Saturday, 16 January 2016

Saturday, January 16, 2016 -

The Caning Academy

and other spanking stories
by Joy Peters
Published: Nov 14, 2015
Words: 24,087
Category: school, general
Orientation: M/F
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The Caning Academy

Belinda Dickinson attended her old grammar school on a warm August morning to obtain her A-level results with some foreboding. Although the exams had been completed many weeks before, she had a knot in her stomach. Although she hoped for the best, inwardly she knew that the exams had not gone well and she feared that she would not get the grades required to study Biology at Durham University where she had been offered a conditional place. She had been predicted an A and two B's but only needed an A, B and C. Her form teacher handed her a sealed envelope without any indication of what was contained therein.

With trembling hands she took the envelope to a corner of the classroom and opened it. Her eyes tried to focus on the script. She blinked a few times before the reality became apparent: a B and two C's. Belinda burst into tears and rushed out of the classroom and made her way straight home, ignoring the concerned looks and comments from her friends and form teacher.

Her mother Elizabeth, or Liz as she was generally called, was waiting anxiously for her only daughter to come home. When she saw Belinda's red eyes she was instantly aware that all was not well.

"Oh Mum! I've really messed up. I just don't know what I'm going to do now."

"Don't fret darling - we'll find a way to move forward."

Elizabeth was an elegant woman who looked much younger than her 39 years. She had been tragically widowed five years previously. Her husband had however made good provision for the family and they were moderately well off. Their son John had completed his first year at medical school and seemed very settled. He was abroad with friends enjoying a brief break from his medical studies. Elizabeth worked part-time as a receptionist at a local GP practice. Although the income helped, it was not essential but the work gave Elizabeth an interest other than just being a mother and housekeeper. Elizabeth kept herself in trim having joined a gym and managed to play badminton to a high standard.

Belinda had been devastated by the death of her father when she was only thirteen. It had taken her some months to overcome the trauma. She was like her sibling, extremely bright and soon caught up with the studies she had neglected in the months following her father's tragic accident. All seemed to be going well. She passed her GCSE's with flying colours and it was only in the second year of sixth form that the wheels started to come off. It was probably the hormones and discovery of boys that deflected her focus. Even so, her teachers were confident that she would easily make the grade for her university placement.

Belinda inherited her mother's striking good looks and shared her enthusiasm for keeping fit, although on reflection her motivation may have been to ensure she always looked her best.