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It was the end of another school day, 11th June 1968 to be precise, as Steven Coburn headed toward the main door of the school on his way home, accompanied by his classmate and best friend, Martin 'Wilks' Wilkins.

“COBURN.... Come back ’ere and get in my study before you even think of going anywhere,” bellowed the rich Yorkshire tones of Mr. Fishwick the large and imposing headmaster, just as Steven was about to exit the building.

Stopping in his tracks Steven turned around and looked towards the headmaster. “I want you in my study NOW COBURN,” yelled Mr Fishwick pointing toward the open study door, “So get yourself moving lad,” he added.

Handing his school bag to Wilks, Steven did as instructed and hurried back across the entrance hall and through the open doorway.

Following him into the study, Mr. Fishwick closed the door firmly behind him. “Stand in front of my desk Coburn, I think you 'ave some explaining to do lad,” barked the Headmaster.

Striding purposefully around his desk Mr Fishwick thumped his huge frame down in his chair as Steven positioned himself as instructed. The gnarled old Headmaster sat up straight and placed his hands on the wooden surface of his desk as he began his attempt to enlighten Steven as to why he was there.

“I was approached this lunchtime by one of your fellow pupils, none other than young Richard Morley, who informed me that during your PE class this morning you ’ad the audacity to kick him with full force in the be’ind for no apparent reason. What do you ’ave to say about this matter, Coburn?”

Steven took a deep breath and slowly shook his head, “That’s really not what happened Sir,” replied Steven indignantly.

The headmaster sat bolt upright and leaned forward, “Then you'd better enlighten me lad,” he responded with an air of sarcasm in his tone.

“Well,” began Steven. “We were doing circuit training and Morley was going really slow so I nudged him with my foot ’cause he got in my way, that’s all. Ask Mr. Robinson if you don’t believe me, he was there.”

An angry expression spread across the headmaster’s leathery, furrowed face, as his bushy eyebrows became slanted and almost met in the middle, “I don’t need to be advised as to whom I should or should not speak to by the likes of you lad, and for your information I’ve already spoken to Mr. Robinson who confirms that you did use your foot to forcefully make contact with Morley’s be’ind.”

“I’m sorry Sir, but they’re wrong,” pleaded Steven. “Well, yes, I did nudge Morley with my foot, but I never kicked him, not in the way he says,” continued Steven. “Tina Trubshaw was checking my time with a stopwatch and I didn’t want to be held up by Morley who was messing about and trying to slow me down. Tina knows what really happened, ask her if................”

Steven stopped in his tracks and swallowed hard, realising that a further attempt to advise the headmaster as to who to speak to was perhaps, a step too far.

The expression on Fishwick’s face suggested that he was even angrier than before as his bushy eyebrows formed an even steeper slant and the furrows on his brow became even more pronounced and seemed to extend right to the top of his follically challenged head.

Mr. Fishwick had been headmaster at Tannery Lane School for more than twelve years and had encountered Steven’s two older brothers, Francis and Andrew. Both had been unruly pupils, and had regularly incurred the wrath of the headmaster. “Trouble with you Coburns is that you ‘ave no idea ‘ow to be’ave, always trouble 'round the corner with you lot.”

Steven was certainly no angel, but resented the comparison with his brothers, he was completely different to them in just about every way and despite his family’s reputation, was a bright and diligent pupil who had chosen to stay on at school to do his A Levels.

The headmaster stood up and walked across the study, opening the door of the adjoining stock room. Steven watched closely, he had seen in the stock room before and was aware that as well as being full of exercise books and other school essentials, a collection of punishment implements were hung along the side wall.

After a few moments of pondering Mr. Fishwick returned, clutching a wicked looking, crook handle senior cane in his hand. Steven’s eyes widened as the headmaster swished the cane through the air a few times as if convincing himself that he had selected the best implement for the task.

“Well Coburn, it seems that deep down you’re no different to those ruddy brothers of yours. “Steven hung his head and drew his lips together, not in acceptance of Mr Fishwick’s claims, but more in frustration that it seemed that unless he was greatly mistaken, he was about to be caned for something he hadn’t actually done.

