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 The Adventures of Cassie Daniels ====================================== by
Billie Shears

   Chapter One, "First Offence"

   Years Seven and Eight had been hell for Cassie Daniels.  She had been
the victim of every bully, every class joker, every spiteful p.e.  teacher.
When she returned to school in September to start Year Nine, she was
resolved that this would change.

   As the first week went by, she attracted little of the bullies'
attention, and began to feel as if her new attitude was working.  By
Thursday she was feeling very confident walking down the narrow corridors
of the school, and was not phased when she noticed one of her former
bullies walking the opposite way.  In fact, she barely acknowledged the
girl at all, keeping her face impassive.  Inside, she was rejoicing
silently, certain that this year was a much better year than the last, and
that it would remain so.  Lost in these happy thoughts, Cassie didn't
notice the bully's left foot veer into her path as they met, and before she
could raise her hands in defense she had fallen face first onto the hard
tiled floor.  She heard the snigger of two girls further along the
corridor, and the snort of the bully, now escaping behind her.  Indignant,
she drew herself up, and with only a moment's hesitation spun on her heels
and sped up behind the bully.  She laid a hand upon her assailant's arm and
spun her around, sending her foot behind the girl and pushing her backwards
over it.  The bully fell flailing to the floor, landing a reasonable blow
to her head but apparently ignoring it.  She was up again in seconds and
swinging an angry fist towards Cassie's temple.  Cassie ducked, shrugging
her bag off her shoulders, and emerged to deliver a blow to the bully's own
head.  Blows exchanged again and again, until, when the bully took a
handful of Cassie's hair, Cassie's hands found her throat.

   "Now, now!" came a booming male voice from behind the congregated
onlookers, "What's going on here?" The bully immediately relinquished her
hold, and Cassie, rather more reluctantly, also let go.  "The little bitch
attacked me, Sir!" The bully protested, as Mr Edwards, Cassie's Year Seven
English teacher, approached through the dissipating throng.  "That's a
lie!" Cassie defended, "She tripped me, she started it!" Mr Edwards held up
a hand to quiet her.  "I think it would be better if we all took a walk to
my office, and continue this in private." He led the way with the bully
tailing him and Cassie coming dejectedly behind.  When they were all
inside, he gestured the girls into two chairs facing his desk and sat down
behind it.

   "Well?" he asked.  "Cassie attacked me, Sir, she just came up behind me
and pushed me over!" "She tripped me!" Cassie insisted, "I was just walking
past her and she tripped me over!" "Sir, she's lying, I wouldn't do that."
"Miss Reeves," Mr Edwards smiled, "That is precisely the sort of thing you
would do.  And Cassie does not strike me as the sort of person to go around
attacking people for no reason." "That's prejudice, sir, I don't do that
anymore!" Reeves protested.  "Nonetheless, fighting is against the school
rules, Miss Reeves.  You will stay behind after school, in detention." "No,
sir, please!  I've got to get home..." "You are dismissed, Miss Reeves."
Reeves angrily gathered her bag from her feet and stomped out, scowling. 
As the door closed behind her, Mr Edwards turned to Cassie.  "Cassie," he
sighed, "it is unacceptable to fight in school, no matter what cause you
may have." "Please sir," Cassie pleaded, "I can't have detention, sir.  I'm
needed at home!" "I'm not going to give you a detention, Cassie." Mr
Edwards informed her.  He stood up and moved to the window, where he began
to close the blinds.  "I am aware that your record at this school so far
has been exemplary.  You are never in trouble, your grades are always very
high - except in P.E.  -" he smiled, and having finished closing the blinds
came around the desk and perched on the edge of it, "but you have broken
the rules, and you must be punished." "I don't understand, sir." Cassie
said, puzzled.

   "Stand up, Cassie." Mr Edwards ordered.  She did as she was told, and Mr
Edwards stood up too and took a step to his right.  "Come here, please."
Cassie hesitantly walked the short distance to his side and looked up at
him.  He was easily half her own height taller than her, if not taller
still.  He laid a hand on her shoulder and gazed down at her sternly.  "In
this school we do not permit fighting, Cassie, and you are going to learn
that it is not acceptable to break the rules." He removed his hand from her
shoulder.  "Bend over my desk, Cassie." All at once Cassie was a little
girl again, fully understanding what Mr Edwards planned, but not willing to
accept it.  "Wh-what?" She stammered, eyes wide.  "You will do as you are
told, young lady, if you know what's good for you.  I won't tell you
again." Cassie hesitantly turned and lowered herself over his desk,
flattening herself onto its cold, hard surface.  She felt his hand press
down on her lower back.

