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Sara Collins had first been caned at school when she had just turned 18. With juveniles sentenced to short sharp shock punishments in the Juvenile Punishment Rooms it wasn't long before Sara turned up at JPR-Centre 4. Her first two visits were painful experiences but her third, involving a visit to the notorious Room 5, was to change her life.

Offered a second chance thanks to a Japanese gentleman called Mr Wooshi, Sara soon finds herself caged and delivered to his mansion - Lotus House. Here she discovers just what her second chance means. When she is given a chance to escape she takes it but is she about to jump out of the frying pan and land in the fire.

A hard content story with some gentler moments, lots of spanking, caning, bondage and bdsm, as well as a host of sexual activities, coupled with a plot that twists and turns, this is possibly Hector McIntyre's best story yet.

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Sara was sure her bottom was bleeding, it had to be. The cane had bitten into her firm, young flesh a dozen or more times and each time she had cried out lustily as the instrument of pain had been brought to bear by the big black man standing behind her. Sara had lost count of the strokes but knew there were still more to come, yet through the searing heat in her backside caused by the welts from the cane’s impact, there was another sensation, one that felt like oozing blood. She had forgotten about the feelings in her pussy, the first stroke of the cane had done that. This was a sensation in her backside and the only thing it could be was blood. It was a sensation that Sara was really scared by and as she stood there, lashed to the vertical punishment rack, her body naked and her legs spread wide, her stomach flat against the rack to which she had been tied, with her hands out horizontally to her shoulders, Sara vowed this, her second sentence would be the last time she attended The Juvenile Punishment Rooms.
“Argggggghhhh!” Her muffled scream was still audible within the spartan room where she was being punished. Her cry as the cane bit into her tortured bottom was muffled by the rubber gag that had been pushed into her mouth before the torture had begun. Sara was going to cry out another half dozen times before she would be released from her position on the rack, and then she would be escorted to the post-punishment recovery room, the so-called Recovery Hut, where she would meet up once again with the other teenagers who’d been condemned to the same kind of punishment she was suffering.

