Allan was sitting up in bed, unable to rationalise the situation he was in.

He liked Marie, a lot, and she certainly excited him. She looked after him well during his recovery, as did her mum, and there was no doubt that thrashing her pretty bare bottom was one of the biggest highlights in his life for many years.

However, this development, where Marie had gotten him to not only agree to have sex with her tomorrow, several times, but, to finish off by ejaculating inside her each time, not only thrilled him, but also concerned him deeply.  

Allan was concerned that Marie's mother, if she found out that he was having full sex with Marie, would quite rightly blow a fuse. That he most definitely didn't want. He was also very fond of Marie's mum, but with Marie's chicanery of getting him to blow quite a load into her pussy already, he had to admit that he really wanted to fulfil Marie's desires and totally go the whole distance with her several times tomorrow.

As he sat there, worrying but also getting excited at the prospects and envisioning the sensations, his phone pinged.

It was a WhatsApp message from Marie. A long one.

'Hi Allan, Tonight was the best ever, and thank you for agreeing to us making out fully tomorrow and for promising to get my headmaster to give me a real tawsing and caning to fulfil my fantasy. 

Devastatingly, Sandra has changed her arrangements and is taking me with her to town tomorrow to shop for new clothes before she meets up with her pals for a party in the evening. So, I can't make it tomorrow now. I really hate Sandra, though, not really, as she does really care for me, and she really knows how to use her strap. I don't enjoy it at all when she is leathering me, but, I love the results and after sensations.  

I promise that you'll get to see the results of her discipline soon, and I'm absolutely one hundred percent certain that when she sees the state of my blouse, bra, and tits when you shoot all over them, Sandra will thrash me so very hard that I'm going to be a very sorry, sore girl for you. Mind you, not really sorry.

So again, sorry; I hope you still love me and that we can do it when I visit next week.

In the meantime, here is a video of me undressing just now and playing with myself till I cum a few times. I know you like me to orgasm more than once.

Also my very red-striped and sore bottom, oh, and of course a photo of my pussy leaking the cum you naughtily shot inside me.

Until we can do it again, fully and properly, next week, you are the best, your princess Marie.' 

Allan was both relieved but also hugely disappointed that he and Marie wouldn't be spending all day tomorrow making love. However, the wait would allow him to rest and build up his cum reservoir and allow him to buy some nice things he wanted to buy for Marie, including nice underwear and some gorgeous expensive body lotion with which to give her a sexy massage.

Yes, the added wait was a lucky change to plans, and it would allow him to chat further with Mr Grisham about the thorough strapping and caning he should give Marie, and about another little twist that would add to Marie's discomfort.

Now, with the double detention, Marie was both anxious and excited as she sat in the detention classroom with several other girls. However, she knew she was the only girl with a double detention, which would mean being sent to the headmaster for the cane.

She had feelings of both fear and excitement caused by her anticipation of being caned. She loved both feelings, even as they happened one after the other, time and again.

Marie knew that Allan had said he would arrange for her to be caned by the headmaster, Mr Grisham. Allan knew Mr Grisham and had set her up by informing him that she had stolen some books from the cottage library and used them to complete her last college essay, as that helped her set about how to phrase her answers, describe everything, and come up with her conclusions. It was a lie, deliberately told by Allan to get Marie caned. Allan had explained to Mr Grisham that, whilst this was something that should be punished by expulsion, it was agreed that Mr Grisham would, instead, give Marie a severe thrashing.

So, with both apprehension and excitement bouncing around her mind, Marie sat there doing her lines, knowing that her college knickers were getting damper and damper.

When Mr Grisham's secretary, Miss Saunders, entered the detention classroom, everyone looked up and then looked towards Marie as Miss Saunders glared at Marie and instructed, "Come with me, Marie, to the headmaster's study." 

Marie's apprehension increased as she stood up and walked towards the door, knowing that all the other girls were staring at her, but that somehow made her feel that she was the hero of the detention classroom just at that moment, as, after all, it was so well known that Mr Grisham caned the girls really severely. All the girls were well aware that whilst the cane certainly taught them to behave, every single girl came out of his study with tears flooding down their face, rubbing and clutching their stinging bottoms, and telling themselves, and their friends, that they must never earn another caning.

As Marie walked behind Miss Saunders towards the headmaster's study, she told herself that she was really hoping that she would cope with all of the pain of the caning. Even so, she was just pleased that the caning itself would be carried out in private, so, if she did cry out or had tears streaming down her face, no one would see her actually struggle as the caning took place.

