Justices' Night

By Richard Manton

This is an extract from the Richard Manton novel ‘Girl’s Reformatory’ published by Blue Moon books. It repeats a scene found with variations in a number of his stories, something that could be regarded as a fault in most authors but I think in spanking literature repetition with small variations often  works to increase the erotic appeal. Feel free to disagree!

Chapter Four:

"Be sure you are at hand on Friday evening," said Master Miles to me one morning, "It is justices' night, when several of the magistrates attend here to dine and see discipline inflicted. It is a matter of courtesy that we should oblige them."

I had no intention of showing other than courtesy to the wealthy and influential patrons who had found me my present employment. Apart from that, I was mightily curious about the famous institution of justices' night in a girls' reformatory. There were several girls who had lately joined the fourth and fifth forms of the reformatory school. I could not help hoping that some of them would be under discipline that night. I supposed that Sally Fenton would be dealt with for her scandalous conduct by the seaside. Other than that I had, as yet, no idea of what was intended.

The day arrived and the master's dining-room was prepared for his guests. I recall that the fine summer evening was still light as they were received in the parlour and treated to Dry Sack or German hock. They were, for the most part, middle-aged or elderly gentlemen of worthy appearance, regarded as pillars of respectability in the county.

You may be sure that they were universally praised for their resolve in committing young sluts and trollops to the reformatory. Indeed, the most respectable ladies of the county and its society were among their surest admirers. If it was rumoured that certain delinquent girls had their knickers taken down privately and their bare backsides tanned within the forbidding walls, our respectable ladies thought none the worse of the master for that.

As we went into dinner, where the table was laid with silver and cut-glass upon the purest linen, I was able to take a view of these dignitaries. Mr Snook was the eldest, rather piping and shrill in his dotage. Next to him sat the stout and burly figure of Mr Bowler, the famous saddler who supplies many of our mounted regiments. There was young Lord Frederick Cyr with his fair hair and limp moustaches. Who the others were, I did not know as yet.

The iced wine and strawberries with which we concluded dinner were scarcely enough to cool the excitement of the upright justices at the thought of the fun they were going to have with the delinquent girls. Brandy and cigars were handed round. Soon after nine o'clock with the last light of the summer evening fading from the western sky, we walked casually towards the scene of discipline, while fragrant Havana smoke drifted from the fine cheroots.

What I must describe now is a custom which will seem strange and disturbing to anyone not acquainted with English justice. It is a scene which includes lewdness and oddity. Yet if I am true to my task in keeping a faithful record, I cannot pass over it. There is no other nation on earth, I believe, where disciplinary zeal is stronger than in England—or where it is tinged with so fine a hue of moral satisfaction and private excitement.

The room in which Master Miles thrashed the girls on these occasions was a cavernous place of some size. It was prudently located out of sight and earshot of the main buildings.

The interior is lit by gas, flaring harshly on whitewashed walls. The windows are narrow, set very high up and closely barred. The paving of the floor is flagstones and the birching- block, slightly raised on a wooden surround, is securely bolted down at the room's centre. There is also a tall stool and a step-ladder, each equipped to hold a wayward nymph bending over it. To one side of the room stands a whipping- horse. This resembles a padded leather vaulting-buck, to take a proper young woman lying astride it. I saw that there was also a padded bench. A youngster like Jane Mitchener or Sally Fenton would be made to lie over it on her belly and present her bare bottom-cheeks to the spanking-strap.

On a narrow mahogany table is an assortment of such spanking-straps, birch-rods, canes, and whips of every sort. Among these, stands a bottle of pungent smelling-salts. If the head of a petite young wife like Jacqueline Grant or a cheeky little imp like Sally Fenton should droop during punishment, one of the master's assistants will hold the pungent aroma under her nose. By this means the culprit may be speedily restored and her punishment will be continued with little interruption. A randy young wriggler like Jackie Grant will be taken far beyond the ordinary limits of a judicial whipping by such means. Sally Fenton, Jane Mitchener and the other pert young fourth-form girls may have their bare bottom-cheeks skinned to an extent which might otherwise be questioned even in the case of a sexually mature young woman.

Such are the possibilities which the legal system offers, through its provisions for strapping down young wantons and curing a temporary swoon.

Several cushioned chairs had been set out a couple of yards to the rear of the block for the portly magistrates. Their bill of fare was to be varied and exciting that evening. It ranged from pretty Sally with her curls and impudence to auburn-haired little Madam Jacqueline who was almost ten years her elder and had tasted the pleasures of the bridal couch!

The punishments started at nine in the evening and would last all night, if that should prove necessary to complete them. A girl who had committed two offences would be thrashed twice during these hours. If she had committed three, she would be dealt with thrice. At each appearance she was treated as severely as the first time. The fault was hers for her repeated offences!

You may be sure that none of the justices favoured leniency, even when the discipline was to be of repeated severity. They took their places and cast their eyes upon the board which listed the names and misdeeds of the girls to be thrashed. I have a copy of it before me as I write.

