Bringing Emma in Line

Part two of the photo story from Blushes Uniform Girls 2.02

Room 3 again. It is just a week after that strapping Emma had from Mr Stangate and quite a bit has happened since then. That afternoon session with the Head, and then the awful visit to Mr Vengrove. Yes but there are other things too. Things Emma doesn’t know about. Things, developments, which are the direct cause of her being here again this Tuesday afternoon after school.

With the time on the wall clock just coming up to 4.45 again.

Why has she been asked by Mr Stangate to wait after school again? He gave no reason, just said she was to be here. Emma frowns. Glancing again at the clock. The thought comes into her head: maybe she will report Mr Stangate to Mr Anlett. Complain that he is harassing her. That is a good word: Harassing. Yes. Why doesn’t she? But Emma knows there is no real chance that she will have the nerve to carry out this attractive idea. Really no chance at all. Well it would be asking for trouble, wouldn’t it.

OK. In that case maybe she’ll just leave. Give Mr Stangate what, one more minute? Two then. And then just leave. Emma recalls that she was going to do that last time. Just about to leave and then he appeared. And that is what happens now.

‘Hello Emma. Sorry to keep you waiting. If I have.’

Mr Stangate sounds very bright and breezy. And is there an extra gleam in his eye? But she hasn’t done anything. So there is nothing Mr Stangate can do to her. No more of that awful, sadistic strap. Or anything else. Emma returns Mr Stangate’s look with what she hopes is a confident gaze.

He smiles. ‘Stand up, Emma, and come here, by the board. And take your skirt off.’

Has she heard him right? Take her skirt off!! Emma stands up but is shaking her head, in disbelief.

‘No! I haven’t done anything!’

Mr Stangate is vigorously cleaning some writing off the board. He turns. ‘You haven’t done anything, Emma? But I’m not talking about anything. I just said take your skirt off. Come on. Or I’ll give you six real stingers with the cane.’

‘No!’ she squeals. ‘You can’t. Only Mr Anlett is allowed to.’

That is the well-known rule of course. Other masters can use the strap, if that is considered appropriate. But not the cane. Mr Stangate smiles that superior smile again. ‘Oh yes? Well I could always send you to Mr Anlett, couldn’t I? Say you were behaving impossibly and could he please beat the daylights out of you with his cane. How about that? Now, will you take that skirt off?’

Emma bites her lip. Could Mr Stangate be that awful? Maybe he could. And she can imagine Mr Anlett liking the idea. Making her take her skirt off and then bend over his desk. And then pulling her knickers tight up into the cleft of her bottom. Susan Hanley has had the cane from the Head and that is what he did. The thought of it makes you go all hot and cold. Emma hesitates and then her hands go reluctantly to her skirt. Undoing the waist fastener, she briskly drops the skirt and steps out of it. Leaving herself in just blouse and knickers. They are the regulation navy ones, so Mr Stangate can’t complain about that.

‘That’s a good girl. His hand lightly smacks her bottom. Then he hands her the chalk. ‘Draw me a nice big O on the board, Emma dear. O for what? Oh dear poor Emma, perhaps.’

She doesn’t know what he is on about. Mr Stangate is behaving very strangely. Emma can sense there is a sort of excitement, exhilaration. And now he has got her skirt off, for no reason whatever, that doesn’t make her feel any better. She shivers. His hand is playing about with her bottom. Concentrating, she draws a big ‘O’ on the board as requested.

‘Excellent. And now a nice I next to it. Perhaps for: I am a naughty girl and need a strapping.’

‘Look… sir…’ She has a nasty feeling now. Something is going on. Mr Stangate is going to pull some nasty trick.

He sharply smacks her bottom. ‘Do it.’ With a shaky hand Emma obeys.

‘Lovely. And now — shall we make that I into an R? Yes do that. For what? Oh, Rules and Regulations, perhaps.’

Biting her lip Emma complies. She is completely confused. Mr Stangate seems to have gone off his rocker.

‘Good. Thank you Emma.’ Another fondle at her bottom and Mr Stangate takes the chalk from her. ‘Now what have we got? OR. And if I write above it THE STRAP and below it THE CANE. THE STRAP OR THE CANE Emma? What about that? Which would you prefer?’

She shakes her head. What is going on? Mr Stangate isn’t allowed to cane her. And anyway she hasn’t done anything. To get the strap or anything else.

That sickly, gloating smile is on Mr Stangate’s face again. ‘Perhaps I should tell you something, Emma. We have a new rule or regulation. And it is especially for you. A special rule for Emma Simway. It comes from our excellent chairman of governors, no less. The new rule is that I can cane you. What do you think about that?’

Emma feels a little bit faint. What Mr Stangate has said is quite unbelievable — but it would certainly explain that funny way he has been acting. She shakes her head weakly.

