I wasn't particularly keen on the idea of going to a school disco party when Charlotte suggested it. All that dressing up as schoolgirls wasn't really my cup of tea. But reluctantly I gave in. Luckily I just about fitted into my old green blazer and skirt from the sixth form, although the skirt was a bit shorter on me and I struggled to do up the blazer over my ever-blossoming chest. But together with my old school tie, a white blouse and a pair of knee length white socks, I really looked the part. Even if I did feel uncomfortable about it.

Charlotte, of course, had really gone to town. More Britney Spears than my head girl look, it was just how we had been in school. Me as the class swot and she as the class rebel.

What's more it wasn't a bad do. Especially when I clocked my eyes on the host of the party, Tim. He was a tall muscular lad who was revelling in his role of headmaster, checking on all the girls to see if they were behaving themselves and swishing his long, thin cane threateningly if they said that they weren't.

"Isn't he lush?" Charlotte said with more than a glint in her eye.

It seemd I wasn't the only one after his affections.

Sure enough, all her flirtatious guns were blazing when Tim came to check on us.

"Hope you're not thinking of stepping out of line tonight," he joked.

"Oh no sir," smiled Charlotte as she thrusted her chest in front of him. "I'll be more than happy to obey your orders."

Tim licked his lips as Charlotte stroked his arm. The tease! Well, two could play at that game.

"With a bit of luck," I giggled, nudging Charlotte to one side, "I can do a little detention for you."

Tim looked equally delighted at this thought.

All night we vyed for his attention. The thing was, as the evening wore on, it was obvious our flirting was getting us nowhere. Tim just wasn't interested. In either of us. And there was no else in his league with whom we fancied sharing a slow dance snog. So we knocked back a few gin and tonics and enjoyed the cheesy 80s music instead.

Eventually, the dancefloor was reduced to a few sickening couples and Tim and some of his drunken mates. It was time for Charlotte and I to go home.

We went into the bedroom to collect our coats. But as I was sorting through the pile of jackets, there was a crash.

I'd knocked a plant pot on the bedside cabinet and it fell to the floor, cracking into two and spilling a pile of earth everywhere.

Charlotte and I looked at one another horrified but as we did our best to scrape the dirt up off the carpet and preceded to make even more of a mess, we couldn't help but break into fits of giggles.

"Perhaps we better just go," I suggested.

"Yeah," Charlotte replied. "Tim will never know it was us."

We burst out laughing once more.

But suddenly there was a loud slam.

We swung round and saw Tim standing at the door, with cane in one hand, looking furiously in the direction of the broken pot plant and then at us.

"Sorry, Tim," said Charlotte, still chuckling. "It was an accident."

"Yeah, sorry," I said. "We'll pay for any damage."

He swished his cane down quickly onto the bed, a mere couple of feet in front of us.

"Silence!" he yelled.

Through fuzzy heads we did as we were told. I wasn't quite sure what was happening but I found myself quite enjoying the slight stir in my stomach at being dominated by such a hunk.

"How dare you come into another person's room and destroy their property," he hissed.

"But Tim," Charlotte began.

"I said silence," Tim repeated.

And he swished his cane down again. This was getting a bit silly. Perhaps it was time to leave. Shaking myself out of the haze, I made for the door but before I knew it, Tim was blocking my path.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" he asked.

"I was going to go," I explained.

"Oh I see," Tim sighed. "So you're leaving your friend to face the music."

I looked over at Charlotte. She was standing obediently, head slightly bowed in shame. But there was a hint of a smile, as though willing me to walk out of the room and leave the two of them alone so she could take whatever it was Tim was about to deliver.

Well, I wasn't going to let her win the guy so easily.

"No," I said, "I'll stay."

"You'd better get back over there then," he said, indicating the vacant space by Charlotte with the tip of his cane.

So I walked back over to Charlotte. As I did so, she gave me a distinct scowl. Cheeky cow. I stuck my tongue out at her. Big mistake. I felt a slight tug on my ear. It was Tim and he was clearly trying to pull me back in line. It didn't hurt but I suddenly remembered the game I was meant to be playing.

"Ow," I said. "Stop it!"

"I can see I'm going to have trouble with you," he yelled as he put me back in my place. "Now do as you're told and stand still."

His authorative voice sent a shivery thrill up my spine. I'd always been the class swot at school but now I was quite enjoying being the opposite. Nevertheless, I decided to keep quiet as Tim began his lecture.

"What you have done here tonight is a disgrace," he said. "Breaking other people's property is the ultimate act of disrespect. And the fact you were trying to cover up your tracks and escape facing up to your own wrongdoing."

Charlotte sniffled. "We're really sorry, sir," she said.

"Quiet!" Tim said. "No amount of apology will get you out of the predicament the two of you now are in." He pointed the cane at us. "Put your hands on your head."

