I brought the cane up sharply as it struck her outthrust bottom. I had aimed low, so the cane burned in just an inch above the tender crease dividing her white bottom cheeks from the tops of her thighs. The impact of the cane sounded like a pistol shot.
Joey didn't move for a second, her body stunned, the impact of the cane too much to respond to all at once.
Then her head snapped up, and she let out a long gutteral moan, her rear mounds compressing hard and then surging up as she tried to escape the stinging impact of the cane.
From "Joey's Punishment" by Anonymous