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ExcerptMs. Joskins rolled up her sleeves and flexed the longcane, preparing herself. With the tip of the rod she caughtthe lower end of Rebecca’s skirt and flipped it up, revealingthe teen’s sky blue panties. Rebecca blushed furiously andcouldn’t resist a quick wiggle to adjust her position. It wasa move that only brought more attention and focus to herposterior, the opposite of what she was wanting. The twinround cheeks, so tightly encased in the blue panties, bulgedoutward obviously, as though eager to meet the rod.“It is forbidden to smoke on campus,” snapped Ms.Joskins. “I can’t prove that you did, as I didn’t catch you inthe act, but I can assume that since you had the cigarettesyou intended to smoke them.”“But they’re not even mine!” cried Rebecca.“No way to prove that either. It’s no matter. Your bottomwill now pay for your mistake. Class, I want you all to watchand observe what happens to naughty girls with filthy habitslike smoking.”The cane tapped the waiting rump. “This is going to besevere, my dear. Four for potentially smoking, and eight forbringing cigarettes on campus.”There was a collective gasp from the students. Rebecca’shead swam and she wanted to pee. Twelve strokes! Heavens,this was not going to be fun.

DisclaimerThis book contains explicit material of an adult nature. Readat your own risk! Anything offensive is your own problem. Thecontent of this book is for entertainment purposes only, and itdoes not necessarily represent the viewpoint of the author orthe publisher. All characters are fictional—any resemblance toany real person is purely coincidental.Also by The FlogmasterNovels and Novella CollectionsFlogmaster Novellas: Volumes 1-4Erin’s AdventuresThe Power of the ClipboardThe Absent-Minded ProfessorC.J.’s GrandmaShort Story CollectionsTwelve of the Best: Volumes 1-10Ultimate Archive: Volumes 1-4Super-Short Stories: Volume 1Real-Life Spankings: Volume 1Purchase these in print or PDF at the Flogmaster’s Bookstore:http://stores.lulu.com/flogmasterText and artworkCopyright 2010 by the Flogmaster (Frank Marsh)All Rights Reserved

About the Warning LabelsThe stories in this book deal with Spanking, Discipline, Punishment, S&M,BSDM, Love Slaves, and other extreme topics. Because some topics offendpeople, each story is labeled to warn you of its contents. If you are the sensitivetype, watch the warning labels and story descriptions attached to eachstory. As an aid, here’s an explanation of my warning system. First, here’s asample story title, warning label, and description:Paul Bunyan and the Great LakesM/Ffff — ole fashion paddlin’A strange new twist on the ole yarn about how Paul Bunyan andBabe the Blue Ox created the Great Lakes. (1,758 words. Writtenin 1996.)Stories are marked with MFmf labels to indicate who is spanking whom.Capital letters represent adults and lower case are minors (under 18). Of courseM refers to Males and F to Females. Under this system, anything to the leftof the slash indicate a Spanker and anything to the right a Spankee. Thereforein the above example an adult male is spanking three girls and a woman.If there are a lot of people involved, sometimes this is abbreviated with anumber, such as F6/f24, implying that 6 women spank 12 girls. Keep in mindthat the label refers to the primary participants—sometimes, especially inlonger stories—there may be minor spankings of a different type included.Stories may also contain other warnings and explanations. These are usuallyself-explanatory words like “sex” or “punishment spanking.” You may alsosee references to cons, non-cons, or n/c. Those abbreviations refer toconsensual and non-consensual spankings. (Punishment spankings, especiallythose of children, are usually n/c though this isn’t always indicated for childrenstories.)I keep story descriptions brief and try not to include any “spoilers” thatwould ruin the plot for you. The description should intrigue if you are interestedin the subject matter, and warn you away if you are not. As always, readat your own risk.

ContentsCause and Effect 9MF/Ff — nc caningA package of cigarettes causes a chain reaction ofdiscipline. (21,048 words.)

