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It was nearly the end of term and Jill Clark walked back to her study. Outside were three girls looking nervously at their shoes as they faced the wall.
She opened her study door, a heavy oak door with a wooden plaque saying ‘Headmistress’.
“Edwards, come in” she said holding the door ajar.
The first girl was almost startled by this command. She had been waiting for ten minutes there.
Bethan Edwards went in to the study and closed the door. She stood in front of the desk.
Miss Clark looked at her in her gymslip.
“Rudeness to prefects does not pay does it?”
“No. No, miss.”
Jill went to her cupboard and selected a swishy cane. She placed it on the desk with a rattle.
“Bend over.”
Bethan bent over and touched her toes. Jill Clark lifted her gymslip, tucked it out of the way and picked up the cane.
In the corridor the other girls listened as the sound of six strokes of the cane were applied to Hannah’s bottom.
An hour later Jill arrived at her house in a quiet lane nearby. There was a Morris Minor outside and a girl looking under the bonnet. She looked up at Jill and smiled.
“Oh, hello. Some silly problem?”
Jill looked at the young woman. She was very attractive, blond collar length hair and a nice figure in a pretty summer frock.
She was distracted momentarily by her beauty.
“Oh, well, don’t know about engines but old Bill down the lane does. I’ll fetch him. Do come inside.”
Inside the kitchen Jill put her bag on a chair.
“Oh, it’s Jill Clark by the way” as she held her hand out.
“I’m Hannah Hopton” replied the pretty girl taking her hand.
For a moment there was magical frisson between them.
Jill excused herself so she could fetch Bill. Hannah remained in the kitchen and saw a black book in Jill’s bag. She peered in. The label on the front said ‘punishment book’. She took it out and opened it.
“Gosh” she exclaimed. There were five entries for earlier in the week. She glanced at the columns showing name, form, offence, punishment. That day’s entries had not yet been made which was why Jill had brought it home. Hannah put it back in the bag as she had found it. She pondered how she had never been caned whereas some of her friends certainly had received corporal punishment and, when she had seen the results, she had been amazed by what she had seen.
A few minutes later Bill came back with Jill.
“Well my dear, soon have it fixed I’ll be sure” he said in his cheery rural voice.
“Oh thanks” replied Hannah.
Bill went outside to fix the car.
“So where were you heading, Hannah?”
“Oh, just a long weekend off so was heading for the coast. Thought I’d find a B&B or cheap room in a pub.”
Jill was delighted by the presence of this pretty woman who was about 25 she thought. Jill was 40.
“Well you can have some supper and stay here is you like.”
Hannah smiled.
“If that is not too much of a problem. It is very kind but I don’t want to put you to any more trouble.”
“No, no, I can make up the spare room. Here, take a look.”
As they left the kitchen old Bill called from the garden to say he’d fixed the problem. Both women acknowledged his help.
Jill took her to the stairs and beckoned her to go up. She followed the woman and could see the line of her knickers through her summer dress when the light was right. In the bedroom Hannah had a look and said it would be ideal.
They had supper and chatted about Hannah’s unplanned weekend away.
“You know, I’m glad it is Saturday tomorrow so I can relax and enjoy this weather. May even be able to go for a swim. There is a swimming hole on the river nearby, very secluded.”
“Gosh, yes it is wonderful and ideal for a swim” said Hannah cheerily but realising she had not brought her swimsuit.
Later Jill locked up and went up to bed. Hannah’s bedroom door was ajar and the attractive young woman had her back to it. She was in bra and pants illuminated by a table lamp. Without realising Jill was watching she removed her bra and slipped her pants down. Her bottom was lovely with a deep cleavage. When she bent down to pick up her pants her intimate area was visible. Hannah slipped on a short nightie as Jill moved silently to her own bedroom. Hannah sat in bed for a while reading a novel and Jill sat in her bed reading the latest entries in the punishment book.
The next morning Jill woke and slipped off her pyjamas. She walked naked to the bathroom just as Hannah was about to leave her bedroom. She paused in the nick of time and watched as the nude older woman strode along the landing. Her legs were athletic and her buttocks firm but Hannah blushed and quickly rerated to the bedroom in silence. At breakfast they chatted but Hannah felt guilty about seeing Jill naked from her bedroom doorway.
“We could swim down by the river later, Hannah.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring my swimsuit” said Hannah.
Jill leaned towards her. Don’t worry” she said in hushed tones “we could swim naked!”
