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Samantha does the punishing
by Sarah Sloan
Samantha has felt Richard’s cane several times. It was never his fault, she had brought it on herself. When he used the cane it was so vicious, it was agonising torture. Now it was her turn and he was silly enough to think it was just a game and let her tie him to the bed.
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Richard and Samantha woke up late. He patted her bum and she squealed ?Ouch, don’t, it hurts?. ?Aw come on Samantha, it can't be that bad. You only got 7 strokes and we know you can take a lot more than that? he said patting her again and grinning as he thought back to how cruelly the hazel switch had wrapped itself over her rump from hip to hip. She had gone into the garden and cut a thick and a thin rod from the hazel nut bush for him to use. She had not known how wickedly flexible they would be. With the green bark peeled off they seemed to glow like some evil white laser light. He hadn't used the thin rod. It was a lithe little number, less than ? inch thick and as long as her arm while the thick one looked more like a straight school cane of the more severe sort. Both were extremely supple and heavy because the freshly picked wood was wet and juicy.
This morning his cock had been rigid right from the moment he woke up as visions of caning her last night kept on flashing before his eyes. How the impact wave rippled across her bum even though the cheeks had been tightly stretched. He ran his finger tips over the curve of her right buttock feeling the six ridges. Only six, with the lowest one much heavier because he had chosen to double up on that one just above her thighs. That was for the extra she had earned on the first stroke when she got surprised and jumped up because of the incredible pain when the rod wrapped itself over her whole bum. After that she managed to stay in position but howled and screamed more and more madly with every stroke. He hadn't bothered to use the thin rod.
"Don't do that? squealed Samantha, ?That one still hurts lots. That's where you put two strokes on top of each other." But by now Richard just yearned to get inside her again and wouldn't stop. ?Ouch, alright Richard, I don't feel like it right now because my bum’s still hurting too much. If you think that is so funny you deserve to get it yourself. I’ve warned you before. You’re going to get it, right now. You've promised to take it when I say so, now get out of bed.? she snapped, pulling his upright penis. Richard decided to play along because that grip felt good and after all, he had had his fun flogging her. Seven had not been much but with that rod flexing in his hand he had enjoyed every one. So now he didn't believe she was really going to make him hurt. It was just a game, a threat, and he really liked her hand on him.
Samantha got some stockings out of a draw. She made him hold his hands together and tied them quickly. Then she pulled the bed clothes off and gave him a push so he fell flat on his back over the bed. She pulled his arms high and tied the stocking around one of the boards making the bed head. A stocking went around each ankle these were quickly stretched wide and tied at the corners of the double bed. She tied a piece of clothes line from the kitchen went over his stomach and around the whole bed to help hold him down. ?Now Richard you are going to get it. There is nothing you can do to stop it. Just wait till I get a stick.?
Samantha came back almost immediately, carrying a solid cushion lifted from a lounge chair and the two switches from the hazel nut bush. The thicker and longer one he had used to print the welts across her bum last night. ?Lift your bottom? She pushed the cushion under him and put a second pillow under his head. ?That makes a nice display of your cock and balls, doesn’t. And you with your head up on the pillows, you will be able to watch it all, watch the rod sink in and see how it makes you hurt. Now, this stick is too long for convenience? she said picking up the big rod and breaking it in half. She took up the thinner end. ?I'll start with the thin end but if it does not have enough effect on you Richard I can always use the thick end.? He was suddenly getting worried. Maybe she was not just going to play with him. ?Now Richard, lets begin? she said flicking the rod with fingers and wrist, slapping it onto her other palm.
?I better tell you what is going to happen. I want you to think about how it's going to feel. I’m going to tap you severely on one testicle at a time and whip your penis with this thin switch. In fact I will give you 30 whacks on each one of your parts. To make sure that you stay attentive you must control your voice and not make a loud noise. You can writhe and wriggle all you want. If I have to gag you I will double the number of whacks you have left at the time you need gagging so you better try really hard to be quiet. I’ll rub you stiff before I start. I think you might enjoy it more that way. You can have a nice long break after I’ve done your first testicle and again after your penis. This is really going to hurt Richard. Each wack will make you feel you're riding a higher wave of agony than the one before. I will give you enough time to appreciate each one. You're going to love being caressed when it really hurts, aren’t you. Well anyway, I’m going to love playing with you when you’re really screaming no matter what you think."
She went on, "The prize you win at the end is being allowed to go off in my mouth or over my breasts depending on what I feel like. It might take a while because you will still be howling and shaking with agony when I masturbate your burning penis and rub you swollen balls but don’t worry, I’ll get you to go off eventually. We’ve got all day. To celebrate the moment when you cum I’ll wack you across both your testicles three times, just as you spurt. I am afraid these wacks have to be really hard because of your orgasm, so I’ll use this heavier, thicker half of the stick, just to make it hurt more. I want you to remember the moment when you have the worst pain on earth, three times over with each spurt. It's going to be great fun watching you.?
