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By Leslie Jones
[This story follows my “Class Monitor Gets to Cane,” “Class Monitor Gets to Cane Ch. 02,” and “Student Becomes Teacher” but it can be read on its own. If you would like a recap, see the start of “Student Becomes Teacher.” There’s some severe discipline and bodily functions so if you find those to be problems, read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]
Laura Harding found that both she and her classes had adjusted well to her filling in during the absence of the English teacher, Anne Smithers. Miss Smithers had arranged to have Laura promoted from being a first-year sophomore student to a senior, after Laura and her friend, Barbara Boyd, had served as Anne’s class monitors. These had been challenges because they were the actors in an experiment in which first-year students were monitoring the classroom behavior of second- and third-year students.
There’d been a few rough spots when the older girls had expressed their unhappiness with having two younger girls supervising their conduct and having the authority to give them naughty marks in the teacher’s gradebook and, in situations where a senior girl had been truly out of line, to employ the cane or whip in disciplining her.
When Miss Smithers went on leave for a major medical procedure, she convinced the Head of School, Evelyn (Penny) Crawford to appoint Laura as a teacher to be assigned to conduct Anne’s English classes. While this was unprecedented at St Kendras Finishing School, Laura had shown herself mature enough to have succeeded in handling Miss Smithers’s classes.
Penny Crawford was pleased to have been able to rely on a student to rise to this demanding occasion. She called Laura in at the end of the term and told her she was not only satisfied with Laura’s teaching performance, but she wanted her to stay on as a teacher, even if Miss Smithers returned for the next academic year.
Laura was pleasantly surprised, as she had enjoyed the teaching experience. She had been ably assisted by her friend Barbara, who had served as her assistant teacher. She did wonder, however, how this might affect her college prospects. She did want to go to a four-year college after St Kendras.
Miss Crawford assured her that she would be armed with superb recommendations from her and faculty members who had observed her teaching. “After you serve for another year–and doing a third year is always an option here–you will be well positioned to apply to selective colleges, and we will do everything we can to get you accepted at the college of your choice. You will be awarded your diploma at this year’s forthcoming graduation since you have earned it with your teaching.
Laura told herself that she was privileged to have been given this opportunity. She even looked forward to attending graduation and receiving her diploma with her senior students. Evelyn Crawford saw her enter the great hall and escorted her to the faculty section. She said there was no problem with her walking from that section up to the stage to receive her diploma when her name was called.
All proceeded as planned. Laura heard the marshal call her name and she stood, calmly walking to the stage where the graduating seniors were told to go, and when she arrived at the podium, took the diploma from Evelyn Crawford, who smiled broadly, and then faced the photographer with Evelyn for the traditional pose.
After the diplomas were presented, everyone adjourned to the reception. Several of the seniors came over to Laura and thanked her for how well she had taught them when she had taken over the senior English class from Miss Smithers. One of the first girls she had disciplined, Jamie Kenton, came over and told her that she had indeed not liked it when Laura assumed her role as teacher for the class, but soon Jamie realized how able Laura was.
“Thanks, Jamie,” Laura smiled. “I wasn’t sure whether you ever were reconciled to my being your teacher. I’m fairly sure you didn’t feel very positively about me after that first inspection.”
“Omigod, Miss,” Jamie responded, “when you peered into my vagina and then poked into my bottom-hole, I was floored. Yes, I’d been inspected before by Miss Keane, of course, for example, but being checked out so intimately by a girl younger than me was awful. But then I got used to it, and you really weren’t as mean as Miss Keane.
“I’ll take that as praise,” Laura smiled and thanked Jamie.
Nancy Hartley also came by to thank Laura. Laura knew that Nancy had come round to being one of Laura’s most steadfast defenders but when Laura first started as a class monitor, and was only a sophomore, Nancy was furious when Laura wouldn’t allow her to go to the girls’ room when she really needed to pee.
“I do appreciate your thanks, Nancy,” Laura said. “You were very decent to forgive me for keeping you from going to the girls’ room, but I’d been given my instructions by Miss Smithers. I’m just glad you didn’t lose control in your panties.”
“Yes, Miss,” Nancy grinned, bursa escort “I’m not sure I ever would have forgiven you if I had peed my panties. But you were a terrific teacher, independent of how quickly you adjusted to being a good teacher. The students next year will be lucky to have you for senior English class.”
