EMMA
AT SCHOOL
09
House Public
Emma and Deborah have
been caught playing sex games in the local boy’s school. They've received the
first half of their punishment - a bare bottom caning in the housemaster's study
- and are now about to be given six strokes more, this time stripped naked in
front of the whole house.... The four marched slowly down the corridor towards
the hall: Mr Lindon leading the way in his master's robes and with his cane held
before him, the two naked girls following behind and Amanda, the house captain,
bringing up the rear. With as much dignity as they could manage, the two girls
took up their positions, one in front of each punishment horse. Amanda had
warned them not to try to cover themselves but to stand with their arms by their
sides. Emma, being the more modest of the two, felt the exposure more keenly;
each member of the house, including the three boys, was able to look over her
naked body at their leisure and she blushed deeply. "It is always with a
heavy heart," the housemaster was saying, "that I decide to invoke the
part of the school rules which deals with public beatings. However, on this
occasion I feel as though I have been given little choice and both girls will
therefore receive six strokes of the cane. Before I administer this punishment,
I will say a few words about the offences committed in the hope that it may have
a deterrent effect on the rest of you." Mr Lindon looked gravely around at
the expectant faces before continuing. Evening call took place in the entrance
hallway of the house. It was, therefore, quite chilly in the winter and both
girls were grateful at least for the season. The location also meant that anyone
who had a reason to visit the house that evening would come across the events
taking place there. Mr Lindon drew a deep breath and then continued. "These
two young ladies took it into their heads to visit St Stephen's Boys' School
this afternoon. You all know that such excursions are strictly forbidden unless
you are involved in an official school function, or have my express permission.
If that had been their only offence they could still have expected a bare bottom
caning! "However, Emma and Deborah compounded their offence by their
behavior once there. They were discovered completely or partly naked in a boy's
study by the housemaster in the company of two of the school's pupils and it was
clear from the scene which the teacher uncovered that sexual activity had been
taking place. "The two boys involved have been caned themselves and I was
put in the position of having to apologise for the conduct of my girls to the
boys' housemaster. In the circumstances, given the exhibitionism of both girls,
I decided that a public caning was the only punishment possible. "In
addition most of you will have noticed that Deborah, owing to her inappropriate
dress, paid an extra penalty this afternoon." Deborah's face turned red as
a collective snigger passed among the collected audience. Everyone had either
seen or heard about her enforced display of bare bottom and pussy during
afternoon classes. The three girls who shared Deborah's gym class also recalled
with a shared smile her nakedness during the lesson and the fact that she had
been sent off by the teacher to take a spanking from Martin. The scene set, Mr
Lindon then turned to Amanda and asked her to prepare Emma while he got Deborah
ready to receive the cane. Emma had to grit her teeth tightly to stop herself
from fighting or shouting out as her legs were parted so that each knee could be
placed on the padded rung and secured in place and then as her body was pushed
forwards over the horse and her hands tied to keep her there. She knew that,
from where her house-mates were standing, they now had a perfect view of her
open pussy - and, of course, her upturned bottom with its fading purple marks
from the afternoon's caning. To her horror, she felt a twinge between her thighs
as she imagined forty pairs of eyes penetrating her and knew that she was
getting a little wet. She silently began to pray for the caning to start to take
her mind off her revealing pose and stem the flow of juices before her dampness
became visible. Mr Lindon was ready to answer her prayer. He stood behind her
and a little to one side, making sure that his audience would be able to see
clearly. Then he touched the cane gingerly to Emma's pale, striped cheeks and
lifted it high in the air. To have to publicly flog a new girl within weeks of
her arrival! Well, perhaps this would encourage her to think before she acted in
future. Emma and Deborah heard the whistle, but only Deborah heard the crack of
impact. Emma's five senses collapsed into one the moment the cane bit into her
flesh, and that one - touch - registered only one sensation: absolute and
concentrated pain. With no gag to keep her voice trapped in her mouth, Emma's
scream of anguish echoed harshly off the bare walls and uncarpeted floor as the
burning caress of the rod seared through her. "ONE!" the assembled
pupils yelled together. Deborah had forgotten about that, the unison counting of
strokes which traditionally accompanied house publics in Austin house. Deeply
wounded by the agony of her lover as she was beaten for an offence committed at
Deborah's instigation, the prurient chorus of voices behind her magnified her
contrition. Assistance in assuaging her guilt was at hand though as Mr Lindon
took a couple of steps sideways, lifted his arm once again and delivered the
first of Deborah's six strokes. Amanda's assertion that the thicker, longer cane
the housemaster used in house publics would not be more immediately painful had
helped to keep the girls' spirits up, yet it proved sadly inaccurate. The main
difference between the canes was indeed this one's longer-lasting bruising, but
in creating that deeper mark it undeniably bit harder. Deborah, with her
reputation as a bit of a hard character, had resolved not to cry out, but her
determination was thrashed out of her with the very first stroke. She had a good
deal of experience of taking corporal punishment, both at school and at home,
but this ranked up with the very worse of them and, as the slim wooden weapon
sliced across her unprotected rump, Deborah opened her mouth and shrieked with
pain, masking the repeated shout of the assembled pupils. Mr Lindon waited a
full minute after delivering his opening salvo, Amanda cooling timing the
passing seconds to the accompaniment of the two girls' wailing and then nodded
her head gravely. WHACKK! "TWO!" "Arrrgghhhhhh!" As the
force of the blow swept through her, Emma tried to remember why she was there.
