Tracy thought that another girl, albeit one older than her, might have some sympathy. But Miss Jones' reputation as a severe teacher was well earned and Tracy knew that as soon as her panties were taken down she could expect nothing less than a sound caning. She hated the school, exclusive it might be but the stupid uniform with its old fashioned straw hat made the girls feel young and worse when they were bent over for the all too frequent times they were to be disciplined they had to keep the hat balanced on their head. Enough movement to dislodge it meant the caning would begin again, so at all costs and no matter how much the cane stung her bottom Tracy knew she had to keep still while the horrible Miss Jones whipped the supple bamboo cane over her poor bottom.
Tracy vowed that when she had a girl she would never send her to such an old fashioned strict school. It was a mystery to her why her own mother, who had been to this same school, should be so heartless as to subject her own daughter to its methods of instilling obedience.
Tracy vowed that when she had a girl she would never send her to such an old fashioned strict school. It was a mystery to her why her own mother, who had been to this same school, should be so heartless as to subject her own daughter to its methods of instilling obedience.