With a click of a button it was done. It had to be done - the guilt was consuming her and now she just had to hope for a reply.
Amanda Henderson was a 42 year old headmistress - at 5 foot 10 inches fairly tall - black haired and a size 12 so certainly a looker rather than a plain Jane. She also (as a Headmistress) believed in right from wrong and so regretted that the cane was no longer in use for the numerous badly behaved girls of the modern age. This however seemed like the solution to her problem.
Two days ago, at the end of term, she had agreed to go for a drink with her staff - in fact she had actually proposed it as the school had had their best exam pass rating for many years.
She hadn't planned on driving but as her taxi had cancelled she had no option as the venue was about five miles away. Neither had she planned to drink so much but the staff hadn't let their hair down in a while so she was happy to go along with things. None of the other staff members had driven and one by one their taxi's or lifts arrived and the numbers dwindled. Amanda was the last to leave and hadn't realised how much she had drank so got in her car and drove home. She found herself on the wrong side of the road a few times and vaguely remembered some pedestrians waving their fists at her - wow - she got home and cried - how was this respected pillar of society ever live this down if she'd been recognised. She held this thought for the next day and along with the thick head guilt began to consume her every thought.
Stupidity, danger to herself and others, respect - all had gone out of the window. What a bad example she was to others who respected her - what she had done was so wrong and so against everything she stood for. Had her students done this there would be consequences - she also had to face the music to put things right.
How could she do this - she was basically a naughty woman who needed to be punished - in her own schooldays she would have been caned - it never did her any harm in the long run and probably got her to the position of Headmistress as she was now - discipline was a priority in her life.
She needed caning - that would be her redemption - how could this be achieved ?
Internet - people offered this service surely - she began trawling on her laptop and eventually found someone who only lived about half an hours drive away. She confessed everything in an e-mail and sent - which is where we began this story.
Barely an hour passed before she had a reply - nervously - she read the e-mail she had been sent. "Dear Amanda - yes I can help with your problem but we need to meet beforehand to discuss the way forward and everything which is involved for once we begin there is no turning back". Well the ball was in her court now - yes or no - this was her last chance to pull out - she somewhat excitedly replied - setting up a meeting in a coffee shop the following day. The reply came and a meeting was duly set up.
She always dressed to impress - stockings and heels over trackies and trainers every time. Always early for meetings today was no exception as she drank her mocha sat at a table in the window. Right on time an elderly looking smart dressed gent approached her table. "Hello Amanda I'm John - I believe we need a chat". He was older than she expected (about 60 she guessed but 66 in reality) which pleased her as she didn't fancy being dealt with by a person younger than herself. "Yes sir - we do need to talk please join me" and with that for the next hour they got to know each other and agreed on the next step - an appointment at John's home for a caning - she had actually agreed to be caned - it was her only way to attempt to rectify things and it would happen in two days time.
The day duly arrived and as the school was on half-term she had no problems going to her appointment. Blouse, black skirt, black-seamed stockings and heels - as always for Amanda - smartly dressed (and no doubt smarting later).
Sat nav successfully got her to John's home ten minutes early and her adrenelin had reached boiling point as she knocked on the thatched roofed cottage door. "Ah Amanda - so good to see you're early - no second thoughts ?" No sir she replied - I'm here for redemption as promised and immediately gave him the agreed fee for his service.
John offered tea / coffee before confirming what was going to happen - and Amanda nodded her head as he spoke. "We agreed on a bare-bottom spanking followed by twelve strokes of the cane Amanda - shall we begin" suddenly it hit her - this was what she deserved - this is what she needed. John asked her to remove her skirt and he sat on a chair - motioning her to bend over his lap. Embarassing as it was for the 42 year old Headmistress she managed it with minimum fuss. He began to spank her - slowly at first - over her still knickered bottom - first one cheek then the other - ten minutes passed and a warm glow was filling her bottom. No more than pink he then asked her to remove her knickers - she duly did and returned over his lap. Wow - he suddenly upped the pace - suddenly her stockinged legs began kicking in the air as he pounded each cheek with hard slaps - pink became red - became crimson - even a bruise or two - tears were now flowing - mascara running - then suddenly it stopped and he told her to stand up. Oh God she thought - the caning was still to come.
He also stood and moved an armchair - telling her to bend over the back of it. Amanda did so presenting her now very red bottom for the cane. John went over to a table and picked up a rather whippy junior type cane - swishing it and Amanda prepared for the worst.
He stood at her side and said "twelve strokes Amanda as we agreed" - yes sir came the respectful reply.
Thwack - wow - the first stroke cut across both cheeks in the very centre of her well apportioned rear - Amanda gasped as a feint tramline appeared. John caned her every 30 seconds and extremely hard. After 6 minutes and twelve strokes Amanda was a mess - her face was red and tears freely flowed - her bottom swollen - red - tramlined and bruised. Crying profusely she thanked John for her punishment and immediately felt redeemed. Never again she vowed as she drove home on a raw bottom - never again ? I wonder ??
