Amy Chapter 9
By Lee Davey
leedavey1000@gmail.com

copyright 2011 by Lee Davey, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 9:

Amy's head banged painfully against the wall as the three boys pushed her back with ease as she tried to pass them in the hall.

Amy recognised the boys from her class but did not know their names.

"We won't a word with you." The middle one hissed at Amy as she shrank back from his venomous look.

"Let me go. Why are you hurting me?" Amy tried to push past but the three boys all 3 years older than her were far too big to be moved by the waif like frame of Amy.

"Listen to the baby. Let me go. Let me go. Listen to me Amy." The middle boy punctuated each word with a bang of Amy's head against the wall.

"You come up to our class and you get Josh into trouble, and you ask 'Why are you hurting me.'" The boy mimicked a falsetto impression of Amy's voice.

"Pay attention go back to your class, girl or we will beat the living shit out of you day after day after day..." The boy holding Amy against the wall a forearm across her throat drew back his fist ready to punch Amy in the face.

"AND WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" all four participants in the tableau froze, their bowels freezing solid in terror as the unmistakable dulcet tones of Mr Dawkins boomed out.

The three boys turned quickly leaving Amy red faced and breathing hard against the wall.

A chorus of 'nothing Sirs' echoed out from the three boys who knew that they were in so much trouble that Joshua's fate was beginning to look quite pleasant.

Mr Dawkins surveyed the scene quickly. Obviously the three boys had been bullying the younger child, and things may have got out of hand had he not intervened.

That girl where do I recognise her from? Mr Dawkins searched his memory as he stood quite still watching all the children literally quiver in terror in front of him.

That's right she was that girl who the Bertie, even internally he snarled the Headmasters name with derision, had bumped up several years. That man was an ass letting children move around school just so his precious schools exams results would look slightly better. Did he not realise that children must be treated like the animals they behaved like. Treating them as thinking reasoning individuals was sheer lunacy. He remembered the dark day when Bertie had beaten him to the post of Head teacher, all because of that 'incident' with the boy, the Court had cleared him, but clearly it was still being used against him. He seethed impotently at this injustice, until allowing his yes to fall once more on Amy, and a chance for revenge, albeit a small one, against Bertie had come his way.

"I can see exactly what has happened here Alan." Mr Dawkins spoke softly a smile on his face as he looked at the large boy who had been threatening to punch Amy.

Alan that's his name Amy remembered as she rubbed some life back in her throat. She was not normally a vindictive girl and she certainly would not have turned Mr Dawkins on her worst enemy; but right now she hoped Mr Dawkins would go Ape-poopy on their backsides.

"Yes Alan I can see exactly what is going on. Silence." Mr Dawkins snapped as Alan tried to speak. "Yes clearly Amy here started the fight, I saw it all. Picking on you three boys I simply won't tolerate it."

The three boys gaped in delight at Mr Dawkins contrary view of the incident, while Amy gaped at the unbelievable unfairness of Mr Dawkins accusation.

"You boys go about your business. You girl come with me you will be severely caned for you violent inclinations." Mr Dawkins grabbed Amy by the collar and lifting her began to pull her to his office.

"No you won't." Mr Dawkins stopped his face apoplectic in surprise and rage at this intervention.

Mr Dawkins turned dragging poor Amy around by the scruff of her neck. He literally snarled in rage when he saw that the voice that had presumed to deny him belonged to Ms Hayes.

He towered over the woman by a good foot but despite this she neither shrank back nor strangely enough seemed small next to him. In fact if anything her calm presence gave her stature that dwarfed the raging man.

Alan and his two cronies seeing the impending battle hastily walked away, but nor before they saw Ms Hayes catch their eyes and give them a look indicating that she would be dealing with them later.

"I said No Mr Dawkins. You will not." Ms Hayes replied.

"How dare you young lady I will not be talked to in such a way by a mere chit of a girl."

"I know exactly why you're intending to punish Amy despite the fact we both know those three boys were the ones who were in the wrong. And I will not let Amy suffer the same as that boy in your infamous 'incident',"

Amy felt her collar be released much to her relief as she could now breathe more easily. She watched in wide eyes as Mr Dawkins fronted up to Ms Hayes towering over her face and eyes red in rage.

"How dare you. How dare you...you don't know what happened. Let me make it clear girl." He spluttered in the face of Ms Hayes who did not back an inch away from the man, and only with slow deliberation wiped away a speck of saliva that had landed on her cheek with consummate disdain.

"I am in charge here, and if I want to thrash that little slut within an inch of her life I will, and if I want to do it every day I will." Mr Dawkins was literally screaming now.

"Well then let us hope your ability to judge the length of an inch has improved since the 'incident' then?"

Both Ms Hayes and Mr Dawkins turned as the Head Teacher stalked down the hall.

"I will not have two of my teachers arguing in the halls. Unbelievable after everything we do in this school to instil discipline in the children and you two feel it is appropriate to act in such a manner!"

