“Mandy, could you pop into the office before you leave…” The intercom buzzed annoyingly as Mandy struggled on with her coat. It was already 5.20 and she was keen to get off home. She pressed the intercom button on the phone and answered. “I am just off Mr. Ruadh, can’t it wait till tomorrow?” The quick response rang alarm bells in Mandy’s head. “I don’t think this will wait Mandy, and if you want to be working here tomorrow I suggest you get yourself in here!” She felt a sudden surge of anxiety, his tone made her feel like a naughty schoolgirl, summonsed to the Heads Study. “Alright, I’ll be there in a minute.” She took her coat of and sat back in her chair, surveying the desk in front of her.
She had been summonsed to Mr. Ruadh’s office before. She had been there often enough through the call of her secretarial duties. It was these last minute requests, just before she was going to leave for the evening. It meant that there would be no one around to hear her get a bollicking from the boss. However the last time she had made this visit there had been no doubt in her mind about the boss’s real intentions. He was always following her around, the dirty old bastard. He had given her a written warning last time, for stealing from the petty cash tin. Mandy had taken the money, she had been pretty stupid to think she wouldn’t get caught. At the time Mandy didn’t know that Mr. Ruadh checked the receipts. She had taken about £80 over a period of six weeks, which wasn’t a great deal by any standards.
Mr. Ruadh had lectured her at great length on that occasion, going on about how he would give her a second chance, better not let it happen again, pull your socks up, and so on. All the while she had sensed that there was some underlying desire on the part of her Boss. Assuming that this was just a typical male lust for her body she had played up to him, flirting, yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. Afterwards she had a good laugh about it over a drink with some friends. Mandy though she could do a passing imitation of the old man.
Now some six months later she was being summonsed again. As she sat surveying the office in which she worked she started to feel nervous at the prospect of dealing with this situation. If he suspected then she could try and bluff her way out, act coy and flirty. It had got her off the hook last time. On the other hand it could be an entirely unrelated matter, nothing to do with her continued siphoning off of the petty cash. He couldn’t know this time. She had been too clever, deliberately and carefully adding receipts. Admittedly these receipts had been forged from a book, stolen from her boyfriend’s business. How could he know?
She got up and strode down the corridor composing herself, practising in her mind her ‘butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth’ routine. Knocking once on the boss’s office door she entered. He was sat behind his desk over which were scattered accounts records, receipts and calculations scrawled onto rough paper. He looked up at her and motioned her to take a seat, her usual seat when taking dictation, a hard backed chair to one side of Mr. Ruadh’s desk. He allowed her to sit and then addressed her in an acusationary tone. “You’ve been stealing from petty cash again Mandy!” She froze, she couldn’t help feeling that he knew, that she couldn’t bluff her way out. “I don’t know what you mean.” These words sounded as false and hollow as they felt for her as she realised that she had been caught fair and square. “Don’t lie to me!” He bellowed, shocking her into sitting up straight with fear at this sudden outburst. “Do you think I am stupid?” “No sir.” He tossed a handful of receipts onto her lap. “Take a look at those.” She picked at them, they were the receipts from her boyfriends business. She tried to think how he had worked it out. The receipts were foolproof. “Over £600 of receipts for stationary Mandy, all brought from a shop that sells ironmongery and hardware.”
Here heart sank, she hadn’t thought he might check on the shop. He was such a pedant though, a stickler for detail, she should have known. “Last time we discussed your stealing you assured me that it would never happen again.” His eyes bore into her and she felt increasingly small. “You told me that it was an oversight, a mistake. And I chose to give you the benefit of the doubt Mandy.” He continued. Struck dumb by the complete obviousness of her complicity to steal from the company she just sat, shivering slightly with… guilt, fear, regret, and anger at herself for getting caught.
“He stood and walked around to her side of the desk, perching himself there. He tried to catch her eye with his gaze. “Have you got anything to say girl?”
“I don’t know what to say.” Came the timid reply. “This isn’t a case of oversight Mandy, this is fraud, the Police will have to be involved. You will most definitely get the sack and I think it is unlikely you will get another job with a Police record. Especially in a small town like this.” She looked up at him, pleading. “I am so sorry Mr. Ruadh, I don’t know why I did it...” Then she turned on the tears, actually she did feel like crying, but it was the predicted effect on her boss that really motivated this salty flood.
