Bouquet of Bamboo

Ariadne's fumbling fingers sought, and found, the desk's far edge. She gripped, swallowing hard as her stomach stretched and her breasts moulded against the unyielding wood, threatening to burst free from her straining bra. At her ankles her stretched panties prevented her from kicking her heels to relieve the pressure. The dean maintained a meditative silence... Bamboo is a beautiful wood - more biting than the birch, whippier than the willow wand. So pliant, it spells sharp pain for all punished with the cane. Each searing stroke sounds the serpent's hiss, each crimson weal burns with a fierce bliss. Bamboo bends - as do those doomed for its vicious kiss.

For sullen student and village slut alike, no mercy must be shown - their misdeeds discovered, all must come to the cane. Submitting to the strict discipline dispensed by their stern chastisers, and surrendering to their dominants' dark desires, each must bend over, bare-bottomed, to receive their Bouquet of Bamboo...