PRISCILLA’S FIRST CANING, PART VIII

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PRISCILLA’S FIRST CANING, PART VIIIPRISCILLA’S FIRST CANING (Part VIII)We Meet PriscillaNote:At this point in our publication of the Dr. Stanton files, we have to deal with a very different variety of materials and, consequently, we have chosen a very different mode of presentation. A word of further explanation is therefore in order.Since we began publishing these documents, our picture of them has, in fact, continued to expand and change. The initial discovery of, and concentration on, Dr. Stanton’s own manuscripts included not only his instructional “lectures” on the practice of caning, but a considerable quantity of related material, such as the kind of record-keeping that he advised masters (and mistresses) exercising a consist practice of corporal punishment to maintain, and many other fragmentary notes and even communications. Unfortunately, this material had not been fully or carefully preserved; we suspect that some person (or persons) had searched through it at some time, perhaps removing items they considered problematic for personal reasons. It has been a somewhat tedious process, re-organising and reviewing the results.Another body of material was actually found later, in another chest. This was much more miscellaneous. It consisted mainly of documents from other hands. Quite a lot of this was still directly related to Dr. Stanton, such as, rather remarkably, accounts written by victims of, participants in, and simply observers of, punishments administered by Dr. Stanton himself. Some of it, therefore, can be cross-referenced and used to provide a broader, and/or more detailed, view of events that we find in Dr. Stanton’s own account. Most remarkably, we have instances described from both sides of the equation, so to speak: the experience of a caning recounted from both ends of the cane. This might seem a little less extraordinary, perhaps, for the reasons to which Dr. Stanton himself referred in section VI, above. He caned so many pupils (and occasionally others) over a period of twenty years, that some very exceptional circumstances – and relationships – were almost bound to occur. Considering Dr. Stanton’s intense interests, some of these were certain to attract his special attention.Another part of the material found in the second case does not seem to have been directly related to St. Swithin’s school. Here again, it is not surprising that he should have collected “C.P” material in general. Probably some of it was given to him by members of that select and secret group of young ladies who, having come under his cane, reacted and responded not only positively but even overtly to the experience. We may find it possible to publish one or two of these items. This additional material comes with one regret, provoked by comments in the texts referring to pictorial material. None of this was found. It must have been removed at some point, whether for reasons of envy or embarrassment, we cannot tell.This brings us, finally, to Miss Priscilla X herself. CFor reasons unknown, she was apparently sent to St. Swithin’s rather late in her school career, around the age of 17 or 18. Clearly a very intelligent and literate young lady, she kept a very frank and rather extensive diary. In this, she wrote an honest and revealing account of the very first, very unexpected, and certainly overwhelming occasion when she found herself bending over under Dr. Stanton’s cane. Unlike what was probably the case with many of her fellow pupils, apparently her parents had not previously resorted to corporal punishment. The effect of this explosive experience was hardly what she must have expected, and the later diary records this.Her caning is recorded in Dr. Stanton’s notes, for it obviously attracted his considerable attention. But our own particular attention would not have been so attracted, had we not seen her diary. Fortunately, this privilege has been granted us by unuaual circumnstances. When Priscilla left St. Swithin’s school, she gave the relevant sections of her diary to a close friend, who clearly shared both her secret and her predelictions. There is a note in her own hand, appended to the surviving manuscript.. On leaving St. Swithin’s, she decided to separate herself from these embarrassing , which she had discovered within herself not long before, planning perhaps to excise them from her memory as well. Small hope, we may remark with some certainty!In any case, why did she not simply destroy the records? The answer is given in further notes added by her friend. Their relationship was evidently a very powerful one, even more powerful than Priscilla’s wish to separate herself from this part of her own history. Her friend persuaded her to bestow this “treasure” of the “secret” diary upon her, swearing with the most committed of oaths that she would for ever preserve the gift in absolute confidentiality — in case, perhaps, Priscilla ever found that she wanted, after all, to revisit it? That possibility is encouraged by the very fact that she entrusted the diary into another’s hands, rather than burning it. We should note, in passing here, that Priscilla’s friend, was not the Anna who was caned along with her.In any case, Pricilla obviously agreed her friend’s request. We find no record of what happened subsequently, except that both the diary and other writings by her friend eventually entered what we might call “the Stanton collection”. Are we concerned about breaking this confidence? Well, yes, we are, but considering the amount of time and the complexity