You would never guess a male posted on this blog now would you !!!! ? I mean its all pictures right ? But that is what floats this male spanko's boat. I need images, I need to see a woman across my knee as often as I can. looking, taking in the image, the view of the woman I'm spanking or those important shapes, visual cliches that spanking throws up at you ... I really need them, really need to see them or better still handle them, manage them. The bottom raised by pillows for the strap or over a desk for the cane. I adore the spanking bench. Only ever had the privledge to use one for real once. A beautiful young lady, a spanking model, it was such a sheer joy to cane her bottom. Anyway I do write as well sometimes and so I'm going to post a spanking story I wrote, for a lady I was having an online exchange with as it happens ...
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The Invitation.
Another day began and the same routine ran through in unhurried detail as Sarha rose from her bed , showered and prepared to face another Monday. She had noticed lately that her life had become just a little to routine and she wished a little something would come and change it, if only just a little. The postman, you could set the clock to this fellow she had thought , half way down the stairs and there they were the cascade of letters that invariably dropped onto the floor each morning. Most of them were for her Father who ran a business from home. Sarha picked them up religously and placed them neatly in the letter rack. However today one envelope stood out from the rest. It was a long coloured envelope, not brown or white like her Fathers. She took it from the pile and saw that it was addressed to her. She strolled toward the kitchen slipping her finger into the flap and tearing it open. from it she took a card which read, Ms. Sarha Brown you are cordially invited to a day at our expense on May 5th at theLadies College of business"Professional Ladies in the workplace"Course introduction and principles.Sarha was thrilled and surprised , she had written off to the college as a dare to prove her freind wrong. The places were very limited and the college had very tough standards to be met to gain entry to a full time course. She sat at the breakfast table more animated than she had been in months, she read , " Ladies attending the day course should dress in a professional manner , business attire being the order of the day. Trousers are expressly forbidden". The tone of this quite startled Sarha as she continued , "on arrival at reception at 8:30 am. you will be shown to the lecture hall for an introduction to the college prospectus and our members of staff. Following this there will be time for questions until 11:30 am when you will take part in an introductory lecture in ettiquette, something which the College prides itself in greatly. This will run either side of lunch as the meal provided gives an excellent oppurtunity to introduce ettiquette as experienced at business lunches the world over. Finally from 3:00 pm until 5:00pm you will meet my colleague and expert in his field Mr Ian Burton for an overview of the principles of discipline. It is an often neglected area into todays proffesional qualifications that choose to overlook this particular area, however at The Ladies College pride ourselves on turning out professional and well disciplined young ladies who are prepared to encounter a world where Managers expect nothing less than 100% and many re-enforce this with strict disciplinary regimes ."Sarha was a little confused by what the last part of the course could possibly entail, to her discipline at work meant a wriiten warning soon to followed by your p45 if you proved to be a poor worker, she was intrigued !!Sarha prepared well in advance for the big day. Firstly it was a trip to the shops with some of her friends to get a business suit. After much shopping around , coffee shops and a couple of glasses of wine with dinner she found what she was looking for. A smart suit, blue with very thin pinstripe. Shoulder pads not too big and tight fitting pencil skirt. One of her mates rushed toward her from another part of the store holding a set of white silk knickers matching bra and a pack of sheer silk hold ups, "you might need these if they teach how to shag the boss" she said , rather a little too loudly. Earning some disapproving looks from snooty shop assistants and older customers alike. "Give them here, honestly, you'll get us thrown out ..... they are nice though !! " , giggling as she held them up to herself. Soon all thge accessories were added and Sarha was fully equipped for her big day, she could hardly wait and pledged to herself there and then too do whatever it takes to be accepted at the College full-time, "absolutely whatever it takes ", she vowed to herself. A vow that would be tested most thoroughly come the day of the course !!!
The day that couldn't come soon enough arrived and Sarha was up like a lark readying herself. She came from the bathroom and started to dress. Putting on her underwear she stood before the long mirror and turned full circle to admire the items her friend had selected. She turned and ran her hand over her pert , firm bottom adjusting the knickers as she slipped her fingers into the elastic running them around so that the silk material gripped her cheeks and she felt comfortable. She then rolled on the stockings and joked with her image in the mirror a she did so acting like a sexy holywood starlet, pouting her shapely lips. Once the suit was on she stood before her mirror once more and felt like a million dollars. The skirt fitted her perfectly giving emphasis to her hips and just making her bottom stand out enough to be slightly provocative. She placed some last minute items into her bag and looked anxiously to see if her taxi was outside she did not want to be late today of all days and indeed it soon arrived.The college reception was an imposing and impressive room. Dark wood panels , deep sumptuous leather chairs and portraits of important looking people. She stood alone as the others arrived and soon overheard a couple of them talking. "Look at this" , one of the ladies said as the other walked over too see what her friend had found. They stood in front of a small cabinet frame that hung on the wall by the main reception desk, it was about four foot long and whatever was in it was mounted on deep red velvet. Sarha was curious to see what on earth was causing all the fuss and as sson as the two walked away she went to look for herself. The two friends walked away giggling and whispering. Sarha stood before the frame and without even looking to see what the case held began to read the brass inscription plate that was fixed beneath it.................. "Kindly contributed by the Family of the late Mr R Fenton former Head of Ladies College of Business. "The first College Cane 1900 - 1938.Sarha could hardly believe her eyes has she looked up to see a long dark yellow school cane with a crooked handle mounted like a trophy. "My God she thought to herself what a strange thing to put on show, to think they actually used to use that on Young Ladies who had long been out of school, thanks heavens we live in enlightened times", she thought to herself as a voice announced the lecture was due to start in five minutes. Sarha moved swiftly toward the doors leading to the lecture hall and took up her seat. The day went quickly and Sarha became more impressed and convinced that she wanted a full time place as the group were finally introduced to Mr Burton for his overview of discipline. The group sat silently as Mr Burton entered. "Good afternoon Ladies", he said "welcome to our college , somewhere I hope many of you will soon be joining on a full time course in the near future. Firstly though we or rather I as the disciplinary officer at the college have to make quite clear our standards and procedures regards discipline in the college. Now I intend to take you in groups of four into the adjoining room where you will see is a rather grand marble hallway which is named in honour of our former head Mr Fenton and is the waiting area for our Head of Colleges office where all disciplinary issues are discussed before being passed on to myself we will then visit my room which is where all punishments that are imposed by the head are recorded and where neccesary administered !!". What a strange word to use thought Sarha, "administered ?". There was an audible murmur through out the room as some Ladies discussed this part of the day. "So the first group of four , Miss Sarha Brown, Miss ................ " . Heavens !! she was in the first group and for the first time all day felt a butterfly or two stirring in her stomach for some unknown reason. Sarha and three other ladies followed Mr Burton through the dark oak door and into the Marble hall. "Fenton Hall", Burton said proudly. "What Mr Fenton did for our school is the sole reason we have the highest reputation for turning out the best business Ladies the world over ", he said turning to face the group. "You see Ladies in todays top professional careers the best managers, male and female increasingly expect their junior mangers to give 100% plus. Essential if you are to progress and even more so if you are a proffesional Lady in what is sadly still a male dominated area. So ladies are expected to give a little more and if they fail to give 100% plus then many managers insist they pay a price in terms of disciplinary measures. "Any ideas ladies , what these measures might be ?". Burton looked around , knowing full well that no one ever answers this question. "I know Mr Burton Sir", A ladies voice said from the far end of the room. Sarha and her three colleagues turned to see a quite imposing , beautiful young lady approaching the group. "Ahh Miss Kelly , one of the star graduates from last year ladies" he said to Sarha's group. "Please tell us all what the measures are Miss Kelly". "A lady in business today, the world over can expect to submit to a thorough regime of corporal punishment in order to pay for her misdemeanours Mr Burton Sir ". Sarha and her group fell dumbstruck at this statement. "Corporal punishment ? Is'nt that spanking and being caned and beaten ? " thought Sarha, surely not. "Miss Kelly, ladies please step into my room now thank you", said Burton leading the way and taking the arm of Miss Kelly. He opened the door and allowed each of Sarhas group to enter before escorting Miss kelly in himself. The room was smartly furnished a deep leather settee being the centre piece in front of a large oak desk and other items such as a straight back wooden chair , bookcase and so on. Mr Burton turned to the group rather solemnly, "Miss Kelly as one of the four highest rated graduates from last year is fullfilling the tradition set by Mr Fenton by returning at the start of a new year to demonstrate for you girls the importance of our disciplinary regime and to demonstarate how you girls will be expected eventually to accept any punishments that you are due."