“Only thing your brothers understood was a sound canin’ across their backsides and that’s what I’m going to give you,” growled the headmaster.

Steven’s jaw dropped, “Oh but please Mr. Fishwick,” he pleaded. “I really didn’t kick Morley and in any case I’m eighteen now and I don’t think it’s right getting caned at my age, I’m plenty old enough to have left school by now and in five week's time, well, I will have left for good.”

Mr. Fishwick chose to ignore Steven’s attempt for clemency and instead gave the cane another couple of swishes through the air before growling, “Right Coburn, trousers and pants down and bend over the desk, it’s twelve strokes on the bare be’ind for you lad, now let’s get on with it.”

Steven fidgeted uncomfortably for a while before attempting a response, “But Sir, this is really embarrassing, please don’t cane me, and well, if you really do have to, please don’t make me take my trousers and pants down.”

Mr Fishwick simply stood and glared at Steven, clasping the cane at both ends and flexing it between his shovel like hands. “If you’re not over that desk with your bare be’ind on display within thirty seconds lad, the number of strokes will be eighteen,” snarled the headmaster.

With no real choice, Steven undid his belt and lowered his trousers and underpants before leaning forward over the desk presenting his bare bottom as the headmaster had requested.

Steven was a handsome, fair haired young man, just shy of six feet with an athletic physique, and amongst many of the girls in the school he was considered something of a 'heart-throb'.

The physical pain of the caning he was about to receive was bad enough to contemplate, but that in itself seemed almost insignificant in comparison to the embarrassment he would endure as his bare bottom caning was announced in customary fashion to the entire school during assembly the following morning.

Mr. Fishwick offered the cane to the centre of Steven’s firm, young buttocks and tapped it menacingly against them before raising it high above his shoulder and unleashing a stroke that nearly lifted Steven off his feet.
Steven gritted his teeth and clasped the far edge of the desk as tightly as he could. “AH, AH, AH,” he yelped.

Barely had the bite of the first stroke fully ignited within him and another stroke was unleashed, striking him a little lower on his buttocks, “OW, OW, AH, AH,” he cried as he once more struggled to keep in position, but with no time to fully process the agony, the Headmaster laid a further two strokes in quick succession and at seemingly full force, “Eeeeee-Ouch, OW, WOW, WOW,” cried Steven, wondering how he could possibly endure the agony of another eight strokes before his caning was over.

A few yards along from the study, Wilks was sat on one of the benches in the entrance hall waiting for his classmate and friend. Although muffled by the heavy, oak study door, the sounds that could be heard from within made it all too obvious to Wilks that that his best friend was suffering the very punishment that all pupils in the school lived in fear of.

As the cane once more descended upon Steven’s bottom, the force of the impact rang out like a pistol shot from the study. Wilks could do no more than flinch as he imagined the agony his friend must be enduring.

As the sound of another searing stroke escaped from the study, a boy named Nicholas Tomlinson passed through the entrance hall, heading toward the exit following an after school piano lesson.

“What are you still doing here Wilks?” asked Tomlinson.

“I’m waiting for Coburn, Fishface has got him in his study and is caning him,” replied Wilks.

“What’s he done?” enquired Tomlinson.

“Dunno,” responded Wilks with a shrug of the shoulders just as another fearsome stroke could be heard from the study, followed by another cry of anguish from Steven. A terrified look appeared on Tomlinson’s face and he quickly turned and hurried on his way.

With Steven bent over the Headmaster’s desk with his bare bottom so vulnerably presented, Mr. Fishwick, it seemed, was in his element, totally relishing the opportunity of having another member of the Coburn family at his mercy.

Two more strokes in quick succession had Steven near climbing over the desk and with barely enough time to regain his composure another stroke had him almost collapse across the desk as his entire bottom felt like it was about to burst into flames.

“Two more lad,” announced the Headmaster. “Brace yourself , because it hurts, doesn't it, so let's 'ope this will be a lesson to you.”

“Y..Yes, S..Sir, it really hurts,” responded Steven, struggling to get the words out as he gritted his teeth in anticipation of the final two strokes.

