Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... approached his wife and ran his hand soothingly down her back, rubbing the skin in gentle circles. He turned her around so that she faced the crowd, then pushed her gently toward the cross. She reached back to support herself as she leaned her back onto the middle of the cross. She snugged her legs to the lower members and waited patiently as Mr. Lester bound her ankles with rope to the cross. He rose, took each arm, extended them up the frame and attached them also. He then circled a strand around her waist at the very middle of the cross and then ran loops above and below her breasts, running the rope through several of the strategically placed eye bolts, keeping the rope from riding down her body. The compression of her soft orbs caused by the tight rope made them stand out from her chest. Her tits began to grow pink from the blood trapped in them by the rope.

Mr. Lester stood back and examined the bonds. Kay tugged experimentally at the bindings, confirming that she was securely bound. He opened a long slim case and withdrew a long rattan cane fitted with a rich black leather handle. Standing to one side of his wife, he raised the flexing cane parallel to the floor at the height of her thighs.

Without warning he laid the cane sharply across the plush white column of his wife's thigh. Kay winced and sucked in a deep hissing breath. Mr. Lester laid the cane solidly, brutally onto his wife's opposite thigh eliciting another agonized inhalation from the bound woman. He ...

... paused a moment allowing the pain to sink into her flesh fully. Then he resumed the caning with methodical intensity.

With alternating strokes, Mr. Lester struck his wife hard, five times on each thigh, pausing a second or two between strokes. Deep crimson welts began forming immediately and by the end, Mrs. Lester's stoic demeanor began to crack. She began to moan tightly as the cane strokes slashed at her tender skin and after one particularly intense strike, she pulled frantically for a moment against the ropes that bound her. But her struggle was futile. The ropes held firm and the cross held her rigid. She could do almost nothing to shift her position, either to avoid the strokes or even to alleviate the after effects of their impact. Her restraints gave her no option but to simply receive the searing pain being inflicted on her.

Given her husband's position, her near thighs bore stripes across the top of her thighs and slightly inward to the much more delicate inner flesh. On the outer thighs the stripes wrapped more to her flanks. Claire was enthralled. She could see clearly as each stroke bit deeply into the flesh of her Mistress. She heard the quick whistle as the rattan rod sliced through the air ending in a flat smacking sound unlike anything she'd never heard. Kay's eyes never wavered from their gaze on her husband. Claire could see, as the cane slashed into her flesh, that Kay's eyes would fly open wide, in quick agony, as if the energy of the impact were ...