A CP fantasy, part 3
As each pupil was called forward for punishment, those next in line would have to shuffle up.
It didn't take too long for Paul to be finally called into the Head's office.
He had never actually been caned before.
Yes, he was genuinely nervous, but the general consensus amongst most pupils was that the cane was a far softer and gentler form of punishment than the more weightier and painful leather tawse.
A light, wispy and sometimes flighty cane could not match the awesome penetrating punch of a dense, heavy Lochgelly.
He'd find out within the next few minutes.
Mr Thompson, the Head, was sat behind his desk, reading up on Mason's disciplinary file.
"Stand over there in front of the block, Mason" he instructed with a disarming nonchalance.
Paul moved over to the punishment apparatus.
"Hands behind your head - young man" he added, almost as an afterthought.
Meanwhile he got up from behind his desk and went towards the door of his study.
Opening it, he asked Nicolette if she had witnessed a caning yet.
"No Sir" came her reply.
"Come on in and witness your first caning then young lady" he invited with just a hint of pomposity.
Nicolette literally jumped out of her seat with an overly overt enthusiasm.
'That girl was keen' he inwardly thought.
They both re-entered his office, Mason obediently stood in front of the bespoke caning block, hands behind his head.
"Did you warn him he might receive 12 strokes of the cane Miss Davies" he asked of Nicolette.
"Indeed Sir", she replied with that air of authority and conviction that the Head's study encouraged.
"Well Mason, 12 strokes was never in doubt, I trust you're prepared for it" he enquired.
"No Sir", came the surprising and honest response from Paul.
"Prepared or not, 12 strokes it will be"
"Can you secure him on the block Miss Davies"
"Certainly Sir". Nicolette tried to mask her inner enthusiasm for the whole spectacle.
Before she took up position at the block, Thompson instructed Mason to lower his trousers and underpants down to his knees.
He would be fully exposing himself to Nicolette.
Rather than being reluctant or shy to do that he found himself turned on by the whole request.
It wasn't a request of course.
Between the arousal from her wayward patting down at his uniform inspection and this sudden order to fully expose himself to young Nicolette, the poor young man sprung a full-on and very stiff erection as he dropped his pants.
Nicolette could only raise an eyebrow.
This young man was a strapping 6' 1" in height and fully mature as far as sexual organs went.
Thompson realising the impropriety of the situation unfolding, quickly interjected and told him to move forward on to the block.
The apparatus had a compartment cut out in the middle of the cushioned area where the pupil would place their hips, tummy down - so to speak.
This compartment was specially designed to prevent any squishing of the genitals.
Fortunately for young Mason it also accommodated his huge erection.
Nicolette proceeded to fasten the restraints that were attached to the frame.
Hands, midriff, knees and feet were securely fastened into place.
Fully secured and restrained, Mason was at the Head's complete mercy.
"Keep his head up and ensure he's conscious throughout the whole of the caning please - Miss Davies"
"Yes Sir"
Thompson went over to his wardrobe and extracted a new cane he'd only just recently acquired.
Light and wispy rattan canes were adequate for junior and middle school miscreants but he decided that rattan alone would not be severe enough for senior pupils who needed an implement that provided more severity.
This new cane that he had ordered was cane coloured, but with a straight handle rather than a traditional crooked handle.
Indeed, the handle was similar to what you might find on a golf umbrella albeit slightly thinner.
Indentations moulded for fingers providing a firm and secure grip.
The cane was Delrin polycarbonate along its length, solid and dense but with a surprising amount of flexibility and swish.
It's 8mm thickness was just broad enough to allow sufficient flex and swish and boy, did it swish through the air with a menacing whistle.
It was capped at the tip end with a rubber dome not so different from a snooker cue tip.
This ensured that no sharp edge would cut in and rupture the skin.
It was so well balanced and easy to wield with power and accuracy.
Traditional rattan had a tendency to skite off the surface of the target area, whereas this new style cane dug in solidly and deeply.
The stage all set, Thompson asked him if he had been caned before.
"No Sir" came the hesitant reply with a hint of desperation now.
"That is a real shame young man" he noted with an element of sympathy.
"This new cane of mine, specifically designed for senior pupils, takes caning to an altogether other level.
Unfortunately for you, this will be a baptism of fire - so to speak".
With formalities concluded, Thompson took up position to Mason's left and ranged his punishment rod, full square against Paul's right bottom cheek.
A few playful taps using flex alone preceeded stroke number one, before he lifted it back and swished it in with what seemed like an effortless stroke.
It was of course effortless as the weight and flex of this next generation cane provided all the force required.
Thompson liked to centre the first stroke right in the centre of the main bottom.
The switch between playful tap and full stroke took Paul by surprise, knocking all the wind out of him.
