CLAIRE

BY TOMMY
encoretommy@yahoo.fr

[ part 2 ]

Jeff was buttering some toast when the little girl came through the door in her nightie. “Morning Claire, sleep well?” She blinked her eyes and yawned. “Yes sir, I think so.” “Good. What about the butt-plug? Feel okay now?” He put a plate in front of her. Claire blushed. “Yes sir.” She sat down and squirmed a bit. Yes, she had got used to it, but it felt weird when she sat!” A glass of orange juice appeared next to her plate. “Well, eat up and then you can shower and get dressed. Oh, don’t forget to remove the butt-plug and bring it with you to the study.”

Actually, Claire found that removing her butt-plug was not as easy a she’d thought, and certainly not pleasant. One consolation was that at least she got to wear her morning uniform and she pulled on her vest, knickers and gymslip with a pleasure she never thought she’d feel.

“Thank you Claire.” In his study, Jeff took the proffered butt-plug from the girl and placed it in a drawer. He took out another, a larger, longer black monster that made Claire stare with horror. Jeff laughed. “This is what’s going in next, though I think we’ll wait until after lunch.” He placed it on the desk. “Anyway Claire, you’ll be pleased to hear that you passed your test last night, so I’ve deducted fifty points from the seventy you earned before. That makes only twenty, which, added to the other points, makes forty four.” His smile faded. “However, because of the fuss you made when I inserted your butt-plug, I’m giving you ten points, making a grand total of fifty four.” Claire swallowed and looked at him pleadingly. “But sir, I…” “Don’t interrupt please!” He sighed. “The problem is Claire, that I don’t like starting a new day with so many points owing. I think for your own sake, it’s best to use them up now.” He turned his chair and patted his knee. “Knickers down please Claire! We haven’t got all day!”

It was a dream! Was it real? A few tears ran down her cheek. She slid her knickers down to her knees. “Hold your gymslip up to your chest please!” Jeff ordered. “I like to have a good view of the target area.” He chuckled at his joke and positioned the girl across his lap. “Right, fifty four hard spanks! You don’t have to count them this time Claire. I want to do this quickly. We have work to do! Oh, and don’t wriggle!”

The slaps were like pistol shots and resounded around the room. Claire shut her eyes and tried to stop herself from wriggling. She knew she’d probably earn herself an extra ten if she did! After the initial pain, her rear end just seem to bathe in an intense heat, painful, yet somehow more bearable than the previous day. The slaps covered every inch of her large bouncing buttocks, occasionally further south to her thighs and, from time to time, even just above the back of her knees. Jeff admired the bright red half moon on his lap and aimed a few hard slaps on her thighs. Claire’s tears trickled onto the floor, but Jeff was pleasantly surprised that the girl seemed to be making far less noise than her first spanking the previous morning. Of course, her pain threshold had increased. He grinned as he thought of the plans he had for her. Oh yes, that threshold would be raised much further!

“Okay Claire, fifty four points accounted for. “ He lifted her off his lap and wiped a tear from her blotchy face. “You start the day with zero punishment points. Don’t you think that’s good?” Claire sniffed and nodded. “Yes sir.” Jeff frowned. “No, don’t rub your bottom Claire! After a spanking, you stand holding your gymslip up until I’ve finished with you!” The girl obediently pulled the hem up to her chest and was slowly turned around so Jeff could view his handiwork. “Hmmm, nice red bum!” he said jokingly, giving the hot skin a playful slap.

“Right, pull your knickers up and run along to the schoolroom. The books are on your desk. I want two chapters from each book, so better get a move on!”

Claire rushed to the schoolroom, one hand wiping her eyes, the other hand rubbing a particularly sore area on her thigh. Two chapters? From each book? But… She sat down at her desk and started on the maths. At least it wasn’t very difficult; just so many sums to do! But two chapters!

Jeff poured himself another coffee and checked the time. Nine thirty. Give her a few hours, then a nice long PE session. Hmm yes, and perhaps a hygiene check. Yes, they hadn’t done one of those yet! Oh yes, and what about introducing her to the cane? Now, time to check the post, make a few phone calls and see what was happening in the world.

In the schoolroom, Claire gazed down at the maths book and shook her head. The sums had been easy at first, but now they were more tricky. How she hated long multiplication. It was so easy to make a mistake, and she knew what that meant! Perhaps a bit from the English book now, and come back to the maths later.

She opened the other book. What was this? A picture showed a young girl having a large dildo inserted into her pussy. But how..? The girl was smiling. ‘Copy the picture into your exercise book and write a story about it.’ Claire groaned. The next page had a series of cartoons. Another one! ‘Look at the drawings and write a story based on what you see. What do you think will happen next?’ The cartoon showed a tired man arriving home and being greeted by his wife who was pointing angrily at their young daughter. The next boxes had him caning the naked little girl, noticing the smoke coming from the oven, his wife stripping and being tied, whipped on the breasts while the girl played with his cock, eating dinner while the two females stood next to the table, gags in their mouth, collars round their necks and something clipped on their nipples. The final box showed the smiling girl on all fours, her bottom being fucked by the man while her mother held the chain attached to the girl’s collar. They all looked so happy! Claire picked up the pen. She didn’t want to see what the next chapter was about.

