Emma Rides a Troublesome Horse

Chapter 1

Emma is the naughtiest girl in the school, or at least the most punished. She never learns her lesson it seemed. No matter how often she was punished she always came back for more. Or to put it more precisely, she always seemed to find ways of breaking the rules. Sometimes the headmistress wonders whether there was any point in punishing Emma further, especially when the girl was bending over for yet another punishment with the all too evident marks of recent punishments visible on her bottom. After all, Miss Leather would reflect, there is no malice in the girl, just a thoughtless disregard for the consequences of her actions. Indeed, the headmistress had a soft spot for the girl. But such moments rapidly passed as Miss Leather reminded herself sternly that it was not only Emma she had to think of but the other girls in the school. Show weakness with Emma and where would the discipline of the school be? Nowhere was of course the answer. Emma must be beaten as often as she transgressed for the common good. The girls were sent to her finishing school for a reason: to learn how to behave with the decorum of gentlewomen. She really couldn't allow Emma, however guileless and charming, to go to the bad.

Emma's last few days had been more than ordinarily filled with painful punishments, but she gave no thought to those as she planned her next misbehaviour. Why? Emma, was in love, in love with Dominic, a gorgeous blond boy at a nearby crammer's college, St Mark's. She intended to sneak over to St Mark's that very evening to see him even though she knew it was the worst possible crime she could commit in the eyes of Miss Leather who viewed all members of the male sex with a jaundiced eye.

St Mark's, like her own school, was run on traditional lines, with the head, Mr Rufus Strokes, a firm believer that boys who needed to be crammed for university needed the encouragement of the cane to make them work. He reasoned that they would not be in need of a crammer if they were not naturally idle and the swish of the senior rattan cane and its crack on a bare bottom was a sound which punctuated the day.

Emma waited until an hour after lights out and at 10.00 o'clock. She surreptitiously dressed. She hadn't told any of her dorm mates where she was going and as she climbed out of the window onto the fire escape she was watched by 11 pairs of questioning eyes. But none of her dorm mates dared asked where she was going because there was a strict no talking rule after lights out and the girls knew they would be thrashed soundly if they were caught talking, something which had happened only a few days before when they had got a terrible paddling from the school matron.

Emma crossed the grounds of Canewell Ladies College with flying shoes. She slipped through the wrought-iron gates and made her way to wards St Mark's and Dominic. She had got as far as the building which housed Dominic's dormitory and was about to toss some gravel at the dormitory window when she was caught in the beam of a powerful flashlight. "Who goes there? " cried a strong male voice. Emma could say nothing, frozen as she was by shock and fear. She dropped the handful of gravel which made a disheartening obvious sound as it fell.

The male voice soon had a body to go with it as Mr Strokes came from behind the flashlight and was visible in the moonlight.

"Ah, I see you are one of the girls from Miss Leather's establishment, replete with a handful of gravel. Now, girl, what is your name and what are you doing here?"

Emma's heart sunk as she realised the game was up. She had had to dress in the school uniform because girls were not allowed to have any other clothes at the school. "I'm Emma, sir. I was just out for a walk, sir", she said feebly.

"At this time of night? A likely story. I know Miss Leather has all her girls in bed by 9 pm sharp."

"I couldn't sleep and sneaked out , sir, I know it was wrong but please don't tell Miss Leather, please don't!!! I'll go straight home and never be bad again, I promise!"

"Well Emma, I'm afraid I can't do that. Indeed, it would be most remiss of me to do so. Miss Leather and I have a firm understanding: my boys do not come into the grounds of Canewell Ladies College and her girls do not visit St Marks. Come with me while I phone Miss Leather."

Emma trailed miserably behind Mr Strokes and eventually they came to his office, a spacious room. On one wall hung half a dozen canes which were heavier than any Emma had seen at Canewell's. Mr Strokes saw her glancing at the canes nervously and said "Yes, only the most senior of canes are used at St Mark's, Emma."

Mr Strokes rang Miss Leather. Emma could hear a very angry headmistress at the other end. After an animated conversation of ten minutes Mr Strokes put the receiver down.

"Miss Leather is of the opinion, and I agree with her, that you were in St Mark's grounds for one reason and one reason only: you were coming to meet one of the boys. That is behaviour which is the most serious breach of school regulations both here and at St Marks. It requires the most serious punishment."

Emma blanched: what could be more serious punishment than some she had had in the past? "I really wasn't here to meet one of your boys, sir, I really wasn't."

"Lying merely adds to your offence, Emma. You were close to one of our house dormitories with gravel in your hand. Why were you holding gravel if not to throw at a window? "

"I just like the feel of gravel slipping through my fingers, sir, I always have." Even to Emma this sounded ridiculous.

"Your lies become ever more obvious and absurd, girl. Now, I want you to admit that you were coming here to see a boy and I want that boy's name. When I have that the two of you will be punished by being beaten in front of your own school. My student will receive 100 strokes of the cane: you will receive 100 strokes of the tawse. That is what Miss Leather and I have agreed. "

"I can't tell you a boy's name, sir, because I wasn't coming to see a boy," Emma lied, determined not to get Dominic into trouble.

"I'm becoming very weary of your stubbornness and dishonesty, Emma, I will give you one more chance and one only."

"I really am telling you the truth, sir", said Emma desperately.

"Very well, the hour is late and I cannot waste any more time with such a recalcitrant girl. I will speak with Miss Leather again.

Another animated conversation ensued. Eventually, Mr Strokes said "If you are absolutely certain about this, it seems an admirable solution to the problem. Yes, yes, I will arrange matters at this end. There is no need to come over. "

Mr Strokes turned to Emma. "Miss Leather and I have decided that as you will not tell me who the boy is, you will take his beating for him in front of the entire school of St Mark's. That will be, of course, in addition to your beating from Miss Leather."

"Please, sir, not in front of your boys. Please beat me in your study!"

"Not only will you be beaten in front the boys, Emma, but you will be beaten on your bare bottom. That is what would have happened to the boy if you had been wise enough to tell me his name."

"But...sir...surely you can't want your boys to see me with my bare bottom?"

"These are times of sexual equality, Emma. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Of course, if you want to tell me the boy's name...."

"No, sir, I can't", said Emma bravely. "You will just have to punish me."

"As you choose, Emma. The beating will take place at tomorrow's morning assembly. I shall of course be using one of those canes you see on the wall." Emma blanched but said nothing. "I have arranged with Miss Leather for you to stay the night here. You will spend it in our punishment ante room. I have arranged for our matron, Miss Strapping, to take you there."

Mr Strokes rang a bell and an attractive, athletic woman in her late thirties came in. "Take this young lady to the ante-room, Miss Strapping, and lock her in."

Miss Strapping said "come along child" and held her firmly by the arm as they marched to her prison for the night. "What time is morning assembly, please miss", Emma asked nervously.

"It'll come all to soon for you, my girl", said Miss Strapping with a grim smile.

They reached the ante room and Emma was placed inside. It was a small room but with its own bathroom ensuite.

"Make sure you are up, washed and dressed by six o'clock, or I'll take a slipper to you," said Miss Strapping as she closed the door and locked it.

Emma had never felt more miserable or alone. She wondered what that heavy cane would do her bottom. She was of course very used to her bottom exploding with pain from a variety of instruments ranging from the French mistress' martinet through rattan canes of different weights to Miss Leather's fearsome tawse. And she had had 100 strokes before, indeed more on occasion, especially during prefects' beatings. But Mr Strokes' cane did look very fearsome and Mr Strokes was a strong, young vigorous man. He must be able to hit a good deal harder than any of the mistresses at Canewell's. She recalled that Dominic had told her the beatings he had received were harder than any he had had at school. She did not doubt it for Mr Strokes had much of the stern, unforgiving unforgiving Aztec's face of the actor Christopher Eccelston. Emma feared that he would not show any mercy towards her bottom because she was a girl.

But it wasn't just the beating which kept her awake. It was the thought of her lying there with her bottom bared for all those boys to see, including Dominic. How would she ever be able to look him in the eye again?

Eventually Emma fell into a fitful sleep. She woke at 5.30 and remembered she had to be up and ready by six. She showered and dressed and at exactly six o'clock Miss Strapping appeared at the door. "Breakfast?" she asked.

"No thank you, Miss" said Emma, "I really couldn't eat anything." Her insides felt as cold as absolute zero. She told Miss Strapping how she felt.

