Hydrogen

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!"

"And now, Miss Krüger, let's talk again, why nitric acid is a poor choice for the demonstration of the hydrogen displacement reaction!"

Saint Margareth's Academy

It was just past midday at Saint Margaret’s and the lunch hall was packed. Many students already sat on the benches that lined the hallway, eating their meals and conversing on long wooden tables. Many more students were still lined up at the side of the room, waiting to be served their lunch by the dinner ladies, a selection of hot and cold meals waiting behind the counter. At the front of the hall stood Miss Cane, her stern hawk-like eyes glancing around the room, on the lookout for any troublemakers. As true to her name, in her hand she held a thin rattan cane, ready to discipline any student who dared to step out of line. Though as any student of Saint Margaret would tell you, this stern discipline only ever seemed to apply to her female pupils. 

A tall buxom blonde with a plump round bottom, which was a bit tight fitted by the uniform skirt looked around and drawed a sigh. Belinda Krüger was quite unhappy with the menu in the academy’s cafeteria. Even more she was unhappy about the academy’s rules, which were quite strict and unfair in her not so humble opinion. Her eyes stopped at Miss Cane ominous figure. As always - a perfect posture and one of those terrible canes in her hands. Belinda smiles. The headmistress looked so strict that it became almost funny to her taste. So she sneaked behind Miss Cane and portrayed her pose, even making it look like she was holding a cane or something.

Miss Cane noticed a change in the lunch hall. There was a new hushed murmur across the room and she started to notice some of the students had stopped eating and were looking at her. Some gasped, while others tried to stifle their laughs but Miss Cane remained at a loss at what was so funny. She soon realised that it was not her they were looking at, but behind her as she sharply turned around and saw Belinda standing behind her, making faces and mocking her. Without hesitation Miss Cane reached out and grabbed the German exchange student by the ear.

“Miss Krüger”! Miss Cane shouted, being easily heard over the noise of the lunch hall and immediately gaining the attention of the rest of the students. “What do you think you are doing!?”

“Whoops!” Belinda gasped, when Miss Cane suddenly turned around. “This is not… Au!” she moaned, when the headmistress’s strong grip locked on her ear, making her turn her head a bit “Nothing! Au! Au!” the German screamed, when the woman's hand started turning her ear out. “Au! This is not what it looks like!” she said with a thick German accent.

“It looked like you were making fun of your headmistress, and in front of the whole school no less” Miss Cane was furious. The gall of this girl to not only mock her, but to try and undermine her authority in front of the school. Miss Cane would not have it, she knew she needed to make an example of Belinda, lest any other students got similar ideas. “You’ve just earned yourself a one way trip to the punishment room”! She said as she gave a hard smack to the upper back of Belinda’s bare thigh. 

Belinda trembled and gulped. Now her innocent, as she pretended it to be, joke didn’t look so funny anymore. She looked around seeking for any support, but everyone who had been smiling and secretly cheering her a few seconds ago were now trying not to meet her sight while also smiling, but for a very different reason now. The German stepped from foot to foot. “Is that really that necessary?” she asked nervously.

“Now you proceed to question me instead of accepting responsibility? After such disrespect? In fact I see no reason in delaying your punishment further. Remove your clothes this instant!” A loud gasp was heard throughout the school. Nudity wasn’t exactly an uncommon form of punishment at Saint Margaret’s. Indeed many of the girls in this room had at some point been stripped as part of their punishments, often in front of their peers. But to do it in front of the whole school was harsh even by Saint Margaret’s standards. It seemed Miss Cane was not playing around. One thing she hated amongst all things was her authority being undermined, and Belinda had done just that. 

“I will march you to the punishment room as naked as the day you were born. Now hurry up girl!” Miss Cane barked.

Belinda looked at the headmistress in disbelief. She had read about Saint Margaret’s punishment policies, so she knew that those included forcing nudity as a part of them, but she never thought that that could happen just like this and, which was much more important, to her.

