by Mike London
At Bishop Hardinge's school it was considered rather daring to smoke cigarettes as this was against the rules and if you were caught you were likely to be caned.
Susan Allen was a quiet and law-abiding girl and kept out of trouble. One day, however, her new friend Debbie Russell came up to her with some cigarettes and asked her if she wanted to smoke one. Susan knew that Debbie smoked quite a lot and, in fact, she had got the cane for it in the previous term. She didn't want her friend to think she was scared so they went to a far off, secluded corner of the playing field.
It was only about the third or fourth cigarette Susan had ever smoked, and she wasn't really enjoying it, when they heard somebody coming. The girls were relieved when it turned out to be Kate, Debbie's older sister. But they were shocked when she said that she was a prefect and that she was going to have to report them to the headmistress. They didn't believe that she could really mean it and Debbie wouldn't give her the cigarettes when she asked for them. She walked off, saying again that she would report them both.
They finished their cigarettes before going back inside for the rest of the lunch hour. Sue asked her friend if she thought Kate might really mean it. She still didn't think so, but they'd had a row the day before and Sue got the impression that she was not too sure.
They found out as soon as afternoon school started. Miss Finch, their class teacher, read their names out and told them to report to Mr Fowler after school that afternoon. Mr Fowler was the deputy headmaster and was responsible for inflicting corporal punishment when this was deemed necessary in the opinion of Mrs Woodman, the headmistress. After that announcement Sue couldn't pay much attention to the rest of that day's lessons. She was aware of the other girls in her class looking at her and Debbie and whispering to each other about what was going to happen to the two of them.
After school, as she and her friend made their way along the corridors to Mr Fowler's office, she asked Debbie whether she thought there was any chance that they wouldn't get the cane. She was not cheered up when Debbie said that she was sure that they would. She'd had the cane for smoking before and Mr Fowler was not likely to let her off with anything less this time. And if he caned her he would have to cane Susan as well.
Debbie saw that Sue was really terrified, and she stood still to talk to her. "I'm not looking forward to this either, Sue," she said. "I hate getting the cane! It bloody well hurts like hell! But there's nothing we can do about it. And it's not the end of the world - we'll live! You'll only make it worse by getting so worked up!"
Susan tried to put a brave face on, but Debbie's words had not made her feel any better.
When they reached Mr Fowler's door, Debbie knocked and the girls went in. The deputy headmaster looked very angry. He asked them for the cigarettes and Debbie opened her school case and dug them out. Unceremoniously, he threw the packet in the bin. Then he told them both to go and stand facing the wall, hands on heads, and not to talk to each other. When the girls were in position Mr Fowler resumed the paperwork he had been doing.
Nothing happened for more than a quarter of an hour. The deputy headmaster knew that a period of waiting and apprehension would increase the effect of the punishment. He was certainly right so far as Sue was concerned. She was very near to tears when there was a knock on the door and Mrs Whitfield, the French teacher, came in. She completely ignored the two culprits and had a brief conversation with Mr Fowler. As they talked, Sue hardly knew whether she wanted them to carry on talking and so delay her punishment or whether she wanted the awful, stomach-churning waiting to be over. When she had finished, Mrs Whitfield glanced at the girls and said, "Well, I'd better let you get on then. I can see you've got some work to do!"
After she left, Susan, still facing the wall, heard Mr Fowler get up from his desk and open a cupboard. Then she heard something being placed on the desk. She could guess what that was. The deputy headmaster told them to turn round and Sue saw the light brown cane lying on his desk. It was slender, slightly curved, and nearly three feet in length. Susan's knees knocked together at the thought of the effect of that stick on her bottom.
Mr Fowler said that he had no alternative other than to cane them both. He said that he hoped that Debbie realised that her sister had only done her duty in reporting them. He said that he would deal more severely with Debbie as she had procured the cigarettes and she had been punished for smoking before.
"Right, Debbie," he said, "you know the form. Let's show Susan what happens to naughty girls' bottoms! Susan, you stand where you are and keep your hands on your head. It will be your turn soon enough!"
Biting her lips, Debbie moved a tall stool into the centre of the office. The memory of her last caning, only the term before, was still very clear to her and she knew what was expected. Mr Fowler watched impassively as she slowly started to unbutton her blue school skirt, stepped out of it and left it on the teacher's desk. Glumly the fifteen-year-old bent over the stool, gripping the lowest crossbar tightly.
Sue had a clear view of her friend's pert schoolgirl bottom, encased in tight-fitting regulation blue school panties, trembling slightly, waiting for the cane. But Mr Fowler was not satisfied.