Before he could soak up all the pain of that first stroke Thompson blasted in number two just above the stripe generated by the first.
As the full pain from the first stroke cut in fully it was amplified by the second stroke.
Nicolette looked deep into his eyes.
There was real fear and pain and he was in agony and there were ten more strokes to come.
He wasn't sure he could take them all.
"Miss - please", came the pitiful plea to Nicolette.
"Quiet boy, take your punishment like a man" came the impassioned instruction from Thompson.
He lined up number three.
This wouid be the highest stroke before he moved down just below centre for number four.
Swoosh, in smoked number three.
Nicolette cupped his head in her hands and offered him some element of sympathy and encouragement.
She stooped to whisper something in his right ear, 'be brave young man'.
It was whispered with genuine concern.
Sadly, before young Paul could fully appreciate the comfort in her whisper number four had ripped in just below the first stroke.
Thompson had started to crank up the severity with a hint of forearm muscle.
Nowhere near anything like a full force wield but enough to extract the first yelp from the poor lad.
If Nicolette's eyes could speak she was imploring poor Paul to hang on in there.
Bottom steadied, the Head stroked in number five.
He was getting into the stride of a full twelve stroker by now and taking some pride in the neat symmetry of his handiwork.
Number six continued the orderly pattern and completed the first half of this formal caning.
Tears were now in full flow down both sides of Paul's face.
The sheer pain and agony, very real.
Unbeknown to Paul, the pain was going to get worse.
His bottom was twitching almost involuntarily with the torment.
Thompson had left just enough room between stroke six and that soft fleshy crease where bottom meets leg for strokes seven and eight, but he wasn't going to deliver those two strokes himself.
"Miss Davies can you join come round and join me here please", pointing at the spot just in front of Mason's brightly striped bottom.
Nicolette was reluctant to leave her station but the pull and fascination of seeing what Thompson had generated on this poor boy's bottom was too overpowering.
'It took skill and years of practice to create such symmetry' were her first thoughts.
Thompson pointed to the area he had left for strokes seven and eight, "I'd like you to deliver the next two strokes to this area Miss Davies, are you up for that challenge?", he invited.
"I think so Sir" she replied trying to hide her girlish enthusiasm.
Paul took some very small comfort in the resultant halt to proceedings.
'Nicolette would ease up on the next two strokes', he convinced himself.
Nicolette meanwhile was wondering whether she could match the artistry of Thompson's six strokes in symmetry or substance.
She took the cane from the Head who handed it to her - handle first.
She took a few practice swishes to get a feel for it's use.
It was delightfully balanced and as she had already noticed, very little effort was required to generate penetrating force.
"When you're ready Miss Davies".
Nicolette took up position.
She didn't want to let the Head down or herself down.
She might not be offered this opportunity again.
She knew what she needed to do, be strong, be forceful.
She took up position and copying Thompson's style, rat a tat tatted the strike area with minimal flex twitch strokes.
Thompson was watching every move and put her down as a natural.
Paul eagerly expected a couple of less severe strokes, Nicolette was concentrating hard and brought the cane back, and thrashed it down hard in the exact spot that Thompson had indicated.
Adrenaline had kicked in and her stroke was as forceful if not moreso than Thompson's.
Paul could only yelp, whimper and threaten a scream.
Mirroring the Head's tactics for one and two, she blasted number eight in before Mason had a chance to recover.
She wanted more, Thompson could sense that, but strokes 9 through 12 required a steely resolve and pinpoint accuracy.
Thompson relieved her of the instrument, nodding towards Mason who was in even more distress now.
Nicolette switched back to offering young Paul some comfort and encouragement.
He was going to need it!
Thompson never had many opportunities to administer the school maximum of twelve strokes but he knew how he wanted to administer each of the twelve strokes.
The last four were sheer hell for the recipient.
Nine and Ten were just above and below the crease and he delivered both in quick succession.
Those cruel placements ensured that underpant elastic would cut into and chaff both of those strokes for as long as the recipient wore both underpants and trousers for the rest of the day.
Eleven and Twelve were the cruelest and most painful of the compliment.
Below the crease and at the top of the back of the legs, this area was super sensitive and the resultant stripes would be the last ones to vanish over several weeks.
Just after he delivered number eleven and with Nicolette administering tender love and care up front, Paul exploded down under.
It was a combination of the extreme pain from that eleventh stroke and Nicolette's extreme beauty, when he released a load of hot salty semen out of sight from the main action.
Nicolette thought she'd heard a squirt or spluttery sound but never gave it too much thought.
That final stroke landed just to round off proceedings and Paul let rip with a throaty scream.
>>>>>> Whats going to happen as both Nicolette and Thompson discover Paul's dark secret as he is helped up from the block? Only part 4 will reveal his fate. <<<<<<
It didn't take too long for Paul to be finally called into the Head's office.