He turned to Miss Kelly , " Miss Kelly you know why you are here, proceed !!". The girls looked on astounded as she walked calmly over to the desk and removed her skirt, folded it neatly, placing it on a chair and then walked toward Mr burton , head slightly bowed. She looked him in the face and began, "Mr Burton Sir I have been sent here by my head of department for a grade 1 misdemeanour. Will you please punish me to correct the error of my ways?" at this Burton took Miss Kelly by the hand leading her to the leather settee, he sat down and instructed Miss Kelly, "Young Lady firstly you are be spanked , you know what to do". Without question the woman lay across his lap and then said, "please Sir, lower my panties so that I benefit fully from my spanking. At which point Burton slowly and in a practiced manner lowered her knickers and tugged them over her ankles. Without further ado his hand rose and fell , the crack of flesh on flesh resounding around the office. Sarha and the other ladies grimaced and pursed their lips as one loud crack was quickly followed by another and another and so on. Miss Kelly lay , her legs stretched perfectly straight behind her, the toes of her shoes pressing into the floor. She never allowed her head to fall and Sarha could see her face tightening in pain as each spank landed. Occasionally she let out a little whimper or puff of breath. Mr Burton continued to slap the poor girls bottom in a faultless rythym, no one blow seemimg to be harder or softer than the last. Miss Kelly's face became almost as red as her bottom which some five minutes after the onsluaght had begun was turning a glowing crimson. Sarha and the others were shocked, but Sarha was also fascinated at the way the scene was developing and a thought zipped through her mind that she would really like to know what Miss kelly was going through at this very moment ? The spanking finally came to an end, "Stand !" , Burton said sternly, "Now Miss Kelly to finish go to the cupboard and fetch me number six !". For a moment Sarha thought Miss Kelly was about to speak, perhaps to beg for mercy, but was number six ? The groups eyes watched nervously as she walked towards the cupboard her glowing rear on view to all. She opened the door and momentarily paused, she was unhooking something from the wall in the cabinet, Sarhas eyes opened wide when Miss Kelly turned and walked over to Burton holding the most fearsome looking black cane. He turned to Srah and the others, "Number six ladies, the most senior cane in the school, only used for grade 1 misdemeanours" , he turned to poor Miss Kelly, you know the position girl take it please. Miss Kelly then turned to face the Sarha and the others, took a deep breath and bent over resting her hands just below her knees. "Count each stroke of six Miss Kelly so that the new ladies know what will be expected of them should they ever be priveledged to visit this room in future !" "Yes Sir " she said as the cane went high into the air and swished venomously down and with a SNAAAAP!cut into the tender girls behind , "Aaaaghhh !! " she screamed , "O-o-one S-sir " she stuttered. Sarha could only see the poor girls face as each stroke cascaded down across her arse, swiiiiiiisshhh !! Craaaaaacccckk !! Agggh !! Ouch tw-ooo Sir-r-rrrr " she implored and so on until the final stroke whisked through the air and Miss Kelly rose sharply clutching her punished buttocks, tears streaming down her face, "Miss Kelly, I think you have forgotten something have you not ?" , asked Burton. Miss Kelly turned to her disciplinarian, " Thank you Sir for punishing me, may i dress now Sir or am I to stand in the corner ?" , she said sobbing. You may dress Miss Kelly. Burton turned to Sarha and the other ladies who stood there some in shock, disbelief and Sarha in fascination. Well ladies now you know what you will almost certainly face if you are accepted at our college, bear in mind that no Lady who as attended here as ever left without visiting this room at least twice during her time with us. You will be no different I assure you !! The thought shot through the group like a bolt of lightning, Sarha had her own thoughts , her heart racing. Burton reminded her so much of her Uncle Ian , they even shared the same christian name. her Uncle had often been tasked with keeping Sarha in check and as she grew older their meetings became more and more adult in nature, Sarhas heart raced, there was something about the very thought of being punished in such formal surroundings. She could not believe what she was about to. As the other members of her group left and Miss Kelly left , still sobbing rubbing her tender bottom Sarha laid her hand on Mr Burtons shoulder, "Sir , err, may I have a quick word please ? They stepped back into the room and Burton closeed the door behind him. " Please go ahead err ? ","Sarha" she said, " Sarha" he smiled back.Sarha continued " I err, don't quite know what or how to say this Sir but errr, well its ermm ?" "Come , come girl, I am very busy", " Well Sir I wondered Sir, if I could well ermmm. I have been very naughty lately Sir and I think a session with you Sir would correct my ways Sir " she blurted out , instantly regretting every word !!"Do you now ?" he said somewhat lasciviously. "You are not accepted yet my girl it would be most improper""Oh , I am sorry err --errr nevermind" said Sarha ,"However " , Burton began , taking a firm grip of Sarhas wrist " I will make an exception in your case, you have made a favourable impression already and I'll let you in on a little secret, I am very good friends with your Uncle he has told me much about you". Sarha was shocked but the excitement she felt set her head spinning. Burton led her to the settee, not quite as formal as with Miss Kelly he took spun her round , unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Sarha stepped out of it and before she could realise where she was Burton turned her over his lap like a seasoned spanking expert. Whereas he had slowly slipped Miss Kellys panties down Sarhas were taken down rather roughly and whipped off her feet. Burton ordered Sarha to part her legs and raise her bottom , "I am going to spank your bottom very hard my girl after which you will face what i am told will be your first caning !!!" Burton was clearly getting excited by this experience and before the first smack felt compelled to to cup Sarhas cunt in his hands the damp warmth stirred his cock so that it sprang to life with a throbbing surge.Sarha who had gotten wet watching Miss Kelly's spanking groaned, " oooooh Sssiiirr I have been so naughty , please spank my bottom like I was a naugty little girl , make it sting , pleeeeaaaaaaaaase !!" she screamed as the first spank struck , knocking the breath out of Sarha briefly she lay helpless as a rush of spanks scorched her thrusting arse. Burton was merciless, he spanked each cheek in turn and then lay two or three in turn across the crease of Sarhas perfectly shaped target. Sarha kicked her legs occasionally as Burton hit the sweet spot beneath her ass cheeks and the tops of her thighs , pausing only to test the dampness of Sarhas shaven pussy. The room was filled with an erotic mix of slapping, screaming & begging sounds. Sarha screeching in pain then ecstasy the joy of being both aroused and punished , "Oh, fuuck YES !!" she exclaimed as Burton hit a hypnotic rythym of spanking beats played out on the glowing orbs of Sarhas arse, which in time rose to accept the next beat her vagina opening and closing as she rose, Slaaaaaappppp ! then falling to her Masters knee only to rise again begging for the next Crackkkkkk ! to fill the air !! Sublime punishment, she was in heaven even though she knew she was to be caned she new that before she left she would also be fucked by Sir !!!
