The Caning of Joanne - Part One
The Caning of Joanne Part 1
"Joanne, come to the front of the class"
Joanne is a girl next door type in my class. Long blonde hair is her best feature - she paused to pick up hair bobble and put her hair into a pony tail. She knew what was ahead, though it was her first time in front of the class.
You see, I have been 'tutoring' Joanne in private for several years, and thought it time she showed her self control in public.
Joanne is quite tall, and has the physique of a hockey player - with muscular but not overly large legs.
Perky bosom too. Sweet face with a snub nose.
"Over the desk. Skirt up". She was wearing a white blouse, bra, scratchy grey wool school skirt, white socks and flt shoes. She laid over the desk as ordered, white cotton clad rump in the air.
"That will never do. Knickers off and hand them to me". She sprang up and daintily removed her knickers over her shoes. I pocketed them.
She laid back over the desk, legs slightly parted so all could see her surprisingly dark bush.
I folded her skirt up over her back, using a bulldog clip to fasten it to her blouse.
I strode over to the cane cupboard and selected my normal straight handled whippy cane with the leather grip.
A few practice swats through the air and Joanna gasped.
The boys and girls in the class looked on wide eyed. Boys cocks of course hard as iron and I am sure some damp pussies too.
I took position behind Joanna and delivered the first stroke. "Ooouchhhh" But she stayed down. I had trained her well. And a "Thankyou Sir"
Second stroke, a louder moan and a leg kick. "Thankyou Sir"
One for the Caning Demonstration Team I thought.
Stroke three met with gritted teeth and a "Nnnnnngggg" as I laid it on wickedly low. "Thankyou Sir" as her hips pumped up and down to shake off the pain. I watched her hockey trained muscles at work for too long a pause to be decent.
Number four across the crown of her rump, a real stinger. "Arrrrrrghhhh" a full throated scream. At this stage she cared not about the show she was putting on between her legs. "Thankyou Sir"
Number five laid on hard. I could see she was struggling to stay down and blubbing a little.
"Oooohhhh" "Thankyou Sir"
"Last one Joanne. You have been a good girl" "Yes Sir" through the tears.
Number six - the traditional gating stroke across the five barred gate.
Causing feet drumming and delicious wiggling as I and the class watched.
A final "Thankyou Sir" and I allowed her to lie there, spent, to catch her breath.
"Joanne - you are excused knickers for the rest of the day. Collect them at 4pm"
I undid the bulldog clip and dried her tears. Joanne returned to her seat.
Knicker collection follows in Part 2
"Joanne, come to the front of the class"
Joanne is a girl next door type in my class. Long blonde hair is her best feature - she paused to pick up hair bobble and put her hair into a pony tail. She knew what was ahead, though it was her first time in front of the class.
You see, I have been 'tutoring' Joanne in private for several years, and thought it time she showed her self control in public.
Joanne is quite tall, and has the physique of a hockey player - with muscular but not overly large legs.
Perky bosom too. Sweet face with a snub nose.
"Over the desk. Skirt up". She was wearing a white blouse, bra, scratchy grey wool school skirt, white socks and flt shoes. She laid over the desk as ordered, white cotton clad rump in the air.
"That will never do. Knickers off and hand them to me". She sprang up and daintily removed her knickers over her shoes. I pocketed them.
She laid back over the desk, legs slightly parted so all could see her surprisingly dark bush.
I folded her skirt up over her back, using a bulldog clip to fasten it to her blouse.
I strode over to the cane cupboard and selected my normal straight handled whippy cane with the leather grip.
A few practice swats through the air and Joanna gasped.
The boys and girls in the class looked on wide eyed. Boys cocks of course hard as iron and I am sure some damp pussies too.
I took position behind Joanna and delivered the first stroke. "Ooouchhhh" But she stayed down. I had trained her well. And a "Thankyou Sir"
Second stroke, a louder moan and a leg kick. "Thankyou Sir"
One for the Caning Demonstration Team I thought.
Stroke three met with gritted teeth and a "Nnnnnngggg" as I laid it on wickedly low. "Thankyou Sir" as her hips pumped up and down to shake off the pain. I watched her hockey trained muscles at work for too long a pause to be decent.
Number four across the crown of her rump, a real stinger. "Arrrrrrghhhh" a full throated scream. At this stage she cared not about the show she was putting on between her legs. "Thankyou Sir"
Number five laid on hard. I could see she was struggling to stay down and blubbing a little.
"Oooohhhh" "Thankyou Sir"
"Last one Joanne. You have been a good girl" "Yes Sir" through the tears.
Number six - the traditional gating stroke across the five barred gate.
Causing feet drumming and delicious wiggling as I and the class watched.
A final "Thankyou Sir" and I allowed her to lie there, spent, to catch her breath.
"Joanne - you are excused knickers for the rest of the day. Collect them at 4pm"
I undid the bulldog clip and dried her tears. Joanne returned to her seat.
Knicker collection follows in Part 2
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