A girl finds herself falsely accused

by Frances Stephenson,

with suggestions by Penny Morton

Emily Trent had turned eighteen and was in the sixth form at St Ursula’s Girls School in Sussex. She was a pretty girl and becoming prettier by the day, 5′ 3″ with a small waist and well shaped although slightly full legs with an excellent and well shaped bottom her bust was again well shaped.

Emily’s face was pretty in a shy and hesitant manner. Her hair was “fair” being midway between a soft brown and blonde. Her skin was a delight, soft and pale it had that dewy quality which seemed to hold the promise of a warm and sensual girl emerging into young womanhood. Evidence of puppy fat in her body and face would gradually disappear and leave an attractive young woman.

She was neither a swot nor sporty but partook in both activities with seeming enjoyment. Other girls liked Emily with her ready smile and shy but helpful nature. She had many fiends but nobody ‘close’.

She caught the eye of Barbara Harding, a self confident and bossy girl, dark haired and sharp featured she took no nonsense from any one and stood up for herself at every opportunity. She was a junior prefect. Emily knew her slightly and rather admired her for her self confident ways.

The two girls became friends with Emily being almost keen to be directed by Barbara who persuaded her into doing things she would have been to shy to attempt; Barbara’s natural bossiness increased and Emily was happy to follow and be directed. ‘Do this Emily, or you will be spanked’, Barbara used to say. Emily used to shyly confess some of her mistakes to Barbara who, one day, announced that she was to have a spanking. She was made to bend over Barbara’s knee and receive six hard spanks across her knickers.

This pattern of events was often repeated with Emily shyly submitting to Barbara’s regime without protest even though the spankings were becoming increasingly painful. Somehow it became part of Emily’s routine until one day Emily was spanked over Barbara’s knee, as usual, but when the spanking was over Barbara then proceeded to gently stroke Emily’s wonderful bottom with an ever more questing fingers.

Emily struggled to her feet. “Thank you for my spanking Barbara,” she said, noting how interested the other girl had become. “I must get back to my dorm before supper.”

Barbara seemed to be working from her own, darker, agenda and Emily did not want to risk being involved in a situation that would be increasingly difficult to extricate oneself. Shy and unworldly as she may seem, Emily was alive to the dangers that existed.

Emily had left Barbara in no doubt that she had been rejected and that put her in a vindictive rage, She really enjoyed spanking Emily’s bottom and, if the truth were told, fancied Emily with her shyness and beautiful soft body with its sensational bottom.

Barbara tried again the next day. “Hi,” she said, and stroked Emily’s upper arm. Emily flinched and pulled her arm back. Barbara was livid. “I’ll make you sorry for that,” she rasped. “You see if I don’t!” She left fuming and then coldly started to apply her organisational skills into ensuring that dear little Emily was punished on a regular basis.

A week later there was a routine prefects’ search of some of the dormitories with the prefects looking for booze and cigarettes, or worse. They found a packet of unopened cigarettes hidden in the back of Emily’s locker. She was immediately sent for by the Head Girl, Alex Sinclair, and cross examined.

“But I don’t and never have smoked,” pleaded Emily, clearly distraught.

“There are a number of offences connected with cigarettes,” said Alex. “The packet was unopened so you had not smoked one, out of this packet at least, but it is strictly against School rules to have cigarettes in your possession. This is your first offence so you will receive a hard spanking. Smoking is a serious offence and can easily merit the cane. Go and change into your gym shorts and report back here, in double time. Nothing on under the shorts mind!”

‘How had this happened?’ Thought Emily, changing into her gym shorts.

A hesitant Emily knocked on Alex’s door.

“Come in,” called Alex. “As I have said, Emily, you will receive a hard spanking with this gym shoe.” She started to whack a large thickly soled gym shoe against her other hand in a menacing fashion. “Bend over the back of that chair and grab hold of the front legs. Tightly now. Push your bottom well out.”

Her eyes gleamed as Emily’s bottom was pushed closer towards her, making the shorts strain.

