Ultimate Submission Jacqueline s Story Chapter 12 Caroline Part 1
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The Head took some time to drink in the sight before him. A pretty girl, d****d on his punishment bench. Golden curls framing her sweet face, as she sobbed silently. At the other end, a pair of fine legs with what must be said were chubby, round thighs. And a rather nice bottom, completely pale white and blemish free. The Head surmised that Alison took little exercise, what with the roundness of her thighs and the padding on her rump. But overall this meant a larger canvas for his art.
For the Head was a devil of a caner. He kept himself fit, so the last girl would get the same force as the first. He selected his weapon with care. Just the correct tyep of whippy but powerful cane for the LastInLine. He took up his stance behind Alison and drew back the cane. Thwaccckkk! A sweetly delivered stroke. Alison screamed and clutched her bottom. "No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you reach behind with your hands I may catch your fingers and I do not want to do that. Clutch onto the legs at the front and be a good girl".
Again and again the cane sang its song, leaving tramline weals on that chubby white bottom which was soon turned red. Alison screamed and screamed, but hung tightly onto the legs at the front. As the thrashing progressed, Alison opened her legs, nto caring that she was on display. The Head got a fine view of the golden curls round her entrance. As more strokes fell, the Head slowed down and drank int he sight of coral pink lips, gently parting and giving the first view a man ever had up that entrance.
At last Alison submitted. The Head knew when a certain sigh escaped a girls lips and she slumped down that she was punished enough. However this was not enough. We remember those rotund thighs don't we? Well the Head sometimes allowed himself the pleasure of demonstrating his art on some teenage thighs.
The Head stepped over to the bench and briefly put his hand onto Alison's lower back, to signal to her to stay in place. He went over to hsi basket of canes to select an appropriate weapon. A shorter, more sturdy cane. The Head made some practice cuts through the air, the sound of which made Alison begin to cry. Slumped on the bench she was the perfect target for the Head's sadism. Slowly, almost gently, the Head applied the first stroke to the top of Alisons right thigh. Even with her padding it seemed an electric fire had been applied to her. She started to raise herself off the bench, but again was admonished by the Head. After twelve fully delivered strokes there was a perfect pattern of weals on Alison's thighs. Raised tramlines each one, an angry red now and they would turn black and blue as the days wore on, Alison being unable to sit comfortably. But for the moment we return to hear her cry, and see et she felt the hand in her tears drip. After some time the tears dried up, and Alison looked round. The Head again placed his hand on her lower back to bid her to stay down.
But what was this? Alison craned her neck round. Oh no!
For the Head was a devil of a caner. He kept himself fit, so the last girl would get the same force as the first. He selected his weapon with care. Just the correct tyep of whippy but powerful cane for the LastInLine. He took up his stance behind Alison and drew back the cane. Thwaccckkk! A sweetly delivered stroke. Alison screamed and clutched her bottom. "No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you reach behind with your hands I may catch your fingers and I do not want to do that. Clutch onto the legs at the front and be a good girl".
Again and again the cane sang its song, leaving tramline weals on that chubby white bottom which was soon turned red. Alison screamed and screamed, but hung tightly onto the legs at the front. As the thrashing progressed, Alison opened her legs, nto caring that she was on display. The Head got a fine view of the golden curls round her entrance. As more strokes fell, the Head slowed down and drank int he sight of coral pink lips, gently parting and giving the first view a man ever had up that entrance.
At last Alison submitted. The Head knew when a certain sigh escaped a girls lips and she slumped down that she was punished enough. However this was not enough. We remember those rotund thighs don't we? Well the Head sometimes allowed himself the pleasure of demonstrating his art on some teenage thighs.
The Head stepped over to the bench and briefly put his hand onto Alison's lower back, to signal to her to stay in place. He went over to hsi basket of canes to select an appropriate weapon. A shorter, more sturdy cane. The Head made some practice cuts through the air, the sound of which made Alison begin to cry. Slumped on the bench she was the perfect target for the Head's sadism. Slowly, almost gently, the Head applied the first stroke to the top of Alisons right thigh. Even with her padding it seemed an electric fire had been applied to her. She started to raise herself off the bench, but again was admonished by the Head. After twelve fully delivered strokes there was a perfect pattern of weals on Alison's thighs. Raised tramlines each one, an angry red now and they would turn black and blue as the days wore on, Alison being unable to sit comfortably. But for the moment we return to hear her cry, and see et she felt the hand in her tears drip. After some time the tears dried up, and Alison looked round. The Head again placed his hand on her lower back to bid her to stay down.
But what was this? Alison craned her neck round. Oh no!
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