Girls Will Be Boys (Part 1)

Ludwig and I had a wonderful chat about kinky fantasies yesterday on the phone. And so I decided to present one of the fantasies I came up with as a spanking story. This is only the second fictional spanking story I have ever written, after The Reunion Part 1 and Part 2. Again the story will be in two parts. I hope you like it! I managed to sneak in a catch phrase from one of my favourite British comedy series. Does anyone spot it?

He turned around the corner and continued his path down a long, dark corridor. Suddenly, he became aware of two figures who quietly and very quickly walked down the hallway in front of him. It was around 10.45 pm and the boys were supposed to be in their dormitories, not in this part of the school building. "Wait, you two!" His call reached them when the two had almost made it to the next corner. They stopped and he caught up with them. When he came closer, he could make out the school uniforms the two were wearing. So, they were indeed two of his students. He still couldn't see who they were, though, since they stood with their backs to him, whispering to each other. "Turn around, boys", he demanded when he had finally reached them. Both hesitated for a moment, but then slowly did as they had been told.

They had already been sure that they had successfully mastered the most critical parts on their journey when they suddenly heard footsteps and saw someone turning around the corner only a few seconds later. They quickened their steps, making sure to stay as close to the dark wall across from the windows as possible. They had almost reached the safety of the next corner when a sharp call made them both freeze. For a moment they thought about running, but that wouldn't have worked out anyway. So instead, they discussed what to do, while the steps behind them were quickly coming closer. Neither of them had a good idea, though, and so they finally simply followed the order to turn around and face their captor.

He raised his eyebrow and let out a surprised hiss when he realised that the slim figures in front of him were actually two young women, who were wearing clothes which very much resembled the school uniform of the St Patrick's school for boys and had pinned up their hair. Kate and Nancy didn't know what to say or do. Their gazes alternated between the young man who was now mustering them, each other and the floor. They both hadn't seen their captor before, but Kate figured quickly that this must be Mr Lugner, the young maths teacher who had only joined St Patrick's a couple of weeks ago.
 

"What are you doing here, and at such a late time?" Mr Lugner had found his voice again. The young women looked at each other, unsure what to say. Nancy finally spoke up. "We are here to plan the graduation party, Sir", she replied truthfully. "At 10.45 pm, disguised as boys? Why don't you plan that party during the normal visiting times?" Mr Lugner sounded strict but very calm. "Because it is going to be a big surprise party", answered Nancy. "We won't tell you with whom we were going to meet, though", Kate added quickly. Under no circumstances would they get their friends into trouble. Mr Lugner didn't respond to the last comment. Instead he asked: "How did you get in?" Again the young women exchanged looks and then Nancy answered: "We climbed the fire escape stairs and came in through an open window." Kate pointed out the direction through a corridor window. Mr Lugner's gaze became even stricter. "It's wet and the stairs are very slippery. You could have slipped and injured yourselves!" Kate thought that he sounded genuinely worried.

"Come with me, ladies." The sudden order given in a sharp but still calm voice made both young women wince. But they didn't see the use of arguing and so they silently followed the teacher through the empty, dark hallways which were only illuminated by the moonlight falling through the windows. After what felt like an eternity, at least for Kate and Nancy, the little unorthodox procession came to a sudden halt in front of a high oak door. Mr Lugner opened the door and turned on the light. The tag next to the door identified the room as "Office Mr Lugner" which confirmed Kate's assumption about the teacher's identity.

Mr Lugner beckoned the young women to follow him into the room. He closed the door behind them. Then he went to sit behind the heavy oak desk that dominated the room while Kate and Nancy were looking a bit lost as they were standing in front of the desk, quickly glancing around the room, then at each other and finally at Mr Lugner. "You are students from St Claire's, I take it?" Kate and Nancy bit their lips, images of what was about to happen forming before their mind's eye. In a minute, Mr Lugner would call Mrs Decker, St Claire's old headmistress. They would be sent back to St Claire's where a furious Mrs Decker and hours of drama would await them. But it didn't make any sense to deny were they belonged. Mr Lugner would easily be able to find out who they were, and denying it would only add to their troubles. So they both nodded silently.

Mr Lugner looked out of the window for a moment, contemplating the situation. "We have two possible ways of handling this incident, I think", he then said, calmly looking at Kate and Nancy. "Breaking into the school at night is a misdemeanour that can not go unpunished, as I am sure you will agree. So, I can either call your headmistress, what's her name … Mrs Decker, is it not?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued: "Or, we can deal with the matter right here and now, the way we handle these things here at St Patrick's." After a brief pause, he added: "I leave the decision to you, young ladies." Kate and Nancy stared at him, both trying to process their situation and the choice they had just been given. "Can we discuss that for a moment, Sir?" Nancy asked. "Yes, you may. Tell me when you have made up your minds." And with that, Mr Lugner turned to some papers on his desk.

Kate dragged Nancy to the far corner of the room. "What are we going to do now?" she whispered. Her voice was fearful. "Do you really want the old dragon to find out about this?" asked Kate. Old dragon was the name the girls at St Claire's used to refer to Mrs Decker, as long as she was not within earshot, of course. Imitating Mrs Decker's tone of voice Kate continued: "You girls are a disgrace! You don't have a spark of decency! All you can think of are boys, you filthy little things!" In her own voice she asked: "Do you really want that?" - "No," sighed Nancy, "and besides, I already have two demerits this month which means that I would be grounded next weekend and miss out on our big cinema afternoon." - "And I'm sure she would claim that we came here to do titillating things with the boys, as she would call it. Chances are good that she might even call our parents", Kate violently shook her head. - "Yeah, forget about war, poverty, crime, selfishness. That's a normal part of our society. But women consensually having sex with men? And maybe even enjoying it? That's the demise of the Western civilization", Nancy rolled her eyes.

