School Sports Day
After the exams were over in my fifth year, we allowed to basically do as we please as we waited to leave and quite a number of us congregated on the tennis courts when they were free. It was during one off our knock abouts that a trainee teacher approached clipboard in hand.
"Anybody here in Derby house?" she asked and stupidly I admitted to it.
She wasn't exactly asking for volunteers for the school sports day she was demanding my assistance by filling one of the vacant slots on her clipboard. I was having non of it and politely told her to sod off, Not impressed by my response we both headed back to the gym. I was expecting to follow this up with a another visit to the headmistress as sixteen year old paying a second visit there in a couple of months, things weren't looking to good for my bottom.
Back in the gym Miss Winton took over.
"Put her down for the cross country it's her favourite." she instructed before ordering me to bend over for her stick.
Once again that strong armed gym mistress punished my tight knickers as the trainee watched my demise. After the expected six cracks and my bottom feeling as if it had exploded I had to admit defeat, mainly because of the promise to repeat the dose should I fail to run the following week