Lonestar 2025 Part 2: Alice the naughty school girl
Lonestar 2025 Part 2: Alice the naughty school girl
This part is a story of my day, told from the real events but turned into a story. Names have been changed but the overall flow of events has remained, as well as the details of the spanking.
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I awoke early, probably just jet lag but also i had a feeling about the day ahead. It was Friday, the last day of school and i was looking forward to a fun-filled weekend of play time ahead. The only downside was that Ms. Marrissa, the principal, had asked to see me. I had no idea what it was about, well, maybe some of the teachers had been moaning at me about paying attention but that was normal.
I got dressed for the day, i have to say i love our school uniform. It just feels right to be honest, and putting it on always is a pleasure. With my bag packed i was ready to head out for the day - Auntie insisted on taking a photo of me, she said i looked really cute!
Off i went to school, and the first lesson of the day was incredible. A history lesson on Swedish Birching, along with a live demo. The whole ritual around collecting the twigs, and binding your own birch was fascinating and i learnt alot.
It was going fine until it came to going to the Principals office. There were a couple of others waiting, from inside i could just make out the sound of tears and the slap of people being punished - corporal punishment was not only allowed here, but encouraged by both teachers and guardians.
Moments later two of us were called into the office, and told to sit down and wait. I gasped at the sight, but obeyed at the glare from the Principal's assistant. There, bent over the end of the desk was another student, i couldn’t make out who but behind her the Principal stood with a huge strap in her hand.
As i watched the strap swung down across the students behind, filling the room with a crack of leather on flesh followed by the muffled cry of the student.
“5 Ma’am!” the student cried out. The other student was waiting and i made eye contact for a moment, before both looking down at our feet. This was not good.
6, 7, 8. The blows continued. Finally the student was allowed up, i made out from the corner of my eye it was Alisson Banks. She was always in trouble.
“I trust this matter is settled and these shenanigans will end young lady!” the principal scolded me. Now get yourself off to class.
“Yes Ma’am,” She said with a curtsy, and scuttled out the door without so much as a second look at us.
Silence hung in the room, i dared not look up as the sounds of paperwork being checked came from the desk.
“Alice, over here.”
I gulped, but stood up and went over to the desk, curtsying and waiting.
Mrs Melissa looked up at me over her glasses, and pointed at the chair.
“Sit young lady,” she ordered, pointing at the wooden stool in front of her desk. No cushions, just hard wood.
“It has been brought to my attention that your grades have been slipping, and despite your teachers best efforts you still drag behind, and are repeatedly late with homework.”
“I’m sorry Mrs…” i started, an excuse ready to pop out my mouth but MRs Melissa raised her hand.
“I’m not here to listen to excuses, this will be dealt with now, in a calm and efficient manner young lady. You know full well we do not accept this sort of poor attitude here at this school, and you know the consequences of such failure. Over the end of the desk please, dress up.
“But Mrs, please let me explain…”
“You will only make it worse alice by saying anything more, that’s two more to the punishment already, don’t make it more.
I shut my mouth, i knew Mrs Melissa was serious, and having seen the punishment Alison got i didn’t want to make it worse.
I bent over the desk and pulled my dress up.
“Maybe this will get through that you need to change your attitude young lady. 8 is now 10, you will count them.”
The first blow made me yelp, the sound of the leather prison strap across my bum filled the room.
“One Ma’am,” i winced finally.
Those 8 blows were tough, i almost lost count at 5 but just about remembered. Mrs Melissa wasn’t messing about. At the end i was panting furiously, my bum burned and i was humiliated.
Mrs Melissa went back to her seat and typed something into her PC. I pulled down my skirt and stood next to the chair.
“I trust this will be the end of this, and your efforts will improve?”
“Yes Ma’am,” i said, wanting to rub my tender bum but not daring too in the office.
“Very well, dismissed.” Mrs Melissa said with a wave of her hand. I curtsied and turned, but just as i reached the door Mrs Melissa called out.
“Alice, I almost forgot. Mr Davies also wants to see you about this topic at 13:40, don’t be late.”
I gulped as i left the office, Mr Davies, the vice principal, had a reputation. A strict British Teacher that rules with an iron fist. If he wanted to see me it was not going to be good.
After a small lunch, during which i was way too nervous to really eat much, it was time for class to start again, but i had other places to be.
Once again, for the second time that day i found myself sitting outside a teachers office, listening to the sound of punishment being administered. This one though sounded distinctly different, the swoosh, the crack, the cry of pain. There was little doubt that inside a student was being caned.
