Chloe’s upbringing had been far from conventional. She’d been under her grandmother’s care since the tender age of five, a decision precipitated by her parents’ acrimonious divorce when she was just two. Her father had quickly moved on, starting a new family in a foreign land and sending her pocket money without much thought. In stark contrast, her mother, a prosperous businesswoman working for a branch of a multinational corporation, was always on the move.
The lack of attention and familial bonds forged a rebellious spirit within Chloe. Her education suffered, leading to frequent school truancies. It wasn’t until high school that she dared to ask for something different: to live apart from her mother.
Chloe found herself in a three-story house with a housemaid, her mother realizing the importance of Chloe’s education in high school. In an unorthodox move, she hired Ms. Virginia, Chloe’s homeroom teacher, to oversee her studies. Ms. Virginia, a young and attractive teacher, had initially approached her new duties with ordinary expectations. Chloe had a knack for attending school only when it suited her, brushing aside Ms. Virginia’s warnings about discipline.
One fateful night, after a late bar outing, Chloe spotted an unfamiliar car parked near her home. She inquired with the housemaid:
– Whose car is that?
– It’s your homeroom teacher’s car. She’s been waiting for you. – Replied the housemaid.
Chloe entered the house to find Ms. Virginia there, her curiosity piqued:
– Why are you here?” – Chloe inquired.,
– You’re coming home this late? Do you know how important your studies really are? – Ms. Virginia, with a stern look, responded,
– Yeah! What’s the point? – Chloe answered nonchalantly,
– Is that the kind of attitude you should have? How could you speak to me with such a tone? – Ms. Virginia persisted.
Chloe remained silent, unused to anyone talking to her like that.
– If you don’t want me to manage you, that’s fine. But you need to meet certain academic requirements. You have to score above 80 in your subjects, except for Math, Physics, and Chemistry, which would be above 60. If you can’t meet these requirements, I’ll discipline you and manage you more strictly. Do you understand? – Ms. Virginia continued
Chloe looked at her but didn’t reply.
– If you don’t answer me, I’ll assume you understand. If you can’t meet these requirements, I will take corrective actions. You should know what that means. – Ms. Virginia stated firmly
Chloe still didn’t respond, finding Ms. Virginia’s demands excessive.
In the weeks that followed, Chloe continued her reckless behavior, paying no heed to Ms. Virginia’s warnings. She frequented late-night bars and remained negligent about her studies.
On a Saturday night, Chloe returned late from a bar outing, staying out until 3 a.m., convinced that she had no school the next morning. However, when she woke up at 11 the following day, she was surprised to find Ms. Virginia sitting in the living room.
– M.. Miss….when did you come here? – Chloe stammered.
Ms. Virginia looked at her and stated:
– From now on, I will live with you and take care of you.
The declaration hit Chloe like a thunderclap, and she questioned who had allowed Ms. Virginia to stay.
– You must have forgotten the conditions I gave you. – Ms. Virginia reminded her,
– What conditions? – Chloe asked, her memory jogged.
Ms. Virginia reprimanded her for her disrespectful behavior and informed her about the condition of academic requirements.
“Why do you think you could address me?”. Chloe stared at Ms. Virginia, her face blank, offering no response. She settled into a chair and turned the TV on at an ear-splitting volume, paying no attention to Ms. Virginia.
Ms. Virginia grew frustrated, shouting loudly: “What do you think you are doing!?”
Chloe still didn’t answer and remained seated.
– Is it acceptable for a schoolgirl to skip your lessons yesterdays and go to bar club all night? – Ms. Virginia proposed – Today, I’ll teach you a severe lesson!
Then, Ms. Virginia quickly left for her room, leaving Chloe in a state of irritation, mumbling to herself. About five minutes later, Ms. Virginia reappeared, holding something in her hand that Chloe paid little attention to. After another two minutes, Ms. Virginia stood in front of Chloe, wielding two long rattan canes.
What are you doing? – Chloe asked.
Ms. Virginia struggled to find something, but it turned out she was looking for a string to tie the two rattan whips together. She then gazed at Chloe and said: “Hurry up and go to your room!”
Chloe neither listened nor responded. Suddenly, a sharp and stinging blow landed on her shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!!!?”. Chloe shouted.
Another swift strike followed. “WHY DID YOU HIT ME!?”. Her retort then earned her a slap on the face. Regaining her composure, Chloe glared at Ms. Virginia, who has ordered her to go to her bedroom.
