There, at the end of the dark and gloomy passage leading up to the door, timorously awaiting my arrival stood a girl. There were half a dozen or so traditional school desks with sloping lids and hard wooden seats. XXX Her backside, already a deep pulsating scarlet flecked with crimson began to show the raised welts of the cane strokes and before I paused for breath had reduced her backside to the appearance of a railway marshalling yard. I had a raging erection; I couldn’t help it. A large dark oak cupboard completed this sparsely furnished room. She flicked her clit and reaching at full stretch just managed to get her finger tips into the entrance of her vagina. But I pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to my desk where I pushed her backwards over the front. I selected a three foot cane and a two tailed leather tawse and placed them
