The Convent School of St Catherine The Brave stood in large, secluded grounds. A day school with a small boarding house attached for those pupils whose parents lived abroad, the school provided a strict, Christian education for pupils aged 13 to 18 years of age. So read the prospectus. The registration form also required parents to consent to the physical chastisement of their offspring should they be unruly or break any of the numerous school rules that could be identified with physical punishment.
Jasmine Brown, Sam Delaney and Tracy Carver had all joined the sixth form of St Catherine's when they were eighteen. They had sat through the start of year lecture given by the headmaster, William Brayker, and had been foolish enough to attract his immediate attention by chewing gum in the assembly.
After that assembly they had been summonsed to his study and given a severe dressing down though they had not been punished on the spot. From that moment onwards, the three young girls were watched like hawks by the evil head of the school, a wily man who had long since learned the art of patience, knowing one day each of the girls would slip up and become his victim. He also knew that once he had them in his sights and they had been punished according to the rules that Matron delivered the first round of corporal punishment, he could use practically any pretence once they reached the age of eighteen to punish them as adults. Oh that wonderful age of eighteen! The young, firm bodies that were available to him once they reached the sixth form made Brayker squirm with pleasure each morning as he looked out over the assembled gathering of young ladies.
Because of her gum chewing on the first assembly, Jasmine Brown became one of the first of the young ladies Brayker was watching. She was also to be the first of the three girls to feel the full force of the school's discipline but Brayker had no cause to punish her until her second week at St Catherine's.
She broke one of the more serious rules and again found herself standing before the headmaster's desk after morning assembly.
"You are a wilful little girl," Brayker said as she quivered nervously before him. "You know you are not allowed to leave the school grounds during the day. That rule is there for your own safety. Now, I have talked to your father and made my intentions clear and he has agreed that you need to be disciplined."
"Yes, sir," Jasmine replied fearfully. At eighteen she had already received discipline from her father before.
"As required by the rules, I am calling Matron in to assist me with your punishment." Brayker shuffled uneasily in his seat while he waited for the sour-faced Matron to arrive. When she arrived, she smiled thinly at the now-sobbing child.
"Don't worry dear. You'll be able to sit down in a day or so," she smiled again.
"Now, Miss Brown, you will receive six strokes of the cane across your backside. AS this is your first punishment these will be delivered by Matron and you will be allowed to wear your skirt. First though, Matron will ensure you are not wearing any padding."
Padding, thought Jasmine. The idea had never occurred to her and now she knew any punishment would include a body search she decided it was one option to discard for all time.
"Right, headmaster, she is ready." Matron said.
"Good. Right Miss Brown, you will lean over my desk with your hands out in front of you. Make sure your tummy touches the desk and stand with your legs together. I will hold your hands while Matron delivers the cane."
And that was what happened. Jasmine Brown leaned over the desk and in a moment her hands were being held firmly by the headmaster. She felt the cane as it rested across her sweet, virgin, covered buttocks, a moment before the awesome sting of the thin wood flashed through her body as the first stroke bit into her tender flesh.
"Argggghhhhhh!" Jasmine cried out and struggled with her captor, but the headmaster was far too strong for her and held her in place. The cane was tapping her ass again and in a moment the swishing sound was terminated by another solid crack of wood on female miscreant's backside and an almost instantaneous howl from the recipient. Jasmine was sobbing now. She had never expected the strokes to be so severe, though there had been rumours going round the school that in past years girls had actually fainted from the pain.
Swish! The cane was descending again and Jasmine visibly flinched as the thin cane created a third stripe under her school uniform.
"Yeeeoooow!" She howled and instinctively tried to straighten up as a prelude to running away. Her bottom was on fire now beneath her knickers and skirt and Jasmine vowed then and there that she would be more mindful of the rules in future.