Laura decided she needed to take some courses over the summer. Two were introductory pedagogy classes at the local community college; others were in subjects she had not had time to take while she was tied up teaching. It wasn’t all that easy to adjust to being a pupil again, but at least these classes had teachers who were focused on getting the material across to a wide range of students. There was no discipline either; none was really needed because everyone was there to learn what they needed to learn for a job or degree.
She finished all the courses with flying colors. When it was time to start teaching again, she first reported to Miss Crawford, who told her that Miss Smithers had requested at least another term of leave. Laura was reluctant to press the Head of School for further information. She realized it was up to her to contact Miss Smithers herself, if only to thank her and tell her how things had turned out for her.
Her first senior English class was only one of three classes she was assigned to teach; all were English courses. She introduced herself to the newly risen seniors as Miss Harding and never mentioned how she had been promoted to teacher from being a student. She also emphasized that she was fair but firm in the classroom.
“You all know the rules here, and if you didn’t learn them in Miss Keane’s class last year, you better get familiar with them right away,” Laura intoned. “I hope we can avoid misbehavior but be assured that I will not put up with any of that. If you follow the rules and remain polite, you need not fear being disciplined. But if you decide or just let yourself take me on, you will accumulate daily conduct zeroes and naughty marks.
“Miss Crawford has instituted some new procedures about discipline of which you should be aware,” she continued. “If you are awarded three daily zeroes for conduct or that many naughty marks or any combination of those, you will be sent to Matron to be fitted for a punishment uniform, which you will not like. You will have to wear it all day and you will have to present a conduct card to each teacher to mark for a week. When you go a whole week free of naughty marks or zeroes, you will no longer have to present the card to teachers, and you can return to wearing the standard uniform.”
One girl, whose name was Teresa Gardner, raised her hand and asked what the punishment uniform featured.
“I’m glad you asked because none of you will like wearing one,” Laura replied. “It has a truly short skirt that would reveal your panties, except that you will be wearing pink bloomers under the skirt so everyone will see them sticking out. Then you will have little white socks and brown oxford shoes. And also, a plain white blouse with a Peter Pan collar, and under it, a training bra like the one you wore when you were in the seventh or eighth grade at middle school; take my word for it–it will feel very tight now.”
Laura gave them a spelling quiz and one for grammar, noting that these were diagnostic: she needed to know how strong those skills were among all the girls in class. “I won’t be entering the grades in my gradebook because I don’t grade you on what you came into class knowing on the first day,” she assured them.
She handed out the quizzes and told them how long they had to complete them.
“Last thing,” she added. “It will be silly for you to try to cheat because these quizzes won’t count in your grade for this marking period; tomorrow, you will be monitored by two sophomores who will be assigned to this class from Miss Keane’s class. They will keep an eye from the back of the room for any attempts at cheating or other misbehavior. And when I’m not here, they have authority to enter a naughty mark or even a daily zero in my gradebook. If you are ill-advised enough to challenge them or treat them disrespectfully, they also may have you lower your panties for the cane.”
“You mean that we can be caned by sophomores,” a tall brown-haired girl named Kathy Clark asked with a bit of disdain. “Yes,” Laura responded, “you can and will be caned by one of the monitors, and if your behavior was truly serious, you may expect a caning or whipping from me upon my return. I hope I need not say more about this. I don’t especially like to discipline but will impose it if anyone misbehaves to merit its application.”
Laura no longer had Barbara in her classroom as an assistant. Miss Crawford had told her that now she was a full-fledged teacher, so Barbara was going to be assigned to another set of classes, in her case, with entering sophomores. Laura had a twinge of both regret and fear at being on her own but then figured that every bursa eskort teacher here was in the same position.
The next day, two sophomores appeared in her classroom at the start of the day and informed Laura that they had been assigned to her senior English class as monitors. Their names, they said as they introduced themselves, were Deborah Grayson and Isabel Landers.
Laura welcomed them, explained that he wanted them to be at the monitor desks at the rear corners of the room. She said they needed to watch for any kind of misbehavior, like chatting during class or passing notes. When there were quizzes or exams, they needed to observe carefully to catch any cheating.
