“Ahhh! I’m sorry! Shit that really hurts Julie!”
“Oh, really? I’m shocked – WHACK. Having read your little stories I thought a couple of dozen with a nice – WHACK – thick – WHACK – cane – WHACK – would be right up your alley! Spending all your time wanking off to Spanking Tube when you said you were working on your book, and I was out at work!” She punctuated her words with more whipping cuts from the dowel rod she had grabbed from the basement earlier.
Julie puffed with the exertion, and stepped back to take a quick breather from her thrashing exercise and inspect her handiwork. Scott’s bum was a criss-crossed with angry red weals, turning into purple blooms where the tip had wrapped around his thigh. She pursed her lips in frustration. Getting the nice, neat tram lines took more expertise than she had realised. Oh well, time for more practice then.
“I think I need your bum up higher. You keep clenching your cheeks and I don’t like it. I’ll teach you that you don’t need to waste your time watching videos when you can get the real thing right here.”
Scott twitched and bucked against the restraints that held him firmly to the bed, spread-eagled. “Well don’t think I’m helping you cane me even more, you crazy bitch!” he shouted.
Julie smacked him hard across his buttocks with an open palm, bringing a fresh yelp from his lips. “Don’t call me crazy or a bitch! You’re in no position to argue. Now, get your damn arse in the air!” She reached down between his thighs and grabbed his cock and balls, then pulled vertically. Scott screamed, “STOP, I can’t fucking move! You tied me too tight!”
Julie snapped the quick release buckle down a couple of notches on each arm so that Scott could slide himself backwards, with Julie helping him into position with a firm tug on his ball sac. When his bum was nicely elevated she pushed the decorative pillows under his belly, keeping him in position.
“Now, let’s see if I can get some nice parallel lines.” She stepped aside, lined up her dowel and whipped it down across the crown of Scott’s buttocks. “Owww, shit, owww. Fuck, Julie. Shit.”
“Not very eloquent for a writer are we? How about you give me some proper prose to describe how it feels. Then maybe we’re getting some proper use out of this punishment.” She whipped the dowel down again, catching the underside of his cheeks. Scott bit his lip to suppress his curses this time. Julie whipped him again. “Excuse me. I’m waiting. I can go on a lot longer than you. Once I hear a nice, erotic description of this caning you can get up and get back to some proper work.” She punctuated with a pair of sharp strokes that left behind white tram lines rapidly reddening as the blood rushed back to the injured site. Scott screamed and bucked against the cuffs that held him tight.
“OKAY, okay. Give me a second,” he gasped. Julie giggled as he twitched and jerked his cheeks, trying desperately to suffuse the pain. As he did so his bumhole puckered and she prodded him right on the centre with the tip of her cane. She reached under and released his cock, fondling his balls as she brought him to erection. “Now,” she said, stroking his shaft from behind, All we need is a nice, sexy line to describe your little persuasion exercise, and then we can reward you properly and you can get back to work. How’s that?” She gave his cock a final squeeze, then flicked her finger against his bumhole, making him jump once more.
“Okay, here we go. One smack, and you give me your best.” She tapped the cane against his bum ,pulled back and whipped it down.
“Not quite! Try again” WHACK
“HMMMNN,” Scott took a deep breath to control himself. “T – t – the cane hissed down, biting deeply into his bum.”
“Yeah, not very poetic. Try again.” WHACK
“AHHHH, HMMMMNN,” Scott processed the pain and composed himself. “The cane whipped into his upturned cheeks, biting deeply before lifting away.”
“Better, but too technical. Whree’s the passion?” WHACK
“FFFFFFUUUU…. Okay, okay. Here we go. ‘the cane hissed like a snake, striking and biting with venom into the unprotected cheeks of her poor, abused husband’s naked bottom. He cried out in passion and pain, willing her to stop but knowing he deserved more. Again, he sobbed.”
“Aw, that’s the sweet. And so true.” She brought the cane down three more times, sharp and hard, then threw it aside and trailed a finger down his uninjured cleft towards his hanging balls. His cock twitched at her touch as she bent to give him his reward.