It seemed to work. He leant over and held her arm softly. She felt slightly sick at the thought of what was to come next. Mandy assumed he was going to try and blackmail her into sleeping with him. Glancing at the door Mandy thought about just running out, leaving now!Mr. Ruadh tightened his grip on her arm, firmly but not hard. As if anticipating her thoughts. He whispered into her ear. “Don’t worry Mandy, I am not going to call the Police, I am not even going to report you to the company.” She tried to free her arm and he let go, moving back to his perch on the desk. He seemed relaxed about the situation, where as Mandy felt a sense of panic. “I’ll scream if you touch me!” He raised his hands in a gesture to calm her. “Just hear me out.”
He looked at her for an answer. When none came he continued. ““Look you are in a difficult situation, but I can offer a solution to this problem. One that means whatever happens this evening, it will never leave this office. Complete confidentiality.”
“So if I fuck you, I get to keep my job!” Sarcastic, bitter words. He seemed surprised and laughed a little. “No I think you misunderstand, I am not trying to sleep with you, though I have to say, I wouldn’t say no if I got the offer.” An almost laddish lear to his voice. “I am not trying to seduce you. I have something else in mind.” “What do you mean?” Mandy was relieved on one hand, but on the other feeling slightly put down. “You see I don’t think you can help it. The stealing I mean. It’s a compulsive thing.” This did strike a note with Mandy. “You will have to be punished of course.” Of course thought Mandy. “You’ve been a very naughty girl Mandy, you will have to be punished.” Repeating it Ruadh walked to the centre of the room and beckoned her to him. “Come over here Mandy.” She felt rather mesmerised by his voice, firm and commanding, but not angry.
Mandy stood and moved over to stand in front of the man. “What are you going to do then.” She offered. “I am going to spank you Mandy, a knickers down, over my knee hard spanking. She felt a little shocked at the thought of being spanked by him. “Have you been spanked before Mandy?”
“Well only once when I was little girl.” He was standing right in front of her now, face to face, slightly invading her personal space. Unconsciously she tried to pull back “Do you remember it?”
“Yes, it stung like hell.”
“And do you remember why you were spanked?” Mandy though for a moment then answered. “I got spanked for stealing from my mothers purse.”
“A lesson that still hasn’t been learned it seems.” He was very close now, she held her hands up between them, to keep them apart. He lay his hand on her hip and gently felt around to the cheek of her skirted bottom. Squeezing slightly, just pulling her towards him a fraction. Mandy gasped at the assault and stepped back. He didn’t follow.
“Yes Mandy, I think a good spanking is what you need and that is what you are going to get.” He pulled up the chair on which she had been sitting and sat straight-backed in the centre of the room. She looked at him as though he was mad. Holding out his hand to her he beckoned. “Come on Mandy across my knee. You know that it has to be done.” Zombie like she held out her hand to his, drawn to him, feeling weak at the knees. Mandy found it hard to believe this was happening. She wanted to scream and run away. But wasn’t this an easy solution, she would keep her job, and she had been naughty, she should be punished.
He drew her to his side, and holding her hand began his lecture. “I am going to punish you Mandy, I am going to take down your knickers and spank you until you fully understand what happens when you steal from people who trust you. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mr. Ruadh.” Eyes down, embarrassed, but perhaps feeling slightly excited at the prospect of being spanked by her boss. She had never given him a second glance before, but now he seemed confident, attractive to her despite his age. “Now bend over my knee.”
In a dream she knelt down and pulled her self across his thighs, as she did so he pushed down at the small of her back, forcing her stomach into contact with his lap. He pulled at first one arm and then the second, forcing them into position behind her back held firm with his left hand. She could feel the other hand gratuitously squeezing and groping her behind through the cotton of her skirt.
The skirt was zipped at the side and this slide down with ease. As he pulled the skirt down she was forced to thrust her hips at him so the material could be removed, revealing tan tights with white knickers showing through. Clutching the tender flesh of Mandy’s soon to be spanked bottom.
Now he worked at her tights, rolling them down one bit at a time working from one side to the other. Until they lay half way down her thighs. That left her cotton panties, Ruadh gazed at the sight before him, drinking it all in. He let his hand run over Mandy’s delectable behind squeezing and pinching her flesh. When he took down her knickers he did so with care, as though peeling a ripe fruit. Carefully caressing her skin, the white band of cotton was adjusted so that it felt tight around the top of her thighs. The gusset, still high up between her legs.
