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Samantha Pays For Her Mistake
by Sandra Sloan (s999sloan@yahoo.com.au)

***

Samantha is a highly skilled financial manager but 
mistakes do happen. This one was her fault. She would 
do anything to keep the events secret. This is the 
story of the punishment she agreed to accept to satisfy 
the guy who lost the money as well as her female boss 
who really enjoyed every moment of her suffering. (MF, 
reluc, v, tor, rom)

***

Chapter 1: Chatting at work

Samantha had had a highly successful morning, that is, 
it went to nearly 3 pm when she closed the deal and 
signed off. Unusually for her, she went out to have 
lunch in a street stall with tables under a shady tree. 
She finished her salad and coffee and, still feeling 
smug about her morning, had just decided to have a 
second cup when she saw Sarah coming along the 
footpath. "Well, hello there Samantha. You're doing 
just what I was thinking of." 

"Come and join me Sarah. I'd love to tell someone about 
this morning and you're just about the only person 
apart from Bill that I can talk to about it." 

Over all of her six years in the company Samantha had 
been mentored by Sarah and learnt a lot from her. In 
the last 3 years Samantha had been entirely independent 
and her success had given her a high status. She was 
quite good friends with Sarah at that professional come 
personal level where mutual professional respect is a 
large part of the relationship. 

Sarah and her husband Bill owned and were joint 
partners in the firm. These days Sarah worked mainly 
from home, sort of reviewing the firm's activities for 
efficiency, quality control and for generally 
identifying new opportunities. She and Bill were the 
only ones who had full access to all the confidential 
files that the fund managers or analysts like Samantha 
worked on. 

Samantha Kerry was one of seventeen. After graduating 
she got a job as a junior research assistant. Within 3 
years she had become a full analyst initially with a 
few workhorse accounts and then developed her own 
clients. She advised where money should be held, be 
moved, gave other investment advice and managed the 
process when a client agreed to a recommendation. With 
a grin she would describe it as sweaty work when 
someone asked what she did. 

The intensity of this morning for instance was 
breathtaking. Over seven million dollars went through 3 
currencies, a property sale was confirmed, a factory 
started producing whatever it was and contracts were 
signed. She would make 8-10,000 on that for maybe all 
together 10 days work over the last 7 weeks with the 
end point today. Her base salary was not high but a 
system of bonuses like that could more than treble the 
steady income. This was her 6th big success in the last 
12 months plus a lot of little ones. 

So Samantha enjoyed her success, she had quickly become 
one of the best 4 analysts with clients trying to get 
onto her books. She made quite a lot of money, lived 
well and enjoyed the work. 

Sarah said "I'd love to hear Samantha." They ordered 
coffee and Samantha went through it, not showing off, 
just a professional account of the facts. "Samantha, 
that was a lovely bit of judgement and very nice work. 
Quite a detective you are. You have every right to feel 
pleased. That story could make me giggle with 
excitement and all the time keeping the client's 
backside covered. Can I tell Bill or do you want to." 
Having now told the story Samantha was enough. Bill 
would want to build bits of what she had done into the 
routine practice used by others and that was OK. 
Samantha had often benefited from the team experience. 
They worked well together though accounts were 'owned' 
confidentially. She was just about to say that Sarah 
should tell him when the conversation was interrupted 
by Sarah's mobile shrilling its tune. 

"Just a minute, Samantha. Yes Sarah Wilkinson here. Oh, 
hello Frank, what makes you call, nothing too serious I 
hope." Samantha made a motion to ask if she should go 
away but Sarah shook her head. Sarah began to look 
serious. The one sided conversation then went like 
this. "Yes Frank... is he hurt... that's good... he is 
very naughty to fight and I am really glad it is only 
bruised egos... Ohhh... I see... of course I remember 
last time... but that was 4 months ago... Ahh, yes I 
know the rule, I was on the council last year... of 
course I agree, you knew I would...do I have to... 
alright, alright... I am Sarah Wilkinson and at 3:25 pm 
today, 21st of May, I give parental approval for my son 
Jeremy to be given 8 strokes of the school cane for 
fighting... Frank I mean it, don't spare him, he is 
thirteen so use the big cane and make it hard...yes I 
thought you would... no I don't need to talk to him, 
just do it." 

She rang off. 

"You may well gasp Samantha, that's just an example of 
the worries of parenting. Last year the school council 
decided to severely increase corporal punishment for 
fighting. Anything over 6 strokes needs a parent to say 
yes." explained Sarah to an astonished looking 
Samantha. "I better get on my way so I can be home when 
he gets there. I'll tell you about it some time."

It was at an equally late lunch but in a deserted staff 
room three days later that they met again. "Oh Hello 
Sarah. How are things? Oh and how did Jimmy fare the 
other day?" "Wow Samantha, you should have seen him. 
Have you got a minute for the whole story?" Samantha 
nodded, "I have time, just waiting for some answers to 
come in later on. You can give me a blow by blow 
description" she giggled. She could not help thinking 
about 8 strokes of a cane on a little boy's pert bottom 
and certainly she felt an immediate squirming 
fascination about how it would have hurt. Seeing that 
would be something. Hearing Sarah give an account would 
have to be juicy enough. 

"Blow by blow, Ehh! very droll Samantha, very droll. 
Well what happened is this. In the first class after 
lunch he was rude to Miss Sampson, the history teacher. 
He does not like history or her but he had no excuse. 
He should have behaved better, and he was really silly 
because he knows she hits hard. Every teacher has a 
class room strap. That is 18 inches of heavy leather 2 
inches wide. Some use it more often and hurts more than 
others. She has a reputation. Teachers are only allowed 
to hit on the hands. 

She gave him six, 3 on each hand, nice and slowly 
apparently. She does not hit across the palm like you 
would think. She has the kid point a hand at her and 
hits along the length of the hand, so the strap comes 
down across fingers and palm. It must really hurt and 
she swings it with a great flick of the wrist. So he 
got alternating whacks starting on his right hand. I 
saw her once punishing two girls. I tell you they both 
screamed.

Anyway, he told me he was crying by the time she came 
back for the second on his right hand and after that he 
howled, really blubbed. He said he could hardly hold 
his hands out for the third ones. She took her time to 
make him hold his hands very steady, stretched very 
flat and she hit right on the lines of the first two so 
it would hurt more." Samantha gasped "God that's 
cruel." "Well" continued Sarah, "She must have quite 
angry to hurt such a lot. But anyway that was the 
start."

Sarah went on, "Then at recess some boys teased him 
about being a cry baby and all of a sudden there was a 
punch up and then he was in the headmaster's office. 
That's Frank Evans, you met him once at our place, 
remember? He is a golfing buddy of Bill's." "Of course, 
we met a couple more times, I thought he was nice." 
"Well, after the phone call Frank told the boys to come 
to his office 10 minutes before the end of school. When 
they got there he did the other boy first, Jeremy tells 
me he only got 4, first offence, but the kid screamed 
after the third one. It is not over so quickly because 
Frank waits a good bit between strokes. Jeremy was 
really frightened by then. For his turn he had to lean 
over the back of a school desk, you know the old 
fashioned sort for 2 kids with the fold up bench seat. 

Frank has one in his office. He says it doubles as a 
museum piece and for bending boys over. Incidentally 
Mrs. Williams the head Mistress, also has one in her 
office and it gets a lot of use as well. So Jimmy found 
himself standing against the front of the desk, bending 
right over the top to stretch his pants tightly over 
his bottom and having to hold his head below the folded 
up seat." 

"The first I saw of him was at the corner of the 
street. He was walking stiffly and you could see he was 
still sobbing. When he came in he rushed to me to hold 
him and cried and cried for minutes before I could 
quieten him a bit. I told him a bath might help and 
then I would put some moisturiser on his bottom. I ran 
a luke warm bath with him sobbing behind me. He could 
hardly undo his buttons because his fingers hurt. So I 
had to undress him and helped lower him slowly into the 
water. At first he cried more but then it did seem to 
help him calm down. When he got out I helped dry him 
and he went to lie on his bed. 

"Well you should have seen his bottom. Nine raised 
welts, each about half an inch across, purple red and 
blue. Three of them were diagonal, close together, 
crossing the straight across ones on both cheeks. It 
looked awful." 

"How come there were 9, I thought you said eight." 

"You are right." Sarah smirked and grinned. "I asked 
him that and he said he got an extra for not holding 
still. Wait for this Samantha. He said watching the 
other boy and then bending over himself made his willie 
grow and he just had to move to get it out of the way." 

Samantha's hand flew to her mouth, she had to laugh at 
the thought. 

Sarah joined in. "It was pretty serious really you 
know." 

Samantha nodded in sympathy. "He told me how he had 
cried on only the second one. Frank had stood well back 
and really thrashed it into him. I've seen the big 
cane, it is 30 inches of smooth yellow rattan and looks 
really bad. Only kids who are 13 and over get that one 
so he just qualified. Jeremy said he could not help 
begging not to be hit so hard and before it was half 
way over he was just howling. He did not even think 
about it when waiting for the fifth one he moved for 
his willie and when Frank told him he would get an 
extra one for not keeping still he said he screamed and 
begged. He could not help screaming for every stroke 
after that. Apparently Frank did it quite slowly even 
by his standards so it seemed to Jeremy it would never 
end. It hurt a lot." 

"The poor boy," said Samantha "Did you give him a pain 
killer?"

"No, Bill and I have talked about that before. When a 
punishment has happened they should have to bear it."

Samantha raised her eye brows. "So do you use corporal 
punishment at home, do you have a cane?" 

"Ha, no," said Sarah, "we decided not to get a cane. 
That is for school. But I do have a perfectly effective 
little paddle." 

"Really, tell me Sarah."

Sarah looked around again to make sure that no one was 
in the room before confiding to Samantha. "You promise 
never to tell about this?" 

Samantha nodded. 

"Well, I do spank when needed. It sort of happens every 
2 or 3 months. The paddle is only small but I can tell 
you it can hurt quite impressively. It is wooden, about 
2 inches wide, just a bit longer than a foot ruler and 
a good half inch thick. I got Bill to make it 3 or 4 
years ago, a hand on the bottom was not good enough 
anymore, at least for Jeremy, though now both get it. 
Bill does not really approve me using it much and he 
has never used it himself. It is quite wicked. One end 
is narrowed into a short handle, the front end has 3 
holes drilled in it about 2 inches apart. That makes it 
smack harder and helps the bottom really feel it." 

Samantha tried picturing the situation. "I can just 
imagine it Sarah but a foot sounds like it's a bit 
small, it would hardly reach over even a small bottom." 

"You are right. But I'll tell you the way I use it. 
Both Jeremy and Alice really try not to come back for 
more. They always get it at bed time no matter when 
during the day they got into trouble. They spend the 
time knowing that it's coming that night. I don't let 
them watch each other getting it but I guess they hear 
the sound effects. I never listen to any pleading or 
change my mind. With Jeremy when he has gotten into his 
pyjamas he comes out to tell me. I take the paddle and 
we go to his room. He takes his pants right off, moves 
his pillow down to the middle of the bed and lies face 
down across it, along the right hand edge. His little 
round bottom sits up very nicely. 

"I then stand next to his shoulders so my right arm is 
perfectly over him. I hit down the length of the cheeks 
one at a time. The paddle fits perfectly that way. One 
stroke on top of the cheek and the next on the lower 
curve. The whacks overlap in the middle. So he gets two 
whacks for each count, one on each cheek. I tell you I 
always hit fairly hard and do it nice and slowly. Each 
whack of the paddle leaves a lovely red streak at least 
6 inches long. The standard is 8 whacks on each side. 

"If he has been very naughty he gets up to 12 and 
sometimes I give him another lot the next night. 
Usually he really cries after only four or five no 
matter how hard he tries to be brave." Samantha could 
not help but be fascinated at this picture of pain and 
a glimpse into Sarah's family life. She pushed a bit 
for more of the story. "What's the most you have ever 
given him?" 

"Oh, just last January during the school holidays there 
was one really bad occasion. Bill was away for 10 days 
on a job. Elaine, Jeremy and I were alone at home on 
the Saturday. There was trouble with Jill, the girl 
next door. The 3 of them often play together with just 
the odd squabble up to then. I gave him 18 that time 
and a dozen the next night." 

Samantha was amazed, what could a 13 year old do to the 
girl next door. "You don't have to tell me but I am 
fascinated. What on earth did he do?" "I don't mind 
telling you as long as you never let on to Bill or 
Jeremy that we talked about it." To Samantha it seemed 
Sarah had really been looking for a chance to talk 
about it to someone. 

"Well, Jill's mother Janice and I were just having a 
chat and coffee. The kids were outside. Suddenly we 
heard Jill screaming. We rushed out to the garden. 
Jeremy had grabbed and squeezed Jill's breasts. His 
dirty hand prints were all over the front of her shirt. 
We just about caught him in the act. He made it worse 
then by saying it was her fault, that she made him. I 
could not understand why he would lie so obviously. 
Alice said she had seen him do it. Well Janice calmed 
Jill down and told Jeremy he was very naughty. She 
looked to me to see what I would do. So I told her that 
I would give him the most severe spanking he had ever 
had." 

"Jeremy just kept on saying it was not his fault. That 
made me decide not to wait until bed time. I told 
Janice I would spank him right now and when she nodded 
and got up to leave I said she should stay and watch to 
see that he got it properly. He started crying right 
there and then. I could not let him get away with it. I 
told him to go and get the paddle. He came in bawling 
and gave it to me and I let Janice hold it till I had 
him ready. 

Janice was telling Jill to go home but I said she could 
stay too if Janice did not mind. So Jill stayed to 
watch and so did Alice, though I did not notice her at 
first. I don't think the girls had ever seen anyone let 
alone a boy getting spanked before. I know Janice gives 
Jill the strap because I have heard it landing on what 
sounded like a bare bottom and her howling. 

"I told Jeremy to stand against the right side of an 
armchair and told him to take off his pants and undies 
and then lean over the arm rest with his face on the 
seat and arms folded under him. I remember thinking the 
chair did a better job of stretching his bottom nice 
and tightly than lying over a pillow." 

Sarah stopped for a moment and then went on. "I told 
him that this time he would get 18 and another dozen 
the next night. You should have heard him howl and 
plead at that but I just went ahead. I hit him quite a 
bit harder than normal. The first whack left a wide red 
stripe. The holes made 3 dark red rings, that really 
stings. You should have seen and heard him. He howled 
really loudly and after just 3 he kicked his legs like 
anything. Jill and Alice went around behind him to get 
a better look. 

"I guess they must have had a good sight of his bottom 
and when he kicked so wildly, his little bag as well. I 
can tell you he screamed that day. I made it last quite 
a while, a good pause in between each whack. Afterwards 
I made him stand up with his hands on his head and 
lectured him. He danced from foot to foot, bending over 
and wriggling backwards and forwards to try and ease 
the pain. I said that was enough for the moment. Janice 
told him she hoped that it would hurt even more the 
next night. On that day at least his willie stayed very 
small and the girls made sure they had a good look as 
it flopped up and down," she added with a grin. 

"Wow!" said Samantha, "there is something about a good 
spanking on a boy's bare bottom, isn't there. I would 
not have minded being there myself. I can see why 
you've asked me to never tell. Did you really hit him 
again," she added fishing for a bit more of the story. 

"Sure. At bed time the next night. He howled already 
when he was pulling his pants off before I even 
started. I know it was probably too cruel but he 
deserved it. I hit really hard again right on top of 
the bruises. He could not help kicking his legs and his 
whole body jerked around with trying to get away from 
the paddle."

"Do you whack Elaine too?" 

"Yes, but being only 11 she gets no more than six or 
eight and it does not happen very often. She is a real 
cry baby and howls before I start but she gets it hard 
all the same. Don't get the wrong impression. I don't 
have to spank very often. What he gets at school is 
another thing. I have to go now, see you later."

That left Samantha pressing her thighs together feeling 
quite hot. 


Chapter 2: Not all is right

Samantha's professional success kept on growing. She 
did not have a boyfriend at that time. The previous 
relationship with Bob had lasted a sexy 8 months but 
after a while all he wanted Frank to do was get married 
and start a family. At 29 she felt she was not ready 
for that. So when they broke up she did not get into 
any other steady relationship though after the odd 
party she found herself in bed for the night. She 
usually enjoyed that but it was not the main thing in 
her life and none of those men made her want to look 
for anything more from them. Getting screwed was 
certainly nice even though she would only orgasm ever 
now and then. She did not mind, it was just how she 
was. 

She liked the excitement, anticipation and tension of 
working up to it and the feel of the guys inside her. 
Most of the guys were not all that good at fucking. 
Having them play with her body was nice but once she 
started working on their cocks with her finger nails 
they just wanted to push into her. 

It was in this non-boyfriend phase that she had met 
Frank Evans, at a staff and friends party that Bill and 
Sarah gave. Apparently he played golf with Bill. She 
and Frank started talking and they got on really well. 
They went out again twice but did not end up in bed. 
She liked him but at the time he had to go away for the 
school summer holidays and then she got sent to the 
States by Bill on what he called "Work experience in a 
friendly company."

That was about 4 months ago and neither of them had 
taken up the contact again. Still, one day, Samantha 
had thought and now he was suddenly brought to her 
attention. 

It was some weeks later, a normal Monday afternoon, 
Samantha was just shutting down and getting ready to go 
home when a shivering thought stabbed through her mind. 
The Bartholomew transaction. The moment the thought hit 
she knew it was bad, real bad. She started up her 
computer again and in less than 5 minutes she had the 
whole debacle in front of her. Last Thursday she should 
have moved his funds. He had told her to go ahead at 
the right moment early that week. She had simply 
forgotten. The pressure of some other nice moves had 
played tricks on her infallible memory and now she had 
made a terrible mistake. The numbers on the screen 
showed the painful facts. Bartholomew had lost out on 
something approaching 700,000. It was a windfall that 
she had predicted, he had told her to go for it. 