Hannah blushed. She had never felt particularly comfortable nude with others…but this woman was different.
Jill could see Hannah was lost for words. “We’ll go to the village shop and take a picnic!” Jill said.
“Um…ok” replied Hannah.
The postman then dropped some letters through the letter box and Jill sat at the table and opened them. Hannah glanced through that morning’s paper which had been delivered earlier. Jill then took her bag and removed the black book.
Hannah almost froze.
“Just need to get this up-to-date” said Jill cheerily as she found a pen.
“Had to cane several girls yesterday so need to enter the details….Ah, yes, Bethan Edwards, her third caning this term!”
Hannah almost writhed in her seat.
“Gosh, she must be very naughty!”
Jill paused and pictured Bethan bending over and her regulation knickers taught across her plump bottom.
“Well she is a tomboy and takes the cane as well as any boy but you’d think one six of the best would deter most girls. You were caned I presume, Hannah?”
Hannah almost went as red as a beetroot.
“Oh, no, no I was never caned…they did use it…my friend Lucy was caned…but”
Jill lapped up the young woman’s reaction. Such a shame the cane had not marked those gorgeous buttocks.
They went to the village shop to buy a few items for the picnic. Nothing more had been said about nude swimming and Hannah assumed she would sit on the grass as Jill swam. Already the sun was hot and would be hotter by lunchtime. At the cottage Jill packed a couple of large towels and her swimsuit. They took the picnic and walked to the secluded spot where there was a deep swimming hole. They sat on the grass and chatted for a while and then Jill made her move. She took her swimsuit out of the bag and stood up.
“Shall we swim?”
Hannah was in a quandary.
“Oh, you haven’t got a swimsuit! Tell you what, I’ll leave mine off and we can both swim nude, no one will see us.”
She held her hand out for Hannah to take it and stand up.
Hannah was spellbound by this woman and she stood.
Jill tossed her swimsuit by the bags and unbuttoned her blouse. Soon she was in bra and pants. Hannah slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her skirt down. She was about to say she could swim in bra and pants but Jill had now removed her bra and slipped her pants down. She stood there with firm breasts and a thicket of black pubic hair.
Hannah stood still.
“Come on, Hannah” said Jill moving behind her and unfastening her bra. Hannah’s breasts were revealed in the glorious sunshine. Her nipples were quite obvious and her breasts were simply lovely.
Almost in a reverie Hannah slipped her pants down. Jill watched as her beautiful bottom appeared. As she bent to put them in her bag a cluster of pubic curls protruded between her cheeks; she was a hairy girl down there.
Jill took Hannah’s hand and led her to the pool. Jill jumped in and a few seconds later came to the surface. She looked up at Hannah and saw her large but neatly trimmed pubic triangle and her breasts. Hannah jumped in to the cool pool. Excitedly they swam around the pool and dived deep to the bottom. Jill watched the nude figure of Hannah as she swam below the surface, the sunlight highlighting her curves and cleavage. Hannah then duck dived in front of Jill and as she dived her pussy and anus were in full sight.
After a long swim it was time for the picnic. Hannah went to the edge of the pool and put on leg up on the edge. Her pussy and all its pubic hair was in full view as she climbed out. Jill followed and Hannah watched as the final torrent of water coursed down her naked body though the older woman’s bush.
They dried briefly then sat on the towels.
“We’ll be fine nude, Hannah” assured Jill as she unpacked the picnic.
They sat in the sun having lunch then both lay stretched out on their towels. Hannah was face up and Jill admired her breasts and pubic bush. Then Hannah rolled onto her front. Jill studied her bottom. It was smooth and had soft downy hairs. Between her cheeks pubic curl could be seen. Yet that bottom had never felt the cane. Maybe Jill could change that!
After another swim they climbed out again and dried. Hannah was bending right over drying her toes. The perfect position for a taste of corporal punishment though Jill. As they packed their bags they noticed dark clouds moving across. The heat had been intense and a summer thunder storm was imminent. They hurried home but a short distance from the cottage a downpour commenced and both women were soaked in seconds. Their clothes clung to their bodies.
Inside the cottage they put their bags on the kitchen table.
“Clothes off!” said Jill as she undressed.
In no time both women were stark naked. Out came the towels to dry again. Hannah laughed as they dried their naked forms.
They went upstairs. Jill followed Hannah and studied her bottom as they went. On the landing Jill took Hannah’s hand.
“I think I will stay naked, why don’t you do the same?”