He had never actually been caned before.
Yes, he was genuinely nervous, but the general consensus amongst most pupils was that the cane was a far softer and gentler form of punishment than the more weightier and painful leather tawse.
A light, wispy and sometimes flighty cane could not match the awesome penetrating punch of a dense, heavy Lochgelly.
He'd find out within the next few minutes.
Mr Thompson, the Head, was sat behind his desk, reading up on Mason's disciplinary file.
"Stand over there in front of the block, Mason" he instructed with a disarming nonchalance.
Paul moved over to the punishment apparatus.
"Hands behind your head - young man" he added, almost as an afterthought.
Meanwhile he got up from behind his desk and went towards the door of his study.
Opening it, he asked Nicolette if she had witnessed a caning yet.
"No Sir" came her reply.
"Come on in and witness your first caning then young lady" he invited with just a hint of pomposity.
Nicolette literally jumped out of her seat with an overly overt enthusiasm.
'That girl was keen' he inwardly thought.
They both re-entered his office, Mason obediently stood in front of the bespoke caning block, hands behind his head.
"Did you warn him he might receive 12 strokes of the cane Miss Davies" he asked of Nicolette.
"Indeed Sir", she replied with that air of authority and conviction that the Head's study encouraged.
"Well Mason, 12 strokes was never in doubt, I trust you're prepared for it" he enquired.
"No Sir", came the surprising and honest response from Paul.
"Prepared or not, 12 strokes it will be"
"Can you secure him on the block Miss Davies"
"Certainly Sir". Nicolette tried to mask her inner enthusiasm for the whole spectacle.
Before she took up position at the block, Thompson instructed Mason to lower his trousers and underpants down to his knees.
He would be fully exposing himself to Nicolette.
Rather than being reluctant or shy to do that he found himself turned on by the whole request.
It wasn't a request of course.
Between the arousal from her wayward patting down at his uniform inspection and this sudden order to fully expose himself to young Nicolette, the poor young man sprung a full-on and very stiff erection as he dropped his pants.
Nicolette could only raise an eyebrow.
This young man was a strapping 6' 1" in height and fully mature as far as sexual organs went.
Thompson realising the impropriety of the situation unfolding, quickly interjected and told him to move forward on to the block.
The apparatus had a compartment cut out in the middle of the cushioned area where the pupil would place their hips, tummy down - so to speak.
This compartment was specially designed to prevent any squishing of the genitals.
Fortunately for young Mason it also accommodated his huge erection.
Nicolette proceeded to fasten the restraints that were attached to the frame.
Hands, midriff, knees and feet were securely fastened into place.
Fully secured and restrained, Mason was at the Head's complete mercy.
"Keep his head up and ensure he's conscious throughout the whole of the caning please - Miss Davies"
"Yes Sir"
Thompson went over to his wardrobe and extracted a new cane he'd only just recently acquired.
Light and wispy rattan canes were adequate for junior and middle school miscreants but he decided that rattan alone would not be severe enough for senior pupils who needed an implement that provided more severity.
This new cane that he had ordered was cane coloured, but with a straight handle rather than a traditional crooked handle.
Indeed, the handle was similar to what you might find on a golf umbrella albeit slightly thinner.
Indentations moulded for fingers providing a firm and secure grip.
The cane was Delrin polycarbonate along its length, solid and dense but with a surprising amount of flexibility and swish.
It's 8mm thickness was just broad enough to allow sufficient flex and swish and boy, did it swish through the air with a menacing whistle.
It was capped at the tip end with a rubber dome not so different from a snooker cue tip.
This ensured that no sharp edge would cut in and rupture the skin.
It was so well balanced and easy to wield with power and accuracy.
Traditional rattan had a tendency to skite off the surface of the target area, whereas this new style cane dug in solidly and deeply.
The stage all set, Thompson asked him if he had been caned before.
"No Sir" came the hesitant reply with a hint of desperation now.
"That is a real shame young man" he noted with an element of sympathy.
"This new cane of mine, specifically designed for senior pupils, takes caning to an altogether other level.
Unfortunately for you, this will be a baptism of fire - so to speak".
With formalities concluded, Thompson took up position to Mason's left and ranged his punishment rod, full square against Paul's right bottom cheek.
A few playful taps using flex alone preceeded stroke number one, before he lifted it back and swished it in with what seemed like an effortless stroke.
It was of course effortless as the weight and flex of this next generation cane provided all the force required.
Thompson liked to centre the first stroke right in the centre of the main bottom.
The switch between playful tap and full stroke took Paul by surprise, knocking all the wind out of him.
