Mrs Summers put a tick in the box that showed that she had carried out the punishment, and then looked up at Janet, and said, “You took that punishment really well. There’s no one else here at the school right now, and I’m in no rush to get away, so if I were to give you the choice of six, twelve or eighteen strokes, which would you choose? Mrs Summers smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, you’re not the first person your age to have those thoughts. This was exactly the question she had pictured herself being asked so many times as she looked at herself in the mirror wearing her school dress, and then she always answered eighteen, and so still feeling so submissive to the authoritative Mrs Summers replied, “Eighteen strokes, headmistress.

How could one stroke hurt so much, she wondered, and immediately supposed she was right in thinking that Mrs Summers would make each of the strokes she gave her harder than the ones she had given Becky.As the spanks continued to land with what seemed like increasing force, Janet opened her eyes and looked at Mrs Summers upside down legs and noticed immediately that they were now blurred. However, Janet was telling herself that she wanted it to happen so she could, at long last, understand what being both spanked and caned felt like. Mrs Summers could see the worry on Janet’s face and, answering the unasked question, explained, “Make no mistake, Janet, when I spank you, it will hurt, but nowhere near as much as it will hurt when I then give you twelve strokes of the cane. At least, she was continuing to cling onto the end of the table leaving her bottom perched ready to be caned again.

Right then she felt as naughty as she reckoned that Becky would have felt when standing back up, naked below the waist, her pussy hair mound embarrassingly on show, and ready to be punished by the headmistress. With that instruction, Janet really did feel like a naughty schoolgirl because Mrs Summers was telling her to do what she had told Becky to do after completing her caning. She now realised that Mrs Summers was leading her on, but then wondered how many other adults would have had that discussion had they known this was where it would end.

Maybe people had thought she was getting the cane; maybe they didn’t know she’d had the strap and liked it, and then … Then his hard thing all the way inside her. Mrs Summers was still having fun but looked seriously at Janet and said, “Actually, it’s never too late. She realised she had made it sound like a question rather than a statement, and again, Janet stuttered trying to withdraw the answer but failed.

Janet was walking back along the corridor towards the car park after finishing another lesson at the local Sixth Form School where she had attended the late afternoon class in psychology. Right then, Becky was bent across what was clearly a caning table, clasping the far end, with her school dress tucked well up above her waist, her knickers were on a chair close by, and her bottom was bare and in position ready to be caned. However, as much as she was worried about the pain, she knew it was still the experience that she wanted and forced herself up from Mrs Summers' lap, looked towards the now blurred caning table, and walked over to it.

Miss Kenworthy explains in great detail the power she has, and discusses her dossier of crime and what she intends to do to correct her. Well, she was well aware Becky had been crying after the caning, so wasn’t surprised she was crying even with just the spanking. No more strokes landed, but she knew that she was crying, and rather more blatantly than Becky had cried, albeit that Becky had received just four strokes.