Once more Mr. Fishwick drew the cane back before unleashing the penultimate stroke of this unfair punishment. As the full bite of the cane exploded in his buttocks, Steven cried out and contorted wildly, wondering if his bottom would ever recover from the agony of this caning.

“Keep still, lad, growled the Headmaster as he addressed Steven's bottom for the one remaining stroke.

Determined that in line with tradition, the final stoke should be the hardest, the Headmaster drew the cane back as far as he could and drove it down with all his might on Steven's ravaged bottom an inch or so above the point where buttock and thigh merge.

“OW, AH, OW...WOW, OW....AH, AH, OH, AH,” yelled Steven as he felt as though a red-hot poker had been laid across him and the agony spread through his buttocks and down the back of his thighs.

Struggling to come to terms with the pain, Steven contorted wildly, hovering his hands over his wounded buttocks as a satisfied smirk appeared on Mr. Fishwick's leathery face.

“Right lad, you can rub yourself if you must and when you're done, pull up your trousers and get out of my sight,” announced the Headmaster gruffly.

Frantically, Steven began to rub his wounds in an attempt to at least reduce some of the pain from his throbbing bottom. The feel of the hardened swellings which traversed his once smooth buttocks, bearing testimony to the severity of the caning he had just received.

Walking stiffly from the study, Steven retrieved his school bag from Wilks and the two headed out of the building as quickly as they could.

“Wow, Steven,” said Wilks as they made their way out of the school gates. “What the hell was that all about, are you okay?”

“No, my bloody arse feels like its been roasted,” replied Steven. “That bastard, Richard, BLOODY Morley set me up 'cause I nudged him during PE this morning. Claimed I kicked him in the arse, the bloody liar.”

“Want me to duff him up for you?” asked Wilks.

Despite his agony, Steven managed a grin, “Thanks for the offer Wilks, but everyone knows you couldn't knock the skin off a rice pudding,” chuckled Steven. “No I'll wait until the last day of term and then have the little fucker after school, don't want to run the risk another bloody caning from Fishface.”

As the two lads continued their journey home, Wilks suggested calling into the pavilion for a while.

“Yeah, I think that would be a good idea,” replied Steven. “Don't really want to go home 'til my arse stops throbbing, but if any of the others are there don't you dare tell 'em anything about me getting the bloody cane.”

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Maggie Atherton stepped off the train and straight out of the railway station to begin the long walk home. Every day, on the short train journey home from school, she tried to guess which carriage would stop closest to the station exit and as the train approached the station would position herself nearest the door she expected would provide the shortest route.

For once she had got it exactly right, the train door she had chosen was almost perfectly aligned with the exit from the platform. It was just something she did to relieve herself from the boredom of being the only person from her school who travelled on that particular train.

During the winter months Maggie would usually catch the bus home from the station, but during the summer she preferred to walk, saving the bus fare and spending it on something to eat or drink and giving her the excuse of stopping off at the old cricket pavilion on her way.

The cricket pavilion had become an unofficial meeting place for some of the younger people in the small seaside town where Maggie lived. It hadn’t been used for cricket for more than twenty five years, as during the war, the cricket ground had been dug up and turned into allotments to enable fruit and vegetables to be grown to help the people of the town amidst the wartime food shortage.

A new cricket ground and pavilion had been built on the other side of town, with the original ground remaining as allotments and the old pavilion now in a state of disrepair.

Maggie went to an all girl private school and was in her final year with her ‘A’ levels just a few weeks away. She was an attractive, auburn haired young lady with pale blue eyes and a delightful, slender figure.

Arriving at the pavilion, Maggie was disappointed that there was no one else there. Being sent to a school in a different town made her feel alienated from some of the others of her age in the town as most of them went to Tannery Lane and knew each other through school.

With no one around, Maggie sucked on the raspberry flavoured ice-lolly she had bought with her bus money and waited to see if anyone else turned up. With the lolly all but gone, she was just about to leave when she saw Steven and Wilks heading across the allotments towards the pavilion.

Despite Steven's words, Wilks wasted little time in spilling the beans on what had happened almost immediately the two lads entered the pavilion. “Guess what Maggie?” said Wilks. “Steven’s just been caned, eighteen strokes on his bare arse from Fishface.”

