The next few days were peachy, till the chemistry class. I already knew I wouldn't be the next Marie Curie. We had nicknamed our chemistry professor Miss Hellfire, for her reputation to ignite our bums when we failed her quizzes.
She had patiently explained her lesson before giving us a quiz, and she was furious. I was the object of her wrath. "Jennifer, 6/20! The lowest grade of the class, and bellow 8! I have never seen such a poor grade in my class, I am going to give you something to remember how to better apply yourself!"
That afternoon it was tennis at the country club. It was a weekly mandatory lesson.
There was no escaping it, and no hiding my lazy girl punishment.
"I am very sorry Hon..."
"...and you will wear one of their mini kilts !"
"Please don't, I won't do it again!"
Saturday morning I had to redo the chemistry prep. I sighed, I could have been riding the whole day. I would have to be content with the afternoon, if I reach the minimum 12/20 grade for the detention quiz on the first attempt.
Late morning was the dreaded quiz, and I miserably failed it with 10/20. My riding afternoon was lost. The Detention Supervisor announced, "I will see you after lunch!"
Sally my roommate, and one of the few who had attended an afternoon detention also known as double detention warned me, "Its the cane!"
I had never been caned before, the pain grew and grew in intensity till I bawled,
"OH! AH! OUCH!"
THWACK!
For the second stroke I had let go of my ankles, but I hadn't rubbed, and wasn't given a penalty stroke.
"OH! ARGH! AIE! OUCH!"
"Sniff... Sniff... Sniffling..."
I could feel those two incandescent cane strokes burning across my derriere. I desperately wanted to rub them, but I didn't dare, and endured them. I was given a handkerchief, and while I dried my eyes, Mr Detention Supervisor wrote on the blackboard the quiz questions I had failed. He gave me clues to help me answer. I figured out two and failed the other two.
"You know the drill, grab your ankles, two more strokes!"
THWACK!
"OH! AIE! AIE! OUCH!"
THWACK!
"OH! ARGH! AIE! OUCHEEE!"
After having dried my eyes, I was given more clues. I finally understood my mistakes. He gave me back my kilt, and I very carefully pulled up my knickers over my still burning butt.
On the way back to my dorm everyone was cheerfully returning from a fun day at the country club, and I was pitifully tugging down my shortish uniform skirt. I was quite surprised when my roommates welcomed me with, "Turn around and raise your skirt naughty girl !"
I uttered one of my best, "Huh!"
They explained, "Its a tradition! When you had a double detention you are to show your bum to your roomies." They laughed and chanted, "Show us your butt ! Show us your butt !" They chanted louder and louder, I imagined all the juniors joining the party. I blushed crimson, turned around, and shamefully raised my mini kilt. The chanted even louder! "Knickers down!"
They applauded, "Four cane strokes, not bad for a first double detention!"
Juniata added, "On your bed, on your tummy for after canning treatment."
She very gently rubbed my welts with cooling Arnica gel, and Amanda gave me four cherry chocolates from our special reserve. I gave one to Juniata with thanks.
Amanda added, "Tonight our bath tube is yours for a long soak with Epsom Salts."
Next day was Sunday, and we had to attend the service. At the terrace of the pub the old timers didn't see how I blushed as red as my reddened thighs.
Later, I skipped the country club. I felt that my sore bum wouldn't enjoy riding. I prepared all my lessons for the week ahead, on my bed, on my tummy, and reflected that having tasted the cane had further encouraged me.
Jenny
To be continued...
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Oaks and Pines Role Play Game