by Rue Chapman
Julianne joined the other students filing into the assembly hall, trying to suppress a smile. This was it, the day she'd been working towards. She knew her final exam results were superb. She'd be Dux of the school for sure. Then on to university, and life would be wonderful. Perfect planning. Julianne knew she was about to be called up in front of the whole school to be commended by the principal. She had worked so hard for this moment, and it was all about to pay off.
Mr Cooper smiled at the assembled faces. "Before we begin the assembly proper I would like to call Julianne Stemple up to the stage." Julianne stood up and made her way to the stage, smiling modestly. "Now everyone here knows Julianne. I would like to say that her exam results are the best ever recorded for our school." Scattered applause. Julianne glowed. "In fact they show a remarkable improvement on her work in previous years." Julianne smiled. "A truly remarkable improvement." The smile shrank a little. She'd certainly needed to use all her resources to get those results. "Such a result certainly gets our school noticed, which affects all of you. In fact, I have some students here who would like to congratulate Julianne personally on her work." Julianne watched six students file on stage. The smile stayed in place, but only because every muscle in her body was paralysed.
Steven Ho, Daniel Hattersley, Connie Stamopoulos, David Vella, Mei Ling, and Emma Simpson-Browne filed onto the stage. The colour slowly drained from Julianne's face.
"Each of these students came to me and told me a similar story. It took courage for them to do so. I'd like them to share those stories with all of you."
Daniel stepped forward. "My father is a minister, her family go to our church. A week before the exams she came to me and said she'd go to the police and say my father had touched her unless I put her name on my Science paper."
The watching students started to pay much more attention than usual.
After a moment's hesitation, Connie Stamopoulos stepped forward. "Julianne asked me to go shopping with her after school. As we came out of one shop the alarm went off. Julianne had slipped a blouse into my bag. She ran away and the shop people caught me. I paid for the blouse but they said they'd call the police if it happened again. Then just before the exams she said if she told on me I'd be expelled, I'd never get to university, and my family would be shamed, so I had to put her name on my Economics paper and she'd put my name on hers.
And so it went on. Emma's English results in exchange for her silence about a trip to a certain clinic; Mei Ling's computer course results or photographs of Mei with her boyfriend would be sent to her father; Steven's Maths paper or she'd tell the police he'd tried to sell drugs to her; David's History marks or she'd report him for car theft. In each case the evidence was twisted or totally fabricated.
Mr Cooper surveyed the stunned audience. "We have informed the Board of Studies that there was a mix-up at the school, and the marks will be credited to their correct recipients. All parents have been informed - " a few of the students wriggled nervously - "so it only remains to deal with Miss Stemple."
Julianne looked around desperately. How could it all have gone so wrong? The plan had seemed perfect. How could those jerks dare to tell on her!
"Now, Julianne, first I think you will apologise to the school as a whole, and the students you blackmailed. Well, come on girl, we're all waiting."
Julianne's brain wasn't working, she couldn't think of a single plan to get herself out of this. She tried to find her voice; right now she'd have to go along with things, but there had to be a way out. "I - I'm sorry I behaved badly." Pause. Expectant pause. Waiting for more. "Er, I wanted so badly to do well in the exams, and I suppose I got a bit, um, I shouldn't have been so - er - determined." Hmm... maybe if she was REALLY sorry, squeezed out a few tears... "I realise now that I was very wrong, but I was just so worried about my exam results. I know I don't deserve to be forgiven, but I do apologise most sincerely." That should make them happy.
"Very well Julianne, I'm glad you acknowledge your disgraceful behaviour. I'm sure the students will accept your apology, but of course there is one more thing to attend to." Julianne looked at the Headmaster, what was the old fart on about now? "I refer of course to the matter of punishment. Now what do you think you deserve for your actions?"
Plan A obviously had its limitations. Think of a Plan B FAST! "Er, I deserve to be expelled sir." That should do it.
"Expulsion is automatic in such cases. But obviously other penalties will also be applied. Traditional penalties. And for behaviour as heinous as this, those penalties will be carried out right now, right here."
The atmosphere was intense. Several hundred students made absolutely no sound or movement, no-one wanted to risk being sent out of assembly today.
Plan B seemed a bit slow in coming. C? D? Julianne tried desperately to think of something fast.
The headmaster looked at her sternly. "You will receive six strokes of the cane. In front of the whole school." He nodded to Miss Stanley, the Deputy Head, who carefully placed a chair at centre front of the stage, its back to the captivated audience. Julianne waited for Plan E to arrive. She seemed to be stuck with Plan Z, which involved bending over that damned nasty chair. Miss Stanley helpfully took one arm and urged her forward.
"Hands on the seat please. The chair seat. That's the way." Helpful bitch. Maybe she could get some embarrassing candid photos of Miss Bitch Stanley and post them on the net.
Julianne realised she was bent over the chair back, bottom high. Damn Plan Z.
Well, how bad could six be?
Just when you think it can't get any worse - Miss Stanley carefully lifted Julianne's skirt and tucked it into her waistband. The whole school took a moment to enjoy the sight of delicate pink flowers on white knickers.
