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Caroline's Birthday
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Caroline's Birthday
Caroline, Jill and Vanessa picked unhappily at their food. None
of the three sixth form girls was looking forward to the rest of
the evening. They had been told to report to Mrs Buckeridge's
study at 8.00pm and they all knew, only too well, what was going
to happen in the headmistress's study.
It had all started when Caroline had had the bright idea of
smuggling their three boyfriends into the school for a
celebration of her seventeenth birthday. The other two girls
had agreed, although Vanessa had been rather hesitant. King
George's School was a co-educational public school but there
were strict rules against girls in the boys' dormitories and
vice versa. Only two weeks before two fourth year boys had been
caned by the deputy headmaster for visiting a girls' dormitory
without permission. The girls concerned had been given lines
and detentions. But Caroline and Jill had persuaded Vanessa to
agree. They had assured her that there was practically no
chance that they'd be caught, because their dormitory was in an
isolated part of the school's grounds, and that even if they
were the fun they'd have would be worth a few lines. Caroline's
only regret was that Sarah, the fourth girl who shared their
dormitory, would not be able to be with them as she was still in
the school's sanatorium, recovering from flu.
The boys had accordingly come, bringing generous supplies of
alcohol with them. None of them were pupils at the school; they
all lived in the small town nearby. They had come determined to
have a good time and, although they did not want to get their
girlfriends into trouble, they did not so clearly appreciate the
need to be quiet. A passing teacher had heard the noise and
entered the dormitory. He had made them pour away all the
remaining lager and had then escorted all six of them to Mrs
Buckeridge's study.
The headmistress had taken the names and addresses of the boys
and had then sent them away, as she had no authority over them.
With the girls, however, it was otherwise and she had told
lectured them severely. She had enumerated the number of their
offences: breaching school security, eating after lights out,
drinking alcohol, disrupting the school's peace at night time
and entertaining boys in their dormitory without permission.
Mrs Buckeridge had concluded by saying that she rarely used the
cane, but that it was there to be used as a last resort and that
she felt that she had no alternative in the present
circumstances. She told them to report to her study at eight
the next evening.
All three girls were shocked at the prospect of being caned.
They knew that, in theory, girls could be caned at King
George's. In a way they were quite proud of it. It set their
school apart from other schools. But the idea that they
themselves might be caned, at their age, was dreadful. They
were old enough to get married, girls their age just didn't get
the cane. Caroline recovered her wits first and begged for
leniency.
"It's my birthday tomorrow, ma'am, can't you let us off with
lines?"
"The only lines you'll get, young lady, will be bright red ones
across your behind! And the more you argue, the more you'll
get. Then, looking at Jill, she said "I'm sure that you'll be
able to tell Vanessa and Caroline what to expect, Jill.
Dismiss!"
The shocked girls left her office. Until then Vanessa and
Caroline had had no idea that their friend had ever had the
cane. Back in their dormitory Jill explained. It had happened
three years before and had been so hideously embarrassing and
shameful that Jill had hoped that no-one else would ever know
about it. Even now she refused to tell her friends the reason
for her earlier caning, although she said that she had deserved
it and that she could have been expelled.
Reluctantly, she described the caning to them. She had reported
to the headmistress's study at the appointed time. Mrs
Buckeridge had not wasted any time in a lecture but had
immediately made Jill pull out a chair and bend down over it.
"It was awful," Jill told them, "she moved me about as if I was
a doll to get me in the right position for her. Then she pulled
my skirt up and pinned it out of the way and started." Jill
fell silent.
"Did it hurt?" asked Caroline, nervously.
"What do you think?" Jill responded angrily. "Of course it
bloody hurt! It stung like hell!"
There was silence again as the three girls contemplated the fate
in store for them the next day. Then Vanessa asked "How many
strokes did you get, Jilly?"
"Three! And they were all in the same place! I looked at my
bum afterwards and there weren't three marks, but just one awful
weal an inch wide across both sides. The marks stayed for weeks
and I had to make excuses to get out of gym and games."
"How did you manage to keep it a secret, Jilly? I had no idea!"
"Well, the girls in my dorm knew, of course, but they promised
not to tell. Cathy rubbed some zinc and castor oil cream on,
which got rid of some of the sting. Then, the next day, I just
had to try to act as if nothing had happened. Actually I got
told off twice for fidgeting in class, but no-one put two and
two together. After a couple of days I could sit down all right
unless I sat down too quickly without thinking. Luckily Buckers
never made an announcement about me getting the cane. Once the
marks went I tried to forget about the whole thing and I almost
had. And now we're all for it again, and I just bet it'll be
worse this time!"
