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Helen Smith is twenty-three and a nerdy very petite I.T. specialist. She is 5ft 1ins tall, very slim, maybe a size 8 to occasionally a size 10 dress, but with gorgeous full firm large breasts size 34dd which seem hugely exaggerated by her tiny stature. She has an amazing tight, firm round bottom and long red hair framing her young-looking face and is regularly asked for ID when out drinking or clubbing as most take her for at most a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl. She is single but equally turned on and excited by both men and women.She works for a specialist software house providing software to educational establishments, schools, colleges, both state and private, and often has to visit them to train staff and install updates and solve any issues. She loves computers, game consoles, and all things I.T. and geeky. She has a bubbly, friendly nature, but is a little introverted.Helen has long known that spanking fascinates her and loves watching videos online, especially ones where the girl her own age or thereabouts is getting an obviously very real hiding, and her bottom looks bright red and so very very sore and has a great many livid, raised, painful looking deep red welts from a belt, strap or cane and she is crying heartily.One particular video favourite is of a girl who looks very similar to herself. She is bent over her bed naked from the waist down and is getting the hardest bare-bottom leathering with a strap she has seen. It looks like a very real punishment, and the lass is yelling, crying, and her bum is scarlet and obviously very, very, VERY sore. However, the bit that excites Helen the most is when her disciplinarian finishes and tosses the thick leather strap onto her bed leaving her sobbing and writhing but returns about five-ish minutes or so later picks up the strap again and gives her already sore bare bottom a second repeat leathering. Helen always climaxes shudderingly at this moment, her finger flying furiously around and over her swollen sopping-wet pussy and clitoris imagining what this second leathering would feel like. Her orgasms at this point might well register on the national seismographic data centre sensors and always leave her a breathless, sweating, exhausted but an extremely satisfied wreck.When attending a school or college she likes to wear a dress or skirt and blouse close to the uniform the girls there would wear. Because of her petite size, she finds almost all of the teachers taller than her, so she has to look up at them, and even most of the girls are taller than her. She enjoys being mistaken for one of the girls and talked to sharply by any of the teachers who mistake her for being a student.Today Helen is to attend a local private sixth form college for girls and wears a white blouse and dark blue skirt, with a jacket, and smiles at herself when she looks in the mirror before leaving, knowing that she will certainly be mistaken for one of the students today, albeit what she is wearing isn’t the uniform the other girls will be wearing, but is similar.Helen had heard that Lorraine Mckinlay is the fifty-six-year-old headmistress and is very much of the oldschool and believes very strongly in good manners, politeness, good education, hard work, and study, and is a very firm advocate of the strap and cane being used frequently on a girl’s bottom and in a manner that leaves her sobbing, extremely sore, and unable to sit comfortably for a long time.She dresses well, mostly in a blouse and skirt which are immaculate and look expensive, and although she is fifty-six, she looks much younger. She is the typical more mature lady, not so slim as she used to be but far from overweight. She is very comfortable with her life, single, and very financially secure although her husband, an investment banker, died in a car accident with a drunk driver. He left her well provided for in the way of insurance, pension and investment portfolio, and she also got escort kocaeli a very large pay-out from the drunk driver’s insurance.Lorraine and her husband were a very loving couple and she herself knew very well just how much her tawses hurt on a bare bottom. Her husband loved spanking her and two or three times a month, sometimes more, she would find herself bent over her bed or the sofa arm getting a very real leathering with her own straps, which left her sobbing and sore for a long time, but also so very turned on. After her leatherings, their lovemaking was so passionate and rewarding that often two or three hours later she would hand her strap to her husband again, bare her bottom, and ask him for another good old-fashioned hiding on her already sore bare bottom, which he never failed to provide. This always left her feeling like a very naughty schoolgirl, but she also loved getting fucked so hard when finished that she was exhausted, happy, satisfied, and her pussy thoroughly filled and tender.Although strict, she is also fair, compassionate, kind and generous, and her office door is always open to any girls who need her advice, help or guidance. Any girl sent to her for punishment, though, knows what she gets will be severe, but just and deserved and it will also be remembered for a long time. Her tawses are legendary as is their