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It was only a week s before naughty Charlotte was back in my Study.

She had been rude to one of my favourite members of staff, and upset her.

I gave her a severe reprimand and told her she was getting the cane on the bare. She went over to the flogging horse.

She made quite a sight, I have to admit that I am an admirer of the female form, and in my job I see plenty, in all shapes and sizes. But her bottom was a thing of outstanding beauty.

“Push yourself up Charlotte…”

She did so.

“And now hoist yourself right up. I want your bottom high.”

She complied to my instructions quietly and without fuss. Once again a sort of ‘mist of submission’, had descended over her. It was as if she was settling down to exactly where she wanted to be.

Up she got, her feet left the floor, her bottom was presented and ready.

I walked to my desk to pick up the cane. “I am giving you six of the best you naughty girl.”

At this news, she flinched, and kicked her legs.

Then I began to flog her bare buttocks…hard.

She squealed of course, but once again it was her look, the way she looked at me…it was as if she was trying to tell me something. I also noticed that she was bobbing up and down quite fast, almost grinding her midrift into the soft padding of the flogging horse.

“Ooooooooooooh!” She said after her scream, followed by…”Yes.”

She pumped her bottom up and down faster, and her groin pushed into the padding of the flogging bench deeper and deeper.

She squealed again…

“Yeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww!….Ooooooh Mr Jones, thank you! Please Sir cane me harder, and faster….please Sir!”

I did, I picked up her rhythm and flogged her bottom mercilessly, her legs kicked, she squealed and squealed…..and her bottom bobbed like some mechanical part of an express train!

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

“Ohhh yes, yesss YESSSSSS! Thank you Sir….YESSSSS! YESSSSSS!!!!!”

I could hardly keep up, my arm was going up and down like a bee’s wing! The proverbial fiddler’s elbow!!! I could see what she was doing she pumped away until she came….her multiple orgasms and screams filled my Study, echoing from the walls, she spurted, it must have traveled a yard behind her, I had never seen anything like it!

At this stage, most girls beg me to stop, screaming and crying, shouting ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!”

But not Charlotte, she jumped off the vaulting horse and ran to me, then hugged me tightly! “Ohhhhhhh thank you Mr.Jones! That was the best orgasm ever!”

I am afraid I have tricked you, you see, she is not a school girl, she is my wife, she comes to my office after school every Friday! For her special treatment.

The end

Asa