Accident Prone Linda

By the Bitchfinder General

Linda on Level 4

The day after she had returned to St Phillippa's, Linda knew that she was scheduled to receive her Level 4 punishment. She had already spent an uncomfortable and degrading night being tormented by her younger sister, and now she was facing the ordeal of 100 strokes of the cane, naked, in front of the whole school. 

When Gail got up next morning, she released her older sister from her uncomfortable bondage and removed the gag from her mouth. Linda gasped and spluttered for air and was then faced with the double whammy of having to undergo another session of humiliation from her sister, after which she would be caned naked before the entire school. 

'Do you want a piss, Lin?' Gail giggled.

'Yes, please, ma'am,' a thoroughly desperate Linda answered.

'Well, I suppose I'll have to unglue you first, won't I?' her younger sister smiled.

Vigorous rubbing with soap and water and a wire-wool scourer eventually got rid of the superglue that had been so cruelly used to close up her cunt. Gail pointed to the potty in the bathroom and directed her sister to use it.

'Go on then, bitch, piss!' she commanded.

In spite of her humiliation Linda found it such a blessed relief to let go of all the urine she had been forced to hold inside her all night long that she was past caring. She let fly a considerable amount and then Gail smiled cruelly at her. 

'Would you like me to take the butt plug out of your arse, Lin?'

'Yes, please, ma'am.'

Gail put on a pair of rubber gloves and slowly, deliberately prolonging the humiliation of the moment, removed the plug from her arsehole. Linda was pleased by the removal of the alien intruder but she knew it was only a temporary respite. Gail was bound to want to push it back up her as soon as possible. 

'Now suck on it,' her sister commanded.

:Linda was horrified. The invasive plug had been stuck up her arse all night long. She knew it was bound to be covered with shit by now. For a moment she actually considered refusing, but then she just sighed and forced herself to do as she was told. She almost threw up at the taste of her own shit, but Gail was relentless.

'Lick the fucking thing clean, bitch!' she said cruelly.

So Linda forced herself to suck and lick the butt plug until it was clean enough to satisfy her young sister. Revolted and humiliated, she watched Gail putting the plug away once more, but she knew it would not be a one-off toy. 

'Now drink your piss,' she ordered her.

Linda lifted the potty to her mouth and drained it dry. She knew by now that she would also have to lick it clean with her tongue and did so without even being prompted.

'Well done, Lin,' Gail laughed. 'Did you enjoy that?'

'Yes, thank you, ma'am,' a furious but helpless Linda replied.

Gail now pointed to the wardrobe.

'Go and put your uniform on,' she told her. 'Shoes, short skirt, high-heeled shoes, stockings and suspenders, no bra or knickers. We'll leave the corset for another time. Hurry up, you lazy fucking cunt! I want you ready in five minutes time. Then I shall look forward to leading you out before the whole school to see your fat arse getting 100 strokes of the cane in front of the whole school!'

Linda was forced to walk behind her younger sister as she led her relentlessly towards the ordeal of her Level 4 punishment. Gail stopped at the headmistress' study and knocked on the door.

'She's ready for you,' she told Miss Taylor.

'Thank you, Gail.'

Then Linda was forced to follow her sister on to the platform with the whole school watching and waiting, looking forward to her forthcoming ordeal. Miss Taylor was standing there, grim-faced as usual when she saw Linda; the Deputy Head, John Jackson, was there, smirking all over his face and trying to conceal the bulge in his trousers; and, worst of all, her bitter enemies Mel and Kim were also standing on the stage, waiting for her arrival.

'Well, Linda, I have to admit that there is no improvement at all in your behaviour in spite of the fact that you have already been subjected to a Level 3 punishment recently. I find myself asking the question - are you just a thoroughly bad girl or are you very stupid?'

Linda stood on the stage, saying nothing at all. She was sick and tired of being humiliated in public and in any case what more could they do to her? As it was she was going to get 100 strokes of the cane. What was the point in degrading herself any further?

'I have examined the standard of your schoolwork carefully and find that, in general, you score consistently high marks in most subjects. You are also good at sport and you have passed all the tests and examinations we set at St Phillippa's with creditable marks. The only conclusion I can come to, therefore, is that you must be wicked by choice.'

Miss Taylor stared at her in exasperation as Linda continued to say nothing. She was becoming extremely tired of the girl's failure to improve in any way and now she was standing on the stage in a manner that the headmistress considered to be 'dumb insolence.' Furious with her, she picked up the cane and held it directly in front of her face.
 
'Do you know what this is, Linda?'

'Yes, Miss Taylor.'

'And do you know what I am going to do with it?'

'Yes, Miss Taylor.'

'Perhaps you would care to tell the rest of the school what it is and what is about to happen to.

'It's a cane and you're going to beat me with it.'

'And why am I going to cane you, Linda?'