***

For Sara, the problems had begun a couple of years earlier at the girl’s college she attended. She was a lazy girl who had failed her school exams a number of times. As a result she found herself in a retake situation where she was in a class below her normal year group so whereas she had then reached her eighteenth birthday, her fellow classmates were all sixteen and seventeen and because of her age and theirs, Sara was used as a warning to others of what they faced once they were adults.
Sara was an attractive young lady. A slender body and long blonde hair, accompanied by steel blue eyes and a wicked smile made her very popular with the boys. However, her laziness in class meant she was dealt with by her class teacher on a number of occasions.
The first time, Sara had been out with one of her boy friends a few nights before and failed to complete her homework. Whereas the school would have given her detention had she been sixteen or seventeen, the fact she had reached adulthood meant other forms of punishment could now be administered.
“Ladies, ladies,” said Miss Frobisher, a hard-nosed woman who often wore a grey jacket and matching skirt. “Quieten down.” The lesson in geography was about to begin. “Miss Collins, you seem to have not handed in your last homework.”
“Yes, Miss,” said Sara sweetly, letting out a yawn as she did so.
“Well, that is the third time this term, so evidently detention is not getting the message across. I see from your records that you turned eighteen last week.”
“Yes Miss,” said Sara wearily.
“Well, as you are so tired this morning, I think we will do something to wake you up a bit and something that will serve as a warning to the other young ladies in this classroom what will happen to them if they follow you into adulthood with the same attitude.”
“Meaning, Miss?” Sara was as disinterested as she could be and clearly missed the tone in Miss Frobisher’s voice.
“Come to the front of the class, young lady. We are going to wake you up with six strokes of the cane.” The voice was suddenly shrill, and forceful. It was the voice the teacher used when she demanded obedience and was exerting the full might of her authority.
“Cane me? Get real; you aren’t going to cane me!” Sara sounded a lot more confident than she actually was.
“It is within the rules, and as you have persistently refused to do your homework and have broken other rules this year, you have left me with no option.”
“Fuck off,” said Sara, sitting firm on her chair.
“I beg your pardon, young lady!” Miss Frobisher’s response to the foul-mouthed teenager was calm and measured.
“I said, fuck off, in case you are deaf, Miss. You’re not going to cane me.”
“Okay, young lady, I’ve had enough. Class, you will read Chapter 6 of ‘Antarctica In Summer’ while I take Miss Collins to see Mr Danvers.”
Danvers was a small, ruddy-faced man, who happened to be the head of the college. To be sent to see him was one thing, but to be escorted there by a teacher was possibly one of the most humiliating experiences for a pupil. Five minutes later, Sara Collins stood nervously before his great oak desk as he listened to Miss Frobisher’s side of events.
“Well, young lady?” His voice was loud and his face had gone even redder. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Nothing, sir.”
“Nothing?” His voice raised another few decibels.
“No sir, but that bitch isn’t going to cane me.”
“By God, young lady, you will be caned and you will apologise to Miss Frobisher, or you will be expelled from this college today.”
“You can’t do that for a bit of late homework!” Sara protested lamely, realising she was in a lot of trouble. Expulsion from the college would mean serious trouble with her father who was a strict disciplinarian. She would doubtless be unable to sit for a week if her father punished her and, if she had no college to laze around in, she might find things got even worse.
“I can do that. The choice is yours.”
“Then I apologise to Miss Frobisher and will take my punishment.” Sara knew she had no choice and that things were about to get painful but she figured that Miss Frobisher would be a lot less painful than her own father.
“Go back to class and apologise to the class for your outburst and then Miss Frobisher will deal with you.”
Five minutes later, Sara was standing in class, her face red with embarrassment as she was forced to apologise to the girls for her outburst. Her heart sank when Miss Frobisher explained that Sara would now be given ten strokes of the cane in front of them, and that this should act as a warning to them all to work hard and to obey the college rules.
“Okay, Miss Collins, turn round and place your hands on my desk, then part your legs wide open.”
Sara did as she was told.
“What are you doing?” She asked a moment later as she felt her skirt being lifted up above her waist.
“Girls, the cane is always delivered to bare flesh. It wouldn’t have the necessary impact if it was delivered over clothing.”
Sara felt the two clothes pins as they were applied, holding the skirt above her waistline, exposing her young, pert buttock cheeks to the class.
“Now, Miss Collins, your panties will be lowered to above the knees. You will keep them there by keeping your legs wide open throughout the punishment. If your panties touch the floor then you will be given four more strokes of the cane. During punishment you may cry, but if you swear, or try to cover your backside in any way, you will receive two more strokes for each incident. Do I make myself clear?”
Sara suddenly realised that Miss Frobisher was not going to let her off lightly, but it was too late. Sara already had tears in her eyes as she signalled she understood the rules.
Then she felt her panties being lowered to just above her knees and in an instant of pure humiliation, Sara realised her youthful pussy lips were pouting between her legs, fully visible to the girls sitting behind her.
She didn’t have long to dwell on that humiliation. The cane was thin and a little over two feet long and in a moment Sarah felt the rod as it was lined up on her backside. With a brief swishing sound, the cane cracked into her tiny backside, making Sara cry out as much from shock as the sudden, intense, burning feeling it left in her behind.
“Stay still, girl,” Miss Frobisher said, a little breathlessly, as she placed her left hand on Sara’s shoulder, steadying her position against the desk.
Six strokes of the cane quickly followed, the rod leaving red welt marks across Sara’s bottom and the tops of her legs where it crashed with venom into her young flesh.
Sara cried out with each stroke, attempting to muffle her sounds as they embarrassed her in front of her classmates, but the pain was so intense from the force of each stroke as it was administered by Miss Frobisher, that Sara quickly lost the ability to gasp quietly and her loud cries and sobs could be clearly heard two classrooms away.
“Four to go, Miss Collins. I trust you are learning your lesson?”
“Y…y…yes, M…m…miss,” Sara managed to sob back in reply.
Swish! Crack!
“Yeeeaaaaarrggghhh!” Sara cried, the teacher’s hand now pushing quite heavily on her shoulder, preventing her from standing up.
Swish! Crack! This stroke landed below her bottom, cutting into the tops of both her legs again. The pain was indescribable and Sara launched forward into the desk, the strength in her legs momentarily gone from her.
“Shheeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooowwwwww!” She hissed through her teeth as the burning and stinging sensation in her behind increased to a new level.
Swish! Crack!
“Arrrggghhhhhh!”
“One more stroke, Miss Collins, and you know what that means.”
“N...n...n…no M…miss,” stuttered to sobbing teenager.
“We save the best for last Miss Collins. After it has been delivered, you will remain in position until I give you permission to stand up. You will also not attempt to rub or massage your backside in any way.”
Swish! CRACK!
Sara howled again, glad the punishment was at its end, the final stroke landing mid buttock had been delivered with more force than her father had ever used when caning her. It burned, it stung and it left Sara’s senses reeling with the fiery pain that throbbed through her backside.
“Now girls, while Miss Collins remains where she is, we will continue with the lesson.”
‘The cold bitch,’ thought Sara as she continued to cry softly, ‘she’s carrying on as if nothing ahs happened.’
In her mind, that was raging from the pain in her backside, Sara vowed then she would one day get even with Miss Frobisher. For twenty minutes the teacher continued the lesson until the bell rang.
“You may stand up now, Miss Frobisher, and pull up your panties.”
Sara did so, wishing she could kill the evil teacher, and then she hobbled painfully from the classroom to not a few muffled giggles from her younger classmates.