"Well", said Miss Trapping. "There will be one part of your anatomy after your caning which will be warm enough." She handed Emma a card. "You must learn these lines by heart because you will have to say some of them before and after your caning. Failure to do so will mean extra punishment. Now, just study quietly here until I come to fetch you."

Emma looked down at the card, it read:

Before Caning "Please beat some of the wickedness out of me, sir." "Please make my bottom red and sore to remind me of my fault, sir." "For what I am about to receive may I be truly thankful." After Caning "For what I have just received may I be truly thankful" " Thank you for making my bottom red and sore to remind me of my fault, sir" "Thank you for beating some of the wickedness out of me, sir."

The minutes passed interminably as her watch's hands seemed to have stopped. Emma was in an agony of anticipation. After what seemed an age Miss Strapping re-appeared. Emma looked at the clock. It was 8 o'clock.

"Time to get your bottom warmed up, Emma, we can't have you getting the mother and father of a caning on a cold bottom."

She pulled Emma over her knee, pulled her knickers down and applied her hand vigorously and often to Emma's bare bottom for ten minutes, after which her bottom was scarlet from top to bottom. The spanking hurt but Emma did not make more than a token fuss because she was fixated on the caning to come.

"Good, that should do," said Miss Strapping, looking with professional pride at her handiwork. She pulled Emma's knickers up, stood her on her feet and said. "Time to go. Let's get it over with."

Emma almost felt a sense of relief that the waiting was over. She offered no resistance as Miss Strapping placed a pair of handcuffs to Emma's right wrist with the other bracelet on her own left wrist.

"Just to make sure you don't run, my girl, even some of the boys do. If you try to run I'll make sure you regret it after Mr Strokes has thrashed you."

Miss Strapping gripped Emma firmly by the arm and led her towards the school assembly hall. This was a converted theatre and Emma and Miss Strapping stopped in one of the wings of what had once been a stage. Emma could see a strange contraption on the stage. Miss Strapping saw her looking curiously at it.

"That's a Victorian whipping horse, Emma. Once on it a person cannot move. You will be secured to it for your beating and left there for an hour afterwards to reflect upon the pain in your bottom and the reason for it."

Emma's courage failed her.. She had been held down for a beating before now but never strapped immobile for a beating, or left unable to soothe her flaming bottom by moving and rubbing it afterwards. She instinctively tried to run. The handcuff brought her up short. Miss Strapping whispered "I warned you, now you are for it from me!"

Emma, in handcuffs, was helpless in Miss Strappings' athletic grip. She suddenly relaxed, her initial panic gone, and resigned herself to her fate. She became aware of Mr Strokes' voice..."... and that is the lesson for today. Now, I have an unusual duty to perform. The headmistress of our near neighbours, Canewell Ladies College, has asked me to punish one of her girls by beating her before this school as well as her own because her misbehaviour has threatened the good name of both our schools. I shall not for fear of the story spreading say what the girl's crime has been. Merely, know that it was of the gravest nature. She is to receive the maximum punishment available at St Marks, 100 cuts with the cane."

Mr Strokes paused and turned to the wing holding Miss Trapping and Emma. "Bring the wretched girl here, Miss Strapping, and prepare her for beating."

"Very good, headmaster."

Miss Strapping led Emma to the whipping horse and secured her to it. Emma felt absolutely helpless, unable to voluntarily move any part of her body except her head by more than a fraction of an inch. Emma was horrified to find she was staring straight out at the faces of hundreds of young male students who seemed to have an altogether too eager interest in what was going to happen to her. She searched for Dominic's face and found it. It was a mixture of shock and dismay. Emma suddenly had the vain hope that Dominic would come forward and save her, that he would tell Mr Strokes that he was the boy Emma had come to see and she would not have to be beaten by Mr Strokes. But of course, Dominic did not know why she was there, because Mr Strokes had not said what her crime was. Also, Dominic was still angry that Emma had not come as she had promised last night. He stood in a haze of confused feelings.

Miss Strapping pinned Emma's skirt well above her waist. Emma's fine bottom was exposed with her white knickers barely covering more than half of it. Miss Strapping pulled her knickers down to her ankles. Her bottom was a satisfying red from the spanking Miss Strapping had given her. "Ah, nicely prepared, Miss Strapping", said the headmaster as he looked with approval at Emma's glowing cheeks.

Mr Strokes chose one of the half dozen canes he had brought with him. He swished it half a dozen times. Emma's bottom twitched involuntarily at the sound. He stood in front of Emma and she wondered whether a last minute plea for mercy might touch his heart. But she saw his stern dutiful face and realised that any plea might get her further punishment.

"Now, Emma, you are to receive 100 strokes of the cane. Because there are so many I shall deliver them in sets of ten with two minutes between each set of ten . There will be tens seconds between each stroke. After 60 strokes there will be a five minute break. The caning will take about 40 minutes. In view of the number of strokes I have decided you need not count them. Instead, the boys will keep count."

A cheer came from the boys, who then went deadly silent. Mr Strokes rested the cane on her bottom. "But before I begin you have something to say I believe."

Emma concentrated as hard as she could and said:

"Please beat some of the wickedness out of me, sir."

"Please make my bottom red and sore to remind me of my fault, sir."

She hesitated before saying "grace", knowing that once it was said the beating would begin. Mr Strokes coughed and twitched the cane.

"For what I am about to receive may I be truly grateful!" she stammered.

"Amen!" said Mr Strokes and the cane moved from Emma's bottom to several feet above it before whistling down with a terrifying swish followed by a tremendous crack as it struck Emma's immobilised bottom.

The boys chanted in unison "ONE!" Dead silence resumed after the count as the boys eagerly listened for Emma's response to the stroke.

A red weal immediately appeared across the centre of Emma's delightful bottom. The pain took only a few milliseconds to register in Emma's brain and she although she was a girl who took her beatings bravely normally, she could not help crying out because it was much more painful than even Miss Leather's firmest struck stroke with the tawse. But the cry was as much one of surprise as pain and she resolved to be braver with the next.

Mr Strokes waited about ten seconds before applying the second which had Emma attempting to wriggle in vain as the straps of the whipping horse kept her still. The chant from the boys was "TWO!"

Emma looked towards Dominic who was the only boy not counting the strokes. She drew comfort from that.

Mr Strokes continued with the first set of ten. The boys continued to be absolutely quiet except for the count. By the end of it Emma's bottom was well covered with neatly placed weals, but weals which had clear spaces between them. Mr Strokes looked at his handiwork with a certain professional satisfaction.

In the two minute break between the first and second set of ten Emma had to endure the after-burn flaming of the ten strokes. Her bottom was in an incendiary state. It was also twitching violently in anticipation of the punishment to come. How on earth was she going to stand another 90 of the same?

She had managed not to cry so far but the thought of what was still to come set her off. She sobbed copiously but silently because she knew that several hundred teenaged male ears were listening to every sound she made. Suddenly Emma heard Miss Strapping say "Second ten, headmaster." Emma's bottom twitched again of its own accord.

The second ten hurt even more than the first. Mr Strokes, expert caner that he was, laid the ten strokes on top of the first ten. At the end of it the ten weals on Emma's bottom were vivid. Emma sobbed for mercy.

"I am afraid I cannot spare the rod, Emma, because you are an exceptionally naughty girl who must learn the severest of lessons," said Mr Strokes during the two minute break between the second and third set of ten. Emma sobbed continuously from that point on, regardless of the listening boys.

So, the caning progressed, with Emma becoming sorer and ever sorrier for her misbehaviour. She yelled at every stroke, she lost track of the number of strokes.

Suddenly, after yet another Crack! she heard Miss Strapping call "60 given, headmaster." "Five minute break", said Mr Strokes. Emma was sobbing continuously but after a couple of minutes she was able to focus on the boys in front of her who were all still thoroughly enjoying themselves apart from Dominic. Those near the front were positively leering.

Emma's bottom was an arresting sight. Mr Strokes had landed all six sets of ten on the same places. "Fine, controlled caning, headmaster, not a single one off the bottom or indeed off target in any way." Said Miss Strapping.

"I pride myself on that, Miss Strapping."

Emma was thankful for the small mercy that he had not caned her thighs, but it was a very small one. A greater one was the fact that a certain numbness had set into her bottom and the pain was not quite so great. Perhaps the last 40 won't be two bad . She tried to console herself as the five minute break went on. Alas, for Emma, she had sadly underestimated the experience of Mr Strokes.

