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It was the end of another week, Friday 6th June 1969 to be precise, as Debbie Abbott and her new boyfriend Martyn Wetherby headed towards the main door of the school on their way home. Hand in hand, they made their way through the large and imposing arched doorway and out into the summer sunshine, smiling at each other at every opportunity.
With her parents on holiday in Spain, and her elder sister away at university, Debbie had invited Martyn to spend the weekend at her house, their first real opportunity to spend true, intimate time together since becoming an item just three short weeks earlier. Yes, they’d had sex, a few times in fact, but a quick shag in a garden shed or in the dilapidated old pavilion at the disused tennis courts, could not compare to the opportunity afforded by having the comfort of a whole house to themselves for an entire weekend.
As the attractive couple walked slowly across the playground amidst the hubbub of other pupils hastily rushing towards the school gates to make their escape, both Debbie and Martyn focused their thoughts on the weekend ahead. At this moment in time at least, they believed life just couldn’t be more perfect.
Suddenly though, the excitement of their thoughts came to an abrupt end as the tall and willowy figure of Mrs. Davenport, the Headmistress, appeared coming back through the school gates. The Headmistress looked decidedly flustered as she strode with purpose from the pavement outside where she often positioned herself after school on Fridays to engage with parents waiting to collect their sons or daughters.
“Deborah Abbott,” bellowed the Headmistress as she headed towards Debbie and Martyn, “I’ve just had a most unpleasant conversation with Mrs. Tucker out on the pavement regarding the state of her daughter’s blouse and tie. I was expecting to have to wait until Monday morning, but seeing as I’ve caught you now, I think you’d better come with me and explain things in my study before you even think of going anywhere young lady,” squealed the high-pitched tones of the Headmistress.
Handing her school bag to Martyn, an anxious expression appeared on Debbie’s pretty face as she turned to follow the Headmistress back into the school.
Martyn could do no more than stand alone in the middle of the playground bemused as to why his beautiful girlfriend appeared to be in trouble.
As Mrs Davenport headed briskly toward the school’s main entrance, she was soon to disappear from Martyn’s view as she entered the shade of the entrance door with Debbie close behind her.
Inside the building, the Headmistress marched towards her study and opened the door before sternly ushering Debbie in, closing the door so firmly behind her that it bounced slightly ajar.
“Stand in front of my desk Abbott, I think you have some explaining to do young lady,” snarled the Headmistress.
Moving to the opposite side of the desk, the Headmistress sat down firmly in her chair as Debbie positioned herself as instructed. Peering through the circular lenses of her tortoiseshell spectacles, the wizened old Headmistress sat up straight and placed her hands on the well-worn, green leather inlay of her desk.
“Perhaps you can enlighten me Abbott as to why Amanda Tucker came out of the school gates this afternoon with dark blue ink dried into the front of her blouse and tie. Her mother is totally furious.”
Debbie hung her head, “Well, I’m really sorry about that Mrs. Davenport, but well, Mrs. Richards made me sit next to Amanda in history this afternoon and she wouldn’t stop messing about. We’ve only got two weeks until the exam and I really didn’t want to be distracted.”
Pursing her lips, the Headmistress leaned back in her chair, “So flicking ink from your fountain pen and ruining the clothing of another pupil was a justifiable solution?”
Debbie paused to collect her thoughts before responding, “Well, no, no, of course not Mrs. Davenport, I know I shouldn’t have done it but Mrs. Richards understood why I was so annoyed with Amanda, in fact she made her sit at the back of the classroom for the rest of the lesson on her own and told her to behave. Of course, I’ll pay for Amanda’s clothes if that helps.”
“Well, whatever Mrs. Richards may have thought, she’s not the one who has just had to deal with Amanda Tucker’s mother demanding action and telling me that if I can’t control the behaviour of pupils in this school, I should consider resigning!” replied the Headmistress angrily. “And you’re quite right Abbott, you will pay for Amanda Tucker’s clothes,” added the Headmistress.
Debbie took a deep breath and slowly shook her head as tears welled in her large, blue eyes, “Oh God, I’m so sorry for what happened and I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise.”
Martyn had remained alone in the playground. The walk to Debbie’s house was little more than a few minutes and without Mrs. Davenport’s intervention he imagined they would have by now been close to arriving there for what promised to be the best weekend of his life.
