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I have been a teacher and then a Deputy-Headmistress for more than thirty years. During that time, education for girls had developed from the dark ages when they were mainly excluded from higher studies. Now, they are free to tackle any subject at Senior Secondary School. In addition, they can go on to College and University and do better than their male counterparts more often than not. This is not to say that they have achieved parity with boys. Luddite views on girls and their education still exist but thankfully are becoming less evident.Early during my teaching career, two pupils in my class fell pregnant. While this in itself was a shocking event, what really astounded me was that neither girl had any idea how or why it happened. As a teenager, I knew the basics of female matters, including the birds and the bees, through talks with my mother and naively assumed it was the same for other girls. So, it was appalling to find out that this was not the case ? indeed, for most, knowledge of themselves was non-existent. I resolved there and then that girls in my classes would be taught at least the basics of health and well-being. Of course, there was a great uproar over such a scandalous idea, but I found ways to convey the fundamentals to my girls in time. Thankfully, as we have moved towards the 1960s, girls' health and welfare had become a recognised component of their syllabus.Career-oriented women were not considered dutiful wife-material while I was in my twenties and thirties. So, I had to settle for life as a spinster and teacher. I was content until recent times when I began to doubt my choices. Then, one incredible event was to forever shatter my illusions.One day while walking in a small, wooded area well out of town, I heard a commotion and went to investigate. Lo and behold, a boy and a girl from my school were making love in a clearing. To be honest, that statement is inaccurate. They were going at it like rabbits in heat. I was shocked, but I did not stop them. By now, I had enough experience to know that their actions, while not approved, were not the atrocity that moralists would have us believe. It was only a loving couple freely engaging in the ultimate pleasure. This was no case of male dominance; both were clearly giving their all to the proceedings. So, I just left the scene and allowed things to take their course. In due course, my whole body quivered when I heard the nerve-tingling sounds of climax in the distance.*Touching or exploring yourself or others was an absolute taboo when I grew up ? you would go blind and be condemned to purgatory or, so we were told. These threats certainly scared the hell out of me, so I never dared to examine myself even into later life. Little did I realise that the events of the afternoon were about to wipe away those inhibitions.The intimate scene in the wood played over and over in my head as I lay in bed that evening, and sensual curiosity took hold. I slid my hand down inside my pyjamas and sighed as my fingers reached the mound, ruffled its hair, and then worked their way down into my crotch. I gasped as they finally touched my pussy lips and, to my great delight, triggered warm and tingling sensations. These feelings intensified rapidly as my fingers steadily caressed the labia. Then, they went through the roof when, by pure chance, I uncovered an ultra-sensitive spot and went to work on it. Before long, my whole body trembled as my twat spasmed and released a small amount of nectar. Words cannot adequately describe the sheer bliss I felt at this, my first-ever orgasm.I could only marvel at the resilience and tenacity of my pussy. It would have been primed and ready for action when I was a teenager and could have become moribund during the many barren years. But, instead, it had clung on, presumably dreaming of this very moment, and given its chance at long last, had delivered big time in taking me to cloud nine. Again, I could only be thankful for its tenacity.This first sensual experience had me wondering what other delights my body was hiding. So, just like a kid in a sweet shop, I spent the following weeks seeking out and repeatedly enjoying the pleasures of my lady bits. I remember feeling particularly wicked when I came across the alternate functions of a hairbrush handle. I smiled as I wondered how many of my teenage charges were already well practised in its use. I went off the rails for a short time and became obsessed with self-pleasure. But fortunately, I soon recognised its almost all-consuming hold over me. I eased off to a more sedentary but equally satisfying pace.The physical and emotional roller coaster I endured during my sensual awakening was a turning point. Until then, I knew that teenagers had many physical and sexual challenges during puberty and beyond. But I did not really appreciate just how disturbing and bewildering they could be. My recent experiences gave me a practical understanding of their possible impact and insight into why many adolescent girls go off the rails, have long spells of brain fuzz or give up on