Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Sunday, 8 February 2009
English - Sarah and Mandy
A story I picked up on the ASS forum some years ago by Mandy.
I am an English 17 year old who is a sixth former in a mainly boy’s Public School (Private Education) in the South of England. I am 5’ 6" and quite slim, with shocking orange/red hair and lots of freckles. I also have a wicked sense of humour.
Last week, Sarah and I, and three boys, including Mark, my boyfriend, had a real ball visiting the local pub (contrary to school rules). We didn’t think we were seen by anyone at the school. But we were. A prefect blabbed to a master. The bastard came to tell us the following morning that he was going to. I begged him not to, but he wouldn’t listen, telling me I was sure to enjoy being punished.
We are in a strange position in the school. There are 600 boys, and only 15 girls in the two senior years. I have been there just over a year. The rules apply mainly to the boys; since girls have only been at the school for three years, there is more flexibility over how we are treated. When I told Mark about seeing the prefect, he told me he and his two friends would probably get beaten, but not to worry about them - it was quickly over, and Sarah and I would only get given extra work.
At my previous all girls school, I had once been beaten. It was during a gym lesson, and I had disobeyed some instruction and done something silly. The gym teacher called me over, a took a small leather strap off the wall. She told me to hold my left hand out, palm up, and turn my head the other way. Trembling a bit, I did as I was told. The wait was worse than the stroke when it came! It stung like hell, and I whipped my hand away. That was all - a few tears and my hot hand cooled between my thighs for ten minutes.
We girls had, of course, questioned the boys as to what it was like to be beaten. They were a bit secretive about it, but we knew that only the headmaster ever beat them, that it was rare, and that it was taken very seriously. If you were going to be beaten, you were first asked to open a Punishment Book and read out loud the latest entry, which would start with your name, your offence, the date, and the punishment you were to receive. You would then have to sign it. The head then told you to bend over his desk, and he then beat you with a thick strap, or rarely a cane. Although no one ever admitted it, it was clear it hurt a lot, and was to be avoided at all costs. But girls were never beaten.
We heard nothing for 24 hours. Then we were asked to go to see the headmaster after lunch. At that meeting, the usual futile expressions of disappointment, anger, pointless excuses ensued. Sarah and I had agreed beforehand to say little - the boys didn’t say much either. Eventually the head got to the point. He told us we would be punished that evening - the boys were to come to his study before Prep (7.30pm). We were to come at 9.30pm. After leaving his study, there was a scary debate - were Sarah and I going to get a beating - on our hands? On our bottoms? Sarah had never been beaten - she said she would prefer it on her hand, but I wasn’t so sure.
At 8.30pm, a very subdued Mark managed to catch me as I was leaving the library and going to our study in the girl’s house. He told me they had each had four strokes of the cane. But not to worry - they had all stayed in the room together, everyone had been very brave, and it hadn’t been too bad. They would be thinking of us at 9.30pm!!
I went back to the study and told Sarah the news. She went white as a sheet. Should we put on a second pair of panties? What happened if we didn’t have the guts to stay bending over, or even to bend over for the first stroke? Did the boys have to take their trousers down? Did they have to bare their bums? Surely not… but we didn’t know for sure, as I hadn’t asked Mark.
Eventually, 9.30pm came. We went to his study. Sarah knocked, and in we went. We stood before his desk. There was very little conversation. The head said: "Here is the punishment book. I want you, Sarah, to read out your line first, and then pass it to Mandy to read out hers". Sarah took the book, and opened it at the marked page. "Miss S. Miles, Breaking bounds at the White Hart, 7th September….". She faltered, and then read very quietly: "four strokes with the leather strap on the buttocks". "Thank you", said the head, "please sign it with the pen on the desk". Sarah handed it to me, without meeting my eyes. I read it out quickly, blurting out the bad news: "Miss A Peterson, Encouraging others to break bounds, and breaking bounds at the White Hart, 7th September, six strokes with the rattan cane on the buttocks". "Thank you, please sign". I did, very shakily.
"Is there anything you want to say, either of you, before you receive your beatings? No, fine, well I see no reason to delay any more. Sarah, since you are to have the less severe punishment, I would like you to go first so you can get it over with. Mandy, please step back and stand against the wall. You may watch Sarah’s beating, and think about the caning you are going to receive after Sarah."
"Sarah, please take off your blazer, and put it on the chair. I am going to get Miss Bearly to witness your punishment". He left the door open, so we didn’t say anything. Sarah still wouldn’t look at me. She took off her blazer, and stood in front of the desk. Miss Bearly came in with the head. "Miss Bearly, I am going to beat Sarah and Mandy. I have asked you in to ensure that everything happens in a proper fashion. Sarah, I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to take off your skirt, and to put it on the chair." She did this, and stood again in front of the desk. The head went to a cupboard and brought out a black strap, about 10 inches long. Sarah looked at it, and shuddered. "Sarah, please now step forward so that your legs are just touching the desk". He came round to stand beside her. "Sarah, you are now going to be beaten according the practices of this school. Please pull your pants down below your knees and lean right over the desk, putting your head onto your folded arms." Sarah pulled her white cotton school pants down, revealing the white part of her bum which hadn’t seen the sun during the summer. She lent forward as she was told to.
