‘What’s going on?’ Lucy heard Emma pant a whisper to Nicola as they passed her window on their second circuit.
Emma shrugged as she jogged. ‘No idea,’ she managed breathlessly.
Mr Galsworthy herded them around the hall one more time before making them line up. He stood before them, legs slightly apart, the cane clasped behind him.
‘Now, girls,’ he began, a sharp edge to his booming voice, ‘do you know why you’re here?’
The three girls looked at each other, clearly lost for words.
‘No,’ ventured Hayley, nervously.
‘No, Mr Galsworthy!’ the gym instructor snapped, making her visibly start.
‘No, Mr Galsworthy,’ she quickly corrected her omission.
Emma and Nicola looked at each other again, their eyes wide with uncertainty.
‘You are here,’ the instructor continued, ‘because you have behaved in a slovenly fashion all term, and we’ve had enough of it.’
He looked each girl in the eye.
‘You may have thought your poor attendance and frequent drinking had gone unnoticed, but it hasn’t. You are a disgrace to the faculty. What do you have to say for yourselves?’
The girls, still clearly in shock, mumbled a few inaudible words between themselves, but Mr Galsworthy lost patience and cracked the cane through the air, making them instantly halt their inane babblings and instinctively pull their shoulders back and stand straight.
‘Very well,’ he said icily. ‘Since you have nothing worthwhile to say, we shall just get on with it. For exceptionally lazy girls like you we have devised the remedial evening sessions here at the gym. For the next hour you will do exactly as you are told. Any transgressions will be punished severely, and any complaining will result in the cane. Do you understand?’
Hayley shook her head in disbelief. ‘You - you can’t do that to us,’ she blurted indignantly, but Mr Galsworthy merely smiled with assured confidence.
‘Of course,’ he said, ‘you don’t have to pass the remedial sessions. But if you choose to leave you will be kicked out of this institution in disgrace, and liable to pay all your course fees in full.’
Emma gasped. ‘But that’s thousands!’ she exclaimed. ‘I haven’t got that much money.’
‘Then maybe you shouldn’t have been so profligate this term,’ Mr Galsworthy replied acidly. ‘It’s your choice - stay and take what’s coming, or try and explain why you’ve been expelled to your families.’
Lucy smiled with satisfaction; she knew the girls wouldn’t go for the latter - it was too much money to waste - so she sat back and prepared herself to enjoy the performance. She could see the girls conversing with each other, but the result was inevitable. One by one, Hayley, Emma and Nicola nodded their heads and agreed to submit to the remedial session.
‘Very well,’ said the gym instructor. ‘We’ll start by warming up: all bend over and touch your toes.’
From where Lucy was positioned the view was perfect. She was presented with a line of three taut bottoms as her flatmates obeyed the instruction. The gym knickers looked rather too small for them, and their uniforms in general were surely far too tight for comfort.
‘Lower, Nicola!’ barked Mr Galsworthy as the pretty redhead struggled to reach her ankles. She tried to dip further, but the cane whipped against her pert backside in a flash, eliciting a squeal.
‘Hey,’ she sulked, ‘that hurt!’
‘Then bend over properly or there’ll be more where that came from,’ warned her tormentor.
Lucy could see the look of amazement on the faces of Hayley and Emma. They seemed totally shell-shocked by what was happening, as well they might be. Lucy remembered her first exposure to Jenny’s punishment, and almost felt sorry for them.
‘Now jog again,’ ordered Mr Galsworthy.
Once more the girls started to trot around the gym. This time, however, Mr Galsworthy accompanied them, flicking their backsides to make them go faster. The air was soon full of smacks and squeals as the girls were forced to run faster and faster. Their little skirts were no protection as they rippled and swayed around the tops of their thighs, and the brown knickers looked like very scant cover indeed.
‘Now bend!’ snapped Mr Galsworthy, and the girls touched their toes. ‘Repeat after me: “We’ve been bad girls and need punishing”.’
None of the girls volunteered, and so the cane flicked across Emma’s shapely buttocks.
