, that is the standard punishment for any rule breaking. You will all wait outside with the exception of Miss Markham. Off you go.”
The three of them left, leaving an extremely frightened Pat to await her fate.
“I suggest we get this over with quickly,” said Miss Templeton.
It now dawned on Pat, why she had been told to wear slacks. If only she had realised she could have put on an extra pair of knickers.
Miss Templeton got up and went to one of several cupboards around the room and took out a cane. Pat had only had one experience of this at school, one stroke on the hand for flicking paint in the art class. Now she was expected to take six on her backside.
“Bend over for me,” said Mrs Templeton, as she turned away from the cupboard.
Pat bent over and held her legs just above her ankles.
“I trust you haven’t tried to conceal any extra underwear about your person?” asked Miss Templeton, tapping Pat’s backside.
“No Miss Templeton. I didn’t know I was going to be caned.”
“Very well, please keep as still as you can until I’ve finished.”
Miss Templeton drew back the cane and deposited it firmly across Pat’s backside, to the accompaniment of a juicy thwack.
“Ooowwwccchh,’ gasped Pat, without moving.
Outside, the other four waited anxiously.
“So what are you going to do?” asked Brian to Mary.
“I suppose I’ve not got a lot of choice. I don’t fancy slaving away in the kitchen and losing three weekends. She’s not stupid, that woman.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” said Brian. “She’s got us over a barrel.”
“Or over her desk,” laughed Mary.
“Oh, ha ha, very funny,” said Jack, who was now nervously pacing up and down.
A few seconds later the door opened, and a very watery-eyed Pat emerged.
“You’re next,” she said to Jack.
Jack went in and Pat stood, rubbing her backside.
“Did it hurt much?” asked Mary.
“Yes, it bloody did,” snapped Pat.
“Did you have to bend over her desk?” asked Brian.
“No, had to bend over, can’t believe how much it stung.”
“Ever have the cane at school?” Mary asked Brian.
“Yep, six off the head.”
“Did that hurt much?” asked Mary.
“Not so you would notice. I was only thirteen, cried my eyes out afterwards. Can’t imagine this is going to be so bad.”
Jack then emerged in much the same state as Pat. “Blimey, that hurt, had it once at school, but it wasn’t as bad as that.”
“Shall I go next?” asked Brian.
“Yes alright,” said Mary.
Brian went it to find Mrs Templeton standing by her desk, cane at the ready.
“So you agree to be caned. Has Mrs Middleton agreed to do the same?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Then may I ask you to bend over.”
Brian bent over and held his ankles. Miss Templeton came up behind him and pulled up his jacket.
Thwaacckk!!
Brian gave a grunt.
Thwwaacckk!!
Again, the same reaction.
Mrs Templeton planted each stroke a little away from the previous one. Brian managed to restrict his response to small grunts.
“You may go,” said Mrs Templeton.
Brian got up and left the room, waiting until he joined the others, before giving his backside a good rub.
Finally it was Mary’s turn.
“You agree to be caned?” asked Miss Templeton.
“Yes Miss Templeton.
“Bend over for me please.”
Mary bent over, her mature bottom presenting an ample target for Miss Templeton to aim at. Six juicy thwacks later and Mary returned to her colleagues.
“Alright Mary?” asked Brian.
“No, I’m not, it damn well hurt,” grunted Mary.
Four well marked bottoms left the office to go to lectures.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Wed Sep 28, 2016 10:18 pm