I realised that I was getting turned on by seeing Sarah’s bottom sticking up in the air, and the glimpse of her cunt between her legs. I wondered if she had ever been fucked…. Harsh reality asserted itself and my fantasy was smashed as the head brought the strap smartly down onto Sarah’s buttocks. There was an enormous thwack…. But no sound at all from Sarah. Her white bum was red, with a clear print of the 2 inch strap across it. She shifted her weight slightly from one leg to another. There was a pause. I was conscious that I was holding my breath - I bet she was. The head lifted the strap up high, and brought it down with real force. This one made a cracking sound, as though it had hit wood, not her flesh. Still no sound. Her head was buried in her arms. She didn’t move. Again the wait. I knew I was getting wet between the legs. Grief - they would see when it was my turn…. Crack - I didn’t even see that one coming. "Shit!" exploded from Sarah. She lifted her head, and her red face looked desperate - flushed with red eyes. I couldn’t see if she was crying. But the brave girl kept still. She put her head down. "Last one now," said the head, "you’ve done very well indeed". He lifted the strap up, and down it came, just below her bum cheeks. "Yeoww…." The flood gates burst! She whipped upright, put her hands on bum, and the tears flowed. "I’m sorr-or-or-eee!" she wailed.
The head told her she could get dressed. She pulled up her pants gingerly, and put on her skirt and blazer. My heart-beat shot up. It would be my turn soon. Any thoughts of pleasure at seeing Sarah getting it were banished completely. Sarah came over and stood beside me. She looked down, wouldn’t meet my gaze. Whether she was ashamed, or frightened for me, I couldn’t tell. She had stopped sobbing. I looked across to the head. "Ready for your turn, Mandy?". My legs quaked, and my mouth went dry. "Yes, sir," seemed the only response.
**** Sarah’s story ****
Having read Mandy’s version, I just had to tell this bit from how I saw it. It must have been worse for her in some ways than for me, I think. I remember feeling a bit dazed as he told me to take off my blazer, and I then relaxed a bit ‘cos I thought he would have told me to bare my bum if he was going to give it to me bare. But when he told me to take off my skirt, I sort of began to panic. I told myself I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I tried to think of anything, anything else. My mum once told me there are some things, like going to prison or corporal punishment, that you can only experience alone. I stood before the desk, with my shirt covering most (I hoped) of the ridiculous school reg. pants we had to wear, feeling very alone. Then I heard him moving behind me, and, thinking he might hit me on my bum while I was standing up, I made the stupid mistake of looking over my shoulder. He was holding this wicked black strap! I had thought it would be sort of like a short belt - but this was the real business. It was enormous, wide, with white stitching all round the edge. It looked ancient - one end was all shiny, where it had been used on other bums. I then really felt frightened. I tensed my ass, and waited for the blow. It was a real surprise when he spoke to me instead of hitting me!
I did as I was told, and moved forward so I could feel the wood of the desk against my legs. Then he told me to pull my pants down and bend over the desk! That was awful!! Just as I was sure I wasn’t going to have to bare my bum. It was with really shaking hands that I slipped my fingers into my pants and quickly pulled them down. I didn’t give a shit any longer - I wanted this over with. I no longer cared about my pride. Pants down to my ankles, shirt lifted up to my bra, so he couldn’t complain he didn’t have sight of the target, I bent over and realised that my cunt must be showing. I remember that the wood of the desk was cool on my tummy, and that my bum also felt cold. Dave, my boy-friend, had warned me to that if I was being thrashed, I had to breathe regularly and deeply, and to keep my bum really tight. I put my forehead on my folded arms, breathed deeply, shut my eyes, tensed my bum cheeks…. and waited.
Incidentally, Sarah, you nosy b., I have been fucked, and more than once. So mind your own sodding business.
The wait went on forever. Then there was this crack. I first thought he had hit a practice shot against the desk. But only for a moment. The pain stopped me breathing for a split second, and I nearly gasped aloud. But it wasn’t too bad. My bum felt hot. I knew I had been hit, but it was more like a kick or sitting down too hard on a wooden chair. I could handle this! He had hit one cheek much harder than the other, so I shifted myself more square to the table.
One gone…. I started to relax a bit. Just then there was another crack. O hell, o hell, o HELL that hurt! My breathing had gone to pot. I tried to bury my head further in my hands. My bum stung and felt on fire. Waves of hurt kept echoing from cheek to cheek. I thought I might be sick, or wee or something. Somehow, I just about started to breathe OK, and was just trying to pluck up the courage to tense my sore bum for the next one, when the strap hit again with tremendous force. My legs slammed into the sharp edge of the desk. I yelped (I don’t think I said "shit"!). I almost got up to try to escape. I just wanted to run away. Could I plead with him? I knew I had wet myself - I hoped no one had seen. I was convinced my bottom had somehow burst open and there must be blood everywhere. I half got up, but then realised it was futile. Only one to go. I put my head down. I couldn’t control my breath. I couldn’t tense my bottom. I had peed a little, and wanted to pee more. He told me "one more" - but I almost didn’t care. But the bugger then hit me on the top of my thighs. That stung so much more than on the bum. I did yell really then, and dissolved into tears. I was so ashamed, and scared of being hit more. I was so relieved when he told me I could get dressed.
