Just a warning

"Just leave the tray on that spanking bench, Amy," you say, "and in future, do not take an interest in another girl's punishment unless you are invited to do so, or finding yourself in her place may be the least of your troubles."

"Yes, sir," the slim teenager now manages to keep her gaze fixed firmly on you, even as you see Maryam out of the corner of your eye raising the cane once more and rapping it smartly onto her date's partially parted pudenda. The impact is not too loud—perhaps the room is designed to absorb, rather than reverberate, the sounds of a thrashing—but if Amy were susceptible to becoming distracted, you're sure it would have been sufficient. Instead, your waitress places the drinks tray where you indicated and departs without even a glance at the delightful tableau taking place just a few feet away.

"Two extras," says the Arabic intellectual as she runs one finger along the ripening stripe upon her target's perineum and labia, then without warning lashes down once more, this stroke curling right along the exposed valley to the puckered bumhole, already bruised from the discipline you administered earlier today. The muscles in Johanna's thighs tense and the slightest tremor runs through her legs. You realize that not being able to see the cane descend must make it difficult to prepare and even this tiny movement is enough to make Maryam add "three more for that, Jo—oh!"

Your student's tongue is obviously having the desired effect, since for a few seconds the stern spanker can do nothing but moan whilst she rocks on the younger girl's face, eyes half closed and lips parted in a vacant smile of near-ecstasy. With a sigh, she returns to the task in hand, giving another savage stroke which happens to slip between Johanna's nether lips and castigate the barely-visible swollen nub of her clitoris. A muffled mewl results in a delighted disciplinarian adding a further four strokes to the rapidly accumulating total and you wonder whether a climax will be the only way for the ordeal to end.

It seems Julia is also considering this possible conclusion to the spanking, because she tentatively addresses the dominant woman. "Maryam…"

"Yes, Julia?"

"Would you mind me asking what an anal orgasm is like? I've never had one, you see…"

"Oh, I would love to be able to oblige you, Julia, but I haven't either. With the proper incentive, though, I'm sure Jo will be able to achieve the desired result, if anyone can." So saying, she continues the caning, three hard strokes searing throbbing agony into welted cunt flesh and the intimate valley between spread buttocks, each one giving reason for yet more extras.

Johanna desperately pleasures her lover's arsehole, tears streaming from her eyes. Maryam gives her a brief respite whilst she inspects her handiwork and enjoys the attentions of the teenager's lingual caresses, then runs the wicked shaft back and forth over the ridges it has raised.

"Tell me Julia, do you often find yourself in young Jo's position nowadays?"

"Oh, no, I've never been in exactly that position before, with a disciplinarian actually sitting on my face."

"Well, perhaps Jack would be willing to correct that omission after I've finished," Maryam smiles mischievously.

Julia seems a little flustered and glances at you nervously, but replies that she's sure you will give her whatever discipline she deserves, but she wouldn't want to impose by suggesting any specific method of chastisement in particular.

The brief exchange appears to have had a stimulating effect upon the attractive woman wielding the cane, because she resumes the flogging once more, this time with brisk, firm smacks which, whilst not as vicious as those that went before, build up a maddening crescendo of anguish, culminating in another three merciless lashes that earn back all the extras she just used up.

Maryam has to take another break, gasping with lust, loins quivering as her date is wracked by silent sobs and it occurs to you that she might actually be holding back to prolong the experience, when events take over to prove that is not the case.