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Samantha Gets Her Own Back
by Sandra Sloan (s999sloan@yahoo.com.au)

***

Samantha has felt Richard's cane several times. It's 
not that he forced her to be caned, she had brought it 
on herself. But when he used the cane it was so 
vicious, it was agonising torture. He knew just how to 
make it hurt and made it last a long time. Now it was 
her turn and he was silly enough to think it was just a 
game. He let her tie him to the bed. This is the story 
of Samantha's revenge. (MF, nc, v, bd, tor)

***

Samantha has felt Richard's cane several times. It's 
not that he forced her to be caned, she had brought it 
on herself. But when he used the cane it was so 
vicious, it was agonising torture. He knew just how to 
make it hurt and made it last a long time. Now it was 
her turn and he was silly enough to think it was just a 
game. He let her tie him to the bed. This is the story 
of Samantha's revenge.

Richard and Samantha woke up late. He patted her bum 
and she squealed "Ouch, don't, it hurts". "Aw come on 
Samantha, it can't be that bad. You only got 7 strokes 
and we know you can take a lot more than that" he said 
patting her again and grinning as he thought back to 
how cruelly the hazel switch had wrapped itself over 
her rump from hip to hip. She had gone into the garden 
and cut a thick and a thin rod from the hazel nut bush 
for him to use. 

She had not known how wickedly flexible they would be. 
With the green bark peeled off they seemed to glow like 
some evil white laser light. He hadn't used the thin 
rod. It was a lithe little number, less than ¼ inch 
thick and as long as her arm while the thick one looked 
more like a straight school cane of the more severe 
sort. Both were extremely supple and heavy because the 
freshly picked wood was wet and juicy. 

This morning his cock had been rigid right from the 
moment he woke up as visions of caning her last night 
kept on flashing before his eyes. How the impact wave 
rippled across her bum even though the cheeks had been 
tightly stretched. He ran his finger tips over the 
curve of her right buttock feeling the six ridges. Only 
six, with the lowest one much heavier because he had 
chosen to double up on that one just above her thighs. 
That was for the extra she had earned on the first 
stroke when she got surprised and jumped up because of 
the incredible pain she felt when the rod had wrapped 
itself over her whole bum. After that she managed to 
control herself enough to stay in position but howled 
and screamed more and more madly with every stroke. He 
hadn't used the thin rod. 

"Don't do that. That one still hurts lots. That's where 
you put two strokes on top of each other." But by now 
he just yearned to get inside her again and wouldn't 
stop. 

"Ouch, alright Richard, I don't feel like it at the 
moment because its still hurting too much. If you think 
that is so funny you deserve to get it yourself. I've 
warned you before. You're going to get it, right now. 
You've promised to take it when I say so, now get out 
of bed." she snapped, pulling his penis up hard. 
Richard decided to play along because that felt good on 
his cock and after all, he had had his fun flogging 
her. 

Seven had not been much but with that rod flexing in 
his hand he had enjoyed every one. So now he didn't 
believe she was really going to make him hurt. It was 
just a game, a threat, and he really liked her hands on 
him. 

Samantha got some stockings out of a draw. She made him 
hold his hands together and tied them quickly. Then she 
pulled the bed clothes off and gave him a push so he 
fell flat on his back over the bed. She pulled his arms 
high and tied the stocking around one of the boards 
making the bed head. A stocking went around each ankle 
these were quickly stretched wide and tied at the 
corners of the double bed. She tied a piece of clothes 
line from the kitchen over his stomach and around the 
whole bed to help hold him down. "Now Richard you are 
going to get it. There is nothing you can do to stop 
it. Just wait till I get a stick." 

Samantha came back almost immediately, carrying a solid 
cushion lifted from a lounge chair and the two switches 
from the hazel nut bush. The thicker and longer one he 
had used to print the welts across her bum last night. 
"Lift your bottom" She pushed the cushion under him and 
put a second pillow under his head. "That makes a nice 
display of your cock and balls, doesn't it? And you 
with your head up on the pillows, you will be able to 
watch it all, watch the rod sink in and see how it 
makes you hurt. 

