Minseo won

There's really nothing to choose between them, but in order for your plan to work, you need to choose a winner.

"Well done, Minseo," is how you announce the victor. "Natalie, please take the position."

With those words, one student is exalted by success and joy, the other crushed by disappointment and defeat. Nevertheless, they do well to maintain their dignity. Minseo doesn't celebrate (at least on the outside) and Natalie stands up and bends over the table without hesitation.

"Minseo, would you mind sitting directly opposite Natalie? Given the reason for this caning, I think it would be beneficial for you to look straight into each other's eyes throughout. Tell me if Natalie breaks eye contact and I will add a further dozen strokes."

Both girls give a gasp at that, but you don't actually expect it to come into effect. Minseo gets up and lifts her chair a few inches to the side, careful not to scrape it on the floor, then sits back down, looking right into her rival's eyes.

"Now, Minseo, would you like to take a dozen strokes to halve Natalie's four dozen?"

"Well, I'd be happy to, Professor, if Natalie feels she can't cope with the penalty we agreed." A slight smile plays around her lips as she speaks, happy to have found a way to appear solicitous of her tute-partner's suffering, whilst knowing full well that her pride would never let her admit this, even if it's true.

Sure enough, Natalie politely declines the offer, whereupon Minseo tells her that if she changes her mind, all she has to do is ask. You then walk behind the soon-to-be-thrashed twenty year old and take your first look at her tight, round bottom.

The pale flesh is scored by dozens of scarlet lines from a thin whip or cord, with a few darker areas suggesting a recent application of a strap, but nothing to concern you about the safety of the chastisement you're about to inflict.

"This is going to be extremely painful, Natalie, so I don't expect you to remain silent, but please try not to scream or disturb the other members of the college who are trying to work nearby." You're pretty sure the rooms are soundproofed a lot better than they were before the changes you made with the Rulebook, but with the window open on a warm day, the noise of a vigorous disciplinary session will still carry.

"Yes, Professor. Please may I have the first stroke." She speaks loudly and clearly, but not too loudly.

The weight of the rod makes it feel more like a bat than a cane and it swings easily through the air, momentum threatening to pull it right out of your hand. It lands with an audible thud, which masks the groan it causes, a livid three inch wide stripe evidence of the power behind the stroke. Half a dozen will cover the whole of her bum and thighs, so you'll have to expand your horizons if you're going for the full forty-eight.

"One, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the second stroke."

* THUD *

"Uh!" A shudder runs down her fit, lean legs. "Two, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the third."

* THUD *

Three in a row on the same spot cause a swift intake of breath and a gasping "thank-you." Her skin is still intact, but the muscle underneath is definitely badly bruised and you don't think it wise to give her any more there today, so the fourth goes on the top of her thighs and her grunt of pain is nearly a sigh of relief that you're not continuing to belabour the already-tender flesh.

"Four, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the fifth."

* THUD *

"Five, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the sixth."

* THUD *

"Six, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the seventh."

With each recitation of the familiar lines, the pitch of Natalie's voice increases and when you reposition for the next set of three to the middle of her bottom, you can hear her panting a little with the effort of not showing her tute-partner just how difficult it is for her. Minseo, meanwhile, is staring rapt, as though the eyes brimming with unshed tears in front of her were the most exquisite artworks imaginable.

* THUD *

"Seven, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the eighth."

* THUD *

"Oh-oh, eight, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the ninth."

* THUD *

"Nnnnine, thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the tenth."

After a masterful show of self-control, tears are now beginning to flow in earnest. Minseo licks her lips absently, betraying another flicker of a smile as she watches intently.

* THUD *

"A-ha!" The blow to the middle of Natalie's thighs makes them quiver like a jelly. "Ten, thank-you, Professor…Please may I have the eleventh." It takes a moment for her to catch her breath.

* THUD *

"Ahhh, eleven, th-thank-you, Professor. P-please may I have the twelfth."

* THUD *

"Ungh, twelve…thank-you, Professor. Please may I have the thirteenth."

Shoulders heaving, the final request comes out almost as a whine and dissolves into wracking sobs, but she somehow manages to maintain eye contact as you've demanded. A quarter of the way through the allotted sentence, you're impressed that she hasn't succumbed to despair, perhaps spurred on to greater resilience by the need to prove herself in front of her personal enemy.

The next three strokes are to the top of her buttocks, slightly overlapping the earlier set and leaving her entire rump a blackened expanse of battered flesh. You can't resist feeling the effects and take the time to run your hands over the bruised nates, gently squeezing the punished cheeks whilst their owner weeps with abandon. You wonder what it says about you that you find them more attractive and alluring in their present state than you would if they were unblemished.

Still, the next tutorial approaches apace and you know that you'll need time to take your pleasure sexually after you finish the caning, so you reluctantly let go of her bum and lay on another trio of strokes, to the bottom of her thighs.

The weight of the first makes her knees buckle briefly, but she straightens instantly, bracing for further impact. Considering how bravely she endures the next two and the fact that this is an extra-disciplinary chastisement, you decide not to punish her for the lapse. However, you have now reached the limits of Natalie's current position, so you ask her tute-partner to help her lie face down on the table, with her shoes off. In barely any time at all, a space has been cleared and Natalie is ready for the next half dozen, toes touching and heels a little way apart, Minseo kneeling at the end of the table so that they can continue to look into each other's eyes.

The girls must both suspect that Natalie's soles will suffer at least a portion of the remaining strokes, but first you give her calves a set, eliciting a silent scream of anguish before each count, her whole body quivering with the strain of coping with such an obscene amount of pain. The vertical angle makes it easier to apply the amount of **** required, which is nice, since you were starting to get a little tired from swinging the cane so strongly.

The position of Natalie's feet is, presumably not coincidentally, perfect for bastinado, her instep exposed and **** to your cruel attentions. The first thud is followed by a wail and an almost unintelligible thanks and appeal for the next.

* THUD *

"Wah-oh-aaah, twe-hah-th-ee-tha-yee-P-haa-nnngh. Peesh mmm I yavh ne teh-hy f-huh-huh-huh."

* THUD *

Natalie can't speak for a few seconds after that one, but just before you become impatient, she manages to whisper the ritual words in between helpless sobs.

You're contemplating whether to beat her back or have her turn over for the remaining two dozen, when Minseo speaks up, a reasonable facsimile of concern upon her pretty face.

"Professor, since this is the half way point, I wondered whether it's a good time to check that Natalie's sure she isn't too weak to endure the rest. I'm still happy to take the dozen, if she asks me nicely."

"Very well, Minseo," you reply.

The nineteen year old looks expectantly at her tute-partner, knowing that whatever her answer, it will be another victory in one way or another.