Later that day, I emerged from the detention classroom after a tedious hour of writing lines, to find Kate leaning against the wall in the hallway, school bag clasped to her chest.
‘Oh – hi, Kate.’
I had no idea why she was there. Or what she was thinking. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help flushing, though. After everything that had happened this morning, I felt attracted to her more than ever; she looked so desirable.
‘I want a word with you, Little Miss Two-Shoes!’
I started walking. I didn’t want to have this conversation – it would be too embarrassing.
Kate moved to catch up. With her long legs, she easily matched my hurried pace.
‘Why did you do it? Why didn’t you tell on us?’ She sounded angry.
I didn’t answer. I didn’t know what to say, anyway. I couldn’t very well admit that I’d taken the caning she should have had because I fancied her, could I? Not that that was the only reason.
My silence was annoying her, I could tell. We were well out of the school gates now, heading towards the park.
‘No wonder you don’t have any friends, Little Miss Prissy. I’ll tell you what, if you don’t answer me, I’m going to give you a bloody good hiding myself! Teach you a lesson in manners! I’m sure I could dole out a thrashing just as well as the Headmistress!’
Why did she have to call me that? I hated that name, along with all the others I got called. And yet, I could feel a strange flutter in my tummy and other places when she threatened to give me a good hiding. I could just imagine myself over her lap. She was strong enough that she could do it too, even if I didn’t want her to.
I thought briefly back to the few minutes of privacy I’d managed to find after the Headmistress had caned me that morning. I’d stroked myself to orgasm in a matter of seconds. I couldn’t believe how erotic and arousing the thought of being punished suddenly made me. I’d never given it a thought before today.
I stopped suddenly on the footpath and turned to Kate. Why did I find it so hard to talk to her?
‘I’m – I’m sorry, Kate. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just – I just. I didn’t - I didn’t want to cause you any more trouble after I broke your special plate.’
‘What do you mean, you didn’t want to cause me any more trouble? That’s your job, isn’t it? – You’re the Head Girl! You always cause trouble. You could have – should have – told against us. Jo and I would’ve both got the cane – you know that – especially as we were fighting. Instead, Miss Goody Two-shoes, you got the cane instead – and lied through your teeth!’
I did know that. Why couldn’t she just leave it alone? I’d done what I’d done, and she’d got off scot-free!
‘I – I didn’t want you to get caned.’
‘Why? What’s it to you if I get caned or not?’
I started walking again.
‘I just didn’t, okay? I – I guess I felt I owed you, and wanted to make it up to you, for breaking your plate.’ And because I fancy the pants off you, I didn’t add.
She wasn’t going to leave it alone.
‘That’s ridiculous. You can’t make it up to me like that! You think because you took a caning from the Headmistress, that makes it alright with me? That I should be grateful? I don’t think so. Let me tell you about that plate. It was very special. It was an award to my mum for hockey that she got when she went to school. I brought it in for a show-and-tell at hockey practice. My mum didn’t want me to bring it, but I insisted – stupid me!
‘That plate is still broken, and my Mum is going to be absolutely livid! I’m almost certainly going to get the spanking of a lifetime when I get home, when it should be you, you Prissy Little Do-gooder!’
I could feel tears trying to break out. I just wanted to get home. I should never have tried to – to do what I did. It was a stupid thing to do!
I stopped, and practically yelled at her.
‘I’m sorry, okay! Really, really sorry! I didn’t know what else to do! Just leave me alone!’
I stomped off, eyes blurry. I could feel her still walking by my side though. It was both annoying and comforting at the same time.
We walked in silence for several minutes until we reached the junction at the far side of the park where we should go our separate ways. We both stopped at the same time and looked at each other. I wasn’t really certain why she was still accompanying me, but I was feeling a bit calmer now.
‘Would – would it do any good if I explained it to your mum? After all, it was me that was caned at school – not you. You can say it was my fault.’ God – the things you do when you like someone...
She was looking at me curiously, now. She had that puzzled frown on her face again. She half-turned away and blew out her cheeks.
‘I don’t know. It might. Why would you want to do that?’
I shrugged and looked at my feet. How could I answer that?
‘Tell you what. You come back home with me and I’ll let you try to explain it to my mum. She doesn’t get home until seven, though, and she will probably spank me anyway. But it – it wouldn’t do any harm, I suppose.’
She suddenly narrowed her eyes. I could see her thinking.
‘But there’s one condition, Miss Goody-goody!’
‘What?’
‘I know I’m going to end up with a sore arse anyway, so – so, if you come back with me, I get to put you over my knee and spank you first - before my mum comes home. That way, we’ll be even. Or at least I’ll feel better about it, if you really want to make it up to me.’