Chapter 2. Voluntarily caned
Now here she was again on stage at the club having 'volunteered' to do another
'whacking sketch.' This time it was to be the cane. It would definitely be more
painful but the pay was doubled. John was to wield it. He assured her he would
pull the strokes provided she kept still. She didn't really believe him but
still she could do with the money. The car repairs had cost more than
anticipated. "How many strokes will you give me," she asked.
"As many as I think you can take. Probably ten. It shouldn't be that much worse
than last time, Charley." Again she didn't believe him.
Here she was, dressed in a school uniform that was too small, her hair in a pony
tail tied with a ribbon and with tie awry, standing in front of her
'headmaster.' At her back an excited audience watched.
"What am I to do with you Jane?" the man in the mortar board and gown repeated.
Not waiting for an answer, he went on, "This is the third time in two weeks you
have been sent to me for misbehaviour. Rudeness this time. Calling Miss Harper
an old cow is not the sort of behaviour or the language we expect from pupils at
any school, certainly not this one. I guess it has to be expulsion this time.
Your parents won't be very pleased, will they?"
"No, Sir."
"I spanked you last time but that didn't do any good. Your behaviour hasn't
improved one little bit. If fact you are causing others to become troublesome
too. Yes, I think expulsion is the only answer unless....."
"Unless what Sir?"
"Unless I try caning you."
"Oh no Sir. Not the cane!"
"Yes, Miss. Expulsion or the cane and I warn you, to be fully effective it will
have to be on the bare bottom in front of the whole school. Which is it to be.
Expulsion or the cane?"
"Please Sir. Neither. I couldn't take a caning and expulsion would disgrace my
parents and be worse in the long run."
"Well, we'll just have to ask your school mates to decide for you." The
'headmaster' turned to the audience. "What shall I do with her?"
"Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!" The words were screamed out
and as the lights were panned around Charlotte saw Sally and Gallie yelling with
the rest. "It's fine for them," she thought to herself, "I get a sore arse and a
few quid. They get free wine for nothing except a bit of care afterwards and
they enjoy that anyway as it involves my cunt and bum."
Playing her role Charlotte turned to the crowd. "I thought you were my friends!
Don't we all go to this same school? You know how cruel this headmaster is. Tell
him to let me off. Tell him please."
Again the audience chanted "Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!"
"Let us get this over with Jane. Your schoolmates think you should be caned.
Look at your girl friends over there." The lights panned to where Gallie and
Sally sat. "Do you think she deserves the cane girls?" John asked.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Gallie shouted, "She needs if good and hard,"
"And that's not the only thing she needs hard," chimed in Sally. The comment
brought laughter and more lewd comments from the audience.
"Your friends and school mates believe you need caning so I'm going to have to
do it. They are waiting to see it. I am going to have to make an example of you
so they will know to toe the line."
"No Sir, please don't Sir. The cane will hurt too much."
"Stop wasting our time Jane. Take that skirt off and drop your knickers."
"No Sir! It's not right that I should have to show myself to all these other
children." Before the show, as part of the scene, John had suggested Charlotte
be stroppy and refuse to co-operate with the headmaster. She wasn't told why.
Anyways it's not right a man should cane a girl. Nor should all those young
children see my ... my private bits."
"Are you refusing to remove your skirt?"
"Yes, Sir."
The headmaster walked to the front of the stage. "Ah Mr. Peters," he said
pointing to a well built man seated at a table close by, "And Mr. James," he
pointed to another powerful looking man, "Would you both like to come into my
office and assist?" Both men came up. Turning to Charlotte he went on. "You have
made it a little more difficult for yourself Jane so I've asked your P.E. and
History teachers to help." To the two men he said simply, "Hold her still."
Charlotte hadn't expected this much audience participation. "I'll do it," she
yelled but it was too late. Her arms had been grabbed. Peters, she knew it
wasn't his real name, grabbed a tit as well as an arm and this annoyed
Charlotte. She struggled to free herself but in doing so the blouse tore and
everyone could see the big hand gripping her tit.
"Hold her still please," the headmaster repeated. For a few moments she tried to
kick but then was relatively quiet while he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall
to the floor. Her arse still covered with a large pair of navy blue knickers
contrasting starkly against the white of her blouse and thighs. Placing his
hands on the elastic waist, the head pulled the knickers quickly down revealing
her white bum flesh. Although the redness and soreness from her previous
slippering had long gone, Juliet had covered her bottom with pale make-up.
"Bring and lay her over my desk," the head ordered the two men, "Stand the other
side and hold her chest flat down on the top." Charlotte again struggled but was
no match for the two powerful men, In only resulted in her blouse being further
torn. James joined his colleague in holding a tit and an arm.
"Let me go! You have no right to treat me like this. I'll tell the governors.
I'll tell..."
