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The cane

The cane

An age old implement, teachers used to punish those who were bad, but from a very early age I was kinda glad

Most were scared of getting the cane, they feared the teachers switch, but me I kinda got off on it, I got a certain twitch

Everytime it landed, endorphins ran through my brain, I got very excited, still that feelings just the same

I'd play up at school, I'd fight and swear in class, hopeful I'd get sent to the headmistress and she would cane my ass

She always a wore suit, she always looked so stern but hot, I wonder if she made me who i am, did she cultivate the kinks I've got

I love sexy roll play, bondage and every sexy game, but if I had to pick my favourite only one thing would remain

I'd have you dressed as my head mistress, like my favourite days of old, then I'd let you cane me, for not doing as I'm told

Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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She made me who I am
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