Pippa Part 7

Pippa was tremendously excited when she found me the next day. She recounted all that happened the day before and the story that Charlotte and Lucy had told her. I had met the twins already and liked them very much. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams imagined that they would be enjoy being spanked like Pippa did.

‘But they look so sweet and innocent.’ I protested.

‘Don’t I then.’ said Pippa fluttering her eyelashes.

I laughed and gave her a gentle poke in the ribs. ‘You look pure as the driven snow when you don’t do that.’ I said. ‘I just never imagined Lucy and Charlotte…’

‘No neither did I.’ admitted Pippa ‘But I caught them red-handed .. or should I say red-bottomed … so there’s no doubt.’

‘Do you think all girls like having their bottoms smacked.’ I asked.

‘I shouldn’t think so for one moment.’ said Pippa
‘Shame.’

Now she cuffed me. ‘You can stop imagining spanking Lucy and Charlotte right now.’ She said severely.

I laughed and then gave her a quick squeeze. ‘It’s alright my love I’m perfectly content with applying my art to your pretty bottom.’
‘Oh you’re an artist now are you?’ she said ‘Then when are you going to get around to your masterpiece?’

‘Do you think the twins might be amenable to this afternoon?’ I asked.

‘I’ll speak to them at lunchtime.’ Pippa smiled, giving me one of her naughtiest looks. ‘Come over anyway, if I can’t let you give me a good spanking, I’ll make you tea instead.’

‘Couldn’t we have both?’ I said cheekily.

‘Greedy! We’ll see’ she said. She gave me a cheeky smile over her shoulder, and a little wiggle of her hips as she flounced off towards her lecture.
Oh I was looking forward to that afternoon. But Pippa had been very astute, she had seen the gleam in my eye when she had told me about Lucy and Charlotte. If I was honest with myself I would have to admit that the thought of punishing either, or preferably both, of those pretty twins was an enticing thought. And yet, I knew it was not something I would ever do against Pippa’s will. She was the girl I loved, and all that really mattered to me was that she was happy. I watched her disappear into the university library, feeling, once more, like the luckiest man alive.
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How I managed to concentrate at all during that lecture I can’t imagine. Certainly the sparse notes that I took were not worth the paper that they were written on. My mind was on other things, most particularly what would happen that afternoon. It had been a long time since Tom had spanked me. Over a year ago I had enjoyed that wonderful fortnight at Hambleton Hall. The final act of that holiday had been the school game we had played up in the attic. Then Tom had taken the cane and given me twenty-five hard strokes across my bare bottom. Twenty-five strokes that had taken me on to a wonderful orgasm that still made me shiver whenever I thought of it, and believe me I had thought of it often over the last fourteen months. And now we were to reawaken that aspect of our relationship that had lain dormant for so long. I found myself thinking anxious thoughts… would it still excite me as it had in the past? Would Tom still enjoy punishing me? Perhaps my pain threshold would be lower than before and I wouldn’t be able to take so much? I tried to put those worries aside - in a few hours time Tom and I would discover again whether this was the strong erotic motor of our relationship or not, I would have to be patient until then.

I found Charlotte and Lucy at lunchtime in the refrectory. Thankfully they were sitting alone and so I was able to talk to them.

‘Could we have the staircase door closed for a while this afternoon… Tom’s coming over?’

I must have sounded rather over eager for both twins giggled.


‘You’re very keen Pippa! I don’t know if its convenient.’ Lucy smirked.


Charlotte saw the expression on my face and gave her sister a sharp dig in the ribs. ‘Don’t tease Lucy… of course it’s alright Pippa … we’re both in this afternoon and we weren’t planning on going anywhere, we’ll lock the door after Tom has arrived.’

‘Thanks.’ I said gratefully.

I should perhaps explain that it was a long held tradition at Summerville that if a staircase door was closed then the residents of that staircase were not receiving visitors. Only if the door at the bottom was open would visitors go up and knock on one’s door. It was a system for ensuring that you could get a little privacy, especially if you needed to get some work done. Closed staircases were very common around exam time!


I thought carefully about what I should wear. I had brought my old school uniform with me - that held many special memories, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play a role that afternoon. My riding things were a possibility, they too had a good resonance of a very exciting afternoon. But riding clothes in the absence of a horse felt a bit false. In the end I decided that smart and sexy was the look to go for. I found out my prettiest lingerie. A black silk basque, with matching knickers and stockings. They were beautiful things that made me feel good to wear. I put on a simple black dress and high healed shoes, combed my hair through until it was a shiny blonde curtain and put a simple pearl choker around my neck. I checked my appearance in the mirror - rather beautiful if I said so myself.


Tom was dead on time. He came upstairs and knocked on my door. As I let him in I saw Lucy go down to close and lock the staircase door. She gave me a wink as she passed.


Tom kissed me gently on the lips and then stood back to look at me.


'You look totally stunning Pippa.’ He said ‘More beautiful than ever.’


I felt the colour rise to my face at this compliment.


‘I do try.’ I said as lightly as I could manage.

Tom pulled me towards him and kissed me again, passionately. He ran his hands down my back and squeezed my bottom.


‘What would you like to do?’ he asked softly.

‘It’s up to you.’ I replied ‘I’m totally under your orders…. Sir.’

I felt his cock harden against me.
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‘Totally under your orders sir.’ What a lovely phrase that was and she said it so deliciously.

I took a step back from her and sat myself on her sofa. She was looking so lovely today, she had dressed herself in a simple black dress, but it was the perfect choice for it gave a wonderful contrast to her fair skin and blonde hair. She wore her hair down and it shone like gold in the sunlight coming from the window.

‘I want you to begin by taking your dress off.’ I said

‘Yes sir.’ She replied.

She turned her back on me and slowly unzipped her little dress. Then in one swift movement she let it fall from her shoulders to drop completely from her and to land in a crumpled heap around her ankles. I took a deep breath. If I thought she had been looking lovely before, now she looked totally stunning. She was wearing black lingerie, a basque edged with fine lace, suspenders attached, matching knickers and fine silk stockings. She turned back to face me, her eyes smiling and the ghost of a wicked smile on her lips.

‘Beautiful.’ I said softly.

I let my eyes drink in her loveliness once more.

‘What shall I do to please you sir?’ she asked, her clear blue eyes looking into mine.

‘I think those knickers had better come down.’

‘Yes sir.’

Again she turned her back on me. She placed her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and began to ease them down. She did it wonderfully slowly, teasingly slowly, inching them down, gradually exposing her pretty bottom.

‘Bring them here.’ I said

She bent down and retrieved her knickers from around her ankles then stepped forward with them in her hand. I took them from her and she stepped back from me. Her knickers were very damp.

‘ Naughty girl.’ I said ‘You’ve made your knickers all wet. Come here.’

Obediently she stepped forward. There was the golden triangle at the juncture of her thighs. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh then slipped my fingers between her legs. She widened her stance a little and gave a soft moan as the tip of my finger caressed her clitoris. She wriggled her hips as my fingers played.

‘Stand still you naughty girl.’ I said sternly.
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I couldn’t stand still, not with his fingers playing with me down there. I was already feeling aroused simply through putting myself under his control and undressing for him, now I was very excited indeed.

‘What happens to naughty girls who can’t stand still?’ he asked me.

‘Mmmmm’ I gave a little moan as he inserted a single finger inside me. ‘They… they get punished sir.’ I said.

‘And how do they get punished Pippa?’

‘By having their bottoms spanked.’ I said, feeling my arousal increase even further as I said the words.

‘Turn around.’ He ordered.

I turned away from him, my back to him. He stroked the backs of my legs above my stocking tops and then rubbed his hand between my legs again. With his other hand he began to spank me… quite gently at first… but then a little harder… and then really hard. All the time his fingers played with my pussy and I’m sure he could feel how worked up I was getting. After a few moments he paused. My bottom was already smarting but I wanted more.

‘Go through into the bedroom and lie on your tummy.’ He told me.

He gave me a few moments to follow his instructions and then I heard him follow me through. I turned my head to look at him. He was now semi-naked, dressed just in his shirt, nothing else. His cock was erect. He knelt on the bed behind me and his hands were on my legs. I let him manouvre me as he wanted; I was totally under his will. He parted my legs and made me lift my bottom.

I waited for the next smack to land, but it never came. Instead, suddenly I felt his warm breath on my pussy and then the most incredible sensation as he used his lips and tongue on the place where his fingers had been playing before. This was a totally new experience that had me moaning and writhing within a few seconds; it was the most incredible sensation.

He kissed me like that for what seemed like hours but was only a minute or two. He spoke again.

‘Turn around Pippa, on your Tummy.’

I turned around on the bed, still face down. He was kneeling and his cock was almost in my face. I knew what he wanted me to do. I ran my fingers around the head of his cock then opened my lips and took him into my mouth, now it was his turn to groan with pleasure.

He managed to speak through what seemed like gritted teeth. I suppressed an urge to giggle.

‘I’m going to give you twenty hard smacks on your bottom.’ He told me. ‘If you haven’t made me come by the time you’ve had them then I will give you kisses again while you count to twenty.’ It was a wonderful idea. His hand was on my bottom again and a moment later it smacked down hard, very hard. I had noticed this before … the more excited Tom grew, the harder he spanked me!

Twenty times his hand came smacking down on my naked cheeks. All the time I played with him in my mouth, running the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, feeling his response with every smack he gave me. He must have been trying very hard for despite my efforts he didn’t come.

He was true to his word. He turned me over onto my back and kissed the inside of my thighs. Then with his head nestling between my legs he went to work on me again. I counted to twenty…. Very slowly if I am honest… I was enjoying this very much indeed.

Twice more we changed places that afternoon. Finally he came, his cock spurting in my mouth as his hand smacked my bottom very hard. I came almost at the same moment… the effect of my hot bum, combined with a well kissed pussy producing an orgasm of rippling intensity.

He held me in his arms and kissed me tenderly.

‘I think you promised me tea as well.’ He said with a broad grin.
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It was the first time I had ever done that - kissed her in that intimate way. I had thought about it before, especially after Pippa had taken me in her mouth. I wasn’t sure how she would react to it - whether she would like it or not. I needn’t have worried. She was already highly aroused, and I could tell that I was doing the right thing almost from the moment my lips touched her pussy. She was lovely to kiss down there, soft and wet and I just loved the way she squirmed and wriggled and moaned as I went to work with my tongue and mouth.

It was lovely too to redden her bottom again. It had been a long time since I had had that particular pleasure. She reddened very quickly, probably because her bottom was so sensitive after so many months away from being regularly spanked. The best bit though was that it was every bit as exciting as it had been before. I had been slightly anxious that it wouldn’t be the same, and that is why I had used only my open hand and not any other implement.

As we sat in bed, drinking our tea I thought of all the fun we would have over the coming term. Oxford would be even more perfect than it had proved to be already.
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Not long after Tom had gone, that very same afternoon there was a knock on the door. Charlotte and Lucy were there and I invited them in.

I made some more tea and cut them both a slice of cake and we sat around my little table. I could tell that they were bursting with curiosity but didn’t quite know how to raise the subject. We talked about everything - the weather, the university, parents, home until at last Lucy was able to contain herself no longer.

'How was it with Tom?’ she asked and then blushed red in embarrassment at the way her question had rushed out. I couldn’t help but giggle.

‘It was lovely thank-you Lucy.’ I replied.
‘Did you… you know…?’ she said
‘Oh Lucy, there’s no need to be so coy about it, we all know what was going on. Yes Tom, gave me a jolly good spanking, which I badly needed. It was very exciting and afterwards we made love. Is that what you wanted to know?’

Lucy blushed again. ‘Yes .. thanks Pippa.’

I suddenly felt ashamed at my rudeness. ‘Oh Lucy, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sound curt.’ I said ‘Yes it was very very special and really I’ve got you two to thank for making it possible. I think we would have spent the whole term getting very frustrated if you and Charlotte hadn’t been in on our secret.’

