By DJ Black
Cait took slow painful steps as she carefully made her way along the passage back to the main staircase. She suspected that for caned school girls this was a humiliating walks of shame when the school was a bustle, but this afternoon there was no one to see. Still it took her an age to limp back to her room on the opposite wing of the school.
“Cait?” someone called and Cait winced and froze.
“Cait, are you okay?” It was Teri, who quickly caught up with her. “What happened?”
Cait turned slowly and offered her usual smile, but her eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears. She was clearly in some distress. “What do you think happened?” she tried not to sound bitter.
Teri gaped and shook her head in denial. “I don’t know, really, are you okay?”
Cait drew her mouth into an angry line and said, “You know perfectly well what happened, everyone does.” Then she shook her head in annoyance.
Teri flushed and decided not to pursue that particular conversation. “Can I do anything?” she asked.
“You could come to my room sometime, you could even come now, but you won’t, will you?” Cait wasn’t smiling now and did not hide her frustration.
Teri looked at the floor and shook her head. “I am not… not… like that,” mumbled.
Cait, not expecting any answer, had already began make her way back to her room.
“Sorry Cait,” Teri called after her.
Cait waved her away, “It is okay Teri, not your fault, see you later.”
*
Cait stood in her car crash of a room and realised that maybe someone had a point and she sighed. Then unbidden her face screwed up and she began to splutter until her splutters turned to sobs and she threw herself face down on the bed and howled and howled. She sobbed and sobbed from the blistering pain in her backside, the humiliation of accepting such treatment, the embarrassment of needing it and the whole damn world with its fucking useless war. The only real things were her tears and a damn good thrashing.
Time came and went and finally Cait was all cried out. She groaned and reached for a Kleenex to blow her nose. If anything she was even stiffer than in the immediate aftermath and her bottom throbbed like a son-of-a-bitch. Slowly she got to her feet and carefully got undressed. Naked but for her bra she stood with her back to the full length mirror she had liberated from one of the other rooms and examined the damage. A tight pack of dark purple-red ridges barred her exposed behind and she gingerly leaned forward to inspect the painful carnage. There was a strange satisfaction in the flare of pain as she bent over some to stretch the out her bare bottom to good effect. There were more than a dozen strokes in evidence, 14 or 15 she guessed, she tried twice to count them as she inspected the ridges with her fingers. She blushed when she realised that this similar posture was what he had seen.
“Hope he liked puss,” she quipped ruefully, but somehow any association with a man thrilled her and her straying hands found some dampness which she encouraged.
Face down back on the bed she thought about Teri and the cane, running punishment scenarios in her head as she caressed herself ever more eagerly. “I hated it, that bastard,” she said aloud but didn’t stop. She had many such thoughts and games and no one to share them with her. She thought about Teri again and blushed. She was panting hard now, like she had when he had caned her. For a moment she pictured Teri being caned and her poor thrashed bottom and… and… she came.
*
Teri returned to the refractory to see if she could find out what these coming changes were all about, nothing good, she supposed. She arrived in time to see a group of women gathered around Mary Uxbridge.
“What do you mean I have to collect litter every Monday, Wednesday and… whatever…?” Amanda Sullivan demanded.
Mary regarded what to her was a rather recalcitrant and entitled young woman with disdain. “It has been discussed,” she said pointedly, “And we have decided to extend the rota system.”
“Who has decided?” Amanda snarled, “You and bloody Janet Stone I suppose?”
“The Headmaster thinks it rather a good idea,” Mary said as if that was all the authority required.
“The Headmaster again, who exactly made him God?” Teri put in.
Amanda turned to Teri and gestured her agreement then nodded belligerently and gestured her exasperation with her arms. “Well quite,” she spat.
“The Headmaster has experience of running this institution and knows what is required to help us survive here until rescue comes. Restoring some of the old school policies will save time and help keep us…” Mary paused before saying disciplined and instead opted for, “On track.”