“Shut up Wilks, I asked you not to tell anyone you cretin,” responded Steven, clearly annoyed.

Steven had always been patient with his friend, it wasn't that Wilks was stupid, in fact he was quite intelligent in a clumsy kind of way, but he had the knack of saying the first thing that came into his head, especially when he was talking to a girl that he really fancied, and Wilks had certainly never made a secret of how besotted he was with Maggie.

“So why are you two so late leaving school today? asked Maggie inquisitively. “I thought you only had after school clubs at the end of the week.”

Steven glared at Wilks before answering, “Oh, we were busy with our A Level revision and had to go through things with our teacher, Mr Taylor, he does a sort of tutorial thing on Tuesdays.”

“Oh bloodyhell,” piped up Wilks suddenly. “I'd forgotten it was Tuesday, got to go, me dad’s taking me out in the car for a driving lesson tonight.”

Steven looked across as Wilks picked up his bag and hurried towards the pavilion door, “Mind you don’t crash into a juggernaut or something,” he called out as Wilks closed the door behind him and went on his way.

With Wilks out of the way and alone with Steven, Maggie’s curiosity got the better of her, “So Steven, did you really get eighteen strokes of the cane on your bare bum?” she asked as a smile spread across her face.

“No of course not, that idiot Wilks just made it up, you know what he’s like.”

Maggie looked unconvinced, “So why did you ask him not to tell anyone?”

Steven screwed his face up, “I meant to tell him not to tell lies, that’s all,” replied Steven, coyly.

“Show me your bum and we’ll soon see who’s telling the truth,” said Maggie with a giggle.

Maggie, had fancied Steven for what seemed like forever and out of all the boys she knew she secretly considered him as having by far the sexiest bottom around. Steven had always been really good-looking and Maggie had never been able to conceal her interest in him, but her dad had given her strict instructions to have nothing to do with him.

“Keep away from those Coburn brothers,” her father had insisted, “They’re nothing but trouble.”

Despite her father’s words and without his knowledge, Maggie had often met up with Steven and others at the pavilion, she knew that Steven was different to his brothers, even if her father didn't. Steven though, had never shown any real interest in Maggie, in fact, he seemed to hardly notice her.

As a younger girl, Maggie had been forced to wear unflattering, pink framed National Health spectacles to cure a lazy eye, she’d also worn an equally unflattering dental brace to straighten her front teeth. Steven it seemed, hadn’t really noticed that this once ‘ugly duckling’ had now evolved into an extremely beautiful young woman.

Determined not to give up, Maggie continued her quest to find out the truth. “They don’t use the cane at my school, 'spose that’s because it’s just girls, but I did get the strap last year for swearing during a netball match against Cranley Hall, really bloody hurt and my bum was covered in bruises for over a week.”

Steven looked at Maggie, “Was that on your bare arse?” he asked. “Yes, Mrs. bloody Henderson made me take my knickers down and bend over a chair in her study and gave me what she called twelve licks. Really bloody hurt and I struggled to take the first few and she told me if I didn’t keep perfectly still she’d do it in front of the whole school in assembly the next morning. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be, showing your bare bum to everyone in your school as you get the bloody strap?”

Steven smiled, if Maggie was a fellow recipient of corporal punishment he didn’t feel quite so bad about telling her the truth.

“Okay, yeah, I did get caned on my bare arse but it was twelve strokes not eighteen and yes, it did really hurt. Reckon my arse will probably be sore for days,” said Steven as he rubbed the seat of his trousers in gesture to his discomfort.

“Didn’t do anything wrong though,” he continued. “Fishface just hates me ’cause my brothers used to give him hell.”

Maggie began to undo the straps on her satchel, “I’ve got a jar of cold-cream that my mum gave me, usually rub it in after swimming to stop the chlorine drying out my skin, reckon it’ll really soothe your bum, it did mine when I got the strap. I’ll rub some in for you if you like.”

“Uh, no way Maggie,” responded Steven. “I’m not letting you see my bare arse.”

