School Reunion Year 1 by Laurel Aspen Page B

a voluntary arrangement.’
    â€˜I’m being coerced,’ she replied miserably.
    â€˜You can prove such an accusation?’ Knight retorted briskly. ‘Five minutes, Miss Harman; I will expect you there in five minutes.’ Then he departed, his dark gown swirling about him.
    Inwardly shaking, Penny tried not to think of some of the old schoolgirl fiction she used to read. Caned, bent over, touching her toes; he wouldn’t, surely, lift her skirt? She crimsoned at the very thought yet the tremor of fear was accompanied by another unexpected feeling of arousal. No one at school or home had ever laid a finger upon Penny it was true; but a boyfriend at university had once spanked her.
    Only playfully of course, fired with the vigour of youth no sooner had they finished one energetic bout of sex than he was ready for another. Penny pretended to be demur, in truth she was as eager as he, but why not make him wait?
    During the ensuing tussle she’d found herself pinned across his knee where, in spite of her struggles and the initial sting, Penny was soon aware of a warm tingle spreading through her loins. The impromptu spanking had made her most intimate parts melt with desire in a way nothing else had, before or since. Subsequently she’d been entered without preamble from behind, grasped by the hips, shafted to the hilt and propelled to a shattering orgasm. Penny several times tried to provoke a repeat performance. Unfortunately it was obviously no more than a passing whim on his part and she’d been out of luck.
    This time, Penny’s chastisement would be from the embodiment of authority, not a lover. With a sigh she slipped quietly out of the hall and down the corridor to meet her fate.
    In the classroom little had changed, time had stood still amid the battered wooden furniture and institutional green walls that were dominated by a large blackboard. Mr Knight stood imposingly behind a desk at the front of the room, on it was a slender rattan wand that inextricably drew Penny’s eyes. He followed her gaze.
    â€˜Discovered at the back of the store cupboard during the great pre-move clearout.’ The new Head of Redbrook picked up the rod and swished it loudly through the air, making Penny wince.
    â€˜No doubt we’ll soon draw a more lively response out of you,’ he observed dryly.
    â€˜However,’ he straightened, fixing Penny with a basilisk stare, ‘we’ve other business to attend to first. Come to the front of the class girl.’
    Penny did so, standing rigidly to attention as Knight walked slowly towards her.
    â€˜Your punishment will be in two instalments.’
    This was worse than she’d feared.
    â€˜A dozen strokes of the cane for having the vulgarity to cheat, prior to which you’ll be thoroughly spanked.’
    This was far beyond what she’d imagined; the indignity and humiliation of an infantile spanking followed immediately by bending over for the cane.
    â€˜Twelve strokes?’ Penny repeated in a small voice.
    â€˜Twelve,’ Knight confirmed with unseemly relish, placing two straight-backed chairs side by side.
    Transfixed, like a small mammal beguiled by a snake, Penny felt unable to move. Knight sat on the right hand chair and beckoned her to him. Eyes wide, moist lips slightly parted, she obeyed.
    He reached up and caught her hand and in one smooth - might that be practiced - move, sharply pulling her down across his lap.
    â€˜The spanking first,’ he said briskly, ‘to ensure this insolent bottom is properly warmed up, ready for its encounter with the cane.’
    Her toes just touching the floor, Penny’s torso rested upon the second chair.
    Knight lazily stroked the target area while Penny lay holding her breath, the silence eventually broken by her inadvertent cry as Knight raised his right hand and the spanking began.
    Her first, mistaken, impression was that this was quite bearable; if one discounted