“Eight strokes, here it comes!”

Bang, the first stroke took Emily’s breath away and made her bottom sting like fury. Seven to go. Crash, number two seemed harder and stung even more. Number three was on the right hand side and she let out a loud gasp, her hands momentarily losing her grip on the front legs.

“If you try and interfere with the spanking, I will give you extra strokes,” warned Alex who had noted this slight loss of control.

Emily was determined that this would not happen and gripped ever tighter. She concentrated on keeping her bottom correctly presented and her breathing even.

Crash Crash Crash, the next three stokes left their painful imprint on her sore and sensitive bottom and made her cry out at each one. Number seven was a real stinger and made her cry out, louder this time. What had she heard about the last stroke being the hardest? Hopefully an urban myth, but No it was not!

The last stroke landed and made Emily shriek.

“Get up now,” said Alex, feasting her eyes on Emily’s bottom for the last time, for now Emily was writhing and twisting in an effort to dissipate the sting that engulfed her whole bottom.

OOOOOO!! OOOOOOO!! She gasped.

“Remember to thank me,” said Alex.

“Thank you Alex for spanking me so well,” said a tearful Emily.

“Right, you may go now and you know what to expect if you get into trouble again. Miss Pearson canes hard and I should avoid that punishment if you possibly can.”

“Yes Alex, thank you Alex and Goodnight,” said Emily, going off to change out of her gym shorts and quietly nursing her glowing bottom. She was walking a trifle stiffly which was usual for a girl who had received punishment on her bottom.

The next day she found that her Maths homework had gone missing. She frantically searched for it but to no avail. This made her late for Mr Simpson’s class.

“See me after the lesson,” he said. “Now we will go over last night’s homework.”

“Please sir,” said Emily. “I have mislaid mine which is why I was late, I spent ages looking for it.”

“Are you sure you did the work and are not trying to prevaricate?” He said.

“Oh yes sir,” Emily said.

“Right,” said Mr Simpson. “Find it by the next lesson, which is first thing tomorrow, or I will slipper you in front of the class as a reminder to all who mislay their work.”

Emily was aghast; things had turned against her with a vengeance.

Everything kept going wrong! She was slippered twice more over the next three days and then, horror of horrors, more cigarettes were found in her spare blazer pocket!

Alex was adamant that a visit to the Headmisstress was necessary. Emily went off to Miss Pearson’s study where she was rigorously cross examined as to how the cigarettes came to be in her pocket. White and shaking, Emily could not offer any explanation.

“I am going to cane you,” said the formidable looking Miss Pearson. Privately she thought that it was a possibility the the cigarettes had been planted by an enemy of the girl maybe jealous of her pretty good looks.

There was however nothing she could do about it accept the evidence, and deal with the culprit when she surfaced. But she made a mental note to flag the possibility of bullying to one of the experienced prefects, probably Elizabeth Trent. But now Emily had to be dealt with.

“Bend over that chair back and lift your skirt; hold on tight and keep your bottom correctly presented to me until the caning has been completed. I am going to give you six strokes.”

Miss Pearson delivered six good firm strokes but by no means as hard as she would normally deliver. Still they are enough to make Emily gasp and squeal throughout and scream when the sixth one landed. Crying and rubbing her sore bottom she left the Head’s study.

Emily walked stiffly back to Alex’s study and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” called Alex.

Emily slowly came and stood to attention in front of her desk.

“How was that?” She smiled. “Is your bottom good and sore?”

“Yes, Alex,” said Emily softly, tears welling up and spilling over. Her bottom was indeed sore, hot and throbbing where the cane had made sharp contact.

“I have some more unwelcome news for you. It has been decided that you are to be placed on Head Girl’s Report. This means that you will wear this yellow sash all the time, thus indicating to everyone that you have been naughty and under warning. Prefects and Staff may freely report you for the slightest infringement. You will also wear it during games.”

She passed over a two inch wide yellow tape about three feet long.