Mandy was breathing sharply now, partly because of the position she found herself in, partly in anticipation of the rain of sharp smacks to come. His grip on her arms tightened and she felt his right arm draw back. Mandy drew a breath and tensed. Her bottom presented for punishment.
As she lay across his knee, waiting for that first smack she felt a strange excitement. Almost as though she really wanted this. To be punished. As he prepared to chastise her bottom, gently stroking the naked flesh she felt an unusual longing surge deep into the pit of her stomach. The humiliation of being in this position was too much for her, she wanted to cry, but at the same time she know knew with a certainty that this is what she needed. A good hard spanking.
Mr Ruadh started to smack her, lightly at first, stinging the flesh and making her wriggle with discomfort. With each spank Mandy “oohhd” and “owwwed” like a naughty girl who had never been spanked before. “Don’t make so much fuss young lady” insisted Mr Ruadh as he firmly pushed her into position. Now the spanking started in earnest, each stroke leaving a red mark on alternate cheeks. As he hotted up the pace so Mandy’s protestations increased. She wriggled and danced about across his knee almost falling off at one point. Mr Ruadh just held onto to her tighter and spanked her harder until she yelled out at every smack.
”You are a little baby Mandy, even my daughters can take a harder spanking than this”! He stopped spanking her and began to caress her sore bottom. “You know that you deserve to be spanked, don’t you”?
Mandy did not reply but could not help thinking that he was right. Mandy lay across his knee wishing he would stop stroking her bottom in such a lascivious manner. Every time he did this it just made that tingling sensation in her stomach grow and grow. “Well young lady, have you given some thought as to why you are being spanked”. She didn’t answer and Mr Ruadh applied a half dozen hard slaps to her posterior as encouragement.
“Well, I am waiting for an answer”!
Mandy mumbled something about how she was really sorry, and that it would never happen again.
“Get up” ordered Mr Ruadh. Mandy picked herself up from his knee and stood before him rubbing her bottom. Her ankles tangled up in her skirt, knickers and tights wrapped around her legs. “Are you ready to confess all your misdemeanours Mandy”? She looked at him through tear stained eyes and nodded. “Are you ready to apologise for your behaviour Mandy”? She nodded again and acknowledged his demands with a meek “yes sir”. Mr Ruadh stood up and turned the chair he had been sitting so the high back faced her. “Are you ready to thank me for your chastisement Mandy”?
She looked at him again and saw the determination in his eyes. This sent a shiver through her, this man dominated her, made her feel small and weak. Mandy had never felt like this before. Nor could she ever have imagined being in a situation like this. But now it had happened, now she had been forced to submit to his will, she couldn’t resist. She wanted more, to let go and have Mr Ruadh take control.
“Mandy, I asked you if you are ready to thank me for your punishment”! She awoke from her revere and before she could help herself replied “If you think I am going to thank you then you can fuck off”! She shocked herself, but it had the effect she desired. Mr Ruadh took on a look of sternness, though she could see that behind this apparent act of disciplinary strength he was excited at the prospect of punishing her further. He grabbed at her hair holding it in a bunch behind her neck and pushed her towards the back of the chair. “Bend over the chair and hold the legs if you know what’s good for you”. She stumbled forward and tipped over the chair so her stomach took the wait of her body. He continued to hold her in place, by pulling at her hair. Then he started to spank her again. Hard now, very hard. Each stinging slap across alternate cheeks. Though she still wriggled her shrieks had turned to gasps and groans. Tears streamed down her face as the spanking continued. Mandy hated the pain, and the discomfort, almost as much as she wanted more. She held on as long as she could while Mr Ruadh applied his right arm to her backside.
“Stop, STOP”! With determination she screamed and wriggled free from his grasp standing up. “That’s enough, that’s it you can stop now”. Mr Ruadh stood back with a satisfied look on his face. As tough he was the cat that had got the cream. Mandy clutched at her hot, stinging buttocks almost naked before him. Her face streaming with tears. “That’s enough”!
“Yes I think that will do Mandy”. Mr Ruadh replied to her protests. As she stood in his office rubbing her bottom he turned the chair around and sat before her. “Are you ready to apologise for you behaviour and thank me for you punishment Mandy”. She faced him and confessed “I am very sorry that I stole from you and I promise that it will never happen again….. I deserved to be punished for my behaviour….. thank you for spanking me”.