SECOND EXTRACT:

“Okay, now we will administer the proper punishment – twenty strokes of the paddle.”
“No, please no, my bottom is hurting so much already,” Sara blurted out.
“Your form says you are nineteen,” said the guard softly as his hand rested lightly on her upturned, bright pink bottom.
“Yes, why?”
“As this is your first offence, I have some discretion in how you are punished. I can offer you a favour for a favour, if you understand what I am saying.”
“I’m not sure I do?” Said Sara honestly.
“I can offer you up to a 50% remission of your punishment, but in return you have to offer me something that is acceptable. If you do so, then there will be no record of what takes place and you must sign a form to declare you will never, ever reveal what happens. Only some people get this kind of offer and I happen to be in a good mood today,” said the guard. Sara could feel the lump in his pants growing and suddenly realised what he was asking.
“You want to offer me a reduction in the paddling for some kind of sexual favour, don’t you?”
“If you want to offer it, but you have to make a specific offer, I am not allowed to make suggestions.”
“Okay, I’ll do what you want, if you only paddle me gently,” said Sara, her mind a whirl of activity. She had never contemplated having to have sex to save her skin, but if the stinging pain in her bright red bottom was only a warm up, she knew she had to do whatever she had to do to make things bearable when he paddled her.”
“Fair enough, part your legs a little, I have to see if you mean it,” said the guard, smiling to himself and feeling his rapidly stiffening cock push harder into the young woman’s stomach. His hand glided up between her legs, gently stroking an inner thigh, until his hand found her pouting labia, the lips already slightly parted with Sara’s arousal.
Two fingers slid easily in between the moist lips and soon he was firmly stroking her vulva. Sara was soon gasping, the pleasures of the stroking fingers mixing with the pain in her throbbing bottom heightened her senses and she headed quickly for an orgasm. The fingers continued even as she softly moaned her way to a second climax a minute or so later, this one more intense than the first, leaving her groaning as she climaxed, her juices dribbling out around the guard’s hand.
As Sara came down off her climax, the fingers were removed.
“Now see, you’ve got me all aroused. What are you going to do about that?” The guard asked her softly.


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Sara was sure her bottom was bleeding, it had to be. The cane had bitten into her firm, young flesh a dozen or more times and each time
she had cried out lustily as the instrument of pain had been brought to bear by the big black man standing behind her. Sara had lost count
of the strokes but knew there were still more to come, yet through the searing heat in her backside caused by the welts from the cane’s
impact, there was another sensation, one that felt like oozing blood. She had forgotten about the feelings in her pussy, the first stroke of
the cane had done that. This was a sensation in her backside and the only thing it could be was blood. It was a sensation that Sara was
really scared by and as she stood there, lashed to the vertical punishment rack, her body naked and her legs spread wide, her stomach flat
against the rack to which she had been tied, with her hands out horizontally to her shoulders, Sara vowed this, her second sentence would be
the last time she attended The Juvenile Punishment Rooms.

“Argggggghhhh!” Her muffled scream was still audible within the spartan room where she was being punished. Her cry as the cane bit
into her tortured bottom was muffled by the rubber gag that had been pushed into her mouth before the torture had begun. Sara was going to
cry out another half dozen times before she would be released from her position on the rack, and then she would be escorted to the
post-punishment recovery room, the so-called Recovery Hut, where she would meet up once again with the other teenagers who’d been condemned
to the same kind of punishment she was suffering.