I would be the first to admit that the strictest magistrate is also a man of normal masculine passions and eager sexual feelings. Were it not so, how should Old England breed her future leaders from such noble loins? The ruler of an estate, who sits as a justice, will stiffen in excitement to see a graceful sixteen-year-old nymph like Tracey Hope laid bare and strapped down, bending over a tall stool. Many a grey- haired member will stir as Tracey's demure young buttocks are stretched apart by this posture and her strained thighs offer a glimpse of lightly-haired femininity.

Yet this is no reason to condemn the system. It is advisable that a willowy nymph like Tracey or a young fifth-form siren like Michele Page should take her knickers down and receive the master's cane. In the reformatory, deprived of boys of their own age, such girls become fretful and heated, nervous and prone to outbursts. A little undressing and thrashing is far and away the best cure for such frustrations in a teenage nymph or schoolgirl tomboy. Better by far than that she should be at liberty to ride astride some young ruffian's erection and spawn a brood of infants to be supported at the cost of the parish. One cannot sufficiently commend punishment-lessons at regular intervals to cure Tracey Hope of wanting boy-friends or curbing a randy schoolgirl of fifteen like Michele. How 'wise the law of England is to insist that the sentence passed on such seductive little witches is at least four or five years—and that ample canes and birch-rods shall be provided!

Master Miles removed his black jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Choosing a bamboo cane that was wickedly long and supple, he went to the fat door and called in a stentorian voice.

"ELAINE COX!"

The girl who entered, a matron holding her by either arm, was a sturdy adolescent rebel dressed in school uniform. Elaine had first been consigned to the reformatory when she was thirteen. She would remain for five more years.

Elaine Cox was notorious as a shouting, striding youngster, defiantly tossing back the lank fair hair which was combed from its central parting to lie loose upon her shoulders. The broad oval of her face, with its slum-child's features of narrowed eyes and thin mouth, was a portrait of snub-nosed insolence. She was dressed in her white school blouse and striped tie, her grey pleated skirt worn brazenly short, as if to flaunt the pallor of her robust young thighs and to suggest the sturdiness of her adolescent hips.

She stood before the justices, her contempt for them clearly shown in the narrow slant of her dark eyes with their fleck of green.

"Remove your skirt for your punishment-lesson, Elaine Cox!" the first matron said sharply.

With a look of indifference, the youngster undid the short pleated skirt, let it fall, and stepped out of it. Without waiting for the next command, she turned her back on the magistrates and knelt down over the block. Elaine Cox's school knickers were tight pants of white elasticised cotton. She knelt on all fours over the block, craning round with snub-nosed defiance. Her full-cheeked backside was broadened and even fattened by her posture. In her stretched cotton pants, Elaine appeared quite a big-bottomed girl for her age,

The master strapped her wrists to rings in the forward corners of the block. He pinioned her bare pale thighs with another strap just above her knees. Next he tied her ankles to prevent Elaine kicking out during punishment. Finally, he tightened a wide leather restraining-belt round her waist, pressing her young belly down hard on the block. This hollowing down of her waist caused Elaine Cox's fifteen-year-old arse to swell fuller and broader for the bamboo cane.

It was to be expected that the pulse of each justice quickened and each magisterial penis stirred with excitement. I regretted I had not witnessed the girl's earlier punishments. Master Miles first used the birch on the bare pale cheeks of Elaine Cox's thirteen-year-old bottom when she was still walking to school in white knee-socks! Though it was now in the past, I hoped that he had used extreme severity on her then with the birch-rod switches, not sparing her bare arse, the rear of her thighs or even the backs of her young knees!

Now he took the elastic waistband of Elaine's school knickers and stripped them down to her knees. He did this slowly and with much fingering to remind her of her situation! Being a lusty man and fond of a good feel, he greatly enjoyed himself with a tomboy like Elaine. It would be absurd to begrudge him this amusement. A score of street boys of her own age had had their hands inside Elaine Cox's knickers at rowdy parties or behind a convenient wall after school!

While Elaine was having her pants taken down, the cotton caught a little under her legs and between her buttocks. She had been wearing the same pair of knickers all day and no doubt her warmth and humidity caused them to twist and catch somewhat. Even a teacher who was going to thrash her could not have resisted the pretext which this offered him. Nor did Master Miles! In order to free the cotton briefs, his fingers pried between her legs and in her feminine slit! How she gasped and cursed! His hands wandered over her smoothly pale thighs and buttocks. Then his fingers played lewdly between the tomboy cheeks of Elaine Cox's bottom!

Furious at this, the youngster tossed back her lank fair hair and craned round at him with a shout of anger.

"You dirty filthy thing!" she yelled. Slum-child though she was, Elaine was the first to protest in this way against any threat to the "purity" of herself or her sisters. The chairman Of the justices smiled at the absurdity.

"You're a dirty little scrubber, Elaine Cox!" he chortled, "Next week I'D visit you myself and punish your insolence. I'll give you thirty strokes with the prison birch across the bare cheeks of that fat young arse to cure you of impudence. And have your big sister over the study sofa. I always punish a pair of sisters for the offence of either! You'll both remember your lesson all the better for watching each other get it!"

