Message-ID: <18763eli$9901212336@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/18763.txt> From: JennieK@selin.com (Jennifer K.) Subject: story, "Over the Edge" #4 (Mf/cons/punish) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: JennieK@selin.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <368e3499.132837091@news.friend.ly.net> "Over the Edge" part 4 "the Cane Takes Her Closer" by Jennifer K. (JennieK@selin.com) [continued from part 3 -- the series to date is online at <http://peopleofkink.com/punish>] ---------------------------------------------------------------- I'd like to mention that it has been a chore to write down each part of this punishment session as it happened while still trying to depict things as I think He saw it, too. I only had one angle at the time, of course. :) So I've had to do it in small bits, describing each phase if you will of the whole thing in small parts. I don't want anyone who reads one part, like this one, to get the wrong impression that this is a brutal punishment for me *emotionally* or that He doesn't care a great deal for me and know that the levels he is taking me to are intensely important to *me*, too. This isn't *his* fantasy of brutally punishing a woman, this is something that happened to me because he knew that I needed it on several levels, and it's only one slice of the whole scene, as well. Thanks. --Jennifer ---------------------------------------------------------------- She trembled in fearful anticipation at how vulnerable her soft flesh was in this position, and anticipation sent a thrill of sensual, erotic pleasure all through her. She heard him moving behind her, and knew he was picking up the cane. She drew in her breath and waited, feeling deliciously naughty in this position, for him to begin! "Count them!", he ordered, and gave her the first stroke, THWICK! The first stroke seared her across the fleshest part of her cheeks, and she grunted, then gave a shrill cry as the delayed pain of the cane hit her! "One!", she yelped, and wiggled and jerked as the wite hot line of the cane was felt fully. He appreciated her movements for awhile, then moved to the other side and gave her a back hand stroke right below the first one! "Two!, ooh, ow, oh please, oh please, please!" she squealed, and wiggled and waggled furiously at the white hot fire. Watching her, he moved back to her right and landed the nexct stroke right on the crease between buttock and thigh. She shrieked, and her hands flew back briefly to her poor cheeks, before she remembered and quickly thrust them back in front of her. Turning and looking at him with tear-filled eyes, she sobbed desperately. "THREE! I'm sorry, Sir, I'm sorry, PLEASE!" she begged him for mercy for her error! "Two on the thighs for that, young lady!" he answered. "Lean farther forward over the back and straighten those lovely legs, please!" Glancing at his stern face, she slowly complied, dreading what was going to happen, but knowing it was going to happen anyway. Turning her face away, she waited, her legs taut and trembling, streatched out behind her. THWACK! A white hot line appeared across the tops of both thighs and she screamed and pushed forward, her legs kicking and thrashing at the awful burn! He let her sob and cry for awhile, and then tapped her thighs with the cane to remind her of the one still to come. Slowly she returned to position, her bottom high and legs straight back on the seat of the chair. THWICK! Once again the cane landed on her thighs and another white line appeared, then turned red to match the other. Again she screamed and thrashed over the chair, then sobbed and squirmed in pain. He let her recover fora while, then ordered her back into position, with her legs bent, knees on the arms of the solid upholstered armchair. When she was in place he patted her bottom fondly and stepped back, taking aim before he struck. The blow landed above the fleshiest part of her cheeks this time. "Four!", her voice rose into a shriek by the end of the word, and she humped her bottom frantically to evade the sting that was already there. He moved to the other side and gave her another stroke above the last, right at the top of her crack. "Five! AAAHH! Oh please, please wait for a bit, no more, please!" she cried pleadingly. He moved back and placed the next one between the previous two. "Six!" She bawled and thrust her hips hard against the chari in agony at the fire in her bottom. In so doing she discovered she could rub and grind her pussy onto the back of the chair. Switching sides he again brought the cane down, on the unmarked spot justa above the roundest part of her buttocks. "Seven!" she screamed and ground desperately onto the chair, frantic to raise her pleasure so the burn wouldn't be so bad! THWICK! The next one landed below the rounded curve and made her lift up in an effort to escape, raising her ass high and showing everything underneath. "EIGHT!" she shrilled. Her voice broke and she groaned as she ground down on the chair, as her pussy throbbed and leaped between her legs, and she squirmed, pushing her orgasm closer and closer. THWICK! The cane struck the last unmarked spot on her bare bottom. "Nine!!" she called, lost in herdself and her body's responses to what was hapenning. Stepping to one side, he brought thte cane down in a slant from the top right of her bottom to the bottom left. It was just a little bit harder than the others, and her answering cry confirmed that. He switched sides and repeated the process from the left. "Ten! Eleven!!" she shrieked each word, and then went limp over the chair. He stepped behind her and admired the dark red X on her bottom, with the nine lighter red lines across it. Back to her right he went, taking aim as he gave her the last stroke, as close to the middle as he could get, making it the very hardest yet! Stepping back, he watched as she went crazy over the chair, crying freely and openly, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, SO sorry, I'll never be that naughty again, I promise, really I do!", she sobbed, in distress and painful regret. "You may get up and relax for a minute," he told her gravely, and then went to put the cane away. She was still in the same position when he returned. "I said get up and take a break!" he said sternly. Slowly, carefully, she complied, terrified that the plug in her bottom would slip out, but managing to keep it in place with concentration on her clenching, both the muscles inside her bottom flower, and the punished, red, striped cheeks that protected it. She stood, and awaited his next command. *END* [to be continued in Part 5] Jennifer Knoll JennieK@selin.com * Jennifer's Punishment Corner http://come.to/punish.me -OR- http://come.to/be.punished punish@peopleofkink.com * Creative Punishment Mailing List: http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/punish Barely tamable, so you'll have to try hard! ;P~~ Very affectionate once tamed though. Bring your whip, a chair and Belgian chocolate! Jennifer --- Jennifer Knoll JennieK@selin.com **** Jennifer's Punishment Corner http://come.to/punish.me * Creative Punishment Mailing List http://www.onelist.com/subscribe.cgi/punish Barely tamable, so you'll have to try hard! ;P~~ Very affectionate once tamed though. Bring your whip, a chair and Belgian chocolate! -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>