‘Justice Seen to be Done’ is a fun entry to the ‘School Daze’ spanking story contest, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy reading of this poor boy’s very late comeuppance as much as I have.
– Dana
Justice seen to be done
As he stood in room 2B Simon glanced over at the 2 women standing with him. Mrs Jackson although now in her sixties was still an impressive looking woman and Ms Castle was also a strong looking woman. Looking at the canes both women were holding he began to regret the impulse that had led him to write to his ex-headmistress. However the incident in his schooldays had haunted him, confession was supposed to be good for the soul and he probably deserved whatever punishment he received. He had been a bit of a tearaway in his youth and on that fateful day he had stolen Mrs Jackson’s purse from the drawer in this very room during the morning break. She had noticed the theft almost immediately and had been checking the pupils desks. Simon had panicked and had put the purse in the desk belonging to Susie Castle before she had taken her seat. Of course it had been found and Simon could still remember the look of panic and bewilderment on her face as Mrs Jackson had hauled her out of the room. He could also vividly remember her re-entering the room later with a tear stained face and how gingerly she had sat down. It was rumoured that she had received an incredible 12 strokes of the cane and some pupils insisted that they had been given on the bare. Poor Susie had had a terrible time at the school following the incident and later that year she had transferred to another school and Simon heard nothing more about her. Last month Simon had noticed an article in the local paper about Mrs Jackson’s forthcoming retirement following 40 years at the school and some impulse had made him write to her confessing his awful deed. He had been surprised to get a letter back inviting him to attend the school in the evening and stating that with his co-operation every thing would be made right. When he had arrived he had found Mrs Jackson and another woman waiting for him. The other woman turned out to be none other than Susie Castle who had eventually got over the traumatic events of 25 years ago and had gone on to qualify as a teacher and was now about to take over as head of Mrs Jackson’s school.
Mrs Jackson began to speak “25 years ago you committed a horrible offence which led to an innocent girl being punished and suffering terribly. When it happened my first thought was to expel her, had that happened who knows how different her life would have been. In the end though I decided that corporal punishment was a more suitable answer. Susie received 12 strokes on her bare bottom from me that afternoon. She also received a further punishment from her father when she got home, he gave her another 12 strokes with his cane”. ” It therefore seems only fair that you receive 24 strokes from Susie!”. Simon gasped, 24 strokes of the cane, how would he bear it? Then to his horror Mrs Jackson spoke again. “However since it has taken you 25 years to confess I intend to give you a further stroke for each year and as 49 strokes is such an odd number I suggest that Susie give you an extra stroke to make it up to a nice round 50”. “Now I want you to drop your trousers and underpants and bend over the desk”. Slowly Simon dropped his trousers and reluctantly lowered his underpants and bent over the teachers desk.. “I suggest you grip the desk tightly because if you stand up or put your hands in the way you’ll get extras” said the headmistress.. Simon did as he had been told shivering all the while. Behind him he heard the swishing of two canes as the ladies practiced their strokes. “After you, Susie, and make them good ones” said Mrs Jackson. Immediately the first stroke zipped into his defenceless white buttocks. The pain was extraordinary, it felt as if a white hot wire had been whipped into his cheeks. Simon tried to catch his breath but had no chance before the second stroke crashed down. Simon was already gasping for air and he had only had two strokes, how on earth was he going to take another 48 like that? He had no chance to ponder on that thought though as stroke after stroke swung into his buttocks. He was moaning and wriggling even before 10 cuts and by 20 he was whining pitifully, The pain had increased stroke by stroke and he felt as though his bottom was on fire. Because Susie was left handed his left cheek was taking the brunt of the punishment. Surely he thought it must be bleeding, it felt like his cheek was being sliced in two with each stroke. Mercifully the 25th stroke bit into his buttocks and he heard Mrs Jackson say “okay you can stand up for a while but no rubbing”. Gingerly he rose to an upright position and unsuccessfully tried to assess the damage. To his horror both ladies bent down and peered at his welted cheeks. “Good job Susie ” said the head “although it does seem to have made a mess of that one cheek, I bet he’s grateful that I’m right handed so we can even things out” With that he was ordered to bend over once again. To his horror it soon became apparent that Mrs Jackson had an even stronger arm than Ms Castle. By the 10th stroke he was begging pitifully for the punishment to stop and by the 25th he was crying and sobbing like a baby. “Stand up” said Mrs Jackson ” well I can’t say that you took that very well but you did take it” Simon was still sobbing gently and his buttocks felt as if he had sat on a hotplate. ” Thank you” he said to both women “right” said Mrs Jackson “you remember where the toilets are, don’t you?” . Simon nodded, “I suggest to go there now and get yourself tidied up and go home”. ” You did the right thing contacting me and once your bottom recovers I’m sure you will feel better for having got that of your conscience”. Still sniffling Simon pulled up his underwear and trousers and made his way to the toilets. As he left he heard a stifled giggle and he realised how pathetic he must have looked and sounded.
Mrs Jackson and Susie waited until he had left the room and then collapsed in fits of laughter. “Wow that was fun” said Susie “Wasn’t it just” said Mrs Jackson “he’s going to feel that for a while”. “And to think that on that day the only punishment I was allowed to give you was 500 lines”. I don’t know how the rumour that you had been caned started, after all corporal punishment had been banned in state schools for years by then”. “Well I think he got off lightly” said Susie “we only gave him fifty lines”. And with that both women once again fell about laughing.
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Very funny and cute. No harm done. Similar to an ending to short story.