She hugged me back, tears falling down my shoulder mixed with the freezing water.I kept silent and caressed her hair."I'm so sorry Stephanie," she mum...led against my body,"I'm so sorry. I should have never let him hurt you."I held her even tighter. "Hey come on mom, it's not your fault, it was never your fault." Yes it was. I should have done something about him sooner, he should have never laid a finger on you."My eyes watered now too. "You don't have to worry about it anymore. It's over mom,. So I walked in and a cheery brunette girl greeted me. Hey, my name is Anna. I am here to introduce new students to people in their grade, she said with a large smile. I just nodded my head, and followed her to a room marked 10th Grade English. I assumed this was my homeroom. I looked around and saw a group of 7 boys. Anna shouted, Hey guys, this is um… Gabe, I said bluntly. Oh sorry, Gabe. Guys this is Gabe, he is in your homeroom, she said hurriedly. Then she just walked out. Great. Trust me,. ?Thank you sir for caning me, thank you master for having me caned.? With each stroke I quickly repeated this mantra. Ten clearly defined red welts ran from the edge of my knees up my thighs to near my pussy. The sight of the uniform lines made even more turned on than the caning itself. I knelt there panting for breath, as David, asked my Master if he thought I had been sincere. ?Well she seemed pretty sincere, but just to be safe, perhaps five more strokes.? I almost collapsed. I. Er... layers of petticoats underneath... big puffy sleeves and... er... plenty of frills... lots of pretty ribbons and lace... er... something like that" I said breathlessly. She burst out laughing and continued for what seemed an age."Oh, you seem to know exactly what you want young man. You'll want a meringue then" she laughed, sending the young girls behind me into fits of giggles.I blushed deep red. She led me over to a rail full of billowing full-skirted styles I so adored and had secretly.