“Surely the dirty bastard won’t really do it because he’s getting his kicks looking at my arse!” I thought as I gripped my ankles knowing full well that my skirt must be nearly around my waist by now and my thin cotton knickers would be stretched tightly over my ample arse. Indian sex He began at the far end of the line; each slow deliberate ‘swish’ of his cane bringing an agonized groan from the boy on the receiving end. As Millhouse, who had been standing next to me, stood up he winked at me through tear stained eyes and mouthed, “you’ll not really get caned – he wouldn’t dare.” “I’m sure your little friends will presume that I will relent and give you a softer punishment; don’t you think?” He twirled the three foot cane between his fingers, “But you and I both know that you must be punished in exactly the same manner.
