‘Three more strokes to go, my girl,’ he informed her. Tamara shook her head in despair. ‘Pl … please Sir,’ she sobbed. ‘I really don't th...nk I can take any more.’ Mr Masterson was obviously aware of her distress. ‘I could commute the last three strokes to six spanks with my hand,’ he offered. Tamara shook back her blonde hair. ‘Yes please Sir,’ she accepted gratefully. He placed the cane on his desk and half seated himself on its corner, his long black gown falling open to reveal one leg. "Cum all over your girlfriend's melons then, Darren."He wasn't shy at all about shooting his load all over them and show any bashfulness even in front of her. He gave me five different shots, and undoubtedly the bed as well. I felt my systems go into overdrive, and I surely love him more."I love you and hate you, Becky," he moaned, before sitting in a chair a couple of feet from the bed."I see why," Amanda added, before licking my nipples.Then I had to cover her head with both hands and caress. He was totally changed, the way he was talking to me, what he was saying and more importantly the way I was treated.For the first time I had seen calling him my love and talking to me seductively, I really liked the way "you're my bitch" and then "you're my bitch from now" and "you're the little girl said dad now. " my little girl was treated like all that while and even now, when we're alone.I loved to suck his cock, which was warm and hard it was better than my uncle.In the mean while uncle. The punishment was usually one stroke of the stick on each hand, which certainly stung, but most girls took the caning stoically. Very few girls cried out loud or made too much of a fuss, and being caned became an accepted part of school life. This definitely achieved what it was designed to achieve, keeping students concentrated on learning, and we accepted it was virtually impossible to avoid being punished during your school career.The exception to the norm was a thrashing from the.