"Oh gawd, what a shit," she mumbled to herself. And 
Bartholomew of all people. He was a good client but so 
particular and she had always thought him a nasty piece 
of work. His business was their largest client, quiet 
apart from the investment work he did for himself 
through Samantha. 

She shuddered at the trouble this blunder might cause. 
Bartholomew owned and managed a large factory and as a 
sideline he personally managed the odd bit of loose 
cash that the factory had from time to time. Like on 
average 3-4 million in short term investments and 
Samantha looked after most of it. She had pointed out 
the opportunity, he had agreed and sent extra funds to 
her and then she had not acted on it. If she had never 
discovered the opportunity in the first place no one 
would have ever become aware of it. What a mess. Would 
he be nice about it, about maybe $800,000 all up? No 
way, shit was going to fly. The light was still on in 
Bills office. 

She told Bill. He immediately saw the seriousness. 
"Alright" he said, "Give me a list of all the files. 
Sarah will have a look through tonight and do a double 
check. We meet at 8:30tomorrow. Be here." There was no 
need to remind her to be there. It just showed how 
tense he was. Could it be worse than she realised.

Samantha did not sleep well. After Bill's reaction she 
had got even more worried. When she drove into the car 
park before 8 Bill's car was already there. She had 
great difficulty in controlling her mind. Panic was 
very close. She had had plenty of ups and downs in her 
trading and business scheming but never had she 
experienced any crisis like this. She new she could get 
rubbed out. If this went to the Association Tribunal 
she would spend the rest of her life doing some low 
level accounting job. Bill must have heard her come 
into the office because she had hardly sat down when 
her phone rang and he told her to come in right away.

"Sit down Samantha, Sarah will go over the mess and see 
if you agree." Sarah went straight into it. Her 
assessment of the damage was closer to 850,000 but even 
worse she told Samantha how the Bartholomew account was 
really important for the whole company in ways she did 
not explain. The 850,000 would only be part of the 
damage if he withdrew his business, let alone if he 
publicly sued for damages. 

"To make sure you see the importance of what this 
mistake could precipitate, Samantha, let me tell you 
that you could possibly loose your registration and 
your job. The money having to be paid in compensation 
is just the start. It is nothing directly to do with 
you, except that your mistake has brought on the 
crisis, but our circumstances at the moment are such 
that if Bartholomew got nasty we would be in deep 
trouble. The business may have to restructure and 
downsize. Five years of growth could be reversed." 
Samantha thought she could see that she was going to be 
offered up as the first sacrifice. 

Bill saw the look on her face. "Let me get this 
straight Samantha. Sarah and I have agreed that the 
main objective is to negotiate with Bartholomew to save 
both your carrier with us and our business. We are not 
throwing you away. Depending on his attitude the amount 
of cash could be a bigger problem just now than it 
would be normally. I am afraid the fact that you having 
made several million for him in the last 2 years will 
count for little. Anyway, be clear that what we do will 
be designed to save you and your position with this 
company. That of course includes the other staff that 
would get sacked if this went badly. The problem is we 
do not have a strong position." 

Samantha nodded. "Thank you both for seeing it that 
way. I don't want to be responsible for ruining other 
people's jobs. I will do anything I can." 

Bartholomew was going to come for a meeting at 6pm. By 
7 she would know just how bad it was going to be. 

She did nothing all day except sit and stare at her 
screen and went for a walk three times just to be out 
of the place. After five the office emptied quickly and 
no one thought it strange that she was staying. Just 
after 6 Bartholomew walked in and went straight to 
Bill's office with that ratty faced PA of his, Lyn 
Jackson. Samantha had met her twice and there was a 
mutual feeling of dislike. Two minutes later Bill 
called Samantha in. She took deep breaths, wiped a 
tissue over her face and went. 

There was no introduction. Bill said they all knew what 
had happened and asked Bartholomew to speak. "Well 
young lady" he said, "You have stuffed up and this 
whole firm did nothing about it. What has happened is 
unprofessional on all your parts, a complete breakdown 
of authority, duty of care and quality control. Lyn has 
taken the time to go over the figures and the damage 
could be as high as 1.1 million. The circumstances are 
clearly such that I could sue, there is no doubt about 
a successful outcome. 

Lyn's professional advice was not to come here at all 
but to put the case in the hands of the company 
lawyers. I know she is right and that is probably the 
most likely outcome but we have worked together for 
some years and I thought it was correct to come and let 
you have your say." Lyn was good, she kept a straight 
professional face right through this.

Bill had expected a slower start but he did not show 
it. He also saw an opening because Bartholomew's words 
suggested that no one other than those in the room knew 
about the problem. 

Bill said, "We also know exactly how this stands and 
what it looks like. We do not want a court case for 
obvious reasons. We want to use your coming here to 
explore any possibility of compensation to you that 
would stop you from pursuing legal action and accept an 
alternative. Incidentally our figure for the damage is 
850,000 but that detail would be worked out jointly if 
we came to a potential arrangement." Bartholomew said 
to go ahead. 

Bill and Sarah had decided to be completely open about 
the failure of their business though Samantha noticed 
there was no mention of anything relating to why this 
had happened at such a bad time. Bill spoke for nearly 
10 minutes. Samantha's role and fault was clearly 
admitted but there was also a company breakdown of 
checks and controls. He outlined what they had already 
decided to do about this and how this could never 
happen again. 

With regards to compensation he did not name a figure 
but made it clear that he would not let that stand in 
the way of any agreement. He also made it clear that if 
they did agree that a binding confidentiality clause 
would have to be included so his company could continue 
to trade and grow as it had been doing. There was 
silence for 2 minutes. Neither Bill nor Sarah tried to 
further explain or embellish. 

Bartholomew nodded his head. "I like it when people 
bite the bullet. I appreciate what you have laid out 
before me and believe me, I know enough about all the 
circumstances to understand fully what you are 
offering. I am inclined to give this favourable 
consideration and we can talk about some moderate 
financial adjustment." Lyn looked pained at this 
development and Samantha was just thinking that she 
might get out of it all with barely a mention. 

Bartholomew continued to speak, he turned to Samantha 
and shattered her world without raising his voice. 
"That leaves Miss Kerry, the immediate cause of this 
problem. She needs to be dealt with. This is a quite 
separate issue from that of settling questions between 
the companies. She has to suffer the consequences of 
her carelessness and I admit that in cases like this I 
feel that a form of punishment has to be applied. 

"I want you to sack her and in a couple of days I will 
lodge malpractice papers against her personally so that 
your company does not officially enter into the case 
with the complaints tribunal. They take a particularly 
hard line with cases like this. That will see her 
registration cancelled, have a personal compensation 
figure of perhaps 2-300,000 awarded to me and get her 
blackballed for at least 10 years. I think you can see 
that given the evidence all of this would happen 
without much question, all I have to do is ask for the 
judgment." 

This was it. Samantha saw her life fly away. She was 
going to be sacked, humiliated in front of the tribunal 
and never get another job in this unforgiving 
profession. She felt totally flattened by his simple, 
unbending destruction of her life. He could even get 
her savings for compensation.

He continued. "In terms of satisfaction and money the 
tribunal pathway is the best option for me. However I 
am prepared to listen to other ideas. Do not even try 
to persuade me to change the severity of what I would 
demand from the tribunal or I will just walk out. But 
as I said I will listen to other ideas. On the way over 
here, Lyn suggested what I have just said is too severe 
and long term. She thought a real life experience might 
do Miss Kerry a lot of good but she should be able to 
re-establish herself in time. 

"So, at her suggestion, the second option I put to you 
and which would satisfy my sense of justice, is that 
Miss Kerry would take a binding contract to work for 6 
months as a cleaner in the canteen at our Morningtown 
factory. We have trouble getting people to stay in that 
job, particularly women, and we have a current vacancy. 
Ten hour night shifts with physically demanding work in 
a canteen of over 400 men on the minimum wage. If you 
chose this alternative but did not complete the 
contract I will simply go back to the tribunal." 
Turning to Bill he said "You could give her 6 months 
leave and not have to sack her. What you do afterwards 
is your business." 

Samantha thought that Lyn now looked particularly smug. 
There must be a terrible trick to that job. It must be 
even worse than it seemed. Maybe all the night shift 
workers get raped. In any case being away for 6 months 
meant she would loose all her clients. Even if Bill 
kept her on she would have to start at the bottom. But 
all that was a better option than the tribunal where 
she had no chance and her carrier would be wrecked in 
30 minutes. 

"I am quite prepared to listen to any other option for 
dealing with this. If anyone can think of something 
that would add to the choices available to Miss Kerry, 
please say so. I have presented two. It is her choice. 
I want her decision by 5pmtomorrow or I will proceed 
with preparing the papers for the tribunal option. If 
you wish to select the cleaning job come into the 
office before 4pmand Lyn will have a contract ready for 
you to sign." He sat back.

There was total silence. Samantha felt almost 
irrelevant to proceedings. She was just the life and 
body being discussed. After 2 or 3 minutes Bartholomew 
picked up his pen and looked as though he was getting 
ready to leave. Then Sarah spoke for the first time, "I 
have a third suggestion to put to you. What if Samantha 
accepted corporal punishment, could that meet your need 
for justice?" The earlier silence was relatively noisy 
compared to this one, everyone seemed to have stopped 
breathing. Samantha's hands flew over her mouth, some 
gasps later she managed to get out a vague protest. 
"You can't be serious." 

However Bartholomew did not reject the idea. Quite 
seriously he said "You mean something like that nurse 
in the Middle East who is half way through getting five 
lots of 80 lashes with a 4 foot cane." 

Samantha was shaking without even realising it but 
Sarah kept a level head and was thinking on her feet. 
"Certainly nothing so inhuman. The manner and intensity 
of a punishment could be discussed later. Let's see if 
we can agree on the principle. You would have to agree 
to write a letter stating that you make no claim 
against Samantha over this issue and in no way hold the 
events of the past week against her. We would not sack 
her, in fact she would stay in her present position and 
you would be prepared to continue as one of her clients 
because overwhelmingly you have had a profitable 
outcome," she said looking from face to face, "Everyone 
would be sworn to secrecy so that the financial and 
personal events would never be known by anyone else. 
Any agreed punishment would not be mentioned in your 
letter." 

Again a long silence. Samantha could think of nothing 
to say. Her mind and tongue seemed locked up. 
Bartholomew no longer looked like he was going to walk 
out, in fact his eyes were on Samantha as though 
thinking of what she would look like getting the cane. 

Then he spoke, "I agree in principle. If Miss Kerry 
selects this option you should ring before 10amtomorrow 
and then meet Lyn to work out the details. It has to be 
all settled by 5pm. I think it more appropriate that 
details be discussed without us men being around. I 
also have some conditions. If you call to say Miss 
Kerry wants to use the corporal punishment option I 
will then give Lyn an outline of the severity I would 
accept as enough justice. You can negotiate and I will 
listen to your opinion but you will have to accept my 
final say. 

"However, Miss Kerry must in turn agree to take the 
punishment of her own free will, she must be allowed to 
back out at any time, perhaps until the moment when it 
starts. Secondly the punishment must be administered by 
a competent person so as to ensure it to be 
satisfactorily painful but also that there is no chance 
of accidental long term damage to her body. She is not 
to be forced into this choice in any way. I await you 
phone call tomorrow morning." He got up, shook hands 
with Bill and Sarah and walked out. Lyn tagged behind 
with a sideways look at Samantha, smirking at the sight 
of her wet eyes.

When they were gone Sarah turned to Samantha. "Well, I 
promised to try and save your carrier. The corporal 
punishment thought just came to me in that terrible 
silence when he finished speaking and it looked as 
though it was all over. I can see you are shocked but 
think about it. It would be very awful while it lasted 
but a few days later you would be as good as new, going 
on with your life and getting more successful day by 
day as you have been, except for this. 

"The other options are both a disaster, I don't have to 
explain that. Go home and think about it. Obviously you 
don't know the details at this stage but as he said you 
can back out later if it sounds too bad, when you find 
out what punishment he is going to insist on. I hope 
you take it because Samantha, when it's all over I want 
you back here." Samantha left with just a mumbled 
goodnight.


Chapter 3: There was no choice

She got home safely in light traffic, hardly knowing 
what her car was doing. She sat down at the kitchen 
table, lay her head on her arms and cried her eyes out. 
After a long while she blindly reached for a tissue to 
dry her face and wipe the pool off the table. She was 
still sobbing heavily. Suddenly she giggled then she 
burst into hysterical laughter, imagining herself bent 
over the table with her pants down and a 4 foot long 
cane crashing into her behind. How much would it hurt? 
She calmed down a bit and suddenly felt totally 
exhausted. She lay down on her bed in all her clothes, 
curled up into a ball and surprisingly fell into a deep 
sleep. 

Some time during the night she woke up, got undressed 
and climbed between the sheets. She cried some more, 
from relieve rather than concern about the beating and 
slept till morning. Looking into the mirror she saw a 
total red eyed wreck. After a very long shower and 
attention to her body and face she felt better and 
looked better. An hour later she was off to work to 
tell Sarah that she would do it. After it was done, she 
would again be on top of her life again getting over a 
humiliating few minutes being caned. Probably it would 
really hurt so she would scream and her bottom would 
keep on hurting afterwards. She actually felt thankful 
it was not a lot worse.

"You have made the right decision Samantha. It is the 
best for you but Bill and I want to thank you for being 
so brave because either of the other options, while not 
directed at the business intentionally, would still 
have had repercussions and would have badly affected us 
and other staff." 

Sarah and Lyn met over lunch. "So she has gone for the 
getting thrashed option." "That's right, thank 
goodness," said Sarah. 

"You know Sarah, I get the impression that you quite 
like the thought of her getting beaten and you being 
there, seeing it and making sure it's really bad. Maybe 
she was just getting a bit too high and mighty and this 
experience will serve her well while being quite 
delicious for you to dish out." 

"If you can see all that Lyn, I better never play poker 
for money. You are right, I am going to love her 
getting it." 

What Sarah did not say was that if this mismanagement 
story got out their whole business would be threatened. 
She really wanted revenge, not just punishment. She was 
hiding these feelings as carefully as she could 
particularly from Bill. 

Lyn laughed, "Let's get started on the details. The 
boss actually looked up a web site describing what that 
poor nurse was getting. He showed me, it's awful. She 
gets tied naked face down onto a narrow sloped board, 
head down to help keep her from blacking out, arms out 
in front, feet fixed to the high end, a loose strap 
around her waist. Then a woman officer stands sort of 
at her knees and whacks her real slow like 10 times 
with the 4 foot cane along her back, 5 on each side of 
her backbone with a couple curling around her ribs. 
Then she stands to one side and does 10 across her bum 
and thighs. 

"With each stroke the girl screams and her body 
contorts and bows upwards. They give her a break to 
recover her strength from all that contorting and 
screaming. Then another woman gives the next 20, 
carefully crossing over the first lot of welts to make 
it hurt more. They do it very slowly, more than half a 
minute between strokes, so the whole thing takes an 
hour and a half. 

"There are 3 photos of her, back arched up on rigid 
arms, floppy tits swung sideways, her face distorted in 
a sort of catatonic scream. It shows the parallel 
tracks of welts up her back and her bum and thighs look 
raw. There were 3 or 4 welts that curled around each 
side over the base of her breasts. Can't tell if they 
did that on purpose. Apparently she howls and wails for 
more than an hour after it is finished." Lyn's voice 
was hot and tense describing this picture.

Sarah thought of how the poor woman would feel a couple 
of weeks later, knowing just what to expect as the next 
flogging got closer and closer. Lyn continued, "Well, 
he wants us to do it like that. She should be tied 
down, she is to be hit hard enough to scream all the 
time for 90 minutes. If she faints take your time to 
wake her up and just add the minutes onto the end. He 
is a typical man pig actually. He wants to go one 
better, he said she should get 50 strokes on her 
buttocks and thighs, then she should be turned over and 
get 30 on her breasts. Could you believe he actually 
said they looked big enough to take it. He wants her 
hurt a good deal more than I thought, so that she won't 
be able to lie on her front or her back for the next 3 
days. The cane has to be 3 foot long." 

"Wow!" said Sarah, she liked this, she just managed to 
stop herself from licking her lips. But the severity 
needed to be a bit less, you did not want her needing a 
doctor afterwards. "Can I suggest making it a bit more 
moderate. I agree with the aim to have her scream 
continually but not for so long, say 60 minutes." Lyn 
nodded, but said that was outside her zone of 
negotiation. Sarah went on, "I think 3 dozen really 
hard ones on the bum is all she can take without too 
much damage" 

"I agree with you. I will try to get him to change on 
that but you will have to wait and see. He does have 
the last word you remember." 

"Then," Sarah went on, "I like the idea about punishing 
her breasts but even though he would like it, he can't 
have cane strokes like she'll get on the bum because 
that would damage her. But the pain options are very 
wide on tits, aren't they. Any suggestions?" 

Lyn grinned, "You could squash them hard, that would be 
pretty bad particularly if you kept it up for a good 
while." 

Sarah nodded and went on, "I need to think about it. In 
any case you can assure him that I agree about doing 
her breasts and I will guarantee the level of pain and 
screams. Let's say the intension is that when her 
breasts get it she will hurt so much that she forgets 
all about the cane strokes across her bum. How does 
that sound." 

Lyn said, "He will love that idea. It sounds good. I 
think he will give the OK, though I am not so sure 
about coming down to 36 or about the total time. Also, 
I don't know how to put this but I got the impression 
he would quite like to have her fucked to humiliate her 
a bit more, you know how men get hot on that. Also he 
wants evidence that it has been done properly. I know 
now that you will really hurt her, probably more than 
needed, but he has to have proof. He would like to be 
present but realises that can't be, so he wants me 
there recording events. I would not touch her or 
participate in any way." Lyn's eyes betrayed her 
eagerness at this prospect. 