There was a special feeling between them. Jill kissed Hannah. They kissed for a prolonged period and Jill’s hands moved down Hannah’s body. Hannah was hugely aroused. She kissed Jill’s breast and her hands held her bottom.
Jill led Hannah to her bedroom.
She closed the door and they held hands. Hannah smiled a little nervously.
“You now, at boarding school two of my friends were caught like this. They, um, they were found by matron” said Hannah.
Jill’s eyes were wide open.
“And did Matron send them to the headmistress?”
Hannah blushed.
“That would have been expulsion I expect. Matron said she would not report them if they accepted her punishment.”
“What was that?” asked Jill trying not to be too interested.
“Well Matron said that even though both were over 18 they should be caned!”
“Gosh!” gasped Jill feigning surprise.
“Matron took them both to her room naked and made them bend over for the cane. She gave them six of the best! In the dorm showers that evening I saw both of them and they had well marked bottoms you know.”
They hugged and kissed.
Jill whispered. “Then, Hannah, maybe we deserve to be caned.”
She lowered her head and kissed the younger woman’s breasts. Hannah just gasped and groaned.
Jill then kissed her stomach and nuzzled her thick pubic bush. Hannah was aroused.
Jill stood and they faced each other.
“I have a cane here, a spare as I give extra lesson to older teenagers cramming to go to college. It comes in handy if a boy or girl needs some extra motivation.”
“Gosh, does it get used much?” said Hannah almost unable to hide her curiosity.
“Oh, yes. Their parents are paying well for extra lessons so are keen to see the cane used if any slacking occurs.”
Not only did Jill have the school punishment book but she had her own for home – it was well filled.
Jill went to her wardrobe and opened the door. Hannah could see several crook handle canes hanging on the rail. Jill selected a particular favourite that she felt would be ideal for Hannah.
She faced Hannah and flexed the cane. Hannah was like a rabbit in headlights.
Jill went to the bed and placed a soft pillow over the end of the brass bedstead. She tapped the cane on the pillow.
Hannah got the message and faced the pillow.
“I’ve never, I mean I’ve not, well, I haven’t been caned, Jill” she mumbled.
“There is a first time for every girl” she replied softly. “Now bend over.”
Hannah was in awe of his older woman and bent over the pillow and steadied herself. Jill admired the view of her slim bare legs and her buttocks which were ideally presented. Her pubic hair between her legs contrasted with her pale skin.
Jill placed the cane across her bottom.
“Six of the best, Hannah.”
The cane was drawn back. It flexed as it descended and sprung off the woman’s cheeks.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Jill noticed Hannah was taking her caning well.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
SWISH-CRACK!
Jill was a firm believer in corporal punishment and a firm believer in making the last stroke of the cane a beauty. This was no time to make an exception.
Hannah had pressed her face deep into the soft bedspread as the cane did its job. Any gasps and cries were muffled. She stood and clutched her buttocks and hopped round the room.
“Wow! Wow! Wow! Jill, that stings. My bottom!”
Hannah then saw a full length mirror on the wardrobe door and went over to inspect her cheeks. The cane had marked her well.
“Now your turn” said Jill offering Hannah the cane.
She had to wait while Hannah soothed her stinging welted bottom. Hannah took the cane and Jill faced the pillow.
“Six of the very best, Hannah!” she said as she bent over.
Hannah watched as Jill settled. Her legs were apart and her pussy looked gorgeous. Hannah’s hand touched Jill’s bare bottom. It was smooth. Her hand roved across those cheeks before she stood to the side.
Hannah flexed the cane to get a feel for it. She swished it through the air several times. She touched it on Jill’s cheeks.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Hannah knew that the final cane stroke was supposed to be the most memorable. Her brother had been caned several times and had told her that.
SWISH-CRACK!
She watched as a red weal appeared and Jill’s hands reached round to her smarting cheeks. Jill stood.
“My word, Hannah; that was as good as I ever got when I was younger!”
She checked her bottom in the mirror and felt Hannah had done a good job.
She took the cane from Hannah then took her hand and led her to the bed.
As the thunder storm moved away Hannah was lying naked on the bed. Jill had her knees either side of Hannah’s head as the younger woman’s tongue probed her intimate area. Jill nibbled Hannah’s pubic bush and explored her labia.
Several minutes later a distant rumble of thunder was matched by the sound of simultaneous orgasms from the bedroom.
The next evening Jill was alone in her cottage. She open her own punishment book and began to write.
