School Rules

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Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!

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School Rules

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

A girl is caned. (Approximately 501 words. Originally published 2010-03.)

The cane was long and flexible, and as the first stroke whipped into the plump flesh at the base of Maggie's naked arse, she squealed at the unexpected intensity of the sting.

"My goodness," she thought bitterly. "He's really laying it on!"

She shifted her bottoms slightly as the furious pain penetrated the skin. A second stroke, harder if anything, quickly followed the first, drawing an agonized gasp from her throat.

Maggie gritted her teeth and stoically bore the next two silently, though tears began to trickle from her eyes. Oh, it was hideous! Already her buttocks were covered with fire and it was just four strokes.

Filled with self-pity, she bitterly reflected that this was an unfortunate way to discover that there was actually a school rule against dancing in your underwear. How was she supposed to know that? Well, yes, there was the school rule book, but it was like two hundred pages. No one bothered to actually _read_ it.

Besides, what harm had she done? She'd just been listening to the radio as she got ready for bed. It was still a quarter-hour before lights out so music-playing wasn't forbidden. It hadn't even been loud.

But when her latest favorite tune had come on, she just had to dance. The fact that she was only wearing panties and socks hadn't occurred to her as being a problem.

Now, she reflected, she was doing a different dance. It really was far more lewd, however. She'd initially been trying desperately to keep her legs close together, but that strategy had long been forgotten. Now she was just trying not to fall over or blubber like a baby and embarrass herself. She couldn't concern herself that Mr. Peters could see _everything_.

THWACK! Another cruel slice. How many was it to be? That was eight, surely he'd stop there.

But there was another deadly swish and Maggie flinched as the rod cut into her backside yet again. Oh Lord, that one was down low, in the crease again. She could feel the overlapping weals swelling. Sitting tomorrow would be hell.

She strained to hold herself in position, her buttocks rudely presented. "Please," she prayed silently, "let this be the last one. I'll never dance in my panties again, I swear!"

The tenth was the hardest yet, nearly knocking her off balance. It brought a mangled cry from her, followed by a long moan as the pain rippled through her body. She hovered there, quivering all over, trembling in fear that there might be more.

"All right," said the deep male voice. "I hope you learned your lesson."

"Yes sir," she panted. "I'll never, _never_ dance in my panties again."

"Good."

Maggie sighed with relief as she heard him leave. Her buttocks screamed. As she slowly rose, her back feeling stiff like she'd been bent over for a year, she was shocked to hear a naughty voice inside her say, "But that doesn't mean I can't dance _naked_!"

The End

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