Lucy smiled. ‘It’s alright, I shouldn’t have been so nosy, it’s just that from our room it did sound very exciting. Does Tom spank you hard?’

‘Yes, I suppose he does.’ I admitted.

I saw Charlotte shift in her chair. I recognized that movement and the way a little colour was coming to her cheeks. It was exactly how I got when I was getting excited.

Now Charlotte spoke. ‘Pippa, Lucy and I have been talking things over. We couldn’t help but hear what you and Tom were up to. We know it’s rather cheeky, and you can say no if you want to.. and we shan’t be upset…. but…’

I knew what was coming.

‘But… we both wondered… if you might let Tom spank us as well.’

Lucy cut in hurriedly ‘We’re not trying to take him away from you, he’s your boyfriend we know that, but you see neither of us have ever been spanked by a man… it’s something we’ve talked about a bit.’

'Be honest Lucy… we’ve talked about it incessantly.’ Charlotte interrupted.

‘And we just wanted to experience it… even if its just once. It must be very different to being spanked by your own sister.’

I sat back and thought for a moment. I didn’t quite know how to react. I remembered how I had felt when Tom had caned Claire, the mixed feelings of satisfaction and envy. But of course, back then, Tom and I were at the very start of our relationship, we had made love for the very first time only the day before. Now eighteen months on we were far more established and secure. Perhaps it would be fun to involve Lucy and Charlotte - perhaps it would be worth trying just once.

‘I think before I give you an answer I would need to speak to Tom.’ I said. ‘I’m not saying no, but neither am I saying yes… not quite yet.’

‘That’s OK.’ said Charlotte ‘I don’t think we were expecting an immediate answer.’ She looked a little uncomfortable.

‘Would you like another cup of tea.’ I said trying to reduce the tense feeling that was now in the air.

Lucy giggled at the sudden change of subject and a moment later we were all giggling. I gave them both a quick hug.

‘I’m glad we discovered each others little kink.’ I said ‘I think we’re going to be great friends.’

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Pippa broached the subject with me almost as soon as we met. We had gone for a stroll along the banks of the river, enjoying the last of the Autumn sunshine.

‘Tom, can I ask you something?’ she said

‘Of course you can. What is it?’

‘Well the twins have asked me whether you would agree to spank them as well as me.’

I was a little taken aback for when the same subject had come up only a couple of days before Pippa had seemed to reject it out of hand - now it was her who was broaching it.

‘What do you think?’ I asked, playing for time.

‘I think… I think I wouldn’t mind.’ She said slowly.

I could hear the hesitancy in her voice. I took both her hands and turned her to face me.

‘I know what’s worrying you Pippa.’ I said ‘You’re afraid that I might fall for one of them instead of you. Well there’s no need to be concerned about that at all… I love you… no-one else… its quite simple.’

She gave me a grateful hug and a kiss on the end of my nose. ‘I love you too Tom Elliot. But its not just that… it’s … well do you remember caning Claire… and how that made you feel?’

How could I forget caning the pretty Claire Deschamps - the only other girl I had ever punished besides Pippa?

‘You mean… the way it got me excited?’ I asked

She nodded.

‘Let me be honest with you Pippa. If I were to spank Lucy or Charlotte that would probably get me aroused too. But that’s where it would end. I wouldn’t want to touch them or kiss then or do any of the things I do with you. Those things are just for us…and if you want to keep spanking in that category as well.. that’s ok by me.’

She slowly shook her head. ‘No I think we could have some fun with Lucy and Charlotte… and I know you well enough to trust you. I think if we make it more formal than erotic then it will be fine. They were great with us the other day… in a sense we are in their debt.’

‘Not quite to the tune of five pounds.’ I smiled giving her bottom a little pat.

Pippa giggled ‘No not quite that special sum.’

Pippa Part 6

I went up to Summerville College, Oxford, in the Autumn of 1963 to read History. Summerville was, of course, a women’s college, none of the colleges at that stage had gone co-educational and would not do so for at least another decade. Oxford in the early 1960s was still a very traditional place. The college gate was locked at 11pm and woe betide any girl who was caught with a young man in her rooms after that time.


Nevertheless, I was wildly happy. At last I could be together with Tom, who was now entering his second year at St. John’s. I had also been lucky in the draw for rooms. I had been given a very nice set comprising of a lounge cum study and a large bedroom with a view out onto the first courtyard. It was a staircase shared with just one other room, the room in question being the property of a pair of twins Lucy and Charlotte Greenwood. I had better describe Lucy and Charlotte for they feature heavily in this part of the story as well. As I have said, the Greenwood sisters were twins; twins but not identical. Lucy was the smaller of the two standing just over five foot three, Charlotte was an inch or so taller. Lucy was dark haired, her hair straight and cut shoulder length. Charlotte had fair hair, not as blonde as mine and with a slight wave at the ends. As a result of their different colouring the twins didn’t look at all alike and most people who knew one of them didn’t realise that the other was a sister, let alone a twin. But that difference in looks didn’t mask the fact that each in her own way was very pretty. Not only that, but they were also lovely people and we very soon became chums. I quickly discovered that both had been at Cheltenham and had known Tom’s sister Jenny, despite her being a good few years older than them.


It was great to be back with Tom. The very first day, after Mummy and Daddy had left, he insisted on taking me all around Oxford, showing me the sights, and helping me to get my bearings. We went back to his room at St. John’s for a coffee… for a coffee and a first proper kiss! It had been a long time but the fire was still very much there. Suffice it to say that one thing led to another and we made very good use of his narrow college bed, albeit very quietly, since the sound of lovemaking would very quickly be heard and recognized by his neighbours.

Afterwards as we lay in bed he ran his hands over my bottom.


‘You have got the most magnificent bum Pippa.’ He told me.


‘Compliments will get you everywhere.’ I giggled ‘I bet I know what you’d like to do to it!’


‘Sadly not here though.’ He said ‘Far too noisy.’
‘We’ll have to find a way.’ I said ‘I’ve been longing for a good spanking all year!’


I felt his cock stiffen at those words.


‘Pippa you are incorrigible.’ He said smiling broadly.


‘And that’s why you love me so much.’ I replied with a giggle. I stroked his cock into hardness again. ‘For now, you’ll just have to imagine you’ve already had me at the mercy of your stingy cane and that I’ve got a nice red bottom. Let’s make love again!’
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It had been a frustrating year with Pippa still at school and me at Oxford. But we had made the best of it, seeing each other whenever we could. The vivid memories of that previous summer had sustained me through much of it but now at last I had Pippa again, Pippa in the flesh rather than in the imagination… a thing much to be preferred.

I met up with her the afternoon she arrived at Summerville. After her parents had gone I showed her around the town. I could hardly believe we were together at last. Simply holding her hand as we walked through the streets made my heart beat faster. She was as beautiful as ever. Her arms still brown from the summer, her long blonde hair bleached blonder still by the sun. I felt myself to be the luckiest man alive.

We ended up back at my college for coffee. I’m not sure we drank much coffee in the end. One kiss led to another and one blouse button undone was soon me undressing her completely. We lay naked in bed and made love gently and tenderly. We had to be quiet to avoid coming to the attention of others, but actually it was a rather special way to renew our relationship which had been on hold all year.
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The chance to do the things we enjoyed - the things that the need to be quiet prevented us from doing came a few weeks later.


That chance arose from a totally unexpected quarter. I was sitting in my room, drinking a cup of coffee and reading up for my next tutorial. It was around ten o’clock on a Tuesday morning, a time when normally I would be attending a lecture. But today the lecture had been cancelled because Dr Hanson was unwell, so I had time to myself.

I’m sure I would never have found out about them had it not been for that fortunate cancelled lecture. I suspect that Lucy and Charlotte thought that they had the staircase to themselves and that there was no danger of being overheard. Whatever the circumstance, my reading was interrupted by an unmistakable sound - the sound of someone having their bottom soundly spanked.

I got up and went to the door. The sound was louder out there and was definitely coming from the direction of Charlotte and Lucy’s room. I crept across the landing. They had left the door ever so slightly ajar, and I couldn’t resist peeping.

The sight that met my eyes had my heart in my mouth in an instant. Lucy was stretched face down over her sister’s knee and Charlotte hand was coming down hard and repeatedly on Lucy’s bottom. Lucy’s skirt was bunched up around her waist, her knickers around her knees and already her bare cheeks were taking on that rosy hue that I had come to enjoy so much myself. Lucy’s eyes were closed and her mouth a little open, there was an expression of tender pleasure on her face.

I knew what I must do. If I tried to talk to them later then they would deny everything. There was only one possible course of action. I pushed open the door.


‘Hi there!’ I said brightly.


Charlotte and Lucy froze into a stunned tableau. The shocked expressions on their faces were so funny that I just had to giggle. Lucy was the first to recover. She got up quickly from Charlotte’s knees, hastily pulling up her knickers and smoothing her skirt into place.

Charlotte looked up at me with anxious eyes.

‘That’s torn it.’ She said ruefully ‘You won’t tell will you Pippa?’ she said, the worry clear in her voice.


I entered the room and closed the door behind me.

I smiled at them both encouragingly. ‘I’m not going to tell on you, you silly pair. We’re friends aren’t we? And friends don’t tell tales on each other. However, if you make me a coffee I’ll tell you a story about myself that you might be rather interested to hear.’

Charlotte made me a fresh mug of coffee and when I had taken a sip of it I began to tell them. I told them about Westland Hall, I told them about the saga of the five pound note. I told them about the two times that Tom had applied the slipper to my bottom. I didn’t reveal the fact that Tom had caned me nor the other things that had gone on the summer after Tom had left Westland Hall. But what I did do was to describe just what the effect of being punished was for me, how excited and aroused having my bottom spanked always made me feel.

‘And it’s the same for you isn’t Lucy… ‘ I said softly ‘I could tell by the look on your face.’ I gave her an encouraging smile


Lucy smiled back at me. As I had recounted my story the expressions on both girls’ faces had turned from apprehension to relief. Now Lucy smiled with the smile of someone who has just had a great weight lifted from her shoulders.

‘Oh Pippa, yes!’ she said gladly ‘Yes, that’s exactly the effect it has on me too. And Charlotte too.’


Charlotte grinned rather guiltily but nodded her head in agreement.


‘We thought we were the only ones.’ said Lucy. ‘We thought we must be weird or something.’


‘We’ve always kept it a secret up ‘til now - we never thought anyone else would understand.’ Charlotte spoke for the first time.

‘Well I understand.’ I said. ‘I understand perfectly.’


‘It must be lovely having a boy spank you.’ Charlotte said wistfully.


I nodded my head. ‘It is, especially when it’s a boy like Tom that you care about very deeply.’


‘I’m very envious.’ Charlotte said.
 ‘Tell me how it all started for you.’

Charlotte looked across at her twin. ‘Do you want to or shall I?’


‘No Charley, you tell the story.’


‘Ok. Well it was when we were both in the lower sixth at Cheltenham. You know what it’s like at school, even when the food is half decent you’re always hungry. Probably because of the amount of phys ed they have you doing all the time.

Well it was after a netball match. Lucy and I were trailing along behind as the rest of the team were heading back to the changing rooms. It was the last lesson of the day so there was no hurry. We had noticed it every time we passed it, a wonderful cherry tree growing just the other side of the school wall. The cherries were perfectly ripe, just asking to be picked. Well, we were hungry and supper seemed like hours away. It didn’t take a moment to climb up onto the wall and sitting there, to pick a handful of cherries each. We had both just put the first cherries into our mouths when we were startled by a voice below.’

‘It was an older lady. Not elderly… in her fifties I guess.’ Lucy picked up the story now. ‘She was really cross. She ordered us down from the wall at once. We didn’t have much choice. We were in our school netball kit and it was obvious where we were from. If we had run she would have telephoned the school and we would have been in serious trouble. We both dropped to the ground and stood there rather shame faced. She told us that her name was Miss Hart and that we were to follow her up to the house. Once inside her drawing room she gave us a very stern lecture, telling us how very naughty we were and that we were wicked little thieves. Then she asked us what would happen if she reported us to the school.’