***



For Sara, the problems had begun a couple of years earlier at the girl’s college she attended. She was a lazy girl who had failed her
school exams a number of times. As a result she found herself in a retake situation where she was in a class below her normal year group so
whereas she had then reached her eighteenth birthday, her fellow classmates were all sixteen and seventeen and because of her age and
theirs, Sara was used as a warning to others of what they faced once they were adults.

Sara was an attractive young lady. A slender body and long blonde hair, accompanied by steel blue eyes and a wicked smile made her
very popular with the boys. However, her laziness in class meant she was dealt with by her class teacher on a number of occasions.

The first time, Sara had been out with one of her boy friends a few nights before and failed to complete her homework. Whereas the
school would have given her detention had she been sixteen or seventeen, the fact she had reached adulthood meant other forms of punishment
could now be administered.

“Ladies, ladies,” said Miss Frobisher, a hard-nosed woman who often wore a grey jacket and matching skirt. “Quieten down.” The lesson
in geography was about to begin. “Miss Collins, you seem to have not handed in your last homework.”

“Yes, Miss,” said Sara sweetly, letting out a yawn as she did so.

“Well, that is the third time this term, so evidently detention is not getting the message across. I see from your records that you
turned eighteen last week.”

“Yes Miss,” said Sara wearily.

“Well, as you are so tired this morning, I think we will do something to wake you up a bit and something that will serve as a warning
to the other young ladies in this classroom what will happen to them if they follow you into adulthood with the same attitude.”

“Meaning, Miss?” Sara was as disinterested as she could be and clearly missed the tone in Miss Frobisher’s voice.

“Come to the front of the class, young lady. We are going to wake you up with six strokes of the cane.” The voice was suddenly shrill,
and forceful. It was the voice the teacher used when she demanded obedience and was exerting the full might of her authority.

“Cane me? Get real; you aren’t going to cane me!” Sara sounded a lot more confident than she actually was.

“It is within the rules, and as you have persistently refused to do your homework and have broken other rules this year, you have left
me with no option.”

“Fuck off,” said Sara, sitting firm on her chair.

“I beg your pardon, young lady!” Miss Frobisher’s response to the foul-mouthed teenager was calm and measured.

“I said, fuck off, in case you are deaf, Miss. You’re not going to cane me.”

“Okay, young lady, I’ve had enough. Class, you will read Chapter 6 of ‘Antarctica In Summer’ while I take Miss Collins to see Mr
Danvers.”

Danvers was a small, ruddy-faced man, who happened to be the head of the college. To be sent to see him was one thing, but to be
escorted there by a teacher was possibly one of the most humiliating experiences for a pupil. Five minutes later, Sara Collins stood
nervously before his great oak desk as he listened to Miss Frobisher’s side of events.

“Well, young lady?” His voice was loud and his face had gone even redder. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“Nothing?” His voice raised another few decibels.

“No sir, but that bitch isn’t going to cane me.”

“By God, young lady, you will be caned and you will apologise to Miss Frobisher, or you will be expelled from this college today.” />
“You can’t do that for a bit of late homework!” Sara protested lamely, realising she was in a lot of trouble. Expulsion from the
college would mean serious trouble with her father who was a strict disciplinarian. She would doubtless be unable to sit for a week if her
father punished her and, if she had no college to laze around in, she might find things got even worse.

“I can do that. The choice is yours.”

“Then I apologise to Miss Frobisher and will take my punishment.” Sara knew she had no choice and that things were about to get
painful but she figured that Miss Frobisher would be a lot less painful than her own father.

“Go back to class and apologise to the class for your outburst and then Miss Frobisher will deal with you.”

Five minutes later, Sara was standing in class, her face red with embarrassment as she was forced to apologise to the girls for her
outburst. Her heart sank when Miss Frobisher explained that Sara would now be given ten strokes of the cane in front of them, and that this
should act as a warning to them all to work hard and to obey the college rules.

“Okay, Miss Collins, turn round and place your hands on my desk, then part your legs wide open.”

Sara did as she was told.

“What are you doing?” She asked a moment later as she felt her skirt being lifted up above her waist.

“Girls, the cane is always delivered to bare flesh. It wouldn’t have the necessary impact if it was delivered over clothing.”

Sara felt the two clothes pins as they were applied, holding the skirt above her waistline, exposing her young, pert buttock cheeks to
the class.