When they came out there were tears in their eyes. It was Jenny, she was also a regular at the Principals from what i heard.
“Oh, Alice. Wait one minute then knock on the door. Wait to be called in,” She said. “Good luck, He’s in a terribly bad mood today.”
With that she scrambled off to class, a hand rubbing her bum as she went.
That minute wait was unbearable, waiting for what i know was to come but stuck in that moment. With a deep breath i knocked, and waited.
“Come in,” the man's voice said from behind the door.
I opened up the door to Mr Davies' office and stepped in. His desk was a large, sturdy wooden one - impeccably organised. To one end Mr Davies sat, his computer open as he typed away.
I walked in, curtsied and stood by the chair, waiting. Mr Davies didn;t look at me for a white, finishing what he was previously doing.
“Sit down alice, we need to have a little chat. I have been informed by your teachers that you have been rather distracted in class, leading to you being disruptive. Explain.”
Mr Davies was renowned for putting things bluntly and getting to the point, i gulped.
“Umm, I just - well Sir i hadn’t finished my work on time so I was trying to finish it off. I didn;t mean to be disruptive Sir.”
“Oh there is more to it than that, isn’t there. COme on now, i know the reason but want to hear it from you.”
“I don’t mean to Sir, honest. I just get distracted quite easily in class, that's all. I try to focus but….” I trailed off. I didn;t want to finish that sentence.
“But you are distracted by what's outside the window i hear. Yes, it's not gone unnoticed that your lack of attention coincidentally happens when the men's football team is working out on the field."
I looked aghast, I didn't think anyone had spotted. It was true though, my heart went all aflutter when the team was working out, all hot and sweaty and…..
“There you go again, just thinking about it. Well this is not good enough, alice, not at this school. I have instructed all your teachers to have you moved to the front of the class, as far away from the windows as possible. You will sit as close to your teachers as possible from now on so they can ensure your attention is on the right things.” Mr Davies said sternly.
“Is that clear young lady?” he asked, getting no response.
“Y-y-y-yes Sir,” I mumbled, my eyes down afraid to look him in the eye.
“I can’t hear you, IS THAT CLEAR?” he shouted.
I jumped in my seat at being shouted at, “Yes Sir!”
“Good. Well now that is dealt with i think a taste of the cane is in order, to make sure this message has sunk in. Don;t you alice?”
“Please Sir, i will be good. I don;t need the cane, i will pay attention i swear!”
“Oh i know that Alice, after this you will most certainly pay attention. Now, i have made my mind up and anything you say will only make it worse. Up over the desk now.”
I groaned a little but stood up, i could feel his eyes on me.
“I think a strapping is in order for that groan first, then the cane for the lack of attention. And detention tonight after school. Care to add more?”
I suppressed another groan and bent over the desk, doing as instructed.
“Good, maybe my point is getting home finally.”
Mr Davies opened up a cupboard on the wall and pulled out a number of implements - two heavy looking straps, and two different canes - laying each one purposefully on the desk in front of my eyes.
“I think this will get my point home alice, don’t you?”
“Y-y-y-y-yes Sir,” I stammered, not wanting to make things worse.
He came around the desk and pulled up my skirt, exposing my panties.
“Ah good, at least you are wearing regulation panties. That's one thing at least. I also see you have been spanked already - Mrs Melissa was clearly as unimpressed with you as I am. Now, it will be 12 with each, you will count each one.”
The first blow with the strap stung, it was like a strip of fire exploding across my behind.
“One sir!”
Two, three, four…. My goodness these hurt. The blows kept coming, until…
“I hope you are regretting all those wasted hours googling over the boys football team rather than paying attention to your teacher. How many is that?
Shit, how many was it, it was tough to keep track.
“Eight Sir?” i finally guessed. There was a long silence in the room which filled me with fear- i was wrong.
“Good, at least you can keep count. 4 more with this one.
The final four were stronger, and then the next strap was even worse. Sir kept stopping and making sure I hadn't lost count, and i just about kept on track.
The worst was yet to come, the cane. Sir was an expert with the cane i had heard, and after just the first stroke i knew why people told me to avoid getting into trouble with Mr Davies at all costs. My bottom exploded with pain as the first cane stroke cracked loudly in the office.
“Ahhhhhhh, one Sir,”
Just the counting is required Alice, the rest of the sounds you can suppress. Blow upon blow, my teeth gritted to stop myself crying out with pain. Tears formed in my eyes as the punishment continued, the first cane was more stingy, but the second felt thicker - had far more of a thud to it.