‘I answered that.’ Charlotte broke in. ‘I told her that we would certainly be in trouble and would probably be sent before the headmistress. I remember the Miss Hart’s next words very clearly indeed; she said “And then you shall be beaten I expect.” She said it with a rather gloating air as though she was very pleased that that would be our fate. She was disappointed when I assured her that, to the contrary, we didn’t have corporal punishment at Cheltenham Ladies College and that we would probably be put in detention. “That won’t do at all’ she said “I shall have to deal with you myself”’
 ‘You can imagine how we were feeling by then can’t you Pippa?’ Lucy said.


‘Yes, I remember it very clearly with Tom.’ I replied, calling to mind exactly the state of nervous apprehension I was in when Tom announced that I was to receive the slipper.

Lucy took up the story again. ‘I was first. She put an upright chair in the middle of the room and sat down. Then she called me over. “I am going to give you the spanking you deserve young lady, get over my knee.” Well, I was shaking like a leaf but I knew I had to do what she said, so awkwardly I bent over her lap. I’m sure Miss Hart had spanked someone before, for in a trice she had me properly positioned over her lap. She lifted my skirt but thankfully didn’t try to pull my knickers down; I was very grateful for that small mercy. She didn’t give me much time to think about it but started smacking my bum really hard. It was quite a shock I can tell you. I had never been spanked before. Had you Pippa, before Tom?’

‘No’ I answered ‘I don’t think many nice girls like us do get spanked these days.’

‘In some ways it was worse for me.’ Charlotte said ‘I had to watch Lu being punished, knowing that it was my turn next. Lucy was being very brave, she didn’t cry, which made me determined not to cry as well. That resolve was pretty soon put to the test, for a few minutes later it was me over Miss Hart’s knee. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. Within moments my poor bottom was smarting like mad. I don’t know how many she gave me - it felt like hundreds!’

Lucy giggled ‘You always exaggerate it was more like twenty - thirty at the most.’


‘Well, however many it was I was pretty sore by the time she stopped. She gave us another lecture and then at last let us go. On the way back to school Lucy was pretty quiet. I could tell she wanted to tell me something but didn’t quite know how.’

‘You see, Pippa, we’re very close really, we usually tell each other everything so Charley could sense when I was holding back at her. The thing was that the spanking had produced rather unexpected feelings in me and I didn’t quite know how to ask Charley if she felt the same.’

‘Which was funny because exactly the same thoughts were going through my head too. How was I going to admit to Lucy that although my poor botty was stinging like crazy I was also all worked up.’


‘Well eventually when we got back to our room we both admitted the truth. It made us giggle at first, but a week later we were both dying to get spanked again. Of course we could have gone stealing cherries again, but that might well have got us in trouble at school. In the end we decided to do the obvious thing… I would spank Charley and she would spank me.’
 ‘Weren’t you afraid of someone hearing you?’ I asked.


‘Not really… when you’ve been at a school a long time you know the places to go to get a bit of privacy.’ Lucy said. Charley giggled.


‘Do you remember spanking me in the school chapel after evensong?’ she said grinning. ‘The poor old chaplain would have had a heart attack if he had come back and found us!’

‘Wish it was as easy here.’ Lucy sighed.


I smiled ‘Well, it is now. We have the staircase to ourselves, with the door locked at the bottom, no-one will be able to hear a thing. Just let me know when you want to and I’ll make sure the door is closed and the coast is clear, if you two could do the same for me and Tom?’


Both twins grinned ‘It’s a deal.’ They said in unison.

Train to St Petersburg

Imagine a train crossing a snowy Russian landscape. Imagine a man on that train; a middle-aged man, with hair starting to turn grey at the temples, an intelligent looking man with shrewd blue eyes. Now imagine a girl; a Russian girl with raven-black hair, eighteen years old, a beautiful girl sharing a compartment with that man. Not an everyday occurrence maybe but not too an usual a thing.


But there is something strange about the scene for the two of them are not sitting talking, neither are they ignoring eachother, each lost in their own private thoughts. No, the girl is face down over the lap of the man, her skirt is bunched up around her waist, her knickers down around her knees. In her small, soft hand she holds a pocket watch and as the hand second hand ticks round to mark off another minute she murmurs some words in Russian. As soon as he hears the words the man brings his open palm down hard on the girl’s bare bottom, reddening the area he spanks, an area that is already red. Six times the man’s hand comes down and the girl moans softly and writhes across his lap.
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Lara knew there was a mistake the moment she boarded the train in Moscow. It was a journey she had made many times before, the overnight sleeper to St. Petersburg. She had flown into Moscow three days before to spend some time with her brother before making the train journey north to her mother’s house in St. Petersburg. She always liked to travel on the famous Red Arrow train, the Krasnaya Strela. It was her brother who had booked the ticket for the train and therefore he who had made the mistake. Lara always travelled first class in the Spalny Vagon and invariably when the ticket was purchased it was for both berths in the compartment giving her the luxury, and security of travelling alone. This time, that had not happened and Lara, checking her ticket found that only one berth had been reserved. Her brother had compounded the error by booking the ticket in his own name, which was why it was that when Lara entered the compartment she found that, not only did she not have it to herself, but also that she would be sharing with a man. Of course, she could have made a fuss, but she was experienced enough to know that complaining would have got her nowhere, indeed it might end up making things worse and she would have to endure the journey in the crowded, communal atmosphere of ‘Platskartny’, third class. So she said nothing, merely smiled a brief greeting to the businessman who was sitting on the edge of his bunk reading a newspaper. He acknowledged her greeting with a nod of his head.

Lara stowed her things in the under-bunk locker already having made her mind up that she would stay fully dressed and sleep on top of the bunk; she had no intention of getting changed for bed in front of this stranger. So she kicked off her shoes, lay on the bed and got out the book she had brought for the journey; it was a Thomas Hardy novel that she had first read at school. She lay back to read as the train pulled out of the station and began its journey through the night.

For the first hour there was silence between them. Lara read her book, occasionally glancing up to sneak a sly look at the man who still seemed absorbed in his newspaper. Eventually, it was he who spoke first, breaking the tension and when he spoke he did so not in Russian but English.

“Are you English?” he asked.

Lara shook her head and replied in Russian “No I’m Russian.”

‘That’s a difficult book for a Russian girl,’ he commented.

Lara smiled “I’ve spent the last seven years in England, at boarding school there. My English is as good as my Russian.”

“An English boarding school? An interesting choice for a Russian girl. I take it that our own schools aren’t good enough for you?”
Lara flushed slightly, sensing the hostility in the question. “No, it’s not like that. I didn’t have any choice in the matter. My father died when I was very young. He left a lot of money in trust for my education and stipulated that he wanted me to go to school in England. I come back every holiday but now school has finished and I’m back home for good. This is home, Russia is my motherland.”

“What is your name?” the man asked, regarding her with his cold blue eyes.
“Larissa Talenski,” Lara replied. “But everybody calls me Lara.”

“So Lara Talenski… did you enjoy your English education?”

“Yes,” Lara replied, with a smile, hoping that he might smile too. “I made a lot of good friends and learned a lot too.”

The man maintained his emotionless expression. “It is good to learn,” he commented, “Good to learn those things that make for character and self-discipline. Did you learn those things Lara Talenski?”

Lara was starting to feel very self-conscious under the intensity of his questions. “I guess so…” she replied, feeling herself blush a little under his unremitting gaze.

“They treated you strictly?” the man asked, “Do they still use the cane in English schools?”

Lara felt herself blush even more. “It was strict, yes. But corporal punishment was abolished years ago. And I’m very glad about that!” she tried to lighten the tone but he was having none of it.
“A pity. Girls like you need strong discipline.”

Lara felt a flash of anger run through her. “What do you mean? Girls like me? You don’t know me. You have no idea who I am or what I am like.”

The man smiled for the first time, but the smile held no warmth. “That is where you are wrong Lara Talenski. I know you very well. You are rich and spoiled and arrogant. As was your father before you.”

“My father?” Lara gasped “But…”
“Vladamir Talenski. I knew him well. Rich, spoiled, arrogant. He deserved to die young.”

The anger that had flashed up inside Lara now burned fierce and clear. How dare he insult the memory of her father… her ‘Daddy’… the man she had never known but had idolized all her life. Before she knew what she was doing she was on her feet. She drew her hand back and slapped the man full across his face, catching him again with the back of her hand as she brought it back for a second blow. She never got to slap him a third time for his reactions were lightning fast and suddenly he had her wrists in his hands, his grip like steel.

“That was a very foolish thing to do Lara Talenski,” he said softly “Very foolish indeed.”

Lara tried to pull her wrists away but he was far stronger than she.

“You have no idea who I am, who you have just assaulted do you?”

Lara felt the hot anger drain away to be replaced by a cold fear. She shook her head.

“Does the name Mikael Dmitriov mean anything to you?” he asked. Lara’s soft gasp told him that she recognized the name only too well. This man was the businessman her mother worked for. The man on whom her mother depended for her livelihood. It was a good job, a highly paid job and it was a job that her mother needed.

“Please, I’m sorry… I just lost my temper…. please... for my Mother’s sake,” Lara begged.

“Your mother is a good woman. And it would be wrong for her to suffer on behalf of her daughter. It is not her fault that an expensive English education has failed to teach you self-restraint and self-discipline. It is you, not her, who must be disciplined.”
Dmitriov released Lara’s wrists. “Stay there and don’t try to run away.” He ordered. He got up from his bunk and opened the door of the compartment. He was gone only a matter of moments, gone to have a quiet word with the carriage attendant, the provodnitsa.

He closed the door as he re-entered the compartment. “Now we won’t be disturbed,” he said.

Lara, stood there, shocked, frightened, feeling incredibly vulnerable. “What are you going to do?” she asked him in a trembling voice.

“I am going to treat you as your Father should have done.” He sat on the edge of the bunk, his feet on the floor. “Come here Lara… over my lap.”

Lara looked at him incredulously. Surely not….? Surely he wasn’t suggesting….? But she was eighteen… not a child. “I… I don’t understand,” she stammered.
“I am going to spank you Lara. Spank you like a little girl.”

“No please…” Lara begged, horrified at the thought. “Please… I’m sorry… you don’t have to punish me.”

“Oh but I do Lara. And I think you know that I do.”

His voice was soft but there was menace in the tone. Suddenly Lara knew that there was no way out, that she would have to submit, to let him do what he wanted to her. She felt tears come to her eyes, and brushed them away with the back of her hand. She stepped to his side and awkwardly bent forward. He guided her across his lap so that she was lying across him her face in the pillow at the end, her legs up on the bunk. She didn’t resist as she felt his hands go to the hem of her long skirt. He lifted her skirt all the way up, bunching it around her waist. The air was suddenly cool on her bare legs at the tops of her stockings. He let her lie there for a moment, but Lara knew he would not leave her like that. Sure enough she felt his fingers go to the waistband of her knickers. She wanted to scream, but knew it would do her no good. The only person who could help her was the provodnitsa and she had, no doubt, been richly rewarded for turning a deaf ear.

Lara felt her knickers come down. He slid them down to her knees then ran his flat hand over the curves of her bare bottom. Lara recoiled from his touch, but there was nowhere to go.

He began to spank her; quite gently at first. The smacks landing rhythmically, building up a beat. Gradually they got harder, more uncomfortable. And then, all of a sudden, very hard indeed. Stinging slaps that made Lara gasp with pain and writhe her hips. Stinging slaps that warmed her bottom and left it smarting and sore. Ten, twenty, thirty times he brought his hand down hard on Lara’s bottom turning it from white, to pink, to a rosy hue of red.

Then he stopped. And where he had just been hurting her now he rubbed.
Lara turned her head to look at him, relieved that it was over. It had been painful and humiliating, but bearable nonetheless. He saw her look and gave her that mirthless smile again.

“Don’t imagine that we have finished Lara, that was merely the appetizer for the main course.”