“Now, Miss Collins, your panties will be lowered to above the knees. You will keep them there by keeping your legs wide open
throughout the punishment. If your panties touch the floor then you will be given four more strokes of the cane. During punishment you may
cry, but if you swear, or try to cover your backside in any way, you will receive two more strokes for each incident. Do I make myself
clear?”

Sara suddenly realised that Miss Frobisher was not going to let her off lightly, but it was too late. Sara already had tears in her
eyes as she signalled she understood the rules.

Then she felt her panties being lowered to just above her knees and in an instant of pure humiliation, Sara realised her youthful
pussy lips were pouting between her legs, fully visible to the girls sitting behind her.

She didn’t have long to dwell on that humiliation. The cane was thin and a little over two feet long and in a moment Sarah felt the
rod as it was lined up on her backside. With a brief swishing sound, the cane cracked into her tiny backside, making Sara cry out as much
from shock as the sudden, intense, burning feeling it left in her behind.

“Stay still, girl,” Miss Frobisher said, a little breathlessly, as she placed her left hand on Sara’s shoulder, steadying her position
against the desk.

Six strokes of the cane quickly followed, the rod leaving red welt marks across Sara’s bottom and the tops of her legs where it
crashed with venom into her young flesh.

Sara cried out with each stroke, attempting to muffle her sounds as they embarrassed her in front of her classmates, but the pain was
so intense from the force of each stroke as it was administered by Miss Frobisher, that Sara quickly lost the ability to gasp quietly and
her loud cries and sobs could be clearly heard two classrooms away.

“Four to go, Miss Collins. I trust you are learning your lesson?”

“Y…y…yes, M…m…miss,” Sara managed to sob back in reply.

Swish! Crack!

“Yeeeaaaaarrggghhh!” Sara cried, the teacher’s hand now pushing quite heavily on her shoulder, preventing her from standing up.

Swish! Crack! This stroke landed below her bottom, cutting into the tops of both her legs again. The pain was indescribable and Sara
launched forward into the desk, the strength in her legs momentarily gone from her.

“Shheeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooowwwwww!” She hissed through her teeth as the burning and stinging sensation in her behind increased to a new
level.

Swish! Crack!

“Arrrggghhhhhh!”

“One more stroke, Miss Collins, and you know what that means.”

“N...n...n…no M…miss,” stuttered to sobbing teenager.

“We save the best for last Miss Collins. After it has been delivered, you will remain in position until I give you permission to stand
up. You will also not attempt to rub or massage your backside in any way.”

Swish! CRACK!

Sara howled again, glad the punishment was at its end, the final stroke landing mid buttock had been delivered with more force than
her father had ever used when caning her. It burned, it stung and it left Sara’s senses reeling with the fiery pain that throbbed through
her backside.

“Now girls, while Miss Collins remains where she is, we will continue with the lesson.”

‘The cold bitch,’ thought Sara as she continued to cry softly, ‘she’s carrying on as if nothing ahs happened.’

In her mind, that was raging from the pain in her backside, Sara vowed then she would one day get even with Miss Frobisher. For twenty
minutes the teacher continued the lesson until the bell rang.

“You may stand up now, Miss Frobisher, and pull up your panties.”

Sara did so, wishing she could kill the evil teacher, and then she hobbled painfully from the classroom to not a few muffled giggles
from her younger classmates.





SECOND EXTRACT:



“Okay, now we will administer the proper punishment – twenty strokes of the paddle.”

“No, please no, my bottom is hurting so much already,” Sara blurted out.

“Your form says you are nineteen,” said the guard softly as his hand rested lightly on her upturned, bright pink bottom.

“Yes, why?”

“As this is your first offence, I have some discretion in how you are punished. I can offer you a favour for a favour, if you
understand what I am saying.”

“I’m not sure I do?” Said Sara honestly.

“I can offer you up to a 50% remission of your punishment, but in return you have to offer me something that is acceptable. If you do
so, then there will be no record of what takes place and you must sign a form to declare you will never, ever reveal what happens. Only some
people get this kind of offer and I happen to be in a good mood today,” said the guard. Sara could feel the lump in his pants growing and
suddenly realised what he was asking.

“You want to offer me a reduction in the paddling for some kind of sexual favour, don’t you?”

“If you want to offer it, but you have to make a specific offer, I am not allowed to make suggestions.”

