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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 1
| I’m back at the same concept of English style corporal punishment meeting oriental traditions of bastinado. Those who know my old story ‘Isabelle’ will know the style, but this story is more clean cut, possibly more realistic. Judge for yourselves... Foreword This a semi-fictional story takes place in early 70’s England, when corporal punishment is still occuring in schools. Some parts are based on real facts, and real personal experiences that have been shared with me, while some other elements are purely fictional. All characters involved are fictional, and 18 years or older. Part 1 My name is Natasha. Let me tell you about how my interest in pain began, and how I later got punished in College. I guess I always was a bit of an odd girl. Since I was young I loved drawing and writing on myself, in all sorts of places, arms, hands, fingers, even legs sometimes. It was all sorts of drawings from text messages to my friends, to small doodles and drawings. I also liked to push needles into my fingers and later my toes. It wasn’t because something was troubling me, it was just that I liked it, I liked pain. One of my friends in school had shown me how to do it, to stick needles just through the skin. I thought it was really cool and it wasn’t long before I was pushing them through the skin on my toes, heels and balls of my feet, as well. I used to do it so often that I usually had bits of skin hanging from my fingertips where I'd pulled the pins out and it bothered me that an adult would notice, and I'd be punished for it, or have to see a counselor. I think that is one reason I moved to doing it on my feet. In a way, this sort of “prepared” me for what I was to experience in Sixth form College, but still not even nearly. I guess the teachers were usually well acquainted with my “habits” of always having my arms and hands full of drawings, but since there was no specific rule against it, no one had really taken action on it as a “problem”, as I was otherwise rather well behaved. Me being a rather pretty, good looking young lady, I guess made it easier for me to get away with “things” as well. We wore the typical English school uniforms, a white or pale blue blouse, under a navy or gray cardigan, short navy or black skirt and white ankle or three-quarter socks with black shoes. Tights and stockings were not permitted at any time. There was a school tie and badge, but whilst it was compulsory for the boys, it was entirely optional for the girls. The ones who chose to wear a tie tended to be the clique leaders who wore it ironically - super short, loose around the neck and with a huge knot and the top two or three buttons of their blouse undone. Apart from being told off, getting a verbal reprimand or sent to detention a few times, the first time I was actually physically punished happened after a chemistry class. During a break, one of my friends had talked me into mixing up some chemicals for a sparkler our teacher had shown us earlier. We didn’t really know what we were doing of course, and we had scaled everything up with a lot more, but had probably mismatched the proportions. All of a sudden it exploded by itself with a loud bang and a lot of smoke. It was just luck none of us was close enough to get burned or injured. The other students were outside the classroom, but came in gasping and whispering in amazement. Our teacher, Catherine Landers arrived back at the same time, and she wasn’t equally amused. She saw only me being the culprit. She ended the lecture, but asked me to stay afterwards, this resulting in even more whispering. Catherine or Cate as she preferred, was in her mid or late 20’s, one of the younger teachers. And she was also really good looking, but since she was a teacher I didn’t think of it that much, but certainly I do remember the boys did. I still remember some of her words, or I’ll try my best to recreate what she said in what follows. “Natasha, that could have been really dangerous. Someone could have been hurt!” she said with a stern tone in her voice, after the last student had left. She was looking me straight in the eyes. “Yes Miss.” I stuttered, looking down on the floor. “You know very well you are not allowed to play with the equipment in the lab.” “No Miss.” still looking down on the floor, shifting my feet. “But you still did it. Natasha, look at me now and listen. I’m going to make sure you will never do something like this again. I’m going to punish you.” her voice had changed to a harder tone, but she still looked at me in a neutral, almost kind way. She had emphasized the word punish and as soon as it had left her lips, the strangest feeling I have ever felt, took a firm grip of me. It started in my tummy, like a tingling feeling, then spread out through my