He went to the door and called in one of the boys.
‘Be my guest Carrie,’ Jennings said.
‘So what have you done today Kendrick?’ Carrie asked the boy.
‘Out of bounds,’ he replied.
‘Six’, she announced succinctly, ‘Bend over and get ready.’
The boy took his position where I had been beaten. Without any prompting he took his trousers down and bent over to grip the rail. I saw Carrie go to the rack of canes and carefully choose one. Then she moved to Kendrick’s side and tapped the cane on his bottom.
‘Count and ask for another,’ she ordered him.
Then she raised the cane and whacked hard down on his bottom. I had never seen a caning before and I was amazed how the cane dug into his bottom and pushed him forward. He had underpants on but I didn’t think they’d cushion much of the blow
‘One, thank you Carrie, may I have another one.’ She was actually making Kendrick ask to be thrashed! Mind you, I suppose I had asked for the last two strokes as well.
She gave him five more hard stripes with her cane. I had a really good view of each stroke whipping into his bottom and I can’t pretend that I didn’t enjoy watching.
Then when she’d finished she just said one word: ‘Photo.’
Without being asked anything further the boy on the caning bar peeled down his underpants. All the prefects approached closer and several commented on the cane marks. Of course, because his underpants had covered his bottom they had not been visible till now.
One of the boys pointed to Kendrick’s left buttock.
‘Nice spacing Carrie, but you’re still a bit heavy on the left side,’ he said.
I noticed that there were six distinct tram line marks across the boy’s buttocks but the marks were rather more pronounced on his left cheek.
‘I need more practice,’ Carrie said as she photographed the bare bottom. ‘Can I do the next two as well?’
‘You can do Pocock, if no-one else wants to, but I want to do Paula Withers,’ said a boy prefect.
As they talked, Kendrick was pulling up his underpants and trousers and Carrie was transferring the photo and printing the punishment report. Carrie and Kendrick both signed without a word and he left the room.
Then the boy prefect who said he wanted to do Paula Withers called the girl into the room from the corridor. I hadn’t really noticed her outside but now I saw she was quite short, about 5’3”, with short straight black hair. She was slim and very pretty. I would say she was probably a year older than me, so probably 17.
‘What have you done, Paula?’ he asked her.
Instead of answering she just handed him a folded paper. He opened it and quickly read it.
‘What does it say, Matt?’ asked Carrie.
‘It’s from Miss Williams. Paula has been disrupting class by talking and passing notes. She says she would normally give her the slipper but she has a strained shoulder so she asks that the prefects punish her.’
‘What do you think she deserves?’ Carrie enquired.
‘I think six.’
Paula spoke for the first time. ‘Six of the cane is not fair. I probably would only have got four with the slipper and the cane is much worse.’
‘Yeah, it’s tough isn’t it? But Miss Williams asked us to choose the punishment and deliver it. But we’ll be fair,’ continued Matt, ‘I say six but we can vote. Anyone not in favour of six for Paula?’
No hands went up.
‘Six it is then,’ said Matt, ‘Get in position.’
Paula obviously knew the form and put her feet on the marks and bent over to grasp the rail. She must have known that it was futile to argue. I wondered if arguing attracted extra punishment.
When she was bent over, Matt slowly lifted her skirt and tucked the hem into her waistband. She was wearing regulation white cotton school knickers.
‘I tell you what,’ Matt said as he stared at her cute bottom stuck well up ready for the cane, ‘You can have four in or six out. Your choice, Paula.’
I didn’t know what he meant but Paula evidently did.
I hear her sigh and then she said, ‘Ok, I’ll take four in.’
Matt beamed with pleasure, and then I saw why. He slowly tucked Paula’s knickers into the crack of her bottom, pushing his fingers well in between her cheeks. I am sure he loved the feeling of caressing her arse and of course when he had finished, even though she was wearing her knickers they provided no protection at all.
He went to fetch a cane and swished it a few times in the air. Then he took position next to Paula. It seemed to me that her knickers were still fully wedged between her cheeks but he slid his hand three or four times up and down her crack to make sure.
Then he whacked her with the first stroke. Because her bottom was completely bare I could see the stripe marks appear immediately.
She obviously knew what to do. ‘One, thank you Matt,’ she said, with hardly a tremor in her voice.
‘Do you want another?’
‘Yes please Matt.’
The second stroke hit her just below the first. I noticed that Matt’s canings seemed to be more evenly applied that Carrie’s had been. The swelling red lines on Paula’s bottom were very similar on both her cheeks.
She thanked Matt again and answered ‘Yes please,’ when he asked if she wanted another.
Matt whacked her twice more with the cane and each time I watched as the cane rippled into her bottom cheeks. I realised mine would have looked just like that when Jennings lashed me. I wanted to get a mirror so I could see if my bottom had the same ridged red lines as Paula’s.
After four strokes Matt asked ‘Do you want another one?’ again. This time Paula said ‘No thank you Matt, I have had enough. Thank you for disciplining me.’
He slowly pulled her knickers out of her bum crack and peeled them down as everyone crowded round to see her bottom and its stripes, while he photographed it.
‘See how even they are,’ one of the prefects remarked to Carrie.
‘Yes, but it’s easier on the bare,’ she replied.
‘Well, you should remember to ask if they want it in or out,’ he replied.
‘I know,’ Carrie moaned, ‘I always forget.’
After Paula had pulled up her knickers, unhitched her skirt, signed the register and left, the last student for punishment came in.
He was a small boy, probably only 13. Carrie said that if no-one else wanted to do him she’d have another go.
