Olivia Pt. 01

'There is nothing new about girls locked away together finding pleasure in each other's bodies. We are not monsters here, we understand completely and there are no rules against what you were up to. You are old enough to make your own choices about that. However, your choice of location to play these games was poorly chosen and someone more shockable than Matron may have found you in this compromising position. As such, I award you both six strokes of the tawse, to be administered here and now. You will each witness your friend being beaten. I have invited Matron to come as witness too. Do you both agree that I am being fair?'

Oh, gawd. Matron, and Petra too? But I remembered the rules.

'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.' I bleated out, followed by the exact same words from Petra and we both raised our hands behind our heads and spread our feet -- the punishment position. Clearly we were learning quickly.

The truth is, I was thrilled. I was going to be punished again and this time in front of my best friend and the ever-dominant, all-knowing and rather threatening Matron. I had a feeling Matron would enjoy watching us humble ourselves, and it was more and more obvious that Miss Kent, with her raven hair and her 36C breasts enjoyed laying on the tawse. And, I realized that I was becoming excited at the idea of watching Petra submit over the chair for something that was probably my fault. And she wasn't complaining.

I looked over to Petra and she seemed a little flushed. Embarrassed or turned on. I couldn't ask her but I was hoping it was the latter.

Matron entered, looking proud, anticipatory.

'This is your second visit to my chambers for punishment, Olivia. You will receive your previous punishment plus today's; twelve strokes of the tawse.'

'Yes, Mistress. Thank you. I accept your punishment. I am sure it will help me to behave better.'

I put the chair in position and bent over acquiescently. This was going to hurt, and I wasn't going to howl or cry.

My god, it did hurt. Three on each side, followed by a repeat three on each side. My ass was on fire but my pussy was slick. It got even slicker a moment later when Miss Kent lifted Petra's skirt, giving me a view straight up her from behind. I watched as the skin to the side of her panties reddened and winced with her as she let out her muffled squeals at the painful punishment. At the eighth stroke, I couldn't help but see a damp patch forming in Petra's panties. She hadn't peed herself -- she was enjoying it. Oh, lord, a kindred spirit.

'Nine. Thank you, Mistress. Please beat me again.' She intoned and my pussy almost exploded.

At the twelfth, she gave a massive shudder and seemed to collapse over the chair. Matron and I rushed forward to help her and as she stood, we could both see and recognize on her face a look of absolute ecstasy. Did she just have an orgasm?

Yes, she told me later. That was exactly what had happened. It had built up during the second half dozen strokes and she had had to struggle to hold it off through number 11 but the twelfth stroke just took her over the top. Matron and Miss Kent pretended they didn't notice and we were dismissed.

Continued in Part Two.