Authors: Maggie Ryan
She screamed at the third and begged, “Please,
oh… oh please Sir… please, no more.
Please!”
Thorne ignored her
pleas.
He was well accustomed to
many a young woman’s begging for mercy as he delivered a punishment.
He took his job seriously and had become
a master of the cane.
His strokes
always landed exactly where he had decided to place them.
He did not believe in mercy.
One did not go under the cane without
just cause and, when one had a bottom lifted for that implement, then one
deserved to experience it at its harshest.
Lucy was unaware that her bottom was wagging up and down, swinging from
side to side, as she fought to cool the fire.
Edward grinned at her antics.
Once again he was amazed at exactly how
identical the two were; their little dance to unsuccessfully avoid their due
and even their cries sounded the same.
Lucy finally collapsed on the settee, her hand pulling free of her
sister’s as she sank to the floor.
She cupped the punished skin of her bottom as she continued to beg for
mercy.
“I’m sorry, please, I…
I can’t
take another… please Sir… please
,
I’m begging you
.
You’ll skin me alive!”
Thorne reached down and hauled her up by
her arm.
Lucy tried to pull away
even though her sister was again reaching for her hand.
“Nonsense!
You still have four strokes to go, and now I fear you have earned extra,
Miss Furniss.
You are behaving as a
child.
Return to your position
immediately or I shall have to call for help in restraining you.”
Lucy struggled to compose herself as much as
possible.
It was horrid enough
being caned, and seen half-undressed by this man.
Knowing that her brother-in-law was also
witnessing her chastisement as well as her state of undress was causing her
great shame.
She sobbed, but the
threat of additional witnesses worked as she climbed to her feet and was soon
back in the familiar position of miscreant, waiting to receive the cane.
She heard her sister whisper for her to
be brave and Lucy wished she could emulate Louisa’s acceptance of the horrid
discipline.
She couldn’t find the
strength or bravery and instead buried her face in her hands, and her cries
were still echoing around the room as Thorne finished her dozen.
“Bottom well up please,” Thorne ordered as he
swished the cane several times in the air.
He waited for a few moments and was just about to inform the naughty
woman that she would indeed receive additional strokes, when he saw the very
welted bottom slowly being lifted.
Lucy sobbed into the scratchy fabric of the settee, trying to bring her
bottom into position.
She heard the
cane swish once more through the air, and then her head reared back as she
screamed out the agony of the extra stroke.
As with her sister, Thorne had placed an
additional, extremely hard stroke to cross her bottom on the diagonal.
Apparently believing her behavior warranted
even further correction, he walked to her other side and lifted the cane again.
“Again, Miss Furniss.
Lift your bottom and submit to your
discipline.”
Edward watched and was
pleased as Lucille’s bottom lifted once more.
It was swollen and welted with the dozen
strokes but he had to admit it was a beautiful sight.
Thorne tapped the cane across the welted
skin and then lifted his arm.
As the stroke landed to cross all previous lines, Lucy collapsed onto
her stomach, her hands reaching back to cover and rub at the fire in her
throbbing bottom.
“Lucille Furniss, get your hands off your
bottom!” Edward stated firmly, not believing she had the audacity to try to rub
away her punishment.
“Present
yourself properly until you are released, or it will be another round of the
cane.”
Lucy pulled her hands away
from her welted skin only to claw at the fabric of the settee as she pushed
herself once more into the time-honored penitent position.
She continued to sob as both men looked
at the condition of her bottom.
A large crimson “X” now decorated her rump – the two vivid lines
broken only by the cleft of her buttocks.
Every wheal was crimson and raised on both bottoms still being presented
by the two women.
Edward nodded to himself in acknowledgement of
Thorne’s expertise, finding that it rivaled even his own.
He listened as both women were
instructed to place themselves at the wall, keeping their skirts well raised,
their red bottoms displayed.
The
women shuffled to the wall, their progress slowed by the puddles of their
bloomers trapped around their slim ankles.
Edward grinned at their ungainly pace until they were able to press the
tips of their noses against the floral wallpaper.
Their sobs filled the air and their
bodies continued to shake and quiver.
Edward gave another small grin as he wondered if he would find his wife
in the same condition under this punishment as he always found her under
his.
His fingers itched to discover
the truth but he controlled his impulse.
Sharing his wife’s bottom with another man after her marriage was one
thing; sharing the intimate details of her body’s response was quite
another.
Headmaster Thorne, his heart pounding with a job
very well done, returned to his desk and somewhat reluctantly replaced the cane
into its place of honor on the wall.
He knew his students hated being made to stand in front of his desk, the
rack of several canes easily visible behind his head.
He knew they very seldom focused on the
lecture he always gave as their minds focused on which one of the many options
he would choose to enforce the rules of the establishment.
He took a seat at his desk and looked
over at the two women.
He nodded to
himself, easily seeing the evidence of his handiwork on the two bare bottoms
against the opposite wall.
He
turned to Lord Wintercrest, and was amused to see the man smiling.
