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Here's a story I wrote a long time ago and recently tidied up. If anyone
enjoyed the story, please mail me. Also, if anyone wants to swap similar
stories etc, drop me a line.


                TRUANTS                =======                           (c) April 1991 by [e-mail].
A kind of musty, wooden smell permeated the dark, dusty corridor in which
the two girls stood. To call them girls was probably not quite accurate; young women would, to them, have been a preferable phrase. They were still
at school but they were becoming increasingly aware of their sexuality.
They were both dressed identically - one blonde, the other brunette - in
the standard school uniform of a white blouse, blue and yellow striped
ties, a navy blue blazer and matching navy blue pleated skirts and long
grey socks pulled up almost to their knees. The girls were standing outside
of a large, heavy oaken door which beared the nameplate "Headmistress".
>From inside the room the girls could hear occasionally hear a shrill voice
rising in anger as a stern lecture was delivered to the younger 2nd form
girl who had entered the room ten minutes before. The voice quietened again
and for a moment there was absolute silence. The two girls glanced at each
other nervously then jumped as the explosive crack broke the stillness
followed by a high pitched shriek moments later. That crack was followed by
another then another and soon a pained sobbing accompanied the sharp
explosions. The noise ceased but the sobbing continued for a few minutes
longer then the lecturing voice began again. The door opened. The two girls
took a step back and through the door emerged a short raven haired girl.
Her face was red and tears ran from her eyes to her chin where they
gathered and dropped onto her blouse where her tiny breasts caught the
droplets. The girl held her hands behind her and as she walked along the
corridor the two waiting girls saw that she was in fact rubbing her behind
gingerly.
"Enter." called a voice from within the room.
Tina, the blonde, walked in to the room in response to the summoning. The
headmistress sat reading a register behind a tidy, highly polished desk.
The woman was silhouetted against a large arched window through which Tina
could see groups of girls playing hockey on the games fields. The
headmistress peered over the top of her tortoiseshell glasses at the
frightened girl:
"There should be TWO of you. Where's the other one."
"Sorry, Miss, I thought you'd want to see us one at a time."
"DON'T think for ME young lady. Get the other girl NOW!" replied the head,
emphasizing the final word by slamming the book down onto the desk. Tina
jumped slightly then turned and left the room, returning with Debbie; the
brunette, who closed the door behind her. Both girls approached the desk
and stood before the head side by side. The head had picked up the book and
was again studying it, apparently oblivious to the presence of the girls
who stood before her. This continued for a few minutes longer and as it did
so, the girls' faces looked progressively sorry. Debbie was almost in tears
already; a figure of remorse and regret. Tina kept her composure
considerably better; she kept reassuring herself that she'd just get off
with a stern lecture and a warning.
"What you two girls have done is INEXCUSABLE." shrieked the headmistress
suddenly as she put the book back down in front of her. "Miss Streatham
informs me that it is not the first time you two have been caught sneaking
back into the school late at night. This time, however, she felt compelled
to report you to me because she caught you not only coming in far past the
bedtime, but with two boys from St Greaves School. What do you have to say
for yourselves ?"
Neither girls could find the words to speak with at first then Tina
stammered: "I'm sorry, but it's just that there's nothing to DO at night
here.". Debbie could not help but turn to her companion in astonishment!
"And do you share your friends opinion girl ?" queried the headmistress of
Debbie.
"N..N..No Miss." murmured Debbie knowing that it would be better to go with
the flow of things than try to go against the current.
"Good. Now whether you find it boring here or not, the fact remains that
you broke the school rules not onece but many a time. Such a breach cannot
go unpunished. Do you agree ?"
Debbie nodded solemnly. Tina stared for a moment at the headmistress but
didn't reply.
"I said DO YOU AGREE!" shouted the head directly at Tina who nodded almost
imperceptibly, but it was enough.
"I shall deal with you first." she nodded at Debbie. "Lift your skirt and
bend across the desk. Grasp the far side. You shall receive twelve strokes.
If you release the far side of the desk under ANY circumstances I shall
give you three more. Understood ?"
