Still kneeling on the chair

Looking at the young brunette trembling in fear, you see no need to move her for now, instead taking up a stance in front of her and to one side, whence you can efficiently target her tits and tummy.

"Hands behind your back," you instruct, not unkindly. Anthea obeys immediately, pushing her chest out invitingly, then asks for the twenty-fifth stroke, without prompting.

Bending your knees, you deliver a sharp rap just above the chair back, a couple of inches below her belly button.

"Oh, oh!" Perhaps expecting her boobs to get the brunt of the next dozen, you judge her vocal reaction to be more due to shock than pain. Of course, it is very painful, but the blow was only moderate in terms of **** and you're sure she's taken worse and to more sensitive areas, too. Still, she quickly regains her composure to thank you and ask for the next.

* CRACK *

The cane traces a raised pink line a finger's breadth above the first, generating tears, but no moans or groans.

"Thank-you for the twenty-sixth stroke, Professor. Please may I have another."

* CRACK *

The shapely student remains steady under the relentless beating, your pep talk earlier perhaps paying dividends.

* CRACK *

"Thank-you-oo for the twenty-eighth stroke, Professor. Please may I have another."

The stripe across the bottom of her prettily neat concave navel causes a slight waver of her voice and the next, right over the middle of her belly button, makes her start to sob again.

* CRACK *

"Uhh, thirty, thank-you, P-Professor. Please may I have another."

She sniffles as you line up the cane with the bottom of her ribs, sucking in a deep breath when it lands.

"Th-thirty-one, thank-you, Professor. Uh-uh, please may I have another."

* CRACK *

"Oh-oh! Thank-you, Professor, thank-you for the thirty-second stroke. Oh, please may I be permitted to receive another."

* CRACK *

A shudder runs through the young lady's body when the cane strikes right below her rounded breasts, nearly brushing the underside. She gasps a few times before giving the count, arching her back a little more to push her boobs out even further, no doubt aware of the inexorable direction you're taking.

* WHAP *

The sound of the rod impacting fleshy tits is a bit different and rather louder, not least because you give the swing a bit of extra zip, but Anthea copes well, nothing more than a low moan revealing her increased anguish.

* WHAP *

"Ah! Ahh! Thirty-five, ohh, th-thank-you, Professor. P-p-p-please may I be p-p-permitted t-to receive an-her-her-her, oh."

Again slightly harder, the cane leaves a livid weal on tender globes and sends tears cascading freely. Sensing the poor girl is finally starting to struggle, you sneakily change your plans for the last stroke in this dozen, slicing it down with full **** over her aureoles and the base of her nipples. If anything is going to earn her extras, this is it.