This problem had occurred to Sarah. He would want to be 
sure it was not pretence like in some film set. Lyn's 
hopes would have to be dashed. "We can't have you there 
or any other witnesses for legal reasons. What I 
suggest is that I will supervise whoever we get to do 
the job, so if a stroke is not hard enough I will have 
it repeated immediately."

She smiled at Lyn, "At a guess I think that might 
happen at least 6 times. Then I will take photos. You 
will get to view the photos but will not get copies. 
They will be deleted except for one copy that Samantha 
can have to help remind her of the lesson. We should 
also have a sound recorder so you can hear every thing, 
the swish and crack of the cane, my instructions and 
comments and of course her begging and screaming. You 
will get a copy of the recording." 

Lyn liked her lips. "I like all that, he will probably 
agree. You are going to have a lovely time. I wish I 
could be there." 

"The last thing is the letter. I want to see a draft of 
the letter to make sure it is as needed. You rightly 
think I am looking forward to having her thrashed till 
she is demented but make no mistake, I am determined to 
have her interests, other than the sore bum and tits, 
well looked after." Lyn nodded and handed over a 
prepared draft. Sarah studied it, read it several times 
and said "Good, That's fine." 

"Sarah, you have to trust him until you bring the 
evidence. Then he will sign." That was a risk but there 
was no way around it. She agreed. They then tucked in 
to the sandwiches and orange juice. On the way out Lyn 
said she would ring as soon as she could get 
confirmation from him. Sarah said Samantha would then 
ring Lyn and confirm her decision and when that 
happened Lyn should just say yes and not talk about any 
details. 

The call came at 2:30. "It's almost as planned. Though 
I am afraid he did not agree with three dozen, he wants 
42 strokes. He said if her bum can't take any more use 
her back and ribs. Also it has to be for 75 minutes. As 
part of the deal he wants you to make her take a 
stimulant capsule. Our drivers take them illegally to 
stay awake on long shifts. For this purpose he says it 
will stop her from passing out and make her more alert 
and feel the pain more acutely. I think he is drooling 
over the picture of Samantha stretched out throwing 
herself around in agony, like we were saying." 

"OK Lyn, I will tell Samantha and she will call you 
back. I will get her to say yes. Remember, when she 
calls don't talk about the details. I need to break 
that to her slowly. And I will find a way to get her to 
take the medicine." "Oh, one other thing," added Lyn. 
"Make the evidence good, really good. Make it quite 
clear about how much she is suffering. He would like to 
see and hear her get fucked. See what you can do."

Sarah called in Samantha and told her. She said she 
would explain all the stipulated punishment but only 
got as far as mentioning the 42 strokes on the bare 
bottom before Samantha said, "Sarah, don't tell me any 
more. I am going to lie down and take this, whatever it 
is that I have coming, however bad it is. I have to, it 
is the only choice. I don't want to know the details 
because I might get so frightened I will back out. I 
need to do this, even though it is not fair that I have 
to. It is the best I can do for me and for you and a 
lot of other people. It was my fault and I will suffer 
for it. The thought that a few days later my life will 
be back to normal is what I focus on." 

Sarah nodded. This was far easier than she had thought. 
'You are being very brave Samantha. I need you to ring 
Lyn and tell her you agree. Just say that you do. You 
don't have to talk to her." 

"OK." 

"Take off whatever time you want between now and you 
know, and afterwards take at least a week. We will tell 
people you have 2 weeks off, family reasons. I will 
look after your accounts as best I can."


Chapter 4: The mental agony

Frank was in his office when the call was put through. 
"Hello Frank, this is Sarah. Could I come in and see 
you about a matter late this afternoon?" They agreed on 
6pmand Frank thought that yet another parent was going 
to complain about changes to the school uniform. 

Sarah knew where to go, found his open office door, 
knocked and walked in and ominously shut the door 
behind her. "Ah, is this not about the school 
uniform?." "Sit down Frank. This is going to stun you. 
We need your help on a very important and sensitive 
matter." 

"Shoot Sarah, anything I can do," he said having no 
idea how the next 5 minutes would shock and astound 
him. Sarah's approach was that they all needed his 
help, she and Bill did and Samantha did. She did not 
tell him the business background though that was 
obviously very serious and she stressed the 
confidentiality.

Frank really looked stunned. "Well I hear what your 
saying. Let me think about it. I suppose in principle I 
agree but it is all based on her convincing me that she 
comes to this willingly and so to speak that it is for 
her own good. I'll ring you tonight or tomorrow 
morning." 

"OK Frank. Oh by the way how long is the severe cane?" 
He replied it was about 30 inches and when she looked 
doubtful he said he had a longer one at home from his 
previous school that was about 34 inches. She nodded. 
"That one would do. Also if you will do this for us 
start thinking about the practical details. We have to 
get this done quickly."

Frank's concentration was shattered. She had said 42 
strokes, bum and possibly back, pain for 75 minutes. He 
locked up his office and went home. He had been trying 
to think of a way to get to talk to Samantha again and 
see more of her but could not quite get himself to do 
it. After what Sarah was talking about she would never 
want to see him again. 

By the time he walked through his front door the 
thought of Samantha stretched out, screaming with the 
pain from just the first few welts across her bum had 
taken over his mind, not to mention his dick. She would 
have to agree to take her clothes off. Her nude, 
getting it on the bare bum would be great. It had only 
taken him only half the 20 minutes on the way home to 
conclude that he would do it and do it very hard indeed 
just like Sarah wanted. He thought he would wait till 
half past seven to ring Sarah so that he did not show 
unseemly haste. In the meantime he could consider the 
possible details.

His cellar was perfect, almost completely sound proof. 
He had his wine collection down there and workshop 
stuff. He had checked the noise once when concerned 
about disturbing the neighbors when using a terribly 
loud grinder that needed heavy ear muffs late at night. 
That and even really loud music and screeching songs 
could not be heard outside unless you held your ear 
against the one small thick glass window. 

So she would not have to be gagged, they could let her 
scream and beg. His cock stiffened so much it was 
painful. He looked around. There was quite a choice of 
things to fix her to, the coffee table and arm chair at 
the wine end and in the workshop end the saw horse, 
heavy wooden stool and a work bench against the wall. 
He got the cane out from the back corner of the 
cupboard. He slashed it down across the back of the 
armchair. 

That's how it would sound. His mind pictured all the 
details of Samantha he could remember. Very pretty face 
with a beautiful smile, well shaped body with modest 
breasts though it was hard to be sure, a good waist 
with just a touch of too much weight and a very round 
bottom. That night wearing a rather short skirt she had 
shown smoothly rounded but quite muscular thighs. She 
looked strong which was good for her beating. 

Gawd, she would look good naked and stretched out over 
the saw horse and the bench or stool. Her breasts 
dangling underneath and flying around as she flung 
herself around with the pain of each stroke. He could 
feel the vibration of the cane biting into her bottom. 
He was actually quite shocked at his reaction, at how 
he turned so cruel at the prospect of having Samantha 
naked and in his power. 

Sarah had only mentioned 42 strokes on the buttocks, 
thighs and back. He thought some more about her body 
bent over the saw horse, legs fastened down, arms 
forward maybe onto the stool which would put her head a 
bit lower than her bum, giving great access to her 
rear, back and sides. Hips on the horse, he could have 
her lifted up a few inches with a cushion or something, 
making her back slope downwards a little more. Should 
her legs be spread or together, either way he thought 
with her bum up in the air like that she would show her 
puss out the back when she kicked and contorted. 

The head and shoulders on the stool, hands tied somehow 
to its front. The cane could go across or along her 
back. Of course he would have to obey Sarah and he did 
not know what she would allow. The caning would not 
take the full 75 minutes. She must have something else 
in mind.

He rang Sarah and said he would do it. It was 
Wednesday, two nights later on Friday would be best. 
She agreed. He then explained that he needed Samantha 
to put in writing that she agreed to take this of her 
own free will. He wanted to talk to her and make sure. 
Then, on Friday he would pick her up at say 7.30 and 
show her what would happen in the cellar. If she still 
agreed she could use the spare bedroom to take off her 
clothes and put on a gown. Her walking into the cellar 
naked would be the last evidence needed to show it was 
voluntary. Sarah should arrive at 8 pm.

"That's good thinking Frank. When you talk to her don't 
frighten her unnecessarily with details. She knows 
about the 42 strokes and being tied down. Just keep to 
that. After you have spoken to her tomorrow I want you 
to show me the set up." 

He understood and agreed. "I'll give you a ring and you 
can come around." Sarah would let her know to expect a 
call from him tomorrow afternoon to arrange to speak 
with her.

Next morning Samantha came in to work late and went 
straight to see Sarah. "Are you still going to do it?" 
Samantha nodded. "Well Samantha I have arranged for 
Frank Evans to do the caning. He will do it well and 
has enough experience so we don't have to worry about 
you getting any damage we don't want." Frank, Oh Gawd 
thought Samantha. But it made sense, he obviously knows 
about using a cane. She had wanted to see him again but 
not like this. It took her a little while to say that 
she agreed to have Frank do the canning.

"Well, he wants to speak to you tonight Samantha, he 
want to hear from you that you are doing this 
voluntarily. He will ring your mobile this afternoon to 
arrange it. One other thing Samantha. I am going to be 
there. Bartholomew says I have to guarantee to him that 
it was done properly" Samantha nodded and went out. 
Sarah would see her and watch her bare bum getting 
striped. Gawd oh Gawd, why had she ever gotten herself 
into this. 

At about 5 her phone rang. "Hello, this is Frank. You 
know why I am ringing. Could I come and see you to 
discuss this at 7." She said yes and gave him her 
address and hung up. What will he want. Will he want to 
touch her. Frank then rang Sarah and told her. She 
would come to his place afterwards at half past eight 
to consider the details with him.

Samantha opened the door for Frank and they sat down at 
the kitchen table. "I am sorry we have to meet again 
under these circumstances, Samantha. I would have 
wished for something nicer." She nodded, she felt quite 
calm at the moment. "I will say what has to be said and 
get your response and I will go. Samantha, to do this I 
want a hand written letter from you saying you have 
agreed of your own free will to take the punishment. 
That you will take your clothes off for the punishment. 
I have been asked to give you 42 strokes. The letter 
and voluntarily coming nude to be punished will show 
that you have not been forced. As for the rest..." and 
he skipped over the painful facts quickly. "Just a 
moment I will write it now" She got a sheet of paper 
out of her printer and sat down again. 

She wrote:

I have willingly agreed to present myself at the house 
of Frank Evans and to submit myself to corporal 
punishment as organised by Sarah and I agree to fully 
take whatever this involves. The punishment will take 
place in the cellar of the house. The punishment will 
include 42 strokes with a cane given by Frank Evans. I 
will present myself naked for punishment and I expect 
to be tied down. I will be shown the details before my 
final agreement. I understand that when I lie down to 
be tied the decision becomes irrevocable and the 
punishment will proceed.

Signed and dated, Samantha Kerry

"Samantha, I will come and pick you up tomorrow night 
at 7.30. When we get there I will first show you the 
cellar and the cane. If you then still decide to go 
ahead there is a spare bed room, you can take off your 
clothes and put on a gown. Afterwards I can bring you 
home or if you want to, you can stay in the spare room, 
either lock yourself in or I can help look after you. 
It has an en-suite. You may feel too bad to want to go 
in the car and be better off being looked after. It 
will be up to you." 

She nodded not trusting herself to speak. While her 
head was down he could not help but give her an 
appraising look. Definitely a very nice body, not too 
thin so the cane would have something to land on. When 
she stood up in tight jeans the round bum stood out, 
definitely good for many strokes straight across let 
alone angled. The breasts definitely looked good, plump 
but not all that big and he would soon see how much 
they sagged when hanging down. He took the letter and 
left to go. In the hallway was a squash racquet, so 
that's how she trimmed up. 

Behind him Samantha sobbed with fear, frustration and 
shame. Sarah would see her naked. Maybe she would tell 
Frank which bits of her to hit and to do it harder. 
Samantha calmed down a bit. Perhaps it was better to 
have a woman there. Her thoughts were turning morbid. 
She went into her bedroom, stared at herself in the 
mirror for a long minute and then suddenly started 
taking off her clothes. Sandals, jeans got wriggled out 
of, pants, top and bra. 

As they came free she rubbed her hands over her 
breasts. She was always pleased at how they stood out 
and not too large like some poor women had to put up 
with. She could not help but look herself over, this is 
what they would see. At least she looked OK. She had 
always wished her bum was not so big and round, now 
they were going to make use of it, the only thing a big 
bum was good for she thought grimly. On the spur of the 
moment she stood at the foot of her bed. It had a rail 
a foot higher than the mattress.

She bent over and laid herself down. They would have 
her somehow like this or maybe bent and tied to a 
table. Her hands moved back and felt the smooth and 
beautiful curves of her bottom, that's where it would 
hurt and it would not look beautiful afterwards.

Frank drove home and half an hour later Sarah came. He 
took her down to the cellar and showed her his idea. 
The saw horse had now got a thin sand bag taped on top 
giving a nice firm and rounded surface 6 inches higher 
than before. She would lie across it with her bottom on 
the highest point. Two seat belts he had bought from a 
car wrecker were fixed to the horse. One set near the 
bottom of the 2 legs towards the stool, the other set 
half way down the legs on the other side. "This pair 
goes over the small of her back just above the bum and 
holds her down on the horse and stool. It won't get in 
the way much of any stroke along her back either. The 
other one goes behind her knees, trapping her legs and 
making it quite impossible to get up." 

Sarah approved. "Now I thought she would look best if 
we just had her head and shoulders on the stool, leave 
her breasts hanging free." 

"That's good and actually it is necessary," said Sarah 
without explaining why. "But Frank, have the stool 
close to the horse at first. It might make her feel too 
insecure if she sees that she is going to be stretched 
out. Let her think her whole front will be on the 
stool. Then you can pull it out after you have got the 
belts fastened and she is committed. I like the belt 
idea, quick to fasten and so adjustable. How will her 
hands end up?"

Frank had not really worked that out. 

"Let me try it Frank," and she hopped over the horse 
and lay down over the stool. In a flash Franks fastened 
the belts and pulled them tight to lock her in place. 
"Don't you dare, undo me." 

"Just making it realistic Sarah. Now I'll pull the 
stool forward. What do you think." Automatically as the 
support was pulled forward Sarah crossed her fore arms 
to get more secure. "That's it Sarah. Give me your 
wrists." He had picked up two strips of torn sheet, 
quite strong, and tied one to each wrist. "No rope 
chafing you see."

Then before she realised he pulled her wrists forward 
until her elbows were level with her ears and tied the 
strips onto the crossbar on the stool legs. He picked 
up a cushion and stuffed it between her arms, under her 
face. "Comfy, how much can you move.?" "Frank that's 
dreadful, I feel so exposed. Now undo me." She did 
manage to prop up on her arms and lift her shoulders 
above the stool but that was all. Her bum was locked in 
place though that depended on how he tightened the 
belts. Frank noticed her tits were nearly 6 inches 
clear of the stool. 

He picked up the cane, "Now let's make this even more 
realistic. How about a sample." He swung it wickedly, 
swishing through the air. She shrieked "Don't you dare. 
Let me up. Damn you Frank." He swung the cane twice 
into the armchair seat. "No Frank, NO, NO." Sarah 
shrieked at the sound and nearly panicked. Then he 
grinned and untied her. "That was a good test. You were 
totally
stuck." 

She recovered quickly. "Let me see the cane." He handed 
her the cane to examine. Sarah swished it back and 
forth flicking her wrist, making a keen whistling 
noise. "Nice and long and flexible. A good thickness. 
Should hurt really well on her bare fat bottom. I see 
you oil it. It's got good flex for following the 
curves. Frank, I know a bit about canes. I want to do 
one other thing with it. I want to suck hot water up 
through the rattan. It will make it heavier, increase 
the flex and that will all make it hurt quite a lot 
more. The bruises will go deeper and she will be in 
pain for at least an extra day, quite apart from 
screaming more loudly on the night." 

"Christ Sarah, I am not having anything to do with 
that. There is a basin with a hot water tap on the 
wall." Sarah went straight to turn on the hot tap and 
put the plug in. She dipped the business end of the 
cane into the basin and put the handle end to her mouth 
and sucked. Frank shook his head. Her head snap back as 
she got some dirty water and she spat in the basin. 

"Now wrap it in a wet towel and some plastic. By 
tomorrow night it will be really vicious." She also 
told him that to complete the 75 minute pain contract 
she had decided that hurting her breasts would be the 
easiest and best thing to do but had not worked out 
what exactly. He would have to follow her instructions. 
She also said that before the caning started she would 
explain all the details to Samantha to make her panic 
before she even got hurt. "I'll frighten the wits out 
of her." She told him about the photos and tape 
recorder. All that would persuade Bartholomew that 
Samantha had suffered really badly.

"Oh, one other thing Frank. When she gets here get her 
to take this capsule, it's from Bartholomew. He says it 
will stop her from passing out and make her more aware 
of the pain. Hurt more without needing to risk serious 
damage." With everything settled she went home. Once on 
the car she hugged herself, pressed her crotch and 
shivered at the fear she had felt when Frank had tied 
her down and hit the chair. This was going to be better 
than she had hoped.

The next day passed uneventfully for all of them. 
Samantha alternately wished it was already 7:30 or that 
it was not going to happen till next week. Sarah got a 
courier delivered parcel from Lyn. The note said, "Have 
a practice go before you need to use it." 

It was a small digital tape recorder, maximum 
continuous run time 3 hours. She read the booklet, no 
problem. It was perfect. It showed the minutes since 
being turned on and could be pause if she fainted. 
Frank went home early, had a light snack and waited 
till quarter past 7and went to get her. When he pulled 
up in front of Samantha's house the front door opened 
immediately and she got into the car. A loose skirt and 
blouse he noticed. "Let's go. I don't want to wait 
around."

