Sandra Ch. 04

Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. Any resemblance to person or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and should not be inferred.

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It's the second day of Lori's period and she is being led into the auditorium naked and on a leash. Her hands are cuffed behind her back as well, to expose her privates. Menstrual fluid is dripping from her vulva and is smeared between her legs, along her creamy smooth-inner thighs. She is less embarrassed than she is concerned with her challenge. Roto speaks.

"We have decided not to pursue pussy kicking as a challenge," Roto announces, "we are returning to the traditional fifty bare-bottom cane strokes. Some have complained that the strokes are not severe enough. Well, we have a solution for that. We now have a metric, a measuring device." Roto holds up a black butt plug.

"This transducer will analyze the crispness and sound of the stroke, the lurch and jerk of the girl, and the impact of the stroke," Roto explains. "We will still rely on having the first girl, when she administers the caning, wired to ensure that the stroke is sufficiently strong. The butt plug will automate this process, chiming when the stroke is satisfactory and buzzing, accompanied with an electric shock, when the stroke is 'lacking' for some reason or another. If a master administers the caning, the device is optional. Of course, no master is ever shocked!" All chuckle at that comment.

"As for the present case, Lori and Tom Trumbo, we will assume twenty-five strokes already accomplished. Geia will start. For the first twenty-five strokes the girl need not count and may cry out." Roto explains. "Starting at stroke twenty-six, the girl must not scream or cry out. She must count the strokes out loud, thank the administrator, and beg for more, using the 'P' word ('Please')."

Men bring out the saw horse and bend Lori over it, her buttocks high and exposed. Her legs are spread apart revealing her vulva, perineum, and anus. She is embarrassed at being so displayed. Geia is being wired up with electrodes attached to her nipples with nipple clamps and an electrode clamped onto her tiny clit. She is given a cane to use on Lori.

Without counting, the twenty-five strokes are done quickly. Roto pauses Geia at stroke twenty-six and asks if any master wishes the pleasure of caning the bound girl. Master Boot volunteers to no one's surprise.

Lori grits her teeth. She knows that Master Boot is a terrible sadist and that this will be every bit a battle of wills as an endurance of pain. She decides not to scream or cry out and to beg as sweetly and politely as possible. She will even encourage him to strike harder with comely supplications.

Master Boot wastes no time in striking Lori's bare bottom. Her response surprises him.

Lori jolts with the stroke. She drools, her nose & eyes run, and she uncontrollably urinates, splashing the urine over Master Boot's pants legs and shoes. She speaks: "Twenty-Six. Thank you so much Master. Please strike this girl again only harder. She begs you to mark her well."

Master Boot is outraged and doubles his efforts. He strikes with all his masculine strength, but still Lori doesn't scream in pain. She speaks: "Twenty-Seven. Thank you for caning this stubborn girl Master. Please strike her harder, she begs you. She wishes to be challenged."

Master Boot obliges.

"Twenty-Eight. Thank you for your time, Master, and effort. Please, pretty please, cane this girl again." Lori implores him.

Master Boot strikes her upper legs. Lori opens her mouth and gives a silent scream. She then says: "Twenty-Nine. Thank you Master. Please, please cane this girl harder." Her whole body trembles and shakes. The audience sees the involuntary twitches, jerks, and writhes.

On the thirtieth stroke the cane splinters. Master Boot reaches for a belt on a nearby wall. Roto stops him. "House girl, house cane, Boot," he instructs and hands Master Boot a thin birch wood cane.

"Does the stroke count, Master Roto?" Lori asks.

Master Boot interjects: "No!"

Roto retorts: "It counts."

Lori responds: "Thirty. Thank you Master. More please."

Master Boot is furious. He wallops Lori with a misguided blow."

Tears stream from Lori's eyes as she speaks: "Thirty-One. Thank you for your attention, Master. Please be so kind as to cane this girl harder."

Master Boot wipes the cane and strikes again, this time there is a sharp hiss as the cane makes its path to the girls derrière.

"Thirty-Two. Thank you Master. More please, pretty please."

"I sure the fuck will cane you more!" Master Boot declares. There is a shuffle in the audience. Lori is winning the battle of wills.

Master Boot strikes again, grunting and puffing.

Lori fakes a girlish giggle and says: "Thirty-Three. Thank you Master. More please, pretty please."

Master struggles to keep his composure. He believes with enough strokes that he could make a stone or rock scream in pain. This girl is taunting him in a battle of wills. He strikes again out of anger. "Does this hurt girl?"

Lori retches but her stomach is empty. She urinates again as she drools and cries. "Thirty-Four. Thank you so much Master. Please cane me again."

Master Boot cracks the birch cane. He offers it to Roto to exchange. Roto refuses saying: "Use it until it splinters and... that last stroke counts."

Lori is encouraged as she laughs and cheerfully announces "Thirty-Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another please?"

Frustrated, Master Boot strikes shattering the cane. Roto exchanges the fractured cane for a new Rattan cane. With the new cane he strikes Lori on her upper legs. Really this is out of bounds, but no one wants to quarrel with the irate, irrational sadist.

Lori convulses in pain and passes out momentarily. Geia comes forward and pours a bucket of water over her head saying: "The count is thirty-six."

Lori recovers enough to say: "Thirty-Six. Thank you Master. Another stroke please."

Now Master Boot takes a new tack. He rushes Lori. "Speed up girl!"

He strikes quickly.

Lori stammers and responds: "Thirty-Seven. Thank you Master. May I have another?"

Before she can finish the drill, Master Boot strikes again.

Lori responds: "Thirty-Eight." Only to be interrupted by another cane stroke.

Lori says: "Thirty-..." and the next stroke falls.

Lori says: "Forty," expecting to be interrupted, however not this time. She finishes saying: "Thank you, Master. More please."

Master Boot examines Lori's buttocks. There several small areas bleeding and numerous whelps. There also several red stripes on her upper legs and back.

He rubs her ass and asks "Does it hurt,Lori?"

"No Master," Lori snaps back just as Master Boot strikes her again.

Lori jerks in pain. "Forty-One. Thank you Master. May I have another please?"

Master Boot is concerned that she won't scream or cry out or beg "enough." Maybe it's time for more drastic measures. He orders a bottle of one hundred proof vodka and pours some on Lori's ass. Roto frowns. "That counts as a stroke, Boot," Roto announces. Lori suffers in silence as the Masters argue. Then Boot leaves for a moment and returns with a box of salt, pouring it over Lori's buttocks and cruelly rubs in into the open abrasions. Lori opens her mouth for a silent scream and declares: "Forty-Four. Thank you Master. More please."

Lori's ass is coated with an alcohol and salt slurry. Master Boot strikes hard, driving the slurry into the skin. Lori shakes uncontrollably. With a weak voice she says: "Forty-Five. Thank you Master. May I have another please?" Master Boot seems to have found the right path of pain for Lori. He canes her again.

Lori struggles but manages to utter: "Forty-Six. Thank you. Please cane me more."

Master Boot strikes with all his might but the cane shatters. He curses and blasphemes. Lori is encouraged and emboldened. "Forty-Seven. Thank you and cane me again, please."

Master Boot hopes that the salt and alcohol will have a cumulative effect. He is panicking as his stroke misses completely.

"Forty-Eight. Thank you Master. Another please." Lori melodically sounds.

Master Boot's hand is shaking as he canes Lori for the next to last time.

Lori giggles girlishly and says: "Forty-Nine. Thank you Master. May I have another cane stroke please, pretty please?"

Master Boot tries to rally, but his stroke is weak. Lori is able to recover.

"Fifty. Thank you for your time and effort."