“Oh I see,” Teri countered, “Well put like that… I suppose you have school uniforms for us all?”
Mary narrowed her eyes and was about to point out how impractical it would be and then she realised. “Oh sarcasm, I see.”
“Detention, for the slackers, perhaps?” Teri continued. After her unsettling encounter with Cait she was in a confrontational mood.
Amanda was about to protest again, perhaps fearful that this somewhat too close to the truth and instead for speaking she just gaped.
“I… I suppose we might have to discuss some sort of… but… surely it is not arduous and we can all work together?” Mary replied.
“This is an outrage, I won’t do it, I won’t,” Amanda raged and almost actually stamped her foot, “Who the hell do you all think you are?
Teri would have said more but she suddenly reluctant to be identified with Amanda more than she already was.
The ever nervous Janice, who was standing nearby, looked startled at the outburst and said hastily, “Oh I am sure we can agree, I mean I will do whatever…”
“Look let me know and I’ll decide then,” Teri said impatiently and decided to slip away.
Several other women crowded in now pressing Mary for answers and some just asking what tasks there were and if they could change with someone else. Teri left them to it.
*
Cait did not appear for the evening meal, she sent her apologies as she had a headache.
“Oh I am sure she will be able sit down with us tomorrow evening,” Janet Stone said without a flicker of amusement.
For some reason Kathy and Ann exchanged smirks and might have made a quip if Mary Uxbridge had not fixed them with a stare. Teri missed the exchange as did most of the others. Only Janice seemed to react to anything and for some unaccountable reason she blushed.
“We have all become rather self-obsessed,” the Headmaster was saying, “I think we need to pull together as a team. These proposed changes to our communal arrangements seem like a very good step forward.”
Mary Uxbridge beamed and her committee nodded vigorously.
Janice piped up, “Oh yes Headmaster, I completely agree.” She kept nodding longer than was quite appropriate.
Amanda Sullivan rolled her eyes and scanned the assembled women for any dissent. Most just seemed preoccupied with their meals, only Teri had a sour face, but she avoided eye-contact with the woman. Teri had decided that she disliked Amanda more than she disapproved of Mary bloody Uxbridge and her self-appointed committee.
“Miss Sullivan, you have something to add?” the Headmaster asked casually.
The room fell suddenly silent and Teri wished Cait was here with a quip or pithy rejoinder to break the ice. All eyes turned to Amanda Sullivan.
“No Dr Wells, nothing at all, please excuse me,” Amanda replied and pushing away her plate stood up and all but stomped out of the room.
There were few swapped glances at this and for a few moments there was an almost anxious babble before the room settled down to its usual conversations. Mary Uxbridge leaned in and exchanged a few words with the Headmaster garnering nods of agreement from Janet, Kathy and Ann, who obvious heard what was said.
Teri had a strange feeling about the whole thing and remembered her meeting with the Headmaster so many weeks before. Her tummy turned summersaults before she quelled it with her usual self-denials.
“I think I will go too,” she said to nobody in particular, no one noticed. She suddenly realised that apart from Cait she had no friends here.
***
Teri stood on the headland and scanned an empty sea. As usual there was no ship, nor had she expected to see one. It was just that not looking felt like giving up all hope. At the weekly assembly the previous day they had been told a communication from the capital had announced the suspension of all non-essential transport and urged all civilians to stay where they were and make the best of it.
Amanda Sullivan had been furious and had demanded to know what the committee and the Headmaster were going to do about it. That had been Teri’s reaction precisely, as ridiculous as that now seemed, and she had felt a surge of embarrassment at even thinking like Amanda.
“Stupid bitch,” Cait had muttered.
Teri had bristled until she realised Cait was talking about Amanda.
“Why doesn’t she try swimming?” Cait chuckled.
Since her encounter with the Headmaster three days before Cait had returned to her usual self and Teri realised how much she had missed her friend and how much she liked her. Teri had laughed and Cait had joined in.
