Six Very Naughty Girls (12 page)

“Don’t dawdle, girl!
 
You’re wasting everyone’s time!”

Mary
walked a bit faster, trying to chase the fearful images from her mind.
 
She knew Mrs
Kent
was already awfully angry with her and had no wish to make her any angrier.

Finally,
Mary
came up to the steps leading to the stage.
 
She really had to concentrate as she climbed up the steps in the deep silence of the school hall, she felt as though she might start to tremble uncontrollably at any point.
 
She hated being the centre of attention, and now everyone was looking at her.
 
This would have been a punishment and ordeal for
Mary
by itself but she was all too aware of what was shortly to follow.
 

She made it to the top of the steps, almost stumbling as she reached the stage and forced herself to walk towards the waiting headmistress.
 
Mrs
Kent
was still standing behind her desk, flexing the awful cane between her hands.

When
Mary
had reached the middle of the stage, just in front of her desk, Mrs
 
Kent
told her to stop and to stand still, facing her, away from the assembled school.

“Take your blazer off,
Mary
, and hand it to Miss Garwood”, ordered the headmistress.

Mary
obeyed, feeling terribly embarrassed as she passed her blazer to the young History teacher.
 
Miss Garwood smiled sympathetically at her but to no avail

Mrs
Kent
walked to the front of the stage, besides
Mary
.
 

“Stand closer to the desk,
Mary
, and then lean forward and bend right over it and hold onto the edge at the other side.”

Mary
obeyed.
 
She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible and intended to do exactly as she was told.
 
She stretched herself across the desk, her breasts pressed down against its hard surface.
 
She felt her blue school skirt tightening and was then aware of the headmistress rolling the skirt up across her bottom.
 
Mary
moved her legs to assist her.

Now
Mary
was acutely aware that her bottom was on display to the whole school.
 
Mrs
 
Kent
had told her the day before not to wear tights, so all that protected her bottom now was a pair of navy blue school knickers.
 
They covered more of her bottom than the panties that she usually wore, but she knew that the thin cotton knickers would not lessen the bite of the cane at all.
 
Although the hall was deathly quiet, the atmosphere seemed to
Mary
to be charged with the presence of the hundreds of pupils and the school staff who were witnessing her disgraceful punishment.

Once
Mary
was in position and her skirt was tucked away to the headmistress’s satisfaction, Mrs
Kent
turned to the watching pupils.

“I do not like having to use the cane.
 
I have only had occasion to cane two girls so far this term, and last term I had to cane no girls at all.
 
This reflects well on the school. I expect you girls to keep to the school rules because you know that it is right and not because you fear a sore bottom.
 
But when
rule breaking becomes too extreme – and most of all when the good name of the school itself is damaged – then there is no alternative to corporal punishment.”

“This girl,” – here Mrs
Kent
used her cane to point to the bending sixteen year old – “has admitted breaking bounds yesterday at lunchtime.”
 
Mrs
 
Kent
stepped towards
Mary
, leaned down and slapped the back of her right thigh hard, just below her navy blue knickers.
 
Mary
had not been expecting that and gasped at the sudden sting.

The headmistress continued to list
Mary
’s offences, punctuating her remarks with hard slaps to each of
Mary
’s thighs:

“Drinking alcohol”,
 
SLAP!!

“Using foul language that would embarrass a fish wife”,
SLAP!!
 
SLAP!!

“Behaving completely inappropriately with an older boy”,
SLAP!!

“All of this in public and while wearing school uniform.”,
SLAP!! SLAP!!

By now the backs of both of
Mary
’s thighs glowed a bright red and stung abominably.
 
She gripped the far edge of the desk as tightly as she could and felt her breaths coming faster and faster.
 
She felt that she couldn’t take much more and the caning hadn’t even started yet.

The headmistress continued: “And this catalogue of misbehaviour has all been filmed by television reporters and will be seen by hundreds of thousands of viewers who will henceforth associate this school with underage drinking, obscenity and scandal!

“This girl has brought the good name of this school into disrepute!
 
And just as she has brought public shame on the school and on all of us, I shall cane her, as she deserves, in public!”

 
Mrs
Kent
stepped past
Mary
and stood by her left side.
 
She tapped the cane across the middle of
Mary
’s bottom, then stepped back almost to the edge of the stage and lifted the cane to shoulder height.
 
