Katherine's New Regime - 8

[OTKinYorkshire]

A schoolgirl spanking fiction - Dinner with The General

The rest of the day passed by relatively uneventfully. Family life fell in to the usual routine of meals and TV. Following Katherine's visit to her father's study, and her subsequent discovery that Mummy got caned by Daddy, she had spent a great deal of time trying to make sense of it all.

Right up until this last week, punishment had been plain and simple. She did something naughty, and she got punished for it. Punishment was nasty, that was why they did it. When she was little, she would be tipped across her mother's knee for her bottom, sometimes bared and sometimes not, to be vigorously spanked. Sometimes her mum used to grab a wooden spoon if they happened to be in the kitchen, or sometimes the spanking would take place in her parents' bedroom, in which case she would likely be spanked with the back of her mother's hated wooden hairbrush. And other times it would be her mother's neatly manicured hand which imparted the sting to her bottom.

Daddy always used to deal with her brother. She never got to find out much about what happened to him. But she would sometimes hear him yelping and crying, more often than not the sounds would be coming from Daddy's study just before bedtime. Katherine would always interrogate her brother the next day, trying to find out what he had been punished with, and what it was like, but mostly all she got was an assurance that she had the easier end of the deal.

Then on Sunday, Daddy had taken the family out for Sunday lunch at a pub down by the river. The weather was windy and rainy, so the outdoor tables and chairs under the willow trees where they had eaten before were wet and abandoned. But instead they sat inside at a big round table in front of a roaring log fire, with the old oak beams around the walls bedecked with horse brasses and antique farming implements. They all enjoyed a beautifully cooked traditional English roast, and Katherine was even allowed a glass of wine with her meal.

The previous day's events in the study were never mentioned, and although Katherine studied her parents hard, they gave no hint that anything untoward had happened between them. Conversation moved on to 'the Arlington-Smythes', and what a well-respected family they were. Katherine's parents were treating her as if she had won a special prize, when they talked about her having been invited out to dinner by 'that lovely Arlington-Smythe boy'. Katherine wondered how they knew he was so wonderful. She wondered what they would say if they knew he regularly spanked his sister, and had even spanked her, bare bottomed! It was decided that she should be allowed to go out with him on the following weekend, 'such a nice boy', provided it was clear that he would return Katherine home 'not too late', whatever that meant.

Back at home, after tea, they all settled down to watch a drama serial on the BBC. It had begun the previous week, something to do with Africa, and steam engines, and old-fashioned cars with starting handles. It wasn't really Katherine's thing and she thought several times about going up to her room to play some music, but it felt wrong to break up the warm family atmosphere and she stayed to watch.

Suddenly, the TV scene perked her interest. There was a girl, about Katherine's age, and her father with a governess. The girl was to be 'punished'. That one word sent adrenaline rushing through Katherine's veins. "You will find what you need in the desk", the girl's father was saying to the governess. "Surely not!" Thought Katherine. But there was the governess, returning with a whippy cane in her hand!

The girl was bending across the arms of a chair, whereupon the governess applied a series of rapid cane strokes. "Is that the best you can do?" she was asked. She seemed to gain in confidence that she had full authority to administer a serious caning. The camera angle changed to show the girl's face, which changed from an expression of smugness, to one of anguish as a traditional caning was delivered across her bending rump.

The scene changed, and Katherine began to breathe again, feeling the cold sweat on her hands. Her father shifted uneasily in his seat, and her mother went off to make coffee. Katherine made her excuses and retired to the privacy of her bedroom to consider what she had just seen, and the effect it had on her. [1]

Several days later Katherine got home from school to be greeted by her mother, not in trouble this time. She explained that Michael Arlington-Smythe had rung her. Katherine winced inwardly, it was just typical of her mother to use his full name. But when her mother explained that he had asked permission to take Katherine out for a meal on Friday night, she inexplicably flushed beetroot red and felt her heart begin to pound. Katherine barely heard the rest of what her mother was saying, just something about promising to look after her, no alcohol, and getting her home by 10:30pm.

Katherine beamed a smile at her mother, who was already clearly very pleased, and skipped off up the stairs to her bedroom. Wow! The General was going to take her out! Slipping out of her green school uniform (and carefully hanging it all up in her wardrobe), Katherine stepped in front of her full-length mirror. "I wonder if all my cane marks have gone yet?", she asked herself. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her school knickers and slipped them down to expose her bottom. Twisting this way and that, and pushing her bum back towards the mirror in order to get a better view, Katherine made a careful inspection of both cheeks. Her cane stripes had gradually faded to long, thin bruises, until they had disappeared from one cheek altogether, but they had still been visible on the other cheek when she had last checked. Nope, two clear white bottom cheeks shone back at her, jiggling slightly as she inspected herself.