“Is something amusing you ladies?” the Headmaster had intoned earlier that day.
“Nooo,” Cait had sniggered, just about swallowing further mirth, although her smirk was obvious. “Sorry Dr Wells, you were saying…”
Teri had hidden her face with her hand and shaken her head.
The Headmaster had just glared in their direction, which almost triggered more hilarity for the two women.
Now Teri stood on the headland and wondered what to do next. There was a change in the air, even the diehard hopefuls among the women were laying in for a long stay, a siege almost.
“Eighteen months at least I reckon,” Pamela Trent had muttered after yesterday’s announcement. Then seeing Teri’s look of puzzlement, she explained, “Oh I am an army brat, my father was in logistics.” She winced apologetically adding. “We’re actually okay, they’ll get to us last, assuming we don’t lose,” she shrugged. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if we don’t get more refugees before then.”
Pamela was one of the sensible women. She was a presentable 20-something with tied back striking blonde hair and practical clothes. She was usually polite to the Headmaster and his committee, but seemingly not cowed by them. They left her alone because she was always the first to volunteer and help out.
Since then Pamela’s words had echoed around Teri’s head.
Back on the headland Teri doubled over and screamed, stamping her foot and kicking at anything that moved. “Fuck,” she screamed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
*
Teri avoided the café today and trudged back to her room. She needed to think and…
“Miss Lightfoot,” a voice interrupted her thoughts as she entered the main building. “Teri… the Headmaster… he wants to see you.” It was the acting housekeeper Kathy, a usually perky 40-year-old dressed in a long grey woollen dress, “Pretty much now I think.”
“Wh-what?” Teri was startled.
“I wouldn’t keep him waiting,” Kathy pressed her, but her demeanour was sympathetic.
Teri gaped and her heart leapt. “N-no it’s okay, tell him you haven’t seen me,” she forced a smile.
Kathy tilted her head in accusation and gave her a look.
Teri rolled her eyes and sighed. “Okay, okay… what does he want anyway?”
“Oh I think you know young lady,” Kathy said tartly, all previous sympathy now having evaporated.
Teri shook her head in denial, “No,” she said and it was true. But it was obvious there was only one way to find out. Maybe he had a task for her, she thought and wondered about the new rotas.
*
Teri remembered her first and only visit to the Headmaster’s study before. That had been… she shook her head a pushed the memory away. Now she stood again before his door. She knocked.
“Come,” his voice called from within.
Teri thought about running away. Then it occurred to her that she could raid the kitchen stores and go into the deserted village at the other end of the island and live there. She could get a gun and take pot shots at trespassers.
The door opened and the Headmaster stood there glaring at her. “Oh it’s you Miss Lightfoot, I did say come in.” He stood back and gestured for her to enter.
Teri made a small grown up non-comital smile and slipped past him, careful not to make contact. “You wanted to see me Dr Wells?” she said.
“I rather think I did,” he said sternly.
Teri waited until impatience got the better of her and she gestured it with her hands.
“You were asked to look at the new rotas, I mean everyone was,” he said.
Teri shrugged. “Yeah… I… I guess, and I will,” she agreed.
“They have been up all week,” he told her, “You have had ample time; they are on the notice board in the refectory.”
Teri shook her head, someone could have said if it had been a problem, she thought. But she knew there must have been some jobs listed for her and she knew full well that she had neglected them. “So I will go and look now,” she said. Why am I here? She didn’t add.
“Oh, yes you will, directly after this meeting I suggest,” he said sharply.
“I don’t like your tone,” she said unconvincingly.
“Oh, and I don’t like your attitude,” he barked.
Teri was scared and licked her lips. “If that is all I’ll go,” she ventured.