Lara felt her stomach turn over. She looked on as he reached into his jacket and took out an old-fashioned pocket watch. He passed it to her.

“You are going to keep the time Lara Talenski. Each time a minute is reached you are going to say “Please spank me” and I will then give you six hard smacks.”

“And what if I don’t?” Lara said petulantly.

“I don’t think you really want to be responsible for placing your mother in such jeopardy all for the sake of a little defiance do you?”

Lara quickly shook her head.

“Do as you are told then.”

Lara focussed her eyes on the watch face. She looked as the hand ticked slowly round, marking off the seconds. As it reached the twelve she said the required words.

“Please spank me”

She gasped as his hand came down hard on her bare bottom, igniting the pain again. She counted the smacks in her head…one…two…three…four…five…six! Oh it hurt so much! Then his hand was on her bottom again, caressing and rubbing the area he had just chastised. That was a much more pleasant feeling and Lara moaned a little as the soft stroking started to arouse her.

She remembered to look at the watch just in time to see the minute was up. She drew in her breath.
“Please spank me,” she said softly
He smacked her again. Six more hard slaps, reddening her pretty white cheeks. And then the stroking and the caressing. Lara felt feelings she had never experienced before. Sore and humiliated and yet strangely safe. Her poor bottom on fire, but a deep-seated pleasure starting to burn inside. The hand ticked round to the twelve again.

“Please…. spank me,” she murmured
The response was another six hard smacks. Lara writhed and kicked up her heels, then subsided as the hand caressed and soothed again. She was so sore and yet now, in a moment of pure self-knowledge Lara recognised that not only did she deserve this punishment, she needed and welcomed it. She knew too what her words must be as the hand marked off another minute.

‘Please…spank me… Daddy,’ she said softly.
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Imagine a train crossing a snowy Russian landscape. Imagine a girl, her skirt around her waist, her knickers around her knees. Her bottom, very, very red. And still three hours to St. Petersburg.

Pippa Chapter 5

It was amusing watching Pippa at dinner, she found it a real struggle to sit still, I guess her poor bottom must still have been smarting badly the way she wriggled on her seat. Thankfully I was the only one who noticed it.

The next few days were spent in Mother’s company. We drove into Norwich and Pippa bought herself a pretty new dress. I was glad to see that with her father restored to his former position money was no longer such a problem for her.

Our next chance to be alone came on the Friday and again it was Father’s suggestion.

‘Why don’t you take Pippa and Mother out on the river, it’s time that boat had an outing.’

‘Oh no thank you.’ Mother demurred. ‘I’ve got far too much to do today than to spend time gadding around on the river.’

‘I’m sure Pippa would like to go boating wouldn’t you?’ Father asked.

She gave him one of her radiant smiles. ‘I’d love to if Tom doesn’t mind rowing.’

‘Of course I don’t mind.’ I said ‘Do you think cook would pack us up a picnic and then we could make a day of it?’

‘I can’t see her objecting, she always had a soft spot for you Tom.’ my father grinned. ‘Go on the two of you and see if she’ll oblige.’

Cook was of course agreeable and so it wasn’t long before Pippa and I were making our way down to the boathouse carrying the picnic basket between us. She had changed into the dress that she had bought herself earlier in the week and looked good enough to eat.

We loaded the picnic into the little skiff and then I clambered in and held out my hand to support Pippa. She giggled girlishly as the boat wobbled under her, but she managed to gain her seat in the stern of the boat. A moment later I had pushed off from the bank, had taken the oars and started rowing upstream, figuring that downstream would be preferable on our return journey when I would be more tired.

Pippa lent back and let her fingers dabble in the water. She closed her eyes and a dreamy look settled on her face. I was content to row us steadily up the river, enjoying the glorious morning, the beauty of nature all around us, and the contentment of being with the one person who set my pulse racing.
Pippa opened her eyes and looked around her.

‘Oh Tom, this is just so lovely. It’s real Wind in the Willows stuff, I almost expect to see Mr Toad or Ratty or Mole.’

‘It is rather splendid isn’t it, and I think I know just the perfect place for our picnic.’

It took another forty-five minutes of rowing to get to the place I had in mind. It wouldn’t look much to anyone who didn’t know it, just a small wooded island set midstream. But I knew that hidden by the trees was an open grassy area that offered total seclusion and privacy. I tied up the boat, helped Pippa ashore and then led her through the trees and out into my sun-dappled clearing.
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Tom was clever. He must have discovered this place ages ago and had thought of it immediately when the river outing was suggested. It was perfect, a lovely soft grassy island, screened by the trees at the waters edge.

I helped Tom spread the picnic rug on the grass, then pulled him down onto it beside me. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him deeply, revelling in having him to myself again. We lay there entwined, just kissing and caressing, no more than that; I think we both wanted to wait until later to take things further.

Lunch was delicious. Cook had done us proud and there were all sorts of savoury delights to be enjoyed, with fresh fruit for dessert. We both lay back after the meal and enjoyed the feel of the sun on our faces and that wonderful sensation of being nicely full but not totally stuffed. It was probably the exertions of rowing followed by the good food but within five minutes Tom was fast asleep. I let him sleep for a little while, whilst I just sat and looked at his handsome face, thinking back to the moment when I had seen him for the first time on the steps of Dalton’s House and had mistaken him for a teacher. I blushed again at the thought of my silly mistake.

But then my thoughts turned to all the other things that had passed between us and the mischievous streak in me that usually lay buried well beneath the surface came to the fore. I quietly stood up and picked up one of the cups we had used earlier. I stole down to the river bank where the boat was tethered and filled the cup with cold river water. Desperately trying to suppress my giggles I crept back to where Tom was sleeping. Very gently I started to drip water from the cup onto his face. It took just a few drops for him to stir into life. As soon as I saw his eyes starting to open I gave him the rest of the cup… full in the face! He shot up into the upright coughing and spluttering. I was convulsed with laughter and threw myself down onto the rug beside him.

‘You looked so funny!’ I giggled.

‘Did I indeed…. You’ll look even funnier over my knee Pippa Hamilton!’

I felt my heart pound . ‘Go on then… dare you.’ I challenged him.

It was an unnecessary dare, he would have done it anyway. He grabbed me around the waist and although I kicked and struggled it wasn’t long before he had me face down over one leg, pinioned there with his other.

His hand was on my bottom, stroking and caressing before he started to spank me.

‘Say you’re sorry.’ He said

‘Shan’t’ I replied defiantly.

His hand cracked down on my bottom. Four sharp smacks on the seat of my skirt.

‘That doesn’t hurt.’ I taunted him.

‘Doesn’t it indeed!’

He reached back and went to lift my skirt but I whipped my hands back and tried to stop him. He caught both my wrists in his large hand and trapped them in the small of my back. Now with my hands safely out of the way and his leg holding me down he could disrobe me at his leisure. He took great delight in slowly lifting my skirt and then running his hand over my white knickers.

‘You beast!’ I said.

He laughed and began spanking me again. A little harder this time and ten smacks instead of just four. He paused.

‘Ready to apologise Pippa?’ he asked.

‘Never!’ I said vehemently.

‘Then I’m going to have to pull your knickers down aren’t I?’

‘Oh no not bare!’ I cried ‘Please not my bare bottom… anything but that’

I felt him suppress a laugh at this preposterous pleading, then his fingers were at the waistband of my knickers and there was nothing I could do to prevent them being pulled all the way down to my knees (not that I wanted to prevent him of course, but it was fun to pretend.) I gave a gasp of mock horror.

Now his hand was on my bare bottom. He teased me a little, running his finger down the cleft between my cheeks. It made me shiver when his fingertip skirted my little bum hole and then continued its journey southward. I was already very wet.

He lifted his hand and after a teasing moment of hesitation brought it down on my bare bum. I wriggled against him as I felt the sting. He concentrated on my left cheek to begin with….a dozen hard smacks that left it hot and smarting, then repeated the process on the other side.

‘Well Pippa, let’s hear the apology then.’ He said.

I shook my head ‘Won’t.’ I said petulantly like a spoiled child.

‘You are a naughty unrepentant little minx’ he said severely. ‘And you leave me no choice.’

I wondered what he was going to do. From my prone position I watched him pull the picnic basket towards him. He reached into the bottom, a grin on his face. A moment later I saw the reason for the grin. Hidden in the bottom of the picnic basket was the old slipper from Westland Hall. That slipper had very strong memories. It was the implement he had first used to punish me when I had admitted to stealing the five pound note. It was the slipper that he had used on my bare bottom when angrily he spanked me for failing to repay him the money he had leant me. It was a very special slipper. It made me go all gooey and wet just to see it again.

He rested it on my bottom, then lifted it high and brought it cracking down. It was just as I remembered it, a real burning sting. A few smacks with that left me hot and excited. It only took eight smacks to bring me to a state where I longed for him to fuck me, but Tom was determined to turn my bottom bright scarlet. A dozen more times he brought the slipper cracking down on my bouncing red cheeks. By the time he paused I was desperate for it.

‘Apologise.’ He said

‘Let me go and I’ll say sorry properly.’ I said.

He released my hands and I rolled over onto my back. I opened my legs in invitation. He didn’t need inviting twice….
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Our fortnight together was rapidly passing. The river and the picnic had been wonderful and all that had gone on afterwards had been as satisfying as anything that had passed between us before. The slipper had been an inspired idea. I had taken it from Westland Hall at the end of term in the hope that Pippa and I might get the chance to play with it again and that hope had been very much fulfilled. There was a second item I had brought with me and as the days went by without another opportunity to be alone with Pippa and to use it again I grew increasingly frustrated.

Finally on the day before Pippa was due to go home there came our opportunity. Father had gone up to London and Mother had a charity meeting to attend in Ipswich after lunch.

During the meal she asked if Pippa and I would do her a little job.

‘I was just wondering whether you two young things would be awfully sweet and clear out the two attic rooms for me?’ she asked. ‘There’s a lot of old things that need sorting through.’

‘Of course we will do it, won’t we Pippa?’ I said immediately

‘Yes of course.’ She agreed readily.

So after lunch when Mother had departed and the house was quiet we made our way up to the top story of the house. We always referred to it as the attic but it was in fact the old servants quarters. I had jumped at the chance at sorting through it for there were a few things that I remembered from my last visit up there. They were in the largest of the rooms if I recalled correctly.

I pushed open the door and smiled, yes this was what I remembered. There were a few cardboard boxes to move first and then all would be revealed.

‘Help me to shift these.’ I said to Pippa.

The boxes weren’t heavy and it was the work of just a few moments to move them out of the room. We had a quick look through them and confirmed that they contained mostly junk that could be discarded. That job done I led Pippa back into the room.

‘What are we doing back in here?’ she asked ‘The rest is just furniture isn’t it?’

‘Ah, but you wait and see what sort of furniture it is.’

I pulled the dust cover off the first to reveal a large desk. The second item was a pair of wooden chairs but it was only the third item that gave the game away. When the dustcover was taken off it was unmistakable - a classic school desk with a hinged top. Opening the lid revealed a couple of dusty but serviceable exercise books. Pippa looked at me with round eyes.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’ she said softly.

‘Are you thinking that we might play at schools?’

She gave me her naughtiest smile and nodded her head.

‘Where on earth has all this come from?’ she asked.

‘Until the nineteen-thirties this house like most other country houses had a schoolroom where the children of the house were taught… this is the furniture from that old schoolroom.’

I went over and removed another dustcover revealing a blackboard, still with a stick of chalk and board rubber nestling on the shelf beneath it.

‘So would you like to play?’ I asked.

‘Oh yes.’ She said emphatically. ‘It’s just a pity my uniform is at home.’

‘That needn’t be a problem.’ I said ‘I think if you look in the room where you found the riding clothes there should be some old school things of Jenny’s.’