body, a bit like a cold sweat setting in. I've had this feeling many times since, but this first time was the best without comparison, because even with the element of fear involved, it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, on the contrary it was one of the most amazing feelings I had ever experienced. “Yes Miss” I responded, barely able to hide my emotions, as it was also making me a bit lightheaded and dizzy. “This was your last class, Natasha, wasn’t it?” I just nodded in reply. “Good, let’s get this over with. Come with me please.” We walked out from the biology lab. I walked after Cate, her black high heels clicking on the floor in front of me, her calves and legs in black nylons, so well shaped... with this seam on the back. A black skirt and a white blouse. Her straight dark brown shoulder length hair neatly set up in a simple ponytail. She wore those glasses with fairly thick rims, which gave her appearance even more of an impression. Of course, I knew I liked girls already at this time, in fact I had already been with a few, but with a much older female, I had never thought of it... I was again taken by how stunningly beautiful she was. We continued over to the west wing, and down a staircase, out in a corridor I had never seen. She stopped in front of a door and unlocked it. She led me into a smaller room with just a few chairs around the walls. Otherwise the room had beautiful dark wooden panels all around. “Natasha, wait here please, while I prepare a few things for your punishment.” she pointed to one of the chairs. Again the word punishment triggered the feeling again, the tingling... the weird sensation now even lower in my tummy, a feeling of excitement and anticipation... Cate entered another room, on the opposite side we had entered, and closed the door after her. A few minutes passed… ‘Prepare... what would she prepare’? I wondered for myself. I did of course have a hunch, as I knew what had happened to other girls. But, I really wasn't afraid of any pain, on the contrary, I just felt so excited(!) “Natasha, come in please.” Cate opened the door. This room was larger, the same nice wooden panels, just slightly a bit cold I remember, even though it had a fireplace along a wall, but it wasn’t any fire now. Around the fireplace was a couple of large leather armchairs, on a thick oriental carpet, a few bookshelves along some walls and a table on the far side. “Come over here, please.” Cate showed me with her hand in front of the fireplace. I did as she had told me. Cate walked over to the table. I could see some things on the table that I immediately knew what they were for, at the same time as she spoke. “Natasha, I am going to cane you.” She had picked up an almost 3’ long, thin rattan cane, with this characteristic crooked handle, from the table, where I could also see some more canes, of different sizes, and some other tools I had never seen before. The now almost familiar feeling was taking a strong grip of my tummy again… “Please, hold out your left hand open, flat and straight out.” I did as told. “Natasha, what are all those writings and scribblings all about?” she asked casually as she aimed the cane across my open palm. “Miss, it’s....” “Shshhh wack!” The cane came down precisely where she had aimed. I involuntarily draw in air between my clenched teeth. The sharp pain took me by surprise, but it was all that I had imagined, if not even better! It stung and ached in my palm, in a way I had only fantasized about. “Now your right hand, please.” “Sshhhhh wack!” It stung just as good! She didn’t need to ask me to hold out my left hand again, and she gave me a sort of nod of approval. “Shhhii wack! Aaahhh!” I couldn’t help but let out a yelp. She had increased the force, and this one burned right in the middle of the palm. Same on the right. Ooohhh it burned so good! Several more strokes fell, my palms were aching, and being on fire as she gradually increased the force, I lost count actually as I enjoyed the sweet pain so much(!) I tried my best not to show it, covering it by whimpering a bit, and this made it feel even better(!) She then stopped, and took my hands in hers, and rubbed my reddened and sore palms gently, as she examined them. At the same time she looked me in the eyes, in a way I had never seen anyone look at me, at least not a female. “Natasha, I must say you are taking this remarkably well. That's enough on your hands, but I’m not quite done with you. Please, take place over here.” She led me to one of the large leather armchairs. “I need you to take off your shoes and your socks, because I am going to punish you on the soles of your feet also.” Ooohhh I thought, and a new wave of excitement came through me. It wasn’t over! And on the feet. That was something new, I had never heard of that. I loved the thought though, so much the tingling feeling in