A Spanking in Time (Bexhill School) (11 page)

Ten minutes later they were in Nicole’s bedroom, pants around their ankles,
skirts held aloft, examining their bottoms in her mirror. They both sported an impressive display of thin pink, red, purple and blue stripes.

“Have you got any of that cream for bruises?” asked Amélie,
tenderly fingering the most vivid marks.

“Yes, I think so.” Nicole rummaged in a drawer. “Here we are. ‘
Bruise relief, external use only’. Why do they say that: do they think we’re going to swallow it? Shall I put some on for you?”

“Yes please, but be really gentle
.”

The girls took turns lying face down on Nicole’s bed while the other massaged the cream into their friend’s glowing buttocks. They started to feel better.

Amélie wiped her fingers clean. Nicole sat up.

“Wow!” she looked at Amélie and smiled. “Where were we? Oh yes, Bexhill. Do you think they
have the martinet in English schools?”

“No, I don’t think so. I heard
they use a cane. Apparently they love it.”

“What, you mean the teachers enjoy caning the pupils?”

“No. The English enjoy
being
caned! Haven’t you heard? It’s called the
vice anglais
.”

“How can they like
being
caned? Are you sure about that?”

“Well, we’re going to find out.”

They were both silent for a moment.

Amélie glanced at Nicole:
“I wonder if it’s worse than the martinet?”

“
I don’t know, I should think so. Maybe it’s one of those things which we can try out – you know, like fish and chips and lumpy custard?”

“They have
custard
with their fish and chips?”

“No, of course not! But you know what I mean: we have to experience all these English
customs for ourselves. So maybe even the cane.”

“Well,
perhaps, but I think I’ll leave that until last...”

At the thought of the adventure that awaited them across the Channel, the two girls quickly cheered up. Nicole switched into English.

“Would you laike a naice cup of tea, Miss Amélie?”

“Sank you, zat would be delaightful!”

They giggled and hugged each other, and then made their way down to the kitchen. There was no tea in the house, so they drank coffee instead.

Afterword

All r
ight: time’s up. Close your books. You with the big mouth – did that hiding teach you something? Good, now sit still and stop snivelling. If you thought
that
hurt, I can assure you that many of the girls who will appear in the next books would gladly have exchanged places with you.

Now, take notes.

Book 1 in the Bexhill series is called
‘By the Cane Divided’
. It starts with a ‘flash forward’, revealing Debbie at her scheming worst; ruthlessly exploiting for her own ends a severe thrashing to which poor Catharine is subjected. All this is because of the two girls’ competing ambitions to be Head Girl, a position that entitles the holder to carry (and use) a cane.

If anything positive comes out of this whole wretched episode, it’s proof that the
entente cordiale
exists when we find Catharine’s two French friends standing up (or I should say ‘bending over’) for her.

Then we ‘flash back’ again to find how once Debbie and Catharine had been best friends, even sharing together
their first spanking at Bexhill, and its unexpected and painful aftermath.

That aftermath lead
s directly to the founding of the Bexhill Spanking Society by four girls with, I must say, rather bizarre interests. I certainly hope that none of you will be tempted to follow suit.

Now, I know that you’re all at a difficult age, but hormones don’t stop raging around just because you leave school, as our efficient secretary, Miss Holloway discovers to her embarrassment.

I’ll gloss over the frightful episode of that school inspection – too dreadful having to recall those poor girls getting whacked in front of the awful little man. I suppose we all live and learn, even teachers.

And then finally we come to the end of the first term and a bit of uncharacteristic behaviour by
Catharine which sows the seeds for some unpleasant events in Mrs. Winchester’s study. When Debbie finds out how difficult it is to be brave during a caning, the first rift between the two girls appears: a theme, which will keep recurring for the rest of their time at the school.

Very well, get online and download your copies in time for tomorrow’s lesson. Don’t forget the title:

By the Cane Divided, Bexhill School, Book 1

And whilst you’re at it, you might as well order the next two books as well.

Book 2,
‘Six Across’
continues the story of Catharine’s and Debbie’s first year.

As the new term begins, falling sta
ndards of behaviour and effort mean that the Bexhill classrooms have been equipped with brand spanking new oak paddles. The girls doubt whether any of the teachers will have the nerve to use them. What a surprise awaits!

Head Girl
Flo and her cane keep order through the institution of Sunday evening ‘Assizes’, for which there is usually a small but unhappy band awaiting their fate in the corridor outside the Prefects’ Common Room. When Sally and Linda get it into their heads to display their disapproval of a boring lecturer, they have to pay the penalty not only for their cheek but also for some equally ‘cheeky’ graffiti.

Girl meets boy when Algy, from the school next door, agrees to show off his prestigious Dragon cane stripes to Catharine and her friends. Alas, Debbie spots them. Her denouncement of the
voyeurs
leads to a predictably painful outcome, which fully meets with Debbie’s approval.

Shortly afterwards, disgraceful scenes surrounding the regional school hockey finals leave not only faces that are red. Even the local
police constables get swept up in the spirit of things.

The Bexhill Spanking Society acquires a new member, while Linda and Sally try to ensure a supply of chocolate Easter eggs in their own inimitable, but inevitably disastrous way.

Finally, it’s the end of term – but bottoms young and older find little respite even in the holidays.

Remember the title?

Six Across, Bexhill School, Book 2

And rounding off the first year is
‘Twelve Down’
.

Summer Term at Bexhill School, the late 1950s: a time when corporal punishment is still the preferred way of keeping young ladies in order.

Twelve strokes of the cane is the usual penance for those who sneak across to the local store to stock up on cigarettes or – even more shocking – alcohol. But can the suppliers of such forbidden delights be considered entirely innocent themselves or should they, too, share the pain?

Fooling about, the speciality of those high-spirited troublemakers Sally and Linda, is not a good idea when important prospective parents, and their daughter Veronica, are being shown round the school. When a wet sponge meets the visitors, sacrificial bottoms are needed. And what an impression Matron makes on Veronica when their paths unexpectedly cross!

Another parent has generously donated a swimming pool, but when the safety regulations are ignored, neither swimsuits nor seniority offer much protection from the rattan as order is restored.

Miss Holloway, the school’s normally efficient secretary, seems to be losing her touch. The Headmaster wonders whether a touch or two of the same treatment the girls get under similar circumstances might restore her previous efficiency. The important thing is not to get carried away, because the consequences could be calamitous.

Miss Holloway is, of course, the only honorary member of the Bexhill Spanking Society. But the BSS is moving into both the garden shed and uncharted territory, with disastrous results. 

Finally, it’s time for the summer holidays and for Debbie and Catharine the pungent aroma of the Italian coast and a particularly glossy waiter. These lead inexorably to another, equally pungent fragrance: that of linseed oil softening up a
long unused and particularly vicious ‘Society’ cane.

Once again, bottoms young and older find themselves uncomfortably in the line of fire of wood, rattan, and leather.

Don’t forget, that’s:

Twelve Down, Bexhill School, Book 3.