The week after her run in with the bully, the elusive Miss Reeves, and
her subsequent first punishment from Mr Edwards, Cassie was in the
school canteen, buying lunch. She had picked up a packet of crisps and
a bottle of fruit juice, and was reaching up to the top shelf of the
cooler to retrieve a cheese and tomato baguette when someone knocked
into her forcefully on their way past. The baguette – which she had
just managed to grasp – and crisps flew out of her hands onto the
floor, and her drink was knocked over into the cooler. She reached
into the cooler to pick it up when she was pushed again. Looking up,
she saw the very bully who had got her into trouble almost a week ago.
“You’re in for it, you little brat!” she hissed, “You couldn’t just
leave it, could you? You had to come after me and get me into trouble,
didn’t you? Well you wait – I’ll be following you. And when you’re
alone…”
Suddenly the girl stopped and straightened up, and Cassie followed her
line of sight to Mr Edwards, who had appeared behind her.
“Not causing trouble, Miss Reeves?” he enquired.
“No, sir.” Reeves’s voice dripped with resentment.
“Hello, Cassie.” Mr Edwards smiled, looking down at her. He then
addressed the bully again. “Don’t forget detention tonight, Miss
Reeves.”
Again? Cassie thought. She must get in trouble an awful lot…
“No, sir.” The bully repeated.
Mr Edwards smiled again, and browsed the cooler for his lunch. Miss
Reeves slipped away silently to the tills.
“Is this yours, Cassie?” He asked, picking out the bottle of juice.
“Yes, thanks, sir.” she said, taking it from him. She knelt on the
floor and picked up the other items she had dropped, putting her
crisps in her pocket so she could carry the bottle and baguette in
either hand. She stood up, smiled at Mr Edwards, and joined the queue
for the tills.
Once she had paid, she surveyed the canteen, and, seeing nobody she
knew well enough to sit with, decided to eat her lunch outside. As she
left the canteen, walking down the connecting lobby that led outside,
Mr Edwards called after her.
“Hold it right there, Miss Daniels.”
Cassie froze, and looked back to see him striding towards him, his own
sandwich in his hand. She turned to face him and he looked down
disapprovingly.
“Come with me.” He instructed her, and walked on. Filled with fear and
memories of their last encounter, Cassie followed him to the place she
had dreaded he was leading her – his office.
Once he had closed the door behind her, Mr Edwards put his sandwich
down on his desk and removed his jacket. Cassie glanced at the window,
but the blinds were drawn.
“I did not expect to have to talk to you again, Cassie,” he said,
“after our last meeting. But you have evidently not learned your
lesson.”
“What have I done, sir?” She asked in innocence, honestly confused.
“I saw you with my own eyes, Cassie. Stealing is not only against
school rules, it is also against the law.”
“Stealing? Sir, I didn’t…”
“Empty your pockets.”
Still confused, Cassie reached into her right blazer pocket and pulled
out a few pieces of folded paper, and then reached into her left
pocket…
…and pulled out the packet of crisps she had dropped on the floor.
She realised in terror that she had not taken them out of her pocket
to pay for them.
“I…I forgot!” She insisted.
“I won’t hear excuses, Cassie.” said Mr Edwards, and as she looked up
at him she knew it was true. She was doomed. “Blazer off.” he
instructed, taking the chair that faced his desk and turning it
around. He sat down as Cassie obediently removed her blazer and held
it hesitantly. “Give it to me.” He offered, holding out his hand. She
stepped towards him and handed him her blazer, which he put on his
desk next to his own jacket.
Now Cassie was standing just in front of him, and her hands had met in
front of her, where they fidgeted nervously. Mr Edwards took them in
his own hands and squeezed gently.
“It is unfortunate that I must resort to this again,” he said, “but I
will continue to do so until you learn obedience.”
He dropped his hands to his lap, and looked despairingly into Cassie’s
eyes.
“Come here,” he told her, indicating his right side. Cassie shuffled
around and looked straight ahead, her lip already quivering. “Bend
over my lap, Cassie.”
Cassie slowly bent forwards, lowering her knees, over Mr Edward’s lap.
With his left hand he took hers and helped her down, so that she lay
helplessly across his thighs. With both hands he lifted up her skirt
and lay it flat against her back. Then he took the seams of her
knickers and pulled them tight, smoothing the fabric against her
bottom and brushing the skin of her thighs with his rough fingers.
Then he laid his left hand on her waist, and let his right hand rest
across her bottom.
“Do you understand why I must spank you, Cassie?” he asked gently.
Cassie replied with a sniff, trying to hold back tears. Mr Edwards
sighed.
“This is for your own good, young lady.” He said. “You’ll thank me one
day.”
