«But I wasn’t listening to Mastercane’s argument. Instead, my eyes were focused on the pile of long, brown canes sitting in the trash can behind her desk. I knew that in just a few minutes I would be leaning over that desk, my skirt would be up, and one of those canes would be whipping my bare ass. I would leave with a nice streak to show the girls in the showers.
“I’m not going to cane you _today_. You need a Detention Day. Therefore, this Saturday you will report to me at 8 a.m. The entire day will be dedicated to your punishments, and I can assure you that you will be an obedient young lady.
— Yes, Mastercane. “I didn’t hear the cane,” Mom said after I left Daddy’s room!
I shook my head sadly. “Even worse. Saturday I have a training program with Daddy all day. He's in the office preparing the stinging sticks, I said fearfully. Saturday at 8 o'clock I was present in Mastercane's office.
Why are you here, Mara?
"Let him be punished". I bowed my head and tried to look ashamed.
— And why are you being punished?
— Because I'm a disobedient girl, Daddy.
You will stay in my office all day. You will not be allowed to leave for any reason. I have a series of punishments and tasks for you that will last all day. -Yes, Daddy I said stroking my ass. -Now take off your clothes, Mara, I ordered in a harsh voice!! In 12 seconds I was in Mastercane's favorite punishment uniform, with my hands on my head!
There was that awful _swish_, followed by an even worse _thuck_, as the cane hit my bare ass. I stood on tiptoe instantly, biting my lips to keep from screaming. It was a sharp yelp of pain. One of the worst canings I had ever received.
Swish-thuck! came the second, as bad or worse than the first, then the third. The third is always the tip. Subsequent strokes don't really increase the total amount of pain - they only prolong the agony.
"In the chair, my dear. Have a seat," Mastercane ordered, and I listened in silence, though the chair was wooden and hard. I couldn't help but fidget a little as I sat down, earning a sharp look from my stepfather.
He handed me a blank piece of paper. "You will write down your punishments as you receive them," he said. "You will write 200 times--Mara deserves the cane on her bare buttocks--Do you understand?" "Yes, Daddy," the teenager sighed, shaking her juicy, swollen, striped ass " by mastercane»
«But I wasn’t listening to Mastercane’s argument. Instead, my eyes were focused on the pile of long, brown canes sitting in the trash can behind her desk. I knew that in just a few minutes I would be leaning over that desk, my skirt would be up, and one of those canes would be whipping my bare ass. I would leave with a nice streak to show the girls in the showers.
“I’m not going to cane you _today_. You need a Detention Day. Therefore, this Saturday you will report to me at 8 a.m. The entire day will be dedicated to your punishments, and I can assure you that you will be an obedient young lady.
— Yes, Mastercane.
“I didn’t hear the cane,” Mom said after I left Daddy’s room!
I shook my head sadly. “Even worse. Saturday I have a training program with Daddy all day. He's in the office preparing the stinging sticks, I said fearfully.
Saturday at 8 o'clock I was present in Mastercane's office.
Why are you here, Mara?
"Let him be punished". I bowed my head and tried to look ashamed.
— And why are you being punished?
— Because I'm a disobedient girl, Daddy.
You will stay in my office all day. You will not be allowed to leave for any reason. I have a series of punishments and tasks for you that will last all day.
-Yes, Daddy I said stroking my ass.
-Now take off your clothes, Mara, I ordered in a harsh voice!!
In 12 seconds I was in Mastercane's favorite punishment uniform, with my hands on my head!
There was that awful _swish_, followed by an even worse _thuck_, as the cane hit my bare ass. I stood on tiptoe instantly, biting my lips to keep from screaming. It was a sharp yelp of pain. One of the worst canings I had ever received.
Swish-thuck! came the second, as bad or worse than the first, then the third. The third is always the tip. Subsequent strokes don't really increase the total amount of pain - they only prolong the agony.
"In the chair, my dear. Have a seat," Mastercane ordered, and I listened in silence, though the chair was wooden and hard. I couldn't help but fidget a little as I sat down, earning a sharp look from my stepfather.
He handed me a blank piece of paper. "You will write down your punishments as you receive them," he said. "You will write 200 times--Mara deserves the cane on her bare buttocks--Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," the teenager sighed, shaking her juicy, swollen, striped ass
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by mastercane»