Defiantly, Chloe refused, but Ms. Virginia wasn’t one to be trifled with. She delivered another blow to Chloe’s calf, who still stood her ground, despite the searing pain.
– Are you going to your room? – Ms. Virginia challenged,
– No! – Chloe fiercely replied
– Let’s see whether you or my cane is harder?
Then there was a sound come along with sting and painful feelings right at her calf. She still tried to stand there.
Whack!…………whack!…………whack!……..whack!…
– Are you going to your bedroom now? – The cane swiftly caused Chloe to drop to her knees.
Chloe’s face was glum as she finally obeyed and walked to her room, the ground trembling beneath her angry footsteps. Once inside, Ms. Virginia followed and locked the door. She pointed to the bed, indicating Chloe should lie down, but she remained standing, adamantly refusing. No one had dared to treat her this way before.
Ms. Virginia drew closer and administered a hard slap, prompting Chloe to raise her hand in self-defense. The real punishment had yet to begin. As the rattan sticks made contact, the room resounded with the agonizing strikes. Chloe dropped to her knees, tears welling up, but she wiped them away, refusing to cry.
– Are you going to lie down now?
Chloe slowly complied, trembling from the first-time experience of such punishment.
Ms. Virginia instructed her to remove her pants, but Chloe resisted
– Why do I have to do it!? It’s so humiliated!
– You’re being very rude to your teacher. This is the punishment that you must receive. If you take off your pants, I will deliver 50 strokes. If you don’t comply, I’ll give you 100 strokes instead. – Ms. Virginia warned.
Chloe held her ground, refusing to remove her pants. That means she choosed to receive 100 strokes of the cane.
– While being punished, if you don’t keep your right position or place your hands on your behinds, then I’ll start the punishment from the beginning. – Ms. Virginia cautioned
As soon as she finished talking, Ms. Virginia gave two powerful strokes right at the center of her bottoms. It was so painful that Chloe sat up and rubbed her butt with moaning.
– LIE DOWN!
She slowly lay down and Ms. Virginia said just those two strokes were not counted. Chloe looked at Ms. Virginia with an unyielding expression
Whack! ….whack! ….whack! …whack!
Each minute, she hit her with a very strong stroke that hurts like hell, but she didn’t cry as she told herself that she would never cry in front of this tough lady.
Whack!…………whack! ……….whack! …………15, 16, 17, 18
Suddenly she heard a sob but it wasn’t very loud and she tried to cover her mouth with her hands. Then again…
Whack!….whack! ….25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30
It was already challenging for her to attempt to shift her body to alleviate the pain, but when she heard Ms. Virginia sternly instruct her to lie down straight or start over, she was taken aback. She quickly complied, lying down to prepare for the next round of discipline.
Whack!………whack!…………45, 46, 47, 48
– Let’s see if you will still be rude after the punishment!
The pain was excruciating, yet she remained silent, refraining from asking for forgiveness. An hour elapsed, but the beating showed no signs of coming to an end.
Whack!………whack!………… 71, 72, 73, 74, 75
Despite her exhaustion, she persevered and could feel her backside bleeding.
Whack!………whack!………… 95, 96, 97, 98, 99…
As the blows continued, Chloe’s agony grew, and she attempted to shift to alleviate it. However, Ms. Virginia’s reminder to lie still underlined the threat of starting over, forcing Chloe to endure the relentless strikes. The punishment persisted, causing Chloe’s pain to become excruciating, leaving her buttocks sore and bleeding. In the end, Ms. Virginia delivered a forceful blow that brought forth intense pain, reducing Chloe to tears.
When it finally concluded, Ms. Virginia ordered Chloe to stand, but she could barely move. While making her way to the door, Ms. Virginia inquired about who had permitted her to leave the room, but Chloe remained silent. Ms. Virginia raised the canes, poised to strike her leg, but then reconsidered.
– Chloe that if your disrespectful behavior persisted, the next punishment would involve three rattan canes and a hundred strokes on your bare buttocks – She cautioned.
Chloe continued her silence, prompting Ms. Virginia to direct her to kneel in the corner. It took another two hours for Chloe to rise, and she remained stoic and unyielding.
Ms. Virginia, maintaining her stern demeanor, warned Chloe of further consequences when the results for her remaining subjects were released. Hours later, the punishment came to an end, leaving Chloe exhausted and in pain.
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