Not one to be easily deterred, Maggie lifted her grey pleated skirt, slipped down her navy-blue knickers and poised her bottom in front of Steven, wiggling it provocatively from side to side.
“There you are Steven, you can see my bum, you can touch it if you like, so now you have no excuse for not letting me see yours.”

As Steven looked at Maggie's bottom, he could hardly believe that the young, bespectacled girl with the dental brace who he had once found so thoroughly irritating, had actually blossomed into a truly desirable young woman without him even noticing.

Reaching forward, Steven gently brushed his hand over the contours of Maggie's buttocks. She undoubtedly had a beautiful bottom and with her pussy lips and pubic hair peeping invitingly between her legs, Steven could feel his penis begin to tingle.

“Wow Maggie, you've got a really nice arse,” said Steven. “ I suppose the rest of you isn't too bad either.”

“So does that mean you'll let me rub some cream into your bum?” chuckled Maggie, delighted by the compliment and enjoying the feel of Steven's hand against her bottom.

Steven smiled, “Okay, I think it might actually help after all, but only if you promise that we keep this between ourselves.”

Maggie chuckled, “Well, I reckon I might just manage to keep schtum, if you promise to take me to the Odeon on Saturday, they're showing that new film, Up the Junction, supposed to be really good.”

“I'd really like that Maggie,” responded Steven.

Maggie smiled, displaying her now perfect teeth, her liquid, pale blue eyes now perfectly aligned and captivating, with the need for spectacles a thing of the past. Maggie rummaged in her bag and produced the jar of cream.

After unscrewing the lid Maggie dipped in her fingers. “Right, trousers and pants down and we'll soon make that lovely bum of yours feel much better,” she said, hardly believing what she was about to do.

Steven undid his belt and dropped his trousers and pulled the seat of his underpants clear of his buttocks making every effort to keep his front covered.

The sight of the very bottom that she held in such high esteem presented naked, made Maggie feel weak at the knees. “Oh my god Steven, your beautiful bum's really marked, it must be terribly sore and I reckon you're going to have some totally amazing bruises when they all come out,” said Maggie as the raised, red weals across his buttocks looked far more severe than she had expected.

“Fishface certainly didn't hold back, did he?” she added, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

Maggie had never actually seen Mr. Fishwick, but she'd heard enough stories about him to have an image in her mind as to what he was like.

Gently, Maggie began massaging the cream into Steven’s buttocks, working her fingertips across his wounds, relishing the opportunity to touch the very bottom that she had secretly found so appealing for as far back as she could remember as she floated 'on cloud nine,' not only to this intimacy, but also to the thought that Steven had agreed to take her to the pictures.

“Was it terribly painful getting caned?” asked Maggie as she worked her fingers against Steven's swollen ridges.

“Bloody painful,” responded Steven, wincing slightly as Maggie brushed her fingers against one of the worst of the weals. “Felt like he was laying a red hot poker across my arse. Fishface is a brutal caner, everyone who's been caned by him says so.”

As Maggie continued to massage Steven's buttocks, he became aware that he was finding her attentions far more arousing than perhaps he should. His new found realisation that Maggie was in fact, a very attractive young woman and eminently fanciable, coupled with the pleasurable touch of her fingers against his flesh, had caused a bulge to develop in the front of his underpants.

As Steven's penis began to grow ever harder, he tried his best to control himself, pumping the muscles in his groin in a futile attempt to reduce his erection and avoid what he knew was likely to become an embarrassing situation.

Despite his reputation and good looks, in reality Steven was actually quite shy where girls were concerned.

“Call me mad,” said Maggie as she continued to massage Steven's tender cheeks. “But I've often wished they used the cane at my school, actually always quite liked the idea of getting the cane, the strap's just not the same. I'm sure I'd have preferred it if Mrs. Henderson had caned me instead of using that bloody strap, I've always wondered what it would be like to get the cane.”

“Crikey Maggie, you mean you'd actually like to get the cane.”

“Well,” responded Maggie. “Yes, I 'spose it would be quite nice to know what a proper caning feels like, my cousin Samantha who lives in Hampshire got caned on the bare bum last term along with two other girls after they took a short cut and got lost on a cross-country run. Said it really hurt but was actually quite a laugh.”

