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It was the first Friday of the month. That meant it was school day for Carol. She had told her Master all about her love for school role play when they first got together five years earlier. Her Master, John had not really been into role play, however he did love using the cane. The school day once a month had developed as John had seen how much Carol got out of becoming Poppy, her schoolgirl persona. She would be playful, sometimes naughty and she would do things that Carol would never do. She would get into trouble just to get punished. John enjoyed this side of the role play, but it was how Carol was after she had been Poppy that made him pursue this type of play. She was calmer and more relaxed. It was like she had got rid of all her tension in playing at being Poppy. John arranged work so he could work from home on the first Friday of the month; if this was not possible then school would be on the Saturday. However it worked better on the Friday as although John was at home, he did have work to do which kept him distracted and busy. Carol got up early. Her first job was to get Poppy’s and Mr Jones (her teachers) packed lunches ready. She always put a lot of thought into the lunches; Mr Jones’s would be put in a large plastic lunch box and kept in the fridge. Poppy’s would be put in her Telly Tubbie’s lunch box and be left on the breakfast bar for her to take to school with her. After showering and making sure all her body hair was shaved clean, Carol would transform herself into Poppy. At precisely nine o’clock Poppy would be standing at the dining room door with her satchel on her back and her lunch box in her hand. John had made Poppy a desk. It was just like the old fashioned school desk, but adult sized. He would bring it into the dining room and set it up in the corner with an old orange plastic chair they had found at the car boot. He would have his laptop set up on the dining room table along with anything he had prepared for the day. He would also put up the white board. It was a noticeboard bought from a stationary shop, but it worked well as a school board. It would be propped up on a chair close enough for Poppy to read it. Poppy would stand waiting for Mr Jones to open the door to the school room. Once the school door opened Poppy would stand to attention waiting to be allowed in. She would walk swiftly to her desk, put her lunch box on the bookshelf behind her and her satchel on the floor next to her desk. She would not sit down, but wait for Mr Jones to tell her to. Some days he would inspect her, making sure she was dressed properly. She wore a crisp white blouse buttoned up to the neck and tucked into her grey pleated knee-length skirt. Her blue and grey striped tie was fastened into a tidy knot, not too big or too small. She would have her navy blue jumper on over the top. Long white knee length socks with clean, flat, sensible shoes would be worn. She wore a white full length petticoat that she had made for herself and big navy blue knickers bought off the Internet. No make up, no jewellery and her hair must be kept tidy. Poppy wore her long hair in two plaits most of the time, but every now and then she would have them in a high pony tail with a big ribbon holding it in place. The problem was that as the day wore on her hair would fall out of the ribbon and poor Poppy would get into trouble for having messy hair. Today however Poppy was dressed immaculately, her hair was in two neat plaits and she conformed to all the school rules. Mr Jones told her to sit down and to copy out the timetable for the day into her notebook and then to write out her news. The time table read as follows.
9:00 News – Write up your news and draw a picture to illustrate it. Poppy got out her notebook and pen and using her best handwriting wrote down the timetable. She liked Craft but hated spelling and PE was interesting also. She then got down to writing her news. The news at the start of each school day had been part of the school day from the beginning. Poppy would write down things that happened in their day to day life. Sometimes it would be just what was growing in the garden or a trip to the supermarket. Other times she would write about days out, always referring to her Uncle John as she wrote. She sometimes added problems or things that were on her mind. Often by putting a silly little thing in her news report it would help her get it into perspective. John had also discovered small things about his submissive through these reports that would not have come to light when she was Carol. Today Poppy was writing about a walk in the wood they had taken a few days earlier in the week. She wrote about how her Uncle John had shown her the toadstools and how they had seen the bare trees. She also added how much fun it was walking through the mud and how exciting it was seeing the waterfall. These were all things that had happened but putting them into words made them extra special. After she had finished writing she took out her colouring pencils and drew a colourful picture of the waterfall. She still had time so she drew some toadstools making them look cartoon like. When Poppy was being good she worked very hard. Her writing was neat, the composition interesting to read and her pictures were a