“Where’s your sexy bird, don’t tell me she’s stood you up Wetherby?” yelled fellow sixth former and all-round idiot, Robert Etheridge through the railings as he waited on the pavement for his father to arrive in the car. “Maybe I should ask her out myself and give her a damned good fuck, she looks like she could do with one,” giggled Etheridge.
Piss off Etheridge you moron, she wouldn’t touch you with a barge pole and anyway, she doesn’t have sex with virgins,” responded Martyn as he decided to walk back into the building and sit down on one of the benches close to the Headmistress’s Study.
As he sat in the silence of the now empty entrance hall, he noticed that the heavy oak study door was not fully closed. Listening carefully, Martyn was eager to know what Debbie was in trouble for and certainly hoped that it wouldn’t be too much longer before they could head for home.
The Headmistress placed her hands on the arms of her chair and slowly stood up before walking across the study and opening the door of the adjoining stockroom. Debbie watched in trepidation, she had seen in the stockroom before and was aware that as well as being full of exercise books and other school essentials, a collection of punishment implements hung along the side wall.
With footsteps and the opening of the stockroom door the only sound escaping from the study, Martyn carefully unzipped the holdall he had packed with the things he needed for the weekend and rummaged at the bottom to make sure that the five packs of condoms he had plucked up the courage to purchase at the chemist the day before, were still there.
Lifting one of the packets to where he could see it, he smiled at the thought that whatever Debbie was in trouble for, it shouldn’t be too long before he would be alone with her in her parents’ house and his supply of condoms would be put to good use.
After a few moments of pondering in the stockroom, Mrs. Davenport returned, firmly clutching a crook handled senior cane. Debbie’s eyes widened as the headmistress swished the cane through the air a few times as if convincing herself that she had selected the best implement for the task.
“You’re going to receive twelve strokes of the cane on your bare bottom young lady,” growled the Headmistress.
Debbie’s eyes widened ever further and her mouth formed a near-perfect circle, “I’m nearly nineteen Mrs. Davenport, I’m starting work in six weeks as a trainee beautician at the Riverside Health Club, I’ve never been caned before and I really don’t think I should be caned at my age.”
On hearing that Debbie was to be caned, Martyn’s jaw dropped. The thought of his beautiful girlfriend being caned on her bare bottom sent a wave of horror through him. As he breathed heavily in disbelief of what he had just heard, he imagined the whole weekend ahead destroyed, their plans to have sex as many times as their energy allowed, perhaps shattered by the pain and humiliation of a caning.
Martyn recalled being on the receiving end of a caning himself, just a little over a year earlier. He had got into a scuffle with another boy on the opposing team during a soccer match against Greendown Secondary Modern. He had been caned on his bare bottom by Mr. Jackson the Deputy Headmaster. Yes, the cane had hurt like hell, and his bottom had throbbed for ages afterwards, but in a way, that was nothing compared to the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment he had felt at others knowing that he had been caned.
The Headmistress flexed the cane into a semi-circle between her hands, “Well, Abbott, just because you are not far off leaving school for good doesn’t mean that you can avoid appropriate discipline. I’m very pleased to hear that you have secured employment, but mark my words Abbott, you won’t be in employment for very long if you behave as stupidly as you have done today.”
“No, Mrs. Davenport, I realise that,” replied Debbie, meekly.
Using the cane as a pointer, the Headmistress tapped its tip against the leather inlay of her large pedestal desk.
“Bend right over and place your hands here,” she said as she moved the direction of the cane and tapped it against the far edge of the desk.
“Oh please Mrs. Davenport, I’ve got things planned for the weekend, please don’t cane me, please don’t.”
The expression on the Headmistress’s face certainly didn’t suggest that she was in the mood for clemency, “I’m afraid Abbott, that whatever these things are you have planned for the weekend, you’re going to have to do them with an extremely sore bottom, now take down your knickers and let’s get this over with.”
Debbie hung her head, “Very well Mrs. Davenport,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
With no real choice, Debbie reached beneath her skirt and slowly slipped her navy-blue, regulation knickers down to mid-thigh before bending forward across the desk and gripping its far edge as instructed. In so doing, her short, grey pleated skirt rose up just enough to reveal the lower portion of her smooth, firm buttocks beneath its hem. As she lowered her head, Debbie’s long, auburn hair fell to form a curtain around her pretty face.