excruciating effect.Helen had to visit the school where Lorraine was headmistress to carry out some updates, install the software on new computers, and just generally do some routine maintenance. She arrived first thing at 8.30. When she arrived, she signed in and was given her id badge. This she pinned to her blouse, but, as it caught several times as she plugged and unplugged computers she slipped it into the inside pocket of her jacket. She quickly carried out all the work necessary on the admin PCs, and her last appointment was with the headmistress at lunchtime, getting to her Study at 1:00 pm.As expected, Helen was stopped twice by different teachers and asked why she wasn’t wearing the correct uniform, one even threatened her with detention. Helen enjoyed the scolding until she took out her id badge to explain.On arriving at the Head’s Study, the secretary wasn’t in the outer office and so she knocked, waited, then entered when she heard Lorraine call, ‘Enter’.Lorraine spoke in her usual authoritative headmistress tone of voice and said sternly, “Ah, come in Smith, I have been expecting you. You know why you’re here as you’ve been disciplined by others several times before so let’s get this over with. Get your jacket and skirt off and bend over my desk. It’s twelve of the best this time, and any impudence, procrastinating, or other misbehaviour you know I will not accept, and it will become eighteen or even twenty-four lashes.”Saying that she opened her drawer and pulled out a very well-used thick leather strap, a tawse.Helen’s mind was racing. Why was she to take off her skirt and bend over, why was she going to get a leathering and a very sore leathering by the sound of it? Of course, it struck her that she was being mistaken for another girl who must have the same surname and have to attend the Head’s Study to be punished. That was cool, Helen told herself, and she started to enjoy the scolding, and being called by her surname was a real turn-on. She even wondered if it was worth a few spanks before admitting who she was, and it would be fun to address the Head as she used to address her own headmistress, as ‘Miss’.Helen knew she could easily show the Headmistress her id, but acting the part of the schoolgirl she argued back, saying, “Please, Miss, there must be some mistake as I’m here to…”However, she didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence, and froze as she heard, “I warned you,” yelled the Head, “Now it’s eighteen and not twelve, but please keep going as I’ll be delighted to make it twenty-four. So, get your skirt off and kocaeli anal yapan escort bend over the desk without any more arguing.”Helen was aghast and didn’t take it in and panicked and continued trying to make the Head see she wasn’t the girl she thought she was. However, not having worn her id badge prominently her outbursts were seen as impertinence, lies, and trying to do or say anything to avoid what she had coming, which was definitely, as far as the headmistress was concerned, a very thorough thrashing.Lorraine was utterly fed up with Haylee Smith who she knew was regularly disciplined by her form teacher and other teachers, although never by her, at least not until today, and was determined this time to make her an extremely sorry and sore-bottomed girl. After a few more retorts from Helen, Lorraine said very sternly, “Good, excellent, keep going Smith, as that’s twenty-four now and do you really want to go for thirty or thirty-six?”Helen then grasped the seriousness of her situation and that the Head would not believe her and may even accuse her of producing a false id badge if she got hers out of her jacket and already the number of strokes with that fearsome strap was now a lot and was only going to get more if she kept arguing. So, wide-eyed with fear and sniffing back tears she reconciled herself to getting a thrashing and removed her jacket, hung it over the back of the chair by the Head’s desk, then unfastened her skirt, folded it, placed that on the same chair, and as told to, bent over the desk.In this position, Helen realised how vulnerable her bottom was, and then she next understood just how annoyed the Head was. She saw her draw the strap back completely over her right shoulder and the next thing she heard was the exploding crack as the leather whacked into her thin cotton panty-covered bottom and she screamed. A blazing white-hot stripe of burning fire shot across the centre of her bottom followed rapidly by five more as the tawse bit into her bottom time and again.”Don’t you dare attempt to cover your bottom young Miss and stay bent over or it will be the worse for you,” commanded Lorraine as Helen’s hands shot back to protect and rub her scorching bottom. Lorraine added, “Those aren’t regulation school uniform knickers either, so you will be getting a detention for that as well.”Helen’s mind now filled with the vision of the video of the young lass bent over her bed getting such a thrashing and sympathised with her as this strapping was indeed awfully painful.After the first six Helen was bawling uncontrollably, and after the next six was thrashing around kicking, screaming, yelling, and crying her eyes out. She couldn’t believe how hard the Head was whacking her bottom, nor just how terribly sore her bum already