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Report Card Day was not Emily's favourite day. In theory of course, it could mean that the pretty, consistently-denied 20 year old would get a few minutes of time outside her cage to receive that rarest of gifts: a cage-off orgasm. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts after each semester at the Academy she invariably returned home with a thick file of discipline reports, disappointingly low grades, and a very worried look on her face. This time was even worse for her, however.
Emily's father John didn't enjoy having to be so strict with his only daughter. He wasn't a cruel man, and one of his greatest pleasures in life was getting to reward her when she had done well. Her time away at the boarding college had been harder on him than he had expected. Emily was a brat, but she was still a lovely and quick-witted person he loved very much. For him, that love had always meant holding her to the high standards he felt she could achieve, which meant very strict discipline in all things. Corporal punishment was part of it of course, but the chastity cage had always been the key to her good behaviour.
Normally when she was at home, Emily was permitted a little more freedom these days. Before Rattangrove he had kept her in a fully sealed tube that completely blocked any sensation, but now that she was becoming a mature (he hoped) young lady, he allowed her a little more freedom. Her “good girl cage” certainly prevented erections, and she still found it very frustrating, but the gaps between the bars allowed her some sensation, and with a great deal of patience, even some relief. Emily wasn’t going to get that same lenient treatment this Christmas however.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he leafed through the paperwork the Academy had provided. The school was very thorough, with a letter from each of her Professors, her soccer coach, and finally, the Headmaster himself. Emily knew when he got to that letter. Her father’s face slowly turned a deeper and deeper red as his anger built. Her grades weren’t the issue, but the 3 page typed report detailing the “Bathroom Incident” as the school put it was damning. His fingers were shaking slightly as he set the report down, and he looked up at his daughter’s very worried face.
“Really?” he asked.
Emily’s knees weakened. She had hoped that decent grades might spare her a little bit, but she knew that look and that tone. It did not foretell an easy afternoon for her poor bottom.
“I… did get punished for it… hard…” she tried, lamely.
Her father cut her off brusquely.
“So I read, but you remember the rules from when you were living here well enough. Paddled at school….”
Emily winced. Blood rushed to her face and her hands moved instinctively to cover her bottom protectively;
“Paddled at home… Yes, Sir. I remember.”
Her father nodded, satisfied, and Emily shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other impatiently as he leafed through the rest of the paperwork again. She had probably been foolish hoping to get the red cage off for Christmas break. Her father had every right to unlock her, even if she had ended up in the black cage he was still her parent and could overrule the school. But he wouldn’t. Earning the red cage at school, especially in the manner that she had… honestly she probably could count herself lucky it was just a paddling.
It was unfortunate too… she had been so looking forward to connecting with her old high school friend Brian. He was a generous lover, far more than most guys in her experience. Most of them pretended that her locked but aching for attention parts weren’t there, or worse yet made fun of her frustration and denial. Brian had done his best to please her, even with the much more restrictive cage she had worn before Rattangrove. She had been looking forward to the feeling of his thick fingers inside her and his warm tongue slipping between the bars of her cage. That wouldn’t be happening now.
She had been dreading this the whole car trip back from Rattangrove, and she wondered if she should have confessed the moment she had met her father outside the school. She thought about the lovely drive back, joking and laughing and catching up. No, she wouldn’t have traded that for a little more leniency. That had been worth it. She hoped.
At last, her father put down her school paperwork, and picked up the heavy, long-handled brush.
“Let’s get this over with, Em.” He said, standing up.
Taking her gently by the elbow, he marched her up to her room. Laid over her father’s lap, the red ring of her punitive cage from school bright against her pale skin, her father made sure that the lesson struck home. Emily was a brat, but he knew that if he made the lesson painful enough, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He loved her enough to be very thorough indeed.
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Paddled at School, Paddled at Home:
Report Card Day was not Emily's favourite day. In theory of course, it could mean that the pretty, consistently-denied 20 year old would get a few minutes of time outside her cage to receive that rarest of gifts: a cage-off orgasm. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts after each semester at the Academy she invariably returned home with a thick file of discipline reports, disappointingly low grades, and a very worried look on her face. This time was even worse for her, however.
Emily's father John didn't enjoy having to be so strict with his only daughter. He wasn't a cruel man, and one of his greatest pleasures in life was getting to reward her when she had done well. Her time away at the boarding college had been harder on him than he had expected. Emily was a brat, but she was still a lovely and quick-witted person he loved very much. For him, that love had always meant holding her to the high standards he felt she could achieve, which meant very strict discipline in all things. Corporal punishment was part of it of course, but the chastity cage had always been the key to her good behaviour.
Normally when she was at home, Emily was permitted a little more freedom these days. Before Rattangrove he had kept her in a fully sealed tube that completely blocked any sensation, but now that she was becoming a mature (he hoped) young lady, he allowed her a little more freedom. Her “good girl cage” certainly prevented erections, and she still found it very frustrating, but the gaps between the bars allowed her some sensation, and with a great deal of patience, even some relief. Emily wasn’t going to get that same lenient treatment this Christmas however.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he leafed through the paperwork the Academy had provided. The school was very thorough, with a letter from each of her Professors, her soccer coach, and finally, the Headmaster himself. Emily knew when he got to that letter. Her father’s face slowly turned a deeper and deeper red as his anger built. Her grades weren’t the issue, but the 3 page typed report detailing the “Bathroom Incident” as the school put it was damning. His fingers were shaking slightly as he set the report down, and he looked up at his daughter’s very worried face.
“Really?” he asked.
Emily’s knees weakened. She had hoped that decent grades might spare her a little bit, but she knew that look and that tone. It did not foretell an easy afternoon for her poor bottom.
“I… did get punished for it… hard…” she tried, lamely.
Her father cut her off brusquely.
“So I read, but you remember the rules from when you were living here well enough. Paddled at school….”
Emily winced. Blood rushed to her face and her hands moved instinctively to cover her bottom protectively;
“Paddled at home… Yes, Sir. I remember.”
Her father nodded, satisfied, and Emily shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other impatiently as he leafed through the rest of the paperwork again. She had probably been foolish hoping to get the red cage off for Christmas break. Her father had every right to unlock her, even if she had ended up in the black cage he was still her parent and could overrule the school. But he wouldn’t. Earning the red cage at school, especially in the manner that she had… honestly she probably could count herself lucky it was just a paddling.
It was unfortunate too… she had been so looking forward to connecting with her old high school friend Brian. He was a generous lover, far more than most guys in her experience. Most of them pretended that her locked but aching for attention parts weren’t there, or worse yet made fun of her frustration and denial. Brian had done his best to please her, even with the much more restrictive cage she had worn before Rattangrove. She had been looking forward to the feeling of his thick fingers inside her and his warm tongue slipping between the bars of her cage. That wouldn’t be happening now.
She had been dreading this the whole car trip back from Rattangrove, and she wondered if she should have confessed the moment she had met her father outside the school. She thought about the lovely drive back, joking and laughing and catching up. No, she wouldn’t have traded that for a little more leniency. That had been worth it. She hoped.
At last, her father put down her school paperwork, and picked up the heavy, long-handled brush.
“Let’s get this over with, Em.” He said, standing up.
Taking her gently by the elbow, he marched her up to her room. Laid over her father’s lap, the red ring of her punitive cage from school bright against her pale skin, her father made sure that the lesson struck home. Emily was a brat, but he knew that if he made the lesson painful enough, she wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He loved her enough to be very thorough indeed.