Oh this one is a tiny bit naughty…well, naughtier?

This is another one I might expand on, actually!

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The two abruptly pull apart, Elena tucking her head under the blanket and James pulling his side up to his chin. James’ housemaster looks absolutely baffled, standing in the door to his room, as though catching him with a girl in the middle of the night is the most surprising thing that could have happened.

“Make yourselves presentable and meet me in my office.” The edge to his voice was sharp.

By the time they had gotten their clothes back on and tidied their hair, Whittaker had called Elena’s housemistress, and they were confronted by a rather stern site when coming into the office at the end of the hall.

Whittaker held a junior cane and Ms. Bea’s hands were clasped in front of her.

“It appears very obvious how the two of you were spending your time. You both know very well that girls are not allowed in boys dorms – and vice versa. In this situation, you may have your behavior reported to the headmaster and be dealt with by him tomorrow, or we can deal with the situation now, and move on.”

Given the egregious nature of their behavior, they both opted to be dealt with on the spot. Seeing the headmaster could mean receiving their strokes plus some sort of suspension or expulsion and most certainly letters home to their parents.

Ms. Bea removed her tawse from her skirt pocket and motioned for Elena to stand in front of her. Girls were rarely caned, even for serious infractions, but she had certainly feared it when she saw Whittaker. Seeing the belt that was typically reserved for hands and thighs was almost a relief.

“You’ll each be receiving the same punishment, and what the other would typically expect. Six strokes of the cane over your knickers and underpants as well as three strokes of the tawse to each hand. Perhaps with those reminders, you’ll refrain from appalling behavior.”

Elena began to cry as Whittaker directed James over his desk and instructed him to take his trousers down.

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