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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it
is non-consensual.
Copyright: Victor Bruno.
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The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno
Part Twelve
"Drink this."
The tone was cool and commanding. Hettie looked quite
unruffled, as if nothing at all had happened.
Frank took the proffered glass and drank greedily. He
was no longer bound to the stool but sitting on it.
Sitting on it very gingerly. The potion burned in his
throat and glowed deep down inside him. It was the same
stuff he had been given earlier in the afternoon. At
once he felt the strength seeping back into him. What in
God's name was it. It was amazing.
"Thank you, Ma'am," he said meekly as he handed back the
glass.
He no longer felt in terror of the Governor's wife. He
felt a kind of deep-down respect for her. Almost an awe
for her. Any woman who could thrash him like he had just
been thrashed, deserved his respect.
She was his Mistress.
In every sense of the word but the one he would have
wished for most of all.
"Can you stand?"
"I .... I think so, Ma'am ...."
Frank made the effort .... and cried out in pain. The
flesh over his buttocks was corrugated and seemed to
have shrunk in size. Oh God, how it throbbed and burnt!
It would go on doing so for days, he knew. A permanent
reminder of the power of the Governor's wife to carry
about with him.
Frank cried out again, when his flaccid penis was
seized.
"I told you so."
"Yes, Ma'am ...." Of course she had been right. Always
would be right. He'd have to get used to that. Submit to
it without rancour. He felt his penis released.
"Next time I hope you will be able to keep better
control of yourself, Frank."
"Yes, Ma'am ...." He devoutly hoped so too. It was
strange he reflected, how composed and relaxed she was.
Gentle by her standards. She was just like a woman who
had been fully satisfied in bed. As if she had just had
a wonderful orgasm.
Perhaps she had.
"Go into the room at the end of the passage and lie
down, Frank. You've got an hour or more before they come
and fetch you."
"Thank you, Ma'am ...." After a little bow, Frank turned
and walked stiffly from the room. What a relief it would
be to lie down, even for an hour.
With a sigh of thankfulness, Frank sank face down on the
small bed in the quiet end room. It was Heaven just to
do nothing. Not to be under any threat. And the ointment
was soothing his flesh beautifully ....
Frank began to think about Hettie. Her body .... her
beauty .... her power. In less than a minute he was in
full erection again. He turned on one side and, with a
sob, took hold of himself.
He was entitled to some pleasure during the day, wasn't
he?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"FRANK LANDER GROANED as he masturbated.
Partly with the pain from the throbbing weals that
encircled his rump, partly from the pleasure his
manipulating hand was giving him. Oh God .... what a joy
it was to gain some relief .... at last! His mind was
filled with images of Hettie Page's superb naked body.
Those firm rounded breasts, that superbly shaped bottom,
those lovely long limbs. What a woman! Frank's mind
flared at the thought of fucking her. Ramming into her
.... possessing her. Feeling her female succulence,
feeling her palpitating flesh. Enjoying her wriggling
and jerking under him, hearing her gasping and panting.
Steady .... steady .... Frank slowed his hand and
retreated a little from the peak he had fast been
mounting to. Pity to jerk off too quickly. He had
suffered so much he must prolong his pleasure. My God,
what a thrashing she had given him! It was incredible
that a cane could hurt so much, especially when wielded
by a mere woman. Frank took his hand off his throbbing
organ altogether and, turning so that he lay face down
again, ran both hands over his burning buttocks.
"Ow!" he gasped, despite the gentleness of his own
touch. The weals were ridges of fiery agony. And where
they crossed each other, there was an even greater
agony. How long would they continue to torment him? For
days, probably. How long would they stripe his flesh?
For weeks, most likely. And why had he got those weals?
Simply for acquiring a natural erection when confronted
by her provocative nudity!
Hettie Page must have known the effect she would have on
him. It was simply a means of venting her sadism and
demonstrating her absolute power over him.
Oh what a terrible thing it was to be at the mercy of a
woman who was both beautiful and cruel!
A sob shook Frank's body as he removed his hands from
his buttocks and turned on his side again. He took hold
of his rampant organ and the lust burnt through him more
fiercely. This time, I'll think about caning her, he
told himself. And, immediately he did so, he was lost.
This time there would be no retreat. He would pump and
pump to a thundering climax.
Hettie was naked and pleading, tied hand and foot to the
stool....
Ah yes .... yes .... She is as helpless as he had been
....
"Aaaahhhh ...."
The soft flesh, as yet unmarked, twitches and
quivers....
Yes .... oh .... oh what delight ....
He takes up the cane, measures that lovely bottom....
"Asaaahhh .... aaaahhhh ...."
After he has thrashed her he will fuck the arse off her
.... Frank's hand raced to a furious climax; he moaned
and sobbed as he threshed about the bed, his mouth now
agape ....
"HHHAAA .... AAAHHHHHH!" he cried out as his juices
suddenly spurted strongly. He was in a delirium of
unrestrained lust. He could not recall a self-induced
orgasm of such intensity before. His eyes were screwed
tight and his teeth clenched as he jerked and jerked.
Then the brilliant whiteness of the electric light above
him pierced through his lids. "What are you doing, you
filthy swine?"
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