Message-ID: <11651eli$9805271533@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Educating Darren, Part ten 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: <356ae14f.27945782@news.ip.pt> Story:- Educating Darren, by Ms. Christine Stevenson. http://www.mschristine.com Part Ten. ----------------------- Caroline returned every so often over the next few hours, but unlike the first time she did not speak. Each time she went through the same ritual of exposing herself to him. Each time their eyes met as she lowered her knickers, and he felt her disdain. Then inevitably, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat inches from his face. She assumed he knew what was expected of him and any time he did not perform the way she expected or did not react quickly enough, he would feel the stab of her heel. The ritual of licking her clean became almost second nature. His erection gradually subsided a bit when he was left alone, but as soon as he heard her heels clicking on the floor it would stiffen up immediately. Eventually she returned and did not wish to use the toilet. Alise was again in tow and was told to release him. Darren was just thinking that things could not get any worse when a strong jet of water hit him in the side. He was vaguely aware of Caroline standing some distance away aiming a power hose at him. When she had satisfied herself that he was clean enough she turned it off and said, "There! That's better isn't it?" Then to Alise, "Wait until the water has drained away then mop him up a bit." She dropped the hose and picked up what appeared to be a remote control unit and pressed a button. Another spotlight revealed a high table. It had two wrist cuffs on either side at one end and a large strap at the other end and appeared to be as long as a man's torso. It began to seem to Darren that there was to be no end to his torture. He would have agreed to almost anything if she would release him now. "Please," he said "No more." Alise tapped him on the shoulder and motioned him to get up. She could not finish drying him while he was still on the floor. Caroline ignored his pleas and told Alise to help him over to the table and to secure him in the new straps. This accomplished the last of the heavy chains clattered to the floor, and he was now bent over in another exposed position, totally unsure of what she had in mind next. This new position did provide some stimulus for his excitement however, as his now permanent erection was in contact with the end of the padded table. Another light came on in front of him and he could see himself reflected back in a large mirror. By the side of the mirror was a rack containing what appeared to be various sizes of cane. His heart sank, and he began to suspect why it was that he was secured in the position he was. He was not blessed with Caroline's fertile imagination and no other possibilities entered his mind yet. As she strode purposely towards the rack and chose an implement it appeared that he was about to be proved right. "Oh, Please don't do this" Darren pleaded in a voice totally unrecognisable as his own. "That's twice you have addressed me incorrectly." Caroline chided. "I can see that a punishment is absolutely necessary to help you to remember. To make the lesson easy for you, you will count each stroke after it has been administered and then say 'Thank you Madam'. Don't lose count, I will have to start at the beginning again every time you make a mistake. Do you understand worm!" Darren let out an anguished sigh and said "Yes Madam". Caroline walked around his defenceless body swishing the cane in the air for effect. "Twelve, I think would be an appropriate number. You were warned earlier that failure to address me in the appropriate manner would result in punishment." she said, and Darren shivered in anticipation of the first stroke, and clenched his buttocks. Then the searing pain, starting in his backside and spreading out in ever increasing circles until he was completely engulfed by it. He gasped for breath and a tear came to his eye. He became aware of Caroline tapping her foot on the ground and he remembered what he was supposed to do. He would never have believed a caning could be so painful and did not want to tempt her to give him any more strokes than was absolutely necessary. He watched himself pathetically respond in the required manner. She ran her hand sensuously down the cleft of his buttocks, and he shivered again but this time with excitement. "Ah, she said, you are a slut as well as a worm!" and positioned herself for the second stroke. Between the pain and the excitement she stimulated in between every stroke, it was surprising that she only had to start at the beginning four times. Eventually she had given him what she declared as his 'twelve strokes.' End of Part ten:- ________________________________________________ Christine & David Stevenson Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. Runs on all computers that are web capable Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com http://www.mschristine.com/program.html ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----