Richard was seriously shocked and worried, he was panicking. He begged her not to hurt him like that, he begged her to just cane his bum but Samantha simply smiled and told him how much she was going to enjoy the next hour or two. ?It might take longer of course. Depends on how long it takes me to get you to orgasm when your testicles and penis feel like they’re on fire and you hurt so much you want to pass out’.
She picked up the stick. Scraping the rod along the back of his cock made him go really hard, he couldn’t help it. ?Look at those balls hanging down in your floppy bag. The right one gets the stick first I think. I’ll hold the other one in my hand out of harms way. See, like this, lifting the whole lot up above your fat penis so you can see it happening.? She was putting on a really good show and Richard was close to total panic. ?Please Samantha, don’t hit me that hard, it’s just a game. Please, I won’t be able to stand it. Not on my balls. Please?. Like all men he was afraid of having his balls hit but had no idea how much it was going to hurt on his penis.
Samantha got into position, kneeling on the bed beside his left hip she grasped the near testicle in her left hand and pull the scrotum up high. She flicked the stick through the air a few times making him wait. "Begging must be hard work Richard, you're sweating so much and I haven't even started." Another few moments and then she flicked the stick into the side of his right testicle, a clearly visible bulge inside the stretched scrotum. The first tap was quite solid. His right ball was driven down by the impact and then popped back into place as if to say it was ready for the next one. He felt no sting on the skin of the scrotum, just an instant strong ache deep inside his testicle. He stared wide eyed and open mouthed at the source of pain. Seeing the stick land and get ready to land again made it hurt all the worse. Samantha made him wait for 10 seconds or so and then hit again. His mouth went wide open but he could hardly
get a breath. "No, please NO, NO" he gasped, "You're hurting more than I can stand. Please stop, Please".
By the fifth time the stick thumped down a sickening glandular agony had filled his whole gut. Richard was writhing and pleading for mercy. He knew he could never stand 30, she was hitting much too hard. It was not just a game. He could not toss his body around much because he was being held in place by ties and his left testicle. She squeezed and pulled hard to keep him from moving too much. Tears streaming down his face. Samantha was pleased, she liked the power. She was going to love watching his face grimacing with agony. She had not made him scream yet but that would come soon. To make it last longer she now allowed more time between taps and they got harder and harder. After the eighth she paused to stroke and lick his penis while she waited for the pain to peak and then for him to settle down a bit before hitting him again. He just kept on crying, howling, begging and struggling against his bonds.
Samantha told him she would make the 10th harder than earlier wacks, to help keep count she said. His body arched up, went rigid and he screamed, again and again. ?That was silly Richard. Have you no self control? Now instead of the remaining 20 you will get 40 more on your right testicle and then 60 on both your penis and left testicle. What a shame.? As he gasped for enough breath to say No she stuffed a cloth in his mouth and wound sticky tape right around his head to keep it in. It was not meant to silence him completely. She wanted to hear him squeal but unlike last night when she was screaming there were neighbours at home this morning.
She picked up the stick again and continued on his right testicle while his whinnying noises and sharp edged but muffled screams came through the gag. She did not let up. She tightened her hold on his left ball to keep him steady when she swung the stick, thumping into his right ball in that slow and measured way, half a minute between wacks now. She was relentless. She liked doing this. The power to to make him scream so wildly just by hitting that insignificant little testicle. At 40 she gave him a longer rest to recover his strength so he would fully appreciate the next lot. His body was shaking and contorted in spasms, He would calm down a bit and then, without Samantha doing anything, he would scream anew and fly into another muscle wrenching frenzy as more waves of agony throbbed from his testicle over his whole body. She regarded him carefully. The right testicle was getting quite swollen and even a gentle caress made him scream but the scrotum looked only mildly red. She felt his burning testicle all over with her finger tips, gently, not making it hurt any more just for now but he was desperately afraid of every touch.
She had been hitting onto the side of the testicle. She decided to try and angle the next 20 upwards from underneath, hitting onto the rounded end of the egg where her fingertips could feel the cord of fine tubes of plumbing and what she thought was possibly a nerve connection. She was pleased with the result because his screams immediately became even wilder and higher pitched. Maybe it did hurt more there or maybe she had just hit a bit harder, you couldn't really tell. This was very satisfying. He seemed to totally lose it. The angle was awkward for her and after she hit her own fingers she got a shoelace and tied it loosely below the testicle, making it sit up in a tight pouch of scrotum. Pulling upwards on the string made hitting the target easy and she could flick the rod exactly onto either end of his ball. Wow!!! The stick caused explosions of pain that just kept on coming in endless waves. She hit right on the spot often enough and hard enough to drive him right to the edge.