‘You can’t believe it?’ He comes round behind her, gripping her upper arms. ‘Ah but that’s because you don’t realise what an important girl you are, Emma dear. And what an impressive effect you had on Mr Vengrove when you went to see him. So much so that he has devised this new ruling for you alone. Her Form Master, Mr Edward Stangate M.A., is forthwith allowed to cane her bottom, in the interests of discipline, etc., etc.’

Mr Stangate’s hands come round to cup Emma’s firm tits. ‘And of course he can squeeze her nice boobs whenever he feels like it. And other choice parts too. Unless she wants even more caning of her bottom. He didn’t actually say that, that’s my little extra.’

Emma feels like crying. She still can’t believe this. But one part of her mind can believe it. That awful Mr Vengrove…

‘No…’ she whimpers. His hands are still squeezing her tits.

Mr Stangate lets go. ‘You don’t believe me? OK I tell you what, Emma. You can go to the Head and confirm it. He will confirm it of course. And then I’ll have you back in here tomorrow afternoon, and give you the caning then. How’s that. I can wait 24 hours. Although maybe, because you have seen fit to doubt my word, we may need a few extra strokes.’

Emma stutters that yes she will go and see Mr Anlett. Surely he won’t confirm that this dreadful thing is true’? And it is truly dreadful, because Mr Stangate seems to be saying he can cane her for no reason at all, no reason other than that he wants to.

‘Good. Please do that, Emma. And I can assure you that you will be back here tomorrow. I will cane that pretty bottom tomorrow. But that is not all of course. We do need something right now. And so I propose to use my strap again. I believe you quite enjoyed it last time. Got you rather excited here, didn’t it!’

Emma lets out a yelp. Mr Stangate’s hand has snaked in and groped her pussy! She squirms tremblingly away. Flush-faced she does her best to ignore the grope and concentrate on what he has said. He wants to give her that bloody strap again!

No!! He can’t! She tries to tell him he can’t. Well, she hasn’t done anything. Nothing at all.

Mr Stangate says maybe she hasn’t done anything in particular. ‘But your general attitude leaves a lot to be desired, Emma. A good strapping will undoubtedly make you buck your ideas up. Yes, undoubtedly. And also, if you won’t take a strapping now, when you do have the caning, tomorrow, it will be a lot worse. A whole lot worse. Remember, Mr Vengrove has said I can cane you just as much as I think is necessary.’

She doesn’t seem to have any real choice. Except to accept a bloody strapping. Emma bites her lip, feeling sick. It is so unfair!

Mr Stangate moves in close and fondles her bum again. ‘Sensible girl, Emma. I knew you’d see reason. And then tomorrow, we’ll see. Maybe that caning doesn’t have to be so desperately hard, eh?’

He produces the strap from inside his gown and holds it up in front of Emma. Yes, like before he wants her to kiss it. She feels more like spitting on it but maybe that is not a good idea, with both the strap and the cane threatening. Once again she feels as if the tears are going to come flooding out.

Mr Stangate is round behind her again. Ready to give her the business now. He tells her to bend forward. Stretch her arms back for balance, and stick her bottom out. His left hand grabs the seat of her knickers, pulling them up, pulling the hems up into the cleft of her bottom. So that Emma’s bum is effectively bare, she might as well have her knickers off as far as the coming strapping is concerned. But her cunt is covered. Perhaps this is a revision resulting from Mr Vengrove’s interest. His stated concern for girls’ private-most parts. With her knickers still on and up, albeit pulled hard into her bottom-cleft, Emma’s cunt is protected from any careless stroke of the strap.

She lets out a staccato cry. Yes, it is her bared bottom, not her cunt. The strap has whipped devilishly in, squarely across the full meat of both cheeks. That ferocious burning sting!!

‘Keep it still,’ he orders. ‘Don’t jiggle your bum about’

THWATT..!! A second frenzied yell as it slices in again. Mr Stangate tells her to hold onto the blackboard, she is writhing her bum about too much. Emma desperately grabs it.

Another frantic cry as the strap bites again into her flesh. Then Mr Stangate comes in close in behind her. His voice in her ear:

‘Enjoying it, dear’? Getting you hotted up?’

She doesn’t answer. His hand is at her glowing bum. And then sliding between her legs. Fondling her cunt through her knickers.

‘Mmm… I do believe you’re wet.’ he murmurs. ‘It’s getting you all excited, isn’t it’?’

She gasps that it isn’t. It just bloody hurts! But his fingers are still there and what he is doing does feel a bit good, in spite of the continuing hot sting in her bottom. He soon stops it, though.

THWATTT..!!