Once they started moving she suddenly seemed to relax a 
bit and got more talkative. "I have to do it. I am 
frightened Frank, really frightened of being caned by 
you, how much it will hurt and the humiliation I am 
going to feel. Being naked in front of Sarah and you. 
What if you make me scream and beg. Having to be 
completely nude for you to do it and her to watch is 
really bad but I'm not going before the tribunal, is 
just impossible. I am clearly at fault and would 
probably never get a money controlling job again." 

Frank also chatted about what would happen. Well, sort 
of mentioning a mild version, leaving out the bits that 
she would not have thought of herself, the bits that 
might make her run away. "Afterwards I will help you 
get over it as well as possible or just take you home, 
which ever you wish." 

Worry about what would happen afterwards flashed 
through her mind but Samantha's consciousness was all 
on the pain to come. She did not really think of 
herself as being at Frank's mercy and it did not occur 
to her at that time that each new fact about what was 
to happen to her was making it look worse than she had 
imagined at the start. "Will you be doing it really 
hard?"

"I will have to do it hard. Sarah obviously knows about 
using a cane and I think she would love to do it 
herself. I intend to do it properly or you don't know 
what she will report to Mr. Bartholomew and what he 
will do if not satisfied. She is taking this very 
seriously. She wants to make sure your suffering is 
adequate for him, be thankful they have not agreed to 
let him come and watch. Also Sarah will be counting 
strokes and that puts her in a powerful position to 
make me do it hard. I will not allow her to have you 
get more than 42 proper strokes." 

Samantha did not understand why Sarah counting to 42 
should be important or the reference to a 'proper' 
stroke but she did not ask. "When we get there I will 
show you the cellar and how you will be tied down. You 
have to be tied down you realise?" She nodded, she knew 
that she could never hold still for that sort of 
punishment. Anyway she had already agreed to that. "I 
will strap you down across a saw horse with your head 
and shoulders on a stout stool. It will place your 
bottom perfectly for the swing of the cane. Your hands 
will be fixed to the stool and a belt passed over your 
back to keep you in place. I also want you to take a 
tablet to help calm you down." 

Again Samantha was so panicked and preoccupied that she 
did not see the whole picture. She did not give the 
tablet a second thought or think through what he had 
said or make any mental picture of what it would look 
like. "Up to the moment you bend over and are tied down 
you can change your mind and walk out. No one will hold 
or force you. But once I start to tie you down there 
will be no changing your mind." "I am going to go 
through with it Frank. There is no choice for me. I 
will lie down for you to cane me and I trust you to 
look after me so that apart from getting hurt nothing 
really bad happens."

He nodded, barely able to conceal his lust for what he 
was about to do. "You don't have to be gagged because 
the cellar is pretty sound proof. We can let you scream 
and howl. It will give me a good indication of how much 
the cane is getting through to you. Even if you beg and 
try and call it off, once you are tied down you cant 
stop it anymore. You will get the full 42. I think 
Sarah will enjoy hearing you howl and scream and beg as 
well as looking after Bartholomew's interests. You have 
to realise Samantha, you will react, the caning will 
really get to you. You wont be able to control your 
voice or movements. Here we are."


Chapter 5: Understanding Sarah's betrayal

He took her down into the cellar. She thought it was 
surprisingly large. The lights were very bright. One 
end had shelves with wine bottles against the wall and 
the rest was a storeroom and workshop. There was a 
comfortable low arm chair and a heavy solid timber 
coffee table for wine tasting no doubt, a solid looking 
work bench against a wall and a builders saw horse 
standing in the middle of the open space. That was what 
he had said she would be tied to, bent over and held by 
the seat belts and her front on the heavy stool 
standing next to it.

Her bottom would be on top of the saw horse, lying on 
that bag to lift it up for better punishment. He told 
her that at that height the swing of the cane could 
come straight down on her skin. That way it would hurt 
more than if he had to apply half horizontal strokes. 

She sort of nodded, her mind in a daze. It made sense 
that if they were going to do it to her she should be 
tied down so that the caning could take place in the 
proper way. Hurting her badly was part of that. She 
knew she had agreed to this it was just that she had 
not thought of these details. She would rather have 
something tying her down than Sarah holding her down. 
She shuddered. In the same daze she took the tablet 
that Frank held out and swallowed it with water from a 
cup.

From the wet towel in the cupboard Frank fetched the 
cane to show her what he would use. "Hold it if you 
like." Samantha shook her head and refused to touch it 
so she did not notice that it was wet. The cane was one 
of the smooth rattan ones, solid looking, about three 
feet long with six inches bound in a leather grip at 
one end. It was about as thick as her middle finger, 
half an inch or so. Samantha had only ever seen a cane 
at school, once in particular when she was a senior 
prefect. 

A teacher had called on her to take three junior boys 
from her class to the office for some serious offence. 
The headmaster had told her to wait and take the boys 
back afterwards. She had watched them get 2 across each 
hand. Now it was herself looking at the cane and 
thinking that this one looked a lot thicker and 
particularly vicious. 

Frank saw her eyes stare. "Yes, its a better cane than 
the ones issued at school. It's nearly 3 foot long, 
quite a bit thicker and has excellent whip. Designed to 
hurt seriously I am afraid. I have never used a cane on 
a bare bottom before. It is going to hurt you more than 
when I cane at school, quite apart from the fact that 
Sarah will make me do it harder than I do there." 
Samantha sobbed, started crying and had to wiped tears 
from her eyes. 

"Please Frank, don't hit really hard, promise me 
please, please, I know you have to punish me and I 
promise to lie down for you to do it but please don't 
make it really hard, you could wreck me completely with 
all those strokes." 

"Samantha, this will only be as hard as she makes me do 
it. It's the only way to keep Bartholomew quiet." He 
was not being quite truthful. He was being overcome 
with an intensely vicious feeling about the imminent 
prospect of caning Samantha on the bare bottom. He 
could not help himself.

The picture of her strapped down on the saw horse and 
chair with her breasts swinging free, helpless, the 
feeling of the cane, the bare bottom presented for him 
to stripe, her writhing and pleas and her begging. He 
could feel the rod in his hand, ready to inflict agony 
again and again. He knew he could control the cane to a 
fine degree. He could make it hurt far more than normal 
and he knew that he was going to do exactly that. 
Samantha was beautiful and he liked her very much, very 
much indeed but he had already decided to thrash her 
mercilessly. These where feelings of power and sex, 
making her feel 'wrecked' was just the expected 
outcome. 

He said "Samantha, its time to get ready. I will take 
you to the spare room. Go to the toilet and then 
undress and put on the gown. As we agreed you have to 
have come for the punishment nude to signify that you 
came here of your own free will and that you agreed to 
be caned." Samantha still wasn't keen on the nude idea 
but he had warned her. He would see her. The thought of 
Sarah looking her over made her skin creep. However, in 
her stress induced half trance she thought he might be 
right. She had no resistance to any of his suggestion 
and so she went off to the bedroom.

Sarah arrived. Samantha was still in the bedroom. 
"Where is she?"

"She is getting ready, taking her clothes off and 
putting on a gown. She will be here in a minute or two. 
She is sort of in a trance. She is frightened out of 
her wits and is not thinking at all. She just accepts 
everything. She took the tablet, she looked at the saw 
horse and chair and did not object to the humiliating 
position or to the sand bag so that her bottom will be 
at the perfect height for the cane" he said. "That's 
good about the tablet. I want her at full attention 
focused on what is happening to her and what every 
moment feels like." Frank nodded and they both went 
down stairs. 

The saw horse was standing just in front of the stool. 
"That's just right Frank, let her think her whole front 
will be on the stool." "Like you said, I will pull the 
stool away after her bottom and legs are fixed. Looking 
at you in that position yesterday I am sure her breasts 
will hang free." "Don't you dare mention that again" 
retorted Sarah with mock ferocity. 

Frank went on, "Plenty of room to swing the cane and I 
can hit across her from either side. This will help 
make her feel it better" he added patting the small 
sand bag some 4 inches high across the 5'' timber that 
made the top of the horse. "Here is the cane. Feel its 
weight and flex now that its soaked through." He handed 
her the cane to examine. She swished it several times, 
"That's great Frank. Just how I imagined. Go and get 
her. She should be here by now." 

Frank found Samantha sitting on the edge of the bed in 
her gown, head in her hands, softly sobbing, shoulders 
shaking a little, eyes already red with tears running 
down her cheeks. Frank looked at her for a few moments. 
His eyes were caught by the top of her bare breasts 
showing through the slightly open gown. Her heap of 
clothing lay on the bed with her bra on top. His 
breathing was shallow and excited. He then grabbed a 
thick towel from a draw, took her hand and with a half 
strangled "Come on, its time!" He led her slowly down 
the stairs. Sarah was sitting in the arm chair holding 
the cane. She started the recorder when she heard them 
coming down the stairs.

He showed Samantha the saw horse again and placed her 
at one side opposite the stool saying softly, 
"Samantha, you know what is going to happen to you and 
you have accepted it. You will get 42 good strokes. You 
have seen the cane. You have taken your clothes off. 
That means you agree to take the punishment. This is 
your last chance to change your mind. It could be over 
in a little while but if you decide not to go through 
with it now, then you can go back upstairs and dress 
and I will drive you home. If you have decided to take 
the punishment then take the gown off and bend over the 
sand bag and lie yourself on the stool." 

At first Samantha did not move. Then Sarah said 
quietly, "You know the alternative." Samantha stared at 
her, gulped, took a deep breath, wiped her tears on the 
sleeve and allowed the gown to fall open. She slipped 
it off and turned to put it over the bench against the 
wall. Both Sarah and Frank stared at her body. A full 
and slightly plump body. She could take the cane in 
several different places thought Sarah. Those round 
breasts sticking out like that looked just right for 
what she wanted to do to them. 

Samantha made no attempt to cover herself, she felt a 
greater need to wipe away more tears. The first look at 
her body was something Frank would never forget. Her 
breasts were a round shape, not so big but the tips 
were a good 4 inches from her chest. At the front, 
large pink aureoles covered the bluntly rounded ends, 
sort of sitting on their own little pedestals of 
pouting breast with small pink nipples pointing 
slightly upwards. Two big handfuls,

jutting slightly down and out, not sagging. Her stomach 
just had a bit too much swell for her age. The dark 
triangular bush was neatly trimmed. Her bottom was 
round, firmly muscled and smooth, a distinct crease 
separating the curves from the top of well shaped 
thighs with good muscle tone. At that moment they both 
saw Samantha just as a body ready for them to hurt. 
Sarah lifted her camera and got a good front shot from 
the knees upwards. 

Samantha was staring at the horse not knowing what to 
do. "Stand up against it, put your bottom over the top" 
Frank said. She stood hard against the side of the 
horse. Another nice shot. She then bent her hips over 
and squashed her breasts down on the stool with her 
head and hands hanging over the far side. Frank quickly 
clipped the seat belt over the small of her back and 
tightened it. Then the other belt, tight across behind 
her knees pushing her thighs forward a little. The 
effect was as if she was on her hands and knees with 
her head down and shoulders on the floor except that 
over the saw horse her bum was available at a better 
height.

At that point she could not have gotten up and they 
could easily have caned her without being fixed to the 
stool. However, he tied the cloth strips around each 
wrist and loosely to the bottom of the stool legs. Then 
he stood in front of her and grabbed the stool on both 
sides. "That's it Samantha, there is no turning back 
now. Arch your back up a bit while I adjust the stool" 
She did and in a swift movement he dragged it forward. 

As the back edge moved past her breasts they pointed 
straight down. He quickly tied the hands firmly, 
crossing her arms to help support her head higher up. 
"No, NOOOHHHH what are you doing. I don't want to be 
held like this. Put the stool back under me please." 
But all he did was put the folded towel below her face 
and neck so she would not get bruised there when she 
was throwing herself around.

"You've made your decision Samantha. However much you 
plead or beg won't make any difference now. You are now 
going to get 42 of the best strokes I can give you with 
this severe cane. I am going to thrash you really hard. 
You can scream at the top of your voice and no one will 
hear you. We wont mind listening to you squeal. I know 
I will make you hurt and hurt like hell. Now get ready 
for the first one." Samantha sobbed. She seemed to 
think saying "Please, please," would make a difference.

"Before you start Frank I want to make sure Samantha 
understands what is happening to her. This is going to 
take a few minutes before the official time count 
starts. Give the tablet a chance to start working. I 
want her to know in advance what will happen and she 
can anticipate it in full." 

"Samantha, you know that the outline of your punishment 
has been set by Mr. Bartholomew. In return for you 
having received adequate corporal punishment, he will 
sign the letter that guarantees your mistake will never 
be mentioned again and he will consider you have fully 
paid. He will offer to have you manage his funds as in 
the past. So that part of our agreement meets your 
requirement to save your carrier and your job." Apart 
from being really serious Sarah was going to put on a 
good show for Bartholomew to hear on the recorder.

She went and stood beside Samantha's head. "Samantha, 
you have a beautiful body and we are going to use it to 
cause you the most incredible pain, more pain than you 
have ever imagined possible." She took a step and 
reached forward to pat the right bottom cheek and ran 
her hand down to mid thigh. "Here on your bottom and 
thighs." Samantha shrieked in panic, "Don't touch me 
Sarah. You can't touch me. Nooohhhhh, Nooohhhhh please 
don't!"

Sarah ran her fingers onto the left thigh and up past 
her cleft to the left cheek which got a couple of light 
smacks. "That's where the cane is going to start, there 
and maybe a few along your back here" as she slid her 
hand slowly from the bottom to the shoulders. "But 
that's not going to be enough Samantha. There is also 
going to be some nice unbearable pain here in these 
beautiful round breasts of yours" Sarah's hand slid 
down and cupped the left breast.

"Don't touch my breasts. Please don't hurt me there. 
Noooohhhh, Oh god no, please Oh please Noooohh 
Nooohhhh, Oh please don't do that. Just cane me!" as 
Sarah rubbed her finger nails over the aureole that 
capped the ends and scratched lightly at the little 
nipple that had become rigid with fright. She gave the 
breast a light slap and went on. "He has insisted that 
I will be responsible for the quality of your 
punishment. I have a sort of verbal contract to ensure 
the severity which I will explain to you now. I intend 
to do that job particularly well."

She stepped back a bit. "You asked me not to tell you 
exactly what was going to happen when I spoke to you 2 
days ago so that you would not get too frightened and 
back out. But now that you are tied down you have to 
hear all the details. Your punishment will go on for 75 
minutes. You will get 42 strokes of the cane. That will 
be done nice and slowly but I doubt if the caning can 
be made to last more than 50 minutes even with a couple 
of minutes for a rest so you recover your strength and 
stay fully alert. So that left me with the problem of 
what to do to fill in the rest of the time. One of 
Bartholomew's conditions is that hurting your breasts 
has to be included in your punishment." 

"To help me decide how to do that I found a web site 
and downloaded a few pages that explain a lot of 
possibilities, it is called 'Traditional corporal 
punishment in Kardiwul women's penitentiary'. The title 
caught my eye and it proved ideal for this purpose. 
There were useful hints on how to make a cane hurt more 
than usual which I have passed on to Frank. The book 
has several sections, on things which I decided not to 
use such as the soles of your feet, where incidentally 
it recommends a piece of garden hose rather than the 
cane. 

Also the cane on your finger tips and strapping your 
arm pits of all things. There are also special little 
methods for using parts of you I wont mention because I 
do not want to embarrass Frank but they did seem to 
have delightful possibilities. Out of all of that I 
have decided that whatever time is left after the 
caning will be used to hurt your breasts by..." 
Samantha had remained fairly quiet but now she 
screamed. "Ohhh Pleasssseeeee don't do anything to my 
breasts, pleassssssseee. Please Frank don't let her. 
Please don't. I beg you. Oh god, I beg you." But Sarah 
simply stepped forward again and took the left breast 
in both hands. 

"As the book explains breasts are ideal for punishment. 
Yours look perfect for that purpose sticking down there 
all exposed for squeezing and the cane, yes squeezed 
really hard." and she gave a quick light squeeze. "It 
says breasts hurt so much when some quite simple and 
harmless things are done to them that you can keep on 
doing it for hours. Though we don't have that much 
time. Apparently one breast at a time will make you 
feel all the pain you can stand and when we finish with 
that one there is the other, in pristine condition, 
waiting to take its turn at bringing you unimaginable 
agony." 

At this Samantha lost it, she babbled like she had 
already been hurt. 

"So Samantha, when its time to start on your breasts we 
will give you10 minutes of crushing, twisting and 
pulling, generally one of your tits at a time but just 
for interest sake, every now and then we will do both 
together. You will then deserve a couple of minutes of 
rest. After that we will use the cane on your breasts." 
Frank raised his arm and started to protest. "Don't 
worry Frank, its will be nothing like your strokes. In 
fact Samantha, I am going to use it to Tap, Tap, Tap 
your breast just as lightly as this," and she tapped 
the cane rapidly into her own hand a few times. 

"On your left breast there, hanging down so nicely just 
right for the cane to hit across the underside." said 
Sarah, stepping up to the left side of Samantha's head. 
She reached down and held the breast with her left hand 
while running the tips of two fingernails diagonally 
from the outside edge across the under curve to the far 
side.

"There, could you feel my nails across your titty, 
that's where the cane will go. I will Tap you every 
couple of seconds. Now I am not sure what that will 
feel like but what the book says is that at first it 
won't even hurt. By the time you get to 20 or 30 
though, the little bit of pain you get with each Tap 
begins to build up and up. By 50 its real agony and it 
quickly gets even worse and worse so that you think 
each tap hurts more than any of the hard strokes across 
your bum. But really the Taps are so light they don't 
damage you at all. That means I can keep on tapping you 
for as long as we have time. 

"The book says if this is kept up more than 3 or 4 
minutes it causes the most extreme pain because of the 
way all the little shock waves from the Taps build up 
and stimulate every single nerve ending in your whole 
breast flesh, interesting Ehh? They say 5 or 6 minutes 
are all a woman can stand and that it's best on firm 
small or middle sized breasts just like yours, rather 
than on big floppy ones. We will see how well that 
really works. 

