Storyline by Mistress Eleise
Featuring Sam Johnson as The Head Girl, Martin Sheridan as Jenkins and Riccardo Bolantani as The Headmaster
Headmaster Mr. Hargrove winced as he flexed his right wrist. The dull throb had worsened overnight after an awkward fall on the wet stone steps. He sighed heavily, looking across his desk at the nervous sixth-form boy standing before him.
“Normally, Jenkins, I would deal with this matter myself,” the Headmaster said, irritation clear in his voice. “However, due to this blasted wrist, I am quite unable to administer the punishment you so clearly deserve.”
He turned to the tall, composed girl standing quietly by the window.
“Miss Samantha Harrington, as Head Girl, the responsibility falls to you today.”
Samantha stepped forward, her posture impeccable. At eighteen, she was one of the most respected and feared girls in the school — elegant, intelligent, and known for her strict sense of justice. She wore her uniform with pride: crisp white blouse, pleated navy skirt, and polished black shoes. Her long blonde hair neatly brushed.
“Yes, sir,” she replied calmly, a faint spark of excitement in her green eyes. “I understand completely.”
Mr. Hargrove nodded. “Give him a thorough punishment. Start over your knee, then use the leather paddle and the black studded heavy leather strap. Make sure the lesson really sinks in.”
Samantha turned to the boy, her voice cool and authoritative.
“Jenkins, remove your trousers and underpants, then come here.”
The boy’s face burned with humiliation as he obeyed, fumbling with his belt. Moments later he stood before her, naked from the waist down.
Samantha sat down on the straight-backed chair and patted her lap.
“Over my knee, Jenkins.”
He draped himself awkwardly across her thighs. Samantha adjusted his position, then began a firm, methodical hand spanking. Her palm cracked down steadily, covering every inch of his bottom and upper thighs. Jenkins gasped and squirmed as the sting quickly built into a deep, burning heat. His bottom rapidly turned from pale to bright pink, then to a vivid glowing red.
After a long, thorough over-the-knee hand spanking that left his bottom fiery crimson, Samantha ordered him to stand.
“Bend over the desk now. Hands flat on the surface.”
Trembling, Jenkins obeyed. Samantha picked up the thick leather paddle. She swung it with controlled power, each loud CRACK flattening his plump cheeks and sending waves of stinging heat through his already sore bottom. Jenkins yelped and bucked with every impact as the paddle turned his bottom a deeper, angrier shade of red.
Next, Samantha reached for the black studded heavy leather strap. The metal studs glinted as she doubled it over. She brought it down with vigor, the heavy leather cracking loudly against his bare skin. Each stinging stroke left broad, burning stripes and deep red marks. Jenkins cried out sharply, his legs kicking helplessly as the studded strap bit into his tender, swollen cheeks again and again.
By the time Samantha finally set the strap aside, Jenkins’s bottom was a blazing, throbbing mess — hot, heavily marked, and exquisitely sore.
Samantha stepped back, admiring her handiwork with quiet satisfaction.
“Stand up, Jenkins,” she said calmly.
As the boy straightened up on shaky legs, pulling his trousers up with a wince, Samantha looked him directly in the eye.
“That was only the beginning of your punishment. Tomorrow evening you will report back here for the final part — a hard bare bottom caning. At least six strokes but probably many more. And I expect you to take them without fuss.”
Jenkins swallowed hard, his face pale.
“Yes, Miss,” he whispered.
Samantha smiled faintly.
“Good. Now go and reflect on your behaviour. I look forward to continuing your lesson tomorrow.”