'Because of something that's not my fault,' she answered. 'Because you prefer to believe Mel and Kim's lies than the truth. That's why I'm being punished. You know perfectly well that THEY were behind what happened at summer camp, NOT me and Tiffany. But you don't care about the truth, do you, Miss Taylor? You just take their word for it every time. Any excuse to punish me is good enough for you, isn't it?'

Linda had surprised herself with her audacity in making this outburst, even though she knew it would not only do no good but would inevitably lead to further punishment for her. Miss Taylor stared at her in utter astonishment. She had certainly not expected Linda to complain so loudly and so publicly. Until now, she had been meekness itself when it came to taking her punishment. What on earth had got into the young girl? Was it perhaps that the time spent back at home had undone all the good work which the discipline at school had instilled into her?

'Really, Linda, there were other witnesses to what happened besides Melanie and Kim. In any event, it's hardly the first time you've got into trouble here, is it? Normally you're perfectly willing to admit to what you've done wrong. Why should this time be any different?'

Linda sighed. She was beginning to regret her words. Instinctively she knew that all she had done was to give the hateful headmistress yet another excuse for 'punishing' her. OK, she was going to get 100 strokes of the cane in front of the whole school so there didn't seem a whole lot more that Miss Taylor could do to make her life any worse right now, but she was sure that she would more than make up for it in the future.

'We all heard this disgraceful outburst by Linda just now, didn't we?' Miss Taylor asked, turning to face the students. 'You all heard her insolent words and her disobedient behaviour, didn't you?  And there were a number of witnesses to how she carried on at summer camp, weren't there? I see that you have now added lying and insolence to the long list of offences against your name, Linda. I am giving you one last chance to apologise for your disgraceful behaviour just now. If you are prepared to say sorry and make a full admission of guilt, I will consider not awarding you the supplementary punishment which you have so richly deserved. Any such decision would of course be entirely conditional upon your future good behaviour for the next two weeks, but unless you say sorry immediately and confess to your crimes, I will have no alternative but to award you further punishment. I need hardly say that it will be every bit as severe as what you are about to receive now at my hands, entirely justly.'

Linda's head was racing round in all sorts of confusion now. On the one hand, she knew that she was entirely innocent and that 'confessing' to something which she really hadn't done was only going to make her look worse and give her enemies even more ammunition to use against her. On the other hand, if it meant that she might avoid the 'supplementary' punishment it might be the lesser of two evils. For a few frantic seconds, Linda hesitated and considered giving in to the headmistress; then she decided to refuse. There was no way Mel and Kim and Gail would allow her to go through two weeks without getting into more trouble, so she would still end up getting the extra dose of the cane anyway. She might as well be honest and recover some pride in herself by standing up to the headmistress.

'I'm sorry, Miss Taylor,' she began, to the delight of the head, who was now expecting her to make a full confession. 'I can't go along with a lie so I'm afraid I'll have to refuse your offer. Whatever you may believe, I am NOT a bad girl and I did nothing wrong at summer camp. Nor did Tiffany. You have no right to punish us for something that was not our fault and I am not prepared to lie about what happened on the slight chance that you might not give me an additional punishment for speaking the truth. I can't help it if it means I'll get worse treatment. I'm only telling you I won't lie and I won't apologise for what I said just now and I won't confess to something I didn't do. You can beat me if you want to but I know what really happened and if you took the trouble to look at the facts you would too.'

Miss Taylor could hardly believe her ears. She glared at Linda in a cold fury. No girl had spoken to her in that way since Tiffany's elder sister Jasmine two years ago. Even she had simply been abusive, whereas Linda was actually accusing her of being unfair! She could not believe the nerve of the young girl.

'Very well, Linda,' she said grimly. 'I can see that we have not yet succeeded in impressing you with the virtues of obedience, politeness and honesty. Go and bring in the apparatus!'

Four 16-year old girls then wheeled in a large vaulting horse and placed it on the stage. John Jackson, the deputy head, then opened a trunk-like box and produced some leather straps. Linda knew then that she was going to be fastened to the horse to prevent her from moving out of the way while she was beaten.

Linda stared defiantly right into the cold blue eyes of the headmistress. For a moment Miss Taylor was almost shocked into lowering her own gaze, but she held her nerve and it was in a voice that sounded more confident than she felt that she addressed the young girl.

'Linda, you have two choices now. You can walk across to the horse or you can be dragged there. Which would you prefer?'

Linda actually smiled for the first time since she had been on stage. She had nothing to lose, after all, and all she could do was give the girls the best possible show of defiance. 

'I'll walk, Miss Taylor,' she answered quietly.

Then, head held high, she walked slowly, almost gracefully, towards the horse that was designed to hold her in place for the forthcoming caning. The girls in the school, even Mel and Kim, gazed at her in fascination and almost a certain sense of respect and even awe.     

As she stood before the horse, facing directly into the eyes of the watching schoolgirls, Linda felt more confident than at any time during the last two years. Suddenly she felt that she had crossed a psychological barrier. Maybe she could start standing up to Gail and Mel and Kim instead of being such an easy victim for them all the time. 

