Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Adventures of Cassie Daniels ====================================== by Billy Shears Chapter 4, "Detention, Part Two" SMACK! Mr Edwards' rough hand cupped Cassie's bottom, giving her time to reflect on the pain of the first blow, then it departed, and flew through the air to connect with the opposite cheek, with another resounding SMACK! There it paused again, cupping her tender cheek. Mr Edwards drew his hand away again and spanked her a second time on her right cheek, lingering briefly before rising once more and falling on her left cheek. As he delivered Cassie's fifth spank she could hold it no longer. She began to sob, totally aware of the recently punished older girl whom Cassie could only presume was now taking comfort in a perfect view of Cassie's own punishment. It was so unfair! She had tried so, so hard to ignore Jessica's spanking only moments earlier, and Mr Edwards had placed her so cruelly on display. Even so, her protests remained unvoiced, and Mr Edwards spanked on. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! - an even eight spanks now warmed Cassie's bottom beyond the comfortable warmth of a radiator on a cold day, and left a lingering sting worse than any nettle or wasp - SMACK! SMACK! Mr Edwards was getting into the swing of it now, scarcely pausing between spanks, connecting again and again with Cassie's burning bottom. Each stroke was harder and delivered more swiftly than the last, and the sting in her rear end was almost overwhelming. No longer did Cassie sob, but cried openly, wailing as the tears cascaded down her face. SMACK! SMACK! The seemingly never-ending rain of spanks continued; SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Somewhere in the pain, in the burning and aching, in the crying and praying, Cassie felt the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. As Mr Edwards spanked her with full fury, she focused on the comfortable feeling that had plagued her in his presence before. SMACK! The spanking broke through into her thoughts again, but instead of quelling the butterflies, it stirred them on. Fluttering inside her like a miniature hurricane, the butterflies spiraled downwards, between her legs. Confused and ashamed as she felt her loins begin to heat up, well on their way to matching the warmth in her rear, Cassie cried harder than before, and Mr Edwards took this as a signal to stop. She felt his relatively cool hand through her knickers as he smoothed them out. The butterflies were calmer now, but still flapping their wings delicately as his fingers brushed her thighs. Tears subsiding, Cassie began to wonder if her spanking was really over - and what was coming next - when Mr Edwards' fingers trailed up over her burning cheeks and over the elastic of her waistband. "No!" she squealed, echoing Jessica's earlier pleas, "Please, sir, please, I'll do anything!" Her hand flew back to protect her knickers and dignity. She should have known better; she should have remembered the fruits of Jessica's labour earlier, but she was afraid of letting him know what he was doing to her - and afraid that even if he didn't realise, Jessica would. A sharp slap landed on her left thigh. The shock of pain where there had been no pain before caused her to jerk, and her arm recoiled, exposing the waistband of her knickers. With lightning speed, Mr Edwards grabbed her arm and slid his fingers beneath her knickers. He tugged at them gently, slowly exposing her red cheeks. He didn't stop once her cheeks were exposed, instead pulling further, his fingers trailing down the crack between her cheeks. Cassie tensed her thighs nervously as his fingers slipped down underneath her bottom and the tip of his middle finger brushed gently against the thin hair covering her pussy. Her legs parted reflexively, all tension released from the point of contact, and he lowered her knickers to her knees. Then all that Mr Edwards touched was her left wrist, still holding her arm behind her back. Cassie had been transported to another level of experience, and when Mr Edwards' hand connected with her bare bottom she did not cry in pain, but moaned gently. He spanked her again and she let another moan escape her lips. Each time he spanked her the butterflies whirled, and since that brief touch her pussy had seemed on fire. Now, as Mr Edwards spanked again and again, she felt moisture - to quell the fire - building up just inside her. Five or six spanks in, she realised the noises she must be making, and when Mr Edwards spanked her again - SMACK! - she tried to mask her pleasure with a grunt of pain, but she felt the moisture begin to lubricate the lips of her pussy and knew she couldn't keep the pretense up for long. Mr Edwards spanked and spanked, and smack after smack made Cassie wetter and wetter. She was breathing so heavily now, she was sure it was obvious, but Mr Edwards did not stop spanking her - perhaps this was what he wanted. The combination of the building pressure in her pussy and the numbing sting in her bottom was slowly drowning out any other demands her body made, and she soon