Alice in Thunderland - Sex Stories

Alice in Thunderland

... see him, swishing the rod back and forth in his hand. Not only was it a single switch, he had stripped all of the twig branches from it so it was more like a small, whippy cane. It had a much different sound than had the whisk as he snapped it back and forth. It almost sounded alive, like an angry insect waiting to strike. Again, Alice could not see him, but she could hear the buzzing of the single switch. She could feel herself tensing her asscheeks waiting for the strike, but it did not come. Then the sound stopped. It was silent for five or ten seconds. She felt herself start to relax. Just as the muscles of her asscheeks unclenched, there was a rapid buzz followed by an immediate very sharp smack. That was followed by Alice’s scream. “I’m sorry, Master,” she sobbed. “It took me by surprise and yes, it was much more painful than the bundle of switches. I intended to remain quiet. Truly I did, but I couldn’t.” “You wanted to be overwhelmed, and you were,” he said. He patted her ass and ran his fingers over the thin welt created by the switch.“Be careful what you wish for. You may get it.” He continued lightly running his fingertips along the small raised welts left by the switches. “It would seem our little experiment has been a success, hasn’t it, Alice?” “Yes, sir,” she answered. “A single switch does hurt much more than a bundle of switches.” “But there was a second experiment,” he said. “Do you know what that was?” “No, sir,” she answered. “This,” he said as he ran ...

... his fingers through her slit. “The experiment was to determine if you would remain wet during the birching.” He held his hand in front of her face and continued, “Not only did you remain wet...” he thrust his fingers into her mouth and she quickly cleaned them with her tongue. “... but you flowed in even greater quantities.” He raised her head so that she was looking into his eyes. “Did you know that your sex juices are running down the insides of your legs?” Alice reddened with embarrassment. “No, sir, I didn’t know.” “There is no shame in that,” he said. “It means that you are meant for this room and this room is meant for you.” He raised the upper portion of the stock and smiled at her. “Let’s overwhelm you in a different way. Please move over to the cross and stand with your back against it.” Alice did as she was instructed and he bound her wrists and ankles with the restraints which were attached to the cross. The cross was slanted slightly so as she was pulled tightly against it she was also pulled back slightly off of her feet. He now stood in front of her, but she could not see what he had in his hands. She felt herself trembling slightly. Was it fear? Was it anticipation? “Close your eyes.” She did so. “You do not have to remain quiet. You may scream and yell as much as you want.” The trembling was now almost a shaking as Alice waited for whatever it was to assail her body. Was it better to tighten her muscles or to relax them in preparation for the blow. And then she ...