Featuring Sam Johnson as the WPC

Master Kain as Mr Atienza the Headmaster

Mr Atienza, the strict Headmaster of Birch Bottom Lovitt School for Girls, stared at the impostor standing before his desk with cold fury.

“I’ve confirmed it,” he said. “You are not a police officer. You are just an ordinary woman who decided to impersonate a WPC so you could spank, strap, and cane the bare bottoms of schoolgirls. Now you will discover exactly what that feels like.”

WPC Johnson swallowed nervously.

“Bend over the desk,” Mr Atienza ordered.

The fake policewoman reluctantly bent forward over the heavy oak desk. Mr Atienza flipped up her police skirt and yanked her regulation knickers down to her knees, fully exposing her bare bottom.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

His large hand began spanking her ferociously. The loud, sharp cr*cks echoed around the study as he spanked her hard and fast. Johnson gasped and squirmed as her bottom rapidly turned from pale to bright pink, then to a deep, b*rning red.

“Ow! Sir! Please!” she cried.

“You enjoyed punishing those girls, didn’t you?” Mr Atienza said sternly, spanking even harder. “Now you can feel what they felt.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

He continued the merciless hand spanking for a long time, concentrating on her sit-spots and the undercurve of her bottom until her cheeks were a uniform, throbbing crimson.

After several minutes of relentless hand spanking, Mr Atienza picked up a thick, heavy leather strap.

CR*CK! CR*CK! CR*CK!

The strap landed with vicious power. Johnson yelped loudly as wide, b*rning red bands appeared across her already sore bottom.

“Ow! Sir! That’s too hard!”

“You impersonated a police officer,” CR*CK! “You humiliated innocent girls,” CR*CK! “Now you will pay the price.”

He delivered two dozen sringing strokes with the strap, making Johnson dance on her toes and cry out with every impact. Her bottom was now a deep, fiery red with overlapping strap marks.

Mr Atienza then reached for his senior rattan cane.

“You’re going to get thirty strokes of the cane,” he announced coldly. “And I intend to make every single one of them count. Count them out loud.”

Johnson whimpered but obeyed.

Thwack!

“One, Sir!”

Thwack! Thwack!

“Two! Three, Sir! Ahhh!”

The cane strokes were hard and precise. Johnson’s bottom bounced and quivered violently with each impact as thick red welts began to rise.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Four! Five! Six, Sir! Please, Sir, it hurts so much!”

Mr Atienza continued without mercy.

“You wanted to punish misbehaving girls,” Thwack! “Now you know exactly how it feels.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Ten! Eleven! Twelve, Sir! Ow! Ow! I’m sorry!”

By the fifteenth stroke, Johnson was panting heavily and struggling to stay in position. Her bottom was covered in vivid, raised welts.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Sixteen! Seventeen, Sir! Please, I’ve learned my lesson!”

“You haven’t learned nearly enough yet,” Mr Atienza replied, swinging the cane harder. “These last strokes will make sure you remember this for a very long time.”

He delivered the final fifteen strokes with full severity, aiming low on the undercurve and tops of her thighs.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“Twenty! Twenty-one! Twenty-two, Sir! Ahhhhh!”

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“Twenty-seven! Twenty-eight! Twenty-nine, Sir!”

THWACK!

“Thirty, Sir!” Johnson wailed, tears streaming down her face.

She remained bent over the desk, sobbing quietly, her bottom a severely swollen, deeply striped, and heavily bruised mess of red, purple, and dark welts.

Mr Atienza tapped the cane lightly against her ruined bottom one final time.

“Let this be a very painful and lasting lesson, Johnson. You are extremely lucky I don’t report you to the real police. Now get dressed and get out of my sight. And remember exactly how this feels the next time you think about impersonating an officer and punishing schoolgirls.”

WPC Johnson slowly pulled up her knickers and lowered her skirt, hissing and wincing with every movement. She left the Headmaster’s study walking very gingerly, her severely spanked, strapped, and caned bottom throbbing with intense heat and p*in.

Previously in the video "WPC Johnson's Lesson"

The Headmaster attempts to contact WPC Johnson by telephoning the police station, only to be told that there is no policewoman by that name. While he is still trying to make sense of the situation, the woman claiming to be WPC Johnson walks into his office. He informs her that the station has no record of her. He now realises the truth: she is an impostor impersonating a police officer. Poetic justice is assured.

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Previously in the video "Lucy's First Lesson"

Lucy and her friend Samantha were caught throwing st*nes at passing cars and were taken back to school by the fake WPC Johnson to face the Headmaster. Rather than arrest the girls, Johnson suggested that she should punish them herself with a hard spanking to save on paperwork. The Headmaster agreed. Lucy received a spanking over her bl*e serge school uniform knickers before, to her great surprise and embarrassment, they were pulled down by her tormentor. A hard bare-bottom spanking followed, along with a severe belting using an evil twin-t*iled leather tawse, leaving her bottom bright red and very sore.

Text by Mistress Eleise Courtney

Video Information

The video "WPC Johnson's Painful Lesson" (2002) is a short erotic corporal punishment film written, directed and produced by Cliff James.

Please note: This clip is from the Top Marks Video Archives. The quality is not up to the HD standard of videos produced today.

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