The Caning of Gina - Part II

Jim looked at her. “Maybe you are right!”

“Please Headmaster not that”, she pleaded, “I will change this time I promise”

“I thought you would have changed your behaviour after the last punishment but evidently it didn’t work!” Jim responded. “No the punishment has to be administered” he added as he picked up the can from his desk.

“Please Sir!” she pleaded. “At least let me keep my knickers on”

“Take off your skirt and knickers now Jones!” Jim ordered ignoring her pleas.

For a moment she just stood there. “Do I need to get the School Governor to help me strip you?”

Gina shook her head and reached for the buttons of her skirt. She could feel the man’s eyes upon her as she stepped out of skirt. She caught his eyes as she folded it and put it over the back of the settee, they were wide and leering. Glancing away, she took the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down. She heard his gasp as she pushed them past her thighs. As she placed them on top of the skirt she caught his leer again. He was almost salivating!

She stood for a moment with her hands together over her crotch while Jim put a couple of cushions down on the table. “I want you on your back on the table” he told her.

A little puzzled she lay on her back. Moments later she understood why when he took her ankles and lifted he legs in the air. “Grab the back of your knees” he told her.

Gina understood now as she pulled on her legs. Her bottom was raised and she was also very exposed. She also realised why the table had been moved and changed around. She was directly facing the other man, who was no doubt feasting his eyes upon her pussy.

“You know the routine Jones” Jim told her “Count and say thank you. By the way I am leaving it to the Governor when I should stop”

Jim moved to the side and rested one hand on her feet while the other held the cane against her bottom. Taunting her he ran the tip of the cane over her flesh. She even felt it brushing against her exposed labia. The first stroke when it came was sharp. She yelled and almost let go of her knees. “If you let your legs go the stroke won’t count” he told her after she counted and thanked him.

Jim struck her again catching the tops of her thighs instead of her bottom. Gina yelled again from the pain and as she counted the other man got up and took hold of her ankles. “Let me help” he said.

Gina looked up at him as he held her ankles and pulled her legs back further. His intervention pulled her bottom higher and enabled Jim to hit her more cleanly this time. It also gave him the opportunity though to see more of her. His excitement was plain to see from the bulge in his trousers. Jim caned her three more times in quick succession bringing her close to tears. All the time the man looked down at her, staring into her eyes. There was a sadistic leer in his eyes. “Bet you’re enjoying this you bastard!” she said to him.

“You bet!” he grinned.

Jim brought the sixth one down harder than the others and Gina let out a loud scream. “That’s for your insolence!”

Gina started to count but Jim stopped her. “That doesn’t count!” as he hit her again but softer this time.

“Let her go to stand in the corner!” Jim said as she counted the sixth stroke.

The tears ran down her cheeks as she walked to the corner. She felt a prominent stinging on her bottom as she stood this time. The cane across bare flesh had come as a surprise. She had expected six strokes across her bottom with a skirt on like last time, followed by six over her panties, before facing the ordeal of cane on flesh. Then of course was the humiliation from the other male. Gina didn’t know how much she could take; even so, she could feel her own wetness.

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