The hallway is lit only by a shaft of moonlight streaming through a window. There’s a faint odour of pot pourri in the air but all is still – no sound either from inside the house or outside. Profound silence, except for my breathing and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. In the silence it seems loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall! I pause and tell myself to calm down, to take control, to steady my breathing and my heartbeat. A thin trickle of sweat slides slowly between my breasts as I take a couple of deep breaths and then continue. I’m wet between my thighs, but it’s not sweat.

I push open subby‘s bedroom door and tiptoe across the room to his narrow little bed. Enough light penetrates the cheap, thin curtains on subby’s windows to illuminate him lying on his back, sleeping soundly. Too soundly! How can he sleep like that when he hasn’t been allowed to come for weeks? Just a couple of hours ago he was begging for release – actually weeping with frustration as I teased him, laughing in his face at the state he was in! Of course I’d had a couple of orgasms myself while I was giving subby a little taste of my strap-on. I DO like to tease him with it – especially when he’s in the midst of a long period of denial. Sometimes, though, that’s not enough. Sometimes a couple of orgasms just doesn’t do it for me. Sometimes I want cock.

I slip a hand under subby’s covers and seek out his penis. I smile in the darkness to find it’s already half erect. I wonder what he’s dreaming about? A barely perceptible squeeze from my hand causes his drowsing cock to harden. Quickly. How convenient! Before he gets a chance to wake up I whip back the covers and jump on him – straddling his hips and impaling myself on his now-hard cock. I’m already so wet that it slides in easily and swells even more at the feeling of my hot cunt enveloping it, to fill me completely. THAT wakes subby from his sound sleep! I slap him across the face before he gets a chance to speak and press my hand across his mouth. I don’t want to hear any crap about how he wants to come. I lean forward and hiss into his face “Lie still and don’t you DARE come you fucking bitch!” He makes some kind of sound and I’m gratified to see sweat breaking out on his face. I take that as an indication he’s going to concentrate VERY hard on not coming. I continue to press myself down onto his cock, rising and falling, riding him, squeezing his cock hard with the strong muscles of my cunt – loving the feeling of his hard cock jabbing into me, enjoying every inch of his hard-on. Subby’s eyes are bulging from his head now and his face seems to have gone a sort of dark colour… Ignoring these signs I continue to bring myself to a long shuddering orgasm – I mean, what if he had a heart attack before I finished – my head thrown back – hair cascading down over my shoulders, my fingers pinching and teasing my hard nipples. Gasping and shuddering, savouring the wave of ecstasy engulfing me, I cry out in triumph and relief and finally relax, feeling the aftershocks tingle through my entire body, now slick with sweat. The sounds coming from subby seem a bit desperate now I remove my hand so he can breath better. He still pants and groans and I decide to be merciful – I can see the effort it’s taking not to come. I slide abruptly off his still-hard cock – slapping it just to help him not to come. I brace myself against the bed and kick subby onto the floor and he lands with a bit of a thump. I feel sleepiness begin to overwhelm me and I sink back into his bed. I hear a whimper from the direction of the floor and feel a bit sorry for him. “Okay subby – you can sleep on the couch – I don’t want to move now.” The whimpering continues as I hear him crawl across to the door. I hope nothing’s dripping on the floor. I can’t let him leave like this – not without some word. I call out to him softly as he’s leaving “Close the door behind you, fucktoy.”

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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/mistress-wants-cock/feed/ 4 http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/11/the-mistress-by-cliff/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/11/the-mistress-by-cliff/#comments Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:42:23 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1038 Many thanks to my little pet cliffy, for writing this story for me. See my “Free Audios” page to listen.

He was tied to the bed, wrists and ankles secured strongly by gentle ropes, a blindfold obscuring his vision, and a hard rubber ball in his mouth, gagging him. That much he did