Jeff spent longer in town than he’d intended. The traffic was heavy today. Even the queues in the supermarket were long. The parcel he’d collected from the post office was on the seat next to him. It should have arrived over a week ago. Now the rain! Bloody english weather! He checked his watch and swore. He needed another coffee! The car park near the bank was full. Again? But that meant he’d have to park… He hit the dashboard with his fist. What a morning! What a bloody morning!

Claire heard the door at the end of the corridor slam and looked at what she’d written so far. She’d started the next chapter, then realised the maths. That had taken a long time and she still had a few pages to go. Her hand hurt from the writing. She never had to write this much at school! Oh no, the spellings on the last page! Must look at them. Must do them before…

The man stormed in and took the exercise books from her desk. “Here, do these tests while I’m marking your work!” he said brusquely, placing some sheets in front of her.

Claire gazed at the sheets. More maths? ‘A girl receives thirty spanks, nine slaps with the slipper and four with the cane. How many points is that?’ Oh easy! The next question, ‘A girl has seventy punishment points. List all possible combinations of spanks, slipperings and canings she might receive’. Now this was harder. Much harder.

Jeff marked the girl’s work and grinned, his erection already straining at his pants. Oh yes! He stood up. “Is this some kind of joke young lady?” he asked quietly but firmly, holding her books. “This is atrocious. Not only have you not finished, but the mistakes are unacceptable. Are you doing it on purpose?” Claire swallowed nervously. “N..no sir, honestly sir. I..” “Quiet!” Jeff’s eyes narrowed. This work is not good enough. The mistakes alone add up to thirty five points!” He wrote the figure on the board. “However,” His voice became very serious. “However, the fact that you did not finish is a sign of insubordination, and that, young lady, is dealt with very seriously in this school! It carries no points, simply a standard punishment: six hard strokes of the cane!” Claire watched in terror as he selected a thin cane from the pegs behind him and bent it almost double in his hands. But..but.. “Please sir, please, I did try sir. Honestly I..”

“Silence!” Jeff looked at her coldly. “The purpose of punishment is not just to punish. It also serves to stimulate you and encourages greater effort in the future.”

He ordered her to the front. Claire started to cry, her legs trembling as she walked. “Before we start, I must warn you that if you don’t stay in position or you make a fuss, I will add on extra strokes” explained Jeff, swinging the cane through the air. “This is a junior cane. It stings but doesn’t leave nasty bruises like some of my other canes. It also means you can receive it bending over instead of leaning over a desk.” He smiled at the frightened girl. “Remove your knickers please and place them neatly on the desk! Good girl.” He pointed to a spot in front of him. “Bend over and grasp your ankles please. After each stroke, you will say the number of the stroke and thank me very nicely.”

Claire did as he said and sobbed as she felt her gymslip being lifted over her back. “Legs a little further apart please. Oh and do stop crying girl. We haven’t even started yet! Straighten your legs. More… Good! Stick your bottom up more! No, more! Now stay like that!”

He tapped the large twitching bum with the cane and chuckled as the girl flinched. Hmmm, just there…. The girl gripped her ankles tightly. She wouldn’t let go! She’d show him! She wouldn’t… There was a sharp swishing sound, a crack and then the most excruciating pain she had ever felt right across the middle of her buttocks. She screamed and burst into loud sobs, almost forgetting to stay in position. This was unbearable! She couldn’t take any more- could she? She couldn’t… “Do you remember what I said about counting?” she heard the man ask quietly. The cane tapped her thighs. “Er… one sir, th…thank you sir.” The man sighed. “One extra stroke for not counting!”

Claire felt the cane tapping her again, then.. SWISH CRACK “Aaagggh!” Her buttocks gyrated as she sought to come to terms with the pain. No please, she couldn’t take any more, she…. “Stop wriggling please Claire. I don’t want to add more strokes on, but I will if you wriggle like that again.” He tapped the top of her thighs a few times. “T…two sir. Thank you sir!” she croaked through her tears.

The next stroke fell across the top of her thighs, taking her to levels of pain she’d never dreamt could exist. Jeff shook his head. What a lot of fuss! It was always like this, the first time. She’d get used to it, they always did!

He spaced the next strokes out across her large posterior, giving the seventh and last stroke on her thighs again. He was pleasantly surprised that she’d managed to stay in position. The girl was strong.

“Right, you may stand up and put on your knickers” said Jeff, replacing the cane on its peg. “Then go and finish the sheets I gave you!”