"Is it always on the bum," asked Caroline miserably. "If I've
got to be caned I'd rather it was on the hands. It would hurt
just as much, but it'd be less embarrassing."
"No chance," answered Jill. "I asked her that, and she said she
always caned on the 'posterior'"
The girls tried to sleep. Vanessa felt angry with her friends.
She had always thought it was a bad idea, and had only agreed
when they had made fun of her. She had always been well behaved
at school and had never even been in detention. And now her
previously unsmacked bottom was going to be caned. It wasn't
fair.
But Vanessa was a sensible girl and by the time she finally
dropped into a troubled sleep she had realised that she had
agreed in the end and that if the other girls deserved
punishment then so did she. She just wished that it could be
something other than the cane, though.
* * *
None of the girls had slept well and a further shock had awaited
them in morning prayers. Mrs Buckeridge made an announcement:
"Last night three sixth form girls outraged the rules of the
school by inviting in three young men to their dormitory and
drinking beer with them. As you all know I do not believe in
the frequent use of corporal punishment. In this case,
however, I feel I have no choice and all three girls involved
will be severely caned. Stand up Caroline Hughes, Vanessa
Keiller and Jill Wilding!"
The three naughty girls stood up, blushing deeply as they felt
the eyes of everybody in the school on them, knowing that their
bottoms were soon to be caned.
"You will report to my study at eight this evening. All right.
Sit down again."
For the rest of the day the girls had been teased mercilessly,
mostly by the boys in their class. All of them were urged to
wear extra pairs of knickers and to sit down as much as possible
while they were still able to do so. Everywhere they went they
were greeted with swishing noises and mimed simulations of
canings. Jill's earlier caning became known and many boys
picked on her, telling her that Mrs Buckeridge was always harder
on repeat offenders.
All three of the girls were very attractive and a lot of the
boys in their class had asked them out. Now there was quite a
strong feeling that the girls were getting what they deserved
for having turned King George's men down to go out with lads
from the town.
It was the worst birthday Caroline had ever had. Friends came
up to her with cards and small presents and tried to be
sympathetic, but no-one knew what to say. Perhaps there was
nothing that could be said.
Vanessa telephoned home to her father. It was awfully
embarrassing telling him that she'd been sentenced to a caning
and the reason, but she knew that he'd find out anyway and she
thought this could be her one chance to escape with an uncaned
bottom. Her parents had never spanked her and she hoped that
her father would speak to Mrs Buckeridge and forbid the caning.
Unfortunately Mrs Buckeridge had already spoken to Mr Keiller
and he told his daughter that she deserved her punishment and
that she should take it bravely.
The day had been a complete misery for all three girls and they
had hardly paid any attention in class. The teachers all knew
what was going to happen and went lightly on the girls, but Jill
had still picked up a hundred lines for not answering Mr Johnson
when he asked her a question.
Now it was dinner time and the girls picked miserably at their
food. None of them felt at all hungry. Vanessa felt that if
she ate anything she would just be sick
After the meal they went back to their dormitory and closed the
door. They changed from their ordinary clothes into school
uniform because Jill said that she thought Mrs Buckeridge would
expect it. As Vanessa pulled her blue school knickers up over
the smooth curvy flesh of her bottom she wondered dismally what
it would be feeling like in an hour's time.
When they were all changed there was still almost half an hour
to go. Vanessa and Caroline asked Jill again if she had any
advice from her experience. The pretty girl grimaced.
"No, there's nothing we can do. We're going to get caned and
it's going to hurt. It's not the end of the world - I lived to
tell the tale - but it's going to happen and that's that. Just
hold the chair as tight as possible and try to stay down! She
gives extra strokes if you stand up or hold your bum. . .
"There's just one thing. I've asked Sarah to meet us here
afterwards to put some cold cream on our bums. I can guarantee
we'll need it."
Sarah was now out of "sanny" and had been shocked to hear what
had happened. If she'd been well she knew very well that it
would have been four for the cane and not three.
"How many strokes do you think we'll get, Jilly?" asked Vanessa,
quietly.
"I don't know, Vee, I've been trying not to think about it.