of events that have intervened (and, it goes bahis firmaları without saying, a change of all names, of the school and all persons, including Dr. Stanton, we feel there is no danger of embarrassing disclosures.Thus, in concluding and apologizing for this rather lengthy note, we should also explain that what follows is the result of some very careful and quite complicated reworking of several original accounts into one – imagined in one sense, but nevertheless factually authentic in another.PRISCILLA IS GOING TO BE CANED! – DAY ONE (EARLIER)Priscilla and Anna had become a notable pair at St. Swithin’s School for Girls, notable because of the closeness of their friendship, for their similarities and, especially, for their differences. They were both 18, in their last year at the school, and both daughters of parents who lived abroad. This last fact was one thing that brought them together and was also responsible for their remaining at the school for an extra year.Anna was notable both for being a happy young woman and also for being obviously happy with what she was as a young woman. She had a lively intelligence and an even livelier sense of fun that often verged on mischief. She was good at schoolwork but not so good as to draw suspicion, likewise in sports. Many girls enjoyed her company and she was generous with it. She was also very well endowed physically, with a charming face and long blonde hair, and she was tall, with an increasingly remarkable curvaceousness that had resulted in her twice being elected “the girl most likely to succeed in Hollywood.” She had also triumphed in some rather more informal polls, including first place in “the best tits in school” and second place in “the best bum in school.” Besides her widespread popularity she was a member of a much more select group of older girls who had a reputation for testing the limits in a variety of activities and ideas. Her closest friend, however, was Priscilla.Priscilla, at first sight, made a very good pair with Anna. She was also very good looking, tall and blessed with a fine figure, though not as startlingly curvaceous as her friend’s. Her hair was dark and short, contrasting with her Anna’s, and other contrasts were more remarkable. Priscilla was very bright and indeed very bookish also, a fact which made many of the girls suspicious. What is more, her bookish interests were in the classics, a subject that seemed especially remote to many. Her intense interest in the Greeks and Romans had led not only to an increasing expertise in their languages but even more into an imaginary world that she often seemed to inhabit in preference to that of the school around her. Such was her affection for the Ancient Greeks, that her masters often remarked quietly to each other that even her figure was suitable for an Aphrodite, with proportions that looked to be classically perfect rather than exaggerated as current tastes seemed to prefer. Were it not for the fact that she was also very good at hockey, other girls might have regarded her with contempt. As it was, she was more usually regarded with envy, especially for her close friendship with Anna. Hardly any one could understand this relationship, but it was simply a fact that they thoroughly enjoyed talking with each other and that they shared a quirky sense of humor. Anna treated Priscilla’s fascination in the ancients with good-natured indulgence, and Priscilla simply ignored the wilder side of Anna.The friends of Anna who clustered around this wilder side treated Priscilla with respect but they had little direct interaction. Both Anna and Priscilla should have been prefects, were it not for Anna’s escapades and Priscilla’s tendency to live in a world of her own imagination. There was another reason for the headmaster’s decision not to appoint Priscilla a prefect, a reason that might have been obvious to anyone whose attention had been drawn to the evidence. Priscilla was one of the very few girls never to have been caned and the headmaster did not believe in appointing anyone who had not been educated in this experience. Anna had certainly been caned, but was too mischievous to be a prefect.The headmaster’s enthusiastic caning practices received a good deal of attention from most of the girls. This was hardly surprising, since anything that happened as part of the regular school activities attracted such attention. Girls who were caned, which was most of them, naturally paid very close attention at the time. But almost the entire school followed the sagas of the cane with an enthusiasm that strangely matched Dr. Stanton’s own, though his, of course, was much less overtly expressed. When the (generally) weekly announcements were posted, making known to all who was in for a caning that week, the girls clustered around in large numbers and speculated on the offenders’ fate, usually with glee. When the canings had been administered, a view of the punished bottoms was eagerly sought by many, and particularly well-marked bottoms became a topic of excited conversation until both the excitement and the marks themselves slowly faded, to be replaced by a new exemplar.Priscilla ignored it all. Anna had been caned three times and Priscilla found the fact extraordinary and Anna’s readiness to talk about the experience incomprehensible. Even more incomprehensible to her was a vague rumor that Anna’s other group of other close friends had sometimes deliberately let themselves in for a caning. Apparently votes were taken on the basis of an inspection of the welts, and some appropriate kaçak iddaa reward was bestowed on the owner of the bottom