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said calmly. “I punished you for refusing to get into position. I told you that I would cane you, my dear girl, and that is exactly what is going to happen.”
    Reaching down, Nigel lifted the hem of her gown and quickly felt her turn as she placed both small hands on his wrists.
    “You mean to raise my gown?” she asked. Her teary blue eyes were imploring him as ardently as her words. “Oh, please, sir, I’m bare underneath!”
    “A caning is most effective on the bare,” came the staid reply. “And remember, you were given two opportunities to avoid correction, and you turned them both down. Now turn back around, Jenny, and fight no more. Or do I need to put you back across my lap until you’re ready to comply?”
    She shuddered then and shook her head, a fresh flood of tears erupting along with her sobs as she turned and leaned over. Jenny’s little fists were balled by her face, and she scrunched her eyes closed as if trying to shut out what was about to happen. The obvious signs of her fright touched Nigel, but he knew that to give in to pity would only reinforce her defiant behavior, so he raised the hem of her gown to just above her buttocks and stood back.
    The sight that greeted him caused his cock to stir with longing. Jenny had a full, round bottom for one so small. Two adorable dimples graced the top of each plump cheek—both still cherry red from the hand spanking. He longed to kiss those dimples, to nip the soft, hot skin of each soft buttock.
    He pushed the thoughts from his mind.
    “Six,” he reminded her again, lining the whippy cane up to just touch her cheeks. He gave her two light taps before drawing back and leveling the first stroke. It wasn’t hard, but it didn’t have to be; he knew that from experience. Her already sore cheeks immediately bloomed with a faint red line, and Jenny wailed loudly as she slid from the table to the floor, cupping her sore bottom in her little hands as she looked up at him in disbelief.
    “Owwww!” she cried. “It hurts so!”
    “It’s supposed to,” Nigel said, and leaned down to gently lift her to standing. As he did, he pulled Jenny to him and held her as she sobbed into his chest. “But it is important that you know we mean what we say. It’s important to your safety, which is why we do this. It’s because we care about you. Now back over the table.”
    Before the first lick of the cane, Jenny had kept her thighs primly clamped, but now that she knew what to expect, it was harder to keep her composure. She moved her bottom back and forth in fearful expectation, shifting from one foot to the other in a way that gave Nigel a glimpse of the fleecy pouch of her pussy. He tore his gaze from that spot and focused on her bottom, lining the cane up now just below the first mark.
    She screamed with the second one, her legs stamping to expose more of her pussy. Nigel kept a hand on her back, but now stared openly between the apex of her thighs. Was it his imagination or were the inner lips slightly protruding? Yes. They were, the pink folds glistening and visible through tight golden curls. He wondered how she’d look shaved, but pushed that thought from his mind as he brought the cane down to mark the halfway point of her punishment. Jenny was wailing now, her hands flying back to try and rub away the hurt. A stern threat to double the punishment had her retracting them; she was a fast learner, and Nigel was pleased to see that punishment was indeed a deterrent for her.
    The fourth lick of the cane fell purposefully low, just above the crease where her buttocks joined her thighs.
    “Oh, please, sir!” Jenny cried. It was the second time she’d called him ‘sir,’ and the combination of her obviously wet pussy and submissive language stirred a powerful need within the Englishman. He had two more strokes to deliver, but all he could think about was freeing his now-hard cock and plunging it into that slick velvet nest between her thighs. But he knew he