The Caning !!! At the culmination of her spanking Burton instructed Sarha to stand , " Hands on your head please Sarha" he ordered. "Am I to be caned as Miss Kelly was Sir ?", she asked, Burtons answer momentarily eased her fear, "No Sarha", she breathed a sigh of relief, it was short lived. "It would be unfair to give you a grade 1 caning with the black rod, that will be something to look forward to in your first year. You will receive a grade 3 caning, a less thicker cane and lighter in weight. As is tradition , except for very serious offences , it is my duty to administer six hard strokes", " Sh-sha- shall I touch my toes now Sir ?" asked Sarha ." No young lady you will follow me please, as you are girl. You won't be needing your panties just yet !!"Sarha followed Burton , "and hands on your head girl !!""How shaming ", she thought to herself. Just as the thought entered her head two pupils approached the opposite way down the corridor. A brief comment and giggle passed between them as they watched poor Sarha walking her reddened botttom wiggling has she walked hands on head to what was to be her first ever caning. She followed her Master into a room , inside it was small and in the centre stood a trestle its top wrapped in red leather studded on either side. Across it , balanced perfectly lay a long yellow cane. It was longer than the cane that scorched Miss Kelly & thinner and Sarha suspected quite whippy once it was swished through the air."You may put your hands down now and you may fetch me the cane if you please ? Sarha's heart began to thump so hard she thought she may faint. Slowly shaking as she walked she moved to pick up the rod. It felt cool and very light. She turned to face Burton. She took threee paces toward him and not daring to look into his eyes she offered the cane to him with both hands. Burton could see the girl was nervous , he gently took her forearm and moved her toward the trestle, "Now you must go over Sarha", he whispered. Sarha bent forward adjusting to find some comfort at least. She instinctively took hold of the handles provided for the poor victim to hold and obeyed Burton's instruction to part her legs. He tapped the inside of her thighs with the cane until he was satisfied her position was correct. Sarha felt the cool air from a nearby open window wrap itself around her exposed rear, Burton stood admiring the way her cheeks opened offering a view of her most intimate parts. her cheeks were raised by the leather pad and were finally ready for the cane. Burton layed the cool rattan gently across her cheeks,"Please Sir ........................ " Swwwwwiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssh !! Craaaaaaaaacccccckkkkk ! Sarha blew out all the breath she had stored in her lungs as the cane laid its first stripe on her and her left leg kicked up and then stamped in an effort to rebuff the shock of her first cane stroke."My God , that hurt ........... " , she thought as the touch of the cane once more rested upon her aching fleshy mounds. Whhhhhhhhiiiiiiipppppppp!! Spaaaaaaaatttt !! the second stroke bit and Sarhas head began to spin , " Ahhhh h ! Yesssssss oooowwww!" she said. Once again the rod touched her she swallowed hard her mind now so confused , she was getting turned on, her tush was dripping ,Burton must have seen the wet glistening has he readied for the fourth stroke ...................... this one landed beneath her arse cheeks swaaaaaaaaaatttttttt !! and she dipped her head at the numbing pain , tightening her grip on the handles. "You are doing very well Sarha , just two more , now brace yourself "...................... there was an almighty swish then a loud crack as number five hit , Sarha could not help it as both her legs swung in the air , her cunt and anus on glorious show , a sight Burton drank in with relish. He waited for the girl to compose herself and made little fuss has he quite mercilessly kept with tradition and made the last one the hardest ..... Sllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappp !Sarha had no energy left she lay draped over the trestle , tears started to trickle down her face a mixture of pain and joy. Her juices ran freely down the inside of her leg and it was not long before Burton satisfied her most urgent need. He gently swept his hand across the scorched cheeks his fingertips toying with the stripes that he had raised from Sarhas bottom. Then his hand moved to her sex , his fingers expertly entering her vagina one finger allowed out to tease her clitoris. His left hand continued stroking her punished buttocks, Burton becoming erect from their feel, the heat, the roundness , the pure erotic crudity of a woman so exposed, so submissive , so ready to be entered and fucked to orgasm. Has he dropped his trousers and pants his erection throbbed. He thrust slowly, deeply , Sarha let out an ecstatic groan ...... "Oh sir, tha-thank you for my punishment, please make me a good girl Sir ...pleeeeeaaasee ". Burton plunged back and forth slowly and masterfully until Sarha gripped him with her legs her hot arse firmly against his balls. As he felt is hot cum begin its journey down his cock he drew out and shot it across her back and arse , cupping her cunt has he groaned his pleasure away.