As Maggie continued to attend to Steven's bottom his efforts to control his arousal failed abysmally as his penis continued to swell to the point of forming an unmistakable 'tent pole' in the front of his underpants.

Maggie was nothing if not inquisitive and as she noticed Steven's involuntary display she began to giggle, “Oh Steven, you've got a bloody hard-on,” the expression on her face clearly delighted by the fact.

“Oh hell,” replied Steven awkwardly. “I feel really embarrassed, you should never have started talking about getting your arse caned.“

Maggie chuckled. “You bad lad Steven, so does the thought of me getting my bum caned turn you on?”

“Well,” began Steven trying to dodge a direct answer. “A lot of the lads at school find it quite a turn-on when one of the decent looking girls gets caned. In fact, when Tracy Carter got caned last term for cheating in her mocks, a few of the lads in my class said they wanked about her getting caned for ages after it happened.”

“So did you wank about Tracy Carter getting her bum caned, Steven?” asked Maggie with a quizzical expression on her face.

Maggie knew who Tracy Carter was, Tracy lived in the next street to her and was an extremely good looking blonde haired girl that most of the boys seemed to fancy.

Steven paused before answering, “Well, maybe once or twice I s'pose,” he reluctantly conceded.

Maggie chuckled, imagining that in truth Steven had probably wanked himself stupid loads of times to the thought of a good looking girl like Tracy Carter getting caned.

Reaching into her satchel Maggie produced some tissue and began rubbing the excess cream from her hands. Directing her eyes to Steven's swollen penis, she asked, “So does that hard cock of yours mean that if I went to Tannery Lane and got my bum caned you'd wank about me?”

“Fucking hell Maggie, you don't half ask a lot of questions,” replied Steven, clearly embarrassed.

“Yeah, I s'pose I might, 'cause, well, you're really fanciable and you do have a really nice arse,” he added somewhat sheepishly.

“So you're not just taking me to the pictures to keep me quiet?” grinned Maggie.

“No, no, of course not, I really want to go out with you.”

Maggie placed her hand on the front of Steven's Y Fronts, gripping his swollen penis through the cotton fabric as she moved to stand in front of him. “You can kiss me if you like,” she said pouting her delightfully full lips as she began working her hand up and down Steven's hardened shaft.

Leaning forward Steven placed his lips against Maggie's and kissed her.

“You taste delicious Maggie, like strawberries or something,” said Steven as they broke for air. Maggie smiled, “ Raspberry actually, I had a raspberry lolly just before you arrived.”

“God, Wilks is going to hate me if he finds out I've kissed you and we're going to the pictures, he's totally mad about you Maggie.”

“Yeah, he's tried asking me out loads of times. Wilks is really sweet, but do me a favour, I'd have to be really desperate to go out with a drip like him. Anyway, he knows how much I fancy you Steven.”

Maggie dropped to her knees and wasted little time in tugging Steven's underpants down his legs before taking his swollen penis in her mouth and giving it a gentle suck, causing Steven to groan with pleasure.

After a few moments, Maggie paused her attentions and looked up into Steven's handsome face, “Steven, if you get turned on by the thought of me getting caned, what would you say if I said I'd like you to cane me?” she asked, her voice slightly apprehensive in tone.

Steven swallowed hard as he felt his penis grow even harder at the thought of caning this attractive girl.

“I've never really thought about, well, actually caning a girl myself, but I guess it might be, well, kind of, I don't know, an amazing thing to do, I s'pose.”

Would you like to cane me right now?” asked Maggie.

Steven giggled nervously, “I'm not sure, well yes I'd really like to, but it would really hurt you so I don't know if I could do that to you. It's like if you got caned at school by one of the teachers, I'd be really turned on by that, but caning you myself, well I'm just not sure. Anyway, we don't have a cane.”

Maggie gave Steven another quizzical look, “I know it would hurt plonker, that's what the cane's supposed to do, but I find it incredibly naughty, sexy, thinking about being caned on my bare bottom, especially by a guy that I really fancy. Anyway, I only want to try six of the best, not have my bum turned to mincemeat.”

Steven slowly nodded his head, “Okay Maggie, in that case I think I'd really like to cane you.”

