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A Complete Circle
(***, M/F, F/m, Severe, Caning)
Erin learns how to cane. (Approximately 824 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
My first week at Leevey passed remarkably quickly. There were so many new names and faces and events that everything blurred together. I spent evenings studying and preparing lessons, and the days lecturing and trying to get students caught up. There were a few problem children, but I tried not to let them interfere with my teaching. I hesitated punishing them, for I was new and wanted them to like me, and I wasn't certain as to the school's precise policies of discipline. Sooner or later I knew I'd have to make use of the cane and slipper, but nervously I kept putting it off. I certainly couldn't be expect to cane during my first week!
I saw Mr Morgan several times, usually in the early mornings before classes began or at lunch, but though we exchanged pleasantries and smiles, we did not have a real conversation. Thus I was delighted on Friday afternoon when I received a note from him asking to me to his office during my break period. I hoped to impress the handsome headmaster with my diligence and hard work.
I knocked on his door promptly at two-fifteen and was told to enter. My greeting died in my throat when I saw that we weren't alone. A tall boy stood in one corner, his expression sullen.
"Oh. Is this a good time?"
"Of course," smiled Mr Morgan. "You remember Brad Jerrod, don't you?"
I saw that the boy was one of my students. He'd given me a hard time earlier in the week, testing my mettle so to speak, but I had ignored him, concentrating on just getting through my first week of classes. Twice I had threatened to send him to Mr Morgan, and yesterday, after several rude remarks from him, I had sent him off. I hadn't heard anything more about it, and today he hadn't shown up for class.
"I sent him to you yesterday," I told the Headmaster. "Why is he here today?"
"He's here for caning," said the man grimly. "I think you shall do the honors."
I stared at the man in surprise. He didn't say anything more but motioned toward the closet where his canes were kept. Awkwardly, I walked forward and opened the cabinet, selecting a long white cane. Mr Morgan seemed pleased with my choice.
"To the desk, lad," growled the Headmaster, and the boy grumpily left his corner and bent across the desk.
I stepped behind him. The boy wore trousers, but they would not protect him much from the cane. Surely the Head didn't expect me to cane him bare bottomed! Aparently not, for he didn't say anything as I prepared to strike.
My first blow was well-aimed but feeble, but by the third one I had the boy cringing. Getting into the rhythm, I gave him three more and paused, but Mr Morgan nodded for me to continue. Seven started the boy crying, though softly, and eight brought out a little cry of pain. Nine and ten got him sobbing, but Mr Morgan didn't let me stop until I'd administered a full dozen.
"Buck up, boy!" he told the weeping child. "That was hardly a stiff thrashing. Next time you'll get a dozen from me, and I assure you, those you will feel!"
Brad was dismissed then, and feeling a little foolish, I went to put away the cane. The Headmaster stopped me.
"Where are you going with that?"
"I was putting it away."
"But we aren't finished, are we."
It was a statement, not a question. I paused, then shook my head. The way this man could read me was uncanny. He held out his hand and I gave him the cane. Then I bent over the desk.
I was wearing a long dress. Mr Morgan had to pin it up to get it to stay, but as soon as my bottom was bared he began thrashing me with the cane. It was a good, hard caning, extremely thorough. A dozen strokes that had my eyes watering.
"Do you think you can discipline your own students from now on, Miss O'Grady?"
"Oh, yes, sir!"
"Good. I don't want another child sent to me for discipline unless you've exhausted all means at your disposal first. Is that clear?"
"All right. You may return to your class now."
I left quickly, strong in my resolve to handle punishments sternly and without hesitation. Less than a half hour later, when two of my students, Michael and Jenny, failed to turn in their assignments, I brought them to the front of the class and gave them each a dozen healthy wallops with the slipper. The class was subdued and well-behaved after that, and we made more progress than usual. I had no doubt that Michael and Jenny would be turning in their essays promptly on Monday.
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