“But Frau…” the German mumbled, but before she even tried to complete her complaint, Miss Cane just strictly swished the air with the cane. Belinda gulped in fear and started undressing as slow, as it was possible. First she removed her blazer, then - the skirt, uncovering her plump bottom, still clad with a pair of white panties, and long, but also plump legs. Then she took off her necktie before unbuttoning her shirt and uncovering her imperfect waistline. Her cheeks blushed and she lowered her eyes, hearing boys’s whisperings.

“All of it” Miss Cane sternly said with a raised eyebrow as Belinda stopped short of removing her underwear. A crowd had now started to gather around Belinda and many of the students started to jest at her predicament. Some boys tried to push through the crowd in order to get a better look at the German girl, ogling her figure. Miss Cane of course did nothing to stop this. The humiliation was just as important as the actual spanking in ensuring the punishment stuck with Belinda. 

“Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda whimpered but another swish of the headmistress’s cane made her submit. Whimpering in embarrassment, the German girl took off her bra and then pulled her panties down, covering her buxom chest and crotch, so only her plump and round bottom became totally visible.

“Check it out” One of the boys whispered to another, gesturing towards Belinda’s plump bottom.

“Of my god” giggled a girl as she covered her mouth

“Right then” Miss Cane said with a cruel smile “Come with me. We are going to the punishment room and-” Miss Cane sharply brought the cane down on Belinda’s behind “-keep your hands behind your head or you’ll feel the sting of my cane”.

With a loud scream Belinda jumped in pain and clutched her bottom with her both hands, revealing her private parts. Her face turned red. She whimpered and raised her hands to put them behind her head, uncovering a bright red stripe across her fleshy buttocks. Whimpering in shame and pain, she quickly followed Miss Cane, trying not to catch anyone’s sight.

As Miss Cane led Belinda out the lunch hall a small group of students followed, excited to see where this was going. As they passed other students in the hallways Belinda was met with gasps from the girls and smirks from the boys; some of them joined the following of people who were now gathered behind them. Soon they had arrived at the punishment room, walking through the dreaded doorless doorway. With a swish of her cane Miss Cane pointed towards the wall. 

“Stand there facing the wall while I prepare your punishment” She hissed as she entered the room. 

All the way to the punishment room felt like a living nightmare for poor Belinda. She looked directly on the floor, trying not to notice all the gigglings and gasps she heard. Her cheeks were flushed brightly. And the cane mark over her plump milky-white buttocks itches terribly.

“What a fool I was!” the German whispered to herself. She tried to find any words to try to apologise all the way to the punishment room, but the fear and the embarrassment were too strong, so she could do nothing, but imagine, how the entire the academy is laughing at her misfortune, which was making her flushing even worse and almost breaking in tears.

Finally, she stepped into the dreadful punishment room and closed her eyes, fearing to see what was waiting for her, but the terrible swishing sound of the headmistress’s cane made her tremble and almost jump in place, opening her icy-blue eyes. Hearing whisperings from the corridor, she came near the wall and stood face to it.

Miss Cane walked over to the numerous canes, paddles, tawses and whips that lined the walls. She had already decided this punishment would require the cane, but she hadn’t decided which she would use. Would she use a thicker and heavier cane, or a sharper lighter one? Miss Cane slowly tested each cane, swishing it through the air, enjoying the way the noise made Belinda shiver as she did. Eventually she decided on a happy medium; a long lighter cane but one that still had some girth to it.

“Come here girl. Bend over the desk” Miss Cane said, fully aware that Belinda would be in full view of the audience outside.

The waiting was unbearable. Belinda felt herself just like she was standing her nose to the wall forever, but she was too afraid and too ashamed to turn around and face her fate. Suddenly the loud swishing noise, quite different from the one which was produced by the cane, which already left a burning mark on her butt, broke the silence. Belinda trembled in fear and slouched. Even while the waiting was terrible, she had no wish to get her big and round bottom become sore and striped all over. But she had no choice. So, keeping her eyes almost closed, she bent over the desk and held her breath, trying not to think about all her schoolfellows eyes now staring at her naked body.

