«My hands became sweaty and my heart skipped a beat. A moment ago I had been in Suzy’s position, ready to receive the cane. Now I was in pain. The switch did not make me happy.
I pulled the cane back and slowly brought it forward, carefully aiming it at the fleshier part of Suzy’s small ass. I didn’t want a wrong blow that would really hurt her. I lightly spanked her ass and then took my real swing.
The cane whipped through the air and hit with a loud pop. I was surprised by how deep the cane went into Suzy’s ass before it bounced. Vibrations rose up the cane and buzzed my fingers. I watched Suzy suck in air so fast she practically choked and I waited for her to regain her composure. It hadn’t been that hard of a blow, but the effects were remarkable. A crooked red line appeared across Suzy’s snow-white bottom.
The second blow made her cry out. It landed a little lower than the first and was straighter. The far end dug deep into her bottom and I saw when I pulled the cane back, the mark was dark, almost purple, in that spot. I knew she was bruised—she would still feel it in a week.
“That’s how you cane someone,” she snapped and handed me the cane. Suzy was still in position, as nervous as a cat in a firecracker factory. I gave her a new and improved third blow, this one making her moan and hiss loudly, and the lady called it satisfactory.
Over and over, I slammed that cane across Suzy’s small bottom, wincing as I saw her struggle and cry. I knew it was hurting her a lot. My hands were shaking and I felt sick inside. It was one thing for me to be spanked so severely—I deserved it and I was used to it. But Suzy was a virgin with the cane. This wasn’t fair.
By the tenth blow, Suzy’s bottom was a beating table. She was a small, young girl, maybe fifteen—her bottom wasn’t as wide as mine and didn’t have as much surface area. I was forced to overlap the blows, even though I knew it would hurt her a lot.
The twelfth blow was right in the crease and it was a hard one, harder than I had intended. Suzy jumped to her feet and screamed, putting her hands behind her back and clutching her bottom. It was a serious foul. Three penalty strokes.»
«My hands became sweaty and my heart skipped a beat. A moment ago I had been in Suzy’s position, ready to receive the cane. Now I was in pain. The switch did not make me happy.
I pulled the cane back and slowly brought it forward, carefully aiming it at the fleshier part of Suzy’s small ass. I didn’t want a wrong blow that would really hurt her. I lightly spanked her ass and then took my real swing.
The cane whipped through the air and hit with a loud pop. I was surprised by how deep the cane went into Suzy’s ass before it bounced. Vibrations rose up the cane and buzzed my fingers. I watched Suzy suck in air so fast she practically choked and I waited for her to regain her composure. It hadn’t been that hard of a blow, but the effects were remarkable. A crooked red line appeared across Suzy’s snow-white bottom.
The second blow made her cry out. It landed a little lower than the first and was straighter. The far end dug deep into her bottom and I saw when I pulled the cane back, the mark was dark, almost purple, in that spot. I knew she was bruised—she would still feel it in a week.
“That’s how you cane someone,” she snapped and handed me the cane. Suzy was still in position, as nervous as a cat in a firecracker factory. I gave her a new and improved third blow, this one making her moan and hiss loudly, and the lady called it satisfactory.
Over and over, I slammed that cane across Suzy’s small bottom, wincing as I saw her struggle and cry. I knew it was hurting her a lot. My hands were shaking and I felt sick inside. It was one thing for me to be spanked so severely—I deserved it and I was used to it. But Suzy was a virgin with the cane. This wasn’t fair.
By the tenth blow, Suzy’s bottom was a beating table. She was a small, young girl, maybe fifteen—her bottom wasn’t as wide as mine and didn’t have as much surface area. I was forced to overlap the blows, even though I knew it would hurt her a lot.
The twelfth blow was right in the crease and it was a hard one, harder than I had intended. Suzy jumped to her feet and screamed, putting her hands behind her back and clutching her bottom. It was a serious foul. Three penalty strokes.»