‘10th June 1963. Hannah Holton, six strokes of the cane…”
She opened her study door, a heavy oak door with a wooden plaque saying ‘Headmistress’.
“Edwards, come in” she said holding the door ajar.
The first girl was almost startled by this command. She had been waiting for ten minutes there.
Bethan Edwards went in to the study and closed the door. She stood in front of the desk.
Miss Clark looked at her in her gymslip.
“Rudeness to prefects does not pay does it?”
“No. No, miss.”
Jill went to her cupboard and selected a swishy cane. She placed it on the desk with a rattle.
“Bend over.”
Bethan bent over and touched her toes. Jill Clark lifted her gymslip, tucked it out of the way and picked up the cane.
In the corridor the other girls listened as the sound of six strokes of the cane were applied to Hannah’s bottom.
An hour later Jill arrived at her house in a quiet lane nearby. There was a Morris Minor outside and a girl looking under the bonnet. She looked up at Jill and smiled.
“Oh, hello. Some silly problem?”
Jill looked at the young woman. She was very attractive, blond collar length hair and a nice figure in a pretty summer frock.
She was distracted momentarily by her beauty.
“Oh, well, don’t know about engines but old Bill down the lane does. I’ll fetch him. Do come inside.”
Inside the kitchen Jill put her bag on a chair.
“Oh, it’s Jill Clark by the way” as she held her hand out.
“I’m Hannah Hopton” replied the pretty girl taking her hand.
For a moment there was magical frisson between them.
Jill excused herself so she could fetch Bill. Hannah remained in the kitchen and saw a black book in Jill’s bag. She peered in. The label on the front said ‘punishment book’. She took it out and opened it.
“Gosh” she exclaimed. There were five entries for earlier in the week. She glanced at the columns showing name, form, offence, punishment. That day’s entries had not yet been made which was why Jill had brought it home. Hannah put it back in the bag as she had found it. She pondered how she had never been caned whereas some of her friends certainly had received corporal punishment and, when she had seen the results, she had been amazed by what she had seen.
A few minutes later Bill came back with Jill.
“Well my dear, soon have it fixed I’ll be sure” he said in his cheery rural voice.
“Oh thanks” replied Hannah.
Bill went outside to fix the car.
“So where were you heading, Hannah?”
“Oh, just a long weekend off so was heading for the coast. Thought I’d find a B&B or cheap room in a pub.”
Jill was delighted by the presence of this pretty woman who was about 25 she thought. Jill was 40.
“Well you can have some supper and stay here is you like.”
Hannah smiled.
“If that is not too much of a problem. It is very kind but I don’t want to put you to any more trouble.”
“No, no, I can make up the spare room. Here, take a look.”
As they left the kitchen old Bill called from the garden to say he’d fixed the problem. Both women acknowledged his help.
Jill took her to the stairs and beckoned her to go up. She followed the woman and could see the line of her knickers through her summer dress when the light was right. In the bedroom Hannah had a look and said it would be ideal.
They had supper and chatted about Hannah’s unplanned weekend away.
“You know, I’m glad it is Saturday tomorrow so I can relax and enjoy this weather. May even be able to go for a swim. There is a swimming hole on the river nearby, very secluded.”
“Gosh, yes it is wonderful and ideal for a swim” said Hannah cheerily but realising she had not brought her swimsuit.
Later Jill locked up and went up to bed. Hannah’s bedroom door was ajar and the attractive young woman had her back to it. She was in bra and pants illuminated by a table lamp. Without realising Jill was watching she removed her bra and slipped her pants down. Her bottom was lovely with a deep cleavage. When she bent down to pick up her pants her intimate area was visible. Hannah slipped on a short nightie as Jill moved silently to her own bedroom. Hannah sat in bed for a while reading a novel and Jill sat in her bed reading the latest entries in the punishment book.
The next morning Jill woke and slipped off her pyjamas. She walked naked to the bathroom just as Hannah was about to leave her bedroom. She paused in the nick of time and watched as the nude older woman strode along the landing. Her legs were athletic and her buttocks firm but Hannah blushed and quickly rerated to the bedroom in silence. At breakfast they chatted but Hannah felt guilty about seeing Jill naked from her bedroom doorway.
“We could swim down by the river later, Hannah.”
“Oh, I didn’t bring my swimsuit” said Hannah.
Jill leaned towards her. Don’t worry” she said in hushed tones “we could swim naked!”
Hannah blushed. She had never felt particularly comfortable nude with others…but this woman was different.