“Frau Cane, maybe this is not that necessary?” the German asked humbly.

“Just for that, you are now getting another five strokes on top of the other twenty five I was going to give you” Miss Cane snapped as she placed the cane behind Belinda’s bottom. Giggles and whispers could be heard from the onlookers outside. “Now brace yourself, I expect you to stay in that position throughout your punishment. Furthermore, you are to count each stroke and thank me after each one. If you lose count we will start again”. 

Without a moment's hesitation Miss Cane lifted the cane and brought it down hard on Belinda’s behind.

Belinda galped and whimpered, stepping from foot to foot, wagging her plump bottom. Her whimpering became louder, when she heard giggling from the corridor, but when the cane heavily landed over her buttocks, she screamed out loud and jumped in place, furiously wagging her plump bottom, now carrying two bright welts, one red and one already almost purple. Tears flowed down her face. She moaned loudly.

“COUNT GIRL” Miss Cane yelled “And make sure you start at one” Miss Cane brought down another powerful stroke onto Belinda’s bottom.

And again Belinda screamed out loud and jumped in place several times, whimpering and moaning. It takes some seconds, before she could say anything at all. “Eins! Danke, Frau Cane!” the German moaned finally, still wagging her plump bottom.

Once again Miss Cane brought down the cane on Belinda’s behind. Gasps and open laughter could be heard from the hallway. Then followed by the unmistakable sound of phone cameras being turned on as a few students started to record Belinda’s ordeal

“I hope after this you will think before making fun of your teachers behind their back” Miss Cane said sternly.

Belinda started weeping in pain and humiliation. For a few seconds she even forgot about the pain and thought about turning around and pouncing on the crowd, but the next hard cane stroke quickly brought her back to the terrible reality. The German screamed out loud again, jumping and kicking her legs, making her plump buttocks wagging furiously for a some seconds, moaning and bawling. “Zwei! AU!!! AU!!! Mein Popo!!! Danke, Frau Cane! AUTSCH!!!” Belinda screamed through the tears.

Stroke was landing after stroke. Belinda’s screams became howling. Her brat war dance shifted to furious kicking, while she squirmed over the table top after each stroke. Her face became red from tears. But she was still counting. Her plump bottom was becoming more and more similar to a zebra’s croup. But when the 15th stroke heavily landed over her already very sore and tender buttocks, she screamed as loud, as it was possible, and jumped from the position, starting the new and more classic version of the brat war dance, hopping around the table, clutching her sore bottom and howling in pain out loud.

"Uh oh" one of the boys mockingly said which was followed by a choir of giggles

"GET BACK OVER THE DESK AT ONCE" Miss Cane yelled and she slapped Belinda's thigh "YOU ARE TAKING THAT ONE AGAIN".

Still bawling and rubbing her sore striped bottom Belinda looked at the headmistress in despair. She wept bitterly.

“But Frau Cane, bitte! Es tut sehr weh!” she mumbled in her native German, but the headmistress’s strict gaze made her gulp and obediently bend over the table again, still carefully rubbing her sore bottom.

Miss Cane once again caned Belinda’s behind. This time the swat was even harder than before. Punishment for Belinda daring to stand up during her Caning.

With a loud howling Belinda squirmed over the table top, furiously kicking her long plump legs and stroking her fists. For a few seconds she was just opening and closing her mouth, trying to restore her breath. She heard giggling, gasping and whispering from the corridor, but the pain was too terrible to notice anything more. Finally Belinda stood on the floor, still wagging her sore butt and counted the stroke, thanking Miss Cane.

Miss Cane continued caning Belinda's behind. Eventually they hit the twenty second mark as Miss Cane once again unleashed a hard stroke across Belinda's red bottom; the cane marks now starting to blur into one.

“AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!! AUA!!! Mein Popo!!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!!” Belinda bawled and screamed, furiously squirming over the table top and kicking her legs like a mad.

Miss Cane waited for a moment before the next strike, waiting for Belinda to number the stroke and say thankyou. Once it was clear she'd forgotten, Miss Cane reached out with her hand and slapped the back of Belinda's thigh.

