A caning does no good unless it’s a stiff one, and I make mine the stiffest. I was caned as a child and though I can still remember how badly it hurt, it did me a world of good.” “Oh, please, Miss!” “Now buck up, lad. Be brave. It will be over soon and you’ll be the better for it.” Something hard pressed against the seat of my shorts and I tensed my legs in anticipation. My palms were sweaty as I gripped the opposite side of the desk. How much would it hurt? I thought. There was a long pause, then a swish followed by a loud firecracker explosion. Intense, blinding pain overwhelmed for a few seconds, and then I became aware of a deep and biting ache across my bottom.
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