At six pm every day you will report to me wearing gym shorts with nothing on underneath and review your day, before me. Don’t leave anything out! Prefects will leave slips entitled “Yellow Report” in the head Girl’s letter box detailing your misdemeanours. It is important that you report to me, every day. I will warn you that it is unusual for any girl not to be frequently spanked when wearing the yellow sash Miss Pearson allows us to administer up to sixteen spanks per day although, usually, not all at once! That’s instead of the usual limit of eight. Your very pretty bottom is going to really sting for a week, maybe more.”

Emily had turned very pale and was visibly trembling. How would she survive? She left Alex’s study and wound the dreaded yellow sash over her shoulder and around her waist.

Elizabeth Trent stopped to talk to the distressed girl. She was a nice person and probable the best prefect as well as the most just.

“You, with the Yellow Ribbon,” shouted a prefect from another house. “Why are you dawdling?”

“Please, I have been talking to Elizabeth Trent,” said Emily.

“You were still dawdling,” said the prefect. “That’s an order mark.”

“But I said I was talking to Elizabeth Trent.”

“Extra order mark for arguing,” said the prefect. “Off you go.”

Before long she saw Barbara.

“So, it is the Yellow Sash, is it Emily?” She said smiling evilly. “You were running in the Quad.”

“No Barbara,” said Emily. “Not really, just hurrying.”

“One Order Mark for running and four for lying,” grinned Barbara. “You are going to have a sore botty this evening!”

Emily changed into her games shorts, making sure that she was not wearing knickers, and reported to Alex’s study at six pm.

“Ah Emily, how was your first Yellow Sash day?” Enquired Alex.

“Not great, Alex,” nervously whispered Emily.

“You seem to have collected a few Order Slips,” commented Alex, waving about 10 or 12 flimsy strips of paper. “Some are duplicates, so they only count as one, but I see you have one which is more serious and requests four Order Marks for lying. That makes a total of eleven all told. I should try and do much better tomorrow if I were you.”

“Yes Alex,” she said quietly.

“You will run around the games field each day before breakfast until I tell you to stop, no slacking or cutting corners mind. You never know who will be watching!

“Now lets get you spanked eleven good hard whacks will be a useful reminder to you be extra efficient, well behaved and obedient. Bend over the chair, further over and tighter, push your bottom towards me.”

Emily tried her best, aware that her bottom was straining the shorts whilst making a prominent target for the forthcoming slippering. Crash, the first blistering stroke arrived stinging her bottom like mad.

The spanking continued with Alex showing no sign of flagging and clearly enjoying spanking Emily’s peerless bottom. For her part Emily’s distress was becoming louder with each spank gasps and moans had given way to squeals which became louder. At last the end was in sight. Emily actually screamed at the last two strokes landed but she had managed to stay bent with her bottom correctly presented for the hard spanking.

“That’s you good and spanked,” said Alex. “You may get up now.”

Emily gingerly prised herself away from the chair and gently rubbed her bottom. “Thank you, Alex, for my spanking,” she said.

“You may go now,” said Alex. “Don’t forget to wear the sash tomorrow and wear it whilst you have your early morning run around the games field. See you tomorrow at six pm.”

The next day saw Emily rosy from her early morning run around the sports field. She hadn’t that long in which to find her Maths homework if not it would be another spanking on her still tender bottom. The morning progressed and still the Maths homework eluded her. What could she do?

She went to see Mr Simpson, her Maths teacher. “Honestly, sir, I have looked absolutely every where and cannot imagine where it can have got to. I really did the homework, sir. I am not lying.”

“Perhaps you are not, Emily, and I am inclined to believe you, but I said in front of the class that I would spank you if you could not find your homework. I see you have a yellow sash so I will send an order mark slip in but not for the six I promised you.”

“Thank you,sir,” she said quietly.

Later she met Barbara. “How’s your bottom today?” She asked with a grin. “A bit sore, I expect. Looking forward to 6 pm? You are looking a bit dishevelled. You’d better have an Order Mark for slovenly appearance!”

Emily was always neat and tidy and this criticism annoyed her. “I’m not dishevelled, Barbara,” she retorted tartly.

