Miss Ackroyd, Peter and I had just finished a 3 hour session. We were out of time but despite having been given a severe caning in "Dirty Stop Out 2" Peter thought he'd escaped fairly lightly. I couldn't resist. You know how I love to give a caning, the harder, more brutal and sadistic the better. "Go through to the other room and pick a cane" I told him. I wasn't even going to film this but he gave Miss Ackroyd a wink and she grabbed the camera. I came in wearing a genuine 1950's satin bustier and vintage satin French knickers, black stockings, suspenders and high heels. He bent over the horse and I began..... I had no idea how many strokes I would give him but they would all be VERY hard, After a few I changed to my favourite cane, it's more vicious than the one he chose. I made him count. He knew I wouldn't stop at 6, possibly 12 or 18. 24? No, 36? Still caning, ever harder! I even took my high heels off so I could REALLY cane him hard. Every brutal stroke was agony for him but he knew he had to take whatever I gave him. This may have been an "extra-curricular caning" but I'm ALWAYS in charge! You can just hear Miss Ackroyd's concern for Peter as I lashed his backside relentlessly and she is no stranger to giving SAVAGE canings. He certainly didn't think I'd go past 48. Gripping the cane so hard made my palm sweat and one stroke was way off target but even at this stage I made him count it again. God, I was enjoying this. This wasn't a caning, this was a THRASHING. Endorphins were giving us both a buzz. Sadistic? Fun? You decide. We both looked pleased with ourselves at the end, though. As if I'd let him off lightly! NO CHANCE!