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Heather's Caning and Humiliation
Heather's day started out beautifully. Both of her parents had jobs that required them to leave early in the morning – so early that the sun had yet to peek over the horizon. Indeed, it was also so early that Heather was allowed to remain in bed and make her own breakfast, as well as find her own way to school.
That morning, Heather snuggled deeper under her bed covers as she had for the past several days, with every intention of making herself a lovely breakfast and skipping school altogether. After all, Heather reasoned to anyone who would listen: she was 19 years old, far to mature to put up with the Catholic summer school that her parents had enrolled her in. She would get into college just fine without the classes, despite the few failing grades she that Heather received in high school.
Besides. Her parents would never know that Heather had skipped her classes. The nuns at St. Catherine's were too old to pay attention to which student attended classes and which ones laid out. And the priest in charge of the school was exceptionally dense and nearly blind.
Heather stretched luxuriously in her bed as sunlight flooded her room. Yes, the day had started out beautifully.
***
In the bathroom, Heather brushed out her long blond hair. It glimmered in the light that streamed through the window, and Heather smiled brightly into mirror as she stroked her long locks. It had been years since she had cut her hair , and it fell in naturally long curls that covered her shoulders in a blond wave.
Heather undressed and examined her body in the bathroom mirror. She had narrow shoulders and Heather's breasts were full and milky white – tan lines outlined each lovely globe. Her stomach was flat and firm but deeply tanned thanks to all of the time that Heather had taken off from school. The dark tan of the rest of her torso seemed highlight her nubile breasts, as though offering them up for inspection.
The rest of Heather's body was smooth, though a tan line likewise marked where her bikini bottom covered her sweet, pert ass and delicate pussy. Heather's small thatch of pubic hair was blond, like the hair on her head, though much curlier. Heather stroked herself, allowing the middle finger of her right hand to briefly slip into her pussy and smiled brightly into the mirror. She had the world by the tail; her parents were clueless about her real activities, and the school officials didn't care whether or not she showed up for class. Placing her hands on her slim hips, Heather thought to herself that it would be a beautiful summer.
* * *
While making a breakfast of sausage, eggs, melon and a glass of juice, Heather heard a rattling at the front door. “Mail's here,” she said to herself, while spearing a sausage link. “Odd, though. The postman's not normally here until mid afternoon.” Heather dismissed the early arrival of the post, and took a leisurely bite of the sausage. For a moment she imagined it a small penis slipping between her lips. Not that Heather would ever tolerate a boy with such a small dick, but it made her feel wicked to bite into the wiener and think of it as her boyfriend's cock. Heather relished the juices from the sausage squirting into her mouth, then put down her fork and skipped to the front door to retrieve the morning post. When she opened the post box there was only one letter there, and oddly enough, it wasn't stamped. Even without the proper postage, Heather saw that the letter was addressed to her parents and from her school. Frowning, Heather closed the front door and slit open the envelope with a well-manicured fingernail. Inside was the worst news possible.
From: Sister Mary Ignatius, Our Lady of Grief, Smithville Lane
To: The Parents of Heather Tory
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Tory
I am sorry to inform you that your daughter, Heather, has been absent from school these last five days, and is now seriously in jeopardy of failing her summer make-up classes. As we all know, these classes are required for Heather, if she expects to enroll into college of her choice this fall. It is also my understanding that Heather is frequently disruptive when she does come to class, breaching school rules at every opportunity.
I am sorry to inform you that if Heather does not attend her classes every day this week, we will be forced to expel her. She will not graduate, and she will likely not be able to attend college.
Feel free to contact me if you have any questions or concerns.
Yours,
Sister Mary Ignatius, Acting School Dean
“Shit!” Heather stared goggle-eyed at the letter, re-reading each word. Her face had gone pale under her lovely tan. “Shit, shit, shit!” Heather cried out, her hands shaking as she held the letter. “Oh, my God,” she said. “This can't be happening!” But no matter how many times Heather re-read the letter, the words didn't change.
Heather crumpled the letter and dashed upstairs to her bedroom. It was Monday, and the school period hadn't yet ended. Maybe if she attended class today – and every other day – the school wouldn't expel her. “Oh, shit!” Heather murmured, yanking on her short plaid skirt. “I can't let this happen.” Heather slipped into fancy lace bra. She pulled the snaps around to the front, just under her firm breasts to fasten it, but her hands were shaking.
“Calm down,” she thought. “You can make this right. Calm down.” Heather's own words to herself worked. She was able to fasten the bra. Heather pulled the undergarment around her body, allowing each of her white breasts to settle into the cups. She snatched her white blouse from the end of the bed, put it on and buttoned it quickly. “Maybe if I just slip into class, no one will notice.” The thought was comforting. Heather was certain that she would be able to get into the school unnoticed and resume her studies. “No one has to know.” Heather crumpled the letter into a tight ball, threw into the trash can, and then rushed out her bedroom door. “This will work!” she said to herself. “I just go into the classroom and sit down like I've been there all day.” Heather dashed out the front door. It was only three blocks to Our Lady of Grief. She would have to sneak inside, but once in the school, no one could say that she hadn't been there all day.
***
Heather ran the three blocks to the school, her tanned legs a blur of motion. Her plaid skirt was short enough that the occasional passerby caught a quick flash of Heather's white cotton panties. But Heather couldn't worry about the possible free show that she was giving bystanders. Heather had to get into the school, and she had to do it both quickly and quietly. Heather dashed up the stairs and leaned against the imposing door of the Catholic church. She put an ear to the door and listened intently. Heather heard nothing on the other side of the door. Opening it carefully, Heather slipped inside the school.
“You must be Miss Heather Tory.” Heather startled at the voice and saw a woman shrouded in darkness and black robes standing in the shadows to the right of the door. “Do come in, Miss Tory.”
Heather stammered. “My alarm,” she said. “It didn't go off this morning. I am sorry to be late!”
The nun stepped from the shadows, and Heather gawked at the woman; this woman did not look like any nun Heather had ever seen.
“I am Sister Mary Ignatius,” the nun said. “And you are more than late. You have already missed more than a week of school.”
Heather opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was still stunned by the appearance of the nun. Though the robes covered nearly all of the nun's body, Heather could see that she was not one of the old women so typical of the order. Sister Mary was not a young woman, but closer to 40 years old. Her face was smooth and sharp, and the nun seemed to be violently beautiful. In the red light of the sun passing through the stained glass windows above the door, Sister Mary seemed glow.
“I-, I-,” Heather started. But the nun cut her off quickly.
“You have disrespected this school,” Sister Mary said. “You have disrespected the teachers. You have disrespected your parents. And now, you will be expelled.”
Tears started in Heather's eyes and streamed down her face. “Oh no, Sister. Please don't expel me. I just woke up late! I was coming to school!”
Sister Mary folded her hands as though in prayer and shook her head. “You skipped all of last week, and you would have skipped all of this week, were it not for the letter that I sent to your parents.”
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