"We should have more than 6 minutes, perhaps up to 10 
minutes for you to feel it properly." Sarah ran her 
fingers over the back of the left breast again, 
dragging her nails up and down and around the blunt end 
brushing lightly over the nipple. 

"Apparently the nipple here," she said rolling it 
gently between her finger and thumb, "also joins in 
causing you pain even though it won't have been 
touched. Isn't that all so interesting." 

At first Frank felt sorry for Samantha and thought 
Sarah had gone off her head. But by half way through 
the description he moved to Samantha's right side and 
held that breast. It felt great, the flesh was firm, 
good and solid and the nipple felt delightful. His 
erection hurt even though he had positioned it for the 
best comfort.  

Samantha was bawling her eyes out and pleading, begging 
not to have those things done to her. Sarah was pleased 
with the effect, her moaning would come over well on 
the tape. "Now Samantha, to get back to telling you 
about your caning. I am the one to decide how hard the 
strokes have to be and where they will go. I want Frank 
to hurt you a lot more and for it to last a lot longer 
than you thought. Frank, if I think one of your strokes 
was not hard enough, I will tell you to repeat it. And 
I mean immediately, no point in wasting time on 
extras." 

That was news to Frank and Samantha howled just at the 
thought. How many extras would she end up with. At last 
Samantha was beginning to see things more clearly, now 
that it was too late. Sarah was inventing new rules to 
hurt her more. Sarah was enjoying it and was going to 
enjoy her suffering and her howling.

Sarah knew that the best she could do was to get the 
strokes applied really hard right from the start, get 
at least 4 or 5 doubled up and have a long pause in 
between strokes to make the agony last a lot longer. 
She could tell she had been right about Frank. She had 
seen him reach for Samantha's breast. He would do as 
she told him quite apart from enjoying it himself. 

"I want you to get really thrashed Samantha. Now you 
are fully committed I can explain the details you did 
not want to know the other day. I want to make sure 
that the cane makes you experience as much pain as 
possible with each stroke but it must not cut or tear 
your skin. Frank, you will swing the cane as hard as 
you can. Stand well back, I want to see the tip 12 
inches or so strike across her bottom. 

"The tip is the part that moves fastest and will hurt 
the most. Use your body movement, arm and wrist 
together to make the maximum amount of impact. You will 
do this with every stroke, right from the very first. 
You must hit straight down and do not follow through 
because, while that would make it hurt delightfully 
more it also tears the skin and we don't want that to 
happen any more than can be helped. You will give 
Samantha a good break in between strokes so she has 
time to really appreciate how much each one hurts and 
to think about the next one."

Samantha could not believe what she was hearing. How 
she had let herself be led into being tied down and let 
Sarah do with her what she likes. She pulled against 
her tied arms but to no avail. Then she begged. "Oh god 
Sarah, please no, don't have him do it like that, 
please no, no, nooohhhhhh. Don't have me hurt that 
much. You never said you would get it done like this. 
You're just being too cruel. Please don't hurt my 
breast. Please just make him give me strokes like at 
school." 

Sarah ignored her. "Give her some light taps and press 
the cane down each time so she knows exactly where it's 
going to hurt. We have plenty of time, Frank. Samantha 
will be seriously disappoint Frank I assure you, if the 
canning takes less than 50 minutes because that would 
give us so much time on both her breasts." 

Samantha was now really panicking, she kept on pleading 
"Please Sarah, don't do this to me, you will destroy 
me." 

"No it won't Samantha but after a little while you will 
feel like each stroke is destroying you. In fact I want 
you to feel like you are being totally wrecked. Like 
you will end up a broken, demented screaming body but 
you will survive the caning and what will happen to 
your breasts. You are going to hurt for the next few 
days which will be really good for you. I want revenge 
for what you did and I am going to insist on your 
thrashing being every bit as hard as I have said."

"Frank, put the first dozen straight across her bottom 
and thighs. There should be room, she has got a big fat 
bum and you can easily go several inches down her 
thighs. The second dozen will crisscross the first 12 
welts. When that happens Samantha, you will really hear 
the angles singing in hell and there will be a bit of 
blood here and there." 

Samantha screamed in despair, she begged and begged, 
her bottom clenched and her whole body shook in mid air 
between the horse and stool. Frank thought her breasts 
giggled delightfully. Tears streamed down her face in 
anticipation of what was about to be done to her. Just 
listening to this had made her lose control. Frank 
could hardly breath. Sarah went on. "With this cane a 
good stroke will leave a welt that will become nearly 
an inch wide so you can work out the need to put 
strokes on top of each other for yourself. Think about 
how that's going to feel." 

Samantha screeched and sobbed "Please Noohhhhhh, 
please. I did not know it was going to be like this. I 
don't want to do it, I want to go home. You have to let 
me go. Its not fair to do it like your saying." 

"Too late for that Samantha. You're going to get it. 
Don't ever endanger our company again. Anyway so that 
your bum does not get too many skin breaks some of the 
third dozen may go on your back. Straight up and down 
on either side of your backbone. On the right hand 
side, Frank, you should be able to put a couple on her 
side, onto the ribs, from the armpit to her waist." 
More and more howling from Samantha. 

"Just so that you know, I have soaked the cane in water 
to make it heavier and hurt you more. Its a trick I 
read about in that book and it said the effect is quite 
spectacular. You are going to feel it and we will see 
and hear the result. The wet cane is heavier and more 
flexible. It will hurt more deeply so it will take you 
a couple of days longer to recover. The book recommends 
wet canes only for the most severe beatings." 

Sarah patted Samantha's face, patted her shoulder and 
then her hand followed the contour of the draped body, 
over the swelling side of the left breast, the small of 
the back and over the white smooth bottom to the back 
of her sex tucked between the thighs. This time she 
tapped the lips a few times with her finger tips. 
"Maybe the cane can touch you here." Completely 
panicked Samantha howled. Frank could not believe it 
but he was hooked on delivering the pain. 

Sarah had one shot left to fire. "Samantha, when I 
think you might be suffering too much I will give you 
some respite by asking Frank to fuck you." The response 
was instantaneous. "No, NNNOOOOhhhhhhhhh Sarah, I don't 
want to be raped. You can't do that. Its rape. Please 
don't, please don't." She blubbered and cried and only 
just heard Frank say, "No Sarah, that is going too far. 
I am here to punish her not to rape her. I will not do 
that." 

Damn thought Sarah, she should have warned him to keep 
quiet. He did not have to do it though looking at his 
bulging cock she could not understand why he was not 
already up Samantha so that he could be more 
comfortable. Excited as she was Sarah's mind worked 
quickly.

 "Well Samantha, you are lucky that he is so nice to 
you. Anyway, if you find the pain just a bit too much 
for you I suggest you get it to stop by begging him to 
fuck you, he might do it for you if you ask nicely 
enough. You are in a perfect position after all. So 
just remember when it hurts more than you can bear ask 
Frank to stop for a fuck." All of this made Samantha 
blubber even more. She was already a wreck before the 
first stroke went on. "Frank, now that her hands are 
tied loosen the belts. I am sure she will want to 
wriggle once it hurts." 


Chapter 6: The real agony

"Now Frank, no hurry but you can start whenever you 
like. I will turn the timer to 75 minutes with the 
crack of the first stroke. Remember" she said turning 
more to Samantha so she would be sure to hear, "any 
stroke I deem not hard enough I will tell you to repeat 
immediately, right on top of the previous stroke. That 
will produce a monster welt every time it happens and 
hurt much more than if you had done it properly the 
first time. You will remember any doubled up ones 
particularly well Samantha. I will keep count. So," 
said Sarah with a laugh "my advice to you Samantha is 
to beg Frank to hit you as hard as possible so I do not 
have to get him to double up on too many of your 
strokes." Samantha's mind was shredded. She shrieked 
"Nooohhhh, Nooohhhh. Please Frank don't do it so hard, 
pleeeaaaaassee, please. Please let me go. I want to go 
home" and she broke down into more hysterical sobbing. 
"OK Frank, give her the first dozen."

Positioning herself so she could see the delivery and 
effect of every stroke Sarah waited breathlessly for 
the canning to start. She stood almost level with Frank 
but to the right side of Samantha's body. The impact of 
the cane would be 4 foot away, there was a good view 
along the girl's side. So when her body arched in 
agony, as Sarah was sure it would, she would see the 
tensed muscles and her breasts flying all over the 
place. She would take lots of great photos. Her camera 
was set to a really fast speed and to take 6 frames a 
second. So for the action shots one of each set should 
absolutely perfectly capture the lightening fast image 
of the cane on Samantha's hide.

Frank flicked the cane through the air. Samantha 
clenched her buttocks and gasped a strangled Nooohhhh 
in anticipation but the stroke did not come just yet. 
He did it a couple more times to build up her 
anticipation. "Please, please don't make it go on so 
long, just get it over with." Frank thought Samantha 
must have forgotten what was going to come. He felt the 
difference in swing with the extra weight of the water. 
This was going to be really bad. He could not but help 
to stare at the dark triangle at the top of Samantha's 
closed thighs that showed the back bit of her sex lips. 
He would take off her leg belt completely later on and 
she would give better views of her whole slit. The poor 
girl had no idea how much he was going to hurt her and 
make her body contort uncontrollably.

Samantha got worse by the second, she was bawling 
loudly in fear and anticipation of the pain. He had 
thought about how to place the strokes and was going to 
start in the middle and then go low. He tapped and 
pressed the cane firmly against the highest point of 
her bum. She clenched and wriggled, her legs shaking. 
He kept the cane pressing on her for a good 10 seconds. 
She whimpered fearfully. Then Thwiissshhhh, 
THWAAAAACKKKKKKK!! 

The cane swung just as Sarah had said it should. The 
end 12 inches bit deep into the luscious centre of the 
cheeks. A wave like ripple passed through the flesh of 
her bottom. There was an instant thin white line that 
rapidly turned dark red. Immediately Samantha let out a 
shrill squeal, totally surprised by the how much it 
hurt. "Oh god, It hurts, it hurts so much. Ohhh, 
Please, please Frank, please not so hard please. 
AAARRHhhhhhhh, NNnnnnooooooohh. Oh god oh god how much 
it hurts." 

What little was left of her determination not to beg 
evaporated in one instant. The pain was far beyond what 
she expected and had steeled herself for. How could it 
hurt so much. It was not just as the cane whacked into 
her but the waves of pain that kept on coming. Frank 
was pleased with the response. The vibration of the 
cane in his hand had felt great. He had made it sink 
right in even though her cheeks were clenched and 
stretched tight. It was just the right stroke with 
which to start a total thrashing. Sarah said "There, I 
have set the timer. Only 75 minutes to go Samantha."

Samantha kept on pleading and begging saying that she 
couldn't take it. Perhaps half a minute later she felt 
the press of the cane again, about two inches below the 
first though she could not quite work out where it was. 
Thwiiisshh THWAAAAACKKKK, the second one landed. 
Despite her clenched muscles her cheeks quivered on 
impact. Her body twitched and bucked, her buttocks 
clenched rigidly tight, her arms quivered as she 
strained against her bonds but only a stifled groan 
escaped from her mouth as she managed to control 
herself just a bit and gather some self respect. Sarah 
knew what was happening. She was not going to let 
Samantha get away with that. She wanted to have her 
broken straight away. Frank lifted the cane and tapped 
again, this time right on the crease between her cheeks 
and thighs, just at the back of her pussy lips. 

With the way her bum was propped up, even here he would 
be able to hit almost straight down on her. He kept her 
pleading for mercy for a while and then the cane came 
up behind his back and whacked into her exactly on the 
right line. On that softer skin the stroke sounded 
muted compared to the first two. This time her body 
bucked in the air two or three times, straining upwards 
for several seconds at a time. Arms and legs shook. Her 
teeth were clenched tight, her face grimaced. She kept 
a bit of control and only a sharp hiss escaped through 
her teeth. When she dropped back down her toes drummed 
helplessly on the floor. This was the moment. Sarah 
told Frank the stroke had not been hard enough and to 
repeat it at once. Frank grinned. 

Samantha screamed "NNNooooohh, NNNoooohh Please 
NNoooohhh Sarah. It is not true. You've made a mistake. 
It really hurt, honestly, please it really hurt me, 
more than the others, it hurts terribly just there, 
there's no need to repeat it, please, don't do that to 
me, you don't have to do that, please, please 
NNNooohhhhh. Don't hurt me that much more...." 

The repeat stroke cut into her pleading, no warning and 
almost on the same bright red line, just at a slight 
angle. That really got her. Her bottom and legs bucked 
against the belts. All her self control vanished. Wild 
animal screams shrilled from Samantha, body bucking and 
head shaking, breasts flying. Unconsciously Sarah 
licked her lips as she took in the sight of the 
straining body, the breasts shaking backwards and 
forwards. 

Samantha's head thrashed, her mouth wide open, 
drooling, still squealing pitifully. She had never 
imagined it could hurt so much. Her pain contorted face 
flashed into Sarah's view again and again. The doubled 
stripe ran vividly across the white flesh. Samantha's 
will was broken. From now on she would just suffer and 
scream.

Frank was now going to work up towards the first welt. 
Samantha pleaded and pleaded for mercy. Frank now took 
even more time to further slow and lengthen the 
beating. He waited for the agonised struggles to slow 
down and for Samantha to hold her bottom almost still. 
Her legs continued to wriggle, her feet twisted over 
each other. The two earlier strokes and the repeated 
stroke in particular had turned vivid dark red with a 
purplish red centre and crimson edges. Swelling ridges 
had risen quickly above the smooth curves of the white 
cheeks. 

To make it hurt more he was aiming to land the rod a 
little more on the near cheek. That applied more 
pressure and pain on that side than if he had landed 
the cane evenly. The natural flex, made much more 
vicious by the soaked up water, then flicked a dreadful 
contact onto the farther cheek with the tip of the cane 
just beyond the side of her buttock so that the skin 
would not get broken, except when he intended the tip 
to dig in. Sarah had noticed and approved the perfect 
placement of the cane. Frank was good at this, he knew 
how to really hurt. The extra stroke had served its 
purpose but she would get some more just for fun, just 
when she was least expecting it. "Frank, loosen the 
belts a little."

Frank was now tapping the rod a bit higher than the 
rapidly swelling double welt. To get Samantha's 
attention he pressed it down firmly for what seemed a 
long while. Samantha shrieked and pleaded for mercy. 
"Please Sarah, please stop him, Oh stop him, please, 
please. Its hurting its hurting so much. I have had 
enough to punish me. I'm so afraid of what you are 
going to do to me. I won't be able to stand any more, 
please, please." Samantha recognised she would never be 
able to stand 10 let alone 40 odd. She would go berserk 
with the pain. She would go to pieces. She had to plead 
for mercy, there was nothing else to do. But there was 
no mercy coming. 

Thwiiiiissssh, THWAAAACKKKKK!! Another scream and 
incoherent words this time. Her legs twisted over each 
other, first one way then the other. Samantha had not 
realised that the pain would keep on getting worse like 
this, but it did, even between strokes. That did not 
stop her from babbled begging and pleading 
continuously. Sarah just loved to hear this, loved the 
gyrations of Samantha's agonized body. With the belt 
loosened Samantha had stood on straightened legs this 
time, her bottom up as far as the waist tie would 
allow, her feet apart, her bum was gyrating and Frank 
was openly staring at her displayed sex. Samantha was 
not even aware of any of this. Her wild movements were 
involuntary as her body's nerves tried to cope with the 
pain. She did register how long it took between 
strokes. She did not want them to come but every moment 
of waiting for the next one just increased her fear of 
the new stroke and its blazing agony. Why don't they 
just get it over with. When Frank tapped and pressed on 
the line of the next stroke Samantha's reaction was 
blind fear and desperate panic.

Slowly Frank continued. He was actually surprised how 
much she was reacting. He was deliberately hitting as 
hard as he could but he thought it must be that the 
water soaking was making a big difference. The fourth 
was again just above the third, he would fit in 5 below 
the first one. This time after the initial screams 
Samantha howled insanely again and again. Tears just 
streamed down her face. She was sweating all over. 

Sarah was panting. Each impact of the cane burnt into 
her mind. She stared at the rising welts alongside the 
dark red lines. She had taken 10 photos already. The 
rod each time seemed to dip into the flesh. Between the 
first few strokes Frank had paused for about 10 
breaths, now he was taking a bit longer. Samantha's 
body continued to convulse. 

Her tied hands and belt over her back kept her in place 
but her back and bottom arched up and down as she 
continued to howl. Again and again her breasts lifted 
as she straightened her arms, they swung around. Her 
face contorted in scream and pain. Her legs kicking up 
and down from the knees and sometimes scissoring as 
much as she could from the hips. Sarah had had no idea 
that it would hurt so much so quickly. It was much 
better than she had hoped. 

Samantha must have been watching Frank because as he 
lifted his arm to tap her for the next one she screamed 
in anticipation. Sarah made a strangled gasping noise 
in anticipation of the thrill. Thwish ThwAAAACKKKKKK. 
That stroke was as good as he could do. He switched it 
down, half an inch higher on the bottom than the edge 
of the last welt. 

Samantha had gone wild, throwing herself about as much 
as the bonds allowed, shrieking, screaming and slowly 
settling down to desperate howling and begging. "Slow 
down Frank, give her time to appreciate how it feels. 
That was a good one, more like that" Frank waited now 
until Samantha's bottom settled. The next was going to 
be near the top of her cheeks and then he would work 
back down. He loosened the leg belt some more. He 
tapped and pressed on the next line. He lifted his arm. 

Samantha screamed and sobbed piteously. He waited, 
drawing out the anticipation. He was doing everything 
he could to hurt her as much as possible. He had lost 
control. She screamed again waiting for the raised cane 
to fall. It took ages. Then he stepped forward as his 
body bent into the stroke, his arm flashed and wrist 
flicked. Totally frantic convulsions, screams roaring 
from Samantha's mouth, the contorted body played in 
front of Sarah's eyes. Her legs scissored wildly. 

