Please refer to previous Pender County Academy stories for background.

It was Friday morning, and I had managed to escape any further punishments for 3 whole days! As I ran to the bus, I saw Mary, the girl from my class, running to the bus also. I was able to get a seat next to her, and tried to make small talk as the bus pulled away for our short trip to the school. Mary was strangely quiet. When I looked over at her, I could see a tear in her eye. I asked her what was wrong. She finally sighed and said that she had not been able to finish her homework assignment, and she knew that that meant another note "home" to her counselor.

I knew from bitter experience that a note home meant that we would find ourselves on the receiving end of a PCA strap. I had learned from Mary that girls received the same punishment as boys. Although the strap hurt like the devil, I had never seen Mary so upset before. I asked her why she was so upset, and she turned to me and asked me if I hadn't read the rule book yet. I had to admit that I hadn't been able to get through it. She sighed, and told me that any student who received 3 notes home in any one week, would find themselves on stage at the weekly assembly, and would be caned by the headmaster, Mr. Brewer. It seems that he was a British native, and chose to run the Academy much like his former schools in England. Mary told me that he had a wicked cane, and seemed to delight in laying it into kids bottoms. I asked her how often this happened, and she said that it usually happened every assembly. She said that the students to be punished were brought to a small room where they were made to remove every stitch of clothing, and put on a smock like thing that opened in the back, much like a hospital gown. They were then marched out onto stage, bent over a special frame that Mr. Brewer had had made, and had their gowns untied and pulled open in back by Mr. Brewer. Thus, every part of their backsides was visible to the kids, and most of their anatomy would be visible before most canings were done. They would receive a stroke for each year of their age. If any student stood up, they would have their gown removed, and be made to stand facing the audience as they were strapped 10 strokes, then made to lay back down, and recieve the rest of their strokes, and then a repeat of their entire number, before being let up, and made to stand with their bottoms on display during the rest of the assembly.

I told Mary that I thought that was about the worst thing I had ever heard of. She said that it was worse if you got a note on Friday, because then you would also face the mandtory strapping from your counselor. As Mr. Brewer liked to have unmarked butts to cane (if possible), it meant that if you received your 3rd note on Friday, you would be caned, and then receive your strapping after the caning, right over your cane marks.

As she sunk into her seat, I could tell that those thoughts were now running through her head. I offered to give her my homework, but we were all given different assignments, and there was no way I could help her.

As we were getting off of the bus, little Eric, the fellow whose bed was across from mine, dropped his books right onto the bus driver's head. She swore at him, and gave him a "note" for Ray right then and there. I could see the fear in Eric's eyes, as I realized that he would also be caned tonight. I had to admit to being a bit curious, and somehow kind of excited at the prospect of seeing someone get caned. I wasn't exactly sure what a cane looked like, but I knew that I never wanted to find out myself.

Mary was called upon for her homework assignment, and had to admit to not having it. Our teacher called her to the front of the room, and in one move pulled her across her knee as she sat on a chair that she had pulled from behind her desk. Mary's little skirt rode up, and you could see her panty clad behind. She was smacked ten or twelve times over her panty seat, and then stood upright. With no further delay, she was handed a "note" for her counselor, and made to stand in the corner until the lunch break. At recess, after lunch, Mary just kept sobbing. I could not console her. I tried to help, but she said I didn't know what was going to happen. It was a sad ride home.

As we entered our building, Ray asked for any notes. I was shocked to see Carl, the 13 year old troublemaker, step forward with a note. Little Eric followed, along with two other boys. Ray told Carl and Eric that this was their third note, and so he wouldn't punish them until after assembly. The other two were taken into his office, and given the strap. I couldn't help but notice that most of the boys didn't even stop talking, nor did they pay much attention to the current boys who were being strapped. It seems that they were getting too used to things, if you ask me. Both boys were about 10, or 11, and both received their due. The first boy, who was somewhat overweight, didn't even cry out. His butt did show the marks, but he didn't seem to care much. The second boy was a normal built kind of kid, with a butt with two dimples in it. Ray seemed to delight in using them as aiming points for his strokes, and the second boy ended up crying quite a bit.