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Emma does go to see Mr Anlett the next morning, though with the thought in her head that maybe it’s not such a good idea. For one thing it seems pretty clear that Mr Vengrove must have given permission for caning, otherwise Mr Stangate wouldn’t be telling her to go ahead. Also you never feel too happy about going to see Mr Anlett, and there is now the thought of last time. When Mr Anlett did that awful ‘checking’. Quite probably he’ll want to do that again. Well it will be a good excuse, won’t it?

Still Emma does go. Thinking maybe she can at least plead with him or something. Stephen Anlett is naturally very pleased to see her. He is always pleased to have his more attractive older girls visit in his study. A little tête-à-tête with a pretty, shapely girl is always quite stimulating. There is always the thought at least of caning her, for some transgression or other. There may not be any misdemeanour that he can think of but merely musing about it with the girl there in close togetherness can be most stimulating. Frequently inducing an enjoyable tumescence. And Emma Simway is of course just about the most attractive and stimulating of the school’s current stock of girls.

Which is why Mr Vengrove has taken this interest. This very decided interest in Emma. Phoning to have quite a chat about her. Her work and prospects, etc. The Head had to admit that her prospects were not of the highest order academically, but of course experience showed that a very attractive girl such as Emma could usually be placed in a job on leaving school, even without a lot of paper qualifications. A prospective employer keen to get his hands on her if one wished to consider basic facts, although naturally one did not refer to that aspect to the girl herself or her parents, and nor did he spell that out to Mr Vengrove.

Mr Vengrove it seemed thought discipline was most important. He thought that choice Emma could be persuaded to devote more time to her work if she were disciplined more. To be specific Mr Vengrove would like to have her caned. By her Form Master, Mr Stangate, who had shown he had the right idea by strapping her. So Mr Vengrove would very much like to have Mr Stangate cane her. The Head did mention his normal ruling that only himself was allowed to cane girls, but of course given Mr Vengrove’s stated keen interest and concern he would be most happy to oblige and waive the ruling.

‘Excellent!’ was Mr Vengrove’s comment on this. ‘And of course, Anlett, you could cane her yourself as well. But maybe let Stangate first, eh. Oh and of course, I wish to see her myself. Right after each caning. To check everything is in order. I am keenly aware of my responsibilities in this.’

Mr Vengrove evidently had a thing about girls who had been caned. Rather it seemed than actually wishing to carry out the act himself. Because naturally if he had mentioned an interest in that direction the Head would have been more than happy to agree to it.

Anyway there it was. And Stephen Anlett did most certainly intend to follow the chairman of governors’ advice and cane Emma himself. Quite probably Mr Vengrove was right; more discipline would improve Emma’s performance. And so he planned to have a session with her just as soon as Mr Stangate had instigated matters. Yes, most certainly. He wasn’t going to tell Emma that just yet though. No need to alarm her.

And so Emma when she visits the Head does, unfortunately, have Mr Stangate’s words confirmed. ‘It is of course for your own good, my dear. Mr Vengrove is strongly of the opinion that more discipline would be greatly beneficial. And he will want you to go round to his house afterwards to, well, discuss things. And check that everything is OK. You should feel very grateful that he is taking this interest in you.’

Emma could say a few things but she doesn’t. She feels quite a lot like crying for one thing. She is going to be caned by Mr Stangate. And also another visit to Mr Vengrove! She can all too clearly remember the last time. Having to do that handstand, being spanked, and all the rest.

Mr Anlett puts a comforting arm round her. His other hand reaches for one of those nice big tits, to squeeze it sympathetically. He asks about Mr Stangate, and gets eventually the reluctant admission from Emma that Mr Stangate has strapped her again. Ah! Well then, he had better have a quick check, hadn’t he? See that everything is OK.

Can she slip her knickers off please?

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Back in Room 3 with Mr Stangate. Standing miserably in front of him. Mr Stangate of course is not miserable, he has that rather sickening smile on his face again.

‘Well Emma. I understand you went to see the Head. And he told you…?’

She makes brief eye contact, then drops her gaze to the floor again.

‘That everything I said was perfectly correct. Right?’

Perhaps that wasn’t strictly true. Mr Anlett hadn’t actually said Mr Stangate could cane her as much as he liked. But what was the point of arguing? It would certainly only make things worse. Emma remains dumb.

‘Good. Well shall we start off with the strap again? To get your bottom toned up as it were. Yes I think so. Take your skirt off, Emma please.’

She has to bend right over again. Standing in front of the blackboard. which still displays the OR she chalked on it yesterday. Mr Stangate briskly pulls Emma’s knickers up into the cleft of her bottom. And then without delay vigorously whips the strap in. Once… twice… three times. Each one produces a desperate, gaspy squeal.

‘Good! How was that, Emma? Feel better? Got your pulse moving a bit, did it?’ He laughs. His hand slides in between Emma’s trembly thighs to grope her pussy. ‘And your hormones too I expect!’