Then suddenly and forcefully she lashed the cane down, stepping forward at the same time to maximise the effect.

THWACKKK!!

The cane crashed down right across the highest point of
Mary
’s bottom, denting her cotton knickers into the soft flesh of her buttocks.
 
Mary
’s body rocked over the desk, her legs kicking out and her neck arching up, sending her long light brown hair flying wildly.

This time
Mary
had been expecting it, but she was still unprepared for the full intensity of the sting which seemed to radiate outwards from her bottom as if she’d received an electric shock.
 
She gasped loudly and gripped the desk even more tightly.

The headmistress paused for a moment and then tapped the cane across the teenager’s backside again.
 
The next stroke was similar to the first but aimed slightly below it, across
Mary
’s smarting bottom.

THWACKKK!!

Mary
’s body jerked over the desk again as the effects of the second stroke sank in.
 
The girl’s eyes were screwed shut and her teeth clenched tightly together as she did her best to remain stoical despite the intense pain caused by the headmistress’s cane.
 
The watching pupils saw her squirming over the desk and could all see how much this must be hurting.
 
No one in the audience made a sound, but two of the little first year girls nearest the stage started to cry quietly.

Mrs
Kent
knew that she was hurting
Mary
, but wanted to make sure that everyone watching was aware that this was a severe punishment.
 
She intended to provoke more of a reaction from this naughty girl.

This time she raised the cane higher and used more force in whipping it down, once again aiming it to land slightly lower across
Mary
’s bottom, over the very lowest part of her knickers.
 
The fifth form girl’s body arched over the desk in reaction, her hair flying loose again.
 
Despite her best efforts, a moan of pain escaped
Mary
’s mouth and as she subsided back squirming across the desk the audience in the otherwise silent hall heard a continuous low ululation of pain from the punished girl.

Mrs
Kent
smiled wryly to herself and raised the cane again.
 
She delivered a carbon copy of the previous stroke, this time lower still so that it smashed down across
Mary
’s bare thighs, below any protection that her school knickers might have provided. Poor
Mary
’s resistance was almost gone now and she yelped loudly at the impact of the cane across her rear.
 
She squirmed wildly over the desk, desperately holding on to its edge, her knuckles turning white.
 
Tears were coming now and her hair was over her eyes but
Mary
did not dare release her hold on the edge of the desk.

Mrs
Kent
stepped back and paused in her efforts for a while, allowing everyone watching a clear view of the pain wracked teenager gasping in pain as she wriggled and squirmed over the hard desk.
 
Few of the girls below the fourth year had seen or felt a caning before and by now several more junior girls had started to cry, shocked at how severe a punishment it was.

The headmistress watched
Mary
’s gyrating bottom for almost half a minute before once again tapping her bottom with her cane.

“Stay still,
Mary
,” she ordered, “keep those legs straight!”
 
Poor
Mary
did her best to obey.
 
It was more than half over now, just two strokes to go.

The headmistress took aim for the fifth stroke, this time aiming the cane at an angle so that it landed diagonally across the welts left by the earlier strokes.
 
The ferocity was equal to that of any of the previous strokes and this time
Mary
gave vent to a full blown yell, unable any longer to hold in her natural reaction to the violent stinging in her nether regions.

After the echoes of that loud yell died away the listening pupils could now hear the sobs coming from the delicately pretty teenager.

Mrs
Kent
raised the cane again.
 
She intended to make the last stroke of
Mary
’s punishment the hardest of all.
 

First, however, she lashed the cane down hard through thin air.
 
As she’d expected
Mary
flinched and yelped at the mere sound of the cane. The headmistress knew that
Mary
would remember this caning for a long while to come.

Mrs
Kent
stood still and watched the painful squirming and sobbing of the punished girl for a little longer.
 
She wanted to take
Mary
by surprise with the last stroke, so as to maximise its effect.

She raised the cane high and then suddenly lashed it down with full force.
 
Despite the
wriggli
ng
s
of
Mary
's bottom t
he headmistress succeeded in landing the cane
almost exactly parallel to the fifth stroke, once again crossing the earlier
weals
and intensifying their sting.

Mary
yelled loudly again and almost lost her grip on the desk but somehow managed to stay in position, writhing and wriggling across the desk and stamping her feet on the stage in a vain attempt to ease the intolerable stinging.