LunchTime Licking
by Nixdown
Helen Carlton blushed ruefully as the Duty Prefect approached. She knew she
was bang to rights and had no doubt that the bullying Yvonne Godfrey would have
no hesitation in making the most out of the situation.
"I saw that Carlton," Yvonne snapped, "in a hurry for lunch are
you?"
"N.. N..No...not really Godfrey, I'm sorry, I can go back if you want,"
Helen stammered.
"Oh sorry are we Carlton," Yvonne sneered. "You push in line
bold as brass and now you're sorry."
Helen reddened.
"You see the Gal at the end of the line Carlton?"
Helen nodded miserably.
"Well you go outside and wait in the corridor and when that Gal is sitting
down I'm going to come and have a few words with you. NOW GET OUT OF THE HALL!"
With bowed head and a heavy tread Helen trudged out of the hall and into the
corridor. Some of the Gals in line gave her sympathetic grins but Helen was
in no mood to return them. It was a long wait before the last Gal had finally
collected her lunch tray and made her way to her seat giving Helen plenty of
time to ruminate on her misfortune.
Like most Gals in the school she despised Yvonne Godfrey. Helen watched disconsolatly
as Yvonne entered the corridor. She had an uncomfortable feeling that she was
about to get a humiliating scolding, doubtless delivered at one hundred decibels
so everybody could hear. Helen Carlton was in for an unpleasant shock.
Yvonne Godfrey grinned wolfishly at Helen. "Hungry are we Carlton, fancy
some lunch now you've waited so long?"
"Oh yes Godfrey, thank you Godfrey, shall I cut along then," Helen
said hurriedly. The fourth former couldn't believe her luck. Godders was letting
her off.
Yvonne Godfrey continued to smile. "Yes Carlton you can cut along."
Helen breathed a sigh of relief and started towards the door.
"But not just yet Carlton," Yvonne grinned, "I think we'd better
have some whops first, wouldn't you agree."
Helens heart sank, she should have known better. She turned and faced Yvonne
dejectedly. Helen was particularly opposed to the suggestion of whops. However,
she knew there was no point in arguing, if Yvonne said it was going to be whops
then whops it was going to be.
"Alright Godfrey," she said quietly, "if thats how it is why
don't we go and get it over with."
"That's the spirit Carlton," Yvonne smiled, "but you're hungry
and it seems such a waste of time traipsing all the way to my study, why don't
we just deal with this here and now. Why don't you just go over there by the
door and touch your toes?"
Helen stared at the Prefect. "W..whaw...what d..do you mean," she
managed to stutter.
"I would have thought it was quite clear Carlton," Yvonne said nonchalantly,
"I want you to go over to the door, to bend over and to touch your toes."
Helen stared from the Head Gal to the open doorway her mouth open in disbelief.
It was unthinkable. To be caned in the opej doorway would mean every Gal in
the lunch hall, from grubby to prefect, would hear.
"P...P...Please Godfrey, not here. Please don't beat me here, can't we
go to your study?"
Helen hated herself for pleading but it was just to much.
"GO OVER TO THE DOOR, BEND OVER, TOUCH THEM AND GET THAT BIG FAT ASS IN
THE AIR WHERE I CAN SEE IT! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR CARLTON OR DO I NEED TO CALL
JACQUELINE TO HELP YOU?"
Helen felt hot tears of humiliation welling up behind her lids. The threat of
Jacqueline Ivanhoe forcibly bending her over was too terrible to think about.
Helen Carlton was a well developed young lady, perhaps even on the burly side
but Ivan the Terrible was the biggest Gal in the school and as strong as an
ox. Yvonne used her for her most malicious practice known as collaring. The
prefects infamous battlecry of "Jacqueline, collar that Gal," spread
fear into the hearts of the bravest of Gals as Jacqueline Ivanhoe bore down
upon them, spun them around and grabbing them by the scruff of the neck physically
propelled them towards the library to keep an appointment with the pliant ashplant.
In a trance Helen turned and walked towards the doors. Slowly she leant forward
and reached down until her fingers rested on the tips of her pointed shoes.
