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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.
http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html
The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno
Part Twenty-four
She tapped the shuddering rump, lightly, once again
standing on Frank's left. Carefully she measured him
over the first weal she had raised. The cane went up....
whistled sharply as it whiplashed down .... to fall
precisely where she had intended.
Frank thought he must lose his reason, as one merciless
stroke followed another.
The agony of the cane falling where it had fallen
before, was indescribable. Especially was this so where
the tip bit into his flank. He thought his head must
burst, so filled was it with blazing pain .... and every
nerve in his body screaming too.
He would have given anything for it stop ....
Anything!
Christ! No more! NO MORE!
HAVE MERCY!
The eighteenth stroke bit as agonizingly as all that had
gone before into his right flank .... and then the
she-devil was moving around to the opposite side.
NO MORE!
HE SIMPLY COULD STAND NO MORE!
Ssswwwweeeee . . . . ccrraaaccckkkkk!
Cruelly accurate, Hettie laid on the nineteenth stroke
precisely where the seventh had fallen.
In his mind, Frank was quite berserk ....
He could not endure even one more ....
Ssssweeeee . . . . cccrrracccckkkkkkk!
Merciful God .... he must die!
Surely .... surely ....
Sssswwweeeeee . . . . cccrrraaaccccckkk!
Let me .... die .... let me .... please ....
But .... NO MORE!
Ssssweeeeee . . . . cccrraaacccckkkkk!
He was choking .... her knickers were halfway down his
throat.... he was choking ....
He would die!
His brain was filled with cascading rockets of pain ....
his eyes and ears were pounding ....
Everything was going black ....
Sssswwweeeee . . . . cccrraaaccccckkkkkk!
The pain was atrocious, but different .... like being
hit with an iron bar ....
It was going darker .... darker .... yet flashed with
crimson lightning ....
Sssswwwweeeeee . . . . cccrrraaaccckkkkkkkk!
The whole sky was filled with lightning ....
Vaguely Frank was aware of another thump from the iron
bar ....
A killer thump ....
He was going .... going ....
This was the death he had pleaded for ....
Down .... down .... he swooped into oblivion.
* * *
Then cruelly back to life ....
The smelling salts again.
He was choking and choking. God, why didn't she take the
bottle away. He could not breathe ....
Frank took in a great gulp of air as the bottle left his
nose. At least, now the knickers were out of his throat.
He had not died ....
He was not going to die ....
The pain .... the pain! Throbbing .... burning ....
smarting .... deep, deep, down. Agonising. But not quite
as agonising as the rod itself. It was over .... at
least it was over. Frank sobbed loudly with relief.
Through the tears that shimmered in his eyes, he saw
Hettie as if in a distorting mirror. She had done this
to him. And had enjoyed doing it. The bitterness of it
filled Frank's soul to overflowing. Further tears, now
of self-pity came to his eyes.
"What a blubberer you are," said Hettie sneeringly. "Why
can't you be more like my Robert?"
Frank felt no shame. No envy of Robert. So he was a big
tough brute who could take the rod. Frank couldn't. Was
that his fault?
Then he found Hettie wiping his eyes and nose, just as
if he were a kid.
"There .... there, dear .... no more tears .... it will
all be better soon ....
He saw her grinning; loving every minute of it. Did she
have any conception of how savagely she had beaten him?
Of what it had been like? Obviously not, or she would
have felt some degree of compassion .... perhaps even a
little remorse.
"P-Ple .... ease .... let me off this thing ...."
croaked Frank hoarsely.
"You'll come off it when I decide," said Hettie curtly.
"Perhaps you'll stay there until I give you your second
caning this afternoon."
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