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Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Cassie Daniels Chapter 5, Some Assembly Required (Mf Spank Nosex)
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Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2008 11:10:01 -0400
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This is the next chapter in a series of stories about introverted schoolgirl
Cassie Daniels! The others can be found in the archives, or at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/whispers/www

The story is entirely fictional, various laws apply depending on where
you're from etc...
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The Adventures of Cassie Daniels ====================================== by
Billy Shears

   Chapter 5, "Some Assembly Required"

   Cassie's head nodded forwards onto her chest and she jerked upright,
eyes snapping open.  It wasn't long before she found herself drifting
again...  she knew she wasn't the only one.  Mr McCarthy had one of those
voices that just willed you to sleep, and nearly everybody in the assembly
appeared to be lulled by his droning into near-sleep.  Cassie was about to
drift off completely when she was nudged sharply, but not painfully, in the
ribs from her left.  She nearly jumped, and turned accusingly at the
occupier of the seat next to her.  It was a girl from Cassie's year, in a
different form class, whom Cassie had never spoken to.  She recognised in
her the same shyness that she knew she exhibited herself, and smiled
gratefully.

   Mr McCarthy was far from finished, however, and Cassie soon noticed that
her new friend was now drifting off.  She nudged the girl with her elbow,
and her eyes widened as she rose to full consciousness again.  She looked
at Cassie again and smiled.  The favour was returned.  Cassie mimed a yawn
and the other girl giggled silently, poking Cassie in the leg.  Cassie,
thrilled that she was bonding with a fellow student at last, poked her
back, a little harder, and in return her friend poked her in the side,
tickling Cassie a little.  Cassie shuffled in her seat to face the girl a
little more, and launched her hand for a frontal poking attack.  Then, at
the same time, the girl threw her hands in front of her to block the poke,
and Cassie felt a familiar hand touch her shoulder.  She saw her friend
adopt a sheepish face, looking past Cassie, who turned to see a
stern-looking Mr Edwards.  With his right hand, he beckoned to Cassie. 
Cassie gulped and slid off her seat - she was at the inner end of a row,
quite near the back, so this was not difficult and didn't cause any fuss -
and stood by his side.  He nudged her towards the back of the hall and the
doors to the foyer.  With a worried glance back at her friend, who seemed
very apologetic, Cassie slunk quietly in the direction Mr Edwards had
indicated, feeling his hand still on her shoulder all the way.

   He barely needed to steer her to the left once they exited the hall,
towards his office.  She knew what was coming, and while she hadn't planned
for it, she was ready.  She could tell, this time, he would take her.  She
was addicted to his touch now, and she was sure he knew - and sure he
wanted her too.  His office was open, as if he had planned for this.  She
walked obediently inside and he removed his hand from her shoulder to close
the door.  She took two further paces into the room and stopped, feet
together and arms by her side, awaiting her joyful punishment.

   The door clicked shut, and Mr Edwards stalked to the window which faced
it.  He closed the blinds slowly and deliberately, then turned to a high
cupboard in the corner of his office.  He opened the door nearest Cassie,
such that she couldn't see its contents, and selected something that was
apparently hanging on the inside of the door.  As he drew it out and placed
it carefully on his desk, Cassie's breath stopped.  It was a long rattan
cane with a curved handle; very thin and, Cassie imagined, very painful. 
Mr Edwards closed the cupboard and came around the side of the desk.  He
pulled out one of the straight backed chairs facing the desk so that it was
immediately in front of Cassie.

   "Bend over." He instructed.  Cassie obeyed silently, lowering herself
slowly over the back of the chair.  "Put your hands on the seat of the
chair." Cassie did as she was told, gripping the chair tentatively to test
the support it might give her in the moments to come.  Mr Edwards circled
her, and she felt both of his hands against her thighs.  They slid up
slowly, causing Cassie to quiver, as he pulled her skirt over her bottom
and past her hips.  Cassie's breathing became heavier as his thumbs hooked
into the waistline of her soft cotton knickers and tugged gently, easing
them over her cheeks.  He drew them down so that her cheeks were fully
exposed, but so that her dignity was preserved.  Even so, the butterflies
were beginning to stir, and she moaned softly as his hand roamed over her
bared bottom.  But no spanks came.  No squeeze.  Mr Edwards removed his
hand and returned to the desk, where he stood facing the obscured window
for a few moments.  Then he reached down, and picked the cane from the
desk. He held it in his right hand, and stretching his right arm we gave it
a brief swish.  Cassie watched from her horizontal perspective, peeking
through strands of hair that had fallen into her face, as he disappeared
out of sight.

