Busted - That'll Teach 'em Part 1 - The Caning - R
Busted - That'll Teach 'em Part 1 - The Caning - R, BDSM.
Note about this fic - This story is set in an English Catholic school in the 1950's, when caning was legal, spam fritters were served for lunch, boys & girls slept in dorms, and when Latin lessons were compulsary. Chapter One - The Caning. Enjoy :)
"Stupid boy! Get to the front!"
Charlie swallowed hard. He'd failed his Latin exam, and to make it worse, he was the only one in the class who had failed.
"Hurry up!" The teacher yelled.
He cringed. He walked up to the front, his head low. "Sir, I.."
"SILENCE!"
Charlie nodded. He turned around and pressed his hands on the table, and bent over a little.
"Fool." He heard his teacher say, before he felt Sir's strong hand push him forward. His front was now laid flat on the table. He gulped and braced himself.
"Seven." Sir said.
A loud cracking noise was heard, it almost drowned out Charlie's supried cry.
"Six."
Another loud cracking noise sounded. A quiet pause followed. The class stared in disbelief as they heard Charlie's helpless whimpers, and saw streams of tears roll down his face.
"Five."
"GOD! STOP!" Cried Charlie, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.
"Stupid boy! That's an extra three for your insolence!"
Charlie bit down on his sleeve. That terrible pain struck him again, and the same noise folowed. He looked up over his arm, and saw his classmates staring in horror as they saw Charlie's face twist with pain.
"Seven."
The thinnest cane hurt most. He was used to getting caned, but only on the palm of his hand. It was only very recently that this new method had been introduced.
'No more.. Please..' he thought to himself, as another lash was issued.
"Six."
He spread his fingers on the table, and ground his nails in, scratching away the wax, which curled underneath his nails.
"Five."
It was unbearably painful. It felt as if his teacher had struck blood. Perhaps he had.
"Four."
Thank God, it'd all be over soon. He couldn't take it any more. And the worst part of it all was.. He was getting kind of turned on by it.
"Three."
His back arched. He was sure his teacher was enjoying it too, or else he wouldn't've added those extra lashes.
"Two."
He had to bite his lip to prevent himself from groaning. He liked what was happening, but he couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't take the chance of making a noise, that would just aggrovate Sir.. And he knew Sir liked his pupils silent.
"And the last.."
And with one last whack of the spindly cane, it was over.
Charlie stood vertical and wiped his eyes, and uneasily staggered back to his seat.
"And tomorrow, Mr. Simpson.." the teacher said as he looked down his nose at the boy "I expect you to pass that test."
I hope you all enjoyed this! x x Alice AKA [ Neon ]
I do not know Busted or anyone assicated with Busted. This is purley a work of fantasy-fiction which I do not recieve any payment or such for.
Busted - That'll Teach 'em Part 1 - The Caning - R
