Nude Claire Made to Bend Before Being Slippered Hard

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: BDSM  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

2009-05-18

My name is Frances and I'm recently retired. My lover and long-time partner, Mary, tragically passed away last year. I miss her so much.

I have found with grief that you don't just mourn for the person you have lost, you kind of mourn for the whole world and I have found myself dwelling upon an incident that I was witness to nearly three decades ago. It was an incident that changed something inside of me; irrevocably.

It was Friday, 14th March 1980 and my birthday of all days. I was thirty-three years of age.

I was employed as a secretary at a high school on the South Coast and it was coming up to five o'clock. Most of the pupils had gone home, except, those engaged in after school activities; or those in detention. The Headmaster had handed me a requisition form and requested me to: "Pop over to the gym and hand this to Miss Woods. She should still be there as I have a feeling she's got a sixth form girl over there for detention. Can you explain to her that we can't actually stretch to all her requests for new equipment, so could she trim it down by about thirty per cent. Leave the form with her so that she can peruse it over the weekend and then ask her to get it back to me first thing Monday morning with the alterations. When you've done that, Frances, you can shoot off home and… happy birthday!"

I had left the study gripping the requisition slip in my hand then made my way through the Main Hall and to the far corner where there was access to the gym and changing rooms. I then pushed through the fire doors and into an annex. To the left, three steps led down into the gym and to the right was the girls’ changing room to which I had glanced in and seen: a white short-sleeved school shirt, school tie, and regulation navy skirt hanging from one of the pegs. There was in addition, a pair of knickers, bra and socks - all white and folded neatly on the wooden slatted seating that ran round the section. A pair of well-polished black buckled lady's shoes rested on the bare concrete floor.

For some obscure reason a sense of poignancy had washed over me as I viewed the temporarily forsaken garments.

I was then jolted back to reality by the strident tones of Miss Woods barking her commands to the unfortunate in the gym as I gingerly descended the couple of steps that led to the glaringly bright gymnasium. I had halted at the entrance - you couldn't fail to mistake Miss Woods: tall, flowing flaming red hair, green eyed and powerfully built.  She was probably in her late thirties.

Attired in a green sleeveless sports vest, that served merely to accentuate her strong and freckled arms, and purple track suit bottoms the adjective that sprang to mind was: Amazonian.

The abject object of her attention was a slim eighteen year old girl with shoulder length fair hair who was hanging somewhat desperately at the bottom of a rope which was slowly twisting round. The girl, I was surprised to see, was topless and only wearing black shorts across which the word BULLY had been embroidered in large red capitals.

"You have failed the last test, Miss Claire Tanner!" she snarled. "It will be three, now get down and go to my room where you will await me. Remove the punishment shorts, put them back where they belong. And assume the position!"

"Y-Yes… Miss Woods."

The girl's accent was unmistakably from Liverpool. Her tone, however, was one of resignation, surrender.

Claire, whose feet were at about head height, uncoiled her sturdy legs from around the rope, released her grip then soundlessly landed onto the floor of the gymnasium. With bare feet padding on the varnished wooden boards she headed in my direction…

I felt a bit awkward as the girl passed me and I felt the need to lower my gaze. I observed, strangely, that her toenails still retained some varnish.

"Miss Woods!" I called out.

"Apologies, I didn't notice you there, Frances."

I waved the order slip to catch her attention but she wasn’t interested and instead said: "If you could just excuse me, I have to finish off. Could you wait in the changing rooms, Frances, I'll only be a minute."

I noticed, now, that in her hand she was grasping a tatty looking plimsoll and as I made my way back into the changing rooms I felt compelled to glance in through the open door of Miss Wood's office.

Facing away from me, completely naked and bent over with her firm white buttocks thrust out and taut, was Claire. I thought that I detected her legs quaking ever so slightly. Miss Woods was suddenly right behind me and obviously felt the need to explain: "She's been menacing the younger girls and taking money off them. She’ll be shortly thinking twice before trying that again!"

She then entered the small room and the door clicked shut. I then moved fully into the changing room and waited.

I heard a whack.

I then heard another one but this time accompanied by a yelp.

There seemed to be a pause and I attempted to imagine what was going on behind the door.

The next swat seemed to be louder than the previous two and I could clearly discern Claire cry out in pain.

I guessed now that the punishment had been concluded. The girl had suffered three very hard strokes.

I heard the door swing open and Miss Woods state sternly: "Go and shower, get dressed and then go home. You might think twice about bullying in the future!"

Claire emerged sobbing and clutching her behind as she headed towards me.

When she became aware of my presence me she ceased rubbing her bottom and attempted to stop snivelling in order to regain some semblance of dignity.

She was quite a pretty girl with small blue eyes - though reddened by crying – and she put me in mind of a young Gaby Roslin with her flaxen hair just touching her faintly freckled shoulders. I couldn’t help but see that her breasts were modest with her nipples, pert and dark pink. Her pubic hair was light brown and appeared trimmed.

She uttered nothing.

I suddenly became overwhelmed with an urge to hug her. Despite what she had done, I felt terribly sorry for her.

It was also at this moment that I became aware that I could give myself to her. I had been in deceit all those years: I was gay; I was a lesbian.

The showers hissed on and as she entered into the stalls I glanced discretely in the direction of her back. I could clearly see the overlapping crimson patterns where the sole of the slipper had impacted with such force on her left buttock just a few minutes previous. I suspected it would bruise and take more than a few days to return to the natural white of the flesh. It must have been hell for her.

I so wanted to take her home with me and comfort her. But of course I couldn't.

She had then twisted round unexpectedly - catching me unawares – and for a second our gazes locked. In that instance something unspoken and significant passed between us.

She disappeared naked into the fog of the steam.

I concluded my business with Miss Woods and then went home; changed.

I never saw Claire again; she must have left or transferred to another school.

I often wonder whatever happened to her. She'd be in her forties now and perhaps married with children. I also wonder whether she ever thinks or talks about this unpleasant and humiliating event from her past.

I don't know.

A couple of years later I too left the school and shortly after I met Mary who made me very happy.

The thing is, now, for some reason I just can’t stop reliving the images and poignant feelings of that day…


Submitted: May 30, 2022

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