‘Ow!’
‘Say it,’ the gym instructor warned.
With shaky voices the girls then did as they were told. Emma looked near to tears already, or perhaps it was disbelief. Then they were off again, jogging around the hall to evade the cane. When they came to a rest once more they bent over again and chanted the refrain in pouting unison, ‘We’ve been bad girls and need punishing.’
Even from her secure viewpoint, Lucy felt the force of Mr Galsworthy’s commands. He had a severe quality that even Miss Martin lacked. But their styles were very different; where Miss Martin was sophisticated and icy cool, Mr Galsworthy was direct and immensely powerful. Miss Martin’s discipline had a sensual quality to it that made the whole experience strangely intoxicating. Under Mr Galsworthy, however, the girls looked like they were in for something quite different, and none too pleasant.
‘Right,’ he said, ‘we will now run at the springboard and use it to jump over the horse. Line up over there, girls.’
The instructor then moved next to the chosen equipment, still brandishing the cane. ‘Off you go, Hayley,’ he ordered.
Hayley took a long run and landed heavily on the board, and as she passed over the horse Mr Galsworthy swatted her cruelly on the bottom with the cane. The girl landed on the mat, clutching her assaulted posterior.
‘Next!’ commanded the instructor, quite unconcerned about her. ‘Hayley, get back in line.’
This then became a sequence, each girl being forced to jump over the horse and run the gauntlet of the cane, and soon each of them was ruefully rubbing her bottom as they waited their turn.
‘Higher, girls,’ exhorted the gym teacher.
Emma had the most problems. She couldn’t clear the horse very well at all, and certainly couldn’t get high enough to avoid the cane. Eventually Mr Galsworthy called her over.
‘You are just not trying, young lady,’ he admonished. ‘Bend over the horse.’
Lucy leaned forward to get a better look. Confused and disorientated from so much running and bending, Emma did as she was told, and quick as a flash Mr Galsworthy pinioned her over the creaking apparatus with his broad left hand. With his right, he flicked up her gym skirt and pulled down her knickers in one quick movement. Hayley’s mouth dropped open in disbelief, and she looked frantically at Nicola, no doubt wondering if they should try and help their friend.
But before they had time to act Mr Galsworthy’s palm smacked Emma’s naked bottom, leaving a red palm print on her left buttock. She yelped and tried to wriggle free, but not before her right buttock received the same treatment. Mr Galsworthy let her go then and waved a warning finger at her.
‘Now, I don’t want to see any more slackness from you, young lady, or those knickers will be staying down.’
Her cheeks blushing crimson, Emma pulled her gym knickers back up. She seemed hopelessly torn between a furious indignation, ardent humiliation, and complete and utter surprise. ‘You can’t do that,’ she blurted out at last.
Mr Galsworthy crossed his broad arms and looked her straight in the eye. ‘I will do as I please with you, young lady,’ he said in a threatening tone. ‘Or shall I have to reconsider our little arrangement?’
Emma looked distraught. She turned to Hayley and Nicola, who just looked impotently back at her.
Lucy watched them intently. Emma seemed to be having the roughest time, she
thought, and Hayley looked the most likely to have a tantrum. Nicola, though, was the enigma; as Lucy studied her closely she noticed a couple of telltale signs - the flushed cheeks, the bright eyes, the two erect buds outlined through her tight cotton T-shirt. Lucy smiled knowingly; it seemed she was not quite alone in her preferences...
Mr Galsworthy cracked the cane hard against the suede surface of the horse, breaking the air of indecision.
‘Right!’ he barked. ‘Enough standing around. I want you to climb the ropes. Let’s see if we can improve on your dismal performance over the horse.’
He walked towards them menacingly. The girls, having learnt what happened to the bottom nearest him, skipped out of range and over to the ropes and quickly did their best to scramble up them. Within a few feet from the top, however, they were struggling to hang on and grunting with the strain. Mr Galsworthy paced ominously beneath them, and Lucy giggled at the sight of Hayley in particular, her gym skirt twisted around her waist, her legs flailing for a hold, her ample bosom wedged against the thick rope.