Mr Bowler whispered to me that Elaine's big sister, a plump slut of eighteen or nineteen, had had the whip across her fat bare bottom last month. Old Mr Snook had done it to her privately. He had put the girl arse-upwards over the study sofa and skinned her fat bursa-cheeks finely with a woven lash of snakeskin. Elaine had been put to work in the next room, deliberately, so that she should be made to hear her older sister getting it! Perhaps the memory of Pau- line's screams inspired the youngster's present fury and defiance.

The youngster still wore her white school blouse and striped tie. The master stooped and tucked the tail of the blouse well up above her hips, so that the full pale cheeks of Elaine Cox's fifteen-year-old bottom were properly bare.

In the privacy of the reformatory punishment-room, the magistrates had no need to conceal their enjoyment. Elaine was strapped down in a posture which offered a glimpse of light-haired folds of intimate feminine flesh between the rear of her somewhat heavy adolescent thighs. Drawn tightly forward over the block, her sturdy young buttocks were broadened and drawn apart a little. It was part of her punishment that she was made to show her full rear view. These disciplinarians relished a close look between the pale and fatly presented cheeks of Elaine Cox's schoolgirl bottom!

For the first time the anger faltered in the broad oval of her snub-nosed face. She craned round and watched them. Each of the plump middle-aged magistrates was leaning forward, his tongue running eagerly on his lips as he peered into the forbidden valley between the bare cheeks of Elaine's teenage backside. A sensible man does not make romantic love to young ruffians of her sort. Elaine Cox's arse was the only part of her which interested them just then—and they let her know it!

Those who are innocent in the matter of England's ruling class may be surprised that the justices enjoyed themselves with a fifteen-year-old reformatory girl in this way. It was Mr Bowler who subsequently expressed to me their wisdom in the matter.

A young slut like Elaine Cox, he said, must be enjoyed when she is fourteen or fifteen. Otherwise she will not be enjoyed at all by a man of discriminating taste. She would never be a beauty, as a teenage nymph like Tracey might become despite Tracey's common birth. In the years of her adolescence, however, Elaine had the exciting challenge of an impudent tomboy. There were men of the finest breeding who relished an afternoon playing the part of a disciplinarian teacher with such a girl.

To take Elaine into the study or the tiled closet and teach her a bare-bottomed obedience-lesson with the cane or the whip, while she was still a fifth-form schoolgirl, was the only use which a man of taste would make of her. Mr Bowler spoke very openly about this. While the youngster was strapped down awaiting her tanning, he said, a man of mature years would make Elaine Cox have an hour or so of his tool. He would give her an ample helping of it now, knowing that in a few years more such a girl would be a fattened drab.

By then some lout of her own class would give her a swollen belly or two. In no time at all, Elaine would be a plain slattern with a train of bastards clutching at her skirts. Before that happened, he said significantly, it would be better for the law to convict her of felony—to put a judicial noose round her throat and dangle Elaine Cox from the gaol- house beam.

The other justices smiled quietly and gave their consent to these views when Mr Bowler aired them. Mr Snook being an elderly gentleman, his amorous powers have somewhat waned. Yet he too agreed. To warm his memories, he keeps a collection of girls' underpants removed from them on justices' nights and other such occasions. Among his treasures is a pair of white briefs in stretched cotton—Elaine Cox's school knickers. The youngster had worn these a day or two before having them taken down by the master who was going to cane her. In the privacy of his study, Mr Snook will spend an evening browsing over such mementoes, examining them and smiling at the memories they revive. Such is the devotion to public duty which the old gentleman shows.

No wonder then that the portly magistrates closely scrutinised the rear view which the youngster presented to them as she lay securely fastened on all fours over the block. The eyes of the learned justices wandered over the pallid weight of her bare teenage thighs, which were strapped tightly together just above her knees. And how could they resist gazing at the pale double swell of the girl's impudent bottom- cheeks and prying between them?

All this time, Elaine herself, with her lank fair hair thrown back, watched the magistrates over her shoulder. The broad oval of her slum-child's snub-nosed face was suffused with contempt as she saw how they inspected her rear view. But the justices were used to such ill-mannered girls. They looked up from time to time and met the anger in her eyes with knowing smiles. Then they would let her see how they leant forward again. Their smiles directed her eyes to watch their own as they peered at the-lightly haired folds of intimate feminine flesh peeping between her thighs--and as they closely inspected the exposed rudeness of Elaine Cox's schoolgirl arsehole! Then they sat back and smiled at her again.

"Seen all you want?" Elaine shouted at them in sarcastic fury.

The master himself smiled at this outburst. He flexed the supple bamboo and cut the air once or twice with a trial swish. Despite her adolescent rebellion, Elaine's broadened buttocks tightened with instinctive fright at the menace of the sharp sound. She kept her eyes on the master as he taunted her.

"We're going to make you ask for your punishment tonight, Elaine. You'll call out the number of each stroke before I give it to you. If you refuse or if you miss the count, you'll get the stroke just the same. But it won't go towards the total of your punishment."