Pippa grinned again. ‘Ok…. Meet you here in ten minutes.’
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I was in a state of nervous excitement as I ran down the stairs to the box room we had raided for the riding things. Jenny had been at Cheltenham Ladies’ College and so it was their bottle green uniform that I was looking for. It didn’t take me long to find the things that I was looking for - a white blouse, a pleated skirt, a blazer and a tie. From my own room I fetched my black stockings, my white suspender belt and a set of simple cotton knickers and bra. I was trembling as I put them on. There was a full length mirror in the room and I checked my appearance before heading off. There was just one detail to attend to. I found a green hair ribbon and tied back my long hair into a pony tail - then I was ready.

I took a few deep breaths as I went back up to the attic. The attic room door was closed now and I knew immediately what Tom intended for me to do. I lifted my hand and rapped on the door.

‘Enter.’ I heard him say.

He had gone and changed too. Instead of his casual country clothes he was wearing a dark suit and tie - it made him look older and sterner. He was seated behind the teacher’s desk

‘You sent for me sir?’ I asked in my best little girl voice.

‘Yes Miss Hamilton I did.’ He said coldly ‘What have you got to say for yourself.’

‘Sir?’

‘Don’t come the innocent with me young lady… you were seen… in town… out of bounds.’

‘Oh.’

‘Oh indeed Pippa. Do you have an explanation for your disregard of school rules?’

‘I … I… had to get something from the shops sir.’

‘That is no excuse girl. Neither you, nor any other girl has leave to be out of school and in town. Especially not for the purposes of shopping.’

‘I’m sorry sir.’

‘Oh you will be sorry Pippa, very sorry indeed.’

‘Sir?’ I tried my best to sound worried, but in truth was finding it hard to suppress a smile. Tom was playing this so well and I knew where it was heading… the slipper on my bare bottom again!

‘I warned the whole school what would happen to the next girl I caught out of bounds, it seems I must make good my promise. Do you recall what I said Miss Hamilton.’

I shook my head ‘No sir.’

‘I told everyone that the next time I caught a girl out of bounds she would be punished severely…. she would be caned.’

I was genuinely surprised, I never thought he would have a cane… he must have taken it from school when he left. My hand flew to my mouth.

‘Oh sir… no please… not the cane! Anything but that.’ I begged

‘Be quiet girl. I’m not debating the point with you. I don’t make threats that I don’t intend to carry out. You are lucky with your track record this term that you haven’t been caned before. You’ve had this punishment coming to you for a very long time indeed.’

Yes, I thought, three months since I had it last… and what an experience that had been!


Tom continued ‘Pippa Hamilton, I am going to cane you on your bare bottom, for the offence of being out of bounds.’

I gave a little gasp. ‘Does it have to be bare?’ I asked.


‘Are you arguing with me girl?’


‘No sir… I wouldn’t dare.’


‘Come over to the blackboard’ he ordered.

I stepped across and he handed me the chalk.


‘ I want you to write on the board that you are a very naughty girl who deserves to have her bare bottom thrashed.’
I gulped ‘Yes sir.’

With a very shaky hand I wrote I AM A VERY NAUGHTY GIRL AND I DESERVE TO HAVE MY BARE BOTTOM THRASHED.

‘Write it again.’ He said. ‘Keep on writing it till you’ve filled the board.’

It took my three minutes and ten repetitions to fill the blackboard with my wobbly script. He was busy behind me as I wrote.

‘Stand and look at it.’ He ordered ‘I want you to think about what you’ve got coming to you.’

I was already thinking about it and my knees felt weak at the thought. I was also very aware of just how wet the contemplation of my caning was making me.


I felt him lift the back of my skirt but this time made no effort to resist him. My skirt was lifted all the way, neatly tucked up, and then my knickers tugged down to just below the tops of my stockings.


‘Put your hands behind you.’ He commanded. I did so and immediately he placed the cane in my fingers.

‘Hold it across your bottom.’ He said

I held the cold rod across the centre of my cheeks. It was cold now but the effect it would be producing in a few moments time would be quite the reverse. I gave a little tremble of anticipation.

‘Read the words on the board.’ Tom said.

I cleared my throat and then in my best Roedean tones read aloud the dreadful words ‘I am a very naughty girl and deserve to have my bottom thrashed.’


'All the words.’ He ordered.
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Pippa looked beautiful standing there. The school uniform gave the whole scene a delightful authenticity. Pippa’s blonde pony tail hung down her back, her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her knickers were a white band that had now slipped down to her knees. The effect of her stockings and suspenders was to frame her bare bottom and to focus attention on its perfect shape.

‘I am a naughty girl and deserve to have my bare bottom thrashed.’ She said in her clear voice. Her fingers tightened on the cane as she repeated the words over and over again, and I could see that she was trembling.

I took the cane from her hands and led her by the elbow over to the school desk.

‘Bend over.’ I said

She bent forward and over the desk. She kept her feet well in and together, dipping her back and lifting her bottom to present a wonderfully rounded target.

‘I want you to count the strokes and ask for the next.’ I told her.

‘Yes sir.’ She replied.

I flexed the cane in my hands, feeling its natural suppleness and flexibility. I placed it across the centre of Pippa’s bare cheeks. She stiffened in anticipation. I waited a moment… took a deep breath… drew back my arm…. then brought the cane swishing down. It left an instant red stripe. Pippa gave her distinctive double gasp and moan.

‘One sir… thank you… may I have another?’ she said softly.

I lifted the cane then brought it down for a second time. She wriggled slightly and gasped again.

‘Two sir… thank you ….may I have another?’

I gave her six strokes before I paused. They weren’t the hardest of strokes but they were enough to produce some nice red lines on Pippa’s peach of a bottom.

I stepped forward and pulled her knickers down to her ankles. She lifted one foot and then the other so that I could remove them completely.

‘Oh my bottom’s so sore sir.’ She said.

‘It’s going to be sorer still by the time I’ve finished with you girl.’ I told her.

I put down the cane for a moment and ran my flat hand over her punished bottom, gently caressing the area where the cane had kissed.
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I was aflame. The burning lines across my bottom were setting my whole body alight with desire and arousal. His cool hands on me only emphasised how hot I was. Between my legs I was shamefully wet.

He picked up the cane again.

‘Widen your stance’ he said

I moved my feet apart. He tapped the inside of my thigh with the tip of the cane and I opened my legs even further… totally exposing myself to his view. But I didn’t care, I wanted him to see the effect he was having on me.

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I could see how excited she was. Her pussy was pink and wet and the inside of her thighs glistened too. I ran the tip of the cane up her leg again then let it play along the lips of her pussy. She moaned softly. I drew the cane down the inside of the other leg… right down to her pretty ankle and then lifted it to strike once more.

I caned her harder this time. Proper strokes that echoed around the half-empty attic. It took her longer to count each one as she fought to control herself. I had the satisfaction of seeing her have to draw up her leg to ride the pain, and twice she did that little stamping dance that always looked so pretty when performed by such an attractive girl.

I brought the cane down hard again.

‘Twenty-three.. thank you…’ she turned her head to look at me. ‘Harder please sir.’

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I don’t know what made me say that… but I was so delirious with pain and excitement that I hardly knew what I was saying. The cane was brought down so hard it took my breath away…. I writhed like mad and pressed myself against the hard surface of the desk.


I heard my voice speak again. ‘Twenty-four… thank you sir… another… harder.’


It was the twenty-fifth that did it. That brought me to an earth-shattering orgasm. It began across my smarting bottom, travelled up between my legs through the centre of my pussy and exploded inside my head. I gave a sharp, shrill cry of ecstasy and slumped forward over the school desk all my energy spent, my bottom smarting like mad, but a glow of satisfaction running through me.

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I helped Pippa to stand and she turned to face me. She lifted her face and I kissed her full on the mouth. I held her close, her body pressed against mine. I stroked down her back and gently caressed her hot little bottom. She sighed and rubbed herself against me.

As our kiss ended she sunk down onto her knees. With eager fingers she released my cock from my trousers. She licked her lips and then took me into her mouth. It was just like the last time, an amazing exquisite sensation. I was already highly aroused. Caning Pippa, hearing her ask to be caned harder, seeing her reach her orgasm had almost brought me to mine. With Pippa’s tongue playing around the head of my cock I couldn’t last long. I rang my fingers through her fair hair as I jerked and spurted. She held me tight then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at me with wet lips.

‘I think that was almost as nice as last time.’ she grinned. ‘I’ve been thinking about it ever since. I’m jolly glad you brought that cane home with you.’

‘So am I!’ I said wholehearted

We spent the rest of the afternoon doing the job that Mother had asked us to do, having first, of course, changed back into our original clothes. I think Mother would have found it rather surprising to have returned home and discovered Pippa in Jenny’s old school uniform and me in my best Sunday suit!

And so we came to our very last evening together. It was a rather morose little dinner party, but Mother did her best to keep the conversation going. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Pippa. Dressed for dinner she looked as beautiful as ever. Somehow she contrived too look totally sweet and innocent as well. To see her sitting there making polite conversation it was hard to believe that this was the same girl who are few hours earlier had been bent over an old school desk, her bare bottom lewdly on display begging to be caned harder! The only indication one might have got that all was not as it seemed was the way she couldn’t quite sit still and the little winces she gave as her weight shifted onto a particularly sore spot.

We watched some television after dinner and then all retired early. I gave both Mother and Pippa a chaste good night kiss and then made my way up to my bedroom.

I didn’t need any rocking, almost as soon as I turned the light off I was fast asleep.

It must have been about midnight when I suddenly awoke with a start. A hand went over my mouth to stop me shouting in alarm. A small soft hand…

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I lay on my front in bed totally unable to get to sleep. My bottom was still sore, I’m sure I could feel each and every cane line. But the effect of that was to leave me in a state of barely controlled arousal. Somehow the smarting lines produced a response in me that meant that while the sensation lasted I was constantly moist between my legs. After an hour of lying there I succumbed to temptation and slipped a finger in to rub myself gently.


One finger wasn’t enough though. It brought a little release, but not the release that my body longed for. I wanted Tom, wanted to be in his bed, his cock inside me like it had been in the meadow and beside the river.


I got out of bed and made my way stealthily out onto the landing. I mustn’t be caught but felt fairly confident that I wouldn’t be; the house was quiet now and Tom’s bedroom was remote from his mother’s.


I crept along the corridor and up the stairs to Tom’s door. Silently I let myself in. He was asleep, his breathing deep and soft. With the moonlight stealing in at the curtains I could see his face. Oh how I wanted him. I sat on the bed and gently ran my fingers over his face. He awoke with a start and I swiftly got my hand over his mouth to stop him crying out. His eyes widened as he saw who it was. He pulled back the bedclothes and I slipped into bed beside him


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Pippa was soft and warm in my arms. We didn’t speak, we didn’t need to, we both knew what we wanted. We kissed and she moved against me. Her fingers were on my cock and I slipped my own hand between her legs. She was already hot and wet. I cupped her bottom with the other hand, feeling the marks I had left there. She gave a soft moan and pushed her pussy against my fingers. I lifted her nightdress and gently kissed her pert breasts, first one and then the other, caressing the tips of her hard nipples with my tongue.

She straddled me, and guided my cock into place. I held her hips as she started to move on me, thrusting up into her as she pumped down on me. We moved together in perfect symmetry the only sounds our gasps and moans.

I moved my hands behind her, running down her back and then squeezing her bottom - gently at first and then harder. This made her give a wonderful high pitched moan and I squeezed again, feeling her body notch higher in excitement as I did so.

We made love for what seemed like an age. Twice she brought me to the edge before finally she made me come with a rapid series of movements that had me thrusting up into her with hot spurts. She came almost at the same moment… she bit her lip and her bottom clenched and unclenched and from the back of her throat there came a moan of an almost animal like quality. She collapsed against my neck, smothering my faces with kisses.

We slept in each others arms that night, waking at dawn, for Pippa to steal quietly back to her own room. It had been a night to treasure in my memory.

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Pippa Chapter 4

The summer holidays stretched before us. Eight weeks for me, twelve for Tom. Usually I loved the summer break, all those lovely days of freedom. But this year my pleasure was tempered by the thought that I would be apart from Tom. We had grown so close over the last term, we were each other’s first love and we longed to be with one another with the intensity that only first love can produce.