Cause and EffectMF/Ff — nc caningA package of cigarettes causes a chain reactionof discipline. (21,048 words.)It i s s a i d that giving in to temptation opens the door toall sorts of trouble, and that was never more true thanfor sixteen-year-old Rebecca Watts. For weeks she’d beenharboring a crush for the new bad boy in the neighborhood, acertain “Chaz” Dominguez (19, high school dropout, leatherjacket, biker punk). To get him to notice her she startedwearing slutty clothes: black leather micro-skirts, tightblouses without a bra, skintight jeans. She’d spend hours inher driveway, washing her BMW wearing only her pink stringbikini, and making sure she got deliciously wet and soapy.Even a blind man had to notice.Naturally her parents grew concerned and warned her:she was not to see Chaz and he wasn’t to see her. Of coursethat only made the romance illicit, which made the rebel allthe more attractive. Soon Rebecca and Chaz were an item. Asecret item, but an item.

10 | The FlogmasterRebecca’s prim and proper upbringing quickly wentdownhill as she followed the rebel’s lead. When he offeredher a cigarette one day, she couldn’t look “uncool” in frontof his friends; she had to accept it. Soon she was smokingregularly, and popping mints to keep her mom from smellingit on her breath.In retrospect, getting caught was inevitable. With therisks Rebecca was taking, it was going to happen sooner orlater. The event finally came to pass one afternoon when hermom was at her bridge club. Unfortunately for Rebecca, SallyPerkins’ daughter had the flu and bridge was cancelled at thelast minute, so Mrs. Watts returned home early.Rebecca had snuck Chaz in for a major make out sessionin her bedroom. Things got steamy quickly, and soon sweetlittle Rebecca was down to just panties and bra and servicingChaz’s stiff erection when there was the sound of the garagedoor opening.The distraction went unnoticed by Chaz, who was aboutto pop and did, spurting all over the bewildered Rebecca’sface. Horrified, she grabbed tissues and tried to clean herselfoff and get dressed again, while trying to get Chaz out and yetremain cool and not let on to him just how desperate she wasfor him to leave.It was Chaz’s pack of cigarettes that ruined everything.She’d gotten him out the window safely, but when she turnedaround she spotted them right in the open on her bed. She

Cause and Effect | 11could hear her mom coming up the steps, so she snatchedthem and shoved them in the nearest hiding place—herschool backpack.“Hi mom,” Rebecca said casually as her mom passed. “Ithought you were at bridge.”“Oh, it was cancelled. Things okay with you, honey?”“Oh sure! I was doing my homework.”At that moment, just as Rebecca was congratulatingherself for escaping, the idiot Chaz poked his head in throughthe window. “Yo, B, I forgot my C’s, man.”Mrs. Watt’s smile vanished, replaced with a grim lookof determination. Rebecca’s smile went stiff and artificial.But the truth—or a significant part of it—was out, and nowRebecca had to face the music.Chaz was banished. Mr. Watts was called and he immediatelytelephoned his attorney. By five o’clock there was arestraining order for Eduardo “Chaz” Dominguez forbiddinghim to get within 100 feet of Rebecca. Meanwhile, aserious Mr. Watts headed home to deal with his recalcitrantdaughter.The dealing, it turned out, to be mostly involving the teen’spert rump, which was bared and soundly spanked. Mrs. Watt’shad her go first, paddling the girl’s shapely bottom a brightpink with a stout ivory hairbrush. Then it was her father’sturn. He used a long strip of heavy leather and painted five orsix dozen crimson blotches across Rebecca’s naked buttocks.

12 | The FlogmasterRebecca spent her time howling and kicking, wiggling herburning ass, and vowing perfect behavior if only the spankingwould end.It was a quite somber Rebecca who went to school thenext day. The very idea of Chaz was wiped from her memory;he seemed vague, like something from long, long ago. Herbottom was still blotchy with red and very sore, and she hadno desire at all to reacquaint herself with her father’s heavystrap any time soon.The evil pack of cigarettes, which Rebecca would haveblamed for the entire mess if she’d remembered about themat all, sat forgotten in the bottom of her bookbag, and it wasseveral days before she noticed them. Unfortunately for her,she wasn’t the only one who noticed them, for they fell out ofher bag when she pulled out her history textbook. The wholeclass saw them, including the teacher, Ms. Judy Joskins.“Rebecca! How dare you bring cigarettes to school!” criedthe woman, and promptly confiscated them. She placed themin her desk drawer and then fetched a very long and dreadfulwhite cane, intending to teach the teen a severe and publiclesson.“Oh no!” moaned Rebecca, cursing ever meeting Chazand even having seen a cigarette, but there wasn’t much shecould do. Her guilt was clear. Reluctantly she bent forwardacross the teacher’s desk. The hem of her short schoolgirlskirt raised up, revealing smooth pale thighs. The bulge of

