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Gloria is Caned – a fragment

“I want you to bend over the chair and get a good grip on the seat.”

Gloria’s eyes widened at her girlfriend’s demand. Over the last few days, Jennifer had threatened to spank her, if Gloria didn’t change her ways. After so many threats, the redhead had decided that Jennifer was bluffing.

But now Gloria wasn’t so sure. Jennifer gripped a short rod tightly in her right hand, and she was fairly shaking with rage.

“Now!” Jennifer snapped, raising the cane and pointing at the chair. “Bend over the chair, now!”

Gloria’s mouth opened. She was about to protest. But one quick glance into her girlfriend’s eyes was enough to convince her to obey. Gloria saw anger in Jennifer’s pretty, blue eyes. Something she had never seen before.

Hesitantly, Gloria leaned over the chair back. She was just tall enough to reach the edge of the seat, but had to stretch to grip her fingers around the edge. Dazed, Glorian still couldn’t believe that Jennifer would actually use the cane on her backside.

Then Gloria felt Jennifer’s fingers twist the hem of her skirt. The redhead tensed as Jennifer rolled her skirt and tucked it into her belt, out of the way. Gloria’s white panties – the only protection the redhead’s upturned bottom would have from Jennifer’s cane – were now exposed.

Involuntarily, Gloria trembled.

“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this.”

Jennifer responded with a sudden open-handed slap on Gloria’s backside.

“No!” Gloria jerked her head up and howled. She’d been spanked at home by her parents, but it had never hurt so much. At first Gloria thought Jennifer’s slap was the first stroke of the cane, but then she realised it was only her girlfriend’s hand.

Gloria looked over her shoulder and saw Jennifer raise the cane.

“Six strokes, Gloria,” Jennifer said, lifting the cane above her shoulder. “And you’d better stay in position, or I’ll add another stroke!”


The cane whipped across Gloria’s pantied-covered bottom. Gloria screamed and leapt upright. She spun where she stood to face Jennifer, her fingers clutching her stinging bottom.

Calmly, Jennifer waited for her girlfriend’s cries to subside. When they did, Jennifer pointed at the chair again.

“That stroke doesn’t count,” she said. “Now, bend over. You still have six to go.”

Kim Canes Natalie – a fragment

“All right Natalie,” Kim said, pointing at the straight-backed chair. “I want you to bend over that chair and grip the seat tightly with your fingertips.”

Natalie hung her head, and her dark hair fell forward, obscuring the fear in her face. Behind her, the bedroom door seemed to beckon. All the young woman had to do was turn around and leave – walk out the door, and never look back.

But that would mean that their relationship was over. If Natalie left now, she would never again know Kim’s lighter touch. Her caresses. Kim’s lips against her skin. Her tongue on her sensitive parts. If Natalie chose to avoid her punishment and leave, she might as well just keep walking until the road ended. Because she knew deep down that Kim was right. Punishment was necessary. A part of their life together.

Eventually, Natalie pressed her lips together into a thin, white line and did as she was told. As she leaned over the top of the chair Natalie’s short skirt rode up, showing off a generous length of her firm thighs.

“Do you have a firm grip on the seat?”

Natalie didn’t reply. Miserably, she nodded her head and bit her lower lip.

Gently, Kim raised Natalie’s skirt and tucked it into her girlfriend’s. Then, in one swift move, Kim took hold of the waistband of the her girlfriend’s silk panties and pulled them down to Natalie’s knees. Throughout all of this, Natalie remained still, though her bottom cheeks trembled.

“Keep your knees together,” Kim said. “This is going to hurt.”

Kim backed up a half-a-step and swished her cane through the air. The evil hiss sent a shiver of fear through Natalie, and she moaned low in her throat.


Kim brought the cane down lightly on Natalie’s upturned bottom several times, as though taking aim for the perfect strike. Natalie took in a quick breath and exhaled just as Kim brought the cane down with a loud swish.


The cane landed loudly on the girl’s firmly rounded bottom. Natalie cried out and jumped when the cane bit into her smooth flesh.

Kim paused and allowed her girlfriend to settle. “If you stand up again,” she murmured, “I’ll double the strokes.”

Natalie sobbed. She leaned over the chair once more and presented her bottom cheeks to Kim.