Debbie was certainly an attractive young lady and despite Martyn’s own good looks and impressive physique, he counted himself incredibly lucky to be going out with the girl who was considered by most of the boys, to be the most fanciable girl in the entire school. Yes, Debbie was tall with a delightful slender figure and with long, auburn hair framing a face so perfect it could have been painted by an artist, she turned heads wherever she went.
As Debbie contemplated what was about to happen to her, the caning itself seemed almost insignificant in comparison to the embarrassment she would encounter as her bare bottom caning was announced in customary fashion to the entire school during assembly on Monday morning.
After raising Debbie’s skirt and tucking it out of the way into its own waistband, Mrs. Davenport offered the cane to the centre of the firm and beautifully formed buttocks on offer. After tapping the cane against them as if weighing up the target, she raised it high above her shoulder and brought it down with a force that nearly lifted Debbie off her feet.
After thrusting her head upward and noisily drawing breath through her teeth, Debbie soon gave way to a cry of “AH, AH, AH.”
Barely had the bite of the first stroke fully ignited within her and another stroke was unleashed, striking her a little lower on her buttocks, “OW, OW, AH, AH,” she cried as she struggled to stay in position, but with no time to fully process the agony, the Headmistress laid a further two strokes in quick succession.
“Eeeeee-Ouch, OW, WOW, WOW,” cried Debbie, wondering how she could possibly endure another eight, agonising strokes before her caning was over.
As Martyn remained outside the study, the sound of Debbie’s caning through the gap in the door began to challenge his thoughts. The cries of anguish which followed each cane stroke, made him want to rush into the study and rescue his girlfriend from this terrible ordeal. Yet, despite his chivalrous intentions, the bulge that had formed in Martyn’s trousers told a different story. Yes, whether he wanted it to happen or not, there was something he was finding incredibly arousing about Debbie getting her delicious bare bottom caned!
Martyn recalled Nicolette Parker, a decent looking blonde girl in his year who had been caned at the beginning of the school year. Nicolette had been caned by Mrs. Davenport for taking another girl’s wristwatch and hiding it as a prank. She had been escorted from class during double maths and taken to the study, where she received twelve strokes of the cane on her bare bottom.
When Nicolette returned to class some twenty minutes later, her face heavily tear-stained as she continued to sob, she was granted permission to stand at her desk for the remainder of the lesson as she claimed that her bottom was too painful to sit on.
Martyn couldn’t help but recall how aroused he had been by Nicolette’s ordeal and the countless times during the months that followed that very ordeal had been the inspiration for many of his masturbatory fantasies, only ceasing when midway through the Spring Term, Nicolette and her family moved to another part of the country and he was never to see her again.
God, how could he ever come to terms with the fact that at this very moment his cock was so hard it was aching within the confines of his trousers as his beautiful, young girlfriend was suffering the very punishment that all pupils in the school lived in fear of!
As the cane once more descended upon Debbie’s bottom, the force of the impact rang out like a pistol shot from the study, “AH, AH, OW...WOW, OW,” cried Debbie.
Barely had her cries faded and the sound of another searing stroke escaped from the study, “OW, WOW, WOW, OW,” shrieked Debbie.
Outside the study, Martyn placed his hand on the bulge in his trousers, and with his holdall rested on his knees to shield the view should anyone pass by, he wasted little time earnestly working his swollen cock.
With Debbie bent over the desk, Mrs. Davenport, it seemed, was relishing taking out the frustration of her encounter with Amanda Tucker’s mother on the beautiful bare bottom so vulnerably presented.
Debbie had survived the first six strokes, and at this midway point Mrs. Davenport briefly paused and ran her hand over the well-striped contours of Debbie’s buttocks, the touch of the Headmistress’s hand making her wince as it brushed over her exposed cheeks. The swollen, colourful ridges that began to blossom on the pinnacle of each cheek, enough to tell the Headmistress that her efforts with the cane were having the desired effect.
Raising the cane once more, Mrs. Davenport brought it down firmly across the centre of Debbie’s bottom, "OW, AH...... OUCH," squealed Debbie as the sting percolated within her. This perhaps, wasn’t the hardest of strokes and as another stroke of similar force landed on her bottom, Debbie wondered if the remainder of her caning would be at this more tolerable level.