That was what Marie had expected. However, what she didn't know was that Allan had decided to ramp up the punishment by suggesting to Mr Grisham that Sandra attend and watch Marie being thrashed. Allan knew that Sandra did spank Marie, and Marie never objected to being spanked by her. Sandra was a close friend of her mum and was looking after her whilst her mum was away, and Marie saw it as right that Sandra should have full and complete spanking and disciplinary rights over her.

However, as Marie entered the secretary's office, she was so surprised to see Sandra sitting on one of the chairs next to the door to the headmaster's study. That was where the girls had to sit, normally listening as another girl was inside the study being caned. All the girls said that it increased the horror for them, knowing that their turn would be next.

As Marie sat down next to Sandra, she looked at her, and Sandra, seeing the look, said, "The headmaster asked me to come so that I could give my consent to you being thrashed and avoid you being expelled."

Straight after finishing saying that, Miss Saunders snapped, "No speaking, please."

Marie wasn't surprised at that instruction, although she did smile when she saw the look of surprise on Sandra's face. However, she enjoyed the fact that Sandra stopped talking. A few moments later, the intercom sounded on Miss Saunders's desk, and the instruction was given, "Send them in, please."

Sandra and Marie exchanged glances as they stood up, and Marie thought that Sandra had the look of a girl who was worried. However, Marie quickly set that thought aside, as she knew that the only one of them who was going to be punished right now was herself.

Marie made a point of knocking on the door to the study and waiting for Mr Grisham to call out to enter, and only then opened the door, let Sandra walk in first, followed behind her, closed the door, and they both went and stood in front of Mr Grisham's desk.

Mr Grisham looked up and said. "Both of you sit down, please."

Once both were seated, Mr. Grisham looked at Marie and said in a very stern voice, "What you've done wrong is extremely serious and, normally, would lead to your expulsion. However, I have decided to give you a choice. Clearly, you will need to be caned. However, six strokes will not be enough. I have set the tariff at twelve strokes. Those strokes will be carried out on your bare bottom. However, before that, I will start your punishment with twenty-four lashes of my leather strap, although your bottom will be protected by your knickers. The intent is that your bottom will be very, very sore by the time you get the cane."

Mr Grisham had been asked by Allan to up the punishment in that way, as he reckoned that Marie would like that.

As Marie listened to Mr. Grisham explaining the punishment, her apprehension was clearly increasing because she knew that this was going to be a far more severe thrashing than the ones that Allan had given her. On the other hand, she was also getting so excited because she wanted to suffer this amount of pain, knowing that suffering pain was actually experiencing the sexual excitement of being thrashed like that. Everything told her that she wanted to experience that and just hoped that it would be as painful, unbearable, and hard to cope with as she wanted it to be.

Mr Grisham looked at Sandra and asked, "You need to agree first. So, if Marie wants to take the punishment rather than being expelled, do you agree?" 

Sandra knew that Marie would prefer the thrashing, even one as hard as had been described, so she replied, "Yes, headmaster." Sandra knew she was excited at the thought of watching such a hard thrashing, though.

Mr. Grisham then demanded of Marie, "Will you take the punishment or the expulsion?"

Marie gasped and looked towards Sandra, but could tell from the look on Sandra's face that the only choice was to take the punishment. Equally, Marie knew that was the only decision she was going to make, and she therefore looked back towards Mr Grisham and replied. "I will take the punishment, please, sir."

Mr. Grisham knew that that was the reply that Marie was going to give her, certainly so far as what Allan had told him was concerned. Happy with that, he then told Marie what Allan told him to say, which was, "When you get home, you will be getting a bare-bottom spanking from your guardian here. That will be with her hand and a hairbrush, and, should she decide that a further bare-bottom leathering is also due, then you will get that as well. I'll leave that to her, but do encourage her to do so thoroughly. After all, your actions have been of the utmost gravity, and punishment at school should always mean spanking at home, after all."

It made Marie go all anxious again, because she wasn't expecting that. On the other hand, she was again getting excited because she loved the thought of being spanked again and by Sandra.

Marie knew that a reply was expected, and she said, "Yes, sir, understood."

Sandra smiled to herself but kept a straight face because she knew that that was going to be said, and she was certainly looking forward to spanking Marie again, this time when she already had a very red and welted bare bottom. She knew it wouldn't take very much to make Marie cry, not after so much pain that she was about to get. After all, in her day, when she had suffered a spanking at boarding school, she then always got a spanking from the housemistress before bedtime. She knew the effect was only a good one so far as behaviour was concerned, although not good for the state of her bottom for ages afterwards.