Before he could soak up all the pain of that first stroke Thompson blasted in number two just above the stripe generated by the first.
As the full pain from the first stroke cut in fully it was amplified by the second stroke.
Nicolette looked deep into his eyes.
There was real fear and pain and he was in agony and there were ten more strokes to come.
He wasn't sure he could take them all.
"Miss - please", came the pitiful plea to Nicolette.
"Quiet boy, take your punishment like a man" came the impassioned instruction from Thompson.
He lined up number three.
This wouid be the highest stroke before he moved down just below centre for number four.
Swoosh, in smoked number three.
Nicolette cupped his head in her hands and offered him some element of sympathy and encouragement.
She stooped to whisper something in his right ear, 'be brave young man'.
It was whispered with genuine concern.
Sadly, before young Paul could fully appreciate the comfort in her whisper number four had ripped in just below the first stroke.
Thompson had started to crank up the severity with a hint of forearm muscle.
Nowhere near anything like a full force wield but enough to extract the first yelp from the poor lad.
If Nicolette's eyes could speak she was imploring poor Paul to hang on in there.
Bottom steadied, the Head stroked in number five.
He was getting into the stride of a full twelve stroker by now and taking some pride in the neat symmetry of his handiwork.
Number six continued the orderly pattern and completed the first half of this formal caning.
Tears were now in full flow down both sides of Paul's face.
The sheer pain and agony, very real.
Unbeknown to Paul, the pain was going to get worse.
His bottom was twitching almost involuntarily with the torment.
Thompson had left just enough room between stroke six and that soft fleshy crease where bottom meets leg for strokes seven and eight, but he wasn't going to deliver those two strokes himself.
"Miss Davies can you join come round and join me here please", pointing at the spot just in front of Mason's brightly striped bottom.
Nicolette was reluctant to leave her station but the pull and fascination of seeing what Thompson had generated on this poor boy's bottom was too overpowering.
'It took skill and years of practice to create such symmetry' were her first thoughts.
Thompson pointed to the area he had left for strokes seven and eight, "I'd like you to deliver the next two strokes to this area Miss Davies, are you up for that challenge?", he invited.
"I think so Sir" she replied trying to hide her girlish enthusiasm.
Paul took some very small comfort in the resultant halt to proceedings.
'Nicolette would ease up on the next two strokes', he convinced himself.
Nicolette meanwhile was wondering whether she could match the artistry of Thompson's six strokes in symmetry or substance.
She took the cane from the Head who handed it to her - handle first.
She took a few practice swishes to get a feel for it's use.
It was delightfully balanced and as she had already noticed, very little effort was required to generate penetrating force.
"When you're ready Miss Davies".
Nicolette took up position.
She didn't want to let the Head down or herself down.
She might not be offered this opportunity again.
She knew what she needed to do, be strong, be forceful.
She took up position and copying Thompson's style, rat a tat tatted the strike area with minimal flex twitch strokes.
Thompson was watching every move and put her down as a natural.
Paul eagerly expected a couple of less severe strokes, Nicolette was concentrating hard and brought the cane back, and thrashed it down hard in the exact spot that Thompson had indicated.
Adrenaline had kicked in and her stroke was as forceful if not moreso than Thompson's.
Paul could only yelp, whimper and threaten a scream.
Mirroring the Head's tactics for one and two, she blasted number eight in before Mason had a chance to recover.
She wanted more, Thompson could sense that, but strokes 9 through 12 required a steely resolve and pinpoint accuracy.
Thompson relieved her of the instrument, nodding towards Mason who was in even more distress now.
Nicolette switched back to offering young Paul some comfort and encouragement.
He was going to need it!
Thompson never had many opportunities to administer the school maximum of twelve strokes but he knew how he wanted to administer each of the twelve strokes.
The last four were sheer hell for the recipient.
Nine and Ten were just above and below the crease and he delivered both in quick succession.
Those cruel placements ensured that underpant elastic would cut into and chaff both of those strokes for as long as the recipient wore both underpants and trousers for the rest of the day.
Eleven and Twelve were the cruelest and most painful of the compliment.
Below the crease and at the top of the back of the legs, this area was super sensitive and the resultant stripes would be the last ones to vanish over several weeks.
Just after he delivered number eleven and with Nicolette administering tender love and care up front, Paul exploded down under.
It was a combination of the extreme pain from that eleventh stroke and Nicolette's extreme beauty, when he released a load of hot salty semen out of sight from the main action.
Nicolette thought she'd heard a squirt or spluttery sound but never gave it too much thought.
That final stroke landed just to round off proceedings and Paul let rip with a throaty scream.
>>>>>> Whats going to happen as both Nicolette and Thompson discover Paul's dark secret as he is helped up from the block? Only part 4 will reveal his fate. <<<<<<
