I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother. - Sex Stories

I Learn About My Sapphic Sexuality And Cane A Wilful Daughter And Her Mother.

... relief during local holidays at resorts where like-minded ladies congregated.

Without the experience of giving or receiving canings, I read it up on the internet and found an amazing amount of advice! I had to find a member of staff who would be present during the canings. It wasn’t a surprise that it was the local staff gym teacher, and I interviewed her. We politely discussed the fact that I knew about her sexuality.

She said, “Don’t worry. I regard our pupils as the ‘forbidden fruit,’ at least until they leave us. I can contain myself on the school property.”

Unfortunately, we were both on the ‘butch’ side of our coin, the gym teacher being more so than I. Perhaps the lady had not realised I was of a mildly Sapphic persuasion. She said nothing, nor made any sign that she had guessed during our meeting.

The serious discipline problems were almost all amongst the expatriate children. Too many of the expatriate girls behaved like little madams, looking down on the locals. A swift, hard application of the cane to their pretty bottoms was very much in order. Drugs were too easily available in the city and we had a problem with it. The school used a trained sniffer dog regularly and without fail; it found drugs.

So we had a problem with the expatriate girls and drugs. If a girl tested positive for drug consumption or was found in possession, we informed the parents. They had the choice of the girl leaving the school or submitting to three canings of a hard six of ...

... the best applied at two-week intervals after the first caning. I or the gym teacher gave them on a Friday at the finish of the school’s teaching hours. A girl had all week to think about what was coming, and she would be sore all weekend.

The policy, to which the parents had signed up, described this and the vast majority of the parents went for the caning option. There were always a few very sore girls who paid the price for their stupidity. I would line them up outside the office and they would draw tickets to determine the order in which I would cane them. It did them the world of good to wait outside listening to the sounds of the caning and the screams of the girl to whom it was being applied.

The gym teacher would be there and hold down any girl who tried to stand up or otherwise obstruct the caning. This lady was always a little flushed in the face, even if she had made no physical effort during the proceedings and I could see her squeezing the cheeks of her cute bottom together! When the gym teacher caned a girl, she carried it out in the gym with me present and I thought, did it harder than me. One tough girl asked for two lots of nine strokes, and I granted her this. Of course, I did them extra hard, and the last three with the thicker cane.

“Complain to your parents, if you dare,” I said to her.

The discipline policy worked wonders. Most of the parents said their daughters hated my canings and said it did them the world of good. Caning the girls ‘on the ...