I didn’t dare look at anyone, in case I got myself another few strokes. Mandy was having six, with the cane, for heaven’s sake. She was going to die! I knew she wasn’t very brave, despite being a bit of a tomboy.
I stood beside her against the study wall. I wanted to do something to reassure her…. But what could I do? My bum really stung, but at least I could control my sobbing. He called her over to join him at the desk. "Mandy, you have seen how I dealt with Sarah. Would you please arrange yourself in the same way over the desk." She took off her jacket and skirt as told, but slowly, and then turned to the head. "P-please can I keep my pants on, sir?." "Kick off your shoes, and take your pants off, putting them on the chair. Lift your shirt right up and bend over, quickly now"
She shook as she took them off, and bent low over the desk. She was taller than me, and her white bum stuck up in the air in sharp contrast to shock orange hair spilling over her freckled arms on the desk. I could see her cunt, which was glistening. Was she scared, turned on, or both?
The head went over to a cupboard and took out two long white straight canes. He took one, and swished it through the air, loud enough for us all to hear. Mandy jumped noticeably. "Now, Mandy. I am going to give a you a severe caning. You saw how Sarah took her punishment so well. I hope you are going to try to do the same. But first, a couple of things which we will do differently for you. The cane does hurt more than the strap, and in a different way. You will need to brace yourself to be able to stay still. Please put your feet about 18 inches apart." Mandy shifted her position. Now we could see her wet cunt and orange cunt hair clearly.
The head moved to the desk and picked up a piece of blue chalk. "I am going to draw three lines with chalk across your bottom. I shall aim for each in turn. I expect to give you two strokes on each line." He took the long piece of chalk, and drew three lines - the first three quarters of the way up her bum, the second across the middle, and the third just at the join between her bum and her legs. She kept very still as she submitted to this indignity.
"Mandy, you are going to receive six strokes. I have two canes. The first is thinner and stings more, That is for starters. I will give you three with that one. The second is a little thicker. It is designed to really hurt. Your last three will be with the thicker cane. I will give you a pause to compose yourself between the first and second three strokes. Do you want me to ask Sarah to come and hold your shoulders down on the desk, or do you think you can cope on your own?" A muffled "I’ll try, sir" came from Mandy.
"Fine. Then let’s start now. Your first stroke will be on the top line. Brace yourself. This will hurt." He stepped back putting the chalk and one of the canes on the desk. He took the other one, and lifted it up high. Wheee-akk!
"H-h-oooo" gasped Mandy. My sore bum was forgotten. I was gripped by the spectacle of Mandy getting the cane. It had cracked down just on that top line. The blue chalk dust had sprayed up as her ass seemed to be cut deeply by the cane. There was a deep red line, which rapidly spread to a pinker weal on either side. Mandy was breathing in a gasping manner. She slowly quietened down. But she stayed splay legged as she had been told.
"Beginning to regret being the ring leader?" said the head. "Here comes number two". Maa-rack! No sound from Mandy, but a second line was deeply laid across her bum.
"The boys and Sarah were half way through theirs by now" said the head. "Four more to go for you, and you haven’t felt the thicker cane yet. One more stinger now". Swee-e-blapp. "Yoo-oo-ooo!" shouted Mandy. Her shoulders shook, and she started really to sob. This stroke had come in low and sliced right across the tops of her thighs, leaving a deep red mark. Her bum was puffy around the top two strokes, but really looked an ugly red around the third. I wondered if he had cut her.
"Take your time. Half way there. I won’t hit you again until you tell me you are ready. Breathe deeply. You have done really well so far." She regained control, and silence fell. We waited and waited. Mandy’s bum got redder and redder. Eventually she said very quietly "Ready now, sir".
He took up the other cane. "Mandy, this cane was first used over 50 years ago. It hasn’t been used very often since. I don’t, however, think you will regard its use on you as an honour when you feel it. Brace yourself, girl. This is going to hurt like hell."
He lifted it up really high. Now we could see it was longer than the other. "Sweeesh-crack!". "Mother" yelled Mandy. She stood up, grabbed her bum and sort of danced around on the spot. Her eyes were wild, and her face so pale. She faced the head. "Oh, God, please no, not more. Haven’t I had enough? Please can I have the other cane? Oh, please, please…" The head looked at her. "Do you need Sarah to hold you down? If you get up again, I will give you extra strokes". Mandy wailed: "Please don’t make me bend over again, please…"
He turned to me. "Sarah, please come and stand the other side of the desk." I went across. He gently held Mandy’s shoulders, and turned the sobbing girl round. He pushed her over the desk. She didn’t resist. She put her head back on her arms. "Sarah, hold her under her arms, and pull her firmly towards you. I lent across the desk. Mandy was sweaty under the arms. When I pulled her towards me, she started sobbing again.
"Legs apart, Mandy. Two more; this one will be the middle stripe." I held tight. "Shoooo-blapp! "How-wow-wow-wow-wow". She tried to push up, but I pushed her down. My face was resting against her shoulder blade. "Hold on, Mand", I whispered.
"Mandy, the last one will be on the lower stripe. This will be the one you remember most". He stepped back, raised the cane high, and took two steps forward in a flowing motion as the cane lashed down - bang!. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" shouted Mandy. I stood up, and she put her hands back onto her bum. She rocked back and forth, gasping for air.