Afterglow Sarha lay in her bed that evening , alone with her thoughts. What a momentous day she had experienced. She had been virtually assured of a place at the college by Burton after she had composed herself post caning. They had talked at some length and Burton made it clear that acceptance of discipline came a very close second to academic achievement, and at this college one did not occur without the other.Under the sheets Sarha had lowered her pyjamas and ran her fingertips over the weals left by Burtons cane. They were less swollen now and the sharp sting that was caused by toching and pressing them was the sort of pain that she wanted to feel again & again. The caning had been awful & yet sublime. Total submission to a Master and acceptance of his punishment. The heat was warm and reassuring , Sarha thought , " I must speak to Uncle Ian as soon as I can, I must know how to behave under my Masters hand, he will show me how!"The very next day Sarha excitedly walked to her Uncles house and impatiently waited for him to answer her knock at the door. "Sarha, what a surprise, do come in."Sarha walked in and went directly to the study."Well what can I do for you my dear ?" , asked her Uncle." Oh ! Uncle it is so exciting, I went to the Ladies college yesterday and , well I am certain they want me to start next term."Her Uncle looked at her with a smile and a knowing raise of his eye brows, "They are very strict at that college young lady, you know that do you ?""Oh ! Do I ever Uncle Ian, you'll never guess what happen ........... ". " I think I would Sarha", he said smiling , "I suspect you met my old friend Mr Burton did you ?" he asked.Sarha blushed, " yes I did, he said he knew you. You'll never guess what he did to m..mm""He caned you I suspect" interupted Uncle Ian ....Sarha blushed even more deeply and looked to the floor, "well , ye-y-yes he did actually", she looked at her Uncle waiting for him to speak. "Ian Burton is an expert in his field, he started as a head teacher and became so proficient at corporal punishment he was asked to seminars all over the country until CP was banished from schools. It was then private, specialist colleges that sought his expertise."Sarha continued , "Uncle, he spoke of a young lady learning how to properly accept her punishment and how in todays high profile businesses, bosses expect their lady juniors to be properly trained, especially when visits to Japan and the Far East are involved. I am not sure I know what he means and it is so important that I make it through the course." "Well lady perhaps I can help you, I am a long time associate of Mr Burtons , lets see what we can do together shall we ?"Sarha watched as her Uncle placed a straight back chair into the middle of the room and started nervously. "Oh Uncle , please don't beat me today, my bottom is still striped from my caning I think I should faint if my bottom was spanked any more !!" "Don't worry my sweetness, today we shall deal with posture. I won't even pat your poor little behind" he laughed as he sat on the chair and patted his lap to indicate to Sarha that she should stand aside him in readiness to go over. She did so ........... "Firstly young lady if you are due a spanking you should appear contrite and regrettful that such measures are necssary at all. Hands crossed in front of you and eyes flickering to the floor and back to your Masters with maybe a little gentle nibble on your bottom lip will always appeal to a spanking boss. The hands being at the front allow your boss to take you like this ......" , at which point he took her firmly by the wrist and pulled her in one swift move across his lap, "Oooooh! " exclaimed Sarha. Uncle went on, " Now Sarha once you are positioned it all depends on the person spanking you, some prefer clothing to be removed prior to going over whilst others will get great deal of satisfaction from preparing you in position as it were." At which point Uncle Ian gave a finely practised example , expaining as he went, "Firstly the skirt is lifted, usually gently as office spankings tend to be formal rather than spontaneous. We lift the skirt thus" , Uncle lifted the skirt and laid it neatly upon Sarhas lower back , emphasing the importance of a neat fold to ensure it stays clear of the target area. "any blouse that may show would also be folded neatly so that a modest area of bare back is on show . This so that when the time comes to lower the panties it easy to slip the fingers into the elastic like so, and to lower the panties in a slow highly ritualistic fashion. A spanker loves nothing more than to see a lady raise her hips to allow her panties to be eased down." Sarha lay over her Uncles lap listening intently , hardly believing what she was doing, it felt so right. "Now Sarha you must be aware that your legs should be stretched out and parted if that is what your Master requires, but he will tell you if and when that is necessary. Now once the spanking has begun the occasional involuntary kick out of a leg tells your spanker that he is making an impression so to speak, but wild kicking of legs and hands trying to cover sore cheeks will just make him angry and leave an unfavourable impression if you are being spanked in front of others. I personally would add a caning afterwards if it had not already been awarded or several extra strokes if it had for such deplorable behaviour", he said somewhat sternly !!"Can I get up now Uncle ?" Sarha asked rather tamely, sensing that her Uncle was starting to enjoy this and that she may end up being warmed again for no good reason." "Yes you may , but before you lower your skirt and replace your panties I want you to bend over the arm of the settee" , he said pointing to the round , high leather arm, "I have a surprise for you" ."Sarha did has she was bid and went over the settee arm allowing her skirt to stay up and glancing at where her Uncle had cast her panties. Uncle Ian stood behind her , "Part your legs wide my naughty little girl" , "Please Uncle you said you would'nt spa-n-k..............aaaaaahhhhhh!! ooooohh!!!! ye-ssssss!" she groaned with pleasure as she felt her Uncle insert something deep into her wet cunny. Then she realised it was not her Uncle inside her but a dildo which Uncle Ian expertly rotated and slipped and slided in her sex. He had coated it in jelly but her juice was plenty to lubricate it. Sarha moved her hips and was overjoyed when Ian ran his fingertips over her cane marks , " We shall re-new these stripes together my naughty little niece next weekend when you are due to visit me officially I think , don't you?" "Y-yaaeeesssssss !! Sirpleeeeeasee ! ooooh c-cc--ccaaaane my bare botommm Siiiiiirrrrrrr!!", she squealed as the dildo probed her hidden centres of pleasure !! The groans grew more deep and throaty as Ian withdrew the dildo and started to tongue whip Sarhas blood engorged clit allowing his tongue to probe the inner crack of her cunt lips as they dripped. Sarha felt so dirty, so lewd ....... she felt wonderful as she screamed " I'm coming .... aghhhhhh!" . She lay prostrate over the setee , limp and flushed, her arse like a ripe bruised peach high in the airit begged to beaten but Ian would wait for that pleasure !!
