Tim placed the cane on my bare bottom and I braced myself for the first stroke. He swished it up into the air and my eyes clenched tight with a mixture of anticipation and dread. But instead of the hard smack I was expecting, all of a sudden I felt the tip of the cane caress my throbbing pussy.

I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

'Well, well,' said Tim. 'You are a naughty girl. I think I need to find another way to punish you.'

He tugged at my arm and led me a chair.

'Bend down and lean on there,' he ordered.

I did so. I didn't know what to expect.

Tim stood in front of me and only then did I notice the extent of the shaft protruding from his trousers. He unzipped and pulled out his thick cock.

'I think you should suck this, don't you?' he said.

I smiled.'Yes, sir,' I said.

'And then I can give you the seeing to you deserve,' he added with a swish of his cane.

I couldn't wait to get my mouth around it and feel his juices trickle all over my tongue.

But before I could reach my head across, there was a knock at the door. Straightaway it opened.

Tim didn't have a chance to say anything. But right in front of me I saw his cock stiffen even more.

Then he said: 'You, young lady, are a really very bad girl indeed.'

I hadn't moved. I knew he wasn't referring to me.

I cocked my head round as far as I could without moving my hands from the chair.It was just who I suspected it would be. Charlotte. My eyes were drawn straight to her blouse which had been ruffled open to reveal a very tight white bra indeed, her tits practically bulging out with her tie dangling in between. And I could tell by the size of his cock that Tom's eyes had been drawn there too.

'Change places the two of you,' he ordered.

I felt like protesting. But somehow I thought it wouldn't bring me the caning I was beginning to desire.

Disappointed I stood up and pulled up my knickers. I brushed past Charlotte and she assumed the position.

Tim held his cock to her lips and quite unexpectedly handed me the cane.

'If she fails to satisfy me,' he said, 'then I want you to give her ten strokes.'

By rights I should have just walked out. There was no way Charlotte wasn't going to satisfy time. Already she had cupped his balls in her hand and was licking the bottom of his shaft. With the other hand she freed her wanton tits and thrust his cock between them. Almost immediately a spurt of cum ricocheted all over her face and Tim let out a moan. There was no doubt. He was satisfied.

Charlotte looked round and gave me another one of her smug and victorious grins.

I went into automatic. How dare she!

I found myself using the cane to flick up her skirt with one hand and pinning her to the chair with the other.

There was a thwack. And another. And another.

Before I knew it I had given Charlotte ten of the best.

She was fuming. She broke free of my grip and started hitting me. Soon we were fighting like a pair of errant schoolgirls.

That was when Tim resumed the role of strict headmaster.

'Stop it!' he yelled. We both froze. I bit my lip and noticed that Tim was still very hard. But now I didn't think it was me he wanted to punish.

Sure enough, this time it was Charlotte who he yanked by the ear. He led her to the corner.

'Stand there, hands on head,' he said.

Charlotte did as she was told.

Then Tim came for me. He grabbed my arm and ushered me over the end of the bed. It took him seconds to whip up my skirt and yank down my knickers again, like I was in for a real hard thrashing. Only now I didn't desire it. I felt it was only for the benefit of Charlotte in the corner.

Then Tim placed a mirror at the top of the bed so that when I looked ahead of me I could see Charlotte. Her hands were still on her head but boy was she smiling.

I closed my eyes and braced myself for the first stroke. Again Tim teased me by rubbing the tip of the cane between my thighs.

Then I realised something. It was too thick to be a cane. With a thrust it slipped into me and out again. Then in and out. I felt Tim's hands rummage under my blouse. They reached up and cupped my tits.

Suddenly his mouth was by my ear.

He whispered: 'It was you I wanted all the time.'

He continued to fuck me. I looked ahead into the mirror. Charlotte was almost in tears.

The next time I looked Tim had filled me with his juice. And Charlotte was gone.

I stayed the night of course and Tim rewarded me with a few more repeat performances.

But by morning I was yearning for something more. Something Tim hadn't yet done.

It was only when I was getting up and accidentally knocked a CD of his on the floor, breaking the case, that I knew what I had to do. I brushed the pieces under the bed and left the remaining case by Tim's slippers for him to discover. I had a good feeling he would find the bad girl responsible.