'Take off the rest of your uniform, ' the woman went on. 'Remove your knickers. Bend over. Hold your ankles.'
Susan obeyed, as though programmed to do so. Bent from the waist with her bottom bared and defenceless, she felt the cane moving between her thighs. The tip rose between her knees and flicked from side to side.
'Open your legs, Henderson.' Eighteen-year-old auburn-haired beauty, Susan, reluctantly joins...