They nodded at each other in silence,
both enjoying the sounds of the small, feminine cries, as well as the pair of
very well-punished heart-shaped bottoms, framed as they were by drapes of heavy
uniform skirts being held up by still shaking hands.
Edward’s grin widened as he realized
that there was now an additional way to tell the women apart.
Besides the ring adorning his wife’s
hand, his sister-in-law’s little bottom bore an additional stroke, a large vivid
cross throbbing and burning its existence into her soul.
Fifteen long minutes passed until the sisters
were allowed to pull up their drawers and lower
their
uniform skirts.
Both men watched,
both feeling the unacknowledged arousal of seeing such a lovely sight as
bloomers were retied and skirts hastily rearranged.
The girls’ faces continued to show their
embarrassment, as both burned as brightly red as the multiple rows of wheals
covering their aching bottoms.
The
girls were made to apologize again and then to thank the headmaster for his
concern for their welfare.
After
all, if the man didn’t care about the students, then he certainly wouldn’t take
the time to discipline them would he?
Lucy and Louisa made the proper apologies as Edward stood between
them.
He also thanked Thorne for
his time and attention.
“Rest assured, Sir, that Monday will find a much
better-behaved and better-prepared student in Lucille.
I thank you for allowing my ward a
chance to retake her exam, as I realize you could simply fail her.
We all appreciate your mercy and concern
for her future.”
Thorne accepted
his thanks, knowing that if it had been truly his choice; the little sneak
would never have been given any leniency.
However, Lord Wintercrest held a great deal of sway in high society, and
Thorne knew better than to deny him.
He did have an additional plan to extend Miss Furniss’ punishment and
spoke.
“I, too, hope that your ward will be able to
pass the final examination, Sir.
However, she is dreadfully lacking in mathematical skills.
Perhaps I can offer some
assistance?
While waiting for your
arrival, I spoke with our mathematics professor.
I am pleased to offer Miss Furniss the
opportunity of being tutored by Professor Lloyds.
Regular hours have ended, but I know for
a fact that Professor Lloyds has waited to hear if you feel your ward could use
his services.”
Lucy gasped, wanting desperately to leave the
horrid school and try to recover from the past hour’s events.
“No… please, I promise I will attend to
my studies, Edward.
I don’t need a
tutor.
I promise I’ll study
hard.”
Edward did not appreciate his ward’s
interruption.
It seemed it would
take far more than a caning to teach her the proper place for a female in a
man’s world.
He tightened his grip
on her upper arm and said sternly,
“You
will do well to remain silent, Lucille.
Instead of spending your life selfishly thinking only of your needs or
wants, it would serve you far better to listen to your elders.
Have you forgotten our last conversation
about your need to learn obedience?
You’ve already earned a reminder of your duty this evening, but I would
be more than happy to refresh your memory right now.
Is that what you wish Lucille?
Do you need to go across my knees and
have me administer a reminder to your impertinent bottom even now?”
Lucy bristled at both his words and his tone
even as her face turned scarlet with embarrassment.
She could see Headmaster Thorne
smirking, as if he wished to witness just such a physical reminder.
Lucy remembered her prior failed attempt in
asserting her independence.
She was a grown woman, having turned
eighteen a few weeks earlier and had believed her age gave her authority over
her decisions.
She had quickly been
forced to realize that, though her recent birthday gave her the gift of
majority, her guardian had the ultimate authority over her and would until she
wed.
She had simply informed Edward
that she no longer felt the need to remain at school; after all, the season
would soon begin and she knew she’d find a suitable husband quickly.
Edward had smiled and assured her that
she would continue her schooling until she graduated.
He pointed out that she had yet to have
even a suitor and believed her ‘engagement’ was somewhat premature.
Lucy had felt ridiculed at his tone and
had looked towards her sister for support.
But, horribly, Louisa had not taken her side as
Lucy had expected.
Instead, her
sister reminded her that Edward had been extremely generous in his guardianship
of Lucille and she should show her appreciation by obeying Edward’s wishes.
Lucy had continued to argue mostly from
the hurt she was experiencing as her twin parroted Edward’s wishes.
Edward had finally sighed and stood to
his full height and began rolling up the sleeve of his right arm.
Louisa had gasped and begged Lucy to
make her apologies before it was too late.
Edward had told his wife to remain silent, stepped close to Lucy and
taken her arm.
It wasn’t until she
felt herself being pulled down to lie across Edward’s knees did Lucy understand
she had stepped across an invisible line.
She began to fight and struggle but was no match for Edward’s
strength.
“Edward, please.
She didn’t mean it.
She will go to school… please,” Louisa
had begged, hating to see her sister in this position.
Edward had taken Lucy’s flailing hands and
pinned them at the small of her back.
“I believe I warned you to remain silent Louisa.
You will take your sister’s place once
I’ve given her the spanking she has earned.
Perhaps having your own bottom blistered
will remind you as well who, exactly, is in charge of this household.”
Lucy had been shocked hearing the
announcement, seeing Louisa lower her gaze and hearing her soft response.