I Get Caned Again

Mr Williams smiled.

‘12 strokes of the cane,’ he said, ‘and we’ll each give you four.  Who wants to start?’

‘Can we give her one each, taking it in turns?’ Kylie asked, ‘We’ve never used the cane before and it would be good to take it slowly.’

‘Not a bad idea,’ Mr Williams said.  ‘But don’t forget, you have to cane hard.  If the strokes are not up to the level I consider appropriate, I will repeat the stroke and the caner will get one too.  One nice thing about caning in turns is it will take a bit longer between strokes so she will be able to reach the height of the pain between each hit.’

Kylie smiled.  ‘I don’t think you’ll have to worry about how hard I cane this slaggy bitch,’ she said.

Billie didn’t speak, probably hoping to stay neutral as she was going to get a caning as well.’

‘Can you strike first?’Kylie asked Mr Williams, ‘then Billie and I can watch and make sure we know how to do it.’

‘No problem,’ he replied, then he told me to hold on to the rails at the end of my bed and bend over with my legs apart.

Every dormitory had a cane and a paddle hanging on the back of the door.  Without being told, Kylie had unhooked the cane and was standing with it next to Mr Williams.

I stood bending over with my legs apart and Mr Williams took hold of my swollen cunt with a little laugh.  ‘You really have been cuntbusted,’ he said, ‘Good thing this cunt is no use for fucking at the moment, as I doubt I could get into it.’

‘Why’s it no use for fucking sir?’ Kylie asked.

‘Oh, I don’t fuck ET girls except in the mouth and the arse,’ he replied calmly.

This was just what I had told the girls, but they’d thought I was joking.  I looked at Kylie and Billie as Mr Williams continued to rub his hand over my swollen cunt.  They were both looking intensely interested.

Then Mr Williams moved his attention to my arsehole.  ‘I’ve been widening her arse with buttplugs,’ he told the girls, ‘and very soon she’ll be available for my cock.’

As he spoke his fingers entered my arse and he remarked that he could now get three fingers into me.

‘Have you ever fucked her arse then sir?’ Kylie asked.

‘Not yet.’

‘Why don’t you do it after she’s been caned?’ Kylie asked, ‘Billie and I have never seen an arse fuck.’

Mr Williams still had fingers exploring my butthole and he paused for a moment.  ‘Maybe I will,’ he said, pushing his fingers a bit deeper.  Then he pulled his fingers out and reached for the cane.

‘But first, let’s get this lovely bottom striped.’

He laid the cane across my bottom as he got his feet in position, telling the girls about the importance of the position of feet and body when using the cane.  Then he smacked me hard across my bare arse cheeks.  I squealed but managed to hold on to the bed rails.

He handed the cane to Kylie.  ‘Any questions?’ he asked her.

‘No sir,’ she replied as she copied what he had done in measuring the cane across my cheeks.  Then she whacked me hard and again I squeaked but held on.

‘Oh sir,’ Kylie exclaimed, ‘look at those stripes.  I think mine are as good as yours.’

I felt hands on my buttocks, tracing where the cane had bitten into my flesh.

‘Not bad at all,’ Mr Williams said, and he handed the cane from Kylie to Billie.

Again he asked if she had any questions.  She said no, and took her position.  I felt a little tap to my bottom, then she raised the cane and tried to smack me, but the cane must have twisted in her hand.  It slapped me gently on the thigh and clattered to the ground.

This time it was Billie who squealed.

Mr Williams picked up the cane and brusquely ordered me to stay still.  He quickly rapped the cane hard on my bottom and told me to get up and let Billie take my place.

I pushed myself up and felt my bottom where three wheals were already evident.  Billie sobbed a little as she took my place.

‘Would you like to beat her or would you like me to?’ Mr Williams enquired politely of me.

I took the cane from him and told him I would do it.  I took my time, arranging Billie’s feet so they were wide apart and pushing down on her back to ensure her buttocks were well presented for my first ever caning.

I raised the cane and swished it down as hard as I could across her bare arse. She shrieked and immediately covered her bottom with her hands.  I snatched them out of the way so I could enjoy the sight of the first cane stroke I had ever delivered.  In fact, I had never even spanked anyone before.  The two tramline ridges were beautifully engraved across her buttocks and I traced them with my fingers, commenting to Mr Williams that I doubted if he could have done better himself.

“We’ll see about that in a minute,’ he said, and told me to take Billie’s place for the rest of my 12 strokes.

‘But she moved, sir,’ I protested, ‘shouldn’t I be able to give her an extra?’

‘Oh very well,’ he agreed.

I crashed the cane back into Billie’s arse, trying to hit into the same place to maximise the pain.  This time she managed to hold on, and I checked the marks with pleasure.  I couldn’t help slipping a finger into her cunt and found it was very wet.

‘She’s all wet sir,’ I burst out.

‘All right, that’s enough, you should know better than anyone that every girl creams up with a thorough beating.’ Mr Williams ordered me, ‘Now get your arse in the air, another nine strokes for you.’

Billie pulled herself up, crying, and I bent over again. Mr Williams, then Kylie, gave me two hard whacks, then it was Billie’s turn again.  Unbelievably, the same thing happened.  She dropped the cane after hitting me so weakly that I hardly felt it.  I certainly felt Mr Williams’ make-good whack though and it made me determined to give Billie a good hard one.

She was already crying when I arranged her legs for me to beat her, but I didn’t care.  I tapped the cane over the marks I had already made on her arse and tried to land the cane in the same place for the third time.

I succeeded and had the pleasure of seeing her striped buttocks turning almost black.

‘No more on the same spot,’ Mr Williams ordered, ‘’if she starts to bleed you’ll be in big trouble.’

‘Yes sir,’ I said.  ‘Can I give her another in a different place for practice?’

Mr Williams showed it wasn’t only me he practiced his cruelty on.

‘Good idea,’ he said.

‘Before he could change his mind I measured another spot below where my first three had been delivered and gave her a vicious cut with all my strength.  She couldn’t stop herself jumping up, so I had the pleasure of giving her yet another.  Five strokes already! And she still had another six to come at least! She’d have a bottom as cruelly marked as my own by the time we had finished with her.

Sadly, Mr Williams allowed her to give up on caning and my last six strokes were given by Kylie and Mr Williams, by which time my arse was on fire and I was crying my eyes out.

After Mr Williams gave me permission to get up and I was rubbing cold cream on my bottom, he told Billie to bend over for her proper punishment.

‘I guess you don’t want to cane her yourself?’ he asked me.

My tears stopped like the tap was turned off.  ‘Oh yes I do,’ I replied.  ‘We agreed two each sir.’

Mr Williams smiled as if he always knew that was what I would say, and flexed the cane ready to thrash Billie.