The punishment - Sex Stories

The punishment

... condemning me too knowing now what was to happen and he remembered thinking ‘god knows what Dawn must be going through waiting the pain she knows is to come !’ As he stooped to secure my last wrist I silently mouthed to Andy that I loved him. He nodded his actions telling me it was mutual. He returned to Ray and was given the choice of standing behind me or in front. He didn`t want to see the pain on my face or my tears so he chose to stand behind me out of my line of sight, I was glad as I would have cracked much earlier seeing his face during the caning. Ray now picked up a cane and swished it about then took a stand behind me and started to stroke her arse and rub a finger between my cheeks, the touch was electric and I knew now where the first blow would strike. I sensed him standing back the cane in hand now just touching the target, positioning it, savouring the moment we all knew was it was about to strike . Andy said later that He drew back and swiped at me, the sound a ‘splat’ as the cane struck, my body twitching and arching with the pain had Part of him exited and part fearful not knowing wether to stop the punishment that he knew I had agreed to or just stand and watch me suffer. For me that stroke was a red hot shaft of pain across my seat, instant heat, I am sure I cried out but could not remember, My arms, pulling automatically against the bindings, my body wriggling as best it could with the pain. Before I could draw breath there was a second, then a third. ...

... God my arse! I desperately wanted to scream but knew that would show weakness, and for Andy I wanted to be brave. There was a slight pause then again the fourth blow struck, Ray taking more time now, putting more f***e behind the stroke, each one aimed just in a different line. To Andy`s horror a red wield on the pink of my backside showed each hit. My whole arse now on fire, I lost count, I bit my lip, wishing I had a gag, tear`s began to form waiting for the next blow to fall praying the each would be the last, have mercy Ray I knew he wouldn`t, and I knew I was losing control. Andy said later my bum had been red all over since the seventh blow and I began to cry at the 9th or 10th blow, He said he was shaking. He felt sorry for me but exited at the same time, never once could he take his eyes from the marks slowly appearing across my buttocks, and had no idea if Ray was enjoying the experience at all. The 11th blow fell, God please, no more, tears falling now, sobs, gasping for breath , the last blow ripped across my skin like fire, there was silence save for my gasps and sobs, head shaking with pain fingers gripping tight to the legs of that chair, desperate to clasp my hands to my backside, expectant that they would release me. Behind me, silently Ray passed Andy a pot of soothing cream. I felt gentle hands smearing cream onto my poor hot and marked backside, me desperately trying to pull myself together, As he put it onto me the cream felt cold, balm to my hot skin, he ...