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A photo-story from Blushes 3 featuring Tracy Wilkes

The quiet swhitt! of a cane in a curtained front room as evening draws on, the self-conscious attempts of a girl to keep the involuntary twitches and tweaks of her unfortunate bottom as much in control as she can, knowing that that is what is expected of her, acutely conscious that the little thrusts and jerks of her hips as the cane stings her again and again around those really tender parts of her cheeks are probably exciting him just as much as they are humiliating her!

Kneeling up — gingerly — and doesn’t that little bum push itself out nicely!

One can imagine the girl’s embarrassment; half naked for a caning at her age! And how old is she? Seventeen, perhaps? Younger? Can’t you just feel the bounce of that cane patting against those firm young bottom-cheeks until she’s got her bum into just the right position.

Just the right height, and the perfect position to get the cane up under the sitting-down bits of her bottom where the skin is pulled tight and smooth.

Now he’s had her knickers right down. A prelude to some indelicate, though interesting, positioning for the rest of her punishment.

And how indelicate! Take away that rather whimsical candle and one might almost — ! Well, perhaps not; you’d bark your shins on the front of the chair, wouldn’t you, if you did that.

The exercise in self-control goes on, although if ‘not crying’ is something to do with self-control she’s already failed. Tears roll down her cheeks, and still her body can’t help making those rude, embarrassing little movements, just as though she were being — Ooooogh!

She doesn’t want to think about that. She has this vague idea that if she did her thoughts would somehow communicate themselves to him — he always seems to know when she’s been up to something — but she can’t help it, because she knows, although she wasn’t actually told so when she was sent here, that if she hadn’t been so prim and proper about being — Oooooh!

Well, then she wouldn’t have had to come back here and have her bum caned like she used to when she was younger. She whispers herself a promise that next time it’s a question of getting her knickers down she will — before she has to get them down for more of this!