On A Short Leash (3 page)

Andrew looked at her in admiration.

Not only was there strength in her arm but she looked so focused on her task, a look of absolute concentration on her attractive features, her breathing just quickening slightly. He was becoming aroused and dry-mouthed just watching her.

The third stroke landed at an angle over the weals already present which Andrew knew would be particularly painful.

‘Arrghhhhhhh!’ Susannah couldn’t prevent a cry of agony escaping her lips this time and a quick glance at Emma’s face showed she was pleased she had made her yelp. Then came the pleading, ‘No, Miss…please Miss…don’t, Miss.’

Emma’s response was to thrash her cane across Susannah’s rear once again. This stroke landed higher up, at the base of her spine. Andrew saw Emma’s smile of satisfaction as Susannah howled again and when foolishly she put her hands round to clutch her bottom she removed them quickly because Emma caned her across her knuckles.

Andrew felt his cock stiffen. She was magnificent, taking to her task as if born to it. He couldn’t think she would have caned anyone before (or had she?) but she appeared to have the technique and to relish the work. Her breathing was fast and there was a wild look in her eyes when she wielded the weapon suggesting a strong streak of sadism in her nature. She was going to fit in well at the Academy.

Andrew noticed Emma was using the common ploy of making Susannah wait for the next stroke of the cane which gave time for the pain to sink in and kept the girl on tenterhooks. Andy wondered if, after all, Emma had some previous experience of flogging. Emma picked up the cane again and swished it through the air several times by way of rehearsal.

She pushed Susannah’s tousled head down so her forehead was resting on the duvet. Her flesh tightened again.

Crack! The force of the blow made her jerk forward and then fall on her side where she writhed on the bed in agony. Then she turned to Emma in a kneeling position and began begging for mercy again. She was sweating profusely.

‘Please, Miss. Please don’t cane me again. Couldn’t you give me a different punishment, Miss?’

‘I may give you an additional punishment if you’re not quick about it. Bend over!’

Andrew watched the girl resume her kneeling position very reluctantly and scream shamelessly with each new stroke as Emma slipped into a steady rhythm.

Meanwhile the boy waited for his turn, beginning to shiver now, partly because he was naked in the unheated dormitory, but mainly through fear, having seen the way the new teacher laid on the cane.

Andy soon spread the word about the new addition to the staff describing her as a ‘real asset’ in their quest for strong discipline at the Septimus Grey Academy. His descriptions of Emma’s prowess with the cane made her new colleagues keen to see her in action.

After dinner they retired to the staffroom for coffee and liqueurs and the conversation quickly turned to the topic that was rarely out of their minds, the fine art of flogging.

‘I hear you’re a dab hand, Miss Holman,’ said Wilkins, a Latin teacher.

‘Please call me Emma.’

‘Andy here was telling me you have a good arm and classic action.’

‘She’s not a spin bowler, Wilkins. You’re trying to say she’s a mean flogger. Does she make ‘em beg for mercy?’

‘Judging by Dworkin’s reaction, very much so. He was very impressed,’ said Andy.

‘Angus Dworkin,’ said Matron dreamily. ‘He’s a very big boy. I saw him in the shower the other day and thought…’

‘Jennie. Better keep your thoughts to yourself.’

‘He
is
well endowed,’ said another female teacher, ‘which is no doubt the reason Freeman is sniffing round him.’

‘That Freeman girl has a high opinion of herself. Thinks she’s god’s gift to the male sex,’ said Laurence Mason, the Head of Maths.

‘You caned Dworkin, did you?’ asked Wilkins.

‘He was at it in the girls’ dorm,’ said Emma.

‘And guess who he was shagging?’

‘Susannah Freeman!’ They all said her name in chorus.

‘Is she lad mad?’ asked Emma. ‘She seemed a little minx.’

‘If there’s any trouble of any kind you can guarantee Freeman will be part of it. But you’re right; she’ll take her knickers down for anyone.’

‘I bet if we went to her dormitory she’d be up to something right now.’

‘Why don’t we send Emma up and if she finds Freeman or any other wrongdoers she can demonstrate her caning technique to all of us. We might learn a thing or two.’

‘What do you think Emma?’ asked Andy. ‘Are you up for it?’

Emma had drunk quite a lot of wine with her meal so was in a mood to play along. ‘Have we got a decent cane handy?’

Canes appeared from all directions and she settled for a whippy implement handed to her by Wilkins and tried a few air shots.

‘Doesn’t she look imposing waving her cane like that?’

‘Quite the dominatrix,’ said Wilkins.

Emma crashed the cane down on the arm of the chair Wilkins was sitting in, raising a cloud of dust.

‘Watch yourself Wilkins or she’ll have you bending over,’ said Andy.

‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ said Wilkins. ‘I’ll see what I can do to earn six of the best.’

Andy and Emma disappeared upstairs and made their way to the girls’ dormitory and listening at the door, they heard voices.

‘It’s well after lights out, so there shouldn’t be a word,’ said Andy.

‘Let’s see what’s going on,’ said Emma.

She flung the door open and snapped on the light.

Girls and a couple of boys were sitting in a circle on the floor in various states of undress with playing cards in front of them.

‘Strip pontoon, unless I’m much mistaken,’ said Emma.

‘I’ll get their prefect and she can take their names and send them down for punishment.’

Having found Stephanie, the prefect, who had been fast asleep, Andy gave her instructions before he escorted Emma back to the staffroom.

‘Unusual not to find Susannah Freeman in the thick of it,’ said Andy as they descended the stairs.

‘Perhaps she’s a reformed character after that beating I gave her.’ Emma looked at Andy and laughed. ‘No, I don’t really believe that for one second.’

They rejoined the rest of the teachers and Emma took a few sips of her coffee.

‘Let me get you a fresh cup,’ offered Wilkins who suddenly seemed very solicitous. Emma looked at Andy and raised her eyebrows.

Emma drank half a cup before picking up the cane.

‘Clear a space,’ said Wilkins.

Male members of staff pushed back armchairs and moved a table buried under papers and box files to create an area of threadbare carpet where the victim could stand.

The first of the miscreants to enter the staffroom was a fair haired boy called Maycock, who was wearing only pyjama trousers and looking very scared.

‘Ah, Maycock,’ said Andy. ‘Let me have your pyjama bottoms and then stand just there and touch your toes.’

Blushing deeply, the young man did as he’d been told.

‘Being found in a girls’ dorm after lights out is a serious offence, Maycock, not to mention the reason you were there. If you want to display your body, you have your chance now. How old are you, Maycock?’

‘Eighteen, Sir.’

‘You act more like a fourteen year old, larking about in dorms.’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Miss Holman is going to cane you.’

‘Get right down, boy,’ said Emma in her harshest voice. ‘I’ll have you reporting to me every morning for keep fit, if you can’t touch your toes at your age.’ She put her hand on his bare back and pushed him down.

His butt was slim and muscular rather than fleshy and when he got right over, his buttocks tightened still more which meant there was little to cushion the blows.

Emma was determined to show her colleagues what a severe flogger she was, since the finer points of flagellation seemed so valued in the place.

The boy’s taut white cheeks presented the perfect target.

Emma glanced round her audience and saw they were rapt.

Whack! The first one was a vertical stroke from above delivered over the top of his butt and it made him jump up clutching himself and dance around the carpet like a dervish. He sucked in his breath and made a hissing sound as if trying to stifle a yell.

‘Don’t do that,’ said Emma. ‘Remain absolutely still. If you don’t I’ll double your dose.’

Maycock was trembling but he bent over again.

Emma, and everyone else, saw the livid crimson stripe appear just where she’d aimed. She placed one on each side of the first, evenly spaced.’

‘How many, Miss?’ Maycock asked. ‘Is it six, Miss?’

Emma paused. ‘We’ll see, young man,’ she said eventually. ‘Depends on how you conduct yourself. Touch your toes, not your ankles. Tighten that ass.’

When she was satisfied with his position, she delivered three more strokes, this time swinging the cane horizontally to strike the lower curves of his buttocks, the cane making a thwacking sound each time bamboo met flesh. The cane shaped itself to the curve of his tight little cheeks.

‘That’s six, Miss. Please, Miss. I’ll never do it again.’

‘Indeed you will not. Walk round the room and apologise to all the teachers here. And put your hands on your head.’ Emma had noticed that Maycock had tried to cover his genitals.

Emma watched her colleagues’ faces as Maycock went to them, noticing that all the females looked down to appraise his tackle, which caused him to grow red and hot with embarrassment. Matron ran her hands over his buttocks ostensibly to check there was no broken skin but her fingers lingered along the ridges.

Whether it was her fondling of his ass or simply the presence of so many women, Maycock began to get an erection. Since he was forbidden to take his hands away from his head he had to endure the embarrassment of parading round the room with his cock gradually hardening and rising. By the time he returned to Emma, he had such a massive hard on that his cock was almost touching his belly button.

‘Look at this,’ said Emma, turning him round so that everyone could see.

‘Speaks volumes about what occupies this young man’s mind. We’ll see if this cools your ardour.’ She struck the underside of his cock as she’d done with Dworkin. It turned instant purple.

‘Get in that corner until you can control yourself,’ Emma ordered him. ‘Face the wall. We don’t want to see it.’

‘Sorry, miss.’

‘Keep your hands on your head, squat down on your haunches, and keep up on your toes.’

Everyone could see Emma had chosen a very stressful position for the boy to have to maintain for any length of time.

A very pretty girl called Lily was the next pupil to come to the staffroom for punishment. She was wearing nothing but a pink T-shirt with a motif which just covered her sex, leaving her long shapely legs bare. Lily appeared to be mixed race with some Eastern blood in her veins judging by her smooth olive skin, shiny black hair, and deep brown eyes.

Emma could see the interest she engendered in the male teachers.

‘Take off the T-shirt,’ she told the girl.

When Lily pulled it over her head, she revealed pert breasts with dark brown nipples, slim waist, flaring hips, and thick dark bush.

‘I’m surprised at you getting involved, Lily,’ said Laurence Mason. ‘I thought you had more sense.’

‘I wasn’t playing their card game, Sir,’ said Lily. ‘It just happened in my dorm, Sir.’ She was already in tears but Emma thought she was faking it.

‘You should have told a member of staff,’ said Emma, brushing the cane across the girl’s prominent bottom.

‘Perhaps a lesser punishment in the circumstances…’ Mason suggested.

‘Please, Miss,’ pleaded Lily, dropping to her knees and clutching Emma’s legs.

‘Get up and face your punishment,’ said Emma, pulling the girl to her feet. ‘Now touch your toes.’

Her ass stuck out and her cheeks were fleshier than the boy’s, so when Emma delivered her first stroke her buttocks quivered.

Emma anticipated a theatrical performance from Lily and stood back to watch. The girl clutched her cheeks and hopped about, uttering sounds that suggested she’d been branded with a red hot poker.

Mason said, ‘Miss Holman…’ but any protest was cut short. It wasn’t the done thing to challenge a colleague in front of students but Emma could see he wanted to.

When Lily had calmed down, a second stroke thwacked across the chubbiest part of her bottom and sparked the same dramatic reactions as before. ‘Aghhhhhh!’ she howled, rubbing her cheeks; and then the begging and pleading which set Emma’s teeth on edge. Why couldn’t the girl simply take her punishment and get it over with.

Her irritation with the girl made Emma strike her with even greater force and there was a sharp intake of breath from the spectators. Mason half stepped forward as if determined to intervene but restrained himself, apparently with great difficulty.

Three bright red stripes were emblazoned across the girl’s bottom, broken only by the deep cleft between her cheeks, all neatly spaced as testimony to the accuracy of the flogger.

With high back lift and long follow through, Emma doubled the number of strokes and left Lily howling. Mason stepped forward to take her arm and lead her back to his armchair. Soon he was stroking the girls’ bottom under the pretence of soothing her wounds and offering tender loving care.

‘Stand up and turn round, Maycock,’ Emma barked and the boy tried to obey but his limbs were obviously aching and suffering a degree of cramp. He fell over as he tried to straighten up.

‘Come here,’ she ordered.

It was clearly difficult for Maycock to achieve any mobility but eventually he was standing to attention on the designated piece of carpet.

‘What’s this?’ Emma demanded.

His cock had lost some of its stiffness and now stuck straight out.

‘I’m sorry, Miss.’

‘I asked what it was.’

‘An erection, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.’

‘Didn’t I tell you to get rid of it?’

‘Yes, Miss.’

‘So you continue to defy me?’

‘No, Miss. I don’t mean to.’

‘The evidence is only too clear for all of us to see. Why can’t you exercise self-control?’

‘I’m sorry, Miss. It just won’t go down.’

‘Won’t go down! What kind of excuse is that? Mind over matter, boy. Stop thinking about sex. What is it about men? I can’t have punished you severely enough.’

Emma picked up her cane and ordered Maycock to stand still facing her with his hands behind his back. She made no concession in the severity of the two strokes she delivered across his cock, one near the base, the other nearer the tip. It was his turn to jump about and clutch himself but in Emma’s opinion he was more justified considering the part of his anatomy she had struck. It was now possible to see three distinct purple ridges across the shaft of his cock.

‘Perhaps Lily could put him out of his misery,’ suggested Wilkins. ‘A hand job or blow job would settle the issue.’

‘Wouldn’t that be rewarding the boy?’ This was Mason from the depths of his armchair where he was still fondling the sobbing girl.

‘You only think about the girls,’ said Jennie, the matron. ‘Boys have feelings too. Look at the state of his penis. No, I’m not criticising you, Miss Holman. It’s just the blatant favouritism these men show for the girls.’

Jennie came to Maycock and ran her hand along the length of his cock.

‘It might be fairer to give him some relief,’ she said.

‘Why don’t you see to him, Jennie?’ asked Wilkins.

‘If someone would pass me the box of tissues.’ She gripped the boy’s prick firmly and began to masturbate him vigorously. In seconds he was fully erect again and soon after he shot his load all over matron’s hand and onto the carpet.

‘That’s it,’ said Jennie, keeping her hand there to squeeze the last drops and applying tissues at the same time. ‘All of it, Maycock. Good.’