schooling. They are trying to make sense of a maelstrom of sexual changes with essentially no guidance or support. Indeed, my own teenage struggles with concentration at school now made sense.I now recalled how I had treated these apparently recalcitrant girls over the years with great sadness. Instead of understanding their problems, I assumed they were lazy and needed to be remotivated. Like my headmistress Miss Noble had done with me, I gave each of them a severe tawse on the bottom wake-up call.I resolved from then on that the belt would be the last resort in such cases. So instead, I ensured that all girls had free access to health and well-being counsellors. As a result, they could talk in complete confidence and anonymity about the personal or pubertal problems they faced and get practical help and advice. My sensual experiences were also helpful in another way. They allowed me, without blushing, to answer some of the cringe-worthy questions that the new generation of girls thankfully has no qualms about asking.This supportive/interactive approach worked very well with most teenage girls. But I was shocked to find that one or two of the very brightest girls in any year continued to have brain fog problems despite all the help available. I could see no obvious reasons for altıparmak escort (https://elitescorthatun.org/category/altiparmak-escort/) this. However, it did occur to me that these girls were so clever that seeking advice from others was possibly beneath them. I could not allow these smart girls to fail, so my only option was to use the tried and tested method to bring them to their senses. Unfortunately, these girls were otherwise well-behaved, so their bottoms had no prior acquaintance with the fiery tawse. Therefore, the agonising deed was an appalling shock and humiliation for them. But it was all the more effective as a result. The girls hated me with a vengeance afterwards. Still, they all redoubled their efforts and went to academic and career success. ***These unfortunate incidents aside, I was now more tolerant and genial than at any other time in my teaching career. I used the ultimate sanction only when a girl went too far, which thankfully became an infrequent event. Still, I often got pangs of guilt when I recalled the many bottoms that turned bright red for misdemeanours I now dealt with in non-painful ways. *The intimate knowledge I gleaned during this enlightening time proved to be a lifesaver. For example, I detected a tiny lump in one of my breasts and had it looked at straight away. Thankfully, the problem was spotted early and successfully eliminated by intensive therapy. This sharpened my thoughts over girls? health. Despite reluctance from many of my more traditionalist co-workers, I ensured that my girls were taught how to check themselves and encouraged them to do so regularly. I also advised them to go to a doctor straight away if they had concerns, even if adults thought it was a fuss about nothing. *My journey in self-pleasure continued for a few satisfying months. But then, it moved to new heights when a sixth-form boy, John Smith, was brought to my office by a local police officer. The lad had been caught fighting, and the victim's parents threatened to make it an official police matter. The officer was keen to keep it off the books but could only do so if the school took immediate action. This presented a problem because the headmaster and his male deputy were away from the school on that day. I was acting head, but I did not have the authority to deal with the matter since my responsibility was exclusively for the girls. However, if the incident became a police case, the repercussions for the boy would undoubtedly damage his educational and career prospects.*"So, Mr Smith, what have you got to say for yourself."*John looked at me defiantly. ?That bully has been beating and ridiculing me for weeks. I finally had enough and responded in the only way he would understand. He got what he deserved.??That is not the point. No matter the provocation, you acted like a common thug. That behaviour is totally unacceptable in this school, and I must deal with it in the severest manner allowed."I should suspend you from school immediately, but that means you will miss important final year examinations. The alternative, if you accept, is that I give you the maximum tariff of the tawse and settle the matter here and now. The choice is yours.?The look on John's face was unforgettable, but he quickly agreed. ?I will take the belt.?This response was no surprise, given that the punishment would be over and done with quickly. Also, how bad could it be ? after all, I was only a woman.I told the John to stay put, went to the headmaster?s study, and returned with his extra heavy tawse. John turned pale at the sight of this belt. Rightly so, its reputation was fearsome, and as John was about to find out well-deserved. John was quiet when he lowered his trousers down and bent over my desk. But he gasped in shock when I tugged down his drawers.John was shivering when I said, "There are no excuses for your hooligan behaviour. You have earned thirteen on