was.After the twelfth stroke, which was a real mean one, right in Helen’s tender sit spot and delivered with great precision and very hard, Helen stood up, grasped her sore behind and danced all the time sobbing out to the headmistress that she wasn’t who she thought she was, but her sobs muffled her voice and what she said was unintelligible.”Be quiet girl, you are getting what you need and deserve. I intend you to remember this and feel it for a week. You also know the procedures and rules, which means you DO NOT STAND and DO NOT COVER your bottom with your hands during your punishment. You seem set on challenging and ignoring me, so, as you want to stand and use your hands, let me remind you not to do this again. Raise your left hand in front of you, palm up and support it with your right hand. Yes, girl, right out, so get those hands in place.”No sooner had Helen complied and followed the Head’s instructions than Lorraine brought the tawse back over her shoulder and whipped it down to land with an ear-shattering thwack centrally across Helen’s palm. Poor Helen let out a lung-bursting yell izmit yabancı escort and clamped her throbbing scalded palms together rubbing them furiously, but the pain and fire was not so easily assuaged. Although Helen had been crying profusely during the twelve strokes across her bottom, she now burst out sobbing again uncontrollably.However, worse was to come as she heard the Head demand, “Same hand, out again, Smith.”Helen, in a daze, complied and again a split second later a second searing stripe of agony burst across her hand, and she howled. To her deep consternation, the headmistress then ordered Helen to swap hands and then strapped her right hand twice just as fiercely.”If you want that repeating Smith please try standing up or protecting your bottom again,” stated Lorraine firmly. “Now, get yourself back over my desk, as you have twelve more strokes to come, and I strongly advise you not to give me any reason to extend that further.”There followed a crack, whack, thwack, as the strap relentlessly thrashed her bottom. Helen pleaded, “Please, Miss, it’s too sore, please, pleeeeeeeeeeease, I’m not the right girl.” However, this just infuriated Lorraine and she brought the final strokes down even harder but before doing so stepped in and pulled Helen’s panties up tight into a wedgie, completely baring her bottom cheeks to the strap.Once the thrashing was all over, Helen just lay collapsed over the head’s desk, her bottom so, so sore, and she bawled and sobbed.Eventually, after much scolding from Lorraine, Helen stood up. “Now,” said the headmistress “Get your skirt back on and get back to your lessons.”Helen just danced around clutching and rubbing her sore bottom, crying her eyes out, her makeup all running and streaked, her eyes red from crying and sobbing. She didn’t blame the headmistress as she could have stopped her by showing her the id badge as she entered the Study but thought it best to show her the badge now, saying, “But, honestly Miss, there is a mistake as I’m here to fix your computer. My identity and visitor badge are in my jacket,” she eventually managed to stutter out between sobs, unable to say much more through her tears, dancing, and rubbing and clutching at her sore bum as she handed the head her jacket with the badge inside.Taking the jacket from Helen the Head took the badge from the inside pocket where Helen had unwisely put it and saw the name was, Helen Smith, and not Haylee Smith. Lorraine paled, sat down, and called her secretary who confirmed that Helen Smith had an appointment to fix her computer and that hernext appointment was at 2.00 pm with Haylee Smith who she was to disciplineShe turned to Helen and just stared before saying “I’m dreadfully sorry, I have made a ghastly mistake.”Fearing repercussions, lawsuits, or even arrest, Lorraine asked Helen to take a seat and phoned her secretary again and asked for some tea to be brought to her office for them both.Again, Lorraine apologised profusely, and Helen tried to sit down but as soon as her bottom touched the seat she shot up, started crying again and clutched at her poor thrashed bottom.Helen hardly heard a word Lorraine said for the next five minutes, but then there was a knock at the office door.Lorraine pleaded with Helen, “That’s my secretary with the tea, so please try to sit, I know your bottom is sore, but please sit and cover yourself with your skirt and jacket as we don’t want my secretary to know what has happened.”Helen grabbed her skirt but just laid it over her lap and then put her jacket over that. She couldn’t hide her tear-strewn face so looked the other way, grabbed her notepad, and looked like she was scribbling on it. She didn’t want to get the Head into trouble but was struggling with the pain so much.The secretary brought the tea, biscuits and a couple of fruit scones, in on a tray and put them on the Head’s desk, placing them right next to the tawse that had just finished leathering Helen’s bottom a few minutes ago. She looked at the strap, then to Lorraine, then to Helen who avoided her gaze but her demeanour and her breathing and rising and falling shoulders and her sniffing left the secretary wondering…’ No, surely not,’ she conjectured.

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