The first two weeks of the holiday seemed interminable. Back at home with Mummy and Geoffrey (my younger brother) we did all the things that I usually enjoyed. But every activity without Tom seemed hollow and useless. I suspect I was a pain to be with, but Mummy was very good and never got cross with me, I think she understood what I was going through.


That was why when the letter came, it was Mummy who persuaded Daddy that I should be allowed to go. The letter was from Tom’s parents asking if I might like to go and stay with the family at Hambleton Hall, their house in Suffolk. I was on tenterhooks whilst I listened to Mummy and Daddy debating the merits of whether I should be allowed to accept the invitation or not. When at last Daddy gave his consent too, I gave a whoop of delight and immediately sped upstairs to start packing my things.


I took the train from Liverpool Street station in London. Three hours journey out to Stowmarket. It was a lovely journey, a beautiful summer’s day with the countryside looking gorgeous in all its rich colours. All was well with the world and my heart was bubbling over because soon I would be back with my love.
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Pippa was looking radiant when she stepped onto the platform. I had borrowed the Jaguar to pick her up in and in my determination not be late had arrived a full forty minutes before the train was due to arrive. I had spent those forty minutes pacing up and down the platform getting myself in a stew with worry that after a gap of a fortnight Pippa might not be as lovely as I remembered her.

I need not have worried. She was just as beautiful as before. She had caught a little sun over the last few days, her nose was marked with pretty freckles and the fair hair on her brown arms was soft and downy. She dropped her suitcases on the platform and ran to me. I swept her up in my arms and swung her around.

Put me down you silly man!’ she exclaimed, grinning broadly. I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips then did as she asked. I picked up her luggage and led her out to the car.

She was impressed with the Jaguar and even more impressed that I should be driving it.

‘When did you learn?’ she asked eagerly.

‘Oh… over the last year… whenever I’ve been home Father has let me take it out for a spin.’

‘Gosh you are lucky.’ She said.

‘Even more lucky now you’re here to enjoy it with me.’ I said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. She leant across and kissed my cheek.

‘I love you Tom.’ She said softly.

I pulled the car over to the side of the road, pulled her towards me and kissed her properly. It was as wonderful as I remembered, her soft mouth on mine, her tongue busy between my lips. She broke away.

‘Mmmmm… I hope we can have lots more of those.’ She smiled.

I smiled too. ‘I’m sure we will… when we get a chance to be alone.’

‘Do you think your parents will allow that?’ she asked.

‘Well… they are very modern really. They won’t want to chaperone us… but I can’t see them letting us share a room.’

She giggled at the thought. ‘No I can’t say my mum and dad would be too keen on that either.’

‘Don’t worry Pippa.’ I told her ‘I’m sure we’ll be able to find a few places out of sight and earshot of others.’

‘Oh you have some noisy activities in mind do you?’ she asked with mock innocence.

‘I thought my hand might make its acquaintance with your naughty bottom again.’ I said.

‘I thought it might too.’ She grinned ‘I’m still in your debt for what you did for Daddy after all.’

‘It will be my pleasure to receive any payments you might care to make Miss Hamilton.’ I said. She leant over and kissed me again.

‘Come on let’s go.’ She said ‘Your parents will be wondering where on earth we’ve got to.’
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Tom’s house was beautiful; a typical country house set in acres of woodland, meadows and pastures. It made our house in London look very modest by comparison. It would have been easy to be overawed apart from the fact that Tom’s parents made me feel so relaxed and at home.


The first couple of days were spent with the whole family and although I was aching to be alone with Tom the days were full and enjoyable. There was so much to see and do it was impossible to be bored. The weather was very kind to us as well; we enjoyed those clear blue days that are usually so rare in a British summer. The colours and scents of the open countryside wrapped us all in their sensory embrace.


At last, on the third day, we had the chance to be on our own.

‘Do you ride Pippa?’ Tom’s father had asked at breakfast and I had replied that horse riding was something I really enjoyed but hadn’t had much chance to do of late.


‘Then we must get you back in the saddle as soon as possible. You can take her out and show her the whole estate Tom, it’s best seen from horseback.’ Tom’s father said enthusiastically. Tom gave me a broad wink.


‘Oh but I haven’t brought any riding things with me.’ I said, suddenly downcast.


Tom’s father chuckled ‘I don’t think that will be a problem, I’m sure we can find something of Jenny’s to fit you.’ Jenny was Tom’s elder sister, now working in Edinburgh.


‘Come on.’ Tom said ‘We’ll go and have a look.’

‘The second box room I think dear.’ Said Tom’s mother, a beautiful but rather vague aristocratic woman.


Tom and I left the dining room and ascended the flights of stairs up to the dusty box rooms. Tom’s mother may have been vague but she was right about where Jenny’s old clothes might be. The second box room was a treasure trove of cast-offs, and amongst them were a few pairs of jodhpurs, riding boots, hacking jackets and blouses. Tom held out a few items. ‘Here try these.’

‘Turn your back.’ I said, suddenly shy of him. He grinned but did as he was asked. I took off my summer dress and tried the largest of the blouses. It was a smaller size than I would normally have taken, but apart from being a little tight over my breasts would certainly suffice. The same was true for the jodhpurs, again they were a little smaller than I normally took with the result that they were fitted me very snugly over the bottom. I didn’t think Tom would mind. When I had slipped on a pair of boots I told him he could turn around. He did so and one look at me brought a broad smile to his face.

‘Pippa you look ravishing.’ He said. ‘Turn around.’


I turned so that he could see the rear view and he gave a low whistle of appreciation. ‘The perfect bottom, displayed to perfection.’ He commented dryly.


I felt the colour rise to my cheeks as I remembered all the attention my ‘perfect bottom’ had achieved at his hands. As though to read my thoughts he lifted his hand and gave me a sharp slap on my bum.


‘Ohhh’ I gasped. ‘Not here Tom. Everyone will hear.’


‘I’m sure we can find a secluded spot on our ride.’ He commented, his eyes sparkling.

‘Then we’d better get going and see whether we can.’ I smiled back at him.


Once Tom was changed we went out to the stables. Word had already been sent to the groom and two horses were already saddled and bridled. The groom had hard hats and crops for us both. Tom took the crop but refused the hat. ‘I want to feel the wind in my hair!’ he exclaimed.


That was an attractive thought, so tying back my blonde hair into a pony- tail I too declined the hat and took just the crop. We climbed up into the saddle and trotted out of the yard and down towards the meadow.


It was a beautiful ride, first through the lush meadow, then down through the woodland bridleways and at last out into the open countryside. Tom leaned across to me.


‘Race you to the fence line.’ He said.


‘Ok you’re on.’ I replied, digging my heals into the horses flanks even as I spoke.


With that little head start I was in the lead for the first thirty seconds. It was exhilarating, the horse galloping beneath me, the wind tossing my hair and streaming it out behind me. My lead didn’t last long, Tom was very soon gaining on me. And before we were halfway he had pulled up so that we were racing neck and neck. I urged my horse on but it was no use, with an extra spurt of speed he pulled away from me and with a shout of triumph gained the fence line a second before I did. He slipped from the saddle, the horse’s bridle in one hand, the riding crop in the other.
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I loved to see Pippa in the saddle. She was a natural horsewoman and on that beautiful day, with her golden hair streaming behind her she looked like utter perfection. Cheekily when I challenged her to race she got a flying start on me. The only advantage that afforded me was a wonderful view of her jodhpured bottom as she leant forward over the horse’s neck, urging him to go faster.

But I was riding a horse I knew and that is always an advantage. Pippa raced well but I was certain the victory would be mine. In the end it was a close thing and I gained the fence line just a second ahead of her. I slipped from the saddle and let my panting horse take a well-earned rest. Pippa dismounted too and came over towards me.

‘Victory to Tom.’ She said, with a wicked smile on her face. ‘What would he like as a prize?’ she looked pointedly at the crop that I was holding, but I didn’t need the hint, that thought had been in my mind when I had suggested the race.

‘I think my reward should be to apply a few strokes of this to the seat of your jodhpurs.’

She smiled. ‘I guessed you might be suggesting that. That sounds like a suitable prize, where would you like me?’

I felt my heart racing and my excitement beginning to mount once more.

‘How about bending over the fence.’ I suggested.

She nodded her assent and walked over to the fence. Standing on the bottom rail she was able to position herself perfectly, doubled over and gripping the rail just above the one where her feet were placed. Those jodhpurs were even more tightly stretched now, showing off her lovely derriere, yet surprisingly revealing no panty line.

I took the crop and swished it through the air. It was a little like the cane, but with a different weight and balance. I took careful ain then lifted it high and brought it down smartly across her bottom. Pippa gave that lovely double gasp and sigh that I remembered so well.
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It was immensely exciting to be on the receiving end again. I knew what prize Tom would ask for and could feel myself beginning to get wet and excited even as I asked him what it might be.

Bent over the fence, my heart was in my mouth and I could barely keep still from the excitement. The last time had been back in May, nearly three months ago. I had fantasised about it virtually every night since then, and now my fantasies were becoming reality once more.

There was a swish behind me, a loud crack and then that familiar burning line across my bottom that seemed to eat into me and set my whole body on fire. He gave me a second stroke and I shuddered with excitement, my bottom smarting like mad but that addictive rush of pure arousal turning pure pain into pure pleasure. He gave me six more strokes before pausing.

‘I think that will suffice for now.’ he said dryly.


I levered myself into the upright and turned to face him. He was standing holding the crop, a broad smile on his face and a massive erection straining at the front of his trousers.


I licked my lips teasingly.
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‘You’ve made me all hot.’ She said teasingly. ‘I think I might have to take off my jodhpurs to cool down.’

I couldn’t say anything but simply nodded my head. The naughty minx could see the effect she was having on me and was loving every minute of it.

She kicked off her boots then turned so that her back was to me. She undid her jodhpurs then slowly and enticingly began peeling them down. It was only after a moment that I realised that she was wearing no knickers. As her jodhpurs were lowered her bare bottom was revealed in all its glory, her white skin marked with red stripes where the crop had kissed her.

‘You naughty girl!’ I burst out ‘You aren’t wearing any undies.’

She turned her head and grinned at me. ‘The jodhpurs were too tight for knicks so I did without.’

‘My god you deserve a few more strokes for that!’ I exclaimed.

‘Only if you can catch me.’ she said with her naughtiest smile. ‘Catch me if you can.’ She giggled and before I knew it had swung herself bare-bottomed into the saddle. I was so taken aback that it took me a moment to gather my wits sufficiently to regain my mount. But once on horseback I was after her.

If I had thought she had made a splendid sight before, that was nothing compared to the view Pippa afforded me now. Once more bent forward over the horses neck her bottom was high in the air. But now it was her naked bottom, those lovely white cheeks red striped. I spurred my horse forward, gaining on her with every stride.

I drew almost level and raised the crop. But instead of using it to urge my horse to greater efforts I stretched across and caught Pippa a stinging blow across the middle of her bare cheeks. Her horse didn’t let up the pace and neither did mine. Again I stretched across and brought the riding crop cracking down. Three more times I cropped her before we got to the other side of the field and had to reign our horses in to the halt.

I thought Pippa would dismount but she didn’t. She didn’t look at me but stretched herself forward on the horse so the she was almost lying on him, her face buried in his mane. She kicked her feet from the stirrups and offered her bottom in pure submission. I didn’t need any more encouragement. I reigned in my mount alongside hers and standing in my stirrups brought the crop down hard on her pretty rear. I whipped her hard, eight severe strokes, each one leaving a red and angry stripe. She moaned softly and then turned her pretty face to mine.

‘Two more please Tom. Hard ones.’