real delight. It was during school time that she had discovered she was quite a good artist. Mr Jones sat at his desk typing away at his laptop and taking the occasional phone call. He took no notice at all of Poppy. Mr Jones looked up from his work “Have you finished Poppy” “Yes Mr Jones” Poppy answered with a big smile on her face, she was pleased with her work. “Ok then stand up and read it out for me” Poppy did as she was told. She always felt a little shy reading out load and having to stand up next to her desk as Mr Jones either watched her carefully or ignored her all together. Once when Mr Jones had ignored her while she was reading out, Poppy had said several rude words during the reading. She did not realise that Mr Jones had been listening until the end of the day, when she was caned on her bottom for every rude word she had said. Today Mr Jones listened and smiled. He was enjoying remembering the day as much as Poppy had enjoyed writing about it. “Bring me your book here and let me see your picture.” Poppy walked over to the table and handed Mr Jones her book. He looked at the pictures and asked her questions about them. The picture of the waterfall was really lovely. Mr Jones handed Poppy a page of complex mathematics and told her to work through the sheet but to leave her note book as it needed to be marked. Poppy went back to her desk. Sums were fun. Poppy had a quick mathematical mind and during the school times John had re-introduced Carol to all the things she had learnt when she was at school. She was now appreciating the wonderful world of numbers. Today it was equations. John had hunted around the web and had found several secondhand text books on advanced math that he used as a basis for these lessons. The problem was that he feared that Carol was better at math than he was and so found it more and more difficult to stretch her mind. Poppy flew through the sums. She was finished with twenty minutes left. Mr Jones was on the telephone. So she did not want to disturb him so she took out a reading book and sat quietly reading. She wanted to be good today. No messing about, she did not want the cane or to be punished in any way. Once off the telephone Mr Jones came over to the table. He stood above her looking down. ”You have finished them already?” He asked. “Yes Mr Jones” Poppy answered. She was to call him Mr Jones at all times, not Sir or anything else. To do so would result in punishment. “Have you checked them?” Mr Jones asked. Poppy looked down at the page of equations, she had not really checked them but she was sure they were right. ”Yes Mr Jones” She lied. “Well let me see how you have done. Bring them to my desk.” Mr Jones returned to his desk and Poppy picked up her page of equations and stood next to him. The phone rang and Poppy was told to stand still while he answered it. The phone call went on for several minutes. Poppy looked around the room. She was not good at standing still, she got bored very quickly and this was a real test. She started to fidget, pulling the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands. Then she started to read what was on Mr Jones laptop screen. It was nothing very interesting but she was still reading it when Mr Jones finished his phone call. “Poppy” His voice was stern and full of anger “Stand still for two minutes that was all you had to do, you have fidgeted and now I see you are reading classified information, that is very disrespectful” Poppy gasped as she had not thought anything about reading what was on the screen. John would not have minded but she was not Carol now and Poppy had done wrong. She was angry with herself as she had wanted today to go without doing anything wrong. “I'm sorry Mr Jones” Poppy said her eyes filling with tears and her lip sticking out she hung her head and looked at the floor. Mr Jones said nothing but picked up the page of equations and started to mark them Poppy looked at the page as red ticks went against the first equations, then Mr Jones stopped. “I thought you said you had checked these?” His voice was harsh “Yes Sir, I did” Poppy said her voice timid. “Then how did you miss a mistake like this.” He pointed to the page. It was a silly mistake and if she had checked them properly she would have spotted it. A large red cross went through the equations. “Well you have let yourself down Poppy. First you did not check these did you?” He waited for her to answer but she just looked sadly at the floor. “Did you?” he prompted. “No Mr Jones” Poppy admitted quietly. “Then” Mr Jones went on “you fidgeted and read confidential information when you were asked to stand still for a few moments” “Im sorry Mr Jones” Poppy meant what she said. She really was sorry as she had already spoilt the day. She had so wanted it to be a day when she would not be punished. Mr Jones looked at his watch. “Well its nearly break time. So you go out to play and we will deal with this afterwards” Poppy went over to her desk to get a banana out of her lunch box for her break and sulked out into the living room. Break was either in the garden or in the living room all depending on the weather. Today it was cold and wet so Poppy sat on the sofa eating her banana. Normally Mr Jones would continue to work and this was time for Poppy to have a snack and use the bathroom. She