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Kate in detention again

The thought of being punished was now in her mind every day. She wished for more dreams like the one she had just had, but none seemed to materialise. So her thoughts developed into more ‘masturbation fantasies’.

About a month after being caught for showing her bare bottom and fingering herself before the workmen from the detention room window, she found herself in the detention room again. This time she was writing lines for being continually late in handing in her homework.

Around the detention room were various punishment implements. Hanging on the blackboard was a cane, a traditional teacher’s crook-handled, rattan cane. After it had caught her attention, she found it impossible to take her eyes off it. She knew Mr Jones had used it on hundreds of naughty bottoms. She walked over to it and unhooked it from the board.

She took it and fondled it. The thought of it whistling through the air to land….CRACK! On a naughty bottom, thrilled her, right to her pussy. It became an object of lustful desire.

She fondled it and imagined it whistling through the air and landing across a naughty bottom with a loud THWACK! The thought thrilled her, right to her pussy. It became an object of lustful desire.

She perched on the edge of one of the desks and used it to stroke her bare thighs.

It just had to go inside her, the lust for it consumed her. The thoughts of what it was, and its many uses demanded it. So she did, she pulled her wet large school knickere to one side and slid the crook handle right up her runny cunt.

Soon her elbow was moving like a violin player playing the ‘Flight of the BumbleBee’, talking to herself loudly!

“Oooooh fuck me Mr Cane. Thrash my bottom and fuck me! Get right inside my cunt and grind deep. Oohhhhhh, Mr Jones, thrash my bottom, then let me ride you as somebody whacks my bum….yes…yes…Yesss!”

At that point I returned!

“Kate!!!! What the devil are you doing with my cane? Remove the handle from within yourself this instant!”

“I can’t Sir! Ohhhh Mr Jones, I’m cumming…yes…look at my cunt Mr Jones….watch your cane fuck me…ohhhh Ohhh!”

“STOP! STOP THIS INSTANCE YOU DISGRACEFUL DIRTY LITTLE GIRL…STOP…STOP…STOP!”

“Ohhhhhhhhyesssssssss, yes, yes, yes, Mr Jones. Tell me off! YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

“I SAID STOP….STOP RIGHT NOW!”

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH….MMMMMMMMMM….. Ohhhh oh ooooh mmmmm…….Oh…Oh God! I’m sorry!”

She removed the slippery cane.

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…Every week Mistress Samantha does a spot check, usually with Kate in the room, soon after she has done a job. Like cleaning the stairs. A lump of fluff has been found, so she is being spanked on every step…

She was put in corner time half way up, at the window overlooking the rear garden.

Last week it was in one of the bedrooms…

There is a small fire grate and when Kate was building a winter fire for Mistress, a small lump of coal fell on the carpet.

She was thrashed once more, and put in corner time.

And then scrutinised as she did her next job, cleaning the mantelpiece.

Kate loves it all as always, of course.

Mistress knows this, and loves to ask her. . She put her on show to the world at the window. “Tell me how much you love all this Kate.”

“Oh my lovely Mistress, it is perfect, you are perfect. Just us, it’s wonderful. I love every punishment and how you treat me, it is perfect!”

The week before Kate had left smears on the window. When the sun shone on them it looked awful. She got a very hard long spanking on top of some quite fresh cane marks. Leaving the curtains open, passers by could see in easily. Especially the passengers in the number 26 bus, a double decker, which stopped across the road.

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…we were at mid day, William had been allowed a toilet break, and to sit on the floor in the corner for his lunch, which he enjoyed and very politely thanked us for.

Charlotte resumed his adventure, “Right then boy, let’s carry on with your bottom!”

She led him to the corner of the room, which is quite exposed. We have just the small blind so that people could not see him jumping up and screaming holding his bottom. From the front at least, because there is an office opposite where people work.

She produced a thick heavy paddle, and proceeded to give him a very firm dozen. That made him howl! But credit do to him, he pretty much remained in position.

One thing what struck me, was the look of care she gave to his bottom. She was inflicting great pain, quite brutally, some swings coming from behind her head. But in between she looked at his bottom as if it was a little animal, looking up with big blinking dewy eyes. She looked back as if the next whack she was going to give was a treat. And I suppose, it is. I confess that the whacks scared me, made me shudder, but I could not stop looking, at the effect on his cheeks, and her adoring look of the pattern she was creating. Like an artist at work on a complicated picture. And the canvas craved more…and more.

This is exactly what I wanted. I took my photos quietly and stealthily. As if I was not there. I felt like a fly on the wall, watching and recording a private session between a Domme and her sub.

She felt the heat, and stroked his bottom with affection, not for him, it was obvious that it was for his bottom. She seemed quite fascinated by it. Then she moved to it, and pushed against it a while, almost as if fucking it. And the gentle little purring noises she made were divine.

I had witnessed something quite special. I think she had an orgasm…a long gentle one. I just stood quietly, and clicked.

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