Mrs. Davenport though, had been caning girls’ bottoms for many years and if Debbie had any thoughts of a lenient finale to her caning, the wily, old Headmistress certainly had other ideas.
As the next stroke landed across the upper portion of her bottom with a ferocity that belied the Headmistress’s slender frame, it had Debbie near climbing over the desk, and with barely enough time to regain her composure, another explosive stroke had her writhe across the desk as her entire bottom felt like it couldn’t have hurt more if she had immersed it in boiling water. “OH, OH, OH, OUCH, OUCH, EEEOWCH, OH GOD,” she cried.
“Two more to go,” announced the Headmistress. “The cane hurts, doesn't it Abbott, so let's hope this will be a lesson to you young lady?”
“Y, y, yes, Mrs. Davenport, it really, really hurts, Oh, Oh, Oh,” responded Debbie, her voice strained as she gritted her teeth in anticipation of the final two strokes.
Once more the Headmistress drew back the cane back before unleashing the penultimate stroke. As the full bite of the stroke exploded in her buttocks, Debbie let out a high-pitched scream and contorted wildly, wondering if her bottom would ever recover from the agony of this caning.
“Keep still girl,” yelled the Headmistress as she addressed Debbie’s bottom for the final stroke.
Determined to make the final stroke the hardest, the Headmistress drew the cane back as far as she could before unleashing a truly fearsome stroke which landed with blistering force an inch or so above the point where buttock and thigh merge.
“OW, AH, OW...WOW, OW....AH, AH, OH, AH,” screeched Debbie as she felt as though a red-hot poker had been laid across her ravaged buttocks.
Struggling to come to terms with the pain, Debbie wriggled and writhed across the desk hovering her hands over her wounded buttocks “OH, OH, OH,” she cried as a satisfied smirk appeared on Mrs. Davenport’s face.
With permission granted, Debbie began to frantically rub her wounds in an attempt to at least, quell some of the pain from her throbbing bottom. The feel of the hardened swellings which traversed her once smooth buttocks, bearing testimony to the severity of the caning she had just received. Despite her agony though, she couldn’t help but think what Martyn would think of her now.
They had both agreed that from the moment they arrived at her house, they would close the front door behind them and take off their clothes, spending the entire weekend naked and fucking wherever and whenever they wanted to. With her throbbing bottom now resembling a ploughed field, whatever would he think!
*With Debbie’s caning over, Martyn quietly headed back towards the playground and stood close to the school railings. Thankfully, Robert Etheridge was now nowhere to be seen and he was entirely alone.
With no intention of Debbie ever knowing that he had gone back into the school and hearing every agonising cane stroke that had been applied to her beautiful bottom, he stood casually by the railings, his holdall hanging by its strap across his shoulder and Debbie’s school bag clutched firmly in his hand.
After a few moments, Debbie emerged from the shadow of the school doorway, walking stiffly and slowly towards him. As she got ever closer, her tear-stained face and gentle sobs sent a wave of inner embarrassment through his entire body as he wondered what she would think if she ever found out that he had actually masturbated to his arousal at the plight she had just endured!
Wrapping their arms around each other, Martyn kissed her on the lips, the salty flavour of the tears that had run down her cheeks, a delicious seasoning to the taste of her delightful lips.
As the two embraced, Debbie began sobbing ever louder, “Mrs. bloody Davenport has just caned my bare bum and it really, really hurts, it feels like it’s been roasted.”
“Don’t worry,” said Martyn reassuringly. “You’ll soon be fine, the pain doesn’t last forever, I promise. I should know, I got a hell of a caning from Jackson last year and boy did it hurt, but I soon got over it!”
Debbie did her best to smile through her tears, “But my bum’s covered in really horrible welts and I wanted things to be perfect for us this weekend.”
Taking hold of Debbie’s hand, Martyn smiled and led her towards the school gates, “Come on, let’s go home,” he said as he felt another stirring within his trousers as he imagined her beautiful bottom embossed with the marks of her caning.
“I’m so embarrassed and well, if you want to call the weekend off I promise I’ll understand,” sobbed Debbie.
“No chance,” responded Martyn, the thought of the opportunity to soothe her well-caned bottom with his tongue, at the forefront of his mind.