“If I need to go out of the classroom, I will put you in charge and give one of you my gradebook,” Laura informed them. “I know Miss Keane has briefed you on your responsibilities here, but I’ll confirm that if anyone misbehaves you may enter a naughty mark or even a zero for the day in conduct in my gradebook. And if the behavior truly warrants this, my cane is in my desk. You are permitted to cane on the bare bottom, but please reserve that for misbehavior that everyone would agree justified caning.
“Miss Harding,” Isabel asked, “have any of your previous monitors had to cane any of the seniors?”
“Yes, they have,” Laura declared. “I’ll also add that I started out here as a monitor and when one senior girl acted up on my first day and used bad language, I decided she needed to be caned, so that’s what I did.” Laura grinned. Isabel looked nonplused. “I expect you to exercise excellent discretion,” Laura added. “You are being given major responsibility. The seniors will not take kindly to being told what to do by sophomores. But you will establish your credibility. I will back you up. If I don’t like anything you’ve done, I will not call you out in front of the seniors in the class but will speak with you later in my study.”
Barbara came by after classes ended in the afternoon. She told Laura she was teaching a gym class. She figured Miss Crawford was using her or that because she was a good athlete.
“You won’t believe it, but she told me that if anyone gave me lip, I should have them pull down their shorts and panties, and I should give them some smacks on their bare bottom with a plimsoll. Fortunately, the girls I had really liked being in gym and outside on a nice day. But I know that at some point, I’ll have to use the plimsoll.”
Laura suggested they leave together, and she’d drive them to a place to have some coffee and a snack. When they got to the spot, which was located a distance from the school so they would not run into students, Laura looked directly at her friend and told her she had moved into an apartment. She knew Barbara still lived at home.
“Babs,” Laura said generously, “I’d love to have you as a roommate if you’d like that. I think we could get on well, as we have so far. It would be fun to share the place with you. I can also give you a break on your share–she told Barbara how much the rent was and how much Barbara would be responsible for paying.
“Wow, Laura,” Barbara exuded, “that’s really cool of you! Of course, I’d love to share the apartment with you. Can I come with you now to check it out? I know you must’ve picked a nice place, so I accept before I even see it!”
“That’s great, Barbara,” Laura smiled, “and I won’t hold you to it if for some reason you decide otherwise. Let’s go to my new place.”
When they got there, Barbara noted that Laura had her own inside parking space in the garage. They took an elevator up to the apartment, and Barbara was overwhelmed. This would be her first place away from home.
“It’s lovely, Laura dear,” she said quietly. “Thank you so much for inviting to share it with you. Do I have my own room?”
“You do,” Laura said with a broad smile. “I should mention that I have a slightly larger bedroom with a king-size bed. I won’t be surprised if we spend much of our bedtime sharing my bed if that would be something you’d want to do.”
Barbara’s face reddened but she looked at Laura in a very warm way and said she would absolutely love that. Then she came over and hugged Laura, who was both blonde and slightly taller than Barbara, who had flaming red hair and a nice-sized bust.
They walked first into Barbara’s room which did have a full-size bed, a double. Then they went to Laura’s and Barbara whistled at the sight of Laura’s king-size bed.
“Let’s get under the covers, Laura, just for fun,” she said excitedly.
She went to unbutton Laura’s blouse and unzip her skirt, which Laura was happy to have her do. Then Laura did the same for Barbara. They slipped off their shoes and pulled their hose down and off. Now in bras and panties, they crawled under the covers and hugged each other.
“We’re so lucky,” Laura said. “We’re teachers already at our age and we can live together here as roommates with no one questioning our relationship. Plenty of teachers do this.”
“Yes, they do,” Barbara chuckled, “but they don’t all share a bed.”
“That’s why we’ll keep your bed where it is so anyone visiting won’t suspect anything,” Laura suggested.
Laura now reached over and unhooked Barbara’s bra, releasing her very ample breasts. Barbara reached behind her friend and unhooked Laura’s pretty white lace bra, and her lovely tits were now free. The two nestled together and began to feel and tease each other’s nipples which quickly grew hard and pointy.