Sandra also knew the thought of giving Marie a second, very, very sound bare-bottom leathering with her thick leather strap on her already exceedingly sore and welted bare bottom would have Marie howling and writhing wildly, and her pretty little bottom even more welted. These thoughts had Sandra soaking her own knickers.

Mr Grisham was satisfied everything was agreed, so he stood up, went to the cupboard, and took out what Marie saw was a very thick leather strap. It made her gasp, as she knew that it was going to be very similar to the pain when Allan thrashed her with his leather tawse. So, the only thing she didn't know was whether Mr Grisham would make this more painful than Allan would have done. However, she was about to find that out.

As Mr Grisham walked back to the desk, he instructed, "Raise your dress up so it is above your waist, then bend over the desk and grab the far side."

Mr Grisham had already cleared away what was on top of the desk.

Marie did what she was told, yanking the hem of her college dress up above her waist, holding it there before bending over, then stretching and clasping hold of the far side of the desk.

Marie was breathing heavily as she looked at the surface of the desk and heard Mr Grisham position himself. She certainly wasn't expecting to be thrashed with both a strap and the cane, but quickly came to terms with that, and everything told her that this really was going to be the very hard thrashing she wanted to have happen to her. She knew she was going to have tremendous orgasms when she got home, or, at least, she would do after Sandra had thrashed her this evening, and was looking forward to having them.

Mr Grisham didn't give any notice to Marie and just landed the first really hard lash across her knicker-covered bottom. He knew it was a shock and enjoyed listening to the loud gasp. Mr Grisham knew that he enjoyed thrashing the girls, although, to be fair, it was aimed at improving the girls' behaviour, and that did happen. So, he didn't see anything wrong with him enjoying giving the thrashing. Mr Grisham then proceeded to land lash after lash all over Marie's bottom, leaving just a short gap between each lash, knowing that the stinging pain would intensify very quickly that way. He was pretty sure, from the way that Marie was gasping louder and louder, that that was exactly what was happening.

Marie was certainly struggling with the intensity of the stinging pain as each lash with the strap landed. As much as she was struggling, she also knew that she was coping reasonably well, although she was aware that her eyes were filling with tears, and those tears were dribbling down her face. What she also knew was that the stinging pain was too great to enable her to keep a count of the number of lashes that Mr Grisham landed with his strap, but she wasn't worried about that at all.

When the lashes eventually stopped, Marie realised she was already sobbing. She told herself that meant that Mr Grisham had landed each lash really hard, but that made her feel even better. So, as Marie struggled with the stinging pain, she knew she really had to thank Allan for arranging this punishment with Mr Grisham.

Marie was surprised when she heard Mr. Grisham say to Sandra, "You may want to feel her bottom to see how warm it is and to feel the welts."

Marie heard Sandra reply, "Sounds good, Mr Grisham," and then Marie actually groaned with delight as she felt Sandra's hand rubbing her bottom in circles, but also running her fingers over her knickers, feeling each of the thick, hard welts. She couldn't stop herself from groaning, realising that it was almost sexual. Actually, it was sexual, she realised. She just hoped that her sex juice was not staining her knickers so that Mr Grisham or Sandra actually saw it. After all, Marie knew that she was always so turned on whenever she was thrashed.

Of course, Mr Grisham knew that Marie would be turned on, as Allan had told her to thrash her hard for that exact reason. Letting Sandra rub Marie's bottom, even over her knickers, was intended to add to Marie's arousal, and clearly it was.

Sandra saw the stain on Marie's knickers, and whilst surprised, she knew what that meant. Luckily, she was also very happy to give long, hard spankings and would more often now that she knew how Marie was turned on by it. She could certainly see herself having a lot more fun, at Marie's pain-filled expense, with her strap, too.

Once Sandra felt her own vulva throbbing with sexual excitement, she nodded to Mr Grisham and asked, "Is it the cane now?"

Mr Grisham replied, "Yes, it is. Can you please pull Marie's knickers down for her?" 

Marie heard the instruction and felt so embarrassed when Sandra did as she was told. However, as the naughty girl in the room, Marie knew she had no say about her punishment, and so, between them, Mr Grisham and Sandra could make her as humiliated as they felt like doing. Equally, Marie knew that she could hardly complain, particularly as her bottom was already stinging so much, and, if she said anything to annoy Mr Grisham, maybe those twelve cane strokes would increase. As she thought that, she wondered whether she wanted to have a greater number, but decided that twelve would be enough for today, anyway.