“You are not a stupid woman, not one of those ninnies like Janice what’s-her-face. You know that we are on a slow burn to disaster. Winter is coming and lives are on the line. We have to get organised and the blessed committee was content to dole out supper and make-up cleaning rotas. That has all changed, I think you realise that. Now we have to take steps,” he scolded her.
“I suppose,” Teri said sullenly.
“I have taken a hand and those who are not pulling their weight will be dealt with,” he told her. “You remember how I deal with difficult girls don’t you?”
Teri blushed. She remembered. Such a misunderstanding, she had decided. She had thrown herself at him and why not? He was a presentable man, the only man… and when he had rejected her advances she had demanded that he take action. He had.
“Look I am going to…” she was blushing furiously and pointed over her shoulder at the door.
“You are going to start pulling your weight Miss Lightfoot and I am going to see that you do. For starters I am going to thoroughly thrash your bare bottom; I think you remember the drill. I mean I assume you want to forgo the previous preliminaries?” he told her and began to approach the cabinet where he kept his canes.
The preliminaries he spoke of consisted of being put across his knee and soundly spanked until she was acquiescent. “Yes, I mean… look,” she swallowed. “I mean… I get it; I will look at the bloody rotas and… and…”
The Headmaster took up a cane and confronted her with it. “Lift your skirt and lower your under things, I want you bent over the back of that chair,” he said with a voice of steel.
“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone, but they know don’t they?” she said sulkily.
“Who knows?” he wondered at her change of tack.
“The bloody committee, all of them,” she wanted to sound calm but her outburst was a childish protest. “You told them.” She was so embarrassed.
He frowned, not wanting any misunderstandings to challenge his authority. “Firstly, I did not promise anything, you might have asked but I was silent on the matter. However, as a matter of fact I have not discussed any particular chastisement with anyone. But they all know of course or most of them. Do you really think you are the only girl I have thrashed in this room since you all got here?”
Teri gaped. She sort of had, although thinking about it she had suspected. Cait? She realised she had known. She went peony and the heat-rise to her face scolded her ears.
“I am sure you want this to be as discreet as possible,” he sighed.
“You can’t,” she whispered.
“I am going to,” he told her whilst smiling sardonically.
“I see,” she nodded and bowed her head. She made one last glance at the door.
“Please bend over the back of the chair,” he said firmly.
Cait licked her lips nervously and then awkwardly turned to face the chair. Her hands were already tugging at the hem of her mid-length skirt. She shot him a look and he half turned away. Then with one heavy sigh she clumsily pressed her tummy into the back of the chair and as she bent over she lift her skirt.
“Take your pants down please,” he said.
She began mouth breathing and squirmed in embarrassment. Then after a moment she began fumbling with the waistband of her knickers. It took a moment for her to slowly draw the cotton over the smooth rounds of her bottom to expose it to his gaze.
“Lower please,” he told her.
She made a little squeak of embarrassment then slid her underwear down her thighs until gravity took hold. Her pants pooled at her ankles.
“Miss Lightfoot I really ought to give you three or four dozen strokes, I assure you it has happened and you wouldn’t be the first young lady to have her sitting privileges suspended for a week or so,” he told her.
Her eyes widened and she truly hoped he was exaggerating. Her eyes rolled in her head as she tried to see behind her. “Please, how many?” she gasped.
“I haven’t decided yet,” he said grimly, “Let us make a start and see how we get on.”
She was about to protest when he caned her. The slice of pain robbed her breath and she could not get a word out or draw breath to yell out. From his perspective she kicked her legs like a lower school girl and waved her arms impotently.
“Please try to hold still,” he said and caned her again.
“Ohjeezussffarkingkryst,” she hissed and twisted about even more.
The next stroke was worse.
“No-no-no you bastard,” she shrieked.
“You,” he caned, “Are,” he caned again, “Not,” the cane sliced in hard, “Taking,” and again, “This,” and again, “Very,” and one more, “Well,” he told.
