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Old 04-01-2012, 01:21 PM   #8
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Default Corrective Measures 3/3

He removed a cane from its hanging place in the cupboard and balanced it gently in his hand, gauging its appropriateness before walking back towards her. Placing the tip of the long, wooden cane against her shoulder he began tracing lines across her skin with it tormenting her with the knowledge of what was to come. Teasing. Prolonging her eventual downfall.

Then, without warning, he hit her with the cane. A grand and graceful gesture, the wood slicing through the air with a breath of wind before coming down hard against her pale, soft bottom. She squealed in pain as the first blow struck her and the whole class gazed on in astonishment. Then again, a second blow, right where the first had landed. She had never known this level of pain before and her mind could barely comprehend the flood of emotions that were threatening to suffocate her.

A whoosh, a crack, a scream as the third strike of the cane shattered her thoughts and the pain multiplied. Thin red welts were blossoming across the white of her delicate skin.

She was gasping and moaning as more and more as the blows fell upon her, but as it continued the pain dulled in the wake of the internal conflict that was developing deep within her- a cataclysmic clash between pleasure and pain. Love and hate. There was no denying that she was enjoying this pain and humiliation, physically at least. But the pain itself was awful, and every part of her psychology begged her to try and escape. She moaned against each blow of the cane against her red, raw ass.

“Please stop” she whimpered, tears beginning to fill her eyes due to the pain and confusion. She continued to beg between yelps and moans of pain until at last, after what seemed like an eternity of punishment, he chose to stop, laying the caine upon the desk next to her.

He ran his rough fingers across some of the deeper welts on her body causing her to flinch and shy away from his touch. Moments later his hand was back in her hair pulling her up from the table. She winced at this new pain as she stood up again, her skirt falling back over her raw bottom.

“Now, Jessica. Back to your seat and let us continue the planned lesson”.
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