Corporal punishment

“Both bend over your desks,” I said.

Both women obeyed me without question. I selected a springy willow cane from behind my desk. “You will each get fifty strokes of the cane, once an hour, every hour for the next day.”

I began with Lindsay. I stood behind her and brought the cane down across her ass cheeks. She yelped in pain, but I was already preparing the next strike. Again, she yelped sharply. After about ten strokes, Lindsay seemed to get used to the pain, so I increased my **** and she screamed in pain.

“Right, that’s your fifty strokes,” I said. “Keep track of time, Lohan. I will cane you again only when you ask for it. For every minute you are late, you will get an extra five strokes.”

I moved onto Rachel. “Hitch up your skirt,” I said.

“You caned her through her skirt!” Rachel protested.

“Arguing with me, McAdams? You need to be taught a lesson. Let’s call it a hundred lashes every half hour. Or should it be two hundred?”

“OK, OK,” Rachel, hitching up her skirt to reveal her bubble butt.

“And drop your panties, too,” I said.

Rachel began to protest, but caught herself and did indeed drop her panties. Only now did I begin caning. This time I savoured the gaps between strikes. I drew out the time between each lash, building anticipation. Rachel shuddered every time I struck her fleshy backside.

Ten minutes later, I was done caning. Rachel’s ass was red as a tomato and swollen.

“Now that you’ve punished us, can we have sex?” Lohan asked me.