We did as we were told.

"You are both going to receive six of the best," he said.

My heart stepped up a beat. Six of the best? Up until now I hadn't thought he was actually going to use the cane on us. I thought he was just playing around. I turned to Charlotte and gave her a slight look of horror. I'd never been caned before. And I wasn't about to be caned now.

"I-I-I don't think I want to be caned," I said apprehensively.

"I'm afraid bad girls have to be caned," he explained. "Are you a good girl or a bad girl?"

I looked at Charlotte again. This was too much. It was absurd to let this guy we barely knew dish out a punishment we really didn't deserve. The two of us would just have to leave.

The thing was, Charlotte had a slight smile on her face again. She seemed to be relishing the thought of the caning Tim was about to mete out.

And Tim was gorgeous. I could feel myself becoming wet at the thought of placing myself in his control.

"I'm a bad girl," I said finally.

"You are," he said. And he smirked slightly as if pleased that I was being extra naughty. "Very bad."

He pointed his cane at Charlotte.

"You," he ordered. "Take three steps forward."

Charlotte obeyed.

"Now," Tim continued. "Bend over."

Slowly Charlotte leaned forward.

"Tighter, girl, tighter," Tim said. "Touch your toes."

Again Charlotte obeyed. As she did so, her short skirt hitched up even higher and I couldn't help but see her knickers stretched over the tip of the crack in her bottom. I wanted to look away but somehow I felt that Tim wanted to me to watch what lay in store for me. If only I hadn't been quite so bad, maybe I could have been spared such an agonising wait.

Tim began flexing the cane ready for the first stroke. Then he rested the thin stick on Charlotte's bottom. Seconds later he raised it into the air and brought it down quickly with a loud crack.

Charlotte yelled out and instinctively cupped her hands over the wound.

"Touch your toes," Tim hissed. "And no yelling out. If you do either again, I'll have to give you another six. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Charlotte whimpered.

She resumed the position.

The cane swished through the air down onto Charlotte's bottom a further four times. With each stroke she gasped, desperate not to cry out. I admired her restraint. Tim was very fierce with the cane and I didn't know how I was going avoid any extra strokes.

Then down came the sixth stroke with a much harder crack. It was more than Charlotte could take. With a yelp she leapt up and rubbed her bottom to try and ease the pain.

"Hands on head," Tim told her.

Reluctantly she did as she was told. But through her pained expression there was more than a glimmer of enjoyment.

"Now you have a choice," Tim said. "I can give you another six strokes like that."

Charlotte grimaced at the very thought.

"Or," Tim continued. "I can give you another two strokes - on your bare bottom."

Charlotte was too stunned to speak.

"What's it to be?" Tim asked after a few seconds.

Charlotte sighed. "Two strokes, sir," she said.

"Very well," Tim said. "Step forward."

Charlotte did just that.

"Now pull down your knickers," he said.

Charlotte bit her lip and slid her hands underneath her skirt. Slowly she pulled down her panties and let them drop to the floor.

"Very good," said Tim.

Charlotte bent over again. Then with great precision, Tim flicked up her skirt with his cane. Red marks littered her bottom. But my eyes couldn't help but be drawn to just below her arse crack where her lips were dangling, exposed as she stretched to make sure she was touching her toes properly, as if adding to her punishment. I should have looked away. But my own lips were throbbing. I wanted to touch them but I knew I might be caught and face even more of a caning than Charlotte was receiving. The very thought made me tingle. Perhaps I had drunk more than I thought.

Up went the cane once more and down with a swish. The crack it made on Charlotte's cheeks seemed to vibrate through my pussy. Slowly I slid my hand into my panties.

All too soon it was going to be my turn. And I was dripping.

"Stand up," Tim ordered Charlotte. Straight away she clutched her bottom with her hands. She looked well and truly punished.

"You may go," he added.

Charlotte's eyes widened in horror.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You may go," he repeated.

Charlotte was dismayed. He hadn't even insisted that she should be calling him sir. I couldn't resist a sly smile.

"Unless," he said, "you wish to be caned again."

Charlotte grimaced. Clearly she didn't wish to be caned again and my smile waned as I remembered I was probably about to be.

But the thing is, I had won. Tim had chosen me. And Charlotte knew it. Resigned to this fact, she picked up her coat and made her way to the door, still rubbing her bottom, allowing her skirt to flap up and expose her reddened cheeks in one last attempt to woo back Tim.

Except he was mine. Or rather I was his.

Without looking back, Charlotte closed the door behind her. Immediately Tim pointed the cane at me.

"Right, I think you should remove your knickers straight away, don't you young lady?" he said.

"Yes sir," I said and did as I was told.

Then I bent right over and made sure my now-sopping lips were there for sir to see.