A Lesson from UncleTwo weeks soon passed and Sarha had recieved acceptance at the Ladies College, she was overjoyed albeit tempered slightly by the thought of facing two years of strict discipline. Her Uncle Ian had detected that Sarha was confused. She was undoubtedly aroused sexually when being spanked and Ian himself , and Mr Burton had done little to prevent this if they were honest. Therefore it fell to Sarha's Uncle to prepare Sarha so that she knew when she was punished she must learn to understand that it is a painful process, but more so a humiliating one too !! Often a punishment will be given until the spankee is reduced to tears.Sarha felt an ice cold finger run down her back as she entered her Uncles study that evening. "Sarha, you are late by half an hour, what have you been up to lady ?" , asked Ian strictly."Well Uncle ... I .. ", she was halted before she could speak any more. " I do not need paltry excuses girl !!" , he exclaimed as he sat forward in his chair , "now come here girl !! Stand before me." Sarha was shaken , her Uncle seemed extremely angry. "Just what have you learned these past weeks you naughty little girl ? Nothing , thats evident !! Now lift your skirt ... do it NOW !! "Sarha was feeling weak at her knees but she did as she was told, she dared do no other. She stood her skirt lifted as her Uncle sat further forward and lowered her knickers with a swift tug ....... Sarha nearly losing her balance. She stepped out of the underwear and watched her Uncle proceed to the desk. From the draw he withdrew a paddle made of leather, a hairbrush and last of all a long thin school cane that lay on the desk menacingly straight and wispy. He took the paddle and approached Sarha. To her astonishment he put one foot upon the footstool leaving his knee high in the air and took Sarha and placed over his raised knee. Sarha dangled like a limp rag doll, neither feet nor hands able to reach the floor. She steadied herself by holding her Uncles leg. "Today young woman you are going to be punished with a capital P. I intend to see you sobbing as you stand in the corner once you have sampled all three of these implements". Don't expect any comforting of any sort afterwards, do you understand ?"Sarha was already welling up as she stuttered a humble , "Ye-ess Sssii-r !".Uncle Ian wasted no time and began to spank her upturned bottom , slowly at first but very deliberately indeed. Sarha was more humiliated by her position than the paddle , which did'nt sting as much as her Uncles hand had in recent weeks!! But her whole body rocked in motion to the steady beat being played out across her bare arse and her cheeks started to glow, yet still the spanking was not to painful, that was about to change !!As the last few slaps of the paddle caused her backside to shiver her Uncle briskly stood Sarha back on her feet and ordered her to fetch the hairbrush." Now give that to me and remove all of your clothes, place them neatly on the chair and then you are to lay over my knee"Once more she did as instructed and turned to her Uncle. He sat on the chair and on his knee he had placed a cushion, Sarha knew this would raise her bottom and show all of her most private parts. Once in position her Uncle placed a firm hand to the small of her back and asked Sarha to reach behind her with both hands. She did and he held her wrists tightly together. "This Sarha is an ebony hairbrush and it was used widely in the olden days by the well to do when their daughters stepped out of line ............ " . He began her beating again , this time hard and fast , alternate cheeks. Giving the poor girl no respite between slaps Sarha began to kick her legs and to scream , " Nooooo ! Uncle please .. noo more !!".Her uncle took no heed and smacked her thoroughly with the wide backed hairbrush causing her bottom to become red & mottled. Sarha became weary as the spanking carried on and finally lay motionless, sobbing hardly able to get out her words, "please Uncle ...... please aaghhhhhhh!! Oooowwwwww ! waaaahhhh - aaaahhhhh !" she bawled , her hand being sucked in her mouth as she tried to ease the scorching splat of each smack. Come the end she was ordered to stand in a corner and to hold the cane across her raw cheeks with both hands. Her head bowed she sobbed and waited the prescribed fifteen minutes before facing a final six of the best from her Uncles cane. She felt like a bad little schoolgirl her sobbing subsided , the salty tears ran down her face, dripping from her lip as she licked their itchy trickle away. "Its time Sarha !!" , said her Uncle solemnly, " bring me the cane and then touch your toes". Sarha almost fell to her knees to beg for mercy but she dared not, her Uncle would almost certainly add strokes, she just wanted to go to her room and lay on her tummy, she summoned her last ounce of courage and handed the cane to her Uncle. She turned widened her stance slightly and reached down to her toes presenting her aching buttocks one last time.Swiiiish ! Splaaaat !Swiiiish ! Splaaaat !Swiiiish ! Splaaaat !Swiiiish ! Splaaaat !Swiiiish ! Splaaaaat !Swiiiish ! Splaaaaaaat ! Six terrible times the cane whistled down to lay stripes on her arse. Sarha stayed bent over grimacing at each scorching bite, squeezing more tears from her eyes. Each stroke drew a gasp or whimper from her throat as her hands gripped her shins tightly."Now get to bed girl !!", Sarha obeyed, rubbing her bottom as she went up the stairs with one hand and wiping away her tears with the other. She cried herself to sleep that night, as all well punished naughty girls should.
Realisation Sarha sat alone in the park , tomorrow she faced her first day at the Ladies College. It was a fortnight since her Uncle had given her the beating of her life and the following morning a stern lecture to explain why he had felt it necessary. For the first time sexual contact had not been part of the occasion , the realisation that college was going to be a long struggle whilst trying hard to stay out of Burton's room !! That evening she summoned the courage to call at her Uncles, unsure of what may happen. She dressed in her very best clothes and wore the most feminine under garments in her collection. To her surprise and delight her Uncle was overjoyed to see her and held her in a fond embrace before placing a delicate kiss on the lips he so adored."Come in Sarha, I thought you had gone off me, I think the beating I gave you was food for thought was it not ?" "Oh Uncle it was awful and my poor bottom stung and ached for days. "Thats what it will be like at college , is'nt it ?", she asked with a gulp. " I am afraid so , if you step out of line that is. Ian Burton is a very fair disciplinarian, but if he is called on to hand out a punishment for a serious offence, well ..................... ", he paused shaking his head which in turn made Sarha's stomach turnover, "My Lord ", she thought "I hope I never have to face the number six cane ... !!!""Still , enough talk of punishment my love, you look perfectly lovely this evening. May I have the honour of taking you out to dinner Sarha ?""Oooh ! Yes please I would love it , can we eat Indian Uncle please , please !!! " "Very well , Indian it is !", and they both climbed into Ian's car and drove to the best Indian restaraunt in town.. Ian could hardly keep his eyes of the split that revealed much of Sarha's thigh and he did well to resist placing his hand there. The evening simply rolled by and Ian was not able to take in how wonderful Sarha looked. Gone the girl that was sent to him by her Mother for a dose of much needed corporal punishment, the pleated skirts & white blouse replaced by an elegant evening dress that revealed her neck without