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Last time I had Charlotte leaning over the high, leather padded stool, reaching over to grasp the edge of my desk. This time, no stool. A simple difference, which makes the pose quite exquisite.

The purpose of the other, was to present her bottom high and proud for the plimsol. This time, it is legs spread for six of the cane, delivered backhand.

I love the back hand stroke, much better for accuracy and allowing the room for a long arcing stroke is perfect.

Announcing what is to come makes them kick up in anguish. In the first photo I have bared her bottom, bent her over, and sat in my chair to announce her sentence, nose to nose, then I stood and made my way to the implement cupboard.

I turn to look at her trembling bottom.

Her legs are twisting and crossing in anguish. I take the senior cane off of the rack, and walk back. “It’s the senior cane for you young lady! I will teach you not to steal!”

She almost stops breathing in shock. “Oh Sir, please not the senior cane!”

“Ohhh yes Charlotte, it is six of the very best for you. Maybe next time you are facing temptation in the face you will remember how it feels to have a fine piece of the finest yellow, German, rattan wrapping around your bare bottom!”

Her leg kicks up, she is almost out of control with fear. “You can stop that silliness, nothing will alter my mind. Do you want a couple of Prefects holding you?”

“No Sir.”

“Then spread your legs, push your tummy to the nearest edge and grip the desk. Lets get this sorry business out of the way, done with, and off to Matron for some aftercare.”

I move to her side, and swish the cane. She flinches and braces herself for the painful onslaught heading her bottom’s way. Once again, as in her previous visits, a change in her demeanor drifts over her. As if she is eager for it to happen. Casually, expectantly she glances over her shoulder at me…quite nonchalantly.

Then her head goes down. To signify ‘Ready’.

I stare at my target.

Then…it takes place, I tell her to count out.

Swiiish….THWACK!….”Owwwwwwwwww! One Sir!”

Swiiish…THWACK!…”Oooooooooooooooooh! Two Sir!”

Swiiish…THWACK…”Yeeeeeeeooooowwwww! Three Sir!”

Swiiish…THWAAACK!!…”Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Four Sir!”

SWIIIIIISH!!!….THWAAAAACK…..”OOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!! FIVE SIR!”

SWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!

THWAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

“YEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!”

“sniff, snifff…..ooooooh Six Sir……sniff.”

“Straighten up, and stand over there, facing the wall, and gather yourself. Then in five minutes, get yourself off to the M.I. Room, Matron is expecting you.”

….sniff….snifff…..”Yes Mr.Jones Sir.”