Chapter 03

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Erin's Adventures
Chapter 03
Boarding School

(***, M/f, Intense, Teen caning)

A fate worse than death: boarding school. (Approximately 503 words. Originally published 1998-03.)

After my first caning I avoided more for almost two years. I was afraid of it, and for good reason: I knew how much it hurt. But at the same time there was less mystery about it, less unknown. I knew it hurt and it was to be avoided, but my fear was no longer irrational terror.

When I was thirteen I began my teenage rebellion. It was a mild one compared to some children, but for my strict parents I was out of control. I received several canings that year, and by the time I was fourteen it was developing into a habit. It was not one I particuarly sought out or enjoyed; it just seemed I was always in trouble. Failing to do my schoolwork, being rude in class, or performing my household chores with less than perfect attention--these were but a few of my shortcomings.

When I turned fourteen it got worse. I started hanging out with a group of older girls and boys, and we got in trouble at school and with the law. Nothing serious--minor vandalism and things like smoking and kissing in the hallways--but it upset my father terribly. He caned me frequently during that year--at least a couple times a month--but it did little good. I only got to show off the marks to my girlfriends and enjoy their admiration.

Finally my father had enough. When Sally Mae and Donna and I were caught snitching from the local sweet shop they called the coppers on us. Soon enough I found myself in my father's study, sweating over a dozen of the best.

These weren't mild strokes with the little girls' cane either, but brutal stingers with the senior boys'. I wasn't allowed the dignity or protection of my knickers either, and at least psychologically that made it seem far worse.

But Daddy didn't stop at the expected dozen. He kept right on going--giving me a full eighteen. That's when I knew something was seriously wrong and I really broke down and sobbed.

"Erin, I cannot deal with you any more. I'm sending you to boarding school."


"You heard me. It's a place up north called St. Esther's School for Girls. I've already spoken with the headmistress and made all the arrangements. You'll be up there by the end of the week."

"But Daddy!"

The man I loved more than any other shook his head firmly. "This is for the best, Erin. You need to be in a place where you can be controlled, watched, and disciplined as needed. You have too much freedom here--you have not learned how to control yourself within it."

I tried to talk my father out of his wicked plan, but there was no reasoning with him. Like me, he is very stubborn. I suppose I get mine from him. Later that week I shipped out for my confinement at St. Esther's.

More to come next week!

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