“And another Order Mark for arguing,” said Barbara, walking off.

Even if Old Simpson only gave her 4 Order Marks, that last brush with Barbara meant that she had accumulated six already and it wasn’t even lunch time.

After lunch, as she was hurrying to an important history lesson, she passed a group of 5th formers laughing as they washed the Head’s car. Somehow Emily managed to get soaked as she walked past which created another wave of mirth from the irresponsible girls. There was nothing for it but to rush back to her Dorm and hastily change before making her way to the History test.

She arrived to a black look from ‘Fanny’ Fanshawe, the history teacher.

“You’re late Emily,” she rasped. “Sit down and do what you can and see me after the lesson.”

The Test was fine and Emily was able to answer most of the questions. She went to see Miss Fanshawe after the test.

“Emily, you might have made more of an effort to be on time. You know this is an important test.”

Emily started to explain.

“Yes, Yes,” said Miss Fanshawe. “I am sure you have a set of brilliant reasons, but the fact is that you were late. I see you are wearing the yellow sash. I will send a slip requesting that you will be awarded 4 Order Marks. Try and be on time for the next test!”

The afternoon slid by and thankfully Emily did not pick up any more Order Marks. Six pm arrived and she was inside Alex’s study.

“You seem to have accumulated eleven Order Marks,” Alex said. “You really must do better or things could get nastier. Like your Yellow Sash period being extended!”

“Oh no, please Alex,” pleaded Emily instinctively, feeling her vulnerable bottom in the thin games shorts.

I see you haven’t been caned since your Yellow Sash,” said Alex. “I think we will make a start on that this evening. I work a system whereby one stroke of the cane equals two Order Marks. You have eleven Order Marks, therefore I propose to award you one more Order Mark which, of course, equates to six strokes of the cane. Bend over the chair and lets get on with it.”

Emily quickly bent over the chair, her head well down as she strove to make her bottom more prominent. Alex picked up one of her darker yellow canes, quite firm but with plenty of give in it.

‘I’ll make her squeal,’ thought Alex.

The cane whickered down for the first stroke which landed near Emily’s overhang; it obviously hurt as Emily let out a gasping cry followed by a whimper. Number two was lower still near the crease and really made Emily squeal. The third, up just under the crown of her bottom, meant another sharp cry as Emily struggled with the pain. Alex was really laying it on.

The next three were really painful and Emily squealed at each one, getting louder all the time. “OWOWOWOOOOO!!” She cried.

The last stroke having been delivered, Alex gave her permission to get up which she did slowly and painfully and gently cradled her hot and sore bottom.

“Thank you, Alex,” she whispered before she was dismissed.

The hard and repeated spankings and two canings had certainly had their effect on Emily’s bottom which was very tender indeed. Sitting through lessons was very uncomfortable. Alex had kept her caning low on Emily’s bottom so as to maximise this discomfort.

Emily constantly shifted her bottom during classes, the hard seats being an additional penance. Her discomfort was noticeable and several of her classmates came forward with expressions of sympathy and encouragement. This was an unlooked for comfort for Emily who felt she was in the middle of a nightmare.

Emily saw Barbara. “How is your bottom?” Asked Barbara. “Nicely striped, I hear, and uncomfortable sitting down, I bet. Still if you possess a stunning bottom like yours you must expect it to be punished with some regularity. The punishments will go on and on, you know, sooner or later you will come crawling back to me and ask to join my little punishment regime. In the meantime have another Order Mark for loitering and another for gossiping.”

Emily had thought that Barbara was somehow responsible for her run of bad luck and for the regular punishments that her poor bottom had been subject.

Did it all stem from her rejection of Barbara and could she be that vindictive? ‘Yes she could,’ thought Emily, remembering Barbara’s cruel smile.

Unbeknown to Emily, Elizabeth Trent was hot on the case. She was aware of a tension between Emily and Barbara and thought she could guess the reason. It now remained to get some evidence together. The school ‘grapevine’ had indicated that another “Cigarettes and Alcohol” search was going to take place on Tuesday.