Again the cane slashed the air and landed on Natalie’s throbbing bottom. She cried out again, but held firmly to the seat of the chair. As the third fiery stroke fell across her buttocks, Natalie sobbed out loud, as hot, salty tears streaked her face.

Would You Cane Zoe? – a fragment

“Zoe!” Gloria shook her head. “You can’t mean this.” Gloria’s voice was low, and she was still shaking with anger. Zoe had betrayed her – gone to a bar with another woman while Gloria was away at a conference. Guilt got the better of Zoe, and she confessed.

Now she wanted to make it right.

“Please,” Zoe said. She removed a cane from a long, silk bag. It was made of rattan, easily three feet long and about a quarter of an inch thick. One end was bound in leather for an easy grip, and the cane itself was smooth and free of knuckles.

“Zoe, this is crazy. I can’t whip you.” Some of Gloria’s anger bled away as she stared at the cane in her girlfriend’s hand.

“You have to do this, Gloria,” Zoe said, holding the cane at arm’s length. “I love you. I really do. I can’t lose you. Not over a stupid mistake.” Tears glittered in Zoe’s bright blue eyes. It is the only way that you’ll ever really forgive me.”

“Do you you hear yourself?” Despite her confusion and incredulity, Gloria took the cane from her girlfriend. “You’re asking me to beat you!”

“I know forgiveness is a lot to ask.” Zoe’s lower lip trembled. “I betrayed you, and I deserve to be punished. I just don’t want you to leave me.”

“But a whipping?”

“I’m doing this for us,” Zoe said. “Sometimes I do stupid things, and I need correction.” Zoe dropped her head again and put her chin to her chest. Dark hair obscured her face, and her voice was choked with sobs. She fiddled with her fingers, twisting them together. “We have a real relationship,” Zoe muttered. “I just don’t want to lose that.”

Gloria considered the cane. It was long, thin and whippy – easily flexed and solid in her grip. She thought carefully about what Zoe said – that their relationship mattered. Gloria had never even paddled a girl before, and she’d certainly never caned a young woman’s ass. But Gloria also knew that Zoe was right; Gloria would have a hard time forgiving her girlfriend’s indiscretion. Betrayal hurt, and if they didn’t find a way to deal with Zoe’s one-night stand, it would be a wedge that forced them apart.

Gloria swung the cane experimentally, and it cut the air with a fine swish.

“I can take the pain,” Zoe whispered, her voice barely audible. She turned and raised her skirt baring her bottom for Gloria. “But I can’t take losing you.”

Zoe bent over and waited.

The Caning of Misty Day – an excerpt

The Caning of Misty Day: A Lesbian Threesome of Spanking and Sex

At Sister Mary’s query, Misty’s gaze involuntarily flickered over the nun’s shoulder. She saw that there was a wide variety of canes hanging from wooden dowels in the case. But there were also other, more devious implements of punishment: a cat o’ nine tails; several floggers; and at least two paddles. There were also what appeared to be penises tied up with straps. Misty wasn’t certain, but they looked like dildoes, supported by some kind of harness. Misty had seen a dildo before. She and Heather had even used one on each other. But for them, it was more of a toy than a cock. And the dildo in its odd system of straps and buckles had her confused.

Misty blinked. The nun nodded. “It’s time to begin.”

“Sister Mary, please no!” Misty burst out. “You can’t do this to me. I’m a girl! Girls don’t deserve the cane!”

“Begging won’t do any good,” the nun said. “You’ve disrespected the school. You’ve groped your Heather in my hallways. You’ve disobeyed rules that are at the core of this school. You will take your punishment.”

“But you can’t cane me!” Misty’s lips were quivering.

Behind her, Heather was strangely quiet. Her mouth was slightly open, her eyes distant and unfocused. Heather seemed to be far away at the moment.

“I can, and I will,” Sister Mary said. “It’s good that you’ve worn your uniform as I directed. Now come over here and take off your panties. Leave your skirt on, as well as your blouse. But take off your shoes, socks and panties.”

“Oh my God,” Misty thought. “She’s really going to do it!”

“Now!” Sister Mary’s voice was low and dangerous. She flicked the cane toward the desk.

Misty walked slowly forward. As she did so, Misty hitched up her plaid skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.

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