“If it helps, I actually deserve a caning for what I did to Sally Goodwin last week.”

Steven had no idea who Sally Goodwin was, but was curious to find out why Maggie considered that she deserved a caning because of this girl.

“So who's Sally Goodwin?” he just had to ask.

Maggie grinned, “Well she's an irritating cow in my literature class, but last week she got six of the strap on her bare bum for something that was actually my fault.”

Maggie went on to describe to Steven how she had defaced her copy of a school text book by using a fountain pen to draw glasses and moustaches on all the pictures of people throughout the book, even on the front cover.

Knowing she was likely to get into trouble, Maggie had swapped her copy with Sally Goodwin's pristine version of the book when Sally was off school with a sore throat. Unfortunately for Sally, when she returned to school and Mrs. Sherwood the English teacher made her take the book to Mrs. Henderson to explain the state it was in, it wasn't only her throat that ended up sore and she also had to suffer the indignity of paying for a new copy of the book.

Steven chuckled, “ Well, perhaps for that you really do deserve a caning, but without a cane that could be a bit tricky.”

“That's easily sorted,” said Maggie. “There's loads of canes around the allotments, just need to make sure the coast is clear and 'borrow' one.”

Peering through one of the broken panes of glass in the pavilion window, Maggie cast her eyes across the allotments. “I can only see that old, fat bloke down the far end, the one with a walking stick and braces that wears a funny straw hat, he looks like he's packing up to go home.

Don't think there's anyone else still here. Anyway, if I keep to the back of the sheds no one's likely to see me.”

As Maggie scurried off, Steven peered through the same broken window, worried that she could get noticed. Some of the people who used the allotments were okay and quite friendly, while others disapproved of the pavilion being used as a meeting place and had even complained to the local council.

After just a couple of minutes, Maggie returned clutching a thin bamboo cane about three feet in length and not much thicker than a pencil. “This one should do,” she announced breathlessly. “There's loads under a tarpaulin next to one of the sheds.”

Maggie handed the cane to Steven, and hastily turned around a wooden chair and moved it away from the wall. “This'll do for me to bend over, just make sure you give me a proper six of the best, just like a real school caning so that I know exactly what it's like, no going soft just 'cause I'm a girl,” she grinned.

Steven ran his fingers along the surface of the cane before testing it a few times through the air as Maggie set about slipping down her knickers and tucking the back of her skirt into its own waistband out of the way.

As she bent herself forward over the back of the chair gripping the sides of the seat tightly in both hands, the view of her perfect peach of a bottom had Steven's penis once more tingling within his trousers and he could only imagine the size it would swell to when he had completed Maggie's caning.

Maggie turned her head to look at Steven, “Come on then Steven, six of the best on my bare bum for getting Sally Goodwin in trouble.”

Although Steven had never caned anyone before, he was good at most sports and was confident that he would have little difficulty delivering the cane accurately.

Offering the cane to Maggie's cheeks, Steven tapped it gently against her as he raised a private smile to the thought that just over an hour before he had been similarly bent over with his own naked bottom at the mercy of Fishface.

Ready to pull the trigger Steven paused, “Maggie, are you really sure you want me to do this?” he asked.

“Yes, of course I am,” responded Maggie. “And well, if I actually really hate it I just won't ask you to do it again.”

“Okay,” replied Steven. “Right, six strokes of the cane for causing Sally, er, um...”

“Goodwin,” interjected Maggie to help him out.

“Er, causing Sally Goodwin,” continued Steven, “To get her bare bottom thrashed with the strap.”

Another couple of taps and Steven drew the cane back and delivered the first stroke crisply across the centre of Maggie's bottom. “OUCH,” yelped Maggie, raising her head and pulling back her shoulders.

Wasting little time, the next stroke landed an inch or so higher than the first with enough extra force to print a clear white line on Maggie's cheeks which almost immediately flushed red.
“OH, that really stings,” squealed Maggie as she wriggled her bottom in an attempt to quell her discomfort.

With Steven now into his stride and his concerns about caning Maggie all but forgotten, the third stroke was harder still, forcefully striking the lower portion of her bottom and painting another vivid red line.
“AH, AH, OH, AH,” yelped Lucy as she thrust herself upright clutching her cheeks with both hands.

