David Adams

I've long admired the artwork of David Adams which can be found, along with his short stories on his Girl Spanking Stories blog. I think it's always especially impressive when a single simple drawing takes you right back into the moment.

At my school, caning was very much a last resort. When someone had managed to trigger that sanction the person or persons concerned would usually have a pretty good idea that they were for it, but not when. Then a teacher would turn up for the start of a lesson and tell the unlucky victim(s) that they were to report immediately to the office of the headmaster or deputy headmaster. I never had that experience myself but it must have been chilling to realise your time had come and to try to show no emotion as you left the classroom, all eyes on you but trying to look at the ground and just get out as soon as possible. They would be gone for, maybe, around fifteen minutes and then they would return looking, at best, ashen-faced, and try to quickly take their seat - desperate not to be the centre of attention. Of course, everyone else in the class would be wanting to know what had happened but there was no way to find out until the end of the lesson when the pack would descend like starved hyenas and force them to tell all. For the remainder of the lesson all we could do was try to surreptitiously glance in their direction for glimmers of reaction. You had to be careful - it the teacher saw you looking at them they would probably throw a difficult question at you to shift the embarrassment temporarily in your direction. For those who had just been caned, they would be sitting there a little gingerly, trying not to show any evidence of how excruciatingly painful their experience had been, and how they now had a dull throbbing in their backside. And, worst of all, they were soon to be deluged with questions.