Illustrated Story by Darcy — Most Unlikely

What a treat August is turning out to be. After Culver’s magnum opus last week, we have the great pleasure of a new illustrated story by Darcy.

She was on the verge of tears already, as Mr Newman hustled her along the hallway from the examination room.

‘But sir… I didn’t… Oh sir it wasn’t mine… Sir I would never… Please sir, please listen…’

‘Quiet you miserable wretch. Cheating. In plain sight. And you of all people.’

‘But sir, I didn’t. I don’t need to… I’ve studied so hard… Sir please don’t…’

‘Cheating AND lying. You were really are a disgusting little wretch, aren’t you Hampton?’

Chiding her as they headed to the room, he already felt the stirring of excitement in his loins. He had many times dreamt of this moment. Susan Hampton. To have such a pretty, shy, well-behaved young girl, flustered and embarrassed and still protesting her innocence, finally in his clutches. To have irrefutable proof of her wrongdoing. To have the perfect excuse to humiliate her. To shame her. To reduce her to tears. To punish her. She continued to protest as he marched her passed the other students, giggling and whispering.

‘Please sir. I didn’t do anything. I’m not a cheat sir. I’m not.’

It was unlikely. And, in fact, it was of course untrue. She hadn’t been cheating. An A+ student, pretty and sporty and much desired by the boys. A well behaved, high achieving, well-mannered young lady. Often held up as an example to the other students as how they should behave. No wonder the others were smirking and pointing as she was half-marched, half-dragged along the corridor.

But the evidence was there and Mr Newman relied on the evidence as he roughly pushed and pulled her along the hallway towards the dreaded Room 2D. A room familiar to many, but not to young Susan, never having been subjected to it. Although of course she knew what went on in there. It was the school punishment room, and the very thought of what lay ahead, of the sheer injustice of the situation, had her crying before they even arrived.

He knew, of course. The crumpled crib-sheet that was discovered on the floor, between her lithe legs, the white socks pulled up to the perfect regulation height, her shiny black shoes just inches apart, was almost without doubt the property of Alice Cox. In fact it had been Alice who had raised her hand and attracted Mr Newman’s attention, then pointed out the damning evidence. Alice, who was conveniently sitting directly behind poor Susan. Alice, who he would be dealing with in a similar fashion after he’d taken full opportunity of this marvellous situation.

A spanking first, of course. Knickers on while she thrashed and blubbered and wailed over his lap. Still protesting her innocence, poor dear. Then he slipped them down and really let her have it. On the bare. Bum and thighs.

‘Suh… Suh… Sir. Pleeease, I dint. I… ow… please… it hurts! I didn’t cheat. Ow! You’re hurting me sir! Please stop sir! Ow! No! My bum! Sir! Please! I can’t… I didn’t!’

‘Keep still child! Shall I call your father, Susan? Or will you admit it? Tell the truth now.’

But as hard as he spanked she stuck to the truth. Her face was red and soaking wet with tears. She wriggled and thrashed and rubbed against his lap in the most delightful way. He spanked harder and faster than he had ever had the opportunity to do in the past. His poor palm was positively throbbing.

‘Stand up! You miserable little liar. I will get the truth out if you before we’re done here’

On shaky legs she stood, unable to avoid looking at the hard tented-region at the front of his trousers that had been pressing up into her. She was terrified. Terrified that he would keep on punishing her. Terrified he might do something else, something she’d heard the other girls whisper about.

‘Please sir! Please. You have… have to believe me

He gave her a few minutes to compose herself. And to allow himself to calm down a little — it really was almost too exciting. He admired his handiwork as she stood holding her skirt up. Her bottom, as white and smooth as any he’d seen since he first came in, was swollen and red. Her thighs, down to her knees, were also scarlet with the occasional smudge of blue appearing where the bruises would be. ‘Now, girl. What’s it to be. The truth or the cane?’

The threat of the cane was enough to finally break her.

‘I’m sorry sir. Really am. I won’t do it again. Please don’t tell my father sir.’

He had her slip out of her pleated skirt and read the crumpled note out. She stumbled of course — Alice’s handwriting was nowhere as neat as her own.

When she had finished reading he spoke to her with a quiet anger.

‘I am ashamed of you Hampton. Such basic notes. I would have been positive you knew everything on that paper.’

Confused and panicking, she barely knew what to say.

‘I did sir. I did know that.’

‘Then why the cheating, Susan. Unless you are lying. Are you trying to save someone else’s skin? Is that it girl.’

Her mind was spinning. She WAS lying, but the skin she hoped to save was her own.

‘ I… I don’t know sir.’

‘You don’t know? What do you mean, you don’t know? Did you cheat or didn’t you? I must say, I am familiar with your work and now I look at it, that doesn’t even look like your handwriting. What is going on here?’

He really was having the nicest afternoon imaginable.

Sobbing again, she made her decision. He was right of course. The handwriting wasn’t hers, and it was ridiculous to expect him to believe that she could have needed such basic notes. It was obviously just a mistake, and with the evidence so clear she knew he’d believe her.

‘I… Thank you sir. It isn’t my writing. I didn’t cheat sir... I’m sorry you… we… didn’t notice it earlier. I’m sorry you had to spank me.’

‘Indeed. It gives me no pleasure you know.’

She could not help but glance towards his trousers again.

‘No sir. I’m sure sir.’

But in that case, much as it pains me, I’m afraid I still must cane you.’

Confused and frightened, she starting crying again, big heaving sobs.

‘Sir, I don’t understand sir. You can’t cane me sir. Please! I didn’t cheat. I didn’t do anything.’

‘Oh but you did, girl. You lied to me. You told me that those were your notes. That you did cheat. How am I to know what to believe with you.’

‘SIR! You can’t. It’s not fair. Pleeease! I’m begging you sir. Not the cane! Please.’

‘The cane is reserved for liars as well as cheats Hampton, and you are definitely one or the other. Now head over to the window. I shall cane you there so others might see what comes from such dishonesty.’

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Her red bum and thighs jiggled and wobbled with each hard stroke. Her face, contorted in pain, was a mess of tears and snot as she howled at the indignity. Gathered outside was Alice and her chums, delighted that the snooty, stuck up Susan Hampton was finally getting what she deserved.

‘Another six I think Susan. Then you can strip off and stand in the corner while I decide whether I call your father or not.’

‘Nooo. Please sir, don’t. Please sir. I’ll do anything.’

‘We shall see. Bottom up young lady. Here comes number seven…’

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He had her stand in the corner all afternoon. Then, after the final bell and the school had emptied, he called her father. He was guilty, perhaps, of a slight exaggeration. Cheating and lying were the charges, and he added impertinence and belligerence and hinted at her flirting with boys. All offences for which she might be expelled. But Mr Newman felt that was not necessary, as long as she behaved herself in future. Mr Hampton thanked Mr Newman and assured him she would be receiving further disciplinary attention when she arrived home.

‘With your permission I’d like to keep her here for another 90 minutes so. She missed the examination earlier of course and I’d very much like to give her another one.’

‘Of course. You must do as you see fit.’

‘Thank you. I most certainly will.’