Cause and Effect | 13her buttocks presented a lovely sight to the watching class,who observed in breathless anticipation.Ms. Joskins rolled up her sleeves and flexed the longcane, preparing herself. With the tip of the rod she caughtthe lower end of Rebecca’s skirt and flipped it up, revealingthe teen’s sky blue panties. Rebecca blushed furiously andcouldn’t resist a quick wiggle to adjust her position. It wasa move that only brought more attention and focus to herposterior, the opposite of what she was wanting. The twinround cheeks, so tightly encased in the blue panties, bulgedoutward obviously, as though eager to meet the rod.“It is forbidden to smoke on campus,” snapped Ms.Joskins. “I can’t prove that you did, as I didn’t catch you inthe act, but I can assume that since you had the cigarettesyou intended to smoke them.”“But they’re not even mine!” cried Rebecca.“No way to prove that either. It’s no matter. Your bottomwill now pay for your mistake. Class, I want you all to watchand observe what happens to naughty girls with filthy habitslike smoking.”The cane tapped the waiting rump. “This is going to besevere, my dear. Four for potentially smoking, and eight forbringing cigarettes on campus.”There was a collective gasp from the students. Rebecca’shead swam and she wanted to pee. Twelve strokes! Heavens,this was not going to be fun.

14 | The FlogmasterThere was a deadly whirl of air and the rod sliced downward.Though not tall, Ms. Joskins was a fit young woman oftwenty-five. She’d played tennis in college and still managedthe occasional match on weekends. She swung that caneas though attempting a ninety-mile serve. The whippy rodliterally wrapped itself around the obstruction of Rebecca’sbuttocks, plowing in where resistance was less. It was a strokeknown as “full-blooded,” which meant the thick weal thatimmediately sprang up on Rebecca’s bottom was blood-redand ready to burst. It took a few seconds for the immensepain to sink through the girl, then she fell into spasms ofquivering and shivering. She gritted her teeth and closed hereyes to keep in the tears. It was embarrassing enough to bebeaten in front of her friends; at the very least she had to takeher thrashing with dignity.Unfortunately, dignity was long gone by the third stroke.Rebecca lay sprawled across the desk, her legs kicking uncontrollably.She writhed in misery, waving her stinging bottomback and forth. The tears came unbidden and flowed againsther will. There was nothing she could do to stop the howls andscreams of pain that burst from her lips with each agonizingstripe of the cane.Ms. Joskins spanked with a will. An ex-smoker, she foundthe tempting habit particularly vile, and she took out her irritationon the girl spread in front of her. After six she wassweating, and by nine she had to pause to catch her breath.

Cause and Effect | 15Rebecca, the recipient of her anger, didn’t mind the pauseat all, except that it prolonged the punishment and she justdesperately wanted her caning to be over. She lay gasping andmoaning, itching to reach back and rub her scalded natesbut not daring to do so as the consequences would be highlyunpleasant.Finally the teacher was ready to continue. The final threestrokes were masterpieces. Each was low, right above thesulcal fold, where the skin is ridiculously tender and the fleshcurvishly plump. The overlapping weals were dark blue inplaces, a deep maroon in others. Poor Rebecca couldn’t stophowling.Ms. Joskins put away the cane with satisfaction. Technically,she ought to have turned the girl into the Headmistress, butthere was no question in her mind that the girl had more thanlearned her lesson. Besides, having the others observe thecaning not only made Rebecca’s punishment more embarrassingand therefore effective, it also was the ideal way toremind all the other students of the high cost of smoking.Young Rebecca was ashen with fear as she limped homethat afternoon. Her belly was in turmoil. Would her parentsfind out about her thrashing? If she’d been sent to theHeadmistress there was no question her mother would havebeen called. But with Ms. Joskins handling the matter in theclassroom, perhaps it would be considered a routine beatingand not worthy of parental notification.