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- Restrained for a Caning
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Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.
"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.
He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.
I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one.
"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.
My hands clench as I hear his words.
"No Sir," I cry.
He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny.
I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers.
Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.
"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.
"Very good young lady," sir replies.
The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.
Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.
I sob.
As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.
"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"
"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.
Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose.
Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the Sir grabs my hand and pulls me towards him. He stares at me and my chin falls.
"Susie, you are to be punished," he states.
He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles.
I hear his footsteps as he walks to the cupboard, the rattle of canes as he selects one.
"Susie, you are to receive 12 strokes from the junior, senior and reformatory canes," he barks.
My hands clench as I hear his words.
"No Sir," I cry.
He tugs my maroon gym skirt further up, my knickers now completely exposed to his scrutiny.
I hear the whistle of the cane as it falls. I scream as it lands on my cold bottom. Thank god for these knickers.
Again, the cane rises and falls across my knicker clad cheeks. Gripping the legs of the horse, I squirm in pain. The stripe feels so hot.
"Thank you sir," I mutter, my eyes closed as the pain swims from my bottom to my head.
"Very good young lady," sir replies.
The junior cane is so stingy. It's flexible shaft bites in so deeply.
Another 8 strokes land rapidly across me derrière.
I sob.
As the last stroke sinks in, I feel sir's fingers inside the waistband of my knickers.
"No sir!" I wail. "Not on my bare bum please!"
"Young lady, you will have you bare bottom thrashed," he retorts.
Sir places the first cane over the spanking horse, in front of my nose. Walking purposefully, he selects the senior cane from the punishment cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait.
He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well.
"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.
His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.
"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."
"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.
A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.
After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.
Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse.
"Ouchhhhh," I scream. "Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.
"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."
Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.
The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.
14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.
The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.
Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again.
Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.
He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.
Susie has been punished. cupboard. Maroon knickers around my thighs limit my movement but I squirm in anticipation. 12 evenly spaced wheals sting on my now naked cheeks as I wait.
He arches the cane above his shoulder and it cracks down, slicing the air and lands with a heavy thwack across the centre of my rump. Biting over the top of an existing sore line, it makes my yelp loudly. I bite my lip. Tears start to well.
"Thank you Sir," I blub. My cheeks dance with pain.
His strokes become harder, faster and the pain in my bottom grows. Dazed, I endure his wrath. My punishment continues.
"Sirrrrr," I yelp, "Please don't punish me so severely."
"Susie, you have had this coming. You are so inpatient and I have to deal with you," he snaps.
A final thwack across the lower part of my cheeks, almost on my thighs, marks the end of my second stage of caning. Downing the cane, he leaves me to make himself a cup of tea. I sob.
After long minutes, he returns. Taking the reformatory cane from the cupboard, he positions himself to the left of my straddled body and takes aim.
Whistling, the heavy cane falls across the top of my arse.
"Ouchhhhh," I scream.
"Ouchieee," as the second lands across my angry, raw cheeks.
"Susie, you are a bad girl and as you can't be quiet, you will receive two extra strokes."
Not daring to protest, I await my continuing chastisement.
The cane is so heavy. It's dense shaft bites so deep. Dense dragon wood sends my senses into overdrive as I writhe under its dense impact.
14 heavy, accurately placed blows land across my seared cheeks. If I could kick my feet or rub my bottom, I would.
The final stroke lands dead centre. My head drops as I lose control of my bladder and wet myself.
Oh, I feel so humiliated and I know that Sir won't hesitate to deal with me again.
Unfastening me, Sir stands me up, he tugs me to the corner and I am made to stand with my hands on my head and my knickers around my ankles.
He looks on and admires each red stripe and congratulates himself.
Susie has been punished.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoYou're right, you need to be punished for such poor grammar, repeating, horrible math and wasting many peoples time who were hoping for an erotic story, not such garbage.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoRegardless of the glitch that must have really annoyed you by now - don’t worry everyone makes mistakes - the actual content itself seems overwhelmingly too much. Was it supposed to be 14 strikes (12 + the extra 2) from each of the 3 types of cane OR 14 strikes in total, even then towards the end it suggests she received 15 strikes? So was it 14,15, 32 or 33 blows?
“... Dazed, I endure his wrath...”
Seriously what kind of Dom punishes a sub when they are angry AND without a warm up followed by no aftercare ??
To me it didn’t come across as a punishment, it seemed more like a severe beating. To the extent that she lost bladder control?
Tess (UK)
maidofallworksalmost 4 years agoAuthorHi everyone, apologies for the errors in this submission! I’ve been told and probably should be punished! I will edit and resubmit very soon.
TheReticentWriteralmost 5 years agoNeeds editing badly. Breaks with repeating sections several times. It would be a wonderful story otherwise.
Anonymousabout 5 years agoBut I would have applied my personal rod whilst Susie was restrained.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoA good story is ruined by the author not proofreading it at all. Several parts repeat leaving the story a muddled mess.
Anonymousover 8 years agoI liked the story but had a problem reading it, since in two places parts of it are repeated meaning that I had a break in concentration as I worked out what was happening. One of these is a repeat of the beginning, another (less disruptive because it was more obvious what had happened) was at the end.
Anonymousover 9 years agoYour story line was really, good. I was lost at the repeated lines of "He leads me towards the spanking horse. Taking my hand, he pulls me over it. My skirt rises, revealing my maroon gym knickers. Each leg of the horse is fitted with a leather cuff. Sir binds me tightly by the wrists and ankles."
it was repeated 2X. Proof read your story, if you don't have some one to edit your work, try to make sure there are no repeats. When your talking about a situation where the girl is a submissive and her husband is her Dominant, please keep in mind there are Dominants who read this too. When you use the title (sir) instead of sir being, sir put a capital over it when talking about her Dominant. like this. (Sir please no, don't punish me servery) makes sense. Other Dominants put a title over the other Dominants title as they are a equal to each other, a submissive will capitalize the title as they are Owned.
You had a great start to the story, keep up the good work. :)
Anonymousover 9 years agoI am not sure what happened in the end cause I quit reading it when the story started to repeat itself. So I lost interest and came straight here to comment without reading the rest of the story!