Satisfied with her response Mr Ruadh beckoned her to come closer and stand before him. “Now Mandy. I am going to ask you to stand in the corner for a few minutes while you think about the consequences of your behaviour. Is that alright”? As he spoke he adjusted her blouse so that it no longer hung loose now exposing her bushy quim to his probing stare. She instinctively held her hands over this sensitive area. Sat before her his eyes were at belly button height and he could see all he wanted to see.
“Hands on your head Mandy”. He was still firm and commanding in his instructions and she obeyed now exposing her self fully to his gaze. She could see him drinking in the gorgeous sight of her pussy and this increased the feeling of humbleness and humiliation. “Turn around” he intoned. Again she complied. Mr Ruadh took full advantage of the situation groping at her raw buttocks, stroking the backs of her legs.
This went on for about five minutes before Mandy was ordered to stand in the corner of the room. She complied and stood facing the wall, feeling a rising sense of excitement between her legs. “I am going to leave the room for a few minutes Mandy, I will expect you to be in this position when I get back”. He left Mandy to contemplate her feelings of arousal. She had never in her life expected to enjoy such an experience, but had none the less deeply enjoyed it. This made her feel confused. She felt almost cleansed, reborn, but without the burden of guilt. Calm in the knowledge that whatever she had done she had been properly punished for her misdemeanours.
Mandy wondered where he had gone. She could feel the heat of her bottom but did not dare take her hands of her head to soothe her burning bottom. She missed his caressing hand and wished he would come back and hold her. Mr Ruadh soon returned but not to hold or caress her. “You can go now Mandy”. He brusquely informed her. Mandy took her hands from her head and pulled up her knickers and tights. She retrieved her skirt and pulled it over her swollen bottom wincing slightly as she did so. “Well Mandy, I hope you have learnt a lesson and that I shan’t have to punish you like this again”. He watched her dress with a wicked grin. “No Sir”.
“Good, a girl your age should know better, perhaps someone should have given you a spanking earlier and you would not have never have got into this situation in the first place”.
“No sir, thank you sir”. She finished adjusting her clothing and wiped away the tears from her face. “Off you go then”. He cheerfully gestured at the door and Mandy scampered off leaving an extremely satisfied Mr Ruadh in the office.
Prologue
The next morning Mr Ruadh was surprised by an early knock at his door. It was Mandy. He beckoned her in. He looked slightly embarrassed. “Yes Mandy what can I do for you”?
“Its about last night sir”. He seemed even more nervous now, stumbling over his reply. “Well I think we can forget about …last …um…night… I would appreciate it if this was kept between ourselves….if you don’t mind……..”
“Its just that I know I deserved to be punished sir…” He interrupted “It won’t happen again Mandy…” “Well that’s just it Sir, I have been thinking, and perhaps I deserve to be spanked more often”!
The look of surprise on Mr Ruadh’s face almost exceeded the surprise Mandy felt now that she had said it. Laying awake overnight she had struggled with the confusion she felt about what had occurred the previous evening. But now she was firm in her resolve. She wanted to be punished, she needed to be punished. She wanted to be punished by him. Mr Ruadh considered this prospect for a moment and she could see him visibly relax. Yes perhaps he had over stepped the mark. But it was clear to her that they had both gained something from the experience. It was definitely something she wanted them to share again.
Mr Ruadh came around from behind his desk to where Mandy was standing. He reached for her hand and held it gently while he gave her a kiss on the cheek, running his free hand softly through her hair. “I am sure that something can be arranged Mandy. And by the way, thank you, for last night, I enjoyed it very much”.
Mandy smiled back “Just don’t leave it too long Sir, I can be a very naughty girl, and I might need to be spanked quite often”! She teased him, knowing that even though it had been her that had submitted to his discipline, she was the one now in control. It was after all her decision!
Of course Mr Ruadh did not leave it too long and a few days later Mandy was once again waiting nervously in his office.
When Mr Ruadh entered Mandy was already standing in the corner, facing the wall, trembling slightly in apprehension. After the first punishment Mandy had received from Mr Ruadh they had come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. This was to be her first voluntary visit to his office and though they had both talked about it first she was still nervous. It had become clear after her first visit across his knee that they both had an interest in corporal punishment. She had discussed the use of safe words with him and he seemed pleasant and trustworthy. The memory of that first spanking from him was still vivid in her memory. Secretly she hoped that he would spank her really hard though this thought caused the feeling of nervousness to grow and her stomach tightened. She wanted to submit, longed to let go of her all her achievement’s and frustrations. More than anything she wanted to be told what to do and made to suffer for her failures.