"All over. You can get dressed when you are ready". Mandy gingerly pulled her clothes on.
"Finished now. I hope I won’t see either of you again in here for punishment". We stumbled out of his office - and I took Mandy’s hand and we went back to the Boarding House.
**** Mandy’s story ****
My turn to tell the real truth! When he asked me if I was ready, I could hardly say no, could I? But I was wet between the legs, and so scared the head would see I had been dribbling there if I had to pull my pants down. In fact, that worried me more than the though of the pain to come. So I took off my blazer and skirt carefully, but left on my pants. I asked the head if I could keep them on. It seemed reasonable, given I was getting the cane and Sarah had only had the strap. But no such luck. I had to take my pants right off!! Then bending over. As I bent over, I felt my wet cunt rub against my leg. Surely everyone could see? I was scared, and very excited. I heard the head moving around. I expected the cane to hit any moment. Would I cope? Would I blub? Then there was a swish. But no pain. That scared me. I began to get very nervous. I felt my pulse pounding.
He told me I was going to be hurt - as if I needed reminding!! I had to spread my legs, so my tummy was on the desk. I could feel that Sarah’s squirming had made the desk damp! I knew my bum was really exposed now. Get on with it, man. The suspense was dreadful.
Then he told me he was going to draw a target on my bum! It was terrible. Every tiny inch of my bum was hoping he wasn’t going to draw his bloody target on it! I felt the chalk move roughly across the top of my bum. Not so bad. Then quite low down. Oh hell - not one on my legs? The third was really low, just on the soft curvy bit which Mark liked to cup in his hands when he was giving me a good seeing to while I was lying on my back with my legs really spread wide. I felt really randy and shit scared, all at once.
Then he lectured me about two canes. I didn’t really listen. He then asked if I needed Sarah’s help. Bugger that!. I still had my pride… then. The dreadful words "Brace yourself".
I heard it before it hit me. It was like someone pulling a sharp bramble with cruel spikes very quickly across the top of my buttocks, but the bramble was very long and they wouldn’t stop doing it. Then the hurt came, a hot surge shuddering from my bum all the way up into my throat. I felt cut deeply by the cane. I tried to breathe slowly, but as I did, the pain spread across my bum. I felt on fire. My cunt felt runny, and I wanted desperately to touch my bum.
He taunted me about being the ring leader. Bastard, but he was right. Which boy had told him? Trying to escape their caning? Fuck!!!! I hadn’t tensed my bum for that one. Not so bad…. Woooo, here comes the pain… breathe through it…. Bugger, tears now, stupid cow, you can cope better. God, it STINGS.
The sod told me four more to go. Did I need to be reminded? He told me one more stinger - then I would get the thicker cane - at least it won’t sting so much. Waiting, trying not to cry more. I hear the swish of his gown as he lifts his hand up. Don’t look, Mandy.
Hell! Worst so far. A real impact, as though I had been hit with a brick. Below my bum, lifted my whole bum up. Felt as though it almost cut under my bum. Am I bleeding? Real stinging spreading. But just the impact. No pain…. oh here it comes….can’t resist crying out… pain goes on forever….
Here the head saying half time. Bum on fire. Legs on fire. Really hot. Lots of pain. Can feel all three lines. Top one sore. Middle one stinging. Bottom one like an open wound, pounding. Try to control breath. He wanted me to tell him when I was ready for the second cane. It’s been bad enough with the first. Bottom getting less sore. Let’s get on with it: "Ready, sir". Some garbage about the history of the cane. Told me it was going to hurt like hell.
Then a pause. The waiting. I start to pee - just a dribble - get it under control. Very tense. Room silent. My bum burst!!! I didn’t hear any swish. Just yards and yards of pain as my bum exploded. He hit all across all my bum at once. I couldn’t stay still. I leapt up, grabbed my bum which was really hot, and danced from foot to foot as the pain coursed through me. There must have been a mistake. No one could expected to take that cane. I tried to tell the head he shouldn’t hit me with it again, but he was unrelenting. I begged not to have to bend over again. My bum hurt so much, stretching the skin would only make it hurt more….
He gently took my hands away from my bum, and pushed me back onto the desk. A dribble of pee was now going down the inside of my leg. I put my head down, and Sarah sort of half held and half cuddled me. She was cool. I started to sob properly. He made me spread my legs again. Thank goodness Mark couldn’t see me like this!
No delay - just as I had felt Sarah hold me tight, the enormous bang again. Bright red lights. Bottom cut definitely in half. Waves of hurting cutting sawing pain. Not so bad as the last one, though. And lovely Sarah told me to hang in there.
Only one more. It was so much easier being held down. You didn’t have to do anything - just endure the pain. I heard him step back. I then heard a long swish followed by an instant explosion which smashed all across my buttocks but then seemed to charge right up my bum. Pain rushed from the top of my legs to my bum to my back to my head. I knew he had cut me. Sarah let me go. I held my bottom, and waves of pain and heat and stinging rushed rocked around me as I swore out loud again and again.
But it was over. And I wasn’t bleeding after all!
And I had three pairs of red stripes set into a dark red bum to show the boys when they showed me their two pairs. And Sarah only had a very red bum!
