Before and After Graduation
âhmmmmmâŠ.Beccaâs really getting a good caningâŠand it is making me wetâŠI hope Ms. M doesnât notice it when she canes me. IfâŠif I confess that I did itâŠoh meâŠshe will give me extra strokesâŠ.ohhhh,⊠can I stand it? Last time I got wet every time I rubbed my weltsâŠand thenâŠI rubbedâŠâ
âMs. Moses! Ms. Moses! Stop, please! It was me⊠It was meâŠit wasnât Becca! I am the one who should be punished!â
âWhat did you say Tricia? I didn't hear you!â
Swishhhhh!âŠ.SPLATTTT!
âI said it was me⊠it was me! I am the one who should be punished!â
Swishhhhhh! Â SPLATTTT!
âIt was you? Oh you are certainly a wicked, wicked young woman to let your friend take your punishment! I think I shall cane you extra hard and give you double the strokes I was going to give Becca! Donât you think that is only fair?â
âyesssâŠ.yes MaâamâŠit is fairâŠMaâam!â
âGood! Get the senior cane from the cabinet, Tricia, and remove your skirt and panties!â
Three months later, Ms. Moses was supervising a poorly attended detention for Summer School, four weeks after graduation. Wearing my cutest dress and 'stopped in to say hi'.
"That's a nice dress, Ms. Moses," I told her.
"Thank you, Tricia, and you can call me Jenn now," she replied, "but if I know you, you want something."
"Want something, Ms. Moses? I mean, Jenn... what do you mean?"
"There are no girls due to be caned - and I couldn't let you watch if there were!" she said in a quiet but urgent voice.
"And you thought I'd want to?" I asked in my most innocent voice.
"I noticed how you reacted when you were enrolled here... do you deny having an interest?"
Boldly, I said, "Let these two girls go and we can discuss it."
"Oh, can we?" she asked suspiciously, looking at her charges. "I don't think you know either of them, or at least, not well."
"No, Ma'am," I assured her.
Jenn rose and announced, 'That's enough for today, girls. Take your studies and finish at home." Both girls were more than happy to make a charge for the door before she could change her mind.
No more than five minutes later, it seemed like, I was handing her both my dress and the senior cane, prepared to kneel on a chair and bend over a student desk to grip the seat on the other side.
"I couldn't remove my panties like you said to, ma'am," I told her.
"I can see that - you really are a wicked girl! I'll have to give you strokes for that as well. How many did you get the last time you were in here?"
"Eighteen, ma'am - extra hard," I reminded her with a gulp. I had rubbed myself for nearly two weeks before the feeling had faded completely (though I may have been imagining so of it by the end) - and continued to rub almost continuously since then!
"Eighteen, extra hard," Jenn Moses echoed as I stretched forward and gripped the seat. "An excellent start."