Abigail's Game Change – Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Abigail's Game Change – Chapter 1

... and seen that the pain would only increase. With that, he knew that he was enjoying the humiliation, just as he had hoped that he would. So, preparing himself for the serious pain to come, he looked at the floor behind him and saw Abigail's bare legs, now with both slippers removed, and saw her calf muscles tense which told him that the cane was on its way down for the second stroke.

Moments later he yelped because the pain was fiercer than after the first stroke. Would he be able to take six strokes, he asked himself before suddenly realising that he didn't know how many strokes Abigail was going to give him because she hadn't said. Had she done that intentionally to assert her control or was it an omission? He actually hoped it was the former and felt even more excited at that thought.

Abigail landed the third stroke, now aiming to land each stroke one below the other so there were tram lines painted across Malcolm's bottom. She also reckoned that if she didn't leave more than a few seconds between each stroke the pain would be even greater, and so that was what she did. Moments later she landed the fourth stroke and a few moments after that the fifth stroke and a few moments after that the sixth stroke. Each time she heard Malcolm's gasp get louder and louder but as he stayed in position, she reckoned that he was up for that.

Malcolm had kept count of the strokes and realised that was the sixth. He therefore looked behind him to gauge whether Abigail's calf ...

... muscles tensed again, and it was then that he realised that his eyes were now blurred. Of course, his bottom was also stinging with the pain and whilst part of him said he wondered what more strokes would feel like, he was thinking that maybe six was enough. Then, of course, he thought about the videos he had watched of men receiving forty-eight or sixty strokes and knew that he would be a wimp if six was all that he could take.

In the event, the decision was, of course, taken away from him by the dominant Abigail, as the seventh stroke bit into his bottom and this time he yelped because of the surprise. It didn't end there, because moments later the eighth stroke landed, and a few moments after that the ninth stroke. Now Malcolm knew he really was struggling and fighting to keep hold of the seat of the chair because he still didn't want to appear the wimp to Abigail.

As Abigail landed the tenth stroke, she realised that she was running out of bottom, and so started to work her way back up, landing the eleventh stroke which she saw slightly crisscrossed two of the previous strokes, and then the twelfth stroke, and each time Malcolm gasped or yelped, which in Abigail's mind she showed that he really was struggling.

Malcolm was struggling with the pain but was also relishing it. He had hoped that the pain would bring him pleasure and it certainly was. He could only see Abigail's blurred legs now but pictured them as they were and loved it that she was handling the caning so ...