For some people it's the worst part of the whole thing, although it's all been really bad. First it was the teacher finding a packet of cigarettes in your blazer pocket. Denying that they were yours and not having actually been caught smoking made little difference - everyone knew the school rule on cigarettes and what the consequences invariably were. So then there was the long wait and being aware that word had got out about you being caught and much sniggering about they all imagined was going to happen. Finally there was the awful moment of being summoned to the headmistresses office - heart pounding. The desperate moments when you hoped you might talk your way out of this and then the realisation that you weren't going to be that lucky. The headmistress warning that if you ever got caught again you could expect to be caned gave just a brief moment of hope, and then she opened her desk drawer and took out her large slipper. You bent over the back of the chair half feeling that this was unreal and happening to someone else, and yet very aware that your short school skirt and flimsy knickers weren't going to offer much protection. And then the first stinging blow to your bottom that hurt more than anything you could ever remember - followed by five more that left your bottom throbbing and hot and your red face lined with salty tears. Not only your first ever school spanking but the first girl in your year to get it from the headmistress - the shame of it. And then being taken straight back to your class and having to walk to your desk towards the back of the room, trying not to catch anyone's eye but aware that everyone of your classmates is looking at you and knows that you've just had a good walloping and have been crying. How can you ever face talking to any of them ever again?
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