Mr Galsworthy shook his head. ‘Down you get,’ he ordered wearily, and the hopeless trio slid down to the floor, their skirts rising to their waists as they did so.
‘This is an abysmal performance, girls,’ he said. ‘You just aren’t trying, so I think we need a little incentive. From now on, each slovenly performance will result in an article of your gym kit being removed. Perhaps that will encourage you to try a little harder.’
‘You wouldn’t dare!’ Hayley challenged vehemently.
Mr Galsworthy raised an eyebrow at her. ‘And would you prefer a taste of the cane?’ he asked calmly.
Hayley looked at it, aversion strong on her face, and said no more.
‘Just as I thought,’ he said. ‘Now you can take your skirts off and fold them neatly on the floor.’
No girl moved. They still looked as if they couldn’t quite believe what was happening to them.
‘Now take off your skirts or I’ll put each of you over the horse and give you the thrashing of your lives!’ he bellowed, making even Lucy jump.
Clearly there was no alternative, so the trio took off their skimpy skirts and laid them in a neat pile at the foot of the rope apparatus. They then stood just in their knickers and T-shirts, and Mr Galsworthy nodded in satisfaction.
‘Now, get up those ropes again before I have to decide which article is to come off next,’ he said, flicking the cane with menace.
Reluctantly, each girl started to climb her rope. Their tight bottoms, on ample evidence before, were now fully exposed as they grappled and grasped to get higher. Lucy found herself engrossed by the sight of each knickered rump humping its way up the twisting columns. She knew there must be considerable friction building up between their hardworking thighs, and almost started to feel envious of them. Nicola, of all the girls, was by now doing the best, but none of them performed especially well.
Mr Galsworthy tired of their efforts quickly, called them down again, and when they tumbled to the polished floor for the second time he paced before them, clearly irritated by their dismal attempts to placate him.
‘That was appalling, girls,’ he said. ‘I was minded to allow you all to complete this sessions with your uniforms intact, but I’m afraid you seem to need a little extra to concentrate your minds.’
The girls looked at him nervously, breathing heavily from their exertions.
‘Emma and Nicola,’ he went on, ‘you will remove your tops and perform the rest of your punishment in your gym knickers only. Hayley, for your atrocious display you will take off your top and your knickers. Maybe the shame of performing naked will awake some application in you.’
Emma and Nicola, seemingly resigned to their humiliation, reluctantly pulled their tops over their heads, and then stood shyly together having bared themselves. Emma held her arms over her chest, rather limply trying to conceal herself, while Nicola, on the other hand, left her hands by her sides, exposing a pair of beautiful firm breasts, each tipped with an erect nipple which gave away her simmering excitement. Her cheeks were still flushed a cherry-red, and she stood ready to receive her instruction almost with an air of eagerness.
Hayley, though, had not quite been cowed by Mr Galsworthy, and stamped her foot with defiance. ‘No way,’ she declared. ‘What is this? I’m not taking my clothes off!’
Mr Galsworthy frowned. ‘Hayley,’ he said dangerously, ‘you would be advised to do as you’re told. You have been lazy and rude all term, and if you don’t want to be sent home in disgrace you must take your punishment with good grace, and if you persist in this rebellious attitude you will only succeed in getting your friends thrown out too.’
Lucy enjoyed that; given what appeared to be Nicola’s growing excitement and Emma’s fear of being expelled, Hayley’s prospects began to look dim. The brunette looked at her companions pleadingly.
‘Look,’ she started, ‘we don’t have to take this - ’
‘Hayley,’ Nicola cut her short, ‘you’re just getting us into more trouble. Why don’t you just do as you’re told for once?’
Nicola seemed to be getting into the act with a vengeance, and Hayley gawped at her in amazement. Emma looked similarly unsympathetic, although Lucy guessed more from fear than anything else.
