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Authors: Louise O Weston
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If I'm honest, however much I'm afraid of the caning he's promised me, there's an element of the thrill of danger about that - the real fear is whether that is all I'll get from him. I won't be in a position to call for help and there must be a possibility that he wants sex as well. I'm in no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of whacking my bottom. The thing is, I might be in a distinctly small minority for girls of my age, and especially for a student, but I am still a virgin and although I've begun to think seriously lately about changing that situation, I don't think this is the way I want it to be. Besides I don't take the pill or anything like that - final decision (I think) is that if he asks for sex I say no - if he insists and has a condom with him I'll probably give in.
What should I wear? He said not to wear any good clothes because of where we're going but my denim jeans are rather on the tight side and it's not my intention to go out of my way to turn him on. He also suggested I didn't wear tights or stockings, which worried me a bit, b ut we're going out into the country and he said something about them catching on bushes.
The final decision is for my old denim skirt - it's not too short (just above the knee) and the material is about the thickest and most protective I've got. A decent pair of knickers is essential – nothing too thin or skimpy today. A polo necked sweater with nothing underneath - well, it's a reasonable sort of day and I very rarely think of wearing a bra when I'm dressing casually just because I don't like the things. White ankle socks and trainers complete the picture. As usual for any occasion I'm worried about, I'm ready ages too soon - he's not picking me up in the car until half twelve.
The journey in the car is strange. He talks about my course at the university and where he's been for his holidays and trivia like that - almost like it's a normal day out. It doesn't take long to get out of the town and into countryside and he seems to have a clear idea of where he's going. I try to relax and join in the conversation but it is a tremendous effort. I spend a lot of the time looking down at my knees and the couple of inches of thigh visible below the skirt line and wishing I'd worn something longer.
We're in a very small lane and he suddenly turns off into an opening I hadn't even spotted - after about thirty yards it widens slightly and he pulls the car to a halt and switches off. The silence is deafening.
"Right - out we get. This is where we start walking."
I can't think of anything to say now - it's hard to believe that this is for real. I get out of the car and start to follow him along a very narrow path into the trees. He was right to tell me not to wear tights - they'd be laddered in seconds in this dense wood. We walk for a couple of minutes and then we're in a very small clearing and he stops and turns to me.
"Right Kara - this is far enough. First I require you to remove your skirt and shoes." The look of horror on my face must have been obvious.
"That's all I'm asking you to remove - I warned you that if you agreed to this I would give you a very hard caning and you can hardly expect me to allow you to wear a denim skirt for it. Besides, I have to return to the car to fetch the cane from the boot and I don't want you disappearing anywhere while I'm gone."
Reluctantly, but seeing that I have no alternative, I unzip the skirt which falls untidily to the ground. I bend to pick that up and become very quickly aware of how small the knickers that are supposed to cover my bottom really are - they may have been the best I could find but realistically they're not going to do a lot for me now. I unfasten the trainers and hand them all over to him. The ground, which is covered with twigs, old leaves and mud feels damp and strange through my socks.
"Good - now I want you to go
If I'm honest, however much I'm afraid of the caning he's promised me, there's an element of the thrill of danger about that - the real fear is whether that is all I'll get from him. I won't be in a position to call for help and there must be a possibility that he wants sex as well. I'm in no doubt that he's turned on by the idea of whacking my bottom. The thing is, I might be in a distinctly small minority for girls of my age, and especially for a student, but I am still a virgin and although I've begun to think seriously lately about changing that situation, I don't think this is the way I want it to be. Besides I don't take the pill or anything like that - final decision (I think) is that if he asks for sex I say no - if he insists and has a condom with him I'll probably give in.
What should I wear? He said not to wear any good clothes because of where we're going but my denim jeans are rather on the tight side and it's not my intention to go out of my way to turn him on. He also suggested I didn't wear tights or stockings, which worried me a bit, b ut we're going out into the country and he said something about them catching on bushes.
The final decision is for my old denim skirt - it's not too short (just above the knee) and the material is about the thickest and most protective I've got. A decent pair of knickers is essential – nothing too thin or skimpy today. A polo necked sweater with nothing underneath - well, it's a reasonable sort of day and I very rarely think of wearing a bra when I'm dressing casually just because I don't like the things. White ankle socks and trainers complete the picture. As usual for any occasion I'm worried about, I'm ready ages too soon - he's not picking me up in the car until half twelve.
The journey in the car is strange. He talks about my course at the university and where he's been for his holidays and trivia like that - almost like it's a normal day out. It doesn't take long to get out of the town and into countryside and he seems to have a clear idea of where he's going. I try to relax and join in the conversation but it is a tremendous effort. I spend a lot of the time looking down at my knees and the couple of inches of thigh visible below the skirt line and wishing I'd worn something longer.
We're in a very small lane and he suddenly turns off into an opening I hadn't even spotted - after about thirty yards it widens slightly and he pulls the car to a halt and switches off. The silence is deafening.
"Right - out we get. This is where we start walking."
I can't think of anything to say now - it's hard to believe that this is for real. I get out of the car and start to follow him along a very narrow path into the trees. He was right to tell me not to wear tights - they'd be laddered in seconds in this dense wood. We walk for a couple of minutes and then we're in a very small clearing and he stops and turns to me.
"Right Kara - this is far enough. First I require you to remove your skirt and shoes." The look of horror on my face must have been obvious.
"That's all I'm asking you to remove - I warned you that if you agreed to this I would give you a very hard caning and you can hardly expect me to allow you to wear a denim skirt for it. Besides, I have to return to the car to fetch the cane from the boot and I don't want you disappearing anywhere while I'm gone."
Reluctantly, but seeing that I have no alternative, I unzip the skirt which falls untidily to the ground. I bend to pick that up and become very quickly aware of how small the knickers that are supposed to cover my bottom really are - they may have been the best I could find but realistically they're not going to do a lot for me now. I unfasten the trainers and hand them all over to him. The ground, which is covered with twigs, old leaves and mud feels damp and strange through my socks.
"Good - now I want you to go
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