   There was a swish so loud and near that Cassie winced, but no sting. 
The butterflies whirred indignantly: he was playing with her.  A second
swish, and again Cassie flinched.  The anticipation frustrated her, and she
felt herself warming up, eager for him to begin.  Finally, Mr Edwards
issued his final instruction: "Count."

   There was a swish so quick, so close and so sudden that Cassie was
caught off guard as the thin wood bit into her bottom, scorching her
cheeks. She screamed aloud and bucked, almost standing, but catching
herself by the grip she had on the chair.  "One!" she yelped, still reeling
from the sound stroke.  There was a second swish and a crack as the cane
lashed both cheeks, lower but just as painful.  Cassie's left foot slid
from under and coiled behind her.  "Two!" she gasped.  The cane brushed her
ankle.  "Foot down." Mr Edwards commanded.  Cassie lowered her foot.  "Next
time I will extend your punishment." Cassie entertained the idea of
allowing her foot to slip, to prolong the punishment, but then the cold
wood struck her again with just as little warning as before, leaving a
searing heat focused where it had touched her, and she knew she didn't want
this punishment to last any longer than it already would.  "Th-three!" she
moaned.  SWISH-CRACK!  The fourth stroke fell at an angle, crossing the
lines that Mr Edwards' previous efforts had left.  Cassie's head reared in
pain.  "Ahhh-ah-ah, four!" she cried, breathing heavily.  Again the cane
fell, SWISH-CRACK!  and Cassie cried out loud, "Ow-ow-owww, F-five!"
SWISH-CRACK!  "Si-i-ix." Cassie sobbed gently as the impersonal beating
continued.  SWISH-CRACK!  she inhaled deeply, "Seven!" She tensed as she
heard the next swish, but when the cane connected with the top of her
thighs she screamed, "Ahh!" and bolted straight up, flinging her hands
behind her.  "Please, no more.  No more, sir..." she cried in racking sobs.
Mr Edwards placed a hand on her back and bent her forcefully over the
chair. He put the cane in this hand, still holding her down, and placed his
hand on her stinging bottom.  "Five for insolence." He said, as his hand
retreated and flew through the air, landing hard on Cassie's left cheek. 
"Ahhhh!" she screamed, as his warm hand stirred each and every line on her
bottom.  SMACK!  Her right cheek glowed with the same intensity. 
"Aaaa-oow!" Cassie sobbed.  SMACK!  Her left cheek flared under Mr Edwards'
hand.  Cassie didn't cry out, but her tears fell more rapidly and she
sobbed terribly.  SMACK!  Her right cheek again, and then SMACK!  across
both thighs in a sweeping blow that ignited the lone stroke that marked
them.  "Owww!!" Cassie cried.  Then Mr Edwards took his hand from her back,
and Cassie lay dejectedly across the back of the chair.  SWISH-CRACK! 
Cassie sniffed.  "Eight." SWISH-CRACK!  "Niiine." SWISH-CRACK!  "TEN!"

   There was silence for a moment, until Mr Edwards pulled Cassie's
knickers gently over her sore bottom.  She winced as the now seemingly
rough cotton slid over the welts his cane had left.  Tears still ran down
her cheeks, but she made no sound.  "You may stand, Cassie." said Mr
Edwards, the care returned to his voice.  Cassie stood shakily, defiantly
sniffing away the last of her tears.  She felt Mr Edwards' hand on her
shoulder, turning her to face him.  She turned awkwardly, and looked up at
him with tear-stained face.  He placed a hand on her cheek and wiped away a
tear, smiling gently.  Cassie smiled weakly back, and Mr Edwards drew her
into a hug.  She sighed, wrapping her arms around his back as he stroked
her hair and squeezed her shoulders.  She felt him withdraw, and slowly she
released her hold.  "Come now.  Assembly is nearly over.  Go to your
lesson." She nodded, and walked stiffly towards the door.  "Cassie?" She
turned.  "Be a good girl." Cassie couldn't help but smile warmly, as she
left his office and walked towards the foyer, towards her form room. 
Assembly had finished, and the students were piling out.  Cassie saw her
new friend - the girl who had gotten her into this trouble - and smiled. 
The girl ran over to her.  "I'm so sorry!" She said.  "I didn't mean to get
you in trouble." "Don't worry about it." Cassie smiled, still walking to
her form room, with the other girl tagging along.  "I'm Gloria, by the
way." "Cassie." "Hi!" the girl giggled.  "So, what did he make you do?"
"Oh," said Cassie, "he just gave me some lines."

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