By the time i had got to my last set of 12 i was broken, unable to move as Sir cleaned his instruments before putting them away. I felt my skirt pulled down and heard Sir returning to his seat.
“Let this be a lesson alice, front of the class and full focus from now on, do i make myself clear?”
“Yes sir!” i sobbed, still bent over the desk.
“Good, now get up and get out of here. You can tell the next student to wait one minute before knocking. I do not want to see you again, you understand me?
I stood up and curtsied.
“Yes Sir, i will do better.”
“I should hope so,” Sir said. “No begone. Detention as well at the end of the day, remember. I’m sure you know the place.”
I was dismissed with a wave of his hand, i only stopped to grab my school bag near the door and as soon as i was outside i let out a sign or relief and a small sob. I turned to the next student, tears in my eyes.
“Wait one minute, then knock, good luck!” was all i could say.
The rest of the day i was as attentive as i could be in class, embarrassingly enough in all the subsequent classes that day i was indeed ushered to the front by the teacher, a place reserved at the very front.
By the time it came to detention i felt exhausted, like i had learnt more that afternoon than in the rest of the week. Maybe i really had been slacking.
I made my way down to the detention hall reluctantly, joining a throng of other students all heading that way - it seemed there had been a crack down on behaviour as outside 12 of us stood and waited.
Finally a prefect emerged to check we were waiting. “Jason, the head boy, he was such a goody two shoes. Always sucking up to the teachers and being presented as the perfect student, he and his girlfriend, the head girl, were the power couple in the school.
“Ah, its the achievers all waiting patiently. Oh wait no, that’s not you lot now is it. Why am i not surprised to see such familiar faces in this detention line?” His eyes landed on each of us in turn, as the head girl stalked the line telling people to tuck in their shirts, or spit out their gum.
The door opened and Mrs Melissa stepped out, making my heart sink. Oh shit, this was not good.
“Get them in, i have their slips ready.” She said to Jason, who nodded.
We proceeded to step into the room one by one, Jason having taken up a seat behind a small desk at the front with a pile of detention slips. One by one we were handed the slips, and directed to a seat.
Some were given assignments to finish, some told to sit facing the wall in silence. I was given lines, i hated lines. “I must pay attention and stop disrupting the class.”.
Next to us the detention slips were placed, and in near silence the class started their assignments. One of the group, not sure who, started giggling and in moments the prefects were upon them, dragging them out of their seats and pushing them over a spare desk.
Smack, smack, smack, the sound filled the room.
The student was put back in their seat, and i heard the rustling of paper. Whatever they were working on had been scrunched up and thrown away.
“Start again, and you won’t leave until you finish.” The student said.
This pattern continued throughout the next ten minutes, whilst Mrs Melissa sat quietly at the front of the class working on her laptop. Next to the desk menacingly was a bench, a sort of whipping bench positioned so that anyone on it would be exposed to the class.
After ten minutes however she arose from the desk, and wandered up and down the lines of students. I watched her out the corner of my eye stop and someone near the front, picking up their slip before summoning them to follow her to the front of the class.
My hand was cramping already, one side of the sheet was filled and i was already on the second side. I had no idea how many i had to do, was i just to finish the page?
At first the discussion at the front was quiet, but Mrs Melissa’s voice got louder. “This is just not good enough, over the bench now young lady!”
I tried to focus on my work, but was almost frozen with fear watching my fellow student bend over, and seeing the size of the wooden paddle Mrs Melissa picked up. It was huge, heavy looking, with 8 holes, drilled 2 by 4 along the length. The first hit was so loud it made both me, and the person next to me jump. A second blow, my god that thing was brutal. Fear filled me, but before i could see the third a prefect walked past me.
“Eyes on your work alice, or else.”
The sound of the sobs and smacks though was unescapable - as the student was brutally paddled at the front. When Mrs Melissa was finished that student was sent back to her seat, her sobs clear for the class to hear.
A few moments later Mrs Melsiss wandered the rows again - the fear and anticipation was palpable. Everyone was thinking the same thing - am I next? As detention continued there was no pattern to the selection, it seemed Mrs Melissa delighted somewhat in keeping people in the dark.
I finished my lines, and almost immediately a prefect was upon me with more paper, there would be no rest. I was on my third sheet of A4 when a hand appeared from behind me, picking up my detention slip. It was a hand i knew only too well, MRs Melissa. It was my turn.
“Follow me,” She said, walking to the front of the class.
“Sit,” i was told when i found myself standing at the desk, looking down to the side and the strict paddle there.