The End
I am an English 17 year old who is a sixth former in a mainly boy’s Public School (Private Education) in the South of England. I am 5’ 6" and quite slim, with shocking orange/red hair and lots of freckles. I also have a wicked sense of humour.
Last week, Sarah and I, and three boys, including Mark, my boyfriend, had a real ball visiting the local pub (contrary to school rules). We didn’t think we were seen by anyone at the school. But we were. A prefect blabbed to a master. The bastard came to tell us the following morning that he was going to. I begged him not to, but he wouldn’t listen, telling me I was sure to enjoy being punished.
We are in a strange position in the school. There are 600 boys, and only 15 girls in the two senior years. I have been there just over a year. The rules apply mainly to the boys; since girls have only been at the school for three years, there is more flexibility over how we are treated. When I told Mark about seeing the prefect, he told me he and his two friends would probably get beaten, but not to worry about them - it was quickly over, and Sarah and I would only get given extra work.
At my previous all girls school, I had once been beaten. It was during a gym lesson, and I had disobeyed some instruction and done something silly. The gym teacher called me over, a took a small leather strap off the wall. She told me to hold my left hand out, palm up, and turn my head the other way. Trembling a bit, I did as I was told. The wait was worse than the stroke when it came! It stung like hell, and I whipped my hand away. That was all - a few tears and my hot hand cooled between my thighs for ten minutes.
We girls had, of course, questioned the boys as to what it was like to be beaten. They were a bit secretive about it, but we knew that only the headmaster ever beat them, that it was rare, and that it was taken very seriously. If you were going to be beaten, you were first asked to open a Punishment Book and read out loud the latest entry, which would start with your name, your offence, the date, and the punishment you were to receive. You would then have to sign it. The head then told you to bend over his desk, and he then beat you with a thick strap, or rarely a cane. Although no one ever admitted it, it was clear it hurt a lot, and was to be avoided at all costs. But girls were never beaten.
We heard nothing for 24 hours. Then we were asked to go to see the headmaster after lunch. At that meeting, the usual futile expressions of disappointment, anger, pointless excuses ensued. Sarah and I had agreed beforehand to say little - the boys didn’t say much either. Eventually the head got to the point. He told us we would be punished that evening - the boys were to come to his study before Prep (7.30pm). We were to come at 9.30pm. After leaving his study, there was a scary debate - were Sarah and I going to get a beating - on our hands? On our bottoms? Sarah had never been beaten - she said she would prefer it on her hand, but I wasn’t so sure.
At 8.30pm, a very subdued Mark managed to catch me as I was leaving the library and going to our study in the girl’s house. He told me they had each had four strokes of the cane. But not to worry - they had all stayed in the room together, everyone had been very brave, and it hadn’t been too bad. They would be thinking of us at 9.30pm!!
I went back to the study and told Sarah the news. She went white as a sheet. Should we put on a second pair of panties? What happened if we didn’t have the guts to stay bending over, or even to bend over for the first stroke? Did the boys have to take their trousers down? Did they have to bare their bums? Surely not… but we didn’t know for sure, as I hadn’t asked Mark.
Eventually, 9.30pm came. We went to his study. Sarah knocked, and in we went. We stood before his desk. There was very little conversation. The head said: "Here is the punishment book. I want you, Sarah, to read out your line first, and then pass it to Mandy to read out hers". Sarah took the book, and opened it at the marked page. "Miss S. Miles, Breaking bounds at the White Hart, 7th September….". She faltered, and then read very quietly: "four strokes with the leather strap on the buttocks". "Thank you", said the head, "please sign it with the pen on the desk". Sarah handed it to me, without meeting my eyes. I read it out quickly, blurting out the bad news: "Miss A Peterson, Encouraging others to break bounds, and breaking bounds at the White Hart, 7th September, six strokes with the rattan cane on the buttocks". "Thank you, please sign". I did, very shakily.
"Is there anything you want to say, either of you, before you receive your beatings? No, fine, well I see no reason to delay any more. Sarah, since you are to have the less severe punishment, I would like you to go first so you can get it over with. Mandy, please step back and stand against the wall. You may watch Sarah’s beating, and think about the caning you are going to receive after Sarah."
"Sarah, please take off your blazer, and put it on the chair. I am going to get Miss Bearly to witness your punishment". He left the door open, so we didn’t say anything. Sarah still wouldn’t look at me. She took off her blazer, and stood in front of the desk. Miss Bearly came in with the head. "Miss Bearly, I am going to beat Sarah and Mandy. I have asked you in to ensure that everything happens in a proper fashion. Sarah, I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to take off your skirt, and to put it on the chair." She did this, and stood again in front of the desk. The head went to a cupboard and brought out a black strap, about 10 inches long. Sarah looked at it, and shuddered. "Sarah, please now step forward so that your legs are just touching the desk". He came round to stand beside her. "Sarah, you are now going to be beaten according the practices of this school. Please pull your pants down below your knees and lean right over the desk, putting your head onto your folded arms." Sarah pulled her white cotton school pants down, revealing the white part of her bum which hadn’t seen the sun during the summer. She lent forward as she was told to.
