CHAPTER 6
“If you dare to rub your bottom without permission I shall start again Lady” Her hands flew back to her ankles! Another six and I could hear her sniffling. I asked her quietly if she wanted to stop. “Don’t you dare” she said between sniffs with tears running down her cheeks. ” you promised me a good bare bottom thrashing and that’s what I want!” “OK!” I said, reaching down for the tawse and stroking her knickered backside with it. Her buttocks twitched as I ran the smooth pliant leather tails over them. I took careful aim and cracked it down with reasonable force. “Oh God!” she gasped and then “Ker—ist!” and then a formless yelp as the first three landed in almost the same place across the centre of her bum . I continued with the full twenty as promised after which she was sobbing out loud but when I rubbed her botty through her nix she thrust it into my palms almost greedily and furthermore, when I carried out the promised actions and hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled her panties to her knees and looked at her bruised, scorched and swollen bottom and told her to spread her legs I couldn’t help but notice how her cunt gaped wide open and see the stickily glistening drops on her fanny hair and deeply soaked frothy pink blancmange look of her cunt and clit. This was a woman sexually aroused to a point of past caring and the caning she was about to get was going to cream her to orgasm without any help from my cock . But nevertheless, I was determined that, that was where my cock was going when this was over! I picked up my cane and grabbed her wrist. “Come with me…….. we’ll finish this downstairs” I said and led her there. I made her stand in front of the sofa and bend over with her hands on the seat and having switched her skirt over her back and pulled her knickers off completely, started on the last part of her thrashing. Twenty four strokes I had promised and twenty four strokes she got. They ranged from the top of her backside down to the backs of her thighs just above the knees. They were aimed carefully and were all hard. None of the junior school about this. This was a full bloodied upper sixth form thrashing and of Victorian standards when school thrashings were real thrashings. The strokes raised welts and well before it had gone through the half way stage Sandra was shouting out at each stroke, but she still stuck her arse out firmly to receive each one. Her juices were streaming down her thighs and at one point I saw her fingers frantically rubbing her cunt but I told her I would cane her hands afterwards if she didn’t stop. The final six