Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57623 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 288(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Then things get much, much worse.
Storm’s eyes widen as Jane emerges from the chateau with a short birch rod in her hand. Something about the sight of the thing with all the bushy bits and organic pieces gives her a very bad feeling right in the pit of her stomach. It is almost as though the ancestral voices of generations of troublemakers before her have all cried out at once.
Jane’s expression as she draws closer can only be described as merciless. Suddenly Storm wishes there was not so large an audience. It was fun to have onlookers when she was making a mockery of all these stupid things, but now it feels like she has made a huge mistake.
Jane does not say a word to Storm. Instead she addresses the guard.
“If you wouldn’t mind changing her position so I can administer the necessary punishment, and holding her in position, please, Laura? This young lady has demonstrated she has no intention of behaving herself.”
Taciturn as ever, it is nonetheless obvious that Laura is only too pleased to aid Jane. In short order, Storm finds herself bent over the guard’s knee, which is propped up on the edge of the fountain, creating a fulcrum over which she swings at the hips. It is an embarrassing and unfortunate position and with her hands still pinned in the small of her back, there is absolutely no escape.
Jane flips up her dress and pulls her shorts and underwear down in one motion. There will be little in the way of modesty for the girl now. Storm has foregone privacy by the very public nature of her rebellion.
Jane wastes no time in beginning the beating. Caught between the guard and the disciplinarian, Storm is soundly thrashed. All eyes are on her, the entirety of the school ranged across windows and outside, and those who were getting ideas of following in her behavioral footsteps are swiftly learning what a bad idea that would be.
Having been previously soaked to ensure each of the thin branches is as sturdy and supple as it can be, the birch lashes across Storm’s upturned bare bottom, each and every individual twig making whippy contact with her tender skin.
Her bottom immediately blushes red, and with each and every stern, sweeping application of the traditional implement, it becomes redder and hotter, speckled in places where the infernal tips and nodes of the birch have made harsher contact.
Jane is determined to make this the last punishment Storm earns in a while. It is time she started taking consequences seriously and had some healthy fear of what might happen to her. It is clear that she lacks respect for discipline. It is also clear that Storm’s misbehavior is becoming an issue for everybody she comes in contact with. Her rebellious influence is already spreading, and if justice is not publicly seen to be done in no uncertain fashion here and now, Jane knows she will have forever lost the respect of the faculty, and more importantly, the students she is here to discipline.
This punishment is far harsher than anything Storm has experienced before, much harsher than Jane likes to impart. But the young lady has made it impossible for it to be any other way. Storm has had more than enough rope, more than enough leeway, and more than enough understanding. At each and every turn, she has made matters worse for herself.
So Jane plies the rod without sparing her charge, watching grimly as the little welts compound and become bigger, thicker, more painful things.
Storm tried to be stoic at first, but she is unable to be for long. She wails and gasps and squirms so hard she would certainly escape if she were not being very firmly held by Laura, who has absolutely no intention of letting her go.
Usually, Jane lectures a girl while she is being punished, but on this occasion she stays grimly quiet, allowing the sound of the birch on bottom to be the main audible consequence, matched with Storm’s cries which rise and fall and rise again as she tries her best to resist the punishment.
By the time Jane considers herself to be done, Storm has gone quiet again, sniffling quietly to herself the way a girl does when she has been properly punished and is truly chastised. Her bottom and upper thighs are bright red and covered in marks, welts, and even a few small grazes that will require some care.
An example has been made. It is time to take this back inside.
Marched back into school with Jane’s grip firmly on her ear, Storm is entirely compliant for the first time in her life. The pain of walking with her sore bottom flexing and moving is quite intense, but she finds she is somehow separate from it. She is aware of the fact that quite literally everybody is staring at her too, but she doesn’t feel their gazes either. She’s somewhere deep inside herself, somewhere the pain can’t reach.