Eight Hours of Agony [KathyKane]

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"Hmmm..."

On the one hand, the strict headmistress wanted to torment her student and make her use some self-control. On the other hand, asking for double was quite the offer indeed. In the end, she decided it was worth it: namely, Beckie would probably regret making that offer by the end of it.

"Very well. So, two dozen with the slipper over your knickers, and then we pull them down for another two dozen. So, let's start from the beginning."

Admittedly, she had only given one wallop so far, so it wasn't that unfair to start at the beginning. But every little bit helped, as far as Theresa was concerned. With that declaration, she gave Beckie's bottom a pat, a bit of a rub... then started again, slamming the sole of the slipper hard against her barely-covered bottom. And again. And yet again, going at a rate of one smack per second, eager to build up to bigger things.

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At the brisk, almost unbearable, pace of a strike a second, it took barely a minute for the headmistress to slipper Beckie's panty-covered backside quite thoroughly, during which Beckie gasped, squealed, and wiggled about, figuring she had earned herself that much from taking double the punishment. The strikes, were sharp, precise, and they didn't let up, often striking two completely different parts of her bottom in such rapid succession a moan or shout from the first jumped several octaves and continued into the next.

She sensed the Headmistress disapproved of her gracelessness, and in response Beckie yelled and wiggled and carried on all the louder, it helped work out a little frustration and distract from how silly she felt.

After the first twenty four, Beckie was told to pull down her panties, and she did so slowly, glancing at the clock and realizing not much time at all had passed with that last punishment, and her bottom now felt very tender. She pulled her panties down to her upper thighs, hoping she'd be able to pull them up again after the second slippering and got back in position. She now felt truly exposed, as cool air wafted over her punished buttocks.

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The underwear didn't just come down, however, but completely off. Once Beckie pulled her knickers down, Miss Birch took them down completely to her ankles, then pulled them off. After that, she laid them out flat on the table, so Beckie could see them right there in front of her.

Once the delinquent was bare-bottomed, she gave each cheek a brief rub, feeling the warmth she had already imparted upon them, then giving a little pat to each. A pinch, a squeeze, everything was designed to prolong the torment.

However, as it turned out, the torment was nowhere near as bad as the pain of the actual slippering, as she resumed on the bare bottom. She walloped Beckie hard across her pink rear, looking to make the sting particularly intense.

"And please remember that this is the first of your spankings today. You are going to end up the sorriest girl in the entire school."

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The defiant swimmer bit down on her tounge to keep from objecting as the headmistress yanked her panties off and deposited them on the desk in front of her. She then had to grit her teeth as Miss Birch took her time, patting, squeezing, and pinching Beckie's upturned and well pinked bottom. She sighed, and gasped, but refused to object verbally, but one particularly cruel pinch and twist of the flesh near the dimple of her backside caused her to squeal.

She then waited breathlessly, as Miss Birch prepared for the second half of the punishment, groaning a little as she curled her toes in anticipation, never had she felt her wide, well curved ass become so exposed, so tender and helpless.

And then came the second half of the slippering, only halfway through Beckie was twisting, and shaking her backside in vain, trying to avoid the coming slaps, each one of which were terribly direct and penetrating, as the last dozen or so fell, pain and stinging warmth spreading across her buttocks, Beckie began to break down and shout, scream, or stamp her feet at each strike, she knew objecting to a punishment she'd asked for was pointless, but the pain and torment was too much for her to bear quietly so she swung, sobbed, and carried on to no avail, Miss Birch merely slowed her pace and aimed the whacks of the slipper that much more expertly.

Beckie heard the headmistress pronounce the punishment merely the first of the day, and almost completely collapsed over the desk in despair, she realized now how much trouble she really was in.

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Naturally, Miss Birch took a special pride in her work, and aimed each wallop expertly. Although some of the smacks landed squarely across both cheeks, causing a ripple in all of the surface area, those were the least bad of the bunch. Others landed with just the last couple of inches striking, delivering a deeper impact to a smaller spot, quite often on the undercurve of one cheek or the other - in one case stinging the back of her vulva! And when she let a pair of smacks land firmly across the thighs as well... she knew how to aim for maximum effect all right.

But eventually it was complete, the whole set had been delivered and the slipper was placed back in the cupboard where it belonged. Still she didn't say anything, didn't give the instruction to stand, as she took her time putting it away and returning behind Beckie to look at her handiwork.

"Hmm, a good start I suppose. Plenty of sting there. But I think now you've had a proper warm-up, we should move on to a light caning. After all, just a few strokes can put the proper sting in your tail that future spankings can build on. We don't want you getting comfortable at any point, after all."

So saying, she gave a slap of her hand to one buttock, and a little squeeze.

"You may straighten for a moment, rub your bottom if you think it will help."

Almost straight away, she was back to the cupboard of implements. The only mercy was that she selected the thinnest of canes, a slender, flexible rod. It looked very whippy, as though it would cause an intense sting, but not the sort to bite deep and leave vicious welts - if Beckie even knew the effects of different canes.

"Right, enough rubbing. Let's go for a different position now... climb onto my desk here, on all fours. Legs apart, back arched, thrust your bottom out properly. It's the perfect position for a caning, I think, it'll do you some good to be humbled like that, everything on display. And just think about later on, when you'll be displayed like that in front of others for another caning."