Not to be punished for what had happened in that boy's study - after all, most
of what had happened had consisted in her being punished! No, she knew that she
was here to prove her love for Deborah, to take the cruel lash of the cane
across her bare buttocks with no thought of telling the truth about their
afternoon jaunt. She closed her eyes tightly as the whistling sound nearby told
her that Deborah was being beaten for a second time. If she could have found a
plausible story, Emma would have engineered things so that Deborah had escaped
punishment altogether and would now be standing with the others watching her
flogging. Still, simply to be tied and caned next to Deborah was a great display
of solidarity and love, wasn't it? These thoughts did nothing to stem the tide
of tears which were collecting in a pool on the floor, but they gave her the
strength to carry on - to stop herself from pleading uselessly for clemency or
from wriggling hopelessly on the horse. A minute passed.... "Nooooooooh!"
Deborah felt as if the wood were cutting her every time Emma took another
stroke. She wanted to yell out that it was all her fault - that Emma was
innocent - but she knew that Emma did not want her to. Although she loved baring
Emma's bottom and spanking her, although she relished the squeals of agony as
her friend writhed under her chastisement, now she just wanted to protect her,
to gather her into her arms and plant tender kisses on each scarlet welt. She
heard the sideways step and braced herself for her own third stroke. The cane
snapped through the air and stroked her bare flesh as if covered in barbs.
Despite the intense pain, she wanted to show Emma that she could take it. She
gritted her teeth and felt the sting peak and then ebb slowly to a plateau of
throbbing without more than a gasp passing her lips. "For you, my darling
Emma," she thought. Emma, despite her own anguish, perceived the silence
that followed the last stroke and took comfort in it, knowing that Deborah's
bravery was garnered just for her. She knew too, however, that such fortitude
was beyond her own body's resolve and, after the familiar pause, she was made to
scream again as the cane carved another weal into her flesh amid a frenzied
shout of "Four!" Mr Lindon too had noticed Deborah's success in
refusing to cry out at the previous stroke and lifted his arm that bit higher
the next time, let the rod swing through the air that bit faster, let the
furious wood nibble that bit deeper into the youthful behind presented to him.
Still, Deborah managed to hold her instinctive howl inside once again and, as he
heard the roar of the girls and boys standing in a semi-circle behind him, Mr
Lindon resolved to break her next time. He was impatient for the sixty seconds
to pass and showed it in his agitated sidestep back to Emma, lining the cane up
as if he were going to beat her again straight away. He restrained himself,
however, and dispersed a little of his frustration with a few practice swings
until it was time once more. The housemaster knew that to get so personally
involved in the punishment of his girls was dangerous and guarded against it,
but sometimes it was so hard... as was (and he was grateful for his loose gowns
at times like these) his cock as he prepared to cane Emma once more. Her pussy's
wetness was faint enough to be invisible to the pupils watching, but Mr Lindon
could see it clearly. He guessed correctly that the caning itself was not
responsible for her arousal, but whether it was the forced display of her most
intimate parts to himself and her house-mates or something else, he was not
immune to the delights of her pretty, pouting pussy. Trying to concentrate on
the area he was aiming for, rather than the open secret below, he lined up
again. The housemaster wanted to save his strength for Deborah, but still
delivered a solid stroke to her friend and was rewarded once more by her
enchanting cry. His mouth straightened into a determined line, Mr Lindon
approached Deborah once more. Two more strokes to go. The man felt sure that if
she survived this one then he would fail to crack her with the last - this would
be his last attempt to reassert his authority. In fact after the extra fury of
the previous stroke, the girl before him had felt her courage drain away anyway
and knew somehow that she had lost the battle. Suddenly she felt less like a
defiant martyr and more like a naughty little school-girl and, consequently,
when the cane tackled her again with the full might of the housemaster focused
on her chastisement, she gave herself up to its correction absolutely. The
expectant crowd had barely begun to form their lips around the "Five!"
