Do you get wet knickers when caning
I remember getting the cane hard across my bare bottom in school by the headmistress. I was caught starting a food fight. I got sent to her office and her secretary said you know what is coming don’t you?
I waited inside the office for the headmistress terrified and remembering the stories from class mates and seeing the marks. I also remembered a conversation my parents had with a neighbour whose son had been caned by her. The conversation had concluded that she was someone who liked caning.
When she arrived she seemed more cheerful and happy than normal . I bent forward and she said oh no. Bare bottom please and tapped the cane across my shorts. With my shorts and pants down she ordered me to touch my toes. I got 6 of the best across the lower part of my bottom. 4 or 5 seemed to land on top of each other. This became a raised swollen purple welt that made siting down unbearable. The last stroke was across the back of my thighs which hurt like hell. She deliberately shifted her stance for that one.I winced when I pulled my pants up and I didn’t sit comfortably for a week.
I made 3 or 4 painful visits to see the headmistress and was caned really hard by her. I remember limping as walking was painful and not being able to sit down. If you yelled out the next stroke seemed harder.
Looking back I think she enjoyed giving the cane and as an adult I have often fantasised that maybe it made her knickers wet when she carried out these canings. Hence her cheerful attitude
I waited inside the office for the headmistress terrified and remembering the stories from class mates and seeing the marks. I also remembered a conversation my parents had with a neighbour whose son had been caned by her. The conversation had concluded that she was someone who liked caning.
When she arrived she seemed more cheerful and happy than normal . I bent forward and she said oh no. Bare bottom please and tapped the cane across my shorts. With my shorts and pants down she ordered me to touch my toes. I got 6 of the best across the lower part of my bottom. 4 or 5 seemed to land on top of each other. This became a raised swollen purple welt that made siting down unbearable. The last stroke was across the back of my thighs which hurt like hell. She deliberately shifted her stance for that one.I winced when I pulled my pants up and I didn’t sit comfortably for a week.
I made 3 or 4 painful visits to see the headmistress and was caned really hard by her. I remember limping as walking was painful and not being able to sit down. If you yelled out the next stroke seemed harder.
Looking back I think she enjoyed giving the cane and as an adult I have often fantasised that maybe it made her knickers wet when she carried out these canings. Hence her cheerful attitude