"Tell whoever you like Jane. It won't make any difference. In any case the
governors are sitting at the back waiting like the rest of us for you to behave
and take your punishment. I'm already adding extra because we've had to get Mr.
Peters and Mr. James in to help. If we have any more nonsense from you, you
won't sit for a month, not just a week!" For a while Charlotte ceased her
struggling and just muttered her favourite swear word, "Bastards."
From a nearby cupboard, the head removed a long, hook ended, school cane.
Swishing it through the air to make it sing a menacing song, Charlotte looked
up, frightened now her caning was getting near to a reality and it didn't sound
like a play tool at all.
"Well Jane, that's the lovely sound this little stick makes. Now let us hear
your song." John in the guise of a headmaster debated just how hard to hit. Her
arse had taken more of the slipper than he'd expected so he decided on a
moderately sharp one to begin with.
"Swish, CRACK!" The flexible rod caught Charlotte across both cheeks just above
the crease with her thighs. The lightly rouged cane left a lived red line broken
only in the centre where her cheeks went inward.
"YEEOW!! Christ. Not so hard. You're cutting me!" The two men barely held her to
the desk.
"You felt that one Jane. Perhaps next time you want to break our rules you'll
remember it and the ones that are going to follow. I am sure Miss Harper will
appreciate what I am doing.
"Swish, CRACK! Swish, CRACK!" Two more good strokes in quick succession brought
further howls and pleas to stop. Charlotte knew it was to be painful but not as
painful as this. "Swish, CRACK!" A fourth stripe appeared. So far they were all
parallel and close spaced. Tears flowed as the girl sobbed with the pain.
"Swish, CRACK! Swish, CRACK!" "That's the standard boy's school six of the best
Jane but I think you deserve more than that, don't you?"
"No! No! You'll damage me for life. I'll be scarred. Stop. I've had enough. Let
me go and change."
"Not yet Jane. We have to show the boys and girls out there your sort of
rudeness and bad behaviour will not be tolerated and there is a lot of your
bottom that is not yet striped."
"Swish, CRACK!" The terrible pain inflicting cane fell on her tormented arse six
more times before the head put the cane down. John noticed she wasn't as wet
this time. Probably the pain was greater than her arousal. However, he wasn't
finished with her yet. He turned to the audience.
"Boys and girls of this school. You have seen this naughty girl punished from a
distance. So that you may fully appreciate her sorry state and will know what
you are likely to get should you err, I will move my desk to the front of this
platform and for the next five minutes you may come and view her punishment at
close hand." Signalling to the two men at the table, they pushed it and
Charlotte to the front. A trickle of men came up followed soon after by a queue
of people, including Sally and Gallie.
"My God, she really had a thrashing this time Sal. She'll need more than a
weekend to get over this," Gallie remarked. "Guess we'll get the blame us for
getting her into it this time too. We only suggested it. If you put your face
close you can feel the heat." Charlotte couldn't reply. Her head was still flat
on the table, her body held down by the two men.
"I reckon it will take more than that headmaster's cock to put out the fire this
time," Sally replied but she wasn't laughing. Their friend would hurt for days.
As they came to the stage, coins and notes were again left. Charlotte would need
them to make up for her time off work.
Shortly after the curtain closed, reopened for her bow. John supported her
during the applause. Her own legs would not hold her up. Back in the dressing
room, John laid her face down over the edge of the bed and gladly releasing his
cock, entered her as gently as he could. They had agreed he could fuck her when
they returned although at the time neither had thought she would be as badly
punished as this. John knew now he had gone further than he anticipated but at
the time keyed up by the excitement and egged on by the crowd, he hadn't
realised.
"Sorry Charley but I need this and we agreed." Fortunately his cock wasn't long
in loosing its load. Juliet came in with the cash box but had yet to add it up.
Seeing the full horror of the badly scored bum she immediately did what she
could to relieve the pain but it was little enough.
John held her carefully under the shower for a long while and gradually
Charlotte's body began to respond again. "Never ask me to do that again," she
said. "It was far beyond anything I expected. Never in my life do I want to feel
the cane again." Juliet sprayed her arse and told her to rest on the bed for a
bit. At the same time she told John to keep his cock tucked in his pants. Ten
minutes later she brought the two girls in. "Boss has agreed she can keep the
club's part of the tips and John has forgone his too. Perhaps that will in part
make up for the pain. Boss will also have our driver take you and the girls home
in our mini-bus when you're ready. It was over an hour before Charlotte felt
like moving an inch.
Before they left the club manager who Juliet simply called Boss, came in thanked
and congratulated Charlotte on her performance and expressed his regrets that
she was hurting so badly. They all guessed he'd made a packet from her that
evening.
It was Wednesday of the following week before Charlotte could walk reasonably
well and her personality had returned sufficiently for her to do her work as a
receptionist. She explained her sore bottom as an ulcer which wouldn't heal
which caused a little merriment amongst her work mates.