Mr Strokes' tactics changed with the seventh set of ten. He stood to Emma's left and caned Emma's bottom diagonally from bottom to top. The numbness in Emma's bottom did not extend to most of that area and she squealed ever louder as the cane swished down.

The two minute break came. Emma's bottom was now striped diagonally from left to right and top to bottom. For eighth set of ten Mr Strokes moved round to the top of Emma's left buttock and caned her diagonally from top to bottom. The pain increased as did the area of Emma's bottom covered with weals. For the ninth and tenth sets of ten Mr Strokes repeated the procedures of the seventh and ninth sets but from Emma's right hand side. By the end of the caning Emma's bottom was an exquisite panorama of dramatic horizontal stripes crossed in four directions by more delicate horizontal stripes from the four quarters of Emma's bottom, NE-SW, SE-NW, SW-NE, NW-SE.

Eventually Emma was dimly heard the boys shout "100" and a great cheering broke out followed by choruses of "For she's a jolly brave fellow."

Mr Strokes allowed the cheering to continue for a few minutes and then silenced. He addressed Emma: "You are a brave girl indeed and I trust that the lesson learned today will be one which will not have to be repeated. Now, Emma, I believe you have something else to say to me."

Emma, was confused and then remembered the after caning lines she had learned from the card Miss Strapping had given her. Although her bottom was still flaming and twitching violently, she managed to sob out the words.

"For what I have just received may I be truly thankful."

"Thank you for making my bottom red and sore to remind me of my fault, sir."

"Thank you for beating some of the wickedness out of me, sir."

"Thank you, Emma. All that remains of your punishment is for you to stay strapped for an hour to the whipping horse contemplating the pain in your bottom and the reasons for it. To save your blushes the whipping horse will be reversed so that you do not have to look at the boys as they leave. "

The whipping horse was moved so Emma faced the backdrop of the stage. Her bottom faced the boys. They began to file out each passing within a few feet of her startlingly punished bottom. Some were cruel enough to make remarks about the state of it and the beating she had taken.. "Gosh, I wish all assemblies were like this", "You can come back and do it again any time beautiful", "Didn't old Strokes really lay it on!", "Didn't she sob and howl excitingly?". but Dominic whispered "Well done" as he passed. Emma's heart soared ..so he hadn't done with her because she had not met him last night.

Eventually, the students had left and only Miss Strapping and the Head. Emma asked desperately "Please let me get off the whipping horse, Sir, I really have learnt my lesson! Please let me!!!"

"I am afraid I can't do that, Emma, it would set a bad example to the boys. He ran his hand over her furnace-burning cheeks. Emma felt a great thrill at his touch. "Yes, very hot indeed. Just as it should be. That will take a good hour to cool down I dare say." His voice was almost soft.

"Couldn't you at least rub it a bit more, Sir?" asked Emma, desperate to feel the thrill of his touch again.

"No Emma, I'm afraid that would not be in order, not in order at all." You really must learn to take the punishment you earn without whining. I really should give you another ten strokes ..." "Oh no, Sir, please, please don't!!!!!" Emma's bottom twitched violently. "..but as you have just received a very sound thrashing indeed I will make an exception on this occasion." "Thank you Sir!" snivelled Emma with relief.

Suddenly, Mr Strokes' hand moved over Emma's bottom once again, touching the throbbing raised weals. Emma felt the same electric thrill. Then his hand was gone and she heard him walking away.

As Mr Strokes and Miss Strapping went, Emma caught snatches of their conversation" "A real work of art, headmaster", "I always approach a bared bottom in the spirit of an artist, Miss Strapping", seeing it as a canvas on which to paint.... Their voices faded.

Emma's bottom was still flaming as she continued strapped to the whipping horse. She was unable to move to ease her pain. The severe pain carried on for longer than she had ever known, it being nearly half an hour before the rods of fires had cooled sufficiently for her to stop crying continuously, and even after that she kept letting out a sob every few minutes.

She had barely stopped crying altogether when Miss Strapping returned after the allotted hour strapped to the horse had passed. She was carrying a heavy plimsoll. She pulled Emma's knickers off completely. "Now, my girl you are going to pay for trying to run!"

"Oh no, Miss, please don't beat me any more, I can't take any more!"

Miss Strapping smiled to herself. "Well, Emma, I am going to take pity on you and just give a really good hand-spanking over my knee."

"Thank you, Miss", said Emma, genuinely grateful.

Miss Strapping released Emma from the whipping horse. Emma could walk only gingerly. Miss Strapping took her over to a bench at the back of the stage and pulled Emma over her knee.

"Now, Emma, trying to run away from your deserved punishment was very wicked and I am going to spank you for a long time so that you will realise how wicked it was. Have you anything to say?"

Emma desperately wanted to say, please don't spank me, my bottom is so painful, but she knew it was futile and the only words which came out of her mouth were "No, Miss."

Miss Strapping spanked Emma for a good half hour, or to put it more accurately, she alternately spanked, caressed and massaged Emma's bottom. But the smacks were still very hard and their pain experienced through the conduit of her superbly welted bottom. Emma was crying again before the end. If she could have seen Miss Strappings' face during the spanking and caressing she would have been surprised to see the mixed looks of delight and affection on her face. What a very pretty, girl, and what a superb bottom! And so brave. She was absolutely made for spanking! How frustrating that she would only have this one occasion to make Emma see the error of her ways. Such were the thoughts going through Miss Strappings mind as she held the weeping and squirming girl over her knee.

Eventually, the spanking was over. Miss Strapping ordered Emma to stand with her bottom bared facing the wall. "Miss Leather is coming to collect you at 11 o'clock, Emma. You are to wait here in this position until she arrives."

Emma was suddenly jolted back to reality. Her punishment was still far from over. She was due 100 strokes with the tawse. Worse, she just did not know what to say to Miss Leather. She felt that she had let her down dreadfully.

11 o'clock came and she heard the sound of footsteps and voices. Miss Leather and Mr Strokes entered the assembly hall. Turned from the wall and began "I am terribly sorry, Miss Leather. I won't...." "Silence, girl", roared the headmistress. Speak only when you are spoken to! And how dare you remove yourself from the position Miss Strappings placed you in!"

Emma hastily turned back to the wall again. Miss Leather surveyed Emma's behind which was both covered with the marks of strokes of the cane and Miss Strappings' more recent attentions. "First rate caning, Rufus. I prefer the tawse for sentimental reasons but I do especially admire a fine practitioner with the cane. This is most excellent work."

"Even though I say it myself, Magenta, it was one of my neatest."

Miss Leather continued: "Now about that thing we were discussing earlier. Are you sure you can spare one, Rufus?"

"Yes, Magenta we have plenty here and I shall be only too happy to supply you with something to improve the discipline of your girls."

Emma wondered what on earth it could be? God, she thought, not a supply of those fearsome canes. It wasn't but her fears were immediately justified.

Miss Leather picked up the cane which had thrashed Emma's bottom so soundly and held it in her palms. "I must say the canes you use are absolutely outstanding, Rufus, real examples of craftmanship." Miss Leather picked up one of the canes and ran it over her palm.

"You really must let me make you a present of half-a-dozen, Magenta."

"Oh no, Rufus, you have already been so generous. I couldn't impose further..."

"You can and you shall, Magenta. I will arrange for six new ones to be delivered to your car."

"Most kind of you Rufus. Anyway I must not take up any more of your most valuable time. My thanks for teaching this most disobedient and lying girl a most thorough lesson. You may rest assured that I shall do the same as soon the state of her bottom permits."

"Very good, Magenta. A pleasure as always."

"Thank Mr Stokes for taking the trouble to teach you a lesson, Emma."

"I am very grateful, sir. I really am sorry."

With that Miss Leather and Emma left the hall, Emma moving gingerly.

Although the schools were less than half a mile apart Miss Leather had driven her Range Rover to St Mark's. As Emma and Miss Leather approached the car Emma watched in horror at the object being loaded into the back. It was a whipping horse.

"Yes, girl, it is the horse you so recently rode", said the headmistress, Mr Strokes feels it will be a great addition to the disciplinary armoury of Canewell's. You will be the first to try it out in front of the school...."

• How will Emma take her 100 stroke tawsing?
• What colour on the Dulux chart will Emma's bottom match afterwards?
• Will Emma see Dominic again?
• Will Magenta master the use of the very senior cane?
• Is Emma's sudden desire for Mr Strokes to be fulfilled?
• Will Magenta and Rufus have a tryst because two heads are better than one?

