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From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson)
Subject: Story: In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Ten.
In The Bank Manager's Cupboard.
Part Ten.
(Part nine posted to yesterday)
Copyright: 1986 thru 1997. Christine Stevenson.
As he opened his mouth to object, she stuffed a ball
gag into it that had been hidden behind her back. The
gag, a simple rubber ball with a leather strap passing
through it, filled his mouth and forced it wide open.
She tightened the strap in place at the back of his
head.
She carried on, now having guaranteed that there would
be no further interruptions. "For your poor service
this morning I promised you six strokes, they will be
with the cane. For your lack of respect and for
constantly ogling my body, getting erections, and
lusting after me all day I will give you a further six
strokes of the cane."
David was struggling and whinnying in his attempt to
show his objection to her proposal to beat him. He had
thought to suffer only six strokes, but already she had
promised him four times that.
"There is little point in objecting, Wanker! These
punishments are lenient, and are only tokens of what
you should receive for such outrageous behaviour. I am
being merciful because this is only your first day in
service to me. I am a generous woman." Karin didn't let
him see her smile as she turned to walk back around the
bed.
He turned his head to watch her arrive at the other
side. Of course! He remembered. This doesn't all end on
Monday morning, when he could return to being a shoe
salesman. He saw her fetch her tawse, cane, riding
crop, and cat o'nine tails from the chair and lay them
on the bed beside him. Why the other two?
She picked up her tawse and paced around him like a
panther, selecting her target area. "Like what you see
wanker? Makes you want another toss does it?" The
questions obviously required no answer, "Well keep
looking, I want you to remember why you are being
punished."
She continued striding powerfully around him, savouring
his helplessness. "If you keep your eyes upon me at all
times, you might be able to prepare for the next
stroke. Who knows, your lust might even make the pain
more bearable." Karin advised him. "It will at least
help you to pay attention, and I want your full
concentration." She raised her arm and David tensed in
anticipation as she spoke again....
"Listen" THWACK,
"Carefully" THWACK, "I am"
THWACK, "Going" THWACK,
"To teach" THWACK, "You my" THWACK, "Rules."
After his first six strokes David was whinnying and
wriggling. Karin was smiling and relishing her
afternoon. An exhilarating way to deliver a lecture,
she loved it. It made her glow with pleasure, almost in
direct proportion to the blush she induced on the male
buttocks. She hadn't had this much fun since the young
trainee manager she caught with his feet up on her
desk, smoking in her office. Karin loved to invent
rules that would make life difficult for men, she now
had her chance, once again.
"Rule one" THWACK, "Unquestioning" THWACK, "Obedience"
THWACK, "Rule two" THWACK, "No" THWACK, "Male" THWACK,
"Lust."
David was already in a frenzied state, and she had only
just begun. Karin dropped the tawse and picked up her
cane. She didn't like to cane unless and until the male
posterior had been well reddened.
"Rule three" SWEEEIPT,
"When" SWEEEIPT, "In
Doubt" SWEEEIPT, "Kneel"
SWEEEIPT, "Rule four"
SWEEEIPT, "When a"
SWEEEIPT, "rule is"
SWEEEIPT, "broken"
SWEEEIPT, "you will"
SWEEEIPT, "Grovel" SWEEEIPT, "and" SWEEEIPT, "Kiss"
SWEEEIPT, "My Heels."
Karin dropped the cane and very gradually David calmed
down, his breath was whistling through his nostrils as
he fought to get himself under control. He was almost
hyperventilating, and yet sobbing at the same time. She
watched avidly as little by little his body absorbed
the pain, the heaving in his chest calmed to slow deep
breaths.
The glow of pleasure she felt was indescribable. His
frenzy calmed to a low moan, effectively suppressed by
the gag. Karin preferred to beat a man when he was
bound and gagged. It allowed her to cause unbearable
pain, while still keeping him in position for the next
stroke. This enabled her to keep her own rhythm,
without waiting for him to get back into position for
the next assault. She could lay on stripes with the
cane quickly, which she really enjoyed, allowing no
unnecessary gaps for pleading and begging. Not that
Karin didn't enjoy a man's grovelling and supplication.
Just that everything in it's place, she didn't like
anything to get in the way of her pleasure when
punishing.
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