I am a Head Master at a mixed boarding school. Recently one of the girls from the upper sixth, Knotworth, a tall and good looking 18 year old girl, with long dark hair has been repeatedly getting into trouble, having been bent over my desk four times already this half term, for a dose of rattan correction. This was very puzzling, as up until now she had been a model pupil, hardly ever in trouble and a high academic achiever, then Matron found and read the girl’s diary. Having been caught stealing cakes from the kitchen stores, last night, she waits outside my study door right now. I open the door.
“Knotworth, inside now!” she enters.
“Sit!” I point to a chair placed in the middle of the room, she sits her hands on her knees. I begin to pace around the chair circling her as I speak.
“Last night you stole cakes from the school stores, knotworth, do you deny that?”
“You know the penalty for theft girl?”
“Yes sir. The cane sir”
“Yes girl, there will be a caning.” I continue pacing slowly around her “Knotworth, for your entire time at St Mithrin you have been an exemplary student, I have never had to chastise you once, until this term. Now in four weeks this is your fifth visit to my study. I must say that this was something of a mystery to myself, until that is Matron brought this to my attention.” I cross to my desk and pick up her diary. she recognizes it and almost stands up before checking herself and starts breathing in shallow nervous breaths. The book is opened at the marked page and I read aloud.
“Today I was caned for the first time ever. It was all that I had ever fantasized about, the pain the thrill, all my emotions burst through my body like an electric shock. I can no longer live without this, I must misbehave and feel the sweet sting of the rod as often as possible.”
She is blushing bright red now, her breathing laboured, it was obvious that she was not expecting this. I casually drop the diary in the waist paper basket and resume slowly circling her seated form. I raise my voice.
“Caning is supposed to be a punishment girl, a deterrent! You are not supposed to enjoy it! Well normally a sixth former automatically receives the maximum of twelve strokes for any offense but for you Knotworth, there will be an exception made, there will be 36 strokes of the cane, six times six. Just so that you know that it is a punishment and not a thrill.”
She is fighting not to smile, this is obviously good news to her. She would soon find out that it is not the caning that she was expecting.
“Stand up, remove your blazer, put it on the chair and stand by the desk.” She complies. I remove my suit jacket and open the study’s only closet, retrieving the long stout masters cane from it’s interior and approach the desk facing Knotworth.
” There will be 36 strokes of the cane delivered at full force, with no mercy, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” She was struggling to hold her composure and was shivering in excitement.
“If any stroke is too light it will be repeated. You will count each stroke after it is delivered and apologize for being a thief, do you understand?”
“And from this moment on all the canings that you participate in, in this study will be a minimum of 36 strokes and delivered in this manner, as a deterrent against further poor behavior on your part.”
“Yes sir.” I point towards the end of the desk with the cane.
“Stand there.” She looks puzzled but complies, I hand her the cane, her mouth drops open but she takes it. I face the desk and drop my trousers, retaining my underwear, for the sake of decency and bend over the desk.
“Proceed with the caning Knotworth and make it severe!”
The look of shock and horror on her face is worth a million pounds.
If anyone is going to ENJOY a caning in my study it is going to be me, dammit.