"Now, this stick is too long for convenience," she said 
picking up the big rod and breaking it in half. She 
took up the thinner end. "I'll start with the thin end 
but if it does not have enough effect on you Richard I 
can always change to use the thick bit." He was 
suddenly getting worried. Maybe she was not just going 
to play with him. "Now Richard, lets begin," she said 
flicking the rod with fingers and wrist, slapping it 
onto her other palm. 

"I'd better tell you what is going to happen. I want 
you to think about how it's going to feel. I'm going to 
tap you severely on one testicle at a time and whip 
your penis with this thin switch. In fact I will give 
you 30 whacks on each one of your parts. To make sure 
that you stay attentive you have to control yourself 
and not make a loud noise. You can writhe and wriggle 
all you want. If I have to gag you I will double the 
number of whacks you have left at the time you need 
gagging so you better try really hard to be quiet. I'll 
rub you and get you really stiff before I start. 

"I think you might enjoy it more that way. So that you 
last the whole distance you will get a nice long break 
after I've done your first testicle and again after 
your penis. This is really going to hurt Richard. Each 
whack will make you feel you're riding a higher wave of 
agony than the one before. I will give you enough time 
to completely feel each one. You're going to love being 
caressed when it really hurts, aren't you. Well anyway, 
I'm going to love playing with you when you're on the 
edge of getting wrecked with agony no matter what you 
think."

She went on, "The prize you win at the end is being 
allowed to go off in my mouth or over my breasts 
depending on what I feel like. That might take a while 
because you will still be howling and shaking with 
agony when I masturbate your burning penis and rub you 
swollen balls but don't worry, I'll get you to go off 
eventually. We've got all day. What is really going to 
be special is that to celebrate the moment when you cum 
I'll whack you across both your testicles three times, 
just as you spurt. I am afraid these whacks have to be 
really hard because of your orgasm, so I'll use this 
heavier, thicker half of the stick, just to make it 
hurt more and make sure you'll remember the moment. I 
want to give you the worst pain on earth with each 
spurt. It's going to be great fun watching you."

Richard was seriously shocked and worried, he was 
panicking. He begged her not to hurt him like that, he 
begged her to just cane his bum but Samantha simply 
smiled and told him how much she was going to enjoy the 
next hour or two.

Samantha picked up the stick. Scraping the rod along 
the back of his cock made him go really hard, he 
couldn't help it. "Look at those balls hanging down in 
your floppy bag. The right one gets the stick first I 
think. I'll hold the other one in my hand out of harms 
way. See, like this. I'll lift your bag up above your 
fat penis so you can see it happening." She was putting 
on a really good show and Richard was close to total 
panic. "Please Samantha, don't hit me that hard, it's 
just a game. Please, I won't be able to stand it. Not 
on my balls. Please". Like all men he was afraid of 
having his balls hit but had no idea how much it was 
going to hurt on his penis.

Samantha got into position, kneeling on the bed beside 
his left hip she grasped the near testicle in her left 
hand and pull the scrotum up high. She flicked the 
stick through the air a few times making him wait. 
"Begging must be hard work Richard, you're sweating so 
much and I haven't even started." Another few moments 
and then she flicked the stick into the side of his 
right testicle, a clearly visible bulge inside the 
stretched scrotum. 

The first tap was solid and thudded into him. His right 
ball was driven down by the impact and then popped back 
into place as if to say it was ready for the next one. 
He felt no sting on the skin of the scrotum, just an 
instant strong ache deep inside his testicle. He stared 
wide eyed and open mouthed at the source of pain. 
Seeing the stick land and get ready to land again made 
it hurt all the worse. Samantha made him wait for 10 
seconds or so and then hit again. His mouth went wide 
open but he could hardly get a breath. "No, please NO, 
NO" he gasped, "You're hurting more than I can stand. 
Please stop, Please". 

By the fifth time the stick thumped down a sickening 
glandular agony had filled his whole gut. Richard was 
writhing and pleading for mercy. He knew he could never 
stand 30, she was hitting much too hard. It was not 
just a game. He could not toss his body around much 
because he was being held in place by the ties and his 
left testicle which she squeezed and pulled hard to 
keep him in place. Tears were streaming down his face. 