“Okay, I’ll do what you want, if you only paddle me gently,” said Sara, her mind a whirl of activity. She had never contemplated
having to have sex to save her skin, but if the stinging pain in her bright red bottom was only a warm up, she knew she had to do whatever
she had to do to make things bearable when he paddled her.”

“Fair enough, part your legs a little, I have to see if you mean it,” said the guard, smiling to himself and feeling his rapidly
stiffening cock push harder into the young woman’s stomach. His hand glided up between her legs, gently stroking an inner thigh, until his
hand found her pouting labia, the lips already slightly parted with Sara’s arousal.

Two fingers slid easily in between the moist lips and soon he was firmly stroking her vulva. Sara was soon gasping, the pleasures of
the stroking fingers mixing with the pain in her throbbing bottom heightened her senses and she headed quickly for an orgasm. The fingers
continued even as she softly moaned her way to a second climax a minute or so later, this one more intense than the first, leaving her
groaning as she climaxed, her juices dribbling out around the guard’s hand.

As Sara came down off her climax, the fingers were removed.

“Now see, you’ve got me all aroused. What are you going to do about that?” The guard asked her softly.


Excerpt..

Sara was sure her bottom was bleeding, it had to be. The cane had bitten into her firm, young flesh a dozen or more times and each time

she had cried out lustily as the instrument of pain had been brought to bear by the big black man standing behind her. Sara had lost count

of the strokes but knew there were still more to come, yet through the searing heat in her backside caused by the welts from the cane’s

impact, there was another sensation, one that felt like oozing blood. She had forgotten about the feelings in her pussy, the first stroke of

the cane had done that. This was a sensation in her backside and the only thing it could be was blood. It was a sensation that Sara was

really scared by and as she stood there, lashed to the vertical punishment rack, her body naked and her legs spread wide, her stomach flat

against the rack to which she had been tied, with her hands out horizontally to her shoulders, Sara vowed this, her second sentence would be

the last time she attended The Juvenile Punishment Rooms.


“Argggggghhhh!” Her muffled scream was still audible within the spartan room where she was being punished. Her cry as the cane bit

into her tortured bottom was muffled by the rubber gag that had been pushed into her mouth before the torture had begun. Sara was going to

cry out another half dozen times before she would be released from her position on the rack, and then she would be escorted to the

post-punishment recovery room, the so-called Recovery Hut, where she would meet up once again with the other teenagers who’d been condemned

to the same kind of punishment she was suffering.





***





For Sara, the problems had begun a couple of years earlier at the girl’s college she attended. She was a lazy girl who had failed her

school exams a number of times. As a result she found herself in a retake situation where she was in a class below her normal year group so

whereas she had then reached her eighteenth birthday, her fellow classmates were all sixteen and seventeen and because of her age and

theirs, Sara was used as a warning to others of what they faced once they were adults.


Sara was an attractive young lady. A slender body and long blonde hair, accompanied by steel blue eyes and a wicked smile made her

very popular with the boys. However, her laziness in class meant she was dealt with by her class teacher on a number of occasions.


The first time, Sara had been out with one of her boy friends a few nights before and failed to complete her homework. Whereas the

school would have given her detention had she been sixteen or seventeen, the fact she had reached adulthood meant other forms of punishment

could now be administered.


“Ladies, ladies,” said Miss Frobisher, a hard-nosed woman who often wore a grey jacket and matching skirt. “Quieten down.” The lesson

in geography was about to begin. “Miss Collins, you seem to have not handed in your last homework.”


“Yes, Miss,” said Sara sweetly, letting out a yawn as she did so.


“Well, that is the third time this term, so evidently detention is not getting the message across. I see from your records that you

turned eighteen last week.”


“Yes Miss,” said Sara wearily.


“Well, as you are so tired this morning, I think we will do something to wake you up a bit and something that will serve as a warning

to the other young ladies in this classroom what will happen to them if they follow you into adulthood with the same attitude.”


“Meaning, Miss?” Sara was as disinterested as she could be and clearly missed the tone in Miss Frobisher’s voice.


“Come to the front of the class, young lady. We are going to wake you up with six strokes of the cane.” The voice was suddenly shrill,

and forceful. It was the voice the teacher used when she demanded obedience and was exerting the full might of her authority.


“Cane me? Get real; you aren’t going to cane me!” Sara sounded a lot more confident than she actually was.


