Danny's Desire - Sex Stories

Danny's Desire

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Danny made sure that his shirt was well above his waist as he bent down onto the caning table and stretched his arms clasping hold of the far end. He knew that his bare bottom was now totally unprotected and ready to be caned. So, now he was faced with the reality of the fantasy that he had had so many times and he certainly hoped that Tom was exaggerating in terms of the pain.

Danny felt the cane being rubbed from side to side across his bottom and Mrs Marshall announced, "Seven strokes. Four for the double detention and three extras for not having to sit the detention."

Danny realised that Mrs Marsh didn't ask for his agreement so he remained silent. At least he was silent until that first stroke bit into his bottom, and he yelped. There was no doubt in his mind that that was the most pain that he had ever been in. He wondered how he would deal with any more strokes when, the next moment, the cane bit into his bottom for the second stroke and he yelped again. My goodness, Danny thought to himself, Tom really was right about the amount of pain. The third stroke landed, and he yelped once again. Somehow, he managed to keep a hold of the far end of the table and told himself to focus on that for the rest of the caning.

Danny couldn't stop himself sniffing which he was pretty sure meant that he was close to crying. As the fourth stroke bit into his bottom, and he yelped again, he did manage to open his eyes and realised that his vision was blurred. The ...

... fifth stroke followed and he yelped again and was pretty sure tears were dribbling down his face. How could they because, at his age, he should be able to cope with something as straightforward as this? However, Tom did tell him that he wasn't going to enjoy any part of the caning and as the sixth landed that was once again confirmed.

Danny knew from what he had seen on the websites he had looked at that the final stroke was always the hardest. When that seventh stroke did bite into his bottom, he knew that was true as he yelped again and hissed in and out through clenched teeth which helped calm himself down. He even kept a hold of the far end of the table which he saw as a triumph. Then, once calmer, on the one hand, he was glad that the punishment was over, but on the other, he realised it was going to be so humiliating for him to stand up and for Mrs Marsh to see him crying.

Danny heard Mrs Marsh say in a still very stern voice, "Okay, Danny, you can get up now. Get dressed and then come out and see me in my study."

Danny heard Mrs Marsh leaving the punishment room as he pushed himself up. He couldn't understand why he was struggling so much and as soon as he did stand up, he couldn't stop himself clutching and rubbing his stinging bottom. This was even worse than crying, he told himself.

Even so, Danny went over to the table where his clothes were, stepped back into his underpants releasing the elastic quite gently just in case it stung his bottom which was ...