Message-ID: <3266eli$9708231836@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: alb21335@aol.com (ALB21335) Subject: Caned by Sir Richard by allene Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970823072100.DAA20678@ladder01.news.aol.com> CANED BY SIR RICHARD Oh how could I be ao foolish? Sir Richard warned me that if I did that again he would be much more severe than just pulling down my jeans and panties to spank my poor bottom until it was hot, red and tingling. I knew I was in for a caning by his instructions to dress in my schoolgirl costume of white blouse,short black skirt, white cotton panties,and matching bra. I remove all my makeup and fix my long blonde hair into two ponytails on each side of my head. When I look in the mirror I look about 13 years old. I hope that image may make him feel compassion but I have to doubt it I go to the dining room and have to whimper seeing a strap and a cane lying on the table because I know this means my punishment will be severe. I know not to argue though because that will just make him angrier. I walk to the table and lean over it so he can tie my right wrist to pull it over my back then pass the rope under the table to tie my left wrist so my arms are crossed tightly on my back limiting my movement and making it impossible to protect my poor bottom with my hands. He moves behind me to flip up my skirt and any hope of having the protection of my panties disappears as he pulls them down and has me step out of them. He comes to my head and says, "You know you deserve a very severe punishment don't you Allene?" I murmur, "Yes Sir. I am sorry I angered you." He picks up the strap and I feel relief. The strap is horrible but it doesn't leave the nasty welts of the cane and I whisper, "Oh thank you." He says, Don't thank me. This will just be a warm-up." I whimper but I am still glad because he doesn't know that the strap will eventually numb me to withstand the more terrible cane. He moves back behind me then says sharply, "You are not in position!" I know what he means and quickly spread my legs to the utmost to hook my toes around the table legs knowing this will slightly open the lips of my pussy. I look back to see him kneel and I blush knowing he is admiring my round bottom and my tight little slit which no doubt is showing some of the pink inner parts. He keeps me in suspense for a moment then arises and I hear a whirr just before a terrible sting across both asscheeks which makes me gasp and strain to raise my upper body and pull in my butt. He waits a moment for me to settle back and then continues to strike with just enough delay for the sting to subside a moment before an even greater sting comes and keeps coming until I am crying and my butt is burning and so swollen I can feel the skin tighten. He leans over me to say, "Now the punishment begins. You know you were bad. How many stokes from the cane do you deserve." My mind is in a turmoil but I know he has put on a note what he thinks I deserve and if I say less he will double the amount he originally decided on. The most I have had were three that left welts all the next day but I know he is angrier than that time and am about to say six until I decide to play safe and whimper, "I was terribly naughty would eight be enough?" He says, "Very good." I am relieved I didn't guess too low and brace myself sorry the delay has let some of the numbness go away. He delays further by saying, "I have decided to add a refinement." He kneels behind me and I feel a sharp pain to one labia then the other as he clips alligator clamps to my labia then uses the string attached to them to wrap around my thighs to pull the lips open and tight against my thighs. The sharp teeth that feel as a little animal was biting me begins to turn to a throb as he stands. I hear a whistle as the cane flies through the air and an unbelievable biting pain crooses my asscheeks. He begins going lower inch by inch as I try to suppress screams at the terrible pain Then the cane is going across the junction of my asscheeks and thighs and I understand how diaboical the clamps were as they jerk and bite my labia to add to the pain of the cane. Finally it is over just as I thought I may faint and as usual you keep my hands tied high as in a hammerlock as you tuck my skirt into my waistband to keep my bottom bare and have me stand in the corner unable to soothe my poor welted bottom with my hands or relieve the bite of the clamps on my pussy. After what seems like hours after the heat has lessened and the pain has settled to throbs you come over to remove the clamps and tell me harshly, "Go to bed and think about the erroer of your ways. I go to bed sobbing because you have not shown I was forgiven by gently massaging my welts or applying salve. Not even a kiss. ALLENE -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /