by Susan Thomas
Butterfly was a quick study and, although team sports were frowned upon at her girls' school, she was wickedly good at tennis, squash and badminton. Her first stroke produced a stifled wail and a noticeable jerk that took her friend's fingers off her toes and halfway around to clutching her bottom.
"Jolly good, Butterfly, an excellent first attempt. I can see you have a gift for this. A bit more wrist at the end of the stroke please."
Annabelle seemed even less keen to bend back over a second time, and Butterfly's wickedly accurate stroke produced a loud gasp of pain from her, but she tried very hard not to jump up. The third stroke brought tears to Annabelle's eyes but she was learning, and she hissed as Butterfly had whilst managing to keep her fingers on her toes. Her efforts earned praise from Dr Gasket.
Butterfly was incredibly excited. Not only had she witnessed Annabelle's caning but she had actually experienced three strokes from the great Dr Gasket. Her bottom was sore from those, but she was enjoying it. She knew it was always wise to have the head of a school think well of you so, before bending over for Annabelle to whack her, she made a little speech.
"Annabelle, I know you may be tempted to hold back and not cane me as hard as you could, but really you must. You must imagine I have done something really bad, and you as senior prefect are going to punish me. Lay them on hard, girl."
Dr Gasket clapped his hands in delight at this speech which was he had said "...in the finest traditions of the school..." Had he paid any attention to Annabelle's glittering vindictive eyes he would have known she was most certainly going to lay them on hard.
Butterfly bent over, thoroughly enjoying the whole ritual of being in her knickers, touching her toes and waiting to be caned. This was like a scene straight from the many stories she had read, but she was actually experiencing it all!
Dr Gasket was thoroughly enjoying having two teenage girls in their lovely pink knickers (the colour was matron's idea) getting caned in his office. He knew he was certainly going to have to visit matron later on tonight; nobody else was aware of their 'little arrangement' as matron's bedroom was quite cut off from the rest of the school, but the two of them made her bed creak loudly.
Annabelle was not enjoying her experience; her bottom was terribly sore and she found each cane stroke hard to bear. Well, she was now going to make Butterfly suffer as she had. She concentrated hard on her starting position and sent the cane swishing towards Butterfly's lovely bottom (the knickers being pulled up tightly leaving her cheeks mostly bare) and did not forget the flick of the wrist. The cane connected with huge force, seeming for a second to bury itself in the bottom before springing away again. Butterfly hissed and a nasty welt immediately began to show.
"Oh well done, Annabelle, an excellent stroke, girl. Wouldn't you agree, Butterfly?"
A curiously strangled voice replied, "First rate, well done Belle."
Annabelle felt immediately better about her sore bum and laid on two equally hard strokes, each winning a long loud hiss from Butterfly. The two girls inspected their bottoms and were astonished at how hard, red and sore the welts were.
"Well I must say, you two girls are good at this. We'll just make sure with a couple more strokes taken singly, turn and turn about."
The girls passed Dr Gasket's critical eye and, after each receiving eight blistering strokes of the cane, he presented them with their own canes and prefect's badges. The girls replaced their skirts and, after a brief visit to the toilets for Annabelle to wash her face (there were tear tracks in spite of her best efforts), made their way to the prefects' common room.
The boys all wanted to know how many it had taken, and were mightily impressed at the eight. Poor Sampson and Smith had gone to fifteen before Dr Gasket was satisfied, and had sat on cushions for several days. Then one prefect wanted to know if they were 'proper' strokes.
"After all he may have let you off with easy girly ones. We boys all show our marks to everyone else, but I suppose you can't really do that being girls."
Annabelle and Butterfly looked at each other with but a single thought. There is little point in going to a boys' school unless you get to do some rude things. Without a word, the two girls put their hands up under their skirts, pulled their knickers down off their bottoms, turned around, bent over and flipped their skirts up, leaving their bottoms exposed to the gaze of all the boys. There was a huge collective gasp and David, the head boy, announced they had been properly caned. The girls pulled their kickers back and turned around. Butterfly's eagle eye noticed that a great many of the boys now had a curious bulge in their trousers which hadn't been there before.
