The Punishment List: a collection of spanking stories

1 Abel The Punishment list A collection of spanking stories The Punishment list Abel First published in Great Britain in 2010 by Abelard Books Text Abel 2010. Cover art Catherine Thomas 2010. To my darling wife Haron, with love A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library ISBN 978-0-9558483-2-2. The moral rights of the author have been asserted. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise without the written permission of the Publisher. With thanks to Catherine for the wonderful front cover; to Martha for the painstaking proofreading, and to Alison for her additional support as well as to Haron for her help with design and technical issues. The Punishment list 1. Anna and the headmaster p. 5 2. A maid of two masters p. 14 3. Sanctuary lost p. 26 4. The girl behind the counter p. 34 5.

2 The Punishment list p. 37 6. The occupation p. 57 7. The green slip p. 64 8. Five stars, six stripes p. 71 9. Twenty four of the best p. 81 10. The Punishment cell p. 98 11. The housemaster's secret diary p. 100 12. From left to right p. 110 13. The sequence of events p. 116 14. The colonials p. 122 15. The Punishment dorm p. 134 16. Middlington p. 154 17. The price of privilege p. 171 18. Someone to care p. 184 Anna and the headmaster She'd been the first girl in her year at Willingdon to be caned. The school rulebook that they'd each been sent and had had to memorise before their arrival had been manifestly clear on the role that corporal Punishment played in the school's disciplinary regime. The headmaster's inaugural lecture, welcoming them to the establishment, had removed any lingering doubt that could possibly have remained. Iris Palmer a giggly, friendly, immensely likeable girl in the next dorm had actually been the first to find herself called to the headmaster's study.

3 Her fellow new starters waited with baited breath to learn of the outcome: she later confessed that she almost felt as though she'd let them down when she had returned after a strict lecture ( he made me feel as if I was, so, like, twelve ) and with a dire final warning ( if I find you before me again, you can be sure that I shall be cognisant of the fact that you have taken advantage of my leniency ). Her own call had been two days later, at the end of the school day, and this time the waiting audience would find itself disappointed only by their friend's taciturn reluctance to describe the painful ceremony for their enlightenment and entertainment. She could still remember the chill of the moment when her housemaster had told her that a mere detention would not suffice for behaviour of this most 5 disappointing nature, especially from someone so new to Willingdon. He'd reached into his drawer and taken out a leather folder, from which he'd extracted a pink sheet of paper.

4 As he wrote, his traditional fountain pen filling the page with scrawling blue ink, he'd explained what he was doing: noting details of her offence, so that she could take it to the headmaster for him to deal with her. No specific mention of the cane. No room for confusion left as to its inevitability. Heart pounding, she'd crossed the quad towards the headmaster's house. The front door will be unlocked ; her hands were shaking as she pushed it open. You'll find his secretary's office on the right hand side ; her tongue scarcely co operated as she mumbled the reason for her visit. She was shown to a waiting room, comfortably furnished: trophies filling the cabinets, the walls crammed with photographs from glorious schooldays gone by. This would be where her mother and father had sat, she presumed, before being interviewed by the headmaster as the final stage of the school's exacting selection process, once she herself had already passed the admission exam with flying colours.

5 They'd have sat together. She sat alone, trying to banish all thought of her parents, and how disappointed and ashamed they'd be, were they to know of their only child's current predicament. A grandfather clock in the corner ticked away the minutes. One, two, five, ten, before the front door swung open once more and a flurry of black gown and books and papers breezed past, and she heard a heavy door being opened and closed. Within moments, the headmaster's secretary was before her in the doorway. Her voice tried to reassure, but her message did not: He is free to see you now, pointing the new girl along the corridor to the door at the far end. Knock before entering, and wait until he calls you. Stephenson was kinder than she'd feared. You must be Anna. He rose to meet her: shook her hand, to introduce himself. I remember you doing remarkably well in our entrance tests; I'm delighted you could join us. But I hear that a little issue has arisen?

