The Rota - Part 3
THE ROTA - Part 3 JENNIFER
I had Jennifer positioned over my desk, wearing nothing but her regulation school socks and shoes, and her glasses. Her buttocks in the air, and peeping out her lovely labial lips, with a soft fringe of hair.
Like any red blooded man I like it when a girl under discipline howls and screams. What I really like is watching her reactions - the small things. The little choked gasps at the beginning of the session when she thinks she will be able to hold back the screams. The little foot stamps as she copes with the pain. Her bottom wriggling. Her hands gripping the edge of the desk to steady herself.
Then her moans as you rub her buttocks to comfort her. Then her little kitten moans as you feel her lips for wetness.
Also those times you find a true submissive as Jennifer turned out to be, when she gently thrusts backwards onto your finger, to experience the stimulation of your touch, or to impale herself on your finger.
I took a light leather strap and started on the warmup phase on the girls buttocks. Her long legs meant that her buttocks were raised and her tummy not fully pressed into the desk. I did note that even early on she was pressing her mound of venus into the edge of the desk... She let out the expected gasps and tried to control herself. I was full of admiration.
But my admiration did not spare her the cane. I stopped the strapping and bent down by her head, gently moving her heair out of the way to shisper to her "Good girl Jennifer. So far. You must suffer the cane - you know that". She nodded.
I took the junior cane and applied the first stroke on the crown of her buttocks. It was a corker and she leapt up to rub her bottom immediately. "Down girl!" She looked at me in surprise then obeyed.
I never tell girls how many strokes they are to receive. I find it better to assess the session and determine hwo many strokes are appropriate, and what the girl limits are. However the strokes are laid on in the traditional batches of six.
On the second stroke, an inch lower, she could hold herself no more and let out a choked back scream.
I laid on the next stroke rapidly. Another, louder, scream. She seemed to realise there was no penalty for screaming and from then on screamed properly.
When the sixth gating stroke came again she was not expecting it and leaped up to rub her bottom.
This time I imply pointed to the desk with the cane and she complied, nestling her tummy down which meant a wider spread of the legs.
I proceeded with a further six, the first one being on the sit spot at the top of her right thigh and the next two continuing down the right thigh.
To her credit Jennifer did not plead and beg like a lot of girls. Some girls even offer their charms for the caning to stop. Not Jennifer.
The last three were on the sit spot and the back of her left thigh.
At the end of this six she remained down and I gave her some time to compose herself.
Then I gain moved her hair aide and said "Good girl". She stayed down as i rubbed her poor punished bottom, all the time commenting on how good she was and how she behaved well.
I took the chance of running a finger up her labial lips and was rewarded with a mew and the slightest movement.
Emboldened by this I rubbed again, slightly harder. She positively thrust her buttocks back, my finger disappearing into her folds.
I could see the first tears coming as her release approached. I continued to finger her, then cupped her mound also and pressed hard. This sent her over the edge, into a quivering orgasm. It may have been her first.
At the end i gathered into my arms, calling her a good girl and wiping away her tears.
I also reminded her that she would be on my rota next month...
I had Jennifer positioned over my desk, wearing nothing but her regulation school socks and shoes, and her glasses. Her buttocks in the air, and peeping out her lovely labial lips, with a soft fringe of hair.
Like any red blooded man I like it when a girl under discipline howls and screams. What I really like is watching her reactions - the small things. The little choked gasps at the beginning of the session when she thinks she will be able to hold back the screams. The little foot stamps as she copes with the pain. Her bottom wriggling. Her hands gripping the edge of the desk to steady herself.
Then her moans as you rub her buttocks to comfort her. Then her little kitten moans as you feel her lips for wetness.
Also those times you find a true submissive as Jennifer turned out to be, when she gently thrusts backwards onto your finger, to experience the stimulation of your touch, or to impale herself on your finger.
I took a light leather strap and started on the warmup phase on the girls buttocks. Her long legs meant that her buttocks were raised and her tummy not fully pressed into the desk. I did note that even early on she was pressing her mound of venus into the edge of the desk... She let out the expected gasps and tried to control herself. I was full of admiration.
But my admiration did not spare her the cane. I stopped the strapping and bent down by her head, gently moving her heair out of the way to shisper to her "Good girl Jennifer. So far. You must suffer the cane - you know that". She nodded.
I took the junior cane and applied the first stroke on the crown of her buttocks. It was a corker and she leapt up to rub her bottom immediately. "Down girl!" She looked at me in surprise then obeyed.
I never tell girls how many strokes they are to receive. I find it better to assess the session and determine hwo many strokes are appropriate, and what the girl limits are. However the strokes are laid on in the traditional batches of six.
On the second stroke, an inch lower, she could hold herself no more and let out a choked back scream.
I laid on the next stroke rapidly. Another, louder, scream. She seemed to realise there was no penalty for screaming and from then on screamed properly.
When the sixth gating stroke came again she was not expecting it and leaped up to rub her bottom.
This time I imply pointed to the desk with the cane and she complied, nestling her tummy down which meant a wider spread of the legs.
I proceeded with a further six, the first one being on the sit spot at the top of her right thigh and the next two continuing down the right thigh.
To her credit Jennifer did not plead and beg like a lot of girls. Some girls even offer their charms for the caning to stop. Not Jennifer.
The last three were on the sit spot and the back of her left thigh.
At the end of this six she remained down and I gave her some time to compose herself.
Then I gain moved her hair aide and said "Good girl". She stayed down as i rubbed her poor punished bottom, all the time commenting on how good she was and how she behaved well.
I took the chance of running a finger up her labial lips and was rewarded with a mew and the slightest movement.
Emboldened by this I rubbed again, slightly harder. She positively thrust her buttocks back, my finger disappearing into her folds.
I could see the first tears coming as her release approached. I continued to finger her, then cupped her mound also and pressed hard. This sent her over the edge, into a quivering orgasm. It may have been her first.
At the end i gathered into my arms, calling her a good girl and wiping away her tears.
I also reminded her that she would be on my rota next month...
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