She bleated and wailed during the onslaught and was left in a panting mess at the end of the volley. “Sorry,” she gasped, feeling unaccountably ashamed and still unable to keep still. Her bottom too was a state, a rash of red with darker stains around several raised ridges.
He did a slow tour of the room while she recovered. She hadn’t actually started crying yet, which told him she was dramatist.
“H-how, how many?” she asked panting hard.
“I have no idea and I don’t care,” he said and caned her again.
She yelped and then made a growling noise as she tried to ride the pain.
He considered her quite comely bare bottom and smiled. There was no reason in the world he shouldn’t enjoy this, he decided. He caned her again with a measured force right across the under curve of her bottom.
“Ooooofffarkkkinhell,” she exclaimed now breathing like a buzz saw.
“I am not hearing any contrition yet,” he suggested.
“Look, Dr Wells, Headmaster… you are right, I’m sorry, I should have…” she proffered pleadingly.
He interrupted her monologue with a well-placed stroke.
“Yah,” she bellowed, “Please I…” she clamped her mouth against the waves of pain of a by now impressive collection of tramlines. “Hmmm,” she added a grunt.
“No contrition at all,” he said wearily and caned her again and then once more.
“Fuck, fuck… please,” she wailed twisting and clawing the air, “Please,” she said again. There was wetness in her voice.
“Miss Lightfoot, please say, ‘Please cane me hard, I deserve it, I am a very naughty girl,’” he demanded.
“What?” she gasped.
He caned her and then stood back.
She yelled angrily.
“I am not going to repeat myself,” he said and caned her again.
She made spluttering noises and he realised that she was now crying. He didn’t spare his arm and she shrieked at the impact.
“Please cane me hard I deserve it,” she said quickly and rather tearfully.
“Not quite,” he caned her.
“I’m a naughty girl, I’m a naughty girl,” she wailed, “Please.”
He paused and gestured encouragingly with his free hand.
She sniffed and dew in a long breath. “Headmaster, please cane me hard, I deserve it, I am a very naughty girl,” she sobbed.
“Better,” he caned her and she bellowed. “Again,” he said.
“Please cane me hard, I deserve it, I am a very naughty girl,” she blurted.
He caned her again.
“P-please cane me hard, I-I deserve it, I am a very naughty girl,” she cried, adding, “Please, please… I’m sorry.”
“No, I think we’re done here,” he said brightly, “You can stand up.”
Teri didn’t move, instead she collapsed into a cascade of tears and didn’t let up for some minutes.
The Headmaster put away the cane and let the woman sob for a while. He didn’t usually dwell upon the nudity of the girls he caned, he was mostly busy and they invariably wanted to leave as soon as he dismissed them. However, that was when dealing with school girls. Putting his talents to use in the current emergency had been unexpected and so far apparently effective. He had learned that when dealing with a variety of women aged between their mid-20s to late-40s reactions had been vastly different. So far and out and out rebellion had not happened and most either reacted with grudging acceptance, enthusiastic submission or occasionally denial. Teri was one of the few in last camp, unlike her friend Cait, a natural rebel who was definitely in the first camp.
“I have a feeling I will see you again, and I suspect you believe that too,” he said thoughtfully, but he was still distracted by the woman’s well-thrashed bare bottom and wished a sense of paternal honour prevented him from pursuing his more prurient ideas.
Teri sniffed and realised she was still half naked. She was too embarrassed to answer him, but did return a small nod as she clambered unceremoniously to her feet.
Dr Wells realised he was staring and shook himself to turn his back again while the woman got dressed.
“It is usual to shake hands at this point,” the Headmaster suggested, “You left rather quickly last time so we didn’t get around to it.”
Teri’s face was a crying mess with mascara and other make-up running down her face. Her bottom stung and burned like a bastard so she was still crying some but after embarrassment her overriding emotion centred around her having cleared the air between them somehow. “You enjoyed that,” she accused him ruefully.
