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Story:- Educating Darren,
by Ms. Christine Stevenson.
http://www.mschristine.com
Part Ten.
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Caroline returned every so often over the next few
hours, but unlike the first time she did not speak.
Each time she went through the same ritual of exposing
herself to him. Each time their eyes met as she lowered
her knickers, and he felt her disdain. Then inevitably,
she lowered herself onto the toilet seat inches from
his face.
She assumed he knew what was expected of him and any
time he did not perform the way she expected or did not
react quickly enough, he would feel the stab of her
heel. The ritual of licking her clean became almost
second nature.
His erection gradually subsided a bit when he was left
alone, but as soon as he heard her heels clicking on
the floor it would stiffen up immediately.
Eventually she returned and did not wish to use the
toilet. Alise was again in tow and was told to release
him. Darren was just thinking that things could not get
any worse when a strong jet of water hit him in the
side. He was vaguely aware of Caroline standing some
distance away aiming a power hose at him. When she had
satisfied herself that he was clean enough she turned
it off and said,
"There! That's better isn't it?"
Then to Alise, "Wait until the water has drained away
then mop him up a bit."
She dropped the hose and picked up what appeared to be
a remote control unit and pressed a button. Another
spotlight revealed a high table. It had two wrist cuffs
on either side at one end and a large strap at the
other end and appeared to be as long as a man's torso.
It began to seem to Darren that there was to be no end
to his torture. He would have agreed to almost anything
if she would release him now.
"Please," he said "No more."
Alise tapped him on the shoulder and motioned him to
get up. She could not finish drying him while he was
still on the floor. Caroline ignored his pleas and told
Alise to help him over to the table and to secure him
in the new straps. This accomplished the last of the
heavy chains clattered to the floor, and he was now
bent over in another exposed position, totally unsure
of what she had in mind next. This new position did
provide some stimulus for his excitement however, as
his now permanent erection was in contact with the end
of the padded table.
Another light came on in front of him and he could see
himself reflected back in a large mirror. By the side
of the mirror was a rack containing what appeared to be
various sizes of cane. His heart sank, and he began to
suspect why it was that he was secured in the position
he was. He was not blessed with Caroline's fertile
imagination and no other possibilities entered his mind
yet. As she strode purposely towards the rack and chose
an implement it appeared that he was about to be proved
right.
"Oh, Please don't do this" Darren pleaded in a voice
totally unrecognisable as his own.
"That's twice you have addressed me incorrectly."
Caroline chided. "I can see that a punishment is
absolutely necessary to help you to remember. To make
the lesson easy for you, you will count each stroke
after it has been administered and then say 'Thank you
Madam'. Don't lose count, I will have to start at the
beginning again every time you make a mistake. Do you
understand worm!"
Darren let out an anguished sigh and said "Yes Madam".
Caroline walked around his defenceless body swishing
the cane in the air for effect.
"Twelve, I think would be an appropriate number. You
were warned earlier that failure to address me in the
appropriate manner would result in punishment." she
said, and Darren shivered in anticipation of the first
stroke, and clenched his buttocks.
Then the searing pain, starting in his backside and
spreading out in ever increasing circles until he was
completely engulfed by it. He gasped for breath and a
tear came to his eye. He became aware of Caroline
tapping her foot on the ground and he remembered what
he was supposed to do. He would never have believed a
caning could be so painful and did not want to tempt
her to give him any more strokes than was absolutely
necessary. He watched himself pathetically respond in
the required manner. She ran her hand sensuously down
the cleft of his buttocks, and he shivered again but
this time with excitement.
"Ah, she said, you are a slut as well as a worm!" and
positioned herself for the second stroke. Between the
pain and the excitement she stimulated in between every
stroke, it was surprising that she only had to start at
the beginning four times. Eventually she had given him
what she declared as his 'twelve strokes.'
End of Part ten:-
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Christine & David Stevenson
Authors of the Fem Dom Training Program
Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix.
Runs on all computers that are web capable
Email enquiries to:- program@Ms-Christine.com
http://www.mschristine.com/program.html
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