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SSC: Oops 06
(*****, M/f, Severe, nc severe caning)
A girl is deceived. (Approximately 466 words. Originally published 1998-06.)
Lydia Koffman was in no hurry to visit the Headmaster. She wasted as much time in the loo as she dared, admiring her pretty red hair and wiping off her makeup so it wouldn't smear when she cried. She had no doubt that she'd cry: old Scorton was infamous for his caning skill.
Arriving at the Head's office, she was surprised to find another redhead, Katia Dortham, already waiting. Though the girls physically resembled each other, in personalities they were direct opposites.
"Katia. Surprised to see _you_ here. Waiting for the stick?"
The other girl recoiled in horror. "Of course not!" She sniffed haughtily. "As a matter of fact, I'm here to receive a Good Student award. No doubt that what's you've come for, too," she sneered.
Lydia grimaced, knowing that Katia knew exactly why she was there. She shrugged. "Oh, you know girls like me... we just can't get enough of the cane."
Katia shuddered and rolled her eyes. "Making fun of school discipline! You obviously deserve the cane. I hope old Scorton thrashes you within an inch of your life."
"I'm sure he will," muttered Lydia bitterly under her breath.
"I've never been caned and never will be," said Katia proudly. "Corporal discipline is for childish girls like you."
Lydia was silent. The clock read six minutes after three, the appointed time for her punishment. Just as she wondered where the Headmaster was, he appeared.
Howard Scorton was ancient: wispy white hair, thick wire-framed glasses, false teeth, and an iron disposition. He was traditional all the way, especially regarding discipline. He was old, but his rugby-trained muscles were still solid. His eyesight was feeble, but somehow he still managed to stripe a girl's bottom with six or eight parallel strokes. Not a girl in school didn't shudder at the thought of being sent to him for punishment.
"Prepared for your thrashing, Lydia?" snapped Scorton.
Lydia gasped, for he was speaking to a stunned Katia. Obviously, the old man had confused the two redheads! She saw her opportunity and leaped. "I'm Katia Dortham, sir. Here for my Good Student award," she said quickly.
"No! I'm Katia!" gasped Katia, glaring at Lydia.
"What? How dare you lie to me!" roared Scolton, grasping Katia's arm. The old headmaster peered beneath his heavy lenses at the girl. "Think I can't recognize a naughty girl when I see her?"
"No! No!" screamed Katia, but it was to no avail.
Lydia sat outside and listened to the pleasant sounds of Katia screaming. The caning was severe -- and Katia's protests only earned her a half-dozen extra strokes. When she emerged ten minutes later, her pretty face stained with tears, Lydia smiled and said demurely to the Head, "I'm here for my Good Student award, sir."