Arethusa got this caning for missing a doctor’s appointment. But the first thing I did was put down not one but two pillows for her to rest on, so she didn’t hurt herself, bending over my table.
It didn’t strike me, until I looked at the photos I took, what an odd mix it was: caring so much about her comfort, and then taking the cane and making her as uncomfortable as I possibly could.
The end of the caning. I’m quite proud of those closely spaced marks, and the story they tell.
But I like the combination of those hot stripes and the warmer blush surrounding them, and the warmth of the light. Which was more luck, for me as photographer, than good management. But warmth, in every sense, is right.
Revenge is a kind of wild justice, but not all wild justice is revenge.
Generally, when I’m laying on the cane for disciplinary purposes, I like to make the cane stripes straight, close but not overlapping, and neat. That seems to go with the word, “discipline”.
But on this occasion the girl Arethusa was being punished for chaotic behaviour. I won’t say what it was, but it was the general equivalent of getting drunk at a party and screaming abuse at her best friend, before kissing said friend and insisting that she loved her, then throwing up on her. It was that level of public chaos.
So I deliberately laid on the strokes from many different directions. It wasn’t really chaotic, but it was as chaotic as I get. I never caned her in quite that way again, because chaos wasn’t really something she perpetrated often. But I just love the marks that caning left.
After making omelettes and warming bread I put the tray in front of Emily, who lay on our bed, on her front. I sat beside her, my back against the headboard. Emily demolished her omelette at speed, and helped herself to some of mine. Healing is hungry work.
She passed me her plate, for me to put on the floor beside the bed. “So. I’m supposed to obey you. Like take orders, from now on. But what happens if you tell me to do something really stupid?”
“Well, I’ll try not to. I don’t want to do you harm.”
“Oh that’ll work. Because your judgement is always better than mine.”
I put my hand on her well-welted left buttock and squeezed.
“Yeech! Well, all right: mostly it is, come to think of it. But not always, Jaime.”
“That’s true. I can say really stupid things.”
Emily nodded. “How about if sometimes I say, ‘excuse me, but what you just told me to do, um, putting this nicely, was stupid and it would do me harm because’. And then I’d explain that it’s a bad idea because of whatever it is.”
“That’d be fine. Except you have to be even nicer than that. I’d suggest speaking respectfully. Or.” I put pressure on the hot skin under my hand.
“Yii! That hurts!” It wasn’t a complaint, or not entirely.
“But if I tell you to do something that would actually be bad for you, then you can trust that I’ve made a mistake. So if I give you an order that seems stupid, tell me. I’ll listen to what you say. Always.”
“Okay. You’ll always listen to me. Then what?”
“Then I re-consider it. Then I decide.”
“I don’t know, Jaime. I want you to be in charge. But if there’s a risk, it’s to me. I know you don’t want to harm me, but what if you told me to do something that would fuck me up at work or something?”
“Well, I’m going to be careful. And I’ll never mind you telling me when I’m wrong. Ever. And I’ll hear you and decide. Carefully. I know what you’re worried about, but I’m asking you to trust me. I have to have the final say, or this doesn’t work.”
“Trust you? You sure? You seen the state of my arse lately?”
“You can trust me to keep your arse in that state. Your arse looks great.”
“Feels warm. Makes me feel horny. Which is weird, I know. Glad it looks good.”
“Oh fuck. Emily, that ass looks fantastic.”
“This is good.”
“But we were talking. You can trust that I’ll only overrule you when I know you’re wrong. Like if you’re trying to get out of doing something you really need to do. That’s when you’ll do as you’re told whether you want to or not. You obey orders, and you accept punishment when I say you deserve it. The final say is mine. That’s how we are, now.”
I watched her face carefully. She was frowning.
There comes a time when punishment is over. Time moves fast during a caning, and then, when the last stroke is delivered, it slows down. Nearly to a stop. There is pain, and there is peace.
She’d been warned about consequences of not doing university work before, and she knows that the punishment was an act of love, and she deserved it. No matter how much it hurt.
But she knows, too, that he still has the cane in his hand, as a badge of office, almost. Justice is one of the strongest ties between master and willing slave. And, justice or not, she knows he’s hard for her.
In a moment he’s going to hold her. And kiss her, and tell her she’s good, and he’ll help her get the overdue assignment finished. But for now, the assignment isn’t what matters. His need for her, and hers for him; that matters. In a few seconds, no more, they’ll be fucking.
Maddie tells a story about her younger days, with a different Headmaster.
It’s a hot scene but it’s had to leave my blog because it’s published now, and publishers don’t like their stuff to be available for free. I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this very hot text, shortly.
