Hard Discipline

By Ron Dawes

As the only male faculty member of an all-girl finishing school in Victorian Era England, the responsibility of maintaining discipline falls on his shoulders, and his alone. He takes his responsibility seriously. He's firm, to be sure, but he's fair.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ron Dawes
• Release date: Aug 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370392438

Ron Dawes

Writing these stories provides me an outlet to express my innermost fantasies. I love hearing from readers who have been moved by my stories. Feel free to drop me a note anytime. Many of my stories are based on my fantasies. Some of the stories are based on the fantasies of others that have contacted me. But all of them are fantasies. We have no control over our fantasies, and many of them will always be just that; fantasies, not real. I don't necessarily condone the behavior of my characters; some of them are a bit lecherous, I'm afraid. Some are rowdy. And some might just be a little nasty. But it takes all kinds. I believe that men, deep down, have a strong need to worship and adore their lover. I believe that women, deep down, have a strong need to be worshiped and adored by their lover. Most of my stories reflect those beliefs.

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Hard Discipline

By Ron Dawes

Text copyright 2016

All characters are fictional, and where involved in adult situations are over the age of 18.

A knock at the door interrupted Mr. Cunningham’s lesson in language arts. Today he was working with a group of young ladies on their mastery of the French language.

Come, he said.

Miss Swann entered the room. She was the one of the younger prefects at Mrs. Cooper’s Finishing School for young ladies.

Yes?

The shy, young girl was unable to meet his gaze.

Mrs. Cooper…, she began.

Yes, what about Mrs. Cooper? he said, a bit resentful for the interruption.

She wants to see you, she finally was able to get out, her face reddening. Right away. A matter of importance, she said.

He looked at his watch. There were twenty minutes left in his class. By the time he went to her office, talked to her, and came back, there was unlikely to be enough time left to make any more inroads into the nuances of the French language today.

Sighing, he said to the girl, Very well, thank you, Miss Swann. I’ll be right there.

The girl almost tripped in her haste to exit the awesome presence of Mr. Cunningham, who was the only male teacher at the school. It was an open secret that virtually every student in the school, and even a few of the teachers had a crush on Mr. Cunningham, who was tall and handsome. At thirty two, he seemed impossibly unattainable to the young ladies, but they had their secret dreams.

Mrs. Cooper had felt it important to have one male on staff, partially for protection. He had served two tours of duty in the King’s Army, one in India and one in South Africa, and he still had his service revolver. The logistics of maintaining decorum in the all-girl school with a male on staff were tricky, but when he was offered the job, he didn’t question it. He had previously been serving as the Latin professor at Fenwall, an all-boys boarding school, and hated it. He hated his quarters, his employer, and he didn’t much care for working with twelve year old boys who saw no need to learn an archaic language.

Boarding schools had come in vogue in pre-war England, as parents felt it necessary to prepare their children to advance. Many schools had sprung up, to serve different classes. Fenwall attracted a lesser clientele, as it was less expensive than most. The food was bad and the conditions meager, at best, and horrible, at worst.

Here at Cooper’s, the students were older, and there were far fewer discipline problems. The facilities were far nicer, especially for the only man on staff, since he had a private office, bedroom and bathroom. The girls came to Cooper’s after their formal education was done, when they were sixteen or seventeen, and stayed two years. At the end of those two years, they would be prepared to run an English home for an English gentleman. They would be trained in music, language arts, art, homemaking and other essential skills needed for married life.

You asked for me, Mrs. Cooper? he said, as he peered into her office.

Yes, she said, a scowl on her face.

Something was amiss, when she looked like that.

I’m afraid we have an unpleasant situation, she went on. I’ve caught Miss Fenton in violation of our ban on smoking, for the second time. We have to drive home the message to her, and we have to set an example for the other children.

Mr. Cunningham’s face betrayed his feelings. He detested having to administer corporal punishment, but Mrs. Cooper insisted on it. One of the reasons she wanted a man on staff was that she felt the fear of being disciplined by a man would be a powerful deterrent. The truth was that he was probably softer on the girls than some of the starchy old prigs would have done, but he could say nothing.

What did you have in mind? he asked.

He knew full well what she had in mind, but he hoped he was wrong.

She needs to be paddled, in front of the entire school, she said.

Sighing, he said, When?

Now. The school day is almost over, so there will be minimal disruption to classes if we do it now. I’ll send the prefects to gather everybody into the assembly room. Let’s say twenty minutes from now?

Yes, Mrs. Cooper, he sighed.

Everybody called her Mrs. Cooper, though there was no knowledge of there ever being a Mr. Cooper. It’s possible she may have been widowed, but nobody ever asked.

He went outside, strolling the grounds,