Friday, 26 December 2014
Monday, 15 December 2014
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
Jenny's Caning
'This is a standard
school cane,' Annabel held it up, 'standard
to Westbury, that is.
I would rate it as quite severe compared to
the one used at the
school I came from, although we did go
even tighter at
times, and for a school beating, if you were ever
so foolish as to earn
one, you'd get something even longer and
heavier than this.
Still, this is a good rod, and I think Miss
Poussin will be well
marked by the time I've finished with her.'
They were all crowded
closely together in the room, so
everyone saw how Jenny's
bent buttocks cringed a little during
this lecture, but she
kept quiet and held her place, awaiting the
first of her six
cuts.
She did not have to
wait long. Annabel briefly rested the cane
across the proffered
buttocks to mark her place, took two short
steps back, and then
sprang forward, her arm moving from the
shoulder with her
wrist making its contribution to the rod's
velocity so that it
lashed squarely across the fleshy bottom, just
below its trembling
centre. She then stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
At the moment of
impact the track left by the cane was
bleached white, all
the blood driven out of the skin as the
prostrate girl gasped
beneath the shock of the assault. But even
as everyone watched,
the mark turned a bright red from the
returning onrush of
blood, the bruise spreading and swelling
until it rose above
the surrounding skin in a clearly defined
welt. Jenny groaned
from the rising pain but remained
motionless,
determined to show all these girls how a beating
should be taken.
Satisfied that both Jenny
and her audience had fully benefited
from their
contemplation of the cut, Annabel took two prancing
steps forward again,
and sent the second lash home. Another
gasp from her victim,
another flaming track followed by
another miserable
groan, and the bruise thickened perceptively.
She felt a surge of
lust, and of pride at how well she was
striking the flesh at
her disposal. Her arm and her wrist had not
lost their cunning
despite prolonged absence from the sport
since leaving the
strict academy where she learned this deadly
trade. With her eye
fixed firmly on her squirming target she
started her run
again, and thrashed the rod home directly
between the two close
parallel tracks already throbbing across
the deliciously
submissive buttocks.
Jenny managed to
absorb the third blow as stoically as the
rest, her teeth
sinking into her lower lip to hold back a scream
of agony as Annabel
paused to let the cuts sink in, and to let
her audience savour
the full extent of the suffering they were
committing themselves
to should they choose full equality with
the boys by voting to
accept corporal punishment. When she
was satisfied the
latest welt had matured into a thick, rope-like
bruise, and the other
girls truly appreciated the nature of the
beast, she struck
again, this time aiming a little lower to catch
the bent and
tormented girl exactly on the faint crease
separating her
buttocks from her thighs. It was a cruel blow
delivered to the most
tender area of her cheeks, but she judged
that Jenny could take
it, and she wanted to demonstrate the
ultimate cane stroke,
at least as far as the buttocks were
concerned.
True to her resolve, Jenny
absorbed the searing anguish of this
vicious cut without
crying out, but her hips writhed and the
muscles in her upper
thighs twitched in distress. Only two to
go! Her lower lip was
almost bleeding now, but she couldn't
help sinking her
teeth into it again hearing the thud of
Annabel's rubber-shod
feet behind her as the head girl made
another run. Oh, just
above the last one! A full-blooded stroke
across the fattest
part of her bent hinds would be a kindness
compared to these
slices into the sensitive skin underneath her
fleshy mounds, but
Annabel was not about to let her off with
anything but the
tightest sixer she could manage pour
encourager
les autres.
When the last stroke
fell, it too landed right in her overhang.
She whined as the
pain rose in time with the swelling welt, but
held her position as
she had been taught to do. She would not
let Myra down; this
had to be a perfect demonstration.
Annabel stood back,
and surveyed her work. The fleshy
buttocks were thickly
scored. The six were tight indeed, hard,
swollen and laid
close together in a restricted area that would
be directly beneath
the girl when she sat down. For lasting
effect, there was
nothing like a well scored sit-upon whose
soreness would
produce flinching reminders of the beating for
several days to come,
reinforcing the disciplinary message of
the stinging cane.
'There now,' she
said, after an interval long enough for the
other girls to take
in the ravaged bottom on display before
them, 'I think that
should serve as a sufficient demonstration of
what we would be
committing ourselves to. Quite a deterrent, I
think you'll agree,
but nothing to threaten a girl's health, and as
far as her dignity is
concerned, that's up to her. As Miss Poussin
has so ably shown us,
such a test of fortitude and bearing can
be endured without
forfeiting feminine dignity.'
There were murmurs
all around, mainly of assent, and some
of relaxation after
the tension of an exhibition not entirely
innocent of lust.
Annabel turned to her still bent victim. 'Thank
you, Jenny, please
rise now and take your seat again. We are
about to vote on the
issue, and there may be other questions
you can help us
answer to everyone's satisfaction.'
Not trusting herself
to speak, Jenny straightened up painfully
and pulled her
panties back up over her hips. She would have
preferred to discard
them completely, but she was mindful of
her promise to Myra
to do everything she could to win these
girls the benefit of
a regiment of rod and slipper similar to the
one from which she
herself benefited. Limping slightly, she
walked back to the
chair allocated her, and sat down gingerly.
Those nearest to her
detected her slight gasp as her bottom
came in contact with
the unyielding wood, and everyone could
see her crimson face
and tear-filled eyes.
