The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching. - Sex Stories

The Well-Adjusted And Beautiful Police Lady In Love With Sex, Spanking, And Switching.

... stuck my bum out, and said, “I’m ready.”

‘Zwip crick,’ the next stroke landed. Nancy had not increased the force very much, so I asked, “Please do it harder for the next five strokes.”

‘Zwip CRICK,’ the stroke was quite a lot harder, and the sting increased. I stayed in position and tried not to show much reaction. I made it through to the end of this second set of six strokes. The overall sensation at the end of a second set of strokes wasn’t much different from the sensation at the end of the first six strokes.

Still bent over the bed, I said to Nancy, “I am getting in the mood. Please give me six more strokes and let’s see how that goes.”

I had kept my voice steady and I think this reassured her. She replied, “OK, but little red and pink lines cover your bum. You must be sore.”

“Yes, I’m a little sore, but if we want to find out my tolerance limits, this is a way to do it. I’m doing this with both of us in mind,” I replied.

“I’m ready again,” I said.

Six more strokes struck my flaming bum. I think I was getting numb. I stayed down and said, “Please, six more strokes.”

Nancy gave me the next set of six strokes, making it twenty-four in total. I got up and looked in the mirror. My whole bottom was a dull red and the individual marks were visible where they had wrapped a little. It was warm to the touch, and it was stinging, but tolerably so.

It was time to try caning my flaming bum and see what difference six cane strokes might ...

... make.

“Please,” I said, “give me six very hard strokes with the thin cane. It’s time to find out what a few cane strokes will feel like on my whipped bum.”

I bent back over the bed, and without a word, Nancy picked up the thin cane.

‘Tap-tap crack,’ the first cane stroke landed on my bum. To my surprise, I could hardly feel it. This was both welcome and unexpected.

“Nancy,” I said, “This is having little effect on me. Please carry on caning me with greater force to the last of this set of six strokes.”

“As you wish,” replied Nancy.

The next five strokes landed hard enough for the force to rock me forward a little on my feet each time. I wondered what my bum would look like at the end, which soon arrived.

I stood up and rubbed my bum, feeling the ridges caused by the six cane strokes. In the mirror, I could see that the skin had not broken, and the ridges were turning purple.

“Please give me six more cane strokes,” I said. “This will make it thirty-six strokes in total. Please take a careful look at my bum after this set of six strokes to see if I am leaking at all.”

Back in position over the bed, Nancy gave me six more stingers. I lay with my bum over the edge and said, “Have a look and tell me what you see, please.”

Nancy was rubbing the marks, and she said, “Goodness, these must hurt. The cane marks are purple and some are turning blue. By some miracle, the skin has not broken. Can you sit on them?”

I stood up and walked over to a hard wooden chair by her ...