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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... away, put her arm around me, and fingered my clit again. "It's not for you, it's for me."

"If I had been quicker, I might have stopped your ordeal. I deserve a few strokes, but I'm terrified. It will be better if we do it as a group and you can support me. I've always wanted to try it, but our men are not into it."

Wife number one looked impassively but intently on. I wondered if there had been an informal trial and punishment sentence handed out to wife number two before I arrived. The other ladies took wife number two over to a chair.

The bigger one put wife number two over her knee with her bum in the air. They handed me the cane first. "Please give me four strokes each," pleaded wife number two.

"Oh well," I thought, "She has asked for it and it's nothing." The cane was quite light and whippy, about six mm in diameter and perhaps ninety cm long, and wouldn't do her much harm. "OK, here comes the first one."

I took careful aim and gave her quite a light stroke. There was just a little rushing noise as the cane sped through the air and a very subdued "CRACK" as it landed. Wife number two jerked and let out a little yelp, and a hand flew out to rub the spot.

The lady holding her made soothing noises and praised her bravery in Arabic. It was lovely how they were all so mutually supportive. I was very patient and waited for her to get ready again, giving her another stroke, very much like the first, to be rewarded with a similar reaction.

I saw wife ...

... number one look at me and frown a bit. "That's not a caning. That's just a light spanking. Give her good cuts for the last two" (Maybe there had been a trial and a sentence!) She said it with such an air of authority that she had to be obeyed.

There was an expectant hush and WHOOOSH ZWEEEP as this time the cane bit home and I followed through. A frenzied howl came from wife number two, who jumped to her feet, rubbing frantically at her bum with one hand whilst she tried to wipe away tears with the other.

There was not a murmur of criticism or admonition to be gentler to be heard! Wife number one smiled! Wife number two calmed down fairly quickly and got back over her friend's lap. "Right, my girl," I thought, "You will now find out just how much strength a British girl can have in her right arm."

I swung the cane back over my shoulder and hit her as hard as I could. There was a terrific crack as the cane bit home and you could see the force of the impact ripple out across her quite plump buttocks.

She let out a series of high-pitched squeals, got up, and collapsed onto a bed, where her lady friends and wife number one comforted her. She recovered after a little while, and I got her to stand up and knelt behind her to inspect the damage. Even the last two strokes had left only heavy red marks that would thicken into presentable welts. the cane was very light and the strokes had not broken the skin.

I gave her bum a little kiss! She would not be in much discomfort for ...