Juliette, please! Not in front of them, that’s not fair! It’s just not fair!’
She might have done it anyway, more likely not, but she couldn’t possibly back down in front of her friends. Claire looked up.
‘What are you going to do to her?’
Juliette didn’t even hesitate, replying as if what she was about to do was perfectly acceptable, even normal.
‘I’m going to cane her. Touch your toes, Lucy.’
I might have hoped they’d come to my rescue, or at least had the decency to leave the room, but they weren’t Juliette’s friends for nothing. Claire laughed for the thought of what was to be done to me, but Emily was worse.
‘Go on then, do her hard!’
Juliette pushed me into the centre of the room and closed the door behind her, not even bothering to put the latch on.
‘I said, touch your toes, Lucy. Come on, feet apart and over you go.’
I hesitated, full of misery for my own weakness but badly in need of the beating Juliette was about to give me. The window was right in front of me and I could see out across the quad, where two of my friends were talking together while the warden stalked across the grass, his black gown flapping around his ankles. The scene was so calm, so normal that it seemed insane that I was about to bend over to have my knickers pulled down and a cane used on my naked bottom. Still I went over, burning with shame as I put my fingertips to the toes of my trainers, but quite unable to stop myself. My hair had fallen down around my head, so I could hardly see at all, save for my socks and shoes where I was stood on a patch of dark-red carpet. Juliette spoke from somewhere above and behind me.
‘You see, I told you I’d find a use for this.’
She laughed, so cruel, and I found myself twisting my head around to look out from under the curtain of blonde strands that obscured my face, to find her holding a long, crook-handled school cane. I’d never seen anything so terrifying in my life, and it looked old too, making me wonder how many other unfortunate girls had been forced to adopt the same humiliating position while it was used across their bottoms. Whatever the answer, I was next, terrified of the thing but unable to move, even with the two girls watching, delighted by my fate and not even bothering to hide their reaction. When Emily spoke her voice was rich with excitement.
‘Strip her, Juliette. Make her go bare.’
Juliette was as cool as ever as she answered.
‘Naturally I’m going to make her go bare. You don’t think I’d leave her any modesty, do you? Her skirt’s coming up and her knickers are coming down, aren’t they, Lucy? If you have any on today, that is. Now open wide.’
I shook my head in a denial as pathetic as it was pointless, and I’d barely taken in her final instruction, only to have the long, hard bar of the cane pressed to my lips as she spoke again.
‘Hold it in your mouth, stupid.’
I obeyed, taking the cane between my teeth. She stood up once more, to take hold of the hem of my skirt, her voice now full of laughter as she lifted it to show off the seat of my panties.
‘Here we go, up comes the skirt. Oh, she has got knickers on, that makes a change, rather pretty ones too, don’t you think, girls? Oh, but look at this, she’s all wet! What a disgrace you are, Lucinda Salisbury!’
Claire and Emily were giggling as they moved to inspect the gusset of my knickers, which I’d known was embarrassingly moist, and why, but I couldn’t help but try and defend myself, pulling the cane from my mouth to speak.
‘I was running!’
Juliette laughed.
‘A likely story! You’re wet, aren’t you, you slut, not sweaty, wet, wet, wet with juice? You’re wet because you get off on having your bottom smacked, don’t you?’
I shook my head, and with that I’d begun to cry, overcome with emotion for what was being done to me and for my helpless reaction. Juliette gave a short, curt laugh, pure contempt.
‘What a big baby, and her knickers aren’t even down yet! Come on then, let’s have you bare … and down come the knickers!’
She’d done it as she spoke, taking hold of my knickers and peeling them down off my bottom, not just around my thighs to leave me bare for the cane, but all the way to my knees so that they remained stretched taut between my open legs. I knew my sex was visible from behind, just as the gusset of my knickers had been and, worse still, I could feel the cool air between my cheeks where the sweaty little dimple of my anus showed. Claire gave an excited giggle, Emily a low purr.
‘Go on, Juliette, beat her.’
Juliette didn’t answer, but she’d begun to touch, her hands pressing to the flesh of my bottom, then exploring my cheeks and between as the others watched. There was no restraint, her fingers digging deep to spread me open and loitering on the mouth of my anus before moving lower, to penetrate me. She’d already had my virginity and her fingers went in easily, adding to my choking shame as my secret was revealed to the two watching girls, with my soaking hole held open for their inspection. By then the tears were streaming down my face, but Juliette knew me too well to stop, continuing her exploration of my bottom and sex, then finishing by hauling my top up over my breasts to strip me of every last vestige of dignity. Only then did she bend down to take the cane from between my teeth.
I braced myself, expecting the agony of the first stroke at any instant. Just to take a spanking from her was all I could bear, and I was sure the cane would hurt a thousand times more. As she laid the awful thing across the flesh of my bottom I began to tread up and down on my feet in an agony of apprehension, and to babble.
‘Not too hard, please, Juliette. I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do anything … anything you like, but not too hard, just not too hard!’
She lifted the cane and I screamed as I heard it swish down, only for Claire and Emily to dissolve in laughter as Juliette deliberately missed her target. I tried to say something but couldn’t, my breath now ragged and my body shaking and wet with sweat as she brought the cane up a second time. Down it came with that awful swishing sound, only to miss once again and leave me stamping my feet and bawling my eyes out in fear and consternation. Again she lifted the horrible thing, and this time when it came down it hit the target, a hard stroke delivered full across the crest of my bottom to make me scream once more, then leap to my feet, clutching at my cheeks and jumping up and down like some mad kangaroo to the tune of all three girls laughing.
Finally I managed to present myself once again, my head hung low, my breath coming in gasps, my knickers now around one ankle, but my bottom pushed out for the second stroke of Juliette’s cane. I didn’t know if I could take all six, but I was going to try, and when she was done with me I was going to get down on my knees, with my bare red bottom showing behind, and lick her to ecstasy in front of both her friends. Again the cane settled across my bottom as Juliette spoke.
‘That’s one, Lucy, and now … no, on second thoughts get up and go and stand in the corner with your bum on show. I’ll give you the remaining five next week.’
Chapter One
Five years had passed since my relationship