Just after supper, all of us were sent to the auditorium. Up on the stage was a lecturn with a wicked looking cane laying on it, and a wooden contraption which looked somewhat like a padded sawhorse. I was lucky enough to get into he third row, as Mr. Brewer came out and spoke for some time about being good citizens and making the Academy proud etc. Finally, he announced the names of four kids who would be caned that night. I knew three of them, Mary, Eric, and Carl. The fourth one was a 15 year old boy named Ronald. The four walked onto stage, dressed in gowns which tied in back. They all held their gowns together as they walked. Mr. Brewer pointed his cane at Ronald, and told him to get ready. Ronald unfastened his gown, and bent low over the horse like thing. Mr. Brewer picked up his cane, and in a sort of contemptuous move, flicked both sides of Ronald's gown apart, exposing his butt to all. Ronald had a lot of hair on his legs, and due to his bent over position, you could see a pair of hairy balls hanging down behind him. Mr. Brewer said something to him that we could not hear. Then, he reared back, and let fly with a resounding stroke. It's "CRACK!!" sound reverberated from the walls as a white line bisected Ronald's butt cheeks. I was to learn that it was this line which would now be Mr. Brewer's aiming point. Ronald's butt cheeks quivered with each new stroke, and quickly turned red. He never let out a sound, and after his 14 strokes, was released to stand with his bare bottom facing the crowd of awed students.

Carl now was made to bend over a similar way. He got to the third stroke, before he jumped up and grabbed his butt. Mr. Brewer made him go back down, and proceeded to really blast Carl's butt cheeks. This was repeated as 13 additional strokes landed on his butt. He was crying and sobbing, and had to almost be helped to his feet. As he had lost is robe, he too was stood facing the crowd with his butt on display.

Mary now made her way to the horse, and draped herself over it. The motion caused one half of her gown to fall away, ever before Mr. Brewer moved the other half with his cane. I could see some faded handprints from our teacher on her right cheek. Mr. Brewer spoke to her in a soft voice, and she pulled herself forward some, so that her bottom was lifted and seperated, allowing a full view of her butt hole, and the slit like thing I had seen when she was bent over in Mr. Ripley's office. Mr. Brewer spent a lot of time moving her around, and moving her legs apart a bit, before he was pleased. With a great windup, worthy of any major league pitcher, he let fly with a stroke right at her butt crease line. She screamed, and proceeded to scream with every stroke. The second stroke was higer than the first, and in seconds a pair of red "railroad tracks" appeared on her butt. She seemed to be in agony, and tried to move her butt out of harms way, as the next strokes hit. By about the 7the stroke, her movements were becoming less severe, and she just lay there for the final strokes. Mr. Brewer was apparently upset with her, as he pulled her gown off, and made her stand nude with her back to the crown also.

Poor little Eric was last, and bravely climbed over the horse. His little butt was unmarked (a first for me to see!). The cane marks soon changed all that, as he ended with 6 equally spaced lines on his butt. He sobbed and sobbed, and really had a hard time even getting up. Mr. Brewer did allow him to keep his open-in-the-back gown on, as he also showed his bottom to the crowd.

A few minutes later, we were dismissed, and made our way back to our building. Soon, the door opened, and Eric and Carl entered followed by our counselor, Ray. He gently shoved them both to his office and turned on the big overhead light. He motioned for Eric to step forward, and helped him climb over the desk. The boys were carrying their clothes, and both were still wearing their gowns. Ray opened up Eric's gown, and we could see the red, swollen marks on his poor little bottom. Ray reared back, and managed to lay 4 strokes inside the lines of the cane, before he ran out of room, and just struck right over a cane line. Boy, did that wake up Eric, who started to kick back and forth. His last stroke was at the bottom of his butt, and caused Eric to scream out again. Ray helped him up, and turned to Carl, who meekly came forward and plopped down over the desk.

Ray seemed to enjoy Carl's stroke marks, especially in light of Carl's previous outburst. With critical aim, Ray laid 13 strokes exactly on top of 13 cane marks. Although Carl did not get up off of the desk, (and thus, incur additional strokes,) he did weave his butt around all over the desk and cried out in pain with each stroke. Carl just sank to the floor after he was told to get up. He left the room rubbing his butt as Ray put away the strap, and turned out the lights.

I made up my mind that I would never, never do anything that would cause me to be caned! I went to bed with my hand up inside my nightshirt, rubbing gently on my butt...