Emma Rides a Troublesome Horse

Chapter 2

Emma's heart sank as she heard the headmistress' words. "Oh no, please, not on the horse again, Miss. I know I have been unbelievably naughty and must be punished severely but please not on the horse. It's awful not being able to move your bottom at all.... please, please don't make me go on the horse again!!!".

"Silence girl!!", roared Magenta Leather in her most fearsome tones. "You will take your punishment and like it. I don't want to hear another word about it or I'll make it 200 strokes of the tawse.Now, get in the Range Rover with me and we will get back to Canewell's".

Emma didn't dare say any more. She had wanted to ask Miss Leather for permission to walk back to the school rather than have to put her tortured bottom on any surface, even one as yielding as the soft leather seats of the Range Rover. She slid with the utmost care into the back seat while Magenta gunned the vehicle into life. It was pure agony. The sudden movement of the car thrust Emma sideways and she could not avoid squealling with pain as her exquisitely wealed bottom moved. God, thought Emma, how on earth am I going to be able to sit on the hard Canewell desk seats? "Do stop whining girl", snapped Magenta. "If you think your bottom is sore now just wait till I've had my go at it!". Emma snivelled quietly to herself.

In a matter of minutes the Range Rover slid into the grounds of Canewell School. They came to a halt. Miss Leather put out a call for the school matron, a a Texan who rejoiced in the name Scarlett Flame. "Take this wretched girl to the sanitorium and keep her there for the rest of the day , Miss Flame."

"No sooner said than done, Ma'am", said Miss Flame and grabbed Emma firmly by the arm.. With a brisk "Now you jest come along with me honey, there's good gel" Emma found herself marched to the sanitorium.

"Now, let's heve a look at the damage shall we?. Let's git those panties off right now" . With that she reached over and pulled Emma knickers down to her ankles. "Pheweee....thet was some whipping gal". She gazed admiringly at Emma's bottom with its ten neat horizontal weals and the clever cross hatching of weals which ran diagonally across Emma's tormented cheeks. "I must say thet Rufus Strokes is a real artist. Thet's as pretty a set of stripes as I heve ever seen an' the colour scheme is somethin' else!"

Emma took a glance at her bare bottom in the full length mirror on the wall. It was most amazing sight being both amazingly neat in its stripes and astounding in it colour, with the tones of puce dramatically set of by the darker blue/black of the nascent bruising. Her bottom had never been like this before, not with the Lochgelly tawse, not with the senior cane, not with the wooden paddle, not even with Madame Rouge's martinet.

" My bottom's never been this sore before", sobbed Emma, "I won't ever be able to sit down again".

"Well, you certainly don't deserve to, young lady, but your bottom is no stranger to punishment, so I dare say you will be able to sit down without too much trouble in a few days."

"But I've got 100 strokes of the tawse before the school to come. I won't ever be able to sit down again...."

"Another hundred of the tawse. Well, you sure are goin' ter be a well whipped gal by the end of the week. Now let's see if I can do anything ta git your butt in a fit state fur more whipping. We'' ll start with a good massage and then some ice. Now, up on the bed and lie on you stomach...."

While Emma was resting in the sanitorium, trembling at the thought of punishments to come, Magenta Leather was in her study. She was very, very angry. What on earth had that wretched girl beeen thinking of? Didn't she realise that she had placed the reputation of Canewell's on the line? What on earth must dear Rufus Strokes think of the school? It was all too vexing.

Magenta paced her enormous study. Her eyes lit upon the six very senior canes Rufus had so kindly given her. She picked one up. It was a real monster. The junior cane she allowed the senior girls to use was only 30 inches in length and thin. The senior cane was three feet long and had a satisfying weight to it. But the very senior cane was a different beast altogether: 4 foot long with a thickness in proportion to its greater length.

Magenta swung the cane experiementally. She was the first to admit that she was no expert with the instrument, having always adhered to the instrument of her native Scotland, the tawse. But she had to admit the very senior cane had its merits. Rufus swore by the brute, saying even the most recalcitrant boy was tamed by it. If it did that to boys how much more effective it would be on girls thought Magenta. She aimed a few b blows at the arm of her soffa. The cane made a most thrilling WHOOSH and landed with a crack like gunfire.

More practice swings followed. But Magenta felt she just wasn't getting the hang of it. The technique was so different from wielding the tawse, so much more a matter of wrist . Practise makes perfect, Magenta, she muttered to herself as she placed a large loose cushion over the sofa seat to represent a girl prepared for punishment and set to work with a will.

An hour later Magenta was still far from satisfied. She just wasn't getting the hang of this. Her strokes were going everywhere. She suddenly had a brainwave: I'll ring Rufus and ask for some tips. Why on earth hadn't she thought of it before?

"Hello Rufus, it's Magenta here. I am having some trouble controlling the very senior cane. I am sure it is just inexperience. Could you give me some tips?"

"Delighted, Magenta", came the voice from the other end. "The best thing is to watch an experienced caner. Look, I tell you what, I made a DVD of Emma's caning for educational purposes. Why don't I send you a copy and you can study that. Of course, what you need is masses of practice. Well, that's easily arranged. Why not cane the whole school because of Emma's misbehaviour? That will add to her punishment by making every girl in the school resentful of her and introduce the girls to the unique educational qualities of the very senior cane."

Magenta stood holding the phone rigid with admiration. "Pure genius, Rufus, oh where would I be without you? You think of everything." Magenta positively simpered.

"Nonsense Magenta. I am only too happy to help. You will need to study your technique as well so I'll send you the equipment you'll need to record the canings. Then you can look at them afterwards".

"I feel so indebted to you Rufus, is there anything I can do in return?"

"Well, there is one thing Magenta. I also run a company making staff training films. It would be most helpful if you could let me have a copy of the recording of the canings to use on one of my films. There would of course be a fee payable to Canewell's"

"No trouble at all, Rufus. I only hope that I don't seem too inept with the very senior cane for the film to be unusable."

"Oh don't worry about that Magenta. Training films need mistakes as well as perfect execution. Ah, there's a boy come to see me with a note. Duty calls."

Magenta felt she still hadn't done enough to repay Rufus Strokes' extraordinary kindness and generosity. He had given her the whipping horse, the very senior canes and now he was taking all this trouble just to help her master the very senior cane. Yet all she was doing in return was provide him with a measly recording of the 300 girls in the school being caned and with poor technique as well. Rufus had been very kind to say that did not matter but Magenta was sure that was all it was, kindness. Surely she should show her appreciation of his help in some more concrete way? Suddenly, it came to her: she would make Rufus a present of her favourite tawse after she had used it one more time on Emma. Yes, Magenta, she said to herself, that would be a most appropriate gift. I'll invite Rufus to come over to Emma's tawsing and present the tawse to him straight afterwards, still hot from its turn of duty on Emma's bottom.

Magenta's thoughts turned to Emma. The girl's posterior was in no state to take 100 strokes of the tawse. Magenta decided to give Emma five days to recover from the tremendous swishing she had just received from Rufus Strokes. Now let me see, it is Tuesday now, so I'll carry out Emma's strapping next Monday morning. But I'll announce the school beating with the very senior cane at tomorrow's morning assembly. That will give me time to punish the entire school before Emma is beaten. And I'll have Emma stand in the Quad with her bottom bared during the morning, lunch and afternoon breaks so every girl can see what the senior cane can do.

Tuesday dawned. Emma still did not know when her tawsing in front of the school would take place. She had spent an agonising night because although she kept going to sleep on her stomach, once asleep she tossed and turned and was constantly woken by the pain of her bottom meeting something other than air.

Emma got up. She looked at her bottom in the mirror. The weals had subsided considerably and were no longer angry raised lines of pain. But her bottom was an unholy mass of bruises which were coming out in a firework display of colours: various reds mingling with blacks and blues. Despite herself Emma could not help feeling a thrill when she looked at it as she remembered Rufus Strokes' hand on her bottom at the end of the caning.

Emma wrapped a towell around her and was about to take a shower when Scarlett Flame appeared at the sanitorium door: "Okay honey, here's some breakfast then I'm taking you down to morning assembly." Emma's heart sank, surely she wasn't going to be beaten severely again this morning. "Don't worry gel, you ain't goin' ter git yur whuppin' today".

Emma relaxed. "When will it be, Miss Flame?

"You'll find thet out soon enough honey. Now, let's heve a look et thet butt. "

Emma removed the towell frrom around her. "Wowee, thet's whut I can a whupped ass!" whistled Miss Flame approvingly, and ran her hands over the kaleiderscope cheeks. "Thet's a real work of art!" she added admiringly, "As pretty as a picture. Wouldn't look out o' place in the Metropolitan. Hold on, I heve jest gut tur heve a picture of thet."

