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Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Jennifer gets into more trouble
Date: 9 Apr 1996 18:22:39 GMT

The day after my caning by Henrietta Adams I had mixed emotions. On the one hand I had enjoyed the thrill of the experience, yet on the other I wondered how my image had suffered. I needn't have worried.

My reputation as a rebel was now reinforced as a war hero as I was the only girl in living memory to suffer the indignity of a caning, let alone a public one. Naturally my class mates wanted to see my war wounds. I recognised quickly that there was a gain to be made in this. We retired to the ladies' toilets where I lowered my knickers to a crowd of admiring onlookers who willingly paid for the privilege of staring at my bruised bottom.

Where the day before there were red blotches and weals, there were now bluish purple lines and bruises. The pain had largely gone and I revelled in showing my scars for a pound a look. If someone wanted to touch the wounds I charged double.

It wasn't long before the practice got me into trouble. I hadn't exactly forgotten that Miss Adams was on break duty - but I hadn't paid the matter a great deal of attention either. I was far too busy enjoying my new found infamy. It was Suzanne's turn to stare at my bare bottom and she gently ran her fingers over the hardening welts when we felt rather than saw Miss Adams step into the washroom.

"What on earth..."

"Shit!" I dropped my skirt down over my exposed behind and reached for my knickers, scrabbling them back up to waist level and straigtening my skirt - fear don't 'alf lend wings. Suzanne froze, her face a bright red.

"You clearly don't learn, young lady," Miss Adams started. "I would have thought that yesterday's lesson would have given you enough food for thought." She turned to Suzanne who shrank back in fear. "As for you, Suzanne, I would have thought better of you." She stopped then and turned to one of the cubicles. Stepping inside for a moment, she returned wielding a heavy plastic toilet brush.

"You can't be serious," I said. "Shut up, you" She turned her attention to my unfortunate classmate. "Well, Suzanne, seeing that you are so fascinated by spanked bottoms, you may have one of your own." "No, please..." "Turn around and place your hands on the sink." "Please..." "Stop whimpering and do as I tell you. Now!"

Suzanne turned to face the sink, her face bright scarlet and tears running down her cheeks. It was one thing to watch the class rebel receive a thrashing but quite another to be on the reciving end oneself. Trembling, she leaned forward and placed both hands on the edge of the sink. Miss Adams stepped forward and lifted the poor girl's skirt above her waist before pulling her knickers down to her knees. Poor Suzanne, her plump white bottom exposed to all. There was now an audience lining up to see the spectacle. I was aware of faces peering through the door - we were going to be quite a show.

Miss Adams lifted the toilet brush high into the air before bringing it down with a hefty thwack on the plump white cheeks, leaving a huge red blotch. Suzanne quivered in pain and yelped. "Shut up!" "Miss, it hurts." "It's meant to."

Again, the toilet brush came up and again it whistled through the air toward the exposed rump. Twenty times it landed, leaving a red oval shaped welt on poor Suzanne's bottom. Eventually she stopped and I knew that it was my turn.

"Hands on the sink, Jennifer."

Silently I complied, feeling the cold porcelain on my palms. Watching in the mirror, I could see Miss Adams reaching for the hem of my skirt. In the corner of my eye I could see Suzanne start to rise.

"Stay where you are!" "But Miss, it hurts..." "I said stay."

Suzanne stayed. Miss Adams reached for the waistband of my panties and tugged. Down they came - something I was getting used to. Like the day before the cool air on my skin sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I watched in the mirror as the toilet brush came up to full height before crashing down. Swish, crack! I was steeling myself for the pain, but nothing could prepare me for the force of that blow. Miss Adams put so much force behind it she broke the brush. "Damn. Suzanne, get up and fetch me another one."

"Yes miss." Suzanne shuffled into a nearby cubicle and returned with another brush so that my punishment could continue. Swish, crack. "Ahhhhgh!"

"Quiet!"

Swish, crack, twenty times on my already sore bottom. It felt as if a fire was burning though it. Swish, crack! Swish, crack! Swish, crack! Each time the throbbing grew, each time I flinched and clenched my arse cheeks together. "Ow, ow, ow!"

Eventually the blows stopped and Miss Adams stood breathing heavily, admiring her work. Running a hand over my bottom, she smiled. "Nice work, even though I do say so myself. Stand up and turn around."

I obeyed.

"Well, Jennifer, look in the mirror."

I looked. Bruised and bleeding, my well-thrashed buttocks stared back at me.

Again Miss Adams smiled. "That, I think, may well be worth a pound a look."

I figured at least two. **************************************************************************************

Love Jenny X