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Beckie groaned and waited to be told to stand, not wanting a repeat slippering. she knew this was part of the process, by the end of the day she wouldn't be able to do anything without asking or prompting of the headmistress, but she already feared angering the older woman. The slipper was put back in its cupboard, but she still felt all its stinging marks on her backside, particularly where it had clipped her vulva, and the punishing strikes to her thighs. She moaned and wiggled her bum a bit, it felt warm and sore.

The headmistress took her time admiring her handiwork and Beckie couldn't help the pitiful moan that escape her lips when the older woman slapped her ass and squeezed. Her fingers could pinch like iron, and her hand felt so familiar and intimate it made Beckie blush anew. Thankful to be able to stretch and rub, Beckie stood stretched herself, and tenderly palmed her warmly shaded buttocks, to her concern, Miss Birch went straight back to the implement cupboard and returned carrying a thin, whippy cane. Beckie's eyes widened, naturally she had expected a caning but not in the first hour!

Upon being told to display herself on all fours on the desk. Beckie grit her teeth and bit her lip to keep from protesting. How could she be allowed to torture her like this! And then later with a public audience? Huffing, and not wanting to risk scratching the desk, Beckie removed her shoes and set them to the side of the desk before awkwardly mounting the desk. It was large polished wood, and Beckie felt silly climbing on it. Assuming what she hoped was a properly humiliating doggy-style position, she flipped her skirt back up and out of the way and spread her thighs while raising her bottom as high as she could. She imagined doing this in front of an audience of students and whimpered.

Her bottom still stung, and even though Miss Birch was wielding a lighter cane Rebecca worried exactly what she'd do with it.

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Miss Birch smiled at the sight before her - the rather pink bottom thrust out and all of Rebecca's charms on display for her. Slowly, she raised the cane - but not back and ready to strike, no, she reached forward with it to poke and prod at her "captive". After all, Rebecca was completely at her mercy, and she wanted to make it clear that she had no mercy.

"Yes, the perfect position. Absolutely everything is showing, as it should be. I want you to know that you are exposed completely, with few secrets remaining."

As she started speaking, she poked the tip of the cane up at the very top of the girl's slit, so close to her clit, but then she slid it back up along and all the way to her puckered back door. Once there, she pressed the cane firmly there, and twisted it a little - not pressing it up inside, but just hinting that she could do that if she so wished.

But then she pulled it away, drew it back, then whipped the rod firmly across Rebecca's backside.

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The tension was thick as Rebecca awaited the cane. She trembled a little, and attempted to lock herself in position. She'd been caned before, but never with the heavier canes, and she knew from experience the lighter canes could be very fearful as they could be used longer.

As Miss Birch taunted her about her exposure, Rebecca felt her cheeks go red in shame and she bit back a retort that would undoubtedly cause her more trouble. To her surprise, which let loose a unchecked squeak from her mouth, she felt the older woman, exploring, poking, and probing at her undercarriage with the cane. She felt it poke her slit, and then slide, slowly, mockingly up to her exposed asshole. The cane was cold and disconcerting on her private flesh, and as it reached her puckered hole, a increase of pressure and a twist of the headmistress's wrist made her whimper again at the invasion that felt like it was about to occur.

Miss Birch alleviated the tension somewhat by pulling the cane abruptly back, and whipping it back HARD across Beckie's upturned buttocks. The strike was painful, harsh, and so surprising, Beckie yelped in response to the strike. "FUCK!" She then gasped and slapped one hand over her mouth. She swallowed and remained in position, unsure how Miss Birch might address her vulgarity.

In an attempt to encourage the current punishment she raised her bottom up yet a little higher, the harsh dark pink stripe across those full globes making her pinkened rear appear pale by comparison.

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"Tsk tsk... not very smart of you, young lady. I'm going to have to find something extra, a way to make this day even worse for you. I can't simply add more spankings, of course, seeing as the day is already going to be full. But I seem to recall that people who swear have their mouths washed out with soap..."

Smiling like a predator, she placed the cane down and moved to her desk. Naturally, she had a number of small single-use pre-wrapped soap sticks and blocks stored in one drawer. Perhaps ominously though, she withdrew two.

"I see you lifting your bottom so invitingly. Maybe had you spread your legs further and arched your back more, it would have distracted me, but it wasn't quite enough. So, open your mouth."

Even as she spoke, the headmistress removed the plastic wrapper and lifted the square of soap up to eye level for Rebecca.

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Beckie felt her eyes widening as Miss Birch moved to her front, two soap blocks held in her hand. She blushed anew as the headmistress mentioned how making a greater effort to display herself MIGHT have worked had she tried a little harder. Even crouched on her hands and knees atop the headmistress's desk, Beckie felt a whole new level of submission appear before her as she was ordered to open her mouth.

She considered resisting...but what would the point have been? Expulsion was the only recourse for disobedience, that and whatever new torment Miss Birch could come up with. Beckie decided not to tempt her and opened her mouth wide, squeezing her eyes closed as she did so.

She was ill-prepared for what happened next, Miss Birch ran the soap cake roughly along her tongue, dampening it and causing a terrible acrid taste to make Beckie's whole form shiver. In and out at least four times the soap cake ran, each time Miss birch found a different angle or area to shove a wet corner of the cake into, and when Beckie's mouth threatened to overflow with bubble and spit, she demanded in one sharp order. "Swallow."

Beckie debated momentarily what would happen if she spat it all out on the Teacher's desk and decided to swallow. She moaned as she did so and spat her tongue out in disgust at the taste. Certain Miss Birch had a purpose for the second cake Beckie opened her mouth again, eyeing the teacher with a defiant look.