Beneath the covers on her bed
Fiona rubs her bottom red
Alas to misbehave at school
Is not a good thing as a rule
Having been called to front of class
She had to bend and show her ass
While skirt was lifted and Miss Speed
Dealt retribution for misdeed
With four cane stripes across her bum
Fiona dare not tell her mum
For fear that strap behind the door
Will but augment her troubles more
“I have a headache Mum,” she’d said
“I need to go lie down instead
Of having tea; perhaps some rest
In circumstances would be best”
Her secret safe for now at least
She wishes for the hurt to ease
And yet perversely with the pain
Strange thoughts revolve inside her brain
For though the shame cause her to fret
Her pussy has turned strangely wet
Which rubbing finds to her delight
All kinds of passion do excite
Her fingers probing, kneading, squeezing
Bring results extremely pleasing
After time she starts to spasm
Giving way to full orgasm
“Oh my God!” she squeals with glee
“Whatever has come over me?
My dear Miss Speed I love your cane
Oh please give it to me again!”