“Guilty,” he shrugged.
She managed a non-committal smile, which suggested magnanimous defeat and proffered her hand. “I deserved it the first time, let’s agree that this was a draw,” she said, her other hand massaging her rear. She was already pushing her total submission from her mind.
He laughed as he took her hand. “Still in denial I see, but whatever you say.” A smile played around his lips as he added, “To a rematch then.”
Her face fell into startled consternation and she almost protested. Then she made a pout, “I think I just hoist myself on that petard thingy, didn’t I?” She sniffed and winced. “Okay Dr Wells,” she paused and executed a curt bow, amending to, “Headmaster, I guess you win on points. I will knuckle down and try and stay out of your way.”
The Headmaster returned her curt nod and gestured to the door. “Miss Lightfoot,” he said with finality.
Teri found she was limping some and made her undignified and ungainly way to the door.
Cait’s room was closer than hers so she wasted no time in calling in. She scarcely knocked the door before she just entered.
Cait, who was face down on the bed looked up, and then quickly got up to help Teri in.
“He, he eh…” Teri could not say the words.
“Someone got their bare bottom thrashed didn’t they?” Cait was grinning. “Here onto the bed… face down silly.”
Teri groaned and obeyed.
“Let’s take your things off…Oooh, oh my, welcome to the club,” she added as she eased Teri’s knickers down.
Teri looked back over her shoulder and rather sheepishly told Cait, “Actually I was already in the club. He caned you the other day didn’t her? Sorry… I couldn’t deal.”
“Actually he has caned me four times now,” Cait said ruefully, “But oh… ouch, I don’t think he had at me that badly. How many did he give you?” She continued as she studied Teri’s purple-red rash of blistered red ridges. “Too many by the looks of it, here I’ll get a pillow… to elevate your bum,” she added.
“I had enough I think, in every sense of that word, but if you tell a soul…” Teri was beginning to feel a re-ignition of the pain in her bottom.
“I won’t,” Cait said, “Here I have some cream,” she said slathering on a handful and carefully smoothing it into the punished flesh.
“Oh, ooh,” Teri began to pant, “I-I can do it…” she said breathlessly.
“So can I ,” Cait said equally challenged on the breathing front. She was struck at how delicious her friend’s bare bottom was at close quarters and began to caress the ointment in and… between.
“Hey… I… ooh, I wasn’t caned there,” Teri breathed.
“Oh we had better make sure,” Cait said cheekily and redoubled her efforts.
Teri made no effort to stop Cait but protested all the same. “Look I am not… ah… not like that… I didn’t come here for… ooh.”
“Yes you did, so shut up or I will spank you myself,” Cait chuckled.
The threat, no matter it was jokey, strangely thrilled both of them.
Teri groaned and squirmed until she came close to crisis. Cait let her fingers return to the upper curves.
“Don’t stop,” Teri gasped, before she even knew what she was saying.
“I won’t Miss Lightfoot,” Cait told her gently, “But we need another jar and I want to get undressed too first.”
“But we… we need to check the rota…” Teri remembered and pretended to care.
“I don’t care, but I am pretty sure tomorrow is soon enough,” Cait who was now all but naked began her caresses again with another jar.
“But… hmmm, but we’ll be caned,” Teri groaned.
“He can cane us together,” Cait said huskily, wondering if it would almost be worth it.
The suggestion completely overwhelmed Teri and she came.
*
“I…y eh… I can’t believe we did that,” Teri was wide eyed and blushing but her grin was uncontainable. “Have you done this before… with a woman I mean?”
A nude Cait rolled on to her tummy lying next to her friend and eyed her beautiful but absolutely caned blistered bare bottom. “I messed around a bit in college, mostly above the waist stuff. Are you sorry?”
“I don’t know, I am a bit confused, mostly about the cane stuff… I mean it fucking hurt and I hated it and it is so embarrassing… but,” Teri grimaced as she tried to move and round on Cait, “You loved it, didn’t you?”
