Caned by the Headmaster!

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Thirteen Bottoms: Drug-laced cupcakes brought into Bradshaw school calls for a severe punishment for the thirteen girls involved. So Abigail gives Headmaster Mark Porter some instruction in how to apply the cane. At first he practices on cushions, then on Abigail's granddaughters. Aged 18 and 19, the two girls are used to receiving corporal punishment, but they certainly feel the strokes Headmaster Mark gives them as he rises to the challenge. He now has the skills as well as the enthusiasm to administer punishment canings to thirteen girls, each one positioned over the vaulting horse to receive her well-deserved thrashing! Would you agree that once you become a student, you are a student, and that a student can’t declare they are not a student simply to avoid punishment?”

In a way, the uniform was a feminist statement, Tracy reasoned. Tracy would dress precisely as Mr. Chambers most wanted to see her and still come out on top. Yes, that would show the old goat. Let the senile old lecher eat his heart out, look but not touch, and fantasize about what he would never have.Tracy felt ashamed as she remembered all of the times she had taunted students waiting on the bench with a sly comment, or simply a satisfied smile. It had seemed just to her, part of their punishment, but now that she was on receiving end it seemed very cruel indeed! Now the moment of truth had come. Tracy Smith had earned a harsh punishment, and she was going to get it. She had this lesson coming for a long time, and Mr. Chambers was determined to see that she learned it, and learned it well. Taking pains to ensure they were able to schedule a private appointment, she had informed Thomas of her decision just a few days ago, instructing him to arrive half an hour after final lessons on the final day of the term. The House admin corridor would be empty and she felt certain none of the other boys would still be lingering in the common rooms. Was such a thing possible? Recovering, Tracy dismissed the thought as utter rubbish. No matter what she was wearing, she was still the Deputy Headmistress, educated, politically astute, and very much in control.

Mr. Chambers at last finished his paperwork. Rising, he walked around the desk to inspect Tracy’s new uniform. He did nearly a full circle around her, pausing to admire her legs and shapely bottom. Tracy, punishment pass in hand, squirmed helplessly under his appraising gaze.

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Tracy looked at the time on the pass. She wanted to argue that the pass wasn’t necessary. She wanted to ask if she might go to her car and retrieve her clothes. She wanted to ask why the pass was yellow. I can tell you something. No child that I went to school with was functionally illiterate at the end of their schooling. Can you say the same now?

That is no ordinary school-cane several had insisted, with some boys speculating it must have been treated with exotic and forbidden oils to imbue it with additional stinginess. Others took the view she had been coached by a tennis pro until her forehand swing was capable of delivering strokes of hitherto unprecedented power. Katie Smith is the author of the highly popular Tracey Stories. She created the character and originally wrote and posted to a Yahoo group which is sadly gone. However, some of her stories do crop up at the Strip Search 4 Yahoo group but all of her writings can be found here:

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Quite. You teach mathematics, philosophy, and logic, do you not, Miss Smith? Very well, let us confine ourselves to a summation of the relevant facts, which I will summarize now. At the conclusion of my summary, I wish you to give me a simple “yes” or “no” answer, without commentary, stating whether or not I have stated the facts correctly, so we can logically determine whether I should cane you. Do you agree?” You did quite well, Tracy,” he patronized. “I’m particularly impressed that you held your position. I suppose the thought of Jemal and Jose seeing your bare arse wiggling through your spanking was quite an incentive. Then again you always were a bit shy about your body, weren’t you?” The next day I was amazed to find that my friends had not prepared for their beating. I'd crammed five hankies down my pants. I probably looked like I'd got the biggest arse in the school, but I wasn't worried about that.