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(***, F/f, Severe, Teen caning)
Erin gets a severe caning. (Approximately 455 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
As soon as Ariana and I were alone, I approached her on the subject of Miss Arler. "What did she say to you?" I whispered in a confidential tone. Ariana glared at me.
"It's none of your bloody business."
"Well, I told you not to take that path." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wished I'd bitten my tongue. Ariana's eyes flashed real anger and she pounced on me, pressing me against the wall.
"Listen here you Little Miss Perfect, I don't need to be reminded about what I should or shouldn't do! That's like the pot calling the kettle black, anyway. I ought to take your downstairs and give you the caning of a lifetime. Fact is, let's just do that!"
Before I could say more I was being dragged downstairs to the boiler room. It was late afternoon and most of the girls were studying or out-of-doors. We had privacy within the room. Ariana pushed me toward the table in the corner and quickly fetched a cane from the prefect's stash.
Like a good girl I pulled down my knickers and bent over the table, ready for my caning. My eyes stung and I had a bitter taste in my mouth. This wasn't fair at all! _She'd_ been the one to get in trouble and now I'm getting the rap for it. Literally.
Ariana flipped up my skirt to expose my bare rump and stepped back. I knew she was angry and this caning would not be an easy one. The first stroke took my breath away. The second came immediately thereafter, with no time to breath, and then the third and fourth. By the fifth I was crying, and the sixth made me cry out.
"Please, Ariana," I sobbed. "Not so hard!"
But Ariana was not be held back. She whacked me a full ten strokes and any one of them would have done the headmistress proud. My arse was covered with tram lines when it was over, and Ariana made me go stand in the corner for fifteen minutes with my dress held up.
Afterwards she approached me, her hands caressing my shoulders. "How do you feel?" she asked.
"Sore, but I'll live. You didn't have to be so brutal."
"No, I didn't."
Somehow her acknowledgement of that fact comforted me, though she had made no apology. I turned and hugged her then, and she kissed my cheek. "I think I shall obey Miss Arler from now on," she said softly, a bit ruefully, and then she grinned impishly. I laughed and in a moment we were giggling, all our differences were forgotten.
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