"Now, slave, it is time for me to Punish you for cancelling your last appointment. There will be two Punishments, the first for cancelling and the second for doing that while I was on holiday! Both will be rather harder than you would perhaps wish!"

She knew I dreaded the Cane, hated it.

That increased the effectiveness, as it was a most vivid demonstration of her Domination that she could force me to accept it despite my fear.

Asking, during our initial friendly discussion, to be Punished with the Cane had been difficult for me. She would never guess how difficult. I shuddered at the thought of it cutting across my bottom raising a think red welt on my flesh, a welt that burned and seared like fire

I bent over as she directed, my neck and spread hands in the slots of the Stocks. She lowered the top bar and fastened it so that I was helpless. Then she had me spread my legs wide into the foot-bar and similarly secured that.

I now stood with my bottom thrust out, presented for Punishment.

Collecting a Cane she stood to one side, measuring her distance.

"Twelve strokes in all, slave. The first 6 delivered slowly, the last six very fast, one after another with no pause for the pain to abate!"

She drew back her arm, aimed - and the Cane whistled through the air to land much harder on my bottom than I had expected. Behind the Gag I shrieked as the pain tore my flash, slowly subsiding as my bottom jerked and writhed in protest. A flushed red welt rose where it had landed.

"Quite still, slave!"she snapped.

I shrieked again - again, again, again and again as she completed the first section of my Punishment. Allowing a pause she ran her hand over the ridges raised on my flesh.

"Very satisfactory!"she remarked approvingly as she resumed her stance, the Cane levelled and ready for the second part of the Punishment!

END


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