The Headmaster’s Study: Caned and Fucked
Willow was nervous, at first, when she travelled back to her old secondary school to meet with her former Headmaster and tell him what she’d been dreaming about. She hadn’t been sure how he’d react, or even if he’d entertain her idea at all. Little had she known that he’d daydreamed about an encounter like this himself, in idle moments; a chance to leave behind some of the constraints of school punishment and satisfy his own impulses alongside meting out discipline.
His former pupil is warmed up now, strapped red and bent over his leather-topped desk. She’s melting underneath the Headmaster’s scandalous touch, and yearning for his cane. And he is only too happy to oblige – with a thorough caning, raised red welts she can carry beneath her skirts for days, and with a little more than that, too.