“It is within the rules, and as you have persistently refused to do your homework and have broken other rules this year, you have left

me with no option.”


“Fuck off,” said Sara, sitting firm on her chair.


“I beg your pardon, young lady!” Miss Frobisher’s response to the foul-mouthed teenager was calm and measured.


“I said, fuck off, in case you are deaf, Miss. You’re not going to cane me.”


“Okay, young lady, I’ve had enough. Class, you will read Chapter 6 of ‘Antarctica In Summer’ while I take Miss Collins to see Mr

Danvers.”


Danvers was a small, ruddy-faced man, who happened to be the head of the college. To be sent to see him was one thing, but to be

escorted there by a teacher was possibly one of the most humiliating experiences for a pupil. Five minutes later, Sara Collins stood

nervously before his great oak desk as he listened to Miss Frobisher’s side of events.


“Well, young lady?” His voice was loud and his face had gone even redder. “What do you have to say for yourself?”


“Nothing, sir.”


“Nothing?” His voice raised another few decibels.


“No sir, but that bitch isn’t going to cane me.”


“By God, young lady, you will be caned and you will apologise to Miss Frobisher, or you will be expelled from this college today.”
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“You can’t do that for a bit of late homework!” Sara protested lamely, realising she was in a lot of trouble. Expulsion from the

college would mean serious trouble with her father who was a strict disciplinarian. She would doubtless be unable to sit for a week if her

father punished her and, if she had no college to laze around in, she might find things got even worse.


“I can do that. The choice is yours.”


“Then I apologise to Miss Frobisher and will take my punishment.” Sara knew she had no choice and that things were about to get

painful but she figured that Miss Frobisher would be a lot less painful than her own father.


“Go back to class and apologise to the class for your outburst and then Miss Frobisher will deal with you.”


Five minutes later, Sara was standing in class, her face red with embarrassment as she was forced to apologise to the girls for her

outburst. Her heart sank when Miss Frobisher explained that Sara would now be given ten strokes of the cane in front of them, and that this

should act as a warning to them all to work hard and to obey the college rules.


“Okay, Miss Collins, turn round and place your hands on my desk, then part your legs wide open.”


Sara did as she was told.


“What are you doing?” She asked a moment later as she felt her skirt being lifted up above her waist.


“Girls, the cane is always delivered to bare flesh. It wouldn’t have the necessary impact if it was delivered over clothing.”


Sara felt the two clothes pins as they were applied, holding the skirt above her waistline, exposing her young, pert buttock cheeks to

the class.


“Now, Miss Collins, your panties will be lowered to above the knees. You will keep them there by keeping your legs wide open

throughout the punishment. If your panties touch the floor then you will be given four more strokes of the cane. During punishment you may

cry, but if you swear, or try to cover your backside in any way, you will receive two more strokes for each incident. Do I make myself

clear?”


Sara suddenly realised that Miss Frobisher was not going to let her off lightly, but it was too late. Sara already had tears in her

eyes as she signalled she understood the rules.


Then she felt her panties being lowered to just above her knees and in an instant of pure humiliation, Sara realised her youthful

pussy lips were pouting between her legs, fully visible to the girls sitting behind her.


She didn’t have long to dwell on that humiliation. The cane was thin and a little over two feet long and in a moment Sarah felt the

rod as it was lined up on her backside. With a brief swishing sound, the cane cracked into her tiny backside, making Sara cry out as much

from shock as the sudden, intense, burning feeling it left in her behind.


“Stay still, girl,” Miss Frobisher said, a little breathlessly, as she placed her left hand on Sara’s shoulder, steadying her position

against the desk.


Six strokes of the cane quickly followed, the rod leaving red welt marks across Sara’s bottom and the tops of her legs where it

crashed with venom into her young flesh.


Sara cried out with each stroke, attempting to muffle her sounds as they embarrassed her in front of her classmates, but the pain was

so intense from the force of each stroke as it was administered by Miss Frobisher, that Sara quickly lost the ability to gasp quietly and

her loud cries and sobs could be clearly heard two classrooms away.


“Four to go, Miss Collins. I trust you are learning your lesson?”


“Y…y…yes, M…m…miss,” Sara managed to sob back in reply.


Swish! Crack!


“Yeeeaaaaarrggghhh!” Sara cried, the teacher’s hand now pushing quite heavily on her shoulder, preventing her from standing up.