"COUNT GIRL" She yelled "Don't tell me you've lost count"!

Belinda gulped in fear and wept bitterly.

“I… I… I lost count…” she mumbled.

The gasps from outside the room were met with a glare from Miss Cane as she started to shake her head.

"Well you know what that means. We are starting again from one. And this time I want you up on the desk on all fours, that should stop you from moving". She said. For the briefest moment a sadistic smile could be seen on her face.

Belinda gasped in disbelief. She bawled in pain and very carefully rubbed her extremely sore bottom, imagining, what would it become after another round of the punishment.

“Boo-hoo!!! But Frau Cane! I am terribly sore already! I will not be able to sit down for a month!” she complained “Please, have mercy! I will never show any disrespect to you ever again! I promise! I swear! Please, no more!”

"Do you want me to up the number to 40? Do what I said or that is what will happen"

Weeping and bawling bitterly and desperately, Belinda hardly climbed over the table top and stood on all fours like a werewolf from a cheap horror movie. All her body was shivering in her pitiful whimpering.

"Nice view" a boy called out from the hallway as Belinda's new position revealed even more. The remark was met with a chorus of laughter as Miss Cane once again took aim. 

"Don't loose count this time" she snapped as she brought the cane down once again..

Belinda wept in pain and fear, totally humiliated. She hated her mates for being so rude. She hated Miss Cane for being so cruel. She hated even herself for being so stupid. But right now all she could do - facing the consequences of her foolishness. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, whimpering and trying not to focus on the laughter from behind. The cane swished the air with a dreadful sound, making the German gasp and shiver, but when it landed over her already totally sore and swollen ass, the poor girl screamed as loud as it was even possible. The pain made her not just wag her already almost dark red butt but also even kick her legs, almost breaking from the position.

“AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!!! AUTSCH!!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!! AU!!! AU!!! Mein arme Popo!!! AUTSCH!!! Ein! Danke, Frau Cane… AU!!! AU!!! Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda bawled, clenching her toes.

Miss cane continued her strokes, working through the same twenty two strokes again and continued onward. As she delivered the twenty ninth stroke she prepared herself for the final stroke; the one that she always made the hardest.

“Final stroke girl, prepare yourself” She said as she raised her cane. 

“Bitte… Please… No more! No more! Boo-hoo!!!” Belinda moaned and bawled. She felt herself just like all her buttocks became a one big and sore bruise. Her bottom was almost literally on fire. At least, it was feeling like that. The German was almost lying over the table top, feeling it painful to move her thighs. She wept and howled bitterly.

The last stroke impacted into her bottom so hard that she almost jumped from the table top, kicking her both legs, but she quickly finally lost her powers and just fell over the table, bawling and weeping in terrible pain.

“EEEEEYOOOW!!!! YAAARAAAAA!!!! Dreßig!!! DREIßIG!!! AAAUUUTSCH!!!! Danke, Frau Cane… I mean, thank you, Miss Rohrstock… I mean… BOO-HOO!!! AAAUUUUAAA!!!”

Belinda cried and wept bitterly.

“Good girl,” Miss Cane said as she hung the cane back up on the wall, not bothering to help Belinda off the floor. “Now get up and wait outside in the hallway. You will stay there against the wall with your hands on your head until the end of lunch, then you can collect your clothes from the lunch hall and be straight off to your next lesson”. 

For a few minutes Belinda was laying on the floor on her belly, bawling and carefully nursing her tender bottom, which was so sore now, so even if a fly would land on it the poor girl would scream in agony. But when almost everyone was sure that Miss Cane would give the poor German one or two strokes with the cane to make her get up, Belinda feebly stood up herself, still weeping and whimpering. She tried to stop crying, but the pain was just unbearable. And imagining how she would sit down at the next lesson didn't help at all. But those thoughts and the pain itself made Belinda almost forget about any shame. She slowly proceeded to the hallway and stood her nose to the wall, laying her hands over her head and presenting the perfect view to the mess, which Miss Cane’s cane left from her plump bottom. Her milky-white soft flesh turned to dark red, almost purple with a lot of crossed and confluent deep blue welts over it. The caning left the German’s buttocks so swollen, that those were looking a size bigger, than they were before the punishment. Belinda wept bitterly, feeling totally sore and broken. Only now she finally got the idea that the whole academy was watching her downfall. And that made her weep and cry even bitterly.