The screams just kept on going, just pausing for a 
moment to gasp some new breath. In her brain the pain 
of each stroke was simply adding to the accumulating 
agony. The pain completely enveloped her, she had lost 
it all, she just screamed and howled. The pain never 
seemed to decrease. She hurt all through her body, not 
just on her burning bum. Two more on her bum and three 
high on her thighs finished the dozen. 

Sarah had made him repeat the first one across the top 
of the thighs. She had kicked and the cane had caught 
only the right thigh. He waited a moment so that 
Samantha's legs had been stretched rigid in her 
reaction to the stroke and he cut the repeat into her. 
By the time the dozen plus two had been delivered she 
was twitching more than bucking, her screams and wails 
slurring. "Stop for a breather Frank."

Sarah was enjoying the sight of Samantha suffering and 
knew she was going to be able to make it a lot worse. 
Frank knew that the dozen she had taken were far worse 
than anything he had ever given before yet nothing 
would make him be lenient with her. She was already 
clearly broken but he was feeling too hot. The poor 
creature was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. She 
was already far beyond her limit with the strokes he 
had given her but that would not make any difference to 
what he would do next. 

"Well Frank that took just on 10 minutes. I suppose 
they will need to be slower as you go on. For the next 
dozen end up with 2 more high up on her thighs and 2 in 
the crease, right on top of the three she has already 
got there. Put the first 8 at an angle across her 
bottom so that each one crosses at least several of the 
welts from the first dozen on each cheek. 

"Go over to her other side for 4 of those 8 so the tip 
of the cane comes down her left side. I want to see you 
really flick your wrist. She needs to scream a lot more 
for me to be satisfied. Got it?. Give her a rest for 
another minute and then do them nice and slowly so she 
can really feel how this next lot is worse. Anyway she 
will need extra rest in between strokes when you are 
crossing those welts." 

Frank waited a bit more. Samantha quieted down to 
groaning whimpers in between chocking sobs. In the 
break Sarah ran her hand over Samantha's bottom, 
lightly feeling the welts and pleased with the purple, 
blue black colour developing rapidly on the first 
strokes and more so on that doubled up second stroke. 
She wanted to pinch and poke but had just enough self 
control not to display her inner self completely. She 
did though move her hand along to Samantha's breast, 
cup it and squeeze. Samantha babble, fearing pain in 
her breasts as much as from the next stroke on her bum. 
She was still wriggling and kicking her legs 
spasmodically, writhing and shaking her head in a 
futile attempt to get some easing of the throbbing 
agony. 

Sarah nodded to Frank "Time to give her the next lot. 
Remember this lot is to hurt a lot more." Samantha's 
body went rigid, her cheeks tensed and she screamed 
pitifully as she saw him move "Please not yet. No more. 
Please, please no more. You have hurt me so much 
already. Please nnnoooohhhhhh." He released the leg 
belt completely. He picked the angle for the first 
diagonal stroke across the welted bum. She was really 
going to show her puss when she arched and kicked for 
this one. Frank tapped, adjusted his position, Samantha 
screamed for mercy as the cane rose. 

He waited for an eternity that gave her time for more 
screams and babbled begging, and then in a flash he 
made the cane rip through her body and senses. It was a 
great stroke exactly on the planned line, cutting 
across five of the swelling purple red lines. The top 
two on the near cheek and the lower three, including 
the doubled up welt, in the crease of the opposite 
cheek. The cane flattened the flesh and flexed down 
along the curve perfectly. After her rest she reacted 
with renewed and extreme vigour, in voice and bodily 
contortions. He did 4 diagonals from this side and then 
4 from the other. 

He was just lining up a stoke on her thighs when Sarah 
reached forward and pointed to the doubled welt in the 
crease. He nodded. Two would go there first. He did his 
very best on each one. Samantha showed that she was 
still capable of greater reaction and shrill screaming 
whenever it hurt even more. There seemed to be no 
danger of her fainting so far. The time taken between 
strokes made her seem fully sensitive to each new one. 
Sarah was quite right about that. She was also right 
about the diagonal stroke lifting the poor girl to a 
new and higher plane of agony. With the help of the 
stimulant she had taken her nerves and brain were still 
fully alert. 

She registered each new throbbing wave of pain that 
swept through her whole body and dumped in her head. 
The last of the dozen he simply put across her thighs, 
high up on top of the earlier ones. Sarah was not 
satisfied because that one had crossed only one welt, 
"Not good enough. Double up on that and just for good 
measure make the tip dig in on the side of her cheek." 
Then she lent forward to inspect the skin closely for 
damage.

Sarah was hot, sopping wet in her crutch and gasping in 
her depth of enjoyment. Frank was little better. He was 
now totally devoted to reducing Samantha to a heap of 
screaming flesh. He knew he had 18 strokes left and 
guessed that Sarah would get at least a couple more 
doubled up. That would have nothing to do with how hard 
he hit in the first place. He did not even notice his 
bulging erection any more. He watched Samantha's 
breasts, gyrating bottom, her slit with the flashes of 
bright pink inner lips, her flailing legs and patiently 
waited for her to settle. 

It must have taken 3 minutes at least before Sarah 
said. "OK now for the next dozen put 4 on each side of 
her back. Then cross the last 4 on her bum, over the 
top of the others, here and here. Make the tip of the 
cane dig in each time." Frank moved around trying to 
work out the best angle for her back. He actually said 
that standing in front of her might be best but Sarah 
said no. The tip of the cane would dig into her that 
way, he had to stand behind and get the cane to reach 
past her shoulder.

He was planning the line of the stroke carefully. Her 
contortions and kicking were less. He was surprised how 
well the stroke worked. It contacted perfectly from her 
shoulder to the dip in her back with the bottom of the 
cane just landing fairly lightly on the upper edge of 
her bum. The reaction was great. A new tone seemed to 
come into her screams yet again. He had to go really 
slowly because of how she was throwing her back around. 
The tits seemed to have a life of their own. He kept 
on. He had never realised the back was so good for the 
cane. She had stopped begging, she just screamed and 
wailed. For the fourth on both sides of her back Sarah 
said to cross over the first three. He waited just a 
moment. Samantha made the normal animal howls when she 
saw his arm move, some noises that sounded like pleas 
and he was ready. 

Swishhh, Waaaaackkkkkkkk. It seemed to make a softer 
noise, more difficult angle, and then AAAArrhhhhhhh, 
NNNOOOOO, Nnnnoooooohhh, NNnnnnooooooohhh and more non 
stop, pulsating shrill howling. Her bottom jerked up 
and down, then her legs scissored then she bobbed up 
and strained with all her might against her bonds. That 
had been a good one. Sarah's voice cut through the 
squealing. "Repeat that one Frank, you need to put more 
whip into your stroke. That one did not sound hard 
enough." 

That was incredible. Samantha's screaming babble was 
already completely incoherent. Frank was in automatic. 
He immediately lifted the cane, waited for a good 
moment during her shaking and struck ferociously. The 
repeat stroke exactly on the same line as the previous 
one made her totally demented. They had to wait for 
Samantha to endure and her reactions to slow. He took 
his time with the last on her back. Four crossing her 
bum followed quickly. Her hips were becoming pock 
marked with violent red blue blotches from the tip of 
the cane. "Not bad timing Frank. Forty two minutes with 
6 to go.
We have to give her a 3 minute rest."

She took some more photos. Close up studies rather than 
action shots. She inspected the damage. "For the last 6 
put the first right in her crease to warm her up again. 
And then Frank, just for me with the last five make 
them reach right down her middle." Frank did not know 
what she meant until she pointed at the back of 
Samantha's slit, moving her fingers onto the lips. 
Samantha had understood, she screamed like mad. She 
knew what Sarah meant. She screamed again. 
NNNOOOOHHHHHHH. You can't. PLeasssseeee. Not there. Not 
there" 

"I'll hold her open to give you a clear stroke along 
the best bits up her centre. You can try to dig the tip 
into her clit." said Sarah pulling the legs apart to 
display the bright pink inner folds. She started moving 
in between the girl's knees to push them further. Frank 
saw that with Sarah pushing the knees apart and leaning 
back that would give a fine line to slash down the tip 
12 inches of the cane but then something stopped him. 
He was not going to put the cane right down the girls 
wide open sex, down her exposed inner lips and vaginal 
opening and right over her clit. He shook his head. In 
a loud voice he said "No Sarah, that is not going to be 
done. We will not hurt her there." 

Instead, he put the 6 diagonally low on her bottom, the 
cane crossing several of the deeply bruised and seeping 
impact points left by the cane tip on earlier strokes. 
Samantha was totally shattered. If it had gone on any 
longer she would have fainted. Her convulsions had been 
reduced to a continuous shuddering with a rigid upward 
jerking of her body on each new impact, then she just 
lay there shaking and howling pitifully. Sarah seemed 
to think it was enough for the moment also. She had 
been going to double up on the last one but didn't. 

"OK, Its just on 49 minutes. You can have 4 minutes 
rest Samantha."

"What are you going to do to her for the next 20 
minutes." Sarah ignored him, she moved her hand over 
the swollen welts again, gently not trying to cause 
more pain just now, just lingering on the red hot 
blackening bottom and thighs, almost like petting while 
Samantha quieted down. The strokes on her back had 
really hurt but did not look as good as the crossing 
welts on her bum and thighs. The marks from the tip of 
the cane were deep and seeping a bit of blood. Frank 
just watched, he had stopped protesting. 

Sarah was gentle and soothing for a good while. Then 
she roamed higher. Frank stared, transfixed. Sarah's 
hand moved along Samantha's side, the girl 
involuntarily lifted herself slightly as if to get 
away. Sarah's hand slid underneath, cupping the right 
breast, fondling gently for a minute or two while 
Samantha whimpered knowing what was to come. 

Then suddenly Sarah squeezed hard, digging in her 
nails. That produced a sickening glandular pain that 
sent Samantha into a high level of howling protest 
followed a moment later by a piercing scream. Sarah 
just twisted and pressed harder. Demented, shrill 
screams and pathetic begging. Samantha's body 
involuntarily contorted upwards giving Sarah better 
access for both her hands on the breast and she applied 
more pressure still. She had been right about the 
breasts being a good place to fill in punishment time 
and she knew just what she was going to do. This would 
really get to her. 

"Do the other one Frank, make it hard enough to make 
her scream but remember we want to go on hurting her 
like this for 10 minutes so don't make her black out." 
Frank did not hesitate, he went down on one knee and 
caught the jutting cone at its base in both hands. For 
a bit he just held her firmly enjoying the feel, but 
then, he pushed two fingers and thumb from each hand 
into the firm flesh. He let go for a moment and then 
pushed in harder and longer. 

He liked the feel of that even more, he thought his 
finger tips could feel the end of his thumbs through 
the middle of her breast. Samantha screamed and 
shuddered in pain. Sarah said, "I've let go. She's all 
yours for 1 minute, I'm taking photos." He squeezed and 
twisted the breast. He crushed her breast at its 
widest, close to her ribs. In reaction to the pain she 
wailed and pleaded, her head and body shook, tears and 
spittle flew off her face and her toes drummed on the 
floor. 

He adjusted the position of his hands, one making a 
ring with forefinger and thumb close to the base 
against her ribs, the other further out near the tip. 
This way he could increase the pressure over the whole 
body of her breast. Then he twisted his hands in 
opposite directions by half a turn and held them at 
that tension with extra sharp twists every few seconds. 
Samantha shrieked and screamed, it hurt too much for 
her to beg or say any words, she was wrecked and 
demented making keening, wailing animal noises. 

She arched her back in a useless and involuntary 
attempt to escape the pain and instead gave better 
leverage on her breast. Sarah joined back in. Together 
they played Samantha's screams like a musical 
instrument with her breasts as the keyboard. They took 
turns in applying pressure, easing off and then 
suddenly ripping in with both hands. Then they both 
combined for a minute, twisting in opposite directions, 
then they again took turns. 

Neither made use of her nipples. It was all pressing on 
the full flesh of the breasts, from close to the chest 
to just under the aureole, crunching, twisting, 
pinching and pulling. Neither of them knew exactly for 
how long they did this to her. When Sarah stopped to 
look at the clock it had been over 8 minutes. Long 
enough for the excruciating glandular agony to have 
driven Samantha sickeningly and totally over the edge. 
Both breasts were cruelly bruised and swelling. They 
stopped when her struggles weakened. 

"Breasts are really handy, aren't they" said Sarah when 
they both pulled back and let her rest. "They just sort 
of stick out and ask for that sort of thing to be done 
to them. Time for about 4 minutes rest. That will leave 
about 8-9 for the last really good bit." They just 
looked at her, shaking, muscles spasms running over her 
body, tears running down her nose and getting wiped on 
the towel, her feet lifted off the floor and twisted 
over each other, toes curling. 

Sarah took photos and gave her an extra minute. Partly 
for Bartholomew's benefit she said "Now Frank, before I 
decide on the next bit, are you sure you would not like 
to put some hard cane strokes on her tits as well. Look 
how they have swollen up. They are nice and tight for 
the cane. You could give her say 20 hard ones, on each 
breast that is doing them one at a time. 

Crossing welts to make a neat ring around each nipple, 
that would look good. It would not take much to change 
her position. Those tits are so tight already that you 
would not have to hit too hard to really make her 
scream the house down." She sighed when Frank shook his 
head and gave an emphatic "No." "OK I will do the next 
bit myself then." She pushed Frank away and reached for 
the cane. 

"Now Samantha, are you listening? I'm going to beat the 
undersides of your breasts starting with the left one 
where I have the best angle. Not really hard, just lots 
of quick firm taps. No welts like Frank put on your 
bottom. You will hardly feel the first 20 or so but let 
me tell you with them already being swollen tight the 
pain quickly builds up. By 50 every tap will send a 
shock wave through the whole breast so that it will 
feel as if it is being crunched by an axe handle. 

"You are going to have an out of this world experience. 
There is no need to do both breasts together. One will 
hurt you enough. They say the pain is incredibly bad 
but that a women does not normally faint so you will 
feel every bit of it. You should be able to get about 
400 taps in 9 minutes. I'll give Frank a turn at some 
stage, maybe on your other tit. Wont that be lovely." 
Samantha sobbed and groaned, her words were slurred 
pathetically, "Please let me go, PLEASE! Don't you see 
how much it's hurting me. You don't have to do anymore, 
it is still hurting so much deep inside. Please don't. 
I'll die if you hurt me anymore."

Sarah took no notice. She stood beside Samantha's head 
on the left side. She hit at an angle holding the cane 
part way down its length for better control. She 
smacked it half into the side of the breast and 
diagonally across the underside curve. Frank watched. 
The taps were not really light. They thumped into the 
swollen tit quite hard. This was pretty good. When she 
could Sarah timed each tap so that the cane hit just as 
the breast was swinging outwards. It was all from the 
wrist and fingers. 

The rod seemed to be alive on the end of Sarah's hand. 
As she had said the pleading did not start till more 
than 20 taps had landed and then changed to begging and 
after a minute or so to berserk screaming. Samantha 
threw herself around in her bonds, her head shook, she 
screamed and yelled, her body muscles strained in 
spasms, her legs twisted over each other first one way 
then the other, she threw her head back and around, 
spittle and snot drooled down her chin again. Her 
breasts swung stiffly in small gyrating circles looking 
like blue and red mottled cones that had become almost 
rigid with swelling. She babbled and screamed as Sarah 
kept the rod thumping into the jutting flesh. 

Sarah looked like she would keep it up it for ever. Not 
that Frank was feeling sorry for the girl, far from it, 
he really wanted to have a go himself. "Frank, reach 
underneath and hold her breast out sideways so I can 
hit straight down on the nipple" Samantha must have 
been coherent enough despite the blinding agony to 
understand what Sarah said and she incredibly pleaded 
even more loudly "Nooohhhhh, don't do that  
Pllleeeeeaaaaassseeee No No Plleeeaassee, please no. 
Not on the nipple. Noohhhh. You can't do it on my 
nipple. Please not there. Pllleeeaaaasseee." She gasped 
for breath but Frank said, "Its hurting enough Sarah, 
you don't need to use her nipple." 

"Very well then Frank, I'll just hit harder here 
instead. Have a look at the time for me." It was 4 
minutes to go. "I will just stay here then, hurting 
this one. Not really enough time to warm up the other 
one. It will be days before she can wear a bra again. 
Tell you what Frank, you take the rod and I will get 
some photos." She had been hogging it Frank had 
thought. He may have had some decency left about 
hitting her nipple but this was different. He took the 
rod and, holding it slightly longer than Sarah had 
been, he kept on tapping with barely a break in the 
rhythm. Sarah got into position. 

"That's great Frank, just make them a bit harder so you 
dig it deeper into her tight flesh, it makes a better 
shot." He had to make it quite hard because the rod 
looked as though it was just bouncing off the drum 
tight skin. But inside the breast the shock waves from 
each tap made every single nerve ending fire hell into 
her brain. Her screaming was getting worn out but she 
again made a special screaming effort when he started 
sinking the rod right into the tight flesh. "Got it. 
That's great." 

Samantha started babbling as the new sharper pain 
continued to cut through the sickening agony that had 
enveloped her whole chest and guts. "I cant stand it, I 
cant stand it, Ohhhh pleaseeee stop pleaseeee. Sarah 
pleasssseeeee." Then when the cane just kept on coming, 
"Please, please cane my bottom again. Please stop 
hurting my breast, cane my bottom, really hard, as hard 
as you like, please, please." But Frank stayed on her 
breast now, not realising he was hitting quite a bit 
harder than before, solid quick swings of the cane with 
a strong flick from his wrist. 

