Billie Gets Caned

Billie was already well striped across her arse from the five hard strokes I had given her.  I was also looking forward to giving her two more and watching her get the other four.  Still, I had a remnant of cellie loyalty and called out to her to hold tight to the rail, so she didn’t jump up and earn more punishment.

All I got was a glare from her, as Mr Williams moved her feet to position her for the thrashing.

As her parted her legs he let his hand stray to her cunt lips and after a dip into her pussy sniffed his wet finger. 

‘You’re right,’ he said to me, ‘she’s creamed up very nicely.  Come here for a second.’

I went over to him and he put his finger next to my mouth.  ‘Lick it clean,’ he ordered.  I had never tasted a girl’s juices before but I knew never to go against Mr Williams’ orders so I opened my mouth and let him insert his finger.  I licked it and didn’t mind the taste at all.

‘Now you’ve made my finger wet, Mr Williams complained, slapping me across the face, ‘and you’ve got no cunt hair to dry it on, you slack bitch.’

‘You should beat her for that,’ Kylie said, the slag.

He looked at her. ‘You’ve got cunt hair, Kylie, ‘come here and dry my finger on it.’

‘You have got to be joking.’

He looked at her again, then round at me and smiled.  ‘She doesn’t know I don’t joke like that, does she Katie?’

‘No sir.’

‘Get up, Billie, we’ll just show Kylie a few things.’

Billie pushed herself upright.  ‘Bend over, Kylie,’ Mr Williams ordered, ‘you’ll get four strokes to teach you not to talk back to me.’

‘But that’s not fair,’ Kylie protested.

‘Five,’ Mr Williams immediately responded.

‘Sir!’ Kylie moaned.

‘Ok,’ Mr Williams replied, ‘six.’

Kylie finally managed to keep silent.  As she bent over I saw how swollen her cunt lips were, so she’d had a good kicking.

Mr Williams slipped his finger into her cunt just as he had with Billie.

‘Not really wet at all, he commented, as he sniffed his finger.  ‘Let’s see if half a dozen good cuts will cream her up.’

I have to say that I enjoyed watching that caning.  I had been expecting that Kylie would escape without a single cane stroke, so it was a pleasure to watch her writhing under the lash of the cane.  I was pleased as well that she got an extra stroke, when she let go of the bed rail on the fifth whack to clutch at her bottom.

It was me who said to Mr Williams that letting go like that was usually punished by an extra stroke, but although he agreed to beat her one more time he wouldn’t let me do it.

Still, she was crying and her arse was severely striped when he had finished with her, and that pause after my own beating had calmed me down for Billie’s thrashing still to come, so that was good too.

Mr Williams then ordered Billie to bend over for her punishment, but she pointed out that he hadn’t checked Kylie’s cunt for wetness.

‘Quite right,’ he said, ‘come here Kylie and open your cunt so I can have a look.’

She was still crying but managed to pull her labia back so he could peer down and then slide a finger into her.  He brought it out glistening with juices.

‘Caning is such an art,’ he said triumphantly, ‘there’s nothing better than seeing a well thrashed girl pumping out the juice ready for cock.’

This time he wiped his finger in Kylie’s hair, a gesture that she abominated but knew better now than to resist.  Then he got Billie back into position and prepared for her delayed caning.

‘I think we’ll leave Kylie out of this,’ he said casually to me, ‘we’ll just do three each.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said, and asked if I could try to put each of my strokes over the top of each of his.  ‘I know you said that three strokes on top of each other is too many, but perhaps two would make more than double the pain without risk of bleeding?’

He thought about it for a moment.  ‘I agree.  But look at her arse already – hardly room for another three good strokes, let alone six.  We’ll give her one each on the arse, then one on the thighs, and the last one on the front of her thighs.  Have you been whipped on the thighs?’

‘No sir, but I have seen the prefects caning a boy front and back thighs.’

‘Good, so you know how it works.’

As we were talking, Billie was still crying, sobbing such that her body was moving up and down.  Mr Williams put his hand between her legs and took hold of her cunt lips to keep her still.

‘Katie and I are practicing precision caning today,’ he told her.  ‘You’ll get one stroke from me and then one from Katie which must be over the top of mine.  If Katie doesn’t land her stroke over the top of mine, I’ll decide if it was your fault because you moved, or hers because she didn’t do it right.  Whoever is responsible will get two extra.’

‘Two?’ Billie and I both shrieked.

‘Yes, I’ve been giving you one extra every time you have been disobedient or insolent, but the message doesn’t seem to be getting through.  Let’s see if two extra does the trick.’

With that, he took his fingers out of Billie’s pussy, sniffed them and wiped them in my hair.  I passed him the cane and he measured it against Billie’s backside, preparing for the first stroke.  Then he paused.  ‘I think a wet cane might be nice,’ he said.

Then he drew the cane slowly between Billie’s legs so it opened her cunt and allowed her juices to coat the cane.  He smiled and tapped the slippery cane three times on Billie’s cheeks while he chose the spot for the first crashing blow.

You may guess that Billie moved not once, but twice.  I didn’t need to argue that it was her fault and not mine, Mr Williams immediately decided that himself.  Luckily we were caning front and back thighs so there was plenty of room for the extras.

Kylie was lying on her tummy on her bed, crying and alternately nursing her swollen cunt and striped buttocks, not even watching as we cut into Billie.

When we’d finished with her, Billie was more marked than anyone.  Seven strokes on her bottom plus four each on front and back of her thighs made fifteen hard cuts with the cane, on top of her cuntbusting.  She was on fire with the pain and couldn’t lie down except on her side as we’d whipped her front and back.

I was walking a bit gingerly but after all the whippings and beatings and humiliations I had received recently, it wasn’t too bad.

Mr Williams was about to walk out, after hanging up the cane, when Kylie spoke through her tears.

‘I thought you were going to fuck your slaggy ET’s girl’s arse,’ she sobbed.

Mr Williams would normally have awarded at least four strokes of the paddle to someone who spoke to him like that, but he didn’t seem to notice the form of address.  It was just the words that moved him.

‘So I was,’ he said, ‘so I was.’

He smiled at me and beckoned.  I was trying to rub cold cream into my arse and also soothe my swollen cunt, but I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t seen him.

He unzipped his trousers.  Billie and Kylie heard the sound and both turned round.  They both stopped crying as they saw him start to take out his cock.

‘Let’s see if your arse is ready for this yet,’ he said, stroking his fingers along the length of his prick.

Now what was going to happen?