that was deemed the most spectacular for the “season”.Priscilla’s refusal to pay attention to the headmaster’s practice of caning, the evidence for which was so wide-spread and so frequent, was not due to any prudery. Indeed, her extensive study of the ancients, especially in the arts, had acquainted her with an acceptance of the naked body that was probably more enlightened than that of many of her fellow students. Priscilla had even come across the story of how a pair of Callipygian maidens, as the histories called them, chose to exhibit their bottoms to a male stranger and request a judgment of whose was the more beautiful. Priscilla herself, in fact, tended to agree with them that this portion of the anatomy had an especial perfection. Further, since she had sometimes been told that her own proportions were remarkably close to those of the Venus’s and Aphrodites as revealed by Greek and Roman statues, she secretly believed that her own bottom was similarly beautiful. She would doubtless have been disconcerted to discover that this same story from the classics was one of Dr. Stanton’s favourites.These thoughts, however, she never shared with anyone, not even with her best friend (until later, as we have revealed above). Neither did she share the intense (and to her rather indelicate) curiosity that most of the girls had about each other’s bodies. If Priscilla were to be considered in any sense prudish, it was in her refusal to participate in her fellow schoolgirls’ prurience. Even Anna, she was uncomfortably aware, seemed to share this curiosity but, happily, kept it out of her conversation.There came a day, however, when Anna’s sense of adventure finally captured Priscilla’s fancy. It was in the first term of their last year and they had been predisposed to discussing with pleasure all the things they could do when school was over. Anna had discovered that the nearby county town was hosting a grand harvest fair, far more exciting than anything that ever happened in the miserable little town outside the school gates. Travel to the county town, of course, was strictly forbidden, unless accompanied by parents. Anna, however, felt she had worked out a foolproof plan. Priscilla, considerably less convinced, nevertheless agreed to join her, as long as no one else in the school knew about it.The Sunday in question arrived and Anna and Priscilla set off for a harmless walk down the local high street, carrying school bags. They parted company shortly before reaching a public convenience at the local bus station. Priscilla went into a shop and Anna went into the public convenience. Five minutes later, Priscilla left the shop and also entered the public convenience, just as a gaily dressed young woman, face partly concealed by a hat, came out of it. The gaily dressed young woman went into the bus station and boarded a waiting bus. Five minutes later, another gaily dressed young woman, also wearing a hat, exited the public convenience and made for the same bus.On the bus they chatted happily, making sure to include no references to the school whatsoever. Half an hour later the bus stopped at the fair ground and off they got. An hour later things were going wonderfully and Priscilla was beginning to enjoy herself. She was even keeping Anna company as the latter chatted up some local boys, who were clearly taken with the two charming young women.Some of the boys were staring to rib Priscilla, who was happy to leave most of the banter to her confident friend. “‘Oose the shy one, then?! Cat got ‘er tongue, ‘ey?!” At this precise moment they were unfortunately not paying attention to some adults and some accompanying teenagers who were passing close by. A middle-aged man in the group and his daughter stopped, hearing voices that were oddly familiar. Staring at the two girls, their eyes suddenly lit up with glee. It was, unfortunately, Mr. Turner, a much disliked English master at the school, and his equally unpopular daughter, a student there. Mr.Turner pounced, demanding. “Anna and Priscilla! What in the name of heaven are you two doing here?!”If they had had a moment to think, they might have pretended innocence and escaped. But they were caught by surprise, gaping at Mr. Turner with utter dismay. Their looks gave them away entirely and Mr. Turner knew he had made a splendid catch. Expressing great outrage and making arrangements with his own family to meet them an hour later, he soon had the two girls in the back of his antiquated car, happily driving them back to St. Swithin’s. Priscilla and Anna sat in the back seat, shocked and silent, not daring to talk or even look at each other. Anna was staring at her lap, horrified at how things had gone wrong. Priscilla stared ahead, unbelieving.When Mr. Turner arrived at the school gates, he drove in so rapidly and stopped so abruptly in front of the headmaster’s residence that the two girls were almost bumped off the seat. Leaping out in his excitement, he ordered them out, marched them to the front door and rang the bell vigorously. A maid appeared, and Mr.Turner demanded admittance to see the headmaster. The maid looked doubtful and in truth she knew that her master was dozing on the couch in his living room. She hesitated and Mr.Turner demanded imperiously to see Dr.. Stanton, “Kindly inform your master that I am here with two of his students whom I have caught in the midst of criminal irresponsibility!” The maid did not actually remember who kaçak bahis Mr.Turner was but, intimidated, she disappeared inside, woke up Dr. Stanton and relayed a garbled message. Dr. Stanton was not happy but instructed her