Hard caning Stories

Heads I raised the cane, watching her body tense in anticipation. The air between us was thick with tension, almost palpable, as I prepared to strike. With a controlled motion, I brought the cane down sharply. The first stroke landed with a loud crack across her bare bottom. She flinched, her body jerking at the sudden impact. I saw her skin ripple and quickly flush a deep, angry red where the cane had struck. A welt bega...

On Friday evening I arrived, again a few minutes late. I had forgotten that Mr. Davis’s secretary had asked me to go to his house instead of the school. It wasn’t far away but it took me a few minutes to find where I could park. I rang the doorbell and Mr. Davis let me in, showing me through into his study which was much more comfortably furnished than the spartan office he had at the school. A lad of about Tim’s eighteen...

As she put down the phone, Fiona was worried. Tim had called her just as she had got out of her bath. They had been chatting for maybe half an hour as she sat, naked on her bed. As she often did when he called, she had been teasing herself as they talked, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stroking herself, and very slowly and gently masturbating. She was wet again now and quite aroused, but as he hung up she was also w...