With the thought that just a few months earlier his masturbatory fantasies had been wildly fuelled by Nicolette Parker’s bare bottom caning, he could now only imagine the future masturbatory fantasies that would be inspired by the caning of his beautiful girlfriend!
The End
With her parents on holiday in Spain, and her elder sister away at university, Debbie had invited Martyn to spend the weekend at her house, their first real opportunity to spend true, intimate time together since becoming an item just three short weeks earlier. Yes, they’d had sex, a few times in fact, but a quick shag in a garden shed or in the dilapidated old pavilion at the disused tennis courts, could not compare to the opportunity afforded by having the comfort of a whole house to themselves for an entire weekend.
As the attractive couple walked slowly across the playground amidst the hubbub of other pupils hastily rushing towards the school gates to make their escape, both Debbie and Martyn focused their thoughts on the weekend ahead. At this moment in time at least, they believed life just couldn’t be more perfect.
Suddenly though, the excitement of their thoughts came to an abrupt end as the tall and willowy figure of Mrs. Davenport, the Headmistress, appeared coming back through the school gates. The Headmistress looked decidedly flustered as she strode with purpose from the pavement outside where she often positioned herself after school on Fridays to engage with parents waiting to collect their sons or daughters.
“Deborah Abbott,” bellowed the Headmistress as she headed towards Debbie and Martyn, “I’ve just had a most unpleasant conversation with Mrs. Tucker out on the pavement regarding the state of her daughter’s blouse and tie. I was expecting to have to wait until Monday morning, but seeing as I’ve caught you now, I think you’d better come with me and explain things in my study before you even think of going anywhere young lady,” squealed the high-pitched tones of the Headmistress.
Handing her school bag to Martyn, an anxious expression appeared on Debbie’s pretty face as she turned to follow the Headmistress back into the school.
Martyn could do no more than stand alone in the middle of the playground bemused as to why his beautiful girlfriend appeared to be in trouble.
As Mrs Davenport headed briskly toward the school’s main entrance, she was soon to disappear from Martyn’s view as she entered the shade of the entrance door with Debbie close behind her.
Inside the building, the Headmistress marched towards her study and opened the door before sternly ushering Debbie in, closing the door so firmly behind her that it bounced slightly ajar.
“Stand in front of my desk Abbott, I think you have some explaining to do young lady,” snarled the Headmistress.
Moving to the opposite side of the desk, the Headmistress sat down firmly in her chair as Debbie positioned herself as instructed. Peering through the circular lenses of her tortoiseshell spectacles, the wizened old Headmistress sat up straight and placed her hands on the well-worn, green leather inlay of her desk.
“Perhaps you can enlighten me Abbott as to why Amanda Tucker came out of the school gates this afternoon with dark blue ink dried into the front of her blouse and tie. Her mother is totally furious.”
Debbie hung her head, “Well, I’m really sorry about that Mrs. Davenport, but well, Mrs. Richards made me sit next to Amanda in history this afternoon and she wouldn’t stop messing about. We’ve only got two weeks until the exam and I really didn’t want to be distracted.”
Pursing her lips, the Headmistress leaned back in her chair, “So flicking ink from your fountain pen and ruining the clothing of another pupil was a justifiable solution?”
Debbie paused to collect her thoughts before responding, “Well, no, no, of course not Mrs. Davenport, I know I shouldn’t have done it but Mrs. Richards understood why I was so annoyed with Amanda, in fact she made her sit at the back of the classroom for the rest of the lesson on her own and told her to behave. Of course, I’ll pay for Amanda’s clothes if that helps.”
“Well, whatever Mrs. Richards may have thought, she’s not the one who has just had to deal with Amanda Tucker’s mother demanding action and telling me that if I can’t control the behaviour of pupils in this school, I should consider resigning!” replied the Headmistress angrily. “And you’re quite right Abbott, you will pay for Amanda Tucker’s clothes,” added the Headmistress.
Debbie took a deep breath and slowly shook her head as tears welled in her large, blue eyes, “Oh God, I’m so sorry for what happened and I’ll never do anything like that again, I promise.”
Martyn had remained alone in the playground. The walk to Debbie’s house was little more than a few minutes and without Mrs. Davenport’s intervention he imagined they would have by now been close to arriving there for what promised to be the best weekend of his life.
