Punishment room

Rob was dragged by the leash to the punishment room.. a room just down the hall. Any hesitation was met by a sharp tug, which didn't help as he hobbled along , the spreader bar impeding his steps.

The punishment room was exactly that, a room dedicated to the infliction of corporal punishment. There were no windows, and it was dimly lit but he could see a padded kneeling bench in the centre of the room, festooned with thick leather straps ... the wall had a plethora of canes and heavy leather straps hanging from hooks.. on the floor in a corner were a number of metal canisters containing the birches and thick canes.

Rob was quickly and expertly strapped down on the bench and at no time was he ever able to even contemplate escaping.. never at any time had he the chance to fight back, to try and wrestle free ... it was completely hopeless, he really was about to be thrashed .

Madam Birch watched on impatiently waiting for the large white buttocks to be fully exposed and fully presented upwards and thrusting back towards her... Such was the bench that she could see Rob's arsehole, and of course his balls and cock...

Two spotlights were turned on, and illuminated in bright white light the large buttocks, the target area for the reformatory cane. And there was also the three video cameras strategically placed to capture the action and the facial contortions of pain.

Madam Birch went over to the wall and selected a cane. It was about 36 inches long, with a handle to grip for a full purchase, then walked over to rob, swishing the heavy cane. The noise made his buttocks clench....

It was about to begin.