Starting with the punishment!

There was no more time to waste. She needed a quick reminder of the situation, and Jonathan knew just how to provide that. With a sharp CRACK, the first blow connected to her milky thigh, leaving a very satisfying red welt.

“OUCH.” The sudden action took Anette by surprise, and she cried out in pain.

“Please, please, please. No more. Can’t we…”

CRACK. Jonathan landed another blow, opposite his first one. Again, he was rewarded with a yelp of pain.

Then he took a small pause. He had shown her what could happen if he went for the strict route, but perhaps some fear was needed as well. Starting from the knee, he started rolling the cane along her leg. Anette was looking up at him from her resting position, her alluring breasts straining against her blouse.

As the cane rolled closer to her crotch, he slowed down. And when he rolled it over her barely pantycovered pussy, he allowed it to rest right in her cameltoe.

“Anette, caning is tiring work. I’ve only applied two of the prescribed 30 strokes..” he let the number sink in, allowing her time to image another 28 hits ”… and my arm is already growing tired. If I continued, my aim might slip.” Just to ensure that there was no misunderstanding, he gave a very gentle tap at her pussy. It was strictly speaking outside beyond his rights, but there was no **** behind it, and nothing could be proven if she decided to press charges.

“Such slips would be very unfortunate, painfull, and wouldn’t even count against administered strokes. Do you understand?”

Anette understood. The fear was obvious in her eyes by now. And then she surprised him by showing some initiative. She started to unbutton her blouse!

Jonathan watched in awe as the best tits in college was unwrapped before his eyes. As she opened the first few buttons, her ample pleasure mounds appeared. They were every bit as gorgeous as he had imagined, and even more so as Anette took the next obvious step and freed them from her bra. As soon as the support disappeared, gravity took over, and her impressive mounds rolled aside.

Jonathan was delighted. He had not given any promises, had not surrounded any negotiation power, and she was already crumbling before him.