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Is it fear or desire that trembles your hand as you pass me the cane? I tilt your face towards me, look into your eyes and the answer is there. You swallow visibly. Your heart beats so hard, so fast, that it too seems palpable as you kneel there, naked. Well, not quite naked. The stiff leather collar chafes your neck and I can tell you’d like to adjust it, to relieve the irritation even just a little. But you don’t. You don’t dare. And here we are again – back to that age-old paradox. If you disobey or displease me, you know your punishment will be harsher. And yet you seek that punishment, crave the pain. So what would the punishment be? Would it be more intense pain, or would it be pain withheld? You never really know do you? Of course at this stage you can think of little else but the desire to be bent over my knee, your hard cock pressing against my firm, smooth thigh; your arse throbbing from all the welts arranged there by my cane. Your body becomes one all-encompassing throb doesn’t it? The pain and the desire mingling until your heart, your cock, your burning buttocks throb in unison. But perhaps today you’ll be denied the warmth of my lap. Today your additional punishment might mean that you’re tied to the whipping bench. That cold leather offering no comfort, but perhaps an added piquancy to the agony inflicted by my cane. But for now you are content to be under my control. Your ego included in the power-exchange pact. How is it that when you become this little boy, awaiting punishment and absolution at the hands of your Mistress, you feel more of a man than at any other time? Perhaps there’s no need to solve this mystery of desire, perhaps you need only take a deep breath and allow yourself to be swept away. I sit, flex the cane and give you the signal to bend over my lap. When you’re in place, I trace the tip of my cane down the length of your spine, lightly marking the outline of the welts I plan to make on your bottom. Your cock pulsates against my stocking top, making me smile, and your balls tighten as you take that deep breath and surrender yourself completely to me and to desire.

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy – Part 7 – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Do you remember how we left Shrimp Boy? He was in the hands of the three giantess sisters and his cock had a thin silk thread wrapped around it, with the spiteful sister pulling gleefully on the end of the thread! Poor Shrimp Boy was in danger of losing his cock altogether! Fortunately, the beautiful giantess who had found Shrimp Boy decided to step in and rescue our little hero and tried to grab him from her sister. For a moment, Shrimp Boy was afraid that he would be torn between the two of them, when the stupid sister stepped in saying “Will these help?”. She was wielding a pair of small, but very sharp, nail scissors. She advanced upon Shrimp Boy with the pointed scissors aimed at the silken thread around his penis – a penis which had been quite hard but which was rapidly softening. Unfortunately, not only was the stupid sister stupid, but she was also a little short-sighted and Shrimp Boy could only hold his breath as the scissors’ points loomed over his cock and balls. “I’ll just snip this off” said stupid sister holding Shrimp Boy’s cock between her finger and thumb. “Give me those!” said the beautiful giantess and snatched the scissors – and Shrimp Boy – from the hands of her sisters. “I’ll take care of him” she said and began to gently unwind the silken thread from around Shrimp Boy’s frightened little cock. A cock is an amazing thing, is it not? Only seconds before, Shrimp Boy’s penis was shrivelled and frightened, doing its best to hide. Now, under the gentle ministrations of the beautiful giantess, it was feeling brave again and began to rise once more to the occasion. As the giantess gently pulled on the thread, Shrimp Boy’s cock was tugged and stimulated, causing Shrimp Boy to become quite excited. Again! Shrimp Boy began to moan and whimper, to writhe and wriggle in the soft hand of the giantess. Finally, after much tugging and pulling, the thread was removed and Shrimp Boy’s cock stood erect and proud once again! The giantess, however, misunderstood the little man’s groans and squirms and looked closely at Shrimp Boy’s cock which was red and throbbing. “Oooh”, she said, “The poor little thing! Is it sore?” Now his cock wasn’t particularly sore at all, but Shrimp Boy was quick to spot an opportunity and nodded – making a face like a trod-on spaniel at the same time. “Awwwww!” said the giantess “Let me kiss it all better!” and bent her beautiful face down towards Shrimp Boy. As her lips – as soft and large as pillows – gently touched Shrimp Boy’s penis, he gasped and panted. “Oh dear – have I hurt it some more?” said the giantess, most concerned. Shrimp Boy could only croak from his suddenly dry throat “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” “Perhaps if I use my tongue…” mused the giantess and began to touch Shrimp Boy’s engorged cock lightly with the tip of her tongue. Shrimp Boy lay on his back in the giantess’s palm, thrusting his cock against her hot, wet tongue. His breathing was becoming faster and faster, he groaned again and opened his eyes to see the other two sisters gazing with fascination at his tiny body. With fascination and with something else, he thought. Now, if Shrimp Boy had been thinking properly, that is to say if there had been more blood in his brain and less in his dick, he would have recognised that “something else”. He would have realised what was going on in the minds of the two sisters – even in the mind of the stupid sister. At the moment, however, the little tiny man was concentrating on reaching his ever-elusive goal and while he might once have hesitated to ejaculate onto the tongue of a woman whose name he didn’t even know, after all he’d been through he thought perhaps he could be a little less scrupulous than usual. Shrimp Boy closed his eyes again and continued his thrusting. Every sensation was concentrated in his cock. He was hot, sweating, and pleasure began to surge through his body in waves, his cock throbbed and twitched against the giantess’s sweet tongue, and then… “I’ve had an idea” said the spiteful giantess. Little Shrimp Boy’s eyes flew open as the hot, soft tongue was withdrawn. “Noooooooo!” cried Shrimp Boy as the beautiful giantess straightened up to look at her sister. “Oh yes?” she said “What sort of an idea?” “A rather naughty idea” said the spiteful giantess “An idea for a game with our new toy”. “Game?” thought Shrimp Boy “I wonder what sort of game…?” Hmmm – I wonder what sort of game too. Will it have anything to do with Shrimp Boy’s raging hard-on? Maybe we’ll find out next time…