'Linda, you have two more choices,' said the headmistress. 'You know that you must be fully naked when you receive your punishment. Will you strip before us all voluntarily or shall we assist you in your duty?'

'I'll strip, Miss Taylor,' Linda told her, a new sense of pride and confidence in her voice.

She pulled off her clothes one by one, managing to make the act of humiliating herself in public seem almost like a favour that she was doing the girls and the staff of the school. Miss Taylor was stunned at the abrupt change in her manner and the girls watched Linda in astonishment.

'Mr Jackson, please secure Linda to the horse,' said the headmistress, when the nude Linda was standing before it, eyes bright and lip curled in the slightest of smiles.

Jackson bent her over across the horse, fastening each arm to one of the horse's pommels. He then fastened another set of straps to her ankles, securing them to the wooden legs. Another strap was then fastened around her waist, cinched as tightly as possible. A further strap was wound around her neck, looser than the other restraints. Further straps were fastened to her 
hips and thighs, as tightly as possible. Standing back to admire his work, Jackson turned to the headmistress with a cruel smile upon his face.

'She's ready for you, Miss Taylor.'

'Good,' said the head grimly. 'Prepare yourself, Linda. You know the drill by now. Count each stroke and express your gratitude to me after each one. If you fail to do so I shall simply continue caning you until you do.'

Linda said nothing but she had already made up her mind to defy the headmistress. She could only go so far with the 'punishment' before the school doctor or nurse would insist that it was stopped. After all, she thought, even a bitch like Taylor doesn't want me to die, does she?

As the first stroke landed, Linda remained quiet. Miss Taylor sighed and lowered the cane. She addressed the young girl directly in some exasperation.

'Did you hear what I just said, Linda?'

'Yes, Miss Taylor.'

'Then why are you being stupid and refusing to do it?'

'I'm sick of humiliating myself before you,' she said quietly. 'You can beat me, but you can't make me do that to myself any more. I won't play your silly games any more. Go ahead, Miss Taylor. Cane me as hard as you like. I won't count the strokes and I won't thank you for them either.'

The headmistress stared at the recumbent form of the young girl in utter astonishment. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. She simply could not believe her ears. Turning to the deputy head almost in some confusion, she addressed him directly.

'Mr Jackson, since this young girl is refusing to carry out her duties in respect of her punishment, please gag her. If we can't hear contrition from her, at least we won't have to suffer her appalling insolence.'

'Of course, Miss Taylor,' said Jackson.

He produced a ball-gag from the box and wound it around Linda's head, forcing the ball part into her mouth. Now the girl was silent at last and could no longer protest against her treatment. It was the first time that the school had ever gagged a girl for any reason other than stifling her screams, and it shook the headmistress more than she cared to admit.

'Now we will begin again,' said Miss Taylor. 'Melanie, perhaps you would like to count the strokes for me, please.'

'Happy to, Miss Taylor,' said Mel. 

But even she was not as confident as she had been five minutes ago. As the head began to swish her cane across the luckless Linda's exposed arse, Mel counted out the first stroke.

Time went on apace as the cane began to raise angry red welts upon Linda's bum. It became more and more like a patchwork quilt as the head was forced to change her angle of attack given the narrow target she had to work with. Her arms were becoming tired and by the time she had landed the first thirty-six strokes she felt the need to rest herself.

'Mr Jackson, please take over,' she said.

Jackson laid his strokes on much harder than Miss Taylor had done. Linda's arse was on fire from the relentless assault of the cane. Even so, her spirit felt lighter and freer than at any time during the last two years. Jackson's strokes were harder and faster than the head's, but he did not time or distribute them as well. After he had reached fifty-three strokes he had to relinquish the cane because his arms had grown tired.

They took it in turns after that, and eventually Linda had her hundredth (really her hundred and first stroke) of the cane and the ordeal finished. She was released from the horse, her straps unfastened and the gag removed. Her arse looked like a war zone but the girls and even the staff were astonished to see that there was not a single teardrop in her eye. Instead she stood tall and proud before them in her defiance, glaring at Miss Taylor and Mr Jackson with a look that almost bordered on contempt.

'For your display of insolence and disobedience today I have decided to award you an additional punishment,' Miss Taylor told her. 'You will receive a second Level 4 punishment in front of the whole school in a week's time. You will also spend the next two weeks without any privileges and you will also be made to attend classes or any other public functions dressed only in your bra and knickers and shoes. I hope you will have learned your lesson after that time!' she said sternly.

Linda said nothing by way of reply. She was determined to continue her show of defiance to the end. Even the prospect of Gail and Mel and Kim did not frighten her at the moment. What more could they do to her than what she had just experienced? She stepped off the stage almost like a queen leaving the scene of a royal visit. The girls of St Phillippa's stood to let her pass, in awe of her bravery and her cheek. That day Linda's status at school changed for ever. From now on she was an object of admiration to almost all the girls. Her pain and humiliation had turned her from a figure of fun into a martyr.