EXTRACT FOR
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!
(Miranda Birch)

"Go to the garden shed. Come back with one of the cane rods Mummy uses for supporting new plants." With a shrug, he went off and returned with one of the canes, which he attempted to hand to Jessica. She slapped his face. "What was that for? I got the..." "Shut up!" Stefan saw the look on her face, and shut up. "Let's try that again, shall we?" Stefan stared dumbly at her. "On your knees!" Stefan glared momentarily, then recollected the difficult position he was in, and knelt down. "Now offer me the cane on your upturned hands." Stefan held the cane out as instructed, and Jessica snatched it up. "Now! Snout down, arse up -- slave!" 



The wretched Stefan got awkwardly down onto all fours. 



"You can get it higher than that!" 



She kicked his arse viciously. He arched his back and tried to get his bottom up. 



She stalked around him. 



"I said, you can get it higher than that." 



Her voice dripped venom. 



He flinched, awaiting a kick that this time did not come. Then he bent his back more, and sure enough his rump raised higher. 



"And get that snout right down to the ground, go on, press it down!" 



Frantically he pressed his nose flat against the carpet. 



"Yes, that's... adequate." 



She stalked around him again. 



"Now you are getting -- let's see, hmmm... twelve, that's a nice round number. So, twelve strokes of the cane. You will count each one, and thank me for it." 



Silence. Jessica smirked. She had never caned a man before. She was anticipating it with relish. But she was in no hurry to start. Let him wait. Let him wait there in fear! So she stood there for a while, looking down at his rather flabby arse. Making him wait. 



Then she swished the cane down and caught him on the left bum cheek. 



"One, thanks," Stefan said somewhat sulkily. The first stroke had stung, but he felt the pain of the humiliation far more deeply. 



"Thank you, Miss!" Jessica's voice rapped out. 



"Thank you, Miss," Stefan said in a rather too cocky tone which Jessica caught at once. 



"Insolence! You are getting that one again." 



The rod came whistling down again, and this time it struck with considerably more force. 



"Owwwwh!" 



Then, remembering, he added quickly, "Two thank you Miss." 



"No," Jessica corrected him at once, "that was one. You got number one again didn't you? Let's see if you get the number of this stroke right." 



And with that the cruel rod struck again, harder than the last time. 



"Eeeehhhh! Two, two Miss!" squealed Stefan. 



And the rod continued to rise and fall, harder and harder. By number six, Stefan was beside himself with pain and humiliation. He had never been caned before.