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I knew you’d be back. Even as you walked away from my door the last time you were here, even when you called me to tell me you’d never return. Even as you told me you never wanted to see me again, I knew you’d be back. And here you are. Strapped naked to my flogging bench. The leather cool against your cheek, your heart bounding in your chest like a puppy that’s just seen its mistress. Like you when you see your Mistress. Your secret Mistress.

You did try, didn’t you? You tried to stay away. Tried to find other things to distract you, to erase me from your mind. But none of them worked. Not the alcohol. Not the drugs. Not even that pretty little girlfriend of yours. You try so very hard but your soul never quite reaches that plain of calm shadows, does it? Yet I can take it there quite effortlessly. One touch of my hand and you’re almost there. That place where nothing else can reach you. Far away from the person that everyone wants you to be. Here, on the calm plain, you can be yourself – completely without ego.

You lie there waiting for me, enjoying the soothing darkness of the blindfold, enjoying not having to think. Every nerve in your body is alive with anticipation. You did wonder for a moment what I might have planned for you but you don’t need to wonder, do you? You just need to lie there and let it happen. Lie there and let the pleasure and the pain fight for supremacy. It doesn’t matter which one succeeds, the end result with be the same – bliss…

You feel rather than hear me enter the room. It always amazes you how quietly I can enter a room in such high heels. Your breathing becomes faster just thinking about those shoes. Shoes, or boots? No matter. They are the source of desire, objects of fetish. You don’t know what’s to come next but you want it. You want it. I run a gloved hand down the length of your spine, pausing at the base. I take an arse cheek in each hand and spread them, gently at first, until you’re completely exposed. You hear me spit and feel the warm saliva run down that exposed valley. Your arsehole tightens and puckers involuntarily. I spit again and the splittle dribbles from your tight little hole, over your balls. You feel the head of my dildo push against the tight sphincter, feel it give and stretch. I roughly grab the hair at the back of your head – painfully arching it back. You gasp and hold your breath as you feel my teeth press hard against the skin of your neck and I bite – not quite breaking the skin. You manage to keep from whimpering but you’re panting now. Panting and shivering with desire as the bliss builds. As it begins to overwhelm you, as you convulse and moan, you pant out the words, “Mistress, my Secret Mistress, I’m yours, I’m back.”

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The School Mistress – Part III – Another Erotic Bedtime Story by Catherine

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18.  Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

The naughty schoolboy was still bent over the School Mistress’s desk. Panting, with wet face and wet panties, waiting to see what would happen next. He was acutely aware of only two things – the heat pulsating from his buttocks to his hard penis and the closeness of the School Mistress. She, too, was breathing rather heavily. The panties hadn’t shielded his tender bottom from the caning and the boy was sure his bottom must look red and swollen through the sheer fabric. The only sounds now were of his own breathing and that of the Mistress. He didn’t dare move – she’d said nothing since she stopped caning him. He still pressed his hard cock against the edge of the desk, but furtively – afraid to anger the Mistress in case she decided to strike him again. He wasn’t able to prevent a low moan from leaving his lips. “Oh you poor boy!” said the Mistress in this new voice – this voice so different from the one she normally used in class. “Have I hurt you?” Now as I mentioned previously, this boy was far from stupid – only inexperienced and naive – and so recognised this as a rather foolish question in the circumstances and thought it better not to answer. He felt the Mistress’s hand begin to caress his bottom through the panties – those panties he was supposed to be wearing as a “punishment”. His sharp gasp was misinterpreted by the School Mistress and she said “Oh dear – I really have hurt you!” Her smooth, cool hand slipped beneath the fabric of the panties, gently stroking and soothing his inflamed buttocks.