“Where’s your sexy bird, don’t tell me she’s stood you up Wetherby?” yelled fellow sixth former and all-round idiot, Robert Etheridge through the railings as he waited on the pavement for his father to arrive in the car. “Maybe I should ask her out myself and give her a damned good fuck, she looks like she could do with one,” giggled Etheridge.
Piss off Etheridge you moron, she wouldn’t touch you with a barge pole and anyway, she doesn’t have sex with virgins,” responded Martyn as he decided to walk back into the building and sit down on one of the benches close to the Headmistress’s Study.
As he sat in the silence of the now empty entrance hall, he noticed that the heavy oak study door was not fully closed. Listening carefully, Martyn was eager to know what Debbie was in trouble for and certainly hoped that it wouldn’t be too much longer before they could head for home.
The Headmistress placed her hands on the arms of her chair and slowly stood up before walking across the study and opening the door of the adjoining stockroom. Debbie watched in trepidation, she had seen in the stockroom before and was aware that as well as being full of exercise books and other school essentials, a collection of punishment implements hung along the side wall.
With footsteps and the opening of the stockroom door the only sound escaping from the study, Martyn carefully unzipped the holdall he had packed with the things he needed for the weekend and rummaged at the bottom to make sure that the five packs of condoms he had plucked up the courage to purchase at the chemist the day before, were still there.
Lifting one of the packets to where he could see it, he smiled at the thought that whatever Debbie was in trouble for, it shouldn’t be too long before he would be alone with her in her parents’ house and his supply of condoms would be put to good use.
After a few moments of pondering in the stockroom, Mrs. Davenport returned, firmly clutching a crook handled senior cane. Debbie’s eyes widened as the headmistress swished the cane through the air a few times as if convincing herself that she had selected the best implement for the task.
“You’re going to receive twelve strokes of the cane on your bare bottom young lady,” growled the Headmistress.
Debbie’s eyes widened ever further and her mouth formed a near-perfect circle, “I’m nearly nineteen Mrs. Davenport, I’m starting work in six weeks as a trainee beautician at the Riverside Health Club, I’ve never been caned before and I really don’t think I should be caned at my age.”
On hearing that Debbie was to be caned, Martyn’s jaw dropped. The thought of his beautiful girlfriend being caned on her bare bottom sent a wave of horror through him. As he breathed heavily in disbelief of what he had just heard, he imagined the whole weekend ahead destroyed, their plans to have sex as many times as their energy allowed, perhaps shattered by the pain and humiliation of a caning.
Martyn recalled being on the receiving end of a caning himself, just a little over a year earlier. He had got into a scuffle with another boy on the opposing team during a soccer match against Greendown Secondary Modern. He had been caned on his bare bottom by Mr. Jackson the Deputy Headmaster. Yes, the cane had hurt like hell, and his bottom had throbbed for ages afterwards, but in a way, that was nothing compared to the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment he had felt at others knowing that he had been caned.
The Headmistress flexed the cane into a semi-circle between her hands, “Well, Abbott, just because you are not far off leaving school for good doesn’t mean that you can avoid appropriate discipline. I’m very pleased to hear that you have secured employment, but mark my words Abbott, you won’t be in employment for very long if you behave as stupidly as you have done today.”
“No, Mrs. Davenport, I realise that,” replied Debbie, meekly.
Using the cane as a pointer, the Headmistress tapped its tip against the leather inlay of her large pedestal desk.
“Bend right over and place your hands here,” she said as she moved the direction of the cane and tapped it against the far edge of the desk.
“Oh please Mrs. Davenport, I’ve got things planned for the weekend, please don’t cane me, please don’t.”
The expression on the Headmistress’s face certainly didn’t suggest that she was in the mood for clemency, “I’m afraid Abbott, that whatever these things are you have planned for the weekend, you’re going to have to do them with an extremely sore bottom, now take down your knickers and let’s get this over with.”
Debbie hung her head, “Very well Mrs. Davenport,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
With no real choice, Debbie reached beneath her skirt and slowly slipped her navy-blue, regulation knickers down to mid-thigh before bending forward across the desk and gripping its far edge as instructed. In so doing, her short, grey pleated skirt rose up just enough to reveal the lower portion of her smooth, firm buttocks beneath its hem. As she lowered her head, Debbie’s long, auburn hair fell to form a curtain around her pretty face.