"Oh no, my girl! You're not getting away with that!" he said. "I warned you last time that if you were sent to me again it would be panties down! Now, get them down right away, miss!"
Debbie protested, but it was to no avail. Reluctantly, the humiliated girl inched her panties down, before Susan's horrified stare, until they fell to her ankles revealing the delicate pale flesh of her rounded buttocks. Then, with an audible sigh, she once more bent over the stool. She kept both her legs dead straight and tightly pressed together.
Sue watched in appalled horror as Mr Fowler removed his jacket and picked up the cane. He tapped it across the centre of Debbie's bottom, denting the soft flesh. Then he slowly raised it to the full extent of his arm and whipped it down with great force.
Susan had not fully realised just how severe a punishment a caning was. It was just terrifying to see the speed and force of that stroke, and to imagine the effect of that flexible cane wielded with a grown man's full strength across a teenage girl's bared, vulnerable bottom. She gasped as the cane rose again and she saw a white line form across the full width of Debbie's quivering behind before quickly reddening. Sue turned away and closed her eyes. She didn't want to believe this was really happening.
Susan could close her eyes, but not her ears. Debbie's whole body had shuddered at the impact of that first stroke, but she had remained in position, grunting as the intense stinging pain bit home. But after the third stroke Debbie gave vent to an ear-splitting yell of pain...
"Arghh ... Yeeowww!"
Shocked, Sue opened her eyes again and looked to see what was going on. Debbie's feet were beating a tattoo on the floor as she bent over the stool and she could see some light brown curls peeping through the gap in her thighs.
Debbie could no longer keep still. After the fourth whack, delivered with unrelenting force to her gyrating behind, she yelled again and half rose and turned towards the deputy headmaster. Sue could see that she had started to cry. She felt sick at the thought that it would be her turn soon. Mr Fowler caught hold of the tall fourth-former, bent her over again and forced her back into position.
"You don't seem to have learned anything from your last visit here," the deputy said. "I hope the message will get through to you this time!" Then he drew the cane back and was just about to deliver the next stroke when Debbie suddenly reached back and protected her bottom with her hands. Mr Fowler just checked himself in time, and angrily told Debbie that she was lucky she hadn't got her fingers broken. He said that if Debbie was not prepared to stay in position and take her well-deserved medicine he would ask Susan to hold her down, and he would give her extra strokes. He said Debbie had known what to expect if she was caught smoking again.
After that, Debbie stayed in position for the last two strokes but she yelled loudly at each and drummed her feet in pain. She was no longer trying to keep her legs together as she had at first, and from her frantic squirmings and wrigglings and her anguished yelps it was obvious to Sue just how much of an effort it was taking her to stay in place. After the sixth stroke the deputy told Debbie to get up.
She straightened and her hands went immediately to her wealed backside. The sobbing teenager danced around the office in agony, not even thinking about covering herself up. Mr Fowler allowed her a few seconds to recover and then told her to pull up her panties and put her skirt back on again.
Debbie had been slow about lowering her panties but she took even longer to pull them up again. Ugly raised weals covered the whole surface of her bottom and she gasped and squealed as she painfully manoeuvred the navy blue panties into place. Sue was absolutely petrified. Her friend was so tall, so tough, and yet a mere six blows from that supple wand had sufficed to reduce her to tearful humiliation.
The deputy ordered Debbie to go and stand by the wall and turned his attention to the second of the two girls. "All right, Susan. Skirt off and over the stool!"
Desperately hoping that there would be some miraculous intervention, the frightened girl took as much time as she dared in complying with Mr Fowler's instructions, but she ended up soon enough draped over the stool with her trembling bottom upthrust for its ordeal. Mr Fowler allowed Susan to retain her panties for her punishment. In fact he knew perfectly well that the thin school panties didn't provide any real protection from his cane. But he was quite aware that the girls all hated having to take their panties down and be punished on the bare, and regarded this as a much worse punishment.
Pretty little Susan escaped relatively lightly compared to her friend. Mr Fowler whacked his cane down four times over her navy blue school panties, rather than the six awarded to Debbie, and he did not use so much force in her punishment. Nevertheless, the effect on the fourth former was traumatic. The normally well-behaved girl had never before even been spanked, and the acute sting imparted by the deputy's cane shocked her.
She yelled out loud at each stroke and, although she grimly held on to the crossbar of the stool for dear life, her bottom was weaving wildly from side to side by the time the fourth stroke sliced in.
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