The boy groaned again – this time from sheer pleasure. The coolness of her hand assuaged the burning pain but did nothing to lessen his raging erection. The Mistress began to peel the panties down over the boy’s bottom until they slipped around his ankles. “Yes” she said “Your poor bottom’s all red and sore-looking – perhaps I should kiss it better…”. The boy could hardly believe his ears – had she really said that – more to the point, was she really going to do that? Apparently she was. He felt her warm breath on his bottom and braced himself for the kiss in a way that he hadn’t for the cane. Her soft, moist lips touched his burning flesh, her tongue traced the outline of the welts and the boy moaned again – and kept moaning as he continued to thrust his cock against the hard desk. His entire body quivered and trembled. Just as the boy felt he could stand no more, the Mistress’s tongue slipped into the hot, dark crevice between his arse cheeks. This pushed him quite over the edge – all the fear, the pain and the desire burst from him in an explosive orgasm. His cock throbbed convulsively, spurting hot cum onto the desk and leaving him shaking and panting – his heart pounding in his chest. “There!” said the Mistress in the low, soft voice “Feeling better?” The boy was barely able to nod. “But look what a mess you’ve made – you naughty boy! What’s to be done with you?” The boy sighed and smiled to himself. Was he to be punished again…?

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“I arrive home to find you on your knees, naked except for a small apron, your head bowed. I kiss the top of your head lightly as I drop my things on the floor next to you. Taking your chin in my hand, I raise your face up to meet my gaze. “It pleases me to see you waiting here just as I have instructed you” I murmur, “but I have had a very hard day so I’m afraid you’re going to have a hard evening”. Still holding your chin, I smile and then slap your face slowly and deliberately once, twice, three times. I see you trying to smile up at me through the tears that have sprung to your eyes and I watch with satisfaction as the redness from my slaps spreads all across your left cheek. “Put my things away and bring me a drink” I tell you as I turn and walk toward the living room. I know the sound of my high heels clicking on the ceramic tile floor gives you a special thrill as you scurry to do as you’re told.

After a very few minutes you reappear next to my chair holding a small tray and offer me my Irish whiskey just the way I like it. Although inwardly I marvel at how quickly you have performed this little service, I arch an eyebrow and demand that you get back on your knees with your face to the floor. After a long delicious swallow of my drink, I stand and walk around to inspect your upturned bottom. I see some faded marks from older punishments and a few distinct reddish lines from the short caning I gave you the day before yesterday. Making my choice quickly, I reach for the black riding crop from among the canes and other implements protruding from the umbrella stand next to my easy chair. Without hesitating, I slash the crop down on your bare backside five or six times in rapid succession. The sudden sharp pain takes your breath away, and you have no time to process the sensation or recover from one blow before the next one lands. I step back and smile as I see red blotches the shape of the spanker tip of my crop appear and then deepen in colour. Among them are three red lines where the braided leather of the rod made its punishing contact with your buttocks. I hear you whimpering softly, but you say nothing. The rush of dominance I feel from inflicting this punishment is so pleasurable that I place the palm of my left hand on the small of your back and bring the riding crop down across your bottom again and again, this time more slowly and deliberately, leaving three or four seconds between the strokes. Although this may seem to the uninitiated like a small kindness, I know that it multiplies your suffering by allowing you to feel the impact of each stroke more fully without giving you enough time to recover from the pain. Now you are crying although you still have not said a word since I began to punish you.

