EXTRACT FOR
The Caning
(Author Unknown)

Chapter 1 ??" A Caning Experience



I stood there, naked, facing the fireplace, my hands on my head, awaiting my punishment. As I stood there, and after the dressing down I had just received, I felt wet with excitement around my pussy, though my legs were trembling with fear as much as anticipation while I waited for the session to start properly. I began to worry that my fantasy had suddenly become all too real and was about to become too painful for me to handle. I also began to worry what would happen when he noticed how aroused I was becoming. Would he take things further than the simple corporal punishment that was now imminent? Would he want to fuck me? Would I want him to if he did?

    My mind was in a whirl over the questions I had not considered before subjecting myself in this way, but it was too late now. I took a deep breath of air and assured myself that this was a fantasy that had been burning in my heart for nearly two years and now it was about to become reality. The anticipation was almost too much for me and I started to breathe deeper as my exposed body shuddered slightly with a mini orgasm.

    I had taken the plunge to start my journey down the road of discovery and it was too late to back out now.



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Hi, my name is Roxanne, and I am twenty years old and at University, though I am home for the long summer vacation and am really not doing an awful lot with my time ??" except exploring something that has been on my mind for a couple of years or so.

    I have medium length, blonde hair, and big, steel blue eyes. I'm five ten in height and slender build. Where I'm at now, is not where I was a couple of years ago, and what happened then is relevant to today, so bear with me. 

    When I was eighteen, in the spring before I started University, I got into a lot of trouble with the police. Actually I got caught shoplifting ??" which was damned stupid because I didn't need the iPod and could have paid for it anyway, but I took it off the stand without thinking, heard the alarms go and panicked - resulting in me fleeing the shop with the iPod in my hand and a posse of security guards in hot pursuit. I never had a chance and was escorted back to the shop. The police were called and my world went belly up!

    I think my behaviour as a teenager was partly one of rebellion. My biological father had left the family when I was five and he'd not stayed in touch with us much so until Mother found another man, called Adam, I didn't have the best of parental stability in my life. It's largely irrelevant but for some reason Adam never actually married Mummy, but they lived together and he became the disciplinarian in the family, which I hated.

    As a result of the shoplifting incident, Adam decided I needed to be taught some discipline. Now most kids I knew who got into trouble would be grounded for say a month and that would be the end of it, but Adam is made of sterner stuff and decided I was either going to have to move out of the family home or be disciplined with corporal punishment in front of my own mother.