6 of the Best Discipline at Work Stories (9 page)

Still, that's the way justice is done today."

Well, I knew he was deliberately trying to make me feel bad, but that
knowledge didn't lessen the effect.  I could already feel the tears
welling up in my eyes as I started to put the note back in the till
drawer.

"Ah ah - that's evidence.  No sneaking it back in now - the police will
need that."  Mention of the police sent another shudder through me.  Oh
God this was awful!

"Personally of course, I think this has a lot to do with the decline in
standards in schools and the way parents discharge their
responsibilities - people like you get away with bad behaviour at school
and at home and go out into the world thinking that you can do what you
like with no comeback.  If
you been
given a good hiding at home when you
did anything wrong or six of the best when you stepped out of line at
school you probably wouldn't be in this sorry state now."

I think, by now, my jaw must have been hanging open - it all seemed so
unlike the Mr
Bennett
I thought I knew.

"Speaking personally, I believe that a dose of the cane would do you
more good than a session in court for this present trouble, but
unfortunately for everyone concerned that's not really an available
option is it?"

There was a period of silence - I'm sure my brain must have been in a
slower gear than usual.  Gradually it dawned that the question wasn't
rhetorical - he expected an answer.  Just as gradually I started to see
where this conversation was leading - was he really inviting me to ask
for another way out?  It seemed from the continuing silence that he was
doing just that - what on earth should I do?  Although I was hugely
embarrassed, as well as terrified, by the thought of being caned, I
wasn't so dumb as to not appreciate the sexual overtones.  On the other
hand I couldn't bear the thought of being prosecuted.  I had little time
to think and he was still waiting for an answer.

The following Sunday will be a day I can never forget.  I can still
relive it all in my mind now.....

I always get up about nine o'clock on a Sunday.  That gives me time to
have a shower and then to get ready for church.  I usually have a quick
bite to eat but today
is
different - my appetite has deserted me.  I
still have serious misgivings about what I've agreed to do this
afternoon.  I sit through the service fairly oblivious - I was brought
up in a solidly Roman Catholic family and I've never got out of the
habit of going - besides I like some of the younger people I meet there.

Usually I hang around afterwards for a coffee and chat but today I don't
feel much like being sociable - I've got butterflies in my tummy.  I
rush home and then just sit and stare into space.

If I'm honest, however much I'm afraid of the caning he's promised me,
there's an element of the thrill of danger about that - the real fear is
whether that is all I'll get from him.  I won't be in a position to call
for help and there must be a possibility that he wants sex as well.  I'm
in no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of whacking my bottom.  The
thing is, I might be in a distinctly small minority for girls of my age,
and especially for a student, but I am still a virgin and although I've
begun to think seriously lately about changing that situation, I don't
think this is the way I want it to be.  Besides I don't take the pill or
anything like that - final decision (I think) is that if he asks for sex
I say no - if he insists and has a condom with him I'll probably give
in.

What should I wear?  He said not to wear any good clothes because of
where we're going but my denim jeans are rather on the tight side and
it's not my intention to go out of my way to turn him on.  He also
suggested I didn't wear tights or stockings, which worried me a bit,
b
ut
we're going out into the country and he said something about them
catching on bushes.

The final decision is for my old denim skirt - it's not too short (just
above the knee) and the material is about the thickest and most
protective I've got.  A decent pair of knickers is essential
–
nothing
too thin or skimpy today.  A polo necked sweater with nothing underneath
- well, it's a reasonable sort of day and I very rarely think of wearing
a bra when I'm dressing casually just because I don't like the things.
White ankle socks and trainers complete the picture.  As usual for any
occasion I'm worried about, I'm ready ages too soon - he's not picking
me up in the car until half twelve.

The journey in the car is strange.  He talks about my course at the
university and where he's been for his holidays and trivia like that -
almost like it's a normal day out.  It doesn't take long to get out of
the town and into countryside and he seems to have a clear idea of where
he's going.  I try to relax and join in the conversation but it is a
tremendous effort.  I spend a lot of the time looking down at my knees
and the couple of inches of thigh visible below the skirt line and
wishing I'd worn something longer.

We're in a very small lane and he suddenly turns off into an opening I
hadn't even spotted - after about thirty yards it widens slightly and he
pulls the car to a halt and switches off.  The silence is deafening.

"Right - out we get.  This is where we start walking."