The youngster gasped and cursed. She pulled vainly at the stout restraining straps in her fury and panic, but the pale fattened rear cheeks of this fifth-form tomboy offered a perfect target for the bamboo. The master grinned at her anger and then his voice grew stern. He boomed out for the justices to hear.

"THIRTY-SIX STROKES OF THE PRISON CANE ACROSS YOUR BARE BOTTOM, ELAINE COX! CALL FOR THE FIRST!"

To the delight of the magistrates, Elaine was spurred to greater anger by the humiliation of having to ask for a thrashing from the man she loathed and despised. She called Mr Miles a filthy old bastard and refused to obey the order! Her impudence and her defiance of a command, lawfully given, now entitled him to deal with her in the severest manner.

What a curiosity this youngster was! Elaine Cox had first had her bare bottom spanked and birched when she was twelve or thirteen. She knew the torture she was inviting by her rebellion. She knew also how they would treat the bare backside of a strapping young fifth-form girl. They would cane her and cane her until the most vivid weals had been raised. Then they would continue the obedience-lesson by thrashing her young arse—across those swollen prints of the bamboo until she was frantic in her anguish. Elaine must have known they would make her scream, as she had heard her big sister do under Mr Snook's pony-lash. And still they would continue to cane her young backside and legs until she would shriek her submission, promising to do anything they wanted. Anything at all!

She must have known all this before she defied us. When the justices had a bare-bottomed tomboy of fifteen like Elaine Cox over the block they were absolutely pitiless. Indeed, they looked keenly for pretexts to add strokes to her sentence. The girl knew from the start that sooner or later she would scream for the first counted stroke of her punishment. And only then, when she could bear no more, would the official caning begin! When she was frantic with the throbbing agony of the bamboo weals across her bare bottom- cheeks, they would make her ask to be thrashed from the very beginning! Elaine must have guessed this from experience. It was as if the young rebel was deliberately adding to her punishment while she could still endure it, knowing that later she would shriek the number of each stroke at the top of her voice, desperate not to miss the count.

Like the justices and the master, I was greatly looking forward to the discipline, as I gazed at the full pale cheeks of Elaine Cox's young backside. I was eager to see her caught in the predicament of not being able to bear the touch of a feather on her thrashed buttocks—and yet still having to count her official punishment from the very first stroke.

The master touched the cane lightly across her bare bum- cheeks, aiming with great care.

"Thirty-six strokes of the bamboo across the fat young cheeks of your bare arse, Elaine Cox! Call for the first!"

Still she defied him and cursed us all! He raised the cane high above his right shoulder. The taunting smile vanished mid his mouth tightened with vindictive pleasure. There was a pause and the justices held their breath in anticipation. Then his arm came down with flashing energy. The bamboo landed with an ear-splitting smack across the pale broadened cheeks of Elaine Cox's fifteen-year-old bottom!

The youngster caught her breath in a short cry at the ferocity of the smart. I saw that her strapped hands were clenched into fists as she struggled against the man whom she loathed. She twisted her face round, watching him, and gnawed compulsively at her lower lip in her growing apprehension. Her sturdy young buttocks tensed and squirmed, pressing together and then rounding out, as she tried to work away the lingering agony of the cane's impact. Where it had landed, a fine double-edged print of bamboo glowed aslant the swelling and writhing pallor of Elaine Cox's backside!

For all her defiance, Elaine's broadened schoolgirl buttocks tensed and shifted, as if the smooth curves of white skin crawled in anticipation of the next stroke. The master carefully measured the cane—wickedly low across her bottom-cheeks, as one hoped he would! He raised it again and slashed it down across the faint flesh-crease, dividing the cheeks of Elaine's young arse from her upper thighs. Urgently she controlled her cries, mewing through her pressed lips. There was a hint of desperation in the impudent face which she turned to us now. The justices met this with malicious smiles, to show her their private enjoyment of what was being done to her.

Mr Bowler thought I could not see, as his eyes teasingly directed Elaine's gaze to the front of his trousers. While the youngster looked at his trouser-front, he drew the cloth tighter and there was dismay in her narrowed eyes. Mr Bowler smiled as he showed this impudent fifth-form girl the shape of his penis, harder and heavier with the enjoyment of watching her thrashed.

Twice more the cane smacked agonisingly across the softer undercurve of her rear cheeks. The first pain of the impact did not diminish but swelled to a crescendo over several seconds. Mr Miles naturally took pleasure in timing each stroke to land just as the torment of its predecessor reached a climax.

Elaine was soon gasping at the searching intensity of the bamboo's torture. The justices watched, enthralled by this battle of wills between the master and his rebellious schoolgirl. Between the strokes, the silence of anticipation was broken only by the creak of the block and the breathless squirming of the fifteen-year-old girl in the straps which held her down. Twice more the bamboo lashed diagonally across her burn-cheeks. Six weals, each a deepening red, now embossed her young hind-quarters. The master aimed a low stroke, catching her almost across the backs of her upper thighs. There was a jump of excitement among the onlookers as, for the first time, Elaine Cox screamed.