‘What are you talking about?’ said Hayley, incredulous.
Mr Galsworthy turned to Nicola and Emma. ‘You girls can gain some credit for yourselves here. I’ve had just about enough of this whinging from your friend. If you help her out of her gym kit, maybe I’ll be more lenient with you later.’
Emma and Nicola looked at each other, and a wicked smile passed between them. There was clearly no great loyalty between the three, and their natural instinct for bullying was never far from the surface. Hayley, catching the look in their eyes, started to back away, but it was too late. The two girls pounced on their ringleader and began to scrabble at her clothes.
‘No!’ she squealed, and kicked viciously at them as they wrestled her to the floor.
The contest was unequal. Soon Emma had immobilised Hayley by sitting on her face and clamping her arms to the polished boards. Her protestations were muffled, although her struggling did not abate. Nicola, her left hand busy fending off Hayley’s flailing legs, began the difficult job of hauling her knickers down. This proved something of a trial, and soon the three girls were rolling around, grappling with each other with a feral abandon.
Eventually Emma managed to get Hayley’s T-shirt over her head, which left all three students topless. Mr Galsworthy paced around the struggling threesome with his cane, occasionally swatting a buttock to encourage a speedy resolution. In the event, it was Nicola who lost her knickers first, as Hayley ripped at them a little too eagerly and they came away in her fist. Now stripped totally naked except for her white socks and gym shoes, Nicola seemed to lose all restraint and went for Hayley with all her might. With Emma’s help she managed to pin her hands behind her back and bend her over onto her front. Then with a wicked grin of relish she whipped Hayley’s knickers down to her knees, where Emma helped her to pull them completely free. The girls seemed to have forgotten about Mr Galsworthy completely, and had become absorbed in their own little games of revenge and humiliation. Suddenly realising Emma still had her knickers on, the other two turned on her and within a few moments she was similarly pinioned and stripped, and as the last pair of panties was flung aside Mr Galsworthy once more cracked the cane.
‘Enough!’ he bellowed, in a voice that echoed around the hall.
The girls looked up, breathing heavily. As if coming round from a Bacchic frenzy, they shakily stood up, their hands trying in vain to preserve the modesty they had thrown away by fighting so foolishly on the floor.
‘You girls simply have no idea when to stop,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘Well, since you’ve managed to take each other�
��s clothes off, you can stay like that for the rest of the session. I’m not worried myself, for there’s nothing I like better than caning naughty naked girls like you, but if this ever got out... well, just think of the humiliation you’d suffer.’
At that the girls seemed genuinely ashamed of themselves. If there was anything worse than being punished for their term time transgressions, it was that punishment and humiliation being revealed to their peers.
‘I really have had enough of your stupidity and silliness,’ he continued. ‘All three of you, over the horse, now.’
It seemed to have sunk in to them what fools they had made of themselves, and reluctantly, they positioned themselves in front of the designated equipment.
‘Bend over!’ he barked.
Nicola was the first to comply, and gingerly placed her hands on the suede surface and leant forward. Mr Galsworthy had to cut the cane through the air again to get the others to obey, but soon there were three attractive bottoms presented to him.
‘Very good,’ he mused. ‘You look much prettier like that, I have to say.’
The girls seemed to have lost their will to resist, stripped and ready for their punishment. Lucy had the view from behind, and she would have given anything to see their faces if they knew she was witnessing every aspect of their degradation. Content with what she had been offered, however, she sat back and enjoyed the show.
Mr Galsworthy tapped the tip of the cane lightly on Emma’s buttocks. ‘Now,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘I think the cane on bare virgin bottoms is a little harsh, despite all you’ve done to deserve it. I am a fair man, and I don’t want you to think that your punishment doesn’t fit your crime.’
He moved on to Nicola’s bottom, gently circling her flesh with the tip of the cane. Lucy may have been hearing things, but she swore a little moan of pleasure escaped the lips of the redhead as she was touched. Mr Galsworthy smiled, and ran the cane up and down between her thighs.
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