Abigail's Game Change – Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Abigail's Game Change – Chapter 1

... well. She was a natural and was giving such a great albeit so painful lesson. His wish to be disciplined severely by a woman was indeed happening as he was being thrashed by the teenage but totally authoritative Miss Abigail.

Whilst Abigail had originally intended to land twelve strokes, she realised that she may as well keep going. After all, Malcolm was an adult and so could clearly take many more strokes than the girls at college. So, still without stopping, she landed the thirteenth stroke working her way back up Malcolm's now well-welted bottom, followed by the fourteenth stroke and then the fifteenth stroke. She wasn't even halfway back up his bottom by then and so happily landed the sixteenth stroke then the seventeenth stroke and the eighteenth, each time finding herself enjoying listening to Malcolm's louder and louder yelps.

Having given eighteen strokes, Abigail still wasn't sure whether Malcolm actually wanted more, and, stepping again slightly to the side, looked at Malcolm's penis, and saw that it had now shriveled up. Did that mean the caning should stop, she asked herself, but quickly smiled to herself and thought, why not six more?

So, the nineteenth stroke quickly followed and then the twentieth stroke and she realised that she was now getting closer to where she had started with that first stroke. Even so, the twenty-first stroke got a bit closer as did the twenty-second stroke, and then she landed both the twenty-third stroke and twenty-fourth ...

... stroke as a double very hard set of strokes on almost the same line as she had given the first stroke. By now, she could hear that Malcolm was really struggling and actually realised that he was sobbing. What a success that was, she told herself.

Now that Malcolm was sniffing back tears, Abigail decided she had caned him enough, although half wondered whether he would ask to be caned again. However, for now, she said sternly, "Okay, Malcolm, you can get up now."

As Malcolm did push himself up from his bent-over position, he couldn't stop his hands rubbing his stinging bottom cheeks as he looked towards Abigail. She was a complete blur, so reckoned his humiliation in front of her was complete. The next moment he realised it wasn't, as he took one hand away from his bottom and rubbed it across his nose which he felt was wet, but clearly not with his tears. That was even more humiliating, he had to admit to himself.

Malcolm stood there, once again with both hands clutching his stinging bottom cheeks, but still sniffing back tears. It really had been a great experience for him, and he was so thankful to Abigail. He was even wondering more strongly whether he should now admit his need to be punished like this to Hanna. He was going to be away for two weeks from tomorrow morning, so told himself he would have to think that through and maybe raise it when he got back, by which time Abigail would have gone back home as well.

Abigail could tell that Malcolm wasn't able to see ...