Chapter 2
In which Butterfly discovers the joys of getting the slipper and gets very close indeed with David.
David smiled at the girls, "Now then, Annabelle and Butterfly, I have to teach you how to use the slipper. We'll go to my study."
Annabelle looked less than keen. "We're awfully sore, David; does it have to be right now?"
"It's the tradition, Annabelle; you wouldn't want the boys thinking you were too soft for the job would you?"
Annabelle rubbed her bottom while thoughtfully agreeing that no, she wouldn't want the boys thinking her too girly for words, and she joined Butterfly in following David to his study. The head boy was the only pupil with both his own bedroom and a separate study. It wasn't beautifully furnished, everything clearly being some sort of reject from staff quarters, but it was his own and he had made it so with posters on the wall and even a kettle and mugs for making drinks.
He didn't seem in the least embarrassed about ordering the two girls to remove their skirts and both of them went weak at the thought of doing so. Butterfly even wondered for a mad moment whether it would be possible to remove her knickers, but decided no, that was a step too far. She was determined, however, that David would have her knickers down and take her annoying virginity at the earliest possible opportunity. The school her parents had sent her to had given her a wonderful eclectic education, but she'd had almost nothing to do with boys and David was, after all, incredibly good-looking.
The two girls stood without skirts while David removed a large, rather battered men's 'slipper' from a cupboard. Neither girl had experienced the rubber-soled, canvas-upper gym shoe as an instrument of correction before, but there wasn't a boy at the school that hadn't had at least a couple of wallopings with one.
"Now who is going first?"
The girls looked at each other and Butterfly volunteered, but this time she didn't pull her knickers up tight as her bottom was hot and her stripes were throbbing. She bent over and touched her toes, and found she was thrilled about doing it. Perhaps it was good-looking David, perhaps it was the ritual of corporal punishment that appealed to her, perhaps it was being in her knickers in front of a dishy boy, perhaps it was the thought of having her bottom sting mightily in a different way. She neither knew nor cared... this was fun.
The slipper connected with her bottom with great force. It rocked her forward, and then a huge sting followed that also inflamed the stripes from her caning.
"Wow! That really stings."
"I don't know what they are thinking of in your girls' schools, nothing like the slipper for minor stuff. Watch carefully, Annabelle."
Another huge whack on her bottom followed which then inflamed all the soreness even more. Butterfly gasped.
"Now then, Annabelle, give her two more good hard whacks. Go on, really whack her hard."
Annabelle did exactly as she was told. Knowing that Butterfly would really wallop her bottom hard she got her revenge in first, and put her whole heart and soul into two great whacks. Although Butterfly's bottom exploded with heat and sting, she was nevertheless delighted. So far her adventure in this book had been wonderful: eight with the cane and four with the slipper, and she hadn't even had to try. She stood up, holding her bottom and wriggling around with a rather red face, but babbling congratulations to Annabelle.
"Great technique, Annabelle. My,
that really stings."
Then it was Annabelle's turn to bend over. Annabelle lacked the wholehearted commitment to learning how to give and receive corporal punishment that Butterfly had, but to be fair she had been written as a normal schoolgirl (well as normal as any schoolgirl is in a spanking story) and Butterfly was a book tourist.
Butterfly watched as David unleashed two huge whacks to Annabelle's bottom. She loved the way the slipper bent when it connected and the flattening of Annabelle's bottom, but most of all the suppressed squeal that Annabelle gave. This was all so much better than reading a story. Annabelle stood up rather red-faced, clutching her bottom, and Butterfly could see it was quite deliberate that she had turned her bottom towards David in order to pull her knickers up so she could view her cheeks.
