Miss Craven would see what a baby I was, and she would be disappointed that I couldn’t take my caning like a big boy. It hurt me to realize this, but there was nothing I could do about it. She was about to whip my arse a fourth time and it was going to be the worst pain of my life. I would just have to fight it the best I could. There was the soft swish and the cane struck me hard across my lower bottom, slightly below the previous stroke. Sharp, indescribable agony flooded over me, and for a few seconds I thought I was dead. Then the pain eased, slightly, and I could breath again. To my amazement the pain wasn’t nearly as bad as before.

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