the bare. That is bad luck for you.?The headmaster?s belt was thicker and heavier than mine and packed a mighty wallop even in the hands of a weakly female. So, John shot up in the air when the first hit unleashed its venom into his bum. Trying to be tough, he made little sound at first but then screamed in agony as the blazing streak on his buttocks released its heat and pain. John got back into position but reacted in the same way as five more fiery lines were added to his bottom. But after this, he seemed to accept the inevitable and remained still and quiet while the remainder of his behind met its agonising fate. Twelve vivid stripes were etched on John?s rear when I applied the final clincher, a diagonal strike that relit all the others and set his buttocks ablaze. Again, John screamed as waves of excruciating pain surged throughout his bum, and he finally broke down in tears.I let John recover. "Get up, remember this agony the next time you consider lashing out at someone because I can assure you for a repeat visit, the consequences will be far worse. Now, tidy yourself up lad, and head off home.?After John had redressed and partially composed himself, I let him leave by the back door to my office, just I did with girls. There was no need to rub salt into his wounds. He would have a hard time with his peers without dealing with it while still in severe distress.The policeman nodded his approval after the completion of the punishment. He said, "I am satisfied. The matter has been dealt with appropriately and is now closed."The headmaster later endorsed my swift resolution of the matter.As fate would have it, fairness was served two weeks later. John's tormentor was caught bullying another boy, and the headmaster gave him a doubly severe bare bottom thrashing.The side story to this incident with John revolves around the moral dilemmas it posed for me. I abhorred nudity in any form. Even so, I had no qualms about pulling down a girl?s knickers if she merited the belt on the bare. However silly as it may seem, the idea of uncovering John seemed indecent. The easy way out would have been to tawse him on the underpants, but I knew that this would not be considered an adequate punishment. After due consideration, I finally settled on a compromise. I lowered John?s drawers just far enough to expose his bum but leave his privates hidden from sight.I was pleased with this solution, but I need not have bothered. As görükle escort bayan (https://elitescorthatun.org/category/gorukle-escort/gorukle-escort-bayan/) the initial strikes of the tawse kissed John's rear, his undies slipped down to his knees, anyway, revealing his tackle in all its glory.John?s cock was quiescent at this point but then grew as the third and fourth strikes of the tawse left their fiery mark and was fully erect and engorged when number five hit home. It tremored and spasmed and began shooting its load as the sixth wallop found its target and was still spurting when the seventh strike did its worst. After that, John?s spent willy shrank back to its resting state, despite the continuing punishment to his bottom. I can still clearly recall those events even to this day. No surprises there, given that this was my first sight of a penis and one in an excited state, no less.I relived that event many times in the days that followed, and every time my pussy shivered and squirmed just at the mere thought of that rampant penis. A feral hunger had been awakened that left my twat desperate to be used for its purpose. Sadly, I knew that self-love was my only option since post-menopausal women did not do sex ? that was a disgusting chore of the long distant past, or so it was said. Nevertheless, I continued to have flights of fancy that left the gusset of my drawers moist. Did my teenage charges have similar wet dreams, I wondered?A strange memory from a few years previous came to the surface around this time. This centred around three girls in their final year of school. They had been friends for years, were academically bright, and generally well-behaved. I had no direct dealings with them until one was sent to me for discipline. She had hit another girl, so I had no option but to acquaint her pantied bottom with the tawse. I hoped that this short sharp shock would be enough but was disappointed to find that she and her two friends were sent to see me about one month later. Even more, this pattern was repeated monthly from thereon. The girls could or would not explain their odd behaviour other than having a bad day whenever things kicked off. I tried my best to break this strange conduct and even used the extra-heavy tawse on them. But all to no avail. Without fail, they were back over my desk the following month.I was utterly bamboozled by the behaviour of these girls ? even the hardest bullies usually toed the line after two or three bottom thrashings. Sadly, I had to maintain discipline in the school, so I had to keep making an example of them. Eventually, I had no option but to give the tawse on the bare. Unhappily, this did not change their behaviour.The one thing that stood out was the reactions of these