SSC: The Appointment

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SSC: The Appointment

(****, M/Fff, Intense, nc caning)

A woman chats with a schoolgirl about to be caned. (Approximately 499 words. Originally published 2006-01.)

I arrived a few minutes before four and I was surprised to find Ed's door closed and a distraught young lady pacing nerously outside.

"Are you waiting for Mr. Stewart?"

"Yes 'um," mumbled the girl. She was practically crying.

"What on earth's wrong?"

The girl looked up at me, her blue-green eyes brimming with tears. She was adorable, with short blonde hair in pigtails, a cute little upturned nose, and senuous lips.

"Oh Miss! I'm to be caned!"

I tried to keep my voice calm. "Really?"

"I came to class chewing gum again. He's giving me six, I just know it!" Her eyes went wide with horror. "Or maybe even more!"

Her anxiety was infectious. My belly flipped with ancient memories. How many times had I been in her situation, waiting outside a door for a thrashing?

"Come," I said laughing, "a big girl like you shouldn't be worried about a few strokes of a cane!"

She looked at me in disbelief. "But this is Mr. STEWART! He's the tightest!"


"Oh my God, he's a legend. Just two from him is worth six from any other, even Headmaster Gilman. Oh I just don't know what I'm going to do!" She said this with tears glittering and hands frantically rubbing an impressively rounded buttock behind.

"It can't be that bad."

"Oh, but it is! Mr. Stewart's a... oh, forgive me for saying it, but he's a demon with that stick. He always canes on the bare bottom, always, no exceptions, and he never, *never* lets you off a stroke. Every one of them is full force, and he hits harder than anything. Oh my poor bottom is going to be striped tonight!"

"It seems to me you've got plenty of bottom for six. You must be what, seventeen?"

"Next month, Miss. I am mature for my age. But that won't help me in there. He's going to cut me to ribbons, he is."

"Buck up. You'll survive it."

She shook her head ruefully. "You've obviously never been caned by Mr. Stewart."

I blushed pink but she failed to notice as the door opened right then and a tall slender redhead emerged. Her face was streaked with tears and she walked clutching her rump as though a red-hot poker was jammed up it.

"Tight?" hissed my girl worriedly.

"Nine of the tightest!" gasped the redhead.

With a cringing bottom, the blonde disappeared through the doorway. Ten minutes later she emerged, looking disheveled and pale, hands kneading furiously at her bottom.

"Oh that was worse than terrible!" she wailed. "He gave me thirteen! THIRTEEN!"

"Hurt much?"

"I'll feel it next week!"

I laughed and went through the doorway. Mr. Stewart was there, with his ominous yellow cane, exactly as he'd been ten years earlier when I was a student. My bottom shivered.

"The usual twenty?"

I took a breath of courage and shook my head grimly. "Twenty-five, I'm afraid. I need a real beating today."

The End

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