From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Laura's View
Date: 11 Apr 1995 22:23:56 GMT

                          Laura's View



   "Just sit there," Miss Trellis said to us as we entered her

office.  There were five of us in all.  We knew exactly what we

were here for and exactly what the consequences of our actions

would be.  Miss Trellis went through the inner door of the office

and into the headmistress's office.

   It might not have been so bad, you see, if I had only written

my own paper.  But a few of my friends (the four with me at the

moment) said that they were really swamped with chores and

activities, so they had asked me if I could write out their

papers for them.

   "It's no bother," I had said to them.  I love to write.  I

really should have tried to vary my own style to conform to their

own.  I know that Sheila couldn't spell "that" without having to

look it up in the Oxford.  Oh, what a bloody mess this had caused

because I had thought that I was so smart.  Now I know that soon

it will be my bum that is smarting rather than my brain.

   "Sheila Alcott!"

   I watched as Sheila was led in to Mrs. Creswell's office.  I

strained to hear what was being said.

   "...plagiarism...tolerated...will...cane...bare...regret!"

   The cane!  And on the bare at that.  Oh my.  Why did I agree

to write those papers.  I hoped that because I didn't plagiarize

anything that my sentence would be a light one

   CRACK!!!!!

   Sheila cried out and was very audible even through that thick

oaken door.

   "Please...hurts!" Sheila's voice filtered through the door.

   "You're...hurts...Take...punish...adult...bend..."

   CRACK!!!!!

   Another scream followed by muffled sobs.  I looked at the

other girls and was surprised to see that they were all crying. 

I couldn't believe it.  What was even more shocking was the fact

that I felt tears streaming down my own cheeks.

   CRACK!!!!!

   That was three so far.  I hoped that would be the end of

Sheila's ordeal.  Like as not, though, Mrs. Creswell would lay it

on until Sheila's bottom bled.

   CRACK!!!!!

   "Hold...position...twelve more...regret!"

   Mrs. Creswell seemed to be telling Miss Trellis to hold Sheila

down.  Twelve more!  That meant that the entire punishment

(CRACK!!!!) was sixteen strokes of the cane applied panties down.

   I knew that Joclyne, the girl next to me, would receive extra. 

She had very proudly displayed the black lacey panties that she

was wearing today to us in (CRACK!!!!!) the loo.  Well, I was

certainly thankful that I had on the regulation panties.  I would

have to remember to tell Joclyne (CRACK!!!!!) to cancel my

request for a similar pair.  I certainly didn't need the added

aggravation of having my bottom caned for wearing an improper

form of panties.

   CRACK!!!!!  A horrific scream made its way through the door. 

I knew from experience that Mrs. Creswell had just hit Sheila on

a previously created weal.  She must have covered her entire bum

and was beginning again on all of her previous strikes.  I did

not look (CRACK!!!!  SCREAM!!!!) forward to my session inside the

office.

   One of the other girls got up and tried to leave the office. 

I certainly don't know where she thought she could have gone. 

Unfortunately for her, Miss Trellis (CRACK!!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!) had

had the foresight to lock the door.  We all shifted uncomfortably

in our seats.  I don't know.  Perhaps we were trying to remember

the feeling of being able to sit this (CRACK!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!)

pleasantly.

   All of us knew that even though there were two doors between

the caning and the hallway, those strikes and screams could be

heard to the other end of (CRACK!!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!) the hallway. 

Anyone walking in this general vicinity certainly knew that a

discipline session was in progress.  Mrs. Creswell was notorious

for delivering a most mean (CRACK!!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!) blow.

   I was surprised to find that I was sobbing aloud at this

point.  Of course, it didn't really matter because the others

were as well.  We knew exactly what was in store for us.  Mrs.

Creswell considered it part of the punishment.  It was

(CRACK!!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!) a dreadful thing to do to us, but I

supposed that it must have served some purpose in her twisted and

sick mind.  I could already feel my arse tingling in anticipation

of the dreaded event.  It knew what was to come and was trying to

warn me to get the bloody hell out of there.  (CRACK!!!!! 

SCREAM!!!!!)

   We all drew a collective breath.  It seemed like it was taking

forever.  Where was the last strike?  My lungs began to hurt. 

(CRACK!!!!!  SCREAM!!!!!)  My breath exited in an explosive

exhale.  There it was.  It was over for poor Sheila.  Who was

going to be next?

   We waited for an eternity for that door to open.  A knock at

the outer door made us all jump.  The inner door opened and Miss

Trellis came out, barely glancing at us, and unlocking the door

to admit out composition teacher, Miss Greenly.  Mrs. Creswell

escorted Sheila out of her own office and into this one.  Sheila

still had her panties at mid-thigh and was having a deuce of a

time walking.  Tears were openly flowing from her eyes and her

face was a puffy sight.  Her bush was exposed for all of us to

see.  It must have been frightfully embarrassing for poor Sheila.

