The Caning Letter - Part 13 Rosie Rides the Horn
The Caning Letter - Part 13 Rosie Rides the Horn
I called Rosie into my office on Wednesday.
Rosie is in the first Senior year. Bright as a button, bobbed dark brown hair, snub nose and a mischievous smile. Having big boobs, wide hips and a nice backside does not hurt either.
"Rosie - we have decided that you are to ride the Horn on Friday lunchtime" She did not know how to respond - obviously there is the pain, but pleasure too.
"As this is not a punishment ride you get Friday afternoon off"
"Oh - and don't make the same mistake you made on your second ride" She looked at her shoes.
For you see, Rosie had already ridden the horn twice.
First time when very new to the school - she performed well and came hard. The second time a year later, she tried to spare herself a beating and tried to fake an orgasm. Lots of US porn start type moaning later and she was still on the receiving end of the strap and the paddle. (We do not cane juniors on the Horn).
Her poor back and slim haunches were in a dreadful state before I had mercy and called a halt by calling forward Miss Smith to "check her arousal". A probe with Miss Smiths finger brought her to a proper orgasm.
"Please Sir" she asked "Can you check me over?"
"No Rosie -- you know the rules. See the school nurse before Friday lunchtime and get a note stating you are fit to do the ride".
Rosie turned up at the Horn room on Friday lunchtime, note in hand. She is a popular girl, so there was a decent audience, including the school nurse. The room smelled of polish, wax and oiled leather.
Miss Smith took her note and handed her a clothes basket. Rosie trembled as she stripped.
"My my Rosie - you have grown since your last ride" "The nurse tells me you have D-cups". As if on cue her bra fell away and her full tits swung.
Miss Smith stepped forward with the measuring stick and Rosie parted her legs to allow the horizontal wooden part to nestle in her shaved crotch. "Nice shave too". Rosie blushed.
"Rosie - you are allowed to choose what type of ride you want"
"A tippy" she mumbled. "Louder Rosie - or we might hear a high ride by mistake"
"Tippy toes please. Please" "Very well Rosie"
I adjusted the height of the horn at her crotch height plus a few inches to get her on tiptoe.
"Hop up on the horn, Rosie" Which she did. Her rear was towards the audience. But we had a camera on her face, showing her expressions on a large monitor.
"I have something new for you" I had rigged up a new feature - two rope handles fastened low down on the back legs of the caning bench. A girl could grip the loops at the end of the ropes, or put her wrists through the loops. The purpose being to pull herself harder down onto the Horn.
She grasped the handles.
I started with a suede flogger on her back, gently.
Then switched to a short single tailed whip, again not too hard on her back.
Next I took up the leather paddle and delivered one blows on her bottom. She now began to ride - the familiar to and fro motion, trying to avoid the blows and inevitably arousing herself.
Rosie was also using the roped to pull herself down - mashing her tits into the upper surface of the caning bench.
The monitor on her face showed that she was working hard.
I switched to a short but devilishly whippy cane without Rosie noticing. Short to keep precise control.
At the first whippy cut "Owchh - you bastard" I grinned and swiftly followed with the second.
Rosie applied herself grimly to her task - legs scissoring, grunting in pain and yelping at each cane cut.
Her breasts must have been sore too.
I could see a slick of wetness on the horn, adding to that of a generation of girls.
Surely she must be close by now.
I stopped for a few moments, Rosie continued to ride, pulling herself down on the horn.
Tiptoed feet no doubt hurting too.
Her legs were quivering, showing she must be close to orgasm.
I decided to switch to the strap, thinking a heavy strap would drive her onto the Horn and help her to come.
I was right - after a half dozen strokes with the strap Rosie came to a shattering orgasm.
Feet off the floor, moans, groans and a few choice swear words. She slumped on the bench.
"Miss Smith - you may have the pleasure." Miss Smith stepped forward and worked her finger underneath the girls undercarriage. Miss Smith nodded to indicate she could feel some vaginal spasms, then held up a glistening finger.
Miss Smith then helped Rosie to dismount the horn and put on a dressing gown.
I stepped forward and tilted up Rosies chin. Face puffy with tears and sweat.
