You and Maryam both achieve fulfilment

Johanna's labia are swollen and almost black with bruising, her exposed clitoris and perineum angrily welted and the inner slopes of her bum cheeks ridged and raw, but still the strict woman disciplining her relentlessly applies the short cane with vigour and precision, intent upon causing the most exquisite pain she can. Your student's remarkable self control finally fails as a swingeing stroke lands perfectly along her quivering quim, the rod bending to inflict a blazing stripe from clit to arsehole. For the first time you hear a scream, muffled rather by Maryam's buttocks, but definitely real.

"Fourteen mo-ooohhh-aaahh-AAAHHHH!"

The sight of two beautiful women writhing upon the bench, one in ecstasy and the other in agony, is enough to drive you over the edge, emptying your balls into the waiting throat of your slim waitress. Amy sucks desperately, eager to finish her duties to your satisfaction, while Maryam grinds her gushing sex back and forth across her date's sobbing face, purring in the delirium of delight, leaning forwards to stare at her excruciating handiwork on Johanna's tormented pudenda from mere inches away, running her slender fingers over the burning flesh.

Julia allows the teenager kneeling at your feet to withdraw and sends her on her way with a slap to the rump. You can see from the flush in her cheeks and the nipples straining against the fabric of her top that the sexy Tutor for Women has also found the exhibition stimulating.

"Marvellous, Maryam!" For a moment, you think your dinner companion is going to break into a spontaneous round of applause, but she controls herself and continues in a less effusive manner, while you straighten your clothes. "I do believe you've completely broken her! I would never have thought the female crotch could endure such thorough castigation without lasting damage. I'm sure the psychological effects of being thrashed so harshly upon such an intimate area will be highly beneficial."

Johanna certainly looks broken, weeping uncontrollably, shoulders heaving whilst her lover enjoys the afterglow of her anally-instigated climax, but when the Arabic woman finally steps off the bench onto slightly shaky legs, she tenderly helps the severely corrected youngster to a sitting position and gives her a hug, the pain from the earlier paddling now insignificant beside the new agony erupting between her thighs.

"Thank-you, Ma-huh." The teenager is crying so hard, you can't tell whether she's calling her girlfriend "Maryam," "Ma'am" or even "Milady," but there's no mistaking what follows. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry…"

"All is forgiven, my dear," comes the reply, "you did really well. I'm so proud of you." She places a gentle kiss upon her sweetheart's lips, stroking her hair lovingly, while the teenager responds immediately, kissing back passionately, even as the tears continue to fall.

"Thank-you," the petite student repeats when the kiss is broken, "I promise never to hide anything from you again, no matter what."

Maryam clicks her fingers and points at the floor and Johanna drops to her hands and knees without hesitation, retrieving her wand and placing it in her mouth, then waiting patiently whilst her mistress hands Julia's cane to you and puts her underwear and skirt back on.

"Julia, I expect you have already worked out that orgasms through anal stimulation are extremely intense and pleasurable. They also feel as though they are coursing through the whole body like a tidal wave, rather than localized to one spot. All in all, I highly recommend them if you ever get the chance and now that I know she can do it, I will be having Jo give me many, many more. After all, she won't be experiencing orgasms of her own for the foreseeable future, so she'll just have to make do with mine. Come along!" So saying, the thirty year old academic grabs the braid of her nineteen year old date and leads her out of the room.

You and own your date exchange a smile as the chastened fresher crawls away, every movement reaffirming the agony wracking her graceful form. There's no need for words, you both know you appreciate having witnessed something special here today. Your coffees are almost ready to drink and you're about to pass Julia hers, when you realize you're still holding her cane, hot from the repeated recent impacts to delicate flesh.