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After my strapping from Ray, I rushed back to my bed and changed into a clean set of clothes. I told the others that I was going to the Headmasters with Ray, but that some girls were going to get caned, and not me. They just laughed, and said that nobody goes to the Headmaster and comes out without cane marks. I knew that they were just trying to scare me, but still, it caused my recent strap marks to ache as I walked away.
Ray and I walked to the Headmaster's office, and Ray knocked. We were invited in, and there stood Melisa (11) and Marcy (10). They had tears in their eyes, and wouldn't look me in the eye. There was an older lady there, whom I suspected was their dorm room "mother". It was obvious that the Headmaster had been speaking to them earlier, because they were both hanging their heads when we entered.
The Headmaster simply said "well, let's get on with it". The matron looked at the two girls, who both unfastened their skirts and pulled them and their panties down (and off) right there in front of me. I really got a good look at what little girls are made of, until they turned around and draped themselves over the Headmaster's desk, exposing their almost twin bottoms as the lay on the table, side by side. The Headmaster walked to a closet, and pulled out a wicked looking cane. He positioned himself and quickly brought the cane down onto Melisa's little butt. The cane, unlike the strap that I have witnessed so much, actually seemed to force itself into the flesh of the girl's butt. She screamed, as the cane was brought back, and immediately brought down into the same weal mark. She stomped her feet, and cried out as a bright red line formed atop the first line. In a similar fashion, he laid a real scorcher of a stroke into Marcy's butt. Just like Melisa, she also screamed. She also moved her butt from side to side in some sort of a war dance. The Headmaster then went back to Melisa, and then to Marcy, just working back and forth, until Melisa had received 11 strokes, and Marcy 10. The girls were arching their butts out by this time, and I could clearly see both of their little brown butt holes, and the strange slit like things between their legs.
The Headmaster then turned to me, and asked if I felt they had been adequately punished for whipping me. I gulped, and said yes. He then told them to stand up, and come and apologize to me. Both girls, with tears running down their faces, came up to me and said together "sorreee", or something to that effect. Then head then told them to stand facing me and put their hands up over their heads. They did so, with some obvious fear in their eyes.
With a wicked swish, he started to cane them again, as they stood, facing me. I could see the end of the cane, as it smashed into their butts, and could see their faces as they received each stroke. It was really strange for me, an only child, an orphan, to not only see girls "get it", but to also stare at their private parts as they did so. All too soon, the caning was over, and the Head told them that that was for stealing my clothes.
He then said that there was the little matter of stealing apples! I was beginning to really appreciate this, because I was going to be able to see them get it, for something that I had already been punished for. I suppose that is why the Head had to repeat in a loud voice "I told you to get ready" to me. I stared at him in disbelief. I turned to Ray, who just smiled, and kind of shrugged his shoulders. I cried as I undid my buckle and stepped out of my shorts. With a sob, I bent over and pulled off my jockey shorts right there in front of those girls again. Due to my close observations of them, my little penis was rampant! It was as stiff as it could be, and I was very embarassed. The head then had the 3 of us bend over his desk, and worked his way back and forth. Marcy was on my left, and as soon as I heard her scream, I tightened up for the cane, which tried to cut my butt cheeks in half. WHACK, scream, WHACK, scream, Whack my scream, etc etc until he was done. As I stood, my hands flew to my butt, and I could feel the welts forming under my fingers. As sore as I was, however, I knew that my butt wasn't anywhere near that of the girls. Their butts were vivid streaks of red, white, and blue, an apparently hurt so much that they couldn't even touch them.
We were ordered to dress. I had a hard time with my underpants. I noticed the girls just put on their shirts, and carried their panties as they left. I heard their matron telling them that she might wait until morning before giving them their "richly deserved" strappings!
Ray and I walked back to the room. He was whistling some song, and I was crying still as we entered the building. Everybody wanted to know what had happened, and so I told them, even showed them my bottom. I also told them of Ray's deception about not being caned. There were a lot of "I told you so" comments, and discussions about Ray which quickly ended when he entered the room and told us to get ready for bed.
Again, I slept on my stomach, with one hand on my butt. Again, I cried myself to sleep....