The bare whitewashed walls sharpened the girl's adolescent shrillness and gave a new edge of enthusiasm to the excitement of those who watched her. The justices leant forward a little, several of them licking their lips eagerly, taking a closer view. Elaine Cox's arse and hips surged as if in a dance of the lewdest sexual invitation! She tossed back her hair and craned round at us again. But now the broad oval of her snub-nosed face was a delightful study in consternation. The narrow eyes brimmed with tears and the thin mouth was stretched in a woeful self-pitying bowl. The very utterance seemed paralysed by the intensity of the pain which another lash of the bamboo inflicted across her bare teenage buttocks.

Drawing breath deeply at last, she howled at the magistrates—pleading to have the nine or ten uncounted strokes included in her punishment. Elaine sobbed out that her bottom smarted so that she could not bear another thirty-six strokes of the cane across it. The magistrates took a visible pleasure in refusing her such leniency.

"But I can't bear any more!" she cried in fright and indignation.

How often have those walls echoed such words from cheeky Sally Fenton at fourteen or a beautiful nymph of sixteen like Tracey Hope, from grown women like Jacqueline Grant! Mr Bowler grinned.

"Get arse-upwards over the block, Elaine Cox, you dirty little scrubber! Don't presume to tell us what you can't bear. We'll make you bear it anyway!"

There were smiles and quiet laughter at this. The master caught the girl with another stroke, savagely low across her backside—and another, deliberately given across the rear of her thighs. Her pleading ended in a wild scream.

'Count the strokes, Elaine Cox!" smiled Mr Bowler, "We know how to give a lesson in obedience to a little whore of your sort!"

The cane smacked across her young backside once more before she could obey them. And then Elaine Cox surrendered with a shriek that made our ears ring.

"ONE!"

It is impossible for those who have not experienced it to know the pleasure there is in imposing such obedience on an insolent and ruffianly girl like Elaine. There was a pause and an air of satisfaction among the justices before the thirty- six strokes began. The master teased the youngster by taking a long time in measuring the cane this way and that across the stripes already printed crimson upon her squirming backside. The other justices commanded her sharply while she writhed over the block and waited to be tanned.

"Elaine Cox! Get right over the block, you little slut! Show us your fat young backside properly while you're being thrashed! You weren't shy of walking home from school every day in the little grey skirt that shows your thighs and the seat of your knickers every time the wind blows!"

"Don't act bashful with us, Elaine Cox!" added Mr Bowler. "We had your big sister over that block for the lash a few weeks ago. We all had a good look at her bare backside while she was whipped. You needn't think we'll let you hide anything that she showed us! Two fat young female arses in the same family look much the same."

II is no part of my intention to betray confidences. Yet the world guessed something of Mr Bowler's private intentions towards the women of that family—a trio of sisters and a slattern of thirty-seven or thirty-eight who had encumbered society with them. There was to be collective taking down of their knickers and bending them in a row. By the time he had examined and chastised them, Mr Bowler might have written a learned paper on the comparative shapes of the female backside in one family. To some moralists, his enthusiasm would have been the cause of misgiving, had it not all been done in the pursuit of virtue and correction. The law approves the whipping of such a woman and her daughters together—when the aim is to enforce a moral upon them.

After they had reprimanded Elaine a little more, the chastisement was resumed. With a whip-like savagery the supple cane smacked across the bottom-cheeks of this rebellious girl., The very walls sang with the sharpness of the impact. The impudent youngster cried out, wild and shrill. But she tried desperately not to miss the count, dreading those extra strokes that would earn her! But you may be sure that the master did not let her succeed in avoiding these extra whip- smacks of bamboo. He thrashed her sturdy tomboy bottom very quick and hard—and again before she could curb her scream!

"Two!" shrieked Elaine, and the bamboo lashed aslant the pallor of her strapping young schoolgirl buttocks, branding her with its fiery imprint, "Three! ...Four! . . . Stop!

SHIT! ... Pl-e-e-ase! Stop! Just for a moment! Oooooow! ...NO! . .OOOW! Don't do it again yet! ... NO! NO! . . . PL-E-A-S-E! OWWWW! . FIVE! ... S-I-I-X! ... OH, MY BOTTOM! MY BOTTOM! . NOT ACROSS MY LEGS! .. AHHH! ... SEVEN! ... OOOW! ...EIGHT! . OH, FUCK YOU! . . . OH, MY FUCKING

ARSE!!, PLEASE DON'T! . . . NINE! . . .1 CAN'T BEAR ANY MORE! . . . NOT LOW DOWN ON MY ARSE AGAIN! NO! NO! O-O-O-W! ...LET ME GO! ...PLEASE! . I CAN'T WAIT!!! . .TEN! . NO! ... NO! ... PLEASE DON'T. ...N-O-O-O-O-O-O!!!! ...MY ARSE!! ...OH, MY ARSE!!!"

