The Convent School of St Catherine The Brave stood in large, secluded grounds. A day
school with a small boarding house attached for those pupils whose parents lived abroad,
the school provided a strict, Christian education for pupils aged 13 to 18 years of age.
So read the prospectus. The registration form also required parents to consent to the
physical chastisement of their offspring should they be unruly or break any of the
numerous school rules that could be identified with physical punishment.
Jasmine Brown, Sam Delaney and Tracy Carver had all joined the sixth form of St
Catherine’s when they were eighteen. They had sat through the start of year lecture given
by the headmaster, William Brayker, and had been foolish enough to attract his immediate
attention by chewing gum in the assembly.
After that assembly they had been summonsed to his study and given a severe dressing
down though they had not been punished on the spot. From that moment onwards, the three
young girls were watched like hawks by the evil head of the school, a wily man who had
long since learned the art of patience, knowing one day each of the girls would slip up
and become his victim. He also knew that once he had them in his sights and they had been
punished according to the rules that Matron delivered the first round of corporal
punishment, he could use practically any pretence once they reached the age of eighteen to
punish them as adults. Oh that wonderful age of eighteen! The young, firm bodies that were
available to him once they reached the sixth form made Brayker squirm with pleasure each
morning as he looked out over the assembled gathering of young ladies.
Because of her gum chewing on the first assembly, Jasmine Brown became one of the
first of the young ladies Brayker was watching. She was also to be the first of the three
girls to feel the full force of the school’s discipline but Brayker had no cause to punish
her until her second week at St Catherine’s.
She broke one of the more serious rules and again found herself standing before the
headmaster’s desk after morning assembly.
“You are a wilful little girl,” Brayker said as she quivered nervously before him.
“You know you are not allowed to leave the school grounds during the day. That rule is
there for your own safety. Now, I have talked to your father and made my intentions clear
and he has agreed that you need to be disciplined.”
“Yes, sir,” Jasmine replied fearfully. At eighteen she had already received
discipline from her father before.
“As required by the rules, I am calling Matron in to assist me with your
punishment.” Brayker shuffled uneasily in his seat while he waited for the sour-faced
Matron to arrive. When she arrived, she smiled thinly at the now-sobbing child.
“Don’t worry dear. You’ll be able to sit down in a day or so,” she smiled again.
“Now, Miss Brown, you will receive six strokes of the cane across your backside. AS
this is your first punishment these will be delivered by Matron and you will be allowed to
wear your skirt. First though, Matron will ensure you are not wearing any padding.”
Padding, thought Jasmine. The idea had never occurred to her and now she knew any
punishment would include a body search she decided it was one option to discard for all
time.
“Right, headmaster, she is ready.” Matron said.
“Good. Right Miss Brown, you will lean over my desk with your hands out in front of
you. Make sure your tummy touches the desk and stand with your legs together. I will hold
your hands while Matron delivers the cane.”
And that was what happened. Jasmine Brown leaned over the desk and in a moment her
hands were being held firmly by the headmaster. She felt the cane as it rested across her
sweet, virgin, covered buttocks, a moment before the awesome sting of the thin wood
flashed through her body as the first stroke bit into her tender flesh.
“Argggghhhhhh!” Jasmine cried out and struggled with her captor, but the headmaster
was far too strong for her and held her in place. The cane was tapping her ass again and
in a moment the swishing sound was terminated by another solid crack of wood on female
miscreant’s backside and an almost instantaneous howl from the recipient. Jasmine was
sobbing now. She had never expected the strokes to be so severe, though there had been
rumours going round the school that in past years girls had actually fainted from the
pain.
Swish! The cane was descending again and Jasmine visibly flinched as the thin cane
created a third stripe under her school uniform.
“Yeeeoooow!” She howled and instinctively tried to straighten up as a prelude to
running away. Her bottom was on fire now beneath her knickers and skirt and Jasmine vowed
then and there that she would be more mindful of the rules in future.
“Yooowwwwww!” She screamed again as the next stroke added a fourth stripe to her now
burning buttocks.
She howled again each time when Matron delivered the final strokes of the cane.
“Stand up and thank Matron for chastising you,” said Brayker.
“Thh…thhh…thank you Matron,” sobbed the young Jasmine Brown as she reached behind
her back to rub her sore ass.
“Perhaps you will learn a valuable lesson today,” said Brayker. “Now, you have
French so hurry along or you will be late for it.”
Jasmine Brown turned and sobbed her way out of the study. She howled again when she
was made to sit on the plain wooden chair in her French class. Her classmates smirked and
laughed secretly throughout the lesson.
From that day, Jasmine Brown knew she was being watched closely, though she had no
idea that Brayker targeted a few girls each year, targeted and watched them, waitingt
until they broke the rules for a second time so he could punish them as adults. In that
first punishment, Jasmine Brown became a target and, in the evil Brayker’s mind, she would
be well worth waiting for.
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