I've heard that Buckers always gives six strokes to sixth
formers. That's twice what I got. But I don't see how anyone
knows. I don't think any sixth form girls have been caned since
we've been her."
Caroline drew a deep breath. "Yes, they have. Don't you
remember when we were new girls. Sophie Rees-Howell told us that
her sister in the sixth had been caned for smoking after a lot
of warnings? She got six of the best, I remember."
Vanessa shyly asked Caroline if she'd ever been spanked before
either at school or home. Caroline was a little surprised, but
then decided it was a reasonable enough question, in the
circumstances.
"Not for ages. Dad used to whack me with a slipper sometimes
when I was particularly annoying. The last time must have been
nearly three years ago, though. It was only one or two whacks
though, but it really stung. I've never been smacked at school."
Jill snorted. "You're lucky! I still get the slipper from my
dad, and he doesn't stop at two whacks, either. I bet that I'll
be in for a session at the end of term when he finds out about
this lot!"
Caroline looked at her watch. It was time to go. The girls
made a final check to see that each of them was wearing full
school uniform, that their shoes were polished, their ties were
straight and their hair was nicely brushed.
"All right," said Caroline, "let's go girls. Good luck, we'll
need it! I'm sorry my birthday idea turned out like this.
Let's get it over with."
The three looked like model schoolgirls as they crossed the
school grounds and walked along the corridor to Mrs Buckeridge's
office. But everyone who saw them knew why the sixth formers
were wearing school uniform and what was going to happen. Many
boys watched them as they passed, imagining in their minds' eyes
what was going to happen to the three bottoms under their blue
school skirts in a few minutes time.
At last they reached the door of Mrs Buckeridge's office. It
was exactly eight o'clock. Caroline knocked on the door and the
headmistress called them in. She closed the door behind them.
The girls' eyes went to her desk, which was bare apart from a
crook handled cane. Jill thought it looked longer and thicker
than the one of which she had such painful memories. She was
right. This was the special cane, reserved for sixth form
girls. It had not been used for four years.
Mrs Buckeridge picked up the cane as she addressed the girls.
They stood to attention, hands at their sides, before her,
although after a while Jill and Vanessa's hands went behind the
back of their school skirts.
"You know why you are here," the headmistress said curtly, "so I
will not waste time. I believe that you will more clearly
understand the outrage and disgust felt by the school at your
appalling behaviour from the communication made by this cane to
your bottoms than from anything I could say to you.
"You were all equally involved and you will all be punished
equally. You may be aware that, on those rare occasions when it
is necessary for me to punish a sixth form girl with the cane I
never allot fewer than six strokes. I do not think that that
number is appropriate in this case."
She paused. Vanessa was hoping that she might say three or four
strokes. The other two girls had a much more accurate suspicion
of what was in the teacher's mind.
"You will each receive eight strokes of the cane. I expect you
to remain in position for the punishment until I tell you to
stand up. If I have to warn you about this more than once, you
will get extra strokes. Do you understand?"
The girls were all too shocked to reply. Vanessa had started to
cry quietly to herself. Mrs Buckeridge took their silence as
assent.
"All right, then. I'll deal with you first Caroline. You two
go and stand over there facing the wall."
Jill and Vanessa walked over to the wall while the headmistress
instructed Caroline to pull out a chair into the centre of the
room and to bend over it. Caroline was the shortest of the
three girls and she had to stretch hard to reach the chair seat.
The back of the chair dug uncomfortably into her stomach. The
headmistress picked up a safety pin from a shelf and walked over
to the bending girl. She could feel the tension in Caroline's
body as she flicked up her skirt and pinned it well out of the
way.
She stood back and carefully took aim at Caroline's rounded
bottom, now covered in taut blue cotton. The only trace of the
emotions that the girl must be feeling was a slight trembling in
her legs as she tried to hold them straight and firm.
Thwack!
Thwack!!
Thwack!!!
Mrs Buckeridge beat her slowly and soundly, laying on strokes as
hard as any she had ever previously administered. Caroline did
not react at first except for a sharp exhalation of breath as
the cane swished into her cheeks and, from the fourth stroke, a
wriggle and squirm each time the cane bit in. The headmistress
grudgingly admired her self-control, but she continued to lay
on each stroke with all her strength and expertise.