I realised that I was getting turned on by seeing Sarah’s bottom sticking up in the air, and the glimpse of her cunt between her legs. I wondered if she had ever been fucked…. Harsh reality asserted itself and my fantasy was smashed as the head brought the strap smartly down onto Sarah’s buttocks. There was an enormous thwack…. But no sound at all from Sarah. Her white bum was red, with a clear print of the 2 inch strap across it. She shifted her weight slightly from one leg to another. There was a pause. I was conscious that I was holding my breath - I bet she was. The head lifted the strap up high, and brought it down with real force. This one made a cracking sound, as though it had hit wood, not her flesh. Still no sound. Her head was buried in her arms. She didn’t move. Again the wait. I knew I was getting wet between the legs. Grief - they would see when it was my turn…. Crack - I didn’t even see that one coming. "Shit!" exploded from Sarah. She lifted her head, and her red face looked desperate - flushed with red eyes. I couldn’t see if she was crying. But the brave girl kept still. She put her head down. "Last one now," said the head, "you’ve done very well indeed". He lifted the strap up, and down it came, just below her bum cheeks. "Yeoww…." The flood gates burst! She whipped upright, put her hands on bum, and the tears flowed. "I’m sorr-or-or-eee!" she wailed.
The head told her she could get dressed. She pulled up her pants gingerly, and put on her skirt and blazer. My heart-beat shot up. It would be my turn soon. Any thoughts of pleasure at seeing Sarah getting it were banished completely. Sarah came over and stood beside me. She looked down, wouldn’t meet my gaze. Whether she was ashamed, or frightened for me, I couldn’t tell. She had stopped sobbing. I looked across to the head. "Ready for your turn, Mandy?". My legs quaked, and my mouth went dry. "Yes, sir," seemed the only response.
**** Sarah’s story ****
Having read Mandy’s version, I just had to tell this bit from how I saw it. It must have been worse for her in some ways than for me, I think. I remember feeling a bit dazed as he told me to take off my blazer, and I then relaxed a bit ‘cos I thought he would have told me to bare my bum if he was going to give it to me bare. But when he told me to take off my skirt, I sort of began to panic. I told myself I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I tried to think of anything, anything else. My mum once told me there are some things, like going to prison or corporal punishment, that you can only experience alone. I stood before the desk, with my shirt covering most (I hoped) of the ridiculous school reg. pants we had to wear, feeling very alone. Then I heard him moving behind me, and, thinking he might hit me on my bum while I was standing up, I made the stupid mistake of looking over my shoulder. He was holding this wicked black strap! I had thought it would be sort of like a short belt - but this was the real business. It was enormous, wide, with white stitching all round the edge. It looked ancient - one end was all shiny, where it had been used on other bums. I then really felt frightened. I tensed my ass, and waited for the blow. It was a real surprise when he spoke to me instead of hitting me!
I did as I was told, and moved forward so I could feel the wood of the desk against my legs. Then he told me to pull my pants down and bend over the desk! That was awful!! Just as I was sure I wasn’t going to have to bare my bum. It was with really shaking hands that I slipped my fingers into my pants and quickly pulled them down. I didn’t give a shit any longer - I wanted this over with. I no longer cared about my pride. Pants down to my ankles, shirt lifted up to my bra, so he couldn’t complain he didn’t have sight of the target, I bent over and realised that my cunt must be showing. I remember that the wood of the desk was cool on my tummy, and that my bum also felt cold. Dave, my boy-friend, had warned me to that if I was being thrashed, I had to breathe regularly and deeply, and to keep my bum really tight. I put my forehead on my folded arms, breathed deeply, shut my eyes, tensed my bum cheeks…. and waited.
Incidentally, Sarah, you nosy b., I have been fucked, and more than once. So mind your own sodding business.
The wait went on forever. Then there was this crack. I first thought he had hit a practice shot against the desk. But only for a moment. The pain stopped me breathing for a split second, and I nearly gasped aloud. But it wasn’t too bad. My bum felt hot. I knew I had been hit, but it was more like a kick or sitting down too hard on a wooden chair. I could handle this! He had hit one cheek much harder than the other, so I shifted myself more square to the table.
One gone…. I started to relax a bit. Just then there was another crack. O hell, o hell, o HELL that hurt! My breathing had gone to pot. I tried to bury my head further in my hands. My bum stung and felt on fire. Waves of hurt kept echoing from cheek to cheek. I thought I might be sick, or wee or something. Somehow, I just about started to breathe OK, and was just trying to pluck up the courage to tense my sore bum for the next one, when the strap hit again with tremendous force. My legs slammed into the sharp edge of the desk. I yelped (I don’t think I said "shit"!). I almost got up to try to escape. I just wanted to run away. Could I plead with him? I knew I had wet myself - I hoped no one had seen. I was convinced my bottom had somehow burst open and there must be blood everywhere. I half got up, but then realised it was futile. Only one to go. I put my head down. I couldn’t control my breath. I couldn’t tense my bottom. I had peed a little, and wanted to pee more. He told me "one more" - but I almost didn’t care. But the bugger then hit me on the top of my thighs. That stung so much more than on the bum. I did yell really then, and dissolved into tears. I was so ashamed, and scared of being hit more. I was so relieved when he told me I could get dressed.