The sobbing little girl returned to her desk and sat down, the sore weals throbbing against the hard wooden chair. After a few minutes the soreness died down and she felt only a warm glow. She turned her attention to the sheets in front of her. She knew she hadn’t done well on the maths. The English one? Awful drawings of girls being tied and gagged, words she had to learn, more spellings…

“Okay Claire, run along and get changed for PE. If I’m not there, pull the vaulting horse to the centre and start practising. Quickly!”

When Jeff arrived, she was already jumping over the old leather clad horse, obviously anxious to please him. “Your worksheets were terrible young lady” said the man coldly, shutting the door. “Another fifteen points. That makes fifty, and it’s not even lunchtime!” He chuckled at her expression. “Well, come on. Don’t just stand there! I want to see you vaulting over it properly!”

He watched her run and jump over the old contraption. “Oh very good Claire!” he said, clapping his hands. “It’s a bit too low for you. Here, let me just…” Kneeling down, he swiftly turned the metal legs, raising the height considerably. “That’s more like it. Now let’s see you vault that!”

He whistled silently as the young girl eyed the vaulting horse nervously. Oh shit! She looked good! Tight vest showing two little bulges and her knickers stuck deep into every crack. This was beautiful! Almost better than not wearing knickers at all. He thought about the next few days. Of course she’d eventually be doing her PE sessions without even a vest. He frowned. Was it the fourth day he started keeping them naked longer?

Claire ran up and attempted to jump over the horse. She landed in the middle, her legs astride the leather top. Jeff laughed. “For goodness sake Claire, you can do better than that!” He pointed to the riding crop on the peg. “I’m sure I can help you jump a bit higher if necessary!”

That seemed to do the trick. The second time, she managed to jump over the horse with inches to spare. Jeff shook his head. Amazing what the threat of a whipping could do!

The vaulting was followed by stretching and bending exercises. Claire sweated as he made her do sit-ups and press-ups, allowing her no time to rest.

He looked at his watch. “Okay, time for the race, then shower and lunch.” He pressed the button on the timer, enjoying the look of desperation on her face. “Twenty minutes. Good luck.”

As he walked out, he saw the little girl spring and press the button again, before running to the far wall. Hope she doesn’t make it, he thought, feeling his bulge. He did so enjoy a good slippering before lunch!

Yes, she was going to make it – surely? Sweat soaked her body as she ran. Oh yes! Only twenty more laps to go. She was going to do it. She was…The timer beeped and she fell weeping onto the floor. So close. So very close!

“Oh bad luck Claire!” She looked up at the man, checking the timer. Claire tried to get her breath back. “P..please sir, I..I almost did it sir. Only another..” Jeff shook his head. “Well, perhaps next time.” He picked up the slipper. “Come on. I bet you’re hungry. Knickers down please!”

The twenty slaps were given hard and fast. Claire’s sweaty backside became a large red balloon. With plenty of experience, Jeff knew exactly how hard to whack the large wobbling buttocks in front of him. Not hard enough to cause bruising, but sufficient to raise the girl’s pain threshold a little bit higher.

Her tears fell on the floor and didn’t cease until halfway through her shower. Her bottom felt so sore, yet she couldn’t deny that it lacked the acute stinging she’d felt the day before. She ran her hand over her left buttock. Just a hot glowing sensation now. Soaping herself, she wondered what the man had in store for her later. She dreaded the afternoon uniform and didn’t even want to think about the PE session. Why did he make her do PE dressed like that? It was just so rude! Now she had to change into that awful short dress that showed her titties. No knickers allowed.

She had to eat lunch on her own. Jeff had explained that he had to go to town for a while and had given her permission to watch a video afterwards. At least she had that to look forward to. She washed up and went to the living room. The sofa looked so inviting! Wow, another cartoon video! At last she could relax a bit. The sofa was so comfortable.

Jeff drove the twenty miles to town smiling all the way. Yes, the innocent message on a certain internet financial forum could mean only one thing. His old ‘uncle’ Brian was in England. Originally an old friend of the family, it had been Brian who’d first introduced him to his little ‘hobby’ many years ago. When his parents had died in the car crash, it had been Brian who flew back to Britain and had helped him through the traumatic time. Good old Brian. Must be about sixty five by now, yet still going strong.

A stickler for security, Jeff never used his home computer for sending his ‘sensitive’ messages. Even using anonymous proxies carried a certain risk. No, it had to be an internet café. Brian had fully agreed with this. Jeff chuckled as he remembered the last visit. Where did Brian get those films from? They were always excellent.

The internet café was almost empty. Jeff went to the PC in the corner. There was already a message waiting for him. This afternoon? Jeff grinned. He hadn’t realised that Brian was already on his way. A large grin spread across his face. He had to explain the plan very carefully. The grin grew wider as he typed.