   Mrs. Creswell deposited her next to the wall.  We all got a

really good look at her blistered bum.  It was a horrible sight. 

There were great puffy lines of deep purple that went

horizontally up and down her previously white cheeks.

   "Make sure that this young lady keeps her hands upon her head

throughout the next few hours.  Her panties are to remain as they

are now to remind these other ladies what is in store for them." 

This was directed at Miss Greenly.

   "Laura Bellis!"

   My turn.  I stood upon shaky legs and stumbled into Mrs.

Creswell's office.  Miss Trellis followed us in.  The door was

closed, cutting off my view from the horrible sight of Sheila's

raw bum.

   "Young lady, what you have done is a serious crime in this

school."  All of Creswell's punishment speeches began this way. 

You could have been caught murdering someone or just saying a bad

word and the speech would have still been the same.

   "Two of three things will happen before you leave this room. 

The first is rather unusual, but it is merited.  The teacher's

and I have looked over all of the papers that you have written

and were surprised to find them of excellent quality.  First

rate, in fact."  What was this about?  So I had written them

well.  That still wasn't going to save my bum from taking a

beating.

   "It has been decided that you and you alone will receive

credit for all of the papers that you have written.  A few will

even be submitted in a contest.  That is the good news and you

have my congratulations," the old bitch actually stuck her hand

out to me.  Confused beyond belief, I just shook the proffered

hand.

   The hand was quickly withdrawn.  "Now to the point of academic

dishonesty.  We cannot and will not tolerate one girl doing the

work assigned to another.  The other girls are being caned for

plagiarism.  Actually, they have a choice.  They can opt for

expulsion or _two_ sessions with the cane.  Obviously Sheila

Alcott chose the cane.  Her next session will be in thirty days. 

One of the others might choose to live with the disgrace of

expulsion.  It matters not to me.  You also have that choice. 

Hear me well.  If you take the cane, then the sentence is one,

and one only, punishment of twenty strokes applied panties down. 

Your name will be inscribed in the punishment book and you will

join Alcott when finished.  If you choose expulsion, then there's

the door.  Good luck in your life."

   Well, some choices there.  Either end up with a screaming arse

or be booted out onto the street where a lack of education will

most likely wind me up in a strumpet's profession.  My arse was

telling me to take the expulsion, but I wasn't listening.  "I'll

take the cane, ma'am."

   "A better choice than expulsion, I assure you.  You will

regret having done what you did, but you will still be able to

acquire an education here.  Bend over the desk."

   There it was.  That dreaded order.  I had been in here twice

before.  Once for the paddle (applied panties down) and once for

the cane (panties up, thankfully).  Now I was facing a

combination of the two previous punishment sessions.  The cane

applied panties down.  I stood up (better get used to that) and

laid my upper body across the expanse of the desk.  The hard wood

crushed my breasts like an accordion.  I crossed my arms and laid

my head within their comfort.  I felt the back of my skirt being

lifted and pinned to my shirt.

   There was a moment's wait and then I felt my panties sliding

off of my bum.  I could feel a cool breeze that wafted between my

legs and tickled my exposed sex.  I was most humiliated.

   "Miss Trellis, I think that you should hold her in place from

the beginning.  I want no more foolishness like the last

session."

   I felt the coolness of the cane as it pressed into my bare

flesh.  Mrs. Creswell was taking aim.  I felt it flick away and I

held my breath.  No, it only returned to its position with a

light tap.  Mrs. Creswell was taking time to aim properly.  Again

the cane lifted.  CRACK!!!!!

   I tried to scream, but I had let out all of my breath and only

managed a weak croak.  My breath plummeted back into my lungs,

but by that time, the scream had been replaced by a series of

"OW!s".  There was a horribly long wait.  I could feel the weal

quickly puffing outward and forming a most painful line across

the expanse of my arse.

   CRACK!!!!!  This time I did scream.  I think I yelled

something about my bottom at the same time.  This must have

amused Mrs. Creswell.  "Be thankful it's only your bottom that's

being punished and not your future."

   CRACK!!!!!  I tried to pull out of Miss Trellis's grasp and

attempt to protect my fiery backside.  It was no use.  I cried

loudly enough for the entire school to hear me.

   CRACK!!!!!  My arms were sopped with my tears.  Never had

anything been more painful.  I remembered the caning over my

panties and it had not been this bad.  I wondered if I was going

to have lifelong scars.

