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)
Jane has decided that it would be better if Miss Marlin were to learn today, preferably immediately, that her world here has changed. Ignoring the rules and setting her own will no longer be tolerated.
Kiera does not hesitate to obey, laying her upper body across Jane’s desk with what seems like an almost practiced grace. There is none of the blushing shame that usually accompanies the motions of a girl reluctant to be punished.
“Skirt up,” Jane orders.
Again, without so much as a blush, Kiera lifts her skirt up over her hips. She is wearing a bright red lace thong, a scandalous little number that frames her shapely and generous bottom. Her hips perform a small contortion to settle her back into position. There is an air of worldliness about her which makes Jane certain this is not the first time Kiera has invited punishment with a wiggle.
She nearly hesitates to perform the caning at all, but she knows she has committed now, and no matter how arch the girl, she trusts that the cane will do its work.
Without further preamble, Jane lays the first stroke firmly across the center of Kiera’s cheeks. A bright red stripe appears almost instantly, a satisfying punitive mark placed over creamy skin.
“Oh!” Kiera says, ostensibly to express pain, but just a second too delayed to seem genuine. She is pretending to be hurt, putting on a little performance for Jane’s benefit.
Jane gives her a second stroke, even more firmly, and quite closely below the first one. It should be enough to create a more impressive effect, but it seems to be similarly received.
“Ah!” Kiera gasps. This time, to her credit, she manages to make the sound at a more believable interval, but Jane can tell she is making surprisingly little impression on this student.
Four more strokes are given in the usual manner, and all four are taken with the same level of composure.
“Are you learning your lesson, young lady?”
Jane asks the question because she wishes to hear Kiera speak, not because she imagines she has had the desired effect.
“Oh wow, yeah,” Keira says. “I feel super bad. Very sorry… Is that it, then?”
Jane’s brows rise. Many girls she has encountered at this place have been of the type to talk a big game, but not have the resilience of flesh to back it up. Keira is a different creature.
“Tell me the truth, girl,” Jane says sternly.
Kiera turns her head, tossing blonde hair out of her eyes, and locks gazes with Jane. She cannot hide an impish smile.
“It hurts,” she says, though in a tone that implies she is trying to throw poor, simple disciplinarian Jane a bone.
“Does it,” Jane says flatly. “Back in proper position, young lady. Let me see if I cannot find some true contrition somewhere in you.”
Kiera gives a slight shrug as she shimmies back into place.
“What the fuck,” Storm mouths to her companions.
She, Penelope, and a sweet redhead named Melissa are listening outside the door of Jane’s office. They were in the first-year common room together earlier and saw Kiera make her entrance, watching stunned as the shiny red low-slung car threw up gravel, dust, and even bits of what had been well-manicured lawn as it roared at the chateau, fishtailing and sliding about like a thing possessed.
It was the sort of sight that could not be dismissed but had to be followed. Curiosity drew them down inexorably to Miss Strict’s office. There is danger in lurking here, but they have collectively decided it is worth it to hear what Penners has declared will be the showdown of the century. Kiera’s reputation precedes her, even among girls who are yet to meet her.
So far, she seems to be living up to that reputation, for stroke after stroke has landed, seemingly without end. There has not been so much as a whimper from inside the room, let alone a true cry of pain, shocking Storm and very much impressing Penners.
“Maybe it just doesn’t hurt that much?” Melissa suggests. She has never been so much as spanked before, and it shows.
“It hurts plenty,” Penners says. “Keira’s a machine.”
“So’s Jane,” Storm murmurs.
“The last disciplinarian was a man, and he broke a cane over her butt, and she laughed,” Penners says. “You don’t understand. She’s truly a phenomenon.”
There’s a lull in the strokes, but none of the girls notice it, because they are now too immersed in the argument of who will best who.
Storm is emphatically team Jane. “No matter who this girl is, there’s no way she is withstanding Miss Strict. She can be as phenomenal as she likes, there’s only so much punishment the body can take.”
“Exactly,” Penners replies. “There’s only so much Strict can even do. And Keira will outlast her, I bet.”
Melissa is taking more of a middle ground, alternately agreeing with Storm, and then with Penners, and then back again.