Erastes To Your Eromenos

Flooding you

It was my turn to be the team’s fuck-toy. Not as awful a prospect as you might think, unless they lost when the visiting team might also be allowed to use me…

That “oh no” moment when, stark naked, she was finally told how many strokes of the cane she would be getting…

Practice on a banana, her friends told her.

Yes, if a girl chose not to swallow it could get just a little messy!

As the girls set off on their early-morning run, sir reminded them that the last one back would get the slipper!

So, six failed assignments at six strokes each makes… thirty-six strokes of the cane. Well, I suppose that’s fair, sir.

With some it was the bra, others the panties. But whichever item was the last to be removed was always, somehow, done the most reluctantly…

Oh sir, I know I’ve been a naughty girl, but seriously? 100 strokes of the cane?

You wanted to see me, sir?

Walking, naked, to the Head’s study after a public caning wasn’t exactly fun, but what awaited you on the other side of the study door usually made up for it…