So, after shocking the living daylights out of both myself and Graham by agreeing to this spanking and caning, I now found myself firmly held over Graham’s knee. My jeans and panties had been arbitrarily disposed of and were languishing in a heap on the floor by the side of the chair. My bottom tingled in anticipation as I waited, breath held, for the first of the 100 spanks Graham was going to deliver to my very pristine, creamy bottom.
He was taking his time about it, he ran his hands over the curve of each cheek and down along my thighs, then returned his attention to the sweet spot at the bottom of the curve, running his nails along that very sensitive skin until I was squirming on his lap. this was new, he never usually did the stroking thing at all. It set off all kinds of chain reactions inside me though, fabulous feelings I hadn’t felt in a very long while. I was content to lie there squirming a little and just enjoying the hell out of those sensations as they raised goosebumps over my sensitive flesh. My pussy was twitching, regardless of how many times I instructed it to go back to sleep. Spanking turns me on, plain and simple, pussy was always going to get in on the act!
The first spank landed and it was a shock. I yelped and jumped at the suddenness of it. Before I could process the sting, the next spank landed in the same spot, then another then another then another and oh my god my right cheek was quite suddenly on fire! I howled when he spanked my left thigh equally as hard as he had my right cheek and my hand flew behind me in a knee jerk reaction to the horrible sting that had set up in my thigh. Graham sighed and grabbed my hand and held it firmly in place in the small of my back and then he set to work evening up the spanks to the left cheek and right thigh until I was HOWLING with pain, the hot sharp sensations were exploding all over my bottom and thighs and the painful throbbing was beginning to make itself known. I squirmed and I wriggled and I tried to free my arm, all to no avail as those spanks continued unabated for what felt like an hour! Reality, it was roughly ten minutes, and in my opinion it was definitely way more than the 100 stated on the certificate.
I squealed when Graham swapped hands and began the spanking all over again! ‘It said 100 spanks!’ I squawked!
‘Well, I’m not counting Gemma, so you had better be. I’m just making sure I cover this whole beautiful creamy area and turn it all dark red for you! This is how your bottom should have looked for me when you first agreed to me spanking you, do you remember? I asked you to let your bruising subside so that your bottom was creamy and clear for me? You didn’t though. You let Stuart spank you before that happened and I have always been slightly disappointed that I could not have that blank canvas to work on. I’m making the most of the opportunity I’ve been presented with.’
All of this was said while he spanked and spanked and spanked and spanked until I was sobbing, howling, squealing, yelping, swearing profusely, which brought about a very hard volley of spanks to my very tender inner thighs, and he laughed when I pleaded and begged for it to stop and he continued for a further 10 minutes when I called him the meanest bastard on the planet. And my bottom burned and my thighs ached and burned and my face was tear stained and I was dry sobbing now. Why did I let him spank me?
‘Because you love the aftereffects! The insidious thought snaked through my pain fogged brain, the instant that thought hit, pussy began to throb in time to the throbbing that felt like a tight band across my cheeks and thighs and I knew why I was here, in this position, allowing this spanking to happen. I couldn’t get these intense feelings any other way and I craved them.
Quite abruptly, I found myself on my feet but before I had time to register that fact, I was being bent over the high arm of the leather sofa by Graham.
‘Hold the position Gem, do not move an inch, if you do I will double the caning.’ With that said he disappeared for a minute. I heard his feet on the hardwood floor of the hall leading to the kitchen and I knew he was retrieving his favourite cane. Every fibre of my being tightened up with fearful anticipation of what was to come. It had been an exceptionally long time since I had felt a cane across my bottom. My only saving grace was my bottom was on fire right now and the deep throb was assisting in almost numbing everywhere he had spanked.
But this is Graham caning me, not some bloke off the internet who didn’t really have a clue. Not Stuart who loved to paddle and spank, not Mr Wilson who loved to strap or Mrs Wilson who loved the hairbrush. Graham was happiest with a cane in his hand and a willing bottom waiting for the first stroke.
The first stroke when it came scorched my bottom and I screamed with the pain. I never even heard him come back in the room!
ONE! I shouted.
Graham laughed out loud, ‘No it isn’t darling, I was just testing the cane. This is One!’
Oh F*@K! The second stroke landed across my cheeks barely millimetres from where the first stroke had landed, my backside erupted with pain! I squealed and shouted ONE! again.
A moment passed, I waited, I hated this wait, this was Graham’s thing, he loved to wait until I was almost dancing with fear before he would strike again.
The third stroke landed and I screamed and shot upright! OMG!! That … just… OMG!! TWO!!
Number three landed as I finished shouting two, number four almost lifted me off my feet and I grabbed the cushion and bit down hard to keep from swearing at him, number 5 and 6 were delivered in quick succession and I felt the tears soaking my face as the heat from them burned into my tender skin. Number 7 took it’s time landing but when it did it went straight across the top of my thighs and sat snugly inside the sit spot. I have no words to describe the instant pain explosion that happened. I was almost done, I waited for the final stroke, I braced myself, I tried not to focus on the throbbing pain across my buttocks and thighs and I took a deep breath. As I let that breath out, the eighth and final stroke of that horrid cane landed diagonally to every other stroke. The bastard had gated my ass!
EIGHT!!!! I screamed and jumped up before he could take another shot at my exposed rear. I danced on the spot for a few minutes, I didn’t dare touch my bottom, it was too sore, I didn’t know how I was going to bear wearing my jeans to get back home either. Graham watched me and grinned at my discomfort.
‘Do you know, I think I enjoyed that more because it was such an unexpected surprise Gem. I think we need to do this more often darling, you know… spur of the moment?’
LIKE HELL WE WILL ….
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