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NEXT!!

‘Next!’ insists the artist’s caption, and we have little need to wonder, ‘Next for what?’ With a bum as round and saucy as hers, this girl is just asking for the cane, which is certainly what she’s about to get. Perhaps we may be tempted to say that it really is her own fault, surely a girl with any sense of self-preservation, in a school where a cane lurks in every cupboard, should have more awareness of the danger her bottom must be in than to solicit the attentions of ‘the stick’ in shorts so brief and bum-hugging.

Yet through the door, inside the bare and airy room wherein the cane is coaxing her, there are two other bottoms, no less tempting than the bum in the foreground, and no more discreetly clothed. These two bottoms would seem to have been caned already; the marks are plainly visible across the crescent of bareness below the line of each girl’s shorts. Bare-bummed, more or less, those other girls stand with their hands on their heads, perhaps weeping still from the smart of that cane, and expecting any minute to hear the familiar Smack of cane on bare girl-flesh as Number Five is made painfully aware that her time is indeed up. Come in, Number Five! would be a splendid title for a series of drawings depicting the actual application of the cane to that bottom of hers. (Contributing artist please note!)

Meanwhile we are left to speculate on the precise method to be employed. It would seem hardly necessary, from a purely practical angle, to do anything more than bend the girl across the stool which is visible beyond the door and give her her caning just as she is; her bum could hardly be barer from a ‘nicest bits to cane’ point of view! Perhaps the unseen administrator of discipline will do exactly that. One can imagine the tweak and wriggle of those bum-cheeks pulling tight little creases in those snug shorts, up along the line of the cleft. And yet — perhaps the matter warrants further consideration.

Who is it behind that door whose pleasure and duty it is to chastise these delightful miscreants? Who, indeed, are the girls? Members of a team, certainly. A netball team, do you think? And the wielder of stingy canes the Games Master? Whoever he is, may we not suppose that he has a full appreciation of the temptingly presented schoolgirl bottom? Witness the charming teasiness of those little white pants. Imagine those girls of his bouncing around a netball court. Wouldn’t that be an enervating sight? May we not suppose also that this unseen teacher of physical education has had something to do with the selection of these very outfits? I think we may. In which case, wouldn’t it make sense that someone who has taken the trouble to see that his girls may be seen to their best advantage on the netball court, would grasp the opportunity in private to have them slip their sweet little pants down and offer up their bottoms in that state of total bareness at which those same brief pants hint so tantalisingly?

So, let us retract our criticism of this girl’s cheekiness in the manner of her dress. Let us lay the blame squarely upon her Games Master — and without waiting for any possible future contributions from the artist, let us presume too that, once across that stool, this young lady’s bottom will be feeling the sting of that cane quite, quite bare.

more to come…

Asa’s note….we have a suggestions page in my club pages, and a shoot of both the swimming costumes and this are planned. Watch this space!