By means of response, Debbie clenched the hem of her navy blue skirt and
lifted it to her waist. Her legs were bared and she revealed a pair of
regulation navy blue knickers. She approached the desk and bent forward
across it, feeling the cold wood against the fronts of her thighs. She then
reached forward and held on to the far end of the desk. The headmistress
stood up and walked to a cupboard across the room. Debbie heard a rattling
and knew that the head was selecting a cane. She turned her head and saw
the headmistress weighing up two yellow, ridged canes, one in each hand,
then she put one back in the cupboard, bent the other to test its
flexibility then swished it through the air a couple of times. Tears welled
up in Debbie's eyes. She turned away and looked out of the window in an
attempt to take her mind off of her punishment. She heard the woman
approach her and then felt the cold rattan pressed against the tender flesh
of her behind then, as suddenly as it came, the cane left her buttocks.
Swiiisssshhh... CRACK!
The cane descended on the thinly covered buttocks of the girl. For a
moment, she felt nothing; just a thud. Then the pain came. It flooded
across her bum like a line etched with fire. She cried out and the well of
tears that had been building up left her eyes and tumbled down her cheeks.
Swiiisssshhh... CRACK!
Again, the cane wreaked suffering on the wretched girl. Her hands almost
left the desk for a moment as she felt compulsed to reach for her scalded
buttocks then the feeling passed. The cane rose and fell again and again
until it was nearly over. The eleventh stroke fell, by which time Debbie
was crying freely.
A pause... then
Swiiisssshhh... *CRACK*!
The headmistress brought the cane down with full force. Debbie impulsively
reached for her buttocks then realised what she had done and rapidly
replaced her hands to where they should have been.
"Three more." stated the headmistress impassively. The poor girl sobbed
louder then three more hard strokes were whipped heavily across the bare
flesh beneath the knickers. Debbie screamed out as the exposed flesh was
hit then as she realised the ordeal was over, she calmed and her cries were
reduced to almost inaudible moaning.
"Get up." ordered the head. "Stand by the door."
Debbie slowly rose from the desk and wiped her face. The skirt fell
naturally back into place and covered the three red stripes that were
visible as a result of the final strokes of the cane. She walked over to
the door, still shaken, and waited. The headmistress returned to the
cupboard and replaced the cane, lifting out instead a far heavier looking,
but similarly styled implement. She swiped the new cane through the air. It
made a lower swishing sound than the instrument used to punish Debbie.
"You, girl," she motioned to Tina, who had witnessed Debbie's punishment
and by now was regretting her earlier outburst, "for your insolence you are
to receive twelve strokes in addition to the twelve that you are to receive
for your original offence.". Tina paled then nodded. "Bend over."
Tina lifted her skirt and bent across the desk in the same way as the
sobbing Debbie had done minutes earlier. The head approached her then Tina
felt the headmistresses hands on the top of her knickers which were slowly
peeled down and pulled to her knees exposing her bare, fair skinned bum to
the cool air. Tina emmited a high pitch whine and her buttocks clenched.
The headmistress laid the cane against the bare flesh, pressing it hard
against the skin then raised her arm high into the air and bought the
implement hard down again, whipping the cane at the last moment into Tina's
behind. The cracking of the cane sounded like a pistol shot as the wood
collided with the exposed bottom. Tina jerked, though made no sound. Where
the cane had hit, a couple of parallel lines changed from pink to red and
between them a white line contrasted startlingly. Again the cane rose and
fell and etched another set of tramlines just below the previous lines. The
caning continued, each stroke parallel with the last until Tina's buttocks
were covered with red horizontal weals. The girl was crying uncontrollably
by now and her shoulders quivered as she sobbed and whimpered. Eighteen
strokes had been delivered; six more to go. The headmistress paused and
took a stroll around the room. Debbie remained by the door with her hands
behind her back; she had slipped her right hand under her skirt and into
her knickers. She caressed her bottom carefully, tracing the weals that
stretched from left to right gingerly. The real pain had left her but the
lines on her behind pulsed and felt scalding hot to the touch.