"Well Bertie this young girl was caught red-handed in a flagrant act of violence and bullying. I was going to gently correct her behaviour until this teacher" he snarled the term "decided to interfere and promote chaos in the school".

"Really? I fail to see how any one with two brain cells to rub together could believe that this young girl was bullying 3 boys 3 years older than her." Ms Hayes shot back contempt oozing in every syllable.

"Enough both of you. I know full well what is going on here." Here he stared blackly at Mr Dawkins aware that the teacher had always opposed any of his ideas.

"I do not accept that Amy Barneshurst here could bully Alan Wakes and his two cronies; and any teacher who could is not in mind fit to continue teaching. Given that Mr Dawkins do you still believe that is what happened?" the Head Teacher smirked at Mr Dawkins taunting him to argue, to give him a reason any reason to fire his main competitor.

"Well then obviously I was mistaken." Mr Dawkins conceded grudgingly knowing that he was in a no win position. "However I will be keeping a close eye on you Amy and if in the next 6 or 7 years you misbehave, and you will, then I will not hesitate to discipline you. Surely both of you could not argue with that."

The Head put a warning hand on Ms Hayes arm "No that is quite a correct position for a teacher to take. I would expect any teacher in my school to punish misbehaviour, in fact I insist upon it."

For a tense few seconds the two men locked stares until Mr Dawkins turned and looked at Amy a small curl of his lip "Well Amy allow me to apologise for my mistake, still no harm done hey. However I will be taking a close personal interest in your development my girl, after all we all see a lot of potential in you." Mr Dawkins literally quivered in sadistic fervour as he thought of the future possibilities as he stalked off.

Ms Hayes took Amy's hand and made to walk away.

"No Ms Hayes." The Head stopped them "Amy here was involved in an altercation in the hallway and that is not acceptable. She will come to me where we will have a serious talk."

Ms Hayes opened her mouth to protest but the Head forestalled her "That will do Ms Hayes. Mr Dawkins was wrong, but so were you in arguing in the hallway. That was unprofessional, do not add insubordination to you deeds for today. I have a 100 resumes in my office with teachers seeking a job."

Ms Hayes bit her lip knowing that the threat was real. There was immense competition for teaching jobs ever since the changes in education. Ms Hayes squeezed Amy's hand comfortingly but was unwilling to risk her job for the girl.

It was for the second time in a couple of days that Amy found herself standing in front of the Head's table. Sweating profusely as she noted the canes that hung ominously on the wall.

The Head sat watching Amy as she stood to attention in front of him. He was unsure why he had taken such an interest in the girl after all normally if he had any needs he would simply select a boy to meet them. Yet when Miss Denny had told him about Amy's excellent test results the little doe eyed girl had haunted his dreams.

He listened as Amy explained what had happened without interrupting. Without giving any clue as to whether he believed her or not, or what he intended to do.

Standing he walked around the desk until he stood directly behind the girl barely an inch from her. Due to her size Amy's head barely reached his belly. For a few seconds he said and did nothing relishing the waves of fear and confusion radiating from the girl.

"Amy I believe you" he smiled as he could feel a release breath of tension from the girl who believed she had escaped any punishment.

"However" he loved that word it was nothing more than a pretentious 'but'. "However I cannot allow such behaviour to go unpunished, although you were not the instigator of the fight you were involved. Ms Hayes will deal with the boys. I will deal with you; get ready for your punishment."

Amy blinked back a tear; she knew that it would come to this although a minute ago she has hoped that she would be spared. Knowing what was expected of her Amy unhooked her skirt and folding it neatly placed it on the dark wooden table in front of her. She shivered as the cool air of the room touched her now bare legs. Pure creamy white skin open from he tips of her white socks to the tips of her small panties.

Bertie still stood behind the girl and took a step back so he could look at her more easily. Bertie had seen thousands of children girls and boys before. This one was still a girl, unlike the older girls who had curves and were peeking into womanhood, this one was a still very much pre-pubescent. Her thighs were bony, her hips narrow and her bottom no different than any boys that he had had the delight of experiencing.

Bertie caressed Amy's panties with a hand and bent her forward until her flat cheat lay across the wooden table. Amy flinched as she felt the Headmasters fingers hook into the sides of her panties and slowly deliberately pull them down.

Amy now was naked from the waist down but despite this she did not resist of she felt the man's hand push between her thighs and ease them a foot apart, even though she knew that he could, and indeed anyone entering, see clear into her girly bits and into her bottom. She moaned in shame and rested her cheek on the desk as the Headmaster caressed her cheeks ostensibly to assess whether they were up for the impending beating.

He walked around carefully hiding his grin before moving into Amy's field of vision. He walked to the wall and selected a cane flexing it almost double with his hands and then using the tip of the cane lifted Amy's now tearful face up to look at him.

"This Amy is the junior cane. Normally only used on the younger children but still quite capable of producing a nasty sting."

