At Sister Mary’s query, Misty’s gaze involuntarily flickered over the nun’s shoulder. She saw that there was a wide variety of canes hanging from wooden dowels in the case. But there were also other, more devious implements of punishment: a cat o’ nine tails; several floggers; and at least two paddles. There were also what appeared to be penises tied up with straps. Misty wasn’t certain, but they looked like dildoes, supported by some kind of harness. Misty had seen a dildo before. She and Heather had even used one on each other. But for them, it was more of a toy than a cock. And the dildo in its odd system of straps and buckles had her confused.
Misty blinked. The nun nodded. “It’s time to begin.”
“Sister Mary, please no!” Misty burst out. “You can’t do this to me. I’m a girl! Girls don’t deserve the cane!”
“Begging won’t do any good,” the nun said. “You’ve disrespected the school. You’ve groped your Heather in my hallways. You’ve disobeyed rules that are at the core of this school. You will take your punishment.”
“But you can’t cane me!” Misty’s lips were quivering.
Behind her, Heather was strangely quiet. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes distant and unfocused. Heather seemed to be far away at the moment.
“I can, and I will,” Sister Mary said. “It’s good that you’ve worn your uniform as I directed. Now come over here and take off your panties. Leave your skirt on, as well as your blouse. But take off your shoes, socks and panties.”
“Oh my God,” Misty thought. “She’s really going to do it!”
“Now!” Sister Mary’s voice was low and dangerous. She flicked the cane toward the desk.
Misty walked slowly forward. As she did so, Misty hitched up her plaid skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.