The ???consultation process’ was a mere sham. The proposed new road was going to be built, no matter what the local people said or did. Protests were inevitable, though, and drawn by one such were three eighteen year olds from the nearby Finch Hall Girls’ Academy. Gemma, Hannah and Abbey had made their way to one of the two protests being held at the opposite ends of the projected new road.
It was a Saturday afternoon and they were free – although the trio really doubted that their ???freedom’ extended to attending protest rallies. Blonde-haired Gemma had heard about the demo and had said to her two friends that it would be a ???good lark’ to join in.
???Let’s get some of those placards,’ suggested Abbey, as they joined the throng outside a village hall. The redhead was the fieriest and the natural leader of the threesome. ???Tommy Timberdick is always telling us that a job isn’t worth doing unless it’s done properly!’
The said Tommy Timberdick was in fact Dr. Thomas Woodcock, the august Principal of Finch Hall Girls’ Academy!
???I’m not so sure.’ Hannah voiced her opinion. The brunette was always the most cautious of the three near-inseparable friends.
Minutes later, the three sixth formers were exhibiting such slogans as SAVE OUR SOIL, PEOPLE VERSUS POWER & NO ROAD HERE.
???I wonder if we’ll be on the telly?’ grinned Gemma.
???I hope not,’ frowned Hannah.
As it happened, the protest was not televised; which was a pity really, as things got out of hand at the village end and would have made for good viewing on the local news. The other demo had gone off quite peacefully.
A couple of hours later, Dr Woodcock received a telephone call from the police station asking if someone would collect three Finch Hall Academy girls? They had been warned about their conduct. Their behaviour was not at all to the standard expected by students of that respected establishment! The Chief Superintendent felt sure that Dr Woodcock would see to it that the errant young females would be dealt with in an appropriate manner!
???I most certainly will, Chief Superintendent,’ the Principal of the Academy had assured the high-ranking policeman.
Thus it was that Gemma, Hannah and Abbey found themselves on the carpet – literally. The wear on the strip of carpet in front of Dr Woodcock’s large desk bore witness to the number of girls who had stood there over a period of years
The tall, powerful, bearded Dr Woodcock’s right arm was in a sling as the result of a riding accident. Much to everyone’s amusement Abbey had put it around that he was suffering from cramp due to overuse of his wrist!
All three girls were, not unsurprisingly, sentenced to the cane. The Principal’s caning arm might be out of action for that purpose, but it was clear by the arrival of the sports teacher that he would be the one to cane them. The rather dishy Michael Smith had been pressed into caning duty on a couple of previous occasions when the Principal had hurt his arm. He seemed to have an unfortunate habit of falling off horses!
The trio looked nervously at one another. They had never
had the cane on the bare bottom before!
???Give them each six real stingers, Mr Smith!’ instructed Dr Woodcock. ???On the bare, of course.’
The trio looked nervously at one another. They had never had the cane on the bare bottom before! Furthermore, it would be so humiliating having their briefs removed by the tall, athletic and good-looking Michael Smith.
???Yes, sir.’ The sports teacher knew where the cane was kept and he soon produced the three feet long, whippy wand with the traditional curved handle. The stomachs of the three young offenders sank into their shoes.
???Who is first?’ enquired Michael Smith, letting the cane dangle at his side.
Each girl opened their mouth to volunteer, but it was Dr Woodcock who spoke.
???I have no doubt it was the red-haired one who was the instigator,’ he growled. ???I suggest she should be the last.’
The ???red-haired one’ chewed her lower lip. That wasn’t fair. It had really been Gemma’s idea. She would have to watch both Gemma and Hannah getting the stick, all the time knowing that the same painful fate awaited her.
???I would imagine that Hannah Burke was caught up in the actions of the other two reprobates. Cane her first.’
Hannah didn’t exactly breathe a sigh of relief at the announcement but; at least, she would be spared that awful wait.
With his good hand, Dr Woodcock dragged an upright chair to a position in front of his desk. The girls naturally thought it was there for them to bend over. They were, therefore, shocked when the Principal settled himself in the seat. He was getting himself the best view
of the impending action. Mr Smith repeatedly tapped the end of the
thin stick against his trouser leg. He usually wore a tracksuit all day. It looked as though he had just come in from somewhere.
???Hannah!’ He moved the cane to point to a pattern on the carpet. ???Stand there and bend over to touch your toes!’
With dread in her stomach, the slightly-built brunette moved to the position as indicated and assumed the punitative stance.
The sports teacher tucked the cane under his left arm and used both hands to lift Hannah’s grey, pleated skirt clear of her bare, nipped-in waist. Her briefs were white and covered with tiny forget-me-nots.
???You!’ Mr Smith pointed the cane at Gemma and then pointed it at the array of forget-me- nots. ???Take them down!’
Poor Hannah bit her lip. Having her bottom bared was bad enough, but having her friend do it was even worse. She felt Gemma’s fingers warm on her flesh and soon, her briefs were being gently eased down her stuckup bottom and then left freely to float down her legs to settle around her ankles.
Although Hannah was quite a slim girl, she was not flat-bottomed. Her cheeks were oval and quite well padded, either side of the long but fairly shallow crease.
The brunette’s thighs were narrow, but still shapely enough. Her lower legs were encased in below-the -knee length, white cotton stockings.
???You two. Stand behind my chair!’ Dr Woodcock gave orders to Gemma and Abbey. The pair took up their positions immediately. ???Put your hands on your head!’
Again, the duo obeyed the instruction, their stance causing their more than adequate breasts to thrust out within the confines of their regulation, apple-green tops.
They watched glumly as in Smith laid the sinister stick across the twitching nates of their friend. He shuffled his feet as he adjusted his position. The cane was then taken away and the good-looking young man stood majestically upright.
The nervous brunette felt the warm wood leaving her behind and she held her breath, waiting for the first of the six strokes to which she had been sentenced for her folly. Dr Woodcock, however, interrupted the proceedings.
???Before you begin, Mr Smith,’ he said, hurriedly. ???I must warn all three offenders that they must remain in the discipline position until the caning has been completed. Failure to do so will result in extra strokes being awarded!’ He made it sound like a prizegiving!