“I love thinking and fantasising about it… but not actually getting it, not until after… but if I liked it… I don’t think it would be as much fun,” Cait reached out to caress Teri’s martyred flesh.
Teri hissed and batted her hand away. “You really love that I got it,” she accused and made a pout.
“Maybe,” Cait shrugged.
Teri couldn’t blame her and flopped back onto the bed. “He said there were others, who do you think?” Teri smiled mischievously.
“Janice for one,” Cait laughed, “And the ‘Twins,’”
Teri squealed in delight, “Together?”
Cait shrugged, “Who knows?”
“That so called committee?”
“I honestly don’t know, but I would love to see Uxbridge thrashed,” Cait said with an absent smile. “I am betting that most of the younger women have had a little chat with him by now…”
“Amanda Sullivan,” Teri considered the possibility with unreserved schadenfreude.
“Ooh don’t, I would love that,” Cait murmured.
Both women laughed.
*
A few weeks passed and the women’s relationship grew. Keeping their heads down and close adherence to the rotas had kept them mostly out of trouble. Teri no longer went to the headland every day to look for ships and Cait found herself going to her closed-down coffee shop less and less.
“So what do you think?” Cait asked Teri as they strolled arm-in-arm along the beach between work duties.
“About what?” Teri replied absently.
“All this… school for refugee women regime malarkey? You don’t seem as cynically as you used to be,” Cait smiled contently.
Teri shrugged, “I suppose it works and the chores aren’t as boring when you know the consequences of not doing them. Then… well there is always down time,” she grinned and dipped her head shyly. “I am so not used to… well you know.” She chewed her lower lip coyly.
“I really must spank you some time,” Cait teased.
Teri stopped and took a deep breath. “You keep saying things like that… is that…I mean do you want…?” She turned away.
It was Cait’s turn to blush.
Time hung on end and the sound of waves and gulls dominated the moment. However, before either could break the silence Janice came scurrying past somewhat flustered. “Oh my have you heard?” she gushed without stopping.
“What… a ship?” Teri gasped.
Cait’s heart sank, especially at the sudden hope in Teri’s voice.
“Ship? No,” the newcomer replied puzzled, “It’s Amanda Sullivan, she is for it, Uxbridge finally confronted her and she had to be dragged practically kicking and screaming to the Headmaster.”
Cait and Teri turned on each other with a wicked grin.
“Come on,” Cait squealed in delight, “I know the back way to the Headmaster’s corridor, we might hear… or see something.”
Both women began to run like giggling school girls along the shingle back to the main school building.
*
The fire door at the top of the back stairs creaked like an alarm and both women winced as they froze.
“Can you see anybody?” Teri hissed.
Cait stifled a giggle and Teri almost joined her; punching her friend to silence. They both froze again when they heard something.
“Shush,” Cait said loudly. Then with an almost comedic tiptoeing up the corridor they crept up to the Headmaster’s study.
To their surprise the door was ajar and a commotion could be heard within.
“I told you Headmaster we have had enough of her attitude,” Janet Stone was saying.
Teri peeked through the gap between the door and the hinge seam, with Cait crouched below her to also look.
An exasperated Janet was waving her arms angrily and shooting angry accusatory looks at an equally furious Amanda Sullivan. Both women looked like school girls hauled up before the head to account for misdoings.
“How dare both of you… who do you think you are?” Amanda shrieked and stamped her foot in frustration.
“She has done nothing, nothing, not even her share of kitchen duty or at the servery,” Janet said angrily. “When Mary confronted her about it… she… the language and the attack…”
“She slapped me,” Amanda said defensively. There was some uncertainty in her voice.
“You were screaming obscenities in her face and you responded with more than just a slap,” Janet gasped in disbelief.
“Ladies calm down,” the Headmaster said at last.
“Headmaster,” Janet began anew.