Placing the riding crop back into the stand, I sit back down in my chair and take another sip of my whiskey. “You may rise and thank me, Little One,” I say softly, and I watch with great satisfaction as you stand painfully and wipe the tears from your face before kneeling in front of me and expressing your sincere thanks for the punishment I have inflicted on you. “How else may I serve you, Mistress?” you ask with shining eyes. “My feet require your attention now,” I respond, and you immediately kiss the toes of my black stillettos. “May I take them off for you, Mistress?” you plead. “Of course, darling boy,” I reply. After you remove my high heels, your eyes drink in the luscious spectacle of me raising my skirt high enough to unfasten the garter straps from my black stockings and tantalizingly peel the stockings down my long shapely legs. I drop them in front of you. Your cock, hard ever since your physical punishment began, now rages even harder at the sight. You scoop the stockings up and raise them to your face, breathing in the intoxicating scent for just a second before taking my right foot in your hands and caressing it lovingly. You repeat this act of devotion on my left foot and then you begin the ritual you know I require of you. Slowly and sweetly you kiss and suck each of my toes until you hear me moan out loud with pleasure.

“That was very nice, pet,” I tell you, “and now it is time for the cane. Go and bend over the spanking horse. Would you like me to strap you down, or can you hold still tonight without being bound?” I am pleased to hear you decline the restraints, even though you know my question means that I intend to cane you long and hard, and that your answer means that I will require you to hold your own arse-cheeks apart for me to direct my cane vertically down your tender crack, including your most private little rosebud in the punishment. The combination of your humiliation, pain and submission will be intoxicating for me and perhaps unbearable for you by the time I have finished striping your backside until the welts have merged into a shiny red glow across every inch of your bare bottom. “You may cry all you want, little one, but can you bear it for me without trying to escape?” I ask without expecting a reply. We shall see, I tell myself with another shiver of sexual arousal, and so I begin again…”

little x

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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/02/hard-day-hard-night/feed/ 1 http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/01/anything/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/01/anything/#comments Mon, 26 Jan 2009 04:36:02 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=332 Anything?  Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

You should have been more careful. You should have noticed the gleam in her eye when you said you’d do anything for her. You should have known it was a warning sign. Now look at you. Look at all

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Dinner? There’s no dinner. I haven’t had time for that. I’ve been…busy. You were the one who sent for the handyman. Sent for him to do those jobs around the house that you could do yourself – if you were a real man. Well, he couldn’t make it so he sent his son. Oh yes, he has a son – and what a son! A big handsome boy – not at all like his father.

Yes, I know you’ve had a hard day at work, but someone’s got to make some money. How do you think I feel? I’m exhausted. Well I’m trying to tell you why if you’d just shut up and listen. You know how I am – I like to make people feel comfortable. The young man was quite shy at first and I wanted to make him feel at ease. Then, when he started working, he became quite warm – I had to give him a couple of your beers so he could cool off a bit – yes the expensive imported stuff. I knew you wouldn’t mind. Anyway, he was still a bit hot so I persuaded him to take his shirt off. He still seemed a little… uncomfortable, so I thought it might help if I slipped into something more casual. Funnily enough, that seemed to make him even warmer! So much so that – well perhaps he misunderstood my intention – perhaps he thought that just because I was wearing only a bra and panties he could take off his pants. Well, I didn’t want to be rude and anyway I was so surprised – shocked even – by the size of his cock that I just didn’t know what to say. You know what the sight of a hard young cock- especially a really big one – does to me oh, I forgot – how could you know? At any rate I felt bad because I’d apparently caused this erection and, really, how could I expect him to work with that? So I thought I’d better to something about it, I mean I couldn’t leave him in that state could I? He seemed to like how my breasts looked in that bra you bought me – that black Belgian lace one. The one I haven’t let you see me wearing yet. Expensive? Oh – was it? Well, anyway, I took it off so that he could get a better look at my breasts and he seemed to really like them – he especially seemed to like how erect my nipples were. You know how erect they always are – especially when I’m aroused. Yes, I suppose it has been a long time since you’ve seen them. He seemed to like them so much that I thought he might like to examine them more closely – perhaps with his lips and tongue – and so I cupped my breasts in my hands and sort of held them out to him and do you know, he immediately knew what I meant – what a bright young man! He bent down – yes he IS rather tall – and took each nipple into his mouth in turn and licked and sucked until I found myself becoming quite wet in my panties. At this point I remembered that you would be just coming out of that important meeting and that you’d probably like me to call you to see how it went but then I also remembered that you’ve always said that my pleasure comes first – that it’s important to you that I enjoy myself, so I thought “Well, why not?” I knew you wouldn’t mind. So I sat up on the kitchen table, pulled off my panties and used my fingers to open the lips of my hot cunt – you wouldn’t believe how hot and wet it was Oh, you can imagine, can you? Well, as I say, he’s apparently quite a bright young man and immediately seemed to know just what I wanted. He got down on his knees and started to suck on my clitoris, to stick his tongue right inside me. His tongue was absolutely enormous – not as big as his cock of course, but certainly bigger than, let’s see… bigger than you cock actually. What’s wrong darling, you’ve gone quite red in the face, are you quite all right? Anyway, after that, what else could I do but fuck the young man. It would have been rude not to and I knew you wouldn’t mind.