The sixth stroke was the hardest yet. When it made contact,
landing exactly over a mark left by an earlier visit of the
cane, Caroline's whole body shuddered. Her head shot up and she
gave a loud cry of pain. She had held out for as long as she
could, but now the pain emanating from her blazing buttock
cheeks was overpowering and she writhed desperately across the
wooden chair, gasping with pain. Jill and Vanessa were
horrified. They knew that their friend was no coward. Mrs
Buckeridge must be really hurting her.
"Keep still, girl!" Mrs Buckeridge ordered. She knew that the
last few strokes of any caning were always the most effective.
"There are two more strokes to come!"
She raised the cane and brought it lashing down again onto
Caroline's stinging behind with full force. It landed lower
than the others, across a previously uncaned part of the girl's
posterior and this time the pain was so tremendous that Caroline
lost concentration and stood upright, clasping her burning rear
with both hands. Tears were flooding from her eyes.
Mrs Buckeridge watched impassively for a few moments, giving the
sixth former time to recover herself, and then she spoke angrily.
"I meant what I said, Caroline, if you are not prepared to take
your well-deserved punishment of your own accord you will
receive ten strokes, not eight, even if I have to ask junior
girls to hold you down! Now, back down over the chair. There's
another stroke to come, and if you stand up again before I tell
you, there'll be extra!"
Slowly Caroline obeyed, presenting her already soundly-caned
bottom for more punishment. "I'm sorry, ma'am," she sobbed as
she did so, "but it hurts so much . . !"
"That's all right," said Mrs Buckeridge implacably, "I meant it
to hurt!"
It took Caroline a while to resume her position and even then
she could not help wriggling her intensely sore bottom. The
headmistress waited a while, watching her, as she screwed both
hands into tight fists, trying to prepare herself for the last
instalment of her punishment.
Mrs Buckeridge always placed the final stroke of a sixth form
caning across the tops of the girl's thighs, where it hurt so
much more and where there was no protection from the girls'
knickers. She lined the eighth stroke up, straight across
Caroline's thighs. The sixth former moaned as she felt the tap
of the cane across her thighs, warning her. Mrs Buckeridge took
two steps back and then skipped forward quickly, slashing the
cane down across Caroline's firm white thighs with all her skill
and strength.
Poor Caroline shrieked like a banshee and writhed madly over the
chair back but, as the headmistress noted approvingly, she
didn't attempt to rise and rub her intolerably sore bottom.
The headmistress admired her handiwork. Caroline's wrigglings
had slightly upset her aim on the last stroke and it had landed
about an inch higher than she'd intended. Nevertheless Mrs
Buckeridge was satisfied. The girl's behind bore clear evidence
of the promised bright red lines and she was sure that it would
be some time before little Miss Hughes sat down in any degree of
comfort again. She laid the cane down on her desk.
"All right, Caroline. Stand up."
The seventeen year old straightened like a released spring, her
hands going to her smarting bottom. She rubbed her knicker-clad
rear madly, but it had no effect on the intense sting. Her blue
skirt was still pinned up, revealing the punished area. After a
few moment the headmistress spoke again.
"All right, Caroline, that's enough. No more rubbing. Go and
stand over by the wall next to Jill and put your hands behind
the back of your neck. Vanessa, you come over here, it's your
turn!
Caroline stumbled over to the wall, her skirt still pinned up.
Vanessa was already crying and the state of her punished friend
did not reassure her.
"I don't know why you're crying, Vanessa," said the
headmistress. "I haven't started yet. You'll have something to
cry about in five minutes!"
Vanessa was taller than Caroline and had less difficulty in
positioning herself over the chair. Her long light-brown hair
fell loosely onto the chair seat. Mrs Buckeridge took another
pin and fastened the girl's blue skirt out of the way. She
picked up the cane and bounced it up and down on Vanessa's
squirming bottom. Then she drew it back and brought it down
sharply for the first of Vanessa's eight strokes.
Thwack!
This time the reaction was immediate. The sixteen year old
yelled loudly and half rose, losing her grip on the chair. Just
in time she realised what she was doing and bent down again.
She was now sobbing loudly and her long legs were twitching
involuntarily. Mrs Buckeridge smiled grimly.
Thwack!
The second stroke was as hard as the first and was delivered
across exactly the same area of Vanessa's bottom. Again the
schoolgirl screamed and lost her grip on the chair. But this
time she twisted round and stood facing her chastiser, her hands
grabbing at her sore bottom.