Elizabeth reasoned that something incriminating could well be planted in Emily’s bedside locker before the usual 5pm raid. Elizabeth thought that the most likely time would be between 2 and 3.30. Many would be playing games and Emily was down for Netball.

Working on this theory, Elizabeth positioned herself in Emily’s dormitory, hiding herself in in one of the large wardrobes just opposite Emil’s bed. She opened the door slightly ajar and settled down to wait. She had a good camera and checked that everything was primed.

Sure enough, after about 20 minutes two whispering fifth formers arrived and went straight to Emily’s locker. One of them took a packet of cigarettes from her pocket and opened the bedside locker drawer. She was just about to put them in the drawer when Elizabeth took a photo. Both girls jumped at the suddenness of the flash.

Elizabeth called out to them to remain where they were and kept taking photos. The two girls were obviously scared out of their wits.

“Come with me,” said Elizabeth, sternly leading the way to her study.

She left them standing in front of her desk and questioned them. “Now Dawn Menton and Andrea Lewis, you are in serious trouble and I mean serious! You have been photographed planting cigarettes in another girl’s locker. Now tell me what has Emily Trent done to you.”

“Nothing Elizabeth,” faltered the two nervous girls.

“A prefect made us do it,” said Dawn.

“She said that she would arrange it that we would be slippered every day if we did not do as she said, and we believed her,” added Andrea.

“Who was the prefect?” Asked Elizabeth, but they would not say.

“Come with me,” said Elizabeth. “Quickly now.”

They arrived at Miss Pearson’s study. Telling the girls to wait in the outer office, Elizabeth knocked and went in to see Miss Pearson. She clearly and concisely explained what had happened, suggesting that the two fifth formers should be cross examined by the Head.

The two white faced girls were soon facing the formidable Miss Pearson and it wasn’t long before the name of Barbara Harding came out.

“Sign this document confirming what you have just told me,” said the Head. “I will now cane the pair of you, six strokes each. That’s for being in possession of cigarettes. I am also going to put the pair of you on Head Girl’s Report and if you don’t know all about that Alex Sinclair will enlighten you when you report to her at 6pm.”

With that, she caned the pair of them on their knickers and hard enough to make them squeal and scream.

“Very well done indeed, Elizabeth,” said the Head. “You have pursued this matter with fearlessness and dedication; I am really most impressed. Please would you ‘down load’ the photographs on to my computer and then ask Barbara Harding to come and see me immediately.”

Twenty minutes later a white faced Barbara was standing in front of the Head and receiving a monumental dressing down, of which ‘planting evidence’, ‘bullying’ and ‘making a girl’s life a misery’ formed the mainstay.

The Head had already requested the presence of the two games mistresses and they were called in.

“I am going to severely thrash Barbara Harding,” announced the Head. “I will need your services to ensure that she remains in place until the punishment is completed. Barbara take off your skirt and your knickers and bend over that chair. You are going to have twelve hard strokes.”

Barbara bent over the chair and one of the games mistresses held her by her shoulders to ensure that she remained bent over for the entire punishment. The other games mistress stood by to help restrain the girl, if required.

Miss Pearson said she would deliver 12 hard strokes and this she proceeded to do with energy and enthusiasm. Barbara’s screams were be heard by the entire school who wondered who could be ‘catching it’ and what she could have done to merit such a severe thrashing.

When it was over, the two games mistresses escorted Barbara to the Sanitorium and left her in charge of Matron.

In the meantime Emily, escorted by Elizabeth, was in the Head’s study.

“I’m really more sorry than I can say, Emily,” said Miss Pearson. “You have been subjected to a catalogue of bullying the like of which I have seldom, if ever, seen. Barbara Harding will never bother you again. I have severely thrashed her and she will be expelled forthwith. I am only waiting for a telephone call from her father to complete this. You have Elizabeth Trent to thank for tracking down your tormentor, she did a superb job.”

The girls left the study and Emily felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

The End