This was a couple weekends ago. I started doing a write-up but never finished, so this picture will have to tell the thousand or so words I would have written.
Note to : some of these were open cuts! But I didn’t know until my Master told me! So, one really can’t tell when the skin splits as opposed to the time it really hurts but the skin doesn’t split. Not that this will be over-much comfort to you — they all hurt quite a lot!
I’m not sure what that weird bruise is from. I think a tawse. Or the belt.
I wish I had a picture from the next day, as I was caned again, and this time with the heavy lexan (thank you, ) cane. I am not a fan of it.
Damn, I wish I had done more of the write up at the time. There was so much more to the scene than this result. Let me go see what I do have…
This is it, but here’s the unfinished snippet to go with the image:
Again, a schoolgirl visited a headmaster, but this was a very quiet, reserved girl, and it was her first day at a new school. She was starting late in the semester because she and her father just moved; which meant that, in the pre-scene snuggle after just waking up, I slid my arms around my Daddy’s neck and said, “I don’t want to go to school today, Daddy! I’m scared!” Daddy assured me it would be fine. And told me, “Just do what the Headmaster tells you – he has your best interests at heart!” In the dark of the curtained room, I smiled wryly – I was quite sure the Headmaster had only the basest of intentions.
I was right, of course….
The schoolgirl knocked at the Headmaster’s door. She felt stiff and unsure of herself in her new school clothes: the green blazer and knee-length skirt, the white blouse under the green and gray striped tie. She had on white knit socks and sensible brown shoes with a buckle, and a brown satchel that she gripped nervously.
“Come in,” the Headmaster told her, and he got up from his chair to
(And that’s where it ends. Actually, scroll back up to the image to see the end. Pun intended.)