[All participants in the following act are over eighteen.]
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I was a final year high school student when I had received my first semester English exam back. I was an aspiring athlete, and usually did very good at school. However, this time as I was very busy training for the hundred meters and gymnastics as I had my trials at around the same time. I hadn’t done well in my exams, but I really wasn’t expecting to fail my English exam.
I sat there as my heart raced and I tried to think of possible ways out of this mess. It was the final class if the day and the bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the class, and I kept sitting there thinking of what I would say to my teacher so that I could get another chance.
“Patricia, what’s wrong? Class is dismissed.” asked Mr. Ford in a confused voice.
“Mr. Ford, could I ask you how I could improve my grade for the next semester? ” I asked, in hope of finding a way to not fail and repeat a year.
“Yes of course, get your exam here, let’s see where you went wrong.” he said.
He was very helping and showed me exactly what I could do to get better marks the next time, but it was too late. Getting better marks the next semester could not compensate for failing my first semester. As he got up to collect this things before leaving I was thinking of possible solutions.
“Sir, is it possible for me to resit this exam? Or pass this semester?” I asked in a concerned voice.
“No, not really, there are no resits in this school and if you wanted to pass, you should have worked hard before. I have given you my time and that’s my job, nothing more nothing less.” he said being as professional as possible.
“I am sorry sir, but I’m ready to do anything to pass this class. I can’t sit another year of school. Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?” I asked a final time.
There was no one in the room and he was just about to leave.
“What could we do? You tell me because I don’t see how I can increase your marks.” he said.
“Could I make up for the remaining marks by being disciplined by you?” I said panicking as Mr. Ford could now report me for being too persistent. There was an awkward silence.
I could tell he was thinking of possible ideas as he had a good look at me and my body first. All those hours that I had spent training for gymnastics and sprinting were evident. I had strong legs, thighs and of course a perfectly round and muscular bottom, some of which was visible in my short shorts. My top which did not cover my belly also allowed him to get a good look at my abs.
“What do you mean discipline?” he asked. “Anything you feel is appropriate. I wouldn’t mind physical discipline, especially from a man like you.” I said in a desperate attempt to get my favour.
“Patricia, you will then do exactly as I say. I’m free on Friday evening. Come to my house at 8pm instead of partying that day. I will only increase your marks if I’m satisfied.” he said in a commanding voice.
I was very happy to hear this and went home relaxed. I was happy that I would pass the semester.
When I came home after school on Friday I thought of what I could do to please Mr. Ford the most. I, like other girls secretly liked him. His strictness always turned me on and the thought of being physically disciplined by him was appealing. On the flip side, I knew he could do whatever he wanted and I would still have to take it. I might not enjoy it, but I had to do it because I needed my grades.
I had very little body hair as I shaved them frequently, but I decided to be extra fine for Mr. Ford. I grabbed my mom’s sugar wax machine and went into the bathroom. I didn’t usually use wax, so after watching a few tutorials, I waxed myself squeaky clean. I was super smooth everywhere. Waxing my bikini area was painful, but worth it as not a single splinter of hair was left there.
I then took my shower, moisturized my skin and checked the time. I still had 2 hours left and his home wasn’t too far from my gym. I hit the gym for a good hour before heading for his house.
“Hello Patricia, come in.” said Mr. Ford. I entered his home all sweaty and shiny. I was exited, but also scared.
When I got there, instead of staying at his house, he asked me to get in his car. I asked him where he was taking me and he replied saying we were going to another house he owned. I had no way of knowing where we were actually going, but I jumped in.
He was right, we were going to another house he owned. It was literally, in the middle of nowhere in the hills. It was surrounded by trees and had a nice view of the city. It was also quite comfortable on the inside.
“Okay Patricia. I have decided that, I will discipline you with old methods. If you aren’t able to handle these, you will not be awarded extra marks.” he said in a stern voice.
“Patricia, strip all your garments. I will tell you what to do next after that.” he said.
It wasn’t like I was wearing much in the first place. Just my workout shorts and sports bra, but then as I realised, there is a clearly a difference in wearing that and being truly naked. My excitement turned into fear as I stripped naked not knowing what was coming next.
“Patricia, do you see that table? You will get your knees on the table, spread them apart and then move forward to get your elbows on the floor. Do you understand what I mean?” he said.
The table was low and had a soft top so I understood what he meant. I got my knees on the table and spread them far apart. I then got my elbows and forearms on the soft carpet. This way my arse was very high and sticking out. The position was perfect for Mr. Ford to admire my well trained bottom. My back was arched and slanted downward. I could feel the air on my anus as it was on display. My boobs were hanging downwards.
Mr. Ford then started peeling a big piece of ginger, also known as a ginger fig, something I did not know at the time. “Sir, what is that?” I asked.
“This is ginger. In Victorian times when beatings with a cane were give on the bottom, the recipient of the caning would clench the bottom. Clenching would help them protect the inner butt cheeks from the cane as it hurts a lot more there. Clenching was also disrespectful as it showed that the recipient wasn’t accepting the punishment. This is where figging comes in. Figging is when peeled ginger is inserted in the recipient’s anus without lubricative substances. Not only does it make a physical barrier to clenching, it burns the anus with its juices when you clench.”
