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Back to School I
(***, f/f, Intense, Teen caning)
Ariana welcomes Erin back from the holiday break. (Approximately 1,059 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
Never in my life had I been as excited to arrive back at school as I was that year after the holidays. It felt like I had been gone forever, and the second I saw the sign at the entrance to St. Esther I felt a warmth in my chest and it struck me: this was home. I was no longer the child of my parents--at least in the sense that I needed to live with them. Here I was on my own, making my own life. Here I was independent. Here I made my own decisions and lived with the consequences. Here I had true freedom. Here I could relax and be myself.
I greeted Madam Thornley with an enthusiasm that must have shocked her. She grinned back at me finally. "Glad to be back, eh, Miss O'Grady?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I said. "I never realized how boring home was. I thought I missed my old friends but it seems they have gotten along without me."
"Aye, it happens that way, child. The world does not stop and wait for one person. Welcome back. I'm glad you're here."
She gave me a monstrous hug at that point, nearly choking the life out of me. But I didn't care. I knew she was a good person, though stern, and I admired her spirit and honestly.
"Thank you, Ma'am. I'm going to my room now."
Upstairs, I put my belongings away and sat on my bed. There were few students back yet, so I was mostly alone, though every down and then someone poked a head in to say "hullo." It felt good to be here, warm and pleasant. I roamed the halls for a bit, enjoying the familiar feel of the walls, the odd smells that had bothered me initially but now were as much a part of me as they were of St. Esther's School for Girls.
Back in my room I unpacked. I had left most of my things at the school, locked in my dresser, and as I opened it I saw my birthday cane lying there. Without thinking I picked it up, admiring its color, its weight, its suppleness. As usual when seeing a cane, I could not help but imagine its touch. My bum was only slightly sore from my father's caning several days ago. The marks were mostly gone. I have discovered that I heal quickly, almost too quickly.
There was a sound behind me and I turned, a sudden chill running through me when I realized that whoever it was had seen me holding the cane. Blushing, I looked up and then broke into a wide smile.
"Ariana!" I cried out. I dropped the cane and ran to her, hugging and kissing her cheek. She glared at me fiercely, but I could see a smile struggling to escape the corners of her lips.
"Erin," she said. "Bring your cane and follow me."
My heart faltered. "But--"
Ariana's head whipped back and her eyes snapped fire at me. "Erin! Do what I said immediately, or I will double your punishment. I will be in the boiler room."
Then she was gone. I could still smell her sweet aroma. It had been so long since I had seen her! How could she be so cruel? She did not even say hello or welcome back.
It was with an angry and bitter heart that I marched down to the boiler room. Without a word I handed the cane to Ariana. She took it, flexed it, and swished it through the air a few times. I did not move. She came to me then, studying me carefully. I stared straight ahead and refused to look at her.
"Your uniform is a disgrace!" she scolded. "Look at your stockings--they are of different lengths. And dirty, too, if I don't miss my guess. Your skirt is crooked, your tie too loose. Oh! What's this? Is this a stain? How dare you!"
I did not move but swallowed painfully. She was right. I had rushed from the train to the school without a thought of proper dress. One of the lessons of St. Esther was that a girl represented the school when she was out in public--I deserved to be flogged for such a display of careless attire.
"I am sorry, Ariana," I said softly. "I will be punished."
"Yes, you are about to punished. How many strokes shall it be?"
This was new. I had never been given a choice before. I thought for a second and said tentatively, "Six?"
"Ah, six is the normal punishment, my dear Erin. Doesn't this deserve something extra? For your arrogance?"
I wasn't sure what arrogance she was referring to, but I did not argue. "Ten, then," I said, knowing that ten from Ariana would be much worse than the dozen so recently from my father.
"Very well," said the girl, and proceeded to cane me. It was a most thorough thrashing. My panties were down around my ankles and the thick cane left what felt like a score of welts across my arse. I was weeping by the half. There was something overwhelming in Ariana's canings that always broke me. I don't know if it was her attitude or her technique, but I never received a caning from her without breaking down into uncontrollable sobs and shudders.
When she had finished she bade me to stand and then she caressed my bum a little, and kissed away my tears. "There there," she whispered. "Everything is fine now. You are forgiven. Everything is back to normal again. You are safe. You are with me."
Ariana's words did not comfort me but sent me into a wail of tears and loud sobbing. I threw my arms around her and held her tight. "I-I missed you," I finally managed. "I missed you all the holidays."
"I know," she said. Her smile was soft and gentle. "Don't you feel better now?"
I nodded, a deep sigh emerging from the depths of my being. I did indeed feel better. It was an incredible release to be home again, to feel Ariana's stern control, her gentle touch, her loving embrace.
"Thank you," I whispered. But the words felt completely inadequate.
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