When Annabelle was bent over once again, Butterfly stepped forward for her turn at whacking. She fluttered her eyelids at David, and told him she hoped she would do it right. David was quite taken with her. Of course, Butterfly did it very well indeed, and Annabelle yelped and stood up, rubbing her bottom.
The two girls stood pulling up their knickers to view all the marks on their bottoms. David had developed a large bulge at the front of his trousers which he did his very best to disguise, but it didn't escape Butterfly's eagle eyes. The two girls put their skirts back on, enjoying the expression on David's face. Their bottoms were very sore, though Butterfly was elated by her soreness... at last she had some reality to accompany her imaginings. They were then in for a nice surprise when, as prefects, they had been given a separate and larger room, and were honoured when David himself showed them the way.
Once they were alone in their new room, the two girls eyed each other. There was no disguising the fact that they were rivals: both fancied David but Butterfly had already established an edge over Annabelle. There was no discussion about all of that, it was just understood, and another understanding was reached silently: they would pretend to be best friends while all the time scheming against each other. Butterfly had several distinct advantages, one of which was that she really enjoyed the corporal punishment even if it hurt but Annabelle did not. The boys had this macho thing about taking their punishments well and Butterfly had already earned points by her bravery and enthusiasm to do things properly.
Later, they went along to the prefects' common room and entered shyly. The boys, though, were welcoming in a patronising 'let's be kind to the girlies' sort of way. The talk was all of a fifth former who had done something 'unmentionable' (Butterfly never did discover what it was as no boy would ever talk about it) and was getting nine of the best from Dr Gasket.
"What does that mean?" Annabelle asked in innocence.
Butterfly as a reader of spanking stories knew and just piped up, saying, "He's getting it on his bare bum."
The boys all laughed and warmed even more to Butterfly, and both girls were soon surrounded by admiring boys. The girls were like pigs in clover with all the attention they were getting, but it was to Butterfly that David drifted which soured Annabelle's pleasure somewhat.
After all these exciting events, school life continued in its usual tedious routine way. Butterfly, of course, found all the work far too easy, but enjoyed helping the others in her teaching groups; her teachers were excited at her obvious intelligence so in theory Butterfly should have been the last girl to get a proper punishment. Whoever wrote the story, Kane Court School, however, had other ideas, and Butterfly broke a rule and she was the first. The corridor with the staff common room and other facilities just for the teachers was out of bounds for all pupils, even the lordly upper sixth, but it did offer a short cut to the science labs. Butterfly quite forgot she was not meant to go along that corridor and, after a break, used it as a shortcut to her physics lesson.
The prefect at the end of the corridor looked rather embarrassed, but had no choice other than to write her up, and Butterfly had to attend the prefects' court. Of course, she was excited; this would mean a real punishment, a sore bum for actually doing something wrong. She decided on how she would deal with this when facing the court.
"I apologise to the court; the prefect is quite right, I had no business to go along there. I simply forgot, but that is no excuse."
The boys were all very pleased with this frank, brave admission and David, who was fancying Butterfly more and more, sent her out while they decided the sentence. Butterfly's frank admission actually won her a lesser punishment which was perhaps a disappointment to her, but of course they were not to know that. She was to report along with all the others to be punished the next evening.
The routine in Kane Court School was a simple one. Those to be punished went to the room next door and removed their trousers or, in the case of the girls, their skirts, then stood against the wall with hands on heads until called into the prefects' room for their punishment. Most of the culprits were younger boys and some of the first years were blubbing with the older boys telling them off and advising them to "be a man". Butterfly caused great gasps among all the boys when she cheerfully took off her skirt and stood in her dusty pink knickers, making sure all the boys got a good eyeful. Life was good for Butterfly in Kane Court School. The boys were strangely more bashful about debagging themselves in front of a girl, but they had no choice and soon all those to be punished were standing against the wall with their hands on their head, feeling somewhat chilly in their underwear.