When her pleading made no difference Samantha screamed 
out "I want to be fucked, please anything, anything, 
get him to stop and fuck me" Then she just howled 
again. "Too late for that Samantha. You can ease off if 
you like Frank but keep her squealing." He did ease 
off, a bit. Samantha was just groaning and moaning. She 
managed to get out a couple more pleas, "Please fuck 
me, pleeeaaaasseeee stop and fuck me, please rape me 
any way you like, make it hurt, anything, please stop 
hitting my breast, please, please." She was not moving 
all that much any more but she had spread her legs wide 
open. 

"Please stop and fuck me. Please." With the breast 
holding fairly steady Frank managed to keep hitting in 
a faster rhythm and hard enough now to make the cane 
flex noticeably. The breast had become stretched to a 
rigid blunt mound with a shiny crimson red and blue 
skin. 

The nipple was a towering dark red cylinder with a 
square end sitting in a shiny smooth sea of dark red 
areole stretched to more than 3 inches across the 
rounded end of her swollen breast. The last minute 
seemed to go on for ever. She was getting weaker and 
weaker but still being noisy enough to make a good 
sound track. Eventually the bell rang. Frank finished 
with six of the best, six hard strokes with the cane 
starting from above his shoulder, to show her what it 
could have been like and then it was over.

"Well that went better than I hoped. Lots of good 
photos and the recording should be really great." Sarah 
said putting the timer and camera in her bag. With the 
recorder still running in her hand she said "I'll see 
myself out. Good night - and thanks. Now you can have 
your fun Frank. She is in a great position for it. Get 
in her, grab her sore tits and hump her hard. No need 
to let her up straight away. Come back and take her a 
few times. You've waited for it so long I'm sure you 
could manage it 3 or 4 times before the end of the 
night. You've got the cane in case you want to give her 
a bit more later on. You might even crack it across her 
nipples." 

This parting gesture produced a weak wail of despair. 
Frank stared at the shuddering, whimpering girl bound 
across the horse before him, Sarah's words echoing in 
his head. He was as stiff as a bull but he would not 
rape Samantha.


Chapter: Afterwards

Frank heard the front door shut, she was gone. Thank 
goodness. Samantha was alternately howling and 
whimpering and shaking with wracking sobs. She had not 
thought of getting raped afterwards. He stared at her 
discoloured breasts that were jutting rigidly into 
space rather than swaying as her body continued to be 
wracked by surges of sharp pain and a crushing 
glandular agony. She shook with fear and pain. She did 
not know what he would do to her next. 

Frank stared at her not knowing how to start. Anything 
he did even untying her would make her move and 
probably hurt her more. He knelt down besides her head 
and said "Samantha, I am going to look after you. Don't 
worry, I am not going to hurt you any more. I am not 
going to rape you. I am going to untie your hands and 
help you now. Try not to move too quickly or it might 
hurt more." He seemed to be getting through to her. 

He untied her wrists. She slowly gathered her forearms 
besides her head and started raising herself. Suddenly 
she seemed to slip and her face fell back on the towel 
and she gave an almighty howl as her breasts bumped 
into her elbows. It was going to be quite awkward 
getting her off the horse. He undid the seatbelt over 
her back. 

"Please just let me lie for a bit." He wetted a towel 
and gently wiped her snotty face, pulled out the tear 
and snot saturated towel and put a soft cushion under 
her. He wriggled the horse forward a little, all the 
time talking soothingly, telling her what he was doing. 
Then he got a good idea. He grabbed the thick seat 
cushion off the easy chair and pushed it under the saw 
horse below her knees. 

"Now Samantha, are you ready to try to get up. I will 
lift your shoulders and raise you back. First of all 
kneel on this cushion and hang onto the horse, OK? She 
hesitated for ages and then said, "Go on, please do it 
slowly." He lifted her under her tummy, a foot above 
the sand bag and eased her back to be kneeling in front 
of the horse. He relaxed an instant too soon and she 
fell forwards pressing her breasts into the sand bag 
and screamed like the punishment was still going on. 
Frank realised just how hard this was going to be. She 
was a wreck. Apart from the obvious damage and hurt 
areas she was totally exhausted.

She stayed resting and leaning on the horse with her 
arms for five minutes while Frank wiped her face again 
and held a soft towel dipped in cold water over her 
battered bottom. He brought her warm sweet tea to sip. 
He wiped the wet towel over her arms and legs where she 
was not damaged. He could not get his eyes off her 
breasts. The left nipple was now a hard distended 
purple even though it had not been touched and the 
right one was also looking quite bad. Both breasts 
looked shiny and smooth, tight stretched and cruel 
shades of dark red and black and purple. 

It must have been the crushing and twisting because the 
left one looked only a little worse than the right one, 
for all it suffered from the rod. Her bum looked in a 
far worse state. Purple, red and blackening welts 
running across and along the cheeks. Overall there was 
not as much blood as he feared. Down the sides of her 
cheeks and hips where the tip of the cane had bitten 
into her flesh there were seeping purple and red 
discoloured splotches. Same in 3 or 4 places on top. 
The worst was the line of her crease between her thighs 
and bum where Sarah had gotten him to put five strokes 
or more on top of each other. There was a wide, seeping 
welted ridge running right across there.

It was almost 20 minutes later before he had her on her 
feet. "Put your gown on." "No, No, don't touch me with 
anything." She grimly grasped his shirt and he 
supported her carefully not touching her near any sore 
parts. She sagged down on the steps. A while later he 
managed to get her to go up on her hands and knees. 
They got as far as the kitchen where she stood shaking 
and sobbing, leaning on the table while he made her 
another lot of tea sweetened with spoons of honey. 

When she had had that he said "I'll take you up to the 
bed," and she nodded. This lot of stairs was easier but 
it still took some minutes to get up. He left her 
leaning on the door and took her clothes and the bed 
covers off and folded back the sheet. As they neared 
the bed she fell forwards and just caught herself, 
propping up on her arms, legs almost collapsing and she 
screamed again, piercing Franks senses as she howled, 
"My breasts, my breasts." They stayed like that for a 
couple of minutes, her blubbering and both slowly 
recovering. He pulled the covers back. 

"Come on Samantha, crawl up and lie on your side." Inch 
by inch she managed that, ending up in a slight foetal 
position, her knees drawn up a bit without stretching 
the damaged skin on her bum too much. She again burst 
into tears. He gently pulled just the sheet over her. 
He tried to step back but she would not release his 
hand. "Please don't leave me, please, please stay. I 
don't want to be alone." 

"Alright Samantha, let me lie down next to you" He saw 
it was nearly 11 o'clock. She let go, staring as if 
frightened he would desert her. He turned off the light 
and went around the other side and lay carefully next 
to her. Her knees against him, her hand clutching his 
hand and his other arm around her head nestling her 
face against his chest. He spoke soothing meaningless 
words. 

She sobbed herself to sleep but never stopped grasping 
his hand. She woke up after a few minutes, whimpering 
and sobbing, pushing her head harder against him. This 
happened again and again. He was totally exhausted and 
when she next woke up he said "Let me take off my shirt 
and trousers. I will come back and hold you. She stared 
at him in the light from the hall way while he took off 
his things. Immediately when he was back lying next to 
her she grasped his hand and pushed her head against 
his chest.  

They slept fitfully next to each other. He lost count 
of how often he woke up sometimes because she was 
sobbing and shaking again. Then suddenly it was 
morning. She was asleep lying against him just as 
before and still holding his hand. He could see her 
breasts badly discoloured but not looking so tightly 
swollen, his prick was hard yet again, there was no way 
he could help it. He had to move a bit and she woke up 
but stayed still. 

After a long while a muffled voice came from against 
his chest "I'm not feeling so bad this morning. I'm not 
burning up any more. It just aches terribly badly and 
it hurts when I move, my bottom and my breasts." He 
could not help himself. He felt so bad about what he 
had done. That he had enjoyed it made him fell so 
guilty he got tears in his eyes and she heard it in his 
voice.

"Frank," she said, "I don't blame you. Don't feel bad 
about what happened. You just did what you had to do 
and I agreed to take it. I did not think Sarah would be 
so vicious and cruel. She did far more than was needed. 
She loved seeing me hurt. I don't blame you for it at 
all." 

Frank could not believe what he heard. Did he still 
have a chance with Samantha. He felt terribly guilty. 
"Samantha, I have to tell you" "No you don't Frank, I 
understand" "Samantha I need to tell you" he blurted 
out. "You might want to hate me. I used all the tricks 
I know to hurt you more. When we talked at your place 
yesterday I did not tell you the whole story about how 
it was going to hurt. When I saw you again I just 
lusted for you to be tied naked in front of me so I did 
not want you to change your mind. 

Soaking the cane in water like she wanted made it hurt 
deeper. The way I hit down on you all the time made it 
hurt more. I used my body, arm and flicked my wrist so 
you would get deeper welts. And when I was twisting 
your breast I used all my strength to crush and twist. 
I am so sorry, so sorry." 

"Don't blame yourself Frank. I don't hate you. I would 
never hate you. I knew you would hurt me lots. You did 
what I expected you would do. I have always liked you. 
There were only two times when I was truly frightened 
and you did not do those things to me. You did not cane 
my pussy when she held my legs apart and you did not 
rape me. I am very thankful for both of those things. 
She really frightened me at those moments and I did not 
know what you would do."

She kept on in a hoarse whisper. "Also at the end when 
she took the cane and kept on hitting the under side of 
my breast it hurt more than you did on my bottom. I 
wanted to die it hurt so much particularly when she got 
you to hit harder for the photos. After she had been 
going for a while each time the cane touched me my 
whole breast exploded with pain. It kept on getting 
worse and worse, it hurt more than a stroke on my bum 
and it just kept on happening. It was even worse the 
way she made you do it." 

She lifted her head from his chest, slowly wriggling 
back until she was looking at his face through 
bloodshot and gummy eyes. A weak smile and she sort of 
did a kiss in the air. He moved forward, kissed her 
forehead and then their lips met, gently touching and 
then moving a bit more. 

She was first to part her lips and push out her tongue 
tip. They kissed very gently, again and again. "I have 
to move a bit, I am getting cramps. Don't you move, 
just stay where you are." she said. Just straightening 
her legs a bit obviously caused pain. She supported her 
breasts with one hand and arm. He lifted the sheet to 
help her move and obviously to look at her. "Do I look 
as bad as I feel?"

"You look like you have been hurt badly but you are 
very beautiful." 

She did a weak smile and lying back on her side she 
drew up her knees. As she wriggled a bit he covered her 
with the sheet and suddenly her top knee bumped into 
his rampant cock. She really smiled. "Frank, how long 
have you had that. You are very nice not to have not 
touched me." 

"Samantha, its been like that since I went to pick you 
up yesterday and stayed like that all night." 

"Kiss" she said. Gently their lips muzzled and tongues 
played. His arm supported her head and held her face to 
him. He felt her move her lower arm, down his belly 
till she touched his shaft through his underpants, 
fingers underneath, thumb on top. An electric thrill 
ran through him. Then her other hand moved down his 
side, over his flank until the fingers found his balls. 
Her hand wriggled around and pulled till she had him in 
her palm. His kiss became more urgent and he pressed 
into her only to be startled by a gasp of pain. 
"Careful, you just lie there." 

Her top hand moved to the elastic around his waist and 
pulled down. "Lift your hip" It was a slow struggle, a 
careful movement of an inch here then there but then 
his underpants were out of the way. "Frank, let me 
help. Your penis feels like it is made of steel" He 
gasped and brought their lips back together. His bare 
cock was lying on her bottom hand. Thumb slowly 
spreading the dribble from his hole over the top of his 
glans. Her top hand rubbed up and down the length of 
his shaft, finger nails digging in and finding that 
spot just at the back of the head. 

As he groaned more into her mouth and his penis 
throbbed more and more the top hand let go and moved to 
his balls. She was not really gentle. She grasped and 
crushed, digging in the nails on one testicle and then 
the other and back again. It hurt quite a bit but he 
still spread his legs to give her more room. She held 
her fingers stiff and slapped down from her wrist again 
and again. His bag was very floppy. She could feel the 
shape of the testicles against her fingers with every 
slap. 

She noticed that he raised his hips for more. She kept 
it up for ages until his testicles were aching enough 
to make his cock soften. At once the hand came back up, 
finger nails up and down the back of his shaft, a dull 
ache in his balls, thumb circling the tip then the nail 
scraping over the edges of his pee hole. He hardened in 
no time at all and in less than a minute he did a 
groaning yelp, his whole body went rigid and he burst 
all over her hand. Three great gushing squirts that 
seemed to fill her palm. 

She held him in both hands feeling his throbbing get 
softer and his cock begin to shrink. She rubbed her 
hand over both their bellies. "Next time you need that 
Frank, I will bring a little stick so that your 
testicles can really get it, deep inside. Your penis 
too for that matter. How would you like to be made to 
go soft and then hard again three times over before you 
go off." He groaned, a groan she took to mean yes.

He looked after her all weekend. He gently washed her, 
brought food and wine, left her alone when she wanted 
and helped her in every way. By Sunday morning she 
looked less hurt. When he asked what she wanted for 
breakfast she said she wanted to try and make love. "I 
won't be able to do much Frank but would you let me lie 
on you without touching me with your hands. I think I 
will be able to do it."

He lay flat on his back. A rigid penis lying along his 
belly ready for insertion. She played with him, 
scraping nails, rubbing the tip, rolling his balls and 
again there were bits of pressure that brought tiny 
stabs of exciting pain. Then slowly she got over him 
and grimaced as she eased her knees on either side of 
his hips. Her red purple and blotched breasts jutted 
painfully out. She picked up his penis and rubbed 
across his wee hole and up and down. 

Then she raised herself, lifted his cock in her fist 
and slid the head backwards and forwards in her very 
slippery groove. She rubbed it most of the time near 
the front, he could feel a little lump of what he 
thought her clit and the tightening ridges of her 
folds. "Samantha that's lovely but I will come in a 
moment if you keep doing that." 

She grinned and pushed his cock back a bit further, he 
felt it go in through the tight ring, stretching his 
foreskin back hard and in that one move they were 
coupled. She could only raise and lower herself slowly, 
leaning back and then forwards, as long as it was slow. 
She did manage to squeeze her vagina on him and that 
did it. He just could not help humping underneath her, 
she yelped when it hurt but by then he was coming. He 
wanted to bring her off with his finger but she said 
she could not bear it, having an orgasm would make her 
shake and hurt too much. She smiled at him and said 
"Next time Frank." and he basked in the glow of what 
her words meant. "Oh yes, next time it's you first and 
then both together." 

She did the tiniest wiggle ever. "And then again and 
again." That afternoon, quite late, he took her home 
and she managed that without looking as though she had 
just been thrashed only two days ago.


Chapter 7: Recovering at home

Samantha got through Sunday night on her own with 
difficulty. Three times she woke up sweat drenched, in 
the throws of all too real nightmares in which the 
dream of canes swinging into her stretched body were 
probably brought on by real pain in her deeply bruised 
bottom and still very sore breasts. Recovery was 
happening and she felt less awful hour by hour. By 
Monday afternoon she could run her mind over the events 
but preferred to gloss over the punishment and think 
about what was happening between her and Frank. Wasn't 
life strange.

She spent a lot of minutes looking at her body in the 
mirror. Her breasts were now blue and yellow rather 
than red and dark purple, the left one a lot worse than 
the right. They no longer looked so swollen or hurt. 
But she thought they did not look as high, the left one 
in particular looked half an inch lower than she 
thought she had been. That made her shudder. Frank's 
twisting and crushing could have caused that.

Maybe she was wrong or they might still recover a bit 
more. It occurred to her that she did not have a good 
nude photo of herself from before, pity. She might 
never know for sure. Her bum still hurt if she bumped 
it but the welts were gone and the colour scheme was 
merely lurid. Looking at herself like this made her 
finger creep to her slit and several times over those 
days she spent a lovely hour playing thought games with 
images of Frank. Only once did she orgasm but it was a 
really nice way to spend recovery time.

By Tuesday night her thoughts turned to Sarah. How 
could they ever look at each other again. Sarah was a 
sadist. Maybe there was a bit of that in all of them. 
Was she a masochist to be accepting pain as just and to 
love Frank after what he had done. She thought probably 
not but there was no clear answer. Would she do the 
same to Sarah if there was a chance? Well probably yes. 
A moment later she was squirming down on the couch with 
her finger working her clit. Maybe the answer was yes, 
she had gotten very wet. 

Her thoughts made her go to her computer and look for 
the webpage Sarah had mentioned. It took a while to 
find and then she read screen after screen for over an 
hour. Most of that stuff was purely disgusting, torture 
from the middle ages that would leave you crippled or 
kill you. But there were also some bits that made her 
gasp and want to read more. 

She found the pages on canes and how to use them. There 
was the bit on water soaked rattan that Sarah had used 
on her. She shuddered at the descriptions and drawings, 
knowing exactly how it felt. There were many different 
descriptions of public canings. Many accounts were 
about women and all of them stripped naked for their 
flogging. 

There were other sections. Flogging with whips, straps, 
flogging on the soles of the feet and there was a whole 
section on punishing breast by flogging, crushing and 
stretching. Nipples got a lot of attention. Included 
were instructions on how to make it hurt more by 
combining crushing with twisting and pulling and with 
sharp whacks of a rod and how to pace a punishment to 
increase the suffering to a maximum. 

Samantha realised Sarah could have made her hurt worse 
than she had. Perversely Samantha could not stop 
herself from reading each line. A myriad of images that 
could have been herself struck her mind. She could so 
easily imagined the pain that any of the women would 
have felt. 

Some of the stories were eye witness accounts of 
punishments seen in various countries. All struck 
Samantha as viciously cruel. The simplest one was the 
punishment of a serving girl by her mistress, just for 
spilling hot tea on a visiting friend. It was the 
friend who wrote the account. She asked that the girl 
should be beaten for 1 hour. That was no problem for 
the mistress. The girl was made to lie naked and face 
down on her bed, ankles were tied at the corners, feet 
sticking over the bottom rail. 