plunging to low. He had watched her as she rose from the table and walked to the ladies room, the small split at the back of her dress revealing just enough of her legs, legs clad in seamed stockings completed by black heeled shoes. His eyes momentarily set upon her rear as it provocatively curved and filled out the dress moving as only a beautiful womans bottom can as she strode away. They sipped wine after the meal and soon stared shamelessly into each others eyes. "Sarha", Ian started ,"you have developed so much these past months and now you are on the brink of your years at college I am proud of you and especially proud of how you have overcome some of the harsher realities that you have faced recently. I have something to ask you Sarha", he looked deep into her eyes and gently laid is hand, the right hand that had connected so effectively with her recently, upon her own. Will you stay with me this night ? ", he asked "Why Uncle I thought I was anyway", she observed. Ian smiled , " no my sweet, I mean stay with me in my room tonight, in my bed ? We have made love but it has always been fuelled by the heat generated by your correction. Tonight I hoped to introduce you to the pleasures of a mild erotic spanking, if you agree I have a surprise waiting for you that I hope you will appreciate greatly !!" Sarhas stomach began to tumble she knew her answer but for once decided to tease her Uncle, "Well, we'll see shall we, you naughty Uncle !!", she laughed as she teased. Ian gave her a pretend stern look then himself started to smile. Back at the house they drank coffee , ate liqueor chocolates and talked as the evening turned to early morning. Sarha looked as Ian stood and offered his hand as an invitation to walk with him to the bedroom. She took it, smiling gently and walked behind him holding his right hand behind his back with both of hers clenching tightly. Up the stairs they went and made for the main bedroom. Inside it was simply splendid and decorated to a very high degree. The bed had white linen laid on it with brass at each end. Ian turned to his charge and held her tightly laying gentle kisses on her lips, her face and slowly down around her neck. As he did this Sarha looked at what lay on the pillows. A red leather riding whip, quite short with a small black tongue at its end, different from one she had seen her Uncle with before. She returned his kisses and the embrace which now became heightened as Ian undid the zip at her back until the dress fell freely to the ground. Ian stood back to admire Sarha in flesh toned french style knickers, matching camisole top and suspender belt that held up the seamed stockings he liked so much. He then quite literally swept her off her feet. He carried her as though taking a bride over the threshold and placed her on the bed. Taking her cami knickers by the lace trim he lowered them as slowly and gently as he could until they finally passed over her feet. Ian bunched them in his hand and held them to his face to take in their fragrance then let them fall to the floor. He then slid his arm beneath her legs and started to lift them until her feet were directly above her head. Sarha felt so aroused at being exposed in this fashion. Ian steadied her position by gently gathering her delicate ankles in one hand as he reached for the whip with the other. He sat on the bed beside her and Sarha held her legs up in the air. The cheeks of her arse and her tight moist mound became almost as one. Then applying wristy flicks of the whip to Sarhas cheeks and the upper parts of her thighs, not hard but just enough to sting mildly. The whipping went on for some time , occasionally he would raise the whip ever so slightly so has to cause Sarha to gasp. but with joy not pain. She became hypnotized by the slap of leather across her exposed rear, this did not stop until he had coloured her with an array of pink lines , finally putting the whip down and cupping Sarhas womanhood with his mouth , enticing sighs of pleasure from her. She ran her hands over her warm cheeks then through his hair and around his face. Her legs parted , still in the air has she pulled him up for a long passionate deep kiss , her juice still on her lovers lips. As they made love Sarha sat astride him at first holding the whip as she rode him then has she felt herself close to orgasm she passed the whip to him and begged him to whip her as they fucked. He flicked the crop across her arse cheeks , spread as they were astride him. She screamed with delight as each wristy cut that brought her nearer to coming. Finally, together they came and the whip cracked until they fell into each others arms.
The First DayWalking through the college gates for her first day was Sarhas proudest moment and she reaffirmed her intent to do her very best. She had arrived in good time to find her way to her first class, business studies, and she sat eagerly at her desk awaiting for ohers to arrive. Indeed as mr Weston entered the room to take the class the only seat left vacant was the one alongside Sarha. "Good morning Ladies", Weston started and introduced himself. A smart man about 50 years of age with an air of authority but a kind face. " We will begin ......... ", he said stopping as the door flew open and in rushed a young lady , " so sorry I am late Sir !", she said in a somewhat flustered manner , "the traffic was simply awful and ................."." Stop right there young woman !" , Weston said sternly , " you are half an hour late for my class, your first class. Now stand out front !!". The poor girl shamefaced walked to the front of the class, a woman in her early twenties being treated like a child. She stood alongside Westons desk and watched as he picked up a telephone that sat on it , " Hello , good morning its John Weston here I wonder if you could just pop down to my class , I have a grade 2 misdeamenour that needs sorting out , thanks Ian". Weston placed the phone back in its cradle and looked toward the girl that stood by his desk ," and your name is ?" , he questioned , " Errrmm ... Jenny .. er Jenny Glass .. errrmm Sir " " well Jenny not a very good start eh ?" ," No Sir ", she replied just as the door opened again and in walked Ian Burton , college disciplinarian. The rest of the class mumbled audibly only to be quietened by Weston. Jenny's eyes opened wide as she realised her fate. Burton carried a thick leather tawse in his right hand , " Young lady a most unfortunate way to begin the day, remove your skirt if you please and then if you will I would like you to bend over Mr Westons desk" . Everyone watched stone faced as poor Jenny removed her skirt , her lip quivering with shame & fear as she lay it neatly down. Jenny was a short slim girl with short reddish hair and subtle elfin features. She was crying already as she bent over the desk and gripped its edges , instinct or experience ? Her small , pert bottom delicately freckled caught the sun as it rose in the air and Burton stood aside her wasting no time in drawing out the first of twenty-four peircing screeches as he laid the tawse across her backside. Weston moved around to hold Jenny's wrists as the first dozen were completed. At this point Burton lowered her tiny red briefs and applied a further twelve scorching licks of the leather turning her bottom pink and leaving the girl sobbing uncontrollably across the desk.The rest of the class were shell shocked , that the punishment be so harsh for a first offence. Sarhas stomach churned , her panties damp with arousal at seeing the beating but her heart beat hard in the knowledge that she will almost certainly fall foul of the rules soon and then it will be her bottom that will be glowing as her class looks on !!