wondered whether, if she so dared, she could move if she tried. With some difficulty, she focused on the movement of a finger, but was distracted by another mighty SMACK! She stopped trying, stopped counting, stopped thinking, only reveled in the feeling Mr Edwards gave her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! and then a hard, stinging SMACK! that hurt her through the pleasure and numbness so that she squealed. Mr Edwards' hand held her cheek, and she thought she felt a gentle squeeze before he let her go and delivered an equally powerful SMACK! to her other cheek. This time he grabbed her cheek roughly, squeezing it and sending shocks of pain and pleasure up Cassie's spine, and down again to the eager butterflies. His rough hand roamed over her bottom, stroking and squeezing her, and she made no efforts to stop it as it slid over her thighs. Then, at last, she felt his middle finger rub over her slippery sensitive pussy. At this touch his hand disappeared and Cassie breathed heavily, aware of total silence. Then Mr Edwards tugged gently on her knickers, pulling them down over her calves to the floor, where he picked up each foot in turn to remove them. "Stand up, Cassie." his strong voice commanded. Shakily, leaning heavily on the table, Cassie heaved herself upright, facing rigidly forwards. She felt his hand on her back, applying gentle pressure, and she bowed to his will, letting herself be led into the corner opposite the door at the back of the room. "Hands on your head." Cassie's hands flew to their ordered position. Mr Edwards lifted her skirt again and tucked the bottom of it into the waistband, leaving Cassie's bare bottom exposed. "You will not move, do you understand?" Cassie nodded several times. Then she heard and felt him moving away from her, back to his desk. Eyes facing but not focusing on the walls in front of her, Cassie heard Jessica begin to grunt again, but there were no spanks. Then she recognised the grunts for the same noises she herself had made when she had made the transition from pain to pleasure. What was Mr Edwards doing? Other than Jessica's grunts - pleasured, yes, but somehow objecting at the same time - there was no noise in the room. Jessica began to sniff small sobs among her grunts, and Cassie heard a belt unbuckled and the noise of a zip being pulled down. Eyes wide, Cassie now knew what was happening. She heard Jessica moan as Mr Edwards slid his cock into her, and then cry out - "Ah!" - in pain. Cassie supposed this might be the impact of Mr Edwards' hips on her bottom. She was buzzing with feelings. Pity for Jessica, who seemed only to be enjoying herself on a primal level, but envy too, for she wanted so much to feel Mr Edwards inside her. And resentment, because Mr Edwards had known she wanted him and deliberately left her. As Jessica's moans became longer and louder, Cassie heard Mr Edwards grunting, and the sound of flesh upon flesh. Her bottom stung and her pussy dripped, and her hands twitched away from her head to satisfy at least one of the demanding body parts. "Don't - Move, - Cassie." Mr Edwards grunted. Jessica was grunting too now, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" and there was next to no pain or displeasure in her voice. Cassie wished fervently that she could be a part of this; she could feel what they felt - and as all noises sped up her pussy began to ache from want. Then Mr Edwards let out a low groan, and the flesh-on-flesh noise ceased. Jessica's moans slowed too, and then they stopped. There was silence for a moment, then shuffling, and a zip pulled up and belt buckled. "Have you learnt your lesson, Jessica?" Mr Edwards asked, his voice rasping and mildly out of breath. "Yes, sir." sniffed Jessica. "You are dismissed." Then Cassie heard Jessica hurriedly stand and run out of the classroom, the door slamming shut behind her. She heard Mr Edwards' footsteps as he crossed the distance to her corner. "And you, Cassie." he whispered behind her, "Have you learnt your lesson?" "Y-yes, sir." Cassie stuttered. He untucked her skirt, and with a smile in his voice, said, "You can take your hands off your head now." She did so, but kept them by her sides so as not to let on how she felt. Then Mr Edwards' hand clasped hers, as he gave her back her knickers. "You may go, Cassie. I hope this time your behaviour will improve." Cassie scampered out of the room without looking at him. Once in the corridor, she headed to the nearest girls' toilets - "please let them still be open" she thought - and as she rounded the corner and had the door in sight, she saw Jessica stalk out and, with a glance at Cassie that held fear, anger and mistrust, exit the school by the side doors just next to the toilets. Cassie scurried into the toilets and sat in a cubicle, hoisting her skirt quickly out of the way. Her pussy was still wet, and she rubbed it roughly with her index and middle finger, emulating Mr Edwards' touch, and thinking about her first Detention, and hoping for more, more, more... When she had come, Cassie wiped her pussy and put her knickers back on. Then she left school and walked home.