There was nothing the girl could do apart from throw 
herself around, scream and beat her fists into the 
mattress. At first she was beaten for 10 minutes on her 
bum and her open thighs with an 18 inch length of thin 
rubber hose. Some of the lashes were put down the 
length of her, over her bottom and along the top of a 
thigh. The women took turns with the flogging. No one 
counted the lashes. Then the sole of each foot got hit 
36 times, lengthways and across.

The punishment indeed took nearly an hour. Just before 
the end the mistress pulled the girl's arms behind her 
back and yanked her half upright. Breasts swinging. 
"Give her a dozen really hard on each tit, make sure 
you get the nipples and then that will be enough."

Samantha gasped often and sometimes held herself in 
sympathy. She read lots of other things as well. One in 
particular was how to use a kebab stick to flick a 
sensitive spot. That was so simple. She had to try it. 
She got one from the kitchen and opened her blouse and 
flicked herself on her right nipple. She had no idea 
how hard to do it, so she went flick and got a 
perfectly direct hit on the tip. 

The pain was amazing. Thank god it was only one. In the 
story the woman got 100 on each, and the man she had 
run away with got 200 on the tip of his penis and 
balls, nice and slowly over an hour or so. Samantha 
shuddered, such an easy way of hurting. What would it 
feel like for a man. Before she got any further the 
phone rang and it was Frank asking about how she was 
going. She had to make something up and hide the 
excited huskiness of her voice. They arranged that 
Frank would come after school on Wednesday and bring 
takeaway. She hung up, went to bed and slept without 
any dreams she could remember. 

Next afternoon she dressed up and for the first time 
since Friday she put on a bra. She wanted Frank. It 
amazed her how her feelings had developed since they 
parted on Sunday, after that terrible night on Friday. 
For his part Frank felt the same way and was frightened 
that a new meeting might reverse what he was feeling. 
After all she had still been in shock on Sunday and 
might not have meant any of the loving. He arrived with 
food, wine and flowers. 

She pulled him into her arms and in just a moment they 
both knew that it was OK, they wanted to be together. 
Before they finished eating dinner Samantha simply said 
she wanted to make love. Until then they had both felt 
a bit unsure of themselves. She asked him to undress 
her and they fell into bed and made frantic love. The 
second time she took him in her mouth. 

He knew she had not gone off and so he trailed his 
tongue down her tummy and licked her long and softly. 
He felt her clit and the ridges of her inner lips 
harden and her whole body stiffened until she had a 
shuddering climax. Then he slipped again inside her. 

Next morning Frank had to leave early. Samantha paraded 
naked to show him how she was healing. They would spend 
the weekend together, from Friday after school. 
Samantha felt wonderful. She now knew she wanted this. 
Later in the morning she thought again about the 
punishments that were really tortures that she had read 
about. She went back to the site and followed some 
links but got bored and went into the garden. 

A thought she had been pushing into the background now 
came into focus and could no longer be ignored. In a 
few days she would have to see and work with Sarah. 
After all the pain had been to save her job. Sarah was 
a cruel bitch but now that the suffering had saved her 
job it would be stupid to let that stand in the way. 
Maybe they will each be so embarrassed they could never 
work together again. The idea of the next meeting with 
Sarah made Samantha very nervous.

It was that same afternoon. The phone rang and Samantha 
thought it might be Frank on a late lunch wanting to 
say hello. She picked up the phone and to her shock it 
was Sarah. Samantha could hardly speak. Sarah had 
obviously prepared herself. " Samantha, I have to bring 
you the letter from Bartholomew and the evidence. Could 
I just come around for a moment after work?" Samantha 
grunted "OK Sarah, whenever."

Samantha tried to prepare herself but she was shaking 
with fear when she thought of Sarah. It was nearly 7 
when the bell rang. Samantha opened the door and stared 
at Sarah. She did not speak for fear she would burst 
into tears. As it happened there was no need. Sarah did 
not try to come in. After hesitating for a moment she 
suddenly blurted out "Samantha, I'm sorry, I really am. 
Here is the letter from Bartholomew. It's got 
everything that was needed. It's good. The tape and 
pictures are in the bag. 

He only got to see 12 pictures, you have a lot more 
here. I haven't told Bill much about it. I told him a 
bit but not everything. He knows about canning your 
bottom and that you howled for the whole time. He says 
I have to go to the States for several weeks and look 
after some joint work with the company you visited last 
year. I'm really sorry. I feel bad that I liked doing 
those things to you. I will try and talk to you when I 
get back. I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry. Bill 
is on your side. I'm going now." She hastened to her 
car and drove off without looking back. Samantha shut 
the door. She went into the kitchen, dropped everything 
on the table and sat on a chair holding her head in her 
hands and cried for half an hour.


Chapter 8: Killing Ghosts

Frank and Samantha grew closer and closer. More special 
for every bit that her bruises faded over the next 
weeks. They went to shows, on bush walks, to a football 
match, visit Frank's friends, went to a concert and had 
many quiet nights of company and loving. Many hours 
were spent learning about each others bodies and making 
love. Samantha only had occasional orgasms but that did 
not affect the vigour of her need and that she loved 
sex. She loved taking him in her mouth, just the top 
two inches, she loved feeling him inside and she loved 
them playing with each other. 

It was about 5 weeks after night zero. On a Friday 
night they had been out to a restaurant in a forest for 
dinner and they were relaxing at her place. Suddenly 
Samantha said "Frank, you know how the weekend after I 
got it you made me go down in the wine cellar to get a 
bottle when I did not want to go down there ever again, 
you said I had to, so that no ghosts would come to live 
in the place.?" Frank grunted a reply only slowly 
waking up to realise that something important was 
coming up. 

"There is another ghost to settle. It's been getting at 
me for nearly all these weeks." He was alert now. "Tell 
me about the ghost Samantha and I will slay it for 
you." "It is in me and I have to slay it myself but you 
can help." She went on, "You know that Sarah brought me 
the letter from Bartholomew before she went overseas?" 
He nodded "Has some thing gone wrong Samantha?" 

"No, but she did not just bring the letter. She brought 
a disc of photos and a tape. I have tried to look and 
listen but each time I cry and have to stop it. Then it 
gets harder next time. I did not want to ask you 
because all of that will make you feel bad again. But I 
just cant do it by myself. Will you please help me get 
through it." 

Of course he would. He thought for a moment. "You go 
and take your clothes off and put on a gown like that 
night and sit here against me. I will come and get you 
when it's ready." She left. He put the disc in her 
computer and a full front on nude picture of Samantha 
standing by the saw horse just before bending over came 
on the screen. He listened to the start of the tape.

Then Frank put the computer on the small coffee table 
and the mouse he tucked into the corner of the lounge. 
In that first nude picture of Samantha standing in 
front of the saw horse she had a look of abject fear on 
her face, absolutely poignant. He flicked through 
quickly. Sarah had taken a close up of her backside, it 
seemed about every few strokes. 

There were several action shots of her back arching 
backwards, head and shoulders propped up on rigid arms, 
face hideously distorted by her agonized screams. There 
were also several of the cane just having cracked into 
her bottom, the shaft bent and almost buried in the 
flesh of the near cheek and the tip end of the cane 
blurred in the instant of flicking over the other cheek 
and flexing around her hip. 

There were also close-ups of his hands twisting her 
breasts, the ridges on the bits of breast pressing out 
between his fingers showing the twist in opposite 
directions, his arms intertwined to give a greater 
angle. The last lot were of him caning her left breast. 
This was why Sarah told him to take the cane for the 
last couple of minutes when she would have dearly loved 
to continue herself. Now he could see why she had told 
him to hit harder than the taps she had used to drive 
Samantha to near madness. 

The fist shot showed the cane completely buried in the 
breast flesh at an angle across the dangling underside 
as her struggling made it swing sideways to meet the 
cane. Her breast was a mess of darkening red and purple 
streaks and splotches, looking tightly shiny with 
swelling and sweat. The next shot was the opposite, the 
breast had gone the other way and was half out of sight 
with the blurred cane flexed through about 45 degrees 
following the breast around her body. He returned to 
the first slide. The tape he stopped when the first 
sound came through, the remote for the speaker next to 
the mouse.

He went to get Samantha carefully adjusting his rigid 
cock so as to be less noticeable and more bearable. She 
had the gown on, sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing 
a bit and eyes wet. "Come on Samantha dear, I will take 
you through this and kill the ghosts."

He took her arm and led her to the couch. He sat 
against the armrest and she put her feet up and leant 
against him. "Put your arm around me and hold me tight 
please Frank." 

"Photos first Samantha." His left hand clicked the 
mouse and Samantha's figure filled the screen, breasts 
standing out, her face haggard with worry, eyes red and 
a tear track down her cheek. "Look at me. Ohh just look 
at me." 

The next showed her before the first stroke with still 
a smooth bottom, head and shoulders tied to the stool 
and breasts hanging down, jutting underneath her. "She 
really lined me up for it all didn't she," said 
Samantha more to herself. Then she really cried when 
the close ups of her bottom came on with the cane 
sinking into her flesh and how her body and face 
contorted grotesquely. When the picture showed Franks 
hands on her breasts she gasped and to his surprise 
said pushing his hand under her gown, "Hold me please, 
this side, hold the left one." 

He held her breast feeling the nipple stiffening and 
poking his hand. The next picture showing the cane 
buried in her breast made her turn away but Frank 
gently pushed her head back to make sure she looked. 
She clutched his hand more tightly to her breast. The 
next shot showed her with arched back, straining 
fiercely on rigid arms, head thrown back with the mouth 
wide open by her scream and a grimacing, agony 
distorted face as the cane followed the curve of the 
swinging breast. 

"Oh God, oh God." The first picture came back.

"Alright, let's listen to the tape now." "Hold me 
Frank, please don't let go." He pressed the remote. It 
started with the sound of Frank explaining the options 
one last time and telling Samantha how to bend over the 
saw horse. Her first begging, squealing and howling 
came a few moments later when the stool had been pulled 
out and her breasts left hanging free. 

"Gawd, did I really beg and plead like that before it 
even began?" 

"It gets a lot worse Samantha." She saw the truth of 
that in her reaction to Sarah explaining the reality of 
the punishment that would last for the next 75 minutes.

When the tape finished she was crying solidly, sobbing 
into his chest. He did not know what to say, he felt 
dreadfully guilty all over again. After a some minutes 
though she looked up. Having spent the previous hour 
and a half distraught she suddenly smiled and said "I 
don't hurt at all any more. My ghost has gone." He 
tried to smile but it was hard. "Frank, the ghost has 
gone into you, hasn't." He nodded feeling again his 
guilt. 

The thought of how he had enjoyed her punishment was 
the worst. She looked at him for a long couple of 
minutes. "I knew it would be like this. Don't feel bad 
Frank. You did exactly what was needed, that's all." 
The guilt he felt was written in his face. She took a 
deep breath. "I know what we have to do, you have to 
learn that it was OK. Just stay here, I'll be back in a 
minute." She got up and folded the robe tightly. "I 
know how to fix you. Just stay." 

He heard her in the kitchen and going out the back 
door. Some minutes later she came back into the lounge 
room. She held out to him a 30 inch long switch, 
gleaming white where she had peeled off the bark, half 
an inch thick at the green handle end, a bit more than 
a quarter inch at the other end. "I cut it from the 
hazelnut bush. I think it will do quite well. 

"Frank, I want you to give me six of the best, harder 
than you do at school, make it hurt as much as you can. 
Then rape me, fuck me hard no matter what I say, just 
push in and fuck. I want you to do that to me and then 
your ghost will be gone." She dropped the robe from her 
shoulders and stood naked before him. "Tell me how you 
want me." 

Frank was slow to react. He looked at her beautiful 
body, smooth, just a little plump, the bruises all 
gone. He got up slowly, lust beginning to swell him. 
"Have a practice swing on the cushion" she said. He 
did, after a few swings he was starting to get it 
together so that the swish and crack made Samantha 
wince. He looked at her. She could not back out of the 
offer now. 

"Right, stand hard against the back of that lounge 
chair, bend over and put your head on the seat. 
Quickly." She did, fear creeping into her face but 
determined to see it through. 

He turned to her placing the rod across the crown of 
her bum and tapping lightly. He would hit down directly 
on the near side of her bum leaving a good length of 
rod to curl around to bite into her hip on the far 
side. She would not have realised when she picked the 
hazelnut rod that it would behave more like a whip, it 
would streak over her skin as if she was being whipped 
with a length of rubbery electric flex.

He lifted his arm he took half a step back and on the 
down swing his body, arm and cocked wrist crashed the 
stroke into the centre of her round bum. There was a 
stunning Crrraaaaackkkkk against the tight skin and 
muscle of the sharply bent over bottom. Samantha had 
prepared for what she thought was the worst but she was 
overwhelmed by the instant agony blazing from the white 
line printed on her skin from one hip to the other by 
the sappy wet rod she had chosen. 

She screamed, straightened up clutching her bum with 
both hands and screamed again, dancing from foot to 
foot, sagging at the knees, her breasts bouncing around 
wildly. Her hands followed the reddening welt from hip 
to hip. 

"Get back down. That one will not count." "Please, oh 
please Frank that's too hard. Its gone right around me. 
It hurts more than I can stand." Tears were streaming 
down her face already. In disbelieve she repeated, "It 
went all around me. I tried to stay down but I can't 
help it. Oh Gawd it hurts", her hands still clutching 
the reddening thin line across both cheeks and 
particularly the curl over her right hip. 

He just stood there pointing the switch at the chair. 
Slowly she bent over and put her head down. He gave her 
the end of a rolled up small towel to stuff in her 
mouth. "I'll have to gag you if you don't keep that in. 
Can't take any chances with the neighbours here. If you 
can't control yourself and need to be really gagged you 
will get 3 extra strokes." 

He tapped an inch below the swelling welt of the first 
stroke. Six to go. It was only a little thrashing but 
she was going to feel it. She screamed into the towel 
but stayed in position. With more strokes her weight 
sagged onto the top of the chair, her legs kicked and 
she howled on and on. He put the next 3 strokes 
viciously hard in his favourite spot just next to each 
other in the crease at the top of her thighs.

The seventh went straight on top of the first welt that 
had not counted. She propped, went stiff and threw 
herself around making wild noises into the gag, kicking 
her legs, propped rigid on straight arms, bum gyrating 
and her body shaking in her uncontrollable reaction to 
that stroke. 

She tried to get up but he pushed her down. Frank 
dropped the switch beside her on the chair. "Behave 
yourself or you will get another lot." He took his 
pants right off, stood between her knees and pushed her 
legs apart. He leant forward to push his cock into her 
slit. She froze and spat out the towel. "No, No, not 
like that please Frank Pleeessssseeee, don't rape me 
like that, NOHHHHH, I'm not ready, please be nice about 
it, please take me to bed and come into me gently." 

He took no notice, he grabbed his cock to adjust his 
position and pushed hard against the opening of her 
vagina. She wailed. She was practically dry. He had to 
ram into her to get in the first 2 inches or so. The 
video, tape and caning had certainly not turned her on. 
"No, please, you're hurting me, please go slowly. It's 
hurting." 

He got in another 3 inches with his next heavy lunge 
and then just kept up the pressure till he slid in to 
his balls. That produced a wailing howl. Then he gave 
her some short in and outs so that she juiced and made 
it easier. 

She howled whenever he slammed in all the way and 
crashed himself hard into the welts on her bum. He 
reached under her to grab her breasts and pulled her up 
and back against him, wriggling his hips from side to 
side and making the welts on her bum scream into her 
brain all over again. He could not last long. He 
managed about 20 quick plunges, scraping her welts each 
time and then he burst deep inside her throwing his 
whole weight onto the injured skin of her cheeks. He 
lay over her, recovering. His hands underneath holding 
her breasts gently now for a long while. 

Her bottom hurt and she was crying. When he had 
shrivelled completely and slipped out of her he lifted 
her up. "There, there Samantha, its all over now." He 
pulled her upright as he straightened himself. She 
turned and put her arms around him, sobbing into his 
chest and they stood like that for several minutes. 
Eventually, she lifted her head and looked wetly into 
his eyes. She managed a weak smile on her tear stained 
face. "Frank, I think the ghost is really dead. I can 
see it in your face. You can now accept what you did 
last month. I love you. Please take me to bed and love 
me when I stop crying." 

Looking at her welted bottom he got hard again almost 
immediately. He held her gently in bed until she 
stirred against him and then it was her turn. She slid 
over him, popped the head of his penis just a bit into 
her vagina and played with her clit, all slippery from 
the juices of her rape. He could tell she was making it 
last as long as possible. She came in a gentle but long 
orgasm, gasping in surprise as the spasms kept on 
coming. She brought him off in a couple of minutes as 
her vagina clamped and pulsed on his cock. 

They lay together afterwards hardly moving. His arm was 
around her shoulder holding her close, kissing the top 
of her head. She, on her side, clutched his other hand 
against her breasts. Her free hand loosely holding his 
slightly swollen penis and testicles. "Frank, I want to 
say something to you," she whispered in his ear. "You 
know, if you ever feel you want to punish me, like you 
did just now, if you feel that you want to cane my bum, 
promise you will just do it. All you have to do is tell 
me and I will lie down for you." 

Frank kissed her and ran his hand gently over her sore 
bottom. He had never thought that she would offer 
herself in that way. She squeezed his balls but 
exhausted they both fell asleep. 

They were still wrapped in each other next morning. "I 
love you. How is your bottom?" "Quite a bit sore you 
brute. You hit hard don't you." He rubbed her nipple 
and grinned at her. "You were lucky it was not a full 
dozen" he said talking tough and she squirmed in his 
arms. "Kids at school get 6 of the best, you should get 
at least double that." 

"Frank, please promise you will never do anything like 
the night with Sarah ever again, I could not stand a 
second time like that." 

"That won't ever happen again Samantha, I promise you. 
But what you might get is a well applied dozen." 

She took a moment to let this sink in. Not certain what 
he meant she said, "I think a dozen would be OK.

END

Any contact welcome. Write 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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