At every stroke her full and pale-fleshed hips rose while Elaine Cox's bottom-crack was compressed to a thin tight line, as if to contain the torment and her own unladylike urges. The master and the justices were unmoved by the youngster's cry that her fifteen-year-old backside would blemish the dignity of the occasion unless they allowed her a respite. Discipline would soon be undermined if it could be interrupted by such threats or vulgarity. Judicial chastisements are an object-lesson in the ways of feminine behaviour. It is intriguing to witness the extreme lewdness and vulgarity which the most disdainful young woman can be driven to employ! At twenty-five, she is at heart no different to a rude and immodest schoolgirl!

It was fortunate that Elaine was firmly held down by leather straps which were broad and stout. Had not her bare thighs and ankles been pinioned, the rebellious pupil would certainly have kicked out at her master as he corrected her with the cane. With each impact of the bamboo Elaine's pale teenage bottom-flesh jumped and quivered as if touched by an electric shock. She tried to expel the swelling torment of each whip-like smack by surging the sturdy pallor of her backside outwards. Fortunately, this made the soundly- thrashed cheeks of her teenage arse a superb target, more fully and fatly presented.

In her present state Elaine would have been a teacher's delight! The slight adolescent heaviness of her hips and seat made her look quite a big-bottomed schoolgirl as she knelt over the block. The raised cane-stripes across her bare buttocks might have moved a few pedagogues to leniency. In the case of a big girl of fifteen, however, the bamboo weals across Elaine Cox's bare buttocks would have put some very cruel ideas into most scholastic minds! Among the prints of the cane, there was one low down upon the softer curve of her swelling and broadened young buttocks. It was a- deeper and more vivid plum-colour. The hue of it assured us how tender and smarting it must be. Any teacher who had endured Elaine's insolence in his classroom would have wanted to smarten her up across that stripe. And so did Mr Miles. He measured the bamboo lightly across that deeper- coloured brand. In her panic, the girl twisted her bare hips and contorted her robust but reddened rear cheeks. There was indignation as well as pleading in her void. She turned her impudent young face round and yelled at her master.

"Don't tan me there! Not across there again! Not again! No! DON'T! DON'T DO IT THERE!" A wicked smile softened his stern face.

"Lie fighter over the block and stick your backside right out at the justices, Elaine Cox! That strapping young bottom of yours can take much more caning yet! I'll give you a dozen strokes across that welt, if I choose. And you'll lie arse-upwards and take every one of them! I've always wanted to give your insolent young bum-cheeks a proper punishment-lesson, Elaine. I shall enjoy making this one last a long time. I know you won't be able to bear it. That's why I shall give it to you—and why I'll enjoy myself doing it!"

He teased her a little longer, measuring the bamboo lightly upon the tender stripe. Then he raised the supple wand and lashed it down along the plum-coloured imprint. Elaine uttered a frenzied soprano shriek, her body taut with the searching anguish. Her toes curled and her hands were clenched until the fingernails bit into the palms. The weal that ran low across the youngster's sturdily broadened bottom- cheeks was now deeper in colour and more dangerously swollen. But such a target was far too tempting to be ignored. The master touched the cane lightly across the throbbing stripe once more, taking careful aim. The full-cheeked behind of a fifth-form girl was irresistible.

Thrash! The slim bamboo smacked across the burning welt with an impact like a ringmaster's whip. Thrash! Thrash! Again and again he lashed her along that swollen stripe with savage energy. The walls rang with a peal of her adolescent screams. Presently the justices drew sharp breaths of delight at what they saw. A red line of punctuation dots welled up from the crimson bamboo-print and trickled down the surging cheeks of Elaine Cox's backside. To have a vulgar and rebellious young tomboy with her arse in such a predicament was profoundly exhilarating! Her obedience-training was now beginning!

Mr Miles stood back. His tongue licked along the mischievous smile which seemed to pluck secretly at the severe line of his mouth.

Elaine felt the little trickles down her lower seat-cheeks, momentarily gathering in the flesh-crease under the weightier curves of her adolescent schoolgirl buttocks and then running down the backs of her thighs. Tossing back her lank fair hair, she twisted the broad oval of her face round to us, animated by a last defiant fury. In a wild outburst, Elaine Cox yelled,

"MY ARSE! OH, MY ARSE! YOU BASTARDS! .. . OH, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! "

I could only catch a few phrases of what the master said as he stooped and whispered teasingly in the girl's ear, his hand lying against her bare hip. You may be sure that his words caused a burst of laughter among the justices.

"I'll have the skin off that fat-cheeked young arse, Elaine Cox! ... I'll teach you a lesson in manners, you impudent little bitch! ... Must I silence your impudence? . . . Shall it be your own knickers, Elaine? Or a pair of Michele Page's!"

The moment of amusement was over. The mouths of the justices tightened and a vindictive gleam showed in their eyes. No wonder the youngster gave a gasp of fright as she met their gaze. Had I not been there, I believe they really might have made a wad of Elaine Cox's knickers to muzzle her defiance.

"you've counted nineteen strokes so far, Elaine," said Mr Bowler calmly, "You chose not to count the other seventeen your master has given you—and so they will not be considered. Seventeen strokes of the cane still to be counted, you little bitch! Call for the next!"

"No!" she wailed. "Not yet! I'm not ready yet!"