“Back down now or that stroke won't count,” said Steven doing his best to sound stern.

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir, but it really stings,” said Maggie as she swiftly repositioned herself back over the chair.

Grasping the edge of the seat ever more tightly, Maggie braced herself for the next stroke. Moments later the swish of the cane through the air was immediately followed by a resounding crack as a new line was added to her buttocks, slightly higher and perfectly parallel to the last.
Maggie gave out an audible hiss as she sharply drew in breath through clenched teeth before giving way to a cry of “EEE-OW-OW-OW!”

With two strokes left, Steven paused for a moment as Maggie flexed and straightened her knees and tensed and untensed her buttocks to her discomfort.

Reaching forward, Steven ran his fingertips across the contours of her bottom delighting in the feel of the four raised weals which now embossed the pinnacle of each cheek.

“Two more strokes to go Miss. Atherton and your punishment is over,” advised Steven as he once more offered the cane to Maggie's well striped bottom. “Are you ready?”

“Yes Sir, and I promise I'll never cause anyone else to get their bare bottom strapped for something that was my fault.”

“I sincerely hope not Miss. Atherton otherwise you'll be back here for regular canings on your bare bottom,” replied Steven as he began to feel quite at home with the role play.

Steven drew the cane back a little further this time and brought it down with a resounding ‘thwack’ across the centre of Maggie's bottom, skilfully finding a gap between two earlier strokes.
“EEE-OW-OW-OW!” she wailed, thrusting her head back as she did so. Maggie contorted her bottom wildly before quickly returning to position.

“Last one Miss. Atherton, brace yourself.”

“Oh God Sir, that means it's going to be the hardest,” responded Maggie, seemingly indicating to Steven that was exactly what she wanted it to be.

With her bottom poised, Steven set his sights on the point just above where buttock and thigh merge. Raising the cane for the final time he delivered a searing stroke low down on her buttocks, inch perfect to where he wanted it.

“OW-AH-OW....OH SHIT,” cried Maggie rocking from foot to foot and grasping her bottom with both hands.

“How does your bottom feel now Miss. Atherton?” asked Steven, choosing to maintain the role play for the moment and ignoring her use of an expletive.

“It’s throbbing like hell, really burning too Sir,” responded Maggie.

“Sure you're okay Maggie?” said Steven as he put the cane aside and dropped the role play.
“OH, FUCK, .... FUCK, FUCK, my bum feels like it’s on fire, you weren’t lying when you said the bloody cane hurts,” responded Maggie seeming unsure whether she wanted to laugh, cry or do both at the same time.

As Maggie began frantically rubbing her bottom, Steven reached forward and assisted her. Six angry looking parallel weals took pride of place on her once creamy, smooth buttocks and as Steven's fingertips brushed over these swollen ridges he soon became aware of the swelling that accompanied them within his trousers.

Dropping to his knees, Steven used his tongue to trace the weals on Maggie's bottom before easing her cheeks apart and slowly licking her from the lips of her pussy to the top of her cleft, taking in her neatly puckered anus en route.

Maggie writhed and groaned to his touch and with the initial agony of her caning slowly transforming into the curious pleasure of the aftermath she was once more ready to take his swollen penis in her mouth.

As Steven undid his belt, Maggie wasted little time in assisting him in tugging his trousers and underpants down his legs.

Grasping his swollen member in her hand, Maggie guided it into her mouth, determined to work him until the sweet flavour of cum tantalised her taste buds. It was a flavour she had only sampled once before, courtesy of a boy she had met on a family holiday to Brittany the previous year.

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As Steven and Maggie walked home from the cinema on Saturday evening they stepped into a shop doorway to kiss. “That was a really enjoyable film,” said Maggie as she came up for air. “Yeah, I enjoyed it too, it was really good,” said Steven with a giggle as he pulled Maggie towards him and squeezed her buttocks in his hands.

“Ouch,” yelped Maggie. “My bum's still sore from the other day. I reckon you should go careful Steven Coburn as unless you've forgotten it's my turn to cane you next time.”