Laura slowly lowered her friend’s silky lime bikini as Barbara put her thumbs in the waistband of Laura’s pale blue hicuts. Both had nice bushes–Barbara’s flaming red like her hair, and Laura’s blonde and less prominent. Barbara now softly touched Laura between her puffed-up labia and rubbed them tenderly. Laura reciprocated and grazed Barbara’s little clit with her fingertip.
“Ooh, that feels so good, Laura,” Barbara managed to tell her, and Laura waited for Barbara’s clever finger to penetrate her vaginal opening. Barbara did just that and got down between Laura’s spread legs to give her friend’s pussy a good licking.
Laura let herself enjoy Barbara’s attention to her warm pussy. She felt herself quickly getting wet. They had previously been intimate at Laura’s home when Laura’s parents were away, but otherwise, they had been good friends but nothing more.
Barbara pushed her finger gently but steadily into Laura’s vagina. Laura loved this and just wanted to enjoy herself, but she thought she should take the lead.
“Babs,” she said softly, “I will put on my strap-on if that would please you.”
“Oh, yes, sweetie,” Barbara responded with deep breaths. “That would be just what I want.”
“When did you last have a real one in there?” Laura asked, surprising Barbara.
“You don’t think I’m a virgin?” she responded, with a funny look.
“For some reason, dear, no,” Laura grinned.
“Yes, I’ve done the nasty, but I don’t like you or anyone to think I’m a whore,” Barbara confessed.
“Even if you did it more than once, I wouldn’t,” Laura tried to sound sympathetic.
“Well, I did,” Barbara now half-smiled. “I’m not sorry but I’m not looking to spread my legs for every cock that’s there.”
“You do really deserve a spanking, dear, for even suggesting you hadn’t done it,” Laura said more sternly.
“Oh, would you?” Barbara cried, ‘I’d love that!”
“You’d love to be spanked?” Laura mused, confused.
“Laura, I need to be spanked just because I’ve been a bad girl,” Barbara said blankly.
“I never said you were bad,” Laura corrected her.
“No, you didn’t, but you may have thought it,” Barbara rejoined.
“No, it does sound like you’ve been a bit naughty, and naughty girls do need to get spanked,” Laura said plainly.
“Bad, Laura, is worse than naughty,” Barbara now told her. “I was bad. I didn’t save myself for anyone. I was just hot for it.”
Laura rolled over to the side and sat on the bedside.
“Get up and come over so we can give you your well-deserved spanking,” Laura now ordered her in her best classroom voice.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Barbara answered, sounding like a much younger girl.
Once Laura was seated on a firm chair she had by her dressing table, Barbara placed her bare bottom across her lap. Both were totally naked.
Laura immediately began to spank her, then stopped to order her to stop clenching.
“You’d better stop clenching, or your spanking will be longer, and you will be figged,” Laura warned her.
“Sometimes I imagine that I’m being punished like this, but even more severely,” Barbara told her, feeling emboldened but still embarrassed.
“Well, you probably should be punished more,” Laura snapped, “because you really have behaved badly.”
Laura now got into a spanking rhythm by spanking Barbara’s pale cheeks alternately, then giving six spanks on one cheek, followed by six on the other.
Barbara was now making noises, indicating she was feeling the burn of the spanking.
“You’re now going to be caned, Barbara,” Laura announced after about 20 more hard spanks. She ran her fingers through her friend’s legs and felt her wetness. “This gets you excited, doesn’t it?” she questioned Barbara.
“Yes, there’s something about the cane,” Barbara replied. “It is so insidious in how it turns painful when the cane stroke sinks in. I remember when Miss Keane caned me for the first time.”
“Did she go further?” Laura asked, following Barbara’s admission.
“Yes, Laura dear, I was one of the girls who got one of her ultimate strokes–the ones you get between your legs,” Barbara told her. “I’m sort of ashamed that she had to give me that because the others seemed to stay away from me, like I had been horribly bad.’
“What had you done?” Laura asked her softly.
“I used really bad language and yes, I called her a cunt,” Barbara spit it out.
“That’s very bad, dear, and it tends to fire up someone like Miss Keane, or even me,” Laura admitted.
“Well, I now love her, which I suppose shows how good a teacher she was for me,” Barbara explained, “but at the time, I hated her guts. You have to admit she can be mean.”