"The warden of the nearby municipal park reported having caught Sophie engaging in gross indecency with a young man. He promised to keep that incident secret to protect the reputation of my academy, and I had to thank him. In my days, such unladylike conduct meant the cane. If Sophie wants to keep attending my school, she is to be caned."
Miss McF nodded, and pulled a long thin cane out of a cardboard tube before addressing me. "What will it be Sophie?"
Head down, I whispered. "I deserve to be caned, Miss."
"Very well, let's go out into the garden."
"Oh! Someone might... might see... me!"
"Sophie dear, if I give you the caning you deserve in Madame Rose's office, the whole school will hear you bawling."
I reluctantly followed Miss McFearsome into the school's garden. I was thankful that she went as far as possible from the classrooms, but I was nonetheless worried that someone might still see my punishment.
We had stopped walking and Miss McFire ordered. "Raise your skirt, take your knickers down to your knees and grab that fence." She tapped the cane onto that wooden fence as she said that. Head down, I obeyed and felt my cheeks glowing from the shame of exposing my curls and ample bottom.
"OH! ARGH!"
Miss McF admonished me. "Since you broke your position, that stroke won't count. You still have six strokes. Back into position, and do nicely present your naughty derriere for punishment."
The second stroke had me again crying out, and I danced from foot to foot, but my hands had remained on the fence.
I felt my eyes watering.
I bawled for the third stroke.
"OH! OUCHEEEE!"
I did quite a dance with my blazing bottom. giggling.
For the fourth stroke, I jumped up with both hands frantically rubbing my welted bum.
"OH! AH! AIE! OUCH!"
That stroke had to be repeated, and I still had three strokes.
I bawled, cried, danced, promised to be a good girl, and got my extra stroke and the remaining three.
"Don't rub! Hands on your head." She adjusted my skirt, so that I was well bared in front and back, before adding. "I want you to feel the sting of that caning, and remember that lesson."
I was finally allowed to rub, and boy, did I rub! It wasn't much help.
I very slowly pulled up my knickers while Miss McFearsome surprised me with saying. "Congratulation for that boy taking your knickers down! I told you again and again that you are a great looking girl!"
I smiled with both hands, rubbing my miniskirt over my fiery bottom.
"Please be more discreet!"
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss."
"Call him, tell him that your bum needs tender loving care!"
I did call him, but I was too shy to tell that I was caned as a naughty schoolgirl. I had another lesson before the final bell, and did my best to squirm from one burning cheek to the other as discreetly as possible. Nicki and Alicia didn't need to be painted a picture, and I had to tell them that it was eight strokes.
"Yes, on the bare."
Our boyfriends were waiting outside our school. I got a breathtaking kiss and one of his naughty hands reached to grab one of my rear cheeks. I just about jumped out of my knickers!
One of the junior girls hadn't missed my dancing, and teasingly chimed, "Pants on fire, at least six of the best!"
I blushed crimson as Etienne smiled with interrogative eyebrows. He didn't tease me. He was a gentleman and offered to buy Arnica gel. Phew! Etienne saved me from having to ask the pharmacist for such telltale soothing balm.
He invited me to the flat he shares with a couple of flatmates. He was very gentle and one thing lead to another. I soon purred as a satisfied kitten. I again had a boyfriend, and my self confidence was restored thanks to Miss McFire.
Sophie
To be continued...