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ItalianoNatasha’s chemistry disaster
Part 11
| Tuesday morning passed as usual. Not until some hours after lunch did I get a note from another teacher. It was from Catie, and it read that I should be at “the room” before 4 pm. I made sure to arrive a quarter to four. Catie was already there and I helped her check all equipment was ready. I noticed some peculiar objects on the desk. It was a couple of large pieces of fresh ginger that had been peeled and shaped into plugs, somewhat reminiscent of Champagne bottle corks. I pointed at them and gave Catie a curious look. “Oh, we’re going to fig them. You’ll get the idea later.” Catie said. Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Williams and another lady, Miss Taylor from the management then arrived. I greeted all of them with a curtsy. “We’re always so grateful you can assist us here, Miss Morrisson.” Mrs. Thompson smiled. We talked a bit about various school matters. The time was well over four when it knocked on the door, as Melissa and her partner in crime, Rebecca, turned up. “You are six minutes late. You know why you are here, the college management made this very clear to you. An additional six strokes will be added to both of your sentences.” Catie had turned on her cold hard voice. “Eh… Miss, is this really necessary?” Melissa tried… “Miss Ferguson, it’s very necessary, yes. The college management is not amused that you bullied another student to the point of almost committing suicide.” Catie replied sternly, Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor all nodded in agreement. Only now, the girl’s seemed to notice me, and gave me some very puzzled looks. “You will both receive punishment by caning. Severely, I may add. Your rectums will be subject to figging throughout your punishment.” Catie continued. “A well established tradition in discipline and punishment, to keep you in the correct position.” Mrs. Thompson chimed in. Miss Taylor nodded, looking interested. She was a blonde, rather good looking woman, a few years older than Catie. “Please take position and kneel on top of these chairs.” Catie pointed on the backs of the Chesterfields. Melissa looked like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard, rolling her eyes back in her head, but she kicked off her worn and scuffed loafers and climbed up on the Chesterfields. “Miss Morrison, would you be so kind and please pull up Miss Ferguson’s skirt and pull down her panties to her thighs, such that her bottom is properly uncovered?” Catie instructed. Melissa gave me another of those stares of complete disbelief. She wasn’t overweight, but somewhat curvy, with a firm behind. I noticed her white school uniform socks were not entirely clean on the soles, and I could smell the scent of her feet right away. Just wait until Catie notices, I thought for myself. “Excellent. Now please insert the ginger root in Miss Ferguson’s rectum.” Catie handed me a pair of examination gloves and a big ginger root. I put the gloves on, and with my left hands fingers, I parted Melissa’s buttocks, in order to locate her anus. Melissa looked back at me over her shoulder, and gave me another death stare. I started to slowly screw the ginger root into her anus. For understandable reasons she didn’t seem too excited about the idea, and moaned in protest. “Aaaww! This is disgusting! But I’m sure you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She asked me. “Please stop clenching, it will only make it worse.” I advised her. I dropped some spit on the root, and finally it slid into place. “Oohhh! This burns!” Melissa complained. “That’s exactly the purpose, young lady. Keep your bottom pushing out as far as possible at all times. Now, Miss Paterson, your turn.” Catie explained and pointed to the Chesterfields. Rebecca took place similarly, and I repeated the process to her. She gasped as the ginger root slid into place, but otherwise stayed silent. Fortunately for her, her socks looked clean and her feet didn’t seem to smell. “Good. Miss Ferguson, you will be caned first. Miss Paterson, you may watch while you enjoy the figging. Wait at the fireplace with your hands on top of your head, please.” Catie explained. She put on one of her leather driving gloves, on her right hand, to get a better grip around the cane I guessed, but it made her look even more fearsome. She then fetched the long, hard dark brown cane. I almost felt a bit sorry for Melissa. Catie tapped the cane on Melissa’s bare bottom. “The first part of your sentence has been set to 12 strokes. With the six extra for being late, it’s 18. I want you to count each and one of them and thank me. If you fail at this, I will not hesitate to repeat a stroke. Prepare yourself for your first.” Catie lectured. Melissa turned her head forward, looking into the fireplace, took a deep breath in, awaiting… “SHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAHHHH!” Catie