girls to getting the belt ? hard girls scowl with the pain but remain quiet, whereas most others howl and cry by the bucketload. These three did neither ? they wept very little and generally looked at peace with themselves despite having a bum glowing like a fire. Remarkably, these contented looks were more evident once I started giving them the belt on the bare.The conduct of these three girls was inexplicable at the time. Still, my recent experiences with John now suggested a likely answer. He orgasmed while getting the belt, so these girls possibly did the same. The first girl may have climaxed during her initial punishment and spread the word to her best friends, leading them to fixate on this as a way of obtaining pussy joy. This may seem ridiculous, but imagine if this was your first orgasm. It would be such a memorable event that it would undoubtedly be worth repeating if you did not know of alternative ways to achieve it. I found this realisation unsettling ? had I been providing orgasm by tawse?The greater significance of this conclusion was that I presently had a repeat offender whose behaviour had similarities to that of the earlier three. Was she out of control, or was this just her way of getting an orgasm? So, the next time Amanda Jones was sent to see me, I decided to bite the bullet.?Now, young lady, you are here in front of me yet again. What have you got to say for yourself???I am sorry, Miss. It has been a difficult day, and I finally lost the plot with my classmate.??That is no excuse for thuggery. But is that the real reason that you are here???What do you mean???It is simple. Do you climax while getting the tawse??She immediately went crimson and struggled to speak. ?Yes, but how do you know that???Let us just call it teacher?s intuition. I am only surprised that you have not found less painful ways to climax.??None of my friends talk about sexual matters. So, when I had my first climax, as you gave me the belt for daydreaming in class, I decided to stick with a winning formula. The thought of all that pain in the bum was off-putting. But when I reach the middle of each month, the desire for a climax overcomes these doubts. Why would that be???My guess is that is when you are at the most fertile point of your cycle - when your pussy is at its most receptive."?Oh my, I never imagined that these feral instincts were so powerful.?"They certainly are. Girls get frustrated and cranky if they ignore or do not satiate these pangs of hunger. Orgasm by tawse is just your way of doing so. There are less painful ways of achieving satisfaction, and I can guide you to them, but that is for another day. You have obviously steeled yourself for this moment, and I must hand out the just desserts for your poor conduct in school. So, we had better deal get it done.??I wish that I had talked with you sooner, but I was scared.??That is silly. You were too scared to talk with me but not too frightened to get a severe thrashing.??It is ridiculous when you put it that way, but that is how it is.??No need to fret. I was just as terrified of my mentor, Miss Noble, and would never have dared talk with her about sexual matters. Okay, now bend over my desk.?Amanda smiled as she settled into place but shivered a little as I folded her skirt over her back and slipped her panties down. I picked the medium tawse and quickly unleashed its venom on her bum. I did not hold back but kept a close watch for the early signs of climax. I did not want to go overboard and ruin the moment for her by causing too much pain. I recognised the distinctive body shudder and the twitching of her pussy as juices started began dribbling from it. I gave her one further hard strike on the bottom as she went through orgasm to ensure she finished on the maximal high. Then, I put down my tawse and surveyed my handiwork. Her bum was red, but she was beaming from ear to ear while her juices continued to drip onto her panties.?Thank you so much. That was the best one ever.??Glad to make your day. It is much easier to play a perfect tune when you know that punishment is not the primary aim.?Amanda blushed. ?I could have avoided excess pain if I had talked about my needs with you.??The reality is that it could not happen any other way. So come to see me on Monday, and we will have a discussion.?Amanda duly came to my office at lunchtime on Monday. We had a long and frank talk about sexuality and how she could use self-gratification to meet her needs.?Thank you, why are we not taught about this at school.??Teaching about sensuality has come in leaps and bounds since my young days. But even now, getting down to the nitty-gritty is still frowned upon. The great and good do not want their kids being sullied by such disgusting stuff.??But that is like ripping out the second half of the book and then telling the reader to enjoy the story and be safe.??Sadly, that is true. Hopefully, it will get better soon. At least you have some more of the information you need.?Amanda did not go astray or encounter my tawse during the remainder of her time in school. Instead, she came to see me on her last day."I want to thank you for everything you have done for the other girls and me. I have never felt so content and happy. However, while self-pleasure is wonderful, the climaxes never match those I had when you gave me the belt.?I will admit that I went bright red. "I bet that you do not miss the pain, though. You just need to find someone who properly rocks your boat, and you will be fine.?I did not see Amanda again for several months. Then, I met her doing part-time work in a store while studying at college.?Nice to see you again, Miss. I hope that you are well.??Yes, I am fine. Please call me Sally. We are no longer in school.