Her hand patted my rear as she spoke and I shuddered. “Please, Miss!” “Yes, at least four, I think. Perhaps more, depending on how well you take them. You will be a good boy for me, won’t you? Staying in position and not crying out and making a terrible fuss?” I moaned and shook my head. The desk was hard and my awkward position felt dreadfully exposed. “N-not too hard, Miss, please,” I begged. “I’ve never had the cane before.” “Then we must make your first experience with it memorable,” said the woman, and I heard the chilling sound of the cane swishing through the air. My bottom twitched and the heat from my earlier spanking felt quite pronounced. “I will warn you right now that I take canings very seriously.
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