The next moment was the longest, as his hand left her bottom and she
inhaled deeply, tensing in anticipation. This only served to hurt her
more, as his hand reconnected with her right cheek. He spanked her
again, on her left cheek, and she gasped. Before she had time to
register the initial sting of the first spanks, he had spanked her
again, and kept up a series of spanks to left cheek, then right cheek,
which built the stinging to a constant throb. Now her breathing was
sharp, punctuated by each smack, and she had lost all tension,
focusing only on ignoring the pain.
After what felt like an hour, but must have been little more than a
minute, when Cassie’s gasps were becoming moans and grunts, Mr Edwards
paused, his hand clasping her right cheek. “Do you have anything to
say, Cassie?” he asked. She couldn’t bring herself to apologise, and
knowing what this would mean for her she let a sob escape her throat.
“Very well,” said Mr Edwards, and his hand left her cheek again.
SMACK! his hand whipped through the air and landed a harder spank on
her left cheek, SMACK! down it came again on her right cheek, SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! he spanked her, cheek by cheek. SMACK! SMACK!
“Ohh…” Cassie moaned – SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! – “Owww!” – SMACK!
Cassie’s cries became sobs as the tears finally spilled down her
cheeks – SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! she cried vocally, stilted as her
body jerked with each spank – SMACK! SMACK! “Oh, sir…” she cried –
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! – “Oh, I’m sorry, sir!” – SMACK! SMACK! – “I’m
sorry!” – SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! – “Please, sir, I’m sorry!” Cassie
repeated again and again as his hand rained down on her bottom, which
stung with such intensity now that she could no longer ignore the
pain. After a few more spanks, Mr Edwards stopped again.
“It’s good to know that you are learning your lesson, Cassie,” he
said, though there was no smile in his voice, “but I’m afraid it is
not learnt yet.” She felt his hands slide into the top of her knickers
and threw her right arm back, trying to grab the waistband and stop
him from revealing her sore, pink bottom.
“No, sir, please – I’ve learned my lesson, sir, I have!” She cried,
“I’m sorry, sir, I’m sorry!” The last ‘sorry’ descended into sobs, as
Mr Edwards took her hand with his left, and twisted it behind her
back. His right hand slid under the waistband of her knickers and
pulled them firmly down, just far enough to reveal her reddened
cheeks. Cassie cried out as his fingers brushed against the inside of
her thighs, squeezing her legs tightly closed to minimize contact. Mr
Edwards arranged her knickers properly around the top of her thighs
and began to spank her again, just as hard. Cassie thought it could
hurt no more, that the thin cotton of her knickers had not provided
her any protection, but as his hand made contact with her bare bottom
she realised she had thought wrongly. The sting was now so much more
real that it rode above all previous pain and began a fresh burning
pain, much greater than before.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Cassie had almost lost faith in crying
out, as it seemed to do her little good. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Spank after spank fell on her tender cheeks, and now sometimes Mr
Edwards would linger on one cheek at a time, catching up with himself
later, so: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He would spank her left cheek, and
then, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! her right cheek would receive the same
treatment. It was not long before Cassie lay limp over Mr Edwards lap,
accepting spank after spank on her poor bottom, offering barely the
faintest of protests. Not long after she ceased to protest, Mr Edwards
slowed his onslaught down, before finally delivering two monumental
spanks – SMACK! SMACK! – each causing Cassie to buck her head up and
gape in a noiseless scream. Then all contact ceased. She felt her
right hand released, and allowed it do drift slowly to the floor, a
foot away from her left hand. She lay still, breathing heavily, and
became slowly aware of pressure against her stomach that hadn’t been
there before her punishment had begun. Realisation dawned and her
breathing slowed even more, terrified of what he might do if he found
out she had guessed.
After an indeterminate number of deep breaths, she felt Mr Edward’s
hand graze her right thigh. She quivered, but made no noise, and soon
felt him slide his hand up the back of her legs to her aching cheeks,
where he stroked her gently, stirring the sting back but somehow
calming her. Then his arms slid up her side, over her shirt and under
her arms. He helped her to her feet, and led her, limping, to the
corner of his office. There he pulled her skirt up again to reveal her
bottom and tucked it up into the waistband.
“You will stand here for the rest of Lunch,” he instructed. “At least
that will give some time for your bottom to calm down.” There was a
smile in his voice again, and Cassie felt absolved, forgetting that
she had done no real wrong.
Then Mr Edwards walked back to his desk and sat down. For fifteen
minutes Cassie stood there, her red bottom on full display for his
eyes only, and each moment she felt sure his eyes were on her. She
kept thinking of the pressure on her stomach, and of how smooth his
rough hands felt after a spanking. She quelled such thoughts
instantly, but when Mr Edwards pulled her knickers back into place,
untucked her skirt, returned her blazer and sent her on her way to the
next lesson, there were butterflies churning in her stomach.
Confusing thoughts plagued her the entire rest of the day, so that she
gave no thought at all to the raging pain every time she sat down.
This time as Cassie walked slowly up the drive, she looked back, and
saw Mr Edwards standing at his office window, jacket off, hands in his
pockets. He smiled at her, and watched her go.