Double Trouble Caning at the Approved School

Featuring Jean Bradley as the Approved School Governess Emma and Laura as the Inmates George Lamont as the Governor The study door closed with a heavy click. Miss Savage stood sternly behind her desk, cane in hand, staring down at the two defiant girls before her. “Now then,” she said coldly, “you’ve had time to think and reflect. I need two answers. One: where is Maria? And two: are you going to tell me the truth?” Emma and Laura stood side by side in silence, lips pressed tightly together. Miss Savage’s eyes narrowed. “Very well. You leave me no choice.” She pointed at Emma. “Trousers down. Bend over the desk.” Emma hesitated but eventually obeyed, lowering her trousers and knickers before bending over the heavy oak desk. Her bare bottom was fully exposed. Miss Savage flexed the long cane. “This is going to be a very sore bottom if you continue to refuse.” Thwack! The first stroke landed sharply across the centre of Emma’s bare cheeks. She gasped and tensed. Thwack! Thwack! Two more strokes followed in quick succession, leaving vivid pink lines. “Where is Maria, Emma?” Miss Savage demanded. “Tell me now and this can end.” Silence. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Four hard strokes landed in rapid succession, making Emma’s bottom bounce and jiggle. She gasped loudly with each impact. “Still nothing to say?” Miss Savage asked, tapping the cane against the already reddening cheeks. “You’re only making this worse for yourself.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “Ow! Miss!” Emma cried out. Miss Savage continued with a long, methodical caning. “I can keep this up all afternoon. Where did you get the cigarettes? Who gave them to you?” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Each stroke landed with precision, painting fresh red tramlines across Emma’s bare bottom. “I don’t know, Miss!” Emma gasped, squirming over the desk. “Oh, I think you do,” Miss Savage replied calmly, laying on six more firm strokes. “You’re protecting someone, aren’t you? Speak up!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! “Ow! Please, Miss… it really stings!” “Good. It’s supposed to,” Miss Savage said sternly. “Perhaps this will loosen your tongue. Where is Maria?” Still no answer. Miss Savage delivered another dozen slow, deliberate strokes, spacing them carefully. “I’ll ask again. Where did the cigarettes come from?” Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Emma wriggled and gasped. “I can’t tell you, Miss!” “Then you’ll keep getting the cane until you change your mind,” Miss Savage replied, continuing without mercy. “This bottom is going to be very sore indeed if you keep refusing.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! By now Emma’s bottom was glowing a deep, angry red, covered in thick overlapping stripes. She was breathing hard and shifting from foot to foot. Miss Savage paused briefly. “Last chance, Emma. Tell me what I want to know.” When Emma remained silent, Miss Savage laid on eight, hard strokes, each one accompanied by a crisp .” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Emma’s bottom was now glowing a deep, angry red, covered in overlapping stripes. She was breathing hard, shifting from foot to foot. Miss Savage paused briefly, then delivered another dozen slow, deliberate strokes, focusing especially on the sensitive undercurve. Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Each impact produced a sharp crack and left Emma gasping and squirming. By the time Miss Savage finally laid the cane aside, Emma’s bottom was thoroughly marked with thick, vivid red weals. “Make yourself decent and sit over there,” Miss Savage ordered. Just as Laura was about to take her place, the study door burst open. The Approved School Governor strode in. “What on earth is going on here?” he demanded. After hearing the full story and seeing the girls’ sore bottoms, he shook his head. “This is completely unacceptable. You’re a bully.” He turned to the girls. “Do you two want to get your own back?” “Yes, please!” they replied eagerly. Before Miss Savage could protest, they guided her over the same desk. Her skirt was lifted and her knickers lowered, exposing her bare bottom. Emma grinned. “This is going to be fun.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The girls took turns spanking Miss Savage firmly with their hands, enjoying every moment of the role reversal. “Ow! This is not right!” Miss Savage protested, wriggling over the desk. “It feels different when you’re on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” Emma laughed, delivering a long series of crisp, stinging smacks. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Laura joined in enthusiastically. “You gave us so many! Now it’s your turn!” They continued with a long, thorough hand spanking, turning Miss Savage’s bottom from pale to bright pink, then a deep rosy red. Miss Savage gasped and squirmed as the girls spanked steadily, covering every inch of her bare cheeks. “Ow! That’s enough!” Miss Savage protested. “Not yet,” Emma replied cheerfully. “You always told us we needed proper lessons.” They kept going for several more minutes, alternating ch...