'This is a standard school cane,' Annabel held it up, 'standard
to Westbury, that is. I would rate it as quite severe compared to
the one used at the school I came from, although we did go
even tighter at times, and for a school beating, if you were ever
so foolish as to earn one, you'd get something even longer and
heavier than this. Still, this is a good rod, and I think Miss
Poussin will be well marked by the time I've finished with her.'
They were all crowded closely together in the room, so
everyone saw how Jenny's bent buttocks cringed a little during
this lecture, but she kept quiet and held her place, awaiting the
first of her six cuts.
She did not have to wait long. Annabel briefly rested the cane
across the proffered buttocks to mark her place, took two short
steps back, and then sprang forward, her arm moving from the
shoulder with her wrist making its contribution to the rod's
velocity so that it lashed squarely across the fleshy bottom, just
below its trembling centre. She then stepped back to admire her
handiwork.
At the moment of impact the track left by the cane was
bleached white, all the blood driven out of the skin as the
prostrate girl gasped beneath the shock of the assault. But even
as everyone watched, the mark turned a bright red from the
returning onrush of blood, the bruise spreading and swelling
until it rose above the surrounding skin in a clearly defined
welt. Jenny groaned from the rising pain but remained
motionless, determined to show all these girls how a beating
should be taken.
Satisfied that both Jenny and her audience had fully benefited
from their contemplation of the cut, Annabel took two prancing
steps forward again, and sent the second lash home. Another
gasp from her victim, another flaming track followed by
another miserable groan, and the bruise thickened perceptively.
She felt a surge of lust, and of pride at how well she was
striking the flesh at her disposal. Her arm and her wrist had not
lost their cunning despite prolonged absence from the sport
since leaving the strict academy where she learned this deadly
trade. With her eye fixed firmly on her squirming target she
started her run again, and thrashed the rod home directly
between the two close parallel tracks already throbbing across
the deliciously submissive buttocks.
Jenny managed to absorb the third blow as stoically as the
rest, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to hold back a scream
of agony as Annabel paused to let the cuts sink in, and to let
her audience savour the full extent of the suffering they were
committing themselves to should they choose full equality with
the boys by voting to accept corporal punishment. When she
was satisfied the latest welt had matured into a thick, rope-like
bruise, and the other girls truly appreciated the nature of the
beast, she struck again, this time aiming a little lower to catch
the bent and tormented girl exactly on the faint crease
separating her buttocks from her thighs. It was a cruel blow
delivered to the most tender area of her cheeks, but she judged
that Jenny could take it, and she wanted to demonstrate the
ultimate cane stroke, at least as far as the buttocks were
concerned.
True to her resolve, Jenny absorbed the searing anguish of this
vicious cut without crying out, but her hips writhed and the
muscles in her upper thighs twitched in distress. Only two to
go! Her lower lip was almost bleeding now, but she couldn't
help sinking her teeth into it again hearing the thud of
Annabel's rubber-shod feet behind her as the head girl made
another run. Oh, just above the last one! A full-blooded stroke
across the fattest part of her bent hinds would be a kindness
compared to these slices into the sensitive skin underneath her
fleshy mounds, but Annabel was not about to let her off with
anything but the tightest sixer she could manage pour
encourager les autres.
When the last stroke fell, it too landed right in her overhang.
She whined as the pain rose in time with the swelling welt, but
held her position as she had been taught to do. She would not
let Myra down; this had to be a perfect demonstration.
Annabel stood back, and surveyed her work. The fleshy
buttocks were thickly scored. The six were tight indeed, hard,
swollen and laid close together in a restricted area that would
be directly beneath the girl when she sat down. For lasting
effect, there was nothing like a well scored sit-upon whose
soreness would produce flinching reminders of the beating for
several days to come, reinforcing the disciplinary message of
the stinging cane.
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'There now,' she said, after an interval long enough for the
other girls to take in the ravaged bottom on display before
them, 'I think that should serve as a sufficient demonstration of
what we would be committing ourselves to. Quite a deterrent, I
think you'll agree, but nothing to threaten a girl's health, and as
far as her dignity is concerned, that's up to her. As Miss Poussin
has so ably shown us, such a test of fortitude and bearing can
be endured without forfeiting feminine dignity.'
There were murmurs all around, mainly of assent, and some
of relaxation after the tension of an exhibition not entirely
innocent of lust. Annabel turned to her still bent victim. 'Thank
you, Jenny, please rise now and take your seat again. We are
about to vote on the issue, and there may be other questions
you can help us answer to everyone's satisfaction.'
Not trusting herself to speak, Jenny straightened up painfully
and pulled her panties back up over her hips. She would have
preferred to discard them completely, but she was mindful of
her promise to Myra to do everything she could to win these
girls the benefit of a regiment of rod and slipper similar to the
one from which she herself benefited. Limping slightly, she
walked back to the chair allocated her, and sat down gingerly.
Those nearest to her detected her slight gasp as her bottom
came in contact with the unyielding wood, and everyone could
see her crimson face and tear-filled eyes.