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Hard work, good behaviour, and a scrupulously fair approach by the staff had kept her clear of sufficient levels of trouble to avoid any painful encounters with such objects as slippers, belts or canes.

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Full uniform, so no laughing when I appear. Karen shook her head. All of it, drunk, noise, singing, the cute little skirt, being looked after by Matron. A bad example for the younger girls. Umpteen detentions? I remember when Alice Mortimer got caned.

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Better not to put off, she reasoned. Underwear, plain white bra, blue knickers. No tights, but long grey socks. Karen buttoned her blouse, thinking with each button of a stroke of the cane.

Then the pleated kilt, its blue and green tartan reaching to just above her knees. Grey Blazer. The hat could wait for later. Referral form in her pocket. Breakfast, then collect her books for lessons, then morning tutor group. At the start of her first class, Karen waited at the front. Karen made her way to her desk. Slinking Gay sex stories wattpad the seat, she checked she could see the clock. She fitfully engaged with the lesson, until at she raised her hand.

You may go for your caning. Grand and imposing, containing the Hall Gay porn stories tumblr a grand staircase, the building could be intimidating even under normal circumstances. Wait by the door, facing the wall, hands on your head. Karen waited. Bells went. Break time.

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Then she felt the skirt move, lifted clear of her bottom. Then a deft movement tugged her knickers down her thighs. Now this is going to hurt, so I want you to hold on as tight as possible. Karen felt the cane touch her Breastfeeding incest stories, as the Headmaster worked out his position. The cane lifted, and after a moment, she heard a swish, a great CRACK, and then a blaze of pain burnt in a line across her buttocks.

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She pulled a grimace on her face, let out a breath, and waited. A new line of fire. Tears already welling up in her eyes.

Karen gasped, and kicked a leg. The Headmaster waited for her to put her foot back down, looking at the cane marks as he did so. This caused a yelp to come from the poor, agonised girl. Then one more, this time landing just above the crease above the thighs. Another yelp, and the tears more flowing. The cane landed between the the lower two marks and the first. Karen fought to breath Diaper pee stories.

This Penis milking sex story worse than anything she had imagined. The eighth stroke was again high, landing with its resounding CRACK just below the earlier high stroke. Karen caught her breath again. There was probably no helping the tears, but she could adjust slightly over the desk, keep her bottom high, and now wondering what the wait CRACK … That brought a yell and kick of both legs, as the cane bit into the top of the thighs. Karen lowered her feet to the floor again, but in the knowledge this would be followed by another stroke.

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Then, finally. The pain shot through her.

Her arms clenched, hands tight on the desk. Her legs twitched.

And now hot, mesh tears flowed. Stand facing the wall by the door. Karen shuffled to Taller sister stories place directed, all the while feeling the fire burn across her bottom.