Cornwallis Gets The Cane 1920x1080 Version

Featuring Sascha as Cornwallis Pandora as De Montfort Josie Harrison-Marks as the Headmistress Mrs Sutherland. Cornwallis and her close friend De Montfort had been caught red-handed smoking cigarettes behind the old sports pavilion on the school grounds. The news reached the formidable Headmistress, Mrs Sutherland, within minutes. She was determined to get to the bottom of exactly where the girls had obtained the cigarettes. Summoned to her private study, the two sixth-form girls stood nervously before the Headmistress’s large oak desk. Mrs Sutherland’s voice was icy as she demanded to know their source. Despite repeated questioning, both girls stubbornly refused to reveal anything. “Very well,” Mrs Sutherland said calmly, her eyes narrowing. “If you will not tell me, then you will both be punished most severely. Cornwallis, you will be dealt with first. Bend over the desk.” Cornwallis’s heart pounded as she stepped forward. She lifted her short pleated skirt and slowly lowered her white cotton panties to her knees, fully exposing her smooth, plump, and perfectly spankable bare bottom. She bent over the polished oak desk, arching her back and pushing her round cheeks out for punishment. Mrs Sutherland selected a long, supple rattan cane and flexed it between her hands. “You will receive twelve hard strokes,” she announced sternly. “You will count every single one out loud and thank me after each stroke. If you fail to do so, or if you move out of position, we will start again from the beginning. Do you understand?” “Yes, Headmistress,” Cornwallis replied in a small voice. Mrs Sutherland tapped the cane lightly across the centre of Cornwallis’s bare bottom, measuring her aim. “Very well. We shall begin.” THWACK! The cane landed with a sharp, explosive crack right across the middle of her bottom. A vivid red line instantly appeared. “One… thank you, Headmistress,” Cornwallis gasped. Mrs Sutherland paused for a moment before continuing. “You and De Montfort clearly think the rules of this school do not apply to you. Smoking on school grounds is a serious offence. Refusing to tell me where you obtained the cigarettes is even worse.” THWACK! “Two… thank you, Headmistress!” “Three… thank you, Headmistress!” By the fourth stroke, Cornwallis was already struggling to keep still. The cane was biting deeply into her tender flesh, leaving raised, burning welts. “You will learn that defiance will not be tolerated in this school,” Mrs Sutherland continued, her voice cold and measured. “If you are not prepared to be honest, then you will be punished until you understand the consequences of your actions.” THWACK! THWACK! “Five… Six! Ow… thank you, Headmistress!” Cornwallis’s voice was beginning to waver. Her bottom was now a bright, angry red, with several distinct welts already forming across both cheeks. Mrs Sutherland laid the next strokes lower, targeting the sensitive undercurve of her bottom. THWACK! “Seven… ahh! Thank you, Headmistress!” “Eight… oh! Thank you, Headmistress!” By the eighth stroke, Cornwallis was rising onto her toes, her legs trembling as she fought to stay in position. The cane was leaving vivid, raised lines that stood out sharply against her crimson skin. “You are both old enough to know better,” Mrs Sutherland said, her tone hardening. “Sixth-form girls should be setting an example, not behaving in such a childish manner. This caning is going to be a lesson you will remember for a very long time.” THWACK! THWACK! “Nine… Ten! Oh god… thank you, Headmistress!” Tears were now forming in Cornwallis’s eyes. Her bottom was a mass of burning welts, throbbing painfully with every heartbeat. Mrs Sutherland delivered the final two strokes with particular severity, aiming them across the already well-marked sit-spots. THWACK! “Eleven… thank you, Headmistress!” Cornwallis cried out, her voice breaking. THWACK! “Twelve… thank you, Headmistress!” she sobbed, finally allowing a few tears to fall. Mrs Sutherland stepped back and surveyed her work. Cornwallis’s bottom was a deep, angry scarlet, covered in twelve distinct, raised welts that criss-crossed her cheeks and upper thighs. The skin was hot and swollen, and several of the strokes had left particularly vivid marks. “You may stand up,” Mrs Sutherland said. Cornwallis rose slowly, her hands instinctively moving towards her throbbing bottom before she stopped herself. She stood with her head bowed, tears running down her face, her well-caned bottom on full display. Mrs Sutherland turned her cool, stern gaze to the anxiously waiting De Montfort, who was watching with wide, fearful eyes. “Your turn, De Montfort,” she said. “And I can assure you, it will be every bit as severe — if not more so. Bend over the desk.” Text by Mistress Eleise The video "Cornwallis Gets The Cane (2005)" is a short erotic corporal punishment film produced by Cliff James.