   "I will teach you the virtues of obedience, Cassie, and I do not hope to
hear any objection.  I am going to spank you ten times, and I want you to
count each one.  Do you understand?" Cassie was speechless, her mouth
gaping and her lip quivering.  Mr Edwards delivered a sharp slap to her
thigh, visible below the line of her pleated skirt.  "Do you understand?"
he repeated.  "Yes, sir!" she squeaked, as the sting in her leg shot up her
spine.  "Very good." said Mr Edwards, proceeding to lift her skirt and lay
it across her lower back.  Cassie was paralysed with fear as he took the
hems of her knickers and smoothed them out over her bottom.  She waited
silently for the first stroke, and soon it came, his entire hand cupping
her left cheek and stinging her so thoroughly that she nearly forgot to cry
out: "One, sir!" His hand was gone and the cool air embraced her bottom,
encouraging the now fading sting.  Soon again his hand returned to deliver
a spank to her right cheek, equal at least in force to the first.  His hand
delayed as she squealed, "Ah!  Two, sir!", and was gone, returning quickly
for a second spank to her left cheek, which had almost stopped stinging. 
This new blow stung harder than the first, stirring up the initial sting
and increasing its intensity.  "Three, sir!" she breathed, though his hand
was already in the air and shortly whisking back to deliver a smack to her
right cheek.  "Ohh, four, sir!" Cassie moaned, as Mr Edwards' hand parted
briefly with her bottom.  On the fifth stroke, the third to Cassie's left
cheek, she bucked and flung a hand behind her to protect her poor cheeks.
"P-Please, n-no more, sir!" she stammered, rubbing her burning bottom.
Mr Edwards unsympathetically grabbed both hands and pulled them behind her

back.  "How many?" he asked, patiently.  "Please sir, it hurts, sir!" A
barrage of smacks landed on Cassie's thighs so that she cried out in pain.
"How many?" Mr Edwards asked again.  "Fuh-Five, sir." Cassie whined.  She
could feel tears welling up in her eyes, and when the sixth spank landed,
harder than all those before it, on her right cheek, she felt one spill
over and trickle down her cheek.  "Six, sir..." she whimpered.  The next
spank was delivered almost immediately, giving her very little time to
squeeze out another tear before she must groan, "Seven, sir".  As the
eighth smack landed on her right cheek she could hold it in no longer and
tears began flowing freely down both cheeks while the stinging in her rear
neither abated nor decreased.  "Eight, sir," she sobbed.  Before the ninth
spank, Mr Edwards slid his hand across from right cheek to left and cupped
it around the stinging orb.  He pressed gently, brushing the opposite cheek
with his fingertips as he did so, and causing Cassie to quiver, then pulled
his arm away and delivered a sound smack that made a sound much like
clapping, and doubled the sting in that cheek.  "Nine, sir!" Cassie gasped
through her tears.  He rubbed her there for a moment, and slid across to
her right cheek, where he paused again, pressing in gently before
delivering another mammoth smack and sending Cassie over the edge, so that
her tears churned forth in currents and she cried openly.  "Ten, sir!" she
wailed, slumped against the desk.  He left her there for a moment, long
enough that she became uncomfortable and sniffed away the last of her
tears. "Stand up, Cassie." His voice was calm and soothing.  Cassie
straightened up, leaning against the desk for support, and wincing as her
skirt slid over her tender bottom.  She looked up at him with doe eyes, and
he produced a tissue from a box on his desk.  She took it gratefully and
wiped away the tears still staining her face.  He crouched in front of her.
"Now, Cassie.  I hope you will remember the rules in future, and that I
never hear of your misdemeanor again.  You're a bright student, and it
would be a shame to waste that." She nodded, still sniffing, and he smiled
and stood up.  "Off you go, then." She picked up her bag and slipped out of
his office.

   Cassie spent the rest of the day keeping her head down, and trying not
to wince too obviously when she sat down.  As she left the school grounds
that afternoon she glanced at Mr Edwards' office, but the blinds were
drawn.