Message-ID: <21692asstr$944597400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Twenty-four X-Original-Message-ID: <384c061a.85039802@news.telepac.pt> X-Original-Path: 195.23.214.97 Lines: 175 Date: Tue, 7 Dec 1999 15:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, dennyw Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Twenty-four She tapped the shuddering rump, lightly, once again standing on Frank's left. Carefully she measured him over the first weal she had raised. The cane went up.... whistled sharply as it whiplashed down .... to fall precisely where she had intended. Frank thought he must lose his reason, as one merciless stroke followed another. The agony of the cane falling where it had fallen before, was indescribable. Especially was this so where the tip bit into his flank. He thought his head must burst, so filled was it with blazing pain .... and every nerve in his body screaming too. He would have given anything for it stop .... Anything! Christ! No more! NO MORE! HAVE MERCY! The eighteenth stroke bit as agonizingly as all that had gone before into his right flank .... and then the she-devil was moving around to the opposite side. NO MORE! HE SIMPLY COULD STAND NO MORE! Ssswwwweeeee . . . . ccrraaaccckkkkk! Cruelly accurate, Hettie laid on the nineteenth stroke precisely where the seventh had fallen. In his mind, Frank was quite berserk .... He could not endure even one more .... Ssssweeeee . . . . cccrrracccckkkkkkk! Merciful God .... he must die! Surely .... surely .... Sssswwweeeeee . . . . cccrrraaaccccckkk! Let me .... die .... let me .... please .... But .... NO MORE! Ssssweeeeee . . . . cccrraaacccckkkkk! He was choking .... her knickers were halfway down his throat.... he was choking .... He would die! His brain was filled with cascading rockets of pain .... his eyes and ears were pounding .... Everything was going black .... Sssswwweeeee . . . . cccrraaaccccckkkkkk! The pain was atrocious, but different .... like being hit with an iron bar .... It was going darker .... darker .... yet flashed with crimson lightning .... Sssswwwweeeeee . . . . cccrrraaaccckkkkkkkk! The whole sky was filled with lightning .... Vaguely Frank was aware of another thump from the iron bar .... A killer thump .... He was going .... going .... This was the death he had pleaded for .... Down .... down .... he swooped into oblivion. * * * Then cruelly back to life .... The smelling salts again. He was choking and choking. God, why didn't she take the bottle away. He could not breathe .... Frank took in a great gulp of air as the bottle left his nose. At least, now the knickers were out of his throat. He had not died .... He was not going to die .... The pain .... the pain! Throbbing .... burning .... smarting .... deep, deep, down. Agonising. But not quite as agonising as the rod itself. It was over .... at least it was over. Frank sobbed loudly with relief. Through the tears that shimmered in his eyes, he saw Hettie as if in a distorting mirror. She had done this to him. And had enjoyed doing it. The bitterness of it filled Frank's soul to overflowing. Further tears, now of self-pity came to his eyes. "What a blubberer you are," said Hettie sneeringly. "Why can't you be more like my Robert?" Frank felt no shame. No envy of Robert. So he was a big tough brute who could take the rod. Frank couldn't. Was that his fault? Then he found Hettie wiping his eyes and nose, just as if he were a kid. "There .... there, dear .... no more tears .... it will all be better soon .... He saw her grinning; loving every minute of it. Did she have any conception of how savagely she had beaten him? Of what it had been like? Obviously not, or she would have felt some degree of compassion .... perhaps even a little remorse. "P-Ple .... ease .... let me off this thing ...." croaked Frank hoarsely. "You'll come off it when I decide," said Hettie curtly. "Perhaps you'll stay there until I give you your second caning this afternoon." http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html mailto:VictorBruno@MsChristine.com ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. The Fem Dom Training Software. http://www.mschristine.com/program.html mailto:program@Ms-Christine.com ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic digest is free of charge. 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