to bring them in.On being admitted, Mr.Turner marched ahead to the headmaster’s living room, with which he was of course familiar, with the two girls following nervously. He entered the room with a flourish and triumphantly announced his catch. Dr. Stanton was still bleary-eyed and stared at them all in stony silence for a few moments. Mr.Turner was visibly upset. “I see,” Dr. Stanton eventually remarked, rather unconvincingly, “Hmm.” Having sized up the group that had entered his living room, however, his mind was beginning to work ahead of his tongue. But he still looked extremely irritated. “So, Miss Anna, you took yourself to the county fair and broke a large number of school rules?” Mr. Turner tried to insert himself back in the conversation, “I have just explained, Dr. Stanton, what I found …” “Quite so, quite so, Mr. Turner, I understood you perfectly, but I need a confirmation from these two young ladies here.” “Well, Miss Anna?” Anna’s face was the only answer that the headmaster needed. “And you, Miss Priscilla, you did the same?” Priscilla’s face was also a silent answer. “I see,” murmured Dr. Stanton again, with increasing appreciation of the situation, followed by another silence as he ran through some documents in his head. “Your conduct is execrable, and I advise you to consult the school notice board tomorrow morning.” A pause, ” Miss Anna, you will receive eighteen strokes of the cane! Miss Priscilla, you will receive twelve!” For a moment his irritation seemed to increase peculiarly and then, as the two girls stared in dismay, he added, “Of the best! Of the very best! You may go — and return to your house immediately to remove those highly irregular garments!” Mr. Turner tried to speak again but Dr. Stanton cut him short again, although with some degree of gratitude, “Yes, Mr. Turner, your alertness is very much appreciated. It is most helpful to school discipline and I thank you for it most warmly! You may return to the rest of your day of rest and give your family my apologies for the fact that you have been obliged to sacrifice their entertainment for the good of the school!He did not, however, sound very warm and Mr. Turner seemed to be expecting some further commendation. Not receiving any, he left the room, impatiently hustling out the two miscreants with him. They thereby missed the thoughtful look that passed across Dr. Stanton’s face as his eyes lighted on the rear view of the two departing girls, rather more revealing of their shapeliness than usual because they were still in their illicit dresses. “I bet I know what that old fogey Turner is hoping,” Dr. Stanton remarked silently to himself. “He’s hoping that I’ll give him a chance to cane these two girls – well, he’s going to be disappointed this time – maybe I’ll offer him a chance when the prize is not so good!” He no longer appeared irritated. Not only did he now have a reason for looking forward to the next day, but he had also realized that he would finally have his opportunity to examine — and cane – a bottom that he had long noticed as both worthy of such attention and also peculiarly lacking it so far. With Anna’s bottom he was already very pleasantly familiar, having caned it on three occasions — he never forgot a bottom once he caned it. Anna’s he had classified as a very fine example of the peach shape, one of the best in the school indeed. But Priscilla’s bottom he thought would turn out to be an apple, and the apple was his favorite shape. He snapped his fingers in another passing moment of irritation, however, wondering why he had designated them for the rather modest number of strokes, eighteen and twelve respectively. They certainly deserved more. His irritation was brief, however, because he never had any difficulty in increasing a punishment through the application of his very well developed technique with the cane.Outside his front door, Mr. Turner had stalked off to his car barely speaking, muttering something about how his self-sacrifice should be better rewarded, and disappeared in a cloud of smoke and a burst of gravel. Anna glared after him with profound distaste. Dr. Stanton was hardly sensitive to the feelings of most of the older girls in the school, who were disagreeably used to the way that some of the older masters tended to stare at where tits and bums made uniforms bulge and to sneak glimpses down blouses and up skirts, but his and Anna’s experience overlapped just enough to result in a shared perception of Mr.Turner. “Dirty old man!” she spat out. Seeing a look of incomprehension on the face of Priscilla, who was actually about to explode out of her state of shock, Anna thought an explanation was expected and continued, “Haven’t you ever noticed?! Most of the male teachers look as though they can’t wait to get inside our knickers, and the real perverts among them think that a chance to cane us would be almost as good! They’re all as envious as hell of old Fuzzy Face because he gets to see so many bare bums and cane them as well! Let’s go behind his house — over there – we can hide away among the trees and talk.””There” was a rather secluded place in the school gardens, where a bench was hidden among some shrubs and trees. Mr. Stanton never went there and neither did the girls in general, since it was too near his residence. It was, however, often used as a first retreat by those who came out of his back door with hands clutching a just-caned bottom and it was in such circumstances that Anna knew it. She hurried Priscilla down a path, not knowing that an explosion was imminent.

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