Eventually the crowd grew bored of taunting Belinda and went on their way. Even so, occasional passerbys would make a comment or laugh aloud at Belinda's predicament, while others would show signs of pity. Soon it was only five minutes before the bell before Miss Cane called Belinda back into the room.

Sobbing and whimpering, Belinda slowly walked into the room, nursing her still unbearable sore bottom.

Miss Cane had pulled up a chair and sat down. In her hand she had a pot of cream.

"This will help with the pain, reduce the swelling and speed up the healing. You need to be able to sit down for your next lesson after all. Also you need to be ready for the next time you are inevitably spanked. Now over my knee".

Belinda trembled in fear, but nodded and bent over Miss Cane’s knee, still not sure what was awaiting her.

Miss Cane reached into the pot and scooped out the cream before applying it to Belinda's bottom. The cream itself was very soothing and Miss Cane had fond memories of it being used on her when she was a student at Saint Margarets, all those years ago. However, Miss Cane was not shy with applying the cream, applying to every part of Belinda's bottom, including between her cheeks and even more embarrassing to Belinda's more intimate parts.

Belinda’s bottom was so tender that even applying the cream was quite painful for her. The German girl squealed in pain and even kicked her legs. She even didn’t notice, where Miss Cane’s hand was touching her for some seconds, but was that on purpose or not, the old lady couldn’t find there anything to blame Belinda for anything. The harsh caning surely hadn’t aroused the poor girl.

For a few minutes the pain became even worse, but then the cream started working, making it still intensive but almost bearable. Belinda’s weep became a whimpering, but it was no doubt, that she won’t be able to sit down very comfortable on the next lesson.

Eventually the bell rang and Miss Cane put the cream away. "Right then girl. Get up and head to the lunch hall. Get changed then head immediately to your next lesson. When the teacher asks why you are late I expect you to apologise and explain that you were a very naughty girl and the Headmistress had to cane you. I then expect you to show your bottom to the class both as proof and as an example to the other girls. I will be checking with your teacher after school".

“Ja, Frau Cane. Thank you, Frau Cane!” Belinda replied and walked out, nursing her still tender, but already not so terrible sore bottom. She tried to get her clothes as quickly as possible, but when she reached the lunch hall, she broke into bitter tears again. Someone had taken almost all of them, leaving her just her underwear. Sobbing and whimpering, poor German put her bra and panties on, noticing that white fabric is almost uncovering her still bright red and sore bottom. Indeed, now she was just perfect example of what happens to the naughty silly girls!

Mirror, Mirror...

"Finally, nobody here, so I can change my clothes without any risks... Au! Au! Mein Popo! Ugh! Still so sore! Au!"

"Wow! Headmistress said the truth, when she promised to cane all the brattiness out from this German bitch! Too bad I forgot my phone in my locker!"

Smack!

"AROOO!!!"

"Don't you dare to shapeshift! I'll hold even in your wolf-form, but in that case you'll taste my whip! What I always like about you, werewolves, you always come to fight already naked, which makes much more easy to remind you your place!"

A Gentleman and a Waitress

"AUTSCH!!! Mein Popo!!! AUA!!!! Please, Herr! AUTSCH!!!"

"How dare you to say me, that I'm drinking too much, you, naughty German wench?! I'll teach you how to reprimanding a true British gentleman! And when I'll finish with you, you'll bring me my scotch! Is that clear?!"

"AUTSCH!!! Crystal clear, Herr! AUTSCH!!!"

House Rules

 

On Tiptoe

"I hope, he will not awake before I will change my dress to uniform! If he would find out, that I am late for work again... I do not want to feel the consequences every time I sit down for a week again!"