Bend Over Jessica

Last week, Jessica had a detention with Mr Edmunds, Head of Byron House. Now as all readers of Lowewood Academy will know, Dashwood and Byron have a little bit of a rivalry about who are the coolest kids in school.

You know the gen. Dashwood are the clever ones, who break all the school rules, run the booze racket and get away with it, or to take the unkind Byron view on it, the mad eccentrics and the school pauper. Byron has all the hotties, or to take the unkind Dashwood view on it, the school sluts.

This rivalry had boiled over into a fight and when Jessica was hauled up in front of Mr Edmunds and accused of being the instigator she felt that there was more than a little inter-house revenge going on….

So she wasn’t sorry.

Mr Edmunds asked her if she was sorry. Jessica said not and quoted Disraeli at him – “The essence of humility is the acknowledgement of wrongdoing.”

Mr Edmunds said that Jessica was a smart-arse who was shortly going to be very sorry.

Jessica thought not.

Mr Edmunds thought that was a challenge. He had a certain glint in his eye. A tiny bit of Jessica was quite scared. But she wasn’t going to show it. Wasn’t the honour of Dashwood at stake?

So the stand-off began. And Jessica, who is not a stupid person, should have known perfectly well that when there’s a man with a stick and a girl with a bare bottom, there is only going to be one winner and it wasn’t going to be her.

The cane – the senior cane – which followed on quite swiftly after the hard and painful hand spanking and a very thorough paddling – hurt. In fact it really hurt. There were only six strokes, but each one whistled through the air and bit into Jessica’s bottom with all the venom of a cobra striking.

Jessica gritted her teeth, but her eyes were wet. It really hurt. She could feel the welts rising on her skin and the burning pain in her bottom. One stroke landed quite deliberately squarely across the top of her thighs, which nearly made her levitate. She managed not to sob, but couldn’t help a few pained noises from emerging. It seemed to be enough for Mr Edmunds and he let her go with a grim little smile his face. It ached to lie on her back that night.

Next morning, Jessica inspected the damage. Six strokes. All still visible and three had already bruised into perfect cane stripe bruises.

Ouch.