finished her banana and got up to put the skin in the bin. John came into the room. ”I’m Johnny and I am new here” He said in a gruff school boy tone. “Hello, Im Poppy. Can we be friends” Poppy wanted to play and liked the idea of John being a schoolboy. It had been the first time this had happened. Johnny pushed Poppy up against the wall and talked directly into her face. “No I don’t like girls and I don’t like you. Give me some money” Poppy did not have any and protested saying so but Johnny took no notice and pulled on her tie making the knot go small and crooked. He then pulled her plaits pulling the ribbon out of the bottom of one. Poppy felt her stomach tighten. She did not want this to happen, she wanted to be good. ”I’ll tell Mr Jones on you” She snapped, tears in her eyes. ”No you wont or I’ll get you after school.” Johnny kept Poppy pressed against the wall and then lifted her skirt. “Every one look at girlies knickers” He shouted loudly “Poppys showing her knickers” Poppy pulled away from him and dived into the kitchen to put the banana skin she was still holding into the bin. She tried to sort out her plaits but she had no mirror. She then heard Mr Jones calling the end of break. She did not have any time to go to the toilet or to tidy herself up properly. “Poppy stand by my desk” Mr Jones said as she walked into the room. Poppy did as she was told. She glimpsed the white board and remembered it was now IT time. Computers were always fun. Mr Jones would give her tasks to do on line or sometimes he would give her free time to surf the web. “Look at you Poppy, you hair is a mess and what have you done to your tie? You know we don’t allow small knots. Now take it off and tie it properly.” Poppy remembered Johnny pulling at her tie she took it off and re-tied it. She felt frustrated as she wanted to tell Mr Jones it was not her fault, but it was her fault and she was in trouble. She had told lies about not checking her sums and she had been reading the laptop. Mr Jones paced around the room as he talked and Poppy felt very small and vunerable. ”We should have been having IT now but your behaviour means we cant fit it in today” Poppy let out a sad sigh as she was genuinely disappointed. Mr Jones continued on “There is no point in you sighing miss, you have brought this all on yourself.” As he talked he turned her desk to face the wall. “You will sit facing the wall and write out 100 lines in your best handwriting.” Poppy went to sit down but Mr Jones stopped her “I have not finished with you yet, You will bend over my chair and receive six strokes of the cane. Go fetch the cane” Poppy felt this was harsh and stared wide eyes at Mr Jones hoping he would change his mind but she knew it was futile and she knew she would only get into more trouble if she protested. Slowly she walked to the corner of the room where the cane was always placed on school days. It was a thin rattan cane that made a good swishing sound when administered harshly and it stung like hell bringing up welts on her flesh. Poppy bent over, holding onto the chair her back at right angles to her legs. This was the position they always adopted for punishment caning. Mr Jones lifted her skirt showing off her navy blue knickers. John had decided that morning that he really wanted to cane his submissive. His sadistic streak was peaking that day and no matter what had happened he was going to enjoy the day the way he wanted it to play out. When Poppy had arrived and behaved so well, his plan to turn into Johnny at break had come to mind. Now he looked down on the big navy blue knickers. He so wanted to stroke her pretty bottom and to feel the delicate skin. This was not about a school teacher caning a pupil, for him it was a sadistic master enjoying administering pain to his submissive because he had the right to do so. Poppy held her breath waiting for the first stroke. Swoosh she heard it as the pain raced through her body. Mr Jones was hitting hard today. The second came before she had composed herself properly and she gave out a shriek and stood up. ”Position Poppy now” Mr Jones bellowed. Poppy regained her position and the third stroke hit hard and accurately followed by the fourth. A neat row of welts became visible either side of her school knickers. Poppy felt tears pricking her eyes as she waited and the fifth hit with a solid swoosh landing diagonally over the already raised welts. Mr Jones was making the most of this punishment. Then the final stroke, another diagonal one the opposite way. Each stroke had been hard and sharp and Poppy’s bottom was on fire. Poppy remained in position and John looked down at her. He so wanted to take the knickers off and see the welts standing up on her reddened skin. He wanted to feel them and enjoy the warmth. He so wanted to fuck her but today was not the day and now was not the time. This was schooltime and his urges would wait. ”Stand Poppy” Mr Jones voice was not kinder but still business like. “Now what have you got to say for yourself?” ”I am very sorry Mr Jones, I will try and do better” Poppy’s voice trembled as she spoke as she was close to tears. ”Now sit down and do the lines. Neat now and no messing” “Yes Mr Jones” Poppy said moving to the desk facing the wall. She rubbed her bottom feeling the pain and the warmth. On her desk