Samantha was pleased, she liked the power. She was 
going to love watching his face grimacing with agony. 
She had not made him scream yet but that would come 
soon. To make it last longer she now allowed more time 
between taps and they got harder and harder. After the 
eighth she paused and took a couple of minutes to 
stroke and lick his penis while she waited for the pain 
to peak and then for him to settle down a bit and do 
some more begging before she hit him again. He just 
kept on crying, howling, begging and struggling against 
his bonds. 

Samantha told him she would make the 10th harder than 
earlier whacks, to help keep count she said. His body 
arched up, went rigid and he screamed, again and again. 
"That was silly Richard. Have you no self control? Now 
instead of the remaining 20 you will get 40 more on 
your right testicle and then 60 on both your penis and 
left testicle. What a shame." 

As he gasped for enough breath to say No she stuffed a 
cloth in his mouth and wound sticky tape right around 
his head to keep it in. It was not meant to silence him 
completely. She wanted to hear him squeal but unlike 
last night when she was screaming there were neighbours 
at home this morning.

She picked up the stick again and continued on his 
right testicle while his whinnying noises and sharp 
edged but muffled screams came through the gag. She did 
not let up. She tightened her hold on his left ball to 
keep him steady when she swung the stick, thumping into 
his right ball in that slow and measured way, half a 
minute between wacks now. She was relentless. She liked 
doing this. The power to to make him scream so wildly 
just by hitting that insignificant little testicle. At 
40 she gave him a longer rest to recover his strength 
so he would fully appreciate the next lot. 

His body was shaking and contorted in spasms, He would 
calm down a bit and then, without Samantha doing 
anything, he would scream anew and fly into another 
muscle wrenching frenzy as more waves of agony throbbed 
from his testicle over his whole body. She regarded him 
carefully. The right testicle was getting quite swollen 
and even a gentle caress made him scream but the skin 
of the scrotum looked only mildly red. She felt his 
burning testicle all over with her finger tips, gently, 
not making it hurt any more just for now but he was 
desperately afraid of every touch.

She had been hitting onto the side of the testicle. She 
decided to try and angle the next 20 upwards from 
underneath, hitting onto the rounded end of the egg 
where her fingertips could feel the cord of fine tubes 
of plumbing and what she thought was possibly a nerve 
connection. She was pleased with the result because his 
screams immediately became even wilder and higher 
pitched. Maybe it did hurt more there or maybe she had 
just hit a bit harder, you couldn't tell. This was very 
satisfying. He seemed to totally lose it. 

The angle was awkward for her and after she hit her own 
fingers she got a shoelace and tied it loosely below 
the testicle, making it sit up in a tight pouch of 
scrotum. Pulling upwards on the string made hitting the 
target easy and she could flick the rod exactly onto 
either end of his ball. Wow!!! The stick caused 
explosions of pain that just kept on coming in endless 
waves. She hit right on the spot often enough to drive 
him right to the edge.

After the right testicle had its lot she gave him 5 
minutes of rest with the gag loosened so he could 
breath more easily. All the time she played with his 
penis. He whimpered and begged her not to hurt him any 
more but his cock was half hard after all the sucking 
and licking. 

Back to business, gag in. She rolled back his foreskin 
completely, held him firmly and upright in her left 
hand, pressing to make the head sit up firmly and took 
the thin whippy stick. She meant to hit harder than 
before. Kneeling now beside him on the bed, left hand 
hard around his prick, she could get a really sharp 
swing. More like when she got caned on the palm at 
junior school. She hit straight across his piss hole, 
six times in a row on the same spot and then turned her 
left hand so that she could get at him all over the 
purple head that was rapidly turning an angry dark red. 

His screams were wild and piercing despite being half 
muted by the gag. For a bit he became more erect and 
holding his penis lower down she could hit even harder, 
up and down across the shaft, taking care not to get 
her own fingers. Never had she heard animal screams 
like that before. His body shuddered and wrenched 
around with a strength she could not control. She had 
to time each flick of the cane carefully and that made 
it all take a lot longer.

She let him rest at 20 strokes. God she liked this, the 
power to hurt, to make him scream. What a Wow. She 
never got aroused when he caned her but this was making 
her soaking wet. And there was so much more fun to 
come.

