Caned by the Headmaster!

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Since we're already bending the rules with this unorthodox punishment, I suggest you also loosen your belt and drop your trousers to your ankles!" So long as the rules are clear then what is your problem? Children have minds of their own and if they choose to disobey the rules then surely it is right for them to suffer reprisals. Thirteen Bottoms: Drug-laced cupcakes brought into Bradshaw school calls for a severe punishment for the thirteen girls involved. So Abigail gives Headmaster Mark Porter some instruction in how to apply the cane. At first he practices on cushions, then on Abigail's granddaughters. Aged 18 and 19, the two girls are used to receiving corporal punishment, but they certainly feel the strokes Headmaster Mark gives them as he rises to the challenge. He now has the skills as well as the enthusiasm to administer punishment canings to thirteen girls, each one positioned over the vaulting horse to receive her well-deserved thrashing!

Tracy felt herself go flush, but once again was unable to speak. Frustrated that the Headmaster had once again gotten the better of her, Tracy ended the meeting. Tracy did not sign it. She stared at the tiny form in stunned disbelief. Could this insignificant slip of paper actually make her fantasies come true, and give Headmaster Chambers the authority to cane her? Tracy looked at the time on the pass. She wanted to argue that the pass wasn’t necessary. She wanted to ask if she might go to her car and retrieve her clothes. She wanted to ask why the pass was yellow. Sure is! One of the senile old geezers around her probably thought she was a student, and sent her down here for a hiding!”

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Tracy stared to rise, but the Headmaster’s voice stopped her cold. “Remain in position, Smith! Jose and Jemal from the Varsity football team are in the outer office, waiting to see me on other business. I’m sure they’ll be happy to come in here and hold you down, which I will ask them to do if you break position again. So if you don’t want two 19-year-olds ogling your bare bottom, and all the treasures between, you’ll maintain your position!” Are you decent?" she asked a couple of minutes later, already knowing from her reflected view that he was busy with his tie. She turned her chair as soon as he replied and watched until he had pulled on his blazer and straightened the collar. Now the moment of truth had come. Tracy Smith had earned a harsh punishment, and she was going to get it. She had this lesson coming for a long time, and Mr. Chambers was determined to see that she learned it, and learned it well. The silence was deafening, and the Headmaster, relishing his triumph, beamed at her like the Cheshire Cat. She was astonished by his cleverness, but her awe of his total mastery over her did nothing to resolve her dilemma.

Did you see the other students in the hallway smiling at you, Tracy, when they saw you sitting on Death Row with the yellow pass in your hand? Did you enjoy them smirking at you? Well, get used to it, young lady, because you’ll be getting a lot more teasing after I lay on your stripes! Yes, I’ll do a good job on you, and make your legs and bottom into a beautiful watercolor, filled with lovely streaks of scarlet red, navy blue, and pulsing purple!” Tracy had been aghast, as she expected Mr. Chambers to bring the incriminating document to the board as written proof that Tracy was a silly schoolgirl unworthy of the exalted title of Headmistress. But to her surprise the incident was never mentioned again. Tracy tried to tell herself that the Headmaster had signed the form without even bothering to read it, but she knew in her heart that corporal punishment was his passion and he’d never casually pass over a form with a girl’s name on it. Reformed: A nervous Stacy awaits her punishment with dread, knowing what to expect from the Headmaster's cruel cane. Her fear intensifies when she learns how many strokes she is to be awarded - three dozen. It is every bit as bad as she fears - yet she endures. Katie Smith is the author of the highly popular Tracey Stories. She created the character and originally wrote and posted to a Yahoo group which is sadly gone. However, some of her stories do crop up at the Strip Search 4 Yahoo group but all of her writings can be found here:

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Not that it mattered; even if she wanted to escape she couldn’t. And yet somehow the fact that she was trapped it made it all the more exciting! Tracy squeezed her thighs together as she devoured the moment: the ache in her arms, the feel of the rod in her hands, and the tingling between her legs. Quite. You teach mathematics, philosophy, and logic, do you not, Miss Smith? Very well, let us confine ourselves to a summation of the relevant facts, which I will summarize now. At the conclusion of my summary, I wish you to give me a simple “yes” or “no” answer, without commentary, stating whether or not I have stated the facts correctly, so we can logically determine whether I should cane you. Do you agree?”

You know how I despise empty threats Thomas, so please make sure this turns out to be one that I never have to carry out. But, don't doubt that I will, if that's what it takes."

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Plus, he didn’t want to take the chance that the clever teacher might actually regain control of her class and thus save herself from the fate he had planned for her. No, no, escape would never do! I expect you to behave yourself today, young lady. If you become embroiled in disputes with your teachers or with other students, Yellow Rod will have another discussion with your bottom. Furthermore, such conduct might force me to talk to the Board of Governors about making your enrollment a permanent arrangement.” Tracy felt ashamed as she remembered all of the times she had taunted students waiting on the bench with a sly comment, or simply a satisfied smile. It had seemed just to her, part of their punishment, but now that she was on receiving end it seemed very cruel indeed! Tracy was glad that she was finally able to drop her hands, but her relief was tempered by her knowledge that in moving the chair into place she was in effect constructing her own gallows.

Oh, what’s wrong, Tracy? Are you going to cry? Stop sniveling, before I give you something to cry about! How dare you call our beloved Headmaster stupid and lazy? I’m going to make you regret the day you ever came to this school!” You did quite well, Tracy,” he patronized. “I’m particularly impressed that you held your position. I suppose the thought of Jemal and Jose seeing your bare arse wiggling through your spanking was quite an incentive. Then again you always were a bit shy about your body, weren’t you?”

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I can tell you something. No child that I went to school with was functionally illiterate at the end of their schooling. Can you say the same now? Why caning her bare was preferable was left unexplained, although clearly it was preferable to him. Tracy felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her as she felt her underpants slide over her thighs and down to her knees.