Mandy dare not look round, but she could hear Mr Ruadh in the room behind her. His eyes gazing at her. At last he spoke. “Mandy, you may come and stand in the middle of the room”. He pointed at the floor, she hesitated then complied politely. Mr Ruadh addressed her, a firmness in his voice which she hadn’t detected in their previous meetings. “You know why you are here don’t you Mandy”. She nodded assent. “Well I am going to lay down some ground rules for your behaviour while you are in the study is that understood Mandy?” She nodded again. “Mandy, lets get this straight right away, when I ask you a question I expect an answer, not a nod of the head, a proper answer”. She nodded her head again, not that she meant to, just that she had not quite caught up with the game yet. Mr Ruadh quickly reached round behind her and laid a sharp slap across her buttocks. “Awwow!” her hands where not quite quick enough to have stopped him. Her first smack.
“While you are being punished Mandy, you will address me as Sir, is that understood”? She replied “Yes”. As he raised his hand to slap her again she added “...Sir”.
“That’s better Mandy. I also expect obedience from you. Anything less than complete obedience will result in additional punishments. Is that understood”? This time she addressed him formally “Yes Sir”. “When I tell you to do something you will do it straight away with no fuss. While I am punishing you I expect you accept your punishment and you will also thank me for your punishment after I have finished”. He looked at her closely, she felt that he was working himself up into the strictest person he could possibly be and she started to tremble again, anxiety or anticipation. She could not tell which.
He stood away from her and pulled a chair over, placed it before her and sat down. His eyes at bellybutton height. She could see him drinking in the sight of her stood before dressed this time in her old school uniform. He had requested this especially. He eyed every contour of her body as it tried to burst through the ill fitting school blouse and plaid skirt. He was enjoying the felling of power over this woman. “You may take off your skirt and hang it up”. She unwrapped the school skirt and walked over to a table on one side of the room where she neatly placed it. “Now come back here”. He pointed at the spot on the floor where she had been standing before. When she had returned to the centre of the room he addressed her again. “In a few minutes Mandy I will take you across my knew, take your knickers down and spank you. Is there any reason why I shouldn’t”?
Mandy considered this question for a moment, well she couldn’t really complain, after all they had planned it this way. “Well”! He snapped, shocking her with the severity of his tone. “Ahh No...No Sir”.
“Mandy, when I ask you a question you will answer me. If you don’t want to do as your told I will have those knickers down quicker than you think”. He had risen from his chair and was now standing very close to her, invading her space. She felt as though she wanted to move away from him but as she did he advanced. Grabbing her arm “Stand still”. A hand slapped at her legs through the material of her white cotton schoolgirl knickers. The other hand holding her away from him so he could get a good reach. “Are you sorry for your insolence”. He stopped smacking her, but her reply was too slow and he resumed “Awwow ...yes I am sorry Sir”. Came the quick response.
He let her go and went back to the chair and sat down. “We have a lot of work to do Mandy and I will not stand for your insolence. You are here to be disciplined and I am going to discipline you. Now pull up your blouse so I can get a good look at you”. She just looked at him, this wasn’t supposed to be part of the game she thought, she wasn’t going to just pull up her blouse for him to see all at his leisure. This hesitation just made Mr Ruadh angrier though and he stood up again. “If you can’t obey me in a simple task like this Mandy I am going to have to use more severe methods”. His tone was forceful and commanding as he reached for her blouse and pulled it up high around her waist now clearly exposing her panties. “Put your hands on your head Mandy before I fetch my cane”! Cane she thought! “Yes Mandy my cane. If you can’t accept a simple spanking without turning it into a drama what do think it would be like to get the cane”? “You can’t cane me”.
“I can do exactly what I like with you and you will learn to accept it young lady. Now put those hands on your head”. Chastened she placed her palms on the top of her head and stood there feeling humiliated and embarrassed that he could now see her in all her glory. Mr Ruadh sat back on the chair and savoured the sight of her standing, breasts thrust out buttocks and thighs exposed.