Mrs Buckeridge was angry. "Come on Vanessa, I've hardly started
yet. You've got six strokes to come. Get yourself over that
chair again - NOW!"
Vanessa wailed like a naughty six year old. "Oh . . . ow . . ow
. wow! It h u u u rts! Oh, god, god, god, oow, it hurts!"
"It's meant to hurt, dear. It's a cane. That's what it's for.
And I meant what I said earlier. Now get back down this instant
or you'll be getting extra strokes and you'll find out a whole
new meaning to the word 'hurt'."
With a last inaudible plea for mercy Vanessa stretched herself
over the chair again. Jill had turned round as the drama
unfolded, shocked at how much effect just two strokes had had on
her friend. Mrs Buckeridge seemed to have eyes in the back of
her head. Ignoring the weeping, bending girl she walked over to
Jill.
"I told you to face the wall, girl."
"Sorry ma'am."
"You will be!" Mrs Buckeridge took hold of Jill's skirt with
her left hand and raised it. Then she delivered two hard, rapid
slaps across the back of the girl's thighs. "There, that's your
warning. Now, if you turn round again without permission you
will get two extra strokes of the cane!" Jill's skirt fell down
again over her smarting thighs.
Caroline remained facing the wall, her only concern the
impossible pain that was pouring out from her own bottom and the
difficulty of trying to keep her hands away from it.
Mrs Buckeridge's attention returned to Vanessa, who was trying
desperately to tense herself for more strokes of the cane.
This time there were no warning pats from the cane. The
headmistress merely lined up the bottom, took aim and, after a
long pause, whipped the cane down again across the centre of the
girl's bottom, about an inch above the earlier two strokes.
Vanessa's head shot back and she gasped loudly, but she forced
herself to stay in place, although her legs stamped hard on the
floor.
Two strokes followed with similar reactions. But when Mrs
Buckeridge whipped in the sixth stroke, Vanessa again leapt
upright and grasped her poor bottom in both hands, hopping from
foot to foot in her distress. Tears were falling down her
pretty face which was contorted with pain.
Mrs Buckeridge ignored her. "Jill, come here!" she ordered.
Jill was taken by surprise, it wasn't her turn yet - Vanessa
still had two to go. Was the headmistress going to let her
friend off?
"Sit down in that chair, Jill" said Mrs Buckeridge, pointing at
the chair over which Vanessa and Caroline had bent.
Jill did so, wondering.
The headmistress walked up to Vanessa, who was standing sobbing
and holding her bottom. Taking her by the shoulders she
propelled her towards Jill.
"Vanessa, you now have four strokes to come. Two from your
original punishment and two additional penalty strokes. Now
bend over Jill's lap and she'll hold you down."
Vanessa had no choice. Slowly and painfully she draped herself
across her friend's knees until her upturned caned bottom was
the highest part of her anatomy. Jill took a firm grip of her
friend's arms to hold her in place. She could feel the rapidity
with which Vanessa's heart was beating and could sense the heat
pouring out of her bottom. Vanessa turned her tearful face
towards her, but the only service she could do for her friend
was to hold her as tightly as possible.
Mrs Buckeridge warned Jill that if Vanessa did get up again both
girls would now get extra strokes. Then she rapidly whacked in
the remaining four strokes. Once again the last stroke was
aimed across the naughty girl's thighs, but Vanessa's kicking
meant that it landed lower down on her right leg, where it would
be clearly visible if the girl wore a shortish skirt.
The headmistress considered whether to deliver the stroke again.
Then she looked down at the hysterically struggling girl whom
Jill was vainly trying to comfort and decided that she had been
punished sufficiently.
"All right, Jill. You may release her. Vanessa, stand up!"
Jill let go, but Vanessa wasn't ready stand up immediately. She
fell off her friend's lap and rolled about on the study floor,
crying her eyes out. Mrs Buckeridge allowed her a minute and
then pulled her up, surprisingly gently. She moved the sobbing
girl until she was standing next to Caroline, facing the wall,
and then placed her hands behind the back of her neck.
The headmistress returned her attention to Jill, still sitting
in the chair. "Stand up, Jill. It seems that it's just you and
me again."
Jill stood and went behind the chair, waiting to be told to bend
over it. She was the tallest of the three girls, taller than
Mrs Buckeridge herself.