She waited while Yvonne rearranged her dress, turning back her skirt and exposing
a enviable expanse of navy blue gossamer. She stared at a spot of wooden floor
and tried her best to compose herself.
Helen Carlton was by no means a ruly Gal, her time as a Woody Galhad been tempestuous.
A figurehead in the class of Katherine O'Rielly notorious as the worst behaved
class ever to be assembled in the history of the school she had fared badly
at the hands of teachers, prefects and the Headmistress alike.
Even in a class that had recently acquired the presence of the inimitable Lisa
Sutton to its ranks Helen Carlton was considered a free target. As such she
had been caned on several occasions in front of her classmates but that was
different. Sharing a classroom with such Woody legends as the Minxster, the
Bounder and the WildKat had produced a certain immunity to the shock value of
having to expose your knickers in public. Likewise as a frequent invitee to
the Headmistresses Friday morning gatherings she had seen more bottoms being
swiped than she cared to remember. But nonetheless bent forward in earshot of
the whole school waiting to feel the sharp lick of the ashplant rebounding from
her tautened knickers filled Helen with gloom and she hated Yvonne with all
her heart.
From behind her she heard the clatter of heels on the wooden floor.
"Cripes," thought Helen, "she's taking a run-up!" That was
all she had time to think before the cane lashed across the drum tight knicks.
It was a scorcher. Helen Carltons bottom did not need any more scorchers like
that. But as she blinked back the tears and stiffled a howl she heard the ominous
sound of footsteps approaching a second time.
Yvonne Godfrey was enjoying herself, she stared at the sea of gossamer and started
her run-up. She whipped the cane down and grinned as it sent the full moons
wiggling and jiggling. She ran up again and let loose another scorcher. She
was disappointed that Helen wasn't howling by now, she would dearly enjoy to
have the unfortunate third former demonstrate her obvious discomfort.
Down below Helen was fighting an uphill struggle to take the licking in silence.
Her tender nates felt as hot as Hades. She blinked back big wet tears. It was
difficult to stay in the ignominious stoop with legs straight and fingers balanced
on toes. Her back ached and her bottom throbbed. She braced herself as she listened
to the footsteps for the forth time. The slash of the cane was devastating.
She swallowed hard.
Yvonne Godfrey gripped the cane tightly and begun her run up for the fifth time.
She stooped down and lashed the cane on the soft underlayer of the voluptuous
orbs. Helen hissed with consternation.
As Yvonne walked back both Gals were fully aware they were about to enter the
final battle of wills. Helen Carlton, a veteran with twenty canings already
under her skirt, knew that the last stroke would be the hottest, ripest, spiciest
stripe of six sizzling strokes. Yvonne Godfrey knew that it was her last chance
to make Helen squeal.
The cane cut across Helens knickers with a crack that echoed around the lunch
hall. Every Gal in the hall winced. Helen blinked. She felt giddy and billious,
she blinked again and let her breath out in a long hiss. For a moment she didn't
move then slowly she rose to her feet. She pushed her skirt down and turned
silently to face her nemesis. She was pale and her lip was quivering but she
was determined not to show Yvonne how much she had hurt her.
Yvonne stood smoking rod in hand, bitterly disappointed not to have got more
reaction out of her victim. Still, she consoled herself, Helen was not the first
Gal she had licked and certainly wouldn't be the last. Plenty more fish to fry.
"You may take lunch now Carlton and see me later with your punishment book."
Helen shook her head, "I'm not hungry Godfrey." She couldn't bear
to have to walk into the hall.
"Nonsense Carlton you'll eat your tucker and like it. Nobody is to leave
the hall until you've finished every last mouthful on your plate."
Helen was forced to follow Yvonne to the counter under the gaze of the whole
school. Spitefully Yvonne piled food onto Helens plate. Barely able to sit down
Helen ate her lunch as quickly as possible.
"The school may rise," Yvonne finally allowed, "And by the way
Carlton until the next time. Don't let's make it too long shall we I do so love
to beat that fat ass of yours."
Slowly tears rolled down Helens cheeks.
