| Straight: BDSM: The Caning of Gina - Part II (1/5) |
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Gina sipped her coffee as Jim looked on. As on her previous visit to his home she was very nervous. There was no feeling of nervous anticipation this time because she knew what to expect, but she was going to experience pain and, of course, someone else would be present. It had been an ordeal letting Jim see her nakedness last time and it was going to be a bigger ordeal letting another stranger see her intimately. “Well let’s get it over with then,” Gina said as she stood up. Jim smiled. “Is it that much of an ordeal?” he asked her. Gina returned the smile. “Of course it is.” “You can always pull out,” Jim told her. Gina shook her head. “You know that I can’t,” she told him. He reached and stroked her cheek. “Yes I do,” he said as he touched her fondly. Gina made her way out of the room and Jim called after her. “Bye the way,” he said. “I have had a little bet with my friend that you will use the safe word early this time!” She smiled nervously at him before turning to go upstairs. Once again the clothes were laid out on the bed, the blouse and skirt neatly pressed and the socks and knickers clean. She had contemplated bringing her vibrator with her, last time she had been so horny that she was quite wet by the time she got home, but she decided against it. She would never enjoy her own orgasm as much as she would have in the privacy of her own bed. Once again she put her hair into a pony tail before taking that walk back downstairs to receive her punishment. She knocked on the door and waited for Jim’s voice to call out before stepping into the room. Jim was sat at his desk again and another male was sat on the settee. He was about the same age as Jim but he was quite overweight with thinning hair. He smiled at her. She noticed that the coffee table had been moved so that it was pointing towards the settee. “Corner, Jones!” Jim told her. Gina stood in the corner waiting for Jim to call her to his desk. Once again she contemplated what was to come; the pain; the humiliation and indignity in front of a stranger. “Come here Jones!” Jim called. Gina turned and walked to his desk. “I see there has been no improvement in your work or behaviour,” he told her. Gina looked down at her shoes and shook her head. “She obviously hasn’t learnt her lesson!” the man on the settee said. “Apparently so,” Jim added. “How was she punished last time?” the man asked. Jim told him. “Waste of time caning over clothing,” the man said. “The cane should always be given on bare flesh.” “It would be too humiliating for her though,” Jim responded. “Having this done in front of one of the School Governors!” “Perhaps that’s what she needs Headmaster!” he said. 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 |
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