was some lined paper with the words. “I am a slut and a whore and a bad girl. If I don’t try harder I will not get fucked in my arse tonight” Poppy looked over at Mr Jones who was watching her. “Poppy get on with it. You are not put up against the wall so you can turn around” He said with a large grin on his face. Poppy started writing out her lines. Over and over, the words slut and whore jumping off the page as she wrote each line. She loved the humiliation of being called names during sex and being made to write them over and over was really turning her on. She felt the wetness in her knickers as her legs stuck to the cheap plastic chair. She felt the welts on her legs burning as she wriggled in the chair trying to get comfortable. “Sit still Poppy” Mr Jones voice came from behind her. Poppy tried hard to sit still but her bottom was on fire and the plastic chair was making her sweat, the two cobining to make her feel very uncomfortable. The lines seemed to take forever to write out, her hand ached and she had to keep her handwriting in check as it would deteriorate as she worked on the boring task. “fucked in the arse” over and over she wrote it. She loved anal sex, but the thought of it gave her goosebumps, it was one of those things, naughty but nice. She counted the lines out. 100, done. She sat at her desk and put her hand up not looking around. She did not want to get into any more trouble. Her bottom was on fire and her arm ached. Mr Jones was working on his laptop and he saw her arm go up, but left her for several minutes before walking over to her. He held out his hand and Poppy handed the paper with 100 lines written out in her best hand writing. Mr Jones did not even look at it. He ripped it up in front of her and told her go put it in the bin. Poppy went to the kitchen to put the ripped up work in the bin and when she returned her desk had been turned back to face the room. Mr Jones had put the craft box next to her desk. “I know it’s a bit early but you may as well start on your craftwork as we don’t have time for IT now. I will be busy for the next hour or so. So lets see if you can work without interrupting me” “Yes Mr Jones” Poppy answered and then added “thank you” trying to get back into his good books. Mr Jones returned to his desk and continued working on his laptop. Poppy knew what to do with the craftwork. It was nearing Christmas and Poppy had been making hand crafted cards to send to their friends and family. The cards had to be well made with no messing about as they would have John and Carols name on them. These were not pretend craft lesons Poppy loved doing them. She had bought a lot of stuff from Ebay and some from the cheap shops in town. She worked away individually making each card especially for each person. Those who had children in the family would have snowmen or Father Christmas, religious people would have the nativity and others just pretty candles and flowers. Poppy worked away enjoying the quiet time. Then she realised she needed to pee. She had not gone at break and now she was busting. She looked at the clock it said 11:35, she had 25 minutes to go. She could not wait that long as she really needed to go. She was just going to put her hand up when she remembered Mr Jones saying he was busy and not to be disturbed. She wriggled in her chair, the plastic had stuck to her legs and it stung as she moved. Her bottom was still sore but had eased off a little. She needed to pee, it was no good. She raised her arm and looked over at Mr Jones. He was typing away and kept his eyes firmly on what he was doing. She need the loo, she really did and started dancing about in her seat. Mr Jones looked over at her. ”Please Sir, I need to go to the toilet” Poppy blurted out. “Didn't you go at break?” He asked knowing full well that he had stopped her going. “No Sir, I … I … forgot” She kept up the dancing in her chair desperate to go to the loo “That is what break is for, to stop lessons being interrupted. I told you I was busy today.” His voice was full of reprimand. “You will have to wait until lunch. Its only 20 minutes away” ”NO… please” Poppy was really desperate. She needed to pee “Please Mr Jones I really need to go” She pleaded with her eyes and Mr Jones loved every minute of it. “No Poppy you will wait” Poppy went back to her craftwork but could not concentrate. All she could think about was needing to pee. Poppy could not wait any longer. She shot her hand up once more “Mr Jones, Mr Jones, I really need the loo, Please” “Poppy, what has got into you today” he looked over at the clock “Its time to tidy up, once you have done that then we will see.” ”But Sir SIR I really need to go” “POPPY” His tone was enough for Poppy to know she had no choice but to tidy up her craft things. She put the cards she had finished to dry and put everything back into the box. She then took the box over to Mr Jones and stood wriggling at the side of his desk. ”I have finished Sir, Please may I go now” the desperation was in her voice. John looked into the eyes of his submissive. Dancing in front of him bursting to go to the bathroom. His sadistic side was crying out with pleasure. He was enjoying this to much to allow her to simply go to the loo. ”Poppy, you have shown so much disrespect today. Do you know how many times you have used