I can't think of anything to say now - it's hard to believe that this is
for real.  I get out of the car and start to follow him along a very
narrow path into the trees.  He was right to tell me not to wear tights
- they'd be laddered in seconds in this dense wood.  We walk for a
couple of minutes and then we're in a very small clearing and he stops
and turns to me.

"Right
Kara
- this is far enough.  First I require you to remove your
skirt and shoes."  The look of horror on my face must have been obvious.

"That's all I'm asking you to remove - I warned you that if you agreed
to this I would give you a very hard caning and you can hardly expect me
to allow you to wear a denim skirt for it.  Besides, I have to return to
the car to fetch the cane from the boot and I don't want you
disappearing anywhere while I'm gone."

Reluctantly, but seeing that I have no alternative, I unzip the skirt
which falls untidily to the ground.  I bend to pick that up and become
very quickly aware of how small the knickers that are supposed to cover
my bottom really are - they may have been the best I could find but
realistically they're not going to do a lot for me now.  I unfasten the
trainers and hand them all over to him.  The ground, which is covered
with twigs, old leaves and
mud
feels damp and strange through my socks.

"Good - now I want you to go and stand up against that tree, facing it
and with your hands on your head.  You can spend a few minutes thinking
about your crime and the court appearance I'm saving you from."  Almost
incapable of independent thought now I obey without question like a
naughty schoolgirl being made to stand in the corner.  "You will stay
exactly like that until I return - no looking 'round or moving away."  I
hear his footsteps going back along the path.

I can't think about what he told me to be thinking about.  All I can
think about now is the thin cotton fabric between my backside and the
awful cane.  My bottom and legs feel very cool now as my mind focuses
unwillingly on that part of my body.

Suddenly I imagine I hear voices in the distance - with a jolt I
instantly imagine being discovered like this by some passing strangers.
In seconds I'm peering into the undergrowth in all directions trying to
spot any sign that someone might be approaching.  A twig snaps over to
the right and I drop to a crouch on the ground to make myself less
visible and strain my eyes and ears in that direction.
My concentration on the imagined threat is so overwhelming that I miss
the real threat until it's too late.

"I told you not to move."  As I begin to stand he grabs a handful of my
hair and I'm painfully jerked to my feet.  I squeal and want to try and
explain but he isn't about to give me an opportunity.  He propels me
forward and momentarily I lose my footing and stumble.  There's an
explosive smack and just as I feel the stinging and realise that he's
slapped the back of my right calf, there's a second smack and my left
calf gets the same.  There's a smarting sensation now in both legs as I
struggle to move in the direction he is compelling me to, and suddenly I
find myself pushed hard against the rough tree trunk.

"Now put your hands back on your head like I told you."  I obey without
a second
’
s hesitation.  I'm thankful that he releases my hair but now his
left hand is on my back between my shoulders pressing me uncomfortably
hard against the tree. 
'SMACK!'
  His free right hand slaps my right leg
viciously hard - because we're both standing now he can't comfortably
reach my calves like before so now he begins on my thighs.  About a
dozen really hard slaps on the back of my legs and I'm crying my eyes
out.
It
’
s
years since I've ever been smacked and I wouldn't have
imagined it could hurt so much.

"This is
.."
'SMACK!'
"
typical
.."
'SMACK!'
"
of
your.."
'SMACK!'
"
slovenly
.."
'SMACK!'
"
disobedience
.."
'SMACK!'
"
and
you're.."
'SMACK!'
"
about
to learn.."
'SMACK!'
"
what
disobedience.."
'SMACK!'
"
can
cost
you.."
'SMACK!'
"
my
girl.."
'SMACK!'
"Now
.."
'SMACK!'
"
stand
still.."

'SMACK!'
"
there
and.."
'SMACK!'
"
if
I.."
'SMACK!'
"
catch
you again.."
'SMACK!'
"
then
.."
'SMACK!'
"
so
help me.."
'SMACK!'
"I'll have your
pants
.."
'SMACK!'
"
down
.."
'SMACK!'
"
for
the.."
'SMACK!'
"
caning
.."
'SMACK!'
"
and
give you.."
'SMACK!'
"
double
the strokes.."
'SMACK!'
"
as
well.."
'SMACK!'
"Is
.."
'SMACK!'
"
that
.."
'SMACK!'
"
quite
.."
'SMACK!'
"
clear
?"
'SMACK!'