Amanda Henderson was a 42 year old headmistress - at 5 foot 10 inches fairly tall - black haired and a size 12 so certainly a looker rather than a plain Jane. She also (as a Headmistress) believed in right from wrong and so regretted that the cane was no longer in use for the numerous badly behaved girls of the modern age. This however seemed like the solution to her problem.
Two days ago, at the end of term, she had agreed to go for a drink with her staff - in fact she had actually proposed it as the school had had their best exam pass rating for many years.
She hadn't planned on driving but as her taxi had cancelled she had no option as the venue was about five miles away. Neither had she planned to drink so much but the staff hadn't let their hair down in a while so she was happy to go along with things. None of the other staff members had driven and one by one their taxi's or lifts arrived and the numbers dwindled. Amanda was the last to leave and hadn't realised how much she had drank so got in her car and drove home. She found herself on the wrong side of the road a few times and vaguely remembered some pedestrians waving their fists at her - wow - she got home and cried - how was this respected pillar of society ever live this down if she'd been recognised. She held this thought for the next day and along with the thick head guilt began to consume her every thought.
Stupidity, danger to herself and others, respect - all had gone out of the window. What a bad example she was to others who respected her - what she had done was so wrong and so against everything she stood for. Had her students done this there would be consequences - she also had to face the music to put things right.
How could she do this - she was basically a naughty woman who needed to be punished - in her own schooldays she would have been caned - it never did her any harm in the long run and probably got her to the position of Headmistress as she was now - discipline was a priority in her life.
She needed caning - that would be her redemption - how could this be achieved ?
Internet - people offered this service surely - she began trawling on her laptop and eventually found someone who only lived about half an hours drive away. She confessed everything in an e-mail and sent - which is where we began this story.
Barely an hour passed before she had a reply - nervously - she read the e-mail she had been sent. "Dear Amanda - yes I can help with your problem but we need to meet beforehand to discuss the way forward and everything which is involved for once we begin there is no turning back". Well the ball was in her court now - yes or no - this was her last chance to pull out - she somewhat excitedly replied - setting up a meeting in a coffee shop the following day. The reply came and a meeting was duly set up.
She always dressed to impress - stockings and heels over trackies and trainers every time. Always early for meetings today was no exception as she drank her mocha sat at a table in the window. Right on time an elderly looking smart dressed gent approached her table. "Hello Amanda I'm John - I believe we need a chat". He was older than she expected (about 60 she guessed but 66 in reality) which pleased her as she didn't fancy being dealt with by a person younger than herself. "Yes sir - we do need to talk please join me" and with that for the next hour they got to know each other and agreed on the next step - an appointment at John's home for a caning - she had actually agreed to be caned - it was her only way to attempt to rectify things and it would happen in two days time.
The day duly arrived and as the school was on half-term she had no problems going to her appointment. Blouse, black skirt, black-seamed stockings and heels - as always for Amanda - smartly dressed (and no doubt smarting later).
Sat nav successfully got her to John's home ten minutes early and her adrenelin had reached boiling point as she knocked on the thatched roofed cottage door. "Ah Amanda - so good to see you're early - no second thoughts ?" No sir she replied - I'm here for redemption as promised and immediately gave him the agreed fee for his service.
John offered tea / coffee before confirming what was going to happen - and Amanda nodded her head as he spoke. "We agreed on a bare-bottom spanking followed by twelve strokes of the cane Amanda - shall we begin" suddenly it hit her - this was what she deserved - this is what she needed. John asked her to remove her skirt and he sat on a chair - motioning her to bend over his lap. Embarassing as it was for the 42 year old Headmistress she managed it with minimum fuss. He began to spank her - slowly at first - over her still knickered bottom - first one cheek then the other - ten minutes passed and a warm glow was filling her bottom. No more than pink he then asked her to remove her knickers - she duly did and returned over his lap. Wow - he suddenly upped the pace - suddenly her stockinged legs began kicking in the air as he pounded each cheek with hard slaps - pink became red - became crimson - even a bruise or two - tears were now flowing - mascara running - then suddenly it stopped and he told her to stand up. Oh God she thought - the caning was still to come.
He also stood and moved an armchair - telling her to bend over the back of it. Amanda did so presenting her now very red bottom for the cane. John went over to a table and picked up a rather whippy junior type cane - swishing it and Amanda prepared for the worst.
He stood at her side and said "twelve strokes Amanda as we agreed" - yes sir came the respectful reply.
Thwack - wow - the first stroke cut across both cheeks in the very centre of her well apportioned rear - Amanda gasped as a feint tramline appeared. John caned her every 30 seconds and extremely hard. After 6 minutes and twelve strokes Amanda was a mess - her face was red and tears freely flowed - her bottom swollen - red - tramlined and bruised. Crying profusely she thanked John for her punishment and immediately felt redeemed. Never again she vowed as she drove home on a raw bottom - never again ? I wonder ??