Mr Stangate takes his hand away and tells her to stand up straight. ‘Well I’m sure you’re as eager to get on with the real business as I am. So take your knickers off please. We’re going to do it properly.

Her knickers off!! No! But Mr Stangate insists. He says Mr Vengrove wants it done correctly.

Feeling sick Emma slides them down and off. Mr Stangate takes the knickers and places them carefully on the corner of the desk. He has the cane in his hand now. Emma, standing on shaky legs with her hands crossed in front of her cunt, doesn’t dare look at it.

‘Hands up on your head,’ he orders. ‘I know you’re not really a shy girl.’

Emma reluctantly complies. She feels completely nude, her raised arms lifting the hem of her blouse high on her waist with everything below exposed and vulnerable. Her bottom and her pussy in particular. As if sensing that vulnerable feeling Mr Stangate slides his hand out to her pussy. Gently cupping her hair-covered mound.

‘Mmm you’re such a lovely girl. Emma. But all the more reason why you need a touch of the cane now and then.’

His hand comes away. ‘OK. Now first of all I’d like you bending over the desk. Standing in front of it, and then just lower yourself. Get a good grip on the edge to keep yourself nice and still. With your knees just a little bit bent so your bottom is sticking out nicely for the cane. OK?’

Emma getting into this awful position, can feel herself sweating. She has never had the cane of course. She has been thinking about it virtually all night with scarcely a wink of sleep. Imagining it. This. Now. Mr Stangate’s hand is lightly on her back. The other one no doubt is even now swinging back the cane. Yes. Any second now…

THWACK..!!

Oh Christ! Her poor bum! The fierce red-hot sting! Her bottom writhes and rolls, with a life of its own, attempting to handle the pain.

‘Keep it still, Emma!

THWACK..!! Again. This time slicing in a few centimetres below the line of the first one. The pain is redoubled. She yells out.

THWACKK..!! And again. Emma between the yells gasping for breath now. Her hips and bottom wriggling and writhing. She can’t take it. No more!

THWACKK..!! The cane slicing zippily in yet again…

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But after those four strokes Mr Stangate does stop. It is only for a breather, he tells her, the session has not yet finished. Emma can have a break, though. She can sit down at a desk. Emma doesn’t particularly want to sit down, not on her bare bottom which is still red hot from those diabolical cane strokes. But Mr Stangate insists. He rather likes the idea of her caned bottom bare on the wooden seat.

Emma sits gingerly down. Her poor bum!

‘Good. A little rest, and then we will resume with the pretty Emma in a different position. He smiles gloatingly.

‘Well, we don’t want to get bored, do we? A different position will add more interest. For both of us. You will have the cane coming in at a different angle. And I will have, well, a new viewpoint. OK.’

Emma stutters tearfully that she can’t take any more. Her bottom is already killing her.

‘Don’t exaggerate,’ Mr Stangate tells her. ‘Just a little glow to it.’ He tells her to stand up, the rest is over. When she does his bare hand slaps hard across her bum.

What is this other position, which is to prevent boredom? It is Emma lying with her thighs and belly on the desk top. Her head down under the seat’s backrest. It is an awkward and painful position. Also embarrassing because she imagines he can probably see her cunt. This is true, he can, whenever Emma’s legs slide apart even just a little. This is no doubt what Mr Stangate meant by a new viewpoint.

But shortly the cane slices in again, and drives any thought of embarrassment quite out of Emma’s head. That fierce and fiendish contact. Which feels as if it is going to cut right through her. Cut her in two…

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Mr Vengrove! It is going to be the same, isn’t it? When Mr Stangate drives her round to his place later as he has been requested to. That same awful business as last time.

But it isn’t just the same. There is some of that same stuff again. A handstand for one thing without her knickers on.

‘You did it so well last time, Emma. I’d really like to see it again.’

 And he gets her over his lap and spanks her bottom too. With quite a bit of fiddling about as well.

But then this time there is something else he wants. Emma shakes her head when she realises what it is. No!

But Mr Vengrove is very keen for it. He says maybe he can arrange that she doesn’t get too much caning. Not a great deal. Whereas on the other hand she could be getting a great deal of it. Because he really does think she needs it.

Well that is a very powerful incentive, isn’t it? A very powerful argument. To do what Mr Vengrove wants.

Emma asks weakly, ‘No m…more of the cane? If I do…’

Mr Vengrove shakes his head. That is too much to concede. He knows it is more than he needs concede.

‘No, you need some, Emma. But we can cut it down. OK?’

She bites her lip. She can still feel that awful cane on her bottom. She makes a face. And then moves to get down where Mr Vengrove wants her. Kneeling between his parted thighs…