Carrie's Judicial Caning Part II

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Mr. Logan reared the cane back, and brought it down with a loud thud, muffled only slightly by the material in Carrie’s skirt. He had swung the cane hard enough to penetrate the material and cause an immediate, intense sting in Carrie’s bottom cheeks. She gasped but counted “One, Sir!”

But the sting didn’t end there. Over the next ten seconds or so, it grew in intensity so that she desperately wanted to stand and rub her bottom.

“Don’t move. Self control,” ordered Mr. Logan. He knew what she wanted to do but he wanted her to exercise self-discipline. “Just five more to go. You can do this.”

Carrie stayed in position. Mr. Logan measured the cane, brought it back, and delivered anther hard stroke just below the first. A tear formed in Carrie’s eye. “Two!” she shouted.

Carrie fought the intense desire to stand or rub her bottom. She kept telling herself she could do it. Mr. Logan gave her the next two, and Carrie correctly counted each one. The fifth stroke, particularly hard, landed on her “sweet spot,” where her thighs met her buttocks. She screamed out the number, but threw her hands back.

“Mr. Evans?” Mr. Logan looked at Justin. Justin nodded, indicating a do-over. “Still on number four, I’m afraid, Carrie. Let’s do that again.”

Carrie steeled herself for the next two, and took them admirably. Mr. Logan ordered her to stand up, and she did so but retained her composure, except for the tears now streaming down her cheeks.

“Mr. Evans, would you please do the honors?” Justin pulled up Carrie’s skirt and had her hold it, then lowered her panties. Justin and Mr. Logan surveyed the damage. Nice, symmetrical tram lines, evenly spaced, but nothing that would last more than a day or two, although Carrie was certain to feel them for quite a while. Justin traced the welts with his fingernail, while Carrie winced. Her ride home was bound to be quite uncomfortable.

“Please let me know what I owe for today, and we will be sure to be on time for our next appointment. Carrie, don’t you have something to say to Mr. Logan?”

Carrie faced Mr Logan, lowered her eyes, and thanked him for correcting her for her bad behavior. Mr. Logan smiled, complimented Carrie for her bravery, and bid them both farewell until their next session in two weeks.

CONTINUED IN PART III