Swish! Crack! This stroke landed below her bottom, cutting into the tops of both her legs again. The pain was indescribable and Sara

launched forward into the desk, the strength in her legs momentarily gone from her.


“Shheeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooowwwwww!” She hissed through her teeth as the burning and stinging sensation in her behind increased to a new

level.


Swish! Crack!


“Arrrggghhhhhh!”


“One more stroke, Miss Collins, and you know what that means.”


“N...n...n…no M…miss,” stuttered to sobbing teenager.


“We save the best for last Miss Collins. After it has been delivered, you will remain in position until I give you permission to stand

up. You will also not attempt to rub or massage your backside in any way.”


Swish! CRACK!


Sara howled again, glad the punishment was at its end, the final stroke landing mid buttock had been delivered with more force than

her father had ever used when caning her. It burned, it stung and it left Sara’s senses reeling with the fiery pain that throbbed through

her backside.


“Now girls, while Miss Collins remains where she is, we will continue with the lesson.”


‘The cold bitch,’ thought Sara as she continued to cry softly, ‘she’s carrying on as if nothing ahs happened.’


In her mind, that was raging from the pain in her backside, Sara vowed then she would one day get even with Miss Frobisher. For twenty

minutes the teacher continued the lesson until the bell rang.


“You may stand up now, Miss Frobisher, and pull up your panties.”


Sara did so, wishing she could kill the evil teacher, and then she hobbled painfully from the classroom to not a few muffled giggles

from her younger classmates.








SECOND EXTRACT:





“Okay, now we will administer the proper punishment – twenty strokes of the paddle.”


“No, please no, my bottom is hurting so much already,” Sara blurted out.


“Your form says you are nineteen,” said the guard softly as his hand rested lightly on her upturned, bright pink bottom.


“Yes, why?”


“As this is your first offence, I have some discretion in how you are punished. I can offer you a favour for a favour, if you

understand what I am saying.”


“I’m not sure I do?” Said Sara honestly.


“I can offer you up to a 50% remission of your punishment, but in return you have to offer me something that is acceptable. If you do

so, then there will be no record of what takes place and you must sign a form to declare you will never, ever reveal what happens. Only some

people get this kind of offer and I happen to be in a good mood today,” said the guard. Sara could feel the lump in his pants growing and

suddenly realised what he was asking.


“You want to offer me a reduction in the paddling for some kind of sexual favour, don’t you?”


“If you want to offer it, but you have to make a specific offer, I am not allowed to make suggestions.”


“Okay, I’ll do what you want, if you only paddle me gently,” said Sara, her mind a whirl of activity. She had never contemplated

having to have sex to save her skin, but if the stinging pain in her bright red bottom was only a warm up, she knew she had to do whatever

she had to do to make things bearable when he paddled her.”


“Fair enough, part your legs a little, I have to see if you mean it,” said the guard, smiling to himself and feeling his rapidly

stiffening cock push harder into the young woman’s stomach. His hand glided up between her legs, gently stroking an inner thigh, until his

hand found her pouting labia, the lips already slightly parted with Sara’s arousal.


Two fingers slid easily in between the moist lips and soon he was firmly stroking her vulva. Sara was soon gasping, the pleasures of

the stroking fingers mixing with the pain in her throbbing bottom heightened her senses and she headed quickly for an orgasm. The fingers

continued even as she softly moaned her way to a second climax a minute or so later, this one more intense than the first, leaving her

groaning as she climaxed, her juices dribbling out around the guard’s hand.


As Sara came down off her climax, the fingers were removed.


“Now see, you’ve got me all aroused. What are you going to do about that?” The guard asked her softly.



Reviews

Thoroughly absorbed by this tale. Ation is vivid and sometimes harsh, good plot with a very unexpected ending. I hope McIntyre follows up on Sara with her continued adventures. 5 out of 5 (Hardman)

I thought this was going to be a classic spanking story and boring but I was totally wrong. Some great twists to it, and the schoolgirl quickly grows up! She also endures a lot of pain, learns a lot about sex and maybe, please, she has really gone from the frying pan into the fire - to Hector please, please, please will you continue Sara's story. 5 out of 5 (Nineboner)

a very entertaining book. 5 out of 5

The first half of the book is very good, the second half drags. So much more could have been done with the second half 3 out of 5 (Chicago)

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