when Deborah's blood-curdling screech of torment cut through their collective
voices in a total admission of defeat. Emma felt the flow of her tears increase
as she witnessed the shattering of her friend, aching for the feel of the wood
on her own bare skin to allow her to join herself to Deborah in pain. She had to
wait only a minute before Mr Lindon, reinvigorated by the success of his last
delivery, beat her a final time with a great crack of a blow just above the
crease between thighs and buttocks which kept her in full voice right through to
the last of Deborah's six. An hour or so later, Emma was lying (face down, of
course) on her bed in the dormitory when Amanda, the house captain, came over
and sat down by her, gently stroking her hair. Emma had been reliving the caning
again, remembering not only the thrashing itself, but the fifteen minutes which
followed it when she and Deborah had been left tied to the punishment horses for
their fellow pupils to see as they went about their various pre-bedtime chores.
Again, Emma had been aware of a heat between her thighs which had mingled
strangely with the heat in her bottom and the knew, to her shame, that any of
the girls and boys who had come close enough would have been able to see her
dampness. "Emma," the house captain was speaking softly in her ear.
"Yes," she mumbled in reply. "I know this is a bad time, but I
need to talk to you about your fagging duties." Emma had forgotten about
that. Deborah had explained to her that for her first year she would be assigned
to a sixth former to fag for. That could mean bringing tea in the morning,
cleaning shoes, cleaning their studies - stuff like that. The fagging system was
not governed by the school rules but by an informal tradition maintained by the
pupils. There were, therefore, many anomalies. For a start, the duties covered
were not written down anywhere and, therefore, there was a huge discrepancy
between the extremes of what various sixth-formers remanded. Whom a girl ended
up fagging for therefore had a great impact on her first year at school. The
right of sixth formers to punish their fags was also an issue of debate. It was
generally understood that the failure of a fag to perform her duties to the
sixth former's satisfaction could be punished by a hand spanking through her
knickers. However, it was well-known that many, if not most, went beyond that
limit in the spanking of their fags, and that because of the position of power
the sixth formers enjoyed, it was almost pointless for fags to complain.
"Yes, OK," Emma said, raising herself onto one elbow.
"Well," Amanda continued, "there is only one sixth-former to whom
no one is assigned at the moment, so will be fagging for them. You need to
report to them at seven sharp tomorrow morning." Something in Amanda's
voice told Emma that there was a detail she wasn't being told, but she couldn't
figure out what. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's... er... it's
Richard Younger." "A boy! You... you can't!" Emma yelled, turning
several heads in the dormitory in her direction. "Don't talk to me like
that or, caning or no caning, I'll take my strap to you!" Amanda's tone was
suddenly severe. "I'm sorry, Amanda," Emma groaned. "But
please... it's not fair!" "You have no choice. Girls and boys have to
fag for each other sometimes because of the way the numbers work. It will be OK,
he's a really nice guy." Emma didn't dispute that. He was a kind and gentle
boy, and attractive too, yet she still felt a terrible sense of foreboding at
being handed over to a boy. She woke, after a series of very strange dreams,
only to look over at her bedside clock and see that the time was already
seven-fifteen. "Oh no!" she thought. "It can't be!"
Following Amanda's talk with her, she had been too tired and sore to set her
alarm straight away and had dozed off within minutes. Now she found herself
flying down the stairs while doing up the buttons on her blouse as she went and
then sprinting for Richard's study. "I... I'm sorry I'm late!" she
gasped, having burst into the room. Richard looked at her with a displeased, but
not angry gaze. "Really," he muttered. "And do you normally just
barge in to people's studies?" "Er... no," she stammered.
"No... I'm sorry." "Stop apologising," he said, irritated.
He looked at his watch. "Well, it's getting late. Follow me." Richard
strode off out of the study and down the corridor towards the boys' dormitory
area, a place usually out of bounds to the girls. She followed him meekly until
he reached an open door and walked inside, going in after him and looking around
while he closed the door. They were in a small bathroom, one of two which the
boys shared. The girls' changing room, where their baths and showers were found,
were communal. However the boys' part of the house had been converted from old
servants' quarters with the result that their rooms were all much smaller and
they enjoyed more privacy. Richard sat down on the one stool in the room and
gazed at the fresh-faced young girl in front of him, looking at him anxiously
and expectantly. "Very well, take off your clothes please."
"What?" Emma gasped. "I mean, why?" "Why?" The
question appeared not to have entered his head. "To find out if you're the
kind of girl who carries out the instructions of her superiors without question
or delay," he told her at last. "Oh, I am," she exclaimed,
realising her folly too late as Richard leaned back, folded his arms and simply
said: "Good."