Punished By My Lesbian Best Friend: Lesbian Romance Erotica No.3

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I took the punishment book out of my desk and placed it on top of it. Then I turned to the implements that were traditionally used at my office. The three canes, junior, senior and a straight-ended, short nursery cane, were at their place in a cupboard. My heavy, rubber-soled plimsoll resided in its desk drawer, from where I took it and placed it on my desk. The wooden ruler already lay there.

I was not looking forward to this. Only very rarely a pupil had to report to my office twice in such a short time. She had already received a severe caning on her last visit, and it positively looked like it hadn’t been enough to teach her a lesson. I have more often seen the aftermath—scars, burns, lashes—the traces but not the trauma that reside below the surface,” Meiselas adds. “The everydayness of this engagement haunted me for a long time about the comfort of cruelty.” Now, you well know that the rules are clear on this. Each pupil has to wear full and clean uniform. And you will, too. When I have dealt with you. Understood?” The two girls entered my office. Jenny Woods was 15, Caroline Fletcher was 17. She was from the same class that Peter Williams came from.They both flushed a little. Jenny Woods eyes went wide as she saw the two canes resting on my desk. Suki Watanabe was just passing by. “She is still sore, sleeping on her belly each night. But yes, I saw her shortening her skirt up this morning. Hell, you should see her poor bum, I’ve never had it that worse…” Wills, Lafleur, Goodwyn. I want you to witness what happens to those who don’t learn from their first visit here. Turn around and watch closely.” Many documentary photographers have found their way into dungeons where the limits of sexuality are tested and fantasies are played out, turning their lens on this underworld of pleasure and pain. And they’ve emerged with quite different views of the proceedings.

I stood up and walked around her, watching her closely. ‘Yes, today she got it right’ I thought to myself as I finished my short inspection of her uniform. I had the other three come to my desk and take their punishment information cards. I then dismissed them and had Woods face my desk. Stephanie Trilling, manager of community awareness and prevention services at the Boston Area Rape Crisis (BARCC), observes that for her queer female clients who have been assaulted by women, the first hurdle is simply understanding the assault as rape. Since this scenario is rarely portrayed in the media or in educational programming, "it can be especially challenging to identify their experience as violence," she says. "Many people have a difficult time believing that a woman could be capable of inflicting violence on another person."My breath caught in my throat then. She had never done this before, never touched me so openly. Her hands wandered to my waist teasing the fabric of my dress as she continued. I sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk and took hold of Jennys arm. Like a much younger girl, I guided her over my knee. With a few short moves I adjusted her position to my liking and then adressed the three pupils still standing there, nose to the wall. The fuqaha’ are agreed that there is no hadd punishment for lesbianism, because it is not zina. Rather a ta’zeer