Days became weeks which in turn became months and Sarha had to her amazement settled in brilliantly. Her work was given glowing reports and several merit marks. The first six months simply flew by and Sarha had become good friends with Jenny Glass.. The pair complimented each other in many ways and Jenny had taken an instant liking to Sarha after she had comforted her after her first day beating. However Jenny had a way of finding trouble and had encountered Mr Burton on two further occasions. It was Monday morning and the two friends walked to their lectures , to Sarha s amazement Jenny lit a cigarette as they headed to class, " Jenny you'll be in for a session with the number six cane if your caught doing that here !!" warned Sarha , "Oh shut up and have a go off that" said Jenny passing the roll up to Sarha who rather naively took a puff on it and started to cough , " What on Earth is that stuff ?". "You mean you've never tried a joint before ?""A joint .... you mean its ...............""Of course, cannabis, helps me relax .........""Does it indeed ladies ?" They both turned in horror to see the college principle behind them and poor Sarha was caught holding the joint , "Oh , err thats mine , she was holding it for me " said Jenny. But they both new it was too late. The principle simply said , "Follow me..."They were marched down the corridor and across the marble hall to the Principles office. He pressed a button which sounded a buzzer. A few moments later Ian Burton entered the room."Yes Principle Sir ?""Ahh Mr Burton , unfortunately I have caught this pair smoking, indeed smoking drugs. Needless to say this is an offence which expulsion is often the only solution. However I am in a generous mood as I know many young folk indulge in social drug use. However it will not be tlerated at my college. This is grade 1 misdemeanour and you both know what that means ? In this instance I am instructing Mr Burton to give you an increased sentence at his discretion. Carry on Mr Burton."Burton looked at the girls shaking his head in dismay , " I am going to give each of you twenty-four strokes of the number six cane! You will hold each other down in turn so that you can both see the effect such a severe sentence has on the person receiving !! As for you Sarha Brown I am going to invite your Uncle to witness the punishment as it is your first official punishment since you started here. "Oh no Mr Burton please don't do that , he will be so angry and it will be such a humiliation , please ?!!""Exactly Miss Brown , and that is just what you need young woman. I will prepare a letter for you to take home tonight, your punishmnet will be tommorow at 10 prompt. Please be in the caning room wearing your white gym vests and sports briefs only, and be prompt or we will start proceedings with a spanking as well !" Sarha bowed her head and handed the letter to her Uncle. "Well young lady we both new you would end up being dealt with sooner or later .... but drugs ? Oh really Sarha you are at that college to learn professionalism !!""Please Uncle don't punish me now , I am to be given the number six cane tomorrow I -I--- ooooowww". Sarha wept openly she was very aroused by a regular spanking but this made her rigid with fear. Uncle Ian gently lay his hand on her shoulder , "I don't intend punishing you, tomorrow will be more than enough.. Come here .. " he said gently taking Sarha and bending her over under his arm. He lifted her college skirt and gently skimmed his hand over the white cotton that stretched taut across her cheeks. Sarha moaned in pleasure she new her Uncle was not going to hit her but instead pleasure her in a way that would relax her. He loved the feel of her cheeks and the way her panties became warm & moist as his fingers toyed with the loose folds of her panties that gathered between her legs. Occasionally pinching her lips or clitoris. "Tomorrow Sarha you will come of age , you are to be punished as a grown woman" , stroking and squeezing the fullness of her rounded , upturned arse only his will power preventing him from landing a crisp hard smack to her cheks as they peeked out of the legs of her tight panties. He revelled in the feeling as his hand slid down inside her knickers and along the crease of her behind until his fingers bathed in the juice of her sex."Ohhh ! I will be brave for you Uncle " , said Sarha who now thrust her rear as high as she could to greet Ian's probing finger tips. Sarha spent the night at her Uncles house. When morning arrived Ian drove her to college and was greeted by his old associate Ian Burton. "Well , splendid to see you old fellow, this young charge of yours as been lucky not to be expelled", looking toward Sarha gravely as he said it. " As you know", Burton continued adressing Sarhas Uncle , "both Sarha here and young Miss Glass are to face the colleges heaviest corporal punishment for this behaviour I would like to watch both girls as they receive if you would be so kind? ""Only too glad to Ian , they have to learn and I fully approve of your decision" , he smiled as Sarha shuffled rather uncomfortably as she felt the loss of her Uncles support in this matter."Right ,Sarha of you go to prepare, your Uncle and I will meet you in the caning room 10 am prompt, Miss Glass is already in the changing rooms. Sarha strode off somewhat ashen faced and ashamed.In the changing room Jenny Glass stood in her gym kit before the full length mirror her hands gently cupping her pert little behind. She smiled meekly at Sarha as she spotted her in the mirrors reflection and turned to give each other a reasuring hug. Sarha slowly stripped and put on her gym vest and tight blue gym knickers. To their eternal shame the college tannoy called out , " Miss Sarha Brown and Miss Jennifer Glass to the caning room immediately please !" The pair walked side by side holding each other by the hand heads bowed to avoid the gaze of other students going to class. They walked down the long corridor thier bottoms quivering in unison beneath their tight knickers, which in turn rode up into the crease of their buttocks with each step. They turned , gave each other a glance and knocked entering as Burtons voice called out , " Come !!"In the room , where before had stood the trestle over which Sarha had been punished by request during her first visit , there now stood what appeared to be a table topped with padded leather. On one side was attached a step that ran between the two table legs. Burton as ever moved swiftly, "Miss Glass if you please step here", he tapped the aforementioned step with the tip of the dark rod in his hand, the dreaded number six !! Jenny did so as Burton moved behind her. He laid the cane down on the leather and swiftly lowered her briefs to reveal her bare bottom. "Miss brown if you would stand the other side and take firm hold of Miss Glass by the wrists, if she is allowed at any time to rise without my approval it will be you who suffers the extra strokes ." "yes Sir " replied Sarha meekly as she stood full of guilt about to hold her best friend down to get the beating of her life . "Bend over Miss Glass if you please", Jenny did as instructed her bare arse raising in the air as she went over. Sarha took a firm grip of her mates wrists and Burton ordered Jenny to raise her eyes to look at Sarha. Her big green eyes looked up, tears welling in the bottom of her eyes. Briefly Burton went to the door that lead to the office and said , "we are ready" and to Sarhas horror in stepped her Uncle. She did not know he was to present for Jenny's punishment and for some reason felt even more shame as he cast his gaze toward the scene before him."Brace yourself Miss Glass please count each stroke silently until we reach twelve when you will say , 'Twelve thank you Sir , please repeat them for my own good' , am I understood ?""Yes Sir ", said Jenny shakily, then she let out an awful cry as the the rod whistled through the air and cracked ferociously across her arse , a red welt raised immediately then ..... Craaaaaaaackkkkkkkk !! Spllaaaaaaaatttttt , two strokes in quick sucession made Sarha hold her friend even more tightly as she instinctively jerked to squeeze her burning rear. " Hold her firm girl !! berated Burton as he lashed in two , three , four more strokes which had Jenny gulping for air and tears streaming down her face. Sarha held firm and was shocked as Jenny's face grimaced at each terrible thwack and screamed meaningless noises of pain. Sarha counted eleven strokes and stared at Jenny intently , raising her eye brows to remind her to twelve was due. STTHHHHWWWHAAAAATTT!! Sarha pulled at Jenny's wrists as she looked up agonisingly , "Aaghhh !! oooowwww ! Twelve thank you S-s-ssir , please- oooooowwww repeat them for my own aahh - good " Which Burton did with relish ........... "release her Miss Brown" , he ordered leaving poor Jenny over the leather table weeping and jerking uncontrollably. "you are next Miss Brown , Miss Glass is in no fit state to hold you so I have already asked your Uncle to carry out the task, if you please" , pointing once more to the step. Jenny stood facing the wall weeping as Sarha took up her position. Obeying each instruction she bent over and looked up at her Uncle as he gripped her wrists frimly.She felt her knickers lowered to her knees and the cool air raised goose bumps on her cheeks, the fine blonde down hair that covered them spiked in anticipation. The strangely satisfying feel of the cane as Burton rested it against her flesh caused her bottom to twitch involuntarily. the touch of the rod vanished, Sarha breathed in deeply as the whistle in the air told her the ordeal had begun .
