Chapter Two: Hanna Disciplines Abigail: - Sex Stories

Chapter Two: Hanna Disciplines Abigail:

... with any of those other punishments. It was quite easy for her, because all she had to do was land harder and harder strokes, and she knew that Abigail would find it increasingly difficult to cope. She also enjoyed caning Abigail so hard and knew her knickers were getting wetter, and that Abigail's pussy lips were as well. It was an interesting thought, she told herself, and so landed even harder strokes.

Abigail knew that she was crying because the cane strokes on top of her spanked bottom meant each stroke stung much more, and as those strokes continued, and the pain increased, she yelped louder and louder, and the tears flowed. She just found it so weird that, as much as it hurt, she relished the pain, and the submission, and the humiliation, even though in all other respects she was still an alpha teenager. Maybe that's what masochism was really about, she thought, taking the pain when you didn't have to but because you wanted to when you wanted to. She also knew that it was so much more of a turn on because she had no say in the severity of the punishment. Given all of that, then she would want this again, and again.

Hanna continued to land very hard strokes and didn't stop when she had given six of the best, nor twelve of the very best. She got into the rhythm and watched as each red welt developed across Abigail's teenage bottom, still seeing how her pussy lips were glistening with her own sex juice, whilst Hanna knew that her own knickers were very damp ...

... indeed. It was a surprise just how turned on she was by thrashing Abigail because as much as she had fantasied about doing it in the past, the reality was far better than any of those fantasies ever were.

Hanna knew that she had given Abigail seventeen strokes of the cane, and decided upon one last really hard stroke, which she gave with relish and was rewarded with the loudest yelp that Abigail had given. Once that was done, she stood back and saw that Abigail was crying seemingly uncontrollably but was still staying in position. Did she want any more punishment, she wondered, but told herself it was enough for one day, but there was ample time before Malcolm was due to come back from his business trip to repeat the punishment, or different ones if Abigail wanted that.

Abigail realised that the caning had stopped, and in a way that led her to cry even more, maybe with

relief, but also because she was thinking over what had happened to her, and while she knew she wouldn't be able to sit down for ages, she told herself that she wouldn't have had it any other way. She knew that she had found spanking and caning Malcolm exciting, but being thrashed herself turned her on much more. She still knew that she was an alpha teenager, but there was no doubt in her own mind that she found being on the receiving end of a thrashing far more sexually exciting.

Hanna eventually ordered, "Okay, Abigail, you can get up now. Stand looking at me once more with your arms folded behind your ...