The headmistress completed her tour of the room, surveyed the damage the
cane had wreaked on Tina so far and smiled to herself. She'd teach the
young girl not to answer back to her superiors. She fingered the cane from
crook to tip then raised it high above her head. With all the strength she
could muster she hammered the thin, whippy implement onto the scarlet
flesh. Tina screamed and stood up in shock. "Three more girl." spoke the
headmistress unemotionally. Another full force stroke whistled through the
air and cut into Tina's behind, this time, the stroke was laid accross the
previous parallel weals. Again, the girl leapt up with a cry and clutched
her burning bum with both hands. Tears flowed freely down her face and her
brow furrowed in agony.
"Get down girl. Six more in all."
Once more the headmistress mercilessly whipped the cane across Tina's
buttocks and again her hands left the end of the desk.
"Nine. You." she gestured to Debbie. "Hold her hands tight.".
"Yes Miss." replied Debbie dutifully. She had no intention of getting the
same treatment that poor Tina was suffering. She walked over to where
Tina's hands clenched the desk and grasped the wrists. The headmistress
continued the beating, lashing the cane down across the previously created
weals. The buttocks were now bright scarlet and where the weals crossed,
the skin took on a darker, purple hue. Finally, thirty two strokes had been
administered and the headmistress lifted the cane for the final stroke
which she place across the back of Tina's thighs then ordered Tina to
stand. The girls rose slowly, pulled up her knickers and straightened her
skirt.
"Let that be a lesson to the both of you. You may now leave."
The two girls left the office and as Tina closed the door, Debbie muttered
to Tina; "Sadistic bitch.". Tina managed to raise a smile despite her
tears.
"WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID GIRL!" thundered a voice from withing the office.
"GET BACK IN HERE AT ONCE!" Debbie's stomach somersaulted as she pushed the
door wide open again and entered.
"REPEAT WHAT YOU JUST SAID." shouted the headmistress.
"Nothing, Miss. I just said I'd never break the rules again." stammered
Debbie quietly.
"I HEARD EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID GIRL. I'D HAVE *THOUGHT* YOU'D HAVE LEARNT
YOUR LESSON." the headmistress flexed the cane eagerly. "LOWER YOUR
KNICKERS AND TOUCH YOUR TOES."
Debbie burst into tears again. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." she
apologised. Looking at the head's stern glare, she knew that her pleading
would not work. Resignedly she put her hand under her skirt and pulled her
navy blue knickers down to mid thigh, pulled her skirt up to her waist and
bent over to grasp her ankles tightly with her hands.
"I thought the other girl was the insolent one. Obviously I've misjudged
things somewhat. You shall receive a further twenty four strokes."
Debbie again felt the thin rattan carress the taut skin of her bare behind
then the first stroke hammered down burning it's trail of scarlet on
impact. The tears flowed once more.
>From outside the room, Tina heard the cane crack down repeatedly again and
again and heard Debbie shout and scream and the headmistress calmly reply
"Three more." over and over again. The caning seemed to continue forever
but finally the noise ceased and the door opened. Debbie's face was a mess
- bloated, red and soaked with tears. She continued to cry as the girls
walked out along the dusty dark corridor. They eventually got to the
toilets where both girls examined their behinds in the mirrors. Tina's bum
was bright scarlet and coloured purple in places. Debbie's, however, was
almost entirely purple and in places the skin was blistered or broken.
"Christ, you're going to be sleeping on your stomach for a *long* time!"
commented Tina ruefully.
"Don't I know it. I almost wish I'd never enrolled here in the first
place!" replied Debbie as she drew a tattered clipping from a magazine from
the inside of her blazer. Although both girls knew the wording by heart,
the read it again...
St Francis School for Mature Students.
The school strives to maintain old
fashioned values and styles of teaching.
Discipline and regulations strictly
adhered to.
Women over 18 need only apply.
Box No. 324.
The two women smiled at each other, cleaned themselved up and left for
their next class; French at two-thirty.