my tummy came back at renewed force. As I was removing my black loafers, I noticed how moist my white socks were. I perceived the scent of my feet realizing I’d been wearing them all day, the whole week in fact… ... I recall this was on a Friday. Also, my toes and feet were pretty pricked by needles as usual… Oh well, too late to worry about that now… “Please kneel here in the chair, and put your feet here up on the armrest.” She showed me to put my knees on the seat. It was one of those low and wide boxy kind of leather armchairs. “Rest your elbows here” She had placed another armchair adjacent, such that the armrests connected, and made a wider place where I could rest against. She had placed some leather pillows so that I could rest my upper body more comfortably. Now my feet were up on the armrest, and I felt the cold leather and slightly chilly air, as my feet were warm and moist. It made my soft, bare upturned soles feel very… exposed. Cate had walked over to the table, and now came back, her black high heels clicking audible on the nice wooden floor. She held another cane in her hand. This one was about as thin, but longer, and dark brown in color. But, oohhh it looked much harder… She walked up behind me. I felt how she placed the tip of the cane on my bare feet, and she traced it around and poked on my toes. “Natasha, what are you doing to your feet? What are all those marks and loose skin?” She felt my toes and the balls of my feet with her fingers. “Miss… I...” I really didn’t know what to say... “Natasha, I am going to cane you hard on your bare soles now. It’s going to be much more severe and painful, do you understand?” I could feel the cane being pressed along my right sole, she rubbed it gently. “Yes Miss” I was so excited now I was almost gasping with anticipation, I barely managed to hide it. “Whhiii Wack!” “IIH!” I involuntarily made a short cry, but then tensed hard to hold it in. I grasped hard holding around the leather pillows. The aching pain was just amazing, all the way along my right sole, with a sharp sting on my heel. Easily the best pain I ever felt so far! She gave me just about the right time for the pain to sink in, while she was aiming on my left sole. “Shhhiii Wack!” I managed to be silent this time holding it all in, and hugging the leather pillows hard. “You’re doing very well, Natasha. Try to relax a bit and breathe. Don’t hold it in. You can cry if you need to.” I felt her hand stroke my back kindly. “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aahhh!” “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaoohhh!” “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaiihhh!” “Shhhiii Wack!” “Aaaoooh!” She continued to cane my soles, alternating right and left, at a slightly faster pace. She was right, relaxing and breathing helped. And the pain was just amazing. My soles were aching in stinging, burning pain. When I shifted my head from looking left into the dark fireplace, to looking right, I noticed I could see the reflection not only of myself, but also Cate, in the glass on the doors of the cupboards along the wall. I could see that at the same time as she was striking the cane on my upturned soles, she held one of my socks over her nose(!) I was intrigued by this, but really I had no time to even think, as the only thing existing in my world right now, was the wonderful aching pain in my soles. I was getting more and more excited, and I realized how incredibly horny I was(!) I had accidentally pushed one of the elongated leather pillows under myself, and it extended down between my legs. One of its corners was pushing against my pube, and I was rubbing my clitoris against the corner of the pillow, and I felt I had already soaked my panties through. My cries involuntarily shifted into a different kind of moans. She must have noticed, but I just couldn’t help it, in fact I didn't care at this point. I came hard, shaking in a painridden orgasm. I’m sure she noticed now, because I heard the last strokes being really very hard cutting deep into my soft soles. “SHHHIIIIIH! WHACCK!” “SHHHIIIIIH! WHACCK!” “SHHHIIIIIH! WHACCK!” “SHHHIIIIIH! WHACCK!” but strangely I didn’t feel the maddening pain, as (I realized later) it was blocked out by my intense orgasm. As I came to my senses, she was again stroking my back to comfort me. “Very very good Natasha! You are really taking this so well. In case you don’t know, this punishment is known as ‘bastinado’, also common in the Middle East as ‘falaka’. My grandfather used to be stationed for many years in Persia, today Iran. That was 20 strokes on your soles. How do you feel? Are you ready for the next 20, or would you like to rest a bit more?” |
This a semi-fictional story takes place in early 70’s England, when corporal punishment is still occuring in schools.
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