Date: Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:30:55 +0200 (CEST)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: WHAT KATY DID

In the end, because he pestered me into it, I told my husband of 11 years
my favourite fantasy and I retell it here for your entertainment. Because I
like reading old hardback children's novels (I get them from jumble sales
and second-hand bookshops) about girls and their adventures at school, I
guess it was inevitable I would think of something like this...

   I'm a teenage girl attending an all-girls boarding school back in the
fifties. I'm hauled up before the headmistress after I'm caught smoking
behind the cycle sheds during break time. I know I'm for it and prepare for
the worst. She is a very strict, buxom lady of about fifty, with her
greying chestnut hair pulled back into a tight bun.
   I'm wearing a school uniform - gym tunic and navy blue knickers -
standing with my hands behind me while she interrogates me. She reminds me
that smoking could mean expulsion and I'm terrified of what my parents
would say if it did happen.
   Then she asks me things like, wanting to know about my period, whether I
have much pubic hair and what colour is it? Do I masturbate? Has a boy ever
touched me there or gone further? I feel humiliated, my face goes hot and I
visibly squirm in front of her.
   She informs me that she will have to cane me, the statutory
six-of-the-best. At the mention of this I get a distinct tingling between
my legs. She stomps across the room and fetches a whippy rattan. I can hear
her stockings rasping against the hem of her skirt as she walks.
   She tells me to tuck my skirt up into my sash and to take down my
knickers. Then she orders me to lie over the arm of an old leather
armchair. She stands to the side of me. I feel her line the cane up against
my bottom and tap it a couple of times to help her aim. I hear the whistle
of the cane through the air as she catches me on the right buttock. There
is a split second delay before I feel the sting, which in my fantasy is not
unpleasant, only arousing. Then she strikes my left buttock with equal
gusto.
   Her next two strokes are lower down, virtually the tops of my legs. She
pauses for a moment to admire her handiwork. I feel her hand slip across my
backside.
  "Getting nice and warm? she says, slyly. Once again I hear the rattan
whistle, followed by the sharp crack of cane on flesh. I get the final one
square across both cheeks. The headmistress says, "Let that be a lesson to
you, girl."
   Although I feel ashamed and hurt, my pussy is telling a different story
    She puts the cane back and returns to sit on a hard chair which she
places in the centre of the room. I start to put my knickers back on,
thinking that we're all done, but she says no and tells me to come and lie
face down across her lap. She says she will wipe the slate clean if I go
along with what she wants. So I spread myself across her lap.
   She then proceeds to caress my bottom. Her hands feel cool and
soothing. They begin to wander, stroking first the backs of my thighs and
then the insides, and finally back to my bottom. I feel all excited and
fidgety, but ready to comply with her wishes, sort as if I'm under her
command and control.
   She begins to curve her fingers around and under, touching my pussy,
which is very wet by this time. I part my legs - just enough to allow her
get her fingers inside me. She touches my clitoris and a jolt of
electricity shoots right up through my body. The worsted wool of her skirt
is itchy against my thighs and tummy and makes me wriggle about. She likes
me squirming about on her lap as I react to her ministrations and the
maddening itchiness of her skirt. I feel both orifices being explored, two
fingers in my pussy and her thumb up my poor throbbing bottom. She is very
skilful with her manipulations and soon brings me to an intense orgasm.

              Someone once said to me. "Your schooldays are the best days
of your life..." I think whoever it was, I can't
              quite remember, may have been right, especially the lucky
girls who got caned by a strict and demanding headmistress
              like in my fantasy.