started out really hard from the get-go. The cane cut deep into the middle of Melissa’s firm bottom. She arched her head back and let out a loud cry immediately. A bright red line was developing, two in fact, in the characteristic way a hard cane-stroke marks a naked bottom. “One… Thank you Miss.” She said shakily, obviously shocked by the searing pain. “SHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAIIIHHHH!” The second stroke landed half an inch below the first. This time she arched her back and clenched her buttocks, but she quickly pushed her bottom out again, obviously the ginger root was doing its job as intended. “Two. Thank you Miss.” “SHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAOOOHHHH!” “Three! Thank you Miss.” Catie continued at a slow steady pace giving about 10 seconds for the pain to sink in. The sixth stroke she aimed just where Melissa’s buttocks met her thighs. I think she made it extra hard because Melissa cried out even louder, and grabbed her agonised bottom with her hands. “Please remove your hands, or I will have to repeat the stroke.” Catie commented coldly. Melissa quickly assumed position again. Catie continued to cane Melissa’s bottom from the middle and upward. The twelfth stroke she landed high on Melissa’s bottom, also extra hard. Melissa shrieked loudly and was now close to bursting into tears. Catie allowed her a bit of rest. “Now, if you had been on time, your caning would have been over, but instead you will receive another six. Please be ready.” Catie explained unemotionally. After two more strokes intersecting the previous ones, Melissa’s skin was starting to break. She was sobbing now. Catie paused again and examined the damage. “Hmmm… I think your bottom has received about as much as it can take. I will administer the remaining four strokes in the cleft of your behind.” Catie concluded. “A very wise assessment. I concur.” Mrs. Thompson walked up to have a closer look, and expressed this peculiar excitement she had shown before. Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor also leaned forward and nodded in agreement. “Miss Ferguson, now please push your behind out even further.” Catie instructed and pushed Melissa’s upper body to lie down on the Chesterfields. “Miss Morrisson, you may please remove the ginger root for now, or it may come in the way of the cane.” Catie explained and moved to stand right behind Melissa, instead of to her side. I still had the examination gloves on and I pulled the big ginger root out in one screwing motion. I sensed Melissa letting out a sigh of relief, as her anus closed. It would be short, however, as Catie was already aiming the cane in the crack between Melissa’s buttocks. She lifted it and let it cut down, at an angle inside Melissa’s cleft, in fact very close to her anus. I was impressed by her precision. Melissa shrieked loudly and wailed in agony afterwards. “Fifteen… aaoooohhh… Thank you Miss…” She barely managed to count properly. Catie aimed the next stroke to strike at the same angle but from the other side. She then delivered the last two strokes in rapid succession but extra hard. Melissa screamed in agony and burst into tears, rubbing her poor gluteal cleft with her fingers. “Miss Morrisson, you may please insert the ginger root again, but let’s change to a fresh one.” Catie said and handed me a new, even bigger ginger root. As I knew the trick now, I lubricated it richly with saliva and it was easily screwed into place. Melissa was moaning audibly. The ginger probably wasn’t just stinging inside her anus, but also the fresh cane-marks close to her anus. As Melissa was protruding her behind out this eagerly, I couldn’t help noticing her pussy lips parting slightly and no doubt she was very wet inside(!) In fact, I could even smell her scent. “Now, Miss Ferguson, for the second part of your punishment, it will be administered on the soles of your feet.” Catie explained. Melissa looked up with a sincerely worried expression, perhaps she had even hoped that her punishment was over. “Miss Taylor, this is the novel ‘falaka’ foot punishment method we have started to employ. It’s very severe and effective. You will soon see.” Mrs. Thompson added, again not hiding her excitement. Miss Taylor nodded interested. “Miss Morrisson, now please remove Miss Ferguson’s socks and examine them.” Catie was tapping the cane on Melissa’s somewhat dirty sock soles. I pulled off her socks and put the toe ends to my nose. They were moist with her foot sweat, and a slightly pungent foot odour passed through my nostrils. “Eww… Miss Landers, I’m afraid they are not very clean.” I concluded. “Hmmm… I can’t say that I’m surprised. Miss Ferguson, make sure to receive this as a very clear message on improving your foot hygiene. Please, come over here.” Catie commanded. She took Melissa firmly by her arm and led her to the trestle with the falaka rod. She instructed her to lie on her back and put her feet and legs