Miss Flame disappeared from a minute or two and returned clutching a camera. "Now jest you stand there honey while I snap away".

Miss Flame spent a happy quarter of an hour taking photos of Emma's bottom in various positions. Finally she was finished. "I'll let you heve copies of these honey, they'll remind you of yer time here". Emma could not help feeling that she might not want to be reminded too readily of the caning which had produced the result Miss Flame found so aesthetic.

"Time to go, hon, " said Miss Flame and took Emma by the arm. Emma walked reluctantly towards the assembly hall. When she arrived the school was already assembled. Miss Leather was just finishing her words on the mundane aspects of the day. Then she cleared her throat and began "There is one further matter girls. A student at this school has been so disobedient and selfish as to place the reputation of Canewell's in grave jeopardy. On Monday she was caught in the grounds of St Mark's trying to meet a boy. We do not know who that boy was because the wicked girl still denies she was trying to meet a boy... " Magenta paused so that the sheer enormity of Emma's naughtiness would register with 300 by now avidly listening girls, many of whom had harboured thoughts of doing the same as Emma and a few who had actually done so without being caught.

Magenta continued: "The girl in question is this wretched child" and Miss Flame brought a tearful Emma to stand by Magenta. The other girls and staff noticed Emma walked very stiffly.

"Emma has already been punished soundly by Mr Strokes of St Mark's. Yesterday she received 100 cuts of the cane in front of the boys of St Mark's . The cane used was this".

Magenta produced one of the very senior canes with a flourish and swished it satsifyingly through the air. A gasp of horror went up from the assembled girls.

"Now, Emma, up with your skirt so the girls can see your bottom." Emma felt so huliated but did as she was told. The girls closest to the front gasped at the riot of colour before them. Magenta looked on approvingly at the result of dear Rufus' stickwork.

"When her bottom is up to it, Emma will receive 100 strokes of the tawse in front of the school. They will be adminstered next Monday. Until then Emma is not to be punished, not even hand spanking. That does not mean she will escape punishments earned during the next five days. They will be recorded and administered as soon as they may be safetly given after Emma's tawsing... "

Emma looked at the girls in front of her and was dismayed to see many of them smirking at the thought of her past and present punishment. Happily, their smirks did not last long as Magenta continued: "As you girls know, I believe firmly in both personal and group responsibility. Emma has brought the school to the brink of disgrace. Canewell's cannot afford to have another such incident. Therefore, both as a collective punishment for which Emma must take responsibility and as a deterrent to any girl who is tempted to follow her path, I have decided to give every girl in the school 12 strokes of the very senior cane with which Mr Strokes has kindly provided me with. "

A low moan went around the hall, mixed with a frisson of relief from those girls who had met boys but not been caught. "I shall adminster the canings myself over the next five days. A class will report to my study at 12 o'clock, three o'clock and six o'clock for the punishment. The first class will be seeing me in approximately three hours. First year classes will start the ball rolling, followed by second and third years. There will also be a separate prefects' caning after the class canings.... the faces of the prefects' dropped to the floor as this meant they would be caned twice.

"To allow you to understand the effects of the very senior cane Emma will spend the morning, lunch and afternoon breaks until Monday standing in the Quad with her bottom bared. This will allow you to follow the course of her bottom's progress in the days after a caning. That will be all for today. Now, go to your classes".

300 girls trooped dismally out, none more dismayed than Emma. They would all hate her for getting 12 of the very senior cane. They would all blame her. Emma could see an endless series of spankings and canings coming up from the third year girls. And she had to stand like a little girl displaying her battered cheeks for all to see three times a day for nearly a week. It was really too much!

Emma made her way silently to her class which was taken by Madame Rouge the French mistress. She lowered herself gingerly towards the hard wooden seat of her desk and howled inwardly as it met her exquisitely tender cheeks. Try as she might she could not help squirming.

"Ah Emma, ze hard seats will be a trial fur yure bottem but I will nut have you distracting the other girls. Sit still or I will put twenty five lashes of the martinet in your punishment book".

Emma did her best to sit still but before the lesson was over she had reserved herself 25 lashes of the wicked whip like instrument after her tawsing."

Soon it was the moring break. Emma went into the Quad and stood for twenty minutes with her bottom bared. Girls crowded round and asked urgently how much the very senior cane hurt. Others moaned at her for getting them caned. Some of the senior girls said ominously "Just you wait until we can get t your bottom again!". Emma heart would have sunk lower if it had not already reached the nether regions of dispair.

In her study Magenta Leather stood prepared. In half an hour the first class would come through the door and she would have to wield the very senior cane. There were 15 classes of 20 girls each and Magenta had decided to punish each class together. She would have the entire class in an bending over at the same time along the wall of her gigantic study and would go along the line of bared bottoms delivering one stroke a time. Each class would require 240 strokes and Magenta estimated that with her usual rate of punishment a class could be in and out in an hour, including a short before and after lecture and the time taken for the girls to bare their bottoms. .

Rufus Strokes had brought over the equipment to record the canings and had set it up himself. Nothing seemed to be too much for the man thought Magenta. She had invited him to Emma's tawsing and he had been only too happy to accept. "Of course, Rufus, I shall understand if you can't come because of your responsibilities at St Mark's", Magenta had said, but Rufus had been absolutely insistent that it was no trouble and he would be there. As he put it, "It will be a symbolic closing of the affair, Magenta, almost Greek in its symmetry."

Mr Strokes had also brought over the DVD of Emma's caning. The two Heads had watched it together, with much admiring comment by Magenta on his technique, praise which was met with self-deprecating comments by Mr Strokes. So modest as well as his other virtues thought Magenta.

Afterward the viewing Rufus had said "Why not record Emma's tawsing as well and then play it to your girls along with my caning.. It will really impress upon them why they should never get involved with my boys."

"Or any other boy, Rufus", Magenta had replied. "Now about this idea of yours. I think it admirable. I wonder if you could set up the equipment in the hall to record Emma's tawsing? I hate to ask because you have already done so much. "

"Don't trouble yourself about that Magenta, I will be here an hour before her punishment to make sure everything is working."

"Oh that is such a relief Rufus, I'm afraid I really can't get the hang of these machines. "

"And why should you Magenta when I am around to do it? " Rufus smiled and Magenta felt her heart flutter. "Now I must be going I am afraid. Let me know if you have any trouble with the whole school caning".

The hands of the clock stood poised to show twelve noon. Magenta waited for the knock on her door. It came timidly. "Come" boomed Magenta.

Twenty beautiful young girls came into the room one by one with expressions showing that they would rather be anywhere else in the world just now. They stood in a line in front of Magenta's desk trembling. Magenta looked at them fondly. It was the Alpha form from the first year.

The girls were of course well used to being punished, both at Canewell's and elsewhere - Canewell's only took girls used to firm discipline in the home and school - but not having completed even the first year their bottoms and minds had not acquired the iron quality of girls who were completing their final year. Nor had they ever been punished with anything as fearsome looking as the very senior cane, a cane which now lay all too conspicuous on Magenta's desk.

Twenty pairs of eyes were firmly fixed on the instrument when Magenta spoke: " All right girls, you know why your are here. This punishment is to impress upon you the need to obey school rules and to never, I repeat never, even think about getting involved with th boys of St Mark's. It is also to reassure Mr Strokes of St Mark's that this matter has been taken extremely seriously.To make sure he has no doubt of this I shall be recording the canings for him to view at his leisure." The girls groaned inwardly at the thought that their yelling and crying and their bruised bare bottoms would be seen by a man.

"Now, I want you all to go over to the far wall, face it and drop your knickers to your ankles. "

Twenty girls went to the wall which had a long bar attached to it with a smaller bar above. . Twenty pairs of hands slid knickers off twenty bottoms. Each girl pinned the dress of the girl next to her above her waist. Twenty girls bent obediently over the lower bar and grasped the upper bar. Twenty eminently spankable bottoms stood lined waiting for punishment.

Magenta moved to the first girl in the row, a little blonde by the name of Susie. She swished the very senior cane three or four times. Twenty bottoms twitched in anticipation. Well, it's now or never thought Magenta and swung her first stroke in anger .SWISH, CRACK! It landed squarely across the girl's bottom and left a n immediate weal. Susie screamed for blue murder. This was worse than even the Lochgelly tawse, far worse. Her bottom exploded with pain. But scream and sob as she did she knew better than to move for that would mean the stroke was repeated or worse.