Sir instead of Mr Jones?” As Poppy heard his accusation she realised that she had done so more than once. She also knew that she was not going to get away with it. This was one of the few things that they had both agreed on when they first started doing the role play. Carol would call John Sir or Master all the time so it would be easy if she could call Mr Jones Sir. However as John had to call the school girl Poppy it was decided that a stroke of the cane for every time Poppy called Mr Jones Sir would be administered. “No Mr Jones I am sorry, I did not mean to be disrespectful” Poppys words were desperate as she tried hard to find a way to go to the bathroom. “Well young lady you have done so six times. I kept letting it go hoping you would realise and stop but no, Six times. I have already had to cane you six times today. Do you think I enjoy this? Do you think I want to give you six more strokes?” Poppy looked at the floor. She knew very well he enjoyed every minute of it and that she would have to suffer six more strokes, she just hoped it would be at the end of the day or at least after lunch. Mr Jones did like to keep her waiting knowing that it increased the fear within her. “Go fetch the cane” Mr Jones smiled as he said it and stood up. Poppy ran to the corner. The quicker she got the cane, the sooner she could get to the bathroom. She came back with the cane and got into position. ”you’re a bit eager arent you?” “I have done wrong Mr Jones and it is only right that you punish me otherwise I will not learn. The sooner it is over the sooner I will learn my lesson” She babbled on just willing for him to hurry up. Mr Jones knew what Poppy was doing and slowly lifted her skit. The welts from the earlier caning where just visible either side of her navy blue knickers. He walked around her looking at her. He loved seeing her in this position. He hated punishing her in their day to day life because that was when she had not performed as he had hoped, but school time punishment was fun and knowing that she needed to pee so badly made it all the more fun. He raised the cane and let it swoosh down hard and straight across her bottom. He watched as her skin gave to it and listened to her sharp intake of breath as the pain hit her. He was in no hurry and gave her plenty of time to recover before the next hard straight stroke. So close it was to the first that there was hardly any distinction in the stripes they formed. Poppy realised what he was doing. How he was working slow and deliberate. She knew what he wanted and she would oblige. The third stroke was just above the first two, hard and straight, sending pain through her body. The pain was increased by the previous welts and by her tensing from needing to pee so badly. The fourth hit the same place as the third one. Hard and stinging the pain now flowing over her entire body. She felt a small dribble of pee running down her legs. She knew he wanted it and she felt the wave of humiliation as she knew she would oblige him. He saw the tell-tale dribble and smelt the sweetness of her urine as he raised the cane for the fifth stroke. Hard and fast he wanted it to hurt as he wanted her to piss herself. He wanted her to submit to his version of the game and not hers. He hit as hard as he could and she gave a small grunt as the stroke landed and her piss dribbled down her legs. ”Poppy you dirty girl!” Mr Jones words cut through her. The humiliation of wetting her knickers in front of him was total, but she could not stop the flow as it soaked her socks and shoes. “You are so dirty, you stink of urine, you have wet my floor, your a bad girl Poppy” Mr Jones raised the cane and hit hard and straight sending pain throughout her body as the last of her pee dribbled down her legs. She remained in position. Standing in a puddle of her own piss. Mr Jones picked up a piece of paper and started to write on it leaving Poppy standing bent over the chair, her sore red bottom under her now wet navy blue knickers. “Poppy you will have to go home at lunchtime and give this note to your Uncle John” Poppy stood up and took the folded piece of paper from Mr Jones, keeping her eyes on the floor. She went over to her desk and picked up her satchel and left the room. Mr Jones followed her into the living room and directed her to the back door. Poppy looked him in the eyes and could see just how much he was enjoying this. She went out into the cold winter air thankful that the rain from early on had stopped. Mr Jones indicated she was to walk up the garden. Poppy walked up the garden, her wet knickers quickly turning cold as did her legs and wet socks. She knew no one could see her and yet she felt vunerable and scared. She did not like the cold and she did not like being wet. She approached the back door and it was opened by John. ”Poppy what are you doing home? Its only lunch time” Poppy could tell by the tone of his voice that it was Uncle John. Poppy came into the living room and handed Uncle John the note. Standing in front of him as he read it she looked at the floor. Uncle John tut-tutted as he read the note. “Poppy, you have been bad. What am I to do with you?” She did not answer, her knickers and socks were cold and wet, she was uncomfortable and wanted to get cleaned up. “So you have nothing to say for yourself?” Poppy