Restrained for a Caning

Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.

"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.

He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.

I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one.

"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.

My hands clench as I hear his words.

"No Sir," I cry.

He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny.

I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers.

Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.

"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.

"Very good young lady," sir replies.

The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.

Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.

I sob.

As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.

"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"

"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.

Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose.

Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.

"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.

He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.

I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one.

"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.

My hands clench as I hear his words.

"No Sir," I cry.

He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny.

I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers.

Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.

"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.

"Very good young lady," sir replies.

The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.

Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.

I sob.

As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.

"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"

"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.

Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose. Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the punishment cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait.

He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well.

"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.

His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.

"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."

"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.

A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.

After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.

Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse.

"Ouchhhhh," I scream. "Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.

"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."

Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.

The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.

14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.

The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.

Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again.

Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.

He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.

Susie has been punished. cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait.

He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well.

"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.

His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.

"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."

"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.

A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.

After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.

Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse.

"Ouchhhhh," I scream.

"Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.

"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."

Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.

The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.

14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.

The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.

Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again.

Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.

He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.

Susie has been punished.