Good Girls Get Caned
Of course they do…if they didn’t, there wouldn’t be any good girls in the world for long, would there be?
Anyway, this was Dollie’s discovery:
Apparently good girls get caned. I was very polite with him, yet he pushed me down onto the bed, rubbing his filthy hands roughly against my ass. I wiggled, and whimpered but he drew his hand back and laid it upon my ass hard! I gasped, I wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care. He struck me again and I wriggled against His hand as he held my thigh against his groin. I could feel hard cock rubbing against my left thigh through His khaki slacks.
My ass grew red as he continued his attack on my soft, plump cheeks. I cried out, sobbed, but nothing would stop him! Then he took it out, from his bag of tricks. It was the cane. I was terrified, I attempted to get away, clawing at the sheets. He laid the horrid piece of wood across my ass cheeks. I knew at that moment, whether I wanted it or not that I had to lay still and take it…