This is a hot scene but it’s had to leave my blog because it’s published now, and publishers don’t like their stuff to be available for free. I’ll put up a link to where you can buy this very hot text, shortly.
The previous episode is here.
Lucy was stroking Sir’s penis,that I was still getting used to thinking of as my Sir’s cock. He’d ordered Lucy to do that because he was determined not to take any of her virginities tonight. But her hand was fine.
He’d said that the more turned on he was, the harder he’d cane.
I don’t think Lucy wanted me to be hurt, or not too much, but I knew her: it was her nature to do her utmost to please him.
So I waited, bent over with my fingers touching my toes, and that cane having touched my lower bottom, which I’d already learned hurt the worst, I knew I was in for a very hard, painful caning indeed.
Sir said, “I want you bent tighter than that, Maddie. Palms flat on the floor.”
I said, “Yes, Sir,” and moved my hands lower, then let my palms rest on the floor. Fortunately I was a supple girl; I still am. Yoga students and girls who get the cane regularly need to be supple.
I could feel the way my body tightened. I was presented perfectly, from his point of view. My pussy felt terribly exposed, not just to his gaze, though I knew it was that, but also, in that position, to the cane. A really hard stroke could easily reach my pussylips.
I wondered if I’d be able to take that without getting up.
Sir said, “All right, Maddie. You know you’re generally expected to take a caning in silence. If I tell you to, you can count the strokes aloud and thanks me for each one. I’m not expecting you to do that. Lucy’s going to do the counting for you. So what does that mean, Maddie?”
My heart sank. “I’m not to make any sound at all, Sir.”
“That’s right, girl. Those are the rules. Do you think you’ll be able to manage that?”
“I… I don’t know, Sir.”
“I have my doubts too. There’s a choice for you, Maddie. If you accept two extra strokes, making fourteen, then I’ll allow you to scream and squeal and carry on, so long as you keep still. If you don’t take the two extra strokes, and you scream, then you get the stroke over. So, what’s it to be?”
I felt the cane touch me again, this time on my legs, about four inches below the crease of my bum. Oh god. I whimpered. I knew that I’d get more than two extra strokes if the rule of silence applied to this caning. “I’ll take the two strokes. The extra strokes, Sir.”
“I think that’s a sensible choice. So that makes how many strokes of the cane you’re due for?”
I felt tears slip from my eyes, down into my eyebrows, to get lost in my hair. I sniffed. “Fourteen strokes, Sir.”
“Good girl, Maddie. I still expect you to stay in place. Get up, and you’ll get another twelve. Understood.”
I wanted to sob already. “Y-yes, Sir.”
“All right Lucy, A little bit slower, now. I don’t want to come until I’ve got you two home with me. Now, Maddie.”
“Yes Sir?”
But he was warning me. I must have heard the cane swishing through the air, but I don’t remember that. I only remember the pain and heat when it landed across my underbum.
It was so hard. I couldn’t help it. I screamed on the very first stroke, though I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t, and my hips and bottom jerked convulsively. I only just managed to stop myself from getting up.
Lucy said, “One, Sir.” There was awe in her voice.
The next episode is here.
This is episode 14 , the last episode, of Jennifer’s Pleats and Pleas 4: Holding Hands Across the Desk.
In this episode, Will tells Jennifer she will have to wait before she commits herself to him. He admits his attraction to her but says she needs more time.Jennifer is happy with that, at least. Will picks up the slipper and resumes the punishment of a very happy and turned-on young woman.
“This is a-grade erotica in a traditional style and setting, but told by an author with an eye for the telling erotic detail. And character details. These are three-dimensional people. I loved it!” – V Sevigne, reviewer.
But I’ve had to delete the text, though. This is to be published and my publishers don’t want free competition from my site. I’ll shortly insert a link to where you can buy this fine and erotic book at your favourite e-book seller.
This is episode 13 of Jennifer’s Pleats and Pleas 4: Holding Hands Across the Desk.
In this episode, Jennifer asks Will and Maddie directly about their relationship, and realises that Will has been able to hold back from taking her because he has sex with Maddie once she is gone. She asks Will and Maddie if they will tell her more about Master/slave relationships. And if she can join.
“This is a-grade erotica in a traditional style and setting, but told by an author with an eye for the telling erotic detail. And character details. These are three-dimensional people. I loved it!” – V Sevigne, reviewer.
But I’ve had to cut the text, though. This is to be published and my publishers don’t want free competition from my site. I’ll shortly insert a link to where you can buy this fine and erotic book at your favourite e-book seller.
