A Kind of Loving..Adult content sexual themes no children

I met her when I was 14
She was put in charge of discipline
at the reform school.
I had just been brought back
In the police cruiser after running away again.
I was cold tired and hungry but she had me sent
to her office right away.
I was shocked I don’t think I have
ever seen such a beautiful woman.
She saw me looking in infatuated wonderment.
at her corn blue eyes and golden blonde hair
and white sweet smile.
She asked me if I thought she was beautiful.
I stammered  yes miss very beautiful.
She sad don’t let it fool you young man.
I can be a real bitch.
She had me unfasten then drop my pants
and bend over her big oak desk.
From her cupboard she took out a long
flexible  rattan cane then slid down my underpants.

I blusshed at my bare bottom exposed to her view.
She smiles at me and says
this goes on until I see  tears
Then you get three more.
I fought them back for ten of her hard burning lashes
my bottom now a raging furnace.
Then the tears flowed down my face.
The last three strokes were hell on earth.
She sad pull up your pants and goto bed
No supper for a week.
You might find it convenient
to sleep on your tummy,
for the next couple of weeks she smiled.
Even through my shame and pain.
I thought how lovely she was.
She caned me again the next week.
For fighting and again for stealing food.
Then  for disturbing class I was trouble
She said but I would learn.
She asked me if I hated her
For caning me so hard. I blushed.
And said no Miss I love you.
She called me her little whipping boy.
I was caned right up to being eighteen
when I finally got out of that place.
When I was older and more developed
She noticed I was getting erections
when she caned me and then quiet
a few times I involuntarily ejaculated during her canings.
She made me clean it up with paper towels.
After I left the reform school
They stopped caning boys.
It was too barbaric and cruel they said.
She left her job in protest.
I met her again three years later.
it was in a bar in the  city.
She looked as cool and stunning as ever.
She sat with me and asked if I had a girl.
I told her no
She smiled and asked me why.
I mumble that I could only cum after being caned.
She said do you hate me for making you like that.
I whispered no Miss I still love you.
She took me home and caned me until I ejaculated.
Then I got three more.
Then she took me to bed and I lay sobbing in her arms.
My head on her bare breast.
I have been with her for five years now.
And I tell her I love her every time she canes me.
She canes professional men and women
For a living they pay her big money.
But she only loves me I know
She never gives them three extra
when they cry