"I'm waiting girl", said Magenta. Susie managed to choke out "One! Thank you Miss."

Magenta went to the next girl, a redhead called Morag. Ah, thought Magenta, this is a girl who has shown signs of defiance when punished in the past. This will be a an interesting test. She took aim at Morag's quivering bottom and laid on a stroke as hard as she could. This time there was no defiance from Morag who squealed at least as loudly as Susie and put her hand to her bottom involuntarily.

"Take your hand away immediately girl!" roared Magenta. "The stroke will be repeated." Magenta raised the cane again and brought it down again on Morag raging bottom. A second neatly satisfying stripe appeared across her cheeks. The girl screamed even louder and sobbed and sobbed, but this time stayed in position, pinned there with the fear of extra stripes. Magenta put her hand on the girl's welts and felt the heat. Absolutely spelndid she thought to herself.

"Well girl, what do you say?" Morag had recovered enough to say in a very small voice indeed "One! Thank you Miss".

Magenta continued along the line applying the cane to a new bottom every thirty seconds or so. The results were never less than most encouraging with every girl yellling at the surprise of their first stroke. The air was full of a plainsong of girls' moaning and sobbing.

At the end of her first circuit Magenta stood back and reviewed her handiwork. 17 bare bottoms carried a single weal; three carried two weals where the girl had failed to either count or had moved from her position.

Magenta took up her position behind Susie again. "Please Miss Leather ", said Susie suddenly through a tear tinted voice, "Can I have the tawse instead of the cane. " Magenta was most amazed. A girl was asking for the tawse, the most feared instrument of punishment in Canewell's before today. Magenta's respect for Rufus' cane grew even more.

"No you most certainly may not have the tawse my girl."

"Not even if I have twice the number of strokes Miss?" asked Susie plaintively.

Magenta was if possible even more impressed by the persuasive power of the very senior cane. "Not even if you have twelve times the number. You will receive two extra strokes for being so impertinent as to ask."

"Oh no Miss", Susie sobbed, "Please don't". The other nineteen girls thanked their lucky stars that they had not asked the question.

Magenta merely said "I shall give you the next stroke of the twelve . You will count that. I shall then give you the two extra strokes. You need not count them. "

The cane descended on Susie's bottom. SWISH CRACK! Susie yelled but managed to say "Two! Thank you Miss". Magenta took fresh aim. SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! the two additional strokes followed in quick succession. Susie screamed and squirmed as her bottom went into a spasm of buttock clenching. The girl was still sobbing when Magenta stood behind her again having completed the second circuit of twenty bottoms.

The caning continued with the shrieks of the girls getting ever louder and longer and their bottoms ever sorer and redder. Most of the girls managed to stay in postion and call the strokes but some would keep attempting to hold their bottoms and some were so fluffy headed as to lose count.

After six strokes Magenta decided to take a five minute break. The line of girls stood sobbing before her. Rufus' cane had done its work admirably, quite admirably thought Magenta to herself. Even after six strokes the girls' bottoms were if not formed in a single weal, moving in that direction. Magenta was particularly pleased that her control of the cane had been much beetter than she had feared. The odd stroke had gone astray but that was because a girl had moved. Her caning was not anything like as expert as that of Rufus of course but she had not disgraced herself.

Magenta looked at her watch., Five minutes was up. She picked up the cane and returned to her duties. The grils' bottoms flinched as they heard Magenta walking towards them. "Right girls, we are in the finishing straight. Only another six to go." She brought the cane down on Susie's bottom for the ninth time. Susie's squealed as readily as ever but kept her position. "Seven! Thank you Miss".

Magenta was beginning to warm to her task. Her initial nervousness about using the cane was gone. She was only aware of the wonderful teaching aid which was in her hands. The heretical thought came into her head that perhaps she should abandon the tawse, her old friend since childhood. No, she reprimanded herself, there is always a place for tradition and sentiment. The tawse will remain.

The second half of the punishment brought its fair share of yelling and squealing and sobbing, but Magenta was noted that as the punishment went on the girls became more disciplined in their acceptance of the novel pain in their bottoms. Girls soon learn to accept new things sighed Magenta to herself. So little regard for tradition, so ready to sweep away the past.

SWISH CRACK! The 240th stroke bounced off the last bottom in the row. The final scream of the first year Alpha form made its way out of the open window into the summer's air. Magenta looked at twenty bottoms covered closely with weals from top to bottom. The sound of sobbing emanated from twenty very sore and sorry girls. Magenta sighed with satisfaction: it was a job well done even if she did says so herself.

"Very well girls. You may stand now and pull your knickers up. "

Twenty pairs of young arms went to twenty pairs of knickers around their ankles. Twenty pairs of knickers were gingerly pulled up over throbbing cheeks. The girls faced their headmistress once more, their faces stained with tears. The cane had hurt more than anything they had been able to imagine and their bottoms were still blazing merrily.

"Now girls, you will have learnt a very good lesson today, a very good one indeed if I am any judge. You will now return to your classrooms. I would remind you that unlike Emma your bottoms are available for immediate additional punishment if you deserve it. At the next break you will all stand in the Quad in a line and display your bare bottoms for the other girls to see. Is that understood?"

Twenty very small voices said "Yes Miss" .

"Very good you may now go. "

Twenty sniffling and very sorry girls walked stiffly from the room. On reaching their class their bottoms were tormented further by having to sit on the hard wooden benches of their desks. Susie was unwise enough to squirm in her desk and immediately found herself in front of the class receiving a dozen with the ordinary senior cane cane from her form mistress, Rose Cutting.

At the afternoon break the girls were besieged with questions from those still to be punished about how much it hurt. The girls' bared bottoms spoke more eloquently than words ever could. The rest of the school apart from the second class to be caned stood appalled. Their fears were watered by the sound of the Beta form first year's yells and sobs coming from Magenta's study.

Over the rest of that day and the next four days Magenta was to feel the same sense of satisfaction she had with the first. The classes came and went to and from her study: arriving in a state of high trepidation and leaving in a a file of penitence. Every girl promised herself that she would never be naughty again.

Magenta began to feel that the reputation of Canewell's as a strictly disciplined school would maintained. She became convinced when she held the prefects' caning last of all. The prefects had already been punished with their classes and their bottoms were a gaudy set of posteriors in various stages of repair when they presented themselves in Magenta's office for a second time.

The prefects were a hardy brave set of girls to say the least. Indeed they only became prefects through a rigorous system of selection through corporal punishment. They were the bravest of the brave, girls who could take twenty five of the Lochgelly without moving an inch from their whipping position. Yet the very senior cane had them squriming before the twelve strokes were out. Two even cried out much to their chagrin. What a cane murmoured Magenta to herself when the prefects' caning was complete.

There was one thing left to test. Magenta had been laying the strokes on one at a time with a considerable gap between strokes as she went on the circuit of twenty or so girls. What would the cane do if applied to a single girl in the normal way? There was only one thing for it, she would give the head girl another twelve quickly.

"One thing remains girls. You have all been punished more serverely than girls who are not prefects because you have privilege. With privilege comes responsibility. If a girl misbehaves as badly as Emma that reflects badly on you for not impressing upon her sufficiently the ethos of Canewell's. And just as you have to take extra punishment because you are prefects so the head girl has to take extra punishment still because she represents the school. I shall now give the head girl twelve further strokes. Come forward Sophie. "

Sophie Birch 's was the toughest girl of her year and had become Head Girl by outlasting every other girl in her year in the annual caning contest to select prefects. She had taken both her caning with her form and the prefects' caning without making a sound. In normal circumstances she would have taken the twelve strokes stoically. But her bottom was still on fire from the prefects' caning just ended, which had also been more painful than her first caning with the very senior cane because it was over her unhealed weals. But Sophie being Sophie she dropped her knickers to her ankles and bent over gamely without a murmour of protest.

"Good brave girl," Magenta whispered to her as she prepared to give her the further twelve strokes. The cane whistled down SWISH CRACK!. Sophie held firm. SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! Six gone an still not a sound from Sophie. Her bottom was twitching and her face was red and there was a hint of a tear in her glistening eye. SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! SWISH CRACK! On the ninth stroke Sophie moaned. SWISH CRACK! Sophie's bottom moved more than a little. SWISH CRACK! Sophie moaned again. Last one thought Magenta, let's give it all I have. SWISH CRACK! Sophie yelled.