I did as she asked. Two strokes as hard as I could make them. She gasped and writhed and clenched her bottom cheeks together and when she turned to look at me again her eyes were wet with tears. She swung a leg over the saddle and slid down to the soft grass.
I dismounted too and took her in my arms. We kissed, her tongue in my mouth, my hands running down her back to caress her hot bottom. Then her hands were busy with my trousers and in a moment she had them down to my knees. She pushed me down onto the grass on my back and a moment later she was astride me.

She was wild with passion now. ‘Fuck me Tom, fuck me.’ She murmured.

She was so wet my cock slid in easily, a fortuitous thing for we had never made love properly before. She gave a low moan as I entered her and gripped my arms hard. Then she was riding me, her hot bottom pumping down, my hard cock thrusting up into her. That it didn’t last long was not a problem. This was our coming together at last and it was better than I could ever have imagined.

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I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the heady summer day, maybe the fact that Tom looked so gorgeous standing there, maybe the fire across my bottom that was making me burn with desire. But suddenly I knew that I wanted Tom to chase me and catch me and take me.







Riding the horse, bare-bottomed was an incredible sensation, only adding to my excitement. As Tom drew nearer on his horse I lifted my bottom to show him the red stripes that I knew turned him on. It was a wonderful shock when he took that as an invitation to whip me with his crop even as we rode. It was desperately exciting knowing that he had caught up with me and that the crop would keep on stinging with every stride until we reached the edge of the field.


But it wasn’t quite enough. After all this time I greedily wanted more. Wanted to feel the crop sting me and sting me again. As my horse stood still I leant forward over his neck and offered Tom my bottom again. He didn’t need telling but gave me eight real stingers. He paused and I still wanted more so I simply turned and asked him for two good hard ones. Those two certainly hurt like mad, but by then I was too aroused to care. I slipped down from the horse and he followed me.


We made love on the soft sweet smelling grass. The first time for us both. Virginity lost, no not lost… but joyfully cast away!

Pippa Chapter Three

I had used the cane before but never on a girl, Claire Deschamps was the first girl I ever caned. It was a totally different experience to caning a boy. With a boy it was a businesslike affair. ‘Trousers down, bend over, whack, whack, whack, thank-you very much, off you go.’ With Claire it had been a drawn out erotically-charged experience from beginning to end.

I did not have the same feelings for her as I did for Pippa, but I challenge any eighteen year old boy not to get an erection when a girl lowers her knickers, lifts her skirt and bends over to present her very attractive bottom for chastisement. And Claire did have a nice bottom, rather fuller than Pippa’s but a very inviting target nonetheless. It was a joy to lay beautiful, accurate stripes upon and with each stroke I felt myself getting more aroused. I couldn’t believe my good fortune when after seven strokes she stood up and we had to start again.

Claire Deschamps was the first but Pippa Hamilton was the second.

When Claire had gone she walked slowly over to me and there was that same passion in her eyes that I had seen the day before. She ran her hand over my cock that was imprisoned inside my trousers. ‘You enjoyed caning her didn’t you?’ she said softly.

‘I might have done.’ I said a little defensively.

She gave a little giggle ‘I’m afraid this is a bit of a giveaway.’ She stroked my cock again. ‘Do you think caning me would be even more exciting?’

I didn’t know quite how to respond. Was she suggesting I might like to or was this just a rhetorical question? I decided it must be the latter. ‘I couldn’t think of anything more exciting than caning your pretty bottom Pippa Hamilton.’ I joked.

I might have been joking, but she wasn’t. She kissed me then said almost matter-of-factly ‘Then you might well get the chance to do just that.’

I was taken aback. ‘Are you serious Pippa?’

‘Absolutely serious.’ she assured me, then she giggled again and gave me a little kiss. ‘Oh Tom you look so worried. I know it must seem strange but when you were caning Claire I suddenly felt awfully envious of her, I wished it was me who was being caned, wished it was the sight of my bare bottom that was turning you on.’

‘When do you want me to do it to you.’ I asked, trying hard to hide the eagerness in my voice.

She gave another little giggle, but now there was a little tension in it too. ‘Well I’ve got an idea. You’re still five pounds down, and there’s no way I can pay you back the money. So I wondered if you would like me to pay it back in kind over the next few weeks.’

I could see the way her mind was heading. ‘Sort of a penny a smack?’ I said with a smile.

She giggled ‘Something like that. How about a penny for a smack on my bare bottom with your hand. sixpence for a smack with your slipper and two shillings for a stroke of the cane?’

The thought made me laugh too. ‘That sounds like a very acceptable deal. Would you like to make the first repayment now?’

‘Yes please.’ she gave me her radiant smile and tossed her pony tail.

‘Cane?’ I asked hopefully.

She laughed again. ‘I said you liked that. But no, I think I want to save that for last - for the final payment, something to look forward to. No I think that this afternoon I think I’d like to spend a little while over your knee while you give me a good spanking.’

I grinned. ‘How much would madam like to repay?’

She thought for a moment and then gave a sly smile. ‘I think I could probably afford a whole pound.’ she said, her eyes shining.

A whole pound! Two hundred and forty pence to the pound - this was going to be some spanking!

‘One pound’s worth of smacks?’ I queried ‘Are you sure?’

She nodded her pretty head. ‘Yes Tom, quite sure.’

I took her hand and led her compliantly over to the chair that still stood in the middle of the carpet; the self same chair that Claire had been bending over only a few minutes before. I sat down and pulled her over my lap. She settled across my knees with a soft contented little sigh. I took the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it to reveal her stockings and knickers. Last time I had yanked her skirt up roughly and pulled her knickers down in the same hasty manner - now I could take my time and did so. I eased her knickers down her legs. She wriggled from side to side to allow me to bare her. I ran my flat hand over her wonderful bare bottom. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch, white and unblemished now soon it would be red and hot under my attentions. My cock hardened in appreciation and anticipation.

I began mildly and slowly. A few mild slaps to each cheek, then a little harder and faster. I increased the intensity and the pace over the next few smacks until by the time I had given her the first twenty I had got into my rhythm. As I started to redden her skin Pippa started to give little gasps and moans. She wriggled and squirmed on my lap, a most delicious sensation for me. A couple of harder slaps made her cry out and kick up her heels but she made no attempt to stop me. I continued to spank her, mixing harder smacks with gentle ones, covering every inch of her bare bottom.

I paused after giving her a hundred and rubbed her red bottom. She sighed and squirmed and parted her legs slightly. I caught a glimpse of that golden fleece between her legs and the wet pink lips of her pussy. That brief glimpse was enough to assure me of what I already knew... that she was excited as I was. I stroked the backs of her legs and then the insides of her thighs. She parted her legs a little more and I moved my hand upwards to stroke her wet lips. She moaned softly. With my fingers just grazing her sex I began to spank her again. I kept my hand still but it wasn’t long before she was bucking and pushing herself against my fingers. That only inflamed me to even greater efforts and the final dozen smacks I gave her must have been very hard indeed. They left my hand red and stinging so I can only guess how they left Pippa’s bottom feeling. As the last smack landed she gave a long high pitched gasp of pleasure and writhed across my knee, her bottom clenching and unclenching and her wet sex pressing down hard against my fingers as she came. She slipped off my knees and knelt on the carpet looking up at me with those lovely blue eyes. Her hair was mussed and her face flushed with excitement and she looked more sexy than I had ever seen her before.

‘Thank-you Tom.’ she said softly and then before I could say anything she had unzipped my fly and was caressing my cock with her slender fingers. In the state I was in it was little surprise that I too found my relief within a very short time indeed.


That spanking I had from Tom was the most painfully delicious experience of my life. I expect I would have reached orgasm even without his hand to press against, but with his fingers playing there it was almost inevitable that I did - it was quite a struggle not to let myself go until right at the end but I was glad that I managed it.



The first pound of my debt was paid off that afternoon, but of course there was still another four pounds owing. It would have been easy to blow it all in a day or two with a couple of mammoth sessions but I didn’t want to do that - I wanted to make it last - to keep it special. And so it became a regular feature of our week; every Thursday evening I would go up to Tom’s rooms and discharge another part of my debt to him. I kept a record of the amounts and the punishments -



1. £1 - 240 smacks


2. 5s - 10 smacks with the slipper


3. 10s - 10 smacks with the slipper and 60 hand smacks


4. 5s - 60 hand smacks


5. 2s 6d - 30 hand smacks


6. 2s 6d - 30 hand smacks

Easter holidays


7. 10s - 20 smacks with the slipper


8. 5s - 60 hand smacks


9. 15s - 20 smacks with the slipper and 60 hand smacks.


And so by the fourth week of the summer term I owed Tom just £1. It had been a lovely few months. The erotic flame between us burned as strongly as ever, but we were very discrete. I guess the only one who knew was Claire, and she wasn’t going to be telling. The relationship between Claire and myself had changed completely after her caning. If anyone can be said to have really benefitted from a good thrashing then that person was Claire Deschamps. Overnight all the haughtiness, arrogance and spite had disappeared and she became a delightful member of the sixth form. Even now I still count her as a friend.



I also enjoyed all the other aspects of life at Westland Hall. An especial delight was the Drama Society, which for its Summer Term production was putting on Shakespeare’s ‘A Merchant of Venice’, in which I was to have the significant part of Portia.


Tom, of course, didn’t have time for amateur dramatics, he was revising hard for his A levels that he would take in the fifth and sixth weeks of term. With the performance of the play scheduled for the Friday night of the fourth week I knew that the day before had to be the day to pay off my final debt. I knew that Tom had been itching to try out his cane on my poor bottom, now, at last, he would get his chance!


So it was that on Thursday 29th May, I made my way up to Tom’s rooms, butterflies in my stomach


and my knickers already damp with excitement. I knocked on the door and heard him call out. He was sitting in the window looking out over the playing fields basking in the early evening summer sun. He grinned when he turned and saw that it was me.

Pippa looked especially entrancing that evening. Her face had caught the sun a little and gave her a slight colour that went well with her long fair hair, it also brought the freckles out on her nose - a fact that she didn’t like to be reminded of. She was biting her lip a little and there was a light in her eyes that I now knew betokened the fact that already she was excited.

Normally we chatted and gossiped for a while before anything happened but today it was clear that there was to be no small talk.

‘Tom, I think its about time I finally paid off my debt.’ she said.

‘Ok.’ I said. ‘Have you decided how you want to do it?’

She gave a smile and her eyes sparkled. ‘Well... I think I’ve made you wait long enough now... it had better be the cane.’

I felt a surge of excitement course through me. The caning I had given Claire had been one of the things that had prompted us both into developing this aspect of our lives. Pippa had said to me after she had witnessed Claire’s chastisement ‘Do you think caning me would be even more exciting?’. The answer to that question was an emphatic ‘yes’... but up till now she had kept me on tenterhooks - every time choosing something other than the cane when she paid off her weekly debt. Now at last I was getting to get the chance to put red lines on that pretty bottom.

‘A pounds worth of the cane?’ I asked her.

She nodded her pretty blonde head. ‘Yes please Tom...’ She hesitated, I waited, there was something else I could tell.

‘Go on’ I encouraged her.

‘Can I ask you to do something... I’m afraid it may sound silly so promise you won’t laugh.’

‘I promise.’ I assured her.

‘Well.... when you caned Claire one of the things about it that was so exciting was the way you scolded her before you punished her.... would you do that for me?’

‘You want me to tell you off?’

She nodded mutely.

I smiled ‘Ok, you deserved a caning for the original theft, but I was lenient on you. Why don’t we turn the clock back? I could give you a good telling off for that. ’

She gave me a little smile. ‘Yes Tom. I think that would be perfect.’

‘As well as being exciting?’ I teased her.

She ran her tongue over her lips. ‘Yes.’ she said ‘As well as being very exciting. Why don’t I start outside the door?’

I nodded and with another naughty smile over her shoulder she vacated the room, closing the door behind her. She gave it a few moments before knocking.

I took a deep breath to steady myself then called out. ‘Enter.’


I went back into Tom’s study. He was standing as he had been all those weeks ago when he had confronted Claire, hands on hips, stern expression on his face. He spoke softly.



‘I would like an explanation from you young lady.’