6 6 A little issue? If only that were true. As crimes go, it can't have been the worst ever, but it had been deemed grave enough to bring her here. Yes, sir. I'm sorry to trouble you, sir, as if good manners might cause him to spare her. She handed over the pink Punishment form. He reached for his spectacles, and studied the details intently. I see Saw that she had argued with Mrs Cooper when she'd been awarded the detention; saw that she'd failed to attend the following evening when instructed to do so; read how she'd again been absent from the detention room the next day, despite the cautionary note from her housemaster. The headmaster took a small fob of keys from his desk drawer, and walked across to open a tall cupboard in the corner of the room. He continued the conversation as he did so: Most regrettable. Girls must learn to respect authority here at Willingdon, even if we don't always expect them to agree with every decision. He picked out a cane, the last vestige of doubt now in smithereens.

7 And on this occasion you seem to have ignored a very clear warning from your housemaster, who had been so kind as to give you a second chance. Most disappointing. She would have liked to argue; she knew his words rang true. Why had she been so foolish, she wondered, wishing like almost every girl rooted to this daunting spot in these circumstances that she could turn back time. I am absolutely sure that you are a good girl, Anna, who is going to do extremely well with us here. And I look forward to celebrating your successes with you over the years. But I'm afraid that in such circumstances I have no choice other than to give you three strokes of the cane. I'm so sorry, sir. Apologising to him helped her stop feeling sorry for herself. As am I. He'd walked to her side now, and touched a point on the floor in front of her with the cane. Please bend forward and touch the carpet here with your fingertips. He moved behind her. She stretched down.

8 The moment was here. Reflecting in later months, she realised that his strokes her strokes were administered with great leniency. At the time, it 7 felt like the most painful experience imaginable, each searing line demonstrating the school's disapproval in the most agonising way. And then it was over, and he was walking away from her to hang up the cane. Over his shoulder, he asked her to stand. I'm sorry to have had to do that, Anna, and I'm sure that I won't have to repeat myself in future with one so bright. He asked her to let herself out, her hands shaking just as badly as she turned the door handle as they had done on her arrival, only this time with her vision blurred by tears. She rubbed her burning backside as she walked back along the corridor, stepping into the cool outside air and praying for somewhere to hide. He did have to repeat himself, of course, just two weeks later, only this time he introduced her to the agonies of a full force six of the best.

9 Once again, she acknowledged to herself, the Punishment was both fair and deserved, breaching a golden rule so clearly laid out in the school regulations. Once again, she asked herself why she had been so idiotic. She'd never even smoked before; she swore that she never would again. This time, the cane was out on his desk before they even arrived. That Danielle Dannie, her new best buddy had accompanied her to be punished at the same time made the whole process even more painful. Anna found herself cast into the role of reluctant expert as they acted out the familiar opening scenes: hand holder, reassurer, comforter, when she so needed reassuring and comforting herself. They were sent down that long, dark, dreaded corridor together. Lectured on the perils of tobacco, as every girl caught smoking in every school had been lectured in the past, and told that they would be caned, as had each of their predecessors. He asked Anna to stand to the side and watch so that you may learn something from your friend's experience as well as your own.

10 The headmaster explained the Punishment position to Dannie; her best friend looked on aghast. 8 Which of the two girls gave the louder sob as the first stroke descended would have been hard to tell Dannie at the shock of the impact, Anna at its sight. By the sixth, there would be no doubt, as the punished girl sobbed her apologies. As the spectator prayed for the Punishment to be over quickly, for her friend's sake, she prayed too for it to never end, for her own. The two girls didn't speak to each other as they swapped positions; couldn't even bring themselves to make eye contact. Anna took her place, the very touch of that carpet confirming the immediacy of her plight. It was then, and only then, that Stephenson informed how let down he felt how very disappointed; how he intended to nip this emerging pattern of disrespect for Willingdon's rules and culture in the bud once and for all. Two girls caned in succession can never be sure whether one has taken whacks more fearsome than the other: the perspectives of punishee and audience are too different to permit fair comparisons, and the done thing is always to sympathise that the other took it so much harder.