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M's Story

... her position on her own or face punishment. At this, the tears flowed freely, releasing all the tension and pressures of her life outside this room. She wanted to please him but she was not at all sure she could do as ordered. He stood next to the bed and rubbed the cool wood of the paddle on the burning flesh of her ass cheeks. He told her to count and make sure to keep up or he'd have to start again. He asked if she understood and she no more than got the "yes Sir" out before he started paddling her fast and hard. She messed up the count three times in a row before he even got to twenty but kept her position and she blubbered an apology through her tears each time. And each time, he stroked her hair and kissed her temple and assured her it was all right and that they would just have to start again. Finally, probably because his arm was getting tired, she kept up with the count up to fifty and he stopped. The arrest of the blows did not help. Her ass throbbed and the tears continued to fall as she sobbed into the pillow, the pain and submission releasing from her feelings of relief and, in a strange way, contentment. Over her sobs she heard the unmistakable sound of a cane slicing through the air. She had fought so hard to keep her position with the paddle, could she possibly do it with the cane? He tapped it against her stinging flesh and seeing her tense, assured her there would not be too many this time. He told her he just wanted to put a few stripes to finish off the ...

... change in color he had wanted. He made sure she was ready and he brought the cane down. When it struck her, she screamed and her arms and legs pulled in reflexively. Terrified she thrust them back out hoping he hadn't noticed but knowing he had. After thanking her for getting so quickly back into position and tapped the can against her ass again. Nine more times the cane fell, each more merciless than the last. When she heard the cane hit the floor she was so relieved she bawled like a child and lost herself to the emotion. She did not know how long she'd been crying when he felt her stroking her hair and whispering in her ear how proud he was of her and how wonderful a sub she was. She managed to choke out a thank you and felt him wipe the tears from her cheek. When she had calmed sufficiently, he had her kneel briefly on the floor as he prepared the bed. He laid down a crisp, white, flat sheet on the bed over the covers. He had her lay down on the bed on her back. She winced as her tender ass hit the sheet. No matter how high the thread count was it felt like sandpaper. Then he clipped her wrists into one spreader bar and tied it off to the posts at the head of the bed and her ankles into another and tied that off to those at the foot. Finally, he tied each side of the belt to the frame and asked her to try and wiggle. She had a little movement so he set about tightening some of the ropes and had her try again. This time, nothing. Only her head could move at all. She was ...