*?Sally, I can never forget what you did for me. You not only kept me on the straight and narrow at school, but you also taught me so much about sensuality. In fact, I have many dreams about the times you made me climax. I would love to repeat that journey one more time, but that I suppose is not possible.?I tried to be calm and collected and hid my excitement. *?Well, I am taking a three-week holiday before the start of the next term. I have rented a remote cottage and am heading off tomorrow. So what about paying me a visit, and we can see how things go.?Amanda grinned like a Cheshire cat. ?Oh, that would be great. I have a few days off from college and could visit you then.? **********I wrote down the address for her. ?I look forward to getting acquainted again.?I practically skipped home and set off to the cottage the next day. It was far off the beaten track but in a beautiful location. My plan was to spend time exploring the countryside and enjoying the sunshine while I was there. So, I did for the first two days, but then to my delight, Amanda arrived on the third day.I was out walking but saw her in the distance. So, I made my way towards the footpath to meet her. ?Hi, Amanda. I am glad you are here. Did you have any problems finding the house???No, the bus driver gave me good instructions. I love the wild and am more than happy to be here. In fact, would it be possible to stay for a few days? We could go hiking together.?My knees were trembling. ?You are more than welcome to stay for a while. It will be good to have a companion.?I showed Amanda to the spare bedroom and left her to unpack. We then had a light snack and chatted for a while, but the conversation became progressively stilted. Eventually, Amanda took the lead and said, ?We both know the elephant in the room. So let us get it over and done with and move on."My heart rate jumped. ?Yes, you are correct. Let us do it now. Follow me."I took Amanda to my bedroom and told her to kneel over the bed. Once she was settled, I unzipped her trousers and lowered them and her panties to her knees. Her bare buttocks looked attractive and kissable, but I did not yield. After all, they would soon get the kisses that they really wanted. As I got out the tawse and set it beside Amanda, I saw her bottom reflected in the dresser-table mirror in front of her. It showed an image from the full-length mirror on the wardrobe behind me. Ever keen on new tweaks, I adjusted the large table mirror so that both Amanda?s face and bum were in full view.?Well, this is a turnup for the book. Now, I get to see the fiery effects of the belt on my rear, and you get to watch how that pain translates to my face."I chuckled. ?Anything to make this a more interesting experience.?I did not linger. I picked up the heavy tawse and let fly. Expressions of shock and building pain spread across Amanda?s face once a burning stripe appeared on her buttocks and unleashed its unbearable heat and pain into her bum. Her reactions were the same for the next two hits, but then she became calmer as though accepting her fate. As subsequent strikes hit home, Amanda's bum tensed, and her pussy lips began to tremble, and she began gasping deeply. I saw from her expression that things were closing to a peak. As before, I gave her two hits in quick succession. The last landed across her perineum and set the avalanche in motion. Amanda bawled as her body spasmed, her pussy lips tremored, and love juices squirted out. It is hard to describe the expression on Amanda?s face. At first, her mouth and eyes were wide open with astonishment at the breath-taking eruption in her fanny. Then, the image steadily changed to one of contentment as the juices flowed. Finally, it turned to sheer delight as she was consumed by the sweet sensations surging through her. To my astonishment, her ecstatic display aroused me ? my twat began quivering, and my fuzz was soon coated with beads of peach juice.Amanda was still gasping with joy as I helped her up onto the bed.?Whew, it is hard to believe that you have surpassed yourself. Maybe watching the action in real-time made it even more exciting. You have set the bar high indeed. It will take something ultra-special to give me an earthquake climax like that again. I am going to need quite some time to calm down.??I am delighted to have given you precisely what you wanted. Take all the time you need to recover. I will be waiting for you.Approximately one hour went past before a still flushed Amanda came through to the lounge.