“Now Mandy when I say, you will go to the corner of the room and stand like that facing the wall. While you are there you can think about what has brought you here, and why you are going to be punished. When I think you are ready I will expect a confession from you. I want to hear you tell me why you should be punished”. Mandy wanted him to get on with it and spank her but dare not say anything. “You may go to the corner now Mandy”. She sidled over to the corner of the room she had been standing in earlier. She stood hands on head a growing tingle deep in the pit of her belly. He didn’t need to touch her, as he sat in the chair behind her she could feel him mentally stroking the backs of her legs, her inner thighs, feeling her soft bottom through the cotton of her knickers. Soon she would be across his knee, soon she would feel the sting of his hand across her ripe flesh.....................
“Are you ready to be punished Mandy” she heard him say, “Well answer me girl”! She had no choice now, despite second thoughts the tingling deep into the pit of her stomach drove her towards the inevitability of her next words. “Yes sir”.
“Well come over here and stand before me Mandy”. She turned and dropping her hands to her side glided across the room towards him. She felt as though her legs hadn’t moved and now in his hand she could see a rather wide and thick leather strap. Mandy could barely stand before him, her knees weak at the sight of the strap and the though of what was about to happen. Mr Ruadh directed her to place her hands on her head again. His hands started to stoke her legs and slid around behind her to feel those soft buttock’s, playing with the elastic of her knickers.
She felt his hands grip her firmly and pull her closer to him so now she was standing between his legs. Paul Ruadh pressed his face against her smooth and beautifully youthful stomach, his tongue exploring her belly button. His breath, slow and deep as though he was drawing in every smell of her, immersing himself in her aroma. Those hands now pulled impatiently at the elastic of her knickers, rolling them around her thighs. His tongue followed into her pubic hairs and around the top of her pussy, hands now pulling her into his face.
Just as she started to feel her legs part for that probing tongue Mr Ruadh pulled away and turned her side on to him. Now she stood, still with her hands on her head, feeling the ecstasy of the moment. One hand groping her bottom, stoking and squeezing it. While the other slipped between her legs and explored her pussy. While Mr Ruadh played with her he explained what was to happen next. “I am going to give you such a spanking my girl…….. You will beg for mercy before I have finished with you….. I will have that bottom reddened and stinging….” Skilfully he manoeuvred her around to one side and Mandy tumbled across his lap, bottom up legs askew. He started straight away, slapping her with that leather strap. Each stoke harder, stinging, making her yell and dance. At each stroke her pussy got wetter. She could feel the weals growing across the red moon of her buttocks as she wriggled and tried to break free. He held her in place, applying more caresses with the strap. “Whap…slappp….whack….whap……”! The more she wriggled the tighter he held her and the more he spanked her until Mandy lay forlorn across his lap, the struggle finally beaten out of her.
Mr Ruadh stopped the punishment now and while she lay there sobbing he soothed her burning bottom with cool caresses.
“Would you like me to put on some cream” he asked? “Mmmhh please” Mandy replied. And that’s how she remained for the next few minutes, lying across his lap with tear stained face while Mr Ruadh gently and with care applied a cool lotion to her bruises. Once he had finished apply ointment to her buttocks his inquisitive fingers began to slip and slide between her legs and deep into her pussy, bringing her towards a climax . Mandy could feel his rigid member beneath her stomach and this made her want him more and more………………
I think you can imagine what happens next..........
THE END
Author Unknown
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Lucy Millar's arrival at St.Bede's Boy's Grammar School as the young biology teacher was as dramatic as suddenly opening the doors of a monastery to women. Among the twenty or so teachers already there, only one was female. She was Miss Arnott, tall, grey-haired with nicotine stains on her gappy teeth, who always spoke in a masculine rumble. She wore mannish suits and brown brogues. 

It all started for me half a century ago. This is a tale of two girls; Nina and Rose. They were my cousins. Nina, who worked in an office, was quite attractive but not a beauty, and rather broad around the hips. Rose, on the other hand, was a very pretty girl, possessing lovely chestnut hair with auburn tints, and a good well-rounded figure. 

Dr.Stanton, on his appointment as headmaster at St. Swithin’s School For Girls, made many changes in his staff in order to improve the school’s performance and reputation. Some of these changes had a double purpose, however, being carefully planned to facilitate his private ambition in regards to the caning of his pupils. This punishment was already accepted as a proper way to maintain the discipline so necessary to excellent academic performance, but pursuing this activity to an unusual extent was a very distinctive part of his own satisfaction.