Mr. Grisham certainly enjoyed seeing a girl's bare bottom ready to be caned. This girl's bottom was even better because both bottom cheeks already had some serious welts that he had painted across her bottom with the strap. However, as much as he enjoyed using the cane and had a reputation for only caning very hard, he knew that he never took a girl too far. He was certainly up for making sure that she cried and that the caning was memorable, but he wasn't up for doing more than that.

That was what he intended to do to Marie. He knew from Allan that she could take a hard caning and actually wanted a hard caning. Whilst he could make it memorable for her, he knew the intent was also for her to find out whether being caned was something that she would want to happen again, purely for sexual reasons.

So, as Mr Grisham positioned himself, tapping the cane a couple of times on Marie's bare bottom, he was ready to do what Marie actually wanted, which was a hard caning, and which, in Allan's view, would ultimately leave her sexually aroused.

When the first stroke landed, Marie gasped with the pain. She had been hit often enough with a strap but realised this was very different. The second stroke made her gasp even louder, and the third stroke louder still. Even so, the last thing Marie wanted was for the caning to stop, and she even wanted the strokes to become harder.

As stroke after stroke landed, Marie knew that she was clasping hold of the far end of the desk simply to stop herself trying to cover her bottom with her hands. She didn't want to do that, but that was almost a natural instinct given the amount of pain she was struggling to cope with. As still more strokes landed, and Marie struggled even more, she was also telling herself that this was exactly what she wanted to experience, really understanding that with pain came sexual pleasure for her. She even smiled to herself, picturing the bulge that was probably pushing out Mr Grisham's trousers. The main point, for her, though, was that she was coping with the pain.

As even more strokes of the cane landed, Marie did wonder what Sandra might be thinking. Would she be thinking that as she was clearly coping, even though gasping after each stroke, as it would mean that she would be able to spank her even harder than she had done to date? Well, Marie told herself that wouldn't be so bad and would actually be rather good.

As much as Marie hated every stroke, she was also loving them all, and so, when the strokes stopped and she realised that she was sobbing, her eyes were tear-filled, and the tears were dribbling down her face, she wanted to ask for even more strokes. However, she knew that it wasn't her place to do so here, but she certainly intended to be sent to Mr Grisham again after another double detention for more strokes of the cane.

As Marie lay there, still sobbing, she heard the instruction to get up. She managed to push herself up, and, instead of rubbing her very stinging bottom cheeks, she pulled her knickers up and straightened out her college dress. She looked at both Mr Grisham and Sandra, realising that both were blurred, given the tears that filled her eyes. That made her even more delighted, particularly as she felt her vulva quivering, as Mr. Grisham told her she was free to leave the study and could go straight home. She also heard Mr Grisham remind Sandra that she had to give her a spanking when they got home. Whilst Marie wasn't looking forward to that, she also knew that she was looking forward to it, and then the huge orgasms she would be bound to have afterwards.

Marie turned again and looked at Mr Grisham and couldn't help but say, "Thank you for caning me, Mr Grisham. I know I deserved it. Should I expect a lot more of this going forward, every time I get a double detention or am sent to you for misbehaving in class?"

Mr Grisham nodded.

With that, Marie turned and walked towards the blurred door to the study, and was pretty sure that Sandra was following her. After walking out of the study and then out of the secretary's office into the corridor, Sandra led the way out to the car park.

As they walked towards the exit, they passed the toilets. Marie turned to Sandra and asked, "I really do need to go to the toilet. May I, please?"

Sandra gave Marie a knowing look but agreed.

Moments later, Marie was in one of the cubicles, sitting on the lid of the pan, her knickers off, and her hand between her parted legs, fingering herself to a huge orgasm. She tried to keep her gasps as quiet as she could, but knew that if anyone was out by the sinks, they would certainly hear her. However, she knew she had to relieve herself because she was just so excited by the way her bottom was stinging so intensely.

After calming down from her orgasm, Marie quickly put her knickers back on, stood up, straightened out her dress again, and walked out into the corridor. She smiled at Sandra, and, as her eyes had now cleared, she saw the knowing smile that Sandra gave her. However, neither made a comment.

Once they were both seated in the car, Sandra looked towards Marie and reminded her, "Let's not forget, Marie. I need to give you a spanking when we get home. I expect you to do your homework, have some supper, shower, and then I will give you the spanking. You will then go to bed straight afterwards. Is that all understood?" 

