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Although getting more and more aroused, each stroke still hurt. Her attempts at masturbation merely made them more tolerable. It made it possible to call each one out on time. She did so, up through the fourteenth stroke. In her aroused state, that stroke was strangely comforting. She thought about the story of Leslie, who was allowed to masturbate this way through half of her punishment, then was forced to endure the rest without distraction. Would he do the same? She was about to find out. She was moving her legs faster and faster, oblivious now to who was watching.
“I see you’re getting more excited, Carrie. Almost at your climax? Perhaps I should allow you to finish before I continue.”
“Oh, my God,” she thought, he must have read that story. Justin must have told him about it. Surely he wasn’t just playing with her!
“No, please give me the rest. Please do it now! Please, Fifteen, Sir!”
The Headmaster ignored her pleas, and her violation of the rules against speaking except to count each stroke. He watched her move her thighs faster and faster. Then he measured the cane right across her “sweet spot.” He waited a minute or two. At the opportune time, just when she was close to orgasm, he delivered his hardest stroke yet right at the line where her buttocks met her thighs. The impact coursed through her like electricity, radiating through her engorged pussy lips. It took her just to the point of orgasm. All the Headmaster had to do now was wait. Within seconds, Carrie’s hips were bucking as far as the waist strap and ankle straps would allow. He permitted her to continue until she began to slow down, exhausted. She missed her count without realizing it.
For about another minute, Carrie could barely feel the stinging in her bottom, but it was not to last. Suddenly the intense burn returned with a vengeance, especially where the cane had last landed. The Headmaster looked at the witnesses and smiled. Carrie suddenly realized that she had not called the next stroke. Desperately, she yelled out “Sixteen, Sir!!”
“Oh, Carrie, you took far too long. You must have been preoccupied with something else, weren’t you now? Well, you were told to practice self-control, and there is a price for failing to do so. I will have to give you number fifteen again.”
“Oh, no, please! I can’t take it!! Please let me go, I won’t ever be bad again. I promise! I PROMISE! PLEASE!!”
The Headmaster ignored her and gave her a diagonal stroke across her buttocks. Carrie screamed once again. A drop of blood appeared where the cane landed across another smarting weal. The Headmaster noticed her desperately trying to arouse herself again. He put down the cane.
“Nurse, please attend to Carrie with an alcohol wipe. Sally, please assist me in repositioning Carrie so that she may be punished properly, without distraction.”
Carrie did not protest, as this gave her a temporary respite from the proceedings. She yelped when Gina rubbed alcohol over her cut skin, though.
Sally retrieved a large cylindrical cushion and placed it next to the bench on which Carrie remained tied. She unbuckled Carrie’s ankle straps while the Headmaster unbuckled the waist strap. “Mr. Evans and Mr. Tolbert, perhaps you could assist?” The two helped raise Carrie’s hips high in the air while the Headmaster slipped the cushion underneath. He then re-fastened the strap around Carrie’s waist and tightened it slightly, causing Carrie’s welted bottom to rise high in the air. Sally brought two more straps which she and the Headmaster buckled around Carrie’s lower thighs. She and the Headmaster then quickly secured these straps by their D-rings and lengths of rope to attachment points on either side of the bench, as though they’d done this dozens of times before. Carrie was now once again immobilized, but this time with her buttocks arched and her thighs spread wide apart, revealing every inch of the pale skin between her butt cheeks and placing her pink asshole and pussy lips on prominent display. Modesty, if it had been an issue, certainly was no longer. Just as importantly, however, Carrie was deprived of any opportunity to arouse herself for the remainder of her punishment.
The Headmaster stepped back and surveyed the chastised girl. “Carrie, I regret that this must be so harsh but you have brought this on yourself. You will receive the last half of your punishment free of any distractions, and you will also receive six penalty strokes for your deliberate misbehavior and insolence. You will, of course, be required to control yourself for the remainder if you wish not to have more penalty strokes added. Is that clear?”
“Please, Headmaster, don’t.” Then she thought better. “Yes, Headmaster.”
“Now, I believe you are due for number sixteen. Please call for it.”
Carrie did so, and was careful to call each stroke despite the intense, unsubsiding sting of each one. There was now no relief to be had, and she had already incurred eight penalty strokes. She did not dare to earn any more.
The Headmaster added several strokes across her upper thighs. These stung more than on her bottom, and Carrie screamed after each one. However, after striking the same tender spot three times in a row, Carrie could not bring herself to count again and missed calling number 24. As usual, this was re-done and Carrie made sure to call it properly the next time. She forced herself to call each one after that, often early, but when she did so the Headmaster struck again without a break. When she properly called the stroke with only seconds to spare, he would sometimes take his time in giving the next stroke. It was unknown whether he did this to provide a needed respite or simply to keep Carrie in suspense. In any event, it was to her advantage not to call a stroke to early and definitely not too late.
Finally, Carrie called number 30 and it came crashing down across the tops of her buttocks. “Please, may I have a break? I am sorry for what I did and I can’t take any more right now. Please let me take my penalty strokes another time.”
“Carrie, if I am lenient with you, you will never learn self control. Penalty strokes must be given at the time of punishment. You will receive the six extra strokes you have earned. I will not trouble you to count them, though. I expect you to remain still, however, and take them like a brave girl. You should be trying to make your husband proud of you.”
Bent hard over the cushion, exposing herself to the assembled witnesses, pride never really seemed part of the equation. But, as on fire as her ass was, she did realize that she was close to the end and had certainly paid a price for her sins. She kept still and prepared for the remaining six strokes. The Headmaster delivered them with the same viciousness as the others and Carrie was not able to stifle a few screams. The cane bit deep into her tight skin. After the last one, several drops of blood ran down her bottom. Gina rubbed generous amounts of alcohol all over Carrie’s bottom. It was cool and soothing at first, but then started to sting almost as much as the cane.
The Headmaster inspected his handiwork, probably taking much more time than he needed, as though he wished to prolong Carrie’s embarrassment. Carrie needed to be untied, she needed to have her blistered bottom attended to in a loving way, and needed to be comforted. The Headmaster thought she needed a few more minutes on the bench. He traced his fingers on her welts. He commented, “Have your husband rub some lotion into these, and apply some ice when you get home. They will last for several days, perhaps a week or two. Your bottom will sting more tomorrow morning than it does now, as you begin to heal. That is the consequence of this type of punishment. You will be reminded of it for days to come.”
On a signal from the Headmaster, Sally unbuckled Carrie and then Justin and Angie helped walk her to the bathroom to clean up and dress. After about ten minutes, they helped a tearful Carrie back to the wooden chair, where the Headmaster had Carrie once again apologize to Mr. Tolbert and to Justin for allowing so much time to go by before confessing her sin. Mr. Tolbert graciously accepted, complimenting Carrie for taking her punishment so well. He made her and Justin promise to come over in about a week to chat. Justin answered for Carrie. “We would be happy to.”
Angie comforted Carrie on the way home, and Justin gave her all the tender aftercare she needed, although he made her attend to her chores as normal the next day. “Can’t have you spoiled now, can we? That’s not the Headmaster’s way.”
“No, my Lord,” Carrie agreed. “It isn’t. Thank you for being my Lord and Headmaster.”
They embraced, then he swatted her on her still aching butt. “Now get back to work! Or I’ll show you what a real Headmaster would do.”
Carrie grimaced, then smiled. “Yes, my Lord.”
THE END
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