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“I’m going to get you out of it,” Storm repeats without elaborating.
It is not long before Jane opens the door for the three students, bidding them all enter. Once she has them safely inside her office, she says more or less exactly what Storm imagined she might.
“The three of you decided to make a spectacle of another girl. You will now be made spectacles before one another.”
“Uhm, ma’am?” Storm speaks up.
“Yes?” Jane is rather curt. It makes Storm want to curl up in a ball and roll away, but that is not an option.
“It’s my fault. I lied to them,” she says. “I told them you wanted to see them. That’s how I got them down to your office, and then you opened the door at just the right time. I was listening in, but I just wanted to get them in trouble.”
It’s not the first time Storm has gotten another girl in trouble, Penners, specifically, so this is a very believable story.
Jane gives Storm a long, considering look.
Storm looks back, hating the lie, but almost certain if she doesn’t lie then she’s going to have to suffer watching other people suffer, and though it was funny that one time with Penners, it doesn’t feel as funny now. Jane’s already unspeakably mad at her. She may as well take the punishment for all of them.
“Melissa, Penelope. Is this true?”
Both Melissa and Penners rush to agree that it is the truth, lying so glibly Storm is thoroughly impressed.
“The two of you are dismissed,” Jane says. “Storm, you can get into position over my desk. You know the routine by now.”
Storm does as she is told, hearing the departing footsteps of her fellow students and feeling ever so slightly heroic about the whole thing. It’s almost enough to make up for how embarrassing it is to bend over a stupid desk and let herself be punished. Her thighs are still an absolute mess from old Lotte’s ravaging, but her bottom is not as bad as it was after the birching. She can take some punishment, even if she learns nothing from it.
“You know, I never thought you were the sort of girl to cause others pain on purpose,” Jane says as she walks past Storm to retrieve an implement.
Storm lets out a little snort of amusement, knowing Jane is probably going for her trusty cane or, oh no, it’s a paddle this time.
“Do you think this is funny?” Jane’s question is sharp.
Storm directs her sarcasm to the polished top of Jane’s desk. “I think it’s funny to say it’s bad for me to cause pain when that’s your whole profession.”
SMACK!
A firm swat lands across both her cheeks, imparting a deep and fairly instant ache followed by a tingling stinging sensation. Storm sucks in a breath and goes all the way up onto her toes. Goddammit. No matter how many times this happens, it’s somehow always like the first time.
“I am causing you pain in the hopes of imparting some discipline. What you did to those girls was mean spirited. And that’s not like you.”
“Maybe it is,” Storm says. “Maybe I’m mean now.”
SMACK!
Another loud and heavy swat bursts across her bottom. Just like the first one, but with an additional edge of intensity, because it builds upon the first.
“I don’t think so, young lady.”
“Yes!” Storm squeaks. “I’m mean now, and a waste of your time too. Just like you said!”
Another swat catches her across both cheeks.
“I never said you were a waste of time, young lady.”
“Yes, you did!”
“No, I didn’t.”
Jane swings the paddle again, and once again, it makes infernal contact with Storm’s seat. She squirms forward, most of her weight on the desk now as her toes dash against the floor and the heat burns through her bottom.