up. She then tied Melissa’s hands together by the wrists, just below her knees, with a piece of rope. I helped Catie to secure Melissa’s feet with the rope in the falaka rod. When we lifted it to secure it in the trestle, Melissa’s behind lifted a bit from the floor, and she was almost hanging helplessly by her ankles. Her bare cane-striped bottom with the ginger root in her anus, as well as her genitals were at a rather open display. I took Melissas’s dirty and sweaty socks and hung them on the falaka rod to dry. I found it kind of fitting that they be on display too. Catie gave me a quick smile of approval. This must feel so humiliating for her, I thought, while I tied Melissa’s big toes together with a piece of leather cord. She did have some good looking feet, quite big with rather wide, moist and pink soles. “Good, let’s get started. We have not decided on a fixed number of strokes, but I will proceed until we see a desirable response of repentance from Miss Ferguson.” Catie explained as she was tapping the business end of the cane across the middle of Melissa’s exposed soles. “SHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” Without further ado, she quickly lifted the cane and let it down from a full swing. “AAAAIIIIHHHHHH!!!!” Melissa’s reaction was somewhat delayed, surprised by the searing pain, she let out a shrill shriek. Catie waited a while. “Count and thank me, please.” She said coldly. “One… Thank you Miss…” Melissa whimpered. Catie let a harder stroke cut across the soft middles of her soles. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” Melissa involuntarily tried to pull her aching feet away, only resulting in her lifting her cane-striped bottom somewhat up from the floor. I thought it looked kind of funny, to be honest. “Two… aaawwww… Thank you Miss.” Melissa would soon be in tears. Catie continued to work the cane downwards towards her heels. Melissa’s cries were getting louder. I felt really sorry for her now. The ginger root was coming out a bit. Catie noticed and pushed it back in with the tip of her black high heeled shoe. “That stays there, unless you want extra strokes? Understood?” Catie asked. “Yes… I mean, please no Miss!” Melissa snivelled. After a couple of hard whacks across her heel pads, Catie let her rest a bit. Melissa was sobbing audibly. Catie examined her soles. They were overall more pink than before, in fact almost red, with even further red cane-marks across the middle parts. Mrs. Thompson came forward to also have a closer look. “Now we can truly see the effectiveness of this punishment. See, the skin on the feet does not break easily. This allows for a harder, longer and more painful punishment. Exactly what is required for this serious offence.” She explained. Miss Taylor nodded in agreement. “Please, carry on, Miss Landers.” Mrs. Thompson said with her excitement even further pronounced. Catie now aimed the cane just below the balls of Melissa’s feet. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH!!!” Melissa screamed really loud. “Nine… aaahhhooo… Thank you Miss… oowwww” Melissa was crying profusely now. Catie continued up across the balls of her feet. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOHHHH!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” “PLEASE NO MORE! PLEASE!” Melissa now broke down completely, begging for mercy, tears flowing down her flushed cheeks. Catie didn’t stop, however, but cut another hard stroke almost on the same spot. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHHH!!!” “AAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH!!!” “I’M REALLY SORRY!!! PLEASE!!! I WILL NEVER BULLY ANYONE AGAIN!” Melissa screamed in panic. “That’s precisely the kind reception we are looking for.” Catie responded indifferently, but landed two more really hard strokes, both right across the balls of Melissa’s feet, in rapid succession, almost hitting her toes. “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “SSSHHHIIIIII! WHACK!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH!!!” Melissa was howling in falsetto, scrunching her toes up. Then Catie stopped. Again she examined the damage, stroking her index finger on her undoubtedly very sore soles, as Melissa flinched and whimpered at the mere touch. “I’m becoming rather satisfied with the response, but I would like to recommend a different implement, for an even better long term effect.” Catie said calmly. Her high heels clicked audibly on the wooden floor as she walked over to the table with the punishment tools. She picked up the long braided whip, let it uncoil on the floor, then looked at Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor. Mrs. Thompson looked at Mr. Williams with an enthusiastic expression on her face. “Excellent. Do proceed.” Mr. Williams nodded. Catie walked to a position, a suitable distance behind Melissa, as to strike her soles along their lengths. “If you would be so kind as to excuse me.” She asked