Anyway, since you left me no money – and I certainly wasn’t going to use my own – he’s coming back again tomorrow. I knew you wouldn’t mind. You’ll have to be here to pay him and I did promise him a little extra, for his trouble… Darling – are you sure you’re all right?

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Little x was waiting. Waiting for his Mistress to enter the room. He was nervous, fidgety. Even after all this time, after all these sessions under his Mistress’s cane, he still felt weak with anticipation. He tried not to think of things like what kind of mood his Mistress would be in – instead thought only of the pleasure to come. He did wonder sometimes about this pleasure. About the mingling of his gratification and that of his Mistress – for she undoubtedly did experience some pleasure. Was that pleasure derived from the mere infliction of pain or from the satisfaction of a caning so expertly delivered? Probably a combination of the two… The door opens and his Mistress enters, followed by another woman. Little x has never seen this woman before. She’s young, considerably younger than his Mistress, tall and lithe with smooth white skin and hair the colour of oxblood. Her hair is scraped back tightly from her face and cascades in long curls down her back. She’s dressed in a black leotard and looks like a ballerina except for the black fishnet tights and black patent leather high heeled shoes. She is making a valiant attempt to look calm, in control, but her excitement is betrayed by the sparkle in her blue eyes and the hardness of her nipples showing clearly through her leotard. “By the way you’re devouring her with your eyes, I’d say you like my Apprentice little x” his Mistress says. “Lower your eyes bitch!” Little x obeys of course but, even with eyes lowered, is acutely conscious of the Apprentice. She exudes an energy which makes him think of a tiger – all grace and power – but a young tiger not yet fully aware of it’s own potential, not yet in command of its strength. “My Apprentice is here to learn the art of caning little x, and I thought you would be a perfect subject for her to learn upon. Oh, and we have a few observers today. I told them you wouldn’t mind – not that it would make any difference if you did.” The Mistress pulls back a curtain at the end of the room to reveal 10 or 12 young women – all seated on chairs and looking at little x expectantly. “Little x – expose your buttocks and kneel at the whipping bench so that the girls have a good view.” Exposing himself in front of all these young women makes him blush and fumble clumsily with his pants. He feels the impatience rising from his Mistress and hurries to kneel in front of the bench and bend over. He hears a giggle ripple through the crowd of girls. “Silence! First I will demonstrate the correct technique” says his Mistress and proceeds to touch little x’s face gently with the tip of her cane and when she touches his mouth he kisses the cane with dry, trembling lips. Without further ceremony his Mistress stands behind him and strikes his exposed buttocks three times with her cane – spacing the blows so that each blow is struck just as the pain of the previous blow reaches its peak. The ecstasy of the pain, of the exquisite attention of his Mistress, makes little x’s head reel – makes his penis harden, makes his heart pound. He pants like a dog – like a bitch. The cane is handed to the Apprentice and little x hears it swish as she flicks it experimentally through the air. Suddenly she strikes – hard, fast and without restraint. Little x yelps and jerks as the pain sears through his body. The Apprentice strikes again with such force that little x panics as his mind tries to retrieve his safe word – it’s been so long since he had to use it – what the hell is it? As the agony recedes somewhat, little x feels something warm trickle down the outside of his thigh. Through the red fog in his head he hears a sharp slap as his Mistress smacks the Apprentice’s face and snatches the cane away from her. “You careless little slut – you’ve drawn blood! Did you hear nothing I said?” The Apprentice hangs her lovely head in humiliation – her white face flushes with shame. A low murmur runs through the onlookers and they wonder; how will the punisher be punished?

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