“You’ve wasted far too much money on these. Tonight I’ll give you a chance to get your money’s worth.”
She was referring to the four canes I’d bought. Having watched an impatient stamp to her feet when I bought the last one I should’ve expected this. But she’d never once complained when a new blouse or skirt arrived.
“I’m going to give you a chance to sing about them to me.”
I wasn’t gagged. My arms and legs were bound to one of those very short stepladders you can buy at Home Depot. She’d tied me tightly down in front and carefully pointed my bottom upwards.
Tonight she wanted a full audio stream of my pain.
“Poor foolish toy, you’ve told me they are each different. Tonight you’ll get a chance to prove it to me.”
Cane one was very flexible. Slowly, carefully she traced a route from just above my knee to just below my kidney. With a cane like that she couldn’t do more than make me “Oh” and “Ah” without breaking it.
“You liked that didn’t you?” Truth be told I did. It hurt but not too much.
Cane two was only a bit less flexible. When I wasn’t flinching another part of my mind was admiring her controlled technique. She didn’t hit me harder because the tougher cane hurt worse. My”Ohs” were louder but not too much so.
“Now I think you’ll begin to understand I’m serious.”
She was right. Cane three was tough. I yelped a little more loudly with each blow.
I heard her boots trail out of the room. Then back.
“You remember that warm cream you bought? I’ve never seen much use for it, but may be tonight it will help you learn.”
The cream wasn’t much more than Vaseline with a few hot spices. As she lathered it over my wounded thighs and buttocks I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
When I quieted down the room was silent except for the deep breathing of her nostrils.
“Now little worthless man let us see how this cane strikes you.”
She didn’t have to hit harder than she did the first time. My wounded flesh would’ve flinched under anything. And this cane bent not at all and hurt as badly as the three prior canes combined.
“Hmm, I love to watch you try to wriggle away.” The more cheerfully she gloated the nastier it seemed.
With each stroke I found myself promising to “do anything,” saying “please,” guaranteeing I’d “behave.’ She loved to listen to me beg. Not that I was doing it to please here. Once you pass a certain point of pain you beg even though you know it won’t help. You can’t stop yourself. Once I’d shouted for ‘mommie’ – well it worked when I was six. I never did again. For some reason that angered her and earned me an extra ten vicious lashes with her most brutal flogger.
“That was ten.”
I relaxed. When the stinging surprise of another blow slammed into my buttocks I screamed. Only three more followed. Having thought my punishment had ended and not knowing how many more were coming made them seem worse than the forty that proceeded them.
“Sometimes a girl just can’t stop herself from having a good time.”
Too Many Canes (F/m Corporal Punishment)
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