“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. xxx sex I soon realised that my grey pleated skirt, which earlier in the day had been hiked about 4 or 5 inches above my knees, probably wasn’t covering my modesty anymore and he was now getting a good view of my pink flowery, non-regulation, knickers. The tension was becoming unbearable as he lined the three foot, thick bamboo rod up along my generous bottom, slowly and gently sliding it along the white frilly elastic on the legs of my knickers like a violin bow. “You can …stand up now…that…should be…enough…to teach you…a lesson.. I shrugged my shoulders and slowly made my way to see Mr. 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. Tears were now streaming down my face as Mr. Surely he only meant the boys. 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