The other prefects looked startled. Sophie had never been known to cry out for less than fifty strokes of the tawse. Sophie recovered herself. "I am so sorry Miss Leather. I have disgraced myself and the position of trust you have given me. with that scream., Please repeat the stroke."

What a girl thought Magenta. The cane came dowm one last time and bounced wickedly off Sophie's bottom. This time no cry came from the girl.

Sophie pulled her knickers up and stood with the rest of the prefects as Magenta addressed a few parting words. to them. " Far from disgracing herself Sophie Birch has shown herself to be made of the rights stuff, the rights stuff for a Canewell's head girl. She departed from her supremely high standrds for a second then instinctively knew what to do to rectify matters. Canewell's is proud to have her as Head Girl and you should all be proud to be led by her. Take that thought with you through life. Now you may go."

The prefects gave three cheers for Sophie and sang for She's a jolly good fellow as they limped out of the head's study.

Magenta fell into reflective mood: if the very senior cane could make a girl like Sophie Birch yell it was an instructional tool to be reckoned with, indeed it was.

As for herself, Magenta was pleased with her progress with the cane and had positively swelled with pride when Rufus had complimented her on her technique. "For a beginner, Magenta, you show most remarkable promise, most remarkable indeed!"

Rufus had also been most pleased with the recordings of the canings Magenta had made. "Quite excellent, Magenta, every stroke recorded perfectly and the second camera has caught the expressions on their faces marvellously. Absolutely what is needed for the training film".

And what of Emma? During the days which followed her return to Canewell's her bottom became if not comfortable at least bearable for most purposes. By Sunday it was still a paintbox of colours but she could sit down without squirming. . I won't be able to do that for much longer she thought ruefully.

During her five days without punishment Emma had built up a healthy "forward order" book of deferred punishments. She had her twenty five strokes with the martinet from Miss Rouge, a prefects' caning, two class canings and a dorm beating from Scarlett Flame. Not only that but her fag mistress, a tall athletic girl by the name of Heather Sting. Heather rarely let a day go by without giving Emma a good spanking and more often than not a caning. " Don't think I'm going to let you off just because old Leather has said I can't punish you at the moment. As soon as your bottom is on limits again you're going to spend a day bending over for me".

But worried as Emma was by the punishment to come, she fretted more about her repuation with the other girls. As the classes passed through Magenta's study one by one, the muttering against Emma increased. "It's your fault our bottoms are in such a state" was heard on all sides. Junior girls pressed the prefects to exact revenge. Prefects needed little pressing and awarded a prefects' caning with twelve strokes from each caning.

Emma wasn't exactly ostracised but she felt very alone. Even her closest friends seemed distant for a day or so after they were caned. She couldn't blame them because it was a fearsome cane. She felt guilty that all school was being punished because of her.

Emma tried to take comfort in the hope that the girls might feel sorry for her after she had had her 100 of the best with the tawse. She almost came to the point where she hoped Miss Leather would really lay it on so the girls would know she had been punished very severely and whatever they had suffered had been nothing as compared to the thrashings Emma had received. She even tried saying to girls "Look, I had 100 of that cane delivered by a man. Imagine how my bottom feels." But girls being girls, alll they were concerned with was the state of their own striped bottoms.

Emma awoke. The early morning sun blasted through the window. God, it's my tawsing in three hours she thought. The other girls in her dorm were all asleep. Emma felt her bottom. Not too bad she concluded. She looked at her bottom in the mirror. It was still a mass of stripes and developed bruises. She sighed and lay back in her bed.

The six o'clock bell rang. All the girls sprang from their beds, eager to not be late for breakfast, a lateness which would earn them a dozen strokes of the senior cane. Emma had bathed and dressed when Scarlett Flame appeared. "No breakfast for you, honey. I'm to git yah ready fur strappin'".

Miss Flame sat Emma down on the bed beside her. "Now, sweetheart whut we're goin' ter do is this, Ahm goin' ter git your butt warmed up nicely with a hand spanking a quarter of an hour or so 'for you git ter ride that whippin' horse agin. The Ahm tur strap yer to the horse to wait fer Miss Leather. You can heve somethin' tur eat if you wants it after your butt has takin its beltin' "

Emma knew only to well how hard the Texan Amazon could spank. "You won't spank too hard, will you Miss Flame. My bottom is still very sore and I am to have a hundred of the tawse."

"'Fraid I must Honey. Health and safety. Let a girl have a hundred of the tawse with Miss Leather layin' it on without a warm up an' it could be dangerous."

Emma went silent. "Don't worry yurself overmuch sweetheart. half an hour or so an its over." Emma sobbed silently inside. Half an hour. She knew Miss Leather normally left ten seconds or so between strokes. Emma tried to do the mental arithmetic. That was six strokes a minute which meant nearly 18 minutes from start to finish. But would Miss Leather vbeat at her normal rate when she was giving as many as a hundred? Emma had never had more than fifty strokes of the tawse before.

Eight oclock came. MIss Flame took Emma downstairs . Emma noticed that they were not heading for the assembly room. "Aren't we going the wrong way, Miss Flame?"

"Nope, Miss Leather has decided to punish you in the Quad."

"But why the Quad Miss Flame?"

"You'll find out soon enough sweetiepie."

Miss Flame and Emma reached the ground floor and Emma stood looking out of the window into the Quad. Sure enough the whipping horse Mr Strokes had given Miss Leather was there. So, Emma noticed, was Mr Strokes who was busying himself setting up a number of cameras at strategic points.

Emma felt a thrill of excitement as she saw Mr Strokes. Since her return from her abortive visit to Dominic she had not been able to send word to the boy of what had happoened. To tell the truth Emma thoughts hadn't really been of Dominic since the morning Mr Strokes had flooged her bare bottom so thoroughly. She still remembered the electric charge of his hand on her cruelly suffering bottom. Emma could not help wishing he was to give her the strapping she was due even though she was sure it would be even more painful than that which even Miss Leather could administer.

Scarlett Flame pulled the girl away from the window and laid her across her knee. "Time to get you warmed up hon. " Emma felt her skirt being and her knickers being lowered. "Right, here we go, hold real tight!" The first smack landed. It hurt just as much as Emma feared it would. "Ow!" she yelled. "Save yah yellin' fer the real tannin' girl!" said Miss Flame with a smile.

Ten minutes later and Emma's bottom was a good deal hotter and a satisfying foreground shade of red. "Thet'll 'bout do it!" Miss Flame pulled Emma's pants up and stood her on her feet. "Now time fer you tur go ridin'" .

Confronted by the whipping horse again Emma felt suddenly afraid. It was feeling so helpless on it that was so awful, that and not being able to move. "You will be taking me off it as soon as the beating is over Miss Flame, won't you?"

"Sorry ter heve ter say no again. Miss Leather says yo are tur stay on it until after lunchtime. That ways the girls will be able tur see how well you got whupped. That way they might be a mite careful 'bout whut they do in future,"

Lunchtime. That wasn't until twelve thirty. She would be on the whipping horse from 8.30 until 1.30 when afternoon school began. All the junior girls would be making rude remarks about the state of her bottom. It didn't bear thinking about!

Miss Flame led Emma into the Quad. Rufus Strokes was no longer to be seen. Emma allowed herslf to be strapped once more onto the beastly monster. Miss Flame pulled Emma's knickers to her ankles but left her skirt down.

The clock struck 8.30 am. Suddenly Emma heard the sound of many footsteps and Miss Leather's voice saying "Settle down, settle down".

Emma looked about as best she could . The Quad was full. Every girl in the school was there as was every member of staff. So was Rufus Strokes. Emma was amazed. Surely he is not going to see me punished she mused.

Magenta Leather began speaking. "As I have already explained the wretched girl you see strapped to the whipping horse Mr Strokes has so generously donated to Canewell's... Magenta paused to look and smile at her fellow Head ... this wretched girl went as far beyond good order as it it is possible to go at Canewell's. She thought nothing of the school or her fellow students only of herself. Such behaviour can only be met with severe punishment and Emma is to receive the unusually sound punishment of 100 strokes of the Lochgelly tawse for her pains. As every girl in the school now has a very well caned bottom because of Emma's thoughtlessness I don;t doubt those girls will make sure Emma does not stray again in the remainder of her time here. "

A low growl of assent went up from the girls as three hundred pairs of arms went involuntarily to three hundred bottoms in various states of recovery from the very senior cane.