just stood looking sad. Uncle John picked up a towel he had on the sofa. Poppy expected him to hand it to her to get cleaned up but to her surprise he sat down and put the towel over his knee. “I think a spanking is in order” His words were full of sadistic pleasure and Poppy knew better than to argue. She placed herself over his lap feeling totally defeated. She was wet and dirty, her bottom was already sore and striped and she had so wanted to be a good girl that day. She had so wanted to get praise and reward for trying hard and working well. Uncle John lifted her wet skirt and pulled down her wet knickers. He looked at her wonderful bottom still marked from the cane, it was starting to bruise up a little but the stripes were still there. He stroked it gently and then raising his hand he delivered hard slow slaps on her bare bottom. Poppy cried out “No, no its not fair” The unfairness of everything getting the better of her. She kicked her legs and tried to struggle free. Uncle John held onto her tight and continued to spank her hard. Poppy struggled for a few minutes more then once again submitted to her fate. Her bottom red and sore from a good hard spanking she was sent to the bathroom to clean herself up and change before going back to school. By the time Poppy came back down the stairs Uncle John had eaten the roast beef sandwich and was just finishing the home-made fruit cake from his lunch box. Poppy realised she was hungry and went to get her own lunch box from the dining room. She had cheese and pickle sandwich and a cheese dip and her favourite school dinner treat a yoghurt with chocolate crunch crumbs. “Oh Poppy, did you leave your lunch at school” Uncle John said before Poppy got the chance to retrieve her lunch box. She looked around at him and waited to see his reaction. “Well you won’t have time to eat it when you get back, I better make you something to eat here.” John went into the kitchen and took out two pieces of bread and spread them with some butter and gave them to Poppy. She ate them sulkily, she did not like bread and butter but she was hungry and knew she would get nothing else until evening. She was given a drink of water to go with it and then sent back into the garden to return to school. As Poppy returned to school for the afternoon session she was wearing a clean uniform and had her hair pulled back into a ponytail. Mr Jones looked at her sternly and asked if she had given the note to her Uncle. Once she had confirmed she had and that he had spanked her for being bad he said lets see if you can do better this afternoon. Poppy’s heart sank as she looked at the timetable still on the whiteboard. Spelling. Poppy hated spelling more than anything. She knew she would be having spelling as she had been given a list of ten words on Monday to learn for today. Mr Jones handed Poppy a piece of paper with the numbers 1 to 10 written down the side. ”I want no crossing out and nice neat writing” Mr Jones stated as he started going through the list of words. “Subtle” Poppy knew that one and wrote it with confidence ”Theology” Yes she knew that one and so the list went on. Poppy was happy she had remembered them well and then they got to number 8. “Psychiatrist” Mr Jones called out. Poppy froze. She had had trouble with this one all week. She took so long thinking about it that Mr Jones read out the final word. “Pseudonym” Poppy quickly wrote down what she thought was the write spelling for psychiatrist and then thought about pseudonym. It was the other one she had had trouble with. She wrote it down but was not sure it looked right. She was just about to cross it out when Mr Jones picked up the paper. “I will mark these later.” He said as he turned and walked over to his table and sat down. “Now take out your writing book and I want you to write a story for me. I want it to include a character called Samantha a transvestite who enjoys anal sex. I don’t want to be disturbed as I do have work to do” He looked at Poppy sternly and then settled down with his laptop to work. Poppy opened her creative writing book. This was another area she enjoyed. All the stories she had written had all been of an erotic nature. She felt so naughty writing erotic fiction whilst at school but it was something that she enjoyed doing knowing that when her Master read them he would be titillated by them. The time flew past as Poppy scribbled away in her book. Samantha coming to life on the page. Sometimes Poppy found the story did not flow or that the story was not long enough or just did not sound right but today the story of Samantha was good, she loved the character she had created. “Ok Poppy we don’t have any more time, have you nearly finished?” Mr Jones was looking over at her. ”No Mr Jones. This is a long story it will take another lesson to finish it. “That’s ok Poppy put your book away for now you can finish it another time” Poppy was a little disappointed, she was enjoying writing the story and would have been happy to continue with it. PE was next on the timetable. In the past she had been made to work her way though an exercise DVD and other times she was taken into the garden and had played badminton or boules. However the weather was not good enough to go outside so she was expecting the boring DVD. However Poppy was in for a surprise. “Today