Message-ID: <21775asstr$945108601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: program@mschristine.com (David and Christine Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Thirty Lines: 143 X-Original-Message-ID: <3854f6a8.64417467@news.telepac.pt> Date: Mon, 13 Dec 1999 13:10:01 -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, Vulpine 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 Thirty As the caning of his thighs remorselessly proceeded, Frank not only screamed and bellowed uninhibitedly, he continuously begged and beseeched Hettie to have mercy. Not so hard .... No more .... no more .... He would do anything, if only .... Hettie was utterly indifferent. If anything his pleas added fuel to her venom. She loved to hear them. Swinging the rod easily yet powerfully, she laid a dozen strokes over each of Frank's thighs, striping them evenly and systematically throughout their whole length. By the time she had finished, Frank was once again blubbering more like a ten-year-old school-boy than a grown man. But he didn't care. He simply didn't care any more. Pride was no longer of importance. The only thing that was of importance was for the pain to cease. But even when the biting rod had ceased to fall, the throbbing burning pain continued. Not only in his thighs, of course, but in his buttocks too. Once again this woman had thrashed him without mercy. Thrashed him to utter defeat. He could only lie there, still bound, sobbing and groaning. And wishing the world would end. "Governor Page?" It was Hettie's voice and Frank realised she must be on the telephone. There was a receiver at the bedside. "Hettie here ...." "Uh-hu .... yes .... everything's fine ...." "Well .... actually not. Not 808, I mean ...." "No.... oh no. But you know how it is. If he came back to the gaol tonight, I think he'd have to be hospitalised." "Uh-hu .... that's right ...." "Yep .... absolutely right. He asked for it, didn't he? Threatening me like that?" "So, I'll keep him a couple of days. You can fix that, can't you?" "Well .... you'd better fix it, buster. Or else!" "Right then. You get me loud and clear." "Oh.... and Robert .... you'll sleep in your room in the cellar tonight. I don't want to see your ugly mug around at all. Not at all. Got me?" "Yep .... that's it, slob ...." Frank heard the receiver clunk down. So .... he was to be kept there, was he? He felt sick with apprehension, but there was also an underlying excitement beginning to bubble within him. With women, one never knew. Never quite knew what they were up to. Who would have thought earlier he would have been permitted to give the service he had done that very afternoon? So you never knew .... He saw Hettie's reflection in the mirror; saw her looking down with satisfaction at his lacerated rump and thighs. He hated her. He was in terror of her. Yet, at the same time, it was impossible to deny that his lust for her knew no bounds. Doubtless, he reflected, Hettie was aware of that. "Hear that, Frank?" "Yes, Mistress ...." His voice still hoarse from his yelling. Not surprising really. "You're to be my house-guest, Frank. Quite an honour, eh?" "Yes, Mistress ...." Frank's reply was genuine. Despite everything, he really did think of it as an honour! Then, to his intense relief, he saw that Hettie had the jar of soothing ointment in her hand. "Like some?" she asked with a smile. "Yes, please .... oh yes please, Mistress" said Frank fervently. "I bet you would," said Hettie with a callous smirk. Then she screwed back the top of the jar. Frank almost burst into tears. The bitch! The vile, cruel bitch! How could she .... how could she? Very easily it seemed. With hate and fury in his heart, Frank watched that lovely naked body undulate quiveringly from the bedroom .... and head for the stairs. 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. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. 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