Jill could see Hannah was lost for words. “We’ll go to the village shop and take a picnic!” Jill said.
“Um…ok” replied Hannah.
The postman then dropped some letters through the letter box and Jill sat at the table and opened them. Hannah glanced through that morning’s paper which had been delivered earlier. Jill then took her bag and removed the black book.
Hannah almost froze.
“Just need to get this up-to-date” said Jill cheerily as she found a pen.
“Had to cane several girls yesterday so need to enter the details….Ah, yes, Bethan Edwards, her third caning this term!”
Hannah almost writhed in her seat.
“Gosh, she must be very naughty!”
Jill paused and pictured Bethan bending over and her regulation knickers taught across her plump bottom.
“Well she is a tomboy and takes the cane as well as any boy but you’d think one six of the best would deter most girls. You were caned I presume, Hannah?”
Hannah almost went as red as a beetroot.
“Oh, no, no I was never caned…they did use it…my friend Lucy was caned…but”
Jill lapped up the young woman’s reaction. Such a shame the cane had not marked those gorgeous buttocks.
They went to the village shop to buy a few items for the picnic. Nothing more had been said about nude swimming and Hannah assumed she would sit on the grass as Jill swam. Already the sun was hot and would be hotter by lunchtime. At the cottage Jill packed a couple of large towels and her swimsuit. They took the picnic and walked to the secluded spot where there was a deep swimming hole. They sat on the grass and chatted for a while and then Jill made her move. She took her swimsuit out of the bag and stood up.
“Shall we swim?”
Hannah was in a quandary.
“Oh, you haven’t got a swimsuit! Tell you what, I’ll leave mine off and we can both swim nude, no one will see us.”
She held her hand out for Hannah to take it and stand up.
Hannah was spellbound by this woman and she stood.
Jill tossed her swimsuit by the bags and unbuttoned her blouse. Soon she was in bra and pants. Hannah slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her skirt down. She was about to say she could swim in bra and pants but Jill had now removed her bra and slipped her pants down. She stood there with firm breasts and a thicket of black pubic hair.
Hannah stood still.
“Come on, Hannah” said Jill moving behind her and unfastening her bra. Hannah’s breasts were revealed in the glorious sunshine. Her nipples were quite obvious and her breasts were simply lovely.
Almost in a reverie Hannah slipped her pants down. Jill watched as her beautiful bottom appeared. As she bent to put them in her bag a cluster of pubic curls protruded between her cheeks; she was a hairy girl down there.
Jill took Hannah’s hand and led her to the pool. Jill jumped in and a few seconds later came to the surface. She looked up at Hannah and saw her large but neatly trimmed pubic triangle and her breasts. Hannah jumped in to the cool pool. Excitedly they swam around the pool and dived deep to the bottom. Jill watched the nude figure of Hannah as she swam below the surface, the sunlight highlighting her curves and cleavage. Hannah then duck dived in front of Jill and as she dived her pussy and anus were in full sight.
After a long swim it was time for the picnic. Hannah went to the edge of the pool and put on leg up on the edge. Her pussy and all its pubic hair was in full view as she climbed out. Jill followed and Hannah watched as the final torrent of water coursed down her naked body though the older woman’s bush.
They dried briefly then sat on the towels.
“We’ll be fine nude, Hannah” assured Jill as she unpacked the picnic.
They sat in the sun having lunch then both lay stretched out on their towels. Hannah was face up and Jill admired her breasts and pubic bush. Then Hannah rolled onto her front. Jill studied her bottom. It was smooth and had soft downy hairs. Between her cheeks pubic curl could be seen. Yet that bottom had never felt the cane. Maybe Jill could change that!
After another swim they climbed out again and dried. Hannah was bending right over drying her toes. The perfect position for a taste of corporal punishment though Jill. As they packed their bags they noticed dark clouds moving across. The heat had been intense and a summer thunder storm was imminent. They hurried home but a short distance from the cottage a downpour commenced and both women were soaked in seconds. Their clothes clung to their bodies.
Inside the cottage they put their bags on the kitchen table.
“Clothes off!” said Jill as she undressed.
In no time both women were stark naked. Out came the towels to dry again. Hannah laughed as they dried their naked forms.
They went upstairs. Jill followed Hannah and studied her bottom as they went. On the landing Jill took Hannah’s hand.
“I think I will stay naked, why don’t you do the same?”
