Floored - Sex Stories

Floored

... he was in front of her, holding the nylon wand he’d removed from the blind.Shit! He’s going to cane me with that?! He placed it in her mouth, stoking her humiliation, but the wand was so long, Kathryn had to focus on keeping it balanced.

‘Don’t dare let that drop, or you’ll earn more strokes.’

Her body gave a hard, involuntary flinch as he wiped the cold flannel across her buttocks. The wand twisted in her mouth ominously. The cruel, cold flannel was on her cunt now; he squeezed it as he wiped away the stickiness of her pleasure below, shattering her sexual warmth and sending streams of icy water cascading down the insides of her legs. Goosebumps fizzed across the skin of her cold, wet bottom. She’d never felt so small, exposed, and vulnerable. He took the wand from her mouth.

‘Okay, Ms Rycroft, five strokes. Ready?’

What was she supposed to say? She’d never be ready for this. She held her fury deep inside.

‘Yes, Sir.’ Kathryn’s head was light. Her lips pursed in anger at her unavoidable lie.

‘Then you must ask for your caning. Say: “Please will you cane me, Sir?”’

There were two entirely separate Kathryns now. There was the Kathryn gripped by white-hot indignation at this injustice: that Kathryn was locked deep inside. Then there was the Kathryn on the surface: compliant and electrified.

‘Please, will you cane me? Sir?’

‘Bend over the back of the chair and grip the edges. If your hands leave the seat after a stroke, it won’t count towards the ...

... five. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

He laid two light taps of the wand square across her wet cheeks. Her buttocks braced.

SCHWICK!

A stripe of stinging fire broke across Kathryn’s bottom, cutting straight through to her bones. Her mouth shot open, letting out a high-pitched wail. She started breathing in deep shivers. He circled the wand around her butt.

‘You took that well, Ms Rycroft. Be sure that continues.’

SCHWICK!

An intense stinging burn tore deeper than the first stroke. All hopes that she might adjust, that it might become more manageable, were abandoned. The lines scorching along her cheeks contrasted harshly with the cool wetness of her bottom. She was no longer in her head. Her mind and her raw bottom were now one. Kathryn was a mess of tears and shuddered breaths, punctuated by deep sobs.

SCHWICK!

The first two strokes had not prepared Kathryn for the third, even though the searing sting landed with the same acrylic bite. Kathryn’s mouth parted, giving release to a long, intense scream throttled by her fear that relaxing any muscle would allow the furious pain to consume even more of her flesh.

SCHWICK!

Kathryn’s head was buzzing now. She withdrew deep into it. The pain was every bit as intense, but she became distant, disconnected.

SCHWICK!

Kathryn collapsed in agony and relief, curling tightly into a ball beside the chair.

Through her sobbing, she could hear him searching for something in the bathroom. He emerged, lifting ...