Authors: Maggie Ryan
He smiled, enjoying her discomfort, and
continued.
“As she is indeed a
student today, I see no reason to eliminate her from your standard
discipline.
After all, she is very
familiar with the school’s rules, as she completed her studies here.
Please Sir, do me this favor and proceed
as if she were still under your guidance.”
Louisa opened her eyes in disbelief, and tightened her grip on her
sister’s hand.
Her husband was
blatantly giving his permission to another man to take her in hand.
She tore her eyes off her husband’s only
to see the smirk grow even larger on Headmaster Thorne’s face.
“Certainly, I shall do as you wish, Sir,” the
man said with a small bow.
He
turned his attention to the two women.
“Stand up and prepare yourselves,” he ordered even as he walked around
to his desk.
The women slowly stood, their hands still
entwined.
Louisa looked at her
husband once more.
“Please, Sir… I’m
so sorry.
Please don’t let him do
this,” she whimpered, unable to keep silent.
Edward simply shook his head.
“You did this, Louisa – you and
Lucille.
You chose to return to
your student days, and therefore will accept school discipline.
You both shall pay the price.
Now I suggest you do as you are told, as
you will find no mercy here and even less when we return home.”
The two still hesitated, though each
hand had released the
other’s
.
The black-robed gentleman was facing the
wall behind his desk, deciding upon which implement would serve him best.
He made his selection, and reached up to
remove the long rattan cane from its hooks.
Lucy moaned at the sight as he turned
and swished the cane through the air.
Though she was no stranger to the cane, it had been many, many months
since she had experienced the agony it was capable of delivering.
Thorne raised the cane so that it
pointed at the two women.
“Normally
I would call for Mrs. Francis to attend as witness to your punishment; however,
I believe Lord Wintercrest will serve as witness in her stead, if you agree,
Sir?”
Edward nodded his head, even as he watched his
girls begin to visibly tremble, their eyes remaining locked on the cane as it
moved in the air, much as a trapped rabbit would eye the weaving head of a
viper.
Edward knew the bite of the
cane on an unprotected bottom would feel as sharp and painful as a snake’s
bite.
Thorne acknowledged Edward’s
agreement by saying, “Thank you Sir.”
Then addressing the two women, he said, “I believe you were told to
prepare yourselves.
Do so
immediately, or do I need to call for Mrs. Francis to assist you?”
The women shook their heads vigorously, not
wanting even more witnesses to their horrid situation, finally surrendering to
the obvious.
Small shaking hands
reached under long grey uniform skirts as fingers fumbled for ribbon ties.
Soon, two white puddles surrounded the
women’s black boots as their drawers were unfastened and allowed to fall to the
floor.
The girl’s faces burned
brightly with the shame of the act.
Thorne nodded.
“Face the settee, raise your skirts well
up to bare your bottoms, bend over and place your hands on the seat.”
With soft sobs beginning to come from
the two, both women slowly obeyed the dreadful order.
As heavy skirts were pulled upward to
expose creamy white thighs above black stockings, Edward found himself holding
his breath.
Time seemed to slow, as
fabric inched ever upwards until rounded bare buttocks were finally
exposed.
Edward released his breath
and smiled, once more amazed to discover that their similarity extended to
their petite bottoms.
If he had
just walked into the room and wasn’t aware of which side of the settee his wife
occupied, he would be unable to ascertain which beautiful posterior belonged to
whom.
Unaware of his thoughts and
unable to see his look of wonder, the women properly positioned themselves.
Once again, as though without thought, their hands joined, as they tried to
give each other support.
“You shall have a dozen each unless, of course,
you foolishly break position.”
Sobs
sounded as the sentence was spoken and further shame colored their faces as the
headmaster gave them further instruction.
“Ladies, you are not strangers to the proper position for a
well-deserved caning.
I want you to
show your admittance of guilt by willingly lifting your bottoms well up for the
cane.”
Lucy broke down first, her
sobs choking her throat as her tears streamed down her face at both the intense
shame of her position, and her desperate fear of the coming pain.
Louisa squeezed her sister’s fingers
even as she, too, tried to brace herself.
Enjoying Lucille’s obvious fear, Thorne made his choice; it would be far
more effective if Lucille had to listen to her sister receiving her strokes and
be made to consider her own punishment for the longest time possible.
The headmaster stepped to Louisa’s left
and lifted the cane.
Edward was
well pleased to see his small wife take a deep breath to both calm and prepare
herself.
He watched as she arched
her back and pushed her unmarked, pale bottom high into the air, signaling her
readiness for the first awful stroke.
Edward wondered if she was even aware of how far she had come under his
tutelage since their wedding.
She
further pleased him when she spoke quietly but clearly,
“Forgive me for my disobedience, Sir.
I admit my guilt and I am ready to
submit to my punishment.”
If the
headmaster was surprised at her formal words, he contained it fairly well.
He glanced from her bare bottom to Lord
Wintercrest.
Edward didn’t smile or
speak; only gave the headmaster a slight nod.
Thorne smiled; the young woman had
obviously continued her education under her husband’s rule.
Thorne gave a moment’s wish that
every young miscreant who appeared in his office was as contrite
and ready to pay for their
offense, as was Lady Wintercrest, as she bent
over before him.