Katherine was pleased they had all gone, but in a strange way she missed them. Recollections of her caning rushed back, and she centred on the emotional turmoil the punishment had created. She remembered the shame and humiliation, and also how funny it had made her feel. Leaving her school knickers bunched around the tops of her legs, she slowly placed her hands together on top of her head, imagining that she had been ordered to do so. She closed her eyes and felt the funny feelings running through her tummy, sensing the bareness of her bottom and what she must look like. And as she stayed in the self-imposed punishment position, her thoughts turned to the things The General had said to her that day when he caught her and Teresa doing naughty things with each other.

"I want to see more of you," he'd said, and she could still remember the feel of his hand cupping her bottom, meaningfully.

Keeping one hand on her head, Katherine ran her left hand down across her belly, until her finger tips tangled in the soft curls of her pubis. She breathed hard, imagining herself being punished, remembering the images of that girl getting the cane on telly, and plunging her fingers into the warm wetness of her vulva...

After over an hour, Katherine began to relax a little. Michael had been the perfect gentleman, waiting for her at the front door, and then escorting her down the path to his car (his father's Jaguar actually). He had held the door for her while she got in, pretended not to notice when her clumsiness had dragged the hem of her flared skirt way up past the tops of the stockings she was wearing, and chatted warmly all to way to the restaurant. Katherine felt totally like royalty. Even the waiter behaved deferentially, seeming to respect Michael who was resplendent in his No. 1 uniform.

"So what do you think of Teresa then?" His voice was mellow and gentle, yet with a hint of authority behind it.

"Well, er... she's nice!" Katherine faltered. "But I don't really know her all that well, I've only been at that school since the start of term."

"It looked like you knew her quite well, when I saw you together," he smiled knowingly, "but as for nice, well, I could tell you a tale or two! Did she tell you I had to spank her again after you left, she was being such a brat!"

"Wha...? Spank her?" Katherine's voice dropped to a hushed whisper.

"Yes," he said matter-of-factly, "I usually punish her like that when she gets out of hand."

"Bu... but..."

Michael smiled. "Yes, I know, it's a bit odd, but we have a pact. It has been like that for years. It all started when Ma and Pops were away for so much of the time. I had to look after her, and she can be a real handful. Pops told me to "bend her over and whack her" if she wouldn't behave. She soon figured out that my punishments were a lot easier than what my parents used to dish out. It's more like a game for us."

Michael went on to explain to an astonished - and increasingly excited - Katherine, all about the war games they used to play together. When all her soldiers were dead, she would be taken prisoner as the 'defeated' general and 'court marshalled'. Michael would find her guilty and fix her sentence. They both enjoyed that part of the game far more than the battle itself.

"I love to spank a girl's bottom. And it seems that a lot of girls like it too."

By now Katherine was flushed scarlet. Her cheeks burned remorselessly.

"I think it is time I took you home, don't you?"

Katherine glanced at her watch in surprise.

"We don't have to take the short way home, do we?" Michael asked, meaningfully. "And anyway, I told you I wanted to see more of that gorgeous bottom of yours." His smile was mesmeric.

Katherine's heart pounded. She looked into his eyes, and knew exactly what she was letting herself in for. And she wanted it, so much. A nod of her head was the best she could manage.

Michael paid the bill, and escorted her back to the car in his usual fashion. But when he stopped to open the car door for her, his tone changed completely.

"Into the back seat for you, young lady!" It was a command that sent thrilling tremors right down to Katherine's toes.

"But I want to sit in the front with you!" Katherine protested.

"Do as you are told." The General's finger pointed unerringly towards the open rear door.

Katherine opened her mouth to protest, and closed it again. She meekly slid into the back seat and sat quietly with her hands clasped in her lap, her head bowed, feeling confused at her own reaction and yet strangely eager and expectant.

[younggoverness4f]

This has been a very enjoyable series, though from our point of view we prefered the episodes with Teresa and the Head rather more!

Love

Zoe and Sarah

x x x

[OTKinYorkshire]

Pleased you enjoyed it. There was limited scope for being thrashed by the Head, after all a girl can only get in so much trouble in one place

[rayzstrap]

Love your writing, another nice turn of events.