An Extract From - Born To Be Punished

By

Richard Stryker

 

The Convent School of St Catherine The Brave stood in large, secluded grounds. A day school with a small boarding house attached for those pupils whose parents lived abroad, the school provided a strict, Christian education for pupils aged 13 to 18 years of age. So read the prospectus. The registration form also required parents to consent to the physical chastisement of their offspring should they be unruly or break any of the numerous school rules that could be identified with physical punishment.

Jasmine Brown, Sam Delaney and Tracy Carver had all joined St Catherine's when they were thirteen. They had sat through the start of year lecture given by the headmaster, William Brayker, and had been foolish enough to attract his immediate attention by chewing gum in the assembly.

After that assembly they had been summoned to his study and given a severe dressing down though they had not been punished on the spot. From that moment onwards, the three young girls were watched like hawks by the evil head of the school, a wily man who had long since learned the art of patience, knowing one day each of the girls would slip up and become his victim. He also knew that once he had them in his sights he could use practically any pretence once they reached the age of eighteen to punish them as adults. Oh that wonderful age of eighteen! The young, firm bodies that were available to him once they reached the sixth form, made Brayker squirm with pleasure each morning as he looked out over the assembled gathering of young ladies.

Because of her gum chewing on the first assembly, Jasmine Brown became one of the first of the young ladies Brayker was watching. She was also to be the first of the three girls to feel the full force of the school's discipline but Brayker had no cause to punish her until her second term at St Catherine's.

She broke one of the more serious rules and again found herself standing before the headmaster's desk after morning assembly.

"You are a wilful little girl," Brayker said as she quivered nervously before him. "You know you are not allowed to leave the school grounds during the day. That rule is there for your own safety. Now, I have talked to your father and made my intentions clear and he has agreed that you need to be disciplined."

"Yes, sir," Jasmine replied fearfully. At thirteen she had already received discipline from her father before.

"I am calling Matron in to assist me with your punishment." Brayker shuffled uneasily in his seat while he waited for the sour-faced Matron to arrive. When she arrived, she smiled thinly at the now-sobbing child.

"Don't worry dear. You'll be able to sit down in a day or so," she smiled again.

"Now, Miss Brown, you will receive six strokes of the cane across your backside. As you are a minor these will be delivered by Matron and you will be allowed to wear your skirt. First though, Matron will ensure you are not wearing any padding."

Padding, thought Jasmine. The idea had never occurred to her and now she knew any punishment would include a body search she decided it was one option to discard for all time.

"Right, headmaster, she is ready." Matron said.

"Good. Right Miss Brown, you will lean over my desk with your hands out in front of you. Make sure your tummy touches the desk and stand with your legs together. I will hold your hands while Matron delivers the cane."

And that was what happened. Jasmine Brown leaned over the desk and in a moment her hands were being held firmly by the headmaster. She felt the cane as it rested across her sweet, virgin, covered buttocks, a moment before the awesome sting of the thin wood flashed through her body as the first stroke bit into her tender flesh.

"Argggghhhhhh!" Jasmine cried out and struggled with her captor, but the headmaster was far too strong for her and held her in place. The cane was tapping her ass again and in a moment the swishing sound was terminated by another solid crack of wood on female miscreant's backside and an almost instantaneous howl from the recipient. Jasmine was sobbing now. She had never expected the strokes to be so severe, though there had been rumours going round the school that in past years girls had actually fainted from the pain.

Swish! The cane was descending again and Jasmine visibly flinched as the thin cane created a third stripe under her school uniform.

"Yeeeoooow!" She howled and instinctively tried to straighten up as a prelude to running away. Her bottom was on fire now beneath her knickers and skirt and Jasmine vowed then and there that she would be more mindful of the rules in future.

"Yooowwwwww!" She screamed again as the next stroke added a fourth stripe to her now burning buttocks.

She howled again each time when Matron delivered the final strokes of the cane.

"Stand up and thank Matron for chastising you," said Brayker.

"Thh...thhh...thank you Matron," sobbed the young Jasmine Brown as she reached behind her back to rub her sore ass.

"Perhaps you will learn a valuable lesson today," said Brayker. "Now, you have French so hurry along or you will be late for it."

