Page 73 of Dr. Bad Boy

I glide my hand over her ass, then give each cheek a sharp slap. I love to see my hand print appear on her pale skin. I’d love to see the red welts of my cane in contrast to her ivory complexion, but I think it will be quite some time before she’ll be able to take a caning without any warm-up, so welts against pink, it will be.

Using the ruler, I gently tap her ass all over. I want her ass as uniform in colour as I can get it for her warm up so when I lay down the cane stripes, there will be a definite contrast.

When I’m satisfied with the colouring from the ruler, I’m almost ready to move on to the leather strap for a deeper pink.

But first, I have a little surprise for my naughty student. Reaching into my right front pocket, I pull out a small zip-close freezer bag and hold it in front of Violet. “Know what this is?”

“No, Sir.”

From the puzzled look on her face, she’s telling me the truth. “It’s ginger root that I lovingly peeled and carved this afternoon just for you.”

The size of it doesn’t even come close to the plugs I’ve been using to train her ass, but evil me is very much looking forward to her reaction.

The purpose of the exercise is to torture her asshole, not my dick, so I pull out an exam glove from another pocket and snap it on before pulling the ginger plug from the small bag.

“This is called figging, Violet. Have you heard of that?”

She surprises me by nodding.

“Where did a model student like you learn about such a filthy act?”

She smirks. “We both know I'm not a model student.”

“Good. Then I can assume you've also learned about safewords?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe not a model student, but apparently an advanced one. Tell me what yours are, Ms. Roberts.”

“Red and yellow.”

“And your colour right now?”

“Green.”

“Excellent.”

Lube isn’t necessary, and in fact, is undesirable as it diminishes the effect of the ginger, which is slippery enough to insert without more discomfort than intended.

Using my fingers and thumb of my left hand, I part her cheeks, then place position the plug at her exposed asshole and slide it quickly into place before she has a chance to react. “Whatever you do, Violet, do not let it go. Safeword if you need to.”

As soon as I dispose of the glove, I pick up the strap. I begin a little on the gentle side because we’ve had a little time since I’d pinked her up with the ruler.

“Is this supposed to burn, Principal Donovan?”

“Absolutely, Violet.”

“Not the answer I was looking for.”

“What was that?” I ask as I squeeze her ass-cheeks together.

“Thank you?”

I resume my rhythm with the strap and it’s hard not to chuckle every time she clenches her ass from a smack and then loosens it right away from the increased intensity of the ginger.

Once I think she’s the right shade of pink, I switch out the strap for the cane I’ve been itching to use for weeks.

I pin her wrists to the small of her back with one hand, then lay the first stripe across her sit-spot. It’s my favourite area to place the harder strokes because I want them to remind her of me whenever she sits down.

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