Acting The Part - Sex Stories

Acting The Part

... the cast.

The day before our last two performances, Robert called in sick, apologising profusely. As an understudy, this meant I had to take his place. I knew the lines, but I'd never rehearsed on stage with Alice. There wasn't any difficult staging in the role, so I was confident I could manage. As a bonus, it meant I could give Alice the cane at the end of Act One.

The pad that she slipped into her knickers just before the caning scene was hidden from view behind a briefcase on the headmaster's desk. Wanting to take Alice down a peg or two and give her a real taste of the cane, I took the chance to move the pad and put it into the desk drawer.

The caning scene arrived, and I delivered my line from the front of the stage. I knew that Alice would normally have been behind me, surreptitiously putting the pad down her knickers. I finished my line and turned to face her, telling her to bend over the desk for six of the best. She looked anxiously at me and whispered quietly that the pad was missing. As I positioned her over the desk, I whispered back, saying I knew nothing about a pad, and perhaps we should have rehearsed on stage together.

With that, I then lifted her dress to expose her beautiful pert bum encased in a quite brief pair of knickers. She had been unable to find the pad hidden in the drawer. Oh, dear…

With the pretence of tucking her dress out of the way, I also took the chance to pull up her little knickers nice and tight. They slipped into her ...

... butt crack, effectively leaving her naked from the waist down. I'm sure I heard a gasp from backstage from where I normally stood watching this scene.

Then, it was time for the cane.

I didn't mess about or go lightly. I gave her six hard strokes of the cane on her bare behind. She was a real trouper and took this with the same amount of yelping as she had done on previous nights. Except tonight, her cries were for real. As was traditional, I made the last stroke the hardest of the lot, aiming it just at the sit spot at the top of her thighs. It landed with a satisfying crack and was accompanied by another plaintive cry from Alice. Her bottom now had six vivid red welts and looked really sore.

The scene ended as normal, with Alice pulling down her dress and delivering her final lines before exiting stage left. The curtain then fell to mark the end of the first half.

I thought I might now be in trouble and was expecting the worst from both the director and Alice. But the interval went without incident, as did the rest of the play. After the curtain call, Alice simply packed up her gear and left as normal. She didn't say a word. Maybe she liked the cane?

The following night was the last performance. Robert was still off sick, so I had to play the headmaster role again. I knew I couldn't get away with hiding the pad for a second time, so I left it in place on the desk.

The scene played out as normal, until I rounded the desk to lift Alice's dress for the caning. It ...