Julianne couldn't believe it, her panties on shameful display. Six sounded a lot worse now.
She could hear a whistling sound as Mr. Cooper tested the cane. Few pupils in the school had ever seen it, just knowing it was there was usually enough to ensure good behaviour. The Headmaster raised his arm, took aim at the helpless target, then -
"Just what do you think you are doing!"
Julianne sighed with relief at the sound of her mother's voice. She could hear the pounding feet as her mother stamped down the aisle towards the stage.
"You can't cane my daughter like that! How dare you!" Julianne listened as her mother's feet stamped down the aisle to the stage. Thank God! Her parents had never spanked her, her mother would certainly not approve of a public caning for her darling daughter. Now her mother was up on the stage, hurrying to her daughter's side, "Just what are you thinking!"
The Headmaster lowered the cane, "Mrs. Stemple, I explained this to you on the phone. We believe Julianne's behaviour warrants the severest discipline. If her victims chose to go to the police instead, the consequences could have been much worse."
Mrs. Stemple stood by her daughter. Julianne started to stand up at last, safe now. "I said you can't cane her like this. And I meant it." She reached out and pushed her daughter down again, then swiftly tugged Julianne's panties to her knees. "It should be like this."
Julianne gasped in shock. The entire assembly hall froze. The headmaster seemed nonplussed. "We don't cane on the bare, Mrs. Stemple."
"Well, in this case I give you permission. In fact I insist on it. Her father agrees, he's flying home from his conference to deal with the problem. We both feel that Julianne needs to receive the strongest possible message that her behaviour won't be tolerated."
Julianne stayed bent over the chair, not able to believe that this was happening. They could see her bare bottom!! And a lot more, bent over like this. Her mother did this to her! Her mother who was always so easy to con, a soft touch. She wasn't listening to their conversation, her mind was cycling over and over the fact that they could see her bare bottom!!
The students unanimously decided that this was the best assembly the school had ever held. Many of the male students seemed to be having trouble sitting up straight, but they were all giving their rapt attention to events on the stage. Julianne's bare bottom, full pale cheeks and glimpses of her most private feminine charms, held every gaze. Julianne had many enemies in this audience, victims of previous little schemes of hers. She had lied, threatened, cheated, shifted blame to others, and now every student who had suffered at her hands was enraptured at the thought of what was to come. Justice for all.
Mrs. Stemple had convinced Mr. Cooper that it was best to do things her way. Nothing outranks a mother on the rampage. She stepped back to give the headmaster plenty of room to swing the thin, whippy cane. Newly oiled, it gleamed in the light. Once again he drew it back, then sent it whistling to its target.
Julianne wasn't following events on the stage, her attention was focused on her bare bottom, until -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
A line of fire bit across her cheeks. She tried to scream but couldn't draw a breath. After about thirty seconds the pain subsided enough to give her a chance to breathe and then -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
- just below the first one. Julianne rose up on her toes as the white-hot fire bit. She made a choked, whimpering sound as she tried to -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
- and this time she managed a shriek of shock, outrage, and pain. Three angry red stripes marked one set of cheeks, tears streaked the other, then -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
- on the tender underside of her cheeks. She'd feel that one every time she tried to sit down for the next week. This time as she shrieked she did a strange jiggling dance, bouncing her tormented bottom up and down as she tried frantically to shake the biting fire away but -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
- across the very tops of her thighs, Julianne's shrill squeal set dogs barking all over the district, she was on fire now, she could feel every welt, this was horrendous, then -
Thwick!! Spattt!!
- right where her bottom and thighs met. Julianne gave a shriek that echoed to the rafters as she desperately jiggled and shook her outraged rear. Julianne cried bitter tears of rage, pain and humiliation.
Mrs. Stemple surveyed her daughter with satisfaction. They'd made a good start on Julianne's long road to redemption.
"Now stand yourself up young lady."
Her mother moved quickly as Julianne rose, grabbing her hands. "We'll have these on your head thank you, no rubbing."
Julianne was guided to the side of the stage, positioned with her striped rear displayed for all to see. She sniffled miserably, that had been the worst experience of her life, and the pain wouldn't stop, it kept on burning, throbbing, the smallest movement made it worse, but she couldn't help but jiggle from foot to foot, it was intolerable.
Now her mother was talking again. What was wrong with her? She'd always been so easy before. Julianne tried to pay attention, she wanted to know how soon she could slink home to at least suffer in privacy.
"After your call Mr Cooper I just couldn't believe what you told me so I decided to do some investigating of my own. I broke a personal rule and read my daughter's diary."
Julianne lost all hope at that moment. She'd been very frank in her diary, it was the only place she could gloat about all her clever little plans. If her mother had read about some of her best efforts...
"I found that everything you told me was true - and more. I am so shocked and humiliated by her activities, her father and I have some serious decisions to make. But right now all we can do is try to compensate some of her victims. That is why I know you will agree with me when I offer each of her most recent victims the opportunity to express their feelings."
The headmaster knew better than to jump in front of a runaway train, he simply nodded and waited for the furious woman to continue.
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