My teacher kept me after class, the bitch. [Maddie said, as we lay together in the storeroom.]
She was taunting me, knowing I was desperate to leave. She asked me how many strokes I’d had on the hand, and whether I’d been paddled before. She was watching the clock the whole time. She let me go at 12.03. She chose that because she knew I’d have no chance of making it to the head’s office by 12.05, as he’d instructed me, and that if I had two minutes I’d try anyway.
So I ran, staying out in the playground and not in the corridors, so as not to get in more trouble. When I got to his office, I made it 12.07, so that was it. I was in for a return visit after school to get the paddle.
But then I thought that maybe his clock might be slow, and he wouldn’t notice I was late, so I knocked at the door.
Then I heard a sharp noise, like a pistol shot, very loud, from inside. Then, half a minute later, another one, and another one after that.
Someone was being punished. Punished hard, by the sound of it. But was that the paddle or the cane? Was it a boy or a girl? Then there was a fourth stroke, and I heard a gasp of pain. So it was a boy, trying not to cry out, and not quite being able to stop himself.
I heard the headmaster roar at the boy that he was to take his punishment in silence, and that he was going to get that stroke again. Then there was a silence, and in a moment, the headmaster opened the door.
“Hello, Maddie. You were two minutes late. You’re a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”
I said nothing. There was a boy – well, really a young man, in the same year as me, so he’d be 18 = bent over the desk. His pants and underpants were round his ankles. The head had the cane in his hand still, and there were maybe a dozen stripes across this boy’s ass. More. I’d never seen cane stripes before. I’d never seen a boy’s bare ass before, come to that. I was a shy girl, then. So I gawped, open-mouthed.
The head took my arm, and made me kneel on a chair, hands on head, nose to the wall. “Yes, you are a glutton for punishment, you silly little girl. Now, you keep your nose touching the wall. If I see your nose before I’ve told you you can move, it’ll be the worse for you, girl.”
And with that he went back to his desk, and said, “All right, Rob. We’ll give you that stroke again. See if you can stop yourself from whining, this time.”
Then there was the crack of the cane again, and the sound of the desk jolting when Rob’s body slammed against it. But he made no sound.
I wondered if I’d ever be able to take a stroke like that. It didn’t seem possible. And yet I knew that one day I would. For him.
Then there were three more strokes, and Rob – I remembered him now; he played football, and was one of the popular boys – screamed. It was so shocking I couldn’t help myself. I turned to look. Rob knew he was in trouble for that scream. He was crying audibly, all his defences down.
“Well, you’ve just made your caning longer, Rob. And I’m going to have to keep his nosy girl waiting for longer.”
I turned my face back to the wall, as fast as I could, knowing it would do no good. What did I think of seeing and mostly hearing Rob getting flogged? I don’t know, exactly. I was disappointed that it wasn’t just the head and me. But … I liked thinking of him doing that to me. And if he was caning me, would I like it if he let someone else into his office while I struggled not to cry out? I don’t know about the reality, but the thought of it was so hot.
He said, “Maddie. What are you here for?”
I thought. It was such a huge question. “I’m here for a spanking, sir.”
“A spanking. On…?”
I said quickly, “On my bare bottom. Sir. Uh.” My cunt felt it, when I said those words to him. “I’m here for a spanking on my bare bottom, sir.”
“That’s better. Now, Maddie, if you can’t give Rob his privacy, there’s no reason you should have any privacy either, is there, nosy girl?”
“Um. No, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“Good. So make yourself ready for your spanking now. The bare bottom one. Skirt off. Panties … not just down, for you. Right off. Now, Maddie!”
“Yes, sir.” I slid down from my knees on the chair, so my feet touched the floor. And I undressed for him. Knowing he was watching me. He’d seen my top half when he’d given me the strap. Now he was looking at the bottom half. I wondered if I’d be naked when he paddled me.
I looked at him. I didn’t dare put my hands in front of my cunt. He was the first man to see it. My heart was pounding, and I knew I was going to spill soon. I wished he was caning me. I wished I could bend over his desk, naked for him. So he could do what he liked to me, and then take me.
But I asked him with my eyes what he wanted. He said, “Back in the chair. Hands on head, nose to the wall. If I see your face again, before I call you, I’ll cane you, Maddie.What will I do?”
I remembered to keep my nose pressed to the wall. “You’ll cane me, sir, if I look again.”
“Good.” I heard him walk to Rob’s right, so the strokes would go the other way.
“All right, boy. Do you think you can take the rest of your punishment without any more snivelling?”
It took Rob a long time to answer. Eventually he sniffed once, loudly, and said “Yes, sir. I can take my caning without snivelling.”
“Well, you’ve done a pretty poor job of showing it. I’m not at all satisfied. I’m going to give you four now. And you’ll be back here tomorrow. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” The voice sounded despairing. Then there came four loud cracks, mercilessly hard, and in quick succession. Rob jolted the desk under each one, but he managed to keep his mouth shut.
I heard the cane rattle on the table. “Right. Up you get, boy. Get your pants up. And, Rob -“
“You’re not to wipe your eyes. Go back to class and sit there till class resumes. But I want your teacher and your classmates to see what a crybaby you are. I’ll be asking your teacher whether you had tears on your face, so I suggest you don’t disobey. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” There was resentment in his voice. I was shocked. How dare he disrespect Sir?
“I heard that, Rob. We’ll talk about proper, respectful speech tomorrow. Before I repeat your caning. Now, let’s try it again. Do you understand?”
Rob cleared his throat. “Yes, sir. I understand, sir.”
That was better. I actually nodded, pleased that he’d learned to respect Sir.
Then I caught a glimpse of Rob’s face. I hadn’t moved, but he’d stepped into my visual field while he put his clothes on. The look he gave me was pure venom. It shocked me. I kept staring at the wall, knowing he’d be staring at my bottom now.
“Get out, Rob. Straight to class with you, and no wiping your eyes. Or your cheeks. Go!”
Rob said, “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat again. “Thank you, sir.” And the door closed behind him.
The headmaster put his hand on my shoulder. “All right, Maddie, you can get up now.”
“Thank you, sir.” I stood up straight in front of him, displaying myself. I wished he’d touch my cunt. Maybe rub me.
“You’ll come over my lap in a second. But I’m curious. Did you feel sorry for him?”
“No sir. Not for a second.”
“Why not, Maddie?”
“Well, sir. I trust your judgement. And anyway, I heard him disrespect you.”
He smiled at me. I noticed he wasn’t using his “strict” voice any more. He was kind again. “So you’re my little warrior, are you? On my side.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
“Good. I’m pleased to hear it. One thing, though. He deserved that, every bit of it. And he deserves what he’s getting tomorrow. He’s a bad person; a bully, and worse. Maddie, I forbid you to speak to him. Or spend any time with him. That’s an order, girl. For your own safety.”
I said, “Thank you, sir. For the warning. And I will keep away from him.” Huh, I thought. That won’t be hard.
He sat down in the chair I’d been kneeling on, and patted his lap. “Come over my knee, Maddie.”
“Oh sir, yes!” That was a giveaway, but we were hardly bothering to pretend any more. I dived across his lap, pressing my cunt down where I thought his – Oh, there it was! And he put his hand down on my bottom, and rubbed and stroked me. I’d guessed right. It got harder, and pressed against me. I sighed. I was happy, here.
“Feet apart, Maddie. No, further apart. No, right apart, girl.” And his hand slipped down between my buttocks, and nearly touched me where I wanted. I felt so much need.
Then his hand was gone. “Arch your bottom up, Maddie. Lovely. Now we begin.”