Spank You Very Much - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Spank You Very Much - Pt. 2

... majority wanting to see Paul’s sexy butt with the telltale stripes from the cane. Betty Szas and Justin Myass came out to applause, clearly second to that received by the contestants. Taking their place next to the bench, they waited for Paul and Rita to come over with Ben.

“You’ve got experience with this then, do you love?” Paul asked Betty as he mounted the bench.

“Don’t worry, baby! You’ll feel your twenty-five strokes!” Betty replied to chants of ‘cane him’ from the frothing audience.

“Ready, Paul?” Ben asked, and getting an inaudible affirmative response, added, “Take your caning and strapping without using your safeword, and you’re halfway to your ten-thousand-dollar prize!”

Betty pulled his underwear down to whistles and screams from the women in the studio before swishing the crook-handled cane a few times for effect. Laying the thin, whippy implement across the meatiest part of her victim’s bottom, she tapped it a few times before drawing it back and delivering the first stroke of his sentence with a loud ‘thwack’ picked up by the mikes under the bench placed specifically to hear both the impact and the contestants reaction.

With the first impact, the turntable started, rotating to give the audience a three-hundred-sixty-degree view of the proceedings. No rookie to a good caning, Paul didn’t make a sound until ten strokes had striped his bare ass, when, ‘Ooo!’ was all he said. The crowd was calling for more of a reaction, so Betty switched to ...

... giving the remaining fifteen, three at a time, eliciting the response the audience was looking for. Paul squirmed within his restraints, trying uselessly to ease the pain as the final stroke fell.

Giving the audience one full rotation of the turntable to assess Paul’s condition, they applauded with respect for his endurance but quickly changed to chanting ‘Strap!’ when Betty picked the implement up from beneath the bench.

“Just leave them, Betty,” Paul said when she went to pull his underwear back up, getting a mixture of appreciative applause and clamorous clapping from the crowd. Betty patted his bottom, acknowledging his request, and took her position behind and to his left.

Drawing the strap back about halfway through the arc, she brought the two-inch strap down across his bare ass with full follow-through, and the stage counter changed to seventy-four. His body jerked forward as he faced the audience with a grimace and a bitten lower lip. The second ‘crack’ of the strap provided a similar response.

Betty quickly settled into a rhythm, with a solid stroke about every two seconds, Paul straining at his bonds in a futile attempt to avoid the pain. Taking a rest after every twenty-five, Betty caressed his tortured cheeks, getting a smile the audience loved, especially when it was quickly replaced with gritted teeth and a groan at the strapping’s resumption.

“Come on, babe! You can do it!” Rita cheered as the count progressed into the sixties.

Betty stopped at ...