by Frank Martinet
Headmaster Dalton Smith had certainly noted the jutting shelf of Jennica Cole's buttocks under her regulation skirt, but until the uniform came off, the full nature of what he had on his hands wasn't clear. Now that he saw the tiny, vee-shaped panties vainly attempting to contain the startlingly round globes, he knew he had an extraordinary situation that would require extraordinary measures.
"Knickers off," he grunted. "Come on, Miss Cole. We don't have all day."
The eighteen-year-old gave him a rather bland glare over her shoulder. Under different circumstances she might have protested his authority, but having just been caught snogging the hunky 20-year-old lawn boy in the garden shed, she was on thin ice. Such behavior was grounds for expulsion and her father had made clear the consequences of such an eventuality. The Head was doing her a favor by merely thrashing her.
So she swallowed her complaints and reached behind to pluck the fabric out of her crack and wiggle the dainty underwear down her sleek thighs.
Dalton watched with a pounding heart and more blood flow to his lower regions than in the past decade. The arse was absolutely perfect. Jennica was amazingly fit, her willowy body smooth and toned. She was an enthusiastic dancer and runner, though not so much that she was all hard muscle. Her bum was delightfully bouncy - he could see that from the way the cheeks jiggled when the snug panties set them free. It jutted so predominantly that it couldn't possibly be too solid. The heavy globes rose up like rounds of Dutch cheese off that slender back. He could hardly wait to cut into them with his cane.
The decision was made. A bottom like this couldn't suffer an ordinary beating. Dalton opened the cabinet by his desk and began removing implements.
"Hold out your hands," he ordered the half-naked girl, who obeyed despite the puzzled look on her face. He filled her arms with canes, paddles, and a thick leather strap split into two tails at the end. "Now let's go."
He opened the door and gestured for Jennica to exit. She stared at him in disbelief. "But-" she began, her eyes falling to her discarded skirt and ivory panties on a nearby chair.
"Leave them. You can get dressed when we're finished. Now out, Miss Cole."
Jennica took a tentative step toward the door. No doubt she felt ridiculous in just her white blouse, navy blazer and tie, stockings, and black shoes. She was dressed top and bottom, and utterly bare in the middle, where it counted. She couldn't even cover her sex as her arms were busy carrying the awkward bundle of punishment tools.
There was a short corridor outside the door. To the left was the administrative offices where the Head's secretary, Assistant Headmaster, Admissions Director, and others conducted their work. Jennica blanched at the idea of marching through that crowed area dressed - or rather, undressed - as she was.
But once she was in the hall, Dalton indicated she should go to her right. The door there was closed and locked, but the Head had a key. To her horror, this led them into the bright sunshine outside. Jennica gasped and tried to step back inside, but the man was too quick, closing and locking her way back.
"What... what are we doing?" she cried. Her voice cracked awkwardly. The bravado she'd shown earlier when she'd agreed to the caning was rapidly fading.
"Up the path," said Dalton, pointing. He would have led, but it was much more fun to follow. Those big bare cheeks rocked and jiggled as Jennica hurried nervously forward, her face hot pink as she worried someone would see.
But it was only two o'clock and her peers were all in classes. The parking lot to the left was full of vehicles, but no people. This was the rear of the school, so the right was nothing but a long brick wall.
At the end of the cement walk was grass leading to the games ground in the distance. Jennica could see footballers and reluctant joggers far away and prayed they couldn't see that she wasn't wearing a skirt. She balked moving forward, but then the headmaster bumped into her from behind, his raised knee colliding with the soft mound of her right buttock.
"Oh!" she grunted.
"Keep going, Miss Cole," said the man grumpily. "Off to the left."
The large rectangular gymnasium loomed there. Jennica approached it warily, but felt it was better to be inside than out on the public lawn. She pushed open the door and they entered.
Fortunately, the large room was empty, all the physical education students out on the playing fields. But Jennica knew they'd come back eventually, tall jocks in shorts heading for the showers. She was already blushing intensely.
"Over there." Dalton pointed to a door to the left of the gymnasium floor. Jennica hurried forward. Inside was a large 30-foot exercise room. Heavy weights were neatly arranged on a rack along one wall. She also spotted elastic bands, giant exercise balls, jump ropes, and other equipment. The only furniture in the room were some benches and a vaulting horse in one corner.
With the door closed, the two were alone, which relieved the girl considerably. At the Head's word, she deposited her load of weapons on the floor. Staring at them, she seemed to suddenly realize what they were and recoiled. She stared at Dalton in horror.
"I'm afraid your situation requires extraordinary measures," he explained. "I can't let you off with a mere six with the cane."
"I-I figured it would be more than six," Jennica said humbly. "But you can't use all this!"
"Why not?"
