Caned in Front of the School

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Miss, yes, I know.” I knew from own experience how docile one became after a crisp spanking. To witness it in Jenny Woods was almost priceless.

I expect you to stay in position throughout your punishment, until I tell you that you can stand up. Woods, you are 15 years old. Still, you behave like an insolent and cheeky child. And I have decided that I should punish you as such.” The third stroke landed lower than the first two had, whether intentionally or caused by my involuntary wrigglings across the desk. It whipped down across the very tops of my thighs and stung like bloody hell - even worse than those first two strokes. I screamed at the top of my voice and writhed over the desk in agony. Somehow I managed to stay down and to channel all of my efforts into holding on. But I was sobbing as I awaited the fourth and final stroke. Observing her from afar, her beauty and understated power, the calm authority that Miss Sternwood exuded so effortlessly, had frequently given him butterflies in his tummy. But here and now, in such close proximity, the scent of her hair, a delicate hint of her perfume as she moved, and an inexplicable intimacy of seeing her casual handling of the terrible cane, suddenly provoked a discernable twitch below his waistline. He shifted awkwardly, self-consciously adjusting his blazer and opening his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words. Yes Miss," he replied breathlessly, taking the same small footsteps and only moving his hands once he was up against the edge of the desk and beginning to bend forward. Despite facing away from her, he could feel her eyes appraising his young, naked body, and sensed the frisson of a forbidden, shameful thrill, blending inextricably with what was rapidly becoming a very real anxiety.Not a Rat: When Brenda refuses to tattle on her friends she is secured to a vaulting horse for sixteen strokes of the cane, delivered with considerable vigour by the ballet teacher, Madame Boulais. You were sent out of the classroom three times last week, Marling. I am going to give you one stroke of the cane for each time and one extra one, for putting me to this trouble. How many strokes is that?"

I suggest you stand up straight, and if you can't keep your hands from pulling at your shirt tails, you'd better take it off altogether." It's going to be six for you Thomas, this time. Make no mistake, even for a senior, six strokes of the cane will be a very salutary lesson and, you can take it from me, it's going to be a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry." After another long silence, shifting awkwardly under her gaze, he finally slipped the thumbs of each hand into the elastic waistband of his boxer shorts and began to slowly ease them down. In a manoeuvre that might have appeared feintly comical in different circumstances, he inched the waistband lower, exposing just the first few dark strands of hair at the upper edge of his pubes.At first, she tried to take her caning bravely. But after the second stroke she began sobbing. Then, her legs started coming up after each stroke. I told her to stop fidgeting, but after the 6th stroke, she jumped up and rubbed her bottom. No, Williams. I want you to serve as an example for the others. It seems to me that you wanted others to take a look at your posterior, so we will let them, don’t you agree?” The sports field she overlooked was almost deserted, just a couple of late stragglers taking a shortcut from Mainschool towards the school driveway. To her left a tall beech tree partly obstructed one corner of her window and in that shaded area of glass she saw a ghostlike reflection of her room.

He took his place on the wall. What left only one more thing for me to do: disciplining Jenny Woods.

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crimes or offences. Authorities claim the right of practising CP, and belonging to these authorities are judges, policemen, Suki Watanabe was just passing by. “She is still sore, sleeping on her belly each night. But yes, I saw her shortening her skirt up this morning. Hell, you should see her poor bum, I’ve never had it that worse…” So, you will receive a full dozen strokes of the junior cane. But you will not receive them right now.” I was sniffing away tears as I reluctantly lowered my short grey trousers and placed them on the chair. My little bottom felt so vulnerable.

Well, they will let you. I will give you a letter telling them so. And if they won’t, come to me at any time.” He took his caning well. I laid the strokes on with force, but he held tight to the desk, gasping at each impact, finally quite audibly for the last few strokes. He would be well-marked for the next days, and especially the two cuts I laid across his upper thighs would remind him of his crime every time he sat down.Wills, Lafleur, Goodwyn. I want you to witness what happens to those who don’t learn from their first visit here. Turn around and watch closely.” Next one’ was Florence Lafleur. Ten years old, sent for repeated tardiness. As she entered, she already looked terrified. I could see it was not only her first time here, in her four years at the institute, she had never been punished. Of course, she feared what lay ahead. many of us would certainly agree and understand if some authorities would take action as not to let them exceed limits. Papa.—What a sight. The rod has made her bottom blush finely. It's best to make her feel sore a few days, or she will soon forget it, and relapse into her old ways."