"Over the chair!" Jill obeyed and soon felt the headmistress
pulling her skirt up and pinning it in place. She tensed
herself for the first stroke, but then felt the teacher's hands
on her knickers. "I don't like it when one caning isn't enough
for a girl," said the headmistress. "I think we'll have these
down!"
"Oh no, ma'am, please!" Jill protested.
In fact the headmistress had not really intended to carry out
this threat. "Well, perhaps eight strokes of the special cane
will be enough for you this time. But, remember, if you're ever
sent back here again it will be the cane on the bare."
"Thank you, ma'am!" breathed a relieved Jill. She was now just
determined to stay in place no matter how much it hurt. She
didn't want what had happened to Vanessa to happen to her.
Mrs Buckeridge began Jill's punishment. Stroke after stroke
cracked down across the teenager's large bottom, protected only
by her navy blue cotton school knickers. By sheer force of will
the girl remained in position, making hardly a sound, although
tears were now flowing copiously from her big blue eyes.
After five strokes Mrs Buckeridge paused. Her right arm was
beginning to tire but she didn't want Jill to benefit from this.
As she had earlier done with Caroline, she took two steps back
and then skipped forward quickly, whipping in a truly vicious
stroke across the bottom of Jill's stinging behind.
Jill gasped for breath in a strange "Oh oh oh oh oh" and stamped
her feet madly as the pain climaxed. But she remained bending
over with her hands gripping the chair seat and after a few
seconds she straightened her legs and, apart from her whole body
trembling, returned exactly to her position before the caning
had started.
Mrs Buckeridge took full advantage of this, stepping back again
and delivering an identical stroke to exactly the same place.
This time it was too much for Jill who shrieked like a banshee
and finally lost her grip on the chair. But no sooner was the
tall girl upright than she recollected her self and bent down
again, presenting her bottom for the last stroke.
Again Mrs Buckeridge made sure that the last stroke was the
hardest as she whipped it in skilfully across Jill's thighs,
which still bore her red handprints. Jill remained bent over
the chair, crying bitterly.
The headmistress returned the cane to its cupboard and extracted
the school punishment book from her desk before returning to
Jill and telling her to stand up and put her hands behind her
neck. Then she called Caroline and Vanessa over to stand next
to Jill while she made the necessary entries in the book.
Caroline was the only girl to notice that, due to the
infrequency of canings of girls, Jill's earlier caning was
recorded on the same page that was now opened.
When the book had been written up Mrs Buckeridge walked behind
the girls and unpinned each skirt, pulling them down over the
caned area.
"I hope that this has been a lesson to you. You may go now."
As they turned towards the door Mrs Buckeridge said "Oh, by the
way, happy birthday Caroline!"
The three girls left the study almost crawling. None of them
was able to walk properly. They stumbled back to their
dormitory stopping every few paces to cradle their well-caned
bottoms in their hands. Jill and Vanessa were both still crying
and Caroline knew that it would take very little to set her off
again. Luckily they didn't see anyone else on the way.
When they reached their dormitory all three girls immediately
threw themselves face down on their beds and buried their faces
in their pillows. Caroline grabbed her teddy bear and held it
close to her tear-stained face.
"Crikey," said Sarah, "it looks like you've been through it, you
three! Do you want the cream?"
"God, yes," answered Jill. "My bum's on fire! Come on, girls,
let's get our skirts and knickers off."
Jill and Caroline pulled their knickers off quickly, wincing as
they came down over the wealed and swollen flesh, but Vanessa
took her time to ease hers off very slowly and carefully.
Sarah undid the jar of zinc and castor oil cream, reflecting as
she did so that if she hadn't caught the flu when she had then
her own bottom would be looking and feeling like these. "OK,
who's first?" she asked.
"Vee first, she got it worst; then Jilly and me last," answered
Caroline.
Sarah did her best to apply the cream carefully although she was
shocked by the purpling weals and yellow bruises covering the
girls' bottoms, and the room was soon filled with the moaning of
the caned girls as the worst of the fierce stinging faded. She
compared the girls' marks but to her it looked, despite Vee's
extra strokes, that Jilly's bottom had suffered worst and that
there was little to choose between the other two girls. Unlike
Jill's earlier caning, this time the weals covered nearly the
whole area of each girl's bottom. Her task done Sarah tactfully
left the room leaving her friends lying face down on their beds
until it was time for lights out.
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