“This is the second time today Alice, it seems the message has not quite sunk in yet? Even Mr Davies had to speak to you about this i hear?”
“I, i, i,” I stammered, but was immediately stopped.
“I don’t want to hear it alice, you know what you have done, and will be punished accordingly. If your grades and attitude do not improve immediately you will be back here next week every night. Now, this is for your own good - over the bench now, skirt and panties down.”
My hands were shaking as i dared not disobey. I bent over, pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties and waited. I was humiliated at exposing myself to the class but also filled with fear at what was to come.
“12 strokes, I do not expect you to be counting. This will not be easy alice but you will learn.”
I waited for the inevitable, time seemed to freeze and suddenly the first blow landed. The wind was blown out my lungs, i felt like i was being launched forward and through the wall in front of me. Every punishment or spanking i had ever had before this suddenly seemed like a little tap.
I just about got my breath back before the next blow landed - i cried out in pain. Tears filled my eyes and the pain and intensity of the blows.
Three, four.
I couldn’t make it, i was broken. I could feel the tears run down my face.
Five - a scream of pain now. Please let it be over. I would never look out the window again, in class i will be the most attentive student ever!
Six. Something happened at 6 i can’t explain, well maybe it's obvious but at the time it was a hurdle i had to pass to survive. I remember Mrs Melissa saying somewhere in the fog of the feelings “6 down, 6 to go alice,” and knew i could make it. I had survived 6, so 6 more was doable.
Those last six though were brutal. The bench shook with every blow, my bottom wasn’t just on fire, it was burning hot plasma from the depths of hell. Tears flowed freely now, but i had reached a space where i didn’t care. I needed this release. The feeling as the twelfth landed was one of pain but overwhelming emotional relief. Mrs Melissa grabbed my arm as i stood up, pulling up my panties and holding me steady.
“Good girl,” was all she said. Those words i always longed to hear. “Now let this be the end of this. Return to your seat.”
My hands were trembling as it sat back down, my ass was agony as i placed weight on it but something inside me was freed. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, threatening to explode as blood surged through every vein in my body. I was alive, i had total clarity and an emotional freedom I hadn't ever felt.
Suddenly detention was over, i had managed 4 sheets of A4, front and back and was proud of the work. Getting up the prefects were walking around collecting the work, and as mine was grabbed I watched in horror as it was ripped in two without a second thought.
I hurried out the room, tears still welling from the whole experience and found a fellow student to cuddle. We all left the corridor post haste, none of us wanted to get into trouble again.
Thank goodness my school day was over, my ass couldn’t handle much more.
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Author's note: There are times in my short sissy / spanking career that i will never forget. They have such clarity that i can close my eyes and remember them now, as vividly as they were at the time. Looking into Sarah Gregory’s gorgeous eyes as she scolding me for stealing her panties, whilst i was bent over Lady Jose’s lap being spanked with a hair brush. Kitty holding my hand in comfort as i was caned in a dungeon at a swingers party, and watching in utter awe as Mistress Baton said “prepare yourself” before delivering the first cane to a sub, knowing i was next on the bench.
That first blow was one of those moments - a snapshot of such clarity as the strength of the blow registered, as i tried to catch my breath before the realisation of “Oh shit, I have to survive 11 more of those” hit me. My spanking during detention is in my mind as the greatest, most intense punishment i have every had and i think it will be difficult to ever top such intensity again. It was the experience of a lifetime, part of it coming out of the unknown of the severity i was going to get paddled with.
The Top that spanked me was utterly amazing, the whole scene made this spanking the memory it was. She only broke character once, as i pulled up my panites, just after the “good girl” that i thought was going to make me collapse she whispered that there might be a tiny bit of blood from a cut. There was a gentle rub on my arm. The rest of the LS party after a good spanking there was usually aftercare, a cuddle or such but that would have broken the scene here.
Other than that it was back into character and i was sent back to my chair, with a typical look of disdain from the teacher at the bad behaving student.
I found out after that female top was the high talk of detention (there were two sessions one with a female and male “teacher”). Apparently a few of the students “yellow safeworded” during the paddling as it was too much and needed it calmed down, i have to say it did cross my mind, but reaching that 6 was so critical. If it had been stronger still, i think i was pretty close to saying it but, i am so glad i didn’t.
I was so deep in the scene i was a naughty student getting what she deserved - i had no right to tell teacher what should and should not happen. It was absolutely bloody amazing.
I slept the best i ever had that night, my bum was a mess but my goodness was it worth it.
kisses
Alice
xxx
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