"You may wonder why Emma's punishment is being held in the Quad not the assembly hall. Well, as you all know the school was originally a convent belonging to the order of St Swishing. This quite aptly was the most sever of flagellant orders and Mr Strokes of St Mark's assures me that the Quad was where the novices of the order were beaten twice a day. Consequently, I have decided that during the summer term tgis old tradion will be celebrated by Canewell beatings in front of the school being held here.

" Why is Mr Strokes here? So that he can be assured that Canewell's has taken this most unfortunate escapade most seriously. He has also most kindly agreed to record the beating so I can use the recording for training purposes." Emma's misery increased as she learnt that her squealings, yellings, sobbings and beggings for mercy were to be kept for posterity.

"Miss Flame, I shall begin. Prepare the girl!"

Scarlett Flame stepped forward and pinned Emma's skirt above her waist. Emma felt the warm sun on her bottom still bright red from the matron's spanking.

"Nicely warmed up, Miss Flame" said Magenta approvingly.

Magenta had watched the DVD of Rufus Strokes' punishment of Emma a number of times and she was determined not to be outdone. Rufus had had Emma howling in spectatcular fashion and her bottom had been a sight the like of which even Magenta had never seen before. For the reputation of Canewell's I must make the girl at least as sorry thought Magenta.

The Headmistress took up her favourite and much loved tawse. Despite her new found love affair with the very senior cane as soon as Magenta felt the tawse in her hand the old feellings returned. It felt part of her. You're a Scotswoman Magenta, she told herself, canes are very well and good but there's nothing like the auld Lochgelly. She expertly weighed the instrument in her hands, then placed it on Emma's trembling bottom. .

"When you feel the tawse lift the beating will begin. I shall leave 15 seconds between each beat. There will be no break in the strapping. You will count each stroke. A miscount will mean the stroke is repeated. "

God, thought Emma, that's four a minute which means twentyfive minutes strapping without stopping! And how can I remember to keep count of so many strokes!

Emma looked out at the girls she could see. Their faces made a sea of eager anticipation. She noticed in the corner of her eye Rufus Strokes standing nearby with a hand held camera. Emma felt oddly comforted by his presence.

Emma felt the tawse lift from her bottom. WHOOSH CRACK! "One! Thank you Miss". It was a different pain from that of the cane, less focused, less immediate. But when it came it was fearsome. Emma wanted to be brave but she started to cry after after eleven strokes and was yelling by twenty five. Her bottom was a circle of flaming darts as the pain came and went.

The fifteen second between each stroke was filled with swelling pain andeach stroke added to the pain already felt. Emma's bottom was changing rapidly. Like an artist's canvas painted over so the tawse steadily covered the marks of Rufus Strokes' caning. The bottom took on the hue of cherry brandy.

Emma kept count pretty well until the count reached forty. Then she began to stumble and by the time she successfully shouted "Fifty! Thank you Miss" Emma has already taken an extra four strokes.

WHOOSH CRACK! Something went inside Emma. All her resolutions about being brave died and she screamed "Please Miss Leather, please no more. I'll never be naughty again. I'll be the most obedient and well behaved girl you've ever had."

"You'll be even more eager to be obedient after another fifty young lady. Now, what is the count?"

Emma suddenly realised with horror that she had lost count entirely. She said in desperation "Fifty three! Thank you Miss."

"No it is fifty one Emma. The stroke will be repeated. " WHOOSH CRACK! "Fifty One! Thank you Miss" yelled Emma through her tears.

The caning continued with Emma losing count every now and then. By the time the official count had reached 90 Emma had received 103 strokes. Her bottom resembled the filling of a blackberry and apple pie. She was sobbing continuously and yelling at every stroke.

"We're on the home stretch now Emma," Magenta encouragingly after Emma had successfully said "Ninety! Thank you Miss".

Magenta was reasonably pleased with her perfomance although Emma had taken until the fifty first stroke to beg for mercy while Rufus had managed it in less than half that. Her arm was truth to tell getting sore and heavy. One last effort old girl she said to herself and raised the Lochgelly above her head.

The final strokes Emma received were as hard as any Magenta had ever delivered. Emma forgot the count four times so it took another 14 strokes before she could say "100! Thank you Miss".

Emma lay squealing, helpless, unable to move. The pain continued as though the beating had not stopped. Suddenly she heard Rufus Strokes' voice. " A joy to watch you at work Headmistress. The tawse in the hand of an expert like you is an instrument to respect, indeed it is." He moved close to Emma and looked at her bottom closely. . "And to exquisite effect. " Suddenly Emma felt his hand slide across her bottom. The electric thrill went through her again. She heard Rufus Strokes' voice again. "Yes, that is a bottom which will carry its lesson for its owner for many a day."

Magenta melted under the praise. Then she remembered herself and addressed the girls again. Over the continued howling of Emma she said "Let Emma's punishment be a lesson not only for her but for you all. Any girl caught doing the same thing will receive the same punishment. " A collective shudder went through the crowd.

"Now there is one last thing before you go to your classes. Mr Strokes has very kindly agreed to take a group photograph to remind you all of this day. I want you all to arrange yourself around Emma and the whipping horse with your bottoms pointing this way. The girls moved into position.

"Now, I want every girl to drop her knickers to her ankles and hold her skirt above her waist. " 300 pairs of hands pulled 300 pars of knickers down. Three hundred pairs of hands pulled their skirts up to expose their bottoms. Three hundred young and beautiful bottoms revealed themselves in various states of punished disarray. "Hold the position girls" .

Rufus Strokes took a panoramic shot of all three hundred bottoms. Then he rushed to and fro taking shots from every conceivable angle. After ten minutes he was still at it. "Er... have you nearly finished Rufus?" Magenta asked mildly.

"Nearly, Magenta., but these things can't be rushed of course. "

"Of course Rufus". Magenta could have kicked herself for asking.

Rufus Strokes' "nearly" truned out to be another ten minutes. At the end of it he reluctantly signalled to Magenta that he had enough shots.

"Are you sure Rufus?"

"Yes, quite sure. Magenta. I mustn't spoil the routine of your school."

"But if you need more time..."

" I won't hear of it, Magenta. Now, I think I had better get the cameras stowed away."

"If you are sure. Now girls, Mr Strokes has finished and you may go to you classes. Go quietly. Any running will bring 12 strokes of the tawse" Three hundred girls pulled up their knickers; adjusted their skirts and went cautiously away to their lessons.

"There is something before you go Rufus. " Magenta coyly hid the tawse which had punished Emma behind her back. " I have something for you to thank you for all your help and kindness. " She produced the tawse from behind her back. "I want you to have this Rufus. It is a tawse made to the very highest standards and as you can see it has my initials embossed on it. "

Rufus Strokes took the tawse and saw the letters ML in gold on its hilt. It was still warm from its exercise on Emma's bottom. " This is most kind, Magenta. But surely this is your favourite, an old friend. "

"It is Rufus but I cannot think of a better home for it than with you. I really want you to have it?"

"Well, I will accept it as a most generous gift from a firm friend."

"Oh Rufus, I am so glad."

"I must be off now Magenta but I would be delighted if you would dine with me next week at St Mark's."

"I shall be delighted, Rufus. Shall we say Thursday?

"Thursday it is then."

Magenta watched Rufus Strokes go to his car and rive away. She felt like a schoolgirl again. Suddenly Emma's continued crying brought her back to the present. " For God sakes stop snivelling girl or I'll give you another fifty! " A newly terrified Emma controlled her sobbing as best she could although her bottom was still on fire more than half an hour after the last stroke had landed.

Magenta looked about her. Only Emma, Scarlett Flame and herself were in the Quad. " Make sure she stays here until 1.30 Miss Flame. The you can release her. Give her a ten minute spank down to make sure no lasting damage is done." Emma groaned.

"Yes ma'am. "

Magenta left. "Now Ahm goin' tur torment yah butt a little more, honey, but its gotta be done. "

Emma felt the heavy hand of Miss Flame on her bottom. It fell over and over again but every ten smacks or so Miss Flame broke off to massage and caress Emma's turbulent cheeks. " Hell, thet butt's red enough ter glow in the dark and hot enough to fry an egg girlie!" Emma continued to sob but was comforted by the no nonsense good nature of the Texan.

After ten minutes the spanking ended. "Gotta go now honey, I'll be back at mid morning break to see the girls don't batter your butt even though they shouldn't untill Miss Leather says so."

With that she was gone leaving Emma to her thoughts, thoughts which were almost exclusively about the still raging pain in her blackberry and apple coloured bottom.