How often do the walls of girls' schoolrooms and reformatory punishment-cells echo to such frantic appeals for delay! The cane smacked hard across Elaine's writhing and contorting buttocks, ending her protest with a shrill surrender.

"TWENTY!!"

By this time there were other eyes watching the scene. Behind the justices was a row of small barred windows set high in the blank wall. Neither the master nor the magistrates looked in that direction, though Elaine saw them every time that she craned round at us. A dozen lads of her own age, fugitives for the night from their own reform school, had shinned up the brick walls to perch on the outer ledges of these windows. To watch the girls having their knickers taken down in the punishment-room and their bare beauty chastised was a treat for these boys. As Elaine twisted her face round, they grinned at her knowingly. Each young scamp had unbuttoned at his window and smilingly showed her the fine young instrument in his hand, which he pumped for dear life in the excitement of watching her bare bottom caned,

The master and the justices had nothing to fear from these young masturbators. The boys knew that they would be separated from the girls and never given the chance of having fun with them. Each lad's own girl-friend whom he once spoke sweetly to while his hand played inside her knickers was now beyond his reach in the reformatory. Yet he was as eager as any magistrate to see and hear her over the block while the whip was used upon her naked charms! The more extreme her punishment, the better the young spark was pleased!

I was later to watch our graceful nymph of sixteen, Tracey Hope, strapped over the step-ladder. What dismay she showed in her fine blue eyes when she looked around and saw her own boy-friend at his window. The magistrates had put an end to their passionate fondling and cuddling by sending Tracey to one reformatory and the lad to another. Now he was excited as any of the justices at seeing the whip snaking and lashing across the elegant ovals of Tracey's rear cheeks or round the long graceful sweep of her young thighs.

At present the reform-school lads longed only for the girls' thrashings to last all night. The greater the humiliation of a fifth-form schoolgirl like Elaine, the more they enjoyed it. Just then, the master aimed the bamboo with consummate skill. He caught the sturdy slum-girl agonisingly aslant her bottom-cheeks with it. Unable to contain herself under the atrocious smart, Elaine Cox farted.

By her adolescent rudeness, the youngster brought smiles to the faces of the middle-aged magistrates which the wittiest compliment of the drawing-room could not equal. The lads at the windows met the consternation in Elaine's narrowed eyes with grins of delight. They knew that her sturdy young rear cheeks would now be bamboo'd with even more se-

verity than they had hoped. Even if he had had the power, not one of them would have intervened to save her from the skinning of her schoolgirl bottom-cheeks that she was going to get! Since the boys could not have their fun with her in any other way, they wanted to see her tanned with the greatest possible zeal.

Elaine tossed hack her lank hair and craned round at the justices with an "Oooooo!" of fright at what she had just done. She knew that such impudence by her young backside would earn an agonising addition from the cane. The smiles on the faces of the portly gentlemen assured of this. At the six barred windows, six faces of reform-school boys of her own age grinned eagerly at her. Each boy humorously showed her his young erection, holding the hard and swelling penis so that she should have a good look at it.

To make matters worse for her, it seems Elaine knew that, in her present state, the naked torment of the next lash of the bamboo would make her young bottom repeat its impudence. She confided her predicament to the justices and begged an interval to regain her self-possession.

You may be sure that they refused her with smiles and chuckles! The master quickly touched the cane across her writhing rear cheeks to take aim before she could curb herself. His lips tightened vindictively. Then he thrashed the whippy bamboo across her backside with savage accuracy. The impact was sharp enough to make the very air sing! As the cane smacked across her swelling rear cheeks Elaine Cox's tomboy bottom farted more lustily still. Still smiling at her, the justices awarded her eight extra strokes to teach her a lesson for behaving in such an unladylike manner!

Any supporter of law and order will commend this. Perhaps her young backside's first retort was accidental. But I am quite sure that Elaine's second vulgarity was deliberate.

The youngster was frantic and was trying to interrupt the discipline. What is to become of justice and chastisement if such a young slut is allowed to insult the law and impede her sentence in this manner? It will not be schoolgirls alone but young women of twenty-five or thirty who attempt to frustrate their punishments in this fashion. What then will become of decency and decorum if the fair sex is taught to employ such base ruses? In no time at all, the drawing- rooms of Mayfair might echo to the same retort in matters of feminine displeasure.

I was delighted that the master took Elaine Cox to the very last stroke, including all the extras which she had earned. It was an exemplary discipline and richly deserved, as any moralist would agree. Mr Miles was reluctant to finish with the girl even then. One cannot blame him for this. It is entirely understandable. The fifth-form tomboy had been so soundly thrashed that less resolute men might call it by a more extreme name than discipline! Yet had the insolent youngster not asked for such severity by her own defiance?

The sight of Elaine Cox still strapped arse-upwards over the block, in a big-bottomed posture and with her buttocks burning red, was a great temptation! She could not have borne a breath of wind upon her rear cheeks without flinching. In such a tender state, her robust young arse would have been responsive to a real lesson in obedience. I wished that she had been left thus at my disposal. Of all the girls in her class, I would have chosen her. Safe from prying eyes in this place from which no tales are told, I would have used the short woven lash of snakeskin. The walls were soundproof and the straps which held her over the block were broad and stout. Heave you to imagine the sequel but I assure you that Elaine would not have been able to wear the elasticised cotton of her school pants for several days afterwards! To sit on the wooden seat of her classroom desk with Michele and the others would have been an ordeal of some considerable discomfort!

