A harsh breast caning for Lorelei

"These draw quite enough attention as they are," says Julia, pointing to Lorelei's prodigious boobs with the tip of her cane. "There's no need to shake them all over the place when you're walking around."

The auburn-haired nineteen year old blushes deeply as she stammers an apology. You're sure she wasn't jiggling them about on purpose, but it'll take her some practice to keep them under control whilst walking naked in ballet boots.

Julia removes Lorelei's placard, placing it on the floor, then inspects the offending tits closely, running her thumb nail carefully over some of the many white ridges and scarlet patches left by previous punishments. Lorelei catches her breath whenever a particularly tender spot is probed, which is often, since there is very little of her that isn't extremely tender, but the only other obvious signs of distress are the tears starting to run down her cheeks.

"It seems your left nipple is more inflamed than your right, so it should cause you greater pain if I cane across them from your right hand side."

"Yes, Dr. Morgan, I'm sure it will," replies the contrite student. "Please may I be caned across my nipples for flaunting my breasts?"

"You may. A dozen strokes ought to be enough, but if I ever have to tell you again, you'll get a dozen every other day for a month, understand?"

"Yes, thank-you, Dr. Morgan—Aaarggh!" Lorelei almost doubles over as Julia swings her short, thick cane almost lazily in an arc seemingly intended to tear the teenager's nipples right off. Realizing the consequences of her mistake, the teenager immediately breaks down in wracking sobs, shaking her head in despair.

"Get those shoulders back at once, young lady!" The Tutor for Women is appropriately furious at your student's lapse in deportment. "I'm doubling your punishment for getting out of position and repeating that one."

"Thank-you, Dr. Morgan." Lorelei thrusts out her chest with resignation, knowing there is no escape from the horrendous flogging to which she had been sentenced. "Please may I have the first stroke again."

If anything, this one is even harder and you can actually hear the impact over the whirr of the cane through the air.

"Ah! One, thank-you, Dr. Morgan. Please may I have the second." At least this time Lorelei manages to stay in position, her lean body held loosely to attention, arms straight by her sides and hands limp, neither clenched nor held rigidly flat, as some girls are wont to do to help them cope with the pain of a spanking.

The next stroke is equally firm and expertly delivered, just brushing the aureoles on its journey.

"Hm-mm-mm, two-oo, thank-you Dr. Morgan. Please may I have the third."

The little vignette has drawn considerable attention. Most of the students check to see what's happening, then continue on their way as quickly as possible, averting their gaze as though taking an interest in the proceedings might lead to their joining the unfortunate miscreants in their birthday suits—which, of course, it very well could. Others, though, especially tourists visiting the college from other parts of the country or even overseas, are stopping to watch avidly and a few are taking pictures to show their friends back home.

It takes several seconds for Lorelei to gather enough breath to count the third stroke, which is the last across her nipples for now, perhaps fortunately for the trembling teen. Instead, Julia slices the cane mercilessly into the top curve of her breast, right where she already has a weal from a previous caning. Lorelei moans piteously; obviously it is not that much less painful than her nipples.

Julia continues to thrash your student systematically. There wasn't a single spot on her boobs free from the marks of previous chastisement, but the Tutor for Women seems determined to cover their entire surfaces with a patchwork of livid welts. After each stroke, it takes longer for Lorelei to count, steadily approaching complete hysteria, but Julia is patient, allowing her to take as long as she needs. After sixteen strokes, the first pass is complete and Julia checks that there is no permanent damage done before resuming.

When the first stroke lands on top of the earlier one, Lorelei screams and screams, only breaking off to draw breath to scream again. Julia waits for a while, then finally steps to the front and slaps her face, silencing her briefly.

"I'm s-sorry, D-Doctor M-Morgan. I've never hurt s-so m-much. Thank-you for the seventeenth stroke. Please may I be caned again."

"I will not add any more to your punishment today, but better self control is expected of students at this university. Therefore, I will repeat this caning in one week's time, when your breasts should be even more sensitive."

It looks like Lorelei is about to throw up, but she thanks her chastiser dutifully and prepares herself as best she can for the next strike. It turns out not to be very well at all, as every stroke makes her howl and after four she loses her balance and only narrowly avoids falling down. She stares terrified at her chastiser, but Julia just tells her that she'll only get another six for that (plus one repeat) and resumes the punishment.

Every stroke seems to cause greater anguish and Lorelei's thanks are barely intelligible through her wails and sobs, but Julia doesn't relent, lashing her swollen tits with all her strength, over and over.

Lorelei isn't the only one crying. Her companions are also in tears of sympathy and even some of the spectators are looking concerned, although perhaps more by the prospect of the flogging being cut short than serious harm coming to its recipient. There's no chance of that, though, because Julia intends to discipline her charge with the utmost intensity, applying the final few strokes where she started, directly on the unfortunate young woman's welted nipples.

You hold your breath, eager to find out whether she will be able to bear the renewed **** upon the tortured nubs and are slightly disappointed that she doesn't break down completely and earn even more punishment.

A final swish and a warbling moan which rises to an inhuman shriek draw the punishment to an end.

"Thirty, thank-you Dr. Morgan," the skinny student gasps out. "Thank-you for caning me for shaking my breasts and for lack of control during a punishment." Having somehow held herself together to the end of her ordeal, Lorelei now dissolves completely into helpless sobs, unsurprising considering how swollen and raw her boobs (and in particular her left nipple) are now. Since her disciplinarian was a woman, there is no tip to be given, so Julia puts the placard back on the suffering girl (causing even greater anguish when the chain brushes against the recently-inflicted weals) and moves straight on to the next item on the agenda.