The Caning of Gina

For a few moments she stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her skirt and blouse down. The sexual excitement was beginning to get the better of her nerves now. She could feel the moistness between her thighs as the tension built. With a final twirl for the mirror and a deep breath she opened the door and made her way to fulfillment.

Gina took a further deep breath as she raised her clenched fist before knocking on the door. “Come in” a voice called.

Gina stepped inside. Jim was sat at a bureau in the corner writing, with his back to her. “Stand in the corner. I will be with you when I am ready”

Gina stood in the only available corner facing the wall. Behind her she could hear him writing, breathing heavily. The near silence and the wait built up the tension and her emotions began to race into turmoil again.

“Come here Jones” his voice called out, after about ten minutes.

His voice had startled her and she walked across the room nervously. As she stood by his desk he looked up at her and then looked her up and down. “I’ve just been reading your reports Jones”, he said as he looked at the papers “Your work is appalling!”

“Sorry Sir” she said quietly.

“Your attendance is also poor and I see you have a problem with authority as well!”

He looked her in the eyes and she glanced down. “I can’t allow this to go on unpunished any more Jones!”

“Yes Sir” she said with resignation.

Jim turned and picked up the cane that was resting against the wall behind him. “I’m afraid your behaviour calls for this Jones “he told her as held it out, menacingly, in front of her.

“Please Sir not that. I won’t do it again I promise” she pleaded.

Jim shook his head. “You said that last time we had this discussion. No, I am sorry. It is either the cane or expulsion” he told her.

“Expulsion!” she exclaimed, “You can’t expel me. I have exams soon!”

“The choice is yours!” he told her.

Gina bowed her head.

“So it’s the cane then!” he said as he stood.

Gina gulped and felt a surge of excitement run through her as he pointed it at the large coffee table in the middle of the room. “On the table on your hands and knees!” he told her.

She walked slowly over to the table and climbed on. For a few moments he just stood by her side looking down at her. She noticed the bulge in his pants had grown larger, but she also noticed that she was getting wetter too. As he stepped closer and placed a hand on her back she looked away and closed her eyes. It had already been agreed that she would receive six strokes of the cane over her skirt; six strokes over her knickers and the final six with her knickers down.

“You will count each stroke and say ‘thank you sir’ after each one. If you miss any it won’t counts as a stroke. Understand Jones?”

“Yes Sir” she responded as she pulled her bottom muscles in awaiting the first stroke.

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