Jasmine Brown turned and sobbed her way out of the study. She howled again when she was made to sit on the plain wooden chair in her French class. Her classmates smirked and laughed secretly throughout the lesson.

From that day, Jasmine Brown knew she was being watched closely, though she had no idea that Brayker targeted a few girls each year, targeted and watched them, waiting for the day they turned eighteen and he could punish them as adults. In that first punishment, Jasmine Brown became a target and, in the evil Brayker's mind, she would be well worth waiting five years for.

The next week, Sam Delaney was the next to be caught transgressing the rules and she was duly summoned to the headmaster's study after morning assembly. She'd been reported by no less than three teachers for continually talking to her friends during lessons.

"Good morning, Miss Delaney," said Brayker when she stood before his desk. "I have in front of me three reports of you continually talking to your friends in class. You know that such is a great distraction both to the pupils who want to learn at this school and also to the teachers. I have been asked to imprint on your mind once and for ever that it is wrong to talk in class unless you are specifically being talked to by a teacher."

"Yes sir," said Miss Delaney. She was already a pretty young girl and developing into a young woman. She too had become an instant target for Brayker following that fateful first assembly.

Brayker already had his targets in the upper years, including the three young women in the sixth form who were already experiencing his adult approach to punishment. For now though, as his cock twitched with the excitement of what was to come later that morning, he summoned the Matron to help him administer punishment to the young miscreant, Delaney.

A few minutes later, Delaney was stretched over the oak desk of the headmaster and she too felt the full force of the cane as Matron applied it to her covered buttocks. As with Miss Brown, she howled as each stroke landed and when her punishment was over, she stood up and rubbed her sore buttocks gingerly, was obligated to thank Matron for punishing her and then hobbled off to her lessons. As with Jasmine Brown she found the day a painful one and she too suffered the knowing smirks from her peer group as they thanked God quietly that they had not yet fallen foul of the headmaster and his litany of rules. All, that was, except for Jasmine Brown. In the break she sidled up to the sad-faced Sam Delaney and put an arm on her shoulder.

"Don't worry," she said, "it'll ease off in a few hours. In a day or so you'll be back to normal. I'm Jasmine, by the way, or Jas to my friends. I got caned a week ago and I'm fine now."

"Cheers," said Delaney. "I'm Sam, guess we could form some sort of club - call it The Punished or something and see who else gets to join us."

"That's not a bad idea. Here look, you need to go and wash your face, the tears have streaked your cheeks."

"Thanks. Already washed it between the lessons but I'll need to do it again. Trouble is every time I sit down I get this burning pain that makes me cry."

"Yeah, I know, but it will ease off."

"Yeah, just in time for my Dad to bring it back to full heat." Delaney looked even glummer at the thought.

"What do you mean?" Jasmine put her arm around Sam's shoulders again.

"He always promised me that whatever punishment I got at school, he'd match it when I get home."

"Man, that's not fair."

"I know, but he seems to think he has to play a part in my discipline. So I'm gonna get another belting when I get home. It won't be the first time and I doubt it will be the last. I guess I'm just born to be punished. I always seem to cop it for something or other, but this morning's caning was by far the most painful session to date." Delaney straightened up and tried to rub her buttocks with her free hand. "Ouch, God they hurt," was her immediate reaction.

"Yes, that sour-faced cow has a pretty strong arm and, what with the whip action of the cane, it really does make an impression. Say, you know, being born to be punished - I reckon you might be right on that. My Dad smacks me when I play up, nothing really hard but it brings me up short. More effective than being banished to my bedroom without any TV." Jasmine tried a watery smile but neither girl was feeling in the mood for smiling.

"Oh, I get that after the beating. I guess he'll use his belt tonight, when he knows why I got into trouble. The belt's the worst. He bends me over his knee after he's made me take my skirt off. I still wear panties so it's all very proper, but then, he slides his belt off, doubles it and holds the open ends together. Then he just rains down a load of strokes all on top of my poor bottom. When he's finished I have to go to my bedroom and write a letter of apology and then bring it back down to him. After that I get cuddled and told to go back to my room and I'm not allowed to watch TV that evening. That's okay because normally I'm in so much pain I couldn't watch it through the tears anyway."