The answer was so obvious to Jennica that she could think of nothing to say. The more she thought about it, the less certain she was that she was right. Why not indeed? Surely the school had rules about the punishments that could be inflicted, but then this was an unusual situation. If she went by the letter of the law, she'd be expelled. Much better to take even an extraordinary spanking than allow her father to cut her off as he'd promised.
The headmaster seated himself on a nearby bench. He patted his lap. "Bring me that small paddle and we'll begin with a little smacking."
Blushing heavily, Jennica found the book-sized board and brought it to the man. Then she humbly draped herself across his legs, feeling ridiculous, her bare bottom the highest point of her body. She thought the shame was the worst until she felt the first stinging swat of the little board. The shock was fiery, the wood driving hard into her right buttock. Several in a row had her gasping and writhing, and then he duplicated the pink stain on the left cheek. After that, things got fuzzy, as the raw pain filled her mind.
Dalton enjoyed himself thoroughly, spanking the mature teen across his lap like a little girl. He was absolutely right about the quality of Jennica's rump, for the meaty globes spanked brilliantly. The small paddle was just right, being thick and solid and covering about half of a buttock. It smashed in hard and made the mound ripple and bounce, but the resilient cheek quickly sprang back into glorious roundness almost instantly.
The headmaster marveled at the carmine coloring he was achieving, watching the vivid pink gradually spread across the pert globes. He realized that Jennica must be even naughtier than he had known, because he detected no trace of bikini lines on her sun-warmed bottom. Her golden skin was definitely tanned, even the expansive real estate of her pretty arse. Of course, now it was really getting tanned in the proper manner, the pine paddle imparting an intense red to the light carmel coloring.
As Dalton spanked happily away, Jennica was struggling to cope with the outrageous stinging. It had been quite a few years since she'd last been in this position, if you didn't count a few playful spankings from boyfriends. She'd been caned twice at a previous school, the first just three strokes and the second a much more uncomfortable six. Both had been over her knickers, though, and from a female Head. Jennica had been young, too, just fourteen and fifteen respectively. She was much more mature now, but several minutes of vigorous paddling was putting her limits to the test. She began to wail and wiggle, unable to hide her discomfort any longer.
"Getting warm?" asked Dalton, running a gnarled palm across the silky hinds. The flesh was feverish, the girl heaving with relief at the stoppage of the spanking. Her rump quivered in his hand.
"Let's get some proper heat into these cheeks," he said, rising to his feet. Jennica staggered as she was abruptly returned upright, her legs wobbly beneath her. Her hands went to massage her steaming butt, but the Head slapped them away with a stern rebuke.
"There'll be time for that later. For now, you keep the target area free. I need to see my work."
Humiliated, Jennica looked away, standing with her bottom on show and her hands on head. She watched nervously as the man found a much larger paddle in the pile, this one a two-foot plank that looked as heavy as stone.
"How many?" she asked, leaning forward slightly to round her bum and thrust it in the direction of the headmaster.
"Just a few to impart some good color and warmth. Don't think this counts toward your thrashing, though. That's still to come and you can be assured it'll be a good sound one."
The teen drove her strong white upper teeth into her lower lip to keep from saying something she would regret. She held position as the board was raised behind her, and then her world exploded into red and a thousand bees simultaneously stabbing her in the arse. When the stars finally went away she found she was dancing crazily, her buttocks bouncing as she jumped about, the mounds brick red and throbbing.
This was repeated several more times and it didn't get any easier. The big board covered her whole butt and made it burn like 50 spanks with a slipper. Soon her groans became sobs, hot tears trickling from her eyes.
Dalton gave her a few more, ensuring the arse was a steady shade of vermilion and that the sitters would be tender for the next few days.
"Put your hands flat on the bench," he commanded.
With relief Jennica watched him discard the big paddle, but then her worry returned as he approached with the leather tawse. It was almost as long as the paddle, but much narrower. The flat strap was thick and hard, and she screamed out loud when the first burning lash caught her bare bum.
"Oh! Ow!"
Thwack!
"Eeek!"
Thwack!
"Oh my lord in heaven," Jennica groaned. "Please, I've had enough!"
"We haven't even started yet, my dear. I'm just getting you warmed up for the cane!"
Jennica's protest was erased by another deadly thwack of the tawse as it swiped low across her buttocks, almost onto her thighs, leaving behind a glowing brand of tingling fire.
She soon lost count of the number of strokes, for the headmaster lashed steadily and didn't give her much time between them. Soon every inch of her arse had been strapped at least twice, and yet still the man continued to whip her. She couldn't believe the sting, especially the low blows across her upper thighs that left her breathless with pain.
A few minutes later Jennica found herself bent in half touching her toes. Unfortunately, this wasn't for her 'real' caning - that was still to come - but for a touch up with a light junior rod. The thing was beastly thin, almost a switch in its flexibility, and though the Head didn't swing it that hard, every slice seemed to cut her like a razor.
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