Graduation day and backIt all seemed so long ago now, two years in truth. It was something that Jenny Glass had said that made Sarah recall the her one and only appointment with Burtons number six !! She , like all the other ladies had met with several punishments since including , Sarha recalled, one particularly humiliating session where Burton had been called to deal with her in front of class and had made Sarha lay on her back on the lecturers desk and had lifted her legs high in the air above her head as you would a baby having his nappy changed. He had then walloped her with a metre stick some twelve times. But none compared with the moments of despair she felt when Burton caned Jenny and herself with the dreaded number six. The stripes had stayed for a week or more and it was several weeks before she could bring herself to see her Uncle. For it was he that had held her down and his eyes whom she had stared at throughout through a blur of tears. It was the culmination of a course of of corporal punishment started by her Uncle and now, by no means finished , but certainly to have reached a peak beyond which she would ever be expected to go ? She quickly wiped the thought of that possibility away and looked toward the stage where soon both herself and her good friend Jenny Glass , naughty Jen as she was now known, would go to receive their graduation scroll and a passport to some of the most exclusive jobs in the world for proffesional women. Women who wanted to achieve and were willing to submit to almost any "challenge" put before them !!"Miss Sarha Brown .......... " , announced the principal and Sarha full of pride made her way to the stage. She wore a smart business suit of blue with thin pinstripes, knee length skirt with the smallest of splits at the rear. It was cut in a pencil style and dispalyed her bottom to perfection just below the short tunic jacket. Dark seamed stockings met with blue heeled shoes giving her calves an elegant shape. On her head she wore , as tradition dictated the mortar board to signify her graduate status. It was her shining moment. and she shook each lecturers hand in turn finding hard not to blush as she took Burtons hand. Then taking her place alongside her fellow graduates waited as the rest of the ladies too their turn."And now ....." , started the principle , "it is time to announce the four highest rated graduates, and they are ... "Each one screamed in delight as their name was announced and then the final name , " and lastly Miss Sarha Brown ...... ", she could not believe it top four !!! She took it in turns to to shake each hand once more and looked up startled as one hand gripped firmer than the rest, it was Ian Burton. "Well done Sarha, I will see you at the start of next term to introduce the freshers to our disciplinary regime", he said with a glint in his eye !! Sarha new then that a second date with Burtons number six was just a few months away ..... she also new then that she could hardly wait , she had come of age. Discipline was now part of her way of life and it was then she decided to go to her Uncle and make a request. "Uncle Ian ......... Sir ?" , she said head bowed looking up at him with her seductive eyes , "I have not stayed with you for some time and I wondered on this special night if I could call round I have a present for you and you can try it out tonight if you wish , may I ..... Sir ?" Her Uncle new that this was no ordinary request , she never called him Sir unless she was being punished by him , he answered , "why of course, it will be a pleasure , I am sure .." , he said smiling a somewhat self satisfied smile. Later that evening Ian relaxed in his favourite reading chair when he heard Sarha enter and make her way to the study. She stood framed by the study door still wearing her business suit and , rather surprisingly her mortar board. I smiled as she approached sensing her mood to be playful. She handed me an exquisitly wrapped gift boxabout the size of a telephone book. "Open it please Uncle Sir, I think you will like it ! ".I slowly unwrapped the gift . screwing the paper into a ball and throwing into the open fire, then I lifted the lid and carefully moved aside the tissue paper that concealed the contents . I looked at Sarha and smiled broadly at her. I wondered where she could have got such a beautifully crafted object. In the box was leather paddle. Thick brown leather wrapped around what felt like a hard wood insert. On it inscribed the words , " For when I need it , for my Uncle Ian love Sarha". I looked her in the eyes and took her by the hand leading her to my desk. I turned her and eased her down as she bent forward onto the leather topped desk. Laying the paddle beside her I took the hem of her skirt and raised it slowly until it lay neatly upon her back. Sarha wore black seamed stockings and matching black suspenders and panties. Taking the silken panties by the waist band I lowered them relishing the rustling sound of silk against her stockings. Taking in the site of her cheeks as they framed her tush. "Spread your legs my darling, wide apart and grip the edge of your Uncles desk tightly now". Sarha did as she was bid and adjusted her stance so that her legs were pushed against the desk , thrusting her arse upward and outward as if to appeal for the most sublime beating. I rubbed my hand on the warm leather of the new paddle before placing it against Sarha' s cheeks. as I did so I rotated it and then gently tapped it upon her cheeks to make them shiver ever so slightly. The sight of her was overwhelming and I raised the paddle again and again each of what must have been a hundred or more strokes making a loud "Whapp" as they met their target. Every so often a whimper or a groan was heard as Sarha jerked rythmically back & forth on the desk. her beating went on & on until Ian was so hard that he could not hold bak any longer. He removed his trousers and shorts and inserted is swollen cock deep into Sarha as she lay on his desk , the heat from her buttocks warmed is groin as he took a frim hold of her waist and fucked her with firm thrusting hips in the same tempo that he had used to baet her with the paddle. Sarha groaned in ectasy as she came and felt his hot cum fill her , "ahhhh !! Now that is what I call education !!", she exclaimed as Ian fell onto her back as they laughed and held each other in a passionate embrace. Sarha placed her fingertips on the instep of her shoe, her skirt was once again over her back and her panties afforded her no protection since they were tugged up into the crease of her arse. She stared directly at the face of a young woman who could scarcley believe what she was witnessing. Sarha had been spanked by Burton for the benefit of the new inductees, paddled whilst draped over the arm of his settee , that she had come to know so well these past two years and now one final time Burton tapped his beloved number six against Sarha Browns backside as she stood legs apart her cunt and anus on show to all. Six was traditional for this but Sarha was to be treated to a round dozen as one of Burtons favourites. as each stroke cut into her one inductee fainted, Sarha screamed in agony but she knew her place and the last one fell hard and precise across the centre of her quivering orbs. A tear trickled down her cheek and as the inductees left she stayed bent over awaiting the attentions of her Uncle who had been watching from the door , he rubbed her swollen arse and then turned her around to take her in his arms ............ now my love the great World awaits and new adventures , agonies and ecstasies for you to face. They fell onto the settee and once more made love his hands gripping her crimson globes as their bodies tangled together.
The End........