‘About what sir?’ I asked. It was funny, I hadn’t intended to call him ‘sir’ it just came out, but when I had said it I knew it was right. He noticed it, I’m sure, but didn’t comment on it.



‘About the five pound note that has gone missing from Trevor Bedford’s dorm. I think you know exactly what I am talking about.’



I felt myself tremble again, immediately I was back in the feelings of guilt that I had experienced when Tom had spoken of the theft the first time. I bit my lip to steady myself.



‘I.... I... I admit it.’ I said shakily. ‘I stole it.’



‘I know that Pippa, the question is, why?’



‘I can’t tell you sir.’



‘You mean you won’t.’



I nodded my head.



‘Thieving is a despicable thing whatever reason you might have. It won’t be tolerated here at Westland Hall. You have disgraced this house, this school and the very uniform you are wearing. You, young lady, deserve to be severely punished.’


‘Yes sir, I do.’ I said softly. I looked up at him and saw the flicker of a smile on his lips. I noticed his cock harden in his trousers.


‘I am going to give you a choice Pippa. We can report this to the headmaster or we can deal with it here and now.’



‘Oh please don’t report me.’ I said imploringly. ‘I’ll take your punishment sir, whatever it is.’



‘Very well.’ now he was smiling. ‘I am awarding you ten strokes of the cane on your bare bottom.’



I nodded my head. ‘Yes sir.’

‘You can fetch me the cane, its on the top shelf of the bookcase.’ He had obviously moved it to a new position since the last time. I went over to where he had indicated. The bookcase was tall and I had to stand on tiptoe to reach the top shelf. I felt his eyes on me as the back of my gymslip rode up as I reached for the cane. I turned to face him, holding the cane in both hands.



‘Turn and face the bookcase.’ he ordered. I did so, still holding the cane in front of me. I felt him close behind me, felt his hands lift the back of my gymslip and then felt his fingers go to the waistband of my knickers. I gave a little shiver of excitement as he slowly pulled my knickers down. He didn’t take them right down to my ankles but left them, a white band of cotton, just below my stocking tops.


‘Put the cane behind you, across your bare bottom.’ he said softy into my ear, his breath warm on my neck.



I did as he asked holding the cane in both hands behind my back, pressing it into my bare cheeks. He stepped back from me and I heard him give a low moan of pleasure... I obviously made a rather exciting picture in his eyes!



‘Ask for your punishment.’ he said.



I remembered how he had made Claire do this - how it had charged the atmosphere as she was made to ask again and again to be caned.



I cleared my throat. ‘Please punish me sir.’ I said softly.



‘Again.’



‘Please cane me sir.’ I said a little louder, feeling a ripple of excitement run through me as the words came to my lips.


‘And again.’



‘Please, please cane me sir.’ I begged ‘I’m very naughty, and I really deserve to be punished.’ I was very aware of the wetness between my legs that these words provoked. I hoped they were exciting Tom too, I’m sure they were.



‘You are a naughty little thief Pippa. What are you?’



‘A naughty little thief sir.’ I echoed.



‘What level of discipline do you need Pippa, what level of discipline does a naughty little thief deserve?



I swallowed hard. ‘Severe sir.’ I murmured ‘Very severe.’


‘Louder.’



‘Very severe sir.’ I said, shivering with excitement as I did so.



‘Turn around.’ he ordered



I did so, still holding the cane behind me, pressing it into my bottom.



‘Hold the cane out.’



I brought it out from behind my back and offered it to him.



‘Kiss it.’


I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right.



‘I’m sorry?’


‘You heard me... kiss the cane.’



I brought the slender stick up to my mouth and kissed it gently. I looked up as I did so, catching the passion in his eyes. Those eyes had a look of wicked encouragement which I couldn’t resist. I continue to kiss along the length of the cane, then took the tip of it into my mouth and sucked, all the time keeping my eyes on his. The suggestion I was making would be enthusiastically accepted once he had punished me.


‘Hand the cane to me.’



I did so. The end of it glistened where it had been in my mouth.



He flexed the cane in his strong fingers.



‘Bend over and grasp your ankles.’ he ordered.



Placing my feet apart I bent forward and took hold of my ankles. He lifted my skirt and bunched it over my back baring me completely. Standing there, bare bottom high in the air, I felt deliciously vulnerable.


He spoke again. ‘You will take ten hard strokes Miss Hamilton. You will count each one aloud, thank me for it and ask for the next. You will not move, nor rub your bottom until I give you permission. Is that understood?’



‘What if I forget sir?’ I asked.


‘If you forget Pippa, then all the strokes you have had up to that point will be forgotten as well.. and we’ll start from number one again.’



I knew he meant it for he had been true to his word when he had caned Claire. I shivered with apprehension and excitement. He placed the cane across the middle of my bottom. He drew it back. There was a short pause, then a swish, a crack and a fraction of a second later a burning line of pain across the centre of my bottom. A line of pain far more intense than anything I had yet experienced. For a moment I couldn’t speak. I felt my eyes fill with tears, then I gasped as the pain across my bottom was answered with equal intensity with a surge of excitement that started between my legs, travelled up through my whole body and exploded inside my brain.



It took me a few more seconds before I could say the required words. ‘One sir..... thank-you... may I have another?’



He made me wait for what seemed like an age before swishing the cane down again. It must only have been about thirty seconds but it felt like hours. I willed him to cane me again and my wish was granted. For a second time the cane bit into my flesh.



Five seconds later I gasped ‘Two sir.... thank-you.... may I have another?’



He caned me slowly and accurately. Laying on each stroke with a measured hand. Bringing me every time to that peak of pain and pleasure that was almost unbearable but completely addictive. I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to stop and there was a sure way to make him continue. Just as Claire had done on the seventh stroke, so I did for the ninth, as soon as it had landed I shot up and clutched my hands to my bottom.



Tom put the cane down and turned me around to face him. I could see the concern in his eyes, for a moment he thought he had gone too far, but he could tell from the look in my face that that was far from the truth.


The way Pippa shot up and frantically rubbed her bottom made me immediately think that I had taken her beyond her limits. Certainly she had taken a good caning. Her white bottom was marked with deep red lines that would take days to fade away completely. It made a most beautiful picture that gave me the strongest erection I can ever remember. I turned her around to face me and saw almost immediately that my fears were groundless - she was excited as I was. I stayed in character.

‘I told you not to move didn’t I girl?’

‘Yes sir.’ she said softly. Oh how I loved that ‘sir’.

‘Did I give you permission to stand up?’

‘No sir.’

‘Then we both know the penalty don’t we.’

She looked at me with those big blue eyes. ‘You’re going to start from the first stroke aren’t you sir?’

‘I am.’

She bowed her head in submission then lifted the back of her skirt, bent forward and presented her red bottom for further punishment.

‘Move your feet further apart.’ I ordered.

She did so, parting her legs properly and affording me the perfect view of her blonde pussy, her lips wet with excitement. I reached forward and ran a stiff finger up between her legs to find that little nub of flesh that experience had taught me was the key to really making her moan with pleasure. I rubbed gently provoking the expected response.

‘What a naughty girl you are Pippa.’ I commented ‘You’re all excited.’

‘I am sir...... perhaps I deserve to be caned harder?’

‘Perhaps you do.’ I managed to say, feeling my own arousal heighten even further.

I stepped back and raised the cane. The key to an effective caning is not the height to which one lifts the cane but the amount of wrist action one applies - a bit like playing squash - and I was a good squash player. Now I made that skill tell, bringing the cane down with a wicked flick of the wrist. The stroke brought Pippa up onto her toes and it took her even longer than usual to find the breath to say ‘One sir.... thank-you... may I have another.’

I gave her another, in the same manner. And another. Nine stinging strokes to follow the nine she had already received. Nine stinging strokes that left her bottom marked with a series of red lines. Nine stinging strokes that brought me to a pitch of fevered excitement.

And now the final one. We both knew what that meant. The final stroke, the hardest stroke. I saw Pippa’s fingers whiten as she gripped her ankles even tighter, heard her breathing become faster and shallower as she anticipated the stroke.

I made her wait a little longer, lining up the stroke by placing the cane across the middle of her red bum. Then I slowly drew back my arm..... paused at the top of my swing.... then at last brought the thin cane swishing down hard right across the full centre of Pippa’s spread cheeks. The mark it left was of the deepest red. I heard her gasp and moan. Her knees trembled and her bottom involuntarily clenched and unclenched, but like the obedient girl she was she stayed down in position even as she came.

‘Ten sir.. thank you sir.... thank you.’ she said softly.

‘Good girl... you can stand up.’ I said.

She straightened up. There were tears on her face, but she smiling. She took my hand and led me through into my bedroom. Before I was in charge, now she was in control. She made me kneel on the bed in front of her. Then, lying on her front she reached forward and unzipped my fly. She took my cock in her fingers then with a wicked grin on her face placed a kiss on the very tip of it. I groaned in ecstacy. She reached back and lifted the skirt of her gymslip. Her knickers were still around her knees so her punished bottom was beautifully displayed.

She kissed my cock again, giggling as it jumped in her hand. She looked up at me. ‘I want you to spank me, while I kiss you. Spank me until you come.’

‘Penny a smack?’ I asked
‘Not this time.’ she giggled ‘I’ve nearly paid my debt.’

Then she stopped giggling for she had taken my cock in her mouth and her tongue and her lips were busy with other work. It was the most incredible sensation. For a young man of eighteen years old it was as though every fantasy I had ever entertained was combined into one. I lifted my hand and smacked it down hard on her red bottom. I didn’t care if I was hurting her - I was doing what she had told me to do and with every smack and her mouth on my cock I drew closer and closer to orgasm.

It didn’t take very long. Perhaps six or seven times my open hand cracked down onto Pippa’s red bottom before I came in a gasping, surging spurt.

She looked up at me with wet lips. ‘I rather enjoyed that Tom.’ she said sardonically ‘Did you?’


My bottom was still very sore the next day as I got ready for the performance of ‘A merchant of Venice.’ but I didn’t care. In fact I revelled and delighted in my soreness for it was a souvenir of the best evening of my life. I had fantasised for many weeks about being caned by Tom but the reality was far better than my daydreams - far more painful but far more exciting too.


I tried not let thoughts of Tom interfere with my performance and for the most part was successful. Certainly I didn’t mess up any of my lines and the response from the audience at the end was warm and enthusiastic.

Tom was waiting for me at the dressing room. He gave me a hug and then took me by the arm. ‘Come with me.’ he said softly and urgently.

‘Tom.’ I said to him in a low whisper ‘I can’t yet... I’m a little too sore for any more of the cane just yet.’



He laughed, just like he had laughed that very first time we had met. ‘Oh Pippa, you goose, I’m not talking about that. I’ve got something to show you.’



Still in my costume, but curious now to find out what this mystery might mean, I went with Tom, back out into the school hall that was rapidly emptying. What on earth was all this about?



And then I saw. Then I knew. Standing there, with a big grin on his face, was my Papa, my beloved Daddy. I ran to him and flung my arms around him, tears flowing freely now.



We held each other for a long time.



‘You were very good darling.’ he said at last. ‘I’m glad I was here.’



‘Oh so am I, so am I, but what has happened, when were you freed? When were you acquitted?’



Father gave a smile. He gestured over to Tom who was standing a few feet away, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘You have that young man to thank Phillipa.’



‘Tom?’ I didn’t understand ‘What had Tom done?’



My Father chuckled. ‘He never told you did he? You never asked who his father was?’



I shook my head.



‘Well, my pretty empty headed daughter, if you paid a little more attention to current affairs you would know that Tom’s father is Sir Richard Elliot, Lord Chief Justice. Tom wrote to his Father when he heard about my plight and it wasn’t long before my appeal found its way back to the courts and justice was done.’



I turned to Tom and hugged him to me.



‘Oh Tom.’ I laughed ‘How can I thank you?’



‘You think it might be worth another fiver?’ he said smiling.



‘A fiver at least.... more like a fifty!’ I grinned.