"So, what then?" Kate asked. "Do we let Mr Lugner deal with the matter?" - "What do you think he meant when he said the way they handle things at St Patrick's? I mean, he can't treat us like his male students, can he?" Nancy gave Kate a questioning look. "I think that's what he meant", Kate replied after a moment, "and my gut feeling tells me that he is serious about it." They both looked over their shoulders to Mr Lugner who was still focussed on his documents. "What do you think he will do with us?" Nancy asked, her voice sounding very worried now. "Hmm", Kate stared on the floor, thinking, "I assume the same thing he would do with two of his students who left the school without permission." - "And what do you think is that?" - "From the things the guys have told us, I would assume that he...", Kate hesitated. - "What!?" - "...that he is going to cane us." Now Kate had said it.

Nancy looked at her in disbelief. For a moment there was silence. Only Mr Lugner's papers made little rustling sounds. "I've never been caned", Nancy's voice was a barely audible whisper now. "Me neither", Kate said, and with a forced tiny smile she added, "maybe it's not much worse than the ruler?" Nancy shook her head and Kate had to admit to herself that she didn't believe it, either. The guys had told them about the strict corporal punishment regime at St Patrick's, and they had even described how awful a caning felt like. "Haven't you?" Kate asked, "I mean, hasn't Bill once shown you … his cane marks?" Nancy gulped and nodded silently. She didn't have to give Kate any description, the look on her face said everything.

"So, what are we supposed to do?" Kate asked. "At least it is over within a few minutes", was Nancy's reply. Kate took a deep breath. "Okay, so we let him deal with it?" she asked. - "If that means that he really doesn't tell Mrs Decker." - Kate sighed and nodded. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to Mr Lugner and then looked back at Nancy. A small grin suddenly appeared on her face. "I know that this isn't the right time and place", she began, "but don't you think that Mr Lugner is pretty handsome?" Nancy snorted and shook her head disapprovingly. "This indeed isn't the right time and place, Ms Pine", she scolded. But then a small grin appeared on her face as well.

With one more deep breath the two young women turned around and went back to Mr Lugner's desk. "Excuse me, Sir", began Kate. Now there was no way back. The teacher put his documents aside and looked at them expectantly. "Now?" - "Mr Lugner, if you deal with us, does that mean you won't tell our headmistress?" asked Kate. "That is correct." Kate threw one last quick glance in Nancy's direction. "Then we would like to ask you to handle the situation the way you do here at St Patrick's." It had been said.

"Okay then, young ladies." Mr Lugner calmly and slowly stood up from his chair. "Do you know the procedures?" Kate and Nancy looked at each other. "No, Sir", replied Nancy, "the only thing we know is that Mr Stewart is an avid advocate of corporal punishment." Mr Stewart was the headmaster at St Patrick's, a quiet and friendly but also very strict man in his late fifties.

"I see", said Mr Lugner, "I'll explain it to you then. Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once." Mr Lugner put his hands behind his back and started walking slowly back and forth behind his desk. "Leaving your own school after curfew and breaking into school grounds are serious offences. You are going to receive twelve cane strokes each. The punishment follows a strict protocol. You will fetch the cane on my request and both bend over the table. You won't leave that position until you have my explicit permission. Not keeping the position during punishment will result in additional strokes. You can grip the far end of the desk in order to better keep yourselves in position. You will count each stroke and thank me. No talking other than that. Do you understand everything?"

At first, neither of the two young women replied. They both looked at the teacher with widened eyes. Twelve strokes? That was a lot worse than they had expected. The teacher just looked at them and waited. And finally, he heard a meek "Yes, Sir" from both of them. "Then let's get this over with." Mr Lugner looked into Nancy's direction. "If you would fetch the cane, please." Nancy looked around somewhat confusedly and the teacher pointed her in the right direction. On taking a closer look, Nancy realised for the first time that there was a rack on the wall beside her which held crooked-handled canes of different sizes. "Excuse me, Mr Lugner, which one am I supposed to fetch?" she asked when she reached the rack. "The second one from the top", was the reply. Kate, who was watching the scene, gulped nervously. The second cane from the top was the second heaviest one. Mr Lugner had been serious about handling this the way they do it at St Patrick's.

Carefully, Nancy took the cane from the rack. Her hands shook so much, though, that she nearly knocked down the biggest cane from the top of the rack in the process. When she held the cane in both hands, almost like a precious item, she realised that it was much more flexible than she had expected given its heaviness and diameter. She turned around, her eyes firmly fixed on the cane, and went back to the desk. Mr Lugner had come around the desk and was already awaiting her. Kate's gaze was fixed on the cane as well. Nancy offered the cane to the teacher. Pictures of historical scenes in which swords were ritually presented to knights popped up in Kate's mind.

Mr Lugner took the cane from Nancy's hands. He made a step aside. "If you would bend over the desk, please, next to each other, two feet space between." Kate and Nancy silently followed the order. At least it seemed like they wouldn't be caned one after another but both at the same time. Kate firmly grabbed the far end of the table and Nancy followed her example. From the corner of her eye she could see Mr Lugner standing behind them, flexing the cane in his hands.

He then positioned himself left from Kate. The teacher tapped the cane a few times against the young woman's trousers, taking aim. For an instant, Kate thought back to how they had donned the trousers before they went out, disguising themselves. She closed her eyes while Nancy watched with horror. Now it was really about to happen.

Suddenly, everything went very quickly. Mr Lugner drew back the cane and the young women heard a sharp swishing sound followed by a loud crack as the cane met Kate's bottom. [To be continued...]