When Mr Miles laid down the cane at last, one was bound to admire his skill. The eyes which Elaine turned to us brimmed over with tears and her mouth had become a howling oval. What an improvement it was upon the insolent and rebellious look with which she had begun! As for her tomboy bottom and the rear of her thighs, she looked as if she had spent the day sitting on a ferocious thorn bush, infested by angry hornets! The cheeks of her backside were the colour of fire, marked across and across by the dangerous and deeper toned stripes of her finely swollen weals.

There was one last refinement, which is traditionally employed on a reformatory girl in this situation. The master took a jar of soft kitchen-fat. It had been heavily salted on purpose for its present use. He took some of it on his fingers and touched it lightly to the girl's thrashed buttocks. Elaine gasped and tensed herself at the burning smart of the salt grease on her cuts and her skinned bum-cheeks.

"You impudent little scrubber, Elaine Cox!" Mr Miles said sardonically, "Keep your fat young arse still! Swell it out properly towards the justices, so that they can have a good look at it while I salt you!"

Heedless of her gasps and cries, he massaged an ample quantity of the salted fat over her behind. Her broadened young buttocks were furnace-red and sleek with the grease. Indeed the sleekness of the grease and the slightly swollen state which the thrashing had imparted, gave a fuller and even a fatter look to the cheeks of Elaine Cox's bottom.

Two matrons unfastened the youngster from the block, though they strapped Elaine's wrists firmly together in front of her to prevent any sudden act of vengeance which she might attempt. Her misconduct also made it prudent to take her directly into the tiled closet at one side of the punishment- room. With the matrons holding her firmly by either arm to forestall a struggle, Elaine walked awkwardly, seeming to limp a little, which was merely the effect of the barn- booing. The little grey skirt and her schoolgirl knickers were left lying on the table. She would not be needing them in the tiled room. So she wore only her white uniform blouse and striped tie. The tail of the blouse hung untidily aslant her scorching buttocks, which gave her the look of a carelessly-dressed little girl. Her head was lowered, the lank hair spilling about her face, and she continued to sob occasionally in a most contrite manner.

The matrons had suffered so much insolence from this fifth-form girl that one could not deny them a little triumph .Low. Their mouths rounded with amusement and amazement when they saw how finely the master had skinned Elaine's young bottom-cheeks—and how dangerously swollen some of the weals appeared. As they led the girl across the room, they whispered teasingly and vindictively in her ear. Then three of them entered the tiled closet with her and the door was closed.

It did not remain so for more than a few seconds. Indeed there was hardly time for them to lift Elaine's blouse-tail and make a preliminary examination before the senior matron reappeared. With a smile playing about her lips she approached the justices and spoke to their chairman, Mr Bowler.

"If you please, sir, there are scores to settle with Elaine Cox—and the school spanking-strap hangs most conveniently above the toilet-basin in the closet. The little slut offered insolence to us this minute, as soon as we got her in there. It won't do, sir. It really won't do. She needs another lesson in respect already. If you wouldn't mind, sir, we should use the spanking-strap across her fat young seat.

She offered insolence, sir. All three of us shall swear that we never gave her more than a dozen leather smacks!"

Even Mr Bowler looked a little doubtful at what was proposed. The woman give him a private smile.

"The door being padded and soundproof, sir, we shan't disturb your honours at your justicing with the other girls! And we can give Elaine Cox's bottom the strap all night, turn and turn about between the three of us, and not leave a mark that can be complained of. The little bully can take a lot of tanning yet."

Mr Bowler relented, for he could not bear to see the good woman disappointed of the treat for which she longed— and of the retribution on Elaine which every one of her teachers must have dreamt of,

"Very well, ma'am," he said. "Let it be the strap across the dirty little scrubber's backside. We shall have obedience from her, I promise you!"

Smiling contentedly, the woman dropped Mr Bowler a curtsy. Then she walked back to the tiled closet where the other two matrons were waiting with Elaine. She entered and bolted the door behind her to prevent interruptions.

"You are to be congratulated, sir!" said Mr Bowler, standing up and shaking Mr Miles by the hand, "As fine a thrashing as ever I saw! Depend upon it, sir, we shall have all three of the sisters under the reformatory whip before I have done with 'em! And the woman that brought three such daughters into the world to burden respectable folk shall bare her backside alongside them!"

They had been so busy with Elaine that time had flown by and it was now after ten o'clock.

"Which of them comes next on the list?" asked old Mr Snook quaveringly, as he tucked Elaine Cox's schoolgirl knickers into his pocket.

"It is Jacqueline and Tracey," said the master sternly. "Both to be punished for an act of immorality committed in young Madam Jacqueline's bed."

"By all means," said Mr Bowler, "Let us have 'em in."