A Trip to the Head38

“Come on, lad. It will be an even six. Your mates will be impressed. I’ll put them right here so your bum will be well-striped.” I didn’t have to ask if she meant to cane me bare bottomed. She was already lifting the cane and stepping back. I was too terrified to move. A distant impulse pricked at me to run for the door, but something held me in position. There was a sharp swish and followed by a louder, more intense pop. The pain was startling. It came at me faster, a rush of stinging that took my breath away. Miss Craven mercifully didn’t give me a moment to think about it but promptly whipped the cane down again, this time a bit lower, and I had no doubt that my bottom held six parallel strokes.

Related Articles

Log in with your credentials

Forgot your details?