There was a special feeling between them. Jill kissed Hannah. They kissed for a prolonged period and Jill’s hands moved down Hannah’s body. Hannah was hugely aroused. She kissed Jill’s breast and her hands held her bottom.
Jill led Hannah to her bedroom.
She closed the door and they held hands. Hannah smiled a little nervously.
“You now, at boarding school two of my friends were caught like this. They, um, they were found by matron” said Hannah.
Jill’s eyes were wide open.
“And did Matron send them to the headmistress?”
Hannah blushed.
“That would have been expulsion I expect. Matron said she would not report them if they accepted her punishment.”
“What was that?” asked Jill trying not to be too interested.
“Well Matron said that even though both were over 18 they should be caned!”
“Gosh!” gasped Jill feigning surprise.
“Matron took them both to her room naked and made them bend over for the cane. She gave them six of the best! In the dorm showers that evening I saw both of them and they had well marked bottoms you know.”
They hugged and kissed.
Jill whispered. “Then, Hannah, maybe we deserve to be caned.”
She lowered her head and kissed the younger woman’s breasts. Hannah just gasped and groaned.
Jill then kissed her stomach and nuzzled her thick pubic bush. Hannah was aroused.
Jill stood and they faced each other.
“I have a cane here, a spare as I give extra lesson to older teenagers cramming to go to college. It comes in handy if a boy or girl needs some extra motivation.”
“Gosh, does it get used much?” said Hannah almost unable to hide her curiosity.
“Oh, yes. Their parents are paying well for extra lessons so are keen to see the cane used if any slacking occurs.”
Not only did Jill have the school punishment book but she had her own for home – it was well filled.
Jill went to her wardrobe and opened the door. Hannah could see several crook handle canes hanging on the rail. Jill selected a particular favourite that she felt would be ideal for Hannah.
She faced Hannah and flexed the cane. Hannah was like a rabbit in headlights.
Jill went to the bed and placed a soft pillow over the end of the brass bedstead. She tapped the cane on the pillow.
Hannah got the message and faced the pillow.
“I’ve never, I mean I’ve not, well, I haven’t been caned, Jill” she mumbled.
“There is a first time for every girl” she replied softly. “Now bend over.”
Hannah was in awe of his older woman and bent over the pillow and steadied herself. Jill admired the view of her slim bare legs and her buttocks which were ideally presented. Her pubic hair between her legs contrasted with her pale skin.
Jill placed the cane across her bottom.
“Six of the best, Hannah.”
The cane was drawn back. It flexed as it descended and sprung off the woman’s cheeks.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Jill noticed Hannah was taking her caning well.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
SWISH-CRACK!
Jill was a firm believer in corporal punishment and a firm believer in making the last stroke of the cane a beauty. This was no time to make an exception.
Hannah had pressed her face deep into the soft bedspread as the cane did its job. Any gasps and cries were muffled. She stood and clutched her buttocks and hopped round the room.
“Wow! Wow! Wow! Jill, that stings. My bottom!”
Hannah then saw a full length mirror on the wardrobe door and went over to inspect her cheeks. The cane had marked her well.
“Now your turn” said Jill offering Hannah the cane.
She had to wait while Hannah soothed her stinging welted bottom. Hannah took the cane and Jill faced the pillow.
“Six of the very best, Hannah!” she said as she bent over.
Hannah watched as Jill settled. Her legs were apart and her pussy looked gorgeous. Hannah’s hand touched Jill’s bare bottom. It was smooth. Her hand roved across those cheeks before she stood to the side.
Hannah flexed the cane to get a feel for it. She swished it through the air several times. She touched it on Jill’s cheeks.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Hannah knew that the final cane stroke was supposed to be the most memorable. Her brother had been caned several times and had told her that.
SWISH-CRACK!
She watched as a red weal appeared and Jill’s hands reached round to her smarting cheeks. Jill stood.
“My word, Hannah; that was as good as I ever got when I was younger!”
She checked her bottom in the mirror and felt Hannah had done a good job.
She took the cane from Hannah then took her hand and led her to the bed.
As the thunder storm moved away Hannah was lying naked on the bed. Jill had her knees either side of Hannah’s head as the younger woman’s tongue probed her intimate area. Jill nibbled Hannah’s pubic bush and explored her labia.
Several minutes later a distant rumble of thunder was matched by the sound of simultaneous orgasms from the bedroom.
The next evening Jill was alone in her cottage. She open her own punishment book and began to write.
‘10th June 1963. Hannah Holton, six strokes of the cane…”
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