Marie heard how her evening was going to be, but was getting excited as Sandra was explaining it. She replied, "Yes, Sandra, I do understand. Do you intend to do as Mr Grisham suggested and also leather my bare bottom THOROUGHLY"? 

Sandra knew what she fully intended doing but wanted Marie to enjoy the uncertainty and felt her own pussy quiver as she replied, "I'll leave you to worry about that and consider whether I should and whether I will, Marie." 

As they drove home, all Marie could think about was how glad she was that Allan had arranged for her to be caned, knowing that it was based upon a lie but was exactly what Marie wanted to happen to her. She was going to make sure she thanked Allan the next time she saw him, and she was pretty sure she knew just how he would like that to happen, spurting his cum into her for sure.

It only took a few minutes to drive home. Once there, Marie went to her bedroom to do her homework. She did smile when Sandra placed a rather thick cushion on the chair she was going to sit on, and, as Marie sat on the cushion, she was so thankful.

Following on from that, Marie did her homework, ate the supper that Sandra had prepared for her, and went to have a shower. Once undressed, and before she got in the shower, Marie looked at her bottom in the mirror, gasped at the red and welted bare bottom cheeks from the cane, but smiled as well. She also enjoyed running her fingers along the cane welts and knew she was getting excited as she did that.

As Marie then stepped into the shower and washed herself, she felt so happy and relaxed. She loved it when her bottom was stinging, and that's exactly how she was feeling now.

Once she had got out of the shower and dried herself, Marie called out from the upstairs landing downstairs and said to Sandra, "I've done with my shower, Sandra. I need to be spanked." Even as she said it, Marie knew she was getting excited at the prospect of even more stinging pain.

Sandra heard Marie's call, picked up the wooden-backed hairbrush she was going to use to spank Marie with, and took it with her upstairs.

Marie was waiting for her in her bedroom, which was where Sandra always thrashed her. Sandra immediately turned the chair around from the desk so it faced into the room, sat down, pointed to her lap, and ordered the still naked Marie, "Get across my lap, young lady."

Marie knew that the anticipation of being spanked already caused her sex juice to dribble down her inner thighs, and she also knew that Sandra saw that happening as well. It didn't worry Marie, though, as she bent down across Sandra's lap, catching her fall with her hands on the floor and lowering her full weight onto Sandra's thighs. Just moments later, Marie felt Sandra's hand rubbing her bare bottom in circles.

Sandra had to admit to enjoying having the naked Marie, who was just seventeen but nowhere close to being too old to be spanked, lying across her lap, her bottom in exactly the right position to be spanked. She certainly loved the feel of those raised welts from the cane as she both rubbed Marie's bottom in circles and ran her fingers along those welts. Why shouldn't she, she told herself, as it did emphasise the fact that Marie had to suffer the cane, albeit that it was Allan who had arranged it.

Even as Marie was beginning to let out erotic gasps as her bottom was being rubbed, that soon changed as soon as Sandra started to spank each bottom cheek in turn, harder and harder, causing the already intense stinging to sting even more. Sandra kept on spanking Marie's bare bottom, loving how each cheek flattened under her hand, each spank being rewarded with either a gasp or Marie squirming around on her lap, but certainly, it was clear that Marie was struggling.

As the spanking continued, so Marie enjoyed the submission and the pain, more so when Sandra started to spank her with the wooden-backed hairbrush. Once again, the pain was getting so great that Marie couldn't stop herself crying, but, for her, that was an important part of each punishment. Once again, she relished the fact that with so much pain came so much pleasure for her.

Having given Marie a severe thrashing, Sandra knew how much she enjoyed it, particularly leathering her sexy bare bottom, and knew she would be doing this again on a very regular basis.

Once again, as the spanking ended, Marie was sorry but was looking forward to being in bed by herself, knowing just how sexually aroused she was. In fact, it was only minutes later that she was in bed, the light switched out, all electronics taken away from her, and she lay there, knowing that she had to thank Allan so much. Even as she was fingering herself to the first of several huge orgasms, she was saying 'thank you' over and over again to Allan. She told herself she couldn't wait to have Allan empty his load into her as her huge thank you to him.

As Marie drifted off to sleep, she knew that the stinging pain helped to make her relax, and she did smile to herself, thinking how, after being both caned and spanked, she must now be a good girl. She certainly felt like a good girl, as she always did after the exhaustion of so many huge orgasms. Hopefully, she wouldn't be a good girl for long, though.