By Kenny Walters
Harriet obeyed the headmaster’s instruction without hesitation. Firstly, she was expecting it and anyway at least it meant she could get on with accepting the painful ordeal and get it over with.
The desk felt especially cold against the part of her tummy not covered by her knickers, and uncomfortably cool even where the thin material did offer some defence. Everyone remained silent while she fidgeted around making sure she was secure and as comfortable as she was ever likely to be in this situation, and also to ensure her bottom was well presented to give an easy target to the application of the cane.
Harriet knew from listening to others relating their experiences that it would be far more painful if the cane struck her at the tops of her thighs rather than fair and square on her bottom. Finally, Harriet lay still and a strange atmosphere of expectation suddenly filled the room. She waited, and waited. “Oooowww!!” Harriet jerked violently as the cane whipped across the seat of her pants and a scorching pain spread across the entire centre of her backside.
The intense smarting caught her by surprise. She knew it would sting and smart, but the concentration was still far more than she had anticipated. She struggled mentally to resist throwing her hands back to massage her sore bottom and to lay still and allow it all to happen again.
“Uuuunnnhh!!” The cane swiped across the seat of Harriet’s brief white knickers again and sent a fresh bout of searing agony across her bottom, a little lower this time. Annoyingly, for Harriet had vowed to herself she would not allow it to happen, her eyes became quite watery and she back the moisture to try and prevent any tears from trickling down her face. She turned her head to look at her three friends, but they were too busy looking at her bottom to meet her eyes and perhaps offer her some discreet sign of sympathy or comradeship.
“Eeeeeesshh!!” Another stinging stroke lashed across Harriet’s bottom, catching her low down and lifting her a little as it cut into the soft mounds of her lower buttocks. Several frantic sniff were needed now to prevent the tears from flowing. Harriet took a deep breath and moved back along the desk a fraction, tucking her knees hard up against the side of the desk and, she hoped, making it less likely the next stroke would go even lower.
“Aaaaahh!!” James Battersby saw the girl bending across his desk slide herself back slightly and knew exactly what she was up to. He’d been headmaster at this school for coming up thirty years and long lost count of the number of girls that had bent over the end of that desk to have their bottoms warmed by one of his canes or, rarely, a size 12 plimsoll.
He focused on Harriet’s shapely bottom, the brief white knickers leaving the lower parts and just the very tops of her buttocks exposed. The cane felt good in his hand, pliant and powerful, and he drew it back slowly and deliberately before sending it flying down to smack near the top of the white cotton material. It skidded off, just catching the girl on the bare part of her lower back before the swing petered out in mid air.
“Oooooohh!!” Harriet screwed her eyes up as the searing pain punished her yet again. Perhaps she’d over done the moving back, for that stroke caught her high and scorched a wider area as it slid up her bottom. The pain was a little less intense, though, so perhaps the move was not such a bad idea after all. Harriet looked to her left, to where Miss Wainbridge sat. Oh, how Harriet disliked that woman!
A strictness that was maintained even for the senior sixth form girls, unlike most of the teaching staff, and an adherence to even the most minor of rules, also never relaxed for the seniors, together with a drab and boring appearance meant Miss Wainbridge had always been a teacher to avoid as much as possible. True to form, Miss Wainbridge’s attention was focused on Harriet’s bottom and the punishment it was receiving.
“Eeeeooouucchh!!” The cane whipped across the seat of Harriet’s pants yet again, causing yet another flood of pain to scorch her now very sore bottom. Several tears did now trickle their way down her face and no amount of sniffing could stop them. The desire to throw back her hands and rub her poor aching bottom was becoming very hard to resist even though Harriet was sure such an act would not be appreciated.
Indeed it was mainly the fear it might be regarded as a breach of discipline and thus earn Harriet yet another stroke or two that she did not succumb to temptation.Curiously, Harriet became aware of people breathing and heard minor rustles of clothing as they moved slightly. What was happening? Harriet looked again at Miss Wainbridge, but she was still looking at Harriet’s bottom. Turning her head the opposite way, Harriet saw Jemima and Rebecca still looking down at her bottom. Victoria, though, caught her eye.
The head girl raised an eyebrow in a way that seemed to be ask how Harriet was feeling, but the pain was still enough to cope with without engaging in some secretive communication. “Thank you, Harriet. You may rise.” James Battersby reluctantly released the girl from her position across the end of his desk. Reluctantly, for he quite enjoyed the sight of a thinly clad female bottom that had just received a stout caning, and Harriet’s firm round bottom was one of the shapelier ones it had been his pleasure to punish.
Harriet’s immediate reaction was one of surprise for she hadn’t been counting and hadn’t realised she had taken the six strokes to which she had been sentenced. She pushed herself up a little from the surface of the desk and looked round. Sure enough, Mr Battersby was going back to the corner cupboard to put the cane away until his next victim had the misfortune to find herself taking Harriet’s place.
“Ooooohh!!” Harriet slowly got to her feet and rubbed her sore bottom through the seat of her thin white knickers. The surface of both buttocks felt very sore indeed and she could feel the weals left as a result of the cane striking her with such force. She reached down and began pulling up her black track-suit trousers, then paused and looked around doubtfully. “Yes, you may get dressed.” Miss Wainwright spoke, the headmaster still preoccupied in storing the cane away securely.
“Rejoin your friends, Harriet.” Harriet felt almost grateful that she could now leave her lonely position at the end of the desk and rejoin the short line of senior girls. Jemima and Rebecca looked a little guiltily at her as she passed them; only Victoria gave a faint comforting smile. Moments later, Mr Battersby retook his seat behind the desk. “I hope that will be a lesson to you all, not just the unfortunate girl who had to be punished.” The headmaster looked them all firmly in the eye as he spoke.
“Be very certain that not one of you would be exempt from a similar punishment should I have occasion to reprimand any of you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.” All four girls murmured quietly.
“Very well. You are dismissed.”
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| My elbows were resting on the seat... |
I started floating off into my own lill subbie world,but then the "Oowww!!!" INTENSE! sharp,cutting pain brought me back.Sir did ask if I wanted him to stop.Stop?..."Eh?" lol.Of course not {HeeHee}.It was really painful,but the after effects were making it very "Mmmm!" bearable...
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| Like that,but my legs were straight... |
OMG!...The heavy leather strap,whilst in that position.WAS unbearable.It is agony enough when over Sirs lap.That usually gets me wriggling & yelping enough.Bent right over the back of the settee,my skin pulled tight.The heavy strap is excruciating!...Unbearable.Sir had to use the strap more gently,especially as all around the edges of the wide red welt,was going purple...Was "Mmmm!" afterwards lol...
| My strap is longer,wider & heavier... |
There are a few settees there...
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