“Miss Stone, please be quiet now,” Dr Wells said sharply. “Miss Sullivan, is all this true?”
Amanda made to reply but then glowered almost in a sulk. “They have no right,” she muttered.
“You attacked Mary Uxbridge?” the Headmaster pressed her.
“She slapped me first…” Amanda murmured adding, “But maybe I shouldn’t have…”
“The work rota, have you done anything since we last spoke?” he continued.
“I thought about it… I meant to one day but… I overslept,” she added lamely.
Suddenly Amanda looked dejected and somewhat woeful. She backed away from the other two and hugged herself as she turned away.
“I see,” the Headmaster sighed, “Miss Stone, can you leave us?”
“She’s dangerous, you might need me,” Janet protested, “I should stay.”
“Stay for what?” Amanda asked.
“Miss Sullivan, I want you to bend over the back of that chair,” the Headmaster told her.
“And get your pants and trousers down,” Janet said sharply.
“Miss Stone,” the Headmaster warned, “Please go.” Then to Amanda he said, “But yes, as Miss Stone says if you please.”
“What?” Amanda spluttered, “No way,” she made for the door and pushed past Janet who made a grab.
“Miss Sullivan, if you don’t cooperate I will put you across my knee,” the Headmaster scolded her.
Amanda shrugged Janet off her and back away. “You wouldn’t…” she began.
Janet grinned.
“Miss Stone, if you don’t leave, I will put you across my knee,” the Headmaster growled.
Janet flushed but that did not wipe the smirk from her face as reluctantly she turned to go.
Teri and Cait made to flee but turned to crash right into Mary Uxbridge who seemed to be sporting a black eye. “Ladies,” she grinned at them with a hint of evil pleasure. “Dose’s the Headmaster know you are out here?”
“Eh…” Cait ventured.
Janet Stone was about to close the door behind her when from inside there came a yelp. All four women turned and watched through the wide open door as a now bare bottomed Amanda was flailing across the Headmaster’s knee.
“Perhaps you had better wait,” Mary said without a flicker, “The Headmaster seems to be busy just this moment.”
Cait and Teri exchanged glances but Mary and Janice had all their focus on Amanda and the Headmaster now.
“No… ouch… please, I’ll be good,” Amanda spluttered; her bare bottom by now quite red.
“You’ll be good, will you, why now suddenly?” the Headmaster chuckled.
Amanda rolled her eyes and prayed for inspiration, “I just will… promise,” she gushed.
“Will you do what you’re told woman?” he snarled.
“Yes Sir, anything,” she agreed. Her face was as red as her bottom.
“Good, because first I want you to take the rest of your spanking and then you can bend over the back of that chair,” he told her.
“No but… ah… please,” Amanda wailed, but the rest of her protests were lost in bawling as the spanking resumed.
Just the Dr Wells noticed his audience and frowned quizzically as paused his assault again.
“We found a couple of interlopers out here,” Mary Uxbridge explained.
“Who’s there…. What?!” Amanda exclaimed in panic, “Don’t let them see.”
“Be quiet,” the Headmaster scolded, “Or I will take you down to the refectory and spank you in front of everybody.” Then to Mary he said, “Keep them there, I will see them afterwards.”
Teri swallowed nervously and tried to flee. Cait caught her eye and shook her head to stay her.
Mary Uxbridge glared at them both and then closed the door on the scene inside. “I trust you will remain on your honour,” she said to Teri and Cait, “Else it will be worse for you.”
Cait nodded meekly while Teri merely blushed. A thwack and a scream from inside let them know the caning had begun. Both waiting women went white.
“Have fun girls,” Mary chuckled as she and Janet left them to it.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Cait said ruefully, once they were alone, but the butterflies felt kind of nice with Teri there.
Teri only winced as another stroke cracked on bare bottom on the other side of the door. She had a feeling they were in for a long couple of years before any rescue came.
Ends
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