*** This story is intended for the "Not-My-Kink" category of the 2004
SSC. Usual disclaimers apply. ***



                     "THAT CANING STORY"

                       by Haley Brimley



The tiled floor must have looked very interesting. Juliet played with
her hands nervously as her eyes remained downcast all throughout the
scolding. There he went again telling her how we don't try and cheat on
a test in this school, how we don't lie to not one but *two* teachers
about it, how we don't fight with the girl whose work we tried to steal
and how we don't snap back defiantly on top of it all when told to
report to the Headmaster's office...

She wasn't listening, scared as she was. That wait was being too long,
and it was too short when he sentenced her to...

"Six of the best, miss Hershey. And don't think I'll be easy on you
just because it's your first caning."

The sterile tone in his voice made her shudder. As she stood and lowered
herself across the desk, memories of the other girls' accounts of "it"
flooded her mind. The cane. Long and whippy, held there for everyone to
see. Some said it didn't hurt much, but they were probably just trying
to look though. Truth was, when Mr. Harris caned a girl, she would cry,
hard, and wish she had been good in the first place.

But even all this was swept from Juliet's mind as the principal lifted
her plaid chequered skirt and peeled her white cotton panties to her
knees, revealing her alabaster white, chubby bottom cheeks. She shivered
in the room's cold atmosphere and goosebumps spread all over her skin,
only to be rekindled when the tip of the cane tapped across her bare
rump.

She didn't speak, or even plead for mercy or anything. A few tears
rolled down her cheeks already as he lifted the instrument and brought
it down across her buttocks with a loud whack.

"Aiiieee!" Juliet felt the urge to grab her cheeks, but restrained
herself, having heard it could cost extras. She just focused on the
line of searing, throbbing white pain cutting her backside.

Down again it came, and again Juliet shrieked as her tears flowed
freely. By the third lash she was indeed begging, and after the fourth a
hand tentatively reached back; she could touch one swollen, freshly
raised weal on her tender teenaged flesh for just a second before Mr.
Harris grabbed her wrist and pushed it out of the way.

"Don't do that again," he confirmed her fears. She'd been lucky after
all.

*Swish... crack!*

Not so lucky.

*Swish... crack!*

Definitely not! But at least it was over.

Julie sobbed heavily as her bottom went numb. She didn't want to be
caned ever again, she didn't even understand why she was this time,
caught as she was in her pitiful wailing... and most of all she did not
understand why part of her was cherishing that stinging, tingling
feeling back there. And down there, actually.

Her face cheeks blushed deep red too, but there were no panties to
cover those as she was dismissed from his office.


           -- THE END -- 



Summer Short-Story Contest 2004 category: Not My Kink
Word count: 501

Also at: http://www.geocities.com/haleys_stories/

Footnotes:  That's actually several NMK's in one -- like other authors
did too, I'm noticing.  School setting, for one... Headmaster's office,
classmates rumours/comraderie, code of conduct, etc.;  the schoolgirl
figure, with uniforms and all that;  caning, which just doesn't do for
me; the "why am I strangely excited by this?" part, laughable to my
eyes. Well, that's the point after all  ;-)  Haley