The Adventures of Fiona McCormack
A Story by Jenny O’Brien
The Mother Superior checked her watch. It was almost half past nine. If she was going to finish the punishments and display the four girls in the hall, by the time that the rest of the school arrived for assembly, she was going to have to get a move on! “Rebecca Cartwright! Get back into position please!” she ordered, as the still tearstained girl stepped apprehensively of the bench. With her gymslip still pinned up behind her, Rebecca made her way unsteadily back to the desk. The three other girls could clearly see the marks from the ruler on her thighs, which were starting to change colour, from bright red, to a more bruised looking purple. The area just below the crease of her bottom where she had taken two strokes, looked particularly painful, with yellowish bruises contrasting with the reddened skin.
“Please pull your knickers down to your knees”, said the Reverend Mother, in a tone that was calculated to minimise dissent. Rebecca, who was finding the whole proceedings humiliating, froze for a second or two. “Unless you would like me to do it for you?” the Reverend Mother added, producing an instant response from the girl. Rebecca slid her quivering thumbs into the waistband of her navy blue knickers and carefully started to slide them down, wincing slightly as they rubbed against her heavily marked skin. As the girl bent back over the desk, Sister Teresa who had taken up her position took hold once again of Rebecca’s wrists.
For the first time, the watching girls could now get a complete view of the effects of the Mother Superior’s ruler. Across Rebecca’s chubby bottom and thighs, there were six, perfectly spaced and parallel red stripes, the first high up on the buttocks and the last, half way down the backs of the thighs. The two strokes that had been repeated were clearly identifiable by their more livid colours. Fiona, Pippa and Hannah, all knew that their rear ends were similarly decorated!
Rebecca, who was extremely conscious of her exposed position, pushed her legs tightly together, in an attempt to avoid displaying more of her charms than was absolutely necessary. The Mother Superior picked up the ruler and measured her distance. “The next stroke shall be number seven”, she announced as she lined up the tip of the ruler between the top two stripes and, without delay, brought it crashing down across Rebecca’s bare bottom. Almost immediately, the other three girls could see what the Mother Superior was doing. She was going to methodically, fill in the gaps. As Rebecca howled in anguish, the previously unmarked strip of bottom flesh was rapidly turning red and merging into the stripes next to it. Still somehow managing to keep her thighs pressed together, Rebecca counted the stroke and waited for the next one.
It wasn’t long in coming! Knowing that she was pushed for time, the Reverend mother quickly lined up the ruler against the next gap down and, with remarkable accuracy, delivered the next stroke. As it landed, the ruler slightly overlapped the stripe above it, on which Rebecca had already received an extra stroke during the first part of her punishment. “Oh my god!” screamed the unfortunate victim, as the wood dug into her already sensitive flesh. The Response from the Mother Superior was instant. “I will not hear blaspheming in my office!” she retorted angrily. “You will receive the stroke again”, before with added gusto, she cracked the ruler down again, hitting the exact same spot. Any ideas that Rebecca might have had about protecting her modesty went out of the window. Her legs flailed around wildly, held only by the knickers around her knees. “Eight!” she screamed, as her legs kicked out, giving her three classmates an unhindered view of her girlish charms.
Once again and again wasting no time, the Reverend Mother lined up the ruler, this time low on Rebecca’s bottom. The line, which the knicker elastic had left, between the ruler marks was clearly visible, for the time being at least! As the ruler smacked against the fattest and softest part of the eleven year olds buttocks, those watching could see them becoming momentarily misshapen as they absorbed the ruler’s momentum, before returning to normal, except for a rapidly appearing blush. “Nine!” Rebecca said softly, in between the sobs that were now coming thick and fast. Her entire bottom now felt that it was on fire. Fiona, Pippa and Hannah, watched transfixed as now, Rebecca’s whole bottom had been turned red. Not an even red, but a blotchy, stripy, very swollen looking red!
The Mother Superior now turned her attention to the very top of Rebecca’s thighs, delivering the next stinging stroke, just below the crease of her aching bottom. “Ten!” howled Rebecca, kicking her legs even more violently, trying to reduce the sting. Now there was only one thin strip of milky white skin, between the bottom stripe and the mass of red and purple above. Without any delay, the Mother Superior lined up her ruler and whipped it across Rebecca’s tender thighs. As Rebecca wailed in protest, her watching friends saw the strip of white slowly disappear in front of their eyes, to be replaced with another area of ugly, blotchy red. “Eleven!” whispered Rebecca, when she had finally regained her equilibrium.
Fiona now wondered where the next stroke was going to land. There were no more gaps in the sea of sore red skin. Maybe it will be right at the bottom, she thought to herself. Rebecca was oblivious to this matter, as she had absolutely no idea of the current state of her backside, other than knowing that it hurt all over! “Stand up please!” said the Reverend Mother, to everyone’s surprise, “and turn around”. Rebecca was sure that the last stroke had been number eleven. Maybe she had miscounted? She stood up stiffly and turned to face the Mother Superior, who was standing in front of the other three girls, still with the ruler in her hand.
“I have decided”, said the Reverend Mother, “that the final stroke shall be somewhere that you can see it. Although God designed schoolgirls bottoms, perfectly for this purpose, the one person who cannot easily see the effects of the punishment is the recipient. The final stroke shall be on the fronts of your legs! This will serve as a visual reminder to you of your wicked act”. There was an audible gasp around the room, as she continued “Rebecca Cartwright, please raise up the front of your gymslip!” Rebecca, in something of a state of shock, lifted her hem up a few inches. “Higher girl, higher”, demanded the Reverend Mother, until the gymslip was high enough to expose Rebecca’s hairless labia. Rebecca was visibly shaking, as the Reverend Mother took up a position to the side of her and lined up the ruler across the top of her thighs. She shut her eyes tightly and held her breath, waiting for the stroke to come.
The other three girls watched in horror, as the Mother Superior swung back the ruler, before lashing it across the fronts of Rebecca’s thighs, with all the force that she had used on her backside. Rebecca immediately let out a high-pitched wail, before launching into a little dance on the spot. “What number was that?” asked the Reverend Mother, who didn’t really want to repeat this special punishment. “Twelve!” whined the unfortunate Rebecca who, such was the sting of this last stroke, had almost forgotten about the previous eleven.
As the Mother Superior had intended, this final stroke had almost as much effect on the three watching, as it had on Rebecca. Up until now, they had viewed the proceedings from behind and the victim’s face had been hidden from them. This time they had witnessed, not only the stroke of the ruler, but also the expression of fear before the ruler struck and the face contorted in pain afterwards. As an angry red stripe appeared across Rebecca’s legs, the Reverend Mother opened the punishment book and said, “Hands back on your head girl! You may now return to your position”. Rebecca let go of her gymslip, hiding the emerging marks and, still with her knickers around her knees, walked with small steps back to the bench. For her, the punishment was now over, although the marks and the pain would remain with her for some time. The memory, she knew, would probably be with her forever!