"Good girl Rosie"
I called Rosie into my office on Wednesday.
Rosie is in the first Senior year. Bright as a button, bobbed dark brown hair, snub nose and a mischievous smile. Having big boobs, wide hips and a nice backside does not hurt either.
"Rosie - we have decided that you are to ride the Horn on Friday lunchtime" She did not know how to respond - obviously there is the pain, but pleasure too.
"As this is not a punishment ride you get Friday afternoon off"
"Oh - and don't make the same mistake you made on your second ride" She looked at her shoes.
For you see, Rosie had already ridden the horn twice.
First time when very new to the school - she performed well and came hard. The second time a year later, she tried to spare herself a beating and tried to fake an orgasm. Lots of US porn start type moaning later and she was still on the receiving end of the strap and the paddle. (We do not cane juniors on the Horn).
Her poor back and slim haunches were in a dreadful state before I had mercy and called a halt by calling forward Miss Smith to "check her arousal". A probe with Miss Smiths finger brought her to a proper orgasm.
"Please Sir" she asked "Can you check me over?"
"No Rosie -- you know the rules. See the school nurse before Friday lunchtime and get a note stating you are fit to do the ride".
Rosie turned up at the Horn room on Friday lunchtime, note in hand. She is a popular girl, so there was a decent audience, including the school nurse. The room smelled of polish, wax and oiled leather.
Miss Smith took her note and handed her a clothes basket. Rosie trembled as she stripped.
"My my Rosie - you have grown since your last ride" "The nurse tells me you have D-cups". As if on cue her bra fell away and her full tits swung.
Miss Smith stepped forward with the measuring stick and Rosie parted her legs to allow the horizontal wooden part to nestle in her shaved crotch. "Nice shave too". Rosie blushed.
"Rosie - you are allowed to choose what type of ride you want"
"A tippy" she mumbled. "Louder Rosie - or we might hear a high ride by mistake"
"Tippy toes please. Please" "Very well Rosie"
I adjusted the height of the horn at her crotch height plus a few inches to get her on tiptoe.
"Hop up on the horn, Rosie" Which she did. Her rear was towards the audience. But we had a camera on her face, showing her expressions on a large monitor.
"I have something new for you" I had rigged up a new feature - two rope handles fastened low down on the back legs of the caning bench. A girl could grip the loops at the end of the ropes, or put her wrists through the loops. The purpose being to pull herself harder down onto the Horn.
She grasped the handles.
I started with a suede flogger on her back, gently.
Then switched to a short single tailed whip, again not too hard on her back.
Next I took up the leather paddle and delivered one blows on her bottom. She now began to ride - the familiar to and fro motion, trying to avoid the blows and inevitably arousing herself.
Rosie was also using the roped to pull herself down - mashing her tits into the upper surface of the caning bench.
The monitor on her face showed that she was working hard.
I switched to a short but devilishly whippy cane without Rosie noticing. Short to keep precise control.
At the first whippy cut "Owchh - you bastard" I grinned and swiftly followed with the second.
Rosie applied herself grimly to her task - legs scissoring, grunting in pain and yelping at each cane cut.
Her breasts must have been sore too.
I could see a slick of wetness on the horn, adding to that of a generation of girls.
Surely she must be close by now.
I stopped for a few moments, Rosie continued to ride, pulling herself down on the horn.
Tiptoed feet no doubt hurting too.
Her legs were quivering, showing she must be close to orgasm.
I decided to switch to the strap, thinking a heavy strap would drive her onto the Horn and help her to come.
I was right - after a half dozen strokes with the strap Rosie came to a shattering orgasm.
Feet off the floor, moans, groans and a few choice swear words. She slumped on the bench.
"Miss Smith - you may have the pleasure." Miss Smith stepped forward and worked her finger underneath the girls undercarriage. Miss Smith nodded to indicate she could feel some vaginal spasms, then held up a glistening finger.
Miss Smith then helped Rosie to dismount the horn and put on a dressing gown.
I stepped forward and tilted up Rosies chin. Face puffy with tears and sweat.
"Good girl Rosie"
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