Chapter 04

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Erin's Adventures
Chapter 04
Stripes

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

Punishment by proxy. (Approximately 619 words. Originally published 1998-03.)

I was prepared to hate the place long before I arrived. Imagine my surprise when the school turned out to be a beautiful place, with large clean buildings filled with awe-inspiring history and wonderful green lawns and gardens. I felt small and insignificant in the light of such dignity and I soon learned that the girl's of St. Esther–regardless of why they were there--were a close-knit group that were proud of their school and their heritage.

The other girls treated me with a mixture of curiosity and distance that was appropriate for a new girl, especially one entering in the middle of the term as I was. I approached things cautiously, nervous about how things were done at the new place, and fearful of getting myself in too deep too quickly. I resolved to behave, at least as much as I could, and try to stay out of trouble.

On my first night at the new school I got my first taste of the discipline of St. Esther. Fortunately it was a taste by proxy.

I had been assigned a bed in one of the dorms, a large room with about ten other girls. I had my own chest of drawers and I shared a closet with two other girls. My things had been put away and I had been taken on a tour of the grounds by a senior girl named Michelle who unfortunately wasn't very talkative about the school but had all sorts of questions for me about myself and why I was sent to St. Esther. I did not tell her the truth, but made up a story of how my father had always wanted to sent me to boarding school but couldn't afford it until my rich uncle died and left the family some money.

After the brief tour I separated from Michelle and headed back to my bed. It was evening, rather cool and lovely, and I enjoyed the walk. Entering my dorm, however, I immediately sensed trouble. A number of girls were gathered around a single bed and everyone appeared startled and afraid when I showed up.

"Uh, hi. What's going on?"

One of the girls I had met earlier, a brunette named Mary who shared the closet with me, came over to explain. She rolled her eyes back behind her and said, "Cathy got the stick."

"What?" I asked, puzzled.

"The cane. Cathy got caned. She's showing off her stripes. Come look."

I followed Mary as she pushed her way through the crowd. A large blonde girl was lying face down on the bed, her skirt flipped up and her knickers nowhere to be seen. Her bare bottom was striped with huge red lines that were much darker than those my father had always given me. I couldn't help but touch my own bottom with my hand and feel the rough remnants of my last caning as I watched poor Cathy squirming as girls alternately teased and comforted her.

"What'd she do?" I asked Mary.

"She failed to turn her in lines. She had three hundred due this afternoon and only had two-fifty done. Miss Chalkers tore up those and sent Cathy to the head. Now she's got five hundred due first thing Monday morning!"

This news made me very nervous and showed my wisdom in waiting to test the waters before getting into trouble. I couldn't believe that St. Esther was a strict as my father had led me to believe, but I wasn't going to take any chances. Here in front of me was evidence that St. Esther's School for Girls did not fool around with mild punishments.

More to come next week!

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