I didn’t dare look at anyone, in case I got myself another few strokes. Mandy was having six, with the cane, for heaven’s sake. She was going to die! I knew she wasn’t very brave, despite being a bit of a tomboy.
I stood beside her against the study wall. I wanted to do something to reassure her…. But what could I do? My bum really stung, but at least I could control my sobbing. He called her over to join him at the desk. "Mandy, you have seen how I dealt with Sarah. Would you please arrange yourself in the same way over the desk." She took off her jacket and skirt as told, but slowly, and then turned to the head. "P-please can I keep my pants on, sir?." "Kick off your shoes, and take your pants off, putting them on the chair. Lift your shirt right up and bend over, quickly now"
She shook as she took them off, and bent low over the desk. She was taller than me, and her white bum stuck up in the air in sharp contrast to shock orange hair spilling over her freckled arms on the desk. I could see her cunt, which was glistening. Was she scared, turned on, or both?
The head went over to a cupboard and took out two long white straight canes. He took one, and swished it through the air, loud enough for us all to hear. Mandy jumped noticeably. "Now, Mandy. I am going to give a you a severe caning. You saw how Sarah took her punishment so well. I hope you are going to try to do the same. But first, a couple of things which we will do differently for you. The cane does hurt more than the strap, and in a different way. You will need to brace yourself to be able to stay still. Please put your feet about 18 inches apart." Mandy shifted her position. Now we could see her wet cunt and orange cunt hair clearly.
The head moved to the desk and picked up a piece of blue chalk. "I am going to draw three lines with chalk across your bottom. I shall aim for each in turn. I expect to give you two strokes on each line." He took the long piece of chalk, and drew three lines - the first three quarters of the way up her bum, the second across the middle, and the third just at the join between her bum and her legs. She kept very still as she submitted to this indignity.
"Mandy, you are going to receive six strokes. I have two canes. The first is thinner and stings more, That is for starters. I will give you three with that one. The second is a little thicker. It is designed to really hurt. Your last three will be with the thicker cane. I will give you a pause to compose yourself between the first and second three strokes. Do you want me to ask Sarah to come and hold your shoulders down on the desk, or do you think you can cope on your own?" A muffled "I’ll try, sir" came from Mandy.
"Fine. Then let’s start now. Your first stroke will be on the top line. Brace yourself. This will hurt." He stepped back putting the chalk and one of the canes on the desk. He took the other one, and lifted it up high. Wheee-akk!
"H-h-oooo" gasped Mandy. My sore bum was forgotten. I was gripped by the spectacle of Mandy getting the cane. It had cracked down just on that top line. The blue chalk dust had sprayed up as her ass seemed to be cut deeply by the cane. There was a deep red line, which rapidly spread to a pinker weal on either side. Mandy was breathing in a gasping manner. She slowly quietened down. But she stayed splay legged as she had been told.
"Beginning to regret being the ring leader?" said the head. "Here comes number two". Maa-rack! No sound from Mandy, but a second line was deeply laid across her bum.
"The boys and Sarah were half way through theirs by now" said the head. "Four more to go for you, and you haven’t felt the thicker cane yet. One more stinger now". Swee-e-blapp. "Yoo-oo-ooo!" shouted Mandy. Her shoulders shook, and she started really to sob. This stroke had come in low and sliced right across the tops of her thighs, leaving a deep red mark. Her bum was puffy around the top two strokes, but really looked an ugly red around the third. I wondered if he had cut her.
"Take your time. Half way there. I won’t hit you again until you tell me you are ready. Breathe deeply. You have done really well so far." She regained control, and silence fell. We waited and waited. Mandy’s bum got redder and redder. Eventually she said very quietly "Ready now, sir".
He took up the other cane. "Mandy, this cane was first used over 50 years ago. It hasn’t been used very often since. I don’t, however, think you will regard its use on you as an honour when you feel it. Brace yourself, girl. This is going to hurt like hell."
He lifted it up really high. Now we could see it was longer than the other. "Sweeesh-crack!". "Mother" yelled Mandy. She stood up, grabbed her bum and sort of danced around on the spot. Her eyes were wild, and her face so pale. She faced the head. "Oh, God, please no, not more. Haven’t I had enough? Please can I have the other cane? Oh, please, please…" The head looked at her. "Do you need Sarah to hold you down? If you get up again, I will give you extra strokes". Mandy wailed: "Please don’t make me bend over again, please…"
He turned to me. "Sarah, please come and stand the other side of the desk." I went across. He gently held Mandy’s shoulders, and turned the sobbing girl round. He pushed her over the desk. She didn’t resist. She put her head back on her arms. "Sarah, hold her under her arms, and pull her firmly towards you. I lent across the desk. Mandy was sweaty under the arms. When I pulled her towards me, she started sobbing again.
"Legs apart, Mandy. Two more; this one will be the middle stripe." I held tight. "Shoooo-blapp! "How-wow-wow-wow-wow". She tried to push up, but I pushed her down. My face was resting against her shoulder blade. "Hold on, Mand", I whispered.
"Mandy, the last one will be on the lower stripe. This will be the one you remember most". He stepped back, raised the cane high, and took two steps forward in a flowing motion as the cane lashed down - bang!. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" shouted Mandy. I stood up, and she put her hands back onto her bum. She rocked back and forth, gasping for air.
