After a while, it seemed my ordeal was over as they stopped swiping my arse but then started a fit of giggles. I looked behind me and they produced a proper cane. I told them that there was no way they would be caning me but after some protestation, a compromise was agreed whereby I could have a cushion to protect my bottom so that at least they could practice their swings for accuracy.
I don’t know if this got them excited but after a few more minutes they said I could get out of there one one condition, they wanted to remove the cushion and each give me 6 of the best on my unprotected bottom so as to recreate the proper scenario.

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