He swished it back and forth in front of the child's wide eyes until it thrummed through the air in a constant blur of motion.

"I can use it on your bottom in two ways. The first is to simply give you a few strokes, but frankly that would not be sufficient and is only used on little children. The other method is simply to whip it up and down on your bottom like this for a whole minute. Can you imagine that Amy 3 or 4 strokes a second, none hurting that much, but 60 seconds of building pain and there is nothing that you can do or say that will stop me?"

Amy struggled with her bladder as the Headmaster continued to whir the cane back and forth. Then to her surprise and relief he simply tuned and replaced the cane onto the wall.

"For fighting I would normally use this however," Bertie picked up a different cane from the wall. He smiled as he heard a choked sob issue from Amy.

"Yes Amy this is the senior cane." He lovingly run his fingers up and down the shiny wooden rod. It was thick and long with barely any give when he flexed it.

"Yes for fighting I would give either 6 or 12 of the best with this. Of course after so a caning you would have to go to the nurse's room to have your wounds cleaned and the blood wiped off. But that is not my problem is it girl."

Bertie walked around the table once more slowly whipping the thick can through the air. Unlike the previous cane this one created a deep hum as it parted the air. A dreadful ominous sound that reached down deep into Amy's brain causing her to cry uncontrollably.

Bertie waited silently for over 2 minutes until Amy had progressed through tears, through wracking dry heaves and finally subsided into mute accepting terror at her impending caning.

"You see Amy what I do is whip this in as hard as I can into your bottom." He rested the canes length across Amy's bony bottom pressing it in so Amy could feel its penetrating feel.

"It can cause intense pain and deep muscle bruises. You will not be able to sit for days. In fact it has been known for even more serious injuries to occur in the hands of the incompetent or sadistic. Take Mr Dawkins and that poor boy such a terrible incident."

The Headmaster removed the cane from Amy's bottom and then gently tapped it back barely brushing the skin of the child. "But I am neither incompetent nor a sadist. Despite what some of your fellow students might say to the latter." He chuckled at his own witticism.

"I am more than capable of giving you an excruciatingly painful caning. One that you will remember for as long as you live, but without causing any permanent harm, well physical harm at least. So Amy prepare yourself."

Amy struggled to remain where she was hands grasping the hard wood of the table, her cheek pressed firmly against the now wet wood.

She felt more than heard the Headmaster draw back the heavy cane. Amy had never been caned or indeed really spanked either. Yet she had heard other children talk about it. She remembered Terri from her former class who had been caned at the age of none for skipping lessons. She had secretly shown Amy and the other girls her red bottom and tearfully explained how much it had hurt. Amy realised that was merely 4 strokes of the junior cane, this would be much much worse. She tried to relax but could not her bottom clenched tight.

Swissshhhh. The cane ripped through the air Amy squeaked and tensed and then finally realised that nothing had happened. The cane had whistled past her clearing her prone body by several inches.

"You may stand Amy." In a comforting tone. At this Amy stood and looked back eyes wide in surprise at the reprieve. The Headmaster smiled and placed the cane on the table. He knelt in front of the girl and pulled her knickers up from where they pooled around her ankles. He tugged them into place and gently tapped the crutch with a friendly pat.

He handed Amy her skirt ignoring the look of shock on the girls face at his familiarity.

As Amy reattached her skirt Bertie Smyth had an epiphany as to why he was so interested in Amy. It was the thrill of the hunt, the chase, and the final conquest he had missed for so long. He fondly remembered the time before the rules had changed when he tricked boys into having their sore bottoms massaged with soothing cream after a spanking, unaware that the cream was in fact this cum. When he was allowed, nay encouraged to have sex with the teenage children he had had a field day, but something was missing.

With Amy he sensed a chance to regain the thrill of his youthful indiscretions. She was a virgin a rare commodity in schools these days, and she was so wonderfully naive. He wanted to corrupt her to lead her into womanhood step by faltering step. With a conscious effort he controlled himself less his growing erection uncover his feelings and turned once more to Amy.

"Now Amy the reason I went through all that was because I wanted to make it absolutely clear that bad behaviour will not be tolerated. But I don't like spanking children." He mentally crossed his fingers at such a lie, "But I will not hesitate in severely punishing you should you deserve it. Do you understand?" he hugged her gently looking her in the eyes.

"Yes Sir and thank you." Amy replied in a small voice genuinely thankful for her reprieve and the small words of comfort he had given her.

"Good girl." He chastely kissed her on the lips and ushered her from his room. He patted Amy on the bottom causing her to skip in surprise and then hurry off to class.

Bertie felt his cock straining hard at his pants and he turned to his secretary.

"Be a dear would you and ask Mr Peters to send Ben Gaskins to my office. I hear he has been misbehaving again." He turned and walked back into his office and released his cock from his zip, and smiled at the thought of Ben screaming as he buggered him raw. While he was prepared to wait for Amy he was a man and he had more immediate needs to service, and Ben would do quite well enough.