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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I sat, literally sobbing with my head down. “And be quiet, you pathetic whore” he added in a quieter tone. “Your crying is annoying me”.
“Sorry, sir” I sobbed back.
“Just keep quiet. I will tell you when I want you to speak. I have told you that already. No more idle chat, do you understand?”
“Yes sir” I replied quietly, with my head still facing down.
He got my hand and pulled me to my feet. He then gestured he wanted me to go to the bench. I walked across the room and stood at the bench, facing upright. He moved some items (a few dildos and an enema bottle) to one side on the desk, to make room for me to lean on.
He then pushed my back gently down to show me where he wanted me.
I lay across the bench with my hands outstretched. These again were cable tied to the end of the bench.
All his movements were slow and deliberate, and in silence. It was extremely sinister.
I was in extreme pain as my boobs were now being crushed onto the hard, wooden table. My mind was soon going to be take away from swollen and bruised boobs, I knew that.
He walked across the room and came back with a spreader bar. It was about 3ft long, and he attached it to my ankles with the velcro straps, to force my legs apart.
There I was in position.
I then heard him shuffling around and I could tell he was setting up a video camera on a tripod. I have been filmed many times and knew this is what he was doing.
He stood behind me and he was still for a moment. I cringed thinking the first thing I’m going to feel is severe pain, in one swoop.
I was wrong.
I felt a cane running across the tops of my thighs, above my thigh high boot line. Very slowly he moved the cane from side to side across the backs of my legs. Then upwards - to my tight black PVC mini skirt that was still covering my buttocks. The cane was rubbed (quite gently) over my PVC clad bum, again from side to side, but very slowly and deliberate.
My eyes were closed as I was trying to pre empt the first lash, as I knew at some point it was coming.
I looked round and couldn’t believe the length of the cane! It was about 4ft long, and he was stood at arms length away from me with a straight arm. He was slowly wanking his absolutely rock hard cock as he rubbed the cane over my PVC clad buttocks.
I faced forwards and again closed my eyes.
The first whack was straight across both buttocks, the PVC helped to spread the pain somewhat, and I will be honest and say the first strike was quite moderate. This didn’t last long.
The next was a lot harder, and made me wince somewhat.
The next 9 or 10 strikes landed in quick succession and I was now in a certain amount of pain. This, again was going to get worse as he approached me, and lifted my skirt, to fully expose my bare buttocks to him.
He got back in position and he rubbed the cane across my balls. I had told him I don’t like ball and cock torture, and it was agreed beforehand that he wouldn’t subject either to any punishment, and I had trusted him.
He teased my by continuing the prodding in my balls with the end of the cane.
“Please, no!” I said, “not, there - we agreed”.
There was a short pause and then ‘WHACK’ my bare buttocks received their first strike. It was a really hard lash, and I cried out.
“Silence you fucking cunt!” he grunted.
I suppose I must have taken at least another dozen whacks of the cane, all in quick succession, and all ruthlessly hard.
My head was going light I was in so much sexual pain. I have heard of girls passing out before, and I thought I may do the same. It was a real sexual high though, I was so hard and turned on, even through my tears.
I was literally sobbing with my head down on the table, I could feel my mascara running down my face.
Another short pause and then ‘WHACK’ a blow from the cane came across the tops of my legs. This was the worse pain I had felt so far, and I was crying loudly. The pain was so intense and concentrated. He gave me probably another 5 or 6 across the backs of my legs, before walking up to me, and whispering in my ear “you are a good girl aren’t you?”
“I try to please, sir” I replied through my sobs.
He then untied me, and undid the spreader bar.
I almost collapsed on the table, but held on to it as I turned to face him.
“You pathetic cunt!” he giggled. |