"All over. You can get dressed when you are ready". Mandy gingerly pulled her clothes on.
"Finished now. I hope I won’t see either of you again in here for punishment". We stumbled out of his office - and I took Mandy’s hand and we went back to the Boarding House.
**** Mandy’s story ****
My turn to tell the real truth! When he asked me if I was ready, I could hardly say no, could I? But I was wet between the legs, and so scared the head would see I had been dribbling there if I had to pull my pants down. In fact, that worried me more than the though of the pain to come. So I took off my blazer and skirt carefully, but left on my pants. I asked the head if I could keep them on. It seemed reasonable, given I was getting the cane and Sarah had only had the strap. But no such luck. I had to take my pants right off!! Then bending over. As I bent over, I felt my wet cunt rub against my leg. Surely everyone could see? I was scared, and very excited. I heard the head moving around. I expected the cane to hit any moment. Would I cope? Would I blub? Then there was a swish. But no pain. That scared me. I began to get very nervous. I felt my pulse pounding.
He told me I was going to be hurt - as if I needed reminding!! I had to spread my legs, so my tummy was on the desk. I could feel that Sarah’s squirming had made the desk damp! I knew my bum was really exposed now. Get on with it, man. The suspense was dreadful.
Then he told me he was going to draw a target on my bum! It was terrible. Every tiny inch of my bum was hoping he wasn’t going to draw his bloody target on it! I felt the chalk move roughly across the top of my bum. Not so bad. Then quite low down. Oh hell - not one on my legs? The third was really low, just on the soft curvy bit which Mark liked to cup in his hands when he was giving me a good seeing to while I was lying on my back with my legs really spread wide. I felt really randy and shit scared, all at once.
Then he lectured me about two canes. I didn’t really listen. He then asked if I needed Sarah’s help. Bugger that!. I still had my pride… then. The dreadful words "Brace yourself".
I heard it before it hit me. It was like someone pulling a sharp bramble with cruel spikes very quickly across the top of my buttocks, but the bramble was very long and they wouldn’t stop doing it. Then the hurt came, a hot surge shuddering from my bum all the way up into my throat. I felt cut deeply by the cane. I tried to breathe slowly, but as I did, the pain spread across my bum. I felt on fire. My cunt felt runny, and I wanted desperately to touch my bum.
He taunted me about being the ring leader. Bastard, but he was right. Which boy had told him? Trying to escape their caning? Fuck!!!! I hadn’t tensed my bum for that one. Not so bad…. Woooo, here comes the pain… breathe through it…. Bugger, tears now, stupid cow, you can cope better. God, it STINGS.
The sod told me four more to go. Did I need to be reminded? He told me one more stinger - then I would get the thicker cane - at least it won’t sting so much. Waiting, trying not to cry more. I hear the swish of his gown as he lifts his hand up. Don’t look, Mandy.
Hell! Worst so far. A real impact, as though I had been hit with a brick. Below my bum, lifted my whole bum up. Felt as though it almost cut under my bum. Am I bleeding? Real stinging spreading. But just the impact. No pain…. oh here it comes….can’t resist crying out… pain goes on forever….
Here the head saying half time. Bum on fire. Legs on fire. Really hot. Lots of pain. Can feel all three lines. Top one sore. Middle one stinging. Bottom one like an open wound, pounding. Try to control breath. He wanted me to tell him when I was ready for the second cane. It’s been bad enough with the first. Bottom getting less sore. Let’s get on with it: "Ready, sir". Some garbage about the history of the cane. Told me it was going to hurt like hell.
Then a pause. The waiting. I start to pee - just a dribble - get it under control. Very tense. Room silent. My bum burst!!! I didn’t hear any swish. Just yards and yards of pain as my bum exploded. He hit all across all my bum at once. I couldn’t stay still. I leapt up, grabbed my bum which was really hot, and danced from foot to foot as the pain coursed through me. There must have been a mistake. No one could expected to take that cane. I tried to tell the head he shouldn’t hit me with it again, but he was unrelenting. I begged not to have to bend over again. My bum hurt so much, stretching the skin would only make it hurt more….
He gently took my hands away from my bum, and pushed me back onto the desk. A dribble of pee was now going down the inside of my leg. I put my head down, and Sarah sort of half held and half cuddled me. She was cool. I started to sob properly. He made me spread my legs again. Thank goodness Mark couldn’t see me like this!
No delay - just as I had felt Sarah hold me tight, the enormous bang again. Bright red lights. Bottom cut definitely in half. Waves of hurting cutting sawing pain. Not so bad as the last one, though. And lovely Sarah told me to hang in there.
Only one more. It was so much easier being held down. You didn’t have to do anything - just endure the pain. I heard him step back. I then heard a long swish followed by an instant explosion which smashed all across my buttocks but then seemed to charge right up my bum. Pain rushed from the top of my legs to my bum to my back to my head. I knew he had cut me. Sarah let me go. I held my bottom, and waves of pain and heat and stinging rushed rocked around me as I swore out loud again and again.
But it was over. And I wasn’t bleeding after all!
And I had three pairs of red stripes set into a dark red bum to show the boys when they showed me their two pairs. And Sarah only had a very red bum!
The End
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