Category: School
Wordcount: 500

She touched me lightly... deeply
By Nathan Rysher
(naturalman at fastmail dot com dot au)

"Has anyone been caned today at all?"

I looked up in surprise that I could see mirrored in the boy who sat
across from me. It was a rather unusual question for Matron to be
asking.

While there was no place in the House she couldn't go, she rarely
invaded our common room. And her reaction to the caning that went on
was to pretty much ignore it, except when she decided it was
warranted. I could feel my classmates eyes slowly turn to me.

I stood up. "Yes, Matron."

"What did you get? And who from?"

"Um... three, Matron - and from Mr. Kilmore."

"You'll do, then. Come along with me."

I trailed along reluctantly. What was going on? I was worried I was
about to get another hiding. But if so, I had to just accept it.
Matron's word was law.

We arrived in the infirmary and there was Miss Hunter. She'd been at
the school about three days and the most beautiful woman I had seen.
She must have been around 20. She was a nurse and was at the school to
gain some experience as a school nurse.

Matron was all business. "Nathan - please pull down your pants and
your underpants and bend over my desk." I hesitated. "NOW!"

I fumbled with my trousers. I had no idea what was going on - this
didn't make an ounce of sense. It was embarrassing as well - not the
Matron, but Miss Hunter was another matter. But I did as I was told,
and then bent over. And waited for whatever blow was going to fall.

"Come over here, Anne, and look."

I heard a gasp behind me.

"Don't be silly. This isn't unusual. You need to know what it looks
like, or these little beggars will try to con you that they've been
half killed. Nathan got three - you can see them all - and they look
to be pretty good ones. But nothing unusual. Nathan, this was normal?"

"Um... yes, Matron."

"You'll see it as you walk around the dormitories - I wanted to make
sure you knew what to expect."

"This is... normal."

"Absolutely - the cane bruises a bit, it's nothing to write home
about."

"Can I touch them?"

"I don't see why not - you shouldn't have any aversion to touching a
boys bare bottom. I never have, have I, Nathan?"

"No, Matron."

I felt fingers lightly stroke across the lines on my bottom - and,
horror, I realised I was  stiffening. Exposed like this - in front of
HER. But it was beyond control.

"All right, pull them up and you can go."

I stood and tried to pull my pants up quickly. But Miss Hunter was
still very close and I realised she had seen all, as she smiled at me.
I buttoned and bolted before I'd even buckled my belt.

That night, as I lay in bed, one hand traced softly across the lines
of the cane - while the other took me to pleasure I'd never known
before.

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