He also didn’t
prolong her wait.
He measured the
distance by tapping her upturned bottom twice before drawing back his arm.
The length of bamboo whistled through
the air and landed with a sharp crack against her beautifully rounded
rump.
Louisa yelped but didn’t move
out of position even as the second stroke landed an inch below the first.
Lucy flinched each time the cane cut
into her sister’s bottom, the sound sharp and crisp in the room.
It wasn’t until the sixth stroke had
painted its line of fire across Louisa’s bottom that she began to beg.
“Please… oh, no… please Sir!”
Her bottom began to twist and bob as she
tried to avoid the cane.
Her tears
had begun, though she had promised herself that she would take the punishment
in silence.
“Back into position and present your bottom
properly, Louisa.” She sobbed harder, realizing that it was her own husband
giving her the awful order.
Just
the sound of his quiet authority caused her body to respond, and she felt her
shame grow
.
“Be
still, and lift that naughty bottom high, or would you prefer I ask Headmaster
Thorne to begin anew?”
She sobbed,
knowing that he wouldn’t hesitate to make good his threat.
She had learned the hard way that Edward
never hesitated to enforce any discipline he deemed necessary.
She also knew
she was expected, no required, to
verbally answer any question her husband asked or face additional correction
for disrespect.
She barely managed to choke out a subdued reply,
“N… no, please Sir.
I’m… I’m
sorry.”
“Then obey me and lift and relax your bottom to
accept your strokes and be grateful for the lesson.
Apologize and ask Headmaster Thorne for
an extra to remind you to stay in position!”
She lifted her aching bottom higher, her shame
at her position intensifying as she forced herself to round and relax her
burning buttocks.
She wasn’t aware
that she was practically crushing her sister’s fingers.
Lucille had her eyes shut tightly, her
tears continuing to flow as she listened to her sister’s moans and cries.
Her heart was pounding with her fear
with every passing moment.
She shuddered as Louisa sobbed, “I’m s… sorry Headmaster.
Please may… may I have an ex… extra
stroke?”
“Certainly, Lady
Wintercrest,” Thorne answered, his arm already lifting.
The caning continued, and the moans
turned into deep sobs, as line after line appeared across the previously
porcelain skin of her uplifted bottom.
Once a dozen individual wheals were raised in remarkably evenly spaced
lines, he said, “This last shall be the hardest, Lady Wintercrest.
Although you are no longer truly a
student in my school, consider this as a necessary reminder to teach you to
obey the authority of your husband.”
With that warning, he stepped back a bit, lifted his arm and gave her
the hardest stroke of all.
Louisa lost her breath for an instant and then
broke and screamed as the last, extra stroke crossed diagonally across the
previous twelve.
Her knees buckled
and she almost fell to the floor.
Fearing additional strokes, she forced herself to return to position,
lifting her well-thrashed bottom as high as she could.
Each wheal felt like it was burning ever
deeper into her skin.
She heard
movement behind her and realized that the headmaster had moved to stand beside
Lucy.
Louisa ached for her sister,
knowing that she had not been put under any punishment in a great while, and
was not in the least prepared for the pain that she was about to face.
Thorne rolled the cane across the pale skin of
Lucille’s bottom.
He eyed his
handiwork painted across her twin’s bottom, and smiled.
He was extremely proud of his ability to
discipline a young woman properly; no overlapping of wheals occurred when he
gave a caning – not counting the darker diagonal line she had earned as
her extra.
He felt Lucille cringe
away from the touch of the cane and he said,
“You would learn a good lesson, Miss Furniss,
from your sister.
She admitted her
crime and gracefully accepted the need for a good chastisement.
Surely you can do the same?”
Lucille couldn’t force herself to speak;
her throat was tight with fear, and she was simply unable to speak.
Thorne sighed deeply and looked up to
see Lord Wintercrest watching him.
He smiled and spoke softly,
“I am afraid that Lucille hasn’t had the benefit
of additional education in the area of discipline, Sir.
I suppose the girls’ father didn’t see
the need to teach them the proper attitude when he felt the need to give them a
correction.
Perhaps if he had taken
the necessary time to properly drive the lesson home, then I suppose the two
would not even now be bent over, bottoms raised for a lesson in obedience.
Please, forgive Lucille for her
ignorance and give her a reason to reflect on her childish behavior.”
Headmaster Thorne’s smile grew as he nodded; the
cane finally stopped its rolling on the cringing upturned bottom as he lifted
it high into the air.
Lucy opened
her mouth to beg for mercy and Louisa said a quick prayer and continued to sob
herself, as no mercy was given, and the first stroke was applied to her
sister’s upturned bottom.
Lucy screamed from the very first stroke.
Her hand now crushed her sister’s as she
fought to hold position.
The second
stroke landed and Lucy knew she would die before the punishment was
completed.
She
had only been caned once before by her father
and the count had been a
half dozen.
While she had
experienced a switching or two during her tenure at the school, this implement
was surely one belonging to the Devil.
Never had she felt anything as horrid as each cutting stroke.
She feared with all her heart that she
would soon experience twice over what she had ever taken before.