Then it was time to get on with it. Laying his now soft 
and shrunken cock sort of face down along his belly she 
knelt between his spread legs and hit crisply along the 
length, the tip of the flexing rod biting into the 
swollen glans. Samantha knew the back of his shaft was 
really sensitive because he wanted her tongue and run 
her finger nails up and down there so much. 

Now the back of his penis was so well presented for a 
caning. Her hand came right down to below the level of 
his balls so that the switch flicked along the entire 
length of his cock. After each lash he threw himself 
around, shrieking and screaming into the gag. She 
soothingly stroked and licked him till he calmed down 
and then carefully laid the penis straight again ready 
for the next lash. He lay still like he was waiting for 
it each time and she kept on hitting harder and harder. 
After the count of 40 he got another long rest.
Then for the last 20 she held his penis vertically up 
by the tip and swished the rod with a vicious wrist and 
finger action from side to side making sure that it was 
the fast moving tip that cut into his nerve endings. 
She gave him 10 in one burst. After a second 10 he 
needed 15 minutes to seem sort of human again. He did 
not want her to lick and suck but that was his problem. 
She liked chewing on the swollen soft worm.

After a long rest he seemed to think it was over but 
then she got into position between his legs again. 
Seeing she was right handed that position gave her a 
good angle to swing the stick on his left testicle. She 
held his swollen right testicle and scrotum up high 
above the shrivelled penis and started all over again 
whacking the rod into his free testicle. He totally 
lost it. His screams were getting a bit weaker but 
satisfyingly demented. His body writhed and tossed but 
the bonds held. She made it last a long time. She now 
knew exactly where to land the stick for the best 
effect. Most of the strokes were angled up against the 
end of his testicle. By the time she finished his 
agonised swollen balls were so big that his scrotum was 
stretched tight. 

She straight away went on to suck him. It took ages, at 
least 30 minutes to get any life at all from his prick, 
another 10 or more for him to half harden and another 
15 to get the sort of reactions that made her think he 
might soon go off. She got ready, picking up the 
thicker stick. She tasted the beginning of the juice 
coming from his pee hole, Samantha arranged her 
position and sucked and tongued harder, softly scraping 
her finger nails along the back of his shaft. 

His penis shuddered and as the first spurt came out she 
swung hard across both the swollen testicles siting up 
perfectly just below her nose. Never had she imagined 
the noise and spasmic contortions that followed. His 
cock stabbed deep into the back of her throat. He all 
but threw her off. She pulled her head back to give 
herself a better swing and just as his second spurt 
came, a drool more than a spurt, she hit again and got 
the same reaction. She waited for his penis to pulse 
some more but it was just shrinking away as he screamed 
endlessly. 

Not a problem. To be good to her word she needed to hit 
him again. She stood back a bit so she could get a 
stronger swing and made the third whack hit him much 
harder than before. She swung the stick upwards, from 
between his knees across the rounded blunt ends of both 
his testicles. She felt like giving him another dozen 
like that but a promise was a promise and she put the 
stick down. That extra pleasure would have to wait till 
next time.

She left him for an hour before untying him and even 
then he just rolled into a foetal position and 
whimpered. It was nearly 2 hours since she had tied him 
to the bed. Spasms of agony still kept on shooting 
through him from his balls and penis. She lay down and 
pressed her body against the outside of him for a very 
long while before he began to respond to her. Only then 
did she take off the gag. He whimpered when she slipped 
her hand gently to hold his tight bag and bruised 
floppy penis but he moved to give her room. 

Don't feel sorry for him. He had it coming and I loved 
every bit of it. Making him scream was a real buzz. 
I've never had any sexual feelings when he punished me 
but this was different. I gave myself two orgasms with 
my right hand fingering my clit while holding his 
testicles so he was shit scared that I would hurt him 
again.

With my second orgasm my mind was drifting to thoughts 
of next time I had him tied up. I might just cane his 
bum, bend him over, knees tied tightly together and 
pull his ball sack backwards so it's sticking out the 
back and trapped between his thighs. He would never 
know when the cane would cut his testicles rather than 
his bottom. 

***

Let me know what you think. Send me any advice you can 
think of. Any comment welcome. Send to 
s999sloan@yahoo.com.au

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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