Natalie begs for help

For a moment, the thoroughly-flogged brunette's lower lip trembles, sending tears dripping off her chin, then she capitulates, acknowledging that the caning is too ferocious for her to endure without assistance.

"Please, Miss…will you take a dozen strokes to reduce my punishment?" You can see how hard it is for her to admit her weakness in front of her rival, compounded by the humility of wisely addressing her as Miss. For her part, Minseo nearly smiles in triumph, before the reality of receiving a significant thrashing herself starts to sink in.

"Of course, Natalie. It's no trouble at all," is the reply, although all three of you know that it will be very troublesome indeed for the unoffending young woman.

You ask Natalie to take Minseo's seat and her tute-partner to bend over the table opposite her, because there isn't quite enough room to swing the cane adequately on the other side of the table. Sitting down on the hard wooden chair is the last thing Natalie wants to do and she whimpers and whines most piteously when her battered nates are pressed onto the unyielding surface, but both girls obey without hesitation.

Minseo's backside is small, but round and slightly perter than Natalie's. There are two black ovals near the base of her cheeks, suggesting a prolonged engagement with a hairbrush or similar, contrasting attractively with the skin tone that is the result of her Korean ancestry. You're sure that the raw weals about to be left by the brutal penal rod will make the vista even more delightful to regard.

You instruct the girls to gaze into one another's eyes once more, so that Natalie can see how much her new boss is suffering to spare her further agony, then reiterate the need for quiet out of consideration for your neighbours.

"Please may I receive the first stroke, Professor," Minseo begins, on the very tips of her toes to push her bottom out as vulnerably as she is able. You can hardly resist such an invitation and wallop her vigorously, right across the existing bruises, leaving a darkened stripe that rapidly reddens as blood rushes to the area under her skin.

Minseo's indrawn breath is audible, as is her shaky exhalation and you can already see tears trickling down her face when she thanks you and requests the next stroke. Apparently, her pain threshold is considerably lower than her rival's, which makes her either very brave or rather overconfident to have accepted your bargain in the first place.

Given the restricted view you gave her of the previous caning, you don't know whether she expects the following two blows to hit the same spot as the first, but although she mewls quietly with each and shudders helplessly, she manages to hold it together and you prepare to put the next trio across the fleshiest part of her buttocks, which should be slightly less devastating to the afflicted teenager.

The dead thud of the cane is followed by an involuntary moan and heartfelt thanks delivered through heaving sobs. Minseo's bum is still pushed right out, but her legs are starting to tremble from the strain of continuing to offer herself to the relentless rod.

* THUD *

"Duh-huh-huh-huh. Thank-you for the fifth stroke, Professor. Huh-huh. Please may I be permitted to receive the sixth."

* THUD *

"Ah-hah…" At the half way point (barring extras), Minseo is already bawling her eyes out, struggling to catch her breath so that she can speak calmly. "…Thank-you for the sixth stroke, Professor. Mm, hmm, huh-huh." She swallows. "Please may I be permitted to receive the seventh."

"This is all your choice," you remind the tormented teen, "if you change your mind at any time, I can give Natalie her two dozen instead."

The slightly older girl had been recovering steadily, but the thought of having to change places again causes her level of distress to rise once more and her anxiousness must be obvious to the unfortunate young lady bending over in front of you. However, she needn't worry, as Minseo draws a shuddering breath and says that she would like to continue, if it's alright with you.

Her bottom is swelling up nicely with maroon bruising and for the three swats to the top of her cheeks, you're able to angle your implement downwards slightly, making it easier to hit with appropriate **** and directing the impact into the already chastised region, which ripples with every blow.

Minseo becomes almost frantic, gasping for breath over and over so that she can scream her anguish silently, in between thanking you and asking for further pain. You run your hand over her cheeks before moving on, kneading the welted flesh mercilessly under the guise of inspecting your handiwork, whilst your subject weeps and moans.

Satisfied that her bum is completely covered in throbbing weals, you plan to put the last three strokes right at the top of her thighs, near the first set of stripes. She's shaking violently, now, barely able to stay on tiptoes, but not so much that there's a risk of missing your target.

The rod thuds into her legs and she gurgles as if she's on the brink of throwing up, but she doesn't, instead forcing out her gratitude one further time. The rod thuds in again and Minseo is nearly hysterical, quivering like a taut bowstring, a puddle of tears on the table beneath her chin.

"Tha-a-ank-you-oo, Professor, for the-ee eleventh stroke…Please may I be-ee permitted to rece-ie-ve the twelfth."

You rest the cane against the weal, a ridge nearly an inch thick, waiting a moment for your student to regain a modicum of her composure, before flicking it with full **** against the angry band of raw flesh. For the first time, Minseo flinches, but you show her the same consideration you did her rival and let it pass without censure. Soon, Minseo manages to thank you for the flogging and ask whether she can show her gratitude in any tangible way, at which point Natalie adds her own similar sentiments, since her own caning is also concluded by this final stroke.

The girls have survived, but they must both be aware that the rest of term will require teamwork of a most uncomfortable kind if they are to endure a weekly repeat of this ordeal. In the meantime, a quick glance at your watch tells you that you have just long enough to make one or both of the still-sobbing girls pleasure you before the next tutorial is due to start.