Watching him peel that massive ginger fig, I was thinking there’s no way he’s going to get that in. What I did not know was Mr. Ford really did not care. If he wanted it in, it was going to get in no matter how tight I was, something I realised later.
As he headed back with the ginger, I took a deep breath before the insertion. Something I found out later from my research was that the anus has two sphincters. The first one is the one on the outside and I can sorta control it. The one on the inside has a a mind of its own, and getting things through there is unpleasant, especially without lubricant.
Mr. Ford began with a light pressure and I kept myself relaxed enough. The ginger wasn’t entering as I was too tight. Therefore, he decided to stop being gentle and simply get it in. This wasn’t comfortable. It was a big piece and as it slid in, my anus was being painfully stretched. After this, it was pure torture as my anus was naturally pushing the ginger out and Mr. Ford was pushing against it. I could not do anything to control this. Once he pushed it past my second sphincter, it was easier as it wasn’t being pushed out as hard.
In the meanwhile, another man with a wooden cane of some sort walked in. I wasn’t warned about this, but I kept my position and said nothing.
“Okay Patricia, here is what is going to happen. I am going to play a game with Mr. Orton where the person that breaks their cane first wins. We know you have a very hard, strong athletic bottom. It should be relatively easy to break a cane on it. You will count each stroke out loud and then thank the person you received it from. You will then say, ‘Harder please!’ to encourage the next person to break their cane.” said Mr. Ford before pushing the ginger fig further in, so that it was surfaced with my anus and wouldn’t get in the way of the canes. He then applied some oil to increase the sting.
“Take a deep breath in before each strike, if the ginger falls out, I will put a bigger fresher one back in.”
“THWACK! AHHHHHH OWW, ONE, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK!! SHHHHHHHHH, TWO, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK!!! AIEEEEEEEE OUCHY!!, THREE, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
I had a firm strong bottom, but it was a bottom against wooden canes after all. It did not seem like these thick wooden canes would break anytime soon.
“THWACK!!!! OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF oow!!, SIX, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK!!!! SHSHSHSHSHSSHHHHH!!, SEVEN, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK!!!!! FUCC (almost cussed)!!, EIGHT, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
Every time I pushed the ginger fig out even slightly from the shear pressure of the caning, Mr. Ford would push it right back to where it was in the beginning. After so much clenching from the strikes, the ginger was really starting to burn. My anus was on fire and it kept increasing.
The strikes on the sit spots and the thighs made me want to cry, the sting was horrific.
“THWACK!!!!! AHHHHHH!!, NINETEEN, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK! BITC AHH (almost cussed)!, TWENTY, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
They then decided to take a break on the couch behind them and have a drink before the next round. They sat their with the perfect view of my bottom. They sat there all comfortable whilst I maintained position in pain.
I then overheard their conversation. “She’s a strong girl. Feels great to vent out on such a beauty in a long while. Love how that belly piercing moves on those strong abs every time we strike her along with that lovely reaction on her face.” Said Mr. Orton.
I felt sexy having my body commented on in that position. I enjoyed hearing them as they appreciated my body. Despite being in great pain I was more relaxed than before and I was beginning to feel turned on.
They then got up for the second round. “Her bottom and thighs have welts already, hopefully one of our canes breaks before her welts open. Let’s say, if that happens, we call it a draw.” said Mr. Ford.
Mr. Ford proceed to put metal clamps on my nipples. Right on the edge so it would hurt like a motherfucker when moving after every strike.
“THWACK!!!!! UMMM UHH!!, TWENTY ONE, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK!!!!! UHH OFFFFFF!!, TWENTY TWO, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
As I got in the zone and started enjoying the pain a little, my cries after each strike sounded more sexual. Almost as if I liked it. This provoked the two very horny men and encouraged them to cane me harder.
My nipple clamps would move violently back and forth getting ever so slightly closer to falling off, but never quite falling off.
“THWACK!!!!! OWWWW ummh!!, TWENTY FIVE, Thank you Mr. Ford. Harder PLEASE!”
“THWACK CRACK!!!!! SHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!, TWENTY SIX, Thank you Mr. Orton. Harder PLEASE!”
The cane snapped. Excruciatingly painful.
“Patricia, keep position until told to move. Mr. Orton has won by the way.” said Mr. Ford.
Mr. Ford then held the ginger fig and removed it. The uncomfortable feeling of having something stuck up there went away, but the burning was still just as bad. He then applied some sort of ointment on my fresh welts which hurt so much I almost screamed. The clamps were then removed, only increasing the pain temporarily on my numb nipples.
“Okay Patricia. Get up. We will have a few more drinks now. Would you mind us pleasuring you after this hard punishment?” asked Mr. Ford. “Sir, I would love to.” I replied.
Mr. Ford tied my hands to a hook hanging from the celling and placed a light blindfold on me that allowed me to see a little if I tried hard enough. They sat on two bar stools opposite to each other and I was in the middle. Mr. Ford also put me in high heels. They then started feeling me and I immediately opened my legs inviting them to pleasure my pussy.
What a great way to end a semester.