Mrs. Thompson, Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor who were all sitting on the Chesterfield chairs, but now moved to give Catie room to use the long whip. Catie started to swing the whip, cracking it in the air, moving gradually closer, as she had done when she practised on my soles. “No, noooooo, please…” Melissa started whining, as she realised what was about to happen. Soon the tip started to land on Melissa’s heels. “Shhhiii” “Crack!” “Aohhh!!” “Shhhiii” “Crack!” “Aoohhh!!” “Shhhiii” “Crack!” “Aooohhh!!” Somewhat surprisingly Melissa wasn’t crying out louder, but these were just practise strokes. Catie moved closer and when the business end started targeting the middle of Melissa’s soles, she gave it full force. “WHISSSHH!” “CRACK!!” “AAAAOHHH!!!” “WHISSSHH!” “CRACK!!” “AAAAOOHHHH!!!” “WHISSSHH!” “CRACK!!” “AAAAOOOHHHH!!!” “WHISSSHH!” “CRACK!!” “AAAAOOOOOHHHH!!!” I could literally see how nearly each and one of the blows made red marks, especially when the nasty business end of the whip snapped into the middle of Melissa’s soles. Melissa screamed on the top of her lungs, begging for mercy again. ”AAAAAOOOHHH! PLEASE! STOP PLEEEEASE!” “The punishment is stopped when we see fit.” Catie replied coldly and continued to whip for at least a total of 20 blows. Melissa again tried to escape the painful cracks on her agonised soles by pulling her feet away, but to no avail. All she accomplished was to lift her behind off the floor and eventually expelled the ginger root. Catie stopped. “Oh, I thought you said you didn’t want extra strokes?” She asked. “PLEASE! MISS LANDERS! NO PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEEEEASE!” Melissa begged. “Well, actually I have something else for you. I need to examine your feet for damage anyway.” She said and walked over to the table with the punishment tools and picked up the sharp pinwheel. “This tool is used by neurologists to examine nerve damage. It’s been named after Dr. Robert Wartenberg” Cate explained, turning towards Thompson, Mr. Williams and Miss Taylor, who all looked with interest. She started rolling the wheel gently at first, but Melissa still whimpered. Her soles were so obviously very raw and sore by now. When Catie had concluded that Melissa had normal sensitivity in all parts of her soles, she pushed the pinwheel much harder, slowly carving it into Melissa’s heel pads and up along her soles. “AAAAOOOOOHHHH!!!” “AAAAOOOOOOHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHH!!!” “PLEASE MISS! PLEEEEASE!” Melissa howled and pleaded. Catie laughed a bit and continued to roll Melissa’s soles hard for a good another minute or so. Then she put her hands firmly on Melissa’s soles, massaging them with her fingers. She leaned forward and looked down at Melissa, straight in her eyes. “That will conclude your punishment for today, Miss Ferguson. You better have learnt your lesson. If I see or hear you bully another student, you will get this same punishment again, with the only difference it will be three times worse. Understood?” Catie asked sternly, stroking her long fingernails across Melissa's soles. “YES MISS LANDERS!” Melissa sounded very sincere. “Good. Miss Morrison, would you be so kind as to disinfect and bandage Miss Ferguson’s feet, please? I need to attend to Miss Paterson’s punishment.” Catie turned to me and asked. “Of course, Miss.” I replied. I unfastened Melissa’s feet from the falaka rod, and helped her to sit up on the floor. Understandably, she didn’t want to stand on her still hurting feet. I brought the first aid box from the tools table. The others were looking at Rebecca, who was trembling, in tears already. It turned out later that she had peed herself. When I returned Melissa looked at me as if she wanted to say something. I kneeled down beside her. “So obviously you must feel very happy with yourself now, don’t you?” She asked, whispering. “I tell you what. I think you deserved to be punished, but I also feel sorry for you, that you were punished so very hard.” I whispered back. Melissa looked at me and nodded, but without any resentment. I started to dab her soles with disinfectant fluid, as gently as I could. Surely it would burn in the whip marks on her soles. “I’m sorry, this may sting and burn a bit, but it will soon be better.” I said. “I know, it’s alright. I won’t hurt anything near as much as the cane. I’m not sure if I should tell you this, and I don’t understand why, but it made my fanny very wet.” She whispered, giving me a peculiar smile. I smiled back and was going to reply something, but I was interrupted by a loud heartrending cry. I turned my head around. Rebecca had just received her first stroke of the cane, and was already sobbing in tears and whimpering. |
Added 5 feb 2023 Stories #Pain #Spankings #Sex #Woman as bottom #Woman as top #Whipping/flogging #Needleplay #Stapling #Shoes/boots #Feet #Sweat #Medical #School uniforms
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