After the right testicle had its lot she gave him 5 minutes of rest with the gag loosened so he could breath more easily. All the time she played with his penis. He whimpered and begged her not to hurt him any more but his cock was half hard after all the sucking and licking.
Back to business, gag in. She rolled back his foreskin completely, held him firmly and upright in her left hand, pressing to make the head sit up firmly and took the thin whippy stick. She meant to hit harder than before. Kneeling now beside him on the bed, left hand hard around his prick, she could get a really sharp swing. More like when she got caned on the palm at junior school. She hit straight across his piss hole, six times in a row on the same spot and then turned her left hand so that she could get at him all over the purple head that was rapidly turning an angry dark red. His screams were wild and piercing despite being half muted by the gag. For a bit he became more erect and holding his penis lower down she could hit even harder, up and down across the shaft, taking care not to get her own fingers. Never had she heard animal screams like that before. His body shuddered and wrenched around with a strength she could not control by
holding his penis, particularly when it went soft. She had to time each flick of the cane carefully and that made it all take a lot longer.
She let him rest at 20 strokes. God she liked this, the power to hurt, to make him scream. What a Wow. She never got aroused when he caned her but this was making her soaking wet. And there was so much more fun to come.
Then it was time to get on with it. Laying his now soft and shrunken cock sort of face down along his belly she knelt between his spread legs and hit crisply along the length, the tip of the flexing rod biting into the swollen glans. Samantha knew the back of his shaft was really sensitive because he wanted her tongue and run her finger nails up and down there so much. Now the back of his penis was so well presented for a caning. Her hand came right down to below the level of his balls so that the switch flicked along the entire length of his cock. After each lash he threw himself around, shrieking and screaming into the gag. She soothingly stroked and licked him till he calmed down and then carefully laid the penis straight again ready for the next lash. He lay still like he was waiting for it each time and she kept on hitting harder and harder. After the count of 40 he got another long rest.
Then for the last 20 she held his penis vertically up by the tip and swished the rod with a vicious wrist and finger action from side to side making sure that it was the fast moving tip that cut into his nerve endings. She gave him 10 in one burst. After a second 10 he needed 15 minutes to seem sort of human again. He did not want her to lick and suck but that was his problem. She liked chewing on the swollen soft worm.
After a long rest he seemed to think it was over but then she got into position between his legs again. Seeing she was right handed that position gave her a good angle to swing the stick on his left testicle. She held his swollen right testicle and scrotum up high above the shrivelled penis and started all over again whacking the rod into his free testicle. He totally lost it. His screams were getting a bit weaker but satisfyingly demented. His body writhed and tossed but the bonds held. She made it last a long time. She now knew exactly where to land the stick for the best effect. Most of the strokes were angled up against the end of his testicle. By the time she finished his agonised swollen balls were so big that his scrotum was stretched tight.
She straight away went on to suck him. It took ages, at least 30 minutes to get any life at all from his prick, another 10 or more for him to half harden and another 15 to get the sort of reactions that made her think he might soon go off. She got ready, picking up the thicker stick. She tasted the beginning of the juice coming from his pee hole, Samantha arranged her position and sucked and tongued harder, softly scraping her finger nails along the back of his shaft. His penis shuddered and as the first spurt came out she swung hard across both the swollen testicles sitting up perfectly just below her nose. Never had she imagined the noise and demented contortions that followed. His cock stabbed deep into the back of her throat. He all but threw her off despite the rope around his middle. She pulled her head back to give herself a better swing and just as his second spurt came, a drool more than a spurt, she hit again and got the same reaction. She waited for his penis to pulse some more but it was just shrinking away as he screamed endlessly. Not a problem. To be good to her word she needed to hit him again. She stood back a bit so she could get a stronger swing and made the third wack hit him harder than before. She swung the stick upwards, from between his knees across the rounded blunt ends of both his testicles. She felt like giving him another dozen like that but a promise was a promise and she put the stick down. That extra pleasure would have to wait till next time.
She left him for an hour before untying him and even then he just rolled into a foetal position and whimpered. It was nearly 3 hours since she had tied him to the bed. Spasms of agony still kept on shooting through him from his balls and penis. She lay down and pressed her body against the outside of him for a very long while before he began to respond to her. Only then did she take off the gag. He whimpered when she slipped her hand gently to hold his tight bag and bruised floppy penis but he moved to give her room.
Don't feel sorry for Richard. He had it coming and I loved every bit of it. Making him scream was a real buzz. I've never had any sexual feelings when he punished me but this was different. I gave myself two orgasms with my right hand fingering my clit while holding his testicles. He was shit scared that I would hurt him again.
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