Debbie was certainly an attractive young lady and despite Martyn’s own good looks and impressive physique, he counted himself incredibly lucky to be going out with the girl who was considered by most of the boys, to be the most fanciable girl in the entire school. Yes, Debbie was tall with a delightful slender figure and with long, auburn hair framing a face so perfect it could have been painted by an artist, she turned heads wherever she went.
As Debbie contemplated what was about to happen to her, the caning itself seemed almost insignificant in comparison to the embarrassment she would encounter as her bare bottom caning was announced in customary fashion to the entire school during assembly on Monday morning.
After raising Debbie’s skirt and tucking it out of the way into its own waistband, Mrs. Davenport offered the cane to the centre of the firm and beautifully formed buttocks on offer. After tapping the cane against them as if weighing up the target, she raised it high above her shoulder and brought it down with a force that nearly lifted Debbie off her feet.
After thrusting her head upward and noisily drawing breath through her teeth, Debbie soon gave way to a cry of “AH, AH, AH.”
Barely had the bite of the first stroke fully ignited within her and another stroke was unleashed, striking her a little lower on her buttocks, “OW, OW, AH, AH,” she cried as she struggled to stay in position, but with no time to fully process the agony, the Headmistress laid a further two strokes in quick succession.
“Eeeeee-Ouch, OW, WOW, WOW,” cried Debbie, wondering how she could possibly endure another eight, agonising strokes before her caning was over.
As Martyn remained outside the study, the sound of Debbie’s caning through the gap in the door began to challenge his thoughts. The cries of anguish which followed each cane stroke, made him want to rush into the study and rescue his girlfriend from this terrible ordeal. Yet, despite his chivalrous intentions, the bulge that had formed in Martyn’s trousers told a different story. Yes, whether he wanted it to happen or not, there was something he was finding incredibly arousing about Debbie getting her delicious bare bottom caned!
Martyn recalled Nicolette Parker, a decent looking blonde girl in his year who had been caned at the beginning of the school year. Nicolette had been caned by Mrs. Davenport for taking another girl’s wristwatch and hiding it as a prank. She had been escorted from class during double maths and taken to the study, where she received twelve strokes of the cane on her bare bottom.
When Nicolette returned to class some twenty minutes later, her face heavily tear-stained as she continued to sob, she was granted permission to stand at her desk for the remainder of the lesson as she claimed that her bottom was too painful to sit on.
Martyn couldn’t help but recall how aroused he had been by Nicolette’s ordeal and the countless times during the months that followed that very ordeal had been the inspiration for many of his masturbatory fantasies, only ceasing when midway through the Spring Term, Nicolette and her family moved to another part of the country and he was never to see her again.
God, how could he ever come to terms with the fact that at this very moment his cock was so hard it was aching within the confines of his trousers as his beautiful, young girlfriend was suffering the very punishment that all pupils in the school lived in fear of!
As the cane once more descended upon Debbie’s bottom, the force of the impact rang out like a pistol shot from the study, “AH, AH, OW...WOW, OW,” cried Debbie.
Barely had her cries faded and the sound of another searing stroke escaped from the study, “OW, WOW, WOW, OW,” shrieked Debbie.
Outside the study, Martyn placed his hand on the bulge in his trousers, and with his holdall rested on his knees to shield the view should anyone pass by, he wasted little time earnestly working his swollen cock.
With Debbie bent over the desk, Mrs. Davenport, it seemed, was relishing taking out the frustration of her encounter with Amanda Tucker’s mother on the beautiful bare bottom so vulnerably presented.
Debbie had survived the first six strokes, and at this midway point Mrs. Davenport briefly paused and ran her hand over the well-striped contours of Debbie’s buttocks, the touch of the Headmistress’s hand making her wince as it brushed over her exposed cheeks. The swollen, colourful ridges that began to blossom on the pinnacle of each cheek, enough to tell the Headmistress that her efforts with the cane were having the desired effect.
Raising the cane once more, Mrs. Davenport brought it down firmly across the centre of Debbie’s bottom, "OW, AH...... OUCH," squealed Debbie as the sting percolated within her. This perhaps, wasn’t the hardest of strokes and as another stroke of similar force landed on her bottom, Debbie wondered if the remainder of her caning would be at this more tolerable level.
Mrs. Davenport though, had been caning girls’ bottoms for many years and if Debbie had any thoughts of a lenient finale to her caning, the wily, old Headmistress certainly had other ideas.
As the next stroke landed across the upper portion of her bottom with a ferocity that belied the Headmistress’s slender frame, it had Debbie near climbing over the desk, and with barely enough time to regain her composure, another explosive stroke had her writhe across the desk as her entire bottom felt like it couldn’t have hurt more if she had immersed it in boiling water. “OH, OH, OH, OUCH, OUCH, EEEOWCH, OH GOD,” she cried.
“Two more to go,” announced the Headmistress. “The cane hurts, doesn't it Abbott, so let's hope this will be a lesson to you young lady?”
“Y, y, yes, Mrs. Davenport, it really, really hurts, Oh, Oh, Oh,” responded Debbie, her voice strained as she gritted her teeth in anticipation of the final two strokes.
Once more the Headmistress drew back the cane back before unleashing the penultimate stroke. As the full bite of the stroke exploded in her buttocks, Debbie let out a high-pitched scream and contorted wildly, wondering if her bottom would ever recover from the agony of this caning.
“Keep still girl,” yelled the Headmistress as she addressed Debbie’s bottom for the final stroke.
Determined to make the final stroke the hardest, the Headmistress drew the cane back as far as she could before unleashing a truly fearsome stroke which landed with blistering force an inch or so above the point where buttock and thigh merge.
“OW, AH, OW...WOW, OW....AH, AH, OH, AH,” screeched Debbie as she felt as though a red-hot poker had been laid across her ravaged buttocks.
Struggling to come to terms with the pain, Debbie wriggled and writhed across the desk hovering her hands over her wounded buttocks “OH, OH, OH,” she cried as a satisfied smirk appeared on Mrs. Davenport’s face.
With permission granted, Debbie began to frantically rub her wounds in an attempt to at least, quell some of the pain from her throbbing bottom. The feel of the hardened swellings which traversed her once smooth buttocks, bearing testimony to the severity of the caning she had just received. Despite her agony though, she couldn’t help but think what Martyn would think of her now.
They had both agreed that from the moment they arrived at her house, they would close the front door behind them and take off their clothes, spending the entire weekend naked and fucking wherever and whenever they wanted to. With her throbbing bottom now resembling a ploughed field, whatever would he think!
*With Debbie’s caning over, Martyn quietly headed back towards the playground and stood close to the school railings. Thankfully, Robert Etheridge was now nowhere to be seen and he was entirely alone.
With no intention of Debbie ever knowing that he had gone back into the school and hearing every agonising cane stroke that had been applied to her beautiful bottom, he stood casually by the railings, his holdall hanging by its strap across his shoulder and Debbie’s school bag clutched firmly in his hand.
After a few moments, Debbie emerged from the shadow of the school doorway, walking stiffly and slowly towards him. As she got ever closer, her tear-stained face and gentle sobs sent a wave of inner embarrassment through his entire body as he wondered what she would think if she ever found out that he had actually masturbated to his arousal at the plight she had just endured!
Wrapping their arms around each other, Martyn kissed her on the lips, the salty flavour of the tears that had run down her cheeks, a delicious seasoning to the taste of her delightful lips.
As the two embraced, Debbie began sobbing ever louder, “Mrs. bloody Davenport has just caned my bare bum and it really, really hurts, it feels like it’s been roasted.”
“Don’t worry,” said Martyn reassuringly. “You’ll soon be fine, the pain doesn’t last forever, I promise. I should know, I got a hell of a caning from Jackson last year and boy did it hurt, but I soon got over it!”
Debbie did her best to smile through her tears, “But my bum’s covered in really horrible welts and I wanted things to be perfect for us this weekend.”
Taking hold of Debbie’s hand, Martyn smiled and led her towards the school gates, “Come on, let’s go home,” he said as he felt another stirring within his trousers as he imagined her beautiful bottom embossed with the marks of her caning.
“I’m so embarrassed and well, if you want to call the weekend off I promise I’ll understand,” sobbed Debbie.
“No chance,” responded Martyn, the thought of the opportunity to soothe her well-caned bottom with his tongue, at the forefront of his mind.
With the thought that just a few months earlier his masturbatory fantasies had been wildly fuelled by Nicolette Parker’s bare bottom caning, he could now only imagine the future masturbatory fantasies that would be inspired by the caning of his beautiful girlfriend!
The End
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