My bottom was a fiery crimson with most of the ten strokes clearly visible over the throbbing swollen orbs and I was wildly sexually excited and actually brought myself to a climax standing in front of the mirror. Corridor canings were always more severe as they afforded more area for the downswing. Xnx As the fourth was on its way I flinched to one side and so the stroke fell awkwardly mainly on my right hip and curled round the side. Wendy as the lesser offender was dealt with first. I was taking a risk with the undies because as I’m sure you’ll remember (strange how men seem to remember these things) my uniform called for me to be wearing plain cotton knickers in dark bottle green and although a plain bra was acceptable, what I was wearing was not what could readily be described as