we are going to do dancing” Mr Jones said. Poppy’s eyes widened, she was not a natural dancer, she had never been into disco when she was younger and thought she could just about manage a waltz. She was so surprised by the statement she let out a laugh. “Yes Poppy You are going to dance” Mr Jones took Poppy into the living room and put on some music. He sat on the chair and told her to dance. Poppy pranced, it was a mixture between a ballet dance and the funky chicken. She was very self conscious of Mr Jones watching her and her lack of natural rhythm. After only a few minutes she started to giggle then she started to mess about. Mr Jones just sat, quietly watching. Eventually she stood still in the middle of the room and did nothing. Mr Jones let her stand there for several minutes and then stood up. ”So Poppy we are carrying on the behaviour from this morning” It was a statement not a question. Poppy went to answer him back but Mr Jones raised his hand to silence her. He walked to the backdoor and opened it. “If you don’t want to take part in the class you can wait outside until its over” Poppy walked out into the garden. It was cold and had started to drizzle. She looked sulkily at Mr Jones. “I will dance Mr Jones” She said hoping to be let in. “Too late young lady. You will stand against the door and think about your behaviour today”. The door was shut and Poppy gave a big sigh. Today had just not gone as planned. If she was good at school John would cuddle her at night and make love to her. He would tell her how much she had pleased him. When she had been bad at school John would often make her sleep in the spare room showing her that it was not all a game and that even when in role play she was his submissive. Poppy felt the cold stabbing at her bare knees. She clenched the cheeks of her bottom and felt the tightness from all the punishment it had taken. She put her hand up her skirt and inside her knickers and rubbed her bottom. It felt tight but was no longer warm. She knew it would be bruised by the morning. The door opened Poppy had been leaning against it trying to keep dry and fell in as it was opened. Mr Jones caught her and stopped her falling. “Go wait at my table” He spoke sternly but not unkindly. Poppy stood at Mr Jones table. Standing still and making sure she neither fidgeted nor read anything on the table. “Well Poppy” Mr Jones spoke as he entered the room. “You have not had the best of days. Have you?” Poppy shook her head and looked at the floor. Mr Jones walked around and sat at his table. “Now lets start with your news” He handed her her news book and she opened it to the mornings work. It had no spelling corrections at all and a big tick at the end saying good work well done and a silver star had been stuck in the book. “That was very nicely done Poppy and your drawings were lovely. See what good work you can do when you try” Poppy wanted to say she always tried and that it was only because of Johnny bullying her that she had got into trouble, but decided not to. “I have had a look at your craftwork. You have done a very good job on the cards I am very pleased with them. Well done” Poppy gave a big smile and thanked Mr Jones. “You had one of your sums wrong today. However we have dealt with that so we don’t have to worry about that now. Poppy gave a sigh, it was normally a stroke of the cane for each wrong sum. She did not want any more cane strokes on her already abused bottom. “And finally Poppy your spelling” Poppy’s heart missed a beat. Again this was something that had been agreed on. A stroke of the cane for every word mis-spelt. It was her weakest subject. She could not take any more cane strokes, she wanted to go home and take off her uniform. She wanted to snuggle and to be told she was a good girl. ”Well Poppy you did very well. You got ten out of ten” Poppy beamed from ear to ear. “Well done now lets hope you can keep up the good work” Poppy looked at the clock the afternoon had flown past and it was time for her to go home. She walked over to her desk and put her things away then picked up her satchel and still full lunch box to go home. Just as she was about to turn around to leave. She felt strong arms around her waist. Mr Jones’s voice spoke softly into her ear “Poppy I enjoy caning you. I love to see you bottom striped and bruised. I love to give you pain but most of all I love you submitting to me. Poppy will you take six of the best just for me on your bare bottom?” As Poppy gasped at the thought of what he had asked, he continued “Don’t answer just think about it for a few moments. You can walk out and go get changed out of your uniform and school will all be over with or you can submit to six more strokes of the cane. If you want me to cane you then pull your knickers down and get into the position. You will not be punished if you don’t submit.” Poppy did not need time to think. She put down her satchel and lunch box and walked over to Mr Jones's chair, pulled her navy blue knickers down around her ankles and as she bent over the chair she lifted her skirt to reveals her already abused and beaten bottom. She was ready to submit to a further six strokes, not to please her sadistic Master and teacher, but to please her own masochistic tendencies.
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