Everyone seemed happy for her to wield the cane so she asked the boy what he was here for.
‘Running in the corridor,’ he replied.
Carrie’s face fell.
‘All right, two strokes, get in position.’
The Jennings said, ‘I don’t think that is all though, is it Pocock?’
‘And out of bounds,’ the boy mumbled.
Carrie brightened immediately.
‘Another six,’ she said with relish, and then remembering, ‘eight out or six in, Pocock?’
‘Six in,’ said the boy shortly.
He stood on the mark and took down his trousers. He was wearing Superman underpants. All the prefects gave a shout of laughter.
‘Well, well, well,’ said Carrie, ‘Uniform violation as well. That’s another two, plus you don’t get the choice of in or out. They will have to come off, I can’t cane over non-uniform underpants.’
She peeled down his underpants like Jennings had pulled mine down, so they were wedged under his bottom but didn’t expose his penis. Then she fetched a cane from the rack and lined it up on his bare bottom cheeks.
‘Ten strokes,’ she said, licking her lips, ‘Count them, thank me and ask for another, Pocock, and don’t make any mistakes.’
I think she really enjoyed that beating. After every stroke, when Pocock had thanked her and asked for another, she paused and inspected his bottom where the cane had landed. After the third lash, she even ran a finger along the line she had just made.
After six, when Pocock asked for another in a strangled voice almost sobbing, she looked around at her fellow prefects.
‘Such a small bottom, there’s hardly room for more than six,’ she said, and I could see that his whole bottom was covered in double lines which were already purpling and showing edges of black.
‘I’ll give him the choice,’ she continued, ‘Pocock, I can finish with four more on your bottom, or you can come back the same time tomorrow and have the other four then, or you can have the last four on the thighs, two front, two back. Your choice.’
I didn’t think Pocock would want any more on his battered bottom and I was right. “Thighs please,’ he mumbled.
I think Carrie was pleased.
‘OK, stand up. I’ll do the front first. Undies down to your knees, but you can use your hands to cover yourself.’
It was fascinating to watch the boy straighten up, turn round to face the prefects, and pull his underpants further down while using one hand to cover his private parts. When they were down he used both hands to cup over his groin.
Carrie looked at him and tapped the cane on the front of his thighs. ‘Bit further down I think,’ she said, and tugged his underpants further down.
Then she put the cane between his legs and tapped from one inside thigh to the other.
‘Wide as you can, Pocock.’
The boy shifted his legs so they were as far apart as they could go with his trousers and underpants pulled down.
Then Carrie lashed him with the cane across his thighs just below where his hands protected his groin. The boy doubled over with the pain and she rapped him quickly with the cane and ordered him to stand straight.
He managed to get upright again and mumble, ‘Seven thank you Carrie, please give me another.’
She looked intently at where she had marked his thighs and lined up the cane just above it, even closer to his protecting hands. I saw them tighten over his privates.
Then she whipped the cane again into his poor legs. This time he managed to stay upright and gasp out his thanks.
‘Turn around now then,’ Carrie ordered, and the boy shuffled around so his back faced us. His bottom was a mass of red and purple.
‘Bend over and legs apart,’ Carrie instructed. It must have been awkward for the boy with his hands holding his groin to spread his legs and lean forward. Of course, he couldn’t hold the rail so just had to lean a bit away from us and try to stay balanced.
Carrie tapped his thighs with the cane as she moved into position, then rapped the cane hard into his thighs just below the buttocks.
The boy managed to gasp out his thanks, then started to cry properly. I wondered if that would cause any change in Carrie, but it didn’t. She examined the new lines and then whipped the cane into his thighs for the last time.
Through his tears Pocock managed to say, ‘Ten, thank you Carrie, and thank you for beating me.’
‘My pleasure,’ Carrie replied and I am sure she meant it! Then she photographed him front and back and entered the punishment record. Pocock got dressed, signed the book and left.
One of the girls asked me how I had enjoyed it. ‘I didn’t like being caned, but I have to admit I did like watching others get it.’ I replied honestly.
‘Glad to hear you being honest’ she said, ‘We have to do it for correction, but I’d be lying if I said we didn’t enjoy it, both using the cane and watching. Four o’clock will almost always see all six of us here hoping there’ll be a punishment on’
I asked her if this really happened every day.
‘Well, there’s six hundred kids at the school so usually one or two has done enough to deserve a whacking. Not usually four though so you were lucky today.’
She saw me rubbing my bottom. ‘Go back to your dorm,’ she said, ‘There’s a jar of cold cream in every dorm to sooth whipped bottoms.’
I took her advice, after first thanking Jennings for letting me watch the caning session.
‘My pleasure,’ he said, ‘We will probably be discussing in a moment whether your bum is even more spankable than Paula Withers’, so you’re welcome any time, especially with a note or a punishment card.’
He told me that any teacher can give a note like Paula had, any prefect can just order a student to attend for punishment, and any house prefect can hand you a punishment card. House prefects are not allowed to cane you, but if they give you a card you have to attend that day at 4 o’clock and the prefects give you three strokes.
‘Three out or two in, actually,’ Jennings said with a smile, ‘if the prefect feels like giving you the choice.’
So now I am lying on my bed in the dorm, with my skirt up and knickers down. I’ve rubbed cold cream in and my bum doesn’t feel too bad, but I don’t feel like sitting just now!
I think I’ll find this school very interesting and I know I’ll try to stick to the rules. I suppose it’s nice that the prefects think I have a spankable bottom, but I don’t want them to try it out any more!
Katie
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