Soon, the miscreants were called one at a time in age order. From the prefects' room the sound of the first years getting walloped came through clearly: swishes of cane or the odd sound of a slipper followed by the crisp clean crack of the cane or the muffled whack of the slipper. The first years had a tendency to take on somewhat, and one even blubbed loudly after getting a mere three of the cane. They all came back in to pull their trousers back on again before leaving. Soon, Butterfly was the only one left, and she walked in proudly, looking forward to her first real punishment.
The prefects were all sitting in a semi-circle (including Annabelle), and Butterfly noticed most of the boys suddenly crossing their legs or moving books onto their laps as she walked in wearing her dusty pink school knickers.
David stood up holding a slipper. So he was to carry out the punishment. Butterfly was delighted but somewhat disappointed it wasn't the cane.
"McKendrick, you were honest and it is a first offence so the court has decided you will only get six with the slipper. However, be warned, higher standards are expected of sixth formers and prefects so it will be six with the cane if there is a next time."
Butterfly swallowed her disappointment and thanked the court, before bending over neatly and touching her toes as required. The first wallop with the slipper took her by surprise because it was only on her left cheek. It was balanced seconds later by a huge blow to her right cheek. Butterfly gave full marks to David for the technique because it concentrated the rubber sole on the sensitive soft skin of her cheeks, but even as this delightful thought came into her brain another huge whack with the slipper made contact right across her bottom. Three whacks and her bum was already hot and stinging but there were still three to go; for the very first time in her life she was getting a real punishment just like the stories in...
Whack - the slipper connected hard with the softness of her left cheek. It multiplied the sting in a quite surprising way, and Butterfly whistled softly. The boys in the room found that very funny and stifled laughter could be heard. One was not supposed to laugh during a punishment session; it was all taken very seriously. Whack - and the same multiplied sting on her right cheek followed the whack right across her bottom. Butterfly stood up, her whole bottom hot and stinging in a really most delightful way. She was elated; her first real punishment... she did so hope there would be a lot more, especially like this one: in her knickers in front of a whole load of boys getting a real official dose of the slipper from a really dreamy boy... could life get any better? Shame it was only a story. As Butterfly shook hands with everyone and made her apolog
ies for having broken a rule and let the side down, she wondered about it only being a story.
Her bottom wouldn't agree it was only a story... not with the heat and stinging engulfing it. How was this story any less real than real life? Was real life only a story? She wondered once Uncle Dragonfly's invention became better known, whether people would opt to go and live in stories that appealed more than their own lives. If you worked a twelve hour night shift at the dye factory with four days on and three off you might find joining a company of dwarves on a quest a great deal more appealing. How many would be like her and seek out spanking stories? She suspected not many women would want to insert themselves into Karl Quentin's Brotherhood saga but the men might.
Butterfly's reputation was now sealed with the boys. She was clever, pretty, great fun and a real 'good egg', especially about taking her punishments. Butterfly wished she really had gone to a boys' school all along, especially one that used corporal punishment. Annabelle, though, was getting more and more jealous. She watched David's eyes follow Butterfly around and the rather dreamy look he got as they did so. She was losing the battle she could see and knew that something drastic would have to be done, but no idea what it would be.
As the term got firmly under way, the teachers (all men) relaxed about having girls in their classes, and began to dish out punishments to the girls just as if they were boys. Not many schools used corporal punishment on sixth formers but this fictional school did. The boys were proud of it and they too relaxed when they saw the girls totting off to a master's study to get the cane or the slipper, exactly as they did. Only in physical education did anyone get a whacking in front of other pupils, and mainly with the slipper which was used to get better involvement out of pupils. In the gym, the boys had to wear only shorts with no underwear while the girls wore PE knickers (again with no underwear) with a T-shirt top and bra underneath, so all pupils got their whacks on just one layer and the boys were delighted with the equality.
