Katie is caned

I heard a kind of rattling noise and realised he was getting a cane from the rack.  A few moments later there was a gentle tap on my bare bottom.

 “Don’t move,” he ordered me, “If you move then that stroke doesn’t count.”

 Then, just a moment later, I felt the most awful pain as the cane slashed into my poor naked bottom.  I let out an awful scream and it was all I could do to hold on to the rail and not fall to the floor.

 “Let’s have a look,” I heard one of the girls say.

“Nice stripe,” the same voice continued, “I do like the way you get it evenly on both cheeks.”

Then I felt a finger on my bottom tracing the line which the cane had dug into my cheeks.  I flinched of course and started to wriggle.  I could see between my legs it was the girl who was touching me, and then she slapped my bottom and told me to keep still.

Then I saw her move away and Jennings tapped my bottom again with the cane.  I gripped the rail hard and managed to hold on when he whacked me again with a searing slash which made me yell with pain.

“Stay there,” he ordered quickly, and I kept my grip on the rail.  I saw the girl come up to me again and study where he had beaten me.

“Just as good as the first one,” she remarked, but at least this time she didn’t touch me.

‘Anyone know if there’s a penalty for not wearing school knickers?’ Jennings asked.  It’s not like there was anything wrong with my knickers.  They were cute lacy hot pink.  I know I am supposed to wear those white cotton ones you packed but I never thought for a minute anyone would be looking.

‘I think she should take them off, tie them on a string round her neck,’ said one of the girls.

‘And we should roll up her skirt at the back and fasten it up so everyone can see her caned arse for the rest of the day,’ one of the boys added.

I was still bent over gripping the bar when all this was said.  When I tried to get up a girl had pushed me back down and held me there.

‘What’s your name again?’ Jennings asked.

‘Katie Spenser’, I said.

‘How old are you?’

’16.’

‘Well, Katie Spenser, you can choose to wear your knickers round your neck and show your bare bottom for the rest of the day, or have two more strokes of the cane.  Your choice.’

Well, what could I say?  I couldn’t walk around all day with my naked bottom on show.

‘I’ll take two more with the cane.’

‘Say please,’ Jennings said, ‘ask me nicely to beat you.’

I had no choice.

‘Please beat me again Jennings,’ I said.

 ‘Nicely spoken, Katie Spenser.’

 And then I could see him through my legs, because I was still bent over with my bottom in the air.  He moved back to my side and I felt him tap my bottom with the cane again.  Then ‘Whack’, ‘Whack’, two more cracking strokes smashed down on my poor bottom.

 ‘OK’, Jennings said, ‘just stay there a minute while we do the punishment book record.’

I heard a click and realised someone was photographing my bum. 

‘What are you doing?’ I demanded.

 ‘Have to take a picture for the punishment book,’ he casually replied.  ‘You can get up now.’

At last I could straighten up and pull my knickers up over my painfully caned bottom cheeks.

As I did this, I saw Jennings connect a camera to a computer.  He sat down and quickly typed a few words and a few moments later a page was printed headed ‘Punishment Record.’

 It was an A4 sheet half of which was a colour picture of my caned bottom in close up and underneath it said: 

 Punished student: Katie Spenser, 16.

Offence: running in corridor and incorrect uniform.
Penalty: 4 strokes of cane
Administered by: Stuart Jennings

 Then there was space for signatures and a box saying ‘Comments’.

 Jennings signed it and handed it to me.  ‘Sign here’, he told me.  I signed it in a kind of daze.

‘Does this mean anyone can look at a picture of my bare bottom?’ I asked.

He laughed.  ‘Of course not.  It just goes in the punishment files.  It’s just so that if there is any complaint later we can show exactly what happened and what your bottom looked like after the punishment.’

‘What if I had been caned over my knickers?’

‘Oh well, you do have to pull them down for the photo.  No point in taking a picture of knickers.  Have to show whether there’s any damage.’

He looked at me.  ‘Do you want to write a comment?’

‘Yes I do,’ I replied and wrote:  ‘My first day at school – what a welcome!’

He just laughed and passed the page to one of the girls.  ‘Now you have to thank me for the punishment,’ he said.

 ‘What do you mean?’

 You say, “thank you for beating me, Jennings,” or thank you for disciplining me”, whatever you like.  Just be polite.’

 So I had to say, ‘Thank you for beating me, Jennings,’ while I had my hands under my skirt rubbing my bruised bottom.

 He looked at me.

 ‘Tell you what, Katie Spenser, we don’t normally let students watch the punishments, but if you like you can stay and watch the rest of them.  I see there are two boys and a girl on parade today.  It’ll give you a feel about the school.  Do you want to?’

 I found I did.

 ‘Yes please,’ I said.  I can’t believe I was saying please to a boy who had just thrashed my bottom.