   CRACK!!!!!  I howled again and begged for mercy.  "A dishonest

girl deserves no mercy.  You'll take them all without any

leniency from me."

   CRACK!!!!!  This one was to the spot where the bumcheeks meet

the thighs.  I yelped in pain and again tried to pull away.  That

bitch Trellis must have lifted freeweights to be as strong as she

was.  I got nowhere.

   CRACK!!!!!  This time I broke new records in loudness.  That

strike had landed right on top of the weal made by the first

strike.  As puffy as it was, I could feel it expand even more.

   CRACK!!!!!  Right on the second weal.  Bloody bitch must've

been an expert marksman with that damned cane.  My cries were

probably being heard by my parents clear across town.

   CRACK!!!!!  Space between the first and second weals.  My skin

must have puffed up at least two dress sizes.  My soaked arms

were becoming even more wet.  I could feel the heat in my face

and I am quite sure that it matched the heat in my bum.

   CRACK!!!!!  Third weal.  Punishment only half started. 

Another surge by me that was thwarted by Miss Trellis-

Schwarzenegger.

   CRACK!!!!!  Fourth weal.  More screams that were beginning

develop a staccato rhythm because my breath was becoming shorter. 

My sobs filed the interval between strikes.

   CRACK!!!!!  Space between the third and forth weal.  I

struggled again.  "Hold still, you fucking brat!"

   "Miss Trellis!  I'll not have you speaking like that in front

of the students!"

   Pause as the weight was lifted from my shoulders.  My hands

hurriedly shot to my bum.  Mistake!  My own touch increased the

agony.  "Bellis!  Hands back into position or I'll double your

punishment!"

   CRACK!!!!!  It was not my bum that was struck that time.  I

twisted around to see Miss Trellis with panties down and a weal

forming on her own smooth backside.  "Bellis, eyes forward or

I'll double your punishment!"

   Seven more cracks rang through the air, but my bum remained

untouched.  There was a screech as Miss Trellis roughly had her

panties replaced.  I wondered what would happen when I was forced

to pull on my own panties.  Trellis's weight came down upon my

shoulders again.  I could feel her own tears falling into my

hair.  Her shaking sobs decreased the effectiveness of her hold,

but if Creswell was mean enough to cane her own secretary, I was

staying put for the rest of my punishment.

   CRACK!!!!!  Fifth weal.  The canny bitch hadn't forgotten her

last striking place.  I squirmed a bit from that one.  I had

calmed down a bit while Miss Trellis was enjoying the bite of the

cane, but the pain quickly returned.

   CRACK!!!!!  Sixth weal.  Right at the junction of bum and

thighs again.  I let out a really good scream that even gave Mrs.

Creswell pause.  She grabbed my hair and looked into my face, but

apparently she saw that I was still alive, so...

   CRACK!!!!!  Spot between the fifth and sixth weal.  A most

talented strike, but I didn't really care about the precision of

the caning.

   CRACK!!!!!  Trellis and I made a bloody good chorus.  Our sobs

were in perfect unison.

   CRACK!!!!!  Don't know where that one landed.  My whole bum

was in so much pain now that it could have been anywhere.  As

much as the pain from the previous blows affected me, the latest

one increased it.

   CRACK!!!!!  Broke my promise and tried to surge upward again. 

Trellis, despite her sobbing, kept a good hold on me.  I didn't

hear her call me any names, however, and I no longer thought of

her as a bitch.  We had a common situation.

   CRACK!!!!!  "Please!"

   "Quiet, you've got one more coming."

   I heard her actually take a few steps back.  CRACK!!!!!!!!!!

  That one criss-crossed all of my previous weals.  I screamed

bloody murder.  Trellis, the bodybuilder with the beaten bum,

held me in place for quite a bit longer.  As much as it hurt, I

was glad that I only had to go through it once.  If I had not

been in such pain for myself, I would have felt sorry for Sheila

and the others who had to take their's twice.  I cried freely. 

It was alright to cry in front of these women because they had

seen it all too often.  Kind of felt sorry for Trellis, though. 

Bet she never received the cane in front of a student before. 

Trellis and I cried together for quite some time.  It was a

womanly bonding sort of thing.  We held each other and sobbed our

hearts out.  We had a common enemy, that bitch Creswell, so it

was alright to be friends again.

   Creswell forced me to stand and made me shuffle, panties down,

of course, out into Trellis's office where I was put into place

beside Sheila.  My face must have been a frightful mess because

the others looked in horror at me.  My hands went to the top of

my head and I was told to leave them there.  I would.  Not

because of the fear of another caning (how much worse could it

actually be!) but because I knew that I deserved this punishment. 

Never again would I write a paper for someone else.  Do your own

bloody work!