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“May I be excused now Miss?”
The time was now exactly a quarter to four – his appointment with the Headmaster was in ten minutes.
Miss Sheighal had just finished chalking up on the blackboard the piece to be translated into French for homework.
“And what makes you think you can sneak off early Brown?” she challenged jokily and then wandered over to Jason Brown’s desk.
He handed her the plain white envelope which contained his formal notification of punishment. As she read it Jason watched her expression change to one of concern – he was one of the young, blond and pretty teacher’s favourites…
The fact was that yesterday afternoon he had been throwing a tennis ball round in an empty classroom during dinner break when it had bounced off at an angle and smashed a light fitting. He had reported it to the caretaker who had taken his name and assured him that provided his parents ‘cough up’ for the damage then no further action would be taken.
Wrong.
That morning, just before the commencement of lessons, he was summoned in to see the Headmaster, Mr ‘No Nonsense’ Mackenzie about the incident. Mackenzie, who was six foot, grey haired with rugged features and piercing blue eyes, informed him coldly: “You have done the right thing by admitting to your misdemeanour which in the outside world would be construed as criminal damage, however, are there not numerous notices posted prohibiting the playing of ball games within the school buildings, hmm?”
“Yes, y-yes sir,’ he had stuttered out.
“Normally in circumstances such as these you would be liable to six hard strokes of the cane however I believe honesty should be encouraged – I will reflect upon the matter. Mrs Ashley, my secretary, will convey my final decision to you during the day. Now get back to class.”
“T-Thank you, sir.”
His first lesson after dinner was Mathematics and when he had arrived outside the class he had been met by a grinning Mrs Ashley holding an envelope in her hand.
“Here you are Brown. Open it straight away.’ She thrust the letter into his shaking hand.
Mrs Ashley was tall for a female, about forty, slim and with long chestnut coloured hair. She was quite good looking with elegant features but could be a bitch, for want of a better term, at times. It was school policy that she attended and witnessed the physical punishment of pupils. And you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to see that she derived a quiet sadistic satisfaction from that role either.
He tore open the letter – he was to receive four strokes of the cane at five to four and just ten minutes before school finished.
What a dreadful way to start the weekend, he thought.
“See you later, Brown.” Mrs Ashley had smiled, her cold blue eyes betraying a cruel delight, before turning on her high heels and click-clacking down the corridor…
Miss Sheighal folded up the notification of punishment letter and slipped it back into the envelope. As she handed it back to Jason she gently placed the palm of her hand over his trembling one in a small act of sympathy for his plight – they both knew that in a few minutes he would be bent over with his pants and trousers about his ankles whilst Mr Mackenzie viciously laid the cane onto his exposed buttocks.
“Okay, you’d better be off then.” She wanted to put her arm around him but that would have been considered inappropriate, yet beating an eighteen old youth black and blue wasn’t!
Jason collected his books and put them back into his leather satchel. He then exited from the classroom, made his way down the staircase and along to the foyer where the Headmaster’s office was located. As he rounded the corner he was surprised to see a figure forlornly sat on the bench outside the Headmaster’s. He was more surprised to see that the figure was female, and even more surprised to recognise the girl as being Elizabeth Munroe who he was in the same year as him but a different class. He also held a secret crush on her.
He plonked himself down a discrete distance apart on the bench. She looked round briefly, acknowledged his presence, and then returned to her introspection.
He wondered what she had done wrong to warrant a caning – there would be no other reason for her to be here late on a Friday afternoon. She didn’t live that far from him and they caught the same bus home each day after school. She could be quite cheeky and loud at times but he never got the impression she was a bad person. He wanted desperately to talk to her but he lacked the courage and despite his own predicament he would have sought to console her. But he didn’t, instead he stole discrete glances at her periodically.
She had long, almost frizzy, black hair. She had small and pretty features with a Latin complexion and her eyes were the colour of olives. Although she was petite she gave the impression of being quite strong and her breasts were more than ample.
She had obviously come straight from a games class as she was dressed in a short sleeved yellow polo shirt with a short, plaited, navy-blue skirt. On her feet were a pair of white plimsolls – she wasn’t wearing socks. Her sun bronzed bare arms were quite shapely and home to a few small dark moles. Her toned legs were slightly less tanned and her calves rather beguiling.
He wondered what it would be like to embrace and then French kiss her—
The door clicked and then swung open.
“Miss Munroe, the Headmaster will see you now,” Mrs Ashley announced flatly.
She went to pick up her briefcase and sports bag but was told to leave it where it was. With an air of resignation she stood up and then entered the office meekly with Mrs Ashley closing the door behind her.
He imagined what would be happening – accounts of canings circulated freely around the school. First, she would be requested to sign the punishment book then with Mrs Ashley beside her she would be ordered to lower her knickers and bend over with her palms placed down on a chair. Next, her skirt would be lifted up to allow the cane to impact upon naked flesh in order to maximise the pain—
He heard a ‘crack’ and a muffled sigh.
One, he thought and then wondered how many she had been sentenced to.
A few seconds later he discerned another stroke land but she had taken that one in silence.
He glanced down at her belongings. She had a sports bag, probably hand sewn, constructed out of denim with her regular school uniform no doubt folded and within.
There was another crack, number three, and he heard her cry out.
Her briefcase was quite slim and fabricated out of light tan leather. Attached to the handle was a small cuddly brown teddy bear with a cute bow tie made out of pink ribbon – probably a gift from a loved one, or a boyfriend. It would most likely have sentimental value to her and give her comfort at times to know that someone loved her – it was providing scant comfort for her now.
The fourth stroke sounded even louder and he could clearly distinguish her sobbing. He speculated that that may be the last one. He heard voices and shuffling around.
Another ‘whack’ – it was going to be the full six. What had she done?
There was a pause of about thirty seconds and then another stroke of the cane but this time accompanied by a scream. What an ordeal for her he thought, but he reminded himself that he too would be suffering very shortly.
The door opened suddenly, she emerged out, and was then shut immediately behind her. She was crying openly and her skirt was still lifted up. Her white knickers were in place but he noticed a line of bl**d across them – the bastard had cut her. Embarrassed, she swiftly smoothed her skirt back into position. She massaged her bottom then picked up her belongings. For an instant their eyes met – companions in pain – and then she walked off unsteadily in the direction of the girl’s toilets presumably to freshen up and